Can't anyone get a little privacy anymore?
--- The Grand Canyon --- [Alastor Stonewall is standing at the Grand Canyon staring over the ledge, admiring the picturesque beauty of the area. His beard and eyepatch are back, along with the green dyed hair and beard. He is dressed in a windbreaker and long slightly baggy jeans. Next to him is Allison Larit, looking over the canyon with him.] Stonewall: You know, I look at things in a different light now that I've met you Allison. However, I don't plan on changing my style. Let those fools at the WeWA think I've gone "soft", it'll only be the next mistake that they make in their lives... Allison: Well, I always get to know the man behind all that, and I sure am lucky about that. Stonewall: Well, it seems that while I was gone, the people I'm scheldued to face, Roxanne and Sam Natas, decided to say a few choice words about me. Allison: You gonna do anything about it? Stonewall: What do you think? Hold on a second... [Stonewall walks over to a family that is also enjoying their time at The Grand Canyon. The father is filming his family with a camcorder. Stonewall approaches him.] Stonewall: Hey you! Come here, I have a deal to make with you. Father: What do you want? Stonewall: I told you to come over here. Believe me, you don't want me to do that for you! [The man slowly walks towards Stonewall. Stonewall reaches in his jean pocket and takes out his wallet. He takes out a $20 and shoves it in the man's hand.] Stonewall: There you go. Now, I want you to record me with all that video tape you have in that camcorder. That money I gave you is more than enough to get more, and to get something for yourself. Father: Why should I do that? Stonewall: Dammit! I don't need a reason! Just do it! [The man reluctantly agrees by nodding his head. He holds the camera up and begins filming Stonewall] Stonewall: Well, well, well, look what the sewer brought in! Sam Natas, the reject from "Hell" and Roxanne, the girl that just doesn't know when to call it quits. Damn, I won my match with Extreme, I shouldn't be facing these guys, I should Mike Johnson, not SpaZ Forte. Moreso, I shouldn't be wasting my time with these screwups. And Johnny Extreme's reward for losing is that he is getting a title shot? What kind of system are we living in here? Oh well, I'll get my chance, I'll show Komona that she can't screw me like this. But, since I can't change things right now, let's focus on the problems at hand. [Stonewall motions for Allison to set close to him so she can be seen on the camera. Stonewall gets a serious look on his face.] Stonewall: Roxanne, do you spy on me? Do you have people follow me around to find out the hell I'm doing? I think Extreme had this same problem, it looks like an epidemic of sorts that is festering throughout the WeWA. As far as I know, meeting my friend Allison was not on camera. No one followed me around, no one was around when me and her met. So how the f--- do you know about this huh? You must be one sick b----, because I even know what a limit is. You have no idea what beauty is. And I would definitely choose Allison over you, because she has you topped in both looks and personallity! Your just another floozy drooling over a wrestling superstar. Now, I have nothing against Snake Eyes, he's had nothing but praise for me, and for once in my life, I've actually given a little respect for someone, but this is between you and me Roxanne. [Allison taps on Stonewall's shoulder. She whispers in Stonewall's ear and he moves over a little. She is now in the center of the camera.] Allison: Roxanne, you think that you are the best of the best? Hah, don't make me laugh. I watched your interview while Jason was watching it, and believe me, I wasn't impressed. You should be in awe, this is a man that can't be put down. I've seen his courage, his heart, and his drive. Call me an ugly b---- all you want, I know I won't win Miss America, but in terms of the better athlete, I've got you topped! [Allison steps over and lets Stonewall resume talking.] Stonewall: I hope you paid attention Roxanne, because every word that came from her lips was absolutely true. I couldn't have said it better myself. I feel sorry for you, having to face me. Do you realize just how bad your going to be crushed? I'm stronger, faster, smarter, and all around better than you. There is a reason I've been undefeated for almost four months now, just do the math and your figure it out for yourself. And now that I've conquered some of my personal demons and overcome that God damn depression I was suffering from, I'm in better form than I ever have been. I can't be outwrestled, I can't be outmatched, and I definitely won't be beaten by you! I'm ready, are you? [Stonewall ends that with a laugh. He then resumes looking at the camera.] Stonewall: Now, on to Sam Natas, the man with a fetish for sledgehammers. First of all, here's a wakeup call, do you understand what a matchup is? All you do is run around talking about different people. Time to wake up and realize that your facing me, and that your lack of concentration is going to seriously hurt your performance. Hell, you didn't even show your face the last time our names were in the same brackets, and if I remember, I won that particular matchup. First of all, take that sledgehammer out of your ass, because it's clouding your judgement. You are not 'Satan'. Your just some smoe from Oklahoma that no one cares about. Damn, I wouldn't be surprised if your real name is John Smith. You act like you do to try and get attention, it's very noticable. First off, you think that I'm going to give sympathy to all those people you 'killed'? Sure, what we didn't see was you slipping one hundred dollar bills to everyone after the camera shut off. And drop the act with your toy hammer, cause I ain't buying it. It's your reputation your ruining, not mine. I wonder where Komona and mr. batee found these people, because I've never laughed so much at talent-less slop in my life. That's enough about you Natas, you should be happy I gave you the time of day. I have a few other things to address... Stonewall: Troy Flash "The Human Enigma". So, you finally pulled yourself out of a slump and came to a real federation. I haven't seen you since our VxW days. And from what I remember, I beat your ass pretty bad last time we met in the ring. Frankly, you've never beaten me, all five times we've been in the ring in one form or another. At least you have the sense to give credit where credit is due by saying that I am the greatest athlete to grace the ring. Eniggy, the monkey boy, as my former "business partner" always called you, say what you want about my personal life. You must have been talking to Roxanne, because as I stated, no camera's followed me around during my trip to Pittsburg, and I haven't told anyone about it yet, so get a life. But, I've always seen a sort of 'potential' in you, a sliver of me to be exact. Maybe you'll be as great as me someday, we'll just see. [Stonewall thinks for a second about any more pressing subjects at hand. He then remembers.] Stonewall: Ah yes, I think it would be great to comment about the other newcomer, Dark Demon... [Stonewall bursts out in laughter, and Allison helps Stonewall regain his composure.] Stonewall: You want me to join you and put aside my emotions? Kid, you have to be kidding me. I mean, you come here, not knowing a damn thing about me, and you think it would be in my favor to align with you? I guess I'll tell you now, you suck. Go home, I'm not scared of your ass. When I wrestle, I forget about emotions, I've been like that all my life. What I do before and afterwards is my own business. Your wasting TV time, money, and keeping real talent from joining. It's wrestlers like you that make me sick. What's worse, is you make no sense. All I would have to do is say some select quotes and you'd be more embarrassed than you ever thought possible. But, since I don't have to deal with you right now, I'll leave that up to Kid Cid and Troy, since I don't need them to rip off my material. [The red light on the camera begins to flash.] Father: Your gonna have to hurry up, the battery has almost run out. Stonewall: Quiet you! Roxanne and Natas, you have been chosen by Komona to face me at the PPV, and I must say, it's going to be the final thing you think of as I batter and bruise you throughout the night. Ask anyone who has faced me, hell, ask yourself Natas, I'm no pushover. As my name implies, I am the impenetrable wall, a fortress of power. Your career's might as well be over, because when it comes to me, you simply cannot succeed! [With that, the camera battery goes dead.] Father: That's it, the battery is dead. Stonewall: No worry, I've said everything I've needed to for now. [Stonewall walks over and opens up the camera and takes out the tape.] Stonewall: C'mon Allison, let's go send out this tape. Allison: Sure thing. [The two get into Stonewall's rented car and drive away from the Grand Canyon.]
--- The Grand Canyon ---
[Alastor Stonewall is standing at the Grand Canyon staring over the ledge, admiring the picturesque beauty of the area. His beard and eyepatch are back, along with the green dyed hair and beard. He is dressed in a windbreaker and long slightly baggy jeans. Next to him is Allison Larit, looking over the canyon with him.]
Stonewall: You know, I look at things in a different light now that I've met you Allison. However, I don't plan on changing my style. Let those fools at the WeWA think I've gone "soft", it'll only be the next mistake that they make in their lives...
Allison: Well, I always get to know the man behind all that, and I sure am lucky about that.
Stonewall: Well, it seems that while I was gone, the people I'm scheldued to face, Roxanne and Sam Natas, decided to say a few choice words about me.
Allison: You gonna do anything about it?
Stonewall: What do you think? Hold on a second...
[Stonewall walks over to a family that is also enjoying their time at The Grand Canyon. The father is filming his family with a camcorder. Stonewall approaches him.]
Stonewall: Hey you! Come here, I have a deal to make with you.
Father: What do you want?
Stonewall: I told you to come over here. Believe me, you don't want me to do that for you!
[The man slowly walks towards Stonewall. Stonewall reaches in his jean pocket and takes out his wallet. He takes out a $20 and shoves it in the man's hand.]
Stonewall: There you go. Now, I want you to record me with all that video tape you have in that camcorder. That money I gave you is more than enough to get more, and to get something for yourself.
Father: Why should I do that?
Stonewall: Dammit! I don't need a reason! Just do it!
[The man reluctantly agrees by nodding his head. He holds the camera up and begins filming Stonewall]
Stonewall: Well, well, well, look what the sewer brought in! Sam Natas, the reject from "Hell" and Roxanne, the girl that just doesn't know when to call it quits. Damn, I won my match with Extreme, I shouldn't be facing these guys, I should Mike Johnson, not SpaZ Forte. Moreso, I shouldn't be wasting my time with these screwups. And Johnny Extreme's reward for losing is that he is getting a title shot? What kind of system are we living in here? Oh well, I'll get my chance, I'll show Komona that she can't screw me like this. But, since I can't change things right now, let's focus on the problems at hand.
[Stonewall motions for Allison to set close to him so she can be seen on the camera. Stonewall gets a serious look on his face.]
Stonewall: Roxanne, do you spy on me? Do you have people follow me around to find out the hell I'm doing? I think Extreme had this same problem, it looks like an epidemic of sorts that is festering throughout the WeWA. As far as I know, meeting my friend Allison was not on camera. No one followed me around, no one was around when me and her met. So how the f--- do you know about this huh? You must be one sick b----, because I even know what a limit is. You have no idea what beauty is. And I would definitely choose Allison over you, because she has you topped in both looks and personallity! Your just another floozy drooling over a wrestling superstar. Now, I have nothing against Snake Eyes, he's had nothing but praise for me, and for once in my life, I've actually given a little respect for someone, but this is between you and me Roxanne.
[Allison taps on Stonewall's shoulder. She whispers in Stonewall's ear and he moves over a little. She is now in the center of the camera.]
Allison: Roxanne, you think that you are the best of the best? Hah, don't make me laugh. I watched your interview while Jason was watching it, and believe me, I wasn't impressed. You should be in awe, this is a man that can't be put down. I've seen his courage, his heart, and his drive. Call me an ugly b---- all you want, I know I won't win Miss America, but in terms of the better athlete, I've got you topped!
[Allison steps over and lets Stonewall resume talking.]
Stonewall: I hope you paid attention Roxanne, because every word that came from her lips was absolutely true. I couldn't have said it better myself. I feel sorry for you, having to face me. Do you realize just how bad your going to be crushed? I'm stronger, faster, smarter, and all around better than you. There is a reason I've been undefeated for almost four months now, just do the math and your figure it out for yourself. And now that I've conquered some of my personal demons and overcome that God damn depression I was suffering from, I'm in better form than I ever have been. I can't be outwrestled, I can't be outmatched, and I definitely won't be beaten by you! I'm ready, are you?
[Stonewall ends that with a laugh. He then resumes looking at the camera.]
Stonewall: Now, on to Sam Natas, the man with a fetish for sledgehammers. First of all, here's a wakeup call, do you understand what a matchup is? All you do is run around talking about different people. Time to wake up and realize that your facing me, and that your lack of concentration is going to seriously hurt your performance. Hell, you didn't even show your face the last time our names were in the same brackets, and if I remember, I won that particular matchup. First of all, take that sledgehammer out of your ass, because it's clouding your judgement. You are not 'Satan'. Your just some smoe from Oklahoma that no one cares about. Damn, I wouldn't be surprised if your real name is John Smith. You act like you do to try and get attention, it's very noticable. First off, you think that I'm going to give sympathy to all those people you 'killed'? Sure, what we didn't see was you slipping one hundred dollar bills to everyone after the camera shut off. And drop the act with your toy hammer, cause I ain't buying it. It's your reputation your ruining, not mine. I wonder where Komona and mr. batee found these people, because I've never laughed so much at talent-less slop in my life. That's enough about you Natas, you should be happy I gave you the time of day. I have a few other things to address...
Stonewall: Troy Flash "The Human Enigma". So, you finally pulled yourself out of a slump and came to a real federation. I haven't seen you since our VxW days. And from what I remember, I beat your ass pretty bad last time we met in the ring. Frankly, you've never beaten me, all five times we've been in the ring in one form or another. At least you have the sense to give credit where credit is due by saying that I am the greatest athlete to grace the ring. Eniggy, the monkey boy, as my former "business partner" always called you, say what you want about my personal life. You must have been talking to Roxanne, because as I stated, no camera's followed me around during my trip to Pittsburg, and I haven't told anyone about it yet, so get a life. But, I've always seen a sort of 'potential' in you, a sliver of me to be exact. Maybe you'll be as great as me someday, we'll just see.
[Stonewall thinks for a second about any more pressing subjects at hand. He then remembers.]
Stonewall: Ah yes, I think it would be great to comment about the other newcomer, Dark Demon...
[Stonewall bursts out in laughter, and Allison helps Stonewall regain his composure.]
Stonewall: You want me to join you and put aside my emotions? Kid, you have to be kidding me. I mean, you come here, not knowing a damn thing about me, and you think it would be in my favor to align with you? I guess I'll tell you now, you suck. Go home, I'm not scared of your ass. When I wrestle, I forget about emotions, I've been like that all my life. What I do before and afterwards is my own business. Your wasting TV time, money, and keeping real talent from joining. It's wrestlers like you that make me sick. What's worse, is you make no sense. All I would have to do is say some select quotes and you'd be more embarrassed than you ever thought possible. But, since I don't have to deal with you right now, I'll leave that up to Kid Cid and Troy, since I don't need them to rip off my material.
[The red light on the camera begins to flash.]
Father: Your gonna have to hurry up, the battery has almost run out.
Stonewall: Quiet you! Roxanne and Natas, you have been chosen by Komona to face me at the PPV, and I must say, it's going to be the final thing you think of as I batter and bruise you throughout the night. Ask anyone who has faced me, hell, ask yourself Natas, I'm no pushover. As my name implies, I am the impenetrable wall, a fortress of power. Your career's might as well be over, because when it comes to me, you simply cannot succeed!
[With that, the camera battery goes dead.]
Father: That's it, the battery is dead.
Stonewall: No worry, I've said everything I've needed to for now.
[Stonewall walks over and opens up the camera and takes out the tape.]
Stonewall: C'mon Allison, let's go send out this tape.
Allison: Sure thing.
[The two get into Stonewall's rented car and drive away from the Grand Canyon.]