Mall Rats

The following is an Official Skarrphace Roleplay. Proper steps should be taken at this time to be sure you are ready for the verbal and mental assault that is about to take place on your brain.

We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year....

Got your shopping done?

Neither do I. Damn it...time to brave the mall.

In world news today, officials decreed that wrestler Michael Vincenetti, alias Skarrphace, must be stopped. After being monitored by secret service agents for 2 years, evidence leads Tobacco & Fire Arms officials to believe that is literally dope interviews promote drug usage and distribution, degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence, and more importantly, it's influencing our minors and destroying our communities. Officials say he's a lord of underground wrestling, and him and his interviews must be stopped.

. . . . . The scene fades into the picture in front of you. You see a sign in front of you that reads "Westside Pavilion" and the following sign: . . . . .

. . . . . Then it fades off the screen and you see a limo parked out in front of the entrance to the mall. Then, the cameraman begins a brisk walk into the mall area. The doors part automatically and you're suddenly immersed in the sounds and smells and sights of a mall at Christmas time. What seems like thousands of people walking around, Christmas music playing over the speakers, all the stores seem packed. Then to the right, near one of the stores, you see Skarrphace and his butler, Johnson, who has several bags in hand, standing there talking. You begin to approach them slowly as Johnson notices you first. Skarrphace is talking on his digital phone, and he says 'goodbye' and flips the phone closed, ending the conversation. Dressed to a "T" as always, Skarrphace turns towards you . . . . .

Skarrphace: I see I couldn't hide out forever....I thought maybe I'd use some reverse psychology and come to one of the most public places in L.A. and I wouldn't be found...but you found me, nonetheless. Welcome to Westside Pavilion....now, if you're gonna hang out with us this afternoon, you're gonna hafta walk...cuz I've got shopping to do...

. . . . . Skarrphace turns and walks off and Johnson rushes to follow as the cameraman also does, causing the picture to bounce up and down a little bit. Soon, Skarrphace comes to another store on the first level, and goes in. It's a jewelry store. Skarrphace stops at the platinum jewelry case and leans down. The salesman comes over and immediately recognizes who is in his store, and he can barely contain his excitement . . . . .

Jewelry Salesman: *interrupting Skarrphace* Wow! A real celebrity in my store...I mean, sure I've had a few celebrities come and go in my years in Los Angeles, but never someone like this....I mean, sure, Leonardo was here, and Stallone was here....but this is Skarrphace! You know, I watch ShowDown every Sunday night and I'm a BIG fan! Could you please just sign me an autograph....?

Skarrphace: *deep breath* Sure, if I do, will you stop this gawking and show me this necklace and bracelet in this case?

Jewelry Salesman: Oh, Mr. Skarrphace, I'm sorry....oh.....sure, let me get a piece of paper....

. . . . . The man turns around and gets a notepad, and a pen, and turns to Skarrphace again. Skarrphace has a very disgusted look on his face as he signs the paper with his autograph. The two men shake hands as the jewelry salesman begins to open the case . . . . .

Jewelry Salesman: You know....I know you're facing Cross and Keiji this Sunday....I think you're gonna whip their asses!

Skarrphace: Thanks...I think it's gonna be a tough match, I mean...Cross....I think he's on top of his game right now and Keiji....well, what can you say about Keiji that hasn't already been said....one half of the tag team champions....current Hardcore Champion....and it's gonna be a tough match...

. . . . . Skarrphace steps away a moment as the man wraps up the bracelet and necklace. Skarrphace turns to the camera and speaks with a low voice . . . . .

Skarrphace: That's nice....it's nice to see the spirit of Christmas is alive and well in Los Angeles....*grins*....but that same spirit isn't gonna be inside me when I step into the ring against Cross and Keiji on Sunday night....no, there will be no tidings of great joy....there will be no mistletoe....no egg nog....and I know what you're all thinking....there's no way I can be ready for this match against Cross and Keiji when I know that I'm going to face Kronos at Chaos in about a week....well, you're half right....Kronos IS on my mind, but I know the task at hand....the task at hand is Cross and Keiji....and those two men are not going to cause the first blemish on the NWWF record of The Only 1 That Matters....I will NOT allow it. I'm ready for a war on Sunday night, and a war it will be....let it be known that the countdown is on. See you guys on Sunday night....

. . . . . Skarrphace turns around and takes the bag from the jewelry salesman as the two men shake hands again. Then Skarrphace exits the store, heading out into the masses. Just then, the battery inside the camera runs down, and the scene fades to a quick black and silence . . . . .

Focus. Yeah, I'm focused. Anybody that steps into the ring with me won't stand a chance. Not ONE chance. Or should I say....Not 1 Chance....yeah. He's a victim....then I'm the goddamn Victimizer....

8 Days and Counting, K-Dawg....let the Fear Begin.