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 Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 6:29 am
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 5:44 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
As Marshall's music began to play, no one had slipped out from behind the curtain for the first couple of moments. No Dallas in sight to perform her usual theatrics. Finally, out emerged a sullen Marshall, not a hint of a cocky smirk on his face, alone. Leroy did was not accompanying him thanks to the assault he had received on the show prior. He wasn't wearing his title around his waist. Instead, he was holding it by the strap, practically dragging it behind him as he proceeded to make his way down the ramp.
His gaze glanced from side to side among the crowds, not really taking the effort to showboat for them. He seemed distressed and tired, as if he hadn't gotten a good night's rest. As he looked through the crowd, he almost hoped he would see the face of his sister, whom he had no idea where she was, how she was doing or what was happening to her.
Reaching the ring, he slid into the ring, brushing back his long hair as he made his way over to the ropes and reached out to an official for a mic. His music faded as he brought the microphone up to his lips, "Come on, the sooner we do this, the sooner I can look for her." He returned the mic, and handed over his title, which he pretty much ignored throughout the entire entrance, before leaning himself against the corner to await his opponent.
Normally, he'd be a bit more psyched for the match, but he genuinely seemed like he was distracted or at least, not mentally focused. This, of course, was no disrespect to his opponent. He was just distraught over his missing kin and his battered and broken partner.
His eagerness to start and end the match was probably why he decided to make his entrance first rather than last, like most champions do.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 9:06 am
The twanging of the airy guitar hit the PA system, and the fans stood up in excitement and reverence of the Old and Pissed Off. The stage was still raised enough for an opening to appear in the center of it while the lights changed into an eerie blue and indigo color that cooled the mood. It was slow, it was plodding, but it was surely Shadow who was being raised up from under the stage, sitting in his rocking chair. Moving back and forth, he simply sat and stared forward while the Porcupine Tree song played into the lyrics, even after the elevator had reached the apex.Sunlight. Coming Through The Haze.
No Gaps In The Blind
To Let It Inside
The Bed Is Unmade
Some Music Still Plays
TV. Yeah It's Always On.
The Flicker On The Screen
A Movie Actress Screams
I'm Basking In The s**t
Flowing Out Of It[And his opponent, from the Land of the Setting Sun, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds: Shadow!]Shadow was slow to rise, giving off a feeling that he was older even still than he looked, but the wiser fans and wrestlers knew that it was a mistake to think that they could take advantage of Shadow's age, or that he wasn't still extremely dangerous as a human being and a wrestler. The look was a front, the legendary wrestler was more than able and capable. Shadow politely dusted himself off and gave a gentle bow, before making his way down to the ring, ignoring most of the fan reactions at ringside, whether positive or negative. He had only one focus right now.I'm Stoned. In The Mall Again.
Terminally Bored.
Shuffling 'Round The Stores.
And Shoplifting Is Getting
So Last Year's Thing.
X-Box. Is A God To Me.
A Finger On The Switch
My Mother Is A b***h
My Father Gave Up
Ever Trying To Talk To MeShadow slid into the ring, turning around as he did so, so that he ended up facing the stage that he'd come from rather than his opponent. He looked around as the fans cheered him and boo'd him thanks to his legendary status. He got up on all fours, then to one knee, before finally standing up tall. Shadow made his way over to one corner of the ring and carefully balanced himself climbing to the middle rope, before bending back and arching his head, spraying a putrid black mist into the air above the ring. Shadow turned and hopped off the turnbuckle, crouching in the corner, ready to begin the humbling.How Can I Be Sure I'm Here?
The Pills That I've Been Taking Confuse Me.
I Need To Know That Someone Sees That
There's Nothing Left
I Simply Am Not Here.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 6:12 pm
Once his opponent had arrived, Marshall pushed himself away from his corner as he heard the bell ring, starting the match.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Rolling his shoulders, Marshall tried to push back the thoughts of his missing sister, and instead, focus on this man, whom he had nothing but respect for. Moving in, Marshall would try to start things off with a lock up, minus the usual showboating he normally would have done or the trash talk. It was obvious he was not himself tonight.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 12:21 am
Shadow moved in to the east side of L.A. and locked up with Marshall. He didn't like that part of the neighborhood for all of the three seconds he had lived there and decided that west was a better neighborhood to raise three kids and a wife who was making her way as a part-time hairdresser. Attempting to take hold of one of Marshall's arms, Shadow made to give a wrist-lock behind his back.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 10:14 pm
[The winner of this contest is Shadow via pinfall.]
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