[Introduction]
That time has come... The day of reckoning in which I must prove the title I carry with such prowess is not that of a curse. From days to weeks to months... They have passed with no challenge to my throne. But the wait is over now...
Adam Law, a man I've come to know very well. A man I've travelled with for the past couple of months and shared life stories with. He's become my brother of flesh and soul... But as history has proven to us, gold has a greater density than blood.
I know of his heart... Of his dedication and commitment... He is my partner for a reason. But I also know of his over-confidence. He's built an inner-wall defense based on overcoming the odds. But he fails to realize that I was in the same boat many months ago. I know from expierience how trifling it is to move up this mountain. How terror can possess you... How joy can overcome you... I know...
Adam Law, of all the great things you've accomplished... Beating me will not be added to the list. Don't believe me? Then why not bask in the opinions of others?
We live in a world today where popular vote reigns supreme. Presidential elections… Entertainment awards… Contests… Game shows… Reality TV… You name it, the ‘power’ of the people have a hand in it. I came up with an intriguing idea... Why not poll common folk? Why not ask them whom they believe to be the better man... After all, wrestling is based for the fans... Right?
...[Survey Time]...
It was mid-day in the busy city of Chicago, Illinois. The rush hour traffic was in full swing. The blowing of horns... The shouting of ill-fated curses. Home sweet home... Normally this sort of thing would agonize me to no end... But today was different. Today I was on a mission. I carried with me a clipboard and pen, for obvious notetaking. My first target was that of a middle-aged businessman. He looked to be in a hurry. I've always enjoyed interrupting someone during a busy day so I was unable to pass up this wonderful opportunity. I approached him, walking beside him.
Sutton: Sir, who do you think would win in a wrestling match between Josh Sutton and Adam Law?
Business Man: I don't keep tabs on wrestling.
Sutton: Oh, come on guy... Josh Sutton or Adam Law?
Business Man: Fine, what's your name?
Sutton: Adam Law.
Business Man: Then Josh Sutton is going to win, asshole.
Sutton: You're God damn right he is!
Business Man: Loser!
I wrote a tally down in my column with a smirk. This was going to be a lot easier than I had envisioned... I viewed the cityscape, searching out my next victim. I spotted a trendily-clad woman, probably in her early twenties. I puffed out my chest and approached with authority.
Sutton: Hi.
Twenty Something: Uhm, what do you want?
I could have sworn I heard a voice. I had assumed right as I stared up from the girl's cleavage. She had caught me and boy did she look angry. She took a healthy swing at my face, connecting with a loud slap.
Twenty Something: Fucking pervert! Someone should kick your ass!
She stormed off leaving me with five fingers and a palm on the highrise of my cheek. It burned so good...
Sutton: So do I count that as a vote for Adam Law? Nah...
Dozens of people came and went, showing as little of interest as the one before. I grew weary and decided to head back to the lab(aka my house) for the results. I was astonished to discover two things. One: For a hotbed, Chicago doesn't give a rat's ass about wrestling. And Two: Adam Law doesn't have a chance in hell of walking out with my title as the popular vote shows. In retrospect, if this were politics... Adam would be the Kerry to my Bush. Sorry Adam... But the law will not be laid down on this occasion... On the contrary, the Law will be laid out...