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 Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 7:19 pm
Hiro drew close to Dallas, like a wolf closing in on his prey, a much smaller and weaker sheep. He backed her up to the barricade, getting in close to her. He reached out his hand, completely ignoring Marshall who was still downed at ringside, presumably gathering his barrings and healing up quickly. Hiro's hand met Dallas' face, trying to take a hold of her cheeks and press them together much like a parent does to their new born with chubby cheeks. What was he going to do? Squeeze her like a ******** weirdo? Take a selfie and duck face along with her? Do something insane, like kiss her and be charged with sexual assault?
No. He attempted to use his strength to keep her cheeks squeeze close to her lips with his pinky, ring finger, and thumb, while using his pointer and middle finger to squeeze her nostrils tight...He was attempting to choke her, keep the Voodoo Queen form breathing, in a rather unorthodox way! The fans were booing faintly, many male fans yelling for Hiro to take his hands off of Dallas.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 7:56 pm
Dallas continued to back up until she felt her back hit against the baricade. She could hear some of the fans behind her, but what exactly they were saying went over her head as she focused purely on Hiro. Things got much more unnerving when his hand grabbed at her face, holding onto her firmly. She struggled, attempted to pry herself from his hold. His squeezing kept her mouth shut, keeping her from spitting out those insults that where currently running through her head.
That wasn't it either. He managed to close off her nostrils as well, cutting her off of her air supply. The panic began to set in, flashbacks of being submerged into that tank by Panophobia months ago shot through her head. Her body struggled, her hands reaching up to grab at his wrists and forearms, attempted to dig her nails into his skin to try and get him to let go. This was terrifying, utter madness.
While this happened, Marshall noticed the assult that was happening to his sister. A protective rage washed over him as he pulled himself to his feet, his arm still kept close to him. The a brief moment, he felt no pain, just anger. He was seeing red and angry vampire was not something to take lightly. Stalking forward quickly, he reached out and tried to grab Hiro by the neck in attempts to roughly yank him back and away from Dallas before attempting to follow up with shoving him back first into the ring apron.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 8:07 pm
Hiro's eyes seemed glazed. It's almost as if a trance had over taken him, his MO, end Dallas Cruz. A dark entity infused with him, he knew he must end Dallas because it was only over her dead body that he'd get the bag around her waist. He was going to be taking that soon...but that was all delayed. Hiro was grabbed suddenly and pulled back, sent right into the ring apron, which caused him to lean up against it and turn to his side, rubbing the small of his back. His eyes grew with anger as his glare returned to the BBW TV champion. What was overtaking the Cuban Jap? What was going on here?
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 8:24 pm
Dallas breathed in a deep breath of air as her brother, her savior, managed to pull Hiro away from her. She held onto her jaw and cheeks, which were reddened and marked with Hiro's handprint as she watched her brother attempt to deliver plenty of good, hard fists to Hiro's cranium and a few towards his midsection as well for good measure. "Don't. You. Ever. ********. Touch. Her!" he yelled would yell with each hit he hopefully managed to get in.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 8:42 pm
The blows started to reign down upon the head of Hiro, forcing him down the apron as he was cornered by the ring post.The punches hurt Hiro, but his gaze never broke Marshall's eyes. He slowly put his hands up to break up the blows, the fans getting behind Marshall more and more as the match went on. However, after a few hard blows, Hiro broke his guard, and attempted to catch a punch and slam Marshal head first into the ring post right behind the Ethnic Enigma. If successful, he'd run right in front of him...Looking to spear Dallas Cruz right through the barricade! Had she stayed near it, of course.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 9:24 pm
Every blow that landed was pleasure for Marshall, feeding into his anger. It was satisfying causing this man harm. Marshall wasn't a sadisitic person, but he felt that if people had it coming, then maybe violence was justifiable. Such as occasions like this.
It seemed the match was finally on Marshall's side, the more blows he rained down on Hiro. However, one punch was blocked, caught in Hiro's grasp. The momentum quickly switched over once again, as Hiro slammed Marshall's head into the ringpost! Down went Marshall, slumped against the ring post with his hands clutching at his head.
Dallas quickly took a step forward to tend to her injured brother...until she noticed Hiro coming at her. She had no chance to respond, no chance to defend herself, not even a chance to breath when Hiro connected with her midsection and send her flying right through the barricade! The impacted was loud enough to echo through the crowd, but it was nothing compared to the reaction the audience gave!
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 9:46 pm
Hiro went right through the barricade along with Dallas, slamming his neck and shoulders into it. The fans started a "HOLY s**t!" chant as many people booed or cheered and several men were freaking out over what happened to Cruz, their girlfriends rolling their eyes. Hiro rolled from the Voodoo Queen and to the side, holding his neck and kicking around his feet, obviously having hurt himself a great deal as well. The ref quickly exited the ring and ran to the two downed wrestlers, ignoring Marshall and checking right on Dallas, and then Hiro. He motioned to the back for doctors and EMTs, obviously the two were hurt. Light of an ambulance parked far away near the street flashed as it slowly wheeled itself close to the make shift arena, a stretcher and multiple EMTs pouring out of it. Two other refs came out from backstage to check on what happened.
Could be, so early into this championship bout, that it was over already? Did Hiro accomplish what he set out to do?
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 10:34 pm
After the whole ordeal, Dallas seemed to be out cold, or at least, heavily incompacitated. The medics went about checking her, trying to get her to come to. She groaned, her eyes squeezed shut as her head rolled from side to side. Marshall began to stand to his feet, clutching onto his pounding head and wondering why everything had suddenly stopped. Dread washed over him. If Hiro wasn't targeting him...then that only left.
Groggily, he turned and scanned around for signs of Hiro and/or his sister. He noticed a crowd of medics, EMTs, even some stretchers. What the hell? Stumbling and shambling towards the commotion, he shoved his way through and saw his sister laying on the ground with Hiro next to her. He didn't give a rat's a** about Hiro, but his sister...
He had just gotten her back, he had just gotten over witnessing the trauma and abuse she went through and now this? The rage inside him seemed to combust and spread through his veins. Breathing deeply, he let out an inhuman hiss of anger and began to shove away anyone that was in his path towards Hiro.
"You sick ********> he yelled as he shoved away the ref and reached down to grab Hiro by the neck. His hand tried to squeeze around his throat, while the other cocked back in attempts to deliver a hard, swift punch to his face. "What did you do!? I told you not to touch her!" Seeing Marshall rage out was a rarity, but it seemed to happen a lot more now a days, especially when the saftey of his sister was involved.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:50 pm
The punches connected with Hiro, doctors doing what they could to possibly pull Marshall away just for a moment for them to make sure Hiro wasn't totally out cold. However, the Vampire would have nothing of it, the rage of the TV champion blowing through all shields.
For the moment, the Cuban Jap could do nothing but take the blows, and remain on the ground, unmoving.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 6:30 pm
As the officials tried with all they could to seperate and pry Marshall away from Hiro, it seemed to be of no use. Marshall stood and whipped around to face the medics and officials, hissing loudly and not sounding the least bit human as he did this. They quickly backed away from him as he stood over Hiro. He pointed to his fallen sister, "Help her," he ordered with a growl, leaning down to grab Hiro by the neck in attempts to lift him to his feet. He would then try to hurl Hiro towards the ring apron, looking to continue the fight seperate from the medics and his sister.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 12:34 pm
Hiro was whipped to the apron, but used his momentum to roll into the ring, rolling onto his back in the center breathing heavily. It seemed like he was...changing? As if the tenseness that was so obvious on his face and in his demeanor was slowly beginning to fade. The ref ran back into the ring, checking Hiro again as it appeared that the action was going to be continuing in this championship bout.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 1:27 pm
Marshall watched Hiro roll himself into the ring from where he stood on the outside. He waited for a brief moment, debating whether or not to roll in after him and proceed with his annihaliation or if he should check on his sister.
It seemed the latter won, as Marshall turned and loomed over the medics who had managed to get Dallas into a sitting position. She groaned and held onto her midsection, but it seemed she was still a little out of it. He didn't want her to leave his sight, but he knew he needed to finish this. As well as to make Hiro pay for laying his hand on her. It pleased him to see that she was at least awake.
He turned back towards the ring, looking to slide in to join his opponent in the ring. If he could finish this now, he can futher focus on seeing if his sister needed anymore help. Crawling over to Hiro, he drapped his body over his and hooked Hiro's leg in attempts for a pin.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 8:49 pm
Marshall re-entered the ring, hooking the leg of the Ethnic Enigma. The fans counted out, 1...2...No! Hiro got a shoulder up before the count of three, laying on his side as he did so, breathing heavily. It seemed like words were barely escaping his lips..."I'm...I'm sorry! I dont know what's going on with me!" Hiro was obviously not in good shape at this current moment, physically or mentally.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:17 pm
After everything, Marshall honestly thought Hiro might have been done for. Sadly, this wasn't the case, when his opponent lifted his shoulder after the second count. Close, but not close enough. Marshall rolled off of Hiro, sitting off to the side of him briefly in order to catch his breath. While he did this, he managed to hear Hiro's words barely flowing from his lips.
An eyebrow arched, this had rather taken Marshall off guard. He was sorry? Seriously? "Are you psycho?" he questioned his opponent while rolling onto a kneeling position, "You ******** speared her through the wall and you're sorry?" Marshall wasn't hearing it. There was no need to target Dallas. She wasn't in the match, she wasn't doing anything. Marshall was a stubborn man when he thought he was right. And it had been revealed he had a massive temper when provoked.
Maybe he shouldn't be too hard on Hiro, as Marshall didn't exactly know what Hiro was going through. But knowing that harm had come to his sister made his blood boil. Marshall moved over to mount Hiro, reaching over to grab onto his skull with his fist cocked back. He gave Hiro a sneer before attempted to deliver a series of blows to the head. He might have been looking to draw blood. An 'eye for an eye'.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:37 pm
The shots to Hiro's head threw him for a loop, as did Marshall's words. Hiro's head was rocked, and the blows kept coming, the wrestler unable to do much to deflect or stop the blows. "It..It was the bag doing it to me!" he managed to get out between the hits. Knowing he needed to stop the pain, Hiro tried to crawl away from Marshall to the ropes, keep from being busted open!
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