[Scene] WILD is about to take to the air in the limelight of Japan. You can hear the heart and soul of the greatest fans on Earth chanting even in the backstage areas. They are ready for fierce combat and that they will receive. The cameras focus on Josh Sutton, wearing a grim expression. A headband is rolled over his forehead showcasing the Japanese character for 'God'. He seems focused yet a little distant as he begins speaking.
Sutton: One week later and still no recognition. You know, it's funny. A guy who's done absolutely nothing for this company dies and gets more limelight in a day than I've gotten in my entire CHZ career. How pathetic is that?
[Scene] Sutton cracks a hazardous smile.
Sutton: Curtis 'Stetas' Callaway died this week at the age of thirty. Well, boohoo. Who gives a crap? Who ever gave a crap? What did he do for Chaos Heat Zone besides stink up the place with his talentless horror fest? Hell, the guys glory days in CHZ were when he was standing side by side with yours truly. The sad matter of it all is the fact that no one cared and now that he's died, everyone is jumping on the prayer bandwagon. Well Heaven forbid I be left out. How about a round of prayers for good ol' Stetas!
[Scene] Sutton mockingly lowers his head and remains quiet for a few seconds.
Sutton: In loving memory of Stetas, a coward in life... A coward in death. May he rest in dirt.
[Scene] Sutton attempts to look serious for a moment as he breaks out into a slight laugh.
Sutton: One can't dwell on the past, even with funny occurances such as this one. Let's get off that subject and onto one with much higher importance. Me and the injustices I continue to endure at the hands of management and the world of professional wrestling.
Sutton: This week marks another 'x' in the column where there should be a check. I once again go into battle with a man I've belittled, berated, and just flat out beat... The Hired Gun. How many times do I have to fucking beat this guy before he just gives in?
Sutton: I thought I did this guy a favor, I really did. I let him in on the secret seductively-slutastic ways of his soon-to-be ex wife. And in turn what does he do? He comes after me ONCE again.
[Scene] Sutton shakes his head, clarifying that he can't grasp the concept of the situation.
Sutton: Unluckily for you, THG, the examples must continue this week and you're the damned candidate. It really is a bad election year, eh? To bring the light upon me I must take your gun, turn it 180 and plant it down your throat... Do I dare pull the trigger? Heh...
[Scene] Sutton lowers his head again, laughing.
Sutton: Why the hell not? You're like a cancerous candy, Patrick... But I have the cure. I am the cure... And tonight, Patty, I will eat you alive. Make no mistake about it, my gun-wielding friend. I'll see you when I beat you.
[Scene] Sutton winks then stands, throwing his GI button up on as he heads for the door. He turns, facing the camera with a look of complete seriousness.
Sutton: Matt Helms... This one... is for you.
[Scene] The scene zooms in on the smirk filling Sutton's face as we begin to fade... to....black.