Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 3, 2017 21:59:35 GMT
Scene opens up inside what appears to be a basement. One built from stone. The lighting isn’t very good but what we do see is a old wooden bench up against a stone wall. A single drop light bulb lead hangs from the floor joists.
Sutton, rocking his Wranglers, CAT Work Boots that are untied and a plain white Tee with a red and white flannel over that carrying the NAW Horizon Championship steps up to the bench. He folds the end of the strap in on itself and places the belt on the one end of the bench. He turns and faces the camera that he set up and takes a seat next to it.
Sutton shakes his head.
He sighs.
He reaches in his back pocket and slides out his can of chew.
Skoal wintergreen long cut.
Taps the top of the can a couple of times and then pops the top off.
He takes a pinch and pulls on his bottom lip.
Stuffs his lip and snaps the lid back on his can and sets it next to his championship belt.
“So Ima thinin’ that clowns were asking to much?” Sutton says with a touch of “Like really?” in his voice.
“This here match that we’re book in for Friday night is for this, the NAW Horizon championship and all you got to say about it is….”
Sutton reaches in his shirt pocket on his flannel and pulls out a piece of paper. He unfolds it and reads it.
“You know after what I could only imagine was one hell of a party up in your castle and all and doing something to some old guy was, and I quote: You are merely flesh and bone, you are incapable of defeating me. The title you know hold dear is the instrument of your demise. Sorry, Imminent demise for I desire to possess that title and when I desire something, there is no level of evil I will not go through to possess it. There is a dark cloud over you and it’s me.”
Eye rolls.
“You will merely...the latest to meet your demise at my hands….”
Sutton sighs and crumbles up the paper with Jack’s words on it and tosses it towards the camera.
“End quote. Firstly...The only dark cloud that is over me is a nice fresh mason jar full of apple pie. That is my kryptonite.”
Sutton smirks and shrugs.
“That and what’s under Lilly Mae’s dress. Both will bring me to my knees cuz I know both are going to taste great and leave me feeling fucking awesome. Secondly Jack, This right here.”
Sutton points with his thumb at the belt.
“Is anything but the so called instrument of my demise. This right here, is the instrument of my domination over the NAW. No one is this joint has been able to defeat me and here is a secret for you because you strike me as the type of guy who loves secrets.”
Sutton leans towards the camera.
“You ain’t the guy who’s going to beat me let alone take this from me. This belt is staying right here, at my side.”
Leans back.
“Call it me just being cocky or me just knowing that I’m pretty sure I can beat a cosplayer but that little fantasy you life in, in which you lurk around being all dark and moody….as a matter of fact I had a ex like that. Man I was so happy when I dumped her fat ass. This stick of yours, it’s going to do nothing for you when you are faced with the prospect of getting in that ring against a real professional. Not a bunch of half ass wannabes you crushed at Holiday Fear. There is a reason that I am the Horizon Champion and it has more to do with the fact that there hasn’t been one guy in the NAW who has been able to push me let alone pin me. To say that it has been a cake walk….”
Sutton lowers his head and spits. Hmmm ‘bacca juice all over someone’s basement floor. Now that’s evil.
“Well it has been a cake walk. Shit no need to sugar coat it. Lilly Mae puts up more a fight than you do and ever will. In fact I think Lilly Mae should face me for the belt instead of you. You’re nothing. A no one with no clue what is going on. Here you are, just days away from a legit shot at Championship gold and you’re busy trying to be something from Penny Dreadful.”
Sutton scoops up his belt and stands up. He flings it over shoulder.
“Jack Jeckel will end up next to other names on the wall of guys who pretend to pro wrestlers and found out the hard way that when they stepped up to Sutton, They just get knocked down and put in their places and forgotten about. That is what you should fear Jack when I defeat you, you suddenly become expendable and no one cares about you and those parties of yours. In the meantime.”
Sutton glances at the belt on his shoulder.
“This right here…..will remain.”
Sutton slides the belt from his shoulder and holds it in front of him and right in front of the camera lens filling the picture with the faceplate of the Horizon championship.
“Mine.”
Fade out.
Sutton, rocking his Wranglers, CAT Work Boots that are untied and a plain white Tee with a red and white flannel over that carrying the NAW Horizon Championship steps up to the bench. He folds the end of the strap in on itself and places the belt on the one end of the bench. He turns and faces the camera that he set up and takes a seat next to it.
Sutton shakes his head.
He sighs.
He reaches in his back pocket and slides out his can of chew.
Skoal wintergreen long cut.
Taps the top of the can a couple of times and then pops the top off.
He takes a pinch and pulls on his bottom lip.
Stuffs his lip and snaps the lid back on his can and sets it next to his championship belt.
“So Ima thinin’ that clowns were asking to much?” Sutton says with a touch of “Like really?” in his voice.
“This here match that we’re book in for Friday night is for this, the NAW Horizon championship and all you got to say about it is….”
Sutton reaches in his shirt pocket on his flannel and pulls out a piece of paper. He unfolds it and reads it.
“You know after what I could only imagine was one hell of a party up in your castle and all and doing something to some old guy was, and I quote: You are merely flesh and bone, you are incapable of defeating me. The title you know hold dear is the instrument of your demise. Sorry, Imminent demise for I desire to possess that title and when I desire something, there is no level of evil I will not go through to possess it. There is a dark cloud over you and it’s me.”
Eye rolls.
“You will merely...the latest to meet your demise at my hands….”
Sutton sighs and crumbles up the paper with Jack’s words on it and tosses it towards the camera.
“End quote. Firstly...The only dark cloud that is over me is a nice fresh mason jar full of apple pie. That is my kryptonite.”
Sutton smirks and shrugs.
“That and what’s under Lilly Mae’s dress. Both will bring me to my knees cuz I know both are going to taste great and leave me feeling fucking awesome. Secondly Jack, This right here.”
Sutton points with his thumb at the belt.
“Is anything but the so called instrument of my demise. This right here, is the instrument of my domination over the NAW. No one is this joint has been able to defeat me and here is a secret for you because you strike me as the type of guy who loves secrets.”
Sutton leans towards the camera.
“You ain’t the guy who’s going to beat me let alone take this from me. This belt is staying right here, at my side.”
Leans back.
“Call it me just being cocky or me just knowing that I’m pretty sure I can beat a cosplayer but that little fantasy you life in, in which you lurk around being all dark and moody….as a matter of fact I had a ex like that. Man I was so happy when I dumped her fat ass. This stick of yours, it’s going to do nothing for you when you are faced with the prospect of getting in that ring against a real professional. Not a bunch of half ass wannabes you crushed at Holiday Fear. There is a reason that I am the Horizon Champion and it has more to do with the fact that there hasn’t been one guy in the NAW who has been able to push me let alone pin me. To say that it has been a cake walk….”
Sutton lowers his head and spits. Hmmm ‘bacca juice all over someone’s basement floor. Now that’s evil.
“Well it has been a cake walk. Shit no need to sugar coat it. Lilly Mae puts up more a fight than you do and ever will. In fact I think Lilly Mae should face me for the belt instead of you. You’re nothing. A no one with no clue what is going on. Here you are, just days away from a legit shot at Championship gold and you’re busy trying to be something from Penny Dreadful.”
Sutton scoops up his belt and stands up. He flings it over shoulder.
“Jack Jeckel will end up next to other names on the wall of guys who pretend to pro wrestlers and found out the hard way that when they stepped up to Sutton, They just get knocked down and put in their places and forgotten about. That is what you should fear Jack when I defeat you, you suddenly become expendable and no one cares about you and those parties of yours. In the meantime.”
Sutton glances at the belt on his shoulder.
“This right here…..will remain.”
Sutton slides the belt from his shoulder and holds it in front of him and right in front of the camera lens filling the picture with the faceplate of the Horizon championship.
“Mine.”
Fade out.