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 Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 8:34 pm
Mirela was caught midair and before being able to react was sent through the Spanish announce table breaking it as she laid on the floor out cold and not moving.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:26 pm
Miranda staggers back,and checks her face to see if she was bleeding. Satisfied that she was not,she would roll into the ring to help Wylde put her leotard back on,and wake her up.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:57 pm
Mirela slowly begins to stumble up back to here feet while Miranda is distracted with helping Wylde in a foul mood as she notices Wylde's silver medal at ringside. Mirela walks over and grabs the medal before climbing over the barricade and beginning to escape through the crowd with Wylde's medal.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:58 pm
Wylde would notice as she got up,and pointed at Mirela,but she was long gone by the time they had noticed. They would stare up at the Dhampir
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 1:04 pm
Mirela would turn around up the steps in the crowd smiling and laughing as she held Wylde's medal up in the air dangling it for a bit before slowly lowering it around her neck wearing the medal as an insult and taunt to both Miranda and Wylde.
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