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~The scene opens with Ashley standing over the fallen Sutton, she is wiping his head down with a cold wash cloth. Josh suddenly wakes up in a violent scream. Ashley: What's wrong honey? Sutton: I just had the weirdest dream. We were standing in this room, and you said you were pregnant....Isn't that silly. ~Ashley stares at Sutton, trembling. She tries to say something but the words are caught in her throat. Sutton: It was a dream, wasn't it? (Ashley stares at Sutton blankly) Oh god please tell me it was all a bad dream. Ashley: I..I'm sor..sorry I didn't tel..tell you sooner Josh. But I was afraid. I didn't know if you would be mad at me. Josh please don't be mad, I didn't mean for it to happen. I guess maybe I wanted to surprise you. Sutton: Well you sure fucking surprised me. God, I don't want a child, I can barely take care of myself, HOW IN THE FUCK do you expect me to change a diaper, or feed it. I mean jesus christ, what the fuck do i look like, a human nursery. What about my career? What about my future. Why now? Why before the biggest match of my life! (Ashley puts her head down in shame and starts to cry) I..I'm sorry Ashley... It's just... I don't know howto react in a situation like this. I just don't know what to feel right now, I feel stressed and somewhat happy. If there was one girl on this earth that i would want to have a child with, it would be you. What am i gonna do now? No... What are we going to do? Ashley: I really want to have this baby, Josh. ~Sutton stands up, he paces back and forth. He looks down at Ashley. Sutton: Ashley, I need some time to think. I don't know what I am going to do. I need to clear my mind. I am so frustrated. I willbe back in a couple of hours. (She grabs his arm) Ashley: Where are you going, please don't be gone long. Sutton: I don't know, for a walk. I need to get my mind off of this Ashley. I need to clear my head, this is very important, but I have a match that is very important to me. You understand that don't you? If you don't please try, this isn't going to be easy for me Ashley. I don't want to give up the second love of my life, wrestling. Ashley: O.ook Please hurry Josh. We need to talk about this. ~She kisses Sutton's cheek and he heads for the door. He opens it and thunder is heard in the distance. Sutton walks down the porch steps and is hit with small sprinkling rain drops. Sutton heads up the street, talking to himself. Sutton: God, what have I gotten myself into. What a perfect timing. Right before the biggest match of my career, something like this has to come along and fuck it up. I don't know anything about raising a kid. How in the fuck am i going to do THIS! HOW!? Think Josh Think! Focus! I don't want this kid, but I can't just ditch her, she is the one I love. I guess maybe I can try and care for the kid, but I'm not that normal father figure type. Oh, this is all confusing. Abortion...Yes...ABORTION...noo...that's wrong, I couldn't do that, it would haunt me for the rest of my life. Think Josh...There has to be an answer somewhere. She wants the kid, did she purposely get pregnant? Am i the father? AM I THE FATHER! AM I WORRYING myself over nothing. No, she couldn't have been with another man, she would never do something like that to me. My father always said trust was the key, but what was it he said it was the key to? Ah fuck it, what did he know anyway. Hmmm...She wants to keep the kid, I wonder how badly, maybe i can talk her into putting it up for adoption....no...because then the kid would grow up, whining about how he had a bad childhood, but what would be the difference, I don't think I am mature enough to have a kid and give it the childhood it deserved. Fuck, is this why my mom tore all her hair out when i was ten? Christ, is that was childhood is all about, long hard battles, is childhood like wrestling? Is it a struggle? ~Sutton, who isn't paying attention, is walking in the middle of an interstate. People fly by, honking their horns and shouting rude comments at him. Sutton keeps walking, paying no attention at all. Sutton: Hey, maybe if...YEAH! I'll call my parents. Maybe they can tell me what to do. ~Sutton arrives at a payphone and digs in his pocket for change. Suddenly, David Arquette, from the 1-800-Collect Commercials appears. Sutton:> Hey, Buddy, got a quarter? David Arquette: Need to make a collect call? Dial 1-800-Collect, it's the easy way to save! ~Sutton takes the phone and smacks Arquette over the head, knocking him to the hard wet ground. Sutton digs in his pant pocket and pulls out fifty cents. He looks down at Arquette. Sutton: I don't need a lecture from you, That's why I'm calling my parents you dumbass. ~Sutton deposits the two coins and dials the number. Person on phone: Hello? Sutton: Mom? Is that you? Person on phone: No...I think you have the wrong number. Sutton: Is this number ###-####? Person on phone: Yes it is. Who are you looking for. Sutton: Ok...Thanks anyway...Goodbye. (click, hangs up phone) I'll call Aunt Sally, she'll know where my parents are! ~Sutton picks up the phone and starts dialing. Operator: If you'd like to make a call, please insert the right amount of change and try again. ~Sutton digs in his pocket and pulls out another fifty cents. He deposits and makes the call. His Aunt picks up. Sutton: Aunt Sally? This is Josh. Do you know where my Mom and Dad are living now, I can't seem to get ahold of them. ~Crying fills the phone. Aunt Sally Jos...Josh your parents died a week ago in a plane crash. They were going to surprise you and come out to visit you. But one of the technicians forgot to check the left wing, it had a malfunction and the plane went down five minutes after it left the ground, there were no survivors. We tried to contact you, but we were never able to get ahold of you. (Sutton hangs up the phone) Sutton: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This day is just full of surprises. I wis... Man: Alright buddy, Don't move and nobody will get hurt. Sutton: Oh, you picked the wrong guy to fuck with today... ~The man strikes Sutton in the head with what appears to be a gun. Sutton collapses in the telephone booth. The man pushes the cameraman down. FADE TO BLACK |