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~The scene opens outside an abandoned warehouse. The wind blows outside, rattling the boards that can barely hold the structure together. Trash is scattered amongst the property. Maggots and flies swarm around what appears to be the dead carcass of a cyote. The camera man opens the door and walks in slowly, looking around. You can hear music playing somewhere in the rather large building, as the camera man inches closer, he nearly trips over the beer can covered floor. The music gets louder as he continues heading towards the back of the shelter. The cameraman walks into the room, the only light visible is six or seven candles lit. The loudness of the music is nearly deafening. He finds the light switch and flips it on. There, sitting in the corner, is a man.. Traces of scars and unhealed wounds of time can be seen apon his mask like face. He stares at the ground, scowling. And then, as if it had all fallen apart, he looks up at the cameraman with his cold steel piercing blue eyes. He looks at him with a grimace, leaving the cameraman unable to tell if he was frowning or smiling. Then...the silence is broken by the wraspy voice of the man. Man: Welcome to my lair. The house of pain. The home of terror. So many names, so little truth to that effect. My home is about to expand further into the minds of those who wish not to follow. My home will become clearly JEW. I have longed for that taste of virgin blood, so many new people. I have longed for that bitter sweet victory that I shall sustain here. All the wrestlers of JEW look on in stupidity at the person they are seeing. No, your brains haven't fooled you, It is I, The One And Only, Josh Sutton. For so many years, I have hid behind what the fans and media have wanted me to be. They have molded this mask around my face and pushed me down. And finally, no gimmicks, just results. I will no longer be held back, this is the boiling point for what will become known as the Era of Destruction. It starts here, in JEW's backyard. Only one of you are familiar with me, and that is you Machine. You think you know me, I am sure. I am sure many of you will judge me falsely, over what happened last night with Catante and my opponent for Tuesday, Angel. ~Sutton stands, staring blankly ahead. He moves around, speaking silently. Sutton: Angel, you have got to be the most unlucky person I have seen in my life. Having to step into the ring with me again? The JEW must really look down apon you. They are throwing you to the lions. What happened last night, was definately an accident, your stupidity not only caused you the match, but it costed me the match as well. That doesn't go over too well with me. You see Angel, when I have certain things taken from me unfairly, that tends to irritate me. And in my short period of time here, you have managed to do so. The beating I have planned for you, oooh, it won't be for the light hearted. It's time for a test Angel... Question 1: Do you know your opponent? Can you walk into that ring and match me in every one of the styles. Can you brawl with me, can you go toe to toe, can you take me to the mat? Know your enemy little one. Sutton: And the last question, Angel. What are three things you are going to lose after our match is over on Tuesday. Think about that for a second. Think long and hard about everything you have to lose. Dignity, Purity, and Pride. The three main things that are most devastating to lose. Angel, I guess all that's left to say is see you Tuesday, until then, sweet dreams to pleasantvile. ~Suddenly, there are footsteps heading for the room. Matt Mills steps into the entrance of the room with a camera crew behind him. Mills aproaches Sutton. Mills: Mr. Sutton, As I am sure you know, I am Matt Mills from JEW. Sutton: Oh another lame excuse of a reporter. Mills: Hey, there's no need to have an attitude, I am just here to do my job. You can understand that right? right...So last Sunday, at the pay per view, you made your debut by attacking Triple S. What's the story behind that? Sutton: Why did I attack Triple S? Sawyer likes to call himself hardcore. He is what I like to call a first class poser. He's a rich man in poor man's clothes. He tries to act hardcore, when in reality he is a weakling he gains victories by shear luck. The world watched as I layed him out, right in the middle of the ring, while surrounded by JEW's so called top talent in their worthless battle royal. That was the poorest excuse of a battle royal I have ever seen. Mills: Alot of people in the locker room aswell as the fans considered that to be a cowardly attack. Sutton: A cowardly attack? It takes a coward for it to be a cowardly attack. It takes alot of balls to come out there and do what I did. You have the gull to walk into my domain and call me a coward? Get the fuck out.. Mills: But.. Sutton: OUT NOW! NOW! ~Sutton shoves Mills into the cameraman, causing them all to fall. FADE TO BLACK |