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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 9:33 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Temperature: 72 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 8:41 pm
Rather than Marshall's music playing, Dallas Cruz walked out onto the stage in silence. The crowd cheered at the sight of her, but quickly hushed up to pay close attention to what the Voodoo Queen had in store. She stood at the center of the stage, with her cane planted right in front of her, both hands on the skull handle. Her lips smirked as she panned her eyes throughout the eager crowd, feeling a sense of importance as they voiced their approval of her.
Removing her hat, she stepped aside and let her cane go, which surprisingly enough, remained standing upright and in place. Dallas reached into the feathered hat and pulled out a hand fun of red power before placing the top hat down onto the cane for safe keeping. With the powder, she let the soft substance flow from her fingers, making a circle on the stage. The tall woman took a few steps back when she was done and gave the crowd a look as if to say, 'Ready for this?' She then snapped her fingers, causing the ring to burst into very tall flames.
Judging by the reactions of the crowd, they seemed to be impressed, which was joined by another wave of excitement when the flames died down and there in the middle of the circle was a black coffin, standing upright. Dallas moved over to the casket and opened the top portion, revealing that it was empty. Definitely not what the crowd had expected from the looks of it.
Dallas closed the casket before pressing her hands and forehead against the top, her back was facing the crowds. It was silence for a few moments, before the sounds of drums began to play. Dallas' hips began to stir and shake. As the music's rhythm began to pick up, Dallas pulled away from the coffin and continued to dance around it, gyrating her hips and chest, treating the fans to a show as well as first hand view of how exactly her rituals occur.
The crowd (particularly the males and perhaps some of the females) watched in awe as Dallas performed this little number, watching her gyrate around on stage. The flowing fabric of her attire flowed around her, giving her a bit of a whimsical appearance. Finally, the music came to a stop, to which Dallas did as well, facing the coffin. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the lid of the casket, leaving her lips marked onto the black, shiny surface.
As she moved away, the coffin's lid suddenly detached itself from the rest of the casket and feel forward with a loud 'thud'. There, in the previous empty space, was Marshall. His eyes were closed and his arms were crossed over his chest in a typical 'deceased' manner. It was then that his own music began to play.
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
'Reach out and touch faith!'
His eyes opened, glowing rather eerily. And that wasn't all, either. On his body, was some sort of glowing body paint, forming intricate markings that most likely came from Dallas herself. He stepped out of the coffin, letting the crowd take in his appearance, which they gladly did so.
His sister, who had her cane back in her hand and her hat back on her head, approached him and gave him a look, to which he exchanged with one of his own. They smirked at one another, and together, they began to descend down the ramp.
"Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Dallas Cruz, from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 229lbs, Marshall Lee!"
As they journeyed down to the ring, Dallas offered winks and smiles to both sides of the crowd while Marshall arrogantly held his arms outward so the audience could get a better look at him and his body paint. The male of the Cruz duo made his way towards the side of the ring, where he hopped up on the apron and slipped in between the ropes. Dallas, who was trailing behind, opted to use the steel steps to make her way up. As her brother showboated for the crowd, she would stand off to the side, allowing him to take the spot light for himself.
While he moved around the ring, showing off to all sides of the crowd, Dallas remained by the ropes, watching her brother's antics with an amused smile. Marshall clapped the ref on the shoulder in friendly manner, before leaning himself against the ropes next to his sister as they waited for his opponent. He could be seen muttering to Dallas, to which she only nodded and muttered something back to him. What they were saying was unknown, but judging by the smirks on their faces, it seemed they might have some tricks up their sleeves.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 5:33 pm
After the little show Dallas and Marshall put on Black Aggression began to play through the arena as the crowd erupted in boos. Once the rock part of the song began cannon fire was heard through the entire arena as Captain John Hayes walked out on the stage without his hat and jacket though. Instead he had two black bags and a necklace on made entirely of garlic clumps showing that he was prepared for his battle with Marshall tonight. "Introducing the opponent, standing at 6ft and weighing in at 219lbs from the Seven Seas, he is Captain John Hayes!" Captain Hates began his rather energetic walk down to the ring laughing to himself while the crowd continued in their attempts to boo the pirate captain out of the building to no effect. Once at ring side Captain Hayes would run and slide into the ring making sure the garlic necklace held and dropped the 2 black bags he was carrying in one of the corners, but kept the necklace on as the music died down. Captain Hayes was just staring right at Marshall now waiting for the bell to ring.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 8:59 pm
Both siblings watched with disdain as Marshall's opponent had made his way towards the ring, carrying two bags and what seemed to be garlic around his neck. Marshall sneered and held his nose as the burning sensation reached him as soon as Hayes entered the ring. It had taken him days to recover from that garlic attack this a** had delivered to him backstage. It was quite the severe allergic reaction.
Marshall gently pushed Dallas towards the ropes, his way of telling her to exit the ring, to which she did without question. The bell then rang.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Normally, he'd be approaching his opponent by now, but seeing as Hayes still kept the garlic with him, Marshall stayed put and glared into him. He turned to the ref and would mutter something about not going near him as long as he had that line of garlic. Dallas could be heard telling the referee the same thing, ordering him to take it away.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:21 pm
[The winner of this contest via submission is Marshall Lee.]
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