Wandering Around Town
--- The city of Calgary --- [Today is a beautiful day in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. The air is fresh, people are already at work, the birds are singing, and there is the general "feel-good" atmosphere. Alastor Stonewall has woken up in his hotel room from a long sleep. It is about 9:00 AM. Unlike some wrestlers, Stonewall doesn't do wait training until 2:00 PM. Stonewall hops out of bed and opens the window.] Stonewall: (To himself) Damn, its a nice day. I think I'll go for a walk. It'll be nice to get out of the normal grind of life. [Stonewall dresses himself in jeans and a black T-Shirt. He quickly grabs something to eat at the free breakfast in the hotel, and leaves to walk around. He strolls around looking for something to do.] Stonewall: (To himself) I wonder what I should do. It isn't often I'm in Canada. Hmmm... [While Stonewall is thinking, a teenager, around the age of 17 walks by. The teenager's name is Rob, and he is wearing a Snake Eyes T-Shirt. Noticing who Stonewall is, he walks over to him.] Rob: Hey, Mr. Stonewall. Can I talk to you a minute? [Stonewall, who had kinda spaced out while thinking, is a little startled. He looks around and sees Rob standing there, smiling.] Stonewall: (Noticing his T-Shirt) So you watch the WeWA, eh? Rob: Yep. Every Thursday at 10:00 PM that's what is on my TV. Stonewall: And I see that your a Snake Eyes fan as well. That's normally a rarity, especially anywhere away from the BACW Arena. Rob: Well, I've always liked heels more than faces. They have that "edge", that thing about them that just makes them all the more monstrous and intimidating. Stonewall: Ah, it's good to hear someone who likes the other side for once. You get your information from the internet, don't you? Rob: You bet. Stonewall: What's your name? Rob: Rob. I already know yours, Alastor Stonewall. Your real name is Jason Gallant. [Stonewall, who is amused with the aspect of talking to a 'smart' wrestling fan, notices a bench in a nearby park.] Stonewall: Well Rob, you seem to have a good handle on Professional Wrestling. Let's go over to that bench and sit down and talk for a while. [They go over to the bench and sit down.] Rob: So Mr. Gallant, you've made quite a name for yourself over these past few months. Especially since you've come to the WeWA. I'm sure that you don't have to worry about the place closing down anytime soon, like your past experiences. You've actually caught my eye in the WeWA. Stonewall: Well, let's put it in this manner. Ever since I was a kid, I was a hard worker. I always acted out, it's part of my personality. It fits perfect with the wrestling mold. I actually turned it up a notch since coming to the WeWA. If I continued with my previous standards, I would have been eaten alive by now. I train harder, try and cut a promo daily to keep the audience on their toes, and basically beat the s--- out of anyone who tries to oppose me. Rob: Cool. Especially this week, you have seemed extra focused. Is it because your facing Eddy Outlaw? Stonewall: You could say that. I am also trying like hell to get the bookers and Komona to stand up and give me a title shot. I'm a little pissed that I haven't gotten one yet, and I seem to remember being promised one, but I need to check on that. Anyway, this man Eddy Outlaw needs to be stopped, one way or another. Rob: What makes you think that? Stonewall: He is everything in a person that I detest. Cocky attitude, blonde hair, supplied by a sub-par wrestling ability and annoying speech style. I mean, this guy thinks he is like a cowboy. Where do you think the name Outlaw came from? I touched on this earlier, but this guy needs to get off his horse, lay off the beans, and start concentrating on the match, and not his western ways. Being yourself on wrestling television is one thing, but living your gimmick is a big mistake. That's how you become egotisical, that's how you become self-centered, and that's what makes taking losses all the more difficult. Rob: Heh, that's a good explanation. I'm definitely making sure I tune in on Thursday! Stonewall: You better believe it, you're going to see real animosity in that ring. And the thing is, this guy has it coming to him. Back in my second match, he tried to scald me with that god damn branding iron of his. Luckily for me, he was stopped by someone who is now hospital ridden. I took that iron, and made the best out of it. However, I never forgot him attempting to screw me over. Outlaw needs to be put in his place, and I'm just the man to do it. Rob: How about your situation with Allison, is that a real thing? Stonewall: *sigh* Yeah, it's really real. It isn't an angle or anything Rob. I'm praying that she shows up on TNE, I really need to talk to her. However, I do know her well enough that she'll show up. She never can hold a grudge like that for all that long. Hopefully she will understand her mistake and we can work things out. Rob: You really seem to care about her. What do you think was on that note. Stonewall: Only God knows. I have no idea, but I think it was a planted note, something somebody gave to her in order to trip me up. It obviously has something with laying the blame on me and saying I was cheating, but that is definitely not the case. Rob: From watching some of your promos, I can tell you don't like that Dakota Dave guy either. Stonewall: Why would I? The guy is named after a damn American state no one cares about and plus, he is Eddy's lacky, somehow he managed to get on a lower level. And that was something I didn't think was possible at all. Dakota tried to impersonate me, but he didn't fool anyone. Plus, of course the only thing Dakota is good at is pleasing Eddy when CC isn't in the mood... [Stonewall and Rob both cringe at that thought.] Rob: Why did you have to go and say that!? Ugh! Damn is that a nasty visual. Stonewall: At least you don't see it. It's disgusting, and although I've never caught them in the act, and God help me I certainly hope I never do, the way Dakota strolls behind Eddy is gut-wrenching. Here's another thing about Eddy that just pisses me off. It's the way he puts over so called, good talent. And while I agree with most of the list, let's take a little look at this. Quite frankly, he basically is putting over all the guys that have beaten him. Catch my drift? Soon, he'll be calling me a good talent because I beat him on Thursday. What a hypocrite. Take Steve Sinister for example, one of the people on his list. Not too long ago, those two fought. They both were going at it, and both basically said that the other one sucked. Steve went on to win, and now Eddy is kissing Sinister's ass because of it. That's what I'm talking about. Rob: Yeah, I get the point. Stonewall: What's more, Eddy is a World Title reject. He blew his chance, and waisted his shot. Yes, the belt is missing. For all you know, I could have it. But the fact of the matter is, I really don't. Anyway, Eddy is about to plummit right back into the midcard, the jobber fodder that is his only place of crowning achievements. And if I beat him, there is more than enough reason I should try to get and win a title. I'm better than Eddy afterall, and he got a world title shot. So the theory is quite simple. I win, Eddy loses. I go onto bigger things, Eddy retires and spends the rest of his days with Dakota Dave because CC dumps him. It's quite humorous if you look at it from my perspective. Rob: Heh. So you think that your already ready for a title shot, possibly the world title? Stonewall: Well, depends on which one. I would have to count out the World Title for now, because Snake is pretty pissed off about his belt. I don't need to deal with him in that mindset, that would be suicide right now. I respect that man, probably deeper than most people. However, just like a snake he can strike at any time, so I've got to keep on my toes. But his and my time will come, and then I will prove myself to him, and the rest of the WeWA. Intercontinental sounds promising, but there is something about that belt that bugs me. Once again, I'm weakly remembering something from a few weeks ago. Hold on Rob. [Stonewall jots down on a piece of paper, CHECK ABOUT TITLE SHOTS. Stonewall puts the piece of paper into his pocket.] Stonewall: Alright, that was taken care of. Anyway, I hope to have a shot at a belt soon, because once Komona signs that match, that belt mind as well already be around my waist. That's how confident I am Rob. And confidence can do nothing but help. My time is nearing, and I'm more than prepared to take whoever is thrown at me. Rob: Wow. You've got to be one of the more determined wrestlers in this business. But hypothetically, say you lose, what will you do? Stonewall: Although that won't happen, I will just pick myself up and move on. I won't b---- and moan, unless Eddy takes a few cheap shots that warrant me to take retaliation. Whether I get the victory, I come out the winner. I will plan to impress the management one way or another, and sometimes all it takes is a good performance, not a win. However, a win to me is just as important. It's an exhilarating feeling, and I always want to feel it. Kinda explains why I haven't had a loss since March. But, I know that streak will come to an end someday, it's only natural. But not now, not until I find a true, worthy opponent who can manage outwit and outwrestle me. But, that person probably isn't in the federation right now, so we'll all just have to wait and see. [Stonewall checks his watch, and notices that it is already noon.] Stonewall: Anyway Rob, I've got to go. I have things to do. It was nice talking to you. Since your in the area, drop by at the WeWA show tomorrow night. Rob: I don't have either a ticket or the money, I'll just catch it on TV. [Stonewall takes out his wallet, and produces a ticket.] Stonewall: This ought to change your mind. All the wrestlers are given a few tickets to give to people. This is a good seat, hope you show up. [Rob looks impressed. He looks at the seats.] Rob: Wow! This is seventh row, but its right in front of the ring! This will be a great night for me. Thank you Mr. Gallant! Stonewall: No problem. Now I must be going. [Alastor Stonewall shakes hands with Rob, and Stonewall leaves him as Rob glances at his tickets, still wondering if what transpired really happened.]
[Today is a beautiful day in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. The air is fresh, people are already at work, the birds are singing, and there is the general "feel-good" atmosphere. Alastor Stonewall has woken up in his hotel room from a long sleep. It is about 9:00 AM. Unlike some wrestlers, Stonewall doesn't do wait training until 2:00 PM. Stonewall hops out of bed and opens the window.]
Stonewall: (To himself) Damn, its a nice day. I think I'll go for a walk. It'll be nice to get out of the normal grind of life.
[Stonewall dresses himself in jeans and a black T-Shirt. He quickly grabs something to eat at the free breakfast in the hotel, and leaves to walk around. He strolls around looking for something to do.]
Stonewall: (To himself) I wonder what I should do. It isn't often I'm in Canada. Hmmm...
[While Stonewall is thinking, a teenager, around the age of 17 walks by. The teenager's name is Rob, and he is wearing a Snake Eyes T-Shirt. Noticing who Stonewall is, he walks over to him.]
Rob: Hey, Mr. Stonewall. Can I talk to you a minute?
[Stonewall, who had kinda spaced out while thinking, is a little startled. He looks around and sees Rob standing there, smiling.]
Stonewall: (Noticing his T-Shirt) So you watch the WeWA, eh?
Rob: Yep. Every Thursday at 10:00 PM that's what is on my TV.
Stonewall: And I see that your a Snake Eyes fan as well. That's normally a rarity, especially anywhere away from the BACW Arena.
Rob: Well, I've always liked heels more than faces. They have that "edge", that thing about them that just makes them all the more monstrous and intimidating.
Stonewall: Ah, it's good to hear someone who likes the other side for once. You get your information from the internet, don't you?
Rob: You bet.
Stonewall: What's your name?
Rob: Rob. I already know yours, Alastor Stonewall. Your real name is Jason Gallant.
[Stonewall, who is amused with the aspect of talking to a 'smart' wrestling fan, notices a bench in a nearby park.]
Stonewall: Well Rob, you seem to have a good handle on Professional Wrestling. Let's go over to that bench and sit down and talk for a while.
[They go over to the bench and sit down.]
Rob: So Mr. Gallant, you've made quite a name for yourself over these past few months. Especially since you've come to the WeWA. I'm sure that you don't have to worry about the place closing down anytime soon, like your past experiences. You've actually caught my eye in the WeWA.
Stonewall: Well, let's put it in this manner. Ever since I was a kid, I was a hard worker. I always acted out, it's part of my personality. It fits perfect with the wrestling mold. I actually turned it up a notch since coming to the WeWA. If I continued with my previous standards, I would have been eaten alive by now. I train harder, try and cut a promo daily to keep the audience on their toes, and basically beat the s--- out of anyone who tries to oppose me.
Rob: Cool. Especially this week, you have seemed extra focused. Is it because your facing Eddy Outlaw?
Stonewall: You could say that. I am also trying like hell to get the bookers and Komona to stand up and give me a title shot. I'm a little pissed that I haven't gotten one yet, and I seem to remember being promised one, but I need to check on that. Anyway, this man Eddy Outlaw needs to be stopped, one way or another.
Rob: What makes you think that?
Stonewall: He is everything in a person that I detest. Cocky attitude, blonde hair, supplied by a sub-par wrestling ability and annoying speech style. I mean, this guy thinks he is like a cowboy. Where do you think the name Outlaw came from? I touched on this earlier, but this guy needs to get off his horse, lay off the beans, and start concentrating on the match, and not his western ways. Being yourself on wrestling television is one thing, but living your gimmick is a big mistake. That's how you become egotisical, that's how you become self-centered, and that's what makes taking losses all the more difficult.
Rob: Heh, that's a good explanation. I'm definitely making sure I tune in on Thursday!
Stonewall: You better believe it, you're going to see real animosity in that ring. And the thing is, this guy has it coming to him. Back in my second match, he tried to scald me with that god damn branding iron of his. Luckily for me, he was stopped by someone who is now hospital ridden. I took that iron, and made the best out of it. However, I never forgot him attempting to screw me over. Outlaw needs to be put in his place, and I'm just the man to do it.
Rob: How about your situation with Allison, is that a real thing?
Stonewall: *sigh* Yeah, it's really real. It isn't an angle or anything Rob. I'm praying that she shows up on TNE, I really need to talk to her. However, I do know her well enough that she'll show up. She never can hold a grudge like that for all that long. Hopefully she will understand her mistake and we can work things out.
Rob: You really seem to care about her. What do you think was on that note.
Stonewall: Only God knows. I have no idea, but I think it was a planted note, something somebody gave to her in order to trip me up. It obviously has something with laying the blame on me and saying I was cheating, but that is definitely not the case.
Rob: From watching some of your promos, I can tell you don't like that Dakota Dave guy either.
Stonewall: Why would I? The guy is named after a damn American state no one cares about and plus, he is Eddy's lacky, somehow he managed to get on a lower level. And that was something I didn't think was possible at all. Dakota tried to impersonate me, but he didn't fool anyone. Plus, of course the only thing Dakota is good at is pleasing Eddy when CC isn't in the mood...
[Stonewall and Rob both cringe at that thought.]
Rob: Why did you have to go and say that!? Ugh! Damn is that a nasty visual.
Stonewall: At least you don't see it. It's disgusting, and although I've never caught them in the act, and God help me I certainly hope I never do, the way Dakota strolls behind Eddy is gut-wrenching. Here's another thing about Eddy that just pisses me off. It's the way he puts over so called, good talent. And while I agree with most of the list, let's take a little look at this. Quite frankly, he basically is putting over all the guys that have beaten him. Catch my drift? Soon, he'll be calling me a good talent because I beat him on Thursday. What a hypocrite. Take Steve Sinister for example, one of the people on his list. Not too long ago, those two fought. They both were going at it, and both basically said that the other one sucked. Steve went on to win, and now Eddy is kissing Sinister's ass because of it. That's what I'm talking about.
Rob: Yeah, I get the point.
Stonewall: What's more, Eddy is a World Title reject. He blew his chance, and waisted his shot. Yes, the belt is missing. For all you know, I could have it. But the fact of the matter is, I really don't. Anyway, Eddy is about to plummit right back into the midcard, the jobber fodder that is his only place of crowning achievements. And if I beat him, there is more than enough reason I should try to get and win a title. I'm better than Eddy afterall, and he got a world title shot. So the theory is quite simple. I win, Eddy loses. I go onto bigger things, Eddy retires and spends the rest of his days with Dakota Dave because CC dumps him. It's quite humorous if you look at it from my perspective.
Rob: Heh. So you think that your already ready for a title shot, possibly the world title?
Stonewall: Well, depends on which one. I would have to count out the World Title for now, because Snake is pretty pissed off about his belt. I don't need to deal with him in that mindset, that would be suicide right now. I respect that man, probably deeper than most people. However, just like a snake he can strike at any time, so I've got to keep on my toes. But his and my time will come, and then I will prove myself to him, and the rest of the WeWA. Intercontinental sounds promising, but there is something about that belt that bugs me. Once again, I'm weakly remembering something from a few weeks ago. Hold on Rob.
[Stonewall jots down on a piece of paper, CHECK ABOUT TITLE SHOTS. Stonewall puts the piece of paper into his pocket.]
Stonewall: Alright, that was taken care of. Anyway, I hope to have a shot at a belt soon, because once Komona signs that match, that belt mind as well already be around my waist. That's how confident I am Rob. And confidence can do nothing but help. My time is nearing, and I'm more than prepared to take whoever is thrown at me.
Rob: Wow. You've got to be one of the more determined wrestlers in this business. But hypothetically, say you lose, what will you do?
Stonewall: Although that won't happen, I will just pick myself up and move on. I won't b---- and moan, unless Eddy takes a few cheap shots that warrant me to take retaliation. Whether I get the victory, I come out the winner. I will plan to impress the management one way or another, and sometimes all it takes is a good performance, not a win. However, a win to me is just as important. It's an exhilarating feeling, and I always want to feel it. Kinda explains why I haven't had a loss since March. But, I know that streak will come to an end someday, it's only natural. But not now, not until I find a true, worthy opponent who can manage outwit and outwrestle me. But, that person probably isn't in the federation right now, so we'll all just have to wait and see.
[Stonewall checks his watch, and notices that it is already noon.]
Stonewall: Anyway Rob, I've got to go. I have things to do. It was nice talking to you. Since your in the area, drop by at the WeWA show tomorrow night.
Rob: I don't have either a ticket or the money, I'll just catch it on TV.
[Stonewall takes out his wallet, and produces a ticket.]
Stonewall: This ought to change your mind. All the wrestlers are given a few tickets to give to people. This is a good seat, hope you show up.
[Rob looks impressed. He looks at the seats.]
Rob: Wow! This is seventh row, but its right in front of the ring! This will be a great night for me. Thank you Mr. Gallant!
Stonewall: No problem. Now I must be going.
[Alastor Stonewall shakes hands with Rob, and Stonewall leaves him as Rob glances at his tickets, still wondering if what transpired really happened.]