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 Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 8:50 pm
As the last match had come to an end, the crowd waited patiently for whatever came next. Up on the titantron, a video feed to play while the lights dimmed, leaving the audience to mumble to themselves, wondering what was coming up.
The screen started off dark and fuzzy, almost as if the feed was receiving some static. Just then, the symbol well known to all of the BBW universe appeared up on the screen. The crowd began to chatter rather excitedly. Just what would the mysterious duo do now? They never seemed to disappoint. Judging by the video from the PPV, they seemed to have something planned for tonight's show.
As the symbol appeared, a soft whisper was heard throughout the arena. It was chanting something, definitely not English or any other recognizable language for that matter. Suddenly, a second voice joined, then a third, then a forth, until several voiced merged into one. It was then that the chanting stopped and all was quiet. Not a single member of the crowd dared make a noise. Up on the screen, a single word appeared just underneath the symbol.
'Arrival'
The excitability of the crowd was bumped up a notch as this happened. Did this mean what they thought it meant? Where the two trouble makers here? Where they finally going to reveal themselves? Just then, a spotlight appeared up on the stage, and what obviously appeared to be a woman walked out from backstage while a song began to play. Her top hat was pulled over her face and a cane was twirled around with her other hand. The spot light followed her trail until she came to a stop, a few feet from the center of the stage.
Her cane began to spin faster, expertly twirling through her slender fingers. Just when her cane became a blur, the woman stopped and slammed the tip of the cane down. Just as she did this, a circle of tall flames shot up from the center of the stage, larger than the woman herself. As this happened, the lyrics to the song began
"Reach out and touch faith!"
As these words where said and the melody began, the flames cleared away to reveal...none other than Marshall Lee himself, standing right at the center of the circle! The crowd went wild at the sight of the vampire that had long since disappeared from the sport long ago. Their cheers only got louder when the woman briefly moved her top hat and revealed herself to be the Voodoo Queen, the sister of Marshall Lee, Dallas Cruz!
The duo were all smiles as they glanced excitedly at each other before proceeding to walk down the ramp, side by side. They wasted no time in interacting with the crowd, Marshall taking one side while Dallas took the other. Marshall gave a few high-fives and bro-hugs to the men, and tossed a few winks and blew some kisses at the females. Meanwhile, Dallas was much more affectionate, giving hugs to as many people as she could along the way, even stopping to pose for a picture or two whenever someone pointed a camera at her.
As Marshall pulled away from the group of amorous females that had clung to him, Dallas wondered over to the side officials and received two mics before joining her brother in the ring. The music began to die down, but the crowd was still going wild. One chant in particular stood out from the other various chatter.
'Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!'
The duo only smiled wider as they waiting for the crowd to hush up. Finally, as things began to simmer down, Dallas rose her mic up to her lips. "I take it you all are happy to see us?" As she said this, the crowd cheered once more, agreeing with her. "Because we sure are happy to see all of you!" The crowd's reaction only made her chuckle in amusement, before turning over to Marshall. She could be seen muttering to him, "Listen to that! I can't believe they remember."
Marshall nodded and mutter back to her, "This is insane, I love it." It was his turn to speak out to the crowd. Raising his mic, he flashed a charming smile to the audience, "Oh man, you all are beautiful, I swear. Concert crowds are great and all, but I don't think anything beats wrestling crowds!" The audience was loving ever single moment of this. The return, the praise, everything!
"Now, in case some of you don't know who we are. Allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Marshall Lee. Tall, Dark and Damn Good-Looking!" He smirked with the response of the female side of the audience, while Dallas playfully rolled her eyes and spoke out in turn, "And I'm The Black Magic Woman, Dallas Cruz." It was the men's turn to hoot and holler as she introduced herself. "There's so much catching up to do. Man, it really has been a while, huh? Since we're running on a tight schedule and I'm pretty sure Matt Shanahan's not gonna like us hogging up all the screen time....especially with all the crap we've pulled for the past couple of weeks, we'll just cut to the chase."
Marshall raised his mic up to his grinning lips, "We're back and we're not going anywhere, baby!" The crowd was sure to let them know of their approval. "We've been watching what's been going on in BBW for a while now and we couldn't help but to think this place is missing some Marshall and Dallas. And we were more than happy to oblige."
Dallas nodded along with agreement and raised her mic to speak. But, it seemed not everyone was as overjoyed to see them as the crowd. Just as she opened her lips to add onto what he said, she was cut short.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 6:12 pm
Right as Dallas was about to speak she was cutoff by the loud boom of cannon fire coming from the entrance ramp as the rock section of Black Aggression started to play confusing fans as Captain John Hayes walked out onto the entrance ramp. Captain Hayes had an angry disgruntled look on his face while he stood on the entrance ramp much to fans confusion as he made his way down the ramp to the ring. He dropped his saber once he made it to ring side and took a big chug of rum before grabbing a mic from one of the attendants at ringside. Captain Hayes then walked up the stairs to get into the ring climbing in between the middle and top ropes before looking over at Marshall and Dallas in the ring, mostly glaring at Dallas. He raised his mic up to speak and with little drunken slur started with, "When I joined up with this crew here I was told there wouldn't be any witches at all." The crowd began to boo as Captain Hayes spoke negatively about Dallas being in BBW before continuing, "Witches are bad omens. Whenever one of you is around the sea turns on us. sinks out ships, and kills us. I didn't agree to join this crew so a witch and her mindless bilge rate could come on in here, and bring our doom!" Captain Hayes then lowered his mic to all the boos coming from the crowd not paying attention to them and keeping his glare straight on Dallas not really giving Marshall any attention at all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 9:30 pm
The look of confusion on the siblings face was very clear for all to see. They definitely weren't expecting to get interrupted, by a drunk pirate no less, but if they knew anything about sports entertainment, it's to expect the unexpected. Never the less, Dallas and Marshall exchanged looks before Dallas raised her mic to speak after this drunken fellow finished his slurred words.
"Well, I would say 'Let's go find some trouble', but it seems trouble already found us." Dallas' lips curled up into a smirk, along with Marshall's, before he took his turn to speak.
"Whoa there, buddy," he began, holding at hand up to point at Hayes, "First of all...who the hell are you to interrupt us? You obviously know some knowledge of my sister, but do you know who the hell I am? I'm Marshall Lee, baby. And no one hijacks my show while I'm on stage." It seemed Marshall took offense to a few things going on at the moment, and for very good reason to. For starters, he very much disliked someone stealing his spotlight, which was exactly what this pirate fellow was doing. Secondly...he was completely ignored! How dare Marshall be ignored? He deserves everyone's undivided attention. Lastly, his sister was targeted. No one messes with Marshall's little sister. "By the way, she's NOT a witch. She's a priestess."
As Marshall said that last bit, Dallas couldn't help but to smile. For years, her brother had been calling her a witch, too ignorant and too uncaring to call by the proper term, which was 'priestess'. But it seemed it finally got through that thick skull of his. While it probably seemed like an irrelevant statement to pretty much everyone in the arena, Dallas understood and greatly appreciated it.
She reached up and patted his shoulder, "Easy, easy," she cooed, trying to soothe her brother's agitated nerves before turning her attention to Hayes. Marshall wanted to continue, but he knew to back off of his sister's business when she asked. Reluctantly, he lowered his mic to allow her to speak, but the look on his face was obviously annoyed. "Whoever you are, you're obviously intoxicated, judging your offensive breath, which I can smell from here. I'd get that scurvy checked out too, by the way."
She took a few steps towards the pirate. It seemed she was a wee bit taller as she drew closer. "We're not out at sea, we're not on a ship. We're in the Xcel Energy Center in Saint Paul, Minnesota." As she said this, the crowd hollered in approval as she name dropped their hometown. In response, Dallas smiled back in amusement, and continued as they hushed up.
"I don't know who you think I am, but you're definitely mistaken. I help people, it's what I do. I don't go around spreading harm to others as most thing I do." She stared him straight in the eye now, shifting into a much more serious attitude. "Unprovoked, that is. Now, I'm going to give you ten seconds to get out of this ring, or you will feel the wrath of my voodoo and the bloodlust of my brother."
Marshall hanged back as his sister took care of her own business now. The look he gave Hayes was one that read, 'Oh, she told you!' While his protective instincts gave him the urge to jump in at her aid, he knew his job at the moment was to hang back, as she was a grown woman and could fight her own battles. But he kept a close eye on Captain Hayes, ready to act if something went down.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 11:53 am
Captain Hayes listened to what Marshall and Dallas were saying not really caring much probably due to the rum, but when Dallas threatened him oh did that make Captain Hayes laugh.
"A wench is throwing a threat at me. Fine if you want me to leave then I'll abandon ship for now." After he said that he dropped the mic and started to look like he was gonna leave the ring but instead would turn around and attempt to smash his bottle of rum over Marshall's head, and if that was successful Captain Hayes would then attempt a hard kick right for the gut of Dallas.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 3:32 pm
Marshall sighed with relief and a bit of satisfaction as the pirate made it seem like he was to leave. Good riddance. Now back to trying to salvage his shining moment, before it was pretty much ruined by this drunkard. As Hayes turned to leave, Marshall focused his attention on Dallas, "Can you believe this shi-"
Before he could finish what he was saying, the sound of shattering glass was heard and down went Marshall. Dallas gasped and instinctively gripped her cane in her hand. Looking down at Marshall, she saw his long, dark hair covering his face, yet drips of red flowed down the hand that clutched at his head. She wanted to kneel down and tend to her injured brother, but when she turned to throw a glare at Captain Hayes, she realized she was his next target.
As Hayes' leg swung out to her, Dallas reacted quick enough to catch his foot just as it was about to connect to her stomach. She would then try to shove him back by the leg, and it all went according to plan, if he came at her again, she would then attempt to shove the skull handle of her cane straight into his face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 4:01 pm
After Mashall dropped and Dallas grabbed his foot Captain Hayes while Dallas still had a hold on his foot would attempt to jump off with his free leg and with it attempt to kick Dallas in the head with his free foot to take the wench down.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 7:03 pm
Such a very unfortunate event, this night was turned out to be. A special night for Dallas and Marshall, the first time the crowd as seen them in over two years and this happens? This is definitely not what the two were expecting.
It seemed Dallas attempt to ward off the pirate was in vain as Hayes managed to stay in balance when she attempted to push him back and the kick he delivered had connected, causing the woman to crash down onto the mat, clutching her head as her hat rolled away from her.
While this happened, Marshall, who had gotten his bearings together and was sporting streaks of blood running down his face, could be seen dashing towards Captain Hayes in attempted to spear him, very much upset that he had ruined his special night, smashed a bottle over his head and daring to put his hands on his sister, who wasn't even acting competitor, therefore had no right to assault her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 7:47 pm
Captain Hayes had a big old smile on his face after he kicked Dallas in the head but when he turned around to see Marshall getting back up on his feet instead of staying to fight Captain Hayes would drop and attempt to roll out of the ring.
Once out of the ring Captain Hayes would begin to walk backwards up the ramp towards backstage with a big old smile and laughing at both Marshall and Dallas knowing that this was only the beginning.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 8:17 pm
Marshall skidded to a halt when Hayes left the ring rather than take the beating he had coming to him. As he kept eye contact with the pirate, Marshall moved over and knelt by his sister, helping her up into a seated position. She groaned lowly as she held her skull. Other than the throbbing pain of being kicked, she was fine otherwise. Marshall, meanwhile, had his hand coated in blood, as well as part of his face. It seemed he had suffered a cut up on his scalp where the bottle had collided with his cranium.
Both siblings exchanged a look of displeasure and embarrassment before turning to glare at the smiling Captain Hayes, their expressions turned to that of anger. Dallas could be seen muttering something, first to Marshall, then something much more venom laced in the direction of the pirate. Meanwhile, Marshall continued to glare at the man while Dallas verbalized her anger. Slowly, he raised his blood covered hand up to his mouth where his tongue slithered out from between his lips to lick up some of the crimson liquid that coated his fingers. The corners of his lips turned upwards, smirking very slightly. The smirk itself seemed a bit condescending, as if to say "Big mistake".
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