Role Play Info:
Title: Issues.
Number Count: 1/1/
Event: ShowDown.
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- The scene opens, inside of the usual location, but there was no one there. The camera was panning about, in diffrent locations, untill it becames solid, and focused on one image, which had been a figure walking down the street, wearing a black, hooded sweat shirt. His body structure wasn't large, and he had been of average height. The hair that hung from the side, was black, and somewhat long, shiny. Stepping aside to the closed gym doors, the figure approached more solemnly, and raised a hand slowly, which contained a decent size pocket knife in hand. The closed knife was popped open with a simple motion of the hand, in which made a clicking sound from whince it had opened. The hand foreced it forward, until the silver end was pressing down, and into the lock. It wouuldn't fit, so it was taken back, and placed in the universal place. The hand then searched the pocket more deeply, and took out, what would look somewhat like a lock pick, and dig into the lock. It fit, and the lock softly snapped, when the door slowly difted open. From behind, stood another man, with the almost same hoodie, which in turn had been green, and was draped with a golden pendant, marked with a tribal sign. Baggy pants, cut along the knees, and a gun drawn to side.-

Green Hood: I really wouldn't attempt that if I were you. That job is one that should be left undone, if you would catch my drift brotha.

Black Hood: And, what will you do to stop me?

- The green hood steps forward, and the black draws the knife from the pocket, with the blade glareing, in sight. Not looking with abit of cowardice, the hammer of the gun clicked back, and the gun was shifted to the side. Once sight had been caught of it, the black hood ran off into the distance, and hopped over a fence. Shortly after, the green stepped forward, and drooped down his hood, which revealed an unknown person, to the fans of the XWF. Out next, would walk Cade, in fan apparel.-

Cade Silver: Thanks John. I really don't need the likes of such hoods trying to break into my gym. I already have my hands full come Showdown, and I'm not filling it as the likes of G-Village.

John Freeman: Yes sir. It's my job, no need for the thanks. Oh, and a message I was supposed to give to you personally. Steve should be soon in the likeing of along five minutes, to take you to the airport.

Cade Silver: Right.

- The two both take diffrent paths. John took the way of the city alleyway, and Cade stood infront of the gym, where he grabbed the pick that had still been hung in the door. Shaking the head in disgust, he tossed it aside, and moved to the door, closeing it back down, and locked it. Something apon the ground caught his eye, and he went to grab it. Being an ordinary coin, a rubling sound emerged from his side. From his view, approached a large, white Tahoe, with the image of Steve in the front seat. -

Steve: Your ride is here mastuh.

Cade: Do you seriously know how annyoing that is?

- Cade steps in, and the car thunders down the road, with the faint pulse of the thumping, bass of the stero, as the scene blurs off into a blackness. - *

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