Post by Walter A. Stewart on Feb 27, 2008 0:28:34 GMT -5
We fade in to find ourselves in a rather darkened room. We are quick to notice a ring of candles around a black leather chair. The candles flicker and dance as we pan upward to find a man sitting in this chair. He cannot see the surrounding walls of the room, but do to our best depth perception, the room seems very large. The man is wearing black shades, although he is inside, and in a darkened area. He wears a black muscle shirt that is tight around his arms. He also wears black jeans with a large belt buckle of a snake. This stands out because around his neck we see the twinkle of a golden snake necklace. After the perfect flicker of a candle, the reflection off of the necklace blinds the camera of our guests face, if only for just a moment. The man has no distinguishing features on his face, completely absent of facial hair. He removes his shades revealing dark eyes, yet they are sharp enough to cut glass. These eyes can pierce the darkness, and may even pierce your soul. The man releases a half smile, and with a sadistic, deep chuckle, he begins.
Guest: Well isn't this just grand? Just when you are able to establish your little society away from the rest of the world, the one thing you feared shows up. I'm sure you have all heard the stories, and each of you fled here to find refuge. But I have found you all...as I always do. And as quickly as you opened the gates, I will slam them shut. It is time to cleanse the business, it is time to filter out the weak and decimate the mighty. It is time to rid the world of the so-called champions. Because to call them such is a hypocrisy. These men are not champions, they are missing everything that matters. They hold the title, and yet they lack in the dedication, the heart, the soul, the fire! I will change this...I will fix your pathetic little situation. and although you dreaded my arrival, it will be the best thing that could happen here! Lock your doors kiddies...Walter's back!
Walter blows a single candle out as the room gets a little darker.
Walter: Do you not know the name? For those few it will soon be branded into your brains, and then onto your backs. You see, there are few mortal men that can grasp the concept of Walter A. Stewart. I am the virus, and I am the cure. I cause the suffering, and I solve the pain. I rid the business of losers, and build a greater fan base. You see, Walter A. Stewart puts fans in the seats, and that is the bottom line. You can hate everything I do, and despise my every word...yet you will love to see me in that ring. Because I hold something that wrestling has lost. Passion. I step into that squared circle and I put it all on the line. And for the few times I don't walk out the winner, I know in my heart that I did all I could. you will all learn quite quickly...Walter doesn't half-ass it.
The camera pans closer into Walter's face. His face alone tells a story of hardship. Yet we are all so captivated by his words, we can hardly wait to hear more.
Walter: What will be the first attack against me? I am all talk. Many will claim in this first week that I am just a hotshot with a big mouth. but I advise each and every one of you to avoid me until I make my debut. you wouldn't want to get on my crap list before you see what I can do to a human. I am not a sadistic monster-type character. I am not living in some fairy-tale. This is reality, and through all my life I was persecuted. No more will I be on the butt end of jokes, I will turn each of you into laughing stocks. This isn't about you anymore...all cameras are on my. I will bring this place into the glory days, and yet each of you will hate what it becomes. Why is this? Because you enjoy where you are right now, waking up each day and living a lie. Don't you understand? Your champions are defeating pathetic competition, so they believe they are God's gift to wrestling. Yet not one of them have gained a victory over someone with a half shred of talent. If a moron defeats a retard...the moron feels like a genius. But how quickly that moron can start to believe in its own lie. It's time AWG gets real talent, and it is time for champs to start stepping up to their claim for fame.
Walter rises to his feet and blows all the candles out. We are now sitting in complete darkness. We expect the camera to fade, but in the darkness we hear the voice.
Walter: So where do we go from here? We wait. We wait until I get my first match. We wait until I receive the name of the man who will be first. I pray at night for that man. Because he will come out here swinging...I have no doubts. He will use mindless cliches and call me every name in the book. And yet I will pierce through the 3rd grade insults. I will look past the insults on calling me a nobody. I have no respect here...for to each of you I am just another Joe. But watch me in that squared circle....watch me under the lights above....watch me among the millions of fans, and you will see grace like you never have before. You will see the light that you have missed. My fellow stars...I am the savior...I am your personal epiphany! I will begin my mission to fix the hipocrisy...and I start by embarrassing a champion. I begin by teaching somebody that they are only believing their own lie. I will start by tearing the mask of courage away and revealing the frightened little childish inside. I will start with....Tank!
The lights are turned on as we see we are in a large study. A little Mexican man stands at the doorway by the switch. He stands at only 5'6" or so and has a small mustache. He wears a black suit with a blue tie. The study has a large oak desk in the corner as well as a TV and some small bookshelves. We see each of the candles propped up on books to avoid ruining the soft Persian carpet. The little Mexican man speaks.
Mexican: Ehh.....Senor. What are you doing in here?
Walter: Sanchez! I was trying to do a promo for AWG!
Sanchez: Ehh...sorry Senor. Continue.
The lights are shut off again leaving us in darkness once more. We hear the frustrated voice of Walter A. Stewart through the darkness.
Walter: Forget it. You ruined the mysterious mood. Whatever...just fade or something.
With orders from Walter, the camera slowly fades out into a commercial.
**The was much learned about this new star in AWG, and his future looks bright. And yet we have a desire to know more. He seems to be looking for a way to make an impact, and he has decided to call Tank a fraud. We can only find out more about this man if we**
*Stay tuned*
Guest: Well isn't this just grand? Just when you are able to establish your little society away from the rest of the world, the one thing you feared shows up. I'm sure you have all heard the stories, and each of you fled here to find refuge. But I have found you all...as I always do. And as quickly as you opened the gates, I will slam them shut. It is time to cleanse the business, it is time to filter out the weak and decimate the mighty. It is time to rid the world of the so-called champions. Because to call them such is a hypocrisy. These men are not champions, they are missing everything that matters. They hold the title, and yet they lack in the dedication, the heart, the soul, the fire! I will change this...I will fix your pathetic little situation. and although you dreaded my arrival, it will be the best thing that could happen here! Lock your doors kiddies...Walter's back!
Walter blows a single candle out as the room gets a little darker.
Walter: Do you not know the name? For those few it will soon be branded into your brains, and then onto your backs. You see, there are few mortal men that can grasp the concept of Walter A. Stewart. I am the virus, and I am the cure. I cause the suffering, and I solve the pain. I rid the business of losers, and build a greater fan base. You see, Walter A. Stewart puts fans in the seats, and that is the bottom line. You can hate everything I do, and despise my every word...yet you will love to see me in that ring. Because I hold something that wrestling has lost. Passion. I step into that squared circle and I put it all on the line. And for the few times I don't walk out the winner, I know in my heart that I did all I could. you will all learn quite quickly...Walter doesn't half-ass it.
The camera pans closer into Walter's face. His face alone tells a story of hardship. Yet we are all so captivated by his words, we can hardly wait to hear more.
Walter: What will be the first attack against me? I am all talk. Many will claim in this first week that I am just a hotshot with a big mouth. but I advise each and every one of you to avoid me until I make my debut. you wouldn't want to get on my crap list before you see what I can do to a human. I am not a sadistic monster-type character. I am not living in some fairy-tale. This is reality, and through all my life I was persecuted. No more will I be on the butt end of jokes, I will turn each of you into laughing stocks. This isn't about you anymore...all cameras are on my. I will bring this place into the glory days, and yet each of you will hate what it becomes. Why is this? Because you enjoy where you are right now, waking up each day and living a lie. Don't you understand? Your champions are defeating pathetic competition, so they believe they are God's gift to wrestling. Yet not one of them have gained a victory over someone with a half shred of talent. If a moron defeats a retard...the moron feels like a genius. But how quickly that moron can start to believe in its own lie. It's time AWG gets real talent, and it is time for champs to start stepping up to their claim for fame.
Walter rises to his feet and blows all the candles out. We are now sitting in complete darkness. We expect the camera to fade, but in the darkness we hear the voice.
Walter: So where do we go from here? We wait. We wait until I get my first match. We wait until I receive the name of the man who will be first. I pray at night for that man. Because he will come out here swinging...I have no doubts. He will use mindless cliches and call me every name in the book. And yet I will pierce through the 3rd grade insults. I will look past the insults on calling me a nobody. I have no respect here...for to each of you I am just another Joe. But watch me in that squared circle....watch me under the lights above....watch me among the millions of fans, and you will see grace like you never have before. You will see the light that you have missed. My fellow stars...I am the savior...I am your personal epiphany! I will begin my mission to fix the hipocrisy...and I start by embarrassing a champion. I begin by teaching somebody that they are only believing their own lie. I will start by tearing the mask of courage away and revealing the frightened little childish inside. I will start with....Tank!
The lights are turned on as we see we are in a large study. A little Mexican man stands at the doorway by the switch. He stands at only 5'6" or so and has a small mustache. He wears a black suit with a blue tie. The study has a large oak desk in the corner as well as a TV and some small bookshelves. We see each of the candles propped up on books to avoid ruining the soft Persian carpet. The little Mexican man speaks.
Mexican: Ehh.....Senor. What are you doing in here?
Walter: Sanchez! I was trying to do a promo for AWG!
Sanchez: Ehh...sorry Senor. Continue.
The lights are shut off again leaving us in darkness once more. We hear the frustrated voice of Walter A. Stewart through the darkness.
Walter: Forget it. You ruined the mysterious mood. Whatever...just fade or something.
With orders from Walter, the camera slowly fades out into a commercial.
**The was much learned about this new star in AWG, and his future looks bright. And yet we have a desire to know more. He seems to be looking for a way to make an impact, and he has decided to call Tank a fraud. We can only find out more about this man if we**
*Stay tuned*