(Scene opens up in what appears to be a hotel room. DoP is sitting in a chair. Data is sitting on the floor beside him, dressed in raggy clothing, with L.T. standing behind them.)
DoP: And so the plot thickens. Hacker, you now know who has your precious little trophy. Me. As it's been said, this would've all be avoided if you had just taken me seriously, and kep this dumb little romance out of the ring. But look at us now. Your almost-wife has been baptised in her own tears, you are a nervous wreck, destroying everything in your path to get her back, and I am the cause of it all. I'm sure you have a lot of plans for me, assuming you ever get to touch me.
(DoP runs his hand down Data's cheek, and she shudders. DoP smiles)
DoP - Boy, I'll tell ya, she sure has some soft, smooth skin. I do so enjoy feeling it...and I do mean...ALL of it. Normally, women disgust me to the point of physical illness. But this little flower...(smiles) I'll leave it to your imagination. But you have nothing to worry about. She will be very safe with me. Not pain will come to her...well, on second thought, maybe a little, but trust me. She likes that kind of pain. That much you can count on. I might even make a video for you, leaving you a few pointers I've discovered in past weeks. Every night, a little harder, a little rougher, a little sharper, a little deeper. Physical pain can be almost as much fun as emotional and spiritual...almost.
On to other matters...namely Shamrock and Lars. Shamrock, I warned you, boy. Don't **** with me. But you had to, and look what happened. You left a bloody mess. Just as I thought, you are nothing without your girlfriend Lars to cover your back. No masks to hide your identity, no weapons to give you the upper hand. I proved to you, Lars, and everyone watching that you are nothing but a *****. The same goes for you, Lars. You like to run your mouth, and hit and run. But that will all come to an end soon. I showed your boy Shamrock what I'm all about, and soon you will know as well. All the money and friends in the world can't stop my wrath, and trust me, it is ever overflowing.
Now, as for this little match I have against Poe...it's all the same, really. I am currently sitting atop of the world. Everything is falling directly where I want it. All you are doing is adding fuel to my fire. It's plain and simple, you won't walk out of the arena without help. You'll have to be carried, because you will just be used as a warning to everyone in the locker room. The Era of Pain is here, and it's time to prepare for war...
(Fade to black with DoP running his hand through Data's greasy hair, smiling)