{{The scene fades back in. You see you're inside of a limo here, where Skarrphace and Chaos are sitting on opposite sides.
Chaos is on his digital phone talking to someone while Skarrphace is seemingly drifting in and out of sleep,
eyes staring out the window. Chaos closes his flip phone and looks over at Skarrphace.}}

Chaos: Pretty nice of the Peabody to send this limo to pick us up....

Skarrphace: I made sure of it before we left Vancouver, they did the same with Karnage and the rest of the gang....I made sure of it because we're Murder, Inc. We never do anything half-assed.

Chaos: You ok man? I think we've got this thing pretty well locked down....not much to worry about is there?

Skarrphace: Never underestimate your opponent, Chaos....that's when you're vulnerable for a letdown.

{{The limo slows down and finally comes to a stop. The driver hops out and quickly goes to open the door.
Chaos is the first out, but Skarrphace doesn't move. Above Chaos, you see the Peabody Hotel, all lit up in the night.
The downtown district of Memphis, Tennessee isn't as bustling as it usually is this time of night, which is strange.
The driver proceeds to get out the bags of the two men, as Chaos turns and waits for Skarrphace to get out of the limo.
When he doesn't move, Chaos leans in.}}

Chaos: Hey, you ok man....You haven't been yourself since we landed....

Skarrphace: *cracks a smile* Sure man, I just need to drive around a bit and clear my head. The rest of the gang should be checked in by now, so go get with them. I'll be up in a few. And be sure to check out the female massage therapists here, I hear they do excellent work....

{{Chaos laughs as he and Skarrphace slap hands in a greeting. Chaos grabs his bag and Skarrphace's bag and heads into the hotel.
The driver gets back into the limo and rolls down the partisian window.}}

Driver: So, where to on this night, sir?

Skarrphace: Just drive me around a bit, would ya please? I just need to clear my mind a bit....

Driver: As you wish....

{{The driver rolls up the window and pulls out into traffic, what little there is of it.
Skarrphace begins to talk out-loud to himself.}}

Skarrphace: Mike fuckin' Powers....time and time again, we have to be subjected to your tasteless, non-creative bullshit....can't you see the writing on the wall?!?! It's like everything in this world....evolution....the beginning of a new era...the changing of the guard....it happens. Your time has come and passed. It's nothing to be ashamed of really....I mean, I won't deny that you've had a great career in wrestling....it's been well documented your success, but you see, the times, they are a-changin'....and Murder, Inc. is the future. The future is OUR time....it is OUR world. We make the rules and you must live by those rules or be forced to pay the consequences. Time is on our side, Powers, and the time of your reign as GFWA Champion is drawing to a close. We're less than 24 hours away from the start of Tuesday BackDraft....and you will have exactly that much time to prepare for the match of your life. King has worked extremely hard, biding his time, making himself ready for this, and now he is ready to assume the lead role in the greatest takeover of our generation. Murder, Inc. Get used to hearing those words, Powers, for it is the sound of your doom....

{{Skarrphace reaches down and opens the cooler inside the limo and takes out a bottled water.
He uncaps it and drinks a little before setting it back down into a cupholder.}}

Skarrphace: Karnage is ready for you, too, Stevens, but are you ready for him? This is my favorite kind of match....a Loser Leaves Town match, but in this case, it's a Loser Leaves GFWA match....and now you're worried. I haven't spoken to you, but I can feel it. Like I feel the wind and the rain, I can feel your fear. I would be afraid too, if I were you. Thank God I'm not you, but if I was, I'd be scared shitless. Karnage is one of the most impressive specimens ever in the world of wrestling....7 feet tall....over 300 pounds....and he can destroy you....no, scratch that, reverse it....he WILL destroy you....peice by fuckin' peice and what's left of you will be thrown to the goddamned wolves in Memphis....don't unpack your bags in your hotel room, Bret...you won't be staying long....

{{The limo driver rolls down the partisian window and speaks as cautiously as he can.}}

Driver: Um...Mr. Skarrphace sir....it's nearly 1:00 a.m. and my shift is over then....my wife and kids are waiting on me to get back to the house, it's my son's birthday today....

Skarrphace: *sighs* Just drop me off at the hotel....thanks for driving me around....

{{As if he knew what he was going to say, the driver stops the car and they are at the Peabody Hotel again.
Skarrphace takes out a $100 bill and gives it to the driver for his troubles.
Skarrphace enters the hotel through the revolving door and there, standing in a group, is the rest of Murder, Inc.
All of them standing around with a look of mischief in their eyes.}}

Chaos: You done joy-riding now? *grin*

Skarrphace: Yeah, C....what's up here?

Tricia: A night on the town, that's what's up! Memphis is the playground for Murder, Inc. tonight!

Adam King: Let's go!

{{The entire group starts laughing as King throws him arm around Skarrphace.
The seven of them exit the Peabody Hotel, laughing and cutting up as the scene fades to black.}}