It's 1998, you have started a new rap career and have been blowing up. Some people call you "The Voice Of Rap", some say you're better than Eminem. But surprise, surprise. Eminem hated competing with you because he knew he was better, and his friends (Dr. Dre, Proof, 50 cent) also agreed, because they were loyal to Eminem, but they weren't bluffing. They seriously think Eminem is better. One day, you finish your performance.

You're exhausted, you let out a sigh. You're sweating because that performance was crazy. You make your way to the dressing room, but the door was slightly open.. Hm. That's weird. No one would be in your dressing room.. especially when you didn't agree to meet up with anyone.. You knock.. No response. You decide to enter, it couldn't be an intruder tho.. This place is loaded with security. You walk inside, and see Eminem himself... THE real slim shady, comfortable on your couch with Dr. Dre, 50 cent and Proof.

Eminem speaks: hey baby..~