Make Steve Job -- by Alastor Stonewall
--- Outside a room in a recording studio --- [Alastor Stonewall is standing outside a door of a recording studio. He has a CD with him, and a page of lyrics to a song. A cameraman has come along to film what Alastor is up to. Stonewall himself is wearing a dark gray shirt and semi-baggy jeans.] Stonewall: I'm sure that by now the entire WeWA has seen or heard about the many parodies and skits that Steve likes to put on almost daily. And yes, I've seen them myself. I'll be unbiased and say that they aren't all that bad, but I know that I could do better, much better than he could. [Stonewall holds up the CD that he is holding.] Stonewall: First of all, this is going to be based on a heavy metal song, not rap. I have hear the background music to KoRn's Make Me Bad. However, it is no longer make me bad, it is now something a little different. [Stonewall holds up the lyrics sheet and the camera zooms in on it. The title of the song reads, "Make Steve Job -- by Alastor Stonewall"] Stonewall: Yep, you saw right. The song is called "Make Steve Job". Why such a name? Well, I'm sick and tired of Steve Sinister calling everyone that faces him a jobber. It's not like he's undefeated or something. This song is to drive the point home to him to just watch what you say, it'll come back to haunt you! [The door to the recording studio opens up, and a guy walks out.] Staff Member: Mr. Stonewall, we are ready for you. Please step into the recording booth and give us your CD for the background music. I hope you practiced this song, we do not tolerate frauds and people wasting our time. [Stonewall hands the Staff Member the CD] Stonewall: Yeah yeah. I'm only doing a single anyway. I bet that we won't need to do this more than once. Alright, here we go! [Stonewall steps into the recording booth. The cameraguy goes in the same room as the Staff Members so that he can record this. A microphone falls down in front of Alastor Stonewall. The music to the song starts and Stonewall begins to sing the lyrics.] Make Steve Job By: Alastor Stonewall There is a man named Sinister who runs... his big mouth Telling us what we should be Well I think really diff'rent He wears a title 'round his waist ( a title 'round his waist ) But that's about to change ( And I mean that! ) Thursday he'll be wishing That he stayed in the hos- pital! He'll feel the pain and suffering when he Wrestles me... He'll be humiliated when learning I made Steve job! He'll deny it happening And his fans will still cheer for him Just to satisfy his... huge ego Huge ego But he'll still lose the match ( he'll lose it really bad ) His belt, it'll belong to me! ( 'long to me... ) To dismantle the lies, that he spreads amongst us all! I will take my hands and wrap them around his brusied neck... He'll be forced to lose the match to me I.E. MAKE STEVE JOB! He will try and fight back against me to no avail He'll be pissed and taken aback when Stonewall MAKES STEVE JOB! I look forward to this Thursday really preparing To kick his ass and make Stevey to f---in DO THE JOB! (it'll do him good!) It will propell my career while his falls down... it will end (no more Steve) It will make me laugh when I watch Steve Really DO THE JOB! (He will do the job) (He will do the job) (He will do the job) (He will do the job) (He will do the job) (He will do the job) [Alastor Stonewall, satisfied with that cut that he did, steps out of the booth, and goes into the Staff Members room.] Stonewall: So, did you get all of that? Staff Member: Yeah, we got it all. You can pick up your CD in a couple days. Stonewall: Actually, send it to my house. I'll have no use for a CD single in Japan right now, the cameraman got everything he needed for right now. [Stonewall writes the address to his house down on a piece of paper and gives it to the Staff Member. He then pays the Staff Member.] Stonewall: Alright, thanks for letting me do this. It really will make a difference. [Stonewall shakes their hands and they head to the lobby. Stonewall turns around.] Stonewall: So Stevey, how did you like my little masterpiece? It's much better than "My name is Slim Stevey", that's for sure. You see, my song had a point, to prove and let you know what is going to happen to you on Thursday. Yours was just for laughs, and to see how many of your fans would piss their pants from laughing. As I admitted, I did indeed chuckle when you debuted the song, but that's where it ends. I've always shown you up, overshadowed you, and it makes no difference that its another ring, that ring belongs to me, and definitely isn't one that you've made famous! [Stonewall chuckles a little, then sits down on a couch. The cameraman does the same, to get a level shot.] Stonewall: Today is the day you get out of the hospital, isn't it, at least from what I heard. Or at least you have doctors clearance to cut interviews or something. Well, good for you. Bravo, let's all give Sinister a hand. Things are going to get a lot crazier now that Sinister will be returning soon. But, I will stop that craziness, because I can't stand it! [Stonewall punches one of the decorative pillows that were on the couch.] Stonewall: The skits that you do, the movies that you parody, the loser (Grappler) that you hang around with won't make a single difference. And as for Kid Evil, this match is between me and Sinister alone, don't even dare thinking about helping him out. There are already two people in the WeWA who have painted targets on their chests by screwing up one of my matches, and I would add another to that list in the blink of an eye if I felt it was warrented! This is YRW's only warning, so heed it well. [Stonewall randomly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a program from when he played his cornet at SpaZ's night club.] Stonewall: Let's switch gears for a moment, and I'll talk about someone who has caught my eye recently. That man is SpaZ FoRte, the man who injured Steve Sinister last week. First of all, I'm thanking you for letting me play at your night club, if you ever need me again, just call and I'll scheldue an appointment. As for your Fate deal, I couldn't help you there. But then again, your the one who put Sinister out for a week so we wouldn't have to listen to more mindless drivel, so thanks. It's just a shame that's it a large injury, because I would love to face Sinister at 100% to prove once and for all I am better than him. [Stonewall puts the program away.] Stonewall: I'd also like to take the time to welcome back Troy Flash. Flash, if something like that ever happens again, just call me. I would have helped bail you out. Since your facing that puke Roy Douglass, give it to him good, because he was crusing for a beatdown anyway. I'll definitely be looking at your match this Thursday, so prepare well. [Alastor Stonewall stands up.] Stonewall: Well, that's all for now. I've probably accomplished my goal of causing Sinister extreme grief, and he already is probably red in the face. Once he comes back, I can't wait to hear his reaction, because either way, it is going to be PRICELESS! [Stonewall laughs. He then stops and starts to leave the lobby, and the camera slowly fades to black as he is leaving.]
[Alastor Stonewall is standing outside a door of a recording studio. He has a CD with him, and a page of lyrics to a song. A cameraman has come along to film what Alastor is up to. Stonewall himself is wearing a dark gray shirt and semi-baggy jeans.]
Stonewall: I'm sure that by now the entire WeWA has seen or heard about the many parodies and skits that Steve likes to put on almost daily. And yes, I've seen them myself. I'll be unbiased and say that they aren't all that bad, but I know that I could do better, much better than he could.
[Stonewall holds up the CD that he is holding.]
Stonewall: First of all, this is going to be based on a heavy metal song, not rap. I have hear the background music to KoRn's Make Me Bad. However, it is no longer make me bad, it is now something a little different.
[Stonewall holds up the lyrics sheet and the camera zooms in on it. The title of the song reads, "Make Steve Job -- by Alastor Stonewall"]
Stonewall: Yep, you saw right. The song is called "Make Steve Job". Why such a name? Well, I'm sick and tired of Steve Sinister calling everyone that faces him a jobber. It's not like he's undefeated or something. This song is to drive the point home to him to just watch what you say, it'll come back to haunt you!
[The door to the recording studio opens up, and a guy walks out.]
Staff Member: Mr. Stonewall, we are ready for you. Please step into the recording booth and give us your CD for the background music. I hope you practiced this song, we do not tolerate frauds and people wasting our time.
[Stonewall hands the Staff Member the CD]
Stonewall: Yeah yeah. I'm only doing a single anyway. I bet that we won't need to do this more than once. Alright, here we go!
[Stonewall steps into the recording booth. The cameraguy goes in the same room as the Staff Members so that he can record this. A microphone falls down in front of Alastor Stonewall. The music to the song starts and Stonewall begins to sing the lyrics.]
There is a man named Sinister who runs... his big mouth Telling us what we should be Well I think really diff'rent
He wears a title 'round his waist ( a title 'round his waist ) But that's about to change ( And I mean that! ) Thursday he'll be wishing That he stayed in the hos- pital!
He'll feel the pain and suffering when he Wrestles me... He'll be humiliated when learning I made Steve job!
He'll deny it happening And his fans will still cheer for him Just to satisfy his... huge ego Huge ego
But he'll still lose the match ( he'll lose it really bad ) His belt, it'll belong to me! ( 'long to me... ) To dismantle the lies, that he spreads amongst us all!
I will take my hands and wrap them around his brusied neck... He'll be forced to lose the match to me I.E. MAKE STEVE JOB!
He will try and fight back against me to no avail He'll be pissed and taken aback when Stonewall MAKES STEVE JOB!
I look forward to this Thursday really preparing To kick his ass and make Stevey to f---in DO THE JOB! (it'll do him good!)
It will propell my career while his falls down... it will end (no more Steve) It will make me laugh when I watch Steve Really DO THE JOB!
(He will do the job) (He will do the job) (He will do the job) (He will do the job) (He will do the job) (He will do the job)
[Alastor Stonewall, satisfied with that cut that he did, steps out of the booth, and goes into the Staff Members room.]
Stonewall: So, did you get all of that?
Staff Member: Yeah, we got it all. You can pick up your CD in a couple days.
Stonewall: Actually, send it to my house. I'll have no use for a CD single in Japan right now, the cameraman got everything he needed for right now.
[Stonewall writes the address to his house down on a piece of paper and gives it to the Staff Member. He then pays the Staff Member.]
Stonewall: Alright, thanks for letting me do this. It really will make a difference.
[Stonewall shakes their hands and they head to the lobby. Stonewall turns around.]
Stonewall: So Stevey, how did you like my little masterpiece? It's much better than "My name is Slim Stevey", that's for sure. You see, my song had a point, to prove and let you know what is going to happen to you on Thursday. Yours was just for laughs, and to see how many of your fans would piss their pants from laughing. As I admitted, I did indeed chuckle when you debuted the song, but that's where it ends. I've always shown you up, overshadowed you, and it makes no difference that its another ring, that ring belongs to me, and definitely isn't one that you've made famous!
[Stonewall chuckles a little, then sits down on a couch. The cameraman does the same, to get a level shot.]
Stonewall: Today is the day you get out of the hospital, isn't it, at least from what I heard. Or at least you have doctors clearance to cut interviews or something. Well, good for you. Bravo, let's all give Sinister a hand. Things are going to get a lot crazier now that Sinister will be returning soon. But, I will stop that craziness, because I can't stand it!
[Stonewall punches one of the decorative pillows that were on the couch.]
Stonewall: The skits that you do, the movies that you parody, the loser (Grappler) that you hang around with won't make a single difference. And as for Kid Evil, this match is between me and Sinister alone, don't even dare thinking about helping him out. There are already two people in the WeWA who have painted targets on their chests by screwing up one of my matches, and I would add another to that list in the blink of an eye if I felt it was warrented! This is YRW's only warning, so heed it well.
[Stonewall randomly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a program from when he played his cornet at SpaZ's night club.]
Stonewall: Let's switch gears for a moment, and I'll talk about someone who has caught my eye recently. That man is SpaZ FoRte, the man who injured Steve Sinister last week. First of all, I'm thanking you for letting me play at your night club, if you ever need me again, just call and I'll scheldue an appointment. As for your Fate deal, I couldn't help you there. But then again, your the one who put Sinister out for a week so we wouldn't have to listen to more mindless drivel, so thanks. It's just a shame that's it a large injury, because I would love to face Sinister at 100% to prove once and for all I am better than him.
[Stonewall puts the program away.]
Stonewall: I'd also like to take the time to welcome back Troy Flash. Flash, if something like that ever happens again, just call me. I would have helped bail you out. Since your facing that puke Roy Douglass, give it to him good, because he was crusing for a beatdown anyway. I'll definitely be looking at your match this Thursday, so prepare well.
[Alastor Stonewall stands up.]
Stonewall: Well, that's all for now. I've probably accomplished my goal of causing Sinister extreme grief, and he already is probably red in the face. Once he comes back, I can't wait to hear his reaction, because either way, it is going to be PRICELESS!
[Stonewall laughs. He then stops and starts to leave the lobby, and the camera slowly fades to black as he is leaving.]