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The interviewer is backstage, looking at the camera with a microphone in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my guest tonight, the new WWFG X-Division champion: Marxx!"

"Uhh, excuse me..." said Marxx, off the camera's sight.

"What?"

"... Take this.." he said as he handled a paper to the announcer. He read it and then lifted his eyebrow, starting back his introduction speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to have the following guest with me tonight. The man has been not only the first-ever Undisputed tag-team champion of WWFG history, but he's also been the longest reigning tag team champion in the company. And now, he earned the X-Division championship after a Triple Threat match at Wrestlemania. Please welcome my guest, the one and only, and really... Sexy?... The Midnight Role Model, Marxx!"

Marxx approaches from the camera, almost laughing from the fact he actually said the speech for real.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Marxx, after your win versus the Intercontinental champion Matt Stone, you just sealed your status of fighting champion.."

"Well I wouldn't say I sealed my status, but I think it would be more appropriate to say I proved that the Midnight Role Model is back on the road to become what this company has best to offer."

"Also, we learned that your first title defense will be on the next Supershow against one of the two people you faced at Wrestlemania: Mr. X. You have any thoughts on your upcoming challenge?"

"You know, you just said the right word to describe Mr. X: Challenge. The guy's tough, and he's got his eyes on the championship like no one else ever had. But I'm pretty confident that this match will end in my favor as I've been able to calm the hungry man that he is and claim this title for myself where I was seen as the underdog."

"But let's recall that Mr. X has been added to this match as a result of him defeating you the week before Wrestlem..."

"Yes, he defeated me before Wrestlemania and this is something I won't even try to find any excuses to. But this was to get to the championship match, and trust me, as long as this baby jewel will be on my shoulder, facing me in the ring will be the closest he'll ever come from having it."

"The way you speak, you don't seem to have much respect fo.."

"Don't dare saying I have no respect for Mr. X. I do respect the man and I consider him as a friend of mine. However, when it comes to measuring himself against me, the papers and the performances are clear on this: I am the better man and next week will just prove it when I leave my..."

He looks at the announcer, expecting him to be the one who would continue the sentence, but he actually didn't know what to say. Marxx picked the paper he had in hands and turned it back.

"... When I leave my..." he said as he pointed at the word on the announcer's sheet who yelled "MARXX!"

"... On him!"

With that said, Marxx turned back, ready to go back to his locker room

((Interruptions welcome))