I'm wasting my time....but what the hell....listen up, Toughass....

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{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen. Immediately you recognize where you are.
You're deep inside Skarrphace's personal workout room inside his large mansion home on the upper north side
of Los Angeles, California. The room you're in is dimly lit, and you can hear some music playing.
A rap song, "A Favor For A Favor" by Nas and Scarface, if memory serves you right.
You walk in and the room expands before you, into a large domed type room, with lights hanging down from the ceiling.
The lights cast an eerie red light in the entire room and sitting there, in the semi-darkness, is Skarrphace.
His body drenched in sweat, sitting on a workout bench. He's dressed only in a pair of workout shorts
and a pair of Nike all-purpose training shoes and socks. The room is warm, steam rising up from his head.
His head is lowered as he speaks is a soft voice, almost a whisper, but audible over the music.}}

Skarrphace: Let me welcome you to my version of the Dungeon, Toughass....and I know you're watchin....waiting.....wondering what the 'Phace is going to do to you.....Sunday is oh so close...I leave on a plane tonight....to head to Georgia....I know you'll be there....you can't wait to show the 'Phace why you think you're such a tough ass....but it's not gonna happen that way. It can't possibly happen that way....and I'm here tonight to tell you why, JT....so listen closely....

{{Skarrphace stands up from the workout bench and goes to one corner of the room.
He reaches down and pulls, a light flashes brightly for a moment. You realize that the light is the inside of a mini-fridge.
Skarrphace pulls out a water bottle and closes the mini-fridge back up. He uncaps the bottle and drinks from it.
He stops after a second or two and pours much of the bottle over his head, water running down his body.
He finishes the bottle off and throws it into a trashcan about 10 feet away. He turns and walks back to the bench and
as he does, he speaks, this time a bit louder.}}

Skarrphace: Now, JT....I could sit here and breakdown every element of your interview....I could sit here and dissect it, piece by piece by stinkin' piece....and tell you why you're oh so wrong....but you know, I think I can sum it all up in three words.....YOU ABSOLUTELY SUCK. First off, you need to get that fuckin' mouthpiece outta your mouth so I can understand a word you're sayin'....secondly....oh just fuck secondly, you just fuckin' suck and there's absolutely NO chance that you're gonna do ANYTHING but get your ass kicked come Sunday night. The minute I heard you talkin' some bullshit about the 'Phace, I knew that this was one fight I could handle without any problems....but you, now you've opened that Gateway to Hell you call a mouth again and spewed some stank-ass shit, and now, well now I got ta cut ya....you see, JT, we're headed to Atlanta, G-A, and we're not gonna be inside the arena....oh no, that would be letting your ass off a bit too easy....no, I made sure we've got this special alley reserved for you and me....Sunday night, and our match is booked, man, so you can't back out....but it would do you no good to back out anyways, because as far as I'm concerned, when the clock strikes Midnight on Sunday morning, I plan on finding your ass and using the entire city of Atlanta as my playground on your happy ass. So, do me a favor and DON'T show up....that'll give me more reason to find you and make sure you never bother anybody in the UwF again....because this time, you have picked the WRONG mother fucker to fuck with....and Sunday is your day of reckoning, big boy....and it will be that day....Sunday only comes once for your bitch-ass....time to make good.

{{Skarrphace stands up again and walks over to the music, turning it up slightly.
He goes back to his workout bench and sits back down, grabbing a towel.}}

Skarrphace: Time's up, Toughass....time to meet me in that back alley and watch your life flash before your eyes....and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.....run, but can't hide, you heard that before. Let this be a lesson to you....don't you ever fuck with the 'Phace again....because you might step....but that step could be your last....bitch.

{{Skarrphace rolls the towel up and throws it against the wall, and apparently, that's where the lightswitch
was, because the entire room goes pitch-black right then. You hear Skarrphace resume his workout,
grunting under the weights as the music pulsates. The scene then completely fades out.}}