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 Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:28 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Weather: Clear.
Wind: 3 mph.
Temperature: 55 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 3:40 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
As the music began to play, Dallas Cruz waltz out onto the stage, wearing a more casual attire than from what the BBW universe last saw her in. It was mostly due to the weather and the fact that this show was outdoors. 55 degrees may not be chilly to most, but for Dallas, being used to the hot and humid weather of Texas, this called for a more covered outfit. In her hand, she carried a velvet drawstring bag, to which she opened and reached in as she came to a stop at the center of the stage. The audience watched as she pulled out a handful of red powder and allowed the dust to slip from her fist, forming a circle onto the stage. To the surprise of many, as Dallas took a few steps back, the circle began to sizzle and smoke began to rise from the ground where the powder seemed to be having some sort of reaction.
'Reach out and touch faith!'
When the lyrics were said, Dallas raised a hand and snapped her fingers. As soon as she did this, there was an loud, popping noise that practically shook the entire stage. The circle burst into flames, green flames, that grew tall, much taller than Dallas who stood off to the side of the circle, a smirk plastered on her lips. The flames then shrank down to reveal Marshall Lee standing within the circle, completely unharmed by the strange colored fire that was summoned by his sister. He too was wearing a different attire for the night, choosing tights over his usual trunks due to the weather. Boy, Texans are a bunch of wussies, huh?
Marshall smirked over at Dallas, to which the Voodoo Queen returned with a smirk of her own as she gave him a nod, taking her place by his side in order to accompany him down to the ring.
"Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Dallas Cruz, from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 229lbs, Marshall Lee!"
Marshall seemed oddly smiley tonight, despite what had happened to him at the last show. It was almost as if his return hadn't been hijacked by a certain pirate. Though if anyone knew Marshall, they knew his smile often meant things were to follow, whether they be good or bad. As Dallas trailed behind him, Marshall made sure to give a few high-fives to the fans and even a few smooches on the cheeks of his his female admirers, before hopping up on the apron to do a little more show boating while Dallas climbed up on the steps and slipped into the ring, before he did the same.
While he moved around the ring, showing off to all sides of the crowd, Dallas remained by the ropes, watching her brother's antics with an amused smile. Marshall clapped the ref on the shoulder in friendly manner, before leaning himself against the ropes next to his sister as they waited for his opponent. He could be seen muttering to Dallas, to which she only nodded and muttered something back to him. What they were saying was unknown, but judging by the smirks on their faces, it seemed they might have some tricks up their sleeves.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 7:32 pm
One has fallen...
A voice thundered over the PA. It was referring to the ambush that took place last week against Carmyne King, the man known as Railery.
Two remain...
PRODI! GIA!
COMPLO! RATUS!
SILENS! ORO!
REGNET EXITIUM!
((To be finished))
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:05 pm
As Dion made his entrance, Marshall and Dallas kept to their corner, were the vampire and the voodoo queen continued to mutter to one another, mostly Dallas giving her brother advice on how to deal with The Conquerer. While Dallas and Dion considered each other friends, Marshall has never really interacted with him as much as Dallas has. He held no animosity to him though. As Dion entered the ring, Marshall kept his eyes on him, the dim lighting caused his eyes to glow eerily.
Dallas stood next to him, with her hand on his head and her lips chanting by his ear. If one looked closely, they would see that her eyes were whited over, as if another presence had joined them before clearing up and returning to their normal hazel color just as soon as she was done with her prayer. Patting his shoulder reassuringly, Dallas exited the ring and took her place at ringside, ready to guide her brother if needed.
Marshall rolled his shoulders as he leaned against the turn buckle before turning over to the crowd at his left and gave them that charismatic grin of theirs, causing his admirers to become vocal with their approval.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell rung, signalling the start of their match. Marshall pushed himself off the ropes and made his way to the center of the ring, hoping to get a close interaction with Dion. "My sister says you're good," he would say to his opponent, holding a hand out for him to shake before they began to show that he if he was a friend of Dallas, he was a friend of Marshall's too. Of course, he couldn't help but to let his cocky side show along with that smirk of his, "But I'm pretty great myself."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:14 pm
It had been some time since he had interacted with Marshall, though he was very familiar with Dallas. He accepted the handshake, holding on with an iron-grip. "Words are wind," he said in reply, as he would attempt a quick Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:49 pm
Marshall would have backed away after the handshake...if Dion had let go. Instead, the poor guy was caught off guard and flung half way across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. After the impact, Marshall rolled towards the ropes and sat himself against them, looking at Dion with a mixture of shock and a face that read 'What the ********, man?'
Dallas was just as surprised as her brother, causing her to cover her mouth with her hand in surprise before running over to the side of the ring her brother was closer to. She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the ring, to which Marshall gladly did. He was Marshall Lee, he wrestled at his own damn pace. Dallas could be seen and slightly heard telling him to not get to chummy with people while in the ring. Unless if you're in a tag team, friends inside the ring just didn't exist. He nodded along to her words, keeping that in mind as he took a stroll around the ring, shouting to the ref "I'll be in a bit, just give me a sec!" as he was heckled into getting back into the ring.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 10:34 am
Dion had the right game plan in his mind for this match. Marshall, from what he remembered of him, was a creature of habit, and would try to set a match to his own pace. The tactic, therefore, would be to throw him off that momentum.
Then again, he also hadn't seen how Lee had improved, so he also considered playing the safe game. Rather than pander to the crowd, he stayed focus, watching and waiting for Marshall to get back in the ring.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 12:21 pm
Dallas trailed after Marshall, leaning in to mutter to him, "If you're done taking your little walk, you should get your a** back in there, Marsh." She knew her brother had a habit of doing this, she knew he was collecting his thoughts and trying to figure out some sort of strategy, but time was wasting. She gave his shoulder a slight shove, "Go!"
Marshall, who had collected his thoughts, nodded and slid back into the ring. Grabbing into the ropes, he pulled himself up in a graceful, fluid moment.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 7:07 am
Dion waited patiently for Marshall to stand back up and resume the match. He would offer a lock-up, then look to transition into a side-headlock.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 3:39 pm
With Marshall all ready to continue, he moved forward and accepted the lock-up. While these two stood at around the same height, with Marshall maybe being at least an inch shorter at the most, Dion was definitely the stronger of the two. As much as he tried to resist, Marshall found himself shifted into a side-head lock. He found himself squirming a little to try and squeeze out of Dion's hold, but he felt that would only make things worse. Instead, he would try to deliver a few sharp jabs with his fist into his opponents side in order to get him to release him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 8:05 am
Dion took one jab and was fine. The jabs after...not so much. After the sixth, he finally let go of the hold, clutching his side.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 12:02 pm
Finally being let go, Marshall stumbled back a few steps, holding onto his neck where Dion had held him. So far, he hadn't gotten any offence in, it was definitely time to change that. Thinking quick and showing some impressive athleticism, Marshall leaped up right where he stood and would try to deliver a swift kick to the back of Dion's head.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 1:19 pm
With a THWACK!, the back of Dion's head was hit. He stood rigid, falling forward as someone in the audience jokingly shouted "TIMBUUUUUR!!!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 1:52 pm
Marshall grinned wide as his kick had successfully connected. Even Dallas couldn't help but to clap in appreciate and smile along with her brother. As Dion had fallen, Marshall reeled his legs up and leaped up onto his feet, HBK style, before running his hands through his hair and flicking it out towards the crowd. Ah yes, here was the showboating part of the match.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 1:59 pm
While his ribs were fine, Dion was fading in and out from that kick. The showboating from Marshall, however, gave him a tactical time to recover, as he rolled his way to the ropes.
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