-[ The scene
fades in from the fuzz on your screen. As the snow clears
up, you see in front of you the
large mansion home of Skarrphace. It's around 10:15 p.m.
local time and it's quite dark outside, and humid
for a late April night. The door opens and you enter the
home. There aren't many lights on inside the main
foyer, but you can see where some light is coming from
the study down the hall, so you begin to make your
way there. Your footsteps echo on the black marble floor
as you make your way down the hall, trying
to keep your steps as light as possible and failing
miserably. You get to the study and find that the light
was
coming from several candles lit in the room, no electric
lights on on any kind, and as you enter, you hear a
familiar tune playing somewhere in the room. You don't
see anyone in the room until you are fully inside, and
then, twirling around in a large black leather-back
recliner is Skarrphace himself, dressed in a pair of dark
pants,
a dark shirt and he has a glass of brandy in his hand,
swirling it around. He has a very serious look on his
face
as you come closer, and as you do, he speaks in a very
quiet tone, but loud enough to hear over the music. ]-
Skarrphace : It has come to pass. What I
said would happen, again, happened. The 'Phace walked
into the match with the Legend, Kip Reed, and walked out
of the match a winner, and Kip Reed a loser. It has been
told that many have tried, few have succeeded....I have
succeeded. What others have failed to reach, I have
reached. What others have failed to match, I have matched
it, and then some. There is NO doubt that I am at the
very top of my game right now....but I must be cautious.
For it is this very confidence that will cause me to
stumble in my path. Many warriors have been in the exact
same position I am in now, and so many of them have lost
their way because....of over-confidence. That will NOT
happen to me. But yet, it is good to revel in your
victories, if only for a moment. To step back and look at
the big picture of things that happen. The big
picture....
-[
Skarrphace stands up for a moment,
staring into the flame of a nearby candle.
His grin is small as he continues to speak over the
music. ]-
Skarrphace : The Civil War in the BWO is
heating up....and there are many people....many enemies
and friends alike, who are caught up in this
battle....Maelstrom himself might think this sort of
thing foolish considering what it is we're fighting
for.....I might tend to agree with him. Why do we push
on....in this battle of wills. For power? Isn't it
obvious where the power lies? Men walk the streets alone
with power more than enough to destroy those here who
have what they believe to be power....but yet, they
fight. And they fight....for what? Glory? The glory is
earned....it is given freely to those who deserve
it....and I have earned it....I deserve the glory. T4R
deserves the glory....had it not been for that
contemptable Jonny Hemp, The Master Race would be the BWO
Tag Team Champions....what a sad excuse for title holders
Lightning and Hellfyre are....pitiful. Their ride as BWO
Tag Team Champions will end much sooner than they
think....if not at the hands of The Master Race, then
certainly at the hands of someone else....idiots such as
Hellfyre and Lightning always fail to see the big
picture....
-[ Suddenly,
on Skarrphace's computer, you hear a voice come from the
speakers saying....
You've got mail
...and Skarrphace stops what he's
doing, sets his brandy glass down onto the conference
table
and walks over to his desk. He sits down and clicks the
email icon on his computer. The camera
zooms in and this is what it sees: ]-
-[
Skarrphace stands up, teeth
grinding together. He picks up his brandy glass and
throws it against
the fireplace, causing the shards to fly all across the
ground and the brandy to spill all over the fireplace.
He picks up a marble ball paperweight and throws it
through a window 30 feet away. ]-
Skarrphace : How DARE they do this to
me.....HOW DARE THEM!!! I have worked my ass off for a
shot at the US Title....I've kept my mouth shut....I
request no matches....they put me in a match with Kip
Reed, and what do I do?! I beat him, fair and fuckin'
square in the goddamn middle of the ring....1, 2,
3.....plain as day, clear as crystal....and what do they
do? The goddamn Front Office...what the hell do they do?!
They put me in a match with some nobody named
Sphere....and from what this says, Kip Reed, who I
totally embarrass at TakeDown last night, get a US Title
shot next week! NEXT GODDAMN WEEK! Is THIS how they
reward hard work? Is THIS how they reward dominance? Make
no mistake about it, Sphere, you are now a marked man. I
am going to approach this fight with you as if it is for
everything I have ever worked for my ENTIRE life....I
will make YOU an example of my frustration....my anger.
And make no mistake about this....when I say
this.....Jonny Hemp, Kip Reed, you will have
some....shall we say....uninvited company during your
match on Tuesday TakeDown.....I will make SURE both of
you understand just how serious I am....and then the
entire BWO will know why I am called The Only 1 That
Matters....and they.....DON'T.
-[
Skarrphace storms out of the room,
and as soon as he does, you hear the voice from
the computer go off again....
You've got mail
....but Skarrphace is long gone
from the room, and down the hallway. He didn't hear the
voice
announce the arrival of the new email. And soon, the
scene fades to black. ]-
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