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 Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 11:14 pm
Xavier had to capitalize, this time, he may have taken the breath out of him, and he went to try to knock him senseless as well, with a Dropkick attempt to the head.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 12:51 am
While he was still rather taken off guard with the kick to the chest, Marshall failed to see what Xavier had up his metaphorical sleeve next. He could hear his sister yell at him from outside of the ring, but with the sounds of the crowd and his own thoughts, he couldn't really make out what she had said. Although, it did sound very urgent. Because of that, Marshall raised his head to see what the fuss was about and as he was doing so, Xavier's feet collided with his head.
Marshall's body stiffened as the powerful kick connected, before every fiber in his body became loose and limp, causing the tall man to drop down, face down, towards the mat. A very low groan was heard flowing from his lips.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 1:01 am
Xavier stood up after the drop kick, pleased seeing Marshall on the ground, and lined himself up with Marshall's head, where he would wait until he would raise enough so that he would try yet another Dropkick, but this time being really low, and aiming for the side of his head.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 1:25 am
"Marshall? Marshall!?" Dallas voice seemed very distant, despite her being right at ringside, right beside him. Marshall slowly began to pick himself back up, not hearing his sister's pleas to stay down or exit the ring. Her voice began to become clearer though and just as she heard him call his name one more time, a pair of feet collided with his head once more, causing the man to come crashing back down onto the mat. His head was throbbing and his vision was becoming much more blurred than before.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:37 am
Xavier rolled back to his feet, keeping his eyes on Marshall, and moved in to try and grab his head and pull him to his feet. Xavier would look to put him in a Suplex position, and would look to lift him up for the Vertical Suplex, but instead would fall forward for the Gourdbuster/Reverse Suplex.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 4:31 pm
Marshall felt his head being grab, to which he tried to reach up and try to swat away Xavier's hands. Touching his head was a no-no. Well, touching his hair, to be exact. Groggily standing to his feet as he was pulled up. His head was still very foggy from receiving not one, but two dropkicks to the skull region, it was surprising he was still able to function. He felt Xavier's arms on him, to which Marshall struggled to clear out the hazy feeling he was experiencing to try and figure out just what this man was planning to do and if he can somehow manage to avoid all of this. That was, until he felt himself being lifted. Uh oh.
At first, it seemed as if he was going to get suplexed, but rather than being tossed over his opponent's shoulder, he was simply slammed back down onto his frontal area. Marshall grunted and heaved, as his entire weight came down onto the hard mat. He bounced up from the mat due to the impact, crossing his arms over his chest and torso area before turning over onto his side.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 8:50 pm
Xavier didn't waste time, since he was already on his knees near Marshall, he went to push Marshall onto his back, looking to cover him without hooking the leg!
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:40 pm
With Marshall pretty much incapacitated by now, it seemed Xavier had the right idea to go for the pin. Feeling himself turned over onto his back and covered by his opponent, he began to hear the ref's hand smack the canvas.
One! Tw-!
Oh no, not today, not today, Sir. Why he was definitely experiencing a headache, it wasn't enough to put Marshall away so soon. Not this early in the match. Before the ref could finish his count, Marshall managed kick up his legs, giving him the leverage to lift his shoulders a little and kick out from the pin!
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:51 pm
Xavier was on his knees, he nodded knowing that it was early, however he was rather bored. Not because he was winning, but he was wanting to get hardcore! So X tried to grab Marshall again by the head and pull him up to his feet, looking to run with him to throw him out of the ring through the ropes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 10:12 pm
Okay, now Marshall was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Dallas had confused her usual 'good luck' spell with some sort of curse because things were definitely not going Marshall's way. How you may ask? Well, sure he just did kick out of a pin. But instead of maybe gaining some sort of upper hand, he found himself getting picked up once again by the head (Why the head!? His hair was getting messy!) and...oh no. Oh dear, oh my.
Out he went through the ropes, crashing down onto the outside of the ring! Marshall rolled a little on impact, leaning himself up against the barricade while Dallas rushed to his aid! She knelt by him, grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. "You're screwing up, Marsh!" she hissed in his face before licking her thumb and drawing three lines with a dash going through them on his forehead: III
Oddly enough, the areas she had traced had began to turn black, as if she had smudged soot onto him. Dallas let go of him and stood, feeling her job for now was done. Though, she did toss one hell of a glare in Xavier's direction while Marshall continued to sit by the barricade. But by now, he was beginning to start to pull himself back up. It seemed whatever Dallas did to him, it was beginning to snap him back to reality....sort of.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 10:58 pm
As Marshall was being attended to by Dallas, Xavier had his back turned throwing up the X to the crowd, getting the usual positive response from the crowd as he ate it up, feeling great. He turned to Dallas to see her glare at him and just raised his eye brow before dropping it. X walked to side of the ring opposite the stage, and rolled under the ropes out of the ring while Marshall was still recovering.
Xavier reached under the ring and pulled out a chair and tossed it into the ring. Then pulled out a second chair, the one he was going to use, and would look at Marshall to see what he would be doing, with the chair wielded as his weapon of choice for now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 5:27 pm
While Xavier was picking out his instruments of pain, Marshall had managed to get himself back to his feet, leaning up against the barricade at this point. He reached up to feel the spot where Dallas had marked him, feeling the skin to be oddly warm, but not enough to where it caused him discomfort. He looked up to see his opponent in the ring with not one, but two steel chairs. Ah, s**t.
One was on the ground while the other was in his hand and it seemed as if he was waiting for him to make his move. How the hell was he going to do this without getting his head caved in? Taking in a deep breath, he would try to make his way around the ring, and would slide in at the side furthest away from Xavier that he could find, as quickly as he could, at that.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 5:45 pm
Xavier saw Marshall run around to the other side and slide in, he kept his smirk knowing that he was scared, and slid into the ring with the chair, starting to stand up with it, but not keeping himself covered for defense besides the chair at his legs.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:00 pm
Marshall was at a stand still. There were only two things he could do. One, he could turned and leave the ring again. Or, he could not be a b***h and charce at him like a dumbass knowing there was a huge change that his opponent was going to swing that chair.Well, it was a good thing Marshall was a dumbass, huh? Can't be pretty and smart at the same time. Figuring to take a huge risk, the Vampire leaned forward slightly and charged right at Xavier, hoping for dear life that he would manage to duck in time and not get clocked in the head....again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:05 pm
Xavier saw Marshall charging in after hesitation, which gave Xavier enough time to bring the chair up, and go for a mighty swing to the head! Or so he thought......
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