Lars Ulrich's brother....

Lars Ulrich can be seen in the locker room lacing up his boots. Suddenly someone comes up behind Lars and taps him on the shoulder.

Unknown: I'm here, and I want to see that belt...

Lars Ulrich smiles as he continues lacing up his boots.

Lars: Over there, on the table. 'Bout time you got here. You can watch my title defense.

Unknown walks over to the table and picks up the belt.

Unknown: Well, Lars, you're making a name for yourself here.

Lars: I am. Don't sound so surprised please. If you could do it why can't I?

Unknow: I'm sorry bro. Na it's great to see a title in the families hands still. How about making sure it stays in the family and let me make my debut against you for the title?

Lars: Marc, you're my brother, my friend, but I can't let you do that, I'm sorry.

Marc: Why not?

Marc Ulrich drops the belt on the floor in anger.

Lars: Well, other guys here try to get the chance for this title, I respect that. I honor those who get the chance. I can't let my brother comes here and start playing favourites. Thats just not right.

Marc: Lars, come on. Don't be a girl. Just one shot?

Lars: Marc, no!

Marc: Ok, but im not going to fight here, untill I get to vs you. I will do whatever I have to, to get that chance.

Lars: Ok, go for it. Earn the shot.

Marc: Oh I will...

Marc Ulrich leaves the lockerroom with a sly look on his face.
Lars Ulrich picks up the title and tosses it onto his shoulder, and makes his way out of the lockerroom...