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[The scene opens in a room flickering with light. Three huge fans rotate silently, which seems to be the cause of the flickering. The room appears to be a meat locker as the venture deeper inside, cow carcasses hang, with fresh blood beginning to freeze. As the walk continues, the temperature seems to drop even further. We stumble apon Josh Sutton, glaring down onto a pad of paper. Sutton notices the cameras but keeps his attention to the paper. Sutton pulls out a pen and walks to one of the cow carasses, writing the letters "D R E A D", doing the same to another as he writes "N V C." He fills each cow carcass with a name and stands back to admire his work. Sutton tosses the paper aside and turns his attention finally to the camera. Sutton points slowly to the cows.]
Sutton: Each one of these carcasses represents each opponent in Eliminate Your Enemy, but more significantly, they each carry a name. Dread, Jason Dread...a name. NVC, Nik Van Core...a name. Marty, Aaron Marty...a name. NOTHING more than names. There's nothing special about a name, it's the identity, and none of these have them. They are just names on a list. Sutton: Nik VanCore, the star of Fedwars. The prospect rookie gone rising star in the late SHOW. Where are you now, what's become of your glitz and glam? Now that's there is no cane to support your weight, no railing, no safety net, you've had to come to terms with the fact that you are now alone. nVc, with no boundaries of security, no expierence, do you honestly expect me to believe that you can walk into the cage, filled with weapons, and come out the winner? And I answer my own question. No, no, you cannot. Expierence will bring you to your knees, humble before the rest. [Sutton reaches forward and slashes an X through Nik VanCore's name. Sutton pushes a button on the wall and the carcass is released from the chain holding it in place. It lands with a splat on the floor.] Sutton: Then, much like the already pitiful and defeated nVc, we have Aaron Marty. Quite cocky aren't we, eh Aaron? Issuing a public challenge, then refusing to take up offers, distinctly saying they weren't worth your time. Even a refusal to an offer laid down by I. I ask you Aaron Marty, through all of your arrogance and self-righteous talk of bullshit, can you open your eyes and actually put forth the concentration so needed to win this match? I think not. [Sutton with an X through Aaron Marty's name now and that carcass is dropped as well.] Sutton: And then the horde of wrestlers that is GWO. I tell you what, my previous thoughts on Dallas Sinclair were wrong. The guy isn't an idiot at all, in fact he's rather intelligent. You see, I've noticed a funny little pattern here. For every one wrestler representing another Fedwars fed, there are almost two wrestlers from GWO to out number them. I'd be a fool to say this wasn't going to be a challenge. Divine, Fantom, Adrian Addison, Derek Grimes, Void, Andy Scott, and Val Jean, GWO's hometown heroes. Sutton: You boys must be feeling awfully confident knowing you have the ring pretty much owned with GWO names, but that's alright. That's just fine and dandy with me, I work well under pressure. You see, while you guys are sitting around acting cocky with your thumbs up your asses, I'm here, I'm thinking, I'm deep in the thoughts of the torture I can drown each and every one of you in. Sutton: I'm not full of myself like most of the "stars" here in Fedwars. I look at the obvious. The odds are stacked against this old veteren. The chances of survival are limited, but nothing has ever been able to take the fight out of me, and it's going to take a lot MORE than this to do it. I can't promise a victory, but what I can promise, is that every man that steps into that cage, will leave that cage with nothing less than a crimson mask. Sutton: You know, I see people in the other ring talking their trash as well, and it's the same situation over there as it is in the first ring. Cockiness and big egos plague everywhere. But one man on the opposite side is very familiar to me..that one man is Tyler Davidson. [Sutton pulls all the levers. The carcasses drop like flies on the hard floor, leaving only two hanging in the balance. Sutton pulls the mark out and writes "Minor Threat" on each one and underneath writes "Jason Dread" and "Tyler Davidson."] Sutton: You see Tyler, we date back to the days of JEW 3, what little time we spent there together, I was suprised by your uplifting talent. You were a bright new star who seemed to have a purpose, and now, you seem to be carrying the banner of the proud federation, $oldout Wrestling. I applaud your efforts, I really do, and to be honest, I'd love to stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring with you. Sutton: But let us not forget Jason Dread. You certainly can talk, talk and talk some more. But from watching you, I've seen you back up the shit you spew. You are another meager man I'd love to stand toe to toe with. Let us hope that the victories I've seen you obtain are not...shall we say a fluke? Sutton: I will do everything in my power to secure myself to the very end of EYE, and whatever happens, happens. And we'll be seein' you when the cows come home. [~FADE TO BLACK
| "To women, I am like a drug....They can't get enough of me. Men envy what I have while their children look up to me as their hero." - Josh Sutton |