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The scene opens in a park, just in the outskirts of Chicago, Illinois. The wind has a nice cool breeze to it, as it blows many leaves apon the grass. A man, of 6 foot plus stature steps onto the screen. The camera begins to move up from his feet and to his face. Josh Sutton stands before the world once again. He wear apon his chest the proud emblem of The JEW 2. Sutton falls back onto a park bench and looks into the camera with a wry smile spread across his lips. Sutton throws his arm over the back of the bench and looks toward the ground. He speaks. Josh Sutton: JEW 2. My new home. My final home. Welcome to destiny they said. Welcome to my hardcore house of pain I said. But most definately, fellow peers, welcome to the first day of the end of your lives. You know who I am. And if you don't, sit back, and I shall throw out a history lesson for you. You see, I am the man they call "The Extreme Icon", a name that isn't just handed out to just anyone, although i see more and more people trying to replicate it every day. I am the first and foremost, the final Icon of Extreme. But us put that behind us for now, and let's get to the story. He clears his throat and looks up into the camera. "Ten years ago, I made my break into this business, a low payed jobber, for you morons out there, that's a guy who is payed to take the fall in matches, payed to lose, payed to be classified a loser. Ten years of busting my ass, of spilling blood, sweat, and tears some might say. Through Japan, many of the top federations around the world, I found myself in a federation known as JEW. Just Electrifying Wrestling. Some of the top wrestlers in the world so they said. What a great place for a true legend of the sport to leave his mark. I entered JEW and made quite an impact. There is no doubt in my mind that if it were to have stayed open, I would have dethroned their champion...Which brings me to that man...." Sutton pauses for a second and looks down at the ground, you can hear sounds of laughter coming from him. He looks up wiping his eyes. "You see, JEW was short on talent, so they took an underpayed jobber, gave him a fancy name, and poof, here you have Seph Deamonte. A man who is known for being the most pathetic wrestler to ever step into the ring. He's all talk with just the tiniest ounce of skill. He became one of the most popular men in the world, and he almost became as big as The Extreme Icon himself. Yes, that's right, Seph, you were one of the reasons I came to JEW. With their corporate executives paying opponents to fall to you and not humilate you on national television. They even refused to give a big star as myself a match with you, because they knew Seph, they knew that I would dethrone you within a blink of a child's eye. Let's move on, but never fear Seph, my chance to step into the ring with you will come soon." "I made my debut match against some jobber by the name of Angel and Vinnie Cantante of Ideal 4 fame. Now you see, Angel, at this time was one of those who claimed to be hardcore. Which, gave me even more intention to beating some sense into him. Vinnie, was a great athlete, there willbe no denying that. There lies great respect here for all of the Ideal 4. Anyway, I'm getting off subject. Where was I? Ah yes, The three way dance. My first JEW match. A very different scenario for me. You see, for those who are historians of me, know that I am very fond of hardcore rules matches. And this one particular match, was well not. I, because of these circumstances, lost my match, but Angel, felt pain that I am sure he still feels today, as a unrelentlessly struck him with a two by four laced in barbwire. Oh it was indeed a delicate twilight. Sutton stands up and begins walking down the sidewalk. As he walks, he speaks. "I was humiliated for the first time in years. I was embarassed that I had lost a match that I had within winning in the palm of my hand. How could I have been so stupid? For months i dwelled on this situation and came to the conclusion that it was indeed a fluke. Life went on. I lived to wrestle another day, and quite well I must say, gaining more fan favorism as the days went by. The offers from the federations were piling in. The offers were getting bigger and bigger each time. The promoters blinded me with their lies of promising to make me a champion. And for the longest while, I considered retirement a key option. I began asking myself everyday as i looked into the mirror. Is it worth it any more? Will I ever rise above the rest like before? And then...just when i was about to give in to the thought of retirement... "I heard about JEW 2. The full fledged brother of the original. With even bigger stars than before, even Seph Deamonte returned. And suddenly, i felt a guilt trip over come me. I felt as if there was something I had not yet accomplished, something that I had failed to achieve. There was a hole inside, that yourned to be filled. A hole that is still wide even as i walk here speaking now. That night, in front of that sold out arena, with the fans all cheering, I lost, I let down alot of people and most of all I let down myself. That, even though I haven't admited it until now, has haunted me for some time. Sutton stops by and tree and leans against it. "And here we are in present time. JEW 2. Next week on Showdown, I was surprised to hear I am facing a jobber known as Bruce Blade. And oh my, I was double surprised to find out that he is Angel. Now, first, let me start off. There were rumors running rapid allover JEW 2 that I pissed my pants in fear. Well the rumor about me pissing my pants was indeed true, but I'm afraid it wasn't out of fear, It was out of humor. You see, I was watching his promo, and when the words 'This chair is going to get cracked over your head' came out of his mouth, I couldn't help but laugh. You see poor Blade, in the new testament of the Sutton bible it clearly states. 'Thou Shalt not feel thy chair shots' Your petty chair shots will do nothing but add fuel onto the bon fire my child. "You talk about how you love pain, how you like to feel it. Well allow me to let you in on a little secret friend, pain is the brother i never have. It's like a natural high for me. I cannot live without it. You've waited for this opprotunity for a long time, but is that really what you wanted? Ask yourself, sit down, and think of what a naughty little boy you have been. Think! I know it's hard for you, but try and think! Next tuesday, I end the book of Bruce Blade, only after the first chapter has begun. "But more importantly. Let's talk about my former compadres. Stevie .C and Grim. Two people I know better than any other two men in the world. I have travelled the world with you Stevie. I've beaten, battered, and bled you allover the world and it shall continue on here in JEW 2. You see, Stevie, we have something in common. A bond that noone here can understand. We are in bondage through pain. Pain will hold us together through everything. Nothing can seperate what we have created over the years. As for you Grim. You have been a trusty follower to Stevie. It seems he has never been able to get you out of his shadow. You are like the rat that never goes away. And you have become highly respected, rightfully so.
But for now, children. I shall say good night. Bruce Blade, next tuesday you bring the beer....And I'll bring the blood. As for the rest of you in the tournament, I'll see you when i beat you.
"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 |