we open to the metroradio arena in lovely downtown new castle, with the wind flowing briskly. spring is in the air, it is mid-evening and the cars are bustling. the sounds of pedestrians roaming the streets can be heard, as the camera swiftly moves across the river of humanity. we then pan upward, one of the city's tallest building becoming our focus. the street lamps shine upon the sidewalk, as a voice speaks amongst the cocaphony of images and aura.

"in one week, i have another opportunity at redemption. in one week, i have the opportunity to prove myself to the world, i have the opportunity to change people's perceptions, and when opportunity knocks, well.... you know the rest. azrael, rose, i'm going to make this one short, sweet, simple and to the point, but a couple of days from now i will send out a message worth sending.

"azrael, i have an inkling that you might know me better than most, but if you are at the least curious, you will have to wait just like the rest. your legacy with xwf stretches back a few years, but i'm sure you may know that i'm no rookie myself. bottom line, you haven't sent out a message, so consider this a message to you.... i'm waiting. and i WILL be ready for you come warfare.

"and as for you, russian rose, there is no escaping fate, and when i meet up with you in this 3-way, i will bring you to your knees. you believe that you're of a 'higher quality' simply because you're from a country of champions, but that does NOT MEAN you'll be pinning me down any time soon..... good luck.

"XWF.... this is only the beginning. TTFN


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