{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen.
You begin to immediately hear a buzz in the air, sort of a humming sound and you look around.
You quickly realize you're on board an airplane. It's a small jet because there aren't many seats in the cabin.
Over by a window, there is a large sofa type seat, and then beside it, a large captain's chair.
To your right, a door opens and Skarrphace walks out of the bathroom.
He's dressed in a pair of Armani slacks, black, with Italian leather shoes on, also black.
He has a eggshell white silk shirt on, buttoned all the way up, with his customary platinum chain on,
with the pendant "1" on the end of it.
He shuts the bathroom door and walks over to the captain's chair and sits down.
He slumps down in the chair and feels the bandage on his forehead.
As you look out the window to your left, you can see nothing, for it is nighttime, around 11:00 pm according to your watch.
Skarrphace leans forward and speaks slowly as you turn to face him.}}

Skarrphace: It would appear that the entire world wants a piece of me....the only 1. I would have thought that after the verbal ass-kicking I gave this peon known as XTC before, he wouldn't have the balls to rear his ugly face in my business again....I guess that's one way I have underestimated you, XTC....apparently, your brain resides in the southernmost nether region known as your two ass cheeks, because if you had the drop of sense that God Himself gives to a mosquito, you would know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you do not fuck with the 'Phace and live to tell about it....but since XTC has an itch for the 'Phace, I welcome him to come and scratch it anytime he wants....but this time, unlike the two previous times you and I have met, it will be 'Phace to 'Phace, in the center of the ring, and NOT after I have put the ass-whipping to another low-life opponent....you seem to want to try and jump the 'Phace, when the 'Phace is tired, or when the 'Phace is down....you want to try and make yourself look good....you want to try and put yourself over by knocking down the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS, and I, for one, am sick and tired of bein' your Show...and I will have no more of it.

{{Just then, the captain's voice can be heard over the P.A. system inside the plane:}}

Captain Over: Uh, yes, this is Captain Over....Mr. Skarrphace, we're cleared for landing on Runway 132, non-stop into LAX International Airport....please fasten your seatbelt and prepare for landing....

Skarrphace: Ah....back home again....this is great....L.A. is the only place for me....fasten your seatbelt there, this could be bumpy....

{{The runway lights come into view on the outside and within seconds, the leir jet has touched down.
The plane glides down the runway, slowly reducing speed.
As it pulls near the terminal, you can see the lights of LAX light up the sky.
The plane then comes to a stop and the stewardess comes and opens the door to the plane.
Someone from the outside comes and puts a flight of steps beside the leir jet's door.
Skarrphace begins to head out of the plane with his bag in hand and you follow.
You walk behind Skarrphace as he makes his way into the terminal and down the long walkway.
There is hardly anyone around because of the late hour.
Skarrphace exits the terminal and by the double door exit, there's a man with a suit on.
He waves down Skarrphace and Skarrphace walks towards him. Within seconds, he's given the man his bag
and is headed outside. There you see a long black limo waiting as Skarrphace enters the back.
He motions for you to get in as well. He shuts the door and continues speaking finally.}}

Skarrphace: Back in L.A....damn I love this place....I have even missed the smoggy air. And this reminds me of another task in front of me...the immediate future of the 'Phace in the UWA International Title Tournament....and now, my next opponent is one who I call a brother in this business....Mr. Hardcore himself, Hardcore Hoefel....yeah, hardcore rules....the whole 9....well, Hoefel, like I told you tonight, brother, business is business and this is business. The 'Phace is all about business and when Wednesday night rolls around, there will be no doubt who the Man is....now while I respect you...and in a lot of ways, I admire you....I certainly will not fall for you. This is my time...the future is my time. It's my world, and you are trying to live with me in the spotlight, and that is not something the 'Phace will take lightly....and come Wednesday night, when that bell rings and the announcer brings us into that ring for a one-night only Clash of the Champions, you will see that I am the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS....my hand will be raised...victory will rest in my corner....and you will know. And after the match, I don't want any hard feelings either, because it's all about kingship....all day....and night....and the Legends rule the Roost....that Roost is known as the UWA....and we take no prisoners....so BDP, this goes out to you....the time has come for all jokers and smokers to be put aside....I will not have this any longer....either you put up....or you shut up.....and I will be the one that personally shuts you up....'Phace it....you can't top the Legends...no way....no how....

{{Just then, Skarrphace's digital phone rings and he answers it. His voice is very low
as the conversation with the person is private. The scene then fades to black.}}

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