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Dean goes to wrench further on the neck, putting his pressure on the base of Marcus’s chest. Hearing the growing crowd he thought that maybe this was enough of a distraction. He would look back at the legs of Marcus and try to hook one, attempting to fold his opponent and maybe leverage a pinfall.

Dean heard the one count and got excited for more, but Marcus was no chump. Before he knew it Marcus was sitting up and putting power towards his own feet to lift them up. Dean felt the power as the only way to keep any sort of control he had to keep the headlock locked in. And before he knew it the two men we're on their feet.

Rosario at this point was holding his hand up to a fans face, showing him a nice bird. It was volatile, it was possibly even fine worthy, but man the fans would be talking about this on X and Reddit. He knew it and so did the fans as more fans around them started jeering at the old man.

Dean felt the canvas hit his back as the taller and stronger man lifted him up and set him down. Obviously at this point the headlock was all but gone as he rolled, holding onto his back.

<******** style="color: olive">Dean mouthed as he felt the air encompass him and he flew across the ring. Once again colliding with the canvas but this time it was more dramatic. His inner demons and soreness coming over him. He had been distracted it felt like. Maybe from feelings of inadequacy or stress with his son. Either way he was present and he was being ******** style="color: olive">Rosario thought as a fan had brought a cups open side towards him. Splashing him with what smelled like flat coca cola. The sugar hit his lips as the stickyness began to settle in. His jerring at illicit an reaction. Gold thats what it was. It didn’t stop him from going further, finding a water bottle on the ground and unwinind the top, preparing to make a splish splash scene.

Dean felt Marcus grab his throat as he put both his hands around Marcus’s arm. He was trying to pull his grip off but it felt strong and latched in. He looked around for his partner who was no where in sight.

Meanwhile the crowd was now soaked as a larger audience member began to jump the barricade. Security got a grip on the middle age man but that didn’t stop Rosario for looking for a way to use self defense. He looked down and spotted a steel chair, picking it up, he began to wave it towards the crowd.

The attention was now split as the Rosario spectacle was growing. The referee now having to divert his attention to reigning in the veteran and making sure no weapons were used on paying customers

Dean Johnson was lifted as once again he felt the air, his back colliding with the cavas. His breathe exasperated as Marcus was strong and brutal with his finisher.

Rosario went to swing at a fam as another started to jump over the barricade. Security issue! The ref was now looking at the outside as seeing 2 fans on his turf started to worry him. Profanities left his mouth as some talk about someone mother came up. A third fan appeared as the referee began to exit the ring.

Dean felt Marcus cover him as he didn’t have enough energy to really react. He didn’t hear a pin fall though as the crowd began to count instead, feeing annoyed at the the officials absence.

“1…2…”

The referee was now with the security guard calming down the situation as Rosario began to flee. His eyes were bolted in the ring as he saw the cover and heard the fans that weren't in the humbug.

“3….”

Rosario went to slide in the ring, chair in hand, and got to his feet preparing to plant Marcus with a hard swing with the steel chair to his back!

The crowd the was actively watch let out a horrendous boom of boo’s as Rosario looked up at the hard cam with a wry filthy smile. Looking back down at the Rookie he looked to welt him directly in the chest with the piece of metal while the referee was still dealing with the interference at ringside. Rosario knew he didn’t have much time so he had to make the most of it.

“******** First ******** First Class”

Roared around the arena. Rosario looked at the cam again before tossing the chair over the ropes. Fans near the referee began to pat the official and point towards the ring for him to look but there was too much going on.

Dean was still laying on the girl. He never heard the bell ring, it was still going, but the tension in the air was so strong he knew something odd was happening.

Rosario ran towards the turnbuckle. He went to climb it quickly, Dean was too slow and meticulous. This needed action.