-[ His duty to Hollywood is over and B-Pac is at the auditorium located inside of Zill Towers, just finishing up a promotional photo shoot for the official sponsor of King Karnage, Sony Playstation 2. He is hoping to join up with the rest of his comrads, Adam Lax and Triple X, later on in the week. B-Pac is walking towards the back area of the auditorium. In the distance, Prez Darren is seen talking to some Asian men in fancy suits. They hold martinis in their hands and are deep in business conversation. The Asian men seem pleased with the ideas that Darren has brought up and shake hands as they walk off. Darren then glances over toward B-Pac, who is glancing back at him. Their eyes meet for a moment before B-Pac turns away and continues on his way. B-Pac gets the attention of the camera and waves the cameraman to follow him. ]- -[ Finally out of the middle of the party and in the drink room, B-Pac grabs a Captain Morgan Gold from the humongous sized cooler. He twists the top off and downs half of it in the first gulp. He wipes his lips and removes the skully cap from his head. He stands there staring into the camera a bit before finding the right words to express his thoughts. ]- B-Pac: " Ichabod, what would you or anyone else in your family know about being elite? You are about as elite as that group of low-to-mid card talent that you reign over. A group of "spot-fillers" to keep the audience from being bored while they wait for the REAL Superstars to come out. You are slowly sinking into that abyss of those who used to be good. You're pushing the limit of a has-been... and I am even reluctant to call you that because, quite frankly, you NEVER WERE. Like X, I heard all of the stories and rumors about the great and powerful Ichabod when I first entered the scene. But I am yet to see what all of the fuss was about. How could you dare question the caliber of Superstar that I am and that ELITE is? Is it not enough that I SINGLE HANDEDLY made you and all of your peers look like rag dolls? Is it not enough that noone in that group of lamers that you call Forsaken can stand up and amount to HALF of what I am? You truely amuse me, Ichabod. I dare you to take that leap and try someone ELITE on for size. " " What originally caused you to think that you could hang with ELITE in the first place, Ichy? You and I both knew that this battle was over before it even began. Forsaken is no match for me, much less ELITE. Tell me the truth, Ichy... how are things really going in the Forsaken camp? I heard things aren't so well. You have one guy that is out with injury thanks to yours truely, you have one guy that seems to care less about the group, you have another guy who is never around and can't be found, and then you have this multi-talented female (or so I've heard) that is afraid to be teamed up with someone. What is the point of being a group if you can't fight comfortable alongside someone else? It seems that you need to get your group reorganized and get your priorities back in order. Only then will you make for good competition for ELITE. Until you prove to me that you can stop me, I'll keep coming and coming and coming and coming. " " Ichy, you claim that Forsaken is the original plague of WoW but in reality, you have never plagued anything or anyone. You have to actually do something in order to be a pestillence to it. Sitting around, making threats and then getting your asses beaten by one person is definately not making much of an impact. The only impact that Forsaken has made so far is making B-Pac look better. Count the score, guys, it's B-Pac 3 and Forsaken 0. As a matter of fact, I've got a no-hitter going into the 9th... which one of you is going to step up and attempt to break it up? I'd really like to see anyone try with my defense on the field... With all of my rantings, you'd think that I had a match with you guys. Officially, I do not; but you can bet that you'll see me taking many more shots at breaking up Forsaken. My first order of business is still with Max Payne. A guy who doesn't understand anything about anything. He wonders why noone likes him and why he can't get anywhere in this business. He blames it on sucking up and performing sexual actions with the head honchos in order to get ahead. What he doesn't understand is that the reason why he sucks is because he sucks. Maybe his expectations of himself are inflated or maybe he thinks too highly of himself. Whatever the reason is, it doesn't matter. I will prove once again that he doesn't stack up with someone like me. How serious can you take a guy that bases his entire life on being funny and rubbing noses with his unemployed prom date? Max, be yourself. I don't respect wanna-bes and neither does this company. You want to move up here? Drop your buddy and get out on your own. Stop complaining when you lose or fall short because it is nobody's fault but your own. Until you realize that, you'll be what you are now... nothing. " -[ Just then, B-Pac's cell phone rings. He checks his caller ID but the number reads "Unknown Name / Unknown Number". He shrugs his shoulders and answers it. ]- B-Pac: " B-Pac here... speak! " Voice: " You think that you got rid of me don't you? Don't count me out yet, because I'll be back before you know it... and by then, it will already be too late to do anything about it. " B-Pac: " Rrrright... hey, how about you tell me who you are so I'll know who I am not counting out? " Voice: " Are you prepared to pay for your actions with your life? You claim to be a just man... surely you didn't expect to get away clean. " B-Pac: " So, you're going to kill me are you? I have heard better and more credible threats than that, you know... why should I take you serious? " Voice: " Becuase I know who you are... and you have no clue as to who I am... and because I am standing right outside of you door... " -[ The anonymous caller begins laughing and hangs up. B-Pac seems to shrug the threats off until there is a loud banging at the door. B's eyes widen and a look of concern grows on his face. He looks around for a weapon but finds none. The knocking gets louder as B-Pac stands beside the door and looks out of the window. He sees noone and his breathing gets heavier. He finally decides to grab a lamp from the table next to the door. He holds it high in the air as he swings the door open and slams it on top of someone's head. A tall, skinny boy wobbles back and forth and says "Coffee, sir?" before falling to the ground. B-Pac realizes that he just got planed and lets out a loud "DAMN!" as he slams the door and the scene fades... to... black. ]-

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