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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:07 pm
Marshall made a grave mistake that ended up putting Hiro in even more pain than he already was in. Seita Gray, the man known as the physical embodiment of death, was doing this with a look on his face that this was something that he had to do, not wanted to do, or even enjoyed doing. Marshall was picked up, and with ease, was sent straight down on top of Hiro, the Ethnic Enigma's entire body jolting up again as it had before, and again any last air was knocked out of him. He began gasping for air, the ref showing visible concern, but realizing that the position Marshall was dropped into was that of a pinfall! Dallas informed him of this, and the ref got down into position, going for the count! "1...
2....
........3!" The fans let out a mixture of cheers and boos as the final hand slapped the mat and the bell rang, signifying the end of this title bout, a successful retain for Marshall Lee. The ref rolled the vampire off of Hiro and onto his own back, immediately calling for medical personnel to get in the ring and assist Hiro who was gasping for air. However, not a single doctor got in the ring, all of them...too afraid of Seita to do their jobs.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:18 pm
Gray stared at his handiwork on the mat, Marshall draped across Hiro as the referee counted to three. The only reason the ref even counted was probably because, even though Seita hadn't moved... he hadn't moved. He simply watched and made no attempt at acknowledging the referee or Dallas or anyone else. Once the bell rang however, and Marshall was announced as still the BBW Television Champion, Seita appeared to be released from his little spell.
Gray walked past the two, his cloak dragging over their bodies as he did so, towards the referee, who immediately tried to crawl away from the entity that was approaching him, until the referee was forced to exit the ring into the safety of the doctors standing by. Seita, however, kept walking towards the edge of the ring.
Towards Dallas.
Seita reached the ropes, slipping out of the ring in a very fluid motion, as he stood now next to Dallas, whom he had a sneaking suspicion would be too petrified to move or flee his presence. Death Himself stared down at the small woman for the longest moment. "I warned you." He said, his voice a combination of chilling tones and gravel in his throat, before turning around and walking away from the ring, making his way towards the ramp while the doctors hugged the apron as he passed, trying not to touch him if possible. Seita stopped at the base of the platform, turning his head over his shoulder, when he was joined by his raven, perching itself on his shoulder and spreading it's wins, cawing loudly at the ring.
Suddenly, an unnatural and cold gust of wind blew through the arena, just like it had before when Seita had appeared, and his music sang out to the crowd.
 You May Run. For A Long Time.
Run On
For A Long Time.
Run On
For A Long Time.
Let Me Tell You The God Is Gonna Cut You Down.
Let Me Tell You The God Is Gonna Cut You Down.
Seita stalked up the ramp and did not look back at the wreckage he had caused, leaving everyone to their own devices and recovery.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:26 pm
As soon as Seita was out of sight, doctors rushed into the ring, several surrounding Hiro with air pumps and a neck brace. A few checked on Marshall as well, but the main focus was on the fact that Hiro was slowly starting to turn purple in the face. The oxygen pump helped however, but he was fading in and out of consciousness. The fans now had genuine concern, a slight hush accompanied by very little mumbling had over fallen the park, the solemn tone not expected to be brought about tonight.
The neckbrace clasped around Hiro and a stretcher was brought to ringside, the many doctors doing their best to move him onto it as easily and painlessly as possible. As he was loaded on, he began to slightly come to, but all that he felt upon waking back up was severe pain in his ribs. He was wheeled to the ambulance waiting behind the fans that were seated by the ramp, and was loaded into the ambulance, but not before he was able to half-a** a thumbs up that he quickly dropped, signifying to the fans that he wasn't, in fact, dead. Hiro disappeared into the ambulance, and it quickly took off, headed for a local Chicago hospital, only it's lights seen as it disappeared into the darkness. The doctors in the ambulance had only one thing to say to the Ethnic Enigma as they rushed him to the ER...
Be Still.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:35 pm
Marshall heard the thuds of a hand counting the pin, three times, before being rolled off of his opponent. The bell had rung and he heard his name being called out as the winner and still the holder of the BBW Televison Championship. However, he didn't celebrate as he normally would. Hell, he couldn't even move, let alone stand up. The ring felt oddly empty, as the ref had since slipped out to join the officals out of the ring and Seita had also exited the ring.
Dallas remained planted where she stood, her blood frozen in her veins which prevented her from doing so. She did nothing as Seita walked towards her and stood by her. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, not immediately at least. She looked forward, at her brother who was now being tended to since Seita was no longer present. Dallas could feel Death's cold stare on her, to which she slowly turned her head to look up at him.
His words echoed through her head and she couldn't help but to feel a wave of guilt wash over her. She wanted to speak, to say something, to plead her case. But her breath caught in her throat and no words could be heard coming from her. As he began to move away, she finally felt herself able to breath, inhaling deeply as her heart began to beat once again. She looked over her shoulder, seeing his dark cloak swish out of the corner of her eye. Dallas watched as he made his way up the ramp, before being accompanied by his raven.
She didn't realize she had been shaking until her knees threatened to give out on her. Turning away from him, no longer wishing to see the dark cloak that had haunted her dreams many months before, Dallas rushed towards the ring and slid in on her belly, before crawling over to her brother. A few medics were around him, but the main focus was on Hiro who was definitely more injured than her brother was.
Marshall was handed his belt, which he failed to grab as he was helped up into a sitting position. Instead, Dallas took the title, draping it over her lap as she reached out to help stabalize her brother. He was mumbling something, his words incoherant. Dallas didn't know what to say, how to begin to explain things to him. But now was not the time. She leaned in to whisper into his ear as the match was close to transition into the next segment.
"Shh...Be still."
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