Titan's time of destruction will draw nearer everyday!
[Alastor Stonewall is standing outside EWA headquaters. He was getting ready to go to his hotel, when an EWA employee came running up to him. Stonewall stopped walking, and turned to talk to him] EWA Employee: Mr. Stonewall! I just got a note from Da Prez. He says that you'll be performing in a three-way hardcore match with Titan and The Ant! Stonewall: It's about time I got my first matchup! [The EWA Employee quickly leaves and Stonewall walks over to his rented car. He gets in and sits down. As he turns on the ignition, a guy taps on his window. Stonewall opens up the window. Stonewall: What do you want? Guy: Hey, the EWA wants me to follow you around with this camera for a while to get a better idea of what your all about? Mind if I ride along. [Stonewall is visibly annoyed by this, but he feels that he has to do what is expected of him.] Stonewall: Alright. You can come along, but you better just sit there and keep your mouth shut! I will do all the talking! Do I make myself clear? And if you decide to get smart and open your putrid trap, expect the next thing to be caught on your little camera is you falling out of this car! [The Camera Guy swallows hard. He knods his head, and gets in the passenger side of the rented car. Stonewall turns out of the parking lot and into the street.] Stonewall: Alright, this big prick that calls himself 'Titan' decides that he has the ability to step in the ring and take someone of my calibur on? Hah! Don't even make me snicker. When I took a look at a video of Titan's performance, all I saw was a tall and overweight piece of sh*t. What does he weigh, 600 pounds? He's slow, fat, and somewhat brain impaired. I really think the question wouldn't be if I was ready for Titan, but if Titan is ready for me! [Stonewall stops at a red light in a busy intersection. While waiting for it to turn red, he turns his head to look into the camera.] Stonewall: By no means am I small Titan. You may be taller, but only by 6 inches. And that really makes no difference. It's all in the technical skill, the know-how. Believe me, I was trained by the best. Stu Hart, he sure made a man out of me. I'm pretty sure that if you were under the same teacher, you would have failed out like a little wuss, because you think you only can get places by being fat and overweight! [The light turns green. Stonewall looks forward again and continues to drive towards his hotel.] Stonewall: And now onto the little insect that also will be attempting to take me on in this matchup. Pheh, you don't stand a chance you little piece of crap. I could take Titan on by myself, and having you in the match will be all the better. It's my time to prove right now that I am already talented enough for the more established EWA stars. Ant, you entered this federation the same time I did, and I bet you will be regretting it come match time. I've proven time and time again that untalented rejects like yourself don't have a place in wrestling. "So what, you said size doesn't matter!" you cry. Well, you may be small, but I'm not at all impressed with you. To me, your nothing. Insignificant, unnoticable, and uninspired. Reputations are made, not given, and its just too bad that The Ant's reputation will be recognized as some guy who lost in his first match. [Stonewall pulls into the parking lot of his hotel. He gets out and so does the Camera Guy. The Camera Guy follows Alastor Stonewall around some more.] Stonewall: Of course, the match is a hardcore match. Personally, I detest those things. I think of a hardcore match as something that no talents do to try and get attention because they can't do it by themselves. It's been proven time after time. However, it wasn't my decision, so I guess I'll have to play along with it. Doesn't really matter, I've had enough experience with Hardcore matchup's to know what I'm doing. From a Death Match on a Rooftop to An All-Out Arena Battle, I've been there, done that. Just ask my last opponent I faced in a Hardcore match, I bet you his skull is still aching where I cracked him over the head. It will be no different, I will come out on top, and be the undisputed winner. I've already got my battle plans lined up. The question to both Titan and The Ant are, "Do you?" [Alastor Stonewall signs in at the front desk of the hotel and gets his keycard. He walks over to the elevator and gets in. Of course, the Camera Guy follows.] Stonewall: Make no mistake, I'm all ready and will push Titan and The Ant to their limits. It's just too bad their limits are pretty... well... limited to give me that much of a challenge. I will enjoy kicking their asses in their little "hardcore" match, and then procedding to dig their graves and leave them wishing they never signed a contract in the EWA! [The elevator stops at the 5th Floor. Alastor Stonewall gets out and goes to his room. He opens it up and stops the Camera Guy.] Stonewall: (pointing at Camera Guy) No way. Your not coming in here. I suggest you get your own ride home, because I sure as hell won't be providing it! [Stonewall slams the door in front of the Camera Guys face. All that is left is the filming of a brown door with the number '529' on it. The camera fades to black as it turns off.] Link: Alastor Stonewall's Dungeon
[Alastor Stonewall is standing outside EWA headquaters. He was getting ready to go to his hotel, when an EWA employee came running up to him. Stonewall stopped walking, and turned to talk to him]
EWA Employee: Mr. Stonewall! I just got a note from Da Prez. He says that you'll be performing in a three-way hardcore match with Titan and The Ant!
Stonewall: It's about time I got my first matchup!
[The EWA Employee quickly leaves and Stonewall walks over to his rented car. He gets in and sits down. As he turns on the ignition, a guy taps on his window. Stonewall opens up the window.
Stonewall: What do you want?
Guy: Hey, the EWA wants me to follow you around with this camera for a while to get a better idea of what your all about? Mind if I ride along.
[Stonewall is visibly annoyed by this, but he feels that he has to do what is expected of him.]
Stonewall: Alright. You can come along, but you better just sit there and keep your mouth shut! I will do all the talking! Do I make myself clear? And if you decide to get smart and open your putrid trap, expect the next thing to be caught on your little camera is you falling out of this car!
[The Camera Guy swallows hard. He knods his head, and gets in the passenger side of the rented car. Stonewall turns out of the parking lot and into the street.]
Stonewall: Alright, this big prick that calls himself 'Titan' decides that he has the ability to step in the ring and take someone of my calibur on? Hah! Don't even make me snicker. When I took a look at a video of Titan's performance, all I saw was a tall and overweight piece of sh*t. What does he weigh, 600 pounds? He's slow, fat, and somewhat brain impaired. I really think the question wouldn't be if I was ready for Titan, but if Titan is ready for me!
[Stonewall stops at a red light in a busy intersection. While waiting for it to turn red, he turns his head to look into the camera.]
Stonewall: By no means am I small Titan. You may be taller, but only by 6 inches. And that really makes no difference. It's all in the technical skill, the know-how. Believe me, I was trained by the best. Stu Hart, he sure made a man out of me. I'm pretty sure that if you were under the same teacher, you would have failed out like a little wuss, because you think you only can get places by being fat and overweight!
[The light turns green. Stonewall looks forward again and continues to drive towards his hotel.]
Stonewall: And now onto the little insect that also will be attempting to take me on in this matchup. Pheh, you don't stand a chance you little piece of crap. I could take Titan on by myself, and having you in the match will be all the better. It's my time to prove right now that I am already talented enough for the more established EWA stars. Ant, you entered this federation the same time I did, and I bet you will be regretting it come match time. I've proven time and time again that untalented rejects like yourself don't have a place in wrestling. "So what, you said size doesn't matter!" you cry. Well, you may be small, but I'm not at all impressed with you. To me, your nothing. Insignificant, unnoticable, and uninspired. Reputations are made, not given, and its just too bad that The Ant's reputation will be recognized as some guy who lost in his first match.
[Stonewall pulls into the parking lot of his hotel. He gets out and so does the Camera Guy. The Camera Guy follows Alastor Stonewall around some more.]
Stonewall: Of course, the match is a hardcore match. Personally, I detest those things. I think of a hardcore match as something that no talents do to try and get attention because they can't do it by themselves. It's been proven time after time. However, it wasn't my decision, so I guess I'll have to play along with it. Doesn't really matter, I've had enough experience with Hardcore matchup's to know what I'm doing. From a Death Match on a Rooftop to An All-Out Arena Battle, I've been there, done that. Just ask my last opponent I faced in a Hardcore match, I bet you his skull is still aching where I cracked him over the head. It will be no different, I will come out on top, and be the undisputed winner. I've already got my battle plans lined up. The question to both Titan and The Ant are, "Do you?"
[Alastor Stonewall signs in at the front desk of the hotel and gets his keycard. He walks over to the elevator and gets in. Of course, the Camera Guy follows.]
Stonewall: Make no mistake, I'm all ready and will push Titan and The Ant to their limits. It's just too bad their limits are pretty... well... limited to give me that much of a challenge. I will enjoy kicking their asses in their little "hardcore" match, and then procedding to dig their graves and leave them wishing they never signed a contract in the EWA!
[The elevator stops at the 5th Floor. Alastor Stonewall gets out and goes to his room. He opens it up and stops the Camera Guy.]
Stonewall: (pointing at Camera Guy) No way. Your not coming in here. I suggest you get your own ride home, because I sure as hell won't be providing it!
[Stonewall slams the door in front of the Camera Guys face. All that is left is the filming of a brown door with the number '529' on it. The camera fades to black as it turns off.]
Link: Alastor Stonewall's Dungeon