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December 7th, 2019
Raleigh, NC
Off Camera
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In the dim light that
oozes through a narrow gap lies the alleyway. It's the underworld of any town:
gloomy and unpleasant. The vines that crawl up window sills and the crumbling
plaster that envelopes the old stone bricks appear romantic at first but become
daunting as the sun sets behind the skyline of chimneys. Darkness is lurking in
every corner inside the labyrinth of narrow passages and dead ends. Litter is
dumped on the street and birds nest amongst the sprawling rot. Most
wouldn’t be caught dead here; it is as unpleasant as one can imagine, but for
“The Assassin” Clyde Sutter, this is where he feels most at home.
Sutter is an enigma
in many ways. His trainers back in England never understood him and
perhaps that is why he was kicked out of the school? His own agent, Mason
Van Stanton, is at least trying to understand him but even he fails to grasp
the reality in which Clyde lives. Mason attempts to lavish Sutter with a
gorgeous, luxurious apartment in Raleigh with all of the comforts anyone could
ask for and then some. The Assassin finds it boring. He finds the life of luxury that Mason is
trying to force upon him to be dull.
He isn’t the only
one. Sutter walks side by side with his newfound blonde haired friend,
Anna Davis, down these dark and dirty streets of Raleigh, North Carolina.
Sutter met this beautiful woman early November at a party he was forced to
attend by Mason Van Stanton. Meeting
Anna was the only good part about the entirety of that party, because Sutter
detests and despises all of the types of individuals in attendance at the
lavish party; fakes, frauds, the rich and wealthy who do not care about the
less fortunate.
The truth is, Anna
Davis probably doesn’t know much about the plight of the less fortunate
either. She probably doesn’t know a damn thing about the kinds of
situations Clyde Sutter has had to deal with just to get to where he is.
Unlike her peers, though, she seems genuinely interested in learning what life
is like from the “other side of the tracks” so to speak. While at the
party, Ms. Davis told Clyde that she found her life to be quite boring, dull,
and she wants to see a more exciting life.
Sutter certainly
seems to be enjoying himself, but not as much as Anna who has an ear to ear
grin that will have to be surgically replaced at the end of the day. “This
is so amazing!” The blonde exclaims, looking from side to side at the
garbage that litters the streets in the alleyway. She points up at the
sky, at the brilliantly bright moon shining overhead. “And that moon is
beautiful…”
“I guess.”
“You guess?” She urges him to look upwards.
Sutter does so and shrugs his shoulders. “Just look at that moon!”
“Eh, to each their
own.”
Sutter just smirks,
staring across at his blonde friend who squeezes his arm tightly. “The
sky is beautiful and that moon is beautiful but more than anything else it is
REAL! You know what I mean? It is
REAL, so totally UNLIKE the fake crap that my parents shove in my direction.”
“You are a very
special girl, Anna.”
Sutter says with a chuckle. “Your parents shove luxury vehicles your way,
fancy condos, anything and everything gold and sparkly, but you call it crap?”
“Oh don’t get me
wrong. That stuff is nice but it doesn’t compare to all of this!” Anna Davis spins around three hundred
sixty degrees before running in with a hug. “This is all natural and nothing
beats natural! Thanks for introducing me to this, Clyde!”
Clyde has been
enjoying himself and his life lately, this is despite the slow start to his
professional wrestling career. As far as Sutter is concerned, he is
grateful to even be a wrestler in the first place. Wrestling is the one thing he knew he could
do and do well because it involved the one thing he does better than anyone
else; hurting people. The Braddock family, Glory in particular, never
understood it nor did they understand him, so they tried to hold him back, just
as society in general tried to hold him back.
Thanks to Mason Van Stanton, he is no longer held back from doing what
he wants to do. Yet even Van Stanton tries to restrain him. Even Van Stanton places rules and regulations
upon Clyde and that is one thing he detests just as much as the wealthy and
privileged individuals he was forced to mingle with last month;
regulations. Sutter the idea of anyone
trying to tell him what to do and that includes his agent. Van Stanton
told Clyde to stay away from girls like Anna, but if he wants Anna he will have
her.
“You like all this?” Sutter asks with a somewhat surprised
look upon his face. “I mean, it’s great and all, but shit, there’s so
much more than this.”
“More than this?!” Anna asks with an excited tone, her
face lighting up like a child in a candy store or a kid on Christmas Day.
“Damn right.
This is just scratching the surface. In fact,” Sutter looks at his watch and sighs “we
probably should go back.”
“Why?” Anna asks, curiously but also in a
pleading tone. She obviously does not want to go just yet. Sutter just shrugs his shoulders. He
would rather not go either but he also knows what his agent told him. Mason warned him to stay off the radar.
But then Sutter looks into the longing eyes of Anna Davis. A smirk forms across his face.
“Well, there is more
to see out there.”
“Then what are we
waiting for?”
Davis asks. She takes him by his hand. “Let’s go!”
“Alright, sounds like
a plan.” He leads her deeper
into the darker parts of the alley. It is becoming harder and harder to
see but Sutter doesn’t care. He isn’t afraid and while Anna normally
would be afraid she is not afraid so long as she has Sutter by her side.
The purpose behind going this deep and this far into the alley is for
protection. Sutter doesn’t want to be
observed. Once he is certain that he and Anna are safely out of sight he
stops. Anna looks around curiously but
can barely see a thing through the pitch blackness surrounding her. She
turns and looks curiously at Sutter.
“Where are we?”
“The where don’t
matter. It’s the WHAT…”
“What does that
mean?” She asks.
Sutter smirks knowingly.
“What do I got…” He reaches into his pocket and
produces a bag of a white substance. He pours some of it out onto his
hand and then holds it out for Anna “...here, take a sniff.”
Anna has a suspicion
as to what this is, but would Clyde really go there? More importantly,
does she want to cross that line into illegal activity? “Clyde, I’m not sure
we should be doing this.”
“You wanted to see
what things were like on the other side, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Look, there are lots
of people who do this all the time. Are some addicted?” He nods his head. “Sure, but that
doesn’t mean it’s bad. If anything it means the shit is good. So what if they’re addicted? It makes
them feel good and that’s what is important, right? Life is about doing what makes you feel
good.”
The Assassin points a
finger at Anna. “You haven’t been feeling all that good about your life, am
I right?”
“You’re right…” she sighs and shakes her head “...I
haven’t.”
“So why not try
something new that just might spice up your life? You’ve already crossed
one line by coming out to this rough part of town. What’s one more line,
eh?”
Anna stares
skeptically at the white substance still sitting in Clyde’s hand. Her conscience
tells her that this is wrong, that maybe Clyde Sutter is not the man she
thought he was. But she has come this far. Is there really a way out now? She sighs and reaches out and takes some of
the white substance. She sniffs it and immediately begins coughing. Clyde smirks knowingly.
“What do you think?”
“It certainly was…” her voice trails off, she tries to
shake off this feeling.
“And see, no one
died. The world didn’t come to an end. Everyone and everything is
still fine.”
“I suppose you’re
right…” she remarks, her
words are lower and slurred.
“I know I’m
right. This whole war on drugs crap was invented by the privileged few
who want to control everything. They think they know everything so they
want to control everything. But what the
hell do they really know? Nothing!” He holds up the bag of the white substance. “But
this was just the beginning.”
“It is?” She asks with her head barely held
up. Sutter nods as he places the bag back in his pocket. He
produces another bag, this time he pulls out a needle and vial. It is
dark but even if it weren’t this dark Anna in her current state wouldn’t be
able to see that this vial contains a liquid. Sutter places the needle in
the vial.
“What’s that?”
“This is even
better.” He winks. Sutter
approaches Anna and takes her by her arm. “Ball up your fist.”
“Huh?”
“Just trust me.”
Anna shrugs but does
as Clyde says. At this point she isn’t quite sure why she is doing any of
this. Sutter takes out a thin piece of material and wraps up the middle
portion of Anna’s arm and ties it off tightly.
“Ouch…” she whines.
“Just trust me, babe,
it’ll be worth it. You still want to try this, right?” Anna pauses to consider this before nodding
her head. That is all Sutter needed to see. She wants it, she will get
it. Sutter takes the needle and injects
her arm. Upon pulling the needle out he
gazes deeply into Anna’s eyes. “Now just wait for it. Just
wait.”
Clyde cannot wait for
Anna to feel the rush, the high that he has experienced on many
occasions. This is the same experience he wishes to share with Anna and
he hopes she will enjoy it. In a few
minutes he notices her face contort. Her eyes roll into the back of her
head and she groans before falling forward.
Sutter catches her and chuckles to himself.
“Well...didn’t expect
that…”
“I wanna....wanna...I
wanna go…”
“Sure thing,
babe. We’ll go back to my place.”
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December 8th, 2019
Raleigh, NC
Off Camera
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BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
The sound of an alarm
buzzing wakes up Clyde Sutter this early Saturday morning. The Englishman
hates getting up early. He used to do it
quite often but ever since moving into this luxury apartment in Raleigh, North
Carolina he has grown accustomed to sleeping in. This morning, however,
he needs to be up early he realizes as he swings his feet over the side of the
bed and stands up and proceeds to head towards his closet to prepare to get
ready for the day ahead.
Clyde Sutter has
never once pretended to be a good person. Morals and ethics are the last
things on his mind. Survival is first
and foremost on his mind; survival and enjoying life. He resents those
that are privileged, the wealthy and “well-to-do” are out of touch with what
life is truly like for someone like Clyde Sutter. The Assassin has now
transitioned from having to scrape and claw and barely get survive by living
off the streets to living quite comfortably in the lap of luxury thanks to his
agent, Mason Van Stanton; but he will never forget where he came from.
He detests the rich
and wealthy. Sutter also detests the idea of being on a leash. He
doesn’t like the idea of having to behave just because his worrisome agent,
Mason Van Stanton, tells him to behave. Honestly, Mason Van Stanton is no
better than him. They just operate in
different ways. Whereas Sutter is more
blunt and obvious with his crimes, Mason is much more sleazy. He is more
of a con man and Sutter knows it.
Sutter flings open
the closet door. He reaches inside and produces a t-shirt which he
quickly puts on to cover his chest. He finds a pair of denim jeans which
he steps into. He remains barefoot,
bypassing the shoes, as he shuts the closet door and exits the bedroom.
He enters the living room and immediately spots his agent, Mason Van Stanton,
in the kitchen preparing coffee.
“Well fuck, make
yourself at home why don’t ya?”
Sutter states with sarcasm dripping from his voice.
“It is my home, Mr.
Sutter.” He winks knowingly at
Clyde. “I own it, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, you
don’t have to keep reminding me.”
Sutter walks on past Mason and into the main living room area where he
approaches a black leather sofa and sits down. “You know, you could at
least knock or ring the damn doorbell.”
“I tried but you
didn’t get up.”
“What can I
say? I am a sound sleeper.”
A few moments later
Mason emerges in the main living room area. He sits down in a cushy,
comfortable cream colored chair that seems to contrast rather well with the
black leather sofa Sutter is sitting on. Clyde sighs as he folds his arms
over his chest, staring impatiently at his agent.
“Is this one of your
babysitting duties? Your regular check-ups on me?”
“You are an important
investment to me, Mr. Sutter; of course I check up on you, just as I check up
on all of my clients.”
“Right…” Sutter rolls his eyes, making it
painfully obvious that he does not believe a word coming out of his agent’s
mouth.
“Believe it or not,
you are important to me. I want to see you succeed because your success
means success for me. I have fought my ass off to get you
opportunities. Remember the Television
title match against Peyton Rice? Thanks to me you got to show your
toughness against a former world champion in Selena Frost. The match against former world champion and
recent world title challenger James Evans? You finally made your pay per
view debut at SCW Clarity.”
“Thanks for reminding
me of my fucking failures, Mason!” Sutter
exclaims loudly. Mason shakes his head.
“Do not think of them
as failures. Think of them as opportunities. You are quickly becoming a household name, my
friend, and that is what is important. People want to see you and that
means you make more money.”
“Which means you make
money.” Clyde points an
accusatory finger at Van Stanton. “I see what this is all about for you.”
“It’s a win-win
situation, though.”
Mason insists. “And I have another big opportunity coming your way.
You know Aaron Blackbourne?”
“Yeah, the little
nerd who got lucky against Syren.”
“Luck or skill
doesn’t matter, point is he defeated a legend. He recently was an SCW
Television Champion. He is your next
opponent, Mr. Sutter, and if you defeat him, then you are right back on track
where you need to be.”
The Assassin rolls
his eyes. He has heard all of this talk from Van Stanton before. He
doesn’t believe any of it. “Yeah, whatever…”
“Trust me, I am doing
my best to make things work out for the both of us.” Mason insists. Sutter still
doesn’t believe him.
“Is that all, Mason?”
“Hardly.” He motions back towards the kitchen. “I
can’t leave until the coffee is ready.”
“Shit…” Sutter remarks, his voice trails off.
“There is one thing I
wanted to bring to your attention and we can discuss it while I wait on the
coffee.” Van Stanton reaches
into his coat pocket and produces the same bag from last night, the bag that
contains the white substance. Sutter remains stoic. He doesn’t want to
let on the shock that he feels right now that Mason found this. “I saw this
lying around the apartment. Is there anything you want to tell me, Mr.
Sutter?”
“No!” The Assassin exclaims. Mason
sighs and tosses the bag back to Clyde.
“For your sake I am
going to pretend I never saw this. I will remind you that it is best that
you stay under the radar. Do not stir up trouble for yourself. I will also tell you that if something like
this comes to light, I will disavow any knowledge of you and you will be done
in this business because I do not do business with criminals. Are we
clear, Mr. Sutter?”
“Fuck you!”
“What was that?” Van Stanton demands angrily.
“I said I understand,
ya piece of shit!” Clyde
shouts as he jumps up off of the sofa and storms away.
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On Camera
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The camera begins
recording in what appears to be a back alley. The lightning is poor, just
good enough for this promo to air and just good enough to see that this place
is dirty, and not the kind of place you want to hang around for too long.
A few moments later Mason Van Stanton emerges into view, flanked by his client,
“The Assassin” Clyde Sutter. The two
individuals are a contrast to one another with Mason in a black and white suit
looking nice and crisp, very well done, whereas Sutter is wearing denim jeans,
black boots, no shirt, and a long black trenchcoat.
“I want to begin by
applauding none other than Aaron Blackbourne!” Mason Van Stanton most definitely
sounds insincere as he says this, his sarcastic golf clap matches his tone of
voice. “I mean look at you, you defeated Syren, you became SCW Television
Champion...although it was very brief and you lost it to a pathetic goof but
we’ll forget that, right? Point is you have had such great success
lately, am I right? And you have worked
so very hard for this success.”
Van Stanton motions
to his client, the massive Assassin who stands next to him scowling angrily at
the rolling camera. “This man has worked twice as hard as you or anyone else
in this company has worked just to get noticed. People like you have the
spotlight handed to you on a silver platter because you are the company’s
golden boys...or golden girls, don’t want to be accused of being sexist…”
the crooked agent chuckles “...but no one wanted to see Clyde Sutter become
a star. No one. So he had to work
harder than anyone else just to get a chance. Now he has another chance
to make an impact, another chance to make a name for himself.”
He points a finger at
the camera. “And he will make a name for himself at your expense, Aaron.”
Mason steps away,
back into the shadows. Clyde Sutter steps into the forefront, further
into view of the camera. “You know, Blackbourne, people like you piss
me off because Mason is right, SCW hands shit to you. You didn’t deserve
that spotlight pay per view match against Syren and yet you got it. There are many boys and ladies in the back
busting their asses harder than you and yet they’ve never had an opportunity at
championship gold but you were gifted one that you did not deserve. And
what do you know, you won! I did like
the fact that you broke poor little Peyton’s dream reign as Television
Champion. Spoiled little bitch, that was
funny. But you know what else was
funny? Watching you fuck it all up by
losing the damn thing on your first title defense to a piece of shit loser
named El Grande Lucho…Lucho El Grande…”
“Actually I think his
name was El Lucho Grande, Mr. Sutter.”
Van Stanton corrects his client while sporting a smug smirk on his face.
“You think I give a
shit?! None of that doesn’t change the fact that he is a flash in the pan
loser. It doesn’t change the fact that Blackbourne LOST a prized
possession to a flash in the pan loser!” The anger and intensity grows upon Sutter’s face. “And
that is why I am really pissed off at people like you, Blackbourne. You
get shit that you never deserved, shit that other people DO deserve more than
you, and yet you squander it the first fucking chance you get!”
The Assassin beats
his chest. “Wrestling is what I want to do! This is what I do best and
yet people try to keep me down, they try to hold me back, and they try to keep
me from being successful! Success comes easy for dipshits like you,
Blackbourne, because it is HANDED to you and yet you don’t seem to value it,
you do not care about it. But maybe you will value my foot up your god
damn ass?!”
Sutter smirks. “Don’t
think I forgot about how you called me out over social media back in
November. What’s wrong, Aaron?
Don’t like how I do business?
Pissed that I took out your little buddy Alistaire Allocco? Come
and do something about it, you freaky son of a bitch! I look forward to beating your sorry ass!”
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