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~The scene opens in a dark room, small candles flicker in the background. A small light can be seen coming from somewhere near the back of the room. The camera crew move closer to it. Just then, the lights come on. Josh Sutton sit down in a corner, staring down, with a grim smile on his face. He looks up at the camera crew and lets out a laugh. Sutton: Assassin!!! You've said "I can beat Josh Sutton" so many times that I think you are actually starting to believe it yourself. You try to be the best, but how is that possible with such an athlete as myself standing in your way. You aren't destined to be a Global Champion, Assassin, you never were. You were destined to be an under carder, to face people like Rob Sensation. You should have never been up in the ranks with people like me. You talk about all the pain your going to bring to me, how you are going to nearly kill me, how it doesn't matter what moves you have to do to win, SHUT THE FUCK UP! All you have to do is bring your ass to the ring on Saturday, and bring alittle pain with you. That's the entry fee for the Battle Royal, you must bring pain. But the thing is, Assassin, It's not how much pain you bring, it's how you use it. Ask yourself before you walk down that aisle and step into the biggest match of your career, ask yourself "Can i beat Josh Sutton"? "AM I capable of beating such a valiant figure as he" "Am i capable of even surviving through a few minutes with him". But Don't Answer them, Assassin, No. Because each and every one of those questions shall be answered right in the middle of the ring. And as I punish you, and finally drive you down to the mat with the Mindbender, you will have known that the answer to your question was infact NO. You and everyone else in this federation are so full of yourselves. You put yourselves on some high pedestool and claim yourself the best, when the fact of the matter is, None of us have begun to prove it. Were at the beginning and we have all of these guys claiming themselves to be god. As I've always done in the past, I've always proved those guys wrong, and it's really sad that one of them has to be you Assassin. You say that you used to respect me, that you thought I would be a challenge. Underestimation never got anyone anywhere. You better count your money and walk away from the fight, because you set them up and I'll knock em down. I'm going to make sure that it comes down to you and me in the steel at the end. Count on it. (pauses) Assassin, I will say this about you though. You are a damn good fighter, If you wasn't you would have never been chosen by me and Cash to join up with the Perfect Sin. You are still young and ignorant though, like a baby to wrestling. You live and you learn, amazingly enough, I see that power in you that I had when i was young growing up in the business. I see that hunger, that thriving to be the champion, to be the best. I've been there before. I know what you are going through. That mental frustration, preparation, getting your stategy together. Worrying about the outcome, what will happen. Only fate knows. The fact of the matter is this, at the pay per view, I will play god, I willbe fate, and I willbe your end, Assassin. Nothing you can say or do can stop the force I have created. The dawning of a new age in professional wrestling is apon us. The Sutton Effect. It's been a long time coming and finally it's arrived, just in time to see. ~Sutton pulls himself up and picks up a piece of paper that was taped to the filing cabinet. He reads aloud. Sutton: Carl Cash... Syko...Assassin...Stevie .C....Big D....Rob Sensation...Delinquint...Shocka...Tom Wagner... ~Sutton sighs and smiles wryly. He wads up the paper and tosses it to the floor. Seconds later, the paper evenvelopes with flames. Sutton's smile widens as he begins pacing around the room, beads of sweat glistening down his forehead. He stops through half a stride and turns to the cameras. Sutton: All of these men, every single one of them, they all walk in with the same purpose as Me. To capture the Global Title, to be the best of the best, to wear that crown of glory and stand atop the ASW to be able to have all the others gunning for you and bowing before you at the same exact time. It's a beautiful dream for them, but for me it is a reality. It is a way of life. Champion is my life. For you Carl Cash, it's been a long hard road to success. I rememeber our fights in the EWWL. I remember how we trained together. How we formed our group here in ASW, all memories that will soon be erased. But my main memory, was recent, i took that chair and i smashed your skull, and oh what a pleasant sound it was. Cash, as i stood over you, looking at all the blood pouring out of your measily little skull, I realized how easy it would be for me to crush you at the ppv. Who do you think asked for that match, Cash? Do you think I wanted to team with you just to be your friend, FUCK NO. I did it because I knew you were dumb enough to fall for it, and just as i suspected, you fell right into the Spider Web and fell prey to me. Cash, to tell you the truth for once, I never liked you. You always tried to put yourself ahead of me, to try and bask yourself in my glory, always wanting to team with me to get the reaction from the fans that I got. Hell, I can't wait until the day you wake up and realize that you cannot be me. You never WILL be me. But one thing you will be, is beaten first hand by me at the PPV. Count on it. ~Sutton paces again, eyeing the camera man. Ashley runs into the room and jumps into Sutton's arms. She kisses his cheek and Sutton stares at her with his steel piercing ice blue eyes. He smiles and pushes her away. She sighs. Ashley: You are being such a bastard. You are acting like this title match is the more important than your family. You are becoming so obsessed that we never do anything anymore. You haven't left this basement since early this morning. All you do is sit down here and talk to yourself. Please Josh...Lets go somewhere. Sutton: Obsessed? Perhaps I am obsessed. Yeah. YOUR DAMN RIGHT IM OBSESSED! The thrill of being the best. I must succeed. I must become the All Star Global Champion. And not you or even Michael Parker are going to stop me. You know, I usually get worried before big title matches like this. And hell, I wish i could say I'm not nervous about this one. We got 10 of the greatest wrestlers on the earth walking into this match. Only one can walk away. You add a 20 ft high cage and who knows what the fuck will happen. ~Ashley runs off crying. Sutton smirks and falls back into the corner, sitting down again. He pulls out a ciggerette and puts it to his lips, lighting it and takes a drag. He exhales the smoke and speaks. Sutton: What a bitch... Sometimes I wonder why i put up with her shit, I guess maybe it's because she can be alright sometimes. Maybe It's some kind of dynasty shit, maybe I feel like I can live without her, maybe I love her. What the fuck am i saying? Where was I? Saturday, I don't really want to admit it but it's going to be one of the toughest matches of my career. It is going to be one hell of an expierence for me. And I have to give all my props out to President Parker for giving me this opprotunity to shine like this. For giving me the opprotunity to show the world that I will become that higher power that I once was. It's still inside...it will surface. Boys...bring it...bring it all....bring the pain to me and watch it grow. You bring the beer and I'll bring the blood.....And that my friends is the end... ~Sutton stands up and takes a last hit off the ciggerette, then tosses it to the floor, stepping on it. Sutton exhales and pushes the camera out of his face. He exits the room and the cameraman follows. Sutton is standing there, holding Ashley. Ashley: Josh... I have something to tell you... I...I...I'm...Pre..Pregnant! ~Sutton's mouth drops open and he falls backward onto the floor, fainted. FADE TO BLACK |