Sutton: Where the hell is the baggage claim in this dump?
[Scene] The scene opens in the Phoenix Sky Harbor International airport. Sutton and Victor Blood walk through the crowded station. Sutton looks extremely pissed off. His face is scruffy and it looks as though he hasn't showered. Sleep has passed him by. Victor looks like a million bucks, dressed to perfection in a red suit. Sutton steps up to the baggage claim, tapping his fingers impatiently on the receptionist's desk. A trendy dressed lady approaches, smiling. Sutton shakes his head.
Receptionist: Can I help you?
[Scene] Sutton looks at her with an astonished expression... Almost as if he'd just been struck in the face with a brick.
Sutton: This is baggage claim, right?
Receptionist: Yes.
[Sceme] The lady reaches out and points up to the sign above Sutton. This seems to really anger him.
Sutton: Well, gee golly gosh... What the hell could I possibly want then?
Receptionist: Sir! There is no need to get hostile.
[Scene] Sutton slams his fist down on the desk.
Sutton: You haven't seen hostile! I just got back from the most obnoxious fucking place on the face of this planet, Las Vegas... I was in a hell hole of a federation called XWF... I'm jetlagged... Sick to my stomach from your horrible food... And now, I'm pissed off! Fly the friendly skies my ass!
[Scene] The receptionist looks to be at a loss for words. You can see her face starting to redden. Sutton takes pleasure at this sight.
Receptionist: Sir... What is your name?
Sutton: You still haven't retrieved my bags? What the hell kind of established business practice is this?
Receptionist: Sir, I need your name to get your bags out of the storage compartment.
Sutton: You're telling me YOU don't know who I am?
Receptionist: No sir.
Sutton: I'm the Revolution Wrestling Network Wor...
Blood: Oh, for fucks sake! It's Josh Sutton! Josh Sutton! Get the bags!
[Scene] Sutton and the receptionist both look at Victor Blood in shock and awe. Seconds pass of just staring and then the receptionist goes to the storage closet.
Sutton: You know... You didn't have to yell. With your old age, you're at risk for a heart attack.
Blood: Just shut the hell up.
[Scene] The receptionist returns with the bags. The two grab them, walking off. Sutton turns to Victor.
Sutton: You know, I'm starting to think that invading XWF territory was a bad idea.
Blood: Amazing...
Sutton: What?
Blood: You listen to voice of reason AFTER the fact. I mean... It's not like you have a big match this week or anything.
[Scene] Victor slaps Sutton in the back of his head.
Sutton: Ow! What the hell was that for?
Blood: For being a moron. You're stirring up a batch of new shit when you have old to take care of this week. You're knee-deep already and the concrete mixer is about to dump a fresh heap on you. Congratulations. You've let that title win go to your head.
Sutton: Lighten up, Victor. I've got this all taken care of. Have I ever let you down before?
[Scene] Victor slaps Sutton in the back of the head again.
Sutton: Damn it! Stop hitting me!
Blood: What about last week, genius? Ryan Knite, remember?
Sutton: Luck...
Blood: So much for your cute little phrase 'luck is not a factor', eh? It looked like Keyser Soze kicked your teeth in to me.
[Scene] Sutton starts to get a little more serious at the mentioning of Soze's name.
Sutton: Look, you let me take care of Keyser. Trust me... This is all working into my hand of elaborate scheming. Soze is my little chia pet, and I'm grooming his anger to my advantage one week at a time.
[Scene] Sutton smirks at Victor, who can't help but smile. They walk out of the airport, heading for their rent-a-car as the scene fades out.