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{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on the screen. You immediately hear a song playing as you realize where you are.
You recognize it as "Ghetto Vet" by Ice Cube and you're inside a hotel room. On the dresser, the boombox plays.
Inside the room you see several people, but the two that catch your eye are Skarrphace and Scott Linx.
Linx, being one of the leaders of Mafia, Inc. was in town checking out the UwF event.
Skarrphace is sitting on the bed, by the phone while Linx is loungin' on the sofa across the way.
We pick up this conversation as the camera zooms in.}}

Skarrphace: Hey, Scotty....I'm not believin' this, but word is that the UwF has had to postpone tonight's event....

Scott Linx: Postpone? Why are they doing that?

Skarrphace: No idea, I think it has something to do with some bullshit fire hazard at the GeorgiaDome....chances are Hoefel got too close to a flame when he was sick on vodka....*laughs*

Scott Linx: *chuckling* You're probably, right. Who were you beating, tonight?

{{Suddenly, the phone inside the room rings. Skarrphace motions to someone in the room to turn
the music down a bit as he picks up the phone and answers it.}}

Skarrphace: Hello? *pause* Yeah, this is 'Phace....that's what I thought.....*pause*.....yeah, moved to Wednesday.....here or somewhere else? *pause* Shit....aight, thanks.....yeah, tell Prez Frank I said kiss my ass.....*hangs up* One guess as to who THAT was....

Scott Linx: Who?

Skarrphace: The new VP of the UwF...some dumbass, can't remember his name....but it's official, the event was cancelled....no, wait, postponned.....and you wanted to know who I was facin'....this fuckin' loser named Joe Toughass, ever heard of him?

Scott Linx: Yeah, in last week's The Sun they did an article about the world's most impotent man, and I think it was him, featured.

Skarrphace: *laughs* That wouldn't surprise me man....this guy, I mean, he's not hardly giving me anything to work off of, ya know? His interviews are the worst I've ever seen....I don't know if it's the lighting or the cameraman or what....no, it's none of that....he just ABSOLUTELY SUCKS.....I tried and tried for hours to come up with a better adjective than that....I couldn't....

Scott Linx: He spent some time in jail, didn't he? Yeah, I heard something about that awhile back. His nickname was Joe Soarass.

Skarrphace: Ah!! No wonder he changed it to "Toughass"....I was supposed to fight him a Street Fight Match tonight....was gonna rip him apart, but I guess that will have to wait until Wednesday night.....but, JT, I know you're listening, so listen up punk. This has only delayed the inevitable....Wednesday night is your NEW night for the eventual beating that will come to you courtesy of The ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS....a street fight match, Scotty, what was this guy thinkin' against me?!? *laughs*

Scott Linx: If he's going against you, obvioulsy he wasn't thinking much at all. You and him, in a street fight? You might as well call him Roadkill. JT's next on the list, and don't worry 'Phace, I'll watch your back wherever you go.

Skarrphace: Hey man, I appreciate that....it's what the word "family" is all about. Mafia, Inc. watches each others backs....we take care of business, mafia-style and then we party mafia-style....but one thing I can't understand...maybe you can help me with this.....what's so damned hard about spelling my name that people have a hard time with....? It's Skarrphace, with a K and a PH....like a PhD in Kickin' ass....hey, that sounds like a catchphrase waiting to happen....*laughs*

Scott Linx: *laughing* You know how it is, some people are just stright up DUMB. Joey boy over here sounds to me like he obviously lacked an education in any way, shape or form. His grammer is awful. And, like you said, he can't even say the name of The Only One that Matters, Skarrphace. He's about to come Phace to Phace with an asskicking.

Skarrphace: And that's layin' it down like only the Mafia can....shit man, let's blow this popstand and see what Hot-lanta can cook up for a couple of killas on a Sunday night, eh? This chump Toughass can sit and sweat it out til Wednesday as far as I'm concerned....his ass was KICKED the minute he agreed to PHACE me....let's jet, man....

Scott Linx: Yeah, let's bounce. Atlanta, here I come, baby.

{{Skarrphace and Linx both stand up and slap hands as Skarrphace gets his wallet from the dresser and slides
in in his back pocket of his black slacks. Skarrphace says something to the person that turned the music down
eariler and then slaps hands with him as both Skarrphace and Linx head out the door.
The scene then quickly fades out as the music gets turned back up when the door shuts.}}

{{OOC Note: This Roleplay was done with Scott Linx, in AOL Instant Messenger.
Therefore, these are Scott Linx' actual words, and not me making it up for him.}}

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