-[ The scene
set before you is one that is familiar to you. The night.
The darkness. The humidity
of the scene immediately causes beads of sweat to appear
on your brow. You wipe at your forehead
and continue on. Up the large hill then around the bend.
There it stands. The large warehouse building.
Already you can hear what sounds like steam rising coming
from the large building as you approach.
You look down and the ground is black. You press on, up
the concrete stairs and to the entrance.
You reach for the latch and throw it up, then pushing
with all your might, slowly open the large metal door.
The steam from the inside hits you in the face and again,
sweat begins to form. You enter and the door
behind you shuts on his own. Strange, but not out of the
ordinary. As you enter, the steam from the room
fills your eyes and you can barely see in front of you
the figure of the man known as Skarrphace. He stands
alone in the room, barely visible. And he speaks with a
tone in his voice that rattles your insides. ]-
Skarrphace
: The time has
come....to clean up your own backyard....before you go
knockin' on your neighbor's door. Time to air the dirty
laundry. Those who speak of me do so with baited breath,
because they KNOW that with each passing day, the legend
of Skarrphace grows in the BWO. It grows to the point
that it cannot be controlled. And there are those here
that either do not see it or refuse to believe that it's
possible....they refuse to believe that a man could come
out of nowhere and do the things I've done in the BWO
thus far. The truth has stared them in the face, time and
time and time again, but yet, they do not listen to it's
voice. Why, you might ask....why indeed. When each and
every man that has been brought before me has suffered
the same fate....yet they do not believe. When each and
every thing I have said has come to pass....yet, they
still do not believe. The formation of the most lethal
society of killing machines ever to hold court in the BWO
comes to pass, just as I knew it would...and yet....THEY
STILL DO NOT BELIEVE.....*pause*.....the time has come.
-[
A wind comes through the building,
out of nowhere, blowing the steam away, leaving only a
small fog in the
building. What you can now see is a large forge, and
beside it, an anvil. You see a large piece of iron laying
in the
fire of the forge, burning, glowing. Skarrphace turns and
picks it up, admiring the heat. Smiling in it. ]-
Skarrphace : The one true leader of this
society is me. I am The Only 1 that can lead this band of
machines into battle....many of you have spoken of things
such as "war" and "destruction" as if
these things are unknown to me. NONSENSE. The words are
all you imbeciles know! Jonny Hemp....he speaks of these
things as if the glory he has achieved was due HIM....he
is a worthless piece of trash. He is a mockery of this
sport. He claims to have MADE Skarrphace....MADE ME?!? Do
you see what stands before you? Do you think that you had
ONE ounce of imput when creating ME?! You talk about this
HWO Title....*picking up the belt from the ground*....this, piece of metal. That's
all it is to me, Hemp. A piece of metal and leather,
symbolizing a greater accomplishment than you could've
EVER done alone. You hand-selected me...but it was ME,
Jonny, that walked out and defeated three men in one
night to walk away with this very belt....this very belt,
which I now hold over you.....your HWO
Title....unrecognized by the Front Office as a legitimate
title....not praised for holding it like I have against
the competition that has come before me....the glory has
YET to be put on Skarrphace, but come Tuesday it will.
Jonny, your title means nothing to me. To me, it's a
curse, and I release this curse from myself as of this
moment...let it melt away and become part of the FUTURE
glory....the black triangle....part of it's glory.....the
time has come....
-[
Skarrphace, holding the belt up for a moment, then
dropping it into the forge, watching the leather
melt away, then slowly the metal melting into the mix.
Soon, the belt is engulfed in flames. ]-
Skarrphace : So now...what do I have to
fight for? My pride, for one. So many people have come up
to me....they have said to me...."Skarrphace, how
can you face such a legend like Kip Reed?! He's too much
even for you! He's in the BWO Hall of Fame, for Christ
sakes!".....Kip Reed....the man, myth, the
legend....but you know one thing that amazes me, Reed?
Your brain. Your smarts. It would appear to the keen eye
that you are NOT taking me seriously.....*raising his
voice* WHAT DO I
HAVE TO DO TO BE SEEN AROUND HERE?!? DO I HAVE TO FUCKING
KILL SOMEONE?!?! IS THAT WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO GET
RESPECT?!?! *calms down* Reed, it's easy to see that you think that
The Only 1 is a warm-up match...that you don't have to
give your best effort to beat me....why do you feel that
way, Kip? Did you climb atop the Idiot Tree like your
childhood and then fall off the branch, hitting every
goddamn branch on the way down?! You don't seem to get
it. Why do you think Berg put me in this match against
you?! Don't you understand what's going on?? He put you
in this match with me, with Cyanide X as the special
guest referee, because he wants to TAKE YOU OUT....and
I'm going to be one that does it. Not many people have
had the chance that I have right now, and I plan on
taking FULL advantage of it, Kip....you are a legend, of
that I have no doubt, but legends fall, just like heroes
and heroines....and it's time to pass the torch to the
next generation of fighter. The Fourth Reich is the
Future of the BWO. The Master Race have the tag team
titles all but won, and tomorrow night, when Cy counts
you down on the 1-2-3.....and he raises my hand while he
cries for his Mentor.....you will have a fat
"L" on your record....a loss, courtesy of The
Only 1 That Matters....that's me, Kip....that's
Skarrphace, The Only 1.....the time has come....
-[ Skarrphace
walks over to the forge again and picks up the metal from
the fire, and as the camera
draws in, you can see the shape of the end of the piece
of metal. It's in the shape of a triangle. It's glowing
red and yellow as Skarrphace lifts it up. Skarrphace
bends the metal handle and reaches around and takes
the glowing hot triangle shape....then he places it on
his left arm, causing the flesh to burn. Skarrphace's
face
grimaces, but then the grimace fades out as Skarrphace
presses the hot metal to his flesh again. After a few
seconds, he releases it, and as he does, blood comes from
the place on his skin now, a blood triangle, with
blood pouring from his arm. Skarrphace flexes his arm,
making a fist and then releasing it, as he speaks, voice
quiet. ]-
Skarrphace : The time has come....nobody
knows the power of the force being unleashed on the BWO.
Not Brian Berg....not The Rebellion....not The New
Era.....not Cyanide X....not even Kip Reed.....and now
the time has come to unleash it....if you thought we were
powerful before....*leaning into the camera, tears running
down his face*
you ain't seen nothin' yet.....
-[
Skarrphace grins an evil grin into the camera before
punching it, causing the camera to drop.
The camera is now on it's side and everything appears
sideways to you now. In the sideways shot,
you see Master Rudolph come in and laugh as he and
Skarrphace shake hands. In the distance, you
almost see Maelstrom's outline as the lightning flashes
outside. The scene then fades to black. ]-
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