| S C E N E |    Static, it's always been static, and it always will be static. Now, down to business. Our cameras slowly begin to fade in we can tell we are located somewhere in South Philadelphia. For those of you who don't know where Philadelphia is it's in Pennsylvania. Anyways. It's night time, how can we tell? Well the fact that there are stars out, and a moon that really gave it away. Ok Ok. Enough with the bullshit. It's seriously time to role-play, but you're going to have to forgive me it's been a while. The streetlights, only a few of then working per street, seem to give us this depressed kind of setting. The public houses around us are falling apart, grass is overgrown, and papers, cans, etc. litter the street around us. About one-hundred yards ahead of us a man can be seen walking towards us. Right now we can't tell who he is. Is he a NWWA superstar, or just someone from the streets? Reaching both hands up to his face he flicks a lighter the yellow light bouncing off of his face. He is a black man, young, in his mid twenties.

When he is almost ten feet in front of us we can tell that it is none other than Blade Lopez. His hair is shaved closely to his head, and a chin goatee, which is the only thing that keeps him from looking 16, is neatly shaven. He is dressed in a pair of white, and black Iverson Answer VII's. A pair of baggy denim jeans, how they stay around his waist is beyond us. His upper body covered by a white Allen Iverson, Philadelphia 76-ers jersey. His arms are muscular, and heavily tattooed, even more than the last time we saw him in the NWWA. Which had to be about a year and a half ago. Taking one final drag of the cigarette he removes it from his mouth, drops it to the ground, and steps on it putting it out. Sliding his heavily iced up hands, and wrists into his pockets he shrugs his shoulders, and looks around he laughs a bit, and then turns his attention back the NWWA cameras. He closes his eyes for a second before opening them again, and staring straight into the cameras.

|  B L A D E L O P E Z |    "So..Jason Kash. This is how you repay your best superstar? Give him singles matches against some no name superstars? See, bro, if I'm not mistaken you're the one who wanted me to come back, and all of a sudden you're against me, or somethin'?"

| S C E N E |    Blade lets out a slight laugh not a happy laugh, but an I can't believe you type of laugh. Pulling his hands out of his pockets he raises his right hands, and motions for the cameras to follow him. He is walking to the large steel structure off in the distance which we think is probably Lincoln Financial Field, home of the Philadelphia Eagles. In front of him his hands are making various motions. Clapping them together, pounding his hands in his fist, stuff like that. Unlike all of us he isn't taken aback by how empty the streets are on such a nice night.

|  B L A D E L O P E Z |    "Yeah. It's empty, all the smart ones. Who don't want to be shot, or mugged have head inside for the night. Yeah, this isn't exactly middle America, but no need to get into that. That isn't why I asked you to meet me here tonight. There are other things, more important matters that need to be taken care of."

"Kash. Don't worry I will be seeing you. So I don't need to be saying much right now. You should already know that I always get what I want. That's just how things go if you disagree well then there is a wrestling ring for things to be settled. If that isn't an answer I can always handle things the way I usually do. Remember? You know what. Don't even answer that question, because I really don't care."

"So, at Hostile Takeover I have a match against some Snake dude. Metal Gear Solid fan? No no no, I am sorry I didn't mean to expose you as a video game character. Anyways, Snake I haven't seen anything on you, heard anything, or whatever. I don't even know if you're going to show up to Hostile Takeover, but if you do well then I will be getting the chance to welcome you to the NWWA. You my friend should feel honored never will you wrestle a bigger superstar than Blade Lopez in the NWWA. Despite what they say none of the other competitors can even come near what I accomplished in seven years of wrestling. Sure, we have some former world champions in here, but none of them truly earned it. First time The Rock won the World Title was back at Survivor Series when he locked Mankind in the sharpshooter, and Vince McMahon had the bell rung. Not quite earning it, in my opinion. Anyone else, well anyone else can just go do their thing."

| S C E N E |    Blade was now cutting through a few yards heading towards a house at the end of the block. It like all the others was beat up on the outside. Various bikes, and bike parts were laying on the small front lawn. He stepped up onto the porch, and sat down on one of the lawn chairs set up next to the small plastic table. He rubbed the back of his neck rolling his head a bit. Locking gaze with the NWWA cameras again.

"Snake, it would be better if you were to just stay at home, and let Kash throw some other goony at me, because you don't deserve this. You're probably just some rookie coming up through the system that Kash grabbed figuring you might be able to compete. Sure, you might be able to, for the first ten minutes while I am still knocking off some rust, but after that it's all downhill. Kash signs your paychecks .. do you really want him signing your death warrant, too? Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Now, Rock, back to you. I see you walking around NWWA with your head high holding onto two titles that were pretty much handed to you on a silver platter. Kash only gave you the crown so the fans could see me knock it off your fuckin' head. What do you say, jabroni? You man enough to step into the ring with me? What do you say.. Double ladder match? My pink slip against a number one contender slip for the World Title. I don't really see this as being a big choice for the most electrifying man in sports entertainment today. Just think Rock you have a chance to end my wrestling career. A chance to get the monkey off your back to get me out of the federation. I hope to see you next week."

| S C E N E |    Standing up from the chair Blade stretched out his back, and looked towards the cameras. With a cocky smile, and a waive he walked to the front door of the house, and walked inside. The wooden screen door slamming hard against the wooden frame just as the cameras immediately cut to black the words. 'Welcome Back' across the screen.

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  Opponent didn't RP. Haven't been in
        NWWA for over a year. So I was
really at a loss for words. I don't even
know if this made the deadline. Whatever,
next RP will be much better when I spend
more than 25 minutes on it. RP looks shorter
than it is, but my font is also a lot smaller than
everyone elses.
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