Visiting the ring in which Outlaw will fall.
--- McMahon Stadium --- [The scene opens up on Alastor Stonewall leaning against the supports for the OvalTron. It is one night before Thursday Night Explosion, and as always, Stonewall pays a visit to the place he will be wrestling before anyone else arrives. He looks into the camera.] Stonewall: Like always, I come to the place where I will do battle. It is not only a final formulation of my grand plans, but a way to figure out just where those sweet spots in the ring are. It's where I find calm, and yet exhiliration at the same time. It is my study, and it will be the final piece in the puzzle that will destroy Outlaw. [Stonewall slowly begins to make his way down to the ring.] Stonewall: Tomorrow night, Eddy Outlaw and I lock horns. The match has no special stipulations, no title on the line. However, one thing is lying on the line. Our career's future. On one hand, you've got Eddy Outlaw. He has been on a small losing streak as of late, and desperitely needs a win to prove he still has it. He needs to prove that he really has the desire to continue at the upper-end of the roster. Then, you've got me. Someone who has not lost in months, someone who's career could skyrocket from this win. If I lose, my momentum in this federation comes to a screeching halt, and I may have to wait longer for something big to come along for me. [By now, Alastor Stonewall has reached the ring. He sits on the ring apron.] Stonewall: The question comes down to, who has more desire, who will do anything to win? Although it sounds bias, I am sure that it is me who deserves that description. I can only go up from this win. However, if Eddy wins, it just assures him he'll have a job next week. Since I'm still only five weeks into this federation, a defeat over me would not get you a World Title shot, no matter how much I despise that fact. But, I know I will come out the winner tomorrow, in more than one way. [Stonewall climbs in the ring, and sits on a turnbuckle. He takes a picture out of his jeans pocket and looks at it. It is a picture of Allison.] Stonewall: Allison will also be there, I am sure of it. She probably really wants to know what my side of the story. In fact, I am convinced of that. When I explain to her that it was all just a misunderstanding, she'll accept it. Plus, once she shows me that piece of paper, it will be truly clear why it made her act in such haste. [Stonewall puts the picture in his pocket.] Stonewall: Outlaw, all the skits in the world, all the screwing around with Dakota Dave won't help you in your match. It comes down to wrestling skill, plain and simple. And sorry Eddy, I've got you outmatched every which way. I am more technical than you, I am more intelligent than you, and from last weeks training I endured, I am better at brawling than you. I've got you cut short, I've got you cornered. And there is no running away Outlaw. Just come out and accept your loss. Be a man, and not a boy. Be mature, and not a grade schooler. Your talent can't and will never compare to mine. [Stonewall gets off the turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring.] Stonewall: Ah, it feels so great to be in a regular match once again. I really hope Stu Hart decides to tune in, so I can show him a technical masterpiece and make my mentor proud. [Stonewall gets down on his stomach, in the same position the referee gets in when he is going to count a pin.] Stonewall: For Eddy Outlaw, this is all he will see at the end of our match. Me on top of him, and the referee counting the *slaps ground in conjuction with counting* 1... 2... 3. That will be a great sound for me, and the voice of doom for Outlaw. It just will let him know that he's lost another match. It'll show him that he has lost his touch, his glory days are way behind him, and that he may need a more suiting job. It's a shame really. I mean, the guy is still young, and he had some potential, but his own personality and wrestling knowledge will be his downfall. [Alastor Stonewall gets up, and tests out the ropes a few times.] Stonewall: Now, I will give a personal message to Dakota Dave. Alright, listen up you little s---head, I'm going to keep my eye on you the whole match. I know that you would interfere in a heartbeat to help out Outlaw, since he is going to be beaten anyway. So, you will just try and delay the inevitable. However, the delay itself couldn't even work. I'm prepared for you, and will be keeping watching you out of the corner of my eye, so you better behave, you don't want me to punish you. You have been warned. [Stonewall hops out of the ring, and picks up a sledgehammer.] Stonewall: Yep, you guessed it. I also have a message for that cocksucker Sam Natas. Mr. Evil, or maybe even Dr. Evil. Yeah, that sounds a lot more fitting. Now Dr. Evil, you've had a personal vendetta with me ever since I beat your ass at Dance With The Devil. You come out last week, attempt to rape my girlfriend, and f--- me over as well. That didn't work, did it? Dr. Evil, are you planning on running in and bashing my skull open with a sledgehammer? Are you planning on trying to mess me up so I can give you a personal beating. Be forewarned Dr. Evil, you come into my match, you still will not get a match with me. I have better things to do and accomplish without you being an idiot and shoving your sledgehammer in and out of your asshole. But, mark my words. You interfere, your life will become a living heaven. Yes, you heard right. A living heaven. Get the point? Good, I hope I don't have to force that down your throat. [Stonewall hurls the sledgehammer out into the seats, and it makes a loud clang.] Stonewall: Thursday Night Explosion, Eddy Outlaw gets what he has been coming to him for a whole week. He will not stand in my way, and he will not push me down. He is just merely the next rung in my ladder of success. I win, he loses on Thursday, plain and simple. So, for those of you who are betting types, your looking at your winning man. I always stick to my plan, and I never go back on my word... [Stonewall begins to walk out of the arena by going up the entryway. The camera slowly and gradually fades to black as Alastor Stonewall leaves.]
[The scene opens up on Alastor Stonewall leaning against the supports for the OvalTron. It is one night before Thursday Night Explosion, and as always, Stonewall pays a visit to the place he will be wrestling before anyone else arrives. He looks into the camera.]
Stonewall: Like always, I come to the place where I will do battle. It is not only a final formulation of my grand plans, but a way to figure out just where those sweet spots in the ring are. It's where I find calm, and yet exhiliration at the same time. It is my study, and it will be the final piece in the puzzle that will destroy Outlaw.
[Stonewall slowly begins to make his way down to the ring.]
Stonewall: Tomorrow night, Eddy Outlaw and I lock horns. The match has no special stipulations, no title on the line. However, one thing is lying on the line. Our career's future. On one hand, you've got Eddy Outlaw. He has been on a small losing streak as of late, and desperitely needs a win to prove he still has it. He needs to prove that he really has the desire to continue at the upper-end of the roster. Then, you've got me. Someone who has not lost in months, someone who's career could skyrocket from this win. If I lose, my momentum in this federation comes to a screeching halt, and I may have to wait longer for something big to come along for me.
[By now, Alastor Stonewall has reached the ring. He sits on the ring apron.]
Stonewall: The question comes down to, who has more desire, who will do anything to win? Although it sounds bias, I am sure that it is me who deserves that description. I can only go up from this win. However, if Eddy wins, it just assures him he'll have a job next week. Since I'm still only five weeks into this federation, a defeat over me would not get you a World Title shot, no matter how much I despise that fact. But, I know I will come out the winner tomorrow, in more than one way.
[Stonewall climbs in the ring, and sits on a turnbuckle. He takes a picture out of his jeans pocket and looks at it. It is a picture of Allison.]
Stonewall: Allison will also be there, I am sure of it. She probably really wants to know what my side of the story. In fact, I am convinced of that. When I explain to her that it was all just a misunderstanding, she'll accept it. Plus, once she shows me that piece of paper, it will be truly clear why it made her act in such haste.
[Stonewall puts the picture in his pocket.]
Stonewall: Outlaw, all the skits in the world, all the screwing around with Dakota Dave won't help you in your match. It comes down to wrestling skill, plain and simple. And sorry Eddy, I've got you outmatched every which way. I am more technical than you, I am more intelligent than you, and from last weeks training I endured, I am better at brawling than you. I've got you cut short, I've got you cornered. And there is no running away Outlaw. Just come out and accept your loss. Be a man, and not a boy. Be mature, and not a grade schooler. Your talent can't and will never compare to mine.
[Stonewall gets off the turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring.]
Stonewall: Ah, it feels so great to be in a regular match once again. I really hope Stu Hart decides to tune in, so I can show him a technical masterpiece and make my mentor proud.
[Stonewall gets down on his stomach, in the same position the referee gets in when he is going to count a pin.]
Stonewall: For Eddy Outlaw, this is all he will see at the end of our match. Me on top of him, and the referee counting the *slaps ground in conjuction with counting* 1... 2... 3. That will be a great sound for me, and the voice of doom for Outlaw. It just will let him know that he's lost another match. It'll show him that he has lost his touch, his glory days are way behind him, and that he may need a more suiting job. It's a shame really. I mean, the guy is still young, and he had some potential, but his own personality and wrestling knowledge will be his downfall.
[Alastor Stonewall gets up, and tests out the ropes a few times.]
Stonewall: Now, I will give a personal message to Dakota Dave. Alright, listen up you little s---head, I'm going to keep my eye on you the whole match. I know that you would interfere in a heartbeat to help out Outlaw, since he is going to be beaten anyway. So, you will just try and delay the inevitable. However, the delay itself couldn't even work. I'm prepared for you, and will be keeping watching you out of the corner of my eye, so you better behave, you don't want me to punish you. You have been warned.
[Stonewall hops out of the ring, and picks up a sledgehammer.]
Stonewall: Yep, you guessed it. I also have a message for that cocksucker Sam Natas. Mr. Evil, or maybe even Dr. Evil. Yeah, that sounds a lot more fitting. Now Dr. Evil, you've had a personal vendetta with me ever since I beat your ass at Dance With The Devil. You come out last week, attempt to rape my girlfriend, and f--- me over as well. That didn't work, did it? Dr. Evil, are you planning on running in and bashing my skull open with a sledgehammer? Are you planning on trying to mess me up so I can give you a personal beating. Be forewarned Dr. Evil, you come into my match, you still will not get a match with me. I have better things to do and accomplish without you being an idiot and shoving your sledgehammer in and out of your asshole. But, mark my words. You interfere, your life will become a living heaven. Yes, you heard right. A living heaven. Get the point? Good, I hope I don't have to force that down your throat.
[Stonewall hurls the sledgehammer out into the seats, and it makes a loud clang.]
Stonewall: Thursday Night Explosion, Eddy Outlaw gets what he has been coming to him for a whole week. He will not stand in my way, and he will not push me down. He is just merely the next rung in my ladder of success. I win, he loses on Thursday, plain and simple. So, for those of you who are betting types, your looking at your winning man. I always stick to my plan, and I never go back on my word...
[Stonewall begins to walk out of the arena by going up the entryway. The camera slowly and gradually fades to black as Alastor Stonewall leaves.]