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The lights went dark for a few seconds as Actin Crazy by Action Bronson hit the speakers. The titantron presented a red signature being spelled out, squiggling and curving around the screen. It spelled out "First Class" before very quickly juming lower to spell out "ROSARIO". The screen tore open as a plane passed through the tear before the lights turned back on, two large stacks of flames shooting up. The crowd reacted strongly as the snake oil salesmen himself had a very controversial two years in the company. And after an absence and a refusal to fight, was an unexpected match.

"Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a ******** in
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?"

Rosario walked out. His first appearance in over 6 months, ever since he walked away from Bison over the bad and stale creative choices. And this was visually a new man.

Rosario had a medium-long wavy mullet. The front curly and poofed. The back wavy and noticeable. He had a thick, strong 1980's mustache, his lip covered from any cold winds. He wore no shirt, A single small red and black wrestling trunks, and a set of elbow and knee pads for extra protection. His physique was one of age, out of shape, his gut being a drawing factor, his arms giving strong grilling dad vibes, and a burly hairy chest that patterned his skin. This was an aging veteran in his finest.

"At 5'11, 231 lbs.....Wrestlings Warren Buffet...ROSARIOOOOO!!!"

Rosario brought his fingers to his lips and threw a kiss out to the crowd as the reactions grew mixed. Both of these competitors had names and histories, but this match didn't really have the build one would expect.

Rosario made his way down to the ring, looking at Bad Boy the whole time.

He rolled in and set him self for a....360 spin! Throwing his fist up as pyro shot up from the corners. Copying what the crowd just saw with Bad Boy, and eliciting a gross grin from Rosario. The crowd noticed the disrespect and vocalized it.

"Got to do what makes money Bad Boy, that's the game son, that's the game!"

Rosario screamed from across the ring, awaiting the bell to ring and the classic to begin.

The bell echoed as the crowd began to sit to watch the action begin.

Rosario kept the s**t eating grin while he stepped a few inches closer, the gap still being considerable. Rosario hopped back and forth lightly, keeping his footwork flowing and his dad bod bouncing. He put one arm in the air as if he was offering a traditional hand to hand lock up, but his wrist in the air flopped up and down. His other arm positioned in a lower hook, circling slightly.

He was inviting the man in. A very old school invite, definitely not devious or slimy.

Rosario was looking to fake Bad Boy out and pull away, but both of their hands seized together, then backwards Rosario went. He put up just enough fight to keep his balance, but allowed himself to get cornered as he went to raise both his hands in a guarding manner above his head.

"Ref, Ref, Ref!!!"

The referee quickly attempted to jump between them to try and give a little space. His job was to make sure this was a clean open fight...

And none of that mattered as Rosario would attempt to slide his arm around the ref and poke Bad Boy right in the eye sockets!