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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 9:28 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the BBW TV CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first..."  Weather: Humid, clear skies.
Wind: 3 mph.
Temperature: 95 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 9:38 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
As the music began to play, Dallas Cruz waltz out onto the stage, wearing a mostly casual attire consisting of a pair of tight black short shorts, a red corset and a dark red scarf that was wrapped over her head, creating a hood on her pretty head, very similiar to her last attire, with the expection of it being more revealing in the leg area. 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, walking back and forth, pausing and turning every now and then so the crowd could get a good look at her. A large majority of them whistled, cheered and hollered in approval of the enigmatic Voodoo Queen. 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, abnormally deep red in color, 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.
Marshall smirked over at Dallas, to which the Voodoo Queen returned with a smirk of her own and motioned for him to head on down to the ring, which he did so with no complaints, taking his time to interact with the fans: fist bumping some fans, kissing some of the female audience, the whole shebang. Meanwhile, Dallas hanged back on the stage and motioned for someone to join them from the back. That someone was none other than the very man that had been hanging around with Marshal and his sister for the past two weeks, Leroy Brown.
The large man seemed very unimpressed by the duo's theatrics and could be seen muttering something about how "stupid and over the top" Marshall's entrances were. Dallas simply ignored the sourpuss of a brute and followed Marshall down the ramp with Leroy in tow. She could be seen fanning herself, as it was quite a hot evening, almost regretting wearing the scarf over her head. However, she was rather used to such heat, hailing from both Texas and Louisiana, two of the hottest states in the country.
"Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Dallas Cruz and Leroy Brown, from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 229lbs, Marshall Lee!"
Marshall hopped up onto the apron and did a little showboating while Dallas climbed up onto the steps, joining him up on the ring apron. He sat on the ropes to let her in, to which she repayed the favor by doing the same for him. As the siblings entered the ring, Leroy made his way around the ring, interacting with the fans by bullying and taunting them.
While Marshall 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. Dallas' face was mostly hidden by her red scarf, until her hands pushed back the cloth just a bit to reveal her pretty face smirking at her brother as her lips could be seen moving as she leaned in to mutter something only for Marshall's ears. Her brother, only nodded in response and the two glanced over at the Leroy who stood outside of the ring, staring back at the siblings with his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. He chewed on a toothpick as he eyed the duo. Either they were teasing him or they were simply reassuring themselves of the extra muscle in their corner tonight. What a strange trio these three turned out to be.
Truth be told, both Dallas and Marshall couldn't wait for the show to be over so they can hit the beach once again. Marshall preferred nightly beach visits as sunny days didn't suit right with the vampire. Plus, there was always the chance of skinny dipping with his groupies. As for Dallas, maybe she could convince Leroy to join in on fun times at the beach, mostly with her while her brother was off messing around with his girls. Although, something told her Marshall wouldn't be having any of that.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 10:14 am
The lights went out and the entire beach went dark as a guitar and drums thundered through the beach. White spotlights shine all around the crowd as the tell-tale sound of Metallica sings out to the fans at ringside. Metallica, it seemed, was Gaia's favorite band. As the lyrics began to come, the spotlights slowly slid over the stage until the entire thing was the only thing in the beach that was lit. On the stage had appeared a pane of glass that covered the entrance to the beach from the backstage area.Open Door.
So I Walk Inside.
Close My Eyes,
Find My Place To Hide...
And I Shake,
As I Take It In...
Let The Show Begin... The show began, it seemed, with a sledgehammer flying through the glass, shattering it to a million little pieces where it had stood. The first figure to walk out onto the stage, through this wreckage, was a stark and stalwart man with feathered shoulder pads. He was a big, muscular man, with a very serious looking expression. The sound of the guitar riff seemed to fit very well with him standing there at the head of the stage, waiting. As he stood there, a young woman walked out behind him and then over to the right side of the stage. Her little mini-cloak trailed behind her, and the most obvious feature of hers, was her purple hair. The girl kissed both of her hands and then blew it into the crowd on her side. The music continued to riff slowly, up and down in tone, while the fans clamorred, the very vast majority of them not recognizing either of these people. Then a third person walked out onto the stage. His hair was covered by a black hooded coat he wore, and his face was masked in gold, red, and black. He stood off to the left side of the stage and was certainly the most animated of the three team-mates, walking back and forth and pacing rather than standing still. Under his mask he smirked like a wolf with a taste for blood.
[And introducing his opponent, accompanied to the ring by the House Our Father Built. Weighing in at 275 pounds, from the Castle That Time Forgot... HE is the BBW Television Champion... Serenno King!]
The middle man, the large one, looked at his two companions and then ground his boot into the glass he was still standing in, before he simply spat on the ramp and started to walk down to the ring. The other two were quick to follow the bigger man, all three walking at a very tempered pace, not too fast, but not too slow. The lights remained dark, and the spotlights followed the young wrestlers wherever they went, no colors but the ones they wore and the flash of their titantron to join them. Their titantron video read simply "Family Is King." They let the fans at ringside get a good look at them, their features, their attire. The girl giggled and wiggled her fingers at some of the fans seated by the ramp, closest to their entrance by far. The masked man nudged her with his elbow and she grinned at him.
They, all three of them, stalked around the ring to the hard-camera side, jumping up onto the apron at the same time and all turning to face the fans and lean back against the ropes, standing as the snow fell all upon them. Kayla seemed to be the most inconveinenced by the weather, considering her attire, while Serenno who showed the most skin in general didn't seem affected at all. In fact, he appeared to be thriving in the cold torrent of frozen air. He smirked..The Higher You Are, The Farther You Fall.
The Longer You Walk, The Farther You Crawl.
My Body, My Temple, This Temple It Tilts.
As they stood on the apron, they all looked to their right, lined up in the same formation that they had been standing on the stage. Slowly, the masked man turned only his head, to look at the big-man in the middle. Then the big man turned only his head to look at the woman. She, finally, turned her head slowly to the left to stare at the fans.Step Into The House Our Father Built. They all stepped through the ropes at once and into the ring.
Each of the three took to a different corner at once, climbing up. The big man unclipped his shoulder pads as he stood at the top, listening to the fans react to their rather complicated and choreographed entrance. When they dropped to the floor, his back and shoulder tattoos were revealed. On his back was the Iron Throne, from Game of Thrones, all up and down, while his left and right shoulders had banner tattoos that read 'Carmyne' and 'Kayla' respectively. The girl blew kisses with both her hands at the fans a little more, bending over at a right angle as she did so, wiggling her rear. The males in the crowd had picked their favorite of the three. She winked at a lucky boy at ringside, before climbing down. The third man, the masked man, simply stood high up on the turnbuckle, taking off his hood before back flipping off the turnbuckle into the middle of the ring.Serenno would direct his family to leave the ring as he disrobed himself of his armor and held the BBW Television championship in his hand, staring at Marshall Lee with a smirk on his face.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:15 pm
Marshall turned to Dallas, who had finished muttering some weird a** chant into his ear and motioned for her to leave the ring. He sat on the second rope and allowed her to slip out where she joined Leroy's side. She could be seen saying something to him, but whatever was said, was unheard by everyone other than them two.
Once she was out and the ring was clear, Marshall rolled his shoulders, keeping his gaze on Serenno's title. A smirk came across the vampire's lips as well as he pointed at it with a finger, motioning that it was going to leave with him at the end of the night.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 7:04 pm
Serenno looked at the referee, handing him the championship to hold it aloft, as a reminder that the title was on the line. Once the bell rang, though, Reno snatched the belt away and swiftly tried to cold c**k Marshall on the head with it!
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 7:38 pm
Marshall watched Serenno intently, wondering if this opportunity was thanks to him and his talent or thanks to his sister and her weird a** gods. Maybe both? Just then, he made what could be the dumbest mistake ever. He took his eyes off the eldest King child, turning to tell something to his sister and Leroy outside of the ring. As he did so, and Dallas saw what the bigger of the House trio was about to do, she yelled at him to look out. Marshall quickly shot up and turned his attention to him....only to get nailed in the head with the title, sending the vampire crashing down onto the canvas, holding his skull in his hands. Dallas could be seen practically climbing up on the apron, yelling curses and other words of anger at Serenno, while Leroy looped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the ring, muttering to her something about letting her brother fight his own battles....for now.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 7:46 pm
Serenno tossed the belt away, as the referee scooped it off the mat and threw it out of the ring. Reno's dirty fighting had earned him an advantage, as well as a serious of hype shouts by Railery on the outside of the ring, playing hype man tonight by hooping and hawing at the attack, blowing hot air into his fist while praising his older brother's tactics. Serenno, though, didn't bother to wait to follow up, dropping to his knees and just starting to lay down haymakers on Marshall Lee while he was still vulnerable from the title shot.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 8:18 pm
Marshall struggled to try and get this kid off of him, seeing as he was still dazed and confused due to the blow to the head. The most he could do was to try and cover his head with his tattooed arms to try and shield himself from some of the blows. Dallas could still be heard raving and ranting on the outside, urging Marshall to get his a** up, smacking her hands against the apron to get his attention. This match was off to a very bad start.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 8:26 pm
Serenno threw his arms out at his sides and like a beast, he went into a full mount on Marshall, trying to grab the sides of his challenger's head. Taking as much of Marshall's wild hair in his hands as he could, he tried to slam Lee's head against the mat over and over again, to keep him senseless and defenseless.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 9:08 pm
Marshall thought he had established the rule of 'no touching of the hair'. Apparently, Serenno didn't get the memo. He felt two large hands grab a handful of one of his most prized possessions, felt his head be lifted....and brought down against the mat repeatedly. Each thud against the canvas could be heard rather loudly, and would almost give the impressing that his head was going to burst at any moment. Marshall could do nothing as this assault occurred, despite how much he tried.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:29 pm
Serenno continued his onslaught, obviously trying to keep Marshall down for a quick ending to this match, so that he could go enjoy the rest of the beach party as it was. Reno slipped his hand into Marshall's hair, grabbing a large tuft of it, fighting dirty as he tried to drag Marshall up to all fours, and then a little higher, aiming for a knee lift to Lee's skull to put him right back down!
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 6:57 pm
Marshall felt himself being pulled up by the hair. Seriously? Not by the arm, or even by the neck, but but by the hair? He would be sure to mess with Serenno's long hair later, to give him a taste of his own medicine. However, Marshall wasn't sure if this brute of a man valued his own hair as much as Marshall did. Dazed and hurt, the vampire tried to squirm from Serenno's hold but the elder King son had quite the iron grip. However, he wouldn't be up for very long, as Serenno's knee came crashing down on his skull. Marshall dropped onto his stomach, holding his head with his rather limp arms.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 8:55 pm
Serenno ran his hands through his hair and then flicked his hands at his downed opponent dropping down to his knees and rolling Lee over onto his back. He went to lay across his chest with an elbow, trying to pin him and put the match to an end.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 4:22 pm
Marshall laid limp on the mat, trying to pick himself up from the canvas with no luck. He felt himself get rolled over onto his back, which he knew wasn't a good sign. He had to get up, it can't end like this. Not this early. He felt a large amount of weight drape over him. No!
Dallas knew Marshall was too out of it at the moment and she had a feeling he might need some assistance. She pulled herself away from Leroy's side, unwrapped her dark red scarf from her head as she climbed up on the apron and hurled up the balled up bundle of cloth at Reno, hoping to distract him from the pin and interrupt.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 4:39 pm
The referee had dropped to the mat for the pinfall, and had gotten a count when the scarf had landed on his face. He was less distracted and more visually impaired by the scarf landing on his face. He flailed a little bit, getting off of Marshall and negating the pinfall. He ripped that scarf off his face and held it in his hand, angrily looking for the source, and seeing Dallas Cruz on the apron.
Reno walked over to Dallas, holding the scarf up in a rage. He threw it out of the ring and then suddenly lurched over to grab Dallas' hair in both of his hands, screaming at her to stay out of his business!
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