The scene opens at the O'hare Airport in Chicago, Illinois. A cameraman is standing by, awaiting the arrival of someone. There is a riot of screaming and cheering as it appears someone has entered the airport. Security run through the ruckus to try and clear it up. Out of the huge sorrounding crowd, emerges Josh Sutton, pulling along his suitcases. Sutton does not appear to be in a good mood. Sutton heads for the registration table and his look turns to disgust as he sees the huge line. After what seemed like hours, the line is finally down to just one person in front of Sutton. An elderly lady..

Lady: Hold on. I know i put that ticket in here somewhere, ah here it is...(She hands the ticket to the attendant)

Attendant: Ma'am this appears to be your driver's license.

Lady: Oh, I'm sorry sweetie...These eyes just aren't what they used to be. Let me have a look see her..

Sutton: Ok, you old bat, get the hell out of my way. I don't have all day. I got an important flight and I'm not gonna be held up by your damn antics.

[Sutton pushes the elderly lady out of the way and steps up to the desk. The Elderly Lady grasps her purse and smacks Sutton with it repeatedly. Sutton grabs the lady's purse and throws it across the port. The Lady curses him, and Sutton just laughs at her.]

Attendant: You should be ashamed of yourself! Picking on a sweet defenseless old lady.

Sutton: Bitch, shut up and take my ticket. I don't got time to listen to your lip. I need to get on a plane and according to that little clock up there, I have fifteen minutes to board it.(Hands her the ticket)

Attendant: Name?

Sutton: Josh Sutton.

Attendant: (Puts ticket # into computer) Ok, Mr. Sutton, your in first class, R1A, window seat. Enjoy your flight, and please come again, to Transworld Airlines.

[Sutton mumbles as he takes the ticket. He picks up his luggage and begins walking down the corridor towards his terminal. Sutton comes to terminal ten and sits waiting for his flight to be called.]

Ten Minutes Later...

Speaker: Now boarding, Flight 187 from Chicago, Illinois to

Sutton stands up, grabbing his ticket and baggage and begins walking toward the gate. He puts his baggage on the scanning pad and it goes through. He, himself, walks through the metal detector and then through the gate. He walks onto the plane and goes to the second seat by the window. Alittle boy comes up to him with a big shit eating grin on his face.

Kid: Arr..Ar...Are Yo..Yo...You Josh Sutton?

Sutton: Yes I am...

Kid: Josh Sutton, as in the former EWWL world champion?

Sutton: Yes...

Kid: Ok, Thanks.... (shouts) See Max, I told you it was him. (Looks at Sutton) Mr. Sutton can i have your autograph.

Sutton: Sure, Kid, Got a pen and paper? (The Kid hands Sutton a piece of paper and a pen.) What's your name?

Kid: My name is Ted....

Sutton: (Signs the autograph) There you go Ted, enjoy.

Ted: Oh thank you Mr. Sutton. You are the best. (struts off)

Sutton: (chuckles) Kids. Gotta love em... whoaa

A tall, beautiful blonde sits down in the seat next to Sutton and pulls out a magazine. Sutton looks over her body and smiles wryly. Then he speaks..

Sutton: Hi. I guess were neighbors. My name is...

Woman: I know who you are. You are that big hotshot wrestler from EWWL, Josh Sutton. Yeah, i saw you wrestle awhile back.

Sutton: Got a name?

Woman: Yeah....

Sutton: So...What is it?

Woman: Ashley

Sutton: Ahh, A very fitting name for a beautiful girl such as yourself.

Ashley: (blushes) Thank you, you are so kind. Not even at all what I expected you to be. You are so different...on TV.

Sutton: A... (Cutoff by pilot)

Pilot: Please take out your instruction manual from the compartment in front of you. It explains what to do in case of an emergency. In a few moments we willbe taking off from the airport onto our destination in . Please enjoy your ride and thank you for flying TWA.

Sutton reads through the manual and tosses it aside. Minutes pass and finally the plane begins to move quickly down the runway. Ashley grabs Sutton's arm tightly as the plane begins to move slowly into the air. Sutton looks at her strangely.

Ashley: I'm sorry, I just get alittle scared when the plane takes off. You must be used to it and all being a wrestler and all. This is only the second time i've flown.

Sutton: That's ok. Just sorta shocked me that's all. And for your information, I've only rode an airplane a few times, because the federation's I have been in, are too cheap to fly me. But All Star Wrestling, this new federation I'm currently contracted to, seems to know howto treat a star. They flew my ass first class and that must mean something. So where ya headed?

Ashley: Atlanta, GA to see my mom. You?

Sutton: No Shit? That's where I am going. How long you going to be there?

Ashley: Well, My mother is very ill. And in the hospital. I am down for a week but it all just depends on her condition.

Sutton: Hope she gets better.

Ashley: Thank you!

A few hours later...

Pilot: We willbe landing in about 10 minutes, so please turn off all cd players, laptop computers and other electrical devices at this time. Thank you.

Sutton: (begins gathering things up into his carry-on bag) Well, Ashley it was very nice meeting you.

Ashley: Awww... It was great meeting you too, Josh.

The Plane begins sinking down in the sky, heading towards the run way. In a loud thud sound, the plane begins decelerating down the runway. Finally, the plane comes to a complete stop. The Pilot comes back on and tells everyone to remain seated while the luggage is removed from the plane and taken to the baggage carrier.

Sutton: I know this seems sudden, Ashley, but do you think that maybe we could perhaps go out for a drink later on tonight?

Ashley: (thinks for a moment) Sure. Let me get you my number and address which i willbe staying at. (digs in her purse, pulling out a small piece of paper and a pen. She writes down the address and number and hands it to Josh.

Sutton: Pick you up tonight, say...around seven o'clock?

Ashley: six thirty...you better not stand me up either!

Sutton: I'll be there, COUNT on it.

The pilot comes back over the intercom and tells everyone it is now safe to leave the plane. Ashley stands up and goes to pickup her baggage. Sutton grabs her hand.

Sutton:Let me get that for you.

Ashley: Sure.. (smiles)

Sutton throws her bag over his shoulders and begins walking by her side as they step off the plane. They goto baggage claim together. Sutton helps her find her bags. He notices a tall man in a suit holding a sign, that says "Mr. Josh Sutton". Sutton looks next to the guy and there stands another man in a suit, though much shorter and with less hair.

Sutton: Hey, Ashley, nice meeting you again and I'll be seeing you tonight, 6:30 on the dot.

Ashley smiles at him and walks off, waving goodbye. Sutton eyes the man holding the sign. He quickly finds his bags and walks to the man. Sutton drops his bags at his feet.

Short Man: Are you Josh Sutton?

Sutton: Yes, Sir, I am.

Short Man: Good... Your flight was alittle late wasn't it? Windell, don't just stand there, get Mr. Sutton's bags and take them out to the limo. (The taller man grabs Sutton's bags and walks outside) It is so hard to find good help these days. Anyway, my name is Dave and i was sent here by ASW to make sure you found your way around Atlanta ok. (Extends his hand out to Sutton)

Sutton: (shakes the man's hand) Nice to meet you Dave, now If you don't mind, I'd like to get out of here, because I've seen enough airplanes for the day.

Dave: Sure, Josh, follow me right this way.

They exit the airport. Dave opens up the door to the limo and Sutton steps in. Dave also gets in and shuts the door. Dave opens up a compartment and pulls out a couple of beers. He hands one to Sutton and opens the other himself.

Dave: As I am sure you have noticed, ASW does stuff alot differently than your normal federation.

Sutton: It's been along time since I've been chauffered and for that matter, been treated like the star I am. I think I am going to like it here in All Star Wrestling. I just hope I don't embarass the competition here too bad.

Dave: No Offense, Josh. But i wouldn't think too high and mighty of yourself here. Because you aren't the only great legend that has joined up with ASW. Many of the greatest wrestlers in the world have came to join ASW, we don't just claim to be the best federation for nothing you know? Infact, shortly after you signed, your friend from EWWL, Stevie .C joined. Bringing us to the upcoming houseshow, President Parker has told me to tell you that you willbe facing Stevie .C at the houseshow. Also, he told me to tell you to be at the office tommorow morning to go over a couple of finalizations with your contract.

Sutton: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa...Did you just say what i think you said? Did you just say that I willbe facing Stevie .C, the Stevie .C that I have beaten up and down the midwest coast for the past year? The Stevie .C that could never get the job done against me? THAT STEVIE .C!? Because if i heard you right, Parker has got to be out of his mind to put him up against me again. I mean, not only is this a mistake, it is a BIG mistake, not to mention a BIG loss for Stevie .C, to have to be embarassed by me once again live in front of the world.

Dave: Well Josh, this is your hotel. Don't worry about the bill. ASW has furnished this hotel room for you until you can find a place of your own down here. I hope that you enjoy your stay here in ASW, because Parker is very pleased to have you aboard. Please try and keep in touch.

Sutton: Oh, do not worry about that... I will. Thanks for the lift.

The driver opens Sutton's door and then opens the trunk. Sutton grabs his bags and begins walking up toward the hotel. Sutton walks up to the counter and checks into his room. They give him a keycard and he goes to the elevator. When he arrives in his room, he is amazed to find it's one of the best in the hotel. Sutton throws his stuff to the floor and goes to the window to look out. Sutton checks out the room, and is especially happy with the big screen TV.

Sutton: Yes...I definately think I am going to like it here in All Star Wrestling. And it's about damn time I got treated like the king I am. One thing that disappoints me, is the fact of the matter that I am booked against Stevie .C for the first card. I would have thought a man with such integrity as myself, would deserve much greater than that worthless piece of trash such as Stevie .C. No matter, I will prove myself by crippling him. And then, maybe just maybe ASW will learn to use me correctly. Haha, Stevie .C, huh? Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, friend oh friend, we have traveled the world together. Japan, BAW, EWWL, and now ASW. Boy, you sure do like to follow the extreme icon, don't ya? You just can't resist me Stevie. It's that lust you have for me, isn't it. You can't stand it that I am better than you. But maybe, after i yet again, knock some sense into you, it willbe that mark in time that you finally come to terms with the fact that I am superior, That i am your god.

Sutton looks at himself in the mirror, admiring himself. He smiles wryly.

Sutton:The fact of the matter is this Stevie. Through all those matches and feds we were in together, there have been so many people to say that you carried me through it all. When infact, Steven, it was I would carried us. I carried you in Bad Ass Wrestling, I dragged you in the mud in EWWL, but now it's time we turned over a new leaf and started over. This time Stevie, I send you to the grave. Time and Time again, I have decieved you, and played with your mind. Well, on the 13th, in front of the world, at the houseshow, Stevie, the deception comes to an end. The fun and games come to an end. It's time you stepped out of my shadows Stevie and into the real world. It's time you came to terms with yourself and it's time you stopped hiding behind a mask. You've tried to adapt to my style for some many years and made it look so fake. You are trying to be something your not and that something, is ME! Your obsession with me has gone way to far.

Sutton: I will give you this though Stevie. You are a great wrestler, you have accomplished great things in your career. You've accomplished just about as much as I have, and you have my respect and though I sometimes don't act it, you are my friend. That doesn't mean that I am going to come down to that ring on the 13th and kiss your ass, oh no, because the Icon doesn't play that way. What it means, is I am not going to end your career. I am not going to embarass you in front of mom and dad. I am simply going to beat you fair and square right in the center of the ring. You know Stevie, the more and more i sit here and ponder this. The more and more i realize just exactly why Michael Parker booked us together. Because he is smarter than everyone gives him credit for. He booked two of the best athletes ASW has to offer in a match. And the way i see it, Stevie, whoever comes out the victor in this match, is the best wrestler in ASW. Plain and simple. Can you beat me Stevie, I don't think so. PROVE ME WRONG!

Sutton turns his TV on and a promo for ASW is on. Stevie .C is talking trash about him. Sutton watches on in disbelief as the many lies spill from Stevie's mouth. Sutton shakes his head and smirks as he continues to spew lies about Sutton and himself. Finally, Sutton has seen enough. He shuts it off and paces back and forth in the room.

Sutton: You know Stevie, I don't know exactly what the hell you were smoking back in the day, but it sure fried your brain. I don't remember asking you to join up with me, as i recall it, you were on your hands and knees, BEGGING, to be apart of the most elite stable that ruled BAW. I gave you the oprotunity and I MADE YOUR ASS A STAR! Then Stevie. It died, your fame died. Because about two months later, it all came crashing down on you. Josh Sutton, the most talented wrestler the world has seen, stepped into the ring at EWWL arena and pinned your tired old ass for the EWWL World Strap. Like it or not, Stevie, I am better than you. You run your mouth, smackin it, sayin how two of the best wrestlers are meeting up on the 13th. The way i look at it, there is only one, and we both know who that man is Stevie. Yeah, right you are, old friend, It's me. Stevie, I'm not much of a man on superstitions, but i hear they say 13 is an unlucky number for some people, and I think it just might prove to be for you.

Sutton: But Stevie, out of all the smack talkin you did, the one thing that got to me the most was the fact that you referred to me as being a homosexual. You know Stevie, you really should have left your childhood back at school, because fact of the matter is, your pitiful insults to try and lift your self esteem to soaring stars will not work. Your little Chill Factor will have NO Affect. Your stuckup richboy arrogance will HAVE no affect come the 13th. False hopes, huh? No Stevie, I have no false hopes, but from what i've seen inside you, there lies a few inside. Your arrogant threat to the ASW, telling everyone that you willbe the world champion, THAT MY FRIEND, IS WHAT I CONSIDER, filling yourself with false hope. You willbe damn lucky if i even let you survive now that you've made these remarks. And then you go on and have the gull to lay down the lines that there is something more important than me? The PPV, 187? THE 24th of February. Stevie, you know better than anyone, that i shouldn't be underestimated. Yet you have made the mistake, now it's time i picked up the pieces and used them against you. On the 13th, I close the book of Steven Cash.

Sutton: You know the old saying, Stevie, You bring the beer, and I'll bring the blood. The truth to that still remains. You can bet, the fans can bet, and ASW can DAMN well bet that there willbe alot of blood shed in this match. Stevie, after all the blood, sweat, and tears are spilt. After all the smack has been talked, the smack has done the walkin', after ALL the smoke has cleared. There willbe one man standing and one man laying, in a puddle of his own blood. That man standing, willbe me, "The Extreme Icon" Josh Sutton, and the image of a bloody broken down old man, laying in a heap on the ring apron, shall be you Stevie. Stevie, I'll see you when I beat you, and that my friends is the end.

Sutton steps back away from the mirror and puts his hand over the camera lens.

FADE TO BLACK