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| [The past, cannot be changed....What I have accomplished in my career can never be remastered. I am an innovator to the sport, a mastermind. But I am also a monster. I love to bleed, I love to cause bleeding. I am sinister, but still yet shallow. The only way to describe it is with one word....Icon. The insanity which I bring to the table, is something only to be described as phenominal. I am not the greatest and probably never willbe. But I am Josh Sutton. The JEW 2 High Octane champion....] These thoughts run through the head of Josh Sutton as the scene begins to fade into a darkened room, the only lights visible are a few candles lit on a small table. You can hear Sutton cough, then a muffled laugh emerges through the darkness. Sutton: The boys always say it's better to sleep before a big match, I beg to differ. You see I believe you become more aware of your sorroundings, when tired. I cannot sleep, I sit here, the thoughts of my career running wild through my brain, imagining the twilights that will transpire tommorow night in front of the world, remembering what happened the last time I faced someone in a dumpster match. Wondering if I still have what it takes, perhaps the media's nitpicking has gotten to me. Their slanderous tones, claiming I don't have what it takes, I've over stayed my welcome. It's been said so much, that even I have started to believe it. I wish I could say I will definately prove them wrong, but the chances of that are growing smaller as the hours draw closer. My opponents, young, talented superstars, who know enough but not everything. That is the only place I can be sure I have them beaten. Skill, nadda, wrestlers of this generation pay big bucks to the legends to teach them. They train hard, while I sit wasting away the hours, dwelling apon the past. To them, they say the past means nothing, but I believe otherwise, the past sheds light apon the future, the wisdom you have learned in the past will guide you up the stairs of not just wrestling, but life itself. Sutton coughs again and pauses, clearing his throat and he speaks again. Sutton: People ask me when I plan to retire. I've not even began to think of that. The media is left with confusion as to why I never accept offers for tv shows or late night shows with the Jay Leno's and Conan O'Brien's, much like the new generation such as Stewart Hix and Glen Ohio. I had my spot of young stardom, when I was hungry for fame, success, money, and girls. I had it all, but what these young people realize, is it doesn't always last. After a few years, it becomes just another job, just another fucking job, that you go home and bitch to your wife about off camera. The promoters don't want you anymore, noone wants to see old men running around the ring. I know what you are saying, but Josh, you are still young, you're only 27, yea, I'm only 27, but after 10 years in this sport, of bleeding in almost every arena in the world, after listening to back and forth chants from the fans. There is nearly nothing I haven't accomplished. It hurts to stand up in the morning, it hurts to walk. There are some days when I wish I could just stay home, and say fuck wrestling. But I have to keep a good image for the fans. The fans are everything to wrestling, everyone says "Oh the fans make wrestling" and you know what I say to that? BULLSHIT! Where the hell would the fans be if there werent any wrestlers? The owners take all the credit, but what do they do, they sit in their little cubicles and sign documents all day while the workers go out and bust their asses for a lousy grand a night. The media and PTC criticize you, saying you are too violent, parents sue you because the damn kids get hurt trying to reinact the stuff we do in the ring. Sometimes, there are days when I wonder why in the hell I even broke into this business, well let me tell you something, if someone would have slapped me in the face and told me what was going to happen ten years later, I wouldn't be sitting here right now, pouring out my heart on camera. I would be working some factory job, as a broke as white kid. But I would be much more happier. You're asking, why don't you just retire? You have enough money to survive for the rest of your life. Well, No I don't, add up the food bills, supporting a family, flights, I have nothing. But that's not the issue at hand. You can hear the chair Sutton was obviously sitting in hit the wall and you see shadows moving through the room. There is a clicking sound and the lights flicker on. Sutton stands, his eyes bloodshot from no sleep with an expressionless grimace. He paces around. Sutton: Why am I talking about this? Because of the match I was asigned to. A dumpster match. The past revisited. 1994, Ontario, Canada. I took on a young independent wrestler from that area, young, filled with talent, excited about becoming a pro wrestler, much like my opponents for tommorow night, Nero and Glen Ohio. I took on this kid, exploding dumpster match. I've never been the same since, I nearly took another man's life. I can never forgive myself for what I did that night. I said earlier, I was hungry for success, money EVERYTHING THAT MEANS NOTHING IN LIFE... I paralyzed that poor kid, I paralyzed him from the shoulders down, he fell from the top of a 15 foot ladder, and smacked his back on the edge of the dumpster, all because of an accident, an accident I CAUSED ON PURPOSE! And you know what makes me sick to this day? THE fact that the fans cheered me on, and I loved every damn sick moment of it. I loved it until the natural high ran out, I loved it until I sat with that young boy's family in the hospital. I felt like giving up right there, I had even told the boy when he came to, that I was done, I couldn't afford for something like that to happen ever again. Sutton stops for a moment and picks up his half empty glass of vodka, he grabs the bottle and pours alittle more in. He swigs it down and throws the glass against the wall. Sutton: And as I looked down at that boy, a single tear ran down my eyes as he said the words that were so strong they nearly knocked the air out of me. He hoarsely said "I am paralyzed." I again repeated that I would never wrestle again. And your hero, Josh Sutton, the man you sick fans have looked up to for years, was ready to GIVE up right there. I left that hospital, suicidal thoughts running through my mind. Just when I was about to hang up the boots, I got a call, a call from my best friend to this day, Eric Ness, he told me he saw and heard what happened. He heard I was thinking of retiring. He said it wasn't my fault, he said accidents happened all of the time. He said the same thing had happened to him, but life goes on. Life goes on, what about the other person's life, I asked him and myself as well. He said something that I think about alot of every day, "Well, sometimes Josh, you can't worry about other people, sometimes it is better just to worry about yourself." And I believed him, I was young and naive. But to this day, no matter how hard I try, I cannot regret what I did to that boy. Sutton sits down, smiling grimly to himself. Sutton: You see, I cannot regret what I did to that boy. But I can regret ever giving a damn about you miserable fans. You drove me to do it, it's all your faults! Every damn one of yours! You needed a hero and you drove me to insanity....But tonight, my insanity willbe liberated. Tonight, there willbe no accidents, there willbe no insecurity. Tonight, Nero, Glen Ohio, you are stepping into the ring with a mastermind of the game. You are stepping into the ring with someone that will never die. YOU will have to kill me before I will drop this title to one of you. You will have to murder me in cold blood in the middle of that ring before I will submit and go into that dumpster. Pain will not be a benefactor in this match, for me anyway. Barbwire is my friend, and your worst enemy. Sutton: I hated to get your hopes up boys, but tommorow defeat willbe bitter and cold. And not only will I add a lose to your winning ways, but I will take three things from you. Your purity, dignity, and your pride. Tommorow, the past willbe buried, and the old becomes a new. Learn to swim boys, because tommorow when the water hits and the pain surfaces, there willbe nowhere to go but beneath the currents of the undertow. AND THAT MY FRIENDS....is the end. ~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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