[Foreward] I know it seems like I hate a lot of things. And I do, that's the honest truth. But one thing that I hate that sticks out more than the rest is hype. When a man walks into the doors and begins proclaiming himself a God. That just doesn't sit too well with me. Is The Hired Gun hype? In my opinion, yes. Do I dislike him for this? Yes. But there's still time for him to be cleansed. I can make something out of him. And at Blackout I will test him. The Asylum is awaiting a new victim. Does he fit the bill? Hype always fits the bill...
"You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken...Too much, too far, too late to lie down now...I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of your imperfections...It's all I have left...There's no other choice....I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and no one now...But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked....I'm naked and fearless...But I'm dead inside...You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside. Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive..."
[Scene] The scene opens up in a library...an old, antique library...Traces of dust and thickened cobwebs can be seen upon the shelves. The camera zooms in and focuses through the dim lighting of the room, a small candle lit table can be seen, we move closer and a figure sits behind the table...As we move in closer, the face becomes more familiar. Josh Sutton grips a book tightly, his face buried in it as he softly recites the words. The camera man approaches loudly, the sound of his shoes echoing in the hollow room.
Camera Man: Mr. Sutto...
Sutton: Ssshhh...
[Scene] Sutton brings his finger to his lips, followed by a shake of his head and remands his eyes back to his book.
Camera Man: But...I was told you wanted tv tim..
Sutton: Patience young man. Patience are essential to your belonging. Have a seat...Allow me time. I am just about finished.
Camera Man: Alright...
"My Compassion is broken...My will eroded...My passion stolen and I feel so ugly inside...I'm on my knees...Your pissing and moaning are the fuel that has set my very existance on fire...I'm down...looking up to see the enemy...that enemy is you...I have swallowed the poison that you fed me...But I somehow survive on it...It leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, and weakness fed....Dead inside..."
[Scene] The scraping of a chair on the floor breaks Sutton's concentration on the book he's reading. Sutton looks up, no longer in his tranquil state, but rather this time in a state of annoyance. He tosses the book onto the side of the table and puts his elbows down apon the table, looking across to the camera.
Sutton: As a follower of history, I believe it to be only fair that some passages be told of Joseph Stalin...You see Hired Gun, I remember, just as I am sure you remember learning about him middle school.. then high school, assuming you made it that far...You see, Joseph Stalin was a very intelligent and strong-willed ruler of the Soviet Union. A man that built my entire system of belief. A belief structure not shared by many. Much like myself, Stalin used intelligence to overcome advisaries. To quote him, "Education is a weapon whose effects depend on who holds it in his hands and at whom it is aimed." That gun is aimed at you.
[Scene] Sutton stands up and pushes the chair away from him and begins to pace back and forth with his hands behind his back.
Sutton: The Hired Gun.. You walk into warfare with me in a little under a week. This is a spiritual and psychological war. I'm afraid you've already lost, because you're simply inept when it comes to thinking, my friend. Where you use your brawn, I use my brain. And with this ever-so-useful skill THG, I will use your weaknesses against you, for I will not allow you the opprotunity to destroy me. My tolerance for your hype is growing weary as the days march closer.
Sutton: This isn't about fame, popularity, or a winning record. You see, I look at you as a letdown. I have been called upon to be your prosecutor...to be your judge...and judgement for the defendant, well THG, to put it plainly shall be bitter; excruciating defeat. Never have I been so serious, never have I been so determined. Yet never have I been so worried.
Sutton: I'm worried...not about defeat; defeat comes to every respectable man. I'm worried that I will have to destroy myself in order to destroy you. I must set the boundaries of pain up, for they must be maximized to their full proportions on this occasion.
[Scene] Sutton lifts the book off the table once again and holds it in the palm of his hand.
Sutton: The teachings of Joseph Stalin...while not a Godly, but strike closure with me. He has taught me not to hate, but to love. So THG, I shall do just that. Consider the beating I am going to give you tough love. When you are beaten, battered, and humiliated.... When the blood pours down from your nostrils.. over your chin.. Remember, there will always be love.
Sutton: THG, bring it all to the table. Feed my need for punishment, kill this greedful hunger. PROVE to me that you aren't just another hyped up letdown. I'm asking, I'm daring, I'm begging. I leave you now with a quote: "Death solves all problems. No man, no problem." The path of cleansing continues with you this Wednesday.. But don't worry, cherub, you're not the last.... simply the next.
[Scene] Sutton shows a sadistic smile, bowing his head almost in prayer for a silent moment.
Sutton: Prepare and find God, because on the eleventh, when the water hits and the pain surfaces, there willbe nowhere for you to go but beneath the baptizing currents of my undertow...And that my friends...is the end.
[Scene] Sutton closes the book and picks up the candle. He holds it tight and blows it out as we begin the staggering process of fading to black....