Old Versus New?

Edinburgh, Scotland.

The capital city, the home of the British Parliament. Overlooked by it's castle, Edinburgh is one of the most popular tourist destinations in Europe. The most luxurious hotels, the most decadent restaurants, the sights any city would dream of.

But that is the only side you see.

You don't see past the middle class suburbs. Edinburgh has hidden it's ugly side well.

Just like a bonny young lad from the underclass.

He hides his past better than most.

I often saw him wondering the streets.

But he was never alone.

He was the social hub of Edinburgh.

Never without a smile, never without a lass on his arm. I saw him and his lover at the bus stop and he held her for hours. He was so gentle. He wanted to make that girl smile.

He walked with purpose. In his Fila tracksuit jacket, he wasn't afraid to show wear he was from. He wasn't embarrassed to embrace his heritage.

But what has changed?

"You never seen what I went through," Sucio screams, as we see the beautiful scenery of Edinburgh, "I stride through the lonely side streets and I feel more comfortable there."

You were so happy.

Your future was bright, you were so intelligent. Artistic to boot. Charismatic and witty, so much charm.

"I was never happy with the life I used to live. I hid behind trinkets and valuables to disguise the tyranny i felt for my surroundings."

Where have you gone? Where is the old you? Where have you gone?

"Where have you gone?"

Where have you gone?

We hear feedback, the Edinburgh castle turns into a beam of light on a gloomy day. A mirror held up on a balcony is all we see.

"Where have you gone?" Sucio whispers.

The mirror is turned to face into the balcony.

In the reflection?

One Abstract Wrestler.

Topless and looking lost.

This isn't the Sucio we are used to seeing since his return. He looks as bad as he did towards the end of his last run. Bags under his eyes, scratches all over his neck, cuts on his torso.

"I don't know what has happened to me," he says, defeated, not even trying to look at the camera as he crosses his legs, seated on a wooden chair overlooking Edinburgh city centre.

"I'm supposed to be ruthless, I'm supposed to be selfish. But last week I found myself teaming with the very thing I stand against. A legend looking for another glimpse at glory. What a fool I am..."

He looks out to Edinburgh, but in disgust. Sucio gets up off the chair and steps off the balcony into his room. He closes the curtains which leaves the room almost pitch black. Lying back on the double bed, he looks up to the ceiling.

"It's time to prioritize. I want the World Heavyweight title. I need it to justify my existence. The easiest way for me to get a shot at this title is to advance in this Invitational. Apostle, Apocalypse...Tommy Lipton... You don't know what to expect from the Abstract Wrestler. Lipton needs to understand that I only worked with him last week to get that fool Apocalypse out of the tournament. Apocalypse was able to sneak a win but that's no skin off my back, I don't care about losing matches that have absolutely no effect on me getting closer to the title that I crave. But this week, this week I bring my best."

Sucio grabs a packet of Regal cigarettes and calmly withdraws one from it, lighting it and smoking away as he thinks about what is on his mind.

"My only challenge this week is keeping Tommy Lipton down. I know in my mind that I am better and smarter than he is. I am more willing to watch him suffer than he is with me. Obviously, we have all seen and heard about Tommy's crazy musings with himself but really, to me he is just a babbling, old, decrepit has-been. He has to learn that he has to step aside for the new generation. Me. The leader of the Next Evolution of Professional Wrestling."

He lifts a corner of the curtain up for a second to peek out the balcony window, but the light from the sky seems to agititate him so he quickly closes it again.

"And I know I shouldn't sell Apocalypse and Apostle short, but really, there is no chance they are going to overcome Lipton. And since I am going to win the match, by process of elimination I have to view Tommy as my biggest target. I do respect all the things that Tommy has done for the WWX over the years. The thing is, the last year I've been working my ass off week after week while Tommy sat behind a desk doing paperwork. The difference between me and Tommy is that I am not here for fame, fortune or any of that garbage that corrupts everyone around me. I am here in the WWX to prove that truly, and I know this is somewhat a cliche nowadays but I am here to prove that I am the best wrestler in the world. It's all fine and dandy talking about how I am the best but for my own state of mind, I need to prove to myself and everyone else that I am truly the best by winning the most prestigious belt in wrestling today."

Sucio thinks back to his past hatred of Lipton. He still grudges the things Tommy said about him during his first run as is evident by the sheer anger we see on his face anytime he speaks of Lipton.

"Look, I know Tommy is going to think this is me trying to put the Old generation versus the New. But it isn't that. If Tommy deserved another shot, I wouldn't be trying to put him down. But to me, this is just another showing of "Mr WWX" throwing his weight around. We all know he still has some pull in the company. He could cheat to win if he wanted, he could screw us all over. But Tommy, as well as being a corporate bigwig, is also an arrogant, corporate bigwig. He thinks that he doesn't need to do the "wrong" thing to beat all of us. He thinks he doesn't need to initiate a quick finish Montreal '97 style. Well, just like what happened Bret Hart a few years after Montreal, Tommy Lipton is going to fizzle away and disappear. Except, Tommy doesn't have to wait a few years for a permanent vacation, he better start packing because after Fury he is going to be worth nothing... NOTHING!"

He slicks his hair back.

"You better listen, Tom Boy, and you should be scared. You see, I will stop at nothing to win on Fury. I will do anything it takes. The only way you are going to beat me on Fury is if you kill me. But since you are too much of a good guy nowadays I'm sure you'll try to high five me or something. And I will kick your |BLEEP|ing head in. And when I do I bet you that 95% of the crowd will cheer. Because they want wrestling and the WWX to move on, and seeing you being knocked out the James Ranger Invitational along with Apostle and Apocalypse will only make it clear that the wrestling world has been painted abstract."

Sucio peeks out the balcony window again as the camera fades to black.