[Foreword] It’s dark in here… I feel so alone… The complexity of this situation is reaching boiling point. Should I simply fight off the demon or let him out to feast on the new generation of talent? Such a hefty choice, so little time to make it.
I’ve held him off for so long that I’ve nearly forgotten that he existed. But he does exist. He’s there… At the back of my mind he rests.
Waiting…
Waiting and prying…
Waiting and seething…
But the waiting will be in vain, because the calling will never come.
[Scene] It's loud... Almost too loud as the aftermath of WILD is taking form. The Controlling Factor locker room is filled with excitement and glee after Drew McGatha and The Hired Gun finally realized their dreams in capturing the CHZ Chaos Tag Team titles. The champagne is flowing freely as McGatha and THG jump around waning it. Josh Sutton can be seen to the side, head buried in his hands. A few seconds pass and Victor Blood approaches him.
Blood: Everything all right m'boy?
[Scene] Sutton looks upward, his eyes bloodshot. The nervous tick in his eye is rapidly increasing as he half-heartedly nods at his mentor.
Sutton: Just thinking, Vic.
Blood: Oh? Do enlighten me.
Sutton: 'Tabula Rasa'.
Blood: Ah, yes. John Locke's theory of 'clean slate'. The idea that we're born a chalk board, ready to have our destiny written upon it.
Sutton: Exactly. But, what I'm contemplating is whether or not you can clean your slate this late in life.
Blood: I'm not sure I quite grasp what you're getting at.
[Scene] Josh sighs, once again burying his face in his hands. Victor sits down beside him on the bench. Sutton begins speaking, slowly raising his head back to Victor's eye-level.
Sutton: I'm tired of this life. For the past three years I've been miserable... Ever since I locked him away.
Blood: You speak of madness! Don't you remember what he did to you? He was bad for you...
Sutton: Perhaps he was. But nevertheless, I want a new life or atleast a less complicated one.
Blood: Heh... Don't we all?
Sutton: Not as direly as I do, Vic. I want a life where my wife is faithful. I want a life where the midget that has helped ruin this current one doesn't exist. I want a life that brings back my best friends' competence. I not only want to clean the slate but scrape the surface of any remaining fragments.
Blood: You desperately need to find peace within yourself.
Sutton: A clever notion, Victor... But what you're failing to realize is that the peace within me breeds destruction.
Blood: You live in peril either way then I suspect?
Sutton: I suppose so. But I do fancy the destruction over self-misery.
Blood: Then I propose a little soul searching. If it is a clean slate that you truely desire, then it can be done... Anything can be done with time. It's all about will power. I think I'll have a drink with the new champions, care to join me?
Sutton: I appreciate the offer, but I have much to think about. Alcohol would only numb the pain at this point. I've been using that method for three years now. It's time to stop hiding the problem and confront it with a deity's perspective. I am my own God, after all.
[Scene] Victor nods to Josh as he gets up, walking over to McGatha and THG. They pour him a glass of champagne and he downs it rather quickly, requesting another. Sutton cracks a weak smile and looks into the camera. The camera zooms in on his ticking eye. It closes and the scene fades to black.