{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen.
You quickly realize you're driving in a car on a large highway. As you turn to your left,
you see Skarrphace driving the car.
Inside, he has a song from Busta Rhymes playing in the background.
Skarrphace has on a pair of black slacks, a white silk button-down shirt, and his platinum chain
with the pendant "1" on the end.
He speaks aloud as he continues to drive.}}

Skarrphace:
Everywhere I go....I'm surrounded by idiots!
I'm checking up on things this morning, as I prepare to drive to the arena for the
final IEW show of the millennium....and I see that PIC finally reared his
ugly-ass head....and I'm pretty sure he was talking about me, but I can't be totally sure...
'cuz when I saw what he was saying...I looked...and laughed...
but I won't bother pointing out the obvious stupidity in this man's speech....he wants to play the idiot,
I've got no problem with that....but he underestimates me....
You say that Angel is off limits? *laughs*
Why don't we let the Angel herself determine where she wants to be, huh? Who knows
better than her what she wants in her life...you drag her down to the ring with you
to make yourself look better with her by your side....and it's abundantly
obvious to me that she doesn't want to be by your side....
she's obviously repulsed by your being...your stench....
You put your filthy hands on her and you then turn her into less than what she is
by simply touching her....you're a disgrace...
You have no real skill....and tonight, all hell will break loose....
You'd better grow eyes in the fuckin' back of your head, PIC...because
as soon as the 'Phace steps into that arena....my bullseye is cocked and ready...
and it's planted directily on your forehead...
Angel....I'm coming for you, love...I'm coming to save you from this Hell you've been living in...
PIC can't possibly know your potential or your true self...
I do...and I will bring it out in you....

{{Skarrphace stops the car at a red light. He reaches down and turns the volume on the
CD changer down a bit as he continues.}}

Skarrphace:
Now, another thing at hand is this match that I have with OG at Cold Blooded....
it's a steel cage, Hell in a Cell Weapons match....this is one of my specialties...
The weapons will be varied....a steel chair here...a kindo stick there....
a lead pipe here....a cookie sheet there....
But I wanna up the bet a bit here....and make it a special kind of match....
Now exactly what I have planned will be revealed later....
But it will involve some very painful objects being placed on the inside of the Hell in a Cell cage....
I plan on dismembering the OG...I plan on destroying him....
And I need these stipulations to go down....these are very special indeed....
and OG...when Cold Blooded rolls around next Sunday night....
You will have no way to prepare yourself for what will happen to you....
It will be something from the most gruesome of wrestling matches you've ever seen....
And I can make at least one guarantee....you will not be leaving the arena
in British Colombia on Sunday night on your own power....
You will either be carried out on a stretcher...or more likely....
a bodybag....so bring your own....just big enough to fit your weak ass in....
And the 'Phace will usher in 2000 with a win for me...
And a big fat "L" on your record, courtesy of the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS....
A quick history lesson, OG...that's me...that's the 'Phace....
the Only 1....

{{Skarrphace pulls out onto the PCH headed to LAX to catch his flight.
As he gets onto the highway, he turns the music up loud and the scene fades to black.}}

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