(The scene fades in. You are walking. Quickly walking. You're outside and it's cold. In front of you, you see the breath blowing out from your mouth in smoke. You're walking quickly up a hill. Then, as you get to the top of the hill, you see a door. The door seems to be in the side of a mountain. The door is partly open, so you walk through it. You start down a long hallway, going down, down deep into the mountain. The walls are lined with several torches, some of them burn brightly, others don't burn at all. Suddenly, a breeze hits you in the face and you stop dead in your tracks. The light is gone from wherever it came from. Total darkness. Then, from high above you, a light flickers on. Sitting on a bench below the light is Skarrphace, his body covered in sweat. He's wearing a pair of cut-off shorts and wrestling shoes, his platinum chain with the "1" pendant on his shining in the small light, hanging from his chest. Steam is coming off of his head and back as the sweat pours off his body. He looks up and speaks slowly.)

Skarrphace: Welcome.....*deep breath*....total darkness, at ease, be at all one....it seems you've found me....I come here whenever I need to focus...tomorrow night is a night where the 'Phace needs to be at 100 percent....I need to be at full speed and full strength when I take on Bongo tomorrow night so that when my hand is raised in victory, there will be NO doubt as to who should have won the match....there will be NO doubt as the who the LW International Champion is....and there will be no doubt who the biggest group of talent is in the LW....that would be The Empire.....

(Skarrphace stands up abruptly, grabbing a towel from the bench and tossing it over his shoulder. He walks across the room and reaches into the darkness. His arms thrust back and a door opens, and suddenly a light flashes brighter than any light that has been so far. You chuckle to yourself as you realize that Skarrphace has opened a refridgerator. He reaches in and pulls out a large water bottle. He slams the door shut and darkness explodes in again. As Skarrphace walks back towards the one light, he cracks open the large bottle of water and drinks some, the excess water running down his face and chest. Then he takes the bottle and pours it over his head, the water running down his head and down his back. He shakes his head and a spray of water hits you. You wipe it off as he paces under the light.)

Skarrphace: Bongo....you call yourself Mr. Perfection....and why is that? Because you have a perfect record? Maybe it's because you think you don't make mistakes.....maybe it's because you have low self-esteem and seeing that name in lights next to mine boosts your ego.....whatever the reason, the 'Phace is going to give you several reasons why that name won't suit you come Saturday night.....first and foremost, and this is important, so take notes if you need to....The Empire runs this bitch....don't ever forget that....from Day 1, we've been ballin' and doin' the shot-callin' around here...and it will continue to the Reign of the Mighty on Saturday night....what does that mean for you? That means a big, fat "L" on your record, courtesy of The Only 1 That Matters....some of you might not know who that is....that's me....*holds up the "1" pendant*....that's the 'Phace....the only 1.....

(Skarrphace takes another sip of the water and tosses the bottle into the trashcan across the room. He grabs the towel and wipes his face off again as he sits down at the bench.)

Skarrphace: Let me ask you, Bongo, have you ever seen a man look as good as me right this very minute....have you ever seen someone in as good of condition as I am in right now....tomorrow night is the end of the line for you, Bongo....tomorrow night is the first time in your life that you will have the opportunity and the priviledge to fight the 'Phace....and please know that it is a very distinct honor that you're getting to face me for the right to be called the very first International Champion in Legendary Wrestling....it's simple....come tomorrow night....the belt and the league will be in my hands...it will be in the Empire's hands....the unstoppable.....the inevitable.....don't try and fight it.....it's pointless....but, since the match is scheduled....we can't back out....*laughs*.....the event is booked....the arena is selected.....the fans are lining up.....it's the Main Event of the night.....the countdown is on.....and you may ask yourself....what's the difference between me and you.....the difference is when I walk into the arena tomorrow night....I will walk out the International Champion....and you will not.....so if you're ready to rock....if you truly wanna ride....then let's get on the Merry-Go-Round, bitch.....Mount Up......

(Skarrphace tosses the towel directly into the air and smashes out the light bulb....it makes a loud smashing sound as the shards of glass fall all about Skarrphace as he sits on the bench. Then, total darkness. Again. Then, the scene fades out....the only thing left on your screen is this:)

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