-={ Slow fade. The transmission begins and immediately you realize you're inside of a car, cruising down a road. Sitting in the passenger's seat, you look to your left and you see Skarrphace driving the vehicle. You look down at your watch...."9:15 p.m....the flight leaves in an hour....", you think to yourself as you take a deep breath. Skarrphace seems to have his eyes peeled to the road as he's driving. You look to your right, out the window, and you see you're getting onto the highway. }=-

Reporter: Umm...Mr. Skarrphace, we're headed to the airport, right?

Skarrphace: Of course we are....the flight leaves in an hour, you know that.....

Reporter: Why is it you decided to take me on your flight?

Skarrphace: Well, isn't that obvious? I wanted you to take down a few things I have to say to Mr. Nocturnal....death warmed over himself. It would appear that I'm in for a serious fight come Sunday, and it's high-time the 'Phace said his peace.

Reporter: Right, right....*said under his breath* good thing I'm recording now....

Skarrphace: What was that, dumbass?

Reporter: Nothing, Mr. Skarrphace. Have you had a chance to take at the footage left by Nocturnal yet?

Skarrphace: I have. I had a hard time following it though. But that could be just me. I mean, intelligent people would probably have a hard time following what the hell that dark fool was sayin'...but nevertheless, I intend to shoot holes in it during the flight, you can bet on it....

-={ Skarrphace makes a turn on the highway, gets off onto an offramp and drives on. After a few moments, you can see the lights of LAX come into view and after a few more moments, the car is parked in the "Long Term Parking" deck and Skarrphace, overnight bag in hand, is headed into the terminal. You follow behind quietly with your camera and overnight bag of your own. You get inside the terminal and there aren't many people around. Skarrphace walks up to the same counter as before and gets his boarding pass and continues into the airport. Passing the security gate with no troubles, the two of you make your way to the gate as before and down the stairwell and onto the tarmac. You approach Skarrphace's leir jet and get in directly behind him. This time, no one is aboard the plane as the stewardess closes the door behind you. }=-

Reporter: Xavier not coming with us?

Skarrphace: No, he's busy with something this weekend, so he's staying behind in L.A., can I get you something to drink?

Reporter: Gee, thanks, Skarrphace, sure I'll take a...

Skarrphace: *interrupting the reporter* Thanks....get me a bottled water while you're up, will you? *glares at the reporter*

Reporter: Um....sure....

-={ You decide to bite your tongue and get the bottled water. You get a beer out of the cooler there as well and you take your seat, handing the bottled water to Skarrphace as he jerks it out of your hand and begins to speak. }=-

Skarrphace: You know....what amazes me....what simply amazes me is the way that people like Nocturnal live in this world today....let's take his latest mockery of an interview for an example....first of all....these are all thoughts in this sick twisted person's head....did he kill a man? Let's take a long hard look at this. Now, I live in a world called reality, Nocturnal. Listen closely, I'm going to give you a lesson on reality. Reality is that a professional wrestler does not go around killing people for pleasure. The reality is that a professional wrestler does not seek to intimidate his opponent by torturing and killing an innocent person....the REALITY, Nocturnal, is that you are WEAK in my eyes....you are nothing compared to the REALITY I am, Nocturnal. This REALITY I present is something of a change to you, I'm sure. You are probably used to someone trying to sink down to your level....trying to become what you are. And these people are the many who have probably fallen in your wake. The ones that have no idea how to handle a man....no, I'm sorry, a piece of shit like yourself. They don't know the correct way of dealing with you. You see, Nocturnal....these are all games we play. Games of intimidation....games of one-upmanship. Today, I saw what you are. I can see through the words and into the heart of a man. You're a coward. You're afraid. You're afraid of what might happen to you if you let the world see what you truly are inside. So what do you do? You stalk innocent people in dark alleys. You sleep with the rats....you cover yourself in the blood of your enemies, and what....what has it gotten you? The foul smell you take with you is repulsive. But it's not the physical smell I speak of....your soul reeks of it. Whenever I read your interviews, I feel I have been infected by it....and so now....my goal, my one lone goal....is to rid myself and the UwF of it. You heard right, Nocturnal....I could care less about the UwF World Championship....it is just a title...it is just a belt. But you....you are the worthless scum of the earth that I have pledged to myself I would rid the UwF of, and as God as my witness, Sunday night, the Execution shall begin.

-={ The captain of the plane comes on the speakers and says something about the plane taking off for it's destination, New Orleans, Louisiana. He says a few other things, but Skarrphace is focused. He continues speaking. }=-

Skarrphace: I sat there today, listening to your life story, as you stood in the center of the UwF ring, covered in blood, and tears began to well up in my eyes...not tears of sadness, but tears of laughter, Nocturnal, at what a phony human being you are. Listen to me, for just a moment. You speak of how good of shape you are in right now. Did you see this past Wednesday night? Did you see how I dismantled Joe Toughass in that street fight? I used everything at my disposal to destroy him, and have you heard a word from him since? No. And when Sunday night rolls around, inside the largest structure to house a UwF event, the Superdome in New Orleans, in front of thousands upon thousands of Skarrphace fans, I will prove to you, just like I have proved countless times over, that I am THE ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS....and you, Nocturnal....DON'T. And it's just that simple....

-={ Skarrphace turns and finishes his water before staring out the window. The plane has taken off by now and we're climbing up and up into the night. You decide at this time to change out the batteries in your camera, so the scene quickly fades to black. }=-

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