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[Sutton sits in a dark room, a single head light shining on him. Sutton faces the camera.]
Sutton: Today, I will tell you a story. A story of a wretched-little shit that had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Yes, that's right, Tyler Davidson, I'm talking about you. Davidson, in my opinion, and as it stated, you were born to a family of lawyers in upstate New York City. Do you know where I was born, Tyler? Do you? I'll tell you, I was born in the slums of Chicago, Illinois. I was poor unlike you who has had every last fucking drop of dignity and pride paid for! Sutton: You went to some fancy university, where as I didn't even have the money to afford to goto college. Tyler Davidson, you walk around looking bad ass, you talk like a bad ass, but when it comes to it you're just another vain hollywood actor. Sutton: I noticed this about you in the last few weeks of Just Electrifying Wrestling 3. You were walking around backstage, shaking hands with all the corporate executives. I thought you were being friendly, BUT NO, Tyler Davidson you were kissing ass, you were inviting them to your big house. Your big house with your mahy fancy vehicles, and other luxuries that make me sick to my stomach. Sutton: A rich bastard like yourself doesn't belong in this ring. MY RING. This is where the iron man's wills are tested. This is where I've spilt gallons and gallons of blood, for the sheer liking of it. You however, looking at your records and filing, you belong on a golf course, you belong on the course with Tiger Woods. [Sutton smirks.] Sutton: You know, Davidson, the one thing that hurts me the most, is the fact that we are tied together. Your trainer, friend, allie..Daniel Somers...is MY boss. That drives me crazy to think that the man who trained Tyler Davidson writes my paycheck. Daniel Somers is a sellout. He runs around, training anyone and everyone. Davidson, without him, all your money, all your valuables wouldn't have meant jack shit. Noone likes a brown nosing Preppie James gone Billy Badass. Sutton: You know, Tyler. You've been spending a lot of time in high places. Disney World, your old hometown New York. And it's risen my curiousity. Are you perhaps living dreams you've always dreamth for the fact that you know this Sunday when the cage is locked, your dreams end with your life? You're going to prove to me that it's YOUR ring? You're going to show not ONLY me but everyone else involved that it's YOUR ring? Davidson, my patience are limited, and I'm growing much hate inside for you.. Sutton: I'M ASKING, I'M BEGGING, I'M DYING for you to make it to the end Tyler. There is nothing I would love more than to defeat you 1...2...3.. in the middle of YOUR ring. And when I get my hands on you, Davidson, Mr. Bojangles will be the least of your worries. Sutton: I'm coming for you Davidson. A great song once said "You can't always get what you want, but you get what you need." Well Tyler, I NEED THIS, and Sunday I will get it. So when the water hits and the pain surfaces, THERE will be nowhere for you to go Tyler, but beneath the currents of my undertow..And ALL OF SUTTON'S PEOPLE SAID? Amen! AND THAT MY FRIENDS IS THE FUCKING END! [~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 |