Only mere hours before 4 men feel true fear and terror!
[The camera turns on to view a busy Manitoba city. It is about 3:00 PM, and many busy people are returning from late lunch breaks back to their jobs. Cars occasionally rush back and forth, trying to get back before their bosses realize they've stayed out a little too late. The camera turns back and sees Alastor Stonewall leaning against a brick wall of a large bank. He looks into the camera.] Stonewall: So, less than 7 hours until Thursday Night Explosion. And it makes sense enough that Tito would come out and spew forth some more senseless words just to try and make him look like the better man. It's just pathetic. [Stonewall stops leaning on the wall. A couple of people walk by the camera, and one glances back over his shoulder to see what's going on. Stonewall takes a couple steps forward, and begins walking down the sidewalk. The cameraman follows.] Stonewall: Tito, while you waste time playing baseball, I have been preparing for our match. I'm disappointed. I expected slightly more out of you. Baseball won't prepare you for tonight. And talking with that dips--- Mike isn't helping matters. He's the only person you've been hanging around with for the past couple of days. I bet John Moose is getting jealous Tito. I'd watch out. And speaking of John... [Stonewall stops walking and takes out a small can of shoe polish. He opens it up. Instead of shoe polish, there are ashes in it.] Stonewall: See these ashes Tito? They are Harry Moose's few remains. I gathered them up after the camera shut off. However, I do not plan on making this the permanent resident of this empty can. Instead, I plan to replace these ashes. [Stonewall closes the lid, and puts it back in his jean pocket. He continues walking down the sidewalk.] Stonewall: Tito, even someone of your mental capacity can figure out what I'm hinting at. Of course, I plan to put John's ashes into this can. You constantly plead that a chainsaw will not be allowed in an arena. Who says I'm gonna bring it in my hands to the match? I could have already hid it, I could pay off the ref to keep it concealed and not search for it. There are so many things I could do, so many possibilities. Maybe you'll get lucky, maybe it won't even be there, but I'll try within all my power to make sure it is available to me at the correct time. However, I don't plan on using it on a human. You may say that John is a person too, but I won't buy that bulls---. [Stonewall stops at a crosswalk. After the "WALK" sign displays, Stonewall crosses. He resumes talking.] Stonewall: And something else stuns me about your little battleplan for tonight. You're actually trying to not get me eliminated first! That stumps me, because I am the most dangerous person in this whole matchup! You should want me out of the way! Jesus, I'm gonna try as hard as possible to get you eliminated first, because God knows just how pathetic the rest of the bunch of slackers in the matchup are! To end your career would be funny as hell! I can imagine it now, you laying there crying, "I bwew my cwance! I'm owt of the bwig leagues!" [A person approaches Stonewall and taps him on the shoulder. It is a good looking woman. Stonewall feels an intense knot in his stomach when he looks at her.] Woman: Sorry to bother you... Stonewall: Oh um... not a problem. Woman: Could you please tell me where the bank is? [Stonewall's stomach knot goes away and is filled with humiliation.] Stonewall: (hiding feelings) It's over there. [The woman walks away, not even saying "Thank You". Stonewall rubs his face, but then remembers he is being filmed. He quickly yells at the cameraman.] Stonewall: You better edit that part out!! CameraMan: Sorry, no can do. This is live! [Stonewall becomes visibly angry. However, he contains it and continues on his previous subject.] Stonewall: Alright, back to business. Tito, it's going to be a pleasure tearing you limb from limb, breaking your bones, ripping your skin, battering your body! For your sake, you better be serious when you said that your body can take a lot of punishment, because that's just a small sample of what will happen to you once the night is out. [Stonewall arrives at a corner. There is a limo with a man standing outside holding a sign saying "Jason Gallant". Stonewall walks over to him, talks a little, and gets in the limo. Jason Gallant is of course Alastor Stonewall's real name. The CameraMan also gets in the limo.] Stonewall: Now, onto a few other pressing matters at hand. Namely, the "Assassin" Karl Davis. You better think twice about your Hardcore nature, because its going to get you in a lot of trouble. From personal experience, most hardcore wrestlers I've seen are slow and lack thinking skills in a matchup because of one too many chairshots. So, while you slowly set me up in say, a brainbuster, I'll have you on the ground two seconds later. Why, because I'll reverse it God dammit! I may be big, but I have more agility than you could ever hope for. I'm not a luchidore, but you get the idea. Same thing goes if you take a stop sign. As you swing backwards to gain momentum, I'll just kick you in the stomach, then piledrive you! You see, I've worked through many scernarios in my head, and I've found a counter for every single one. So, just try and attack me, I dare ya! It'll be your biggest mistake ever. And drop the "I've been here the longest, and I've barely ever lost!" whining spiel. After tonight, that's gonna change as I add a loss to your record. Got that? Good. [The limo comes to a stop. The driver gets out and opens the door. Stonewall and the CameraMan step out. They are outside of the Winnipeg Stadium. Stonewall walks up to the building, and then turns around.] Stonewall: And then there's Live Wire, and Sam Natas. Basically, these guys don't have a chance. They've both shown their underbellies, and they were a curious shade of yellow. I haven't even heard a peep from Sam Natas. And from what I hear, he's supposed to be the satanic bastard that everyone tries to stop. Heh, stopping him will probably be one of the easiest things in my career. Live Wire won't fare any better. He can claim he's hardcore, but I'll claim that's he is a "No Talent". I'm willing to wager a possibility that maybe Sam Natas and Live Wire will be pinned at the same time, causing them both to be fired! However, I still think I'll try and get Tito eliminated first, he's managed to annoy me the most out of anyone. [Stonewall enters the stadium, and checks in with one of the staff. He is told to go downstairs. He goes downstairs and walks around. Stonewall checks his watch. It's about 4:00. The interview wasn't an hour long, its just that the camera was turned off in the limo for about 20 minutes after Stonewall stopped talking.] Stonewall: Well, its only a few more hours before the darkmatches start. I've got a few things to do beforehand. So, I'll wrap this up. Tito, Karl Davis, Live Wire, Sam Natas, your all in for quite a ride tonight. You can say that you all can topple walls, but that won't be the case. It I fall, it will be on top of all of you, for the 3 count. It's simple as that, and I hope you all are ready, because I'm more than ready to take you all on! [Stonewall stops out in front of his dressing room. He opens it, and goes in. The CameraMan begins to follow, but Stonewall stops him.] Stonewall: Oh no, no way your going to be in here! Go find something else to do! [Stonewall shuts the door, and the camera is left staring at the name tag "Alastor Stonewall". The scene slowly fades to black.]
[The camera turns on to view a busy Manitoba city. It is about 3:00 PM, and many busy people are returning from late lunch breaks back to their jobs. Cars occasionally rush back and forth, trying to get back before their bosses realize they've stayed out a little too late. The camera turns back and sees Alastor Stonewall leaning against a brick wall of a large bank. He looks into the camera.]
Stonewall: So, less than 7 hours until Thursday Night Explosion. And it makes sense enough that Tito would come out and spew forth some more senseless words just to try and make him look like the better man. It's just pathetic.
[Stonewall stops leaning on the wall. A couple of people walk by the camera, and one glances back over his shoulder to see what's going on. Stonewall takes a couple steps forward, and begins walking down the sidewalk. The cameraman follows.]
Stonewall: Tito, while you waste time playing baseball, I have been preparing for our match. I'm disappointed. I expected slightly more out of you. Baseball won't prepare you for tonight. And talking with that dips--- Mike isn't helping matters. He's the only person you've been hanging around with for the past couple of days. I bet John Moose is getting jealous Tito. I'd watch out. And speaking of John...
[Stonewall stops walking and takes out a small can of shoe polish. He opens it up. Instead of shoe polish, there are ashes in it.]
Stonewall: See these ashes Tito? They are Harry Moose's few remains. I gathered them up after the camera shut off. However, I do not plan on making this the permanent resident of this empty can. Instead, I plan to replace these ashes.
[Stonewall closes the lid, and puts it back in his jean pocket. He continues walking down the sidewalk.]
Stonewall: Tito, even someone of your mental capacity can figure out what I'm hinting at. Of course, I plan to put John's ashes into this can. You constantly plead that a chainsaw will not be allowed in an arena. Who says I'm gonna bring it in my hands to the match? I could have already hid it, I could pay off the ref to keep it concealed and not search for it. There are so many things I could do, so many possibilities. Maybe you'll get lucky, maybe it won't even be there, but I'll try within all my power to make sure it is available to me at the correct time. However, I don't plan on using it on a human. You may say that John is a person too, but I won't buy that bulls---.
[Stonewall stops at a crosswalk. After the "WALK" sign displays, Stonewall crosses. He resumes talking.]
Stonewall: And something else stuns me about your little battleplan for tonight. You're actually trying to not get me eliminated first! That stumps me, because I am the most dangerous person in this whole matchup! You should want me out of the way! Jesus, I'm gonna try as hard as possible to get you eliminated first, because God knows just how pathetic the rest of the bunch of slackers in the matchup are! To end your career would be funny as hell! I can imagine it now, you laying there crying, "I bwew my cwance! I'm owt of the bwig leagues!"
[A person approaches Stonewall and taps him on the shoulder. It is a good looking woman. Stonewall feels an intense knot in his stomach when he looks at her.]
Woman: Sorry to bother you...
Stonewall: Oh um... not a problem.
Woman: Could you please tell me where the bank is?
[Stonewall's stomach knot goes away and is filled with humiliation.]
Stonewall: (hiding feelings) It's over there.
[The woman walks away, not even saying "Thank You". Stonewall rubs his face, but then remembers he is being filmed. He quickly yells at the cameraman.]
Stonewall: You better edit that part out!!
CameraMan: Sorry, no can do. This is live!
[Stonewall becomes visibly angry. However, he contains it and continues on his previous subject.]
Stonewall: Alright, back to business. Tito, it's going to be a pleasure tearing you limb from limb, breaking your bones, ripping your skin, battering your body! For your sake, you better be serious when you said that your body can take a lot of punishment, because that's just a small sample of what will happen to you once the night is out.
[Stonewall arrives at a corner. There is a limo with a man standing outside holding a sign saying "Jason Gallant". Stonewall walks over to him, talks a little, and gets in the limo. Jason Gallant is of course Alastor Stonewall's real name. The CameraMan also gets in the limo.]
Stonewall: Now, onto a few other pressing matters at hand. Namely, the "Assassin" Karl Davis. You better think twice about your Hardcore nature, because its going to get you in a lot of trouble. From personal experience, most hardcore wrestlers I've seen are slow and lack thinking skills in a matchup because of one too many chairshots. So, while you slowly set me up in say, a brainbuster, I'll have you on the ground two seconds later. Why, because I'll reverse it God dammit! I may be big, but I have more agility than you could ever hope for. I'm not a luchidore, but you get the idea. Same thing goes if you take a stop sign. As you swing backwards to gain momentum, I'll just kick you in the stomach, then piledrive you! You see, I've worked through many scernarios in my head, and I've found a counter for every single one. So, just try and attack me, I dare ya! It'll be your biggest mistake ever. And drop the "I've been here the longest, and I've barely ever lost!" whining spiel. After tonight, that's gonna change as I add a loss to your record. Got that? Good.
[The limo comes to a stop. The driver gets out and opens the door. Stonewall and the CameraMan step out. They are outside of the Winnipeg Stadium. Stonewall walks up to the building, and then turns around.]
Stonewall: And then there's Live Wire, and Sam Natas. Basically, these guys don't have a chance. They've both shown their underbellies, and they were a curious shade of yellow. I haven't even heard a peep from Sam Natas. And from what I hear, he's supposed to be the satanic bastard that everyone tries to stop. Heh, stopping him will probably be one of the easiest things in my career. Live Wire won't fare any better. He can claim he's hardcore, but I'll claim that's he is a "No Talent". I'm willing to wager a possibility that maybe Sam Natas and Live Wire will be pinned at the same time, causing them both to be fired! However, I still think I'll try and get Tito eliminated first, he's managed to annoy me the most out of anyone.
[Stonewall enters the stadium, and checks in with one of the staff. He is told to go downstairs. He goes downstairs and walks around. Stonewall checks his watch. It's about 4:00. The interview wasn't an hour long, its just that the camera was turned off in the limo for about 20 minutes after Stonewall stopped talking.]
Stonewall: Well, its only a few more hours before the darkmatches start. I've got a few things to do beforehand. So, I'll wrap this up. Tito, Karl Davis, Live Wire, Sam Natas, your all in for quite a ride tonight. You can say that you all can topple walls, but that won't be the case. It I fall, it will be on top of all of you, for the 3 count. It's simple as that, and I hope you all are ready, because I'm more than ready to take you all on!
[Stonewall stops out in front of his dressing room. He opens it, and goes in. The CameraMan begins to follow, but Stonewall stops him.]
Stonewall: Oh no, no way your going to be in here! Go find something else to do!
[Stonewall shuts the door, and the camera is left staring at the name tag "Alastor Stonewall". The scene slowly fades to black.]