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Hunnid Stax by Ab-Soul Blasted across the speakers, as the Titantron displayed an airplane hitting the tarmac. Stock photo dollar bills fell from the top of the screen as two golden dollar signs appeared, the words FIRST CLASS AGENCY displayed underneath. Off to the side of the stage 2 air cannons went off, launching dollar bills across the stage and the first few rows of the audience off the ramp. Boos erupted as the recognition of a certain slimeball became evident.

Rosario walked out from the back, hair curled in an almost mullet manner, the sides cleanly tapered. He was clean shaven no longer wearing his ruffled beard. He wore a pair of dark jeans with a white business shirt and jacket over the top, his aging but defined chest being visible over the revealing white. He looked like business.

Jr: What is this Schmuck doing out here! Is he supposed to be Bison's trusted representation?
King: Of Course Jr! Look at him, this guy looks like business.
Jr: Maybe Bad Business!

Rosario had a microphone in hand. He reached down picking up one of the dollar bills laying on the ground and began walking down to the ring to meet his business partner. The boos continued but he wasn't bothered. Smart Marks always thought they knew what was going on, and he knew that they were always wrong. Rosario spotted one of the marks, a woman with a very angry face and stopped in his tracks, kissing the dollar bill and then graciously tossing it her way. the aftermath unknown to him as he kept walking looking once again straight at his business partner.

Rolling in the ring...

"Excellence...Fulfillment...Hydration! That's what we believe in. That's what we understand and that's what we achieve sip after sip. Match after Match.

See I took a break...The locker room was stale. Full of liars with no real purpose. This company became the trivial trope of two factions fighting for dominance. There was no room for real stories, conflicts, draws...Money. The focus now on which clubhouse you were in, my talent pool left to other pastures and I meandered on contract. I tried a few roles but they weren't for me. I'm not a competitor, I merely know what a competent one looks like. So I was left, watching...

Watching one of the most talented wrestlers of this generation eat through their competition. Spending years showing his worth and being denied his true reward time and time again. Either with booking, or even some of my own former talent abusing the rules. This man, This monster, This branding genius was snubbed. An absolute genius when it came to physical health. Look around, this arena, full to the brim with bottles and bottles of Bisonade.

So...Time and Time again. The fact became clear. Bison was wearing too many shoes, and even though he excelled at them all, one man only has so much time.

And see what really hurt me was that Bison was genuine. He wasn't gaming the system, he wasn't relying on his friends to elevate him. He was putting his body on the line every show and providing results. I know personally that people hate when the results teach them something new, and the new lesson was that Bison was and is this companies top guy! Hell it made me look at my own actions and say "Rosario, let's bring it back to basics. Lets show the world what pure heart raw strength looks like" And I immediately took a swig of my bisonade and found the energy to pick up the phone.

Some calls were made. Some decisions were had and now THE BOOOODY by MBAAAAADI has a partner. And I'm not just talking Walmart, Costco, Wegmanns, Tim Hortons and the Republic of Signapore. I'm talking about First Class Talent Agency, and we have a firm message for every perosn in the back....

Your time is over. Your legacies are finished. A new era has arrived. My client is going to look at every single one of you in the eyes and show you exactly what pure, raw power looks like. Every lock up will be lost, every strike will be felt, and every body will be pinned."

As Rosario said those words he stood face to face to Mbadi, being firm but genuine. He then smiled before patting him on the shoulder. The man was double his size, but the power of bisonade does that doesn't it? The crowd watched on as Rosario looked at the hard camera as he raised the microphone to his mouth.

"I know money is low right now but remember. This is the Wrestling Business so consider this a corporate takeover!"