Soon, Crippler, soon.
[It is the city in which Saturday Night Suicide will be held. Outside of the building is Alastor Stonewall. He is leaning against the wall of the stadium, looking up into the night air at the stars. He breathes, letting a white wisp flow out. He then looks at the camera.] Stonewall: Ahh, less than a day till Crippler is stripped of the title! I love it! Haha. [Stonwall stops leaning against the wall and walks toward the main enterance. He stands about 3 yards away from the enterance, and looks at it. He then turns to the camera again.] Stonewall: In this very building Crippler, you will be brutally handed to the slaugther. Of course, I am the butcher, and you are the cow. You will be hacked to minisclue bits, and piece by piece, minute by minute, I will let you suffer. You will beg for mercy, but I won't let you. The beating will only be taken further, harder, and more sadistic. You see Crippler, your not dealing with an ordinary madman, you're dealing with a trained killer! [Stonewall walks in the building. No one is inside, but the lights are mysteriously on. He walks over to the escalator that takes people to the second floor and gets on.] Stonewall: Before you become my next victim Crippler, I like to get a lay of the land. I walk in and out the halls, thinking in my mind just how the matchup will go. YOUR mistakes, MY mistakes, how I will capitolize on them, how you will fumble your opportunities. [Stonewall walks out into the stadium area. The mat is all set up, and Stonewall goes over and sits on one of the many empty chairs.] Stonewall: Tomorrow, this seats will be filled with 30,000+ assholes that all want the bang for their buck. It's just too bad they won't be getting them, considering your in a matchup with me. It's too bad, and I can't even carry YOU to a 2-star match. You just love to stink up the ring with you crapfests. Now, I could care less whether or not the 'fans' get what they payed for. I'm here to only hurt people, and pick up your belt in the process. The match might last 1 minute, it might last an hour, but the fact is, the victor will always be the same. His initials are A.S., just figure out what they stand for, I dare ya... [Stonewall goes down to the lower level of the stadium, and climbs in the ring. He walks over to a turnbuckle, and sits on it.] Stonewall: I am sitting the very ring that you will meet your final fate. But, then again, do you have a choice? Well, for starters you could just come out and hand me the belt, and pussyfoot back to your house. But, I won't let ya. It's time your untalented ass gets taught a lesson, and your fluke win of the belt gets exposed once and for all. The EWA is already in the process of being stirred up, and it all starts with you Crippler. Less than 24 hours. Get ready, I know I will... [Stonewall looks down, and looks completely focused. The camera slowly fades to complete darkness.] Link: Alastor Stonewall's Dungeon
[It is the city in which Saturday Night Suicide will be held. Outside of the building is Alastor Stonewall. He is leaning against the wall of the stadium, looking up into the night air at the stars. He breathes, letting a white wisp flow out. He then looks at the camera.]
Stonewall: Ahh, less than a day till Crippler is stripped of the title! I love it! Haha.
[Stonwall stops leaning against the wall and walks toward the main enterance. He stands about 3 yards away from the enterance, and looks at it. He then turns to the camera again.]
Stonewall: In this very building Crippler, you will be brutally handed to the slaugther. Of course, I am the butcher, and you are the cow. You will be hacked to minisclue bits, and piece by piece, minute by minute, I will let you suffer. You will beg for mercy, but I won't let you. The beating will only be taken further, harder, and more sadistic. You see Crippler, your not dealing with an ordinary madman, you're dealing with a trained killer!
[Stonewall walks in the building. No one is inside, but the lights are mysteriously on. He walks over to the escalator that takes people to the second floor and gets on.]
Stonewall: Before you become my next victim Crippler, I like to get a lay of the land. I walk in and out the halls, thinking in my mind just how the matchup will go. YOUR mistakes, MY mistakes, how I will capitolize on them, how you will fumble your opportunities.
[Stonewall walks out into the stadium area. The mat is all set up, and Stonewall goes over and sits on one of the many empty chairs.]
Stonewall: Tomorrow, this seats will be filled with 30,000+ assholes that all want the bang for their buck. It's just too bad they won't be getting them, considering your in a matchup with me. It's too bad, and I can't even carry YOU to a 2-star match. You just love to stink up the ring with you crapfests. Now, I could care less whether or not the 'fans' get what they payed for. I'm here to only hurt people, and pick up your belt in the process. The match might last 1 minute, it might last an hour, but the fact is, the victor will always be the same. His initials are A.S., just figure out what they stand for, I dare ya...
[Stonewall goes down to the lower level of the stadium, and climbs in the ring. He walks over to a turnbuckle, and sits on it.]
Stonewall: I am sitting the very ring that you will meet your final fate. But, then again, do you have a choice? Well, for starters you could just come out and hand me the belt, and pussyfoot back to your house. But, I won't let ya. It's time your untalented ass gets taught a lesson, and your fluke win of the belt gets exposed once and for all. The EWA is already in the process of being stirred up, and it all starts with you Crippler. Less than 24 hours. Get ready, I know I will...
[Stonewall looks down, and looks completely focused. The camera slowly fades to complete darkness.]
Link: Alastor Stonewall's Dungeon