God Has Returned...






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Featuring: Josh Sutton

Fed For: EWWL

Scenery: House

Stable Representing: nGs

Scenery: House

People Mentioned: Living Legend, Mad Dawg, Tristan Masters, and Stevie.

EWWL Wins/Losses: 0-0

Titles Currently Held: None

Title Going For: World

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The scene opens up in the country just outside the city limits in Chicago, Illinois. It seems to be abandoned. The camera man walks around, curiously scratching his head and wondering why he was sent to an abandoned lot. Suddenly..

Voice: Beautiful isn't it?

The camera man jumps around litterally and faces former EWWL world champion, the self proclaimed "Icon of EWWL" Josh Sutton.

Camera man: You nearly gave me a heart attack, asshole, what do you want?

Sutton: It's a shame that you didn't have one. That would have been quite a sight to see. What do I want? EWWL has been too quiet as of late, too quiet for my liking. It's as if it's lost it's edge over the past year, as it rusted with decay. I thought maybe I could up the odds a little.

Sutton falls into a sitting position by a tattered barn. He pushes his hair back behind his head and out his eyes, staring coldly into the camera.

Sutton: Stevie...Thought you got rid of me didn't you? How you spewed all of those lies to the people. Claiming yourself to be the true Icon of EWWL. All the while I was blinded by your ego Stevie. Hiding from me are you? Through retirement. Shame, Shame. We will never truly know who the real Icon is. But without proving it, we both deep down inside know who it is. Don't act stupid Stevie. It's me of course.

Sutton: Stevie, you not only hide behind retirement but you hide behind the contracts. The so called talent. You have your Rufus Blacks, you have your Grims, Tristan Masters. All of them, to be frank, are nothing but bums that you yourself picked up off the streets to feed to ME!

Sutton pauses for a moment, looking away from the camera, then speaking.

Sutton: Your forcing me to face three men, just to qualify to the finals for the world title at the ppv. A title that I never lost, a title that was TAKEN from my very possession. But that's ok. You want me to run through 3 other men just to take back what's mine. That's all the more fun of getting it back. I feel sorry for you three. Living Legend, Mad Dawg, and oh my Tristan Masters.

"Living Legend...remember me? I remember you... Oh yes...I remember it like it was yesterday. Josh Sutton vs. The Living Legend...for the Television title. NEVER HAPPENED! Why? Because you ran. Ran like a little mutt with his tail between his legs. This time Legend..There willbe no where to run, no where to hide. You will walk down that aisle with the piss running down your leg, the snot running down your nose, and the tears running down your cheek. And you will look into the eyes, the very cold eyes of the NEXT EWWL world champion. You will enter as a whole and leave as half the man you were before.

"Mad Dawg...My what a surprise. You haven't changed one bit. You are the same exact way that you used to be. Always trying to play in the big times when in all actuality you should be playing in the sand box with Devil. You, unlike all of my other opponents will be punished, and then laughed at as I publicly humiliate you in front of your two only fans.

Sutton pulls himself up and begins to pace around.

Sutton: Then we come to you Tristan. Tristan Masters. What a disgrace you have become since I trained you on my own spare time before EWWL closed the first time. You could have been something kid, instead you stabbed me in the back. You dare step in the ring with the most violent man walking this earth? I must not have taught you enough...goood.... Maybe getting into the ring with me is a good idea, I shall make an example out of you yet boy. You see Tristan, unlike you, I care not what the fans think of me or what the staff or company think of me. And that shall be your downfall. One way or another, we're taking a visit to Sutton Driver City come Wednesday.

Sutton: Boys, learn to swim, because Wednesday when the water hits and the pain surfaces, there willbe nowhere for you three to go but beneath the currents of the undertow...and that my friends is the...

Scene starts to fade.

Sutton: 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