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| The scene opens up at local bus station. The cameras zoom in as Josh Sutton tosses his stuff into the top baggage compartment about his seat. He slides into the seat and buckles up. A young boy, appearing to be from the ages of 9 to 11, walks past Sutton, but quickly turns around with a lit up face. He sits down next to Sutton. Kid: H..He..Hey are you Josh Sutton? Sutton: No. I'm afraid not, who's he? Kid: Well, he's only the greatest professional wrestler to ever live. You look alot like him. Are you sure you aren't him? Sutton smiles and shakes his head. Sutton: Sorry kid, but he sure sounds like a hell of a guy though. The boy sulks and gets up, starting to walk away. Sutton shakes his head and looks away from the camera. The boy returns, looking at Sutton's JEW t-shirt. Kid: You lied to me. Sutton: Excuse me? Kid: You lied, you are so Josh Sutton. You're wearing a JEW 2 t-shirt. Sutton: Shh... Keep it down. Alright, so I lied, I am Josh Sutton. Kid: My mom says liars are bad. Sutton: Well, you're mother sounds like a reasonably smart person. And she is right, liars are bad. Kid: MOM! Mom! Come here. I want you to meet someone. A lady, in about her early 30's makes her way over to Sutton's seat. She is obviously the boys mother. She stops beside her son and looks at Sutton. Kid: That's Josh Sutton. Mom, that's Josh Sutton! Mother: Who? Roger, didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers? Kid: Buuttt mom, he's not a stranger. Mother: No buts mister. March yourself back to our seats. Kid: Bu..Fine, alright, I'm goin, I'm goin. The kid walks off, slumping his shoulders. The mother turns back to Sutton. Sutton: That's a nice kid you got there. Mother: Wha? Oh yes, Roger, he's a good kid. Didn't mean for him to cause you any trouble. He gets over excited sometimes. Sutton: Ah, don't worry about it, I get it all the time, I'm a professional wrestler. The ladies face turns sour and she stares at Sutton coldy. Mother: Professional wrestler huh? Professional wrestling pollutes young children's minds. YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY KID! Sutton: Damn lady, take it easy. It's not like I walked up to your kid, he came to me. Mother: Argh... I hope all you professional wrestlers burn in hell for all the pollution you have put into the youth in this day and age. Attendant: Ma'am you will have to take your seat now, we are ready to leave. Mother: And another thin... Sutton: Is this going anywhere? Is this going to be something I haven't heard before, if not, can you please move your hypocritical ass back to the low class section of this bus? You know, there are some people in the world who are on a time schedule. Attendant: Ma'am, take your seat or please get off the bus. The woman walks down the rows to her son. Sutton smiles in melancholy. He sits in silence, reading through this month's issue of "JEW Juice." He comes to the Who's Hot/Who's Not column and thumbs through the not list, he stumbles apon his name and spits water allover the window. Sutton(thinking): I bet that writer is sure choking on their words now. How dare them put me in the not hot list, for christ's sake, what does a man have to do around here to get some respect. I win a battle royal, defeating 26 other guys, then go on 3 days later to beat two more guys. I guess everyone has their opinions however, and although I do not agree with them, I must acknowledge them. Hmmm, JEW has got to start getting me on chartered flights again, should be on a plane right now, but there is no way I could sit near that drunkard bastard Tommy Kane. But yet, I can understand why Kane is drinking, he's nervous about getting into the ring with me. Ah, it's all understandable. Hmmm, my consience is starting to clear, I don't have this repented anger built up, perhap... Sutton's thoughts wander elsewhere as a tall blonde attendant walks up to him, pushing a food cart. Sutton adjusts himself in his seat. Attendant: What can I get you sir? The fish plate or the pork plate? Sutton: What I want I don't think you can give me, but I guess I'll take the pork plate. The Attendant pushes a tray in front of Sutton and continues her walk down the bus, swaying her hips as she goes. Sutton wipes his brow and looks down at the plastic covered food tray. He rips open the plastic and grabs the fork on the tray. He pokes around at the meat, which seems to be extremely tough. He moves the meat portion aside and examines the rest of the food. Sutton(Thinking): And on the brosure, they called this a hearty meal. Hmmm, the damn potatoes and carrots are almost as hard as this damn pork steak. I wonder if anyone is looking. Sutton looks around over his shoulder and slowly slides open his window. He picks up the tray and dumps the dispicable food out into the open breeze. Sutton sets his tray down on the floor and slouches in the seat, frowning is discomfort. Sutton(Thinking): Maybe this sudden relief has come with getting Mini Sutton off my back. Maybe Snoops thinks he hurt me by stealing him, but I think he's done me a favor. Haha, maybe the little bastard will get Snoops distraught before our big match, then it willbe that much more easier I will gain the title. Oh but I musn't look past my "opponent" Tommy Kane. His lame brother could probably put up more of a fight than Tommy could. But I can understand Tommy's pain with the people, such hostile people in the world, like Bob Saget. The mission has been set, the goals are rendered, now all that is left to do is prove myself. The scene begins to fade as Sutton doses off to sleep. ~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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