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[Your Midnight Role Model]

[Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, for the first time BBW… The Midnight Role Model, Marxx!]

Within Temptation - Paradise

It was a good thing that the announcer introduced him, because that new music was nothing that those who recognized the name even recognized. Their old idol showed up in the curtain, wearing a suit, his hair in a manbun behind his head, and a microphone in his hands. Even though he hasn't been in a ring for a very long time, he seemed in a good shape to step back in if he wanted. Maybe that's exactly what he wants?

He made his way to the ring, giving high fives to the fans who were reaching out for him. He may have been in the wrestling business for years, however he was nothing but a rookie in BBW, and a distant memory in the long-time fans of wrestling. He climbed the steps and went inside the ring. he shook the announcer's hand before taking his spot in the middle of the ring. As his music faded, you could hear a few fans cheer for their childhood hero and many applauses, mostly out of respect than admiration.

"What’s up, Marxxaddicts!!!"

This catchphrase is responded by mild cheers.

"I see that some people forgot… I won’t hide that it makes me a little bit sad, but I’m not mad at you for that. I mean, how could I be?"

"When you’ve been in the public eye for as long as me, you see people come and go. Friends, foes, brothers, archenemies, you just stand there, speechless, as they are "replaced". Sometimes on their own terms, sometimes by the powers that be."

He took a brief pause, and then continued.

"And that includes myself, and there's nothing you can do about it. Better go out with your head held high than keep fighting to stay relevant and turn into a joke through absurd fundraisers and other shenanigans."

Some people laughed at that reference, and Marxx took a pause to let that sink in.

"Takes a while to realize that and let go, but at least it makes you feel at peace with the moment, embrace the past and makes you look forward to the future. A future that I will go in details about in just a moment.

Before I go any further, I just want to make it clear that I don’t wanna get into this whole “oh he’s clinging on the past” kind of drama. No, that’s definitely not the point of my presence here.

He thinks for a second.

I mean, yeah, I’ve been in promotion vs promotion battles that these people will likely never have to be in…

The crowd replies with a loud "WHAT?"

I wrestled people with a talent so incredibly enormous that it set the standards for their generation and every generation after them…

"WHAT?"

I have made my mark in mythical federations that they can only see the glory days on a $5 DVD in some obscure pawn shop…

"WHAT?"

I wrestled all over the world while managing one of the most successful wrestling brands of its time…

"WHAT?"

I got more championships on my resume than they have pubes…

"WHAT?" followed by some laughs. Yeah, that wasn't PG, but who gives a s**t?

I had one of those sex, drug and rock and roll run in the business that explains the need for wellness policies…

"WHAT?"

All this to say, I had an impact in my time and I’m not ashamed to say it.

His loyal fans cheered as the rest of the crowd applauded, once again out of respect for a man they heard the name, yet have never seen perform from their own eyes. If it was hyped that he was going to come back, they would have done some research, but someties, a surprise is welcome.

But yet I’m not dissing the current wave of talented wrestlers either, because I’ve seen them do things we wouldn’t even think of in that ring and create a new sort of spectacle that pays tribute to the great ones who preceded them and defines them as great ones in their own right, especially here, in Bad Blood Wrestling!

The acknowledgement of their promotion of predilection was welcomed with loud cheers.

In fact, I am proud to say that I like where this is going. You get to see some badass performers, some who are coming out of nowhere to shine and impress… And even some I’m surprised to see around considering that their fathers may have taken so many kicks in the nuts that they should be sterile by now. In some cases it would have been a good thing that they were actually sterile, but I’m not here to wash my dirty laundry.

That kind of reference could be aimed at anyone, condiering the large amount of 2nd gen wrestlers in the ring lately.

What I’m here to say is that there’s a place for everyone in today’s industry. There might be a time where all what’s left of me is videotapes and DVD collections, maybe a Bluray remaster where you may see a glimpse of my face if I’m lucky. But the past shall remain where it is, in the past.

The reunion tour has officially started, and I don’t know where this is going to lead me, but trust me when I say this: I’m not here to relive the past, I’m here to make something new in the present, and LEAVE MY…

A part of the crowd answered with the typical "MARXX!" he was looking for as he raised his microphone. The part of the crowd that stayed silent didn't satisfy Marxx, however.

"No, no no no. This isn't right. Those of you who didn't know what to say, you just heard the answer. Now let's do this again... I'm here to make something new in the present, and LEAVE MY..."

Now the whole arena screamed "MARXX" as he raised his microphone in the air. He brought the microphone closer to his smiling face.

"… On it!”

((Interruptions welcome))

[MARXX]

[Your Midnight Role Model]

Marxx looked at Hiro, slightly confused, but then decided to play along with the guy's obvious delusions.

"… Yes.”

Of course, it was said sarcastically.

"And while I'm doing confessions here, I will also admit that I am a reptilian overlord sent to the surface of the Earth to rule the nation.”

While we're at it, let's debunk some conspiracies, shall we?

"Also, I have three tattoos on my body. Three like the number of sides on a triangle. Boom, Illuminati confirmed.”

And then he made a triangle with his fingers.

"And if you listen to what I say backwards, you will hear jibberish, which is clearly a satanic language.”

Marxx nodded, but was clearly exaggerating with his body language.

"And I share an apartment with Elvis and Michael Jackson, who are both paying the rent with jobs at Starbucks.”

He aproached Hiro, and put his arm on his shoulder.

"We need people like you Hiro. People like you who will spread the message of truth to the world. We distracted the world long enough from us with Beyonces and Nickelbacks, now go and spread the truth to the world that everything is a conspiracy.”

He stepped back, applauding Hiro.

[MARXX]

[Your Midnight Role Model]

Marxx started breathing heavily in the microphone.

"Hiro, I'M YOU'RE F...”

But then he took a pause. The crowd knew where he was going with that classic pop culture reference, but Marxx had doubts about using it for some reason.

"I... I was actually about to make a Star Wars reference on this, but knowing my history in Asia, it could be more of a fact than a joke.”

He took a brief pause, and then continued.

"Who am I, you ask? I'm a man to takes bumps and shots. I live to beat up and dance to the beat. I own the ring and the dancefloor. Championships go around my waist like my arms go around the girls. The party doesn't start until I walk in and the fight doesn't stop until I make you beg for mercy. I am your Midnight Role Model. I. AM. MARXX!”

[MARXX]

[Your Midnight Role Model]

"Yay! Someone else, now we finally have a party!”

He took a brief pause, and then continued.

"Just a piece of advice: don't praise yourself too much for other people's decision. You don't wanna spoil the tiny bit of relevancy that you have by showing too much ego.”

A line that was welcomed with mixed reactions from the fans.

"It's pretty cool that you have your objectives and how bad you want a title, but if you're looking to put your hands on the TV champion, you will have to ait a little bit. Because tonight, Marshall Lee is going to face...”

Marxx walked towards the side Tim was coming from.

"... Me.”

The crowd erupted at the announcement of this match. Marxx vs Marshall Lee, later tonight? They couldn't wait but see how much Marxx had left in the tank!

"In a non-title match, mind you. I haven't been around long enough to deserve a title shot. Well, that length is relative to what you refer to, but that's beside the point. As I said, let's focus on the present. Tonight, I suggest that you take some notes, because what I'm going to do with Marshall Lee is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you once I get the chance to put my hands around your neck.”

It was clear through Marxx's statement that Tim didn't fall on his good side. Not at all.

"I've been wondering what I should do here. Aim for a title, take a job backstage, train the prospects... But you, you just gave me my mission. As of this day, expect me to come out for you and teach you the meaning of humility. If I have to put it through that thick head of yours with a sledgehammer... So be it!”

Was that a threat or a challenge? Only time will tell...

[MARXX]