Stalker:
No one is safe from my World.. And especially Not from The Kabal’s World… Do me a favor and cut on out of here. I need to take this call.

Rezin shrugs before placing his Zippo on the table before staring towards Vacio who is inspecting the various pictures of DEFIANCE wrestlers on the ‘Target board’.

Rezin:
Keep your eyes on the flame, Captain! And Focus!

A sharp whistle from Rezin catches Victor’s attention, the pair exchange a stare before they depart and soon Stalker is left in his own company, staring at his phone which has been ringing in silence on the table beside him. Reaching down he accepts the call.

Voice:
Took you long enough, Reeves.

Stalker:
You should be thankful I even picked up. Now tell me, why do you insist on distracting me from focusing on my plans to wage your war?

There is a long pause before the Russian accented voice replies back, in a brutish tone.

Voice:
The Kabal has finalized your target already - however, your updated ‘agenda’ includes an additional threat we don’t consider a high value… prospect. Care to explain why you are spreading yourself even thinner?

Stalker’s cadence didn’t change during the entirety of the man’s statement, haunched over with his fists buried deep into the wooden table. His eyes never leave the keys for his part time Uber gig, staring back at him, taunting him.

Stalker:
Because you can’t just target the biggest man in the industry without blindsiding them with something different. I’m not simply going after what you want, Fear. I’m going for what ‘The Captain’ sees on the battleground - an opportunity to unleash chaos on the least likely targets.

While speaking Stalker’s eyes moved from the keys on the wooden table, to Rezin’s Zippo lighter, referencing himself as The Captain to the unknown voice on the phone, was his way of providing the needed focus.

Voice:
You speak to us as if you were successful in any of your tasks thus far, Reeves. Ms. Paz has been keeping close tabs on what has been going on - providing us with the updates that you refuse to. Getting yourself banned from Rezin’s title match was… reckless.. You…

Stalker: [interrupting]
Let me speak to her.

There is a pause in the Man’s voice as Stalker’s hands finally release themselves from the table, his eyes staring at the boards across from him, the wooden table surrounded almost like an FBI profiler’s workspace. 

Voice:
Speak to who… Courtney? You have her…

Stalker:
No… Jessica. Put her on the phone - it’s been months since we have had any communication with each other and with me laying the groundwork for this insanity - I would like to speak to her… NOW!

The phone bounces up off the wooden table as Jason Reeves slams his fist into it, his eyes are slightly watering with anger and his stance clearly shows his rage. Moments trickle by that seem to last an eternity, Stalker’s eyes stare relentlessly at Rezin’s Zippo on the table. Moving forward with his right hand he grabs it before striking it on. 

Stalker:
I’ll take your silence as you understand my request and are processing it - understand this as well, I am literally engineering.. ‘Darkness’... my plans are going to bring DEFIANCE to its knees in ways that no one. No One. Could ever think imaginable. You point out my loss or Rezin’s loss for that matter as points of weakness? Fear, you don’t know what it means to bring the type of chaos you all are asking for. Success doesn’t come simply in the column of pinfalls, not for the greatest swan song of all time.

Voice:
Enough. I checked with them and…. Jason… she is not available for talking.

Stalker:
You are a fucking liar. Tell them if they want to see the world burn into ashes and become.. My vision. Then they will make sure that she will be calling me before night’s end.

Voice:
I can’t promise you anything. Listen - The strategy and the endgame remain the same. You have a monster coming for you now, Reeves. Involving his family like you did.. That is going to bring down the wrath of god on you. Do not let distractions deter you from the desired results. Jessica is safe, that’s all you need to know… We will speak again soon.

Before Jason can reply the phone is cut off into silence, staring at it for a few moments Stalker lets out a hard exhale before clicking off the flame to Rezin’s zippo, the camera zooms to Stalker’s face while he studies the various faces surrounding him on the boards displaying potential Allies and enemies.

Stalker:
Giant Monsters, Dark Role Models, and False Heroes are all the same. They will all burn in my flame and become just another aspect of the finality of everything… my World.. Stalker’s World….

Static.

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