Sutton: As the old saying goes... "Fuck with the bull and you get the horns..."
[Scene] The scene opens with a very up close and personal shot of Josh Sutton. A tight wrapping of gauze covers the forefront of his head. There's nothing happy to be found. The man's pupils darkened to a state that could induce you to a state of depression. His lips curled into a look of disgust. He speaks to the camera in a calm monotone.
Sutton: Two weeks... Two beatings... Two stretcher rides... I see a pattern forming along the faultlines, Joshua Payne.
[Scene] Sutton blinks then drops his head.
Sutton: The Hired Gun is seconds away from meeting his end... From left field you came, Joshua. You scrambled my brains with your precious cane and spoonfed THG a victory over my prone, debris covered body. But that wasn't enough was it?
[Scene] Sutton shifts his head upward and shakes it slowly. He gives off a 'tsk-tsk-tsk' and continues...
Sutton: You then took that same cane and busted it over my head. But that... Even that was not enough. No... You had even bigger plans... Sharp plans, in fact. You gave the fans a glimpse and taste of barbed wire as he drove your massive wire covered elbow into my powerless carcass. But even there... EVEN THERE you were not finished. You whipped the fans into submission with a verbal tirade. But why stop there? You put the exclamation point on your outrage with a stake to my heart. You jammed one of the broken cane halves into my ribs. An artist of modern times...
[Scene] Sutton laughs harshly to himself, his eyes widening in madness.
Sutton: Felt good, didn't it? To dig into another human's flesh... It's like a great expedition. A treasure hunt for blood. Beyond the mind... Into the matter.
Sutton: But you've become a greed-induced vampire, Joshua. And thus, I must cut you off of my blood flow. And in turn, drain you of some of your own. Can you understand that, cherub? Can you accept the responsiblity for your actions?
[Scene] The camera backs off of Sutton as he slides down the wall behind him into a seated position.
Sutton: And speaking of responsiblity... My opponent this week for Wild... Inferno, a man who refuses to accept responsibility all together. "It's a conspiracy!" " A conspiracy I tell you!" "I'm the victim of a conspiracy!" The only conspiracy I see is the fact that you're still on the damn payroll.
Sutton: You've done nothing but bitch, whine, piss and moan about this and that and everything in between. But honestly, Inferno, that matters not to me. You see, the only thing I care about is that in which you so grumpily carry around your waist. The CHZ Hardcore championship... A title by all rights I should have never even lost. However, in the event of my re-awakening, I have an offer for you.
Sutton: But take heed and listen, for my generosity only travels so far.
[Scene] Sutton brings his finger to his lips.
Sutton: I will allow you to sidestep the front of my destruction, Inferno. You can simply step into the calm lands. All that I request is you hand over your grail. Face it, kid... You're out of your league... Completely out of your fucking element. You're blinded by fluke success and I'm going to be a hard concrete slam for you if you choose to embark on this journey.
Sutton: Hard way, your way... Easy way, my way. The choice is yours, Inferno. But either way, come Wednesday, hell or high water I will emerge with the Hardcore title intact for a second reign in brutality. Hand it over... or my piss will reign down on the fiery ruins of your pitiful existence.
[Scene] Sutton bows his head yet again, sucking in a breath of fresh air. As the cameras begin to taper off, you can hear Sutton's voice vaguely as he says...
Joshua Payne... Bon Appetite.
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