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"You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken...Too much, too far, too late to lie down now...I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections...It's all I have left...There's no other choice....I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now...But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked....I'm naked and fearless...But I'm dead inside...You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive..."
[The scene opens up in a library...an old, antique library...Traces of dust and thickened cobwebs can be seen apon the shelves. The camera zooms in and focuses, through the dim lighting of the room, a small candle lit table can be seen, we move closer and a figure sits behind the table...As we move in closer, the face becomes more familiar...Josh Sutton....a name that has filled many hearts with hatred, but a bewildering amount of respect as well. The camera man approaches loudly, the sound of his shoes echoing in the hollow room.] Camera Man: Mr. Sutto... Sutton: ssshhh...(Sutton brings his finger to his lips, followed by a shake of his head and remands his eyes back to his book, opened on his lap) Camera Man: But...I was told you wanted tv tim.. Sutton: Patience young man. Patience, essential to your belonging. Have a seat...allow me time, I am just about finished. Camera Man: Alright... "My Compassion is broken...My will eroded...My passionate stolen and I feel so ugly inside...I'm on my knees...Your pissing and moaning are the fuel that has set my very existance on fire...I'm down...looking up to see the enemy...that enemy is you...I have swallowed the poison that you fed me...But I somehow survive on it...It leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, and weakness fed....Dead inside..." [The scraping of a chair on the floor breaks Sutton's concentration on the book he's reading. Sutton looks up, no long in his tranquil state, but rather this time in a state of annoyance. He tosses the book onto the side of the table and puts his elbows down apon the table, looking across to the camera.] Sutton: Well, here we are Assassin, at that same vanishing point, at that very same cross road that we stood apon when we faced previously. The prestigious honor of a Global title within our grasp. As a follower of history, I believe it to be only fair that the story be told...You see Assassin, I remember, just as I am sure you remember, A year ago...All Star Wrestling Assassin, we stood toe to toe, I defeated you, shattering your dreams of becoming a Global champion. Not on one occassion, but two? Yes two ocassions. [Sutton stands up and pushes the chair away from him and begins to pace back and forth with his hands behind his back. Sutton: Assassin...I will not deny, you have evolved into quite the wrestler, no longer are you a shadow, you are your own person. Evolution isn't a one person process, oh believe me. Before, I was narrow minded. Now, I use my intelligence to it's full intent, to my advantage. Assassin I will use your weaknesses against you, I will not allow you the opprotunity to destroy me. My tolerance for you is growing weary as the days march closer. Sutton: This isn't just about titles. This is about respect. You have long forgotten the lessons which I taught you, that they taught you. I have been called apon, to be your prosecutor...to be your judge...and judgement for the defendant, well Assassin, to put it plainly shall be bitter. Never have I been so serious, never have I been so determined. Yet never have I been so worried. Sutton: I'm worried...not about defeat, defeat comes to every respectable man. Worried that I will have to destroy myself in order to destroy you. I must set the boundaries of pain up, they must be maximized to their full proportions. [Sutton lifts the book off the table once again and holds it in the palm of his hand.] Sutton: The teachings of Maynard James Keenan...not a god, but the god. He has taught me, not to hate those who you despise, but to love them, to pity them. So Assassin, I shall do just that. Consider the beating I am going to give you tough love. When you are beaten, battered, and humiliated in the middle of the ring, as I stand above you, arms extended and the Global title hanging in my balance, remember it was my love for you. Camera Man: But...I thought this was supposed to be a segment about your alliance with Dallas Sinclair... Sutton: Speak when spoken to. This is my time, my patience for you are running out. But with what tolerance I have left, My alliance with Sinclair is simply about hatred. I have never met a man who has the same amount of despise for Assassin as I have, until the meeting I had with Sinclair. Once Assassin is out the way, for good, we shall split apart into two unequal halves once again. Sutton: Assassin, bring it all to the table. Feed my need for punishment, kill this undeniable greedful hunger. I'm asking, I'm daring, I'm begging. Prepare, because Saturday, when the water hits and the pain surfaces, there willbe nowhere for you to go but beneath the currents of my undertow...And that my friends...is the end. Sutton closes the book and picks up the candle. He holds it tight and blows it out as we begin to... ~FADE TO BLACK
| "To women, I am like a drug....They can't get enough of me. Men envy what I have while their children look up to me as their hero." - Josh Sutton |