Darkness falls apon the world as the clouds cover the sky and snow hits the ground with violent rage. A man steps around from the shadows of trees. Covered by a gray hooded cloak. The streetlights show only alittle of his detail. A tall, slim figure indeed. He continues walking down a wide side walk. Finally he stops, looking at the ground and throws his hood off. Long blood red hair falls down into his face, covering his eyes. He reluctantly pushes it back and stares into the camera, traces of anger and insanity in his eyes. A stare cold enough to make the bravest man have chill run down his spine. And like a bolt of thunder in a stormy weather night, he speaks, eyes still transfixed on the camera.

Josh Sutton: yeesssssss..... Shawn Walsh....ahahaa....Do you really think a person of my level would fear such a underling as yourself? If so, YOU thought wrong. The only thing scary about you is the way you dress.....Perhaps though, Shawn Walsh....I judged you too soon. Perhaps...You are as good as you say....But not as good as I...For you see Walsh....Where you lack skill....Is where i will defeat you....You shall make a mistake....everyone who thinks they are perfect makes atleast one mistake....and after scouting you...my prediction proved to be right...I can see that fear in your eyes Walsh......Look deep into these eyes...Maybe you see alittle of yourself inside of me...but trust me that will all be drowned in my hate for you. I don't want to just beat you Shawn.. I want to break you down into little pieces and smolder what's left of your dried up career into a burning inferno. I lust for the beating I am going to give you. I shall beat and batter you until i can beat and batter no more.

Sutton turns away and continues to walk further down the sidewalk. Several cars go by while he is walking. A sick smile spreads across his face as people yell such things as "Freak!" "Loser!" "FAG!!!" etc. at him. He stops again, and slouches down by a tree. Now looking into the camera he speaks.

Josh Sutton: You call yourself a hardcore icon, Mr. Walsh. Yes, yes, I did my homework very well on you. Studied all your matches. CWF champion on several occasions, yes very nice, still not as good as me though Shawn. How nice of you to stick up for Tobias Jackson, your little handpicked champion. Hiding him in your pocket nice and tight, I see. And why do you hide him from me? Because you know deep down in that heart of yours, that if you give him to me, I WILL cripple his whole body and he willbe another worthless nothing roaming the earth, begging me to kill him. But, being the stupd little pathetic man that you are, you decide to play Mr. Hero and try to save him. Boy, haven't you made a wild underestimation...You've told yourself that you can beat me so many times that i think you are actually starting to believe it yourself.. But still that sickening feeling still lies deep within the pit of your stomach. A true hatred that i have for you will be unleashed in a matter of days. CWF and EWWL collide. Let me tell you something... You are not a hardcore Icon, by far. A chair shot the head and a few table breakings does not make you extreme. It makes you a wannabe. You want to see extreme? Imagine this. EWWL arena...3 months ago. Stevie .C vs. Nathan Dalgarno vs. Josh Sutton - Exploding Barbwire Deathmatch. Dalgarno got blown up for the sport. I have been busted open more times then i wish to count Walsh... The stakes are already high aren't they? After i beat you, I get your so called "franchise" in the ring with me. Yes...Very high...But lets go higher. Show me just how hardcore you are. Stairway to Heaven Match. If your hardcore you know that means a barbwire ladder is placed on the outside of the ring. The object is to bring that ladder into the ring and climb it, but before that you beat the stuffings out of your opponent with it. After ascending the ladder, you pull down the singapore cane, my primary weapon I might add, and you use it to once again beat the stuffings out of your opponent, leaving them laying in a bloody pulp. Then you do whatever it takes to win the match. Which results in lots and lots of blood and lots and lots of people very fucking happy.

Josh Sutton: But...Lets not talk about that right now... Lets talk about the other fight for a moment, shall we? Ah yes...The 8 man Old School Elimination Match. 4 of EWWL's top stars. Stevie .C, possibly the most hardcore son of a bitch i've ever met, next to me of course. Then we have Dillion "The Legacy" Durst... The reigning EWWL world champion. "The Man...The Myth...The Pimp" Ryan Mcbain...A man who i respect very much in this industry, coming back together with EWWL for one last match, to put an end to your neverending mouth running. Grim, a tag team champion on several occassions in EWWL, very tough individual. Taking on CWF's so called best men, called "Hostile Takeover". Jay Gamble...Who the fuck is that? Oh...Yes it's Mr. Walsh's partner and yet another worthless jobber CWF throws at us, what a pleasure it willbe KICKING your ass allover the place. Oh Oh and Johnny Beckman...Not too bad are you Beckman...too bad you side yourself with that worthless scum Shawn Walsh, otherwise you could be a star... such a waste of talent...such a waste of oxygen...Then we have Syko...What in the hell is this guy even doing in this match. He is by far the worst piece of meat talent i've seen come out of CWF, but then again CWF doesn't really have much talent, so i guess he's like the best hahaha. THEN last but not least...what the hell, this guy is the extreme champion...Matt Davies....Boy would i love to go with you in this match...Son...You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into...another hardcore wannabe that is going to have to be put in his place coming up. CWF look at your competition...Study it well...Because the way i see it, it could be EWWL vs. the whole CWF and you guys would still be outnumbered by 4.

Sutton stands up, brushes himself off and begins walking again. As he walks he speaks.

Josh Sutton: Lets talk about your career Walsh. 21 years old. A slut of a girlfriend. Young and Naive. That's what i love most about you Walsh... I find you humerous...You are pretty funny. But in your matches, you can never seem to get the job done yourself, always have to have someone help you out or hand you the win. Walsh...In our match....I dare you to have your little friends come to the ring and help you... No NO. I WANT YOU to bring your friends with you. Because I love pain. Can you give me that burning sensation of pain i so ever desire? Can you fill that void? No because your weak and decripted. You have alittle skill but are young and do not know howto use it. Walsh perhaps it won't be a match at all...Perhaps it willbe like a class. Hellacious Beating 101...I willbe the teacher and thy shall be the student....The way it should be, yes? Bring that girlfriend to the ring with you too. I will show her a good time...but probably not the way she wishes it would be. I will torment her just as i will torment you. But first Walsh...I am going to play the human game of chess, yes Walsh Mind games galore. Every corner you turn around...something will remind you of me. Everytime you have sex with that slut you call a girlfriend...You will be focused on me. I will become your obsession, Walsh...And that is how i will work against you. I will get inside that head of yourself and bring you down like a disease. And then...Walsh...and then....You die...Just like all of my opponents in the past. You willbe no different. You shall be treated no different. For i have conquered bigger, badder, and better than you have ever dreamth of seeing, my dear poor naive boy. I have ended more careers than you have seen. Men like you have dropped onto their knees and bowed before me. You even go as to far as to call yourself a god? That humors me...See there's that humor factor that i love about you, always making someone laugh. Only I'm not laughing with you, I am laughing at you... Instead of lifting you up, I am going to drag you down... You see, You are above my level Walsh...I have no self esteem. You have more money, more wants, and more cares in the world, whereas I have no wants or desires, and no fuckign cares whatsoever in this pathetic world. America...the pififul...But not as pitiful as you...oh...i would have to see something more pitiful than you. OH How i desire the taste of your sweet blood on my tounge. I love myself for hating you..

Josh Sutton: I just get all excited thinking about the new lands of pain I get to explore on your body. To me…Dishing out pain is better than sex. Beating you is not the goal here Walsh… Ending your career and your life is what my goal is. Are you afraid to die Walsh? Are you afraid to go all out and run the extra mile just for fuck’s sake? Because I am. Does that make me more of a man than you? No, because it is natural for a man to be scared of death. One of the only things a man should be scared of. Well, except me. I am much more worse than death. Hell, Death fears me! Can you seriously stand before me and think you are going to beat me? DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT?! I don’t think you do. There is alittle more running through that head of your’s than you are telling us. Oh well, before long your brain will be spilled out onto the mat and we will all find out just what’s on your mind. Hahaha. In the end, you will fail your conquest to defeat me. You will become a disgrace to your federation and be forced to sell your body to homosexuals for ten dollars an hour to support your woman, if that’s what you want to call her. And by the time you have had your ass cornholed by every homo in this world, you will be far to tired to give her pleasures and that’s when she will turn to the ghetto pimp, Ryan McBain. But enough on that. Seriously now.

Josh Sutton: There are three things I am going to take away from you Walsh. Can you guess? Do you know? Come on dig deeper inside. I know you have an idea. One will be your dignity. Two will be your purity. And Three will be your pride. Then when all has been said and done, the smoke has been cleared and you are laying face down, dead on the mat, blood draining from your thick skull, broken dent filled chair laying beside your tattered body, I will stand atop you, waiting for your champion to walk down to the ring, with the piss running down his leg and the puke running down his chin. All the nervousness availible for me and the rest of the world to see. That will be the closing in the bible that is CWF. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? You better work your ass off, you better rent some EWWL movies. You better do your homework AND YOU BETTER FUCKING STOP UNDERESTIMATING ME. Because death’s messenger is coming for you and the outcome doesn’t look to pretty.

Josh Sutton: Let me ask you something, Walsh…When’s the last time your champion has had a challenger like me? Never. Because there is noone like me. Your fucking champions bow, just as they should. So Walsh, how are you feeling? Nervous Yet? Still confident? Of course you are, because you are Shawn Walsh, the mighty fucking corporate nothing of CWF. The fact that you couldn’t wipe my ass amazes me, yet you can beat me right? Wrong? WRONG! Walsh, prepare yourself for war…because I am going to bring it and shove it strait down your cum guzzling throat, EWWL STYLE BABY!

Stan: Josh! Josh! Can I get an interview with you. What is the situation concerning CWF and EWWL? What does this mean for EWWL?

Josh Sutton: Shut the hell up for a minute Stan. I was in the process of thinking and you interrupted it. I am going to meet Stevie and Ryan at the tavern. Any questions you have, you can ask me there and I might consider answering them?

Ok..Bu…

Josh Sutton: What part of at the taverns don’t you understand?!

Fine…

Sutton continues his walk up toward a local Chi Town Tavern where Stevie .C and Ryan McBain await his arrival. Stan is following close behind but can’t seem to keep up with Sutton’s quick walking. Sutton finally stops in front of the tavern.

Josh Sutton: Ah…Finally…

Sutton opens the door. Stan follows him in and immediately talks.

Now can I have my interview?

Josh Sutton: DAMNIT STAN! You are starting to get on my nerves. Do I have to beat your ass again. As soon as I find Stevie and Ryan, I will answer your fucking questions. Ok? Damn…Now leave me alone for a second.

Sutton easily finds Stevie, who is unsuprisingly filling his empty beer mug up with another Budweiser. Sutton walks over to Stevie and they goto their table where the Pimp, Ryan McBain sits with three beautiful girls.

Ryan McBain: Wassup Josh? Me and Stevie have been wondering when the fuck you were gonna get yo ass here, foo’. I saved you a nice piece of ass **pointing to a hot blonde sitting next to him** Take a seat bitch..

Josh Sutton: Somethings never change. Never the less.. Good to be working with you again Ryan, even though it is for one night only.

Stevie: Yeah… I’d like to make a toast. Stevie tosses Sutton and Mcbain bottled Budweisers. **Stevie raises his beer** To the destruction of CWF **All three men drink to that**

Sutton…. Can I get my interview now?

What the hell is that loser doing here, Sutton?

Josh Sutton: I dunno… He followed me here…He wants an interview from us….

Stan… Were busy men. Why the hell you gotta bother us tonight, brotha?

Listen, McBain… I am not here to listen to your shit… I am here on behalf of the EWWL to get a interview for the CWF vs. EWWL type PPV coming up in a few days…. Now can I please get an interview?

Sure why the hell not. It’s not like we got nothing better to do other than get drunk and bar fight. **All the guys laugh**

Thank you very much Stevie. You always were my favorite.

Stan…You’re wasting our time…Get this shit on the road or get the hell out.

Ok…So let me get this strait it’s going to be CWF’s 4 best, which are Shawn Walsh, Syko, Matt Davies, Johnny Beckman and Jay Gamble. Taking on Two of the three of you along with our world champion, Dillion Durst and Grim?

Josh Sutton: Yeah…That is basically it… 4 vs. 4, Survivor Series elimination rules.Everyone fights and It goes on and on and on until only one team remains.

Then Josh Sutton, after your team fights that match, you go on later in the night to fight against CWF's CEO Shawn Walsh? And if you are successful, you get a match with their top star, Tobias Jackson?

Josh Sutton: That’s correct Stan. Damn you are a smart little shit aren’t ya? Shawn Walsh will drop like a fly when he steps into the ring with me and then I’m gonna knock that little bitch Tobias Jackson the fuck out and that will be the end of CWF And that is a fact.

Do you guys feel that there maybe alittle communication problem between the 4 of you?

Josh Sutton: There damn well better not be any communication problems. Dillion Durst and Grim better put their fucking problems behind them and get as serious about this as we are. Because I don’t want this to have to be a 2 on 4. So Grim and Durst, if you’re watching this, don’t fuck around.. Keep your heads in the game. Don’t worry about eachother, worry about the other 4 losers on the opposite side of the ring. There will be a time and place for you two to beat the hell out of eachother. But Stevie, Grim, Durst, and McBain are going to get the job done for me.

Sutton.. Even if they did fight eachother… We would have no problems whatsoever, beating the hell out of the other 4. I mean, I have never went into an easier match up. This is going to be like a cake walk.

I don’t give a damn about Grim and Durst’s problems with eachother. I will beat both their asses if they get out of line. Both them will be my biotchs. But like Stevie said, we may not need them. We pretty confident about this sniznit.

How did all of this start? I must have missed something.

This genius right here, Josh Sutton, challenged Tobias Jackson to a match in our interfed producers, and great interfed I might add, Fedwars, Inc. And instead of being a man, Tobias had his boyfriend, Shawn Walsh trash talk Sutton.

Couldn’t have said it betta myself Stevie. That little punkass Shawn Walsh is nothing but a trash talker. I wish it was me in there with him. I wouldn't be able to wait til the end of the night to get my hands around his scrawny little neck and choke his ass out!

Josh Sutton: I'll make sure and drag his ass to the back so you guys can get alittle bit of what i just tore off from him, McBain. I want that little bastard more than I want the EWWL world title. There is nothing I would love to do more than to pick Walsh’s bloody beaten body off the mat and deliver the Sutton Driver through a table or onto a chair, then finish him off by locking him in the traumatic pain. It’s been a long time coming and it’s finally here. Walsh…You’re a dead man walking!

Stevie .C orders another round of beers and the waitress brings them over to them. Stan orders a wine cooler.

Josh Sutton: A Wine Cooler? We don’t drink wine coolers at this table Stan. Either get a beer or scotch. Or get your ass kicked!

Stand quickly cancels the wine cooler and orders a bud light.

Josh Sutton: That’s better. Now continue.

Well Ok.. So you have a solution to the Scar/Durst situation. What about You and McBain, Sutton? It wasn’t too long ago that you two were at eachothers throats, wanting to kill eachother.

Josh Sutton: Hey…That was awhile ago. Me and McBain have a lot of respect for eachother. This means too much to us to go and fuck it up.

Exactly, yo, EWWL’s pride is at stake here. We are going to show the world just exactly what the EWWL is made of.

Ok…So there will be no problems there. The way you guys talk, you seem like a well oiled faction. Nervous or worried about the other side’s skill?

Josh Sutton: Stan…You of all people should know, I don’t get nervous. I wouldn’t give a damn if they had a 8 foot tall, 950lb retard on their team, there is nothing, and I mean NOTHING that my barbwire singapore cane can’t knock down.

The only thing we are in fear of is killing one of them and going to jail for murder. That’s about the only fear we have running through us.

Stevie, if we killed one of their asses, it wouldn’t make me feel a bit sorry. Hell, I’d enjoy it more. Fuck them. They brought themselves into this mess. EWWL is the most violent federation on the net. We got some of the craziest mofos around the world today up in here and we ain’t gonna back down from these punkasses. Definitely not some hick redneck piece of trash known as Shawn Walsh. When I think of Walsh, It makes me think of horse shit… I kind of see a resemblence to him also. I guess you could say shit is going to hit the fan come hell or high water.

Josh Sutton: These guys came onto the fedwars television network, talking all this smack. All I wanted was a simple little fucking match, to prove Tobias Jackson was nothing but a worthless nobody, butttt nooooooo. Walsh and his little bitch boys had to drag this out further than needed. Well now, after seeing this, they are scared to fucking death. Maybe after we give them the beatings of their lives, they will show us alittle more respect and realize that they aren’t even in EWWL’s league. We are going to prove that these guys don’t even deserve to be in the fedwars interfed. But most of all, we are going to prove, we are fucking hostile.

Sutton I understand your challenge to Walsh has now been for a Stairway to Heaven matchup? Meaning a barbwire ladder that must be climbed in order to get a singapore cane. Correct?

Josh Sutton: Yeah Stan. You see, I don’t want just some normal match. Shawn Walsh claims he’s hardcore. Walsh…just one of the many other things I am going to prove to you when we step into the ring, that you are not hardcore and that you are so softcore, that you belong on the fucking Sesame Street show. Get out of my league! Because you are killing me man with your humor and I’m not ready to die yet. So after I am doing embarassing you in front of all your friends, family, and fellow co-workers, you can leave the hardcore division forever, yes? YES! Hell… If I have my way about it, you may be leaving on a stretcher and NEVER ever ever ever coming back. Shawn.. I am going to let all my anger surface and when I get in the ring with you, oh it’s going to be one for the records. It’s going to bring back old memories from my IWO days and Most of all, it’s going to be the END of you!

Stevie, what are you looking forward to most in this?

I am just here for the fun of showing these guys who the best are. I’ve been out of the e-wrestling scene for long enough and it’s damn time that I got my ass back in shape and back in the picture. And if it means showing up a bunch of losers from CWF, I guess that’s what it will be. I know I am going to walk side by side with Josh Sutton, Ryan McBain, The Legacy, and Grim into this war and we are all going to walk out and then maybe alittle later, after Sutton takes care of business with Walsh, we gonna go out and have ourselves a drinking party.

Hell yea!

What about you Ryan? What are you looking forward to most in this match?

Ya know… I never really had a reason to be in it. I am just there to back up my friends Sutton and Stevie .C. There doesn’t have to be a reason. I am there for one last night, hopefully a long, bloody painful one, to kick some ass, take some names, and make some guys my bitches! And that’s what Ryan McBain does best.

The waitress brings a pitcher of beer over to the table and fills up everyone’s glasses. She starts to walk off but Stevie .C grabs her arm.

Woman! Where are you taking that pitcher! Put it back on the table. We’ll call you when we want more.

The waitress gives Steven a evil look but puts the pitcher back on the ground before walking off.

I tell ya, women these days.. So ungrateful and undeserving. It costs you an arm and a leg to have em around and then all they want is money, jewelry, and sex from other men.

Maybe for you, Stevie, but as you can see, I got women hanging allover me.

But you pay them? See, I can get a woman by just talking. You have to give them money. That’s funny.. You loser.

Josh Sutton: I wonder how much Walsh pays that slut of his, whats her name, Tanya, Tonya, Tina…Ah who the fuck cares. Anyway, I bet she is a hooker that he pays to SAY he’s her boyfriend. I think I am finally starting to figure this loser, Walsh out. Walsh, Jesus fucking christ man. You need a life worse than I do. You hide your image behind a layer of deception. What a waste of fucking time, because I have already figured you out. You’re a counterfeit. It’s no wonder you had the world title in CWF, because you are the fucking president, boy! Isn’t it hard to give yourself the title. Don’t you feel important. Well, IVE ALWAYS EARNED MINE! That’s the only title you’ve ever held right? Oh come on, Don’t lie, you know it is!

Hey Stevie, fuck you. Hahaha. Isn’t she that blonde slut with the big tits?

Josh Sutton: Yeah! YEAH! That’s her!

Yeah…I was looking at pictures of her on the internet the other day. Fully nude. Hell, I think I even have a playboy magazine with her in it.

Is she hot… I might, you know…borrow that magazine from you McBain…Because I haven’t been getting any latetly…err I mean…oh fuck…nevermind.

Sutton, Stan, and McBain all look at Stevie with huge grins across the their face. They all point and begin laughing at him. Sutton falls out of the booth on the floor laughing his ass off at Stevie .C.

Ohhhh Shit… hahahaha…ooohhh aw. That’s some funny shit there Stevie. Yeah…callin’ my ass a loser and you can’t get it up to have sex! Hahaa.

I can get it up! Damnit why the hell are we talking about this?! Mcbain don’t make me get up and kick your ass!!!

Josh Sutton: Chill out Stevie, we’re just fucking with you. It’s probably Walsh who can’t get it up.

Stevie picks up the pitcher and pours more beer into his cup, emptying the last of the pitcher.

Hey you!!!! Yeah, you! **Pointing to a guy** Tell that blonde bitch to bring her skimpy ass over here with another pitcher of beer. We’re getting thirsty.

The four of them have a good laugh again as the waitress walks over to the table with another pitcher of beer. She puts it down.

Waitress: I think after this pitcher you guys have had enough.

You just shut the fuck up and continue serving us beer. We got the money to pay for it and we got a limo waiting outside for us. So you just shut up and keep bringing us all the beer we ask for. Got it?

**mumbling as she walks off** God, why didn’t I listen to mom and dad when they told me to goto college.

I don’t like that girl’s additude. One more outburst like that and I’ll go talk to the manager.

Josh Sutton: Stevie…You are full of shit man….Almost as full of shit as Walsh is. Hey Walsh, look at us sitting here in this bar Take a long real close look at us. The three of us. We are three of the most elite wrestlers in the world. How can you top this? Huh? How can you possibly fucking top this? And I asnwer, YOU CANT! You fucking CANT!

So Sutton. After EWWL and CWF go at it this time, what lies in store for the two federations.

Josh Sutton: That all depends on how good these guys fight us. Both parties have decided that it will be a one time thing only. EWWL isn’t going to gloat or be pissed with the outcome. But tell me something Stan. What do you see when you look at us three? When you look at Ryan McBain, Stevie .C, and Josh Sutton.

I see a pretty dominate group. But I can’t say for sure if you are better than CWF, because I haven’t seen them fight.

Josh Sutton: Exactly. We don’t want you to say were better, because our consciences are told us were better. We’ve studied these guys. We are in their heads. We are playing the mind games now. We are in control of this war. CWF, the war has already begun and you guys are down….heavily. And were just going to keep throwing more fuel onto the fire as our match grows closer. We smell the fear coming from your rotten flesh already Walsh and company.

Ah hell ya! The poker table needs one more! Later guys.

McBain gets up and walks over to the poker table. They great him and deal him into the game.

Well, boys, I am going to go over and see how Ryan is doing.

Josh Sutton: Later, Stan.

Yeah…Seeya Stan

When Stan gets to the table they are about to finish up the first hand. Ryan has a big shit eating grin on his face as the other two players have folded. Leaving him and an old man still playing. Ryan lays his cards down.

Read em and weep. Full house, biotch!

Damn….

Ryan reaches out and begins to take the money but the Old Man lays his cards down.

Too bad that I had 4 aces, huh?

The old man moves McBain’s hands and takes the money, laughing his head off.

That’s fucked up…Oh well…Deal em again old man…

He deals out again. McBain seems pretty happy with his hand this time.

I fold.

Other guy: Me too.

Both McBain and the other younger man take two cards. Mcbain seems really happy now.

Young Man: So whatcha got, boy?

Two pair, bitch!

McBain reaches for the money pile, but the Young man lays his cards down.

Royal Flush!

BULLSHIT! This is fuckin rigged or something. Ya’ll fucking me over.

The cards are delt again. Stan notices the waitress slipping the old man something. He goes around and discovers cards laying In his lap.

What you got Mr. McBain?

3 aces…booyah!

Isn’t that funny? This man here has 4 aces and the one sitting next to him as 2 aces.

AH! YOU SON OF A BITCHES! Ah someone gonna get their ass kicked now. OHH!!! I’ll bring your hip you old bastard.

To hell with you, sonnny!!!

The old man grabs all the money off the table and runs out the door. McBain is in close pursuit. Stan follows them close behind. McBain has finally caught the old man and has tackled him to the ground. The money spills allover the ground and McBain doesn’t seem to care. Ryan is relentlessly fisting the old man in the face, spilling his blood. McBain picks the old timer up and puts him between his legs. OHHH! Dawg Drop onto the concrete. McBain opens up a dumpster and throws the old man’s bloody carcass inside of it. Ryan picks the money up and begns walking back to the bar. Meanwhile back at the tavern.

Josh Sutton: Want to?

Sure, why the hell not. It wouldn’t be a night if we didn’t.

Sutton and Stevie excuse themselves from the girls and walk over to the poker table.

You guys wanna play?

We need two players anyway.

Josh and Stevie look at eachother and smile.

Josh Sutton: Yeah… we want to play…

Let’s play.

Stevie punches Jim, the young man out of his chair. The other guy, Matt, jumps out of his chair and begins backpeddling as Sutton walks toward him. Sutton grabs him by the collar of his shirt and punches him in the nose, quickly busting him open.

Bartender: If you guys are going to do this, take it outside.

Sutton and Stevie drag Jim and Matt outside the bar and continue to beat them senseless. Sutton slams Matt into the side of the bar and delivers the Sutto Kick right between the eyes of Jim. Stevie picks Matt up. CHILL FACTOR! Sutton picks Jim up. SUTTON DRIVER! Sutton and Stevie wipe themselves off and walk back into the bar. It becomes really quiet and then the people in the bar begin cheering for them. Stevie and Sutton bow and laugh. Just then Ryan McBain walks back into the bar, counting money he just swiped from the old man.

Dammmn….. You guys made a mess of them outside, Hope you boys can do that to the punks from CWF.

There’s a lot more from where that came from in store for CWF.

Josh Sutton: I hope you watched that closely Walsh, because next time it won’t be one of those clowns feeling the affects of the Sutton Driver. It will be you!!!

Welp…Looks like the poker table is clear. How about it boys…?

Josh Sutton: Deal me in.

Deal me in too, just don’t be fucking cheating or I’ll have to give serious on yall’s ass like I did that old bitch.

Josh Sutton:We need a forth player.

Everyone turns and looks at Stan.

OH NO YOU DON’T! I don’t like poker. I always loose.

Josh Sutton:All the more reason you should play. Come on Stan, it will be fun.

Yeah, Stan…Fun.

**Grabs Stan** Sit yo ass down foo’!

Ok…Maybe just a couple of hands….

30 minutes later

Damnit guys…I told you I never win, It’s been almost a half an hour and I still haven’t won a single dime of my money. I am almost out of money.

Josh Sutton:We're sorry Stan, we’ll spot you some money won’t we guys? **winks at the guys**

Surreee… We’ll give you some of our money Stan.. After all it’s just a game…You’re supposed to have fun.

What the hell are you talking about.. I ain’t giving this receding hair lined cracker any of my money!

**kicks McBain under the table and whispers to him** Josh Sutton:Shut up, Ryan and go along with the plan.

Ok… Everyone throw down the cards and lets see what ya’ll bitches had.

Josh Sutton:2 pairs.

Ahaha! I beat you again Sutton, Full house.

Damnit! Damnit! DAMNIT! Why do I always get nothing?

Got me beat McBain.

McBain takes the large sum of money out of the pot and puts it in his wallet.

Where the hell did that waitress go. I think it’s time we started breaking out the heavy boose. **shouts** Hey, you blonde headed floozie… We need your "assistance" over here right now please.

For one, My name is Ashley, and two, I am not a slut, skank, whore, or a floozie. I am a woman and I will expect you to treat me like one.

Sorry I thought i was treating you like one.

Come here, I’ll try you like a woman.. That’s a nice big ass you got there woman.

The Waitress slaps McBain in the face, leaving a big imprint across his face.

Josh Sutton:You’re quite the ladies man, Ryan. Hahaha.

Oh yeah, You think that was funny do ya? Ya, I kick yo ass like I did in EWWL.

Josh Sutton:SHIT! You couldn’t wipe my ass in EWWL. Haha.

Boys Boys, Settle down and order your drinks

Josh Sutton:I’ll have a Aftershock mixed with Jack Daniels…Bottle please

I’ll have a double shot of scotch, bring me the bottle also.

I’ll have what Sutton is having.

**walks over to Stan** And what about you cutie?

I don’t want anything… I don’t got the m…

Josh Sutton:He’ll take a scotch on the rocks.

Alright boys, I’ll be back with your drinks in a few minutes.

Man! What a bitch!

Show some respect for women, McBain.

Show some respect for my nuts, before I kick yo white ass allover this bar man.

Calm down McBain. And Stan, quit being annoying.

I’m sorry… I just hate losing. Damnit, my wife is going to kill me.

Josh Sutton:Quit your damn whining and lets play some fucking cards, boys!

Sutton deals the cards out again.

Pardon me for asking, but do you really even know much about Shawn Walsh?

Josh Sutton:I know enough to guareentee that I am going to leave his ass laying in a bloody stain on the ring when we step into the ring. I know enough to guarentee that I will be leaving the arena, a bloody, beaten and battered mess. Shawn, the more and more I think about it. The more and more I start to like this match were going to have. You are going to give me everything I have always wanted and then some and I am going to introduce you to a euphoric like pain, that noone has ever been able to give you. Walsh, I am not going to underestimate you. I am not going to say I will walk out as the winner. But what I am saying, Is we are going to beat the hell out of eachother and the fans are going to enjoy it, Fedwars will enjoy it and ALL the other federations will enjoy it. Because there is nothing like seeing two hardcore wrestlers go at it in a Stairway to Heaven matchup. And with barbwire, chairs, and ladders sorrounding the area, forecasts are calling for 100% chance of bloodbath, so wear your rain jacket. I am so looking forward to wrapping my hands around the length of that singapore cane and cracking your skull with it repeatedly. And Stan, i know enough about CWF, to assure you that my team willbe walking out the winners in that match, because with the EWWL, were just too damn MUCH!

The waitress comes back with the drinks. She hands Josh and Stevie their glasses then hands them both bottles of jack daniels and aftershock. Ryan is given his double shot of scotch with a bottle and then she gives Stan his measley little scotch on the rocks.

Thank you ma’am.

Hey…it’s my job…but your welcome hun.

The waitress walks off.

She wants me…I can tell it. She wants me baaaaddd

All the sluts want you Stan.

She’s not a slut!!!! **Stan jumps up from the table and nearly pisses his pants when he realizes what he has done.**

**Stands up** Oh, You wanna go? Oh yeah, I been waiting for this all night. Lets go you little mama’s boy.

N…n…n…nooo! I don’t wanna fight you Ryan. Pl..plu…pleasee don’t hurt me

Too late cracka!

McBain goes to punch Stan, Stan ducks and McBain knocks an old lady, dancing with her old husband out.

Shit!

Old Man: Hey! That’s my wife you son of a bitch, that’s it I am calling the cops now!

On instinct, McBain picks up the bottle of scotch and smacks the man in the back of the head, quickly dropping him and rendering him unconcious!

Shit you guys, what the fuck am I gonna do? What if I killed him? FUCK!

McBain turns around and Stan hits him right in the stomach with a hard body shot.

Stan, why in the hell did you do that?

I was scared!

Josh Sutton:Damn, McBain, what Is your deal with beating up Old people?

**climbing up** shut up Sutton. Stan, if I wasn’t nervous right now I’d be kicking your ass allover the place. What the hell are we going to do about this?!

Josh Sutton:We? I don’t recall me, Stevie, or Stan beating the hell out of two elderly people and smashing a bottle over another one’s head.So don’t try to drag us into this shit. Just be cool.

BE COOL?! I almost if not, KILLED A MAN! Don’t tell me to "be cool". Man…Im gonna goto Jail. Man, I am really starting to regret coming here tonight.

Josh Sutton:**Sutton stands up and slaps Mcbain across the face** GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF MAN!

Where’d Stan go?!

Josh Sutton:SHIT! Who cares. I just thought of a great plan.

Well lets hear it?

Josh Sutton:Hear what?

The plan!

Josh Sutton:Oh yes, the plan. Sorry all those hardcore matches go to your head sometimes. hehe. Ok, well these people are old right?

Yes, so?

Josh Sutton:Old people die everyday, right?

right! Get to the point.

Josh Sutton:The woman is dead. She had a heart attack. And when the old man seen her hit the groumd, he fainted, busting his head open on the concrete floor.

No he didn’t, I hit him with a fucking bottle, Josh!

Josh Sutton:So what…were stretching the truth alittle. They are dead, who fucking cares? Noone gives a fuck about old people. People want old people to die, so they don't have to visit them in the nursing home and stuff. People deep down, really hate old people. Noone will miss them!

Sutton is right. This will work if Stan hasn’t went and already blabbed us out.

Josh Sutton:I am going to go find Stan.

Just as Sutton says that, Stan turns around the corner and walks over to them.

Josh Sutton:Nevermind

WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO STAN?!

I went to the bathroom. What’s your problem, damn.

Oh I dunno Stan, maybe I’m acting like this because I killed two people?

Josh Sutton:No you didn’t they had heart attacks remember? Shut the fuck up, that is our story from now on. Now Stevie on the count of three I want you to yell help! …..1….2….3….!

HELP!!! WE NEED AN AMBULANCE!!! HELP!!!

Immediately Ashley the waitress and the bartender run to the end of the bar. The bartender quickly rushes over to the victims and tells Ashley to call an ambulance.

What the hell happened to them?

Josh Sutton:Sir, we were sitting here at the card table, playing poker, when we heard a loud crash thunk sound behind us. Stan turned around and seen the old lady hit the ground. The old man fell soon after, probably from shock and appears to have busted my head open. I am no medic, but I think they are dead.

FUCK! Not another one. The police aren’t going to be too happy with this. Last night there was a fight and a drunken man killed his wife with a busted beer bottle. Jesus, I might get shut down for this!

Josh Sutton:We’re very sorry about this Sir.

Yeah…Well can you stay with them? I guess I’m going to shut the bar down for the night.

Josh Sutton:Sure…

**shouting** Alright everyone… There has been an accident. An ambulance is on the way. The bar is closing down early tonight because of this. Thank you for coming, and we should be open tommorow night for all you alcoholics. Tommorow night is free beer night. Each person gets one free beer when they come in!

There is a loud commotion as everyone begins to leave. You can hear the incoming sirens of the police and the ambulance services. A couple of medic wheel in some gurnies. They check pulses and give looks of concern.

Josh Sutton:Well?

Medic #1: Sorry, they have passed away.

Josh Sutton:That's so sad...**Sutton tries to hold a strait face, but cracks a slight smile when the Medic looks down at the couple again.**

Ryan McBain holds his head down in shame as the elderly couple are loaded onto the gurnies and stretchered out. The silence is broken by Josh.

Josh Sutton:Now the cops are going to want to know some information when we go out there. Just remember what i said. Stick to the story we layed out earlier and we will get out of this and they will call it an accident? Are we clear on that.

Yeah.

Yes sir.

Silence from Ryan McBain, who is still looking in sadness at the ground.

Josh Sutton:Ryan? Are we clear on that?

Oh yeah, heh. I was just, ya know, taken a moment to damn myself for killing two innocent people. Sorry i wasted your fucking time, you jackass.

Josh Sutton:No Problem. Let's go.

Smartass

Sutton, Stevie, Stan, and McBain exit the bar and walk out to the parking lot where the elderly couple have officially been pronounced dead. They start to walk to the limo when two policemen walk up to them.

Policeman #1: We understand that you four gentleman were witnesses to this. I hope you understand that since you were on hand for this "accident", you will have to come down to the station for questioning. I hope this is no inconvience to you.

Josh Sutton:No Sir Officer. We'll be happy to answer your questions.

Thank you for cooperating. Right this way gentleman. **They begin walking toward two squadcars.** Tell your limo driver to follow us down to the station.

Sutton and Stevie are to be in one car as Stan and McBain in the other. Sutton shoots a look as if saying "Don't fuck this up for us McBain" to Ryan. Ryan nods. They all get into the car and the troopers talk for a few moments before getting into their respective vehicles.

Josh Sutton:Boy, this sure does bring back memories, I haven't been in the backseat of one of these things since i was a teenager. Now i remember how much I hated it.

Boy, I hope this doesn't take long. The Bewitched marathon is on tonight, and I was really hoping to see alittle bit of it.

Josh Sutton:Stevie, look at me, are you drunk?

Why, gee, golly gosh, Josh i believe i am.

Josh Sutton:This is the last time i go anywhere with you, Stevie, hahaha.

Meanwhile, in the other car.

This has been the worst night of my life.

Ah cheer up, Ryan...

You ever had your ass beaten in the back of a police car?

no, why do you ask?

Because if you don't shut your mouth, you're going to find out and be able to give me a long description of what it feels like!

You boys settle down back there. We'll be at the station in a few minutes. I don't want to have to pull this car over and come back there now.

They arrive at the police station in complete silence. The squad car that Sutton is in, drives up right beside them. Both troopers get out and open the doors. Telling them to get out. They waste no time in heading for the station, as the four follow behind them.

Were going to be questioning you one at a time. who wants to go first?

Sutton stands up and follows both of the troopers into the soundproof room. They draw the shades and shut the door.

Have a seat, Mr.?

Josh Sutton:Sutton, Josh Sutton.

Ok well, Mr. Sutton, have a seat and we'll make this as quick as possible. You scratch our backs and we'll have you out of here and your way. Understand.

Josh Sutton:Yeah.

Did you know this couple prior to tonight's occurance, if you will.

Josh Sutton:No Sir, I did not know either of the victims.

Very Well, Ok.. Now what exactly, from your perspective, happened here tonight.

Josh Sutton:Well.. Me, and my 3 friends out there were sitting at the poker table, playing alittle cards. The couple was dancing, which they had been doing alot on the night. Next thing, i know, Stan is pale in the face and pointing over. The lady had collapsed and shortly after the elderly man, fell down and busted his head open.

Thank you Mr. Sutton. That is all we will need from you. We will be in touch if we need anything else.

Josh Sutton:Just out of curiousity, what exactly was this couple's last name?

Walsh

Josh Sutton:Thank you.

Sutton walks out of the room with a big smile across his face.

Next.

Stevie .C steps up and walks into the room.

Hello. Have a seat. I know who you are. You're my kids hero. Steven Cash, were going to make this as quick as possible. Have a seat, were just gonna ask you some questions about what happened tonight at the tavern.

Ok, shoot em.

Ok, Mr. Cash, did you know this couple prior to tonight's event?

No Sir, Not to my knowledge.

From your perpective, what happened?

From what i saw, they were dancing...And that was all i saw. Until Stan pointed out that the old lady had fallen. Then seconds later, the old man fell and cracked his head on the floor. So i yelled for help.

Thank you, Stevie. You can go now. Hey, can i get an autograph for my son?

Sure! **Signs Autograph**

Stevie leaves as they ask for the next person. Stan walks into the office.

Now, Mr. Stan, We would like to know your side of the story in this occurance that has taken place tonight.

I was there trying to get an interview with the EWWL stars, we were playing poker and then this happened. The lady fell, and shortly after the man fell and that's all i know. Can i go now?

Yes Stan, you may go. Tell Mr. McBain to come in.

Stan exits and tells McBain to go in. McBain walks in, looking a bit nervous.

Man, why you cops always sweatin me like this?

We aren't trying to "Sweat" you. We just want to know what happened.

Man...whatever..ok...I was sitting there playing cards and its like one second these old people are dancing. The minute they are on the ground, dead. That's all i know man.

Ok you can go now.

McBain exits, wiping sweat from his brow.

You can all go home now.

Sutton, McBain, Stan, and Stevie exit the station.

Well guys, i'll see you tommorow.

Later Josh...Thanks

FADE TO BLACK