[Foreword] The tour of Japan has come to a close, and I feel as though I�ve left an impact on its people, one that�s positive and will keep them satiated until I surface there yet again. However, while other CHZ talent are enjoying the rest of their break, it�s deep into the heart of Texas for me. You see, every year or so I venture over to work a show or two for my mentor, Victor Blood. He runs a small-based blood and guts federation called Crimson Mask Wrestling. I�ve just arrived in Dallas after a twenty-some-odd hour flight that I�d like to forget.
I was here to wrestle and pay homage to the man that broke me into the business, but I was here for reasons of my own as well� It was time to go back to the basics.. Back to the routes that brought me success. I needed a favor, and Vic was the man to grant it.
[Scene] The scene opens with Josh Sutton walking down a sidewalk. He looks to be extremely jet-lagged and is sweating profusely, obviously not used to the warmth this time of year. He pulls a sleek silver gate open and steps through, walking up a small sidewalk to a modestly priced home. His mentor, Victor Blood meets him at the door with a handshake and slight hug. The cameras follow Sutton and Blood into his humble abode. The scene changes to a fancy old-fashioned living room where Sutton and Blood sit across from each other, sharing stories from the past.
Victor Blood: Hmm... I'm led to believe that there is more to this visit than working for me.
[Scene] Sutton nods solemnly, sitting up from his slouching position and looking into the eyes of his mentor.
Sutton: It's time to assemble the old team.
Blood: Wow, I don't know Josh.
Sutton: What do you mean?
Blood: It's just, you really 'Pearl Harbored' me with this Josh. I have a promotion and boys of my own to worry about now. I mean, why, why now? Why not further down the line.
[Scene] Sutton shrugs and lets out a slight laugh, smirking at Victor.
Blood: From what I've seen you're doing quite well on your own. You don't need me...
Sutton: You know, you're right. I don't need just you. I need 'him' as well...
Blood No.. No you don't mean...
[Scene] Sutton nods with a certain gleam of euphoria in his eyes. Blood shakes his head in disbelief as Sutton chants the words, almost as if it were in slow motion.
Sutton: Vic, it's time to make that call. The call to Fearinhell...
[Scene] To Be Continued...