Crack kills Enigma, I suggest you lay off.

[Backstage in a house show dressing room, Stonewall is watching the most recent interview by Enigma. After about 45 seconds, it is over and Stonewall seems surprised. He looks toward the cameraman, and starts to speak.]

Stonewall: Let me get this straight Enigma, I came out and blasted you with a flurry of insults two times in a row, and all you could say was THIS?! (points to monitor) Gee, you make fun of my mom who I don't give a damn about anyway, and then you mock my looks, even though they'll be much better than yours will ever be. Damn, all I can say is lay off the crack, it kills.

Stonewall: Enigma, I hope you know that absolutely no one gives a sh*t about you right now. You haven't changed, although you've claimed to. You are treading on thin ice, and it only gets thinner as the week nears towards Saturday. Then, it will crack and break apart, leaving you to fall in the deathly cold fluid, gasping for breath and warmth. You won't find it, I'll just shove you down further and further, until your miserable little body goes completely limp.

Stonewall: Reputations are made, not given out Enigma. So far, you have not even proved to me that you deserve any of my respect. You don't deserve anybody's, because you will never go anywhere. You will fester and squirm at the bottom of the wrestling ladder, as I just jump on your head as a leg up to keep climbing, knocking people like Steve Sinister and TGE out of the way. Then, I reach the top and claim the golden prize, the VxW World Title belt. And no one else shall have it, not TGE, not Steve Sinister, not Ruff Ryder, and definitely not you Enigma. You cannot stop me, I am an unstoppable force that is on a rampage, utterly oblitering anything in my path, and those that stand next to it too.

Stonewall: I'm wondering, what the hell is up with your obbsession with my hair and eyepatch? You talk about them every time you open your putrid mouth, and just can't seem to let them go? I guess you just want to know the place where I got the hair color stuff from, seeing as you are just some loser who loves to walk around yelling at everyone, even though they don't pay attention. Sorry, you can't have 'em, I suggest you cut your hair first, it just makes you look all the more feminine, and you put a shirt on, NO ONE wants to see you shirtless. Got it? Good.

Stonewall: Prepare all you want Enigma, it will not help you. The final outcome will always stay the same, no matter what happens, Alastor Stonewall the winner. So you can take that, your PI equation (bleh, I was never really good in mathematics anyway), and shove them straight up your fudgepacked ass. Then again, I suggest you don't, you'd probably only like it you sick bastard!

[Alastor Stonewall gets up and grabs his stuff. The house show is over, and he was not needed. He leaves and gets in a limo taking him to his hotel.]