-[ Does the
scene fade in? No....it leaps out at you across the
screen like a bolt of red and nearly blinds you.
After your eyes adjust, you hear some sort of man talking
in a muffled voice, but you pay no attention to that.
You see in front of you a man dressed in a pair of black
workout shorts, with a NikeŽ symbol on them. As the
camera pans up, you see him also wearing a NikeŽ cut-off
t-shirt and L.A. Dodgers baseball cap, backwards. He's
sweating, but doesn't seem winded. The sunset behind him
is spectacular as you pan the area around him. Some sort
of street it would appear. Many trees are around, and
down the way, a few kids ride their bicycles. You turn to
find the
man you were looking at before and he's turned and headed
away from you, towards a large iron gate. You follow him
instinctively. He gets to the gate and to the left
there's a small box on an iron pole. He presses a few
buttons on the box and
suddenly the gates begin to swing open. Not waiting until
they are fully open, the man makes his way through them
and up the
hill. As you follow, a large mansion home comes into
view. A large white brick mansion with many windows
throughout. You
stop in amazement as you gaze at the large structure,
then you remember what you're doing and you follow the
man up the hill.
By the time you catch up with him, he's nearly to the
front door and you rush to meet him. He opens the front
door and enters
the large home. Immediately at the door, there's an older
man, dressed much like a butler would be dressed, waiting
at the door
with a stack of envelopes and a bottled water. He greets
the man you were following with a small smile and hands
him the
envelopes and bottled water before speaking in a very
rich English accent. ]-
Johnson :: Good afternoon, Mr. Vincenetti. Your mail,
sir. And your water. How was your run?
Skarrphace :: It was fine, Johnson....any calls? *taking the
mail and the bottled water*
Johnson :: Actually, yes. Justin Goldman from the FWF
called. He sounded a bit frantic in his message and said
he would overnight something to you. He also said you
should have a letter regarding some business in your mail
now. It's the first letter on top there. Will there be
anything else, sir?
Skarrphace :: No, Johnson, thank you. And hold my calls
please....
-[ Johnson
nods to Skarrphace as he walks off towards the kitchen.
Skarrphace goes through the envelopes quickly
as he makes his way down the long hallway. He cracks open
the bottled water and takes a big gulp of it. The sweat
that
had formed on his body has all but evaporated. Skarrphace
makes his way down the hall and veers to the left, into
what
appears to be a large study of some kind. He places the
bottled water on the large conference table in the center
of the room
and goes to his desk. After placing the mail down on the
desk., he clicks a few keystrokes on his computer
keyboard and a
computer voice speaks back to him:
You have 9 new emails, Mr. Skarrphace.
Skarrphace then presses another
button on the computer and turns around, leaning back in
his large leather office chair.
He takes the top envelope from the pile, marking
"FWF:Important" on the front and opens it,
pulling out the letter within.
He unfolds it and reads it to himself, and as he does, a
big smile comes over his face. He sets the letter down
and speaks. ]-
Skarrphace :: Time has come today....young hearts will
go their way....and now the FWF comes calling. My
reputation, it would appear, preceeds me. The reputation
I have is one of excellence in anything I touch. My
financial prowess is well documented. My athletic acumen
is well known. I can out-smart, out-fight and out-speak
any man walking the face of this earth. And now, the time
has come for the 'Phace to take his act to the FWF. An
invitation....a word from the man himself, Justin
Goldman. And with that, the dawning of a new day in the
FWF. Goals, aspirations, achievements....they will come
later. For now, the FWF will be content with knowing that
I am here. The 'Phace is here, and I am The Only 1 That
Matters....
-[
Skarrphace's phone rings on his desk and he turns to look
at the caller-ID on it. He seems to recognize the number
and he picks up the phone and answers it with a cheerful
voice. ]-
Skarrphace :: Well if it isn't the man....how you doin'
Adam? *pause* Yeah....how are things in the
bWo? *pause* Beautiful....yeah, things are
going great for me too....you won't believe who wants me
to come to their company.....Justin fuckin' Goldman....*pause, then
laughs*...yeah,
can you believe this? The 'Phace is going to the FWF. The
Big Show. The whole damn thing....but yeah....hey, I
heard about that....he's a fuckin' legend man. Beating
him at a bWo Pay-Per-View, that's gotta be tough enough,
boss....*laughs*.....shit yeah! Hey, all I know is when
anybody looks up hardcore mother fucker in the
dictionary, there's a picture of you and your damn cane
covered in blood there....*laughs*....yeah, this is the time for the
'Phace man. I've paid my dues and made my impressions.
The FWF is where I'll spend the rest of my career and if
it takes a year, I'll be wearing FWF gold....*laughs*....yeah, I know that, but that's
why I'm here....the 2nd coming, so to speak. *pause* So yeah....well man, you take
care and good luck this Friday....yeah....peace.
-[
Skarrphace hangs the phone up
before laughing a bit to himself and then turns to face
you again. ]-
Skarrphace :: Yeah, goals and aspirations will
wait....the time for introductions is over. I am
Skarrphace, your worst nightmare and your stiffest
fuckin' test. I am The Only 1 That Matters, and I plan on
spending the next lifetime showing each and every man in
the FWF exactly why I am....and exactly why they DON'T.
Now get the fuck outta my house....
-[ You turn
around and walk out the door slowly, and as you do, the
camera's battery dies down, fading
the scene to a complete black darkness and silence. All
that's left on the screen after that is this: ]-
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