Whoever thought coming off a win or a good performance could suck so much.

[It is only about a half an hour after Thursday Night Explosion ended. Alastor Stonewall is pacing around his dressing room like a madman, looking this way and that, and also muttering to himself. Then, Troy Flash, who came off a loss from Snake Eyes, spots Stonewall who is noticeably upset. He walks in the room.]

Alastor Stonewall: Troy, if you know what is good for you, you’ll get out of here right now!

[Stonewall picks up his chair, and tosses it against the wall.]

Alastor Stonewall: Tonight sucked bad, my girlfriend is mad at me for God knows what reason, and that idiot Sam Natas and the man in the motorcycle helmet f---ed things up more! Jesus, I can’t take much more of this!

[Stonewall grabs the coffee table and threatens to throw it in Troy’s direction.]

Troy Flash: Come on Jason, you’ve got to calm down! Breaking stuff isn’t going to make things any easier!

Alastor Stonewall: Says who? I’m pissed, and I’m going to take it out on something right now, mind as well make sure it’s not living, because I’m ready to kill someone right now!

[Stonewall then drops the table, and falls to his knees, his face drops into his hands. Stonewall isn’t sobbing, but he is overwhelmed with emotional distraught. Meanwhile, Troy Flash goes out in the hall and grabs two folding chairs. He brings them into Stonewall’s locker room and sets them down, so that they are facing each other.]

Troy Flash: Now c’mon Jason, take a seat. Let’s figure things out from the beginning. I brought a tape with me of what happened during the match, since it was probably a blur to you…

[Stonewall takes a seat, and Troy puts the video tape in the VCR. He turns the tape on, grabs a remote, and starts it up.]

(Stonewall climbs the turnbuckles one by one and raises both fists into the air. Looking down at ringside, Stonewall gives the thumbs up to his girlfriend Allison Lariat, and looking down at a mysterious piece of paper, looks on hard.)

Alastor Stonewall: I remember that part. What the hell is up with that piece of paper she had though? She was looking at it whenever I glanced over to her seat.

Troy Flash: I really don’t know. Let’s continue with what other key happenings in the match.

(Over and over and over again, Alastor pounds away until Davis broken down to one knee. Knee to the face makes this match even and Stonewall tosses Davis back into the ring along with a steel chair. Alastor winks at girl friend and holding a piece of paper up, she replies, "We need to talk")

Alastor Stonewall: This was probably the last thing I really remember about this match before things got really confusing. Something was on that paper, something important. F---, I wish I had grabbed the paper from her and read what it said!

Troy Flash: Well, there is no use in trying to change the past, but I think you should have talked to her, I mean she was your girlfriend…

Alastor Stonewall: Troy, don’t be dumb. I was in the middle of a matchup with a f---ing madman, that would be the last thing I would want to do at that moment!

Troy Flash: Yeah, that’s a point. But, here is where things get REALLY confusing…

(Karl attempts to stand but each time he does, Alastor kicks at the knee, keeping his distance in a safe game of hit and run. Foot sweep sends the big man down and crowd cheers the maneuver. Suddenly down the isle comes Sam Natas and dragging behind him, ten pounds of Sledge. Smiling as he approaches ringside, he grabs Allison by the hair and jamming his tongue into her mouth, forces a kiss. Stonewall hears the screams and turning to help his girlfriend, is struck down by "ASSASSINATION "[Turning Choke slam])

Alastor Stonewall: THAT’S what Natas was doing? That f---ing dickhead! I’m going to kill that motherf---er!

[Stonewall stands up and picks up his folding chair. He begins to repeatedly hit the wall with him, uttering cursing following by Sam Natas.]

Troy Flash: Jason, calm down! I know your pissed, but we need to think rationally if we want to piece this complex puzzle together!

[Breathing hard, Stonewall stops hitting the wall, and unfolds the now dented chair. He sits down on it.]

(Before the referee can hit the mat for a third time, Sam Natas lowers the sledge across Davis's back. Troy Flash comes running down the isle and as Natas goes to hit Stonewall, Troy connects with a low double drop kick to the knee. Body slam on the steel chair and suddenly Troy starts to wave into the crowd. Like a lighten bolt, a person in a motorcycle helmet climbs the ropes and fly half way across the ring with a high flying Tennessee jam! 1.. 2.. 3!!!!)

Alastor Stonewall: So, that’s what happened there! Hey Troy, thanks for saving me. I guess it was a good idea to tip you in on Natas possibly trying to attack me.

Troy Flash: No problem man. I’m always willing to lend a hand and help out.

Alastor Stonewall: Anyway, what was with that guy in the motorcycle helmet? Did you wave for him to come into the ring?

Troy Flash: No I didn’t. I was just waving to the crowd cause I stopped Natas from smashing you with that SLEDGEhammer. I’m not lying to you when that motorcycle guy was a complete coincidence in showing up…

Alastor Stonewall: Well, I guess your story seems like it checks out there. Anyway, I won the match. Although I know that I could have taken him myself, too much happened, and that is not the part that bothers me the most.

Bytchoff: Huh yourself Ryan. Take a look at the replay! When all the hoop la breaks out, it's Stonewall placing his hand on Davis's chest with the referee right in position. Well the man with the motorcycle helmet is gone, and as Troy helps Alastor to his feet, it looks like Allison screaming something.

Allison: Screw that Troy! He cheated on me and this letter proves it!

(Reaching back, Allison slaps the dazed Alastor in the face and turns walking away. Troy tries to stop Stonewall, when from behind, Karl Davis drills both men over the head with a steel chair. Wrapping his hands around the neck of Alastor Stonewall, Karl begins to squeeze until Stonewall passes out!)

[Stonewall winces a little when seeing that for the second time.]

Alastor Stonewall: Why did she say “Screw that Troy!”?

Troy Flash: I think it was because of me helping you up, and then she basically saying “Drop that piece of trash!”

Alastor Stonewall: Watch it Troy…

Troy Flash: I didn’t mean that as an insult Jason! I was explaining why I think she did that.

Alastor Stonewall: *sigh* I don’t know what to do Troy. She was the first person I trusted in months, and now she thinks I’m cheating on her! Why the hell would I do such a thing like that? Doesn’t she know I would never hurt her?

Troy Flash: I can’t answer that question for you, but it would be in your best interests to find out what was on that letter.

Alastor Stonewall: Yeah, maybe I’ll try calling on her cell phone later. Oh yeah, tough loss tonight Troy. Sorry I couldn’t make it to ringside to watch your match, I was still regaining consciousness after that Karl Davis chokehold. You worked really hard for that match, it must have been a letdown to lose the way you did.

Troy Flash-It happens to the best of us, and the worst of us. I’ll eventually be in the spotlight; I’ll have my day in the sun, and then I’ll bask in the power I will have. I guess this isn’t my time yet. Like I said earlier last week, it was premature fate.

[Now, more of conducting an interview, Troy looks into the camera…

Well, Snake Eyes. I just have a few things to say about you…

[Something goes through Troy as he begins to talk, as sudden rush of anger, but he controls it as he has stronger emotions for another feeling.]

Troy Flash-Alright, Snake, you defeated me, fair and square. As far as the dangling belt is concerned, I didn’t have anything to do with that, and I hope this clears me from your stolen title suspects. I gave it my all and when all the smoke cleared, I didn’t live up to my promise, and that promise was to defeat you. You caught me by surprise and Snake, of what respect I have to give you have earned it.

Troy Flash-Now as far as this man is concerned, I don’t want to have anything to do with him. I was just helping out a friend. This man is “The Assassin” Karl Davis. Now Karl, I realize what you are thinking. That just because I’ve been around this business for a long time, doesn’t mean that I can just waltz into a completely new federation to me, and start to main event. Well, I feel the same way. It caught me as a bit of a shock that I would face the world heavyweight champion in my second match. Komona must have been testing me to see how much I had in my tank, and how much effort I could give. I was out here every single day cutting mad-assed interviews. I even rewrote the rap song, “The Real Slim Shady”. But I had a feeling present during this matchup, that if I won, I was going to be a huge hit in the federation, but if I lost, then it would still propel my career in this federation by leaps and bounds. And according to this week’s Thursday Night Explosion, we’ll get to see if I’m really good enough to beat you! But if I’m not important thing for you to talk about, then you are not the most important thing for me to talk about.

Troy Flash-Now, as for Kid Evil, I have to hand it to him. He is one of the greatest athletes out there. He is the lightest man in this promotion and still doesn’t let himself get thrown around by the bigger men. I feel like a better man now that I have earned his respect. I am extremely sorry that you have lost your BACW Championship belt Kid, and I look forward to watching you retrieve it in the future. But, as a way of respect, I walked up to the merchandise vendor and bought a few shirts to wear this upcoming week.

[Troy reaches into his equipment bag, and pulls out a black shirt, but the words are not visible. He throws it on and it reads, “Smooth and Stevey: #1”.]

Troy Flash-Yes, I will be wearing a Youth Running Wild, Smooth and Stevey shirt all week. This is just to show how much of a Kid Evil and Steve Sinister fan I am. The only thing I fear is that since my career has been propelled now, that I don’t end up facing this excellent athlete.

Troy Flash-As for this tag team, Vital Operations, is concerned, you two men have finally met you match, huh? As soon as we laid a hand on you, both of you started to cry like babies about how we’re not getting a title shot from you. Well, you know what? I don’t want a title shot from you! You see, I’m not like SpaZ who doesn’t need gold to prove he’s that good. I just feel that at this date and time, the tag team division, well, basically sucks, and to hold those belts doesn’t do anything for my career. It’s a degrading title that I currently do not want to have anything to do with.

Troy Flash-Now, in the match between Alastor Stonewall and Karl Davis, I obviously rushed in to save my friend. But another person hit the ring, this man with the motorcycle helmet. Now, I don’t know who you think you are. Rookie or veteran, you don’t come messing around in my ring. I have a bit of my own plans, and you are not in any of those plans so, if you wanted attention from me, sorry, you aren’t getting it.


[Alastor Stonewall glances at the clock. He notices that over forty-five minutes have passed. He stands up and grabs his gym bag.]

Alastor Stonewall: Damn it’s late. Well Troy, thanks for talking things out with me, at least I feel a little better. I’ll talk to you some time later during the week then.

Troy Flash: Alright Jason. Thanks for listening to me as well. Talk to you later.

[Stonewall and Troy shake hands. Troy leaves the room. Stonewall keeps standing in the same place for a minute, still feeling depressed. Then finally, he leaves the room and heads for his rented car to take himself back to his now empty hotel room.]

Alastor Stonewall and Troy Flash