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{The hot dark night is upon us. Sweat pouring from his face as he sleep... talking jibberish to his dreams. B-Pac tosses and turns in his bed struggling to remain asleep. Such tasks await him. He is having doubts about his abilities but keeps them to himself. His past haunts him and his future is a constant reminder of this. His dream may shed some light as to what his mind is pondering as he lies in another state of consciousness...}

A vast forrest... the eerie laughter of children is heard nearby. He looks up to the sky seeing that it is blood red. The moon is black and shines down like a black light causing colors to distort. As a rush of anxiety overwhelms him, the scenery begins to transform. He now stands in a dark alleyway... the sky still red and moon still black. Someone calls his name as he turns around. It is Troy Johnson standing with blood pouring from his chest. He holds out his hand to B-Pac as B-Pac starts shaking in fear. Troy Johnson smiles at him as blood then gushes out of his mouth. B-Pac falls to the ground and holds his hands over his face, trembling and tears streaming from his face. He then removes his hands to see that Troy Johnson is now gone... but he now sees a different sight.

Smoke Dawg stands in front of him laughing sadistically holding a gun in one hand and a manifestation of Troy Johnson's life in the other. Enraged, B-Pac charges at Smoke Dawg but finds himself falling into a pitch black abyss. Faces appear around him laughing at him and making fun of him. He then stops falling in mid-air and remains hovering. He is then scooped into a crucifix position as blood begins pouring from his eyes instead of tears. A woman then approaches him from out of nowhere. She is wearing a covering over her face and has glowing yellow eyes. She wipes the blood from his face with a rag and balls the rag up. She tosses the rag into the air as it transforms into the WoW Title Belt. She then removes her facial covering to reveal that it is Angela.

{B-Pac then sits straight up in his bed as he awakens from the dream. He is sweating heavily and is having trouble catching his breath. He reaches over to the table next to his bed and grabs a bottle of pills. He takes a few out of the bottle and tosses them into his mouth as he lays back down.}

..::LATER THAT MORNING::..

{B-Pac sits at his kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee. His eyes are wide open and blood shot. He seems severely shaken from his strange and unusual dream; his hands trembling as he tips the cup to his lips.}

B-Pac: "There has never been anyone like me in WoW. Is it because of my greatness? No, I am the least among you. Is it because of my character? No, there are hundreds of others with the same. Is it because of my talent? No, my talent is limited. What is it then? It is my passion for winning. Don't get me wrong, winning is not nescessary... it is striving and doing my best to win that makes me a true winner. Therefore, in my worst of defeats, I can walk away victorious by knowing that I gave my all, and that is what was expected of me. Smoke Dawg, I come into this match hoping to win... but not expecting to. I give you my word that you will receive the best challenge that I have to offer. From the time that I step into that ring until the time that I exit it, I will be on full blast and aiming to pin your shoulders to that mat for a three count. I know that your intentions will be the same. If I have to give my last breath of air in that ring to beat you, I will do it without having a single moment of hesitation."

{B-Pac finishes off what little bit of coffee he has in his cup and slams it to the table shattering the glass. Blood trickles down his hand as he stares with determination into the camera. The screen then fades to black.}