[Foreword] As I left my house the other day, I drove up to the main city with thousands of thoughts racing through my head. I recalled the days when I was stuck between the world of reality and lost cause. I used this as reasoning to throw Curtis Callaway a 'life jacket'. Everyone deserves a second chance to be their best. I've had mine, and now it's his turn.
This shift in persona has been a big mistake brought upon by imbeciles and coporate parasites. Although my instance was much different than his, I can still relate. And by that relation, I felt responsible.
[Scene] The scene opens up with Josh Sutton standing in front of a desolate cement background. A cigarette hangs from his lips. He has a look brazened onto his face that could match the concrete in coldness. He takes a final drag off the cigarette then flicks it heartlessly to the ground and stamps it out.
Sutton: Bryce Stevens� Victor Blood� Everyone� They all have the wrong idea. Everyone seems to think that my advice to you, Callaway, was head games. Were they? Nay, they were not.
[Scene] Sutton draws another cigarette from his pocket and hangs it off his lips, unlit.
Sutton: The truth is, I know what�s it�s like to be lost. It�s easy to be exploited. It�s easy to be pulled into things. It�s easy to sell your soul for just a little peace at mind. Sometimes one needs another to set him back on the right path. I am the one that you need, Callaway. Whether you buy into it or not, on Wednesday, you will be made into a believer.
Sutton: There�s something inside of you that�s yearning to break free. A very something that could rock the foundation in Chaos Heat Zone. But to utilize it, you must learn to control it. Finding a way to release it will be the hard part. It could be anger� It could be coming to terms with yourself� Whatever it is, during the course of our match, we�re going to find it.
[Scene] Sutton turns and begins to walk off into the distance. After about fifty steps he turns and faces the camera.
Sutton: Callaway, I no longer look at this match as if it were lunacy. I look at it as if it were destiny. Fate is the equation that brings us together and apocalypse will be the solution. Don�t understand? That�s okay, your mind is filled with uselessness�uselessness�uselessness. Callaway, fear not, my friend. The currents are coming to set you free from the mind-rotting garbage that Team Superior have induced on you. Like it or not, on Wednesday, out comes the evil.
[Scene] Sutton pulls the pair of sunglasses over his eyes and continues his walk as the scene begins to fuzz�. More fuzz.. Even fuzzier� Black.