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With a hiss of pain, Dani was pulled up to his feet by his luscious black locks. How rude of the TV Champion! Once pulled up to his feet though, Dani attempted to send a rough punch towards Marshall's stomach, hoping to make the man break the hold on his locks!

After delivering the blow, Dani got up to his full height and attempted to deliver a quick knee to Marshall's face while he was bent over!

In what might've been the most impressive feat of athleticism in BBW history, Marshall managed to prevent the damage to his facial bone structure, and whipped Vengeance around for the Dragon Screw Leg Whip! In a flash, Dani found himself back down on the mat, laying on his back! The fans were roaring with approval, it looked like Marshall had a solid hold over the challenger!

Blow after blow bounced off of Dani's pale, marked face. A grunt left his lips with each blow, but he had no way of fighting back in his current situation! All he could do was take each fist right to his stunning features! More stunning than Marshall's at least.

While everyone thought Alexander would get involved at this point surely, he didn't. He simply kept watching and stood guard by the sheeted carousel.

[The Ending]

Dani was lifted up off the ground by the TV Champion, only to be bashed endlessly between the barricade and the apron! With each hit, his cracking voice let out a weakening roar of pain, which only stirred a cheer from the audience! After bashing Vengeance's lower back into the various blockades, Marshall slid the challenger into the ring, leaving him weakly spasming by the ropes. When he put him back in the ring, something snapped in the panting vampire; he needed to truly inflict pain upon Dani. He needed to really send home what kind of torment this man had brought on his psyche with the torturing of his sister.

Marshall reached under the ring and pulled out a steel chair immediately, lifting it high up for the world to see after. As he did, he locked eyes with Dani's assistant, the seasoned Alexander Dramien. He stared at him with a smirk, as if to let him know, "Yeah, he's gonna die tonight."

Lee slid into the ring with the chair, careful to avoid the slowly recovering Dani in the process. He stood up with the chair grasped in his hands; just as Dani was slowly working up to his knees, Marshall wasted no time to charge at the fading opponent and smash the chair over his head! The fans roared with the crushing blow, which sent Dani down to the mat in a heap! Clearly not happy with just one blow, the TV Champion brought the chair down hard on Vengeance's body over and over! Once! Twice! Three times! And a fourth for good luck! With each hit, the chair was slowly giving way to the force of the blows. After putting a good size dent in the center of it, Marshall tossed it aside and let out a roar! That roar signaled the end for him, it let the fans know that he was ready to end this once and for all.

When he turned around to put some distance between him and Dani, Marshall found himself staring at Alexander once more. This time, the small man was standing in the opposite corner, with the burlap sack in his hands. Alexander was glaring right at Marshall with that thousand-mile stare, as if waiting for him to make the move. Marshall didn't care what was in the bag, but he did care that Alexander was daring to threaten his presence in the ring. Running on a full head of steam, Marshall ran at Alexander with the intention of knocking him out of the ring with a clothesline!

But when Marshall started his charge, Alexander hastily pulled the sack open , and tossed the contents towards his charging foe.

What flew through the air... was a handful of small rattlesnakes. Hissing and writhing, they flew through the air like a ball of tentacles. Some ended up falling short, but the bulk of them smacked against Marshall's chest and fell to the mat.

With them, Marshall fell down onto his face. A look of pure fear took over his features. He wasn't staring at the masked partner anymore, but at the mass of snakes that had been tossed at him. His breath became ragged at the sight, seemingly mortified by the sight of the hissing serpents. Something about them stopped the TV Champion right in his tracks. All of his momentum and adrenaline was gone instantly. The fans saw it in his eyes; he was scared for his life all of a sudden.

After a few agonizing moments, Marshall attempted to scramble up to his feet to get away from his slithering adversaries. However, right as he began to stand, he felt himself being yanked backwards. Helpless, trapped under someone's arm.

The fans booed viciously at who the man was; Dani Vengeance had somehow recovered quickly from the previous beatdown. With a smirk on his face, he had Marshall in a tight Sleeper Hold position, until he did a sudden twirl, hitting him with the Head On To Heartache! Marshall flipped around and came crashing into the mat face first, sending a massive jolt of pain through his body. On impact, Dani slid on top of the champion, oblivious to the trickle of blood running down his forehead. By the looks of his smirk, it was as if he had never taken a blow.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

The haunting guitar notes of "Long Way Down" echoed through the field, overpowered by the chorus of jeers. Dani had clearly abused Marshall with the same tactic he used on Dallas: he used something the man feared. Dani pushed himself off of his heaving opponent and was greeted by the referee handing him the BBW TV Championship. Dani took the belt and looked at it, before looking down at the former champion, Marshall Lee. "Tsk... Tsk... Dallas will be disappointed... won't she?"

Without any showboating, Dani slid out of the ring and threw the belt around his shoulder, wearing it proudly as a champion. Together, him and Alexander walked around the outside and passed the white-sheeted carousel, leaving it behind as they walked up the ramp.

After sometime, Marshall began to stir, his glazed eyes looking up at the starry sky overhead. By the sound of the music, he realized what had happened. He had lost his championship. He rolled over to his side and began to roll out of the ring with the help of the referee, who made sure he didn't see the slithering mass that crew members were already trying to remove from the ring. The vampire stood and stared up the ramp, his eyes drilling holes in the back of Vengeance's head. But, he noticed something... they didn't take the carousel.

A new wave of panic set in as Marshall worked his way around the ring, nearly sprinting over to the carousel and ripping the sheet from it. The white sheet billowed and fell to the ground, revealing...

... A tank of water, with a dummy dressed in Dallas' clothes.

Marshall's eyes stared at the tank with a look of pure defeat. Not only had he lost his championship, but he didn't even get to recover his sister. She was still lost; she still belonged to her captors.

[Fade to Black]