[Foreword] Silence is golden, right? I used to believe in this as well, but lately it’s occurred to me that there’s a flaw in its design.
As I’ve sat in my lonely pit of solitude, I’ve become intertwined with the fact that Matt Scheffert is my equal, at least on a hardcore base. I began contemplating whether or not I could win this ‘tour of pain’ as Matthew has been calling it.
I’ve laid up in three of the best hospitals in this country due to this deathmatch series. I’ve racked up more stitches than I care to comment. However, I know that Matt Scheffert, wherever he may be, is having the same thoughts. The same complex thoughts that drain you of all self-esteem. Of all self-confidence. Of all self-worth…
But last night at WILD I had an epiphany, a revelation if you prefer… As Scheffert and I locked horns in the fourth match, I felt right at home. I felt a sense of grace in my actions. I felt as though I had been baptized in the holy water of hardcore once more. And to tell you the truth, I loved it.
Silence is golden? Ha Ha… I’ve chosen to finally disagree. Silence is misery in a golden paper machete masking, and it’s time to break it.
[Scene] The scene opens in the middle of Chicago’s Gold’s Gym. The VIP room is noticeably empty with the exception of Josh Sutton whom is indulging in a series of thrust lunges near the center. He’s visibly still beaten up as tape winds literally up and down in his arms like some kind of sick spider web. He kneels to one knee, eyeing the camera.
Sutton: It’s been a while… I haven’t had much to say since my disappointing defeat at Betrayal. It just seems like the harder I push, the harder Matt Scheffert pushes back.
It’s starting to remind me of my days in the independents. I feuded for years with a man named Stevie Cash, or Stevie .C as he’s better known. The guy could do it all. He could brawl with you. He could go to the hardcore limits. Hell, he could even switch up a little bit of technical wrestling when it needed to be accounted for. One thing separates Scheffert from Stevie, and that’s dedication.
You see, Stevie never had this kind of determination. I can’t figure you out Matt. No matter how hard I try… Do you wake yourself up every morning with the thoughts of: “I’m going to kick Sutton’s ass today.” “No… No… Even better, I’m going to beat him at his own game.”
Every time… Every damn time that I think I’ve got you beat, you somehow manage to pull the rug from under my fucking feet and sneak a quick victory in. I find myself panting and heaving to try and keep this one tied. I like to tell myself that I’m just messing around with you. That I’m just toying with you to pet your ego. But I’m not Matt. Once again I’m met with a challenge in my life and it feels great but at the same time it’s frustrating.
[Scene] Sutton rolls backwards out of the crouch and gets to his feet.
Sutton: I’ve been hearing the same calls from the boys week in and week out for the past month. Ignorant shit like this is all about the United States title. Yeah, this whole thing started over the US title. But can one really sit back and believe that two men who have families would destroy each other for ten pounds of gold? Morons…
[Scene] Sutton laughs, then continues speaking with a smirk on his face.
Sutton: Truth be told, I don’t honestly have an evaluation nor excuse for what this whole thing is about. Maybe it goes beyond titles and prestige. Maybe this has some kind of spiritual meaning. Then again, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe, just maybe, I’m starting to enjoy this a little bit.
[Scene] A look of seriousness spreads over Josh’s face as he looks directly into the camera.
Sutton: Maybe….
[Scene] F A D E O U T