Off camera:
Stalker Knight is sitting in a mental sanitorium. After a few minutes he stands up, and starts walking towards the door. When an orderly steps in his way, he tosses the man aside like a small child.
On camera:
We see this man dressed like a nurse come flying into view, and he crashes to the floor. Walking towards the caged entrance from one side is Stalker Knight from this side of the cage we can see Lady Kenzie, and _____ walking toward the cage.
Kenzie runs to the cage. While Kenzie and _____ wait to get inside the cage, we can see Stalker being put into a straight Jacket.
Stalker you do not want to do this. If you are too aggressive, too unruly they will take away your permission to participate in the work release program. They might even petition the judge to force you to quit wrestling. Do you want that to happen when you have a chance to win a Championship this Sunday?
Stalker looks stunned. He turns to Kenzie.
A Championship . . . what did they finally deal with that degenerate disgrace Alex Kendall, and realize I am the only true challenge to the Mick?
Kenzie shows Stalker the updated Anarchy card, and he tears it up. He looks at Kenzie, and sees that she is afraid.
_____ are they allowed to do this to me? Can they honestly expect me to compete against the rookies, and the dregs of the company? Do they not realize I am worth more than they are handing me?
_____ looks at him, a stern look in her eyes.
Frankly, Stalker as long as they book you, and keep you booked then they are fulfilling their obligation to the program. However you are right they have insulted you by putting you in a match as this. So how do you deal with it?
Stalker looks at her with a disbelieving look.
How do I deal with it? Let me tell you. They want to put me in a match with a bunch of inferior talent? Well lucky Thy has a very good health plan, because if I do not kill someone we will all be lucky. A man’s first chance at a Championship should be the most monumental, the most influential, the most memorable match in his career. Sadly my first real chance at a Championship in Thy is a match that actually should not even be happening. Yeah, very memorable. So I will have to take it upon myself to make the match more than our distinguished head office have made it.
Stalker’s face has a far off look on it . . . almost as if he is no longer even here. Even as he speaks the look of emptiness grows, and expands to take in his stance. To one did not know better it would look as though he had achieved perfect inner peace, still others know that this is just the calm before the storm.
So we have the rookies, and fledgling stars wishing to shine. Boys trust me, you will get your chance, it may come when you expect it, nor will it most likely come when you want it, but it will come. This match at Anarchy is not your chance . . . it is not your time. An evil is coming, and it is coming soon. Austin people like you think that you own the men, and women in your employ. Well I am here to tell you, that while you may own the Jacob Senn’s, the Jakob Alexander’s, the Angellus’s, and the rest of the mediocre talent in this company. Neither you nor ANYONE else will EVER own me, I am Stalker Knight, my fathe before me carried this name, and he NEVER sold out so neither will I. I will however rip through any member of the roster you decide to place before me, I will start with the children you have decided to put in this T.V. Championship match. After that it will continue with you.
Stalker looks at _____, and Kenzie, a deep, and soulful look in his eyes.
Neither of you know my evil side . . . the bargains I must make with the darkness, and I would prefer you never find out. Please leave, and let me take care of this myself.
Kenzie has suddenly developed a scared look on her face. While _____ does not truly look concerned. She leads Kenzie from the room. Stalker now sitting there alone save for the camera on it’s tripod, stands up, and pulls his arms, and eventually frees himself from his restraints.
So, we have a match in which I am facing four relative no names, and even worse a couple of them are out right wastes of wrestling gear. I shall address each of the four of you in turn but now is not your time. No it is time for me to address the owner, and his flunkies. I have put out a strong physical effort, every time I have been booked, I may not always win, I may not always be understood, but there is one thing no-one can deny. When i am on my game there are very few people that can stand in my way. Yet somehow I never seem to be given that one chance, that one true opportunity that I deserve. I will not let myself be held down any longer. I will not sit by, and watch while people like Senn, people like Wade Barrett being given chance after chance. I will take the T.V. Championship, and never let go of it. I am done holding back for the sake of others. I am done worrying about being fined, suspended, or even fired. I am powerful, I am more powerful than you can measure. It is my destiny to succeed, you can not stop me by creating boundaries, or borders. I cross all boundaries, I destroy all borders. All I ask for is truth. At the end of ones life they need to face the right, and the wrong they have done. The books must balance. Austin can you honestly say that the book of your life will balance? I personally doubt it. Your choices, and your actions mark you a coward. Austin I have been in this industry for too many years to have my fate decided by the likes of you. You take four men, and make a Championship match, does it occur to you that no-one will care about this Championship if it were to fall to the boys who are less relevant to this industry than the residue under my boots. A Championship needs to be carried by someone with a Champions heart, or EVEN the person carrying it will not respect it. Thy W.W.E. almost made a mistake, by booking a match for a Championship where all the combatants were as of yet undeserving. Thankfully P.O.T. fixed that by walking away. When I win this match, the T.V Championship will have some worthy of its weight. Starr, far be it from me to tell you how to do your job, but I honestly believe that you, along with every member of the Thy W.W.E. Universe owe P.O.T. a big thank you, and a decent payoff, for saving your collective asses.
Stalker kneels down, and looks to the ceiling. He closes his eyes, and begins speaking in a language no one can understand. Suddenly his head tilts back, and he howls, a look of fierceness coming across his face.
I have the opportunity to change that fact, and tonight I will. Tonight I will walk through men like K. Orton, Wade Barrett, Njord Huscarl, and Jakob Alexander. I am better than this . . . I am better than being put in a match with these four no name children.
In Njord Huscarl we have what seems to be a guy straight out of a Marvel comic book. So Mr. Norse plainsman, I know so little about you, that I really do not even know where to start. You like Jakob Alexander are a new commodity in this business, you still need to prove yourself, and while a victory over someone such as myself would go a long way in that quest . . . simply, I can not afford to lose to one such as yourself.
In Jakob Alexander, we have a man who looks like he is Sweettooth’s baby brother. Come on I mean seriously, I have seen some pretty lame attempts at hiding who you are, or changing yourself, but REALLY, making yourself look like some videogame character? Jakob, why shrink from who you are? Is it to make others feel more secure in who they are? No it is because you are not secure in who you are yourself. Jakob, I see something in your eyes, you will make it in this industry, just do not be unwilling, or unafraid to pay your dues. You will be one of the greats . . . if you are willing to suffer. There is just one problem Jakob . . . this is not your time. Oh, do not get me wrong, anyone, AND I MEAN ANYONE could come out of this match the T.V. Champions, but you, like Njord, K.O., Barrett, are just not ready for what that would mean. Jakob, do you REALLY think you are ready? Jakob, I will extract from you every ounce of pain, every ounce of sweat, every ounce of blood you feel you can afford to lose, and I assure you, your effort will come up short.
Wade Barrett, this man is one of the young guns of today, Wade do you truthfully believe you stand a chance? If you were to win the T.V. Championship it would be a travesty. See here is a history lesson for all of you people out there in T.V. land. In World War I, and World War II, who was it that was always messing with forces they could not handle, the British, and the Americans. Well this match epitomizes those days. We have you Wade, and a bunch of undeserving Americans, who are knocking at the door, and the LONE CANADIAN in this match must save the Championship from your bungling, selfish hands. Wade maybe you can answer a question for me. Why are all British wrestlers assholes? If you would truly like to know what is passing through my mind at this moment I will tell you. I wonder if you can even contemplate the gravity upon a Champion. I for one have been there, so I know the pressure that a CHAMPION must face day in, day out. The life of a Champion is not all Honeysuckles, and pie. As a Champion you must work two hundred times harder than the rest of the boys in the back.
K. Orton you carry the name Orton, yet you act like a coward, and you hide at any opportunity you have. Orton you know here is some history for you, while you may be a “FOURTH” Generation Superstar, you do not act like one, I see people like Ted Dibiase Jr., and Cody Rhodes, D.H. Smyth, the Uso’s and Natlya, and I see how a true athlete, and superstar is supposed to act, They come out every night, every week, and give everything they have to entertain the fans here, and around the world. You come out night in night out, and do the least you can to get by, you come out, and after five minutes fans are sleeping in their seats. You are the human cure for insomnia. If people were to sleep any deeper they would end up in the hospital on life support, and Thy would be sued. K.O. how about you take some time off, and learn the craft you claim to love so much? You know what boys I am tired, and we all have a long night ahead of us.
Stalker stands, and walks to the door. He knocks on it signalling he is ready to leave for the show. The orderly opens the door, and he walks out, and joins Kenzie, and their lawyer, the scene fades as they walk off into the parking lot.
