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The lights flickered off then back on as a bright orange and red mixture over took the arena. It was less "sunshine happy-go-lucky" and more nauseating and aggressive. To match the sickening color palette was An Iteration by The Armed squealing with distortion. The crowd already knew what to expect as the words FIRST CLASS overtook the Titantron. And they reacted with vitrol boo's as Rosario walked out onto the stage. The boo's enveloped him and he loved it. He had spoken a few words earlier in the night and he was already hearing about the stir happening in the forums and in the backs. The boys we're going to be boys and Rosario was here to be the man. To bring life and energy into the company. Both belts adorning his shoulders, no shirt on and a pair of jeans blasting their new blue into the eyes of the camera, Rosario was ready for action. And right behind him was Dean Johnson, in matching attire, but not matching facial expressions. He looked slightly sweaty, the gloss accentuating his scars which now seemed to be a lot more healed then his last appearance. The thousands of small cuts now made him look like a shiny pinata then a weakness to exploit. He looked at Rosario dissaproving of him, the reason, as of yet unknown. But then again, who would approve of him.

Both men walked down the ramp as the announcer spoke up to introduce the two men.

"Introducing....The saviors from the Midcard....THE WWFG WORLD TAG TE-.....HANDICAP CHAMPIONS....FIIIIIIRRRRSSSTTTT CLASSSSSS"

It seemed to be official as the words handicap came from the announcers mouth, but this was scheduled as a tag team match. The confusion echoed, but no one questioned it. The promotion was all about declaring things as the truth and everyone accepting it, why would this be any different.

The two men entered the ring as Rosario went straight to the hard camera to show off the gold. He hoped up to the second rope, balancing perfectly as Dean Johnson approached behind him, ducking down and placing the older men onto his shoulder. He rose up as Rosario was firmly on top, making the motion of making it rain with money while mouthing the words "It's all about the paychecks baby". It was true, with out the paychecks you weren't able to decide if you were going to buy Mcdonalds or burger king, the true consumerist choice every American has to make.

Dean walked the duo to the turnbuckle as Rosario slipped off his shoulder and onto the turn buckle...awaiting their challengers...

The lights dim down as System begins to play over the PA. Smoke rolls in and rolls down the ramp. On the titantron, video begins to play, showing highlights of Marcus gaining wins over the likes of Goldberg and his father, mixed with images of a cabin, a figure in shadow screaming, and a cabin in dark woods.

You fell away
What more can I say
The feelings evolved
I won't let it out
I can't replace your screaming face
Feeling the sickness inside

Flames spring up on the stage as a platform opens and rises up, slowly revealing Marcus Damone under a spotlight in his street clothes, jeans and a tshirt, as the mishap with the lockerroom had kept him from getting back to his bag to change

Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine
We'll be fine
Then your body will be mine

Finally he steps forward and begins to walk down the ramp, this time at a much more rapid pace.

"Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 285 pounds, Marcus Damone!"

Marcus reaches the end of the ramp and stops, a focused gaze locked on the ring. Finally he turns and heads up the stairs, smoke blowing up and obscuring him from view almost completely.

Why is everything so ******** hard for me?
Keep me down to what you think I shall pay!
Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?
Keep on trying I'm not dying so easily

The lights come up as he steps out of the smoke and onto the apron to enter the ring through the ropes. As he tosses his hair back out of his face, he glares across the ring at the champions. He's going to make sure that this night is a rough one for the new champions. As his music dies out, the referee seems to be at something of a loss, that is until Marcus moves across the ring after the champs. Since Dean seems to be the one standing in the ring, as he charges in, Marcus would attempt to clock him with a straight right punch to the head

shame that Rosario got out of reach so fast, but Marcus would get to him later. Dean is just going to have to deal with Marcus' frustration at his cousin and tag partner being stuck in the locker-room. as such, he goes right after Dean against the robs, looking to clock him with a hard body shot to the ribs

"You shut up!"

Marcus directs the comment at Rosario, then turns and directs a knee at the face of Dean. The last thing Marcus can afford is to give either man breathing room

Marcus' knee is blocked and he's pushed back to brace himself on the other leg, only to be clocked with a European uppercut, knocking him back another step. He rolls his neck and slowly turns his head back to glare at Dean

Marcus had provoked the response he was looking for, honestly. When Dean charges him, Marcus elects to keep it simple and attempts to raise his foot to boot him right in the gut to stop him. It wouldn't stop there, as he'd follow up with an uppercut to the jaw if connected

Marcus has a thought in mind, but he needs Dean out of his way for the moment. As such, he attempts to clothesline him from behind to the outside