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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:50 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a TV Contendership match! The winner of this contest will go on to face the TV Champion for the title at Solar Slam! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 2:53 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
As the music began to play, Dallas Cruz waltz out onto the stage, wearing a mostly casual attire consisting of a pair of tight black bottoms, a purple corset and a dark purple scarf that was wrapped over her head, creating a hood on her pretty head. In her hand, she carried a velvet drawstring bag, to which she opened and reached in as she came to a stop at the center of the stage, walking back and forth, pausing and turning every now and then so the crowd could get a good look at her. A large majority of them whistled, cheered and hollered in approval of the enigmatic Voodoo Queen. The audience watched as she pulled out a handful of red powder and allowed the dust to slip from her fist, forming a circle onto the stage. To the surprise of many, as Dallas took a few steps back, the circle began to sizzle and smoke began to rise from the ground where the powder seemed to be having some sort of reaction.
'Reach out and touch faith!'
When the lyrics were said, Dallas raised a hand and snapped her fingers. As soon as she did this, there was an loud, popping noise that practically shook the entire stage. The circle burst into flames, abnormally deep red in color, that grew tall, much taller than Dallas who stood off to the side of the circle, a smirk plastered on her lips. The flames then shrank down to reveal Marshall Lee standing within the circle, completely unharmed by the strange colored fire that was summoned by his sister.
Marshall smirked over at Dallas, to which the Voodoo Queen returned with a smirk of her own and motioned for him to head on down to the ring, which he did so with no complaints, taking his time to interact with the fans: fist bumping some fans, kissing some of the female audience, the whole shebang. Meanwhile, Dallas hanged back on the stage and motioned for someone to join them from the back. That someone was none other than the very man that had been hanging around with Marshal and his sister for the past two weeks, Leroy Brown.
The large man seemed very unimpressed by the duo's theatrics and could be seen muttering something about how "stupid and over the top" Marshall's entrances were. Dallas simply ignored the sourpuss of a brute and followed Marshall down the ramp with Leroy in tow.
"Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Dallas Cruz and Leroy Brown, from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 229lbs, Marshall Lee!"
Marshall hopped up onto the apron and did a little showboating while Dallas climbed up onto the steps, joining him up on the ring apron. He sat on the ropes to let her in, to which she repayed the favor by doing the same for him. As the siblings entered the ring, Leroy made his way around and headed towards the commentary table, where he sat in the seat set out for him and placed on his headset, ready to talk some mad crap about pretty much everyone he deemed worthy of his bullying.
While Marshall 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. Dallas' face was mostly hidden by her purple scarf, until her hands pushed back the cloth just a bit to reveal her pretty face smirking at her brother as her violet colored lips could be seen moving as she leaned in to mutter something only for Marshall's ears. Her brother, only nodded in response and the two glanced over at the commentary table, at Bad News Brown. Either they were teasing him or they were simply reassuring themselves of the extra muscle in their corner tonight.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 6:02 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, making his way to the ring accompanied to the ring by the House Our Father Built, Kayla King and the BBW Television Champion, Serenno King... from Covington, Washington. Weighing in at 200 points... 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 his opponent, Marshall Lee, in 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. Behind him, however, Serenno King, the BBW Television Champion, and Railery's twin sister Kayla King came out from the back, rather lax on the extreme sports escapades that their brother Carmyne involved in his entrance. 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. Serenno walked around the ring, pointing at Leroy Brown, signalling he'd best keep to himself during the proceedings of the match, while Kayla wiggled her fingers at Dallas while she walked around the ring, before blowing Marshall a kiss.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 6:33 pm
As Marshall watched Railey do his flips and stunts off the ropes, he had half in mind to knock him over, just to be a d**k. He turned his attention away for a brief moment, catching sight of Serreno and his pretty belt, as well as Kayla and her pretty self. Serreno at ringside worried him a little, however, it was reassuring having Leroy (despite how much Marshall thought he was a jerk) around. As for Kayla, well, surely Dallas can handle her if she got a little mischievous.
He turned his attention back to Railey, with Dallas' hand on his hand and the other on his biceps, with her lips muttering something into his ear. Beneath her hood, her eyes seemed glazed over and lifeless as she chanted the unheard words into her brother's ear. Within a few more seconds, her eyes regained their color and life and she smirked up at the vamp, before patting his arm as if to say "There we go."
Marshall nodded to her in appreciation before gesturing out of the ring, motioning for her to exit. He sat against the ropes, letting her slip out before taking his place back at his corner. He grabbed at the top ropes and leaned forward, giving himself a quick stretch while staring straight at Railery, his eyes appearing eerily inhuman for a brief moment.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 10:02 am
When Marshall turned his head to look at Railery, he was standing much closer than he had been originally, watching Dallas' hind-end as she stepped out of the ring. When the kid's eyes met Marshall Lee's, he backed away just a little bit and shouted at him from under his mask. "Hey man, you need to get that eye thing of yours checked out!"
Before Marshall could reply to his snarky comment, he threw a kick Marshall's way, aimed at his outer thigh.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 8:59 pm
Marshall was a bit surprised to see Railery much closer than he had been before, however it seemed he had backed off a bit when he noticed Marshall's eyes, to which he commented on. Before he could reply back to the smart mouth, Marshall was struck in the thigh with a sharp kick. He yelped and clutched at the area, grabbing onto the rope to try and balance himself as his leg gave out some, "...Punk a** kid..." he grunted with displeasure and a bit of irritation.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 11:57 pm
With Marshall grabbing the rope, Railery laughed at the man with a loud jovial and mocking chuckle. He leaned out and grabbed Marshall's head by his hair, trying to push his opponent's face against the top rope and drag it along the top, burning Lee's face. "Let's go on a walk!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 3:48 pm
Two things just happened that were huge no-no's in Marshall's book. One, his hair was grabbed. No one should ever touch Marshall's hair without his permission. He doesn't even let his women grab at his hair. Secondly, he was taking damage to his face. Oh god, not the face! His gorgeous, gorgeous face. As his head was dragged down against the rope, he could feel the material begin to burn into his skin, causing him to yelp out and try to struggle against Railery's hold. He would even go as far as to try and thrust his elbow backwards, hoping to try and make a hit, despite not really looking where he was aiming.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 10:44 am
Railery was only half even paying attention as he drug Marshall's face along the top rope, heading towards the turnbuckle. In fact, when the elbow came reeling away from Lee's person, Railery was jabber jocking to his sister at ringside. Marshall's sister, that is. In the middle of a particularly lewd and sexual taunt, Marshall's elbow clocked Railery in the side of the head, making Carmyne let go and stumbled back into the middle of the ring.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 3:19 pm
Dallas smirked at Railey's lewd comments towards her, something about meeting him in the parking lot after the match and the sorts. How cute. She peered at him from underneath her hood, her eyes locked on the masked male. The comments didn't upset her really, it amused her. She retaliated with her own comments about being too much woman for him to handle and to come see her 'after he comes of age'. While this was happening, Marshall managed to get Railery's hands off of him with an elbow to the head. ******** finally. Touching his face very briefly to make sure there was no scarring or cuts, Marshall quickly whipped around and attempted to deliver a clothesline with his sleeved arm to the younger male.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 8:46 pm
[The winner of this contest is Marshall Lee via pinfall.]
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