The Aftermath

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The scene fades in from the fuzz on the screen. You see in front of you a door that reads "Mafia, Inc."
As the door swings open, you see only one person sitting inside the dressing room....Skarrphace.
Sitting there, he's now dressed in a pair of Nike pulloff pants, a Nike pullover sweatshirt, and his platinum
chain, with a new pendant, reading the number "13" on it. Skarrphace is still sweating a bit from the night's
activities. His equipment bag is laying on the ground next to him, it's zipped up and looks ready
to leave. Skarrphace looks up at you as the door shuts behind you.

Skarrphace: I see the BWO cameras haven't been packed up here....glad you could make it. Well, I did what I said I would do tonight, didn't I? I walked into the arena tonight, full of confidence....but then again, I'm always confident, aren't I? And then, as it turns out, Supa Fly doesn't make it...but it's all good because I'm sure he had a reasonable reason why he couldn't be here....so Berg comes to me before the show begins and tells me that the match is going to go from a 6-man tag to a regular 4-man tag match, since Mizery didn't bother showing up either....so it was gonna be me and Justin taking out...I mean, takin' on The Outsider and Congrel....Well immediately they should've just cancelled the match....because Outsider and Congrel really didn't have a chance again me and the Franchise...but they didn't...and we went out there and did what we said we would do...what we said all week would happen happened....and Skarrphace, that's right, me, the Only 1 That Matters, pinned that good-for-nothin' waste of space known as The Outsider for the *holds his fingers up* 1-2-3....*laughs*....and now, if I don't miss my guess, I'll get The Outsider, one-on-goddamn-one next Tuesday night...and if I don't get him, well, he'd better grow eyes in the damn back of his head....because the 'Phace is lookin' for him....now, if you'll follow me, Scotty is waiting on me at the airport....

Skarrphace picks up his equipment bag and heads out of the room, shutting the lights off as he goes.
Within seconds, he's standing next to the chartered limo that Mafia, Inc. has at all events and is headed out of the arena.
Riding in the limo, Skarrphace sleeps for part of the way to the hospital. Then, popping his head up, he speaks.

Skarrphace: You know, I thought it was damn funny what we did to Spike tonight....I mean, Scotty beat him fair and square, and well, he deserves that cash....but Spike wants to be a little bitch about it all, so now we have to take what's ours....well, that's fine with the 'Phace and Mafia, Inc....it's all good. In fact, make it hard for us, Spike, that way when you're left paralyzed in the hospital retirement home with no use of your limbs and a broken neck and jaw from fuckin' with Mafia, Inc., we can always laugh and say "We Told You So, bitch..." *laughs* Damn...almost to the airport now....

Skarrphace arranges his bag as the limo pulls into the airport. The limo stops and Skarrphace gets out and
takes his bag and throws the strap of it over his shoulder. Walking into the terminal, he scans the area
for Scott Linx, the leader of Mafia, Inc. He checks by the ticket counter. Nothing there. He looks over at
baggage check-in. Nope, not there either. He walks on to the escalator and heads up to the 2nd floor.
He looks to his right, nothing. Just some security guard rent-a-cops talking. To his left is the food court.
He scans the area. He notices the McDonald's. He sees a large man ordering there and recognizes him.
Laughing to himself a bit, Skarrphace starts towards Scott Linx just as Scotty sits down, Skarrphace gets his attention.

Skarrphace: Hey Scotty! Damn man, already rechargin' those batteries, eh? *grins*

Scott Linx: Hey man! Heh heh, yeah I was really hungry. I wasn't able to catch breakfast 'cuz my flight left so friggin early.

Skarrphace: Cool man, I was just remarking about how it was definately a Mafia, Inc. night tonight....we need to have nights like this more often *grins*

Scott Linx: *grinning* Definetly! I showed that punk Spike not to mess with my money, I put him down for a three count! Of course, you knew that since you helped me beat money out of him like a piñata.

Skarrphace: Man, I thought that was funny as hell when his head bounced off that bat....and then bounced off the ground....then he grinned....what a sick f*cker that guy is...*laughs*

Scott Linx: *taking a big bite of an Arch Deluxe* I know man, *chewing* I couldn't belive it, after I knocked him senseless he smiles... what an idiot. You and our associatte Mr. Sane didn't seem to have too much trouble dismantling the Tortured Soulz.

Skarrphace: Just like we were sayin' all week...and it was easier than I thought really. I expected Mizery to chicken out like a coward, and it was relatively easy to take down Outsider and Congrel at that point....boy, I can't wait to see where we are on the Rankings this week....of course, Maelstrom has mysteriously disappeared, and with him my shot at the US title...but, that will come in time....for now, I'll take some pleasure in beatin' the ever-lovin' piss outta that wanna-be bad buy Outsider....I'm hopin' Berg gives me that match....

Scott Linx: I'm sure he will. Unless Berg likes him, heh heh. Where did Maelstrom go, anyway? Do you know?

Skarrphace: No fuckin' clue man....none. He might've gotten take on some "magical" journey to some mysterious place....either that or he's just gotten plain lazy....either way, when he returns, it'll be on....hey, how much time we got til our flight for Richmond leaves?

Scott Linx: *looking at his watch* Oh, shit! We gotta go, RIGHT NOW!

The two men break into a run and go as fast as they can to their boarding gate. They get inside the door
to the ramp just as it closes behind them.

Skarrphace: Whew....that was close...you and your Arch Deluxe's....*laughs*

Scott Linx: *laughing* Yeah, if we were riding in the Mafia Inc. leer jet we wouldn't have this problem. It's too bad Jayson Reynolds went on that trip to Vegas...

The two men take their seats in first class as Skarrphace continues.

Skarrphace: So what's up with you for Tuesday man? Any idea who your opponent will be?

Scott Linx: I asked the President if I could face the DLS... you know, David Lee Starr. I fought him once before awhile back.

Skarrphace: The DLS, eh? Cool man, you can take him....should be a good fight though....what happened when you fought him that one time?

Scott Linx: *after a long pause*... Draw.

Skarrphace: Sounds like unfinished business....

Scott Linx: You got that right. But, I don't know anything for sure at this point.

Skarrphace: Yeah...well shit man, I'm gonna catch some shut-eye while we fly...let me know when we get to Richmond....

Scott nods at Skarrphace as he leans his seat back a bit. Scott takes his CD player out of his carry-on bag and puts his
headset on. The captain speaks for a bit about the flight and after a few, the airplane is off. The cameraman dozes off a bit and when
he wakes up, the plane is landing in Richmond, Virginia. Skarrphace is waking up and Scott is getting his stuff together.

Skarrphace: We there yet? *laughs*

Scott Linx: Yeah I think so... sweet Virginia. Get ready for a party man, I'll see you back at the house. *getting up and carrying his bags off of the plane*

Skarrphace: Right on, man....I'll see you there. I need to make a stop on the way, but I'll meet you there....

Scott Linx: Later, man...

Skarrphace and Scott Linx slap hands together as they part and go their seperate ways. Within
a few seconds, Skarrphace is out of sight, as is Scott Linx, so the scene quickly fades to black.

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