 Click here for "Cold" by Static-X -[ The scene opens up outside of a large Hollywood estate that reads "Kournikova" on the huge guard fence that surrounds the home. Birds are chirping in the background as the sun has just now started to show itsself far off in the distance. The camera draws closer to the house as the front door slowly and quietly opens. B-Pac's head pops from around the door soon followed by the rest of his body. He closes the door, trying his hardest to keep quiet. He tip-toes off of the porch and down the steps. He approaches his Diablo and clicks the alarm off and doors unlocked. He opens the car door and sits inside of his vehicle. He then grins and lets out a sigh of relief. He reaches over to shut the door, but is surprised by the man standing next to it. ]- Chumley: " Leaving so soon, sir? I am sure that Ms. Kournikova will be requesting your presence again soon... " B-Pac: " I am sure she will. Please inform her that I left all of the contact information that she will need to get in touch with me on her vanity table. I have a shoot scheduled in 30 minutes and I am on my way there now. " Chumley: " Very well, sir. I shall indeed tell her. Good day. " -[ B-Pac shuts his door and starts his engine. No sooner than he exits the estate, the front door opens and out steps a very beautiful young lady in her night clothes. ]-  Anna: " Chumley, did you speak with him before he left? " Chumley: " Yes, madam. He said he left you something on your vanity table... his name perhaps? " Anna: " Oh, I do hope so. I think I have seen him somewhere before... on television maybe? *sigh* Simply amazing... " -[ Minutes later, B-Pac is seen pulling up at Studio 54. A valet walks up to him and takes his car keys to park his car. Pac slides on some shades and walks into the trailer with his name and a big star on it. Inside, B-Pac takes off his tank top and grabs a bottle of Evian from the fridge. He turns to the camera and takes a seat on a blue crushed velvet chair and cracks his knuckles. ]- B-Pac: " Triple X, only days remain until we clash head to head... pride for pride. A match that a few months ago would seem like a one-side affair in your favor... but now, X, the tides have changed. Now that I am learning the skill of mastering my anger and channeling my hate, I am growing harder and harder to contend with by the second. I have finally opened up and let others into my life... whether that will be a good or bad thing, I do not know yet. But with the reformation of The Elite, the group that you helped design back in the day, things have never looked better for B-Pac or Adam Lax. Triple X, this is just another example of you getting your just desserts. Not bad, X, not bad at all... you have trained your little brother well. How does it feel to finally have him use your own tricks against you? You see, this new Elite is heading in a completely different direction that the old elite. There isn't any politics involved. It is pure hatred and revenge mixed with a little strategy. We work as a team, we win as a team, and if ever we lose, we lose as a team. Have you ever experience teamwork, X? Or have you always been in it for yourself and only yourself? " " Don't fool yourself, Trips. I am not like I used to be... in fact, I am nothing like I used to be. I am far greater and far beyond what you remember me as being: The mouthy little showboat that didn't know if he was coming or going. I am now a weapon of mass destruction; a nuclear bomb lying in the middle of a city just waiting to explode. Do you want to be the one responsible for setting me off? I don't think so, X. I am a worst case scenario that is bound to happen. People plan for years in hopes that they will be ready when they are caught in the middle of my wrath... but they never are. And just like those people, X, you'll be carried away into extinction by the very thing that you helped create... the armies of Armaggeddon... The Elite. " -[ There is a knock at the door followed by a voice calling out: "Time to shoot, B, let's go". B-Pac stands up and grabs his script as the scene fades...to...black. ]- |