{{The scene fades in from the fuzz on your screen.
In front of you, you see a large wooden doorway. The door swings open and you walk inside the room.
It's dusk outside and the light sunlight that is left is filtering in through the windows.
Skarrphace can be seen sitting on his large recliner inside the room, with the television on.
He seems to be watching some videotape. He's got the remote control in one hand.
The camera zooms in as he speaks.}}

Skarrphace:
What the fuck am I going to have to do to be heard around here??
I speak...the world listens, but what do they all think?
That these are empty threats?? Do they not know who the fuck I am???
Original Gangster, I have laid down the challenge to you.
You are to be the 'Phace's first victim in 2000.
I've laid down your punk card, you have two choices at this point....
You can pick it up and fight like a man....or you can walk away like the coward I know you to be.
Either way, don't show up at the arena without carefully watching your back at every turn.
Because whether or not we fight in the IEW ring, I will take you out one way or another....
If it's backstage....then so be it. I could be that knock on your dressing room door...
"Room service" will be what the voice says, and you will open the door, not thinking....
And then *BAM!*, I'll bust inside the door and have you on your back quicker than lightning....
And then I'll proceed to beat you within an inch of your life...just enough so that you're able to walk out
to the ring and face me just so that I can finish you off with a Regulator Special,
delivered on-time, courtesy of The ONLY 1 That MATTERS...
That's me, OG....that's the 'Phace...
The only 1.

{{Skarrphace fast-forwards the tape to a particular section of the video.
He pauses the tape on an image of The Italian Angel. A smile breaks out across his face.
The image is of the Angel holding her IEW Women's Title belt high above her head in victory.}}

Skarrphace:
Now this....this is the one. This is the one I've had my eye on....
She has class...she has style...she has grace....
And she possesses an intelligence that most of the men in this pathetic federation don't have....
A killer instinct....hidden beneath that incredible body.
Strong yet soft....the Angel.
The time will come when the Angel and the 'Phace will meet.
Face to 'Phace, so to speak...and when that time comes...
Destiny will have brought us together for one reason, and one reason only....
To join forces and rule the IEW with our iron hands....to stand, side by side
as the IEW World Champion and the IEW Women's Champion....
And no one shall oppose us...no one would dare oppose us....
The Angel and the 'Phace....together.
It is an inevitable as the sun rising and setting and the moon shining in the night sky....
Until then, my Angel....keep yourself safe from harm, and know....
The 'Phace watches over you....

{{Skarrphace turns the tape off. By this time, the little light that was coming into the room
from the windows is gone and now total darkness sets in. Then the scene fades out.}}

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