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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:55 pm
Hiro was making a get away toward the rope, to which Marshall noticed as he began to slip away from his hold and hits. "The bag!?" he questioned, rather annoyed that the bag on Dallas' hip seemed to cause more trouble than help. Marshall honestly thought there was nothing in there of use, or anything in there at all. Dallas was probably just psyching people out. He stood to his feet, following Hiro towards the ropes and yelling down at him, "There's nothing in that stupid bag! Don't give me that crap." He would then grab onto the ropes as he tried to hover over Hiro before attempted to deliver several stomps to his torso.
Meanwhile, it seemed Dallas was beginning to make a recovery...somewhat. She was sitting up and seemed to be concious. She hugged her arms around her midsection, wincing as she struggled to breath without bringing pain to herself. But at least her eyes were open. That had to count for something. The medics insisted they take her away and tend to her backstage, but she could be seen shaking her head. She was a stubborn one, insisting she stay until the end, as her half brother might need her help.
As for the bag in question, it still hung at her hips where it was tied with it's draw strings. What the hell was in that thing?
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 7:58 pm
Hiro was stomped on, the air leaving his body, causing him to cough and wheeze, gasping for air. "Marshall...Im telling you! Whatever she's doing...it's evil! This isn't about the..oof..." The stomps were becoming too much for Hiro, the crowd not knowing truly how to react, to cheer Marshal or to be concerned for Hiro's well being. The Ethnic Enigma was now dry heaving, coughing violently as the stomps continued. There wasn't enough air in the entire park for him at this point.
It was looking like the match was finished for him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:23 pm
Marshall ceased with his stomps, stepping back a few steps to catch his breath as well as to listen to what Hiro had to say. Something about Dallas and whatever she was doing. Something evil? Surely, Hiro was out of his mind. Marshall knew that his sister would never mess with anything "evil". Not without good reason anyways. "What the ******** ever," he rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Dallas was being helped up by the medics. However, she was no longer out of it much. The fog in her head began to clear and she began to remember how she ended up on the floor surrounded by medics. Hiro did this to her. Hiro hurt her.
Anger began to rise in Dallas and everyone knew that it was not a good idea to mess with a voodoo queen. It seemed a bad temper ran in the family.
She pushed away the medics, pulling away from their careful holds while ignored their pleas to head on towards the back for further examination. Dallas didn't care about that right now. Her pain was dulled momentarily, and all she could see is red. She snapped at them to let her go and wobbily made her way over to the side of the ring. Her hands reached down to the bag that hung at her hips.
Finally, everyone would see what was inside this bag. She would finally use whatever was in there to rain hell down upon Hiro. Holding the bag in her perfectly manicured hands, she undid the ties and reached in with a sadistic smile while her eyes were locked on a prone Hiro. Her hand then pulled out and slipping through her fingers were....ashes?
Dallas' smile faded and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Ashes? It seemed this was not what she orginally had in there. She was genuinely puzzled and rather startled. What were ashes doing in her bag? This was not her doing. Dallas reached in again, and pulled out yet another handful of ashy soot. "No..."
She tossed down the ashes which clouded at her feet, pulling out handful after handful of ash. Even Marshall had to stop what he was doing to watch his sister make a mess at ringside. What the hell was she doing? Was this it? Just playing with sand or whatever the hell that was? Finally, having been fed up with her missing item, Dallas turned the bag upside down and out spilled the black and grey dust.
It poured into the ground like a waterfall much more than the little bag could possible hold. Was this an illusion or were supernatural works at play? Tossing the bag down into the pile of ash that had now formed at her feet. She looked up at Marshall, "I...I don't know what's going on! This wasn't supposed to happen!"
Before he could respond to her...something that absolutely shocked the crowd and those watching at home happened.
The ring began to shake. It was only for a few seconds, before everything went still again. Marshall stumbled backwards and held onto the ropes to keep himself steady. He looked at the ref, he was also started and backed into the turnbuckle. The two then looked at Hiro, as if wondering if he felt the quake was well. The match itself was completely forgotten for a moment.
Dallas stood outside, backed up into the bacidace with her mouth covered with her hands to suppress her gasps. What the hell just happened?
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 7:57 pm
Hiro started to cough even heavier, gasping for air as he breathed in some of the ashes that began to fill the air around the ring. It was then that the ring started to shake, the Ethnic Enigma being violently bounced and nearly thrown out under the bottom rope of the ring. Thankfully during his coughing fit he took hold of the bottom rope, keeping himself in the ring as he was possibly afraid of what might have been outside of it. He didn't know, all he knew was that there was some sort of earthquake going on. When it quickly stopped, he let go of the ropes and laid flat on his back, again coughing and breathing heavily, staring up into the night sky. "What the ******** just happened!?" he thought.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:23 pm
Marshall stood with his hands still grabbing a hold of the ropes as the ring began to shake once again! The canvas quaked and shook beneath his feet, causing both him and the ref to stumble; the latter ended up falling flat on his butt as he desperately tried to keep himself stable but grabbing onto the bottom rope.
Then like before, everything went still once again.
Marshall looked downwards, waiting for some sort of aftershock as he knew that was common with earthquakes. But he realized how calm the audience was. Well, with the exception of their loud verbal reactions to the ring shake. But otherwise, still in their seats and not scattering about for cover. This wasn't an earthquake. It was only the ring that had moved. Nothing else.
He turned to Dallas, looking at her as if this was somehow her fault. "What the ******** was that? What did you do!?" Marshall was startled, competely caught off guard. If this was one of Dallas' little pranks, it wasn't funny. Wasn't the first time, and it sure was hell wasn't funny the second time.
Dallas shook her head, confused to all hell with what was happening. This wasn't her work, none of this was happening the way she had planned. All she wanted to do was help her brother, give him some luck, maybe some 'voodoo enchancements', but this? This was on a whole other level. "I didn't do this! I swear! It's not me!" She had to get to the bottom of this. Maybe someone else was pulling their leg and sabotaging the match. Dallas sure as hell wasn't going to take the blame for this.
Movement caught her attention, the ring apron began to move and sway, billowing like sheets in the wind; it was almost as if the wind itself was trapped under the ring. "What...what is that?" she muttered lowly to herself as she began to make her way towards the ring. She could feel the breeze against her the closer she got.
She slowly knelt onto her knees, one hand on the top of the arpon and the other holding onto the end of it to keep it from flapping. Lifting it high, Dallas peered under the ring. At first, nothing was out of the ordinary. It was dark, but she could make out the equipment stored underneath. But something caught her eye; something black and feathered. A raven was settled right in the center, it's eyes shining erriely in the dark as it stared right at Dallas, right into her soul.
Those eyes.
They were almost hypotic, making her feel numb to the very core. She wasn't sure how long she stared at this bird. It could have been minutes, it could have even been a few mere seconds. Suddenly, the winged animal flew straight towards her. It's wings flapping so dangerously close, she felt it's soft feathers brush against her cheek as she yelped loudly and fell backwards as the animal escaped from under the ring.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:38 pm
The raven flew out past Dallas and cut a swath through several fans who eked their way out of the flight path of the carrion bird. With a gorgeous arc, it took to the air, high above the park and into the sky, as it soared menacingly back towards the ring. It dive bombed slightly, coming down closer to the ring. Flapping it's wings in place... and then... it began to circle the ring.
The wind that Dallas had kept at bay by lifting one of the aprons started to blow two-fold, three sides of the ring flapping about wildly at the behest of an unseen gale. The ring started to shake once again, but this time it didn't cease until a corner of the ring ripped open in the canvas, on the opposite side of the ring as the competitors and, soon, the referee who made his way over to join Hiro and Marshall, as the apron seemed to rip seemingly out of thin air. Some of the fans were psyched out, having not seen a display like this before in their lives. Other fans, however, were biting back their anticipation; a raven circling the ring in BBW had meant only one thing in the past.
Suddenly, from the gap in the corner of the ring, hundreds of birds, just like the jet black raven that had come before them, ripped through the opening, flooding their way upward and into the sky, cawing, breeing, braying and howling as they took flight, to the amazement of the crowd. As the dispersal of ravens started to give way, the figure of a man replaced them. Rising up slowly from within the whirlwind of feathers and beaks, the ravens swirled around the opening as the man was pushed up to level with the rest of the ring, shrouded by robe and hood and silver feather. The entity stepped through the whirlwind of ravens just as they stopped flooding the sky, and they all dispersed completely, save for the one raven that had started it all, which continued to circle.
 Whatever had lifted the man up from under the ring, if anything had done so at all, was gone before anyone could see it, and now, standing in the ring with Hiro, Marshall, and the Referee, as thousands of fans in attendance shouted in amazement and millions of people at home watched in amazement... was Death Himself. He stared across the ring from under his hood, dark silver hair covering the cloudy grey eyes that marked his targets. Seeing yet unseeing. He stepped into the center of the ring slowly, staring down the BBW Television Champion... and slowly turning his gaze to Marshall's sister, Dallas Cruz.
The referee fell on his a**.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:44 pm
Hiro had at this point used the second 'earthquake' to shift his way over to a turnbuckle, leaning up against the middle pad to keep himself in place and sitting up to hold his place.
It was seconds later that everything changed, wind howling out from under the ring, the aprons blowing around, and a hole fomring in the corner. A man rose out of it. Hiro couldnt make who it was, his vision becoming blurry as he was nearly knocked out due to his inability to breathing correctly. The arena was stunned to see whomever this man was...he was adorned in black and feathers. He turned his attention to Dallas and Marshall. It looked as though the Ethnic Enigma had lucked out today...but there was one thing that sure seemed familiar.
Hiro had seen this man earlier in the day.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:08 pm
Dallas' had stood to her feet as the mess of birds had began to fly out from the rip in the canvas. There was a figure begining to form in the mass of dark feathers. Though it was hard to tell who or what it was until the ravens began to disperse and there stood the largest hooded figure Dallas and Marshall had ever seen. This figure of silver and black, the physical embodyment of Death himself.
Marshall was floored and rather frightened. Something so inhuman like him, this entity wasn't supposed to exist. Marshall didn't believe in things like him. Death didn't come to vampires, they came to other people such as he had witness before. But not to him. Never to him. He had seen this person, but never so up close. So why is he here? He kept his distance, worried for his own well being. Who was he here for?
When the figure focused his attention Dallas, her blood ran cold and her heart stopped. She knew exactly who this figure was as she had met him once before. But his presense was not her doing and his arrival was unexpected as well as unwelcomed for Dallas. The last time he promised they would met, the aftermath wouldn't be so kind.
The siblings waiting, wondering what was to come. Marshall's hands gripped onto the ropes as he wondered why this being was focusing on his sister while Dallas prefered to keep her distance and remained outside of the ring as she continued to look Death in the eye. Literally.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:12 pm
Death's gaze turned from sister to brother once again, as he slowly stalked towards the corner that the wrestler's occupied now, sort of backing them into it with his awe-inspiring presence. Seita Gray, the undead monstrosity that he was (if he was truly undead), stared at Marshall Lee, the Television Champion, intently. His glassy eyes narrowed at the man, as he reached his hand out...
To Hiro.
Death Himself offered his hand to Hiro, to help him stand away from Marshall Lee, causing the fans to cheer out of surprise!
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:18 pm
Hiro's squinting eyes kept a close look on the gray man, unable to get a read on exactly what the hell was happening. Earlier in the match, Hiro felt a dark presence mess with him, make him act out...was this what he was feeling was close? Was this...the end? Perhaps this was all for him, maybe he'd actually stopped breathing, and this was death, waiting to ferry him away to hell.
Those thoughts became more real as the man offered his hand Hiro. The Cuban Jap looked up at him, still squinting and heaving, still unable to figure out who he was. However...he was in such bad shape, if someone didnt help him, and he truly was still alive, he needed to accept any type of help. He took hold of the man's hand, being slowly risen to his feet, staggering to lean against the ropes and then next to the man, keeping a tight grip on his cold palm.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:23 pm
Gray's gloved hand kept a tight hold on Hiro's hand as he stood up the challenger. His threatening gaze was once again on the champion, Marshall. His gaze barreled deep into Lee's, searching for a soul that he may never find. Suddenly, and sharply, Gray's grip tightened on Hiro's hand, threatening to crush the poor man's fingers, but it was not long before Gray let go and went to kick Hiro in the stomach so that he could pull him into a front chancery.
If this all succeeded, Seita tried to drag Hiro back into the center of the ring in this position, to twist Hiro's neck upon his shoulder, and deliver unto the injured man a Hero Stone, while fans screamed in surprise, both cheering and booing!
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:30 pm
It all went downhill fast.
Hiro's hand was squeezed, and he let out wheezed yelp, followed by a kick to the gut that knocked out all ash and air in his body, causing him to nearly drop. However, Seita kept a hold upon him and dragged him to center the ring, the fans let out a loud mixed reaction as he was planted face first into the mat, his abdomen and legs jolting up before he remained still in center ring, unmoving and not breathing.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:44 pm
Marshall's breath began to quicken as his heart pounded in his chest. Seita wouldn't take his cold gaze off of him. Marshall wasn't one to be nervous under the gaze of someone, he was rather used to it. But this sitation was very, very different. He felt a great sense of danger for his life the longer this figure's eyes bore into him. He was definitely here for him, seeing as Seita was helping Hiro off of the ground. This was NOT good.
Wait a minute!
Everything suddenly turned within seconds as Seita completely laid Hiro's a** out. What the hell? Who was he REALLY here for? Hiro was down, laying in the center of the ring and he was still standing. Unless...
Marshall turned to look at Dallas, who was stunned at the sudden turn of events. She did say she had something planned, something to help him out. Of course! Dallas summoned Death himself, Seita Gray! Everything that happened, she did for him! Right?
His lips began to turn up into a smirk, as he mouthed out to her, "Thank you!" He was obviously pleased, and she was obviously...hesistant. Despite what her brother had thought, this was not Dallas' work. This was not what she had planned. She saw that he began to turn from her and make her way over to Seita. Dallas' quickly moved over to press herself against the apron, motioning for Marshall not to take another step. However, her motions went unnoticed for Marshall.
He stepped up beside Seita, that cocky look on his face. He couldn't believe the extent Dallas went for him. A little excessive, but hey, nothing wrong with a little help from the other side, as his sister often put it. With a grin on his face, his fangs bared for all to see, Marshall did the unthinkable and patted Seita on the shoulder. He felt cold to the touch, but the vampire thought nothing of it. "Hey, man...Death, dude...Thanks for the help. But I got it from here, buddy! Whatever my sister's paying you, I hope she's paying you well!" He expected Seita to step away now, to allow him to finish the job. Stupid, stupid, beautiful Marshall.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:50 pm
Seita had slowly stood up after planting Hiro's face into the mat. He didn't seem to breathe at all, or at least, if he was breathing it was very hard to tell. He stared down at the downed Hiro, taking no pleasure in what he had done to the veteran wrestler, as Marshall made his way over to congratulate the Raven Lord for what he had done. Seita gently nudged Hiro with his foot, pushing the challenger onto his back. Marshall's praise went in one ear and out the other, it was the clap on his shoulder that had Seita slooooowly turning his gaze up and to the side, leaving Hiro to find the Television Champion, staring menacingly. The glare chipped away at the visage that Marshall put on for himself and saw him as what he truly was; a victim. Seita, perhaps just as Marshall realized he was doomed, suddenly lifted a foot into the champion's abs as well, but would try to hoist Lee up onto his shoulders in a torture rack for a moment, before attempting to throw him back down onto the mat, and onto the prone Hiro, with a KarÅshi Scythe!
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:03 pm
Marshall immediately regretted putting his hands on Seita the minute he turned to look deep into his questionable soul, if he even had one. Just as he went about removing his hand from Seita's shoulder, he felt a sharp pain shoot into his belly as Gray had thrusted his foot into his abdomen. As the air was taken out of him and he hunched over, Seita had lifted him up onto his shoulders and down he went! Not onto the canvas, but onto the fallen Hiro.
Dallas yelped as she saw her brother being attacked, her hands coming up to her mouth in order to muffle herself. She wanted to slide in there and attend to him...but not while Seita was in there. Plus, she noticed how Marshall had landed on Hiro, almost as if on purpose. It was odd, but if this match was going to end, now was the time to do it.
She looked over to the ref, who was stunned at what he had just witnessed. "Hey! W-What are you waiting for? Count!" she ordered, pointing at her unconcious brother on top of a seemingly unconcious Hiro. The referee snapped out of it, quickly abeit hesistantly crawling over to the competitors. He was careful to avoid Seita...for obvious reasons. His hand rose and he began the count.
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