It's just like old times, no? Enigma, the ever so hairy one, read now or you will die.
[The camera is recording in an area that looks terribly familiar. There is a faded blood stain on the ground, and a hole in a blue wall. It's the same place that Alastor Stonewall and Steve Sinister had been interviewed, and it is being cleaned up. The camera fades... --- Five hours later --- [A scene is all set up. The fence in the background is gone, and was replaced by flowing lava. There are lightning flashes going on in the background. Standing there is VxW Interviewer Harry Harty, set to do an interview. He begins to speak.] Harry: Welcome to another exclusive VxW Interview! I'm Harry Harty, substuiting for both Jake and Joe, as they have had some unfortunate... mishaps. My guest today is a newcomer, Jebodi... [Harry is cut short as Falling Away From Me by KoRn plays from a nearby stereo. Alastor Stonewall walks out to the interviewer, and grins at him with the "Your sh*t out of luck pal" look. The music fades away.] Harry: (nervously) Alastor Stonewall, umm.. how nice to see you! But I-I-I'm s-sorry, Jebodiah is my guest today. [Stonewall picks Harry up by the scruff of the shirt with his left hand and holds his right back in the air, ready to be released for a punch.] Stonewall: You were saying? Harry: Um.. there has been a change in plans. Please welcome my guest today, Alastor Stonewall! [Stonewall sets Harry down.] Stonewall: Thanks for me here Harry! Now, go on with your mindless questions, I don't have all day to attend to your every whim and will! Harry: O-okay Stonewall. Alright, what do you have to say about Enigma's latest comments, such as calling your mother a cheap whore, and saying that you have absolutely no talent? [Stonewall grows more serious, and snatches the microphone away from Harry.] Stonewall: Alright Enigma, you've had your fun. You came out here, mocked me, and had a good laugh. Haha. I pity you Enigma, I really do. Can't you see how ignorant you are? Can't you see how you are just in denial? In denial of what? you ask. Well, since someone like yourself that has the intelligence of a cow always needs a good direct explanation, I will give it to you. You are denying the fact that you even came close to beating me. In World extreme Wrestling, my memory recalls that you never put performed weak ass Holocaust on me. In fact, I was generally giving you a complete and unrelenting beatdown. Then comes Steve Sinister to save the day and demand a title shot. But that's enough of History Class today. Let's talk about the future. You simply haven't got a chance of winning. Hell, your chances of winning are so slim, you better just try winning the lottery, because you're more likely to win that than our match next week. But, I know your type. You think that maybe if you just try your hardest, you'll suceed. Well, that's not the way it's gonna be. To put it in Enigma terms, that means "yuo no win tihs tuesdya cmoing". Then, maybe you'll realize what talent really means, not your sorry idea that talent is having the most dumbass comments in one interview! Harry: Strong words, anything to say about your arch-nemesis Steve Sinister? Stonewall: Now that you bring it up, I do have a couple things to say about the Daddy of Wack(off) himself. You're afraid. You haven't gotten over your loss in WeW a month ago. I bet your still rubbing your head where that mop cracked your skull in two! How's those stitches Stevey (laughs)? That's the only reason you won't face me again, you're just afraid you will lose, and we all know your precious ego can't handle that. But, if you change your mind, and decide to let Stonewall put another loss on your record, then ask and thou shall receive. Harry: I've heard you've been campaigning about the World Title situation Stonewall. Any words you wish to speak to the World about it? Stonewall: As of now, no one in VxW knows how the World Title will be decided, save the management. I wish to give the management this message. I WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN THE WORLD TITLE DECISION! Got that? However you're going to decide it, be it a tournament, VxW War match, which is everyone in VxW going at it at the same time, or whatever else. Just put me in it. I guarantee you, I have what it takes to be the head wrestler of this federation. Thank you. Harry: Well, I guess they'll catch your drift and hopefully involve you. Well, I guess that's it, interviews over. [Harry begins to slowly slink away, but Stonewall catches on to what he is doing and grabs him.] Stonewall: Oh, you didn't think you were going to get away THAT easy did ya? Harry: S-Stonewall, what ever do you m-mean? Stonewall: Oh, I think you know what I mean. Harry: (frantically) Oh please don't Mr. Stonewall! I'll do anything! I'll be your personal servant, yeah that's it! I'll clean your costume, buy you green dye, and help you win matches! Stonewall: Sorry, not interested! [Stonewall tosses Harry into the background. But, instead of sticking through the blue screen, he keeps going. He falls into the moving lava stream, and is zapped by lightning. All that is left is a charred black skeleton floating away.] Stonewall: DAMN! I didn't know that was a real background! What happened to the blue screen? Looks like Mr. ViRuZ was trying to go for realism. Oh well, after he hears of this he'll probably go back to artifical backgrounds. [Stonewall calmly walks off the set, whistling his theme to himself as the rest of VxW grieves over the passing of Harry Harty.]
--- Five hours later ---
[A scene is all set up. The fence in the background is gone, and was replaced by flowing lava. There are lightning flashes going on in the background. Standing there is VxW Interviewer Harry Harty, set to do an interview. He begins to speak.] Harry: Welcome to another exclusive VxW Interview! I'm Harry Harty, substuiting for both Jake and Joe, as they have had some unfortunate... mishaps. My guest today is a newcomer, Jebodi... [Harry is cut short as Falling Away From Me by KoRn plays from a nearby stereo. Alastor Stonewall walks out to the interviewer, and grins at him with the "Your sh*t out of luck pal" look. The music fades away.] Harry: (nervously) Alastor Stonewall, umm.. how nice to see you! But I-I-I'm s-sorry, Jebodiah is my guest today. [Stonewall picks Harry up by the scruff of the shirt with his left hand and holds his right back in the air, ready to be released for a punch.] Stonewall: You were saying? Harry: Um.. there has been a change in plans. Please welcome my guest today, Alastor Stonewall! [Stonewall sets Harry down.] Stonewall: Thanks for me here Harry! Now, go on with your mindless questions, I don't have all day to attend to your every whim and will! Harry: O-okay Stonewall. Alright, what do you have to say about Enigma's latest comments, such as calling your mother a cheap whore, and saying that you have absolutely no talent? [Stonewall grows more serious, and snatches the microphone away from Harry.] Stonewall: Alright Enigma, you've had your fun. You came out here, mocked me, and had a good laugh. Haha. I pity you Enigma, I really do. Can't you see how ignorant you are? Can't you see how you are just in denial? In denial of what? you ask. Well, since someone like yourself that has the intelligence of a cow always needs a good direct explanation, I will give it to you. You are denying the fact that you even came close to beating me. In World extreme Wrestling, my memory recalls that you never put performed weak ass Holocaust on me. In fact, I was generally giving you a complete and unrelenting beatdown. Then comes Steve Sinister to save the day and demand a title shot. But that's enough of History Class today. Let's talk about the future. You simply haven't got a chance of winning. Hell, your chances of winning are so slim, you better just try winning the lottery, because you're more likely to win that than our match next week. But, I know your type. You think that maybe if you just try your hardest, you'll suceed. Well, that's not the way it's gonna be. To put it in Enigma terms, that means "yuo no win tihs tuesdya cmoing". Then, maybe you'll realize what talent really means, not your sorry idea that talent is having the most dumbass comments in one interview! Harry: Strong words, anything to say about your arch-nemesis Steve Sinister? Stonewall: Now that you bring it up, I do have a couple things to say about the Daddy of Wack(off) himself. You're afraid. You haven't gotten over your loss in WeW a month ago. I bet your still rubbing your head where that mop cracked your skull in two! How's those stitches Stevey (laughs)? That's the only reason you won't face me again, you're just afraid you will lose, and we all know your precious ego can't handle that. But, if you change your mind, and decide to let Stonewall put another loss on your record, then ask and thou shall receive. Harry: I've heard you've been campaigning about the World Title situation Stonewall. Any words you wish to speak to the World about it? Stonewall: As of now, no one in VxW knows how the World Title will be decided, save the management. I wish to give the management this message. I WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN THE WORLD TITLE DECISION! Got that? However you're going to decide it, be it a tournament, VxW War match, which is everyone in VxW going at it at the same time, or whatever else. Just put me in it. I guarantee you, I have what it takes to be the head wrestler of this federation. Thank you. Harry: Well, I guess they'll catch your drift and hopefully involve you. Well, I guess that's it, interviews over. [Harry begins to slowly slink away, but Stonewall catches on to what he is doing and grabs him.] Stonewall: Oh, you didn't think you were going to get away THAT easy did ya? Harry: S-Stonewall, what ever do you m-mean? Stonewall: Oh, I think you know what I mean. Harry: (frantically) Oh please don't Mr. Stonewall! I'll do anything! I'll be your personal servant, yeah that's it! I'll clean your costume, buy you green dye, and help you win matches! Stonewall: Sorry, not interested! [Stonewall tosses Harry into the background. But, instead of sticking through the blue screen, he keeps going. He falls into the moving lava stream, and is zapped by lightning. All that is left is a charred black skeleton floating away.] Stonewall: DAMN! I didn't know that was a real background! What happened to the blue screen? Looks like Mr. ViRuZ was trying to go for realism. Oh well, after he hears of this he'll probably go back to artifical backgrounds. [Stonewall calmly walks off the set, whistling his theme to himself as the rest of VxW grieves over the passing of Harry Harty.]
