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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 3:05 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:20 pm
The arena lights cut to blackness as the sound of screeching harsh noise permeates the venue. KSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH...The audience comes alive in recognition of Mad Dog's familiar chaotic racket, and for a moment the only things visible through the blackness are the words DEATH STYLE on the Tron. As the lights come up, the scar-covered Mad Dog is seen standing center stage, causing the audience to pop again. Dressed in his usual attire of ripped jean shorts and knee pads, his long wet hair hanging in front of his face, Mad Dog begins his slow walk to the ring. Since his return, Mad Dog had gone on a 4-match win streak and found himself tonight in the main event, possibly even in title contention. At Spring in the Ring, Mad Dog had defeated Roberto Mendez in a particularly violent Falls Count Anywhere match, guaranteeing a meeting with Freakshow. The meeting was not to be tonight, however, as Mad Dog had his plate full with Marshall Lee in front of him. Although Mad Dog was focused on Freakshow, he would not be overlooking the rockstar vampire. Introducing first from the deep and dirty South by way of Osaka, Japan... he weighs in tonight at 250 pounds... he is your Hardcore Messiah and Death Style Destroyer... Mad Dog!As Mad Dog walks down the ramp, he slaps hands with the fans as they stretch their arms out to touch the Hardcore Messiah. Continuing past the bottom of the ramp, Mad Dog leisurely walks all the way around the perimeter of the guard rail, touching every ringside hand stretched his way. This was his night - this was his main event. After touching every ringside hand, Mad Dog finally makes his way up the ring steps and onto the apron. With his back to the ropes, Mad Dog takes a moment to look out at the cheering audience. Hooking his elbows into the top rope, Mad Dog deftly leans back to easily flip into the ring. Walking across the mat, Mad Dog scales a turnbuckle and makes his signature pose for the roaring crowd - arms out, palms open, head tilted upwards. Jumping down from the turnbuckle, Mad Dog makes himself at home in his corner of the ring as he grabs the top rope and yanks downward, stomping, as he stretches himself out one last time, waiting for his opponent to appear.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:25 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
Out from behind the curtain emerged the two time champion of BBW, Marshall Lee, with that pretty title of his around his waist and his sister trailing behind him. The male sibling seemed oddly cocky despite what had happened at Spring in the Ring. He didn't know if he should be concerned that his a** was laid out or if he should be grateful he left that night with his title. It was mostly the latter, it seemed. As long as he still kept his gold, getting knocked the hell out was something he'd do again if it meant winning.
Dallas, however, was rather unnerved by the whole ordeal and it showed by the rather serious look on her face. Though, she pushed that aside for the moment. Instead, she choes to focus on her brother's match tonight with someone they both held with such high respect.
And his opponent...Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the Voodoo Queen, Dallas Cruz, from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 225lbs...He is the BBW TV Champion...Marshall Lee!
Patting his lovely title around that gorgeous toned waist of his, Marshall nodded towards Dallas, motioning for her to follow after him as he proceeded to make his way down the ring, taking his time to interact with the fans. This of course, consisted of giving out some high fives and blowing some kisses to some of the adoring ladies.
Dallas followed after him, her lips moving and mumbling as she looked back and forth on either side of her, smiling sweetly at the fans. As to what exactly the Voodoo Queen was mumbling, it was hard to tell. Was it a curse for Marshall's opponent or a blessing her for half brother?
Marshall approached the ring and hopped onto the ring apron, posing and show boating for the audience as Dallas climbed up the steps. Marshall sat on the second rope, pulling up the top one while he did so to allow Dallas to climb on it before following after her.
Once in the ring, he would continue to show boat, climbing up on the ring posts to pose and smirk out to the crowd, while Dallas' hazel eyes looked around. She eyed the referee, all four sides of the ring, even to Commentator Guy and Commentator Troy out at ring side. Her gaze was enough to make those that were under it nervous. Then again, who wouldn't be squirmy under the gaze of a voodoo queen who 'allegedly' summoned Death?
Marshall's music began to fade out, meaning it was time for the match to lead into the beginning. Rather than his usually cool and smug attitude, Marshall seemed rather nervous. Excited, but nervous. He had never faced Mad Dog before. He would peer over at him from where he stood before turning to mutter over to Dallas. Aww, was the rockstar starstruck? Adorable.
He motioned for Dallas to unstrap his title from his waist, to which she did so without being asked twice in order to keep with her while her brother went on to compete.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:45 pm
Mad Dog allows a small smile to creep across his face as he winks at Dallas. He had been with some freaky voodoo chicks in New Orleans before and... well that was a story for another time.
When the bell rings, Mad Dog confidently walks to the center of the ring and attempts to initiate a lockup with Marshall Lee. He had not brought any weapons to the ring with him tonight, nor did he have any prior beef with Lee - it appeared as though he wanted to strictly wrestle.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:15 pm
shhhhhh...
SHOW me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet
Now dance, ********, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes,
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away,
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running
FOR THEIR LIVES "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid." by the Offspring hits the PA just as the bell rings, the fans turning their attention from the ring to the top of the stage as a small pop of a mixed reaction came about, and out from the back came a limping Hiro Shin-Mozas. He was dressed in his wrestling attire, except wearing his usual jacket with heavily taped ribs. He made his way down the ramp and around ringside, a scowl on his face as he caught sight of Marshall Lee. He made his way over to the commentary table. Troy: "Well uh...ladies and gentlemen, this is a bit unexpected, but please welcome "The Ethnic Enigma" Hiro Shin-Mozas who is apparently going to be joining us on commentary for this match." Hiro sat down next to the two men in a chair, putting on a headset. His gaze had shifted now to Dallas Cruz at ringside, the anger and intensity never leaving his face. Guy: "Hiro, it's great to have you out here, but we're surprised! You weren't booked to compete here tonight, presumably due to your injuries, can you give us an update?" Hiro: "Yeah, I can give you an update, Seita Gray broke two of my ribs at Spring in the Ring, and cost me the BBW Television Championship...and it's all HER fault. That's why I'm out here. To get answers." Hiro kept his gaze locked on Dallas, much like it had been at the beginning of his match with Marshall at the pay per view. For now, however, it was time for the attention to be turned back to the main event.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:45 pm
Dallas had caught that wink from Mad Dog as she stepped out of the ring to leave the competitors to their business. It caught her off guard, but it was...not unwelcomed either. Her own lips turned up into a soft little smirk as she took her place at ringside. However, this charming little smile towards her brother's opponent had faded when she realized that there would be a third commenator. Oh great.
Marshall wasn't all that pleased with this third wheel either, but as soon as he heard the bell ring and it was all buisiness now. Mad Dog made his way to the center, to which Marshall wasted no time in doing so in order to meet him in the middle. With his arms raised, he accepted his opponent's lock up and the two were soon tangled. They were around the same height, however Mad Dog had him beat when it came to weight and strength. This showed as Marshall's pressure within the lock was relatively weaker than his opponent's. However, hopefully before this could be used against him, Marshall tried to reach for Mad Dog's wrist with the closest arm and attempted to pull it back into his opponent into a top wrist lock hold.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 12:02 am
As the two locked up, Marshall managed to secure a firm top wrist lock. With the pressure on his wrist, Mad Dog slowly leans back, not fighting the pressure from Lee, until he is fully bridged, head to mat. Suddenly, Mad Dog forces himself upright and slides a leg behind Marshall, attempting to trip him to the canvas!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 12:53 am
Mad Dog was a lot more flexabile than Marshall had thought he would be as he was not head to mat, completely bridged thanks to the lock from Marshall. However, he figured this wasn't all too good on his part as his opponent wasn't resisting the pressure or trying to power through it. Mad Dog was suddenly upright before Marshall knew what was what and felt a leg behind him. Oh dear. Down went Marshall, a soft grunt could be heard as he collided with the canvas.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 1:02 am
"Be like water!" yells Mad Dog as he stands over the downed Marshall. It was an unusual time to wax philosophical but Mad Dog was an unusual man. Taking a few steps back, Mad Dog comes off the ropes for momentum and attempts to drop a big elbow across the chest of Marshall Lee.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:29 pm
Marshall laid on the canvas after being taken down by Mad Dog, making an attempt to try and sit himself up after being barked a few odd words from his opponent. However, he failed to do so in time, as an elbow was brought down on his tattoo'd chest. The vampire let out a loud "Oof!" as the air was knocked out of him!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 8:52 pm
The audience cheers loudly as the elbow connects. After dropping the hammer on Lee, Mad Dog attempts to muscle the vampire into a headlock and follow up with a series of heavy fists to the head. Classic Mad Dog!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 12:12 am
Marshall felt his neck and head being wrapped into up a headlock before a series of blows began to rain down on his pretty little head. Not the face! At this point and with how he was being held with the lock, Marshall could do nothing but attempt to thrash and squirm his way out. Anything to prevent anymore blows to his noggin.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 12:15 am
After eating a plethora of fists to the head, Lee manages to wriggle free of Mad Dog's grip. Mad Dog stands to face his opponent as the audience cheers both competitors.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 8:15 pm
Marshall scrambled away towards the turn the turnbuck, while holding his aching skull. He glanced over briefly to peer over at his half sister, to which she responded with an amused smirk and motioned for him to "get back in there". The tricky thing about facing someone for the first time was that despite watching how they menuvered in the right, it was very different experiencing it first hand. Marshall would need to be more careful and pay more attention.
With a chuckle of his own, he stood to his feet to compete this little face down. Nodding in approval, he gave Mad Dog a little clap to applaud him and a little show of good sportsmanship. After this, he would begin to move sideways, circling Mad Dog to try and look for an opening for yet, another lock up to try and get the upperhand this time.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 9:08 pm
Mad Dog snorts and cracks his neck loudly as Marshall gives him a little clap. Business time. Circling with his opponent, Mad Dog aggressively steps forward and accepts the lockup.
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