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| There is a loud commotion, you can hear cheers ringing through the halls. Josh Sutton, Damian Keyser, and a very disgruntled Glen Ohio round the corner. Sutton seems to be bragging about his big battle royal win just a few moments ago. Sutton: Who won the battle royal, Keyser? Who won the battle royal, who said he was gonna win it? Keyser: You Sutton, you won. Sutton: I did didn't I? YES! I did! Hey, why aren't you guys happy. Keyser: Because not all of us had this impressive night. Me and Snoops lost the tag team titles. Ohio: And as you can see, Hix stole the USA title away from me. I had him, just an inch away from victory, he stole it. He stole it I tell you. Sutton: Yes, Yes...I am sure he did. But guys, guys, I won the battle royal! Keyser: WE KNOW! We were in the match too! Sutton: Let's go celebrate guys, I'm in a celebrating mood. Keyser: No thanks.. Ohio: Yeah, we don't really feel like celebrating. Sutton: Oh come on guys, drinks on me. Keyser: Nah, that's ok. We'll take a rain check. Ohio: Yeah, drink a couple for us though. Sutton: Sure thing, party poopers. Well I'll catch you guys later. Keyser: Sure thing, by the way, congrats on the win. Ohio: Yep. Sutton: Yea, it was a good win wasn't it. Keyser: Don't push it. Sutton walks off, leaving Ohio and Keyser to talk amongst themselves. Sutton enters his dressing room, tossing the High Octane title onto a shelf. Sutton walks into his bathroom and returns moments later dressed in street clothes and a towel around his neck. He is just about to leave when there is a knock apon the door. Sutton hesitates, then opens it. Matt Mills, head interviewer of the JEW enters. Mills: Mr. Sutton, I must say, congratulations are in order, for this upmost impressive win here tonight at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. Sutton: Thanks Mills, as much as I would love to stand around and gloat about my victory, I can't, I got some plans for tonight. Mills: Oh, this won't take long. I just wanted to let you in on your match on Friday. Sutton: My match? What Match? Mills: Well, with your victory tonight, you are being forced to defend your high octane title against not one, not two, but three guys, in a fatal four way. Your opponents are Nero, the newest member of the Controlling Factor Glen Ohio, and Mafia Inc's Aleister Crowley. Sutton: You are kidding me, right? I just poured my heart and soul into JEW out there in that ring tonight. I won the chance to grasp the highest honor in the federation and this is how they reward me, a death penalty is what I am facing. What did I do to deserve this? What did I do? Aleister Crowley, Nero...I can understand that. BUT GLEN OHIO!? He's my stable mate, he's like my brother. I mean, I willbe honest, there's is not a man alive that is more worthy of getting a shot at the High Octane title than Glen Ohio, but I think this is a little much. The most dominant stable in the history of the federation forms and already the staff is trying to kill us off, they are in fear that we will takeover their precious MOM or Mafia Inc, that exactly what we are going to do. Even if it means for the good of the stable that me and Mr. Ohio have to clash heads. Mills: Aleister Crowley, how do you feel about him. Sutton: What can I say about Aleister Crowley? He's a fine athlete, he will take you to the max, he proved that to me right here tonight, he was rewarded for his efforts, but he couldn't get the job done where it most counted. And if he couldn't defeat me by simply tossing me out of the ring, what the hell makes him think he's going to pin me for the 1,2,3? Mills: And your third opponent, the man they are claiming to be the rising star not just in this federation but the whole business, Nero. Sutton: I will give credit where credit is do. The kid has talent, plenty of it. He's right up there in the mix, he looks to be in great shape. A hell of a cruiserweight champion, but is he the rising star of JEW, that's questionable. There are alot of top guys running around here, but I wouldn't be surprised to see Nero carrying the JEW 2 World strap around, when I retire that is. Mills: So even with the big task you accomplished here tonight, you feel no stress going into this match on such short notice. Sutton: You know, when I first started in this business, I never imagined being this big, it was only a dream. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous or stressed about what's going to happen in the outcome. These are three of the top guys. They can't be treated as pushovers, nor will they. I expect them to treat me as the same, I didn't just get the battle royal handed to me or the High Octane title given to me. I earned every damn thing I ever accomplished in this business. Through all the bullshit, I will prevail, believe it or not, I am however confident in my ability, and I will try my damndest to walk out on Friday with the High Octane title still in my possession, but it's going to be a long hard road out of hell, but it's a path I am willing to take. Mills: Thank you for your time, and goodluck on Friday. Sutton: Save the luck for someone who needs it. Sutton grabs his bags and pushes Matt Mills out of the way. He walks down the long corridor and disappears out the sliding doors, exiting the arena. The cameras recover him throwing his bags into the back of his trunk and getting into his Jaguar. The scene fades as he speeds off.
The scene reopens with Sutton's Jaguar pulling into a casino. Sutton enters the casino and the cameras follow him. Sutton takes a seat at the bar and awaits the bartender.
| Bartender: What can I get you sir? Sutton: Shot of Jack, leave the bottle. Bartender: Sure, coming right up sir. Sutton: Please don't call me sir. Bartender: Ok, man, here ya go. As the bartender pours Sutton a shot of Jack Daniels, two large men walk up, one about 6'6" african american and the other about two feet shorter, white. The tallest one taps Sutton on the shoulder and he turns around. Sutton: Yes, what can I do for you fellas? Man 1: You can start by showin some respect, foo'. Sutton: Excuse me? Do you know who I am? Man 1: Ya, I know who you are, you be dat sissy ass wrestler, Josh Sutton. Man 2: Haha, you sir told him Bo. Sutton: Look, I don't want any trouble, just walk away. Bo: Hey, Johnny, you hear that, he don't want any trouble. We should walk away. Tell me sucka, what the hell you gonna do if we don't walk away, you gonna get your pet wizard to wish us away? Johnny: Ya know, that Midget wasn't the only one who got a piece of your wife, Man, Bo here was just telling me all about he they got hooked up. Sutton grasps the Jack Daniels bottle tightly, with fury rising in his body. Bo: Ya B, that bitch was real good, she gave head like a mutha fucka. I ain't be trippin either ma... Before the young man can finish his sentence, Sutton jumps from his seat and pops him in the mouth with a hard right hand. The big man staggers backward and topples onto a middle aged woman. Sutton looks at the other man, Johnny. Sutton: You happy now? I came here to have a good time. Are you happy? You rained on my parade, that doesn't go over very well with me. Bartender: If you guys have a problem, take it outside. No fighting in the casino. Sutton keeps his eyes locked on Johnny. Sutton: Do we have a problem? Johnny: Yo B, we was just messin' around, we didn't expect you to take shit all serious. We figured you were used to that, we just be trying to have a good time. Sutton: I didn't ask you for a thirty minute explanation, I asked you if you had a problem. If you have no problem, then get out of my site and let me enjoy my night, do you fellas understand. Yes? Yes? Good. Johnny shakes his head yes and helps his friend up to his feet. Bo starts to pop off again but thinks twice. The two walk off and Sutton returns. The bartender is standing in front of him, with a message in hand. Bartender: Are you Josh Sutton? Sutton: Yeah, why? Bartender: Someone named Damian just called you from the Five Star hotel. Said it was urgent, if you were here to give him a call. Sutton: Where are your phones? Bartender: Right this way, sir. Sutton: Didn't I already tell you to knock that sir shit off? The Bartender leads Sutton to the lobby and shows him the phones. Sutton thanks the man, and the tender stands, with his hand out. Sutton looks at him with a confused look. The bartender walks away, shaking his head. Sutton pulls out a handful of change and tosses it into the money slot of the pay phone. Sutton: Damian Keyser's room please. Operator: One moment please. Damian: Yeah? Sutton: This is Sutton, what do you want, and this better be good. Damian: Oh man, bad news. Me and Ohio came back to the Hotel, no sign of Mini Sutton. Sutton: WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS SUPPOSED TO WATCH HIM! Damian: She was, he said he had to use the bathroom. Not her fault man. I got hotel security watching out for him. Sutton: Damnit, I'll be there in about 30 minutes. Keyser: Alright, I'm in room 293, on the second floor. Make sure you check i... Sutton hangs up the phone and runs out the casino doors. The scene fades to black with Sutton driving off quickly in his car. ~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
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