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 Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 10:02 pm
As soon as that kick hit Marshall in the mandibular area, he could have sworn he heard a pop at the hinge area that was definitely not supposed to happen. Not to mention the sound of the impact itself; it echoed through the entire arena, causing the crowd of "Ooooh!" in response. Even Dallas took part in expressing her shocked reaction by covering her mouth with her hands and staring at Xavier in disbelief. Clutching onto his jaw, Marshall stumbled forward, almost falling onto his knees as his legs buckled, though he managed to keep himself standing....barely.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 11:54 pm
Xavier caught himself on the top rope, dropping down to the mat, spinning so that his back was to the corner. He bounced back off the turnbuckle to use it as momentum as he ran forward to the back of Marshall, who looked weak at the moment of the kick to the jaw. Xavier went to complete X-Express by wrapping his right arm under Marshall's arm pit and into his neck, and wrapping his left arm around his waist and went to pull Marshall backwards, looking to hit the Half Nelson Suplex!
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 7:52 pm
It seems Marshall was going to have to eat his dinners through a freakin' straw thanks to that kick from Xavier. Feeling arms being tucked underneath his underarms, Marshall would try and fail to squirm out of the hold. Sure enough, he was lifted and suplexed backwards! Down went Marshall, making a loud "WHAM!" noise as he crashed into the canvas. His own momentum brought him towards the second turnbuckle, where he leaned against, completely limp as Xavier's move had completely taken it out of him.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 8:59 pm
The crowd were on their feet! Xavier rolled to his feet slowly, seeing that Marshall was leaning back into the corner, and the crowd was behind him all the way with this offense! With the crowd behind him, and the rush of adrenaline off of it, X moved to Marshall, looking to grab his leg and drag him away from the corner and the ropes, and would roll onto him, hooking the same leg he was pulling for the pin!
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 7:43 pm
Everything was a blur to Marshall. The audience was barely heard, his vision was rather foggy, his body ached. He felt a weight on top of him and now had began to heard a 'thud' sound ring from right beside his head. Oh no, he was getting pinned!
One!
Marshall tried to bring his shoulders up, but thanks to Xavier's amazing move, he didn't have the energy to do so. He heard the ref bring down his hand a second time.
Two!
No, no, this couldn't end this way. Not so soon, not so quickly after he had returned. He could hear Dallas yelling something from ringside but couldn't make out what she had said.
Th-
The third clap of the mat was never heard, as she felt a hand grab onto his wrist and soon found himself being pulled out from underneath Xavier and plopped out of the ring, into the arms of his sister, his savior. The crowd that had been on his opponent's side was quick to voice their disapproval. Dallas didn't care, and right now, neither did Marshall.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 8:57 pm
Xavier was laying on top of Marshall (no homo! exclaim ) feeling like he had the win! He heard the count and the crowd counting along side the ref......until he fell to the mat back first, his head hitting the mat a slight bit. He heard the chorus of boos, rolling slowly to lay on his forearms looking to see what had happened. "You b***h....." Xavier had said under his breath when he saw Dallas outside and Marshall had disappeared from the ring. He used up most of his energy from that onslaught he put on in his come back, so he had to take a few more breaths before slowly going back to his feet.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 9:17 pm
Dallas tossed Xavier a sneer as she pulled Marshall over to the barricade and propped him up against it. Turning to him, she slapped him on the cheek firmly before grabbing his jaw to get him to look at her, "Quit it," as all she said and that was needed for her to say. He knew what she meant. She wanted him to get himself back on top and not be tossed around like some ragdoll. She gave the mark she had left him on his forehead a while ago three quick taps before going to pull him up to his feet. She turned to the ref, who had been scolding her for interfering the entire time, "Get off my back!" Meanwhile, Marshall had shook the foggy feeling from his head as he leaned against the barricade as his sister held onto him to keep him up. It seemed he was starting to clear his head a little.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 9:35 pm
Xavier had enough of waiting, and walked to the ropes, stepping through them and dropping to the floor on his feet. He would walk to Marshall, giving a glance to Dallas though it might've been a bad idea, and would try to throw a right hand to Marshall's head, perhaps aiming for that mark Dallas was leaving on his forehead.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 9:46 pm
It seemed Xavier had decided to join the brother/sister duo outside of the ring. Dallas braced herself, ready to defend herself if needed and Marshall, having gotten a bit of his bearings, slightly pushed her away to avoid any of the collateral damage that might occur. He played the act of still being out of it, and when he saw Xavier glance away from him and to his sister, he decided to beat him to the punch, no pun intended. When he looked away, Marshall moved up and would attempt to deliver his own hit, a kick to the gut.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 10:12 pm
Distractions, always the evil of life, and this is what gets Xavier right here, as he's kicked right in the gut while looking to turn to Marshall, and doubles over holding his stomach, the wind he just got back might've just taken a toll.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 10:25 pm
That's exactly what he gets, Marshall would think. Serves him right. He would then try to to link his arm around his midsection, tuck his head in under Xavier's arm and would try to run forward to and push him back first into the ring apron.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 11:58 pm
Xavier felt Marshall wrap around him, Xavier couldn't fight out with the air being taken out of him at that moment. He was pushed back, ramming lower back first into the apron, leaning back yelling out in pain before slowly going down to his upper back leaning on the apron.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 5:35 pm
After slamming Xavier back first into the apron, Marshall would groggily grab onto the back of Xavier's neck, while listening to Dallas' encouraging words from off to the side, and would try to pull him back to barricade where he would attempt to slam his head face first onto the railing.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 7:37 pm
Xavier was brought, running and getting slammed head first into the railing, falling back holding his face. The back pain wasn't easing in well either as he couldn't roll to his feet for the moment.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 1:45 am
Marshall almost staggered as he let go of Xavier, watching the man fall onto his back with his face being held in his hands. He panted as he ran his hands through his own hair, trying to catch his breath before continuing. As he did so, he caught the eye of a female fan sitting behind the barricade right where he was standing. She was holding something, a small slip of paper. When she showed him, it was revealed that it was her number scrawled onto it along with her name and a small little heart by her signature. He nodded at her, took the scrap of paper and stuffed it into his trunks for safe keeping until after the match when he was fresh and ready.
As he did this, Dallas facepalmed, "Marshall! Now's not a good time to pick up chicks!" Her brother gazed over to her with a tired, yet disapproving look on his face as if he couldn't believe his sister, his own flesh and blood, had said that to him. He muttered, "It's always a good time to pick up chicks." With that said, he focused down on his opponent and would try to deliver a few good, hard stomps to his midsection and limbs.
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