Night vs Xander - The Stalker gets Stalked!

It rains. And when it rains, it pours.
I have no idea what in the world has driven me to get out of my house on a day like this. I'm soakin' wet and 'm cold and I'm miserable.
Jersey Boy hasn't found hapiness in the big bad world out there.
My feet are drawn down that road almost automatically. It's time to try to drown those feelings on the bottom of a bottle of bourbon.
It's not the first time, that I question my way of living, that I question myself.
But it's definitely the first time, I feel stalked. Damn, is there someone following me?
It's impossible to seperate shades from fantasy from actual beings in this weather. It must be the darkest night ever.

Right into the break between two matches, the Tron flickers and some kind of video is starting. The scenery is dark, it's obviously raining. A couple of feet away, a silhouette is visible. The steady cam follows that shade, always keeping the distance. It's getting clear that Xander is shown there, walking down a lonely alley. He's taking looks over his shoulder, side glances and seems to feel watched - and he's absolutely right about it. The person who's holding the camera is good in sneaking and hiding. Xander heads towards a pub down the road, and as he enters, there's a visible cut on the tape. Whoever is chasing Xander, he's good at it and does not follow him right into the bar. The scence cuts to The Mean Mangle sitting at the counter, shown from behind and the side, a close table, obviously. Xander is talking to the bartender and the following is heard:



Xander: "It's raining. And when it rains, it pours. I have no idea what in the world has driven me to get out of my house on a day like this. I'm soakin' wet and 'm cold and I'm miserable. Jersey Boy hasn't found hapiness in the big bad world out there. My feet were drawn down that road almost automatically. It's time to try to drown those feelings on the bottom of a bottle of bourbon. It's not the first time, that I question my way of living, that I question myself. But it's definitely the first time, I feel stalked. Damn, is there someone following me?"

The bartender just listens and nods, he doesn't seem to care. The image on the screen fades to black - as suddenly Xander's face appears on the screen instead. He's live on, with a IWF camera team, arguing with Adama.

Xander (yelling): "What do you mean, you have no idea who recorded this? It's your show, you have to know where the input comes from!"

Adama: "What are YOU upset about? Being stalked by a mysterious person? YOU should be the last man on earth complaining about that! You're big and strong, you can defend yourself - and there's nothing I can do for you! Obviously, someone hacked himself in our system and our technicians have no clue where the transmission came from... and now you should get ready for your match, man..."

Adama leaves, with a smirk on his face. Xander's left standing in the locker room. He's very upset, but for the first time, there's a sign of fear in his facial expression. Whoever wanted to alienate him, was succesful.

DURING THE MATCH:

Again the Tron flickers and Xander stares at the screen. What's visible there can easily be recognized as his own hotel room. The steady cam is stepping through the door, moving inside, putting an envelop on the drawer. For a glimpse of an eye a dark shade is seen in the mirror, but nothing can be really recognized. Xander puts his hands to his head in disbelief, totally focussing on the Tron. Night seizes the moment and...

RIGHT AFTER THE MATCH:

The beaten Xander walks back to the locker room. He sits down, takes a look around - and finally sees a message written on his locker: "... nevermore". Xander roars and kicks the locker, dashing out of the building. It's unsure if he's mad - or scared to death.