(The scene fades back in. Now, from what you can see, you're in downtown Los Angeles, California. The cameraman focuses on the clock that you can see is on the dashboard, it reads 9:43 a.m. local time. Skarrphace has the windows partially rolled down and 2Pac's "Me Against The World" playing on the CD changer. Right now, Skarrphace is talking on his digital flip-phone, and you pick up this part of the conversation as he drives:)

Skarrphace: ....ah yes...so he has finally shown his face, huh? *pause* And that's about the jist of what he had to say....that's it? Shit man, I would've thought he would surely hit me with his best, but all the more easy it will be to pick it apart....*pause* Yeah, we're still gonna meet up later for dinner right? Yeah....you bet. *pause* Nah man, these LW guys are with me still....yeah, it's cool though....XTC is in for the surprise of his life....but then again, if he'd only listen to me, it wouldn't be that big of a surprrise....*pause* Yeah, aight man, I'll catch ya lata....peace...

(Skarrphace closes the flip phone, ending the call. He sets the phone down somewhere in the column between the front two seats. He reaches down and turns up the music a little as he speaks to the two men in the vehicle with him.)

Skarrphace: Hey have you two idiots had anything to eat for breakfast?

Cameraman: Yeah, we stopped by McDonald's on the way to your house....

Skarrphace: Good, because we've got a little bit of a drive ahead of us this morning....God....I tell ya, listening to my friend here tell me what XTC had to say....I mean, I was laughing....this is nuts....he actually is as stupid as I thought he was.....he brought all the jobber insults and the "1-2-3"s he could muster....it's quite pitiful really....and then he wants to drag out some old tapes of when he was in his prime, fighting some no-name jobber from some other company.....like that person is half the man that Skarrphace is....you think you impress me, XTC, when you talk about how you beat this jobber and pinned this jobber? You think you impress me when talk about the only two people that have given you a fair fight....one of 'em's name is....Gutter Rat? You have got to be kidding me, XTC....you really must be pullin' the 'Phace's leg on this one....a jobber named Gutter Rat is supposed to impress me? Your record in the LW right now is flawless, and that is ONLY because you have yet to face the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS....and a quick history lesson, if you will....XTC, that's me, that's SKARRPHACE.....I am the ONLY 1 THAT MATTERS.....

(Skarrphace pulls the 2000 black Range Rover into a Shell gas station. He stops the car and shuts off the engine, but leaves the keys pulled back so the music keeps playing. He gets out of the car and walks to the pump. He gets out his wallet, pulls out a credit card and swipes it inside the pump. The pump authorizes the credit card and Skarrphace begins filling the gas tank up. Within a few moments, the tank is full, and the pump spits out a receipt for Skarrphace, which he wads up and throws into the trashcan. He gets back in the car and turns it back on, getting back on the road, heading towards the highway. He speaks again, this time with a more serious tone.)

Skarrphace: You know what another amazing thing is to me....is how President Smalls can even grant you a title shot....against me....this is nuts, I mean, what the hell have you done to earn it?? You laid me out at Showdown, but you had to go behind my back to do it....you couldn't face me like a man. You're NOT a man in my eyes, XTC....you're a joke of a wrestler and you're a joke of a man....and come Wicked Wednesday, the main event will roll around...but it'll take all night....I mean, the main event is ALWAYS the last thing to happen in an event, right? So I've got all night for you to sit in your dressing room, worried about what exactly a Regulator feels like when it's planted on you.....I've got all night for you to sit in your dressing room, your hands shaking as you strap on your boots....oh, and remember to keep the door locked, because the moment you step into the arena, your ass is in my sights, and once you're there, you NEVER disappear until you are eliminated.....so I could be anywhere....I could be anyone inside that arena....a knock at your door, you start to shake....you try to see who it is without opening the door....maybe it's just a LW producer...maybe it's a makeup lady.....or maybe I kick the goddamn door down and take you out before we even set foot inside the LW ring....Maybe when it comes time for us to enter the arena, you'll be already hauled off in an ambulance and I'll be celebrating with Smalls and Hoefel at the after-party....yeah....it could definately happen, so if I were you, XTC....I'd be watchin' my mother-fuckin' back....because you NEVER know where the 'Phace creeps....and when I come, New Jack, I come wicked.....

Cameraman: Umm....Skarrphace where exactly are we headed?

Skarrphace: You'll find out when we get there....for now, shut that camera off, I need some time to think....

Cameraman: This is supposed to be a day long interview, I can't shut it off unless I need to change the battery, I mean this is supposed...

(Skarrphace reaches back to the cameraman, punching the camera off.....the scene is gone, faded out completely.)