"Hey get up!" a gruff voice says "Blade you're late for school."

"Ugh, I hate school." he says rubbing his eyes

"You want to be a pro-wrestler you have to get an education or you're gonna be a deadbeat bum."

"Fine, Dad."

Blade gets up changes into a green shirt with a fist on it, black shorts and green converse. He had black shaggy hair and dark green eyes. He had a scar on his eye and a split in the same eyebrow. He was told it was from a wrestling match.

He flies to school in an instant and goes to Mr. Rogers home room.

"What's your name?" Rogers says

"Name's Blade, Blade Venzetti."

"Well you're late, don't keep it up."

"Whatever." Blade says and sits at a table. He's sitting with a girl and a boy.

The girl had short black hair and light green eyes. She wore a light green sport tank top, black running shorts and light green converse. She had an angry look on her face.

The boy had brown hair styled in a quiff, and dark brown eyes. He wore a leather motorcycle jacket, a red shirt that read "Mitch Rocks" black jeans and red Nikes. He had freckles on his face and crooked teeth.

"What's up." the boy says "I'm Mitch."

"Call me B.C." the girl says

"I'm Blade Sharp. What's B.C. stand for?"

"Buttercup." Mitch snickers B.C. punches his arm

Mr. Rogers starts class.

----------Authors Note----------

"Well. Isn't Blade, uh, something. But is he really the tough bad boy wrestler or is he a lost identity too?"