That's not how you win my respect (Eddy Outlaw and his little b---- Dakota Dave, Roy Douglass, rest of WeWA)
--- McMahon Stadium right after TNE --- [The camera opens up watching a figure at the end of a hall stomping down the hallway. After some zooming in, it is clear that it is Alastor Stonewall. Stonewall is fuming, and just axe kicked a table, which breaks in half.] Stonewall: *Yelling* ROY DOUGLASS! Where are you!? Come out here, and I'll teach you about what it means to f--- around in my matchups! [Stonewall picks up an empty box and hurls it against a wall. Stonewall then proceeds to tear it up.] Stonewall: *Yelling* The same goes for you Dakota Dave!!! If I find either of you, I'm going to tear your intestines out! You guys have been warned! [Stonewall stops being destructive, and almost breaks down. He has fallen down to his knees.] Stonewall: And Allison, how could you do this to me? I promised an explanation, and you didn't give me a chance. Damn it! If it where the other way around, I would have listened! [Stonewall pounds the cement, muttering some incoherant words. Stonewall looks up to see the cameraman filming him.] Stonewall: What the hell are you doing here!? Get that f---ing camera out of my face! [Stonewall stands up and begins to rush the cameraman. The cameraman backs up, but can do nothing to get away. Stonewall wraps his hands around the neck of the cameraman, and begins to squeeze.] Stonewall: I'll teach you to snoop around and film things any time you want! [Suddenly, Stonewall releases his grip. He gets a small smirk on his face. He begins to laugh a little. The gasping of the cameraman is still audible.] Stonewall: Actually, there might be some use for you after all. Come on, follow me into my dressing room. [Stonewall heads towards the dressing room, and the cameraman just stands there. Stonewall turns around.] Stonewall: What, do you want me to choke you again? [The cameraman begins to follow. The get in the dressing room. Stonewall gets two chairs, and makes the cameraman sit down. Stonewall sits in the other chair.] Stonewall: What you saw out there was the anguish of a dangerous man. An uncontrollable feeling that results in only destruction. However, you now see the calm in the middle. It won't be long before this feeling rushes back. It could be tomorrow, it could be next week. It's unpredictable. However, I have a few things to speak on. First, the newcomer that can't keep his nose out of my business. [Stonewall grabs a water bottle, and takes a drink. He then continues.] Stonewall: Roy Douglass, you made one of the largest mistakes of your career. I've heard that Eddy Outlaw is your companion, but then all of a sudden it gives you the right to come out and screw me over? No, it really doesn't. You have no idea who or what your dealing with, being the newcomer. Heck, I may have only been here five weeks myself, but I know better than to cause trouble my first week in. Now the deed is done, and you've sown your seeds. There is an old saying that goes, "You reap what you sow." Well Douglass, you will be reaping that very soon. Prepare for hell, because it has only begun. Stonewall: Now onto the cowboy duo of Eddy Outlaw and Dakota Dave. Outlaw, you still have zero respect for me. After all that talk, after that I'm better than you s---, you needed help to beat me. You couldn't beat me on your own, and that's just the plain truth. You required not one, but two bumbling idiots to take me down. First, your little clone Roy Douglass. Then you've got your lacky blasting me with a chairshot into your SUNSET. Your lucky I was more worried about straightening things out with Allison after the match, because you would have been left for dead afterwards. You may have given me the first pin in my career, but like every other person who holds a win over me, it is a tainted one. Stonewall: Which brings me down to this point. Eddy Outlaw, I see a rematch in your future. Maybe not next week, but soon. And I will make sure that little f--- Dakota Dave doesn't come to ringside. It has only just begun, and I always have the final word! You've taken more than you can handle, and now it will overwhelm you. Just let those thoughts go through your mind, and when it comes to Stonewall/Outlaw II, the victor will be me! Stonewall: Now onto Outlaw's lacky, Dave. You, just like Roy Douglass, made a huge mistake. And Dave, you're in an even worse position. Your not a wrestler, just some underweight wimp. I could rip your spine out of your back, and you couldn't do anything about it. I will let you know just how much an interference on me will cost you. Laugh about it know, but once I'm through with you, it would be lucky if you could even talk. [Stonewall takes a piece of paper out of his pocket.] Stonewall: This here is the letter that Allison had. Now that I see it, it all makes sense to me. Here is what it says in full: Dear Jason, Hi, how's wrestling going? I heard that you have been having some trouble as of late, mostly because of your character. It doesn't matter though, I still love you, and I know that you love me. Guess what? I've become a dancer! My lifelong dream is finally coming true! I was accepted to dance in a traveling theatre! Isn't that great!? I hope that you can come to see me perform one of these days. Anyway, I've got to cut this letter a little short, I've got things to do. I love you! Love, Susan May 7th, 1994 Stonewall: There you go. Had she bothered to read the bottom of the letter, she would have noticed it is dated May 7th, 1994. Though, she must have been so mad that by that point she wasn't paying attention. This is an old love letter from six years ago! Susan is now my ex-girlfriend, and has been for five years! I don't know where she found this or how, but if I point this out to her, she'll definitely understand. Anyway, the reason the letter says I wrestle was because I was in indy leagues at the time. I was known as The Exconvict, and I was doing horribly. Thus the "...having some trouble as of late, mostly because of your character." I have no idea how I'm going to explain this to her, because I doubt she will come to another event. My real hope is that she sees this tape once it is aired on television. [Stonewall puts the letter in his pocket and starts to collect his stuff and put it in the gym bag.] Stonewall: Either way, Japan is my next destination. My only hope of explaining to Allison is over the phone, because she won't be there. Or maybe... [Stonewall gets an idea. He jots it down on a piece of paper and puts it in his other pocket.] Stonewall: Hopefully I'll have that taken care of. I guess I better leave, I need some sleep. Then I've got to hit the gym, and then take a flight to Japan. [Stonewall leaves the room with his gym bag as the camera fades to black.]
[The camera opens up watching a figure at the end of a hall stomping down the hallway. After some zooming in, it is clear that it is Alastor Stonewall. Stonewall is fuming, and just axe kicked a table, which breaks in half.]
Stonewall: *Yelling* ROY DOUGLASS! Where are you!? Come out here, and I'll teach you about what it means to f--- around in my matchups!
[Stonewall picks up an empty box and hurls it against a wall. Stonewall then proceeds to tear it up.]
Stonewall: *Yelling* The same goes for you Dakota Dave!!! If I find either of you, I'm going to tear your intestines out! You guys have been warned!
[Stonewall stops being destructive, and almost breaks down. He has fallen down to his knees.]
Stonewall: And Allison, how could you do this to me? I promised an explanation, and you didn't give me a chance. Damn it! If it where the other way around, I would have listened!
[Stonewall pounds the cement, muttering some incoherant words. Stonewall looks up to see the cameraman filming him.]
Stonewall: What the hell are you doing here!? Get that f---ing camera out of my face!
[Stonewall stands up and begins to rush the cameraman. The cameraman backs up, but can do nothing to get away. Stonewall wraps his hands around the neck of the cameraman, and begins to squeeze.]
Stonewall: I'll teach you to snoop around and film things any time you want!
[Suddenly, Stonewall releases his grip. He gets a small smirk on his face. He begins to laugh a little. The gasping of the cameraman is still audible.]
Stonewall: Actually, there might be some use for you after all. Come on, follow me into my dressing room.
[Stonewall heads towards the dressing room, and the cameraman just stands there. Stonewall turns around.]
Stonewall: What, do you want me to choke you again?
[The cameraman begins to follow. The get in the dressing room. Stonewall gets two chairs, and makes the cameraman sit down. Stonewall sits in the other chair.]
Stonewall: What you saw out there was the anguish of a dangerous man. An uncontrollable feeling that results in only destruction. However, you now see the calm in the middle. It won't be long before this feeling rushes back. It could be tomorrow, it could be next week. It's unpredictable. However, I have a few things to speak on. First, the newcomer that can't keep his nose out of my business.
[Stonewall grabs a water bottle, and takes a drink. He then continues.]
Stonewall: Roy Douglass, you made one of the largest mistakes of your career. I've heard that Eddy Outlaw is your companion, but then all of a sudden it gives you the right to come out and screw me over? No, it really doesn't. You have no idea who or what your dealing with, being the newcomer. Heck, I may have only been here five weeks myself, but I know better than to cause trouble my first week in. Now the deed is done, and you've sown your seeds. There is an old saying that goes, "You reap what you sow." Well Douglass, you will be reaping that very soon. Prepare for hell, because it has only begun.
Stonewall: Now onto the cowboy duo of Eddy Outlaw and Dakota Dave. Outlaw, you still have zero respect for me. After all that talk, after that I'm better than you s---, you needed help to beat me. You couldn't beat me on your own, and that's just the plain truth. You required not one, but two bumbling idiots to take me down. First, your little clone Roy Douglass. Then you've got your lacky blasting me with a chairshot into your SUNSET. Your lucky I was more worried about straightening things out with Allison after the match, because you would have been left for dead afterwards. You may have given me the first pin in my career, but like every other person who holds a win over me, it is a tainted one.
Stonewall: Which brings me down to this point. Eddy Outlaw, I see a rematch in your future. Maybe not next week, but soon. And I will make sure that little f--- Dakota Dave doesn't come to ringside. It has only just begun, and I always have the final word! You've taken more than you can handle, and now it will overwhelm you. Just let those thoughts go through your mind, and when it comes to Stonewall/Outlaw II, the victor will be me!
Stonewall: Now onto Outlaw's lacky, Dave. You, just like Roy Douglass, made a huge mistake. And Dave, you're in an even worse position. Your not a wrestler, just some underweight wimp. I could rip your spine out of your back, and you couldn't do anything about it. I will let you know just how much an interference on me will cost you. Laugh about it know, but once I'm through with you, it would be lucky if you could even talk.
[Stonewall takes a piece of paper out of his pocket.]
Stonewall: This here is the letter that Allison had. Now that I see it, it all makes sense to me. Here is what it says in full:
Dear Jason,
Hi, how's wrestling going? I heard that you have been having some trouble as of late, mostly because of your character. It doesn't matter though, I still love you, and I know that you love me. Guess what? I've become a dancer! My lifelong dream is finally coming true! I was accepted to dance in a traveling theatre! Isn't that great!? I hope that you can come to see me perform one of these days. Anyway, I've got to cut this letter a little short, I've got things to do. I love you!
May 7th, 1994
Stonewall: There you go. Had she bothered to read the bottom of the letter, she would have noticed it is dated May 7th, 1994. Though, she must have been so mad that by that point she wasn't paying attention. This is an old love letter from six years ago! Susan is now my ex-girlfriend, and has been for five years! I don't know where she found this or how, but if I point this out to her, she'll definitely understand. Anyway, the reason the letter says I wrestle was because I was in indy leagues at the time. I was known as The Exconvict, and I was doing horribly. Thus the "...having some trouble as of late, mostly because of your character." I have no idea how I'm going to explain this to her, because I doubt she will come to another event. My real hope is that she sees this tape once it is aired on television.
[Stonewall puts the letter in his pocket and starts to collect his stuff and put it in the gym bag.]
Stonewall: Either way, Japan is my next destination. My only hope of explaining to Allison is over the phone, because she won't be there. Or maybe...
[Stonewall gets an idea. He jots it down on a piece of paper and puts it in his other pocket.]
Stonewall: Hopefully I'll have that taken care of. I guess I better leave, I need some sleep. Then I've got to hit the gym, and then take a flight to Japan.
[Stonewall leaves the room with his gym bag as the camera fades to black.]