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[Scene] Josh Sutton stands in front of a Five Star Hotel. In his hands are his bags. He looks at the hotel as if it were a toxic dump. Sutton shakes his head and sighs as he makes his way into the management. Sutton steps up to the counter and looks at the manager. The guy doesn't look up. Sutton pulls a bell toward him and rings it hard. The manager jumps about a foot off the ground and throws tons of paper work allover the place. Sutton smirks.
Sutton drops one set of his bags to the floor and raises his watch, looking blankly at it. "Excuse me, but I believe I have a room reserved in this dump." The manager looks up from picking the mess from the floor. "Err..hold on just a second." "I don't have a second, I'm a star damnit, I need my rest." "Ugh, must you people always be rude." "Must you people always bitch?" [Scene] The manager goes back to picking up the paper mess on the floor. Sutton taps his fingers on the desk impatiently. As the minutes pass Sutton's impatient ways increase. Sutton finally reaches over the desk and grabs the man by his shirt. Sutton pulls his sunglasses off and looks the man right in the eyes. "I said I'm in a hurry." "ARGH! Fine Fine, what's the name?" "No, this is where you say, 'Sir, may I help you?'" "Fine, sir, may I help you?" "Much better, and yes you may." The manager sighs. "How may I help you?" "Are you stupid or just trying to piss me off? I said I had a room reserved here." The manager is now getting impatient. "What name is it under?!" "Uh, duh, I'd think you'd know a star when you seen one." "You don't look familiar" Sutton gasps, astonished that he is unknown. "You must be kidding, a star walks in here and you have no idea who he is." "Listen sir, just as you are in a hurry, I am as well. Can we just cut the shit and get to the name?" "Heh, you're no fun. The name's Josh Sutton." "Ah, big wrestler guy huh?" "We don't have time for story hour, bitch. You said you were in a hurry, give me my room number and let's send this boring conversation." "Moody moody, fine. You're in the penthouse suite on the fourth floor, room 233." "Don't you sass me boy. Don't you ever sass me, I'll knock your crooked ass straight." [Scene] Sutton stares at the manager for a moment then picks up his things. Sutton heads for the elevator and temporarily moves out of view. As Sutton comes back into focus he violently hits the elevator button entitled "4". The elevator begins to move upward and after a few seconds it stops. Sutton is frightened as he hears a ding. He steps out of the elevator and immediately walks into a narrow hallway. Sutton steps to his right and finds his room quickly. He uses his keycard and unlocks the door. It swings open and reveals a tidy room. Sutton throws his shit down to the floor and looks around. He falls flat on the bed, which is bedded with pink lining. He sighs. "Cori Simmons and Big Daddy Dreamer..what do they both have in common? Well let us think here for a second. They're both ego-maniacs, overly confident and ultimately outmatched. Cori Simmons, instead of worrying about the match at hand, you're worrying about this corporate puppet scandal. You're trying to warn us about this supposed conspiracy surrounding the Universal title, but what you're failing to realize young Cori, is the fact that I could give two shits less about Daniel Somers, who's probably by now dead since he's in the hands of that masked fucking lunatic The One. I couldn't give two shits less about Brandon Kelley, who's said not a word to this Icon standing before you since he graced the Era of Destruction circuit. And frankly Simmons, I could give two shits less about your whole philoshopy." "The fact of the matter is this, we're less than two days away from one of the biggest EdW events in it's history. We've got one big ultra star going against two other meager talents the EdW has pulled together to try and make the big star look good. Those two are you, Big Daddy Dreamer and you, Cori Simmons. And the ultra star, I think it's apparent who that is. You can just take one solid look at me and walk away thinking, 'God damn, he sure does look like a winner.' Simmons, you'll be walking in with the gold." Sutton breaths deeply for a moment, thinking of what he could say next. "But you, Simmons will leave the arena on the downside. You'll be losing four things at Lethal Injection. One being your most coveted possession, the EdW Universal paperweight championship. Two being your pride. Three being your purity. And Four being whatever dignity you have left. The same goes for you Dreamer, You FOR DAMN SURE WILL NOT WALK OUT THE CHAMPION." "You boys better rest up and pay close attention to the challenge at hand, because the currents are rising. The undertow is before you and it's slowly sucking you under. It's like you two are on a collapsing dock, the swirling madness is bestowed before you. There's nowhere to go, nowhere for the two of you to run and certainly nowhere for you to hide. It's time to face your biggest fear, and that my friends is defeat. Dreamer, Simmons, I'll see you two when I beat you." ~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 |