{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen.
On the screen, you see yourself walking outside somewhere.
It's sometime during the night, because the sky is black.
You seem to be running out of breath, you must be walking up hill.
You see a mountain side ahead of you, and as you get closer,
something moves within the wall.
It appears to be some sort of doorway. Instinctively, you slow down.
You peer into the doorway and see more darkness.
You procede on with caution. There are a few torches to light your way.
The closer you get, the hotter it becomes.
Suddenly, a somewhat cool breeze hits you in the face and you feel as if you've entered
into a large opening. You feel around and can't see anything, can't feel any walls.
Suddenly, from high above, a light flickers on and you observe that you are now inside a large cave.
Your eyes adjust to the new light and begin to scan the cave area.
As your eyes lower, you see a figure sitting on a bench of some kind.
The man you see is Skarrphace. He's wearing a pair of cut-off shorts and his platinum chain
with the "1" pendant on it is shining, with sweat pouring off his shoulders and head.
As the camera focuses in on him there, he speaks softly.}}

Skarrphace:
The time has come....for everyone to clean up their own backyards....
before they go knockin' on their neighbor's door.
Truer words were never spoken....and now I come to this point.
It's early in my IEW career, but already I can tell who the true players are....
And who are the ones that do not pose a threat to me and my Reign.
The Original Gangster....what a joke.
You are as empty as your threats.
You a truly a waste of space and cash-flow, but the time will come when
The 'Phace dispatches you and all your idiocracy.
This is the Dungeon....and for those of you that don't know....
This is where my plans are hatched...and my skills honed....
You should get used to seeing me here, because I work until
perfection is achieved. And that perfection is coming....
So many of you in this federation call yourselves "gangsters"....
But I sincerely doubt that any of you truly know what that means....
What it means to be a "gangster"....to be a "good fella"....
the 'Phace is here to show you....why you should listen to me at ALL times....

{{Skarrphace then stands up and makes his way across the room.
The camera follows him as he enters the darkness, then suddenly, a bright light.
You realize that Skarrphace has opened a small refridgerator.
He reaches inside and pulls out a bottle of water. He begins to walk back to the bench
as he cracks open the bottle of water and drinks a sip or two.
He sits back down on the bench and pours some of the water over his head, causing some steam
to rise up from his head and shoulders.
He continues to speak slowly.}}

Skarrphace:
The way I see it, the IEW is full of paper champions....well, all expect one....
I mean, Gangsta 187....c'mon please....
Crazy Thug? A wanna be gangster....
Hustler...FreightTrain....please....these men are nothing compared to the 'Phace...
And my Reign will begin....I don't have to wait.
but this one...this Original Gangster has caught my eye and I've decided to let this be the first victim....
The first in a long line of losers who will cross my path in my IEW career...
so, what do you say, OG? *laughs* What a joke....I doubt you even knew that....
I'm not going to take "no" for an answer, OG....step up to the plate and walk with the big boys....
or should I say....Big Boy....
So that you can be the first one to fall to the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS....
in case you were wonderin'....that's me.
That's Skarrphace....the only 1.

{{Skarrphace finishes the water bottle off and tosses the bottle into the air.
The bottle collides with the lightbulb near the top of the cave and it explodes, leaving the room dark again.
The scene then fades out to this:

...then it fades out to complete and total darkness.}}

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