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The following is a SkarrPhace roleplay. The proper steps should be taken at this time to insure that you are fully prepared for the mental assault that is about to take place on your brain. Any rebroadcast, retransmission, or other use of the pictures, descriptions or accounts of this roleplay without express written permission by Skarrphace is STICTLY prohibited....

What's that mean?

Forget it...just read on.

In world news today, officials decreed that wrestler Michael Vincenetti, alias Skarrphace, must be stopped. After being monitored by secret service agents for 2 years, evidence leads Tobacco & Fire Arms officials to believe that is literally dope interviews promote drug usage and distribution, degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence, and more importantly, it's influencing our minors and destroying our communities. Officials say he's a lord of underground wrestling, and him and his interviews must be stopped.

. . . . . The scene opens up in front of you and it's a shot of Skarrphace's mansion home. What you see in front of you is the large front door. You hear some music coming from the inside. The door opens up as you walk forward and the music hits you square in the face. You continue on. You get inside and turn right, headed towards the music. You get to the familiar study and turn into it, and you see Skarrphace standing near a roaring fireplace. The fire is bright yellow and red. Skarrphace, dressed in a pair of black slacks and what appears to be a black silk dress shirt, turns to you and you see the familiar platinum necklace with the "1" pendant on it gleam in the fire light. Looking like a million dollars, he grins as he walks towards the large conference table in the middle of the room. Depressing a section of the table down, a panel lifts up and Skarrphace depresses a button inside. Suddenly, the table lights up and in the center, two panels are seperating themselves, revealing a mechanical structure protruding from the center. Then, a laser-like light shoots from the center, and a holographic image of Reptile, NWWF wrestler, comes up. It looks very lifelike, only smaller. Skarrphace closes the smaller panel on the table and steps back to observe the image. Clinching his fists, he looks dead at you and begins speaking . . . . .

Skarrphace: Well now...look who Henderson handed me for Sunday Showdown. This worthless mother f*cker here. Man, and all this and look where I am...curtain jerkin' again. *laughs* It's actually quite comical, but it's all good to me. You see, if this is where I need to be to make my impact on the NWWF for this week, then so be it. I'm not one to complain about it, really, because as far as I'm concerned, I'm not booked but for one match, so the rest of the night, you know the 'Phace is gonna be causin' some major league chaos...'Phace style, if you know what I mean. But for a moment, let's all pretend that this Reptile has a chance against The Only 1 That Matters, shall we? Let's just stop for a moment and give this chump a snowflake's chance in Hell against me....*pauses*

. . . . . Skarrphace strides around the table, as he does, the image of Reptile seems to follow him, eyes always on Skarrphace, until he stops walking, near the front of the table, what many would consider the head of the table . . . . .

Skarrphace: What am I talkin' about? This guy has no chance against me. Let's be real, I mean, he's been virtually non-existant for the last month or so...where's he been? Hiding? Who the f*ck knows....but now he's booked to face me, and money says he won't show up again. So what then? Another squash for the Only 1? I don't think so. Henderson thinks he can run chumps like this at me and keep me happy? FUCK NO HE CAN'T. What does he think...that I'm just some loser from the west side that doesn't know anything? Does he HONESTLY think I don't know a squash job when I see one? This is 'Phace, Henderson, you can't put this shit over on me. So guess who the target is gonna be on Sunday night? That's right, again, for the 2nd time, NWWF President Shane Henderson. You see, people think that if you're new to the block, you can't go after the head cat....wrong again. Henderson has been pulling bull shit out of his ass since the NWWF reopened, and I've been sitting back, waiting for the time to make a move. Now...that's the time. Today....you don't know what I'm capable of, Henderson. You might think you do, but you don't. All this bullshit I'm hearing you talk only offends me...and lately I'm under a lot of pressure, it seems to me you can't come clean, so I gotsta check ya....

. . . . . The image of Henderson replaces Reptile's image on the machine as Skarrphace strolls around the end of the table, back to where he was when all this began . . . . .

Skarrphace: Yeah...Henderson. The man in charge. A couple of words of advice to you if you don't mind. First off, this goes to the rest of the NWWF as well....don't think for one SECOND that these are idle threats. People like Floodington, Fission, Hemp, they all know what I'm capable of. When I say I'm going to do something, I do it. End of story. So when I say Henderson is Public Enemy Number 1, I f*ckin' mean it. The reality is this....when you run the show, you gotta do it with truth. With honesty, and folks, Shane Henderson is the backstabbin'est President to ever hold the reins of a company like the NWWF. Open your eyes. If he wouldn't hesitate to put a chump like Reptile in the ring against a superstar like me as my debut match, what will he do to you? To me, it's nothing, because starting now, I'm back to full strength....if anybody was gonna jump me or get the leg up on me, you had a better chance last week or last month....but not now. I heard that I made a stink at Evolution, that people were upset that I came in when I did.....that I should be sorry for what I did....SORRY FOR WHAT? I am here to stop the bleeding...to make right what is wrong, and if I should be sorry for THAT, then those who judge need to apologize as well. Reptile, you're first...but not the last.

. . . . . From outside the room, Skarrphace's butler, Johnson, enters the room . . . . .

. . . . . Suddenly, entering the room by shoving Johnson out of the way is "PrimeTime" Brian Watts, a mortal enemy of Skarrphace. He strides into the room and Skarrphace takes one step back as Watts gets in Skarrphace's face. The two stare eye to eye as Johnson struggles to get to his feet . . . . .

"PrimeTime" Brian Watts: Don't concern yourself with that. I'm here because you owe me something.

Skarrphace: I don't owe you shit, Watts, get the f*ck out of my house before I have you arrested for trespassing.

. . . . . Watts storms out of the room, knocking Johnson off his feet again as Skarrphace just stares out the door. The scene then fades out as Skarrphace turns the holographic machine off in the center of the table . . . . .

Damn....what was Watts' problem? That guy seriously needs to lighten up....I bet it's been years since he's gotten any....well, I think Reptile was put in his place and Henderson knows he's got a bullseye on his chest now....so I think that's good enough....

For now.