It's late....and it's time for the quiet storm....

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The scene quickly fades in from the fuzz on the screen. The place you're in is dark. Dark and you hear the sound
of rain. "Wait..." you tell yourself, that's the music. You hear a song coming from somewhere in the room and it sounds
like a storm. After a few seconds, the music from the song kicks up. Then, a flash. A light, a match it looks like from one corner
of the room. In an instant, you see Skarrphace holding the match. He reaches down and lights a candle on a table near him.
Then, taking the candle in his hand, wax already dripping from it, he walks around the room, lighting the other candles.
You look at the candle and the wax has run down onto Skarrphace's hand, but Skarrphace doesn't flinch.
Once he's done, there are about 10 candles lit throughout the room. Skarrphace blows out the one he was holding
and walks over to a large recliner. He sits down, leaning back and rocking slowly as he speaks.

Skarrphace: It's the quiet storm....*long pause*...I see that the ignorance has made it's way to the Tortured Soulz....and they have finally reared their heads up to speak to the BWO faithful....but with much to say? I think not. They seem to speak many words and hot air comes billowing out, but are they truly saying anything that anyone should pay attention to or notice? *pause* No....it's worthless....like this Congrel idiot....let's take him for example....now if you really pay attention to what he's saying, you can tell he speaks in double sentences....meaning the guy is a complete idiot...he says one thing one minute, and turns around and contridicts it the next....but let me tell you something, Congrel....you say there's no chance in hell of the team of Mafia, Inc. winning on Tuesday....I say you're dead wrong....you say my partners won't show up....*chuckles*....I say you've VERY wrong with that....you see Mafia, Inc. is like a family....no, scratch that....we ARE a family....and when you least expect it, we are the ones that stab in the fuckin' back....why? Because we can....you never see us coming....we're like a big surprise to everyone.....they turn around and BAM!, we've got ya....and why? Because it's YOU that underestimate US....but that's ok, because Mafia, Inc. is always underestimated....that's nothing new to us....and yet we are STILL on top of the world, ballin' and shot callin'....

Skarrphace stands back up and walks over to a bar. He takes out a shot glass and a bottle of Vodka. He pours
one shot and downs it, grimacing slightly. He pours another shot and downs it, this time, no grimace. He slams the
shot glass down on the bar and turns back towards you.

Skarrphace: And what the hell is so hard to understand about my name....this I just don't get....people are like "Oooh, your name fits you, because you will definately have scars on your face when I'm done with you...ooooh!!" What a joke....listen, Congrel, listen up good. You talk to me like you don't know me, and you don't know me, but come Tuesday you will. You say I have no backup....I don't need it. I could take all three of you down by my-damn-self.....you say I have no skills....you can say it, but do you really want to test that theory? My partners, well, they'll be there, trust me on this....the meeting went wonderfully and the time is of the essence....they know this, and trust me when I say that they have my back just like I have theirs....what I fail to see when I listen to you, Congrel, is intelligence....you know I'm in Mafia, Inc., so like the halfway smart guy you are, you give me my respect....but then you turn around and call me a complete idiot....how many complete idiots do you know that get respect, huh? NONE. But you know, I don't want your respect, Congrel....no, I don't want anything from you, because come Tuesday night, I'm gonna TAKE anything I want to TAKE myself, and there's not a damn thing you or anybody in the Tortured fuckin' Soulz can do about it....

Skarrphace walks over to the table and picks up a piece of paper. On the paper is some writing that you can't make out.
After Skarrphace reads it through a couple of times, he sets it back down on the table and turns back towards you.

Skarrphace: And now I read this....this interview transcript from Mizery....well, you know, I'm not gonna even comment on this one, because this is nuts....just plain nuts....some bitch killin' another bitch....just too fuckin' odd. Damn, it's just sad to see what sort of shit goes on today....I mean, think about it...there is much more serious shit going on in the world today than professional wrestling...and we got people dyin' and shit....*laughs*....it's comical when you think about it.....*sigh*.....let me see here....

Skarrphace starts shuffling through some papers on the table. He comes across another piece of paper and picks it up.
Staring at it intently, his gaze turns from a bit drunk to very sharp in an instant. He read the paper once and again.
He lays it down as he turns to you quickly.

Skarrphace: My God....it can't be true....it just can't....I've got to go....

Skarrphace storms out of the room, and as he does, the camera leans down to reveal the note that Skarrphace read:

and then it fades out to this on your screen:

and then to complete and total darkness.

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