[Foreword] Fame doesn't come without consequence. That's a lesson I've learned all too well as of late. Since my RWN title win over Derecto months ago I've carried the cross, so to speak. I've listened to undercard trash spout their incessant propaganda... I've heard contenders plague me with hex threats. I've delt with the rumors of a title curse... But none of them were able to get under my skin... That is... until now.
Sean Hunter... A self proclaimed 'perfectionist'. It started with light pricks at my outer-core. Simple cheap shots at my name around his peers. I'd hear about it and take no heed. It bothered me not, I'd grown accustom to it.
But soon it went past good 'fun' and delved deep into the realms of 'cat and mouse'. He began taking lashes at me with a proverbial 'whip'. With each shot the leather dug deeper into my flesh until all was exposed. He couldn't leave well enough alone. Right Sean?
[Scene] Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack... The void of sound is filled with clatter. The scene focuses in on a crew quickly assembling the ring. The apron tarps read 'XWF' on the North and South sides, and 'Eve of Xtreme' on the East and West. The camera pans around through the darkened nose bleed sections of the arena, then downward. The scene focuses in on Josh Sutton sitting three rows from ringside with Victor Blood at his side. They seem to be deep in conversation, unbeknownst to the camera watching them. The cameras move toward and center in on them.
Sutton: Today's youth, especially in wrestling, have lost grip with hard work. No one wants to climb their way to the top anymore. They simply want to jump on another's back and take the elevator.
Blood: I agree, sad times we live in.
Sutton: Sean Hunter walks into the RWN, spewing shit as if he had a PA system strapped to his voice box. I don't get it. I mean, I do, but I don't completely understand it. Yeah, I'm the RWN champion. Yeah, I'm expected to be a target. But I feel defiled to be facing such an arrogant, green asshole like Hunter.
Blood: You present and argue a good case, m'boy. But you're just as much at fault.
Sutton: How so?
Blood: Eh, you accepted his challenge.
Sutton: What can I say? I stride to provide quality entertainment...
[Scene] Sutton gives off a dry smirk, reaching down and grasping a bottle of spring water. Sutton takes a long drink as the cameras focus in on Victor.
Blood: Hunter isn't a bad worker, you know.
Sutton: He's green.
Blood: He's had some outstanding matches in World Wide Wrestling. His outings with Sean Chandler were superb.
Sutton: He's green.
Blood: But come now, surely you won't deny that he could be a formidable opponent?
Sutton: He's green, Vic. The kid is just another troll.
[Scene] Sutton takes another long sip of water, collecting his thoughts. There's a loud creak as the crew drop the ring back to the floor in its complete form. Several are already about the apron, tying the ropes into the corners.
Sutton: Hunter could have saved himself a lot of trouble by simply challenging me. Instead he chose to tread in the ways of belittlement... Though small, pathetic attempts they were, it all still managed to seep an inch below the hairline. Now he's backed himself into a whole different scenario.
[Scene] Sutton drops his head, laughing to himself.
Sutton: He's talked himself into a dangerous situation, and he's still laughing as if this were a game. Sean Hunter, THIS is no fucking game.
[Scene] Sutton reveals his left hand to the camera. It's laced with cloth and tape. A hard form resin glue soaks the top with several layers of crystal-like glass on the surface. Sutton stares into the camera with a calm euphoria and within the blink of an eye, his hand swipes across his own forehead. A small cut opens up, trickling a dismal stream of blood. It drips into Sutton's right eye, giving his pupil the sick Norman Bates effect.
Sutton: This is REAL! The blood is REAL! The only difference is, in two days, it will be YOUR blood on my face... YOUR blood on my hands... YOUR blood on the tip of my tongue and lips.
[Scene] Victor slowly pads a towel over the open wound of Sutton, smothering it. As he pulls away, the camera catches a glimpse of the crimson towel. Shooting back to Sutton, he stares with a gleam of malice.
Sutton: Life is a journey, but unfortunately for you Hunter, you've stumbled down the wrong fucking path. Your travels stop here... At the end of the road I stand... A man that spent the early portions of his career right here in this very arena putting away hacks like you for nickels and dimes... Seven years later... Millions of dollars later... I'm back at phase one... Irony at its finest.
Sutton: In the outcome of this match, only three things are for certain, Mr. Hunter. I'll walk out with my hand raised in victory... As for you... You'll leave the ring with my boot in your ass and your face full of glass. Guess you should have watched where you were wandering, eh?
[Scene] Sutton smirks again as Victor pats him on the back. The cameras slowly pan out, furthering themselves away. The scene fades to a promo shot for Eve of Xtreme featuring the 'Chaos Cage' match.