Click here for "Cold" by Static-X
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-[ B-Pac stands outside of a large room with glass walls and a plaque labeled 'Fitness Center'. He is leaning on a Coke maching with his arms crossed and is staring up at the ceiling, seemingly annoyed at something. Through the glass door of the fitness center, Adam Lax and Triple X are seen doing some weight training and other various excercises. B-Pac slams his fist into the side of the Coke maching sending cans of Mr. Pibb and Vanilla Coke spewing to the ground. He points towards Trips and Lax as he begins speaking. ]- B-Pac: " That right there... that is my clique, and I'm ready to fight until to the death of it. Ichy, and anyone else in your group for that matter, you guys aren't ready to carry the load of ELITE. You aren't the judge, you aren't the jury, you aren't the prosecution, YOU ARE THE VICTIM! If you think you're ready to die now with your blood on Pac's hands, that is what ELITE's about... the time is now. Nobody is afraid to move on you because you make your weaknesses known to all. We come up and do better than you and you flip... we come up and take what you wanted to take and you swell up. You claim to be ready when it's a known fact that you can't hang. Why try to inflate your appearance if you know you'll never keep it what it was? And yes, I said what it WAS. I'm yet to see a single one of you amount to the worth of one word that you spit so freely from your vain lips. We all see through you... to the very motives behind your actions. And those motives aren't as you make them out to be... they're not for reasons caused by hate or the desire to conquer your enemies as a group... the reasons are for self-gain. Now, tell me if I'm wrong. " " I let this s**t slide for too many years and too many times; but now that ELITE has once again united, we are the biggest and most productive group of allies in the history of history. There's nothing in our way now because our retallition is ten fold that of the initial offense. We have declared this war on Forstankin' because we're so much stronger than them and are more capable of getting the job done properly. There is so much more to gain from this battle than there is to lose. The only way to win it all... is to start the fight with nothing. " -[ Triple X then walks out of the fitness center and has overheard some of B-Pac's conversation to the camera. As he walks up, he nods his head in agreement and the two men touch fists and laugh. ]- Triple X: " You know something, Pac... you're taking things too seriously. You know, as well as I do, that Forsunken doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell against us. Try to calm down man, you're going to have a stroke. And X be damned if that happens. " B-Pac: " Yeah, you're probably right. It's just that the one thing on my agenda lately has been to dismantle Forsaken... and I have done a good job of breaking them so far... but they are still around. And I know that as long as they are around, I won't be able to relax and I'll constantly have to watch my back. " Triple X: " That's nonsense. Have they tried to jump you yet? No. Have they even tried to fight back yet? No. What makes you think they ever will? " -[ B-Pac nods as Adam Lax walks out of the finess center. He props his left elbow up on B-Pac's shoulder and his right on Triple X's shoulder and grins. ]- Lax: " My brother is right, B. As long as we have your back, you don't have to worry about being attacked by Forsaken. They're not that crazy, you know. Besides, man, you gotta worry about winning King Karnage. It's all you. You've already beaten Max plenty of times so he'll be no problem... and after that, you'll face either Jecht or Death. That isn't a challenge for you. You should just keep your mind on being King Karnage and we'll watch out for Forsaken. " B-Pac: " Thanks, fellas. It makes me proud to know that you guys have my back... it's a world of worry off of my back. You guys can go ahead on without me... I think I'm going to stay here and get in a short workout or something. " -[ The three men slap hands and say their good-byes as X and Lax head out toward the exit. B-Pac picks up one of the cans of Vanilla Coke on the ground and pops the top on it. He takes a sip and tosses it back to the ground. ]- B-Pac: " In my fit of rage, I nearly forgot what my next task was... but unfortunately for Max and whomever the unlucky person may be that has to face me in the finals of King Karnage, I have had a burden lifted. With the threat of an attack by Forsaken gone, I can put in 100% of my concentration on winning myself (and my entire group) a brand new crown of barbed-wire known as KING KARNAGE. I must admit that I wasn't too big on the idea of winning the tournament at first. I was more concerned with inflicting pain and suffering. But when the trust of my peers was placed in me, and I received their votes of confidence, a new desire and a new sense of responsibility began to burn inside of me. That same burning desire will be the end of anyone other than myself's chances at winning King Karnage. I fear that I may be too good for my own good sometimes... but maybe that's just me. " " Death, I think I'll cut you some slack and not rag on you because you have the right idea by not hanging around in the open much... I don't suspect that I'll be seeing you in the finals anyway. And as for Max Payne... I am impressed. You open your scene up in an airport in Canada... and then miraculously you're in the middle of the wild west... GENIOUS! You are an amazing guy... but still a whiny little poser. Why don't you be yourself, Max? I can't stress that enough.... On second though, it doesn't matter if you're a fake or if you're real. Either way, no matter what kind of MAX you are, you'll never be an "I beat B-Pac MAX". After King Karnage and after you wake up from this dream world, maybe you'll finally realize that you are a loser and you only lost because you're nothing compared to those on the top tier of WoW known as ELITE. " -[ B-Pac looks at his watch and says a curse word under his breath. He begins walking in a hurry toward the exit as if he has somewhere he needs to be. He accidentally bumps into a scruffy looking janitor with "M. Miller" on his nametag causing him to fall face first into a bucket of crusty mop water. B-Pac doesn't say excuse me, just keeps on going as the scene fades... to... black. ]- |