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So here we are...another federation, another bunch of wasted youth trying to make names for themselves. Another federation, just waiting to be picked clean by vultures and parasites. There are ticks and leeches, then there is...I..Josh Sutton. I've watched...EdW and prosper it has, moving into the big times now, but yet, I never thought I'd see myself back in a Fedwars sponsored federation again. Not after what I had done previously. Not after..Shawn Walsh. But here I am...the boots relaced...the tights reprinted...the contract resigned. Yes indeed...
[The scene opens up in a blur. Josh Sutton stands inside a steamy shower room, glaring into a mirror. Below him sits shaving cream and a fancy old fashioned razor. Sutton runs his hand through his short jet black hair and sighs, as he washes the razor in hot water. Sutton splashes water onto his hair. Sutton: A new era, calls for old ways. Sutton sighs again as he opens the cream and covers his head in it. He stares for a moment before picking up the razor and beginning to shave his scalp. As time passes, Sutton's used to be hair fills the sink. Sutton tosses a towel over his head and steps out of the steam filled room. Sutton steps into a corridor and opens the door to a black wall papered room. Once inside, Josh tosses the towel to the floor and grasps a shirt laying aside on a chairback. Sutton pulls it on and exits the room hastily. Sutton: Amazing that so little could change in such a large amount of time. Two years, I've sat in the shadows of professional wrestling, and not a damn thing has changed. Still, young rookie punks stand out in the ring, yaking away at how they are the future, of how they will be the next big thing. Still, they continue to bitch, piss, and moan about how they were cheated, robbed, and striped. Still...the same as I left it. Two long years... Sutton: Memories...ah the wonderful memories...but you know, sometimes memories lead to self-destruction. I tend to live in the past so I'm told, but I disagree, I believe that I have come to terms with the past, rather than living in it. The past...when glitz, glamour, and fame meant nothing..the long ago when wrestling wasn't sponsored by literally every fucking corporate market in the United States and Canada. When it had nothing to do with fancy promos or debonaire entrances to the ring. When wrestling was all that mattered, but even I have at one point turned my back on it. [Sutton pauses briefly, as if comtenplating what he had just spoken. Sutton: It's been non-stop chaos, ever since it was heard that Josh Sutton signed a EdW contract. The phone has been ringing off the receiver, the press have been knocking on my door, the fans have been...okay so I was exagerating, but hey it could happen. [Sutton smiles weakly as he slouches back.] Sutton: I would be a fool to say I wasn't jealous. Wrestler's now a days make more in a year than I have made in 10 years, and they carry the worst fucking work ethnics I've ever seen. To be quite honest, the only wrestler I've seen come from EdW, with any balls, would have to be your "champion" Xavier Citizen. He has some balls, walking into Sebastian territory, waving around your paperweight of a title. Sutton: Which brings me to something that I'm sure even Citizen is confused about himself. Why am I facing Citizen my first match in EdW. I'll tell you why... After the defeat Xavier Citizen is going to suffer at the hands of $w's golden boy, Tyler Davidson, they're going to need a decent sized "big" name to put up in front of Citizen to knock down, so they can keep his popularity on high. Only, the problem is, Citizen, I'm not the man for the job. Sutton: Citizen, to be honest, you should in all rights, hand that little paperweight you have on your shoulders over to a real man. And that man, sure as hell isn't a second rate $w panty jobber like Tyler Davidson. I'm playing my cards right, Citizen. There's a joker somewhere in the deck...jokers are wild...it's a game of bullshit...the last card is being discarded...and when it is discarded...so will be your career. I need a big name to bring back my motivational values...and as I sink my teeth deep into your veins and drain you in parasitical fashion, the EdW will blow you away like a leaf in the wind, as I stand high up on the kingdom and carry the banner, as you have so poorly done in the past. To Be Continued.... [~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 |