BLACK DAWN 2010: STALKER'S RULES: Stalker vs. Michael Bastard
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(Just as Jason 'Stalker' Reeves exits the 'DOPESMOKER' promo, a camera catches up with him. He is visibly angry as can be seen by him randomly slamming Barb into the wall as he is walking down the hallway.)
Stalker: Michael Bastard.... I go from ending a great career of one man to ending a career before it even begins. It's a shame really, Michael Bastard probably didn't even truly want me in the squared circle at Black Dawn but that is what fortune laid upon him.
(Running his hand through his hair, Jason stops and leans against the hallway wall. Looking away from the camera he grabs a pack of cigs out of his pocket and lights one up.)
Stalker: After destroying Layne Winters in the middle of the ring with Barb the message should be clear, The Fallen will not lie down for anyone. Including HOPE... including ANTHOLOGY. Even when we are a man down we will not lie down for anyone. Omega will be back soon, I can promise you all that much. At Black Dawn Michael Bastard will just be another victim to OUR wrath.
(Holding Barb up to the camera, Jason starts petting her, a comforting gaze falls over his eyes as he stares into the camera holding Barb.)
Stalker: Barb and I will end you at Black Dawn, Michael. I hope for everyone's sakes that you understand what you are getting into by stepping into the ring with me.
(Jason turns around for a moment then suddenly spins around with Barb in hand and slams it into the camera cutting it to static.)
Stalker: Michael Bastard.... I go from ending a great career of one man to ending a career before it even begins. It's a shame really, Michael Bastard probably didn't even truly want me in the squared circle at Black Dawn but that is what fortune laid upon him.
(Running his hand through his hair, Jason stops and leans against the hallway wall. Looking away from the camera he grabs a pack of cigs out of his pocket and lights one up.)
Stalker: After destroying Layne Winters in the middle of the ring with Barb the message should be clear, The Fallen will not lie down for anyone. Including HOPE... including ANTHOLOGY. Even when we are a man down we will not lie down for anyone. Omega will be back soon, I can promise you all that much. At Black Dawn Michael Bastard will just be another victim to OUR wrath.
(Holding Barb up to the camera, Jason starts petting her, a comforting gaze falls over his eyes as he stares into the camera holding Barb.)
Stalker: Barb and I will end you at Black Dawn, Michael. I hope for everyone's sakes that you understand what you are getting into by stepping into the ring with me.
(Jason turns around for a moment then suddenly spins around with Barb in hand and slams it into the camera cutting it to static.)
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The setting is the rocky shores of Oregon. It's overcast, windy. The Amazing Logan stands in the foreground, wearing a fedora, a windbreaker and some faded jeans, using his cane to prop him up. Michael Bastard is in the background, wearing nothing but a pair of old board shorts, faded and tattered, standing barefoot, bracing himself against the waves crashing on his back.
TAL: The time has come for Michael Bastard, the NEW Craziest Wrestler in the Business, the Man without Conscience, the Wrestler Your Favorite Wrestler Is Afraid of, to make his triumphant debut on pay-per-view, and how fitting is it that it will be in a "Stalker's Rules" match. Finally, a platform without the restraint of rules, without the added burden of having to hold back lest he be disqualified. How fitting that people will have to pay to see the carnage. It's almost like Dan Ryan knew that the full fury what Michael was capable of and wanted to charge money to see it, to weed out the squeamish. Sure, people will still watch for the epic main event featuring three of the best this business has ever known and Cameron Cruise wrestle for the right to be called World Champion, or maybe they want to see if serial coward Layne Winters will escape yet again with his Television Championship intact. How many, though, after seeing the swarth of destruction that Michael cuts across that ring, covering the canvas red in natural paint, bringing about destruction so casually that it will look like your random Middle Eastern village after the Mongol Horde rent it asunder like everything else in Central Asia, will stick around to watch the rest of the event rather than turn it off in disgust, run to their bathrooms and discharge the contents of their dinners or go to their computers and FURIOUSLY type letters to the FCC, to CableVision or XFinity or to Ryan himself, demanding that that kind of violence never be shown anywhere on the air again? My guess is more than a few will.
Of course, the match itself... well yes, the match. Of course, it takes two to tango, and I can almost hear the thousands of fanboys screaming at me that there's no way Michael can make short work of Stalker and that Stalker is going to destroy Michael, yadda yadda yadda. I know Jason, you probably feel a bit disrespected being compared to one of the thousands of villages wiped off the face of the Earth during those dark, dark times when Genghis and his men ravaged most of the known world. Hell, judging from your terse little number there, you're thinking of doing the same to Michael, leaving him in ruins, promising to end his career. I would have taken it very personally in my days as an active wrestler. The truth is, though, I actually respect you, and Michael does as well. You see, you've carved out a niche here in the Empire, one that admittedly, Michael is setting out to nestle into himself. Then again, I had a lot of respect for Omega, and the guy didn't even have the courtesy to show his face. Because of that, they shoved Michael into a farce of a sham of a mockery.
But for as much as I respect you, as much as I think you've done a grand old job turning everyone's preconceived notions of what violence in wrestling should be, how much carnage, how to recondition people to expect something more than they've been used to, well, I stand here a little annoyed and underwhelmed. You see, you've taken things far, but you haven't taken them far enough. No, I'm not talking about the levels of violence. I've seen them up close, and there are few in the business like you. However, when I come here and see that you've co-opted the idea of "no holds barred" as something patently exclusive to you, well, it offends me and it really offends Michael.
You see, we haven't come here to be anyone's lackeys. Michael certainly doesn't want to be led around by the nose by someone he doesn't necessarily know, and before you accuse me of the same thing, well, then, you've been fooled just like everyone else who thinks this is a master-slave relationship. No, we also haven't come here to put the fading stars of yore out to pasture, nor are we here to start some freakshow side-stage division where the wrestling elite can shove the goons and the mutants while the makes air quotes "real" wrestlers compete for things like the Intercontinental and World Championships. WE're here to take savagery, extreme, decimation, whatever the hell you want to call it, to the next level. We're going to make it mainstream, Jason, do what you've failed to do. You sit back and pretend that defeating Rocko Daymon when he already had a foot out the door an accomplishment, you hang from the coattails of men like Sean Stevens who only wish to use you to get ahead, and you expect me to believe that you deserve to call the no-holds-barred match your own? I think not.
Bastard steps forward from the waves, skin visibly twitching from the cold water and the cold air causing him to shiver.
TAL: Black Dawn, Michael begins to foist our vision of violence and mayhem upon the Empire. Black Dawn, a very fitting name, because Empire Pro will see the dawning of a new era of terror, with the old, meek one fading to background like yesterday's news. Jason, prepare to accept a beating so severe that you'll wish the people paying for this event will plunk down an extra fifty bucks, telethon-style, to cover your hospital bills. At Black Dawn Jason...
MB: VIOLENCE. BECOMES. MAINSTREAM.
Logan smirks as Bastard's guttaral, primal scream formed into words dies down. Bastard's handler raises his cane and swats the camera down, causing the screen to go to static.
TAL: The time has come for Michael Bastard, the NEW Craziest Wrestler in the Business, the Man without Conscience, the Wrestler Your Favorite Wrestler Is Afraid of, to make his triumphant debut on pay-per-view, and how fitting is it that it will be in a "Stalker's Rules" match. Finally, a platform without the restraint of rules, without the added burden of having to hold back lest he be disqualified. How fitting that people will have to pay to see the carnage. It's almost like Dan Ryan knew that the full fury what Michael was capable of and wanted to charge money to see it, to weed out the squeamish. Sure, people will still watch for the epic main event featuring three of the best this business has ever known and Cameron Cruise wrestle for the right to be called World Champion, or maybe they want to see if serial coward Layne Winters will escape yet again with his Television Championship intact. How many, though, after seeing the swarth of destruction that Michael cuts across that ring, covering the canvas red in natural paint, bringing about destruction so casually that it will look like your random Middle Eastern village after the Mongol Horde rent it asunder like everything else in Central Asia, will stick around to watch the rest of the event rather than turn it off in disgust, run to their bathrooms and discharge the contents of their dinners or go to their computers and FURIOUSLY type letters to the FCC, to CableVision or XFinity or to Ryan himself, demanding that that kind of violence never be shown anywhere on the air again? My guess is more than a few will.
Of course, the match itself... well yes, the match. Of course, it takes two to tango, and I can almost hear the thousands of fanboys screaming at me that there's no way Michael can make short work of Stalker and that Stalker is going to destroy Michael, yadda yadda yadda. I know Jason, you probably feel a bit disrespected being compared to one of the thousands of villages wiped off the face of the Earth during those dark, dark times when Genghis and his men ravaged most of the known world. Hell, judging from your terse little number there, you're thinking of doing the same to Michael, leaving him in ruins, promising to end his career. I would have taken it very personally in my days as an active wrestler. The truth is, though, I actually respect you, and Michael does as well. You see, you've carved out a niche here in the Empire, one that admittedly, Michael is setting out to nestle into himself. Then again, I had a lot of respect for Omega, and the guy didn't even have the courtesy to show his face. Because of that, they shoved Michael into a farce of a sham of a mockery.
But for as much as I respect you, as much as I think you've done a grand old job turning everyone's preconceived notions of what violence in wrestling should be, how much carnage, how to recondition people to expect something more than they've been used to, well, I stand here a little annoyed and underwhelmed. You see, you've taken things far, but you haven't taken them far enough. No, I'm not talking about the levels of violence. I've seen them up close, and there are few in the business like you. However, when I come here and see that you've co-opted the idea of "no holds barred" as something patently exclusive to you, well, it offends me and it really offends Michael.
You see, we haven't come here to be anyone's lackeys. Michael certainly doesn't want to be led around by the nose by someone he doesn't necessarily know, and before you accuse me of the same thing, well, then, you've been fooled just like everyone else who thinks this is a master-slave relationship. No, we also haven't come here to put the fading stars of yore out to pasture, nor are we here to start some freakshow side-stage division where the wrestling elite can shove the goons and the mutants while the makes air quotes "real" wrestlers compete for things like the Intercontinental and World Championships. WE're here to take savagery, extreme, decimation, whatever the hell you want to call it, to the next level. We're going to make it mainstream, Jason, do what you've failed to do. You sit back and pretend that defeating Rocko Daymon when he already had a foot out the door an accomplishment, you hang from the coattails of men like Sean Stevens who only wish to use you to get ahead, and you expect me to believe that you deserve to call the no-holds-barred match your own? I think not.
Bastard steps forward from the waves, skin visibly twitching from the cold water and the cold air causing him to shiver.
TAL: Black Dawn, Michael begins to foist our vision of violence and mayhem upon the Empire. Black Dawn, a very fitting name, because Empire Pro will see the dawning of a new era of terror, with the old, meek one fading to background like yesterday's news. Jason, prepare to accept a beating so severe that you'll wish the people paying for this event will plunk down an extra fifty bucks, telethon-style, to cover your hospital bills. At Black Dawn Jason...
MB: VIOLENCE. BECOMES. MAINSTREAM.
Logan smirks as Bastard's guttaral, primal scream formed into words dies down. Bastard's handler raises his cane and swats the camera down, causing the screen to go to static.
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(Camera fades in to Jason 'Stalker' Reeves. Sitting against a wall, dim light hanging over his head. Sweat is dripping from his face, which is barely visible from his long hair covering it. He is breathing deeply, yet soothingly at the same time. Pushing the hair out of his face he stares daggers into the camera and shows a small smile.)
Stalker: So the NEW Craziest Wrestler in the Business, the Man without Conscience, the Wrestler Your Favorite Wrestler is Afraid of needs to have someone speak for him? That.. well... that is kind of sad. Although I must admit that The Amazing Logan does have an AMAZING name, his voice bores me and after seeing him i'm afraid he will at any moment lose control of his cane and stumble on his ass. It's a shame that he has to compare the destruction that Michael Bastard will cause to the plight that is Central Asia. The only thing I compare my destruction to is what I have already done. You honestly think the likes of Fusenshoff will ever be the same? Or even Caitlyn Daymon? We all know Rocko is done for good, he's a shamble of himself now. Caitlyn.. well she was never the same after I got my hands on her and as far as Fusenshoff goes. Well he was once the stalwart of EPW ready to break loose like a BEAST and now he's going to get his butt handed to him at Black Dawn by none other then a man just like me in Anarky. I can almost guarentee you if Fusenshoff didn't cross paths with me HE would be in that Main event along with those other three idiots trying to take Trip's belt. Bastard will be exactly the same only this time his name isn't known.
If you really think their are any fanboys out there that are going to complain about your 'claims' of Bastard making short work of me, you are sadly mistaken. I have no fanboys, I have no fans. I haven't had respect for the pathetic turncoats everyone else calls 'fans' for years. They turned their back on me long, long ago. Also, as I stated before, Bastard's career will never be the same after stepping into the ring with me as my previous work has shown already. You see, Logan, my niche that you want Bastard to nestle himself into, it's not for sale. You honestly have the nerve to say I haven't taken it far enough? That I haven't gone that extra mile to push the limits of what's acceptable? I'm shunned by the front office because everytime I step into that ring it's possible that I could severely injure one of their superstars. It's no wonder why title shots and number one contendor matches for me have been few and far between. There is also a difference between, what you call a 'no holds barred' match and what I call a 'Stalker's Rules' match. That difference, is subtle yet very very real. No Holds Barred is a lame EPW version of a match, however, when someone decides to accept a 'Stalker's Rules' match they aren't simply accepting a no rules match. They are accepting the fact that in that very ring it won't be an EPW match, it won't be a match at all, it will simply be a confrontation in MY WORLD. A confrontation where the only possible outcome is pure and utter CHAOS.
I hang on no one's coattails, I strive to accomplish whatever I want and I will make it happen at any costs, including ending your boy's short career. Michael will bring nothing at me that I haven't seen already and if you think that the violence isn't already mainstream? Then you are the one who is blind. At Black Dawn you will come to realize all of these facts when your boy is lying in a pool of his own blood. With Barb in my hand you will be witness first hand to what you deny.
MY WORLD BECOMES YOUR DEATH!!
VIOLENCE is NOTHING until you have been in STALKER'S WORLD!
(Slowly fade to black.)
Stalker: So the NEW Craziest Wrestler in the Business, the Man without Conscience, the Wrestler Your Favorite Wrestler is Afraid of needs to have someone speak for him? That.. well... that is kind of sad. Although I must admit that The Amazing Logan does have an AMAZING name, his voice bores me and after seeing him i'm afraid he will at any moment lose control of his cane and stumble on his ass. It's a shame that he has to compare the destruction that Michael Bastard will cause to the plight that is Central Asia. The only thing I compare my destruction to is what I have already done. You honestly think the likes of Fusenshoff will ever be the same? Or even Caitlyn Daymon? We all know Rocko is done for good, he's a shamble of himself now. Caitlyn.. well she was never the same after I got my hands on her and as far as Fusenshoff goes. Well he was once the stalwart of EPW ready to break loose like a BEAST and now he's going to get his butt handed to him at Black Dawn by none other then a man just like me in Anarky. I can almost guarentee you if Fusenshoff didn't cross paths with me HE would be in that Main event along with those other three idiots trying to take Trip's belt. Bastard will be exactly the same only this time his name isn't known.
If you really think their are any fanboys out there that are going to complain about your 'claims' of Bastard making short work of me, you are sadly mistaken. I have no fanboys, I have no fans. I haven't had respect for the pathetic turncoats everyone else calls 'fans' for years. They turned their back on me long, long ago. Also, as I stated before, Bastard's career will never be the same after stepping into the ring with me as my previous work has shown already. You see, Logan, my niche that you want Bastard to nestle himself into, it's not for sale. You honestly have the nerve to say I haven't taken it far enough? That I haven't gone that extra mile to push the limits of what's acceptable? I'm shunned by the front office because everytime I step into that ring it's possible that I could severely injure one of their superstars. It's no wonder why title shots and number one contendor matches for me have been few and far between. There is also a difference between, what you call a 'no holds barred' match and what I call a 'Stalker's Rules' match. That difference, is subtle yet very very real. No Holds Barred is a lame EPW version of a match, however, when someone decides to accept a 'Stalker's Rules' match they aren't simply accepting a no rules match. They are accepting the fact that in that very ring it won't be an EPW match, it won't be a match at all, it will simply be a confrontation in MY WORLD. A confrontation where the only possible outcome is pure and utter CHAOS.
I hang on no one's coattails, I strive to accomplish whatever I want and I will make it happen at any costs, including ending your boy's short career. Michael will bring nothing at me that I haven't seen already and if you think that the violence isn't already mainstream? Then you are the one who is blind. At Black Dawn you will come to realize all of these facts when your boy is lying in a pool of his own blood. With Barb in my hand you will be witness first hand to what you deny.
MY WORLD BECOMES YOUR DEATH!!
VIOLENCE is NOTHING until you have been in STALKER'S WORLD!
(Slowly fade to black.)
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Still on the shoreline. This time, at a sandier beach. Michael Bastard is still soaking wet in his tattered board shorts in the background, pulling up geoduck clams from the sand with his bare hands, with Logan in the foreground, dressed as he was the day prior.
TAL: Oh Jason, you ignorant fool. You think that Michael requires me to talk for him? Is that the only thing you can perceive with your feeble mind? Jason, just because a man can talk or is capable of doing it doesn't mean he necessarily wants to. You see, Michael has gone through a lot in the last couple of years, and when I say a lot, I mean more anguish than most people can pretend to feel. While I no doubt believe you've had a hard life, Jason, well, the intensity of hardship Michael has gone through in three years makes whatever you feel in your scarred heart look like that of an emo singer. All fake. There are many ways which he could let it out. I'm sure if he wanted to, he could spend minutes on camera undergoing his own primal scream therapy. The key words there, though, are "if he wanted to". You see, Michael chooses only to speak in key spots, to conserve his words for times when he knows they'll be put to good use. It's his decision that I speak for him, because clearly, I'm more eloquent than most of the mouth-breathers in this fed. The same went for Kenneth Whats-his-face... gee, I've forgotten him already. The same went for John Doe, and apparently, the same goes for you, Jason.
Besides, if you really were speaking the truth about your "Stalker's Rules" match and the like, well, you'd know that actions speak louder than words, much louder. Michael doesn't need to talk to speak loudly, as with every clubbing forearm, every gouge, every Bastard Driver, he speaks tomes of Dickensian lengths. The problem is, Neanderthals such as yourself don't realize that. That's where I step in. See Jason, I like running my mouth if you haven't figured it out already, and no matter who the opponent is, well, Michael always has the funds to back up the checks it writes. Of course, even if Michael were a slobbering, knuckle-dragging mouth-breather such as yourself, well, a guy like me has historically been used to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. In fact, I bet if you had me as your manager, I'd be able to talk our way into greater things, much like the way you let Stevens talk for you and get you the opportunities to display your brand of hardcore on the sidestages of the wrestling arena. Places away from where he was doing important things like wrestling JA or Marcus Westcott for the World Championship. Meanwhile, you got to pick the bones of Rocko Daymon when he was finished and oh, I'm sorry, you took out Caitlyn Daymon! Bravo, taking out a woman who had been only a sporadic active competitor in that short-lived Venus promotion and whose claim to fame was committing mutual spousal abuse on Rocko and vice versa. You've got to be proud of yourself.
The truth is, Jason, your ignorance will be your downfall. You see, your brand of violence may have intimidated, even affected everyone else in this fed that you were allowed to put your hands on, but the devil you don't know, Michael Bastard, is not like them. You punch his face, and he doesn't flinch or retreat, no matter how badly it hurts. When you have the scars, both physical and mental, that Michael has, your pain threshhold tends to head towards infinity. You can talk about this not being a match but a "confrontation"...
Logan rolls his eyes at the utter stupidity of Stalker's claim
TAL: ...but in the end, there has to be a winner. If your aim isn't to pin or tap Michael, then what is it, Jason? Is it to make him say "I quit"? Those two words aren't in his vocabulary. You'll either have to knock him out or kill him, Jason. Good luck with both of those, especially when you severely underestimate the type of damage that he can dish out. I know John Doe and Kenneth Williams aren't exactly the most impressive marks to put on the resume. I'm sorry if Omega and that joke of a rapper didn't show up, and I'm sorry that no matter how much I coached Michael to play ball with Fusenshoff against a more seasoned team that they still came up short because there was a lack of synergy. I really am. You know what I'm not sorry for though, Jason? I'm not sorry that you're the one who's going to be made the example. I'm not sorry that you're the one who's going to make this place take notice, so that people can stop being ignorant and start acknowledging Michael as the real deal.
I commend you for taking violence this far, but your's is a sacrifice The Island demands, Boone... err, I mean Jason. I fully intend to bring the violence into your world, and once we've destroyed it, and possibly the entire arena as well, then, if you're not braindead or in a coma, then you can see for yourself as Michael does what you couldn't do...
Logan looks back at Bastard and winks.
TAL: ...and that's take it to the next level, take it to the mainstream. Welcome to the freakshow, Jason. Enjoy your stay however short it may be.
Bastard yanks a geoduck clam from the sand, holding it by the sinewy body coming out of the shell, cocks back and flings it until it zooms out of sight, hitting the cameraman in the head. The camera view jerks violently back and then falls on its side. Logan comes along and stands it on its back, looking down into it.
TAL: Sorry about that, chap. Meant to hit just the camera.
Logan swings at the camera with his cane as the screen fades to static.
TAL: Oh Jason, you ignorant fool. You think that Michael requires me to talk for him? Is that the only thing you can perceive with your feeble mind? Jason, just because a man can talk or is capable of doing it doesn't mean he necessarily wants to. You see, Michael has gone through a lot in the last couple of years, and when I say a lot, I mean more anguish than most people can pretend to feel. While I no doubt believe you've had a hard life, Jason, well, the intensity of hardship Michael has gone through in three years makes whatever you feel in your scarred heart look like that of an emo singer. All fake. There are many ways which he could let it out. I'm sure if he wanted to, he could spend minutes on camera undergoing his own primal scream therapy. The key words there, though, are "if he wanted to". You see, Michael chooses only to speak in key spots, to conserve his words for times when he knows they'll be put to good use. It's his decision that I speak for him, because clearly, I'm more eloquent than most of the mouth-breathers in this fed. The same went for Kenneth Whats-his-face... gee, I've forgotten him already. The same went for John Doe, and apparently, the same goes for you, Jason.
Besides, if you really were speaking the truth about your "Stalker's Rules" match and the like, well, you'd know that actions speak louder than words, much louder. Michael doesn't need to talk to speak loudly, as with every clubbing forearm, every gouge, every Bastard Driver, he speaks tomes of Dickensian lengths. The problem is, Neanderthals such as yourself don't realize that. That's where I step in. See Jason, I like running my mouth if you haven't figured it out already, and no matter who the opponent is, well, Michael always has the funds to back up the checks it writes. Of course, even if Michael were a slobbering, knuckle-dragging mouth-breather such as yourself, well, a guy like me has historically been used to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. In fact, I bet if you had me as your manager, I'd be able to talk our way into greater things, much like the way you let Stevens talk for you and get you the opportunities to display your brand of hardcore on the sidestages of the wrestling arena. Places away from where he was doing important things like wrestling JA or Marcus Westcott for the World Championship. Meanwhile, you got to pick the bones of Rocko Daymon when he was finished and oh, I'm sorry, you took out Caitlyn Daymon! Bravo, taking out a woman who had been only a sporadic active competitor in that short-lived Venus promotion and whose claim to fame was committing mutual spousal abuse on Rocko and vice versa. You've got to be proud of yourself.
The truth is, Jason, your ignorance will be your downfall. You see, your brand of violence may have intimidated, even affected everyone else in this fed that you were allowed to put your hands on, but the devil you don't know, Michael Bastard, is not like them. You punch his face, and he doesn't flinch or retreat, no matter how badly it hurts. When you have the scars, both physical and mental, that Michael has, your pain threshhold tends to head towards infinity. You can talk about this not being a match but a "confrontation"...
Logan rolls his eyes at the utter stupidity of Stalker's claim
TAL: ...but in the end, there has to be a winner. If your aim isn't to pin or tap Michael, then what is it, Jason? Is it to make him say "I quit"? Those two words aren't in his vocabulary. You'll either have to knock him out or kill him, Jason. Good luck with both of those, especially when you severely underestimate the type of damage that he can dish out. I know John Doe and Kenneth Williams aren't exactly the most impressive marks to put on the resume. I'm sorry if Omega and that joke of a rapper didn't show up, and I'm sorry that no matter how much I coached Michael to play ball with Fusenshoff against a more seasoned team that they still came up short because there was a lack of synergy. I really am. You know what I'm not sorry for though, Jason? I'm not sorry that you're the one who's going to be made the example. I'm not sorry that you're the one who's going to make this place take notice, so that people can stop being ignorant and start acknowledging Michael as the real deal.
I commend you for taking violence this far, but your's is a sacrifice The Island demands, Boone... err, I mean Jason. I fully intend to bring the violence into your world, and once we've destroyed it, and possibly the entire arena as well, then, if you're not braindead or in a coma, then you can see for yourself as Michael does what you couldn't do...
Logan looks back at Bastard and winks.
TAL: ...and that's take it to the next level, take it to the mainstream. Welcome to the freakshow, Jason. Enjoy your stay however short it may be.
Bastard yanks a geoduck clam from the sand, holding it by the sinewy body coming out of the shell, cocks back and flings it until it zooms out of sight, hitting the cameraman in the head. The camera view jerks violently back and then falls on its side. Logan comes along and stands it on its back, looking down into it.
TAL: Sorry about that, chap. Meant to hit just the camera.
Logan swings at the camera with his cane as the screen fades to static.
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Stalker: Well... if it isn't the mouthpiece again.
(Fade in to Jason 'Stalker' Reeves, standing in front of an EPW back drop. Dressed in camo pants and a wife beater shirt.)
Stalker: You wanna talk about fake, eh? You seriously have the nerve to come out and question what I HAVE been through?
(Crossing his arms the camera zooms in a bit to Jason's face as a scowl crosses his face.)
Stalker: It's a shame really that you are a gimp, because with that mouth of yours, i'd love to take your sorry ass out. In fact, is this how you get your rocks off now? By throwing around words for another person? Someone who can fight your fights since you obviously are too 'fake' to fight your own. Pisses me off that you think you can come at me representing a ball less man and think i'm just going to sit here and take it.
F*CK THAT. F*ck you too, Logan. In fact maybe after I beat Michael into a bloody pulp of his former self, I'll whisper my sweet mind games into his ear. The type of games that will make him look at you as if you are the one that caused him to lose this match. You are a brave man to put yourself on the forefront for such a man that you claim to be a beast. Any point he could turn around and rip your head off and boy I would pay money to see that.
Oh and by the way you can take your fake **** and redirect it directly at your boy. Talking like he won't back down when I bloody his face. This isn't a comic book series man, this is 'Stalker's World' where the pain and suffering is true and harsh. He will flinch, he will feel the pain I will inflict upon him and maybe.. just maybe afterwards he'll be the better man for it. As long as you never speak for him again that is. I quit may not be in Michael's vocabulary but I know what is.......
(Jason goes completely silent while staring daggers into the camera.)
Stalker: Silence is in every man's vocabulary, and silent is what he will be when he is lying face first on the mat. Knocked out. Non-responsive. Do I need to continue? I know once that happens to him the match sure won't continue. Oh and I wouldn't blame Bastard's and Fusenshoff's loss on a lack of synergy i'd blame it more on the fact that Fuse hasn't been the same since I got done with him. Yeah he may have been the one walking out of the parking garage first but the scars left on him will last for years to come. Once I get a hold of something the life... I will leech it until their is nothing left. Please... do not make me want that for your boy. He looks promising, someone that could cut a niche in this business under the right guidance. However, you my friend, you are not the right guidance.
So do yourself a favor, when we get to Black Dawn accept the fate that you aren't meant for this job. Accept that Bastard is better off with a real 'controller' and release him to me. If you don't, well.. let's just say that cane of yours may end up somewhere slightly disturbing.
Welcome to my world Logan.... prepare yourself to leave empty handed.
(Fade.)
(Fade in to Jason 'Stalker' Reeves, standing in front of an EPW back drop. Dressed in camo pants and a wife beater shirt.)
Stalker: You wanna talk about fake, eh? You seriously have the nerve to come out and question what I HAVE been through?
(Crossing his arms the camera zooms in a bit to Jason's face as a scowl crosses his face.)
Stalker: It's a shame really that you are a gimp, because with that mouth of yours, i'd love to take your sorry ass out. In fact, is this how you get your rocks off now? By throwing around words for another person? Someone who can fight your fights since you obviously are too 'fake' to fight your own. Pisses me off that you think you can come at me representing a ball less man and think i'm just going to sit here and take it.
F*CK THAT. F*ck you too, Logan. In fact maybe after I beat Michael into a bloody pulp of his former self, I'll whisper my sweet mind games into his ear. The type of games that will make him look at you as if you are the one that caused him to lose this match. You are a brave man to put yourself on the forefront for such a man that you claim to be a beast. Any point he could turn around and rip your head off and boy I would pay money to see that.
Oh and by the way you can take your fake **** and redirect it directly at your boy. Talking like he won't back down when I bloody his face. This isn't a comic book series man, this is 'Stalker's World' where the pain and suffering is true and harsh. He will flinch, he will feel the pain I will inflict upon him and maybe.. just maybe afterwards he'll be the better man for it. As long as you never speak for him again that is. I quit may not be in Michael's vocabulary but I know what is.......
(Jason goes completely silent while staring daggers into the camera.)
Stalker: Silence is in every man's vocabulary, and silent is what he will be when he is lying face first on the mat. Knocked out. Non-responsive. Do I need to continue? I know once that happens to him the match sure won't continue. Oh and I wouldn't blame Bastard's and Fusenshoff's loss on a lack of synergy i'd blame it more on the fact that Fuse hasn't been the same since I got done with him. Yeah he may have been the one walking out of the parking garage first but the scars left on him will last for years to come. Once I get a hold of something the life... I will leech it until their is nothing left. Please... do not make me want that for your boy. He looks promising, someone that could cut a niche in this business under the right guidance. However, you my friend, you are not the right guidance.
So do yourself a favor, when we get to Black Dawn accept the fate that you aren't meant for this job. Accept that Bastard is better off with a real 'controller' and release him to me. If you don't, well.. let's just say that cane of yours may end up somewhere slightly disturbing.
Welcome to my world Logan.... prepare yourself to leave empty handed.
(Fade.)