Welcome To Reality....Final Chapter....Superdome Showdown

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-={ The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen. Darkness surrounds you. Then, suddenly, the loud click
of a switch being thrown and the lights pop on with incredible brightness. As your eyes adjust, you stare into the light.
Then, your vision gets better, you lower your head and see that you're inside a large arena, a very large arena.
Somewhere in the arena you see a sign that reads "Welcome to the Louisiana Superdome", and you realize where you are.
Looking around, you realize you're about 10 rows up, directly beside the ring that's set up underneath the lights.
The ramp is also set up, as it would appear the UwF crew has everything ready for tomorrow night's event.
Suddenly, you hear "What If" by Creed kick up inside the arena, and it echos loudly throughout the empty place.
Music bouncing off the walls, to and fro. You cover your ears slightly as they too adjust to it.
Then, out from the back walks Skarrphace, wearing a pair of Adidas pulloff pants, an Adidas pullover jacket,
some all-terrain running shoes and a black hat. He starts down the rampway, just taking the sights all in.
You get up and start towards him, as you get to the floor of the Superdome. You head up the ramp and meet him
as he is about halfway down it. He's got a smile on his face as he greets you. }=-

Skarrphace: What brings you here, Mr. UwF Reporter guy....*laughs*

UwF Reporter: Well, I was told to be here, apparently by you, Mr. Skarrphace....is that true?

Skarrphace: Maybe it is...and maybe it IS....*laughs*....this is one of my favorite arenas, ya know? What's you...what's your name there? Mr. Yo-Yo we'll call ya....Mr. Yo-Yo....do you know that this arena has been home to a few NCAA championship games with some great players in them?

UwF Reporter (from here on in called Mr. Yo-Yo): Well, I'm not up on my NCAA Tournament history, Skarrphace, I mean....what's that got to do with anything?

Skarrphace: It has a LOT to do with EVERYTHING, Mr. Yo-Yo....now, think back, if you will, to 1982. The year 1982. How old were you then? Oh, it doesn't matter....what matters is that we take ourselves back to 1982....now, in the year of our Lord, 1982....

Mr. Yo-Yo: Umm....why don't you say "1982" again? *chuckles*

Skarrphace: Mr. Yo-Yo, don't talk unless asked to....I'm in a good mood, so don't ruin it by being yourself. Now, where was I....ah yes, in the year of our Lord, 1982....it was North Carolina versus Georgetown....in the NCAA Tournament championship game....and it was a packed house, there must've been over 40,000 people here in the Superdome that night....and North Carolina had a vaunted shooting guard on that team....do you remember what that person's name was?

Mr. Yo-Yo: If I don't miss my guess, it was....

Skarrphace: *interrupting Mr. Yo-Yo* That's right, Michael Jordan....now, Jordan and his fellow North Carolina teammates weren't favored to win that game because of a couple factors....one, they hadn't come in having a very good year...and two, Georgetown had the player of the year, Patrick Ewing at Center, and few teams could stop him....what does North Carolina do? Do they listen to the critics? No. Do they listen to the people telling them they can't do it? No. They go out there and with a shot with 18 seconds left win the NCAA Tournament and the National Championship....now, fast forward 11 years....1993, the same building...almost the same date....one team was the same, the North Carolina Tarheels, this time, facing stern opposition again, against The Fab 5 and the Michigan Wolverines....again, North Carolina wasn't favored. Again....now, did they listen to the critics then? No. Did they listen to the people telling them they couldn't win? No. What did they do instead? Won a thrilling game by 6 points to capture their 2nd National Title under Dean Smith....now, you may say to yourself, Mr. Yo-Yo....why does Skarrphace ramble on about such things? It's because I have a point, and that point is that you never....EVER listen to anyone that says that you can't win. Because the only person that controls your destiny is you....and I am in control, and Nocturnal is NOT.

-={ Skarrphace walks away, back down the ramp and to the ring. He slides in the ring and bounces off
one side of the ropes, slowing down again, stopping in the dead center of the ring. He seems to be soaking it all in.
The reporter, Mr. Yo-Yo, follows him into the ring, and as he does, he can feel the heat from the lights above. }=-

Skarrphace: The squared circle....in the center of the arena, the lights beaming down. The crowd chanting and screaming. This is what it's all about. The grandest stage of them all, the UwF. And tomorrow night, in front of the thousands in attendance and the millions and millions watching at home, they will call out my name....my music will hit and I will walk down that very ramp and slide into the ring, much like I did just now....and the crowd will going crazy....and then they will call Nocturnal's name...and they will play his music....and the fans will not be as receptive to him, but then again, he probably doesn't care about that....and then he will get to the ring, probably do something like grin some evil grin at me or pretend to shoot himself in the head or rolls his eyes in the back of his head or some shit to try and intimidate me, but I'll stand here, stoic as ever. And then all the bullshit will be laid aside and the battle will begin. Now, let me give you some advice, Nocturnal. First off, don't play games with the 'Phace. You better come straped and ready to rock when it's time because if you aren't, this 6 feet 5 inch, 278 pound body will tear you piece by piece by damn piece until there are little chunks of Nocturnal all over the damn Superdome. Mind you, I don't suspect that's how it will go....oh no, you've prepared for this one. You don't hesitate at the opportunity to spit out your bullshit lines, one right after another, words that make no sense to an educated man like myself, but nonetheless, I hear them. You speak of how you've trained hard for this match....how fuckin' nice for you. My training for this match has been on a continuous basis, and the training regimen is simple....here, you want it, Nocturnal? Let me give it to you simply....you ready? Listen up, sometimes that A.D.D. acts up, I don't want you to lose focus here....my training regimen goes like this....*leans into the camera, as if to whisper, then* I JUST KICK EVERYONE'S ASS!

-={ Skarrphace stares into the camera, the fire burning within his eyes as he speaks again. }=-

Skarrphace: While you were sitting on your ass, taking time only to kill an innocent person every now and again, I was here, in the UwF, bustin' ass and takin' names. Chris Calhoun....he gave me a fight. I nearly had his ass beat, but now the man's a member of Mafia, Inc., so ya know what? The bad blood between us is long gone. Joe "Iron Fists" Toughass....what a joke. I took his ass to a back alley in Georgia and whipped it like ready-whip topping....he never had a chance against me, and do you see where that chump went to after Skarrphace beat his ass? Oh that's right, HE'S FUCKIN' GONE. Now you....someone tells me that I have a match against some chump named "Nocturnal" a week ago. I said, literally, I said this...."Who's that?"....you wanna know WHY I said that, Nocturnal? Because you didn't mean anything to me then and you still don't mean anything to me now. You and I have spoken much on REALITY the last few days....and the fact of the matter is when REALITY comes calling tomorrow night, right here in the center of the ring....or maybe in the back....or maybe out in the parking lot....you will come PHACE 2 PHACE with the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS and trust me, you will be on the SHORT end of that equation....you see, I hear your words, but yet, they don't register...do you know why? DO YOU FUCKING WANT TO KNOW WHY? Because I'm just like those North Carolina Tarheels....I may hear what you're saying, but I'm not listenin'....and that makes all the difference in the world....

-={ Skarrphace leaves the ring and walks around the ring slowly. Mr. Yo-Yo follows closely behind.
Skarrphace goes all the way around the ring and then heads back up the ramp.
By now, the music had quit and there is silence once again inside the Superdome.
Skarrphace stops about halfway up the ramp again as he turns back to the ring. }=-

Skarrphace: Nocturnal....let it be known that tomorrow night, the fight is on. I'm tired of talkin' about your punkass, I've done it all. I've spoken truth and reality while you have continued to live in the fantasy of your own existance....I've been real ever since the day I was born....tomorrow night, the time has come for the torch to be passed, if you ever even had the damn thing. But if you do or if you don't, I'm going to take it, not ask for it.....not beg for it....not vote for it....I'm going to TAKE IT.....and nothing you or anyone else can do can stop me from it. Try....please. Because it's all in vain. Welcome to Reality, Nocturnal....this is Skarrphace's reality....if you're ready, let's mount up and ride this bitch....because it's only gonna go down 1 way, and I'm gonna pin your shoulders to the mat....for the 1-2-3.....and move on in the World Heavyweight Tournament....for one reason...and one reason only.....I am the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS....and you, Nocturnal....DON'T. And it's just that simple....bitch.

-={ Skarrphace walks back up the ramp, you stand there in silence. As soon as Skarrphace exits the arena,
the same loud switch sound echoes throughout the arena and the lights go out. The only thing left
is the large screen above the wrestler's entrance, the UwF-Tron if you will, playing a glowing numeral "1".
The scene fades to that, then it fades to black. }=-