The Camera pans to the sign on building which reads "The Four Star" the four star one of the most expensive hotels, in the area, hell it is Four Stars only the best, for the Best Damn wrestler in WAWF, and the future world Champion, where did you think Justin would stay The Motel 6, the camera cuts to inside the Four Star, as Justin Blade enters, for the first time we get a clear shot of him..

Justin wears  a pair of black dress pants, a black Shirt, with a Blue Blazer, his hair is tied back, and a pair of mirrored lenced Sunglasses cover his cool blue eye's, Justin who looks around as he enters, after five seconds of looking he notices, the counter and walks towards it, before he can reach a man from behind Justin yell's

 "Justin"

Justin spins around, as does the camera, to see Neil Styles, Neil Style who's brown hair is spiked up nice and sharp, also wears a pair of sunglasses, a large over sized Leather Jacket, covers his Knights of Hell T-shirt, for his gigantic size. many watch him as the sound of leather rubbing against itself is heard coming from Neil's pant's Justin just shakes his head as Neil jogs over,

" They won't give me a room Justin, and they laughed when I told them who I was... "

Justin try's to keep from laughing

"Why am I not surprised, look how you dress, what are you some kind of 80's reject..."

"No man, it's just my Style,"

" Well your "Style" is going to get you into Motel 6 to night, while I am sleeping in the presidential suite, later man..."

"But..."

"I will see what I can do, just get out of here, while I get a room, so they don't think I'm with you..."

Styles turns from Justin and heads out of "The Four Star" as Justin walks to the counter, when he gets there a man in his mid thirty's looks up, and looks over Justin, Justin who taps his fingers on his desk, begins to speak

"Hello, I believe you have a room for me, the names Justin Blade..."

The Man who works behind the counter, speaks up...

"Ah yes, here we are Mr. Blade, Suite 3, but it seems they are cleaning it write now it should be ready in about a half hour, so if you could wait over there Motioning to several chair set up by the wall I can call you when it's ready..."

"Very well then.."

Justin turns away, and walks to the chairs, that he motioned to, taking a seat he looks for Neil who left the hotel, he turns to the Camera, and grins, and begins to talk to the camera as if addressing, thousands of fans at home, which he is...

" Well Monday Night, I once again proved that I was the best damn wrestler in this sport today by being a member of the final four, but not only did I prove I was the best, but I also proved I was Tapping his left temple the smartest, while the rest of you where fighting inside the ring, I was talking to Bamby the bell girl, and when there where five wrestlers in the ring, I just rolled back in and took a  seat on the turnbuckle, because I knew none of you had the balls to attempt to toss me out, especially Shattered, but that's for another reason... So I am a member of the Final Four, the other three, Shattered Dreams, Sam Grego, and Jay, wow, this is going to be a busy PPV, for Shattered, three no, four title match in one night, Jay you have two, Grego has, well who cares was Grego has... "

Justin rotates his neck, several popping noises are heard,

" Now onto more recent developments, it seems that Morrison and Erikson, have chosen to exit the WAWF, Justin refrains from laughing I have no idea why, but they weren't WAWF championship material anyway, but lets all take a moment of silence for there departure. A half a moment passes (how long is a moment anyway) Ok good enough, now onto upcoming event's, tomorrow night here in San Jose, I take on Suicide, for a shot at the lightweight title? You've got to be kidding me, fighting Suicide, hell I am going to be the Lightweight champion after Saturday, oh I guess I jumped a little ahead of myself, but let me say a couple things to Suicide, rookie, sense that is what you are here in the WAWF, I don't know much about you I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, although I do know know one thing, I could give a (beep) we will step into the ring, through a couple punches, maybe some classic moves, then I will finish you off and get the pin simple as that, any questions...Good, didn't want to answer them anyway...Ok now, what else...

Justin rubs his hand over his unshaven face, thinking for a second then he continues...

"Ah yes, how could I forget, the night of my birthday, the night I become twenty-four, will truly be a great night...Let me run down the nights events.

In the first night of the evening, I will be facing off against Gatekeeper and Scorpion for a shot at the US title, is it just me or am I getting a lot of shots at getting title shots, the only competition I see from those two is Scorpion, Gatekeeper doesn't have a chance, even if was still here under contract, Gatekeeper you pissed me off when you made fun of the stable, now we have or will be merging then you won't be laughing, on Saturday night you will fall as, for Scorpion, Scorpion I don't know you and I already dislike you, I have heard many things back stage, what are they, I know the fans must be asking but I will save those for my next interview...

Justin stands

" Of course that is only match one of three, the second match in the Justin Blade Trilogy is a tag team match in a steel cage, where I, I meen Styles, and myself will be taking on Scorpion and his partner Mr. Everything, big deal your thinking, well the only problem is they have a small advantage, don't tell them this, because we all know how intelligent they are, but Mr. Everything, who I believe is a little Narsatisic, doesn't have to fight while Styles and myself will have already fought twice that night, of course I plan on destroying Scorpion so he won't be able to compete, but still they do have the smallest but, hey it shouldn't be a problem write, i meen you have me and you have...well you have me and I shouldn't have a problem kicking Mr. Everything's ass while Neil works on the lifeless corpse of Scorpion.."

Justin begins to walk towards the counter...

"Now after that match, then the WAWF has decided to give me a birthday present, the WAWF lightweight champion, now I know your going to ask, Justin makes his voice go a bit higher then its normal tone "But Justin the WAWF isn't giving it to you, they made a rumble for it"  Yes i know this but think about it in every Rumble in the WAWF that I have been in where have I come out... That's write on top, the WAWF knows it's my birthday so the CEO, and everyone are like, "Hey it's his birthday, lets give him the belt, we just need to make it a rumble" Don't you se people it's ment to be, that's why they did it this way, on Saturday June 26th I will become the second time Lightweight Champion, so the rest of the lightweights don't waist your time, I know it and I know you know that I am going to win, so just stay home, hell I will even let ya have some Cake and Ice Cream in the back during the match, deal great, now is there anyone else important to talk about...Maybe that wuss Red Flame, na not worth the time...

Justin reproaches the man at the counter

"Is my room ready"

"It's only been five minutes, I will come and get you when it's ready"

"I'M JUSTIN BLADE, AND THE FUTURE WAWF WORLD CHAMPION AND LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION AND I DEMAND A ROOM NOW!!"

"I'm LEON HARPER, AND I WORK FOR MID-WAGE AND I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE!!!"
 
 "WOH ok, well I'll be over there, then "

Justin who was surprised that the man replied that way, returns to his seat, and waits, as the camera fades to Justin's Logo...