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The scene fades back in and that same familiar mist covers the screen. Soon afterwards, you hear the coughing
of Paustin Hours and know you must be back again. This time, however, the mist is fading away much slower, and
doesn't really seem to be going anywhere. You see an arm waving about somewhat wildly in the mist, and you can
tell from the dress that it's Paustin Hours. The coughing is continuing as finally the mist fades out. But, there is much
darkness where they are and you can't even see the two bodies of Skarrphace or Paustin for the darkness.

Paustin Hours: Well now, what have we here?

Skarrphace: Looks like darkness, you dweeb....

Paustin Hours: But I thought that we were supposed to be in the future next....but I don't think that's where we are....

Skarrphace: No, I get the feeling I know exactly where we are....

Suddenly, the room comes into view. It looks to be a worn down hotel room. The windows are open and flies are
flying about the place. There is a haze in the room, a haze that's caused by heat. Then, suddenly, the door swings open
and the adult Justin Sane walks in. He looks a mess, his hair greasy from not being washed, his clothes dirty, same reason.
He's got a bag of groceries in his hand and he throws them down on the table. He comes in and grabs the remote to the small
T.V. in the room and turns it on. Slumping in the chair, grabbing a beer, he sighs to himself and burps. On a calendar on the wall,
it reads "April 2000", so the date must be close to present day.

Skarrphace: Now if those other scenes made you feel sorry for the guy, that just went right out the window with this mental image....good Lord, what a waste of space....

Paustin Hours: The man looks a mess! And that smell...must be hereditary....

Skarrphace: Nice observation. But not quite. You see, this is a prime example of talent gone bad. Justin Sane was once a prominent member of the BWO. He was once respected and admired. Hell, I even admired him somewhat, as he was my tag team partner. But now, I don't know if he's lost the drive, lost the edge it takes to be a success, but all that's left of him now is this....this shell of a man that lives day to day on crumbs....a true bottom-feeder in society. And for what? What brought him to this point? Laziness? Perhaps. Perhaps the one thing that has led to his demise more than anything else is his will to survive. You see, for me, it's not just enough to survive....I must thrive. I thrive on competition....I thrive on someone bringing the best out of me. I thrive on the action and the drama. But this man, he thrives on beer and cigarettes...he thrives on fast food and T.V. dinners....he thrives on late night T.V. and sleeping til noon. These are the habits of a broken man, and this is what's led to his demise....

Skarrphace walks over to Justin Sane, still slumped in the chair, a sad, depressed look in his face.
Skarrphace leans down and smells, making an ugly face, and he just stalks around Sane in a circle, as Sane
is unaware of his presence. He just continues to blindly stare into the small T.V. screen.

Skarrphace: And now what? We're two days away from Uberslam, and this chump isn't ready. He's not ready for what I'm bringin'. The HWO Title, sure....but I'm bringing a lot more than that. You see, last week on Tuesday Takeover, I took what was mine. The HWO Title had my name on it from the start, and even though President Berg doesn't acknowledge it, I beat 3 men to get this title...3 men in one night. How many people can say that? Not many, and certainly not men the likes of Justin Sane. This man sickens me. The mere thought of me facing him in the ring is making me sick to my stomach. But I know I must go in there....and walk out the Champion. There's no other way. But this history lesson in Justin Sane's life has taught me one thing....one very important thing....you know what that is, Paustin?

Paustin Hours: I don't have a clue....

Skarrphace: Never disrespect the game. Because there isn't one person or group of people that's bigger than the game. You disrespect the game, and you end up losing. There's no two ways about it. Justin Sane has lost his edge, and it wouldn't be hard for me to fall to the bottom with him...but I'm going to rise above all this, and come Hell or high water, beat his ass come Thursday night. Uberslam is the beginning of a long line of destruction that I will not only be a part of, but I will witness. This Uberstar is coming to the BWO Anniversary show and is taking it over. And I'm bringing the calvary with me. Justin, your time has passed you by. You had the golden chalice, and you let it slip from your fingers to mine. Now I hold it high above my head, and you will be the first in a long line of losers to fall to the hands of The Only 1 That Matters....it's a pity that's the way it is, but there's no other way. See you Thursday, chump....

Paustin Hours: Well, with that said, I guess our journey here is done, eh ol' chap? What say we round up some kitties for a nice time at my shag-pad?!

Skarrphace: Paustin, get a life...I'm outta here....

Skarrphace snaps his fingers and the mist appears again. Paustin is coughing roughly this time as Skarrphace
grins and disappears. The scene then fades to black.

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