Sutton: What have you done?!
Back to the pity party. What have I done? It's simple Josh. I used the balls that you take for granted. I used the force that you possess to strike fear into the hearts of those that chose to push you around. I stuck up for you when you didn't have the will to do it for yourself. Now you wish to crucify me for my services. You're so predictable that I no longer even take your convictions to heart.
Sutton: Why now? Why did you have to break free... As if my life wasn't already complicated enough.
Oooh... Booo Hooo Hooo... Stop being so sentimental. Besides, deep down you're glad that I'm back. Am I wrong?
[Scene] Sutton looks at himself in the mirror, cracking a small smile.
That's exactly what I thought.
Sutton: It's been awhile, kid.
That it has... I still haven't forgiven you completely for what you did to me. It was very disreputable, Josh. But we'll save that for another day. Seems you've got a bit of a challenge at this pay-per-view event? Correct?
Sutton: Ah yes, Xear. I nearly forgot about him.
Xear... Xear... Oh... The fellow that wears all black with the trendy sunglasses, yes? Prides himself on formerly carrying that piece of tin held together by gum and string... What's it called? The Hardcore title?
Sutton: Something like that. Look, it doesn't even matter. I... We need to take the edge off, and alcohol just isn't working anymore.
Now you're thinking. See, that old bastard Blood just rambles with idiocy.
Sutton: Don't get cocky.
Relax. Everything will be kosher at the pay-per-view. You just let me take care of it. Anarchy Kid is on the case.
Sutton: That name still makes me cringe.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Sutton: Take it how you'd like. It's cool and all how we're playing the catch-up game, but know this, you're not in control. I'm still suffering from the last time I handed you the rock.
What are you babbling about?
Sutton: You've forgotten about EWWL already? You almost killed me... Us.
[Scene] The Anarchy Kid side of Sutton sighs.
I never understood your motive of anger behind that. I got you the title, did I not?
Sutton: Yes, you got me the title. But you almost fucking killed me in the process.
You're holding that against me after what you did in the past couple of months with Matt Scheffert. I should slap you.
Sutton: I guess I've never really thought of it that way. You know, maybe I should have listened to your reasoning sooner.
Finally, props given to the Kid.
Sutton: Then again, maybe not. You've grown intellectually since our last run together, partner.
Yeah? Well you're still the same tight ass bastard.
Sutton: Ah, what can I say? I never saw a reason for change.
[Scene] Sutton frowns and smiles at the same time.
We're total opposites, you and I. I'm like the heads of the quarter and you're the tails side. You're calm and cool, collective even. I'm the risk taker.
Sutton: What the fuck are you talking about?
Ack, nevermind that. I'm babbling... I have a request. For one match, let me run the course. Let me be the one holding us up.
Sutton: No way! No way in hell! There's too much riding on this match for me.
What? What? What? You owe me. After I saved your ass tonight, and all the times before... You owe me this.
Sutton: Damn you and your difficult arguments! If I give you my mind... My body... My soul, you have to promise me you won't take unnecessary risks.
Well what kind of man do you take me for?
Sutton: I'm serious, Kid. This ain't no fuckin' game. This is about my livelihood. My reputation... My golden title.
Well then, it's been a pleasure doing business with you John Wayne. You have my word.... No unnecessary risks.
Sutton: Well then... I think it's time to give Xear a little pinch of Anarchy.
Ah, the sweet smell of surrender.
[Scene] Sutton's smile beams as he reaches over and flips the light switch. Darkness fills the room and then sends the scene swirling into the pit of despair... Fade to black.