(The scene fades in....you see a door in front of you. The door reads "Private". You knock on the door and the door swings open. Suddenly, the sounds of "Nothing To Lose" by 2Pac envelope you as make your way in. The scene is thick....there are a lot of people in this small room, and there is a lot of smoke around the ceiling. As you enter the room, someone closes the door behind you and immediately in front of you are a couple of very nice looking ladies. They aren't dressed in much. As you move through them slowly, you come to a set of individuals, sitting down on chairs. One of them is Soulja Smalls...the other is Skarrphace. Skarrphace has a large cigar in his hand. As you approach the two men, you hear them talking....and this is what is heard.)

Skarrphace: Man, did we have 'em all shocked tonight or WHAT? *laughs*

Soulja Smalls: Damn fuckin' straight we did, man....it's all a part of the plan....the Empire had to start off on top....no other way to go.....

Skarrphace: I hear ya talkin' man....*takes a puff on the cigar, blowing the smoke into the air*....man, what the hell are you gonna do with Rock Startling?? The coward decided to not even show his face....I mean, I know I'm intimidating and all, but you would think he would've at least shown up....but then again, it's the same result as it would'a been....a "W" in my column.....let the winning streak begin....

Soulja Smalls: What I can't understand is how the fuck they didn't see this coming....it's plain as day, you all know I gotta run this shit, and don't think for a minute I have forgotten Mafia, Inc....the fuckin' Reynolds brothers are gonna pay for all the shit they caused me tonight....but in the end, who stood on top? The Empire...and that's how it's gonna be.....now and FOREVER.....

(Skarrphace and Soulja slaps hands and laugh as Skarrphace continues.)

Skarrphace: Now it's onto bigger and better things....like somebody who actually is gonna work for this match....I'm gonna enjoy beating your punk-ass, Bongo....it's simple mathematics....1 fist from me....plus 1 kick to your knee....plus 1 Regulator.....equals 1 International title around the waist of THE ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS.....see the pattern, Mr. Perfection? You see, this match we have on Saturday is what we professionals like to call a "Finisher Match"....the only way you can win is if you hit your opponent with your finisher....now, for those of you who don't have a clue what The Regulator is...or for those that don't care to know, let me explain it...so take the time and listen up....cuz you just might learn something.....

(Skarrphace stands up, putting the cigar in an ashtray on the table beside the two chairs and he takes his shirt off.)

Skarrphace: Now....Bongo....listen close....this is how it'll happen.....I'll be whippin' your ass....from pillar to post as predicted....then, when it's time....I'll toss you off the ropes....you'll come back to me, dazed....then BAM!....facebuster....hey, betcha didn't see that comin' did ya? *laughs* Then...I'll get your dead ass up....and with one swift movement....BAM!!! I'll hit you with a big-time, Bongo special, Regulator Clothesline...knock you for a loop so hard that your entire body will do a flip....landing again on your back....then, with the fans cheering me and the Empire on....and the belt waiting for me.....I'll start off the ropes and land a perfect elbow right in your chest, knocking what little air you had left right out of your lungs.....and then I'll be all smiles as I pin you for the academic "1--2--3" and my hand is raised in victory and Soulja Smalls himself will hand me the LW International Belt.....now, Bongo, I hope you were takin' notes....cuz I won't bother teaching you that again til Saturday....when you'll get an upclose and personal lesson....from THE ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS.....that's me....the only 1....Skarrphace....

Soulja Smalls: Yeah man....that's exactly how it'll go down....but shit man, let's check outta here....we gotta hook up with Hoefel at the hotel and slide to this after-party....

Skarrphace: Aight, bet....see you Saturday, Bongo.....sleep tight....

(Skarrphace and Soulja slap hands again as the two laugh together. Skarrphace reaches down and slides his shirt back on and he picks up his equipment bag. The ladies in the room follow the two men out as the last lady to leave shuts the light off and the scene fades out.)