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Foreward:"They say killers are quiet. The more I think of this belief the more I am against it. You see, I believe killers are expressive. Killers like to express their motives by keeping the victim or victims in constant confusion. Killers contain a void that can never be filled. I am a killer, not just a killer but an educated killer. I express my motives through vehicles of anger and conviction. Anger is a strong vehicle of expression and I can move it because I am infact stong. Does a victory make you strong? No. Do other people make you strong, riding on people's coattails, perhaps friends and family? No..No..NO! Strength comes from pain. Strength comes from pain because pain is strength! If hate were essential to life, then hatred would keep me alive. Others may feel spans of hate, others may never truly feel or understand what it means to hate, but as of the events in the over the course of the past decade, I have become hate. Yes...Hatred keeps me alive."
[Scene] We begin in a dimly lit room. Two candles burn in the background which seems to be the only visible light. The scene focuses in on the scarred face of Josh Sutton. He wears not the usual smile but instead a scowl. Sutton breaks the barrier of silence with a simple word. "Respect", Sutton says with obvious conviction in his tone. Sutton smiles smugly for a brief second then the ever-serious scowl returns. "It's been said that respect is earned. It's earned by showing others the respect you wish to gain. But I've always been confused by this. How can you show someone something that you don't possess? Cori Simmons, I cannot, will not respect you." Sutton's upper lip curls. "But what I will do Simmons, is this. I will walk to the ring at Lethal Injection with all of the pain, hemmorage, and confidence inside, and I will once again defeat you. But the catch is, this time Simmons, I will not walk away from that ring without the Universal championship." [Scene] Sutton stands up and you can hear the chair he's sitting in hit the floor. "I mean look at it from my point of view Simmons." Sutton runs his fingers through his goatee, thinking for a moment. "I came into EdW given the great opprotunity to face the Universal champion, X. And although I didn't pin him, I still defeated him." A sigh escapes Sutton's mouth. "The same injustices came at the hands of you Cori. We were having nothing shy of a tremendous match, we were both giving it our all. The fans were getting their "money's" worth as the saying goes. You decide it to be sufficient to get yourself counted out and ONCE again Josh Sutton is robbed of defeating the champ cleanly. Simmons, I know what you're thinking. Sure I back dropped you onto that announcer's table, I watched and loved every moment as your head smacked off that table. But I expected you to be a man about it and drag your broken ass back to the ring. I'm telling you, there has to be some kind of conspiracy going on against me here." Sutton stands beside the candles, running his hands very close to the flames, he whips around and stares dead-eye into the camera. "I'm not trying to be a hard-ass Simmons. I'm just trying to get by. You can sit there having your little pity parties all you want to, I could give two shits less. The fact of the matter is, I've proved time and time again that I am the best in the business and your defeat will be no different. [Scene] Sutton blows out the candles and you can hear his footsteps echoing off the floor. There's a click and the room is illuminated with light. "I mean, hell I'll be honest with you, I hate triple threat matches, I'd even go as far as to say I hate triple threat matches. So much can happen in such a short period time. You're knocked outside the ring....you're worn out. You're beaten, battered and bruised to the extreme. Inside the ring, bam finisher him, 1...2...3..., your dreams of winning are shattered. And..." Suttton muffles a laugh. "Teamwork? Teamwork in triple threat matches are about as realistic as a green three-legged hermaphrodite. One minute, double suplex, next minute clothesline on the partner. It's said that triple threat matches are the luck of the draw, whoever can pull out the most impressive moves and risks will take the victory but I disagree, LUCK is not a factor. Sutton coughs. "But don't worry Big Daddy Dreamer, I haven't forgotten about you, oh no. Dreamer you've been very very quiet since you were so cheaply defeated by Cori Simmons. Any other poor sap would have rushed right back into the battle and torn Simmons apart, but you, you're different. You're standing back, in the lonesome quiet as the front of the storm moves in. You're acting like the calm just before the twister. But that's alright, I hope you pack a powerful burst of wind little man, because you're going to need everything and the kitchen sink at Lethal Injection." Sutton smirks. "Dreamer at the PPV, I will put you down for your final dream, so put on your PJs, kiss mommy and daddy good night, and come prepared to fight, because NOTHING WILL STOP ME FROM TAKING WHAT I SO DESIRE! [Scene] Sutton stands beside the light panel, the scowl gone and now replaced with a thin smirk. "I think you know the drill...when the water hits and the pain surfaces..THERE WILL BE NOWHERE TO GO but beneath the currents of my undertow...and all of Sutton's people said?" Sutton pauses. "AMEN!" ~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 |