[Scene] A loud, relieving 'aaahhh' sound brings us full circle into the scene. It's heavily decorated, almost forrest-like. The camera tredges along, spotting a figure behind a bush, humming to himself. A few long seconds pass and you hear another 'aahh'. This time it's accompanied by a shake and a zip. Josh Sutton emerges from behind the bushes wearing a smug smile. He clears his throat and strokes his goatee as he begins another sermon.
Sutton: Now that's what I call 'nature in motion'. Just one of the many ways I give back when need be done...
[Scene] Sutton lets off a sarcastic laugh, finally darting his blackened eyes into the camera with a profound seriousness.
Sutton: Everything's the same... It's another week... Another match.... The only thing that's changed is the banner in which I reside under. No longer do I stand under the flagstaff of Matt Helms and the CHZ alumni... No, no... I've somehow wandered into this hogwash sweatshop known as Xtreme Wrestling Federation... That's right... The RWN champion lowering his standards... Go figure...
Sutton: But let's get one thing straight... I didn't enter into this domain to make friends... I didn't come for the alcoholic environment. I didn't come to wade through mediocre undercard talent such as the likes that has been burdened upon me this week. I came for one reason...
[Scene] Sutton eyes blink faintly then he stares coldly into the lens, as if eyeing those he'd just persecuted.
Sutton: One reason only... The XWF World championship... Adam Law's newly won 'pride-and-joy'. In CHZ I knew I'd never be given the opprotunity... I knew I'd never exceed past upper-midcard status due to the pecking order in the corporate system. I was 'too hardcore' for the CHZ... I was too 'unbalanced' for the CHZ... But XWF... That's a whole different story.. Hell, that's a whole different genre.
Sutton: It comes down to this... I need that title... I have to have that title... And soon... Very, very soon... It will find a heartfelt home around my neglected waist.
[Scene] Sutton begins walking toward the camera.
Sutton: The conquest begins this week... The first victim has been drawn up like an unlucky lethal lottery... The Riot... Heh... Just one of the many bricks piled up in the way of clarity. No matter... Riot... This week... You bring the beer and I'll bring the blood...
Sutton: When the water hits and the pain surfaces... There will be no where for you to go, but beneath the tainted currents of my undertow... And that my friends...
[Scene] Sutton approaches until only his torso is viewable. He drops down to his knees, looking inward yet again.
Sutton: The End...
[Scene] A wry smile spreads over the sadistic man's lips as we begin to fade into the trees.... Fading.... Fading.... A still yet... Black