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"Hell March" by Red Alert
The Fourth Reich's Theme Music

The following footage was taped right after Uberslam.

-[ The scene fades in from the fuzz on the screen. What you see in front of you is fuzzy at first, then
comes into focus. You see a man, standing about 100 feet away from where you are. As you make your
way towards him, you can tell who it is. It's Skarrphace, and he's got the HWO Title around his shoulder, as usual.
He's talking to someone on his cellular phone but as you come near, he closes it and starts down the hallway.
Taking stock of where you are, you quickly realize you're backstage at the Pay-Per-View event the BWO just held,
called Uberslam. There are many BWO employees running about, doing this and that, but you remember why you're
here and you rush after Skarrphace, who's nearly out of sight down the hallway. You catch up to him just as he reaches
a door and stops. On the door, written on a piece of paper, are the words "Maelstrom : BWO U.S. Champion" and
Skarrphace pauses. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on the door. ]-

Voice: *weakly* Enter...

Skarrphace: *opening the door* Maelstrom....it's 'Phace.

Maelstrom: 'Phace... get in here.

-[ Skarrphace enters the room with you and he shuts the door behind him. Maelstrom is slumped over in his chair, his
body looking beaten and tired. Skarrphace sits down in a chair opposite of Maelstrom. ]-

Skarrphace: Damn tough match tonight....I can't believe Hemp screwed you like that....

Maelstrom: ...nothing I didn't expect from such low-level filth....

Skarrphace: You're gonna get your rematch with him right? I mean, you're not gonna stand for that sort of bullshit....

Maelstrom: Yeah, this time I'll know what he's got up his sleeve. *looking very pale*

Skarrphace: You don't look so good, Mael....I think maybe you should let the BWO physician take a look at you....or let me call my personal physician....it's the least I can do....*reaching for his cellular phone*

Maelstrom: *reaches up and grabs it* Don't bother.

Skarrphace: Ok....well, at least get those ribs checked out....anyway, what's your take on this whole New Era thing....did you see that tonight? Some pretty wild shit....

Maelstrom: *faint smile* ...my old crowd. It's always nice to see them again, but I've changed a bit since. *grabs a nearby cup and spits blood into it* Seems like just yesterday... I'd associated myself with Eclipse and Kip. Damn, it's amazing how a little relevation can change a man.

Skarrphace: I know exactly what you mean....look, I've got to meet TMR, they're waiting for me back at the hotel....it's good to have you on board, Mael....*reaches his hand out*

Maelstrom: *looking at the hand cautiously, then up at Skarrphace* I'm equally honored, Skarrphace... the strong band together once more. *another faint smile, then grasping the hand and shaking it...with a surprisingly weak grip* ...I'll be okay... just... let me get to my car.

-[ Without a word, Skarrphace releases Maelstrom's hand and heads out the door. Maelstrom gets up himself,
and grabbing his bag, coughs another stream of blood onto the floor before hobbling out himself. The two men
head off in seperate directions, and soon, Skarrphace is at his limo parked outside the arena. He gets inside and
so do you. Once inside, Skarrphace gets on his cellular phone and makes a call or two. Within moments, the limo
reaches it's destination. Skarrphace gets out and heads into the hotel. Once there, he makes his way quickly to the
elevators. Getting inside the first one that opens up, he presses the button marked "PH" and it lights up. Quickly,
the elevator shoots upwards, taking its passenger's to their desired floors. Once everyone else is off the elevator, it
can now make it's way up to the Penthouse floor. Once there, the doors swoosh open and immediately Skarrphace grins,
seeing Lars and Hans with the door wide open, beverages in hand, and the music playing. ]-

Hans: .....Hey, couldn't start the party without us could ya? After all, there's plenty to drink about tonight.

Lars: Yeah the good and the bad.....Gentlemen, it is a time to celebrate, a time to plot revenge, but right now, most importantly...it's Miller Time.

Skarrphace: Shit yeah....I just came from the arena...Maelstrom does NOT look good....I think he's busted up inside pretty bad, but he refused anything I tried to do to help him....

-[ Skarrphace enters the penthouse suite and goes to the bar and fixes a drink while Hans continued. ]-

Hans: Yeah, but Hemp looked a hell of a lot worse when we took care of that problem.

Skarrphace: *pouring a drink at the bar* Yeah, that was pretty nice how we swooped in and laid him out like that....feels good to be back with you guys, that's for sure...all this secracy shit over the last couple weeks was drivin' me nuts....

Lars: Well worth the wait and the trouble though....Tonight was only the initial public offering though, I see business picking up much more in the near future...

Skarrphace: This is only the beginning, you're right, Lars. Tonight the BWO was ushered into a new era...tonight, the Rebellion began...but most importantly, the BWO was witness to The Fourth Reich....Now the 3rd party must be factored into this "civil war"....and let's just say that we are available...for the right price....*grins*

Hans: and if the price is right, then...who's the next contestant, 'Phace?

-[ The group shares a laugh as they make their way into the living room area of the penthouse suite. ]-

Lars: Well, I dunno though.....after the last contesant, I wouldn't be expecting too many.....Speaking of business 'Phace, I'm thinkin you totally own Reed's ass these days.

Skarrphace: Kip Reed, eh? Well, I should've known that Berg would throw something like that at me after us and The Rebellion stole his thunder at Uberslam....Kip Reed....an icon in BWO....we shall see about that....by the way....are you guys busy Tuesday night or what here?

Hans: Yea, why the hell you think we're so casual about losing that circus exhibit of a match out there ronight....Just got the word on the way over here....Tuesday night, in a real wrestling match, yours truly will lay claim towhat is rightfully ours...Hellfyre and Lightning have a race to run,. and I can already see the finish line....

Skarrphace: *laughing* Right on....that was one helluva match though....I still am in shock that Lightning and Hellfyre ended up winning....but, it's like I always say....the sun shines on every dog's ass sometimes....

Lars: But every dog has his day.......Tuesday in this case....But you're on that card too, aren't ya...You can be there to watch the glory yourself...

Skarrphace: You can be sure I'll be there to make sure that the tag team belts end up in the hands of the rightful owners....and to make sure that the ancient history that Kip Reed made in his BWO career stays in the past....Our time is NOW.

Hans: And their time is limited....I hope Hellfyre and lightning enjoy their fifteen minutes, I hope Kip, no hell, I hope the entire BWO enjoys it while it lasts......

Lars: Our time is now, like you said. Bottom line......Forget the industry, forget the rebels, but they'll never forget the Reich...

Skarrphace: Believe it.

-[ The three men continue to stare down the camera as the scene fades to complete darkness and silence. ]-