{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen.
Directly in front of you, you see a door that reads "Tuff Ryder's Gym".
In the window to the right, there's a sign that reads "Closed", but the door seems to be ajar.
You push the door open and walk in. The lights are all off. It's around 5:45 pm local time, so it's nearly dark outside as well.
The amount of light available is just enough to be able to see where you are going.
You walk into the lobby area. Deserted. The phone is ringing, but no one seems to be answering it.
You continue on. You see the doorway to the workout room. You can see there are a few lights on there.
You walk in and immediately you begin to hear a pounding sound. Getting louder as you continue on.
It reminds you of the sound a fist makes when it hits a punching bag.
As you round the corner to your right, you see Skarrphace standing at the punching bag, pounding it with both hands.
Sweat is pouring off his 278 pound frame as he continues to abuse the puncing bag.
As you approach he stops and pauses before grabbing his towel and speaking softly.}}

Skarrphace: Did you see the sign outside said that we're closed?

Cameraman: The door was open, I thought...

Skarrphace: You thought?? Since when did the 'Phace give you permission to think??? You people in the UWA....always taking liberties when the 'Phace is concerned....so you wanted to catch me for a comment following the last UWA show, huh? You wanted to see how I felt about the whole thing....you wanna know how I feel? I'll tell you....first off, I'm not gonna even bother making a comment about my match with Double H....it would be a waste of my breath, because that match was a waste of time....no sooner had I gotten the upperhand when some peon interfered, but we'll get to that peon soon enough.....Double H, I congratulate you for notching a victory over the 'Phace, no matter which way you had to do it. Now go on and win the International title like I know you can....good luck on Sunday, bro.....

{{Skarrphace stands up and walks towards a large cooler sitting on the ground.
He gets down on one knee and opens it. He reaches inside and pulls out a large bottle of something.
He opens the bottle and pours the liquid on his face and head and then takes a sip.
The temperature in the room feels as if it's gone up a bit as he stands back up and continues speaking.}}

Skarrphace: Now....as I was saying....Double H and I were rudely interrupted during our battle....and the person....this peon that keeps sticking his nose in the 'Phace's business is none other than XTC....you know, I came to a realization the other day, XTC....I realized that you must love it when I speak your name....you must love it when I talk about you....you must love to be around me....you think I'm addicted? Oh no, on the contrary, XTC, I believe it's YOU that is addicted to the 'Phace....you can't seem to get enough of me....you follow me around, like a helpless puppy dog....and then you nip at my heels like an annoyin' puppy dog....I'm tired of this game you are playing, XTC....I'm tired of your interference in my business and I'm tired of you.....so, I arranged it with President Thunder, and come next Wednesday night, whether you want to or not, it's going to be me and you in a Thunderdome Death Match....you remember what that's like right? You remember how I told you it would be, don't you, XTC? You remember that the large Thunderdome cage is lowered over the ring, and there are handcuffs all over the cage....the object of the match is to handcuff your opponent to the cage, then you are the winner....then the winner of the match gets 5 full minutes in the cage while the loser is still handcuffed to the Thunderdome cage....and oh how I am going to enjoy those 5 minutes with you, XTC....I'm going to enjoy pounding your face and your body into a bloody mess....oh yes....

{{Skarrphace stands back up again and throws the empty water bottle halfway across the room.
It makes a loud crashing sound as it shatters inside the steel trashcan.
The sound of the shattering glass seems to put a smile on Skarrphace's face.
He stands up to resume punching the bag.}}

Skarrphace: The time has come.....for everyone to clean up their own backyards.....before they go knockin' on their neighbor's door....and when Wednesday night rolls around for you, XTC.....it will time for the 'Phace to clean up his own backyard....and take out the trash.....but until then, I'd be watching my back if I was you....I'd be watching my back...and watching my front.....and watching both sides....below you....above you....because you never know *punches the bag* where the 'Phace *punches the bag again* creeps....and when I come *punches the bag again*.....I *punch*....come...*punch*....wicked....

{{Skarrphace begins to punch the bag again in rapid fire succession.
The cameraman thinks it wise to leave, so he does, exiting out the way he came in.
As he leaves the workout room, he re-enters the lobby, where the phone is still ringing.
The cameraman gets bold and decides to pick it up.}}

Cameraman: Umm...hello?

Unknown Caller: Yes!!! Is this Skarrphace?

Cameraman: Uhh...no, it isn't....can I take a messasge?

Unknown Caller: Damn....*click*

{{The unknown caller hangs up the phone and the line goes dead.
The cameraman's face gets a weird look then he hangs up the receiver.
He heads out of the gym's lobby and outside where it is now completely dark.
The scene then fades to black.}}

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