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The scene opens up in pitch black darkness. You can hear somewhat of a creaking noise nearby. Suddenly, a porch light clicks on and we see that it was a porch swing making the noises. Apon that porch swing is Josh Sutton. He waves his hand, motioning us to come atop the porch. As we move up the steps, Sutton stares coldly at us with his steel piercing ice blue eyes. Sutton: Sit, Sit. The door to the house opens and Josh's wife/valet Ashley walks out with what appears to be three cups of coffee. She hands them to the camera crew and Sutton. Sutton takes a sip of the coffee as the camera crew look at him dumbfounded. Cameraman 1: Uh, sorry to interrupt you Josh, but is there some reason why you drug us out of bed at 2 in the morning? Sutton: Ah, yes... Cameraman 2: Well? Sutton: Well what? Cameraman 2: Why are we here? Sutton: Oh...right...I couldn't sleep. I took a long nap while watching Little Great One's little promo and haven't been able to sleep since then. I thought now was the best time to cut one of my own. Cameraman 1: In the middle of the night? Sutton: Sure, why not? Cameraman 2: Ok, whatever, but can we make this quick. I'd like to get another hour or so of sleep this morning before I have to go into the office. Sutton: If you would quit flapping your gums and let me finish, we would get done sooner. They sit quiet for a moment. Sutton takes another sip of the steaming coffee, which can be seen rolling off through the poorly lit night sky. Sutton begins to speak. "Only four more days, Seph, only four more days. Four days until we both walk down the aisle, with the ignorant fans of the JEW screaming at the top of their voice. Only four days until we step into the ring, toe to toe, facing eachother. Seph, You have no idea how long I have waited for this opprotunity. As i said before, you were my main reason for joining the original JEW. I'm hunting you Seph, i yourn to spill your blood allover the arena Tuesday. It is what I have dreampth of since my arrival. Sutton pauses for a brief moment, sighing then returning to his lecture like speech. "You see Seph, I have watched you for some time. Even before I lusted of the beatings that would come to you. One problem I have always had with you, is that you've always cared about what the fans thought of you. Of what the fans would think if you done this or if you done that. What would they think Seph? Huh!? Tell me? "Have you been studying Seph? Have you grown weary yet of what you are facing? Have you realised I am but not a man but rather that of a god? You are stepping into the ring with the master of the extreme nature. Let me ask you this Seph, What will your poor fans think when i bleed you from your head to your toes and bestow it apon them? Would they laugh? Would they cry? Would they remain silent as your beating insued? Let me answer that for you Seph. Fans care not what happens to you, but instead enjoy the beatings we wrestlers endure every single fu-king night! They enjoy it. "And that's what you want to work for? Their appreciation. They are caniving. They are blood sucking leeches and you believe they love you. Tsk-Tsk-Tsk Seph. The bell's about to ring and school is in session. Where are your books, where is your pencil? Where are you priorities set?! Do you have any? Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock. Time is ticking away Seph. Sutton looks over at the camera crew, one of them has fell asleep on the job. Sutton stands up and shoves him off the steep ledge of his porch. All you can hear is the deep groan as he seemingly falls through thorn bushes, which broke his fall. Sutton looks to the other cameraman through the darkness. "Now I said earlier, I had taken a nap when watching the Little Great One's promo. Oh but not before I listened to the bullshit he had to say about me. "You really think you know me? You doubt my ability, then fall deep in your tracks by peddaling backward. Which is it boy? Am i good, am i bad, either way I'm better than you. "You act as if you are something to be scared of. You want to get in the game with the big dogs? What a better way to elevate yourself than to try and get into the ring with JEW's undeniable best, me, Josh Sutton. "And it seemed like only yesterday TLGO that you were jobbing to guys like Thug RoC, which you openly flamed in your promo. What was the signifigance of that? Your digging a hole that is unbearable to climb out of. You might have made the single most stupid mistake of your life, though I wouldn't count on it because I don't know you personally. You challenge me, not only to a match, but a loser leaves JEW match? Let me think about this for a second. Sutton sit in the shadows with the swing rocking back and forth. "Loser leaves JEW match? Let's put that aside for a second. Little Gay One, yes, that name suits you better. LGO, let's forget you said anything about me for a second, you insulted members of nGs, Tommy Kane and Billy Dreamer. How stupid are you? Next Generation Superstars can and most likely will buy and sell your ass! "But to the Loser Leaves JEW match. Is that really what you want? Think. A flashlight clicks on and Sutton holds it up to his face. "Look into these eyes Gay One, and tell me, with the sweat running down your forehead that you want to get in the ring with me. Tell me that you aren't scared of death. Tell me you fear nothing. Lies...All Lies...You fill yourself up with the shit that the world feeds you and then spew it back out with the smoldering lies that you call the truth. The answer lies within you Great One, I think you already know my answer. And if you can't figure it out, that's a yes...but... "We aren't doing this your way Great One. It's on my time, on my terms and on my grounds. We're gonna go at it in what I like to call Chicago's Chamber of Extreme. When you accept, you will get the list of rules. Turn about of a fair game, eh Great One." The flashlight flicks off. The porch swing stops creaking and there are footsteps on the porch. "Seph Deamonte...Tuesday...You bring the beer, I'll bring the blood....AND THAT MY FRIENDS IS THE... The scene starts to fade. 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 |