(The scene opens as the personal camera crew spots a large and glooming shadow ontop of the arena, high above everything else. They quickly begin running up the steps until the finally reach a door that says "Rooftop". They walk through that door and spot the Siamone sitting on the edge of the roof, looking down. He is holding a bottle of hard liquor and smoking a cigarette when the crew walks over to him. He stares hard at the camera,(with his evilest lookingeyes) before he even begins to open his mouth.)

(Siamone: A victim falls. Without any hesitation I have walked in the HCW again and taken a soul. First ?????, then ??????...and the newest victim has already been signed for Wednesday night. A man that claims to kick ass, here only to torture those who are not like him. I believe he calls himself Cane. I could give a fuckless what he calls himself and what he thinks he can do. You may have been slightly successful in the UWF, but on Wednesday your path will be changed forever.

(He takes a long drink from the whiskey and still continues to puff on his cigarette before throwing it off of the rooftop. He stares deeply into the night air, before speaking again.)

(Siamone: Unlike the other pussies that you have faced in the past DDP, I won't be that easy to defeat. You will not come into the ring and take control of me. All your darkside bullshit should be left at home. I have no patience for your kind. A lot of people think that i will win agansit a #### head like u. Well let me tell you and the rest of the world...I don't give a flying #### what anyone thinks. All I know is that when that bell rings, no matter how I look or how I act...it's on. I am in there to tear people apart, rip them from limb to limb, spill their blood and make them wish they had never spoken my name. Now its been clear to me the pattern that has been aquired here in the OCWF. If a match has been signed with the Siamone, then the competition hides. No interviews, no words, no nothing. And its like people have to drag them to get into the ring with me. Cause they fear for their lives. I don't blame them. But now OCWF has it's very own Death Sentence....ME! So DDP...are you going to follow in the pattern of pussies? Are you going to run and hide like a little b###h? Or...are you going to come out like the man you think you are and stand toe to toe with me? Theres no more talk of getting beat around here, I see that's not gonna happen to me for a very long time. The talk IS now about whether or not people are going to show up? Whether or not people have the balls to come out here and confront me.

((He takes another drink of his whiskey and before he sets it down Paul Heyman comes out of the door and onto the rooftop where the OCWF crew is standing and where Siamone is sitting. He walks right up and begins to ask questions to Siamone, still kind of pissed at what had happened to him the last time these two men had met.)

Paul: Siamone! Let me ask you something....all I hear is that your out here complaining to the OCWF about how everyone runs and hides and how you haven't gotten no real ####ing competition here...what the #### is going to happen when you get someone too hard to handle like ???? and ???? ? I know for ####ing sure you won't be running your ####ing mouth then.

(Siamone: Heyman...you have a lot of ####in balls to be out here running your ####in cock holster to me about shit thats none of your ####in business. I thought you might have gotten a little ####in respect after you picked your big fat troll lookin ass up from the middle of the ring the other night, but its evident that I was wrong. Look here Heyman, before I take off your ####in head...I'll answer your little punk ass question. Complaining? Who said shit about complaining? I have no problem walking in the arenas and completely destroying the silly fags that the OCWF puts me up against. I have no problem walking out of my match everynight without even breaking a sweat. I have no problem sorting through all the pussies and punks here in the OCWF. No problem what so ever. But to all of you big stars in the OCWF...and since Heyman mentioned these two...they are the ones I am pointing out. ???? and ?????. I don't give a ####...who you are, what you have done, or what you think you can do. You ####ers don't scare me. You make me laugh. ?????? you think because you are 3 time OCWF Champion that your ####in unbeatable....wake up asshole and smell your butt buddy's breath. There is nobody in this world that is unbeatable.....NOBODY. ????? only reason why your punk ass talks a tired game is because of your ass licking boyfriend. You may have won a few matches, but if you didn't have that overstuffed air bag ?????? by your side, you wouldn't amount to no more that the shit paper I wipe my ass with. So both of you punk b###hes....anytime and any place...title or non-title..I don't give a ####. Just holla my name and I will be there.

Paul: Yeah right what the #### ever...(he laughs)

(Siamone stands up and without hesitation chokeslams Paul Heyman onto the hard rooftop floor. And then begins to stomp on his head. Still standing on Heyman, he looks into the camera one more time.)

(Siamone: DDP....come ready and prepared for Tuesday night. Show your face and be a ####ing man for a change. No matter what you say or do, your going to stare death in the eyes on Tuesday. And I am going to take you out. Your in no way shape or form a challenge to me. Never will be...and the sooner Tuesday comes the sooner you will find that out. Come be the hope for the OCWF. Try to take me out. But just like ??? and ??? before you, your soul will belong to me and your body belongs 6ft under ground. Your death sentence awaits you, don't be ####in late. The fire has been lit....and now its time for you to get BURNED!!!!

(He stomps on Heymans head once more, before pouring the whiskey over his silenced body and walking away through the door that leads downstairs. The camera crew try to help Heyman, just as the scene ends.)