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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:22 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 5:54 pm
I've Been Cursed. I've Been Crossed.
I've Been Beaten By The Ones I That Get Me Off.
I've Been Cut. I've Been Opened Up.
I've Been Shattered By The Ones I Thought I Loved. The choppy electric guitar was only exaggerated by the brief silences between chords when it came to this particular entrance theme. If the House Our Father Built's entrance was constructed around the three Kings of King, their solo entrances must have been much more about who they were individually. Three people, one name, distinct personalities. This one was known as Carmyne King, but the announcer mentioned him differently.
[And the opponent, from Covington, Washington. Weighing in at 200 points, representing the House Our Father Built. Railery!]
The fans were expecting the young man to come out from the curtain as was his faction's way of doing things, but they were extremely surprised when they saw the hooded figure standing on top, instead, of the big screen Titantron. In his cloaked hood and wearing his black, red, and gold mask, he posed on top of the big screen. He wasn't wearing a safety harness and there were no protective paddings waiting below him on the stage. If he slipped and fell, it would be a catastophe. Railery posed with his hands crossed in front of him, linked at the thumbs, so that his pinky fingers formed a sort of crosshairs on the ring. He smirked under that mask of him and whispered to himself. "Your face, my feet." Lowering his hands, he looked at he feet and then kicked something off the ledge of the tron. A grappling rope. It fell low enough that it coiled on the stage itself, and he jumped off with reckless abandon, sliding down the rope using only his hands, and clenching tight as he neared the end of the journey, to slow down. His feet hit the stage, where upon he crouched low, before standing back up and throwing off his hood and cloak, but retaining his mask.
You Left Me Here Like A Chalk Outline
On The Sidewalk Waiting For The Rain
To Wash Away. Wash Away.
You Keep Coming Back To The Scene Of the Crime.
But The Dead Can't Speak.
And There's Nothing Left To Say Anyway.
All You Left Behind.
Is A Chalk Outline.
Railery hopped up and down, back and forth, before starting a quicker than quick walk down to the ring. Railery began his jog down to the ring, stopping only to visibly reject the high fives of some of the rampside fans. Months of head on attacks on popular stars had lef Railery quite disliked by the crowd here in BBW. He turned to jaw at the fans from behind his mask. "More than a name." He yelled at them as his music continued to play. As he neared the ring though, he kicked up to slide into the ring in one fluid moment that found him on his feet. Railery turned about, moving to one of the turnbuckles. Railery jumped up onto the middle turnbuckle and posed for the crowd. Without his coat on, his scars on his ribs were pretty apparent. He jumped down without incident and then backed away a few steps, before he ran at the turnbuckle again. He scaled up them one foot at a time, one step for each rope, before flipping about in a very parkour-influenced style, landing facing towards the center of the ring. He leaned down and took a microphone from ringside, which as fans knew, usually meant some business.
"You know, I am among one of the many wrestlers here in BBW that was paying very close attention this last week to Marshall Lee and Dallas Cruz on the internet. Just as a bit of a refresher for those of you in the crowd who don't know what the internet is, despite it being BBW's literal lifeblood, let me explain. You see, Marshall Lee came out on BBW.com last week to complain about the lack luster bit of competition that he and his sister have seen since their arrival here in BBW. In fact, he went as far as to offer up his sister's mouth sexually, for a good match. Well." Railery smirked in his mask, which caused the tone of his voice to change completely, as his hand dropped and cupped at his groin obscenely for everyone in the arena to see. "I'm right here, Dallas baby. I expect you to pay up by accepting my payload. But it's not just me tonight. Ladies and gentlemen put your hands together for the single most internet searched woman in BBW, the creator of the worldwide #1 trending hashtag, boob belt... MY lovely twin sister, Kayla!"
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 6:04 pm
The lights in the arena went out as the soothing and mystical sound of Anastasia chimed about. Fans watched, indigo flavored lights on the stage turning on and off in tune to the acoustic guitar. And then, suddenly came the high powered riffs of the electrical guitar from Slash, which the lavender lights continued to match excitedly. Just before Myles Kennedy started to sing, the female the music belonged to strutted out onto the stages.
 Blood Red Sky On A Desert Road
Gotta Make My Way Down To Mexico
For What I Did, I Know That It Was Wrong
The Fire In My Heart; It Will Never Die
Everything I Love Will Be Left Behind
No Turning Back, Forever Gone Tonight!
[And his tag team partner! From Covington, Washington. Representing the House Our Father Built... Kayla King!]
The purple-haired preppy woman stepped out onto the stage, angling her hips as she posed and waved hello to the fans of BBW for the very first time in her own entrance for competition. Her minature cloak trailing behind her with her momentum, Kayla lifted her hands to her lips and kissed them both gently before blowing a long kiss out both hands to the fans in an arc from left to right, bending over as she did so. She giggled at the fans excited greeting, as some of the men in the crowd couldn't find it in themselves to boo the girl who had gone scantily topless under the Crimson City Championship. The second-generation wrestler began to skip down to the ring. She couldn't help but smile and shrug at some of the more passionately booing fans, and then corrected her skipping, now simply walking down to the ring. She continued to wiggle her fingers at the rampside fans, eyes closed as she smiled wide at them. But her smile didn't seem warm or welcoming, it was obviously full of pride and disdain.
All My Love Anastasia... Anastasia...
This May Be Our Last Goodbye.
You Can't Save Me.
I Am Fading.
Blood Is On My Hands Tonight.
Kayla walked up the steps and out onto the apron, looking at the fans as she did so. Slipping into the ring she approached her corner and climbed up onto the middle rope. Taking a deep breath, she kissed her hands and slooooowly bent over at a right angle, blowing her kiss out to all the fans at ringside who egged her on. She smiled and turned, removing the little cloak, and walked over to Railery, taking the microphone from his hand sensually, directing her voice to the backstage area just as her brother had. "Ohhhh Dallas~ Come out and play! After my brother and I beat your brother and his weak link tag team partner, you're gonna come home with us and you're gonna give Carmyne all the attention in the world, just like your brother Marshall proposed! And we will win tonight, of course. Why?"Railery took the microphone back and laughed a little bit. "Because, literally, ******** you. That's why."
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 8:40 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
Marshall's music began to play, but rather than the same theatrics he and his sister would put on, the duo simply walked out from behind the curtain; Marshall wearing his alternate attire of tights rather than trunks and Dallas wearing a more casual, rocker-esque attire. Both were matching, down from color scheme to style. It was obvious they were a duo, a team, a partnership.
Marshall had a microphone in his hand and with the other, he motioned for his music to cease. The two planted themselves on top of the stage, staring down towards the ring at the fellow sibling duo that stood within. Dallas seemed annoyed, to say the least while Marshall glanced over at her and gave her an apologetic look. A bit of their conversation was picked up by the microphone on the brother's hand. It was a bit faint, but still audible. It was about the comment Marshall had said on his rant last week and now the negative attention his sister was receiving due to it.
"Why did you have to go and say that? Now look what you did."
"How was I supposed to know they were going to take me seriously? No one ever takes me seriously! It was a joke!"
Dallas crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from her brother, her way of saying she was done talking to him and for him to defend her. He had no problem doing so. Raising the mic up to his lips, his voice was now much more clear for everyone to hear. "Last week, I asked for a different variety of opponents. Ya know, for some steller quality opponents....and here I am, yet disappointed once again." He chuckled as he said this, particularly due to the response of the crowd. "And now one of them wants to skullbang my sister because he took what was suppose to be an obvious joke literally."
Marshall reached out and nudged Dallas on the arm, motioning for her to follow as they began to casually stroll down the ramp towards the ring. He continued to speak as they did this. "Now, kid, I don't blame you for one bit. My sister's gorgeous, there's no doubt about that. Sexy does run in the family, after all." As he said this, he rubbed his stubbly jaw with his hand, strongly implying that he was complimenting himself as well. The ever so arrogant Marshall was always quick to flaunt the attractiveness of his family. "But the thing is, my sister is too much woman for you, kiddo. Maybe when you're older, she might, and I stress 'might', be interested enough to humor you." Dallas could be seen finally smiling a little, glad her brother had righted his wrongs and defended her.
His eyes fell on Kayla, to which he gave a sly little smirk to. Oh there was that look. The same look he got whenever a certain lady managed to 'arouse' his interest. "Well hello there, little lady. Aren't you a pretty little thing?" He could almost be seen licking his chops at the sight of the lavender haired beauty. His free hand traveled downward to the waistband of his tights and pushed down a little, showing off his perfect V-line abs and that tattoo across his front, just above his groin area. "Tell you what, honey. How about after this match is over, I take YOU home and treat you to a nice evening? Hm? Pretty sure I can teach you a few moves. A little private lesson between us, how does that sound, Darlin'?"
He laughed at this, turning to a smirking Dallas to show his merriment with her before turning back to the siblings in the ring. "But first, I gotta beat you and your brother, which, let's be honest, it's going to happen. I hope there's no hard feelings between you and me, Beautiful." His attention was now on both Carmyne and Kayla, "Now, I won't be doing this on my own. I mean, I can, but that's not the rules of the match, no, no. I'll be assisted by my partner. Now, you called him a 'weak link'. For the most part, I kinda agree with you, because really. I'm the star of this tag team. I'm the one these people came to see. However! He is far from weak. Six foot four, two hundred and forty two pounds of pure muscle, just oozing of machismo!" Dallas could be seen biting her lower lip as her brother described his partner. It was obvious she was not exempt from Leroy's manly charms.
"Now if you still think Leroy Brown is a weak link, then I'm afraid I've got some 'bad news'..." Marshall tossed aside the mic, signalling that he was done talking and simply smirked up at the two within the ring, hoping from foot to foot, hyping himself up as he waiting for Leroy to make his own entrance. Dallas stood off beside him, reaching out to grab at the back of her brother's neck, her lips could be seen moving rapidly. It wasn't clear if she was saying something to him, mouthing off to the two in the ring or if she was chanting some sort of prayer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 7:45 pm
Leroy Brown hit the speakers as the big, bad Leroy Brown strolled out from the back with a swagger that would make Kanye West cringe.
Leroy took off his blue hoodie and threw it on the stage, before looking at Marshall and Dallas. "That was stupid." he mouthed, before making his way to ringside with Marshall Lee and Dallas Cruz in tow. Leroy hopped up on the apron and stepped over the top rope while Marshall assisted his sister onto the apron and jumped over the top rope himself. Leroy sat on the middle rope and held the ropes open for Dallas.
The three ghouls stepped forward and had a staredown with the demon spawn of Kelly King. Leroy pointed at both of them with his pointer and pinky. "Listen here you two scrubs, if either one of you ever calls me out like that again, I'll knock out every single one of your teefs so that the only thing you'll be calling out is your daddy when you go runnin back to him with your tails between your skinny little legs."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 10:50 pm
Railery put his arms up in defense and laughed. "Hey man. I don't even know you. Are you the referee?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:02 pm
The self absorbed, hot natured temper of Leroy Brown got the best of him, as he pointed at Railery and began to shout obscenities. "Why you little--" The ref had to get between the two of them and push Leroy away as the crowd began to get restless with chants of 'Let Them Fight! Let Them Fight!'.
Leroy was backed into a corner by the ref, who was attempting to get Leroy to calm down, or at least stop shouting. "--A-And it'll be so bad that...T-That they'll have to use your dental records!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:47 pm
Dallas quickly tried to step in as well, helping the ref restrain the much larger man. Evan Marshall tried his best to calm him...in his own Marshally way. "Easy there, ya big lummox." He would hold a hand up, as if that would help soothe things. "Let me start things off, you'll get your chance soon." Gesturing for Dallas to exit the ring, he turned to focus on the twins, wandering which one would decide to start out along with him.
Meanwhile, Dallas patted Leroy on the shoulder, "Deep breaths, big boy. They're just trying to get a rise out of you." Easy for her to say, and a bit hypocritical too. If anyone knew Dallas, they'd know of her own temper, which wasn't always kept in control. Dallas would follow her brother's order and went to slip through the ropes, leaving the two men to handle the business. However, she took her place at ringside, ever so alert in case she needed to step in and take matters into her own hands, in her own way. One thing did stuck her as odd though....why the hell was Leroy wearing blue when they said they would be wearing red!?
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 10:21 am
Railery stepped back with his arms raised, not even pretending he was about to fight Leroy before the match, instead instructing Kayla to take a backseat and get onto the apron, as obviously Railery would be starting the match.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 6:22 pm
Seeing that his sister was now outside, safe from harms way (for the most part), Marshall stepped away from his team's corner, towards the center of the ring. It seemed Railery was up first, and in all honesty, Marshall was just a tad bit disappointed. He kinda wanted Kayla for obvious reasons. "Alright," he muttered, mostly to himself as he waiting for the bell to ring and for his opponent to ready up. "Let's go, Kid."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 6:26 pm
"How do you like feet up your a**? Side ways or full frontal?" Railery asked as he stretched himself out of his corner, into the middle of the ring so the referee could ring the bell. Railery stood close to Marshall, his fingers and hands dancing in the air, headed in for a lock up with Lee.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 7:53 pm
Marshall snorted, although there was a bit of a sneer on his face, if one payed close attention. This kid had a mouth on him, something a spanking would have fixed as a child. "You sure do talk a lot of s**t, I'll give you that much." Once the bell rang, Marshall wiggled his fingered, popping his joints briefly before reaching up to lock up with Railery. He wasted no time attempting to apply pressure to the hold, trying to back up into his corner where his pretty twin sister stood.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 8:00 pm
"What else were we put on this earth to do?" Railery asked before slipping into the lock up. Railery was a little smaller and less muscular than Marshall by a decent amount. Power wrestling wasn't what he was built for, nor what he trained for. He tried to leverage Marshall away from the corner, but failed, giving up step by step until they were pretty much in Railery's tag corner with Kayla.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 3:08 pm
Just as Marshall had wanted. Keeping the hold on Railery, Marshall turned over to where Kayla was standing and tossed her a wink. In was every bit of Marshall's intention to mess with Railery's sister throughout this entire match, partly due to showing her that he was interested...in case she was too, as well as getting back for the twins messing with his sister. However, as he had winked at Kayla, even going as far as to blow a kiss at her, his grip would loosen ever so slightly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 6:38 pm
Kayla looked rather intrigued by Marshall Lee as she was given an up close and personal introduction to him in their tag corner. He gently tapped Railery's shoulder, tagging in, and smiled cutely at Marshall. Kayla King lifted one of her long legs up, ankle laying on top of the top rope, stretching right in front of Marshall, before setting her feet back down. While Marshall may have been enamored with her, possibly, Kayla would try to jump over the top rope and put her crotch in Marshall's face, trying to swing the momentum of her body with a hurricanrana towards the middle of the ring!
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