{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen.
The scene opens up and you're standing outside of Skarrphace's mansion home in Los Angeles, California.
The large door is closed and the reporter raps on the door as the cameraman holds the camera steady.
After a few seconds, the door swings open and there stands Skarrphace's butler, Johnson.
Johnson is dressed impeccably, his hair combed to his scalp and freshly shaven.
His tuxedo is pressed and his shoes are shining in the California sun.
It's around 2:30 p.m. local time and it's unusually warm for this part of Los Angeles.
Johnson speaks first and he seems distracted.}}

Johnson: Yes...? You are from the UWA, no doubt....come in, come in. You will find Mr. Skarrphace back in his study. Down the hall here and to the left. You can't miss it.

{{Without saying another word, the reporter and cameraman from the UWA scurry inside.
Johnson then slams the door shut and he walks off in the opposite direction.
The reporter and cameraman make their way out of the foyer and into the long, expansive hallway.
Immediately, they can hear Skarrphace's voice as he is apparently talking on the phone.
As they near the door to the study, it's about halfway open and the reporter sticks his head in the door.
Skarrphace was looking in that direction as he had heard the steps coming down the marble hallway and motions for them to come in.
As they do, the reporter and cameraman see that Skarrphace isn't holding a receiver to a telephone, so he
must be talking on a speakerphone of some kind. As the camera gets a shot of Skarrphace's desk,
you can see a large window on the monitor opened up and the image of Soulja Smallz on it, talking and you can hear
his voice coming through the speakers on the desk. You then realize that this is a video call through the computer.}}

Soulja Smallz: Yeah, so you gotta match on Sunday just like me...the Legends are all over that Slaughter card!

Skarrphace: Yeah, I did get confirmation of that today as well....I was booked to be in the International Title tournament....you know, I don't remember requesting this assignment....but it's all good, 'cause the 'Phace won't refuse this burden....but what about you, man??? You've gotta battle against 2 guys and one of 'ems getting inducted into the UWA Hall of Fame the same night?!?!?

Soulja Smallz: What....just 'cause Levine's gettin' inducted, I gotta give him respect or something?? What has he proven to me....it doesn't matter, the UWA Title has already got my name on it man....it's as good as done....

Skarrphace: *walking back to the desk and sitting down in front of the monitor* What about this Chairman Sipe as the special guest referee? You know this guy...?

Soulja Smallz: Know him? It doesn't really matter if I know him....he's got the easiest job in the building on Sunday night....counting to 1-2-3....any 1st grader could pull that off....look, 'Phace man, I gotta jet...I'm meetin' Hoefel in 20....peace...

Skarrphace: Yeah, peace out, killa...*clicks the window closed with his mouse and stands up to face the cameraman and reporter*....you're early....it doesn't matter, I'm ready to go if you are....

{{Skarrphace picks up his bag sitting on the table in front of him now and begins to head out the door.
Skarrphace is dressed in a pair of Nike pull-off pants, a pair of Nike cross training shoes, and a Nike pullover workout shirt.
He's also got his customary platinum chain on with the pendant "1" on it.
He exits the study and heads towards the front door as the cameraman and reporter hurry to catch up.
Standing by the front door, with that same look of distraction on his face is Johnson.
He hands Skarrphace his sunglasses, which Skarrphace puts on, his keys, and his CD case.
Without a word, Skarrphace heads out the door and soon, all three men are headed towards the 4-car garage building.
The reporter speaks up.}}

UWA Reporter: Umm...Skarrphace, I hate to pry, but is there something wrong with Johnson today? Normally, he's so cordial....he seems very distant today...

{{Skarrphace stops in mid-stride and spins around on his heels to face the reporter who nearly runs
into Skarrphace from not paying attention. Skarrphace whips the sunglasses off his face and scowls down at the reporter.}}

Skarrphace: Whether or not something is wrong with Johnson is none of your business....the only thing that matters right now is that you spend this afternoon with me as I detail the ways I'm going to destroy "Showtime" Ric Lewis at Sunday Slaughter....it's part one of the 'Phace's Reign in the UWA, and it begins with this creampuff Lewis. The International Title is up for grabs in a winner takes all 16 man tournament, and this Sunday, Round 1. Don't be surprised if the 'Phace takes out some of his other opponents in this tournament on Sunday night....don't be surprised if you go home after Sunday night's activities with some major work needing to be done on your pathetic excuse for an athlete's body. And it's not only Lewis that need to watch out....the entire field, save The Legends, is up for extinction....so, you shut your mouth, get into the black Range Rover, and prepare to find out exactly why I am the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS....

{{Skarrphace puts his sunglasses back on quickly as he reaches his hand up and presses the keypad on the key ring.
The lights on the Range Rover blink a few times and the chirp of the security system signals that it is now safe to approach the vehicle.
The reporter and cameraman hurry to get into the car as Skarrphace gets in on the driver's side.
The cameraman, once in the backseat, decides to change the battery on the camera and the scene quickly fades to black.}}

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