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[The scene opens inside a midnight tavern at the dawn of what is considered the greatest EdW pay-per-view to date. Josh Sutton, the man who was fortunate last night with a victory in the second battle royal sits at a table with his miniature form 'Mini Sutton', along with EdW reporter Justin Fritz.]
Fritz: Ready to get this started? Sutton: Whenever your ready, not even a cheap suit wearing bastard like yourself can ruin the pleasures of this night. Fritz: You seemed very lucky last night to have came in last. A lot of people would say.. Sutton: Are you retarded Fritz? It wouldn't have matter if I'd drawn #1, we'd still be here right now having this discussion of how I won the match. Never underestimate the power of a man with a midget. Fritz: Speaking of your midget, where in the hell did you get him? Sutton: That's not important at this point in time. We're gathered here to talk about and celebrate my impressive victory in Battle Royal B last night. This is about me damnit, not this little bastard. [Mini Sutton's eyes glare at Josh as he calmly drinks a beer through a huge green silly straw.] Mini Sutton: Little? Your wife no think me little. Sutton: WHAT?! I'll kill you! Fritz: Hey ease up on the little guy, he was just kidding. Sutton: You have no idea what you are talking about, you seen what he did to Xander last night. He's heartless and cowardly. Fritz: (under his breath) Kind of like his owner... Sutton: What was that? Fritz: What was what? Sutton: Oh nevermind. So Fritz, up for a game of pool? You can have Mini Sutton, then it can be 1 1/2 vs. 1. [Mini Sutton brings his tiny middle finger up and waves it in Josh's direction.] Fritz: Er..Well I'm not much of a pool player to tell you the truth. Sutton: Quit being a whiny little bitch, grow some balls Justin Fritz. Fritz: Alright, that does it, let's play. Sutton: Want to make a little wager? Fritz: Wager? Sutton: Sure, if you insist. Five dollars per ball. Fritz: Wait. N... [Sutton and Mini Sutton exit and the scene opens by an empty pool table.] Sutton: This is nine ball. I think you know howto play Mini Sutton. How about you Fritz? Fritz: Err..Mini Sutton, you want to take the first shot? Mini Sutton: Me break? Me never break before. [Mini Sutton grabs a step ladder and moves to the top, still barely reaching the table. Josh hands him a brown stick, which appears to be custom made for children and midgets. Mini Sutton lines up his shot and hits the cue directing to the center of the other balls, but in the process wobbles and falls off the step ladder and onto his head. Josh laughs as Fritz checks on him.] Sutton: It's a good thing you aren't taller. [Josh wins the first two games and they begin the third. Mini Sutton again breaks and falls, this time noone seems to notice.] Fritz: So this week it's Jason Jameson, the man who won Battle Royal A last night. If you can defeat him, you will be the number one contender for the EdW Universal championship. Sutton: If I beat Jameson? No, No, No..WHEN i beat Jason Jameson, it's clear that I will then go onto beat Big Daddy Dreamer. But don't let me jump ahead of myself. I'm not under-estimating Jason Jameson, oh no, far from it. Anyone who can walk into a battle royal against a large portion of other hungry opponents and walks out the winner, has to be some tough compeition. But that's all you are Jason Jameson, compeition. You have no identity until I give you one. It's time for you to stop fighting in the bush leagues and step up to the big times. The big times where you will step into the ring with me. Jameson, this is looking to be one fancy ass shindig of a match, so you bring the beer, I'll bring the blood. Fritz: Last night, the man you defeated to win the battle royal went to hell and back so to speak. He went through a 3 on 1 assault and came out on top. He was visciously attacked by the mysterious group running around calling themselves The Unlimited, then, to be honest Mr. Sutton, damn near defeated you. Sutton: Yeah, I seen Xander's little sob story before I showed up here tonight. You know Xander, I agree with you, you got the ass end of the deal last night. The more you accomplished the more I took away. I took away the only opprotunity you had of getting a shot at a title you so rightfully claimed to deserve. But one thing last night, Xander, that bothered me. You see, I hate you Xander, I really do, but what I saw last night, involving the "Unlimited" as they call themselves, it was over the line. Sutton: Week in and week out I've watched the One sit back and orchestrate these worthless attacks on the wrestlers here in EdW, and I can honestly say that after what took place last night, I'm ready to step forward. The Unlimited want a new target, come at me, I'm ready. You take out Xavier Citizen, that's fine, he wasn't worth my time, You attack Big Daddy Dreamer, big deal, just makes the chances of my title reign that much more conforming. But then you attack Xander, I may not show it, but I respect the man, he's a fighter. And like it or not, Xander, next time, you will have someone watching your back. So One, Unlimited, let the trash talking stop and BRING THE PAIN! With my cane in one hand, my midget at my side, I will walk directly into your line of men, and systematically take you down.. Sutton: Seriousness kills me, but times are calling for it. This cancer is startng to plague EdW...But khemotherapy is about to take place, so says the man with the midget. But for now, Jason Jameson, when the water hits and the pain surfaces, there willbe nowhere for you to go, but beneath the currents of the 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 |