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 Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 4:44 am
Hiro kept sitting at the edge of his seat, leaning his elbows on his knees, his eyes now being kept on the action in the ring while still shifting over to Dallas every few seconds. Guy: "So Hiro, what brings you out here for the main event? Are you perhaps looking to get another match with Marshall Lee? Scouting him once more?" Hiro: "Look, Guy, The TV Championship is a bit farther from my mind tonight. Those two...They tried to have me killed at Spring in the Ring, and Im simply out here for answers. I've known Dallas Cruz an awful long time, but I had no clue she'd go to the extent of sending some sort of...demon of death after someone just so her pretty boy brother could retain a dinky piece of brass. I might be hurt tonight, but I fully intend on making Dallas bring that guy back so I can get my hands on him." Troy: "Why dont you focus on better things to do with your time and health? As far as I see it, Marshall Lee beat you fair and square at Spring in the Ring, he didnt need help from anyone. Plus, didnt you hear Dallas at ringside? She denied that the appearance of Seita Gray was her doing! Maybe you should stop with this unhealthy obsession." Hiro leaned back in his chair to and cocked his head to the side, an angry scowl adorning his face as he get into Troy's line of sight, the commentator getting wide eyed and then quickly turning back to look at the ring and the action. Guy: "Well, looks like you might want to keep your mouth shut from now on, Troy. Take a look at whats happening in the ring now, a huge lock up taking place!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 5:50 pm
Marshall moved into for the lock up with an equal amount of agression as Mad Dog. The first time didn't go so well, so this second time around, he would try his best to keep good amount of strenth and pressure into the hold. As soon as he found a good opening, he would then attempted to shift over into a side headlock. He had a trick up his sleeve, it all went well.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 10:01 pm
Much energy is exerted as the two men grapple for supremacy in the lockup position. Stomping his feet, Mad Dog tussles and pushes with Marshall, but must have made a mistake somewhere as he found himself in a side headlock.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 10:33 pm
Now here is where things could backfire on Marshall. Mad Dog was a bit stronger than Marshall, but the vampire wasn't all too far behind. Marshall would twist his body while keeping a hold on his opponent and would try to bring Mad Dog down with a side headlock take down.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 1:47 am
With a twist, Mad Dog is tossed to the canvas.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 7:59 pm
With his take down successful, Marshall kept the sidelock locked in. However, being the showboat that he was, he would slowly begin to lean forward onto his head. His legs began to raise upwards off the canvas until he was now vertcial, performing a headstand (ala Ziggler). He could be heard yelling out for the crowd to hype them up. "Hell yeah! What's my name, baby!" There was that obxiously arrogant side of Marshall. It almost always came around to bite him in the a**.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 2:50 am
As Marshall showboats, Mad Dog attempts to shift his weight and roll him into a pinning attempt!
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:45 pm
Everything was coming up Milhouse for Marshall, as he continued to do his little showboating while keeping his lock held onto Mad Dog. That was...until he found himself being rolled over into a pinning attempt! With his shoulders down, Marshall heard the ref begin to count.
One! Tw-!
His hand barely missed the chance to hit the canvas the second time before Marshall thrust and twisted his way out of the pin!
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 8:40 pm
After Marshall kicks out of the pin, Mad Dog stands. Running and bouncing off the ropes, Mad Dog will attempt to hit the vampire with a powerful lariat when he gets to his feet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 11:38 pm
Marshall began to scramble to his feet after his kick out, only to be knocked back down onto the canvas with a loud thud when Mad Dog's lariat. It hurt like hell, practically taking the wind out of him. He heaved and grunted, rolling about on his back before attempted to try and get to his feet again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 12:37 am
The crowd cheers as Mad Dog walks to Marshall and begins to pick him up. If successful, he will whip him into the corner and light his chest up with a series of fast and stiff chops, Kobashi style.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 7:59 pm
Marshall felt himself being lifted up to his feet before being whipped into the corner. The assult continued, feeling every sting that accompanied the chops delivered by Mad Dog.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 9:10 pm
After the series of chops, Mad Dog grabs Marshall in suplex position and attempts to lift and set him on top of the turnbuckle. If successful, Mad Dog will follow Lee to the top rope, leaving both men in a very precarious position.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 4:32 pm
It was this point that Hiro knew what it was time to do. He got up from his position at the announcer's table and began to make his way towards Dallas, perhaps to serve as a distraction for Marshall, though that would be left up to interpretation. As he made his way to the woman, he passed by the steel steps, a microphone left curiously there, as if this was all planned! OOO! AHH! SMOKE AND MIRRORS! Anyway, Hiro took hold of this microphone, proceeding to take the PA system in the middle of the main event match! "Dallas....You listen to me now, and you listen good. I want you to make that GOD DAMNED GUY appear again, RIGHT NOW! I don't give a s**t if those two are fighting right now, I don't give a s**t what you have to say, all I know is that if I dont see "DEATH" in the next sixty seconds, I'm going to put you through that barricade again, and then Im gonna go in that ring and hand Mad Dog a victory. It's your choice." Hiro dropped the microphone and proceeded to rip away his jacket and shirt, pulling out his gloves from the back pocket of his trunks and starting to slip them on his hands. Looks like it truly was now or never.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 5:03 pm
As Marshall was being hoisted up to the top turnbuckle, his dazed self could hear a voice begin to speak. The obnoxious voice of Hiro, who truth be told, had no reason to be out here to begin with. But due to his current set up, Marshall was in no position to knock his teeth down his throat the way he wanted to. However, he could try. Raising his fists, he would attempt to strike at Mad Dog's midsection.
Outside of the ring, Dallas watched as Hiro made his way over to her. Oh joy. She sneered in annoyance, finding his presense in this match completely necessary. Dallas knew nothing of Seita appearing during her match. Dallas did not mean to summon him and was even unaware of her "ability" to do so. As far as she knew, he appeared at his own free will. Death answered to no one.
"Get the hell away from me, Hiro. How many times do I have to tell you, I didn't do it! I didn't call him. If you so much as breath in my direction, I'll remind you why exactly they call me the Black Magic woman." It seemed Hiro was forgetting the damange Dallas could do when she was provoked. If he were to speak again, she would bring her hand up to his face, her way of telling him to shut his mouth and stop talking before attempting to turn away from him to make her way over to the other side of the ring. Away from this annoyance.
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