Respect is earned....not given....

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{{The scene fades into your screen. In front of you, you see a door marked "Skarrphace". You appear to be
backstage at some arena. Suddenly, a man walk by you wearing a shirt that says "O-Rena Security" and you
realize where you must be. There's some music coming from inside the room behind the door so you knock.
The door opens, and standing there, covered in sweat is the man known as Skarrphace. He's still got his trunks on,
as well as his boots and he's also got a towel around his shoulder. You look and also see an ice pack taped to his arm.
He motions for you to come in and so you do. As you enter, you look to your left and see a boombox on the table.
Skarrphace slumps back down in his chair and lowers his head. He speaks clearly enough so you can hear him over the music.}}

Skarrphace: Damn it....ya know, I thought I had him there for a minute....I mean that match went back and forth, but Calhoun, I gotta say, you were the better man tonight. The biggest problem I had with you was the fact that you thought I should GIVE you respect....respect is NEVER given, it's earned, and tonight, you earned the respect of The Only 1 That Matters....but respect or not, the next time we face each other....*pause*....and you can be damn sure we will....you may not be the one who's hand is raised....but tonight was your night, and I'm not gonna sulk about it and I'm not gonna bitch and moan.....the 'Phace will call a spade a spade....you beat me fair and square, right in the center of the ring....so good luck the rest of the way, but always watch your back, because the 'Phace creeps....

{{Skarrphace stands back up and places is towel in his bag. He takes the sweatshirt pullover out and lays it down onto the bench.
He takes off the icepack from his arm and throws it away. He takes the towel back out and dries his arm off. He then puts the sweatshirt
on and replaces the towel in his bag. He puts the rest of his belongings in his bag and then sits back
down in his chair and slumps back down, and sighs to himself.}}

Skarrphace: Yeah, I had ya tonight, CC....and remember that when you fight for the Universal Title on Sunday....for me, I've got my own problem to deal with....a man....well, wait, that's not even an accurate description of this guy.....this piece of shit they call Joe Toughass....this guy comes to the UwF....he walks in, running his mouth, calling out the 'Phace like he and the 'Phace are friends....you are NOT my friend, and tonight, you had just a taste of what is going to happen to you on Sunday night....live from the GeorgiaDome, in Hot-lanta, G-A.....a Back Alley Street Fight match....I made sure the front office knew EXACTLY what sort of match I wanted to have with you because you see, Toughass, on Sunday night, you and me are gonna go one-on-one, and when it's all said and done, your ass is gonna feel like it just went through a garlic press....you talk like you are so tough, but you've done NOTHING to impress me. You think you impress me by coming out AFTER my match tonight with Calhoun and jumping me? You think you're a big man now, huh....you're NOTHING to the 'Phace....a worthless piece of trash that will get taken to the back alley come Sunday night....so show up....better yet, don't show up, that way I can have some fun findin' your ass and kickin' your ass all over Hot-Lanta.....you have picked the WRONG man to fuck with, JT....you wanna start a war with me, then you better believe I'm gonna be the one to finish it....just remember to tell your next of kin that they need to pick you up....no no, I'm sorry, scrape you up off the back alley floor that I leave you on Sunday night....because the only thing that's gonna save your ass from being totally destroyed is.....NOTHING.

{{Suddenly the door swings open and in walks Xavier Apollo.
He looks down at Skarrphace and grins.}}

Xavier Apollo: Hey 'Phace...guess who I found....

Skarrphace: X, man, I'm not in the mood for games right now....

Xavier Apollo: Oh, I think this is one guest you'll wanna see....

{{The door swings open and there stands Scott Linx, leader of Mafia, Inc.
He strides up to Skarrphace and the two embrace for a moment before shaking hands.}}

Skarrphace: Scotty! Damn man, I didn't know you were here tonight!

Scott Linx: Yeah I'm down here on business and I thought I'd check you out in your match tonight....tough loss to Calhoun, he's a tough son of a bitch, so hold your head up....you fought the good fight....

Skarrphace: Yeah I guess so man....shit, what are your plans tonight?!?

Scott Linx: My plans are to hang out with you guys....shit, let's find some trouble to get into around here....Orlando has got to have some clubs around here that Mafia, Inc. can rule for a night....or two....

Skarrphace: Right on, Scotty....let's head out man, let me get my gear, we can head back to the hotel for a minute while I shower and shit then we'll be straight....

Scott Linx: Right on, 'Phace....me and X will be waiting outside....

{{Linx and Skarrphace slaps hands again as Xavier and Linx head out the door.
After they're gone, Skarrphace stops a moment and grins.}}

Skarrphace: Count the days, Toughass....count the days til it's you and me in a Back Alley Street Fight Match.....Sunday night, the clock is ticking....the arena is booked, and the date and time are set....the people are waiting.....and the countdown is on....and when it's all said and done, you'll have a big fat "L" on your record, courtesy of the Only 1 That Matters....that's me, JT....that's Skarrphace, and I am the Only 1.....

{{Skarrphace grabs his gear bag and boombox and heads out the door. Linx and Xavier are there.
Skarrphace, Linx and Xavier all head out of the building and the scene fades to black.}}