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[The scene opens with Josh Sutton stuffing a cellular phone into his pocket. The cameras focus in as he enters the airport in Chicago. He has a large light blue duffel bag in his grasp and he walks carefully up the rampway, stepping into the lobby from hell. Screams and laughter can be heard as he makes his way through the crowded terminals. He comes to a service desk with a line fifteen people long. He sits the bag down and sighs impatiently.]

After spending a year and a half out of the game.... It's finally time for us to return. The reign of blood must commence once more as we pick up the sword and crown. We sit upon the throne of hardcore once more. This shall be the last time, and we will not fail... We cannot fail. All of non-believers must be converted back to the beliefs of Suttonism. We've left such doubt in everyone's minds after our embarassing reign under the flag of $oldout Wrestling. A pathetic loss to Tony Rolo at World Wide Warfare, and it got even worse with a loss to Anarchy on Genesis 15. It will be different here. Oh yes Josh...Different.

[Sutton shakes his head violently, attempting to release the voice in his head.]

It's no use Josh. We are one now. Don't try to fight it. I will not hurt you, only make you stronger. And together, we'll do what you couldn't manage by yourself. Dominate the wrestling world....

Sutton: "Who are you?"

I'm you.

S: "But how is that possible?"

That's a question that only time can answer. Who do you want me to be?

S: "I want you to go away."

I think not. Even now you're unsure of what you truly want Josh. You are full of so much potential and yet you're holding back. Why?

S: "I don't know what you're talking about."

You will.... Soon enough. Just give it some time.

[Sutton cups his head, blocking out the voices. People around him are staring with their jaws dropped.]

Get ahold of yourself, idiot. People are staring at us. Yes...That's good. Better. Get your ticket and board the plane. We have many things to discuss before our arrival in Prime.

[Regaining his composure, Sutton steps up to the receptionists' desk and feeds her information for his ticket. He takes the ticket and pushes it down into his pocket, then surveys the crowd. He picks up the large duffel bag and begins heading further down the rabbit hole. As he approaches his destination he steps through a metal detector successfully as his bag is scanned.]

Guard: "Excuse me sir, but would you mind opening your bag for me?"

S: "Damn."

Take care of him and make a run for it.

S: "No."

Guard: "What was that?"

S: "Hold on a damn second."

[Sutton reaches for the zipper but a small hand has met him half way. The small hand pushes the zipper to the end and a small midget looking identical to Josh steps out. The security guard scratches his head in confusion.]

Guard: "I have no idea what your motive was in sticking a midget in a duffel bag, but you're going to have to go back to the service desks and get a ticket for him, or he's not boarding that plane."

I told you to get rid of him. You better start listening to me or we'll fail again Josh. Do you want that?

S: "Shut up! Just shut up! Damn...."

[Sutton shakes his head and continues walking, leaving the guard and his midget behind.]

Guard: "Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?"

S: "I'm getting on my flight. Just put the fucking thing in baggage claim until I get back."

Guard: "He's a human being!"

S: "He might look like one sir, but I assure you... On the inside, he's a monster. A demon straight from hell sent to ruin my life."

Guard: "I think you should come with me sir. You seem to be very sick, and I'm not sure we need such a disturbance on one of our flights."

[The guard puts his hand on Sutton's shoulder, attempting to pull him in his direction. Sutton swings back and locks the guard in an arm wrench.]

S: "Don't ever put your fucking hands on me again. I have rights. I'm boarding this flight not because I want to, but because I have to. Nothing is going to stop me. Understand?

Yes.... Yes....Very nice Josh. This is the Josh Sutton we shall be known for. Take no survivors Josh...Finish him off.

[The guard doesn't respond so Sutton applies pressure.]

Guard: "Arh...Okay! Okay!"

S: "And that midget, he's coming with me."

Guard: "But you still need a tick...

[Sutton throws a wad of hundred dollar bills at the guard, then pushes the midget back down into his duffel bag home. Throwing the bag over his shoulder, Sutton enters the plane and the scene begins to fade to black.....]