[Foreword] A tournament featuring some of RWN’s best... Wolf Hunter... Stan Stone... Vic Slater... Criminal... I raised my sword and brought it down across their skulls, one by one... I put it all on the line for a sole shot...
I spoke before of my struggles up the mountain of Revolution Wrestling Network. Now that I’ve dug my hands into the highest portion of this mountain, I can feel the feet of Derceto smashing my fingers... Grinding them under his overbearing weight... Is this pain? What of it? I’ve felt more than enough on the way up. I’m covered in blood, sweat, and fears of failure.
To fail would be to die and fall… I can’t allow myself to do that, even if there was the chance I could catch on to the rocks in the tumble.
The environment of this situation is somewhat staggering. In this world I’m the underdog... I’m the man that has to overcome all the obstacles... Something I’m not used to. Now that Derceto has unified the RWN and Chaos Heat Zone titles, his ego complex is Godly.
But as history has taught, even God complexes and massive monuments fall.
I’ve made the great compromise to get here... The tree of fortune sits at the top, and I’m inches away from the main line.
[Prologue] The scene is like that of an old black and white movie. Leaves dance across the screen as if being manipulated by strings. In truth, a zephyr manuevers them skillfully. The screen becomes fuzzy... It's hard to make out objects. After several seconds the resolution becomes clear. Josh Sutton stands in front of the world, a dragon-head cane held to the ground, gripped in his palm. He strokes the head of the dragon, looking down at it with a gleam in his eyes. Sutton flings the cane into the air, catching it in the middle and bringing the dragon's head to eye-level. Sutton shines a devilish smirk as the dragon head speaks
My... How far we've made it.
Sutton: It's quite a feat, no?
Indeed... But I have to be honest with you. I'm surprised by the time length it took for us to get here.
Sutton: Nevermind the past. We're here now, and it's time to make the best of it.
Since when did you possess optimism?
Sutton: Optimism? I know no such word. I do however know realism.
Touché.
Sutton: And what reality tells me is that destiny demands my victory. Derceto rides into this with a shoulder-load of momentum. So much that he's nearly top heavy. I haven't decided on a course of action yet. Should I stroke his ego? Lead him into a false sense of security, and then snatch victory from his tight grasp? Or perhaps just take the fight to him, cripple his defenses, and take it all away? Choices... Choices... Choices...
They've always been a problem for you.
Sutton: That they have, but there seems to be no wrong choice in this situation. You've shown me the path that lies ahead. I've seen great showers of praise... The fans on their feet, both in glee and utter disbelief. Disbelief that a man such as myself could dethrone RWN's juggernaut.
The first martyr for the new cause, eh?
Sutton: The first of many....
[Scene] Creak... Silence... Creak... The scene bleeds in on a porch. A very finely decorated porch to be more precise. The camera turns to the swing as if to expect someone to be sitting upon it. Nothing... A cough fills the void of sound. The cameras pan in on Josh Sutton sitting at the side on the stone steps of the support. He is, as usual, smoking a cigarette.
Sutton: Do you recognize me, Derceto? I represent every man you've ever misfortuned... Every man you've ever doubted.
[Scene] Sutton rises to his feet, pacing once across the length of the porch. The camera follows.
Sutton: I know your type. You're distant from others... You enjoy quiet time and speak only when necessary. Those around you claim you're mysterious. But I see through all of that, Derceto. I see through the smoke clouds of bullshit. I see the real you. You're a scared, bitter little man hiding behind dark words and even darker shadows. It strikes me as odd how you even managed to get here, even more so how you managed to capture the Chaos Heat Zone World title.
[Scene] Sutton tosses the dead cigarette over the side, returning his attention to the lens of the camera. There's a look of seriousness about him for a change. No smile... No sarcasm in his eyes.
Sutton: From the first day I stepped into the CHZ, I've watched you. Time after time you failed, Derceto... And I have to admit, I was astonished when you were granted several more chances. Someone above or below must have had faith in you. Not me, I always seen you for what you truly are... A selfish bastard. You've held the spotlight for so long that you've actually began to show a color of skin other than white.
[Scene] Sutton cracks a brief smirk for the first time.
Sutton: But in all seriousness, I've been laying in wait. I've sat back, and waited for an opportunity. It arose at Genesis when you obtained that RWN title. I knew right then what had to be done. So I entered into a tournament, you know the story, we all do. I won it... Guess what? I'm here Derceto. And there's no where you can run... There's no where to hide and there's damn sure NO way to escape the inevitable.
[Scene] Sutton sits down on the swing, his knee propped up. He pulls out another cigarette and lodges it in the corner of his mouth.
Sutton: In two week's time you're going to hear a noise. After a while you're realize that it's a knock... A knock on your front door... You'll know who or what it is before you even answer it. But do me a favor... Muster up the courage and open it... Because you have to face reality, before reality runs over you...
[Scene] Sutton pulls out a zippo and cups it in his hands around the cigarette. He fights the wind, lighting it then replaces the zippo into his jeans pocket.
Sutton: Do yourself a favor, Derceto. Having a living funeral... Talk to some old friends... Spend time with family... Have your dad or someone close write up a eulogy... Because at ReVolt, I'm sending you six feet under... and there's no coming back... How's that for compromise?
[Scene] Sutton smiles dubiously before exhaling a wall of smoke. The scene fades out and then to black.