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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 7:21 pm
Marshall groaned and rolled back and forth, practically having the wind knocked out of him with the sheer force Caliber used to knock him down. Of course, if someone were to ask him later about it, he was going to say it wasn't that bad. But...yeah, it kinda was bad. Thankfully, it seemed Caliber wasn't anywhere near him at the moment, which was both a good and a bad thing.
Meanwhile, Dallas kept her spot outside of the ring, watching her brother roll around after that wicked clothesline delivered by Caliber. Speaking of the man, she noticed he rolled out of the ring, probably to catch his breath. Maybe it was time for Dallas to toy with him a little, buy her brother some time maybe. Here was where the little slip of paper she slipped in his boot would come into play.
Dallas kept her position, but could be seen mumbling, staring right at the man. Her words were rather unclear, but her lips read, "If you need a little love, all would try to seek her. But once you do, you'll come to find, love is truly evol." A strange thing happened then, if one were to notice. The nails on Dallas' right hand, went from being painted black, to a lovely shade of rose pink.
A friend of hers from the other side was near.
After she mumbled this, she locked eyes with Caliber. If he were to notice her, she would beckon him, motioning him to come to her with her strangely pink nailed finger.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 6:29 pm
As Caliber knelt on the floor at ringside, shaking the cobwebs out of his head, he was seen reaching for the flask in his hip pocket. After taking a big slug of the contents to dull the soreness in his back, neck and shoulders from the series of German Suplexes he ate not long ago, he once again found himself unable to focus...but it had nothing to do with the alcohol.
The Dirty South Outlaw just couldn't get the Voodoo Queen out of his head, and as he looked up and saw her beckoning him with that Come Hither look of hers, J. W. couldn't help but answer the call.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 6:07 pm
As Dallas attempted to lure Caliber to her, Marshall could be seen picking himself up onto his knees, taking in deep breaths to replace the air lost in his lungs when J.W took him down with a mean clothesline. Brushing his hair from his face, he looked around for his opponent, spotting him making his way to his sister. He felt a sense of worry quickly rush through him, but noticed it was Dallas that was motioning for him to go to her. Marshall smirked slightly, pleased he decided to bring Dallas along with him and glad she was back to her senses enough to help him.
Dallas smiled sweetly at Caliber as he rounded the corner and began to approach her. The slip of paper she had slipped into his boot was working, the spell had began to radiate it's effect. As he took his steps closer to her, Dallas could be seen taking a few steps back, keeping a rather playful distance between then. But...this wasn't so much to avoid him...but to avoid what was coming next.
Marshall had brought himself to his feet, timing himself as he watched Caliber draw near. When he figured the time was right, he would dash towards the ropes behind him, ricochet off of them and speed towards the ropes in front of him, attempt to leap over the ropes to take him down.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 5:12 am
As Dallas started playing hard to get, Caliber smirked playfully as he continued to follow her, nearly oblivious to the rest of his surroundings. Soon, heavy footfalls could be heard coming from the ring, and that little voice in the cowboy's head started doing its very best Admiral Ackbar impression...IT'S A TRAP!
The Dirty South Outlaw snapped back to reality, just in time to see the Vampire Rockstar take flight, plowing into him with his suicide dive and knocking him down to the hard concrete, where he landed up against the barricade!
That...sucked...hard...
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 7:49 pm
Dallas quickly rushed away from the scene as her brother flung himself over the top rope and collided with Caliber, bringing him down to the hard ground along with him. Marshall laid prone right by Caliber, taking a good amount of damage with the dive as his opponent did. He groaned as he tried to roll himself over onto his stomach, slowly working up the energy to prop himself up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 3:41 pm
Caliber lay groaning on the floor for a few moments before he rolled over and began to crawl toward the ring. The drunken cowboy was sore as all hell, and could really use a drink...again. With his flask nearly empty, and he was saving the last of it for something special, J. W. would have to make due with a bottle of beer he'd stashed under the apron.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:13 pm
Dallas had a rounded the ring so that she was now near Marshall, calling out to him for him to get up. The vampire heard his sister's calls, groggily grabbing onto barricade to pull himself up. He ignored the fans that grabbed onto him and touched him, allowing them to do as they wanted while he focused on where exactly J.W was, he definitely had to keep an eye on that sneaky cowboy. Briefly, he turned to Dallas, who was still holding onto his title, just in case he needed it. Good, he would be needed this soon, as Marshall began to feel it was time to quench his thirst soon enough. His tongue licked over his long fangs, something the camera caught. It was obvious those were all he would be needed to bring some red into the match.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 4:48 pm
As J. W. knelt beside the corner of the ring, it seemed he had a similar idea to Marshall. It was time for someone to bleed their own blood!
After slaking his thirst with the amber liquid within, the cowboy kept the now empty glass bottle, intending to try smashing it over his opponent's head once the vampire got within range.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 7:47 pm
After turning away from his sister and focusing his attention back on the cowboy, Marshall began to make his way towards J.W, unaware of the surprise that was in store for him. Just as he began to draw near J.W, he saw the man attempt to swing something over onto his head. A..bottle? Oh...oh no! This could only end badly for Marshall if he did nothing to try and prevent this.
Thinking quick, Marshall instinctively tried to duck and while he did this, he would attempted to wrap his arms around J.W and try to bring him back down onto the hard ringside surface with a spinebuster. No vampire blood for now. Not this soon!
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 8:51 pm
[The winner of this contest is Marshall Lee.]
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