Facing a born killer on Thursday...
--- A Medium Sized Room Room, With Stuff Scattered Around --- [The camera is set up in the corner of the room. It is looking upon Alastor Stonewall, as he is slouching back in a wooden chair with his feet on a round table. Around him are various objects and weapons scattered about. Stonewall looks up as the camera zooms in on him, and he stares into the lens.] Stonewall: Life is about what you make of it. How you are raised, loved or not, whether you made a lot of friends, simply a few, or none at all. And your ambitions and goals. Ah yes, that makes up what I consider "life". Am I living my ambitions? Yes I am. Have I reached my goals? Hell no, not yet, but I plan on doing that as soon as I get my chance. [Alastor Stonewall stops slouching in his chair and sits up. He takes a deep breath and continues.] Stonewall: However, reaching your goals are not always that easy. Right now, my goal in the WeWA is to be recognized, and although I've obtained some, in no way do people see my true ability, I'm still have a long way to go. Shove me in the World Title situation right now. How many people would bet for me to win? Although I don't like to admit it, that number would be ridiculously low. I may be undefeated in the WeWA, and I haven't been beaten since March of this year. However, it makes no difference, I must wait out my chance, I know it will come, it ALWAYS does. [Stonewall stands up, and picks up a police club that was laying on the ground.] Stonewall: However, I think I am finally seeing the light at the end of my so far, relatively dark tunnel. You see, being in a match with the "Assassin" is a big step up for me. Although it's still debatable to who is the TRUE World Champion, this guy was in the title picture after all. Meaning I see him as my largest obstacle thus far. However, that doesn't mean that I'm gonna lose cause of that fact, heck no, it just is a stepping stone... [Stonewall whacks the police club into his left plam a couple times.] Stonewall: Let's see though, I think management has caught onto the fact that I detest hardcore matchups. F--- them, let them shove me into all the hardcore pits in the world! My fourth match is once again, a hardcore matchup. Am I pleased? No. But, it looks like that while I'm still making a name for myself, evolution is a necessity. See, I think it is time that I change things around a little. I'll try the hardcore game that I've been speaking out against the past three weeks. It's time I put management in their place and show them that putting me in unfavorable positions will not stop me! See my point? You can't stop me! I'll chance my style each and every week if need be, just to piss you off! [Stonewall sits down on the table and tosses the club behind him. It smashes and shatters a window pane that was against the wall behind him.] Stonewall: Three weeks ago, I would have said I had no respect for Karl Davis. In fact, I didn't, cause he his efforts in that five way matchup didn't impress me one bit. Also, that was because I was a slightly different person. However, times change, people change. Karl Davis, your efforts in the World Title match on Thursday did indeed catch my attention, and your one of the lucky few for me to stand up and notice. Take that for what it's worth. However, you did state it best with saying, "Respect goes out the window in the ring". Cause although you would love to see me bleed, cry out in agony, and ask for you to stop the match and spare me, it would be an empty desire. I don't give up like that, its for spineless whimps, and I think I've proven beyond a doubt I simply will never fall into that category. [Stonewall reaches off camera and picks up a long chain.] Stonewall: See this Davis? It's one of the many objects that will be no doubt scattered throughout the arena as we do battle. And as I stated, I am THROUGH playing nice, saying I will not use weapons in hardcore matchups. If I'm gonna survive, I gotta make a few changes for myself, and they will NOT work in your favor Davis. They only heighten my chances of success. [Stonewall stands up and swings the chain at the concrete wall. A large crack is made as some of the concrete falls off.] Stonewall: When it comes to weapons combat, I will admit that I'm still in the "green". However, nothing a little practice can't change, and some dealings with actual streetfighters couldn't hurt my dealings. You see, I always work to improve my game, I am an extremely accomplished wrestler, probably the best you'll ever lay eyes on, but I think its time to refine my style. You will be the first I test this style out against Davis, and you will scream in agony as I beat the s--- out of you, break your bones, tear at your flesh! I can see it now... [Stonewall goes off into a trance of sorts, but then snaps himself back into reality.] Stonewall: Oh, I was just imagining how Thursday's matchup will progress. But, I have to save that for later, because I will need to plan it out eventually. However, my first order of business is learning to beat you at your own game. And watch our Davis, cause I am one of the fastest learners you will EVER meet. [Stonewall looks around and sees a SLEDGEhammer lying in the corner. Stonewall picks it up and puts it over his shoulder. He then sits down on the table again.] Stonewall: Now Natas, don't make me laugh my ass off at your drivel. You've given me enough reason, that if I was Chairman, to fire you and take money away from you. I don't need to beat you a third time, because I'm tired of fighting talent-less fodder. I finally get my chance at some recongnition by facing Davis, your not gonna screw my chances now bud. And if you decide to get swing happy and interfere in my match, your gonna feel real PAIN bud, so stay away, far away. As far as I know, I'm done with you at the moment. Maybe when I'm something like Intercontinental or even World Champion, I'll give you the beating that is coming your way! [Stonewall puts the sledgehammer down in the corner.] Stonewall: Now, before I finish up, let me explain the whole Troy Flash/Alastor Stonewall alliance. You see, I'm sick and tired of lowlifes like Vital Operations coming in and stealing the glory from people who have to work their way up. These guys have never ever had a match, and already they hold the tag belts, for God knows what reason. I think the refs need to be fired, cause they have been making some horrible decisions lately. Troy and I have a common hatred, and that bonded us together. Plus, being former co-workers doesn't hurt matters. Now, if only my former "business partner" could be involved with us, what a team that would make, but I'll deal with that when the time arrives... [Stonewall collects his thoughts.] Stonewall: Karl Davis, I have something to tell you, I am no longer suffering from depression, despite what the HOTline or the announcers say. Meeting Allison has changed that, and it has only strengthened me. My life is shaping up, and I plan to only make it better, and I can do that by accomplishing my goals in the WeWA. Despite your warnings, Allison will be present, front row, cheering me on. She likes seeing me succeed, and I love the feeling of making her proud to know me. Although you are more than ready, I still recommend you take notes, because Thursday is going to be one hell of a fight, and things are going to go my way. I don't settle for defeat, and I am always true to my word. Thursday, I beat you in the hardcore matchup, done deal, story over. Life goes on afterward, but until then, count the days, cause defeat as of now is only four days away... [Stonewall laughs a little as he picks up a pair or brass knuckles. He puts it on his fist, and punches the round table right in the middle. The table splinters and is completely busted up in the middle. Stonewall laughs again as he leaves the room.]
[The camera is set up in the corner of the room. It is looking upon Alastor Stonewall, as he is slouching back in a wooden chair with his feet on a round table. Around him are various objects and weapons scattered about. Stonewall looks up as the camera zooms in on him, and he stares into the lens.]
Stonewall: Life is about what you make of it. How you are raised, loved or not, whether you made a lot of friends, simply a few, or none at all. And your ambitions and goals. Ah yes, that makes up what I consider "life". Am I living my ambitions? Yes I am. Have I reached my goals? Hell no, not yet, but I plan on doing that as soon as I get my chance.
[Alastor Stonewall stops slouching in his chair and sits up. He takes a deep breath and continues.]
Stonewall: However, reaching your goals are not always that easy. Right now, my goal in the WeWA is to be recognized, and although I've obtained some, in no way do people see my true ability, I'm still have a long way to go. Shove me in the World Title situation right now. How many people would bet for me to win? Although I don't like to admit it, that number would be ridiculously low. I may be undefeated in the WeWA, and I haven't been beaten since March of this year. However, it makes no difference, I must wait out my chance, I know it will come, it ALWAYS does.
[Stonewall stands up, and picks up a police club that was laying on the ground.]
Stonewall: However, I think I am finally seeing the light at the end of my so far, relatively dark tunnel. You see, being in a match with the "Assassin" is a big step up for me. Although it's still debatable to who is the TRUE World Champion, this guy was in the title picture after all. Meaning I see him as my largest obstacle thus far. However, that doesn't mean that I'm gonna lose cause of that fact, heck no, it just is a stepping stone...
[Stonewall whacks the police club into his left plam a couple times.]
Stonewall: Let's see though, I think management has caught onto the fact that I detest hardcore matchups. F--- them, let them shove me into all the hardcore pits in the world! My fourth match is once again, a hardcore matchup. Am I pleased? No. But, it looks like that while I'm still making a name for myself, evolution is a necessity. See, I think it is time that I change things around a little. I'll try the hardcore game that I've been speaking out against the past three weeks. It's time I put management in their place and show them that putting me in unfavorable positions will not stop me! See my point? You can't stop me! I'll chance my style each and every week if need be, just to piss you off!
[Stonewall sits down on the table and tosses the club behind him. It smashes and shatters a window pane that was against the wall behind him.]
Stonewall: Three weeks ago, I would have said I had no respect for Karl Davis. In fact, I didn't, cause he his efforts in that five way matchup didn't impress me one bit. Also, that was because I was a slightly different person. However, times change, people change. Karl Davis, your efforts in the World Title match on Thursday did indeed catch my attention, and your one of the lucky few for me to stand up and notice. Take that for what it's worth. However, you did state it best with saying, "Respect goes out the window in the ring". Cause although you would love to see me bleed, cry out in agony, and ask for you to stop the match and spare me, it would be an empty desire. I don't give up like that, its for spineless whimps, and I think I've proven beyond a doubt I simply will never fall into that category.
[Stonewall reaches off camera and picks up a long chain.]
Stonewall: See this Davis? It's one of the many objects that will be no doubt scattered throughout the arena as we do battle. And as I stated, I am THROUGH playing nice, saying I will not use weapons in hardcore matchups. If I'm gonna survive, I gotta make a few changes for myself, and they will NOT work in your favor Davis. They only heighten my chances of success.
[Stonewall stands up and swings the chain at the concrete wall. A large crack is made as some of the concrete falls off.]
Stonewall: When it comes to weapons combat, I will admit that I'm still in the "green". However, nothing a little practice can't change, and some dealings with actual streetfighters couldn't hurt my dealings. You see, I always work to improve my game, I am an extremely accomplished wrestler, probably the best you'll ever lay eyes on, but I think its time to refine my style. You will be the first I test this style out against Davis, and you will scream in agony as I beat the s--- out of you, break your bones, tear at your flesh! I can see it now...
[Stonewall goes off into a trance of sorts, but then snaps himself back into reality.]
Stonewall: Oh, I was just imagining how Thursday's matchup will progress. But, I have to save that for later, because I will need to plan it out eventually. However, my first order of business is learning to beat you at your own game. And watch our Davis, cause I am one of the fastest learners you will EVER meet.
[Stonewall looks around and sees a SLEDGEhammer lying in the corner. Stonewall picks it up and puts it over his shoulder. He then sits down on the table again.]
Stonewall: Now Natas, don't make me laugh my ass off at your drivel. You've given me enough reason, that if I was Chairman, to fire you and take money away from you. I don't need to beat you a third time, because I'm tired of fighting talent-less fodder. I finally get my chance at some recongnition by facing Davis, your not gonna screw my chances now bud. And if you decide to get swing happy and interfere in my match, your gonna feel real PAIN bud, so stay away, far away. As far as I know, I'm done with you at the moment. Maybe when I'm something like Intercontinental or even World Champion, I'll give you the beating that is coming your way!
[Stonewall puts the sledgehammer down in the corner.]
Stonewall: Now, before I finish up, let me explain the whole Troy Flash/Alastor Stonewall alliance. You see, I'm sick and tired of lowlifes like Vital Operations coming in and stealing the glory from people who have to work their way up. These guys have never ever had a match, and already they hold the tag belts, for God knows what reason. I think the refs need to be fired, cause they have been making some horrible decisions lately. Troy and I have a common hatred, and that bonded us together. Plus, being former co-workers doesn't hurt matters. Now, if only my former "business partner" could be involved with us, what a team that would make, but I'll deal with that when the time arrives...
[Stonewall collects his thoughts.]
Stonewall: Karl Davis, I have something to tell you, I am no longer suffering from depression, despite what the HOTline or the announcers say. Meeting Allison has changed that, and it has only strengthened me. My life is shaping up, and I plan to only make it better, and I can do that by accomplishing my goals in the WeWA. Despite your warnings, Allison will be present, front row, cheering me on. She likes seeing me succeed, and I love the feeling of making her proud to know me. Although you are more than ready, I still recommend you take notes, because Thursday is going to be one hell of a fight, and things are going to go my way. I don't settle for defeat, and I am always true to my word. Thursday, I beat you in the hardcore matchup, done deal, story over. Life goes on afterward, but until then, count the days, cause defeat as of now is only four days away...
[Stonewall laughs a little as he picks up a pair or brass knuckles. He puts it on his fist, and punches the round table right in the middle. The table splinters and is completely busted up in the middle. Stonewall laughs again as he leaves the room.]