~The crowd boos as Playboy is shown in his dressing room, sitting on the bench. Mentally preparing for the match, he seems to stare into the distance. Playboy begins to speak slowly as he continues his stare.~
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Playboy: "Worthy... tonight... you have stepped in it pretty deep. Tonight... you got yourself into a match with the Blood Brothers."
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~Playboy slowly rubs his hands.~
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Playboy: "The masked one faces one of the toughest tasks he has faced in his career. He faces that task at a time when his opponents are preparing and training for one of the most brutal matches in existence."
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~Playboy blinks and breaks his stare, then looks to the camera.~
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Playboy: "Worthy... Kangjagal... tonight you are a stepping stone... a message. A message to Slugger as to what to expect come War Games. We will not wrestle you. We will not pull off high flying, technical wrestling moves. We will beat you... we will maim you... we will charge right through you and back up just to do it again. We are animals moving in for the kill and you are just the unfortunate little critter that steps in the way as we close in on the prey. Chew you up, spit you out and move on."
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~Playboy looks down to his taped-up hands and then back to the camera.~
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Playboy: "Slugger, take a good look at your monitor during this match and pay close attention. From this point on, The Blood Brothers... the XFE Tag Team Champions... are not taking any prisoners, or pulling any punches. We are out for destruction and leaving bodies in our wake. What you will see in War Games is a Blood Family like you have never seen before. Sleep well, Slugger. In a matter of days... everything ends."
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~The crowd boos as Playboy looks down to his hands and the scene fades.~
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