Learning the steetfight style...

[It is the dead of night. There had been a light shower, so there is the occasional dripping sound to break the silence. Down the alleyway, too shadows move closer to each other. One is dressed in a trench coat, and the other is dressed in ripped up jeans and a dirty black muscle shirt. The one in the trenchcoat is none other than Alastor Stonewall.]

Stonewall: So, your the guy that's gonna help me out? No offense, but I expected a little more...

[The man in the black muscle shirt kicks Stonewall swiftly in the shin.]

Stonewall: Ugh... So, I guess your the real deal, you know what to do best. Here you go, you remember our deal.

[Stonewall hands over $1000 to the man.]

Man: Don't think this is going to be easy, there is only one way to learn to streetfight, and that is actually fighting with another. I won't hurt ya, too bad.

Stonewall: Spare me your words of mercy, I know what I can take. And believe me, it'll be all the better once you teach me the way streetfighting should be done. Before we start, what's your name?

Man: Just call me "Geo".

[Stonewall takes off his trench coat, and tosses it next to a trash can. He puts his fists up, ready for an attack from "Geo".]

"Geo": Here, you may want to put these on before you even try to learn something.

["Geo" tosses Stonewall a pair of Brass Knuckles. Alastor puts them on, and then "Geo" comes charging at him. Stonewall attempts for a punch for the face, but "Geo" cuts him off with a kick to the gut followed with an uppercut to Stonewall's jaw.]

Stonewall: S---!

[Stonewall rubs his numb jaw.]

"Geo": Lesson number one, always let your enemy make the first strike, avoid it and hit them with everything you have!

Stonewall: Alright, I think I get what your saying.

[Stonewall starts to circle around "Geo" while facing him. "Geo" immediately comes running full speed. Stonewall dodges his punch and "Geo" is met with a swift right hook.]

"Geo" You learn quickly, but yo...

["Geo" punches Stonewall in the gut.]

"Geo": Lesson number two, in the world of street-fighting, there are no rules, and there are no such things as breaks! Now c'mon, hit me with what you've got!

[Stonewall stands full height, then punches quickly in "Geo"'s direction. He grabs Stonewall's wrist twists it, and gives him a backhand to the face.]

Stonewall: Damn it! I can't keep up with you!

"Geo": Aha, but remember, your opponent always has a weak point! Even I do! C'mon, your big and powerful, and I'm smaller than you, right there is a disadvantage!

[Stonewall thinks for a second, then lunges an attack towards "Geo". However, Stonewall retracts it, so "Geo"'s reversal misses while Stonewall delivers a double club to the back of his neck.]

Stonewall: You made a mistake "Geo"! [As "Geo" begins to speak, Stonewall gives him a jab to the gut. "Geo" forces a smile.]

"Geo": Heh... You've passed your first test. Now, using more exotic weapons, so to speak. See that trashcan, use it to your advantage!

[Stonewall starts using fisticuffs against "Geo". After about a minute, Stonewall gains control and leads "Geo" to the trash can. He throws him viciously into the trash can.]

"Geo": Your doing well, but there is so much more to learn...

[The night carries on, as the two battle in the darkness, Stonewall learning the art of streetfighting.]

[Stonewall is sitting on his hotel bed, matting down his face with a washcloth. When he takes it off his face, there are blood stains on the cloth. Stonewall's face is swollen around the left eye and his lip. Allison Larit is there, and she looks at him with a concerned and questioning look.]

Allison: Why did you have to go and do that? You could have gotten yourself seriously hurt, maybe even killed! Your not a street-fighter Jason, you've told me yourself!

Stonewall: Desperate times call for desperate measures Allison. You know about this Karl Davis guy I'm fighting, well he uses that exact same style. So, I think the best thing to do is learn to street-fight to have a better chance against him. I mean, I still know I could pull off a win against him. However, this only helps to guarantee a victory, as opposed to a fifty-fifty chance of either winning or lossing.

Allison: I see your point, but the last thing you need to do is hurt yourself. You need to be in good condition to wrestle Thursday!

Stonewall: Don't worry, I'll be fine in a couple days, the swelling will probably still be there, but the pain won't. In the meantime, I've gotta practice what I learned and continue to train in the gym. I've got a busy scheldue. But Allison, see my suitcase over there?

Allison: Yeah.

Stonewall: Look in it, there is a camcorder. I want you to record what I'm going to say.

Allison: Promo against Karl Davis?

Stonewall: You guessed it.

[Allison digs around and finds it. She holds it up and Stonewall looks into the camera. He begins by laughing slightly to himself.]

Stonewall: Heh heh heh... Karl Davis, you have no idea what I've been through these past four hours. It had to be the roughest training since my days in Stu Harts Dungeon. However, it was not in vain. Hell no, it was the beginning of the end for you. You see, my wounds will heal. However, the knowledge remains.

[Stonewall puts to a couple of bruises on his face.]

Stonewall: Compared to what you went through your entire life, and even in jail, this may seem like nothing. However, there is a reason I've only gotten a small amount of cuts and bruises. Because I learn fast. Too fast for you to be in a comfortable position come Thursday. If I were you, I'd count the days toward your fate on Thursday, because history repeats itself, and I will once again reign supreme over you!

[Stonewall lets out a deep breath, and resumes talking.]

Stonewall: Davis, I've heard you say that you've become so cold that you are able to end a man's life without a second thought. Well, try as you may Thursday, my life may not be ending. Actually, I still haven't slipped into killing mode yet. Ever since I got over that God damned depression, I've looked at life differently. I may value life more now than I did, however, the wrestling ring separates that from the task at hand. Disposing of you and continuing my path of extreme success in the WeWA. As you also stated, it's nothing personal, I've gained a respect for your ability after seeing your commendable performance on Dance With The Devil. But, you came off with a loss in the end, despite what could have happened in the darkness. Coming off a loss isn't easy, and it primes you for the next match, harboring your anger and despair. But, guess what, I love to take advantage of people who let their rage control them. They leave themselves wide open, a target for yet another failure. And in the ring, you no doubt will make that bad mistake, the one thing that causes you to trip up and fall flat on your face. I will defeat you Thursday, and then we'll move on with our lives, hopefully.

[Stonewall is about to motion Allison to kill the camera transmission, but then he adds.]

Stonewall: And as for Vital Operations, you can kiss my ass, because you are obviously you two are a bunch of pussies that are afraid to show yourselves, masked or unmasked, more than once! Hah, another couple of losers destined to be fired, I can't wait!

[Allison turns off the camera and sets it down on the table.]

Stonewall: So what now?

Allison: I think that I'll give you a little "encouragement" for Thursday night...

Stonewall: (smiling) Sounds like a plan!

[Allison walks into the bathroom to prepare to give Stonewall the encouragement she talked about.]