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{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen. You immediately recognize the scene you're in.
You're inside of Skarrphace's mansion home and what's more, inside of Skarrphace's inner sanctum, his study.
The lights are on, it's around 6:30 p.m. local time and it's dark outside. Skarrphace is sitting at his desk.
You can see the bandage on his head, courtesy of Hellsbane and his bat that he used on him last night.
Lightning begins to flicker outside....it must be about to rain. Skarrphace stands.
He approaches you and then passes you on his way to the large sofa in the middle of the room.
He gets there and sits down, quietly. He lets out a big sigh, and speaks quickly over the music playing in the background.}}

Skarrphace: So....here I sit....victim once again. I tell you though, for once in my life, last night, I slept like a baby...maybe it was that bat, Hellsbane...the one you used to plant upside my head as you came from behind me and dragged me into the ring. Maybe it was all the other activity that I was a part of last night at BackDraft....who knows....maybe it was the fact that now I have permanently removed 2 thorns out of the dead rose that is the Divinity out of my side....Goddess was number one....and now Mr. Vega.

{{Skarrphace sits up and feels the bandage on his head. He winces as he twists it around a bit.
On the table in front of him, his drink sits on a coaster. He picks it up and sips it while continuing.}}

Skarrphace: *deep breath* Many have said how horrible Adam King and I are now that we've caused a man's death....I don't see it that way. Vic Vega was in the wrong place at the wrong time....he wasn't supposed to die. That blow was supposed to send a message to the rest of The Divinity that Murder, Inc. was one complete unit, not to be fucked with....I think it served it's purpose, but now it's cost a man his life. But let me ask you this....if The Divinity was so certain that the sledge hammer blow to Vic Vega's cranium was the cause of his death, why aren't they pressing charges against either me or Adam King? If they are so dead-set against us, why not pursue criminal charges against us? Why? Because they can't be sure why Vic died....they don't know for certain it was the sledge hammer blow that cost him his life....that may have simply been the perverbial straw that broke Mr. Blonde's back....but that all being said, Vic was a victim of the most brutal force ever to be unleashed in pro wrestling today. Make no mistake, Vic Vega was eliminated, and it is a testament to the power of Murder, Inc. And all would be wary not to cross us, or you may be pushin' up daisies just like Mr. Blonde himself....

{{Skarrphace stands back up and returns to his computer. He sits down and types in a few things.
Up pops the bio of Hellsbane. He looks it over a moment and then makes another click, some more typing,
and up pops the bio of Joesef Gestapo. Another deep sigh as he turns around to face you again.}}

Skarrphace: Mr. Gestapo....some very clever manuevering to get you back into my federation....Mr. Cochran must really love those paychecks you're giving him....and make no mistake. I have heard you loud and clear, but don't think for one minute that past favor will shine on future accomplishments....you were once a close and trusted confidante' but now, you are nothing more than the normal employee to me, and I will use you how I see fit. Letting you and your group go the way I did was a financial decision, and it turned out to be a great push for ratings, but please understand that I grew tired of your laziness and your attitude. I saw you as a threat, and I eliminated you. Now, you have rose from the grave and intend to take your frustrations out on The Only 1 That Matters? I think not, good sir. Not on your best day, Gestapo. But you just may get the chance to test that theory out one of these days. You may just get the opportunity to see what sort of man you truly are....but for now, I'd worry about the most immediate future, because it surely will be one you will not be happy with. Welcome Home, Joesef....and good luck.

{{Skarrphace turns back to the computer and makes a few more clicks. Up on the screen, in four parts,
are the bios of Chaos, Karnage, Ace and Tricia. Skarrphace lets out the deepest sigh of all now.}}

Skarrphace: And now....now this. Chaos...Karnage....you guys were here so long, I must've taken you for granted. I wish you well, friends, and you are welcome back at any time....all four of you. But as my good friend, Adam King, has pointed out, they might have left, but Murder, Inc. lives on and rest assured, we will not sit idly by and watch the control of the GFWA slip from our fingers. And also rest assured in the fact that our numbers are down right now, but they will NOT stay down. There are many that catch my eye...many that have what it takes to be "family" within us...and when the time is right, our numbers will increase and the family will grow in power and strength....and once again, stand above the rest of you all as the leaders of the Free World and the ones with all the power within the GFWA.....

{{Skarrphace turns back to his computer, clicking feverishly as he seems focused on something.
He doesn't bothered turning around to say:}}

Skarrphace: Now go....for there is much work to be done....

{{With that said, the scene fades quickly to black.}}