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[Scene] The streets of Chicago, Illinois are flooded with people. Hundreds of conversations go on at once...the noise pollution is almost unbearable. Through third point perspective, you enter a coffee shop on the westside corner of Chi-Town. You move to the back slowly, wading through aisles of people awaiting their luxurious morning brew. You come to a table, covered with several empty cups of coffee, and sitting before them is quite possibly one of the greatest professional wrestlers that ever lived...Josh Sutton. Your first instinct, as a cameraman is to sit down, to keep a bird's eye view on him, but you hesitate, waiting for the owner to invite you to tread upon his domain. Finally he makes motion for you to sit, to relax. His face appears full of a mixed grimace, which says annoyance and humor as it speaks to you. His smile says a thousand words, without even moving. Finally the grasp on reality is broken and he breaks the silence with words of "wisdom"[scene]
Sutton: You seem to live by logic of past events, Mr. Citizen. You're almost as bad as me when it comes down to it. Remembering things that appear to come and go in chronological order. And you were correct, as hard as it is for me to agree with a man with such unintellectual composure. In most cases, when non-title matches occur in the newcomers first appearance, he often wins, which is why it's a non-title match in the first place. Right you were, good observation. But, Xavier, what you failed to realize, is I am no newcomer, I am not just another uneducated bum that EdW picked up off the street. If you look to me as to being a pushover, defeat will find you that much quicker, and the bitter, almost metallic taste it engulfs you with, will almost kill you...Almost. [You seem puzzled at the words Sutton speaks. A feeling of discomfort overcomes you and you feel as if you want to leave, but his words captivate you to stay.] Sutton: Did I request this match, Xavier Citizen.. Of course I did, do you actually think they would place me against a second rate champion like you, if I had not? Think about it (Sutton points to his temple) Use your brain. You distinctly talk about paying dues. Well, young lad, for almost eleven years, I've paid my dues and paved the road, possibly even your road in professional wrestling. I'm rather amused at how you believe me to be inexpierenced. But not at all surprised. Oh no, oh no, this has happened time and time again..and every time, I've left them laying, surprised in the middle of the ring. Leaving them to ask themselves why? how? "How could this have happened?" "Why did I allow him to beat me?" And it gives me the fuel, it gives me the motivation I need to move on. It's what I love the most about this sport. I will say, if you are as good at being a champion, as you are at being a comedian, perhaps I will have some problems this time around. Sutton: I'm sorry to shatter your aura of confidence, sir, but you plainly stated, that a victory for me would not come at your expense. Oh, worry not, I come not to nessecarily win, but to make a mockery of your reign as champion, that is, as I said before, if you are able to get by the wall Soldout Wrestling has eagerly bestowed before you. Sutton: But, perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. You asked a question, that I am too overly eager to answer for you. I believe it was "What makes you special?" But I'm not common enough to answer it straight, Xavier. Instead, what makes you special? You speak of your championship title quite often. Do you believe that the title justifies the man? Do you honestly believe that the paperweight you are so very proud of, justifies you as a better man, a better wrestler, a better existence under the lights of the fans? Heh...Such a lesson you have to learn. Sutton: Where will I go, after your defeat? Where will I go...I will go where I always go...And..That's exactly where I want to go. Confused? So I hope. Sutton: ...Xavier...precious, calm, cool Xavier, Sunday when the water hits and the pain surfaces, there willbe nowhere fo you to go, but beneath the currents of my undertow. And that...my friends is the 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 |