The
scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen. In front of
you, you begin to make out what appears
to be a large fortress of a building in the dark sky
background. Lightning flashes. The warehouse. Of course.
You stand erect and face the monstrosity. Worn, beaten
down, the rain begins to fall on your face and in
your eyes. Harder to see now, your feet move without
warning towards the structure. Almost as if they had
a life of their own, they start up the long concrete
steps towards the doorway. The walls of the structure
seem
to almost grin an evil grin at you as you approach,
knowing full well what goes on inside and is happy about
it. Lightning flashes again and the doorway shows itself
to you for a brief moment. You're close now. The heat
is beginning to make it's presense felt on your skin. The
hairs on the back of your neck rise up and you rap on the
large metal door. Soon, the door opens itself up to you
and you enter. The heat slams you in the face and you
have
to take a step back. You do, then gathering yourself you
re-enter the domain. The door slams shut behind you and
the fullness of the heat within envelopes you. Straining
to breathe, you cough some fresh oxygen into your lungs
and
continue into the building. The forge is hot tonight, the
blurriness of the fire's flames rising up causing the
scene to
almost appear dreamlike...
Almost.
Reality comes crashing down on your
mind as you see Skarrphace in the corner of the building,
by the large forge.
Bent over what appears to a piece of metal, burning on
the ground. The piece of metal on the ground is searing a
shape
into the warehouse floor, but you can't see what the
shape is. Getting closer, it appears to be some symbol,
but in the
darkness it's shape you can't see...Skarrphace stands up,
his body pouring with sweat, a cut above his eye bleeding
down
his wet cheek. He moves towards you, silently, quickly
and brushes past you as he stands in the center of the
room. He
pulls down a chain in the middle of the room and what
seems like gallons upon gallons of water fall down upon
the man.
You quickly move to the side and avoid the water, as the
excess water goes into drains strategically placed in the
building.
Skarrphace shakes the water off his head and body much
like a dog might and speaks finally, his voice renewed.
Skarrphace : : *deep breath* Some of you might know this
song....it's an oldie...but goodie....and if ya know it,
feel free to sing along with me here tonight....tell me
whatcha gonna do, when there ain't no man alive...when
the judgment comes for you, when the judgment comes for
you, tell me whatcha gonna do, when there ain't no man
alive, when the judgment comes for you, and it's gonna
come....yeah, damn....the end is here. And what do we
have to show for it? Old trophies...dusty
titles...memories, to be sure....*coughs*....but in the end, what does it
all mean? The grand plan has a bigger place in
mind....you gotta prepare for Eternal warfare. But damn,
it's gone just like that? And now, word comes down the
line that me, Skarrphace, The Only True Man That Matters,
will get a shot to be the last and final bWo World
Champion....and he must take on 3 other men, men that
have claim to the title. The ultimate would be to have my
name etched on that damn title as it gets retired inside
the bWo Hall Of Fame...along with my name as one of the
greatest of all time. Will it happen? Who knows....but
let's take a moment to analyze the three men that stand
between me and the Goal. Let's call them the XYZ
Problem....
Skarrphace
starts back towards the corner and stops in the ground
where the smoldering metal has now nearly gone
out and he runs his fingers through the grooves it made
in the metal warehouse floor. The sizzling sound of
burning flesh
makes your skin crawl as the expression on Skarrphace's
face doesn't change as he speaks again.
Skarrphace : : Now, the "X" in
this Problem is Scott Linx. Oh, Scotty, have we come a
long way from the old days or what? The days of balling
and partying, the women, the titles, the money....it all
flowed to us because we were at the top of our
games...and we continued that level, didn't we? We were
as tight as brothers, and now we are pitted against each
other....and as much as I love you as a brother, you can
rest assured that just like you, I will not hesitate to
take you the fuck out if it suits me. I would like
nothing better than to have it come down to you and I,
one more time for old time's sake and for all the fuckin'
marbles....but if it doesn't, I don't wanna any hard
feelings. *stops a moment and thinks* Actually, it doesn't matter to me
if you do have hard feelings. This is a war, and only the
strong survive. You know who that is Scotty....don't you?
*looking
right into the camera a moment*
Skarrphace
stands again and stretches his back, and you hear the
bones in his back pop in succession. Skarrphace shakes
it loose and jogs in place a moment, punching the air. A
large smile comes over his face as he continues.
Skarrphace : : Now, I'm sure all you smart
viewers have tried to figure this out...XYZ....I can just
see you....I know "X" means Linx....and Z,
that's prolly Faze....but Y....what's that got to do with
Kronos...? If you think about it, it makes sense....Y
stands for Young Champion.....which he is....and what he
will NO longer be after this final event. Kronos. Thrust
into the spotlight WAY too fuckin' early. Do you know
what's in store for yourself when Faze, Linx and 'Phace
enter the ring against you? You have them to worry
about...but you know, I'd worry about me the most. I'm
gonna make it a point to knock you off the pedestal that
the bWo Front Office put you on. You think you were ready
for it. You think the spotlight is someplace you can
handle, boy? You honestly think that you're ready? This
is the big time, man. No bullshit, no works. When the
bell rings....*stops a moment*....nah, fuck that, when the doors
open up, the game is afoot, and you're one of the three
targets in my sights come Sunday night. What are you
gonna do? Fight or run? Think carefully before you
answer....my Y Problem....
Skarrphace
stops a moment and picks up the piece of metal on the
ground that he made the impression in the ground with,
and he holds it up in the light, and you see it resembles
the letters "X", "Y", and
"Z" all put together in one symbol. Skarrphace
drops it into the fire and the metal heats back up
quickly, turning the letters into a glowing red symbol of
fire. Skarrphace takes
it out of the forge, and drops it into the water a
moment, then places it on his chest, searing the flesh.
Skarrphace contains a scream
as he presses the metal into his skin. Then after what
seems like forever, he removes the metal brand and seared
on his chest
is the symbol, blood coming from a few points on his
skin, muscles flexing. Tears flowing down his cheeks, he
grins into the camera.
Skarrphace : : *screaming* FAZE!!!!!! *deep breath,
screaming again*
FAZE!!!!!!! You. And. Me. The time is Now. The scar on my
chest will represent only one very small part of what I
am going to do to you. You think you know the Darkness?
I'm the REAL fuckin' thing. The death you walk and dance
with...it's nothing compared to the REALness of my death.
The REALness of my life. Faze, I've waiting quietly in
the wings for you. I've stopped and started, sighed and
breathed, coughed and tried, over and over, once and
again, the time is NOW. No more games. No more bullshit.
The Only 1 That Matters and the Deadman are gonna dance
in this mother fucker, and if you honestly are ready for
me, then you know the tune, you called the dance, bitch,
let's ride.....*voice trails off*.....FAZE!!!!! *screams it
out again, voice trailing off in a crackle*
Skarrphace
drops to his knees, clutching his chest again, the
crackle of burned flesh and liquid blood under his hands.
Skarrphace lets out a laugh in the warehouse, echoing
against the walls. The camera focuses on Skarrphace's
chest,
as Skarrphace's hands drop and reveal the "XYZ"
burn on his chest, still bleeding, crusting up, as the
scene fades to black.
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