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[The scene opens with Josh Sutton standing in front of a local bar, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his trusty singapore cane at his side. Sutton has a huge smile on his face, obviously reflecting the brutal attack he orchestrated on $w tv last night.]
Sutton: Oh, my dear boy Xavier. You are trying to hard to understand this whole situation. You are trying to add more to the equation then there is actually there. My motive was not to get your attention, but simply lighten my work load for Sunday. Your attention means squat. So tell me Urban Legend, let me take this in for a moment. You, like I, are a veteren to the sport. You, like I, know every little "trick" as you called it, in the book. But you, as you said, do not work out of anger, out of aggression. Heh...I understand. [Sutton takes a drag off the cigarette, then tosses it to the ground, lightly stamping it just enough to put it out.] Sutton: Lovely speech it was Xavier. I was nearly in tears at your dramatic performance. It would make a good movie. Heh...but seriously, "Legend" you are failing to understand once again. Anger is a strong vehicle of expression. It can take you many places, and the stops are unlimited. If it is anger that I have to use to see your demise, then so be it. ..One thing that you said, that was over the line..Calling me a coward. Tell me dear boy, does it not take guts to attack someone? Any man in my position would have taken the same measures. I mean look at the scenario for a moment. Sutton: A wrestling champion, walking, back turned with the gold over his shoulder and a gym bag in his hand. Meanwhile, I'm standing back, just exactly as I am now, with this very singapore cane in my hand. You are walking, nearly out of breath from your match with $w's golden boy. I think, my actions take over and wham, before I know it, my cane somehow ends up across your back, then across your head. THERE is no man in this line of work that would not have done the same thing that I done. It was not out of fear that you were a greater athlete than I, but more of a reassurance that you would not make a fool out of me in my debut. [Sutton raises the cane up and runs his hand across it. Small blood streaks appear at the top. Sutton snickers.] Sutton: But I have to tell you, beating you senseless with this cane wasn't the most humorful thing to happen in my life this week. Earlier today, I watched your promo, and I have to tell you, while I was sitting in this bar behind me, watching on their big screen, it took everything in my power to stifle my laughs as the men around me were fans of yours. But I couldn't help myself, as you announced that you were putting the paperweight on the line. My day went from good, to great in a matter of seconds. But, I'm still confused as to why you've decided to put it on the line. Could it be delusionary amnesia, where you actually forgot who the better man was and decided you could somehow defeat me, or was it, that you finally grew some balls, and decided that win or lose you wanted to give the fans the best show possible? Sutton: Either way, it was quite foolish. [Sutton's eyes turn blankly to the cane as he stands strait up and turns to a face of seriousness.] Sutton: Then, you insult me with your outlandish riddles of hunting me. Of threatening my safety before the event Sunday. You're playing the gamemasters own game, Citizen. And that goes to say you're fucking with a bull, but this bull has horns, and he's about to show you what fucking with people is all about....Let's play. Sutton: I wasn't out to finish you, Xavier. You see, as you try to play my own game, I've developed a new game, not so new maybe, but reformed to my liking. Chess...and as I move pieces, you become closer to being in check mate. With that, think of what happened to you last night, as the rook two spaces from your king. "Check." Sutton: But before I go, I would like to recite a poem. A poem that reminded me very much of the two of us...it goes as followed: "You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken...Too much, too far, too late to lie down now...I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections...It's all I have left...There's no other choice....I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now...But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked....I'm naked and fearless...But I'm dead inside...You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside. Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive..." Sutton: With that said, Mr. Citizen, sleep tight now in the shroud, for on Sunday when the water hits and the pain surfaces, there willbe no where for you to go but beneath the currents of my undertow. And all of Sutton's people said? 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 |