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 Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 5:22 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the BBW TV CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first..."  Weather: Cloudy, dry cold air.
Wind: 4 mph
Temperature: 55 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:06 am
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
As expected, when Marshall's theme hit, there were no theatrics, no fancy magic tricks. He emerged from the back, stoic and solemn, very unlike his usual self. He held his title by the strap, practically dragging it behind him, not really paying much mind to it. There were dark circles under his eyes, which were covered by his rather messy hair, and his usually clean shaven face was dark with stubble. This man was not in the right state of mind.
He stalked down to the ring, as quiet as a ghost, while the ring announcer called out his presence. He glanced briefly to the fans on either side, rather embarrassed for them to see him in such a state. He didn't bother to showboat for them or reach out to make contact. Marshall hoped they wouldn't hold it against him. He had something to take care of. Hopefully, when that was all said and done, things can go back to normal. Hopefully, they would understand.
Rolling into the ring, he stood and glanced at the ring announcer before wandering over to his corner, his title still hanging low at his side. Normally, he would have entered last, but the sooner this he got his hands on the b*****d that tormented him and his sister, the quicker things can go back to how they were. He needed to win this match. For Dallas.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 1:27 am
After the TV Champion had made his appearance, the various spotlights in the brightly lit field began to shutter off, one by one. Slowly, each one flickered... and zapped off. When the last one finally died away, it left the entire area in a sea of darkness. Shortly following the dead abyss, an ear-piercing whine echoed over the sound system, followed by faint sound of a drum. A guitar began to strum through the air as the music continued. However, there was no sign of the challenger... not yet. Find myself within...
Darkness twisting me around...
There is nothing I can doubt.A handful of spotlights began to hum back to life when the drumbeat finally kicked in and scanned through the fan area, as if looking for the challenger. They even flashed by the stage, noting there was no sign of him. The music continued to hum through the air, completely oblivious to the lack of entrant. This world doesn't spin,
It just turns itself around... and around...
The night chokes tight,
In the nerves...As the chorus drew near, the spotlights flickered and went out just like their predecessors. But a mere instant later, they all flashed on to point at the stage. There stood the tormentor of Marshall's little sister, and his challenger of the evening. The man only known so far as Dani Vengeance stood on the stage, a picture perfect image of the man that had addressed Marshall days ago. In his right hand was a long burlap sack that went all the way down to the metal grating. As the chorus picked up, he began to stride down the ramp, dragging the bag behind him. Can't breathe to scream...
LONG. WAY. DOWN.
Suffocating in this dream...
LONG. WAY. DOWN.
LONG. WAY. DOWN.
LONG.
WAY.
DOWN.As the chorus stopped, and the music came to an abrupt decline, Dani stopped on the center of the ramp and turned to face the stage. He made a motion for something to follow him with his free hand. A moment later, his assistant Alexander Dramien came walking out with what seemed to be a luggage carousel in tow. The carousel had a tall, wide white sheet covering it, suggesting that something of worth was located on it. Nothing other than the size of the sheet suggested what it might be. Marshall's sister, Dallas Cruz. Losing all I know...
Hope is dreamt and lost...
Walking a tight rope, bound... to slip...As the song continued on, Alexander dragged the carousel down the ramp, while Dani faced the ring and continued his path towards Marshall. His black eyes latched onto the man as a strange grin played across his lips. Tonight was going to be fun for the brute of a man. Sound is a twisted lullaby...
Touch is the slice before the blood.
Soon, something's got to give in...Dani and Alexander circled the ring with their luggage in tow, letting all the fans see the carousel and the burlap sack that accompanied them. Almost every single fan sat in confusion or booed the pair loudly; while Marshall wasn't a favorite, no one appreciated the kind of psychological torture these men inflicted on Dallas Cruz. Surely, BBW wouldn't let the monsters actually be part of the company. Can't lose control...
Remember to focus! (to focus...)
So I can find,
My way... out...Once the two made a full rotation around the ring, Dani dropped the burlap sack by the steps and moved to stand at the apron, staring at the TV Champion the whole time. He slid his jacket off and pulled himself in the ring, sliding his pale body across the mat until he was fully inside the ring. As the chorus went on, he slowly brought himself to a standing position. Once he was at his full height of 6'4". He stood exactly toe-to-toe with Marshall, both men being at the same height. Can't breathe to scream...
LONG. WAY. DOWN.
Suffocating in this dream....
LONG. WAY. DOWN.
LONG. WAY. DOWN.
LONG.
WAY.
DOOOOOWN...The music faded away with the last note of the chorus, and the lights began to flicker back on. Now, standing toe-to-toe, nose-to-nose... Marshall Lee, and Dani Vengeance. Both extremely pale, both ready for the match to begin. A grin rested on Dani's lips the whole time, suggesting that he knew something Marshall did not. But what that was... he couldn't say. Ding-ding!
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:42 pm
Marshall's heart dropped when he watched his sister's kidnappers make their presence known. Dani, dragging a sack with who knows what in it, and his lackey pushing a carousel around. It didn't take him long to figure out what was within it. He needed to win this match. He had to. Not because his ego and arrogance told him, but because he had to rescue his sister from these monsters.
His eyes were locked on the carousel with the white sheet, occasionally glancing over to Dani and Alexander, but his main concern was his sister and her well being. Last he saw her, she wasn't doing so great. It rather comforted him that the audience gave no love to these men. Granted, Marshall wasn't exactly everyone's top star, but they sympathized for what his sister had been put through.
He wanted to rush over to the carousel, snatch up his sister and run, but he knew the odds weren't in his favor if he took that route. This was their game he was playing.
Instead, he kept still, holding his title in his hand, staring at Dani with a murderous look in his eye. He felt the urge to rip his throat out with his bare teeth. This wasn't going to be easy one bit. This man obviously knew how to get under someone's skin, he knew how to ******** with someone's mind until he could mold them into a broken, defeated heap.
His music faded and all that was heard was the boo's of the crowd and any other verbal feedback they were giving the two men in the ring. The bell rang and the match had begun.
However, Dani's grin...it was unsettling. It didn't sit right with the vampire. It kept Marshall from making any movements. Something was up and he had no idea what it was.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 7:31 pm
Dani stood toe-to-toe with Marshall, his grin unwavering even after the bell rang. It was as if Dani was clued in on some joke, and he had no intentions of sharing it with the world. What was so funny to this twisted man?
Jokes were for later though, this match had officially started after all. Dani took a step back after he noticed Marshall wasn't quick to making a move. Instead of taking advantage of the man, he held his right glove out to his opponent... for a handshake?
"No hard feelings, of course?" He muttered to his opponent, the smile never once leaving his lips.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 7:58 pm
If looks could kill, Dani would be vaporized at this very moment. He didn't want to be anything where this guy, unless there his fists and his feet were caving his face in. Yet here he was, smiling like some sort of freak, offering his hand for a shake? Seriously?
Marshall furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, giving him a look that read 'Are you kidding me?' The boo's of the audience buzzed in his ears, it was almost overwhelming. He heard several of the crowd members shout out their disapproval at him, warning him not to do fall for it. Marshall didn't need to be told twice.
Reaching out, he smacked Dani's hand away, the look of disdain on his face as he did so. No way. Not after the things he did and the things Marshall saw.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:04 pm
What a show of disrespect on the part of the champion. Dani's hand was smacked away, showing the world that there was no love lost between Marshall and the Dallas' kidnapper. A look of shock crossed Dani's face at the notion, seemingly stunned as his hand was smacked away.
His hand fell back to his side, and the challenger finally broke eye contact to look down at it, still stunned by the notion of disrespect. However, a mere second later, he glared back into Marshall's eyes and shot his right hand upward, aiming to hit the champion with a sudden uppercut to the jaw!
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:21 pm
Well, he had this coming to him. Never good ever happened from smacking away a hand offered for a handshake. But to be fair, Marshall was in the right. No more than a second later, Dani's shot a glare right back at him and sent his hand shooting upwards, nailing Marshall with an uppercut that nearly sent one of his fangs flying out of his mouth.
Marshall brought his hands up to his jaw, clutching it in his hold as he tried to soothe the stinging pain that shot through his mandible. However, the vamp was as alert as ever now. There was no way he could let this guy get the upper hand. Pulling one of his hands from his jaw, he would try to retaliate with a forearm to the side of his head.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:25 pm
The first blow had been dealt, and already things were looking good for the man that had been tormenting Marshall. Before he had a chance to follow up on the uppercut, Marshall showed that he wasn't about to be down and out already. Marshall sent that forearm flying into Dani's head, connecting squarely with the side of it.
The challenger stumbled backwards, holding his head to dull the pain. Despite losing his advantage, he wasn't going to be the first man to go down. Attempting to regain his foothold on this match, Dani shot his boot out, hoping to bring it smashing right into the TV Champion's stomach!
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:37 pm
As Dani stumbled backwards, Marshall took a step forwards in order to continue his assault, looking to try and bring this creep down and hopefully put him out long enough to buy him some time to go check on what he hoped was his sister underneath that white sheet. However, as soon as he moved forward, he walked right into his opponent's foot that was driven right into his midsection. Marshall heaved loudly and hunched over, his arms around his stomach. His momentum was stopped as quick as it had started.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:41 pm
Dani wiped the side of his face with his hand after connecting with the boot. The previous grin had now been replaced with a look of pure annoyance; a furrowed brow, narrowed eyes, and a noticeable lack of a smile could easily be seen by the crowd. The crowd had yet to see how this man would react to being struck, but they would soon find out.
After delivering the boot, Dani attempted to grab Marshall by the waist of his pants and the back of his neck. If successful, he'd aim to run the man into the nearest turnbuckle and ram him into the steel ringpost!
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 9:08 pm
Marshall groaned as he held his midsection, trying to hurry and relieve himself of some of the ache so that he could properly stand and continue on before Dani could do anything else to him. Sadly, that wasn't the case, as he felt the back of his trunks grabbed as well as the back of his neck. Oh dear.
As much as he tried to resist, Marshall found himself being lunched into the steel ringpost. The sound of his shoulder colliding with the metal post echoed through the arena, drawing out a loud "Ooooh!" from the crowd. Marshall hissed and cursed in pain, his hand shooting up to clutch at his shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 11:43 am
After sending the TV Champion hurtling into the steel post, Dani turned away and paced towards the other side of the ring, running a free hand through his long locks as he did. Once he was a sizable distance away, he'd turn to wait and see if Marshall was making any attempt to stand. Should he do so, Dani would break out in a sudden sprint across the ring, aiming to knock the man back into the turnbuckle with a dropkick!
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 8:39 am
With some difficulty, Marshall staggered onto his feet, still clutching at his aching shoulder. He gave it a quick squeeze, feeling to see if something was out of the ordinary, perhaps a dislocation. Thankfully, no. But it was probably going to be killing him for the rest of the match. Slowly, he turned to face his opponent...before being knocked back into the turnbuckle with a drop kick. He grunted as his back collided with the corner of the ring, falling into a seated position. So far, things were definitely not in his favor.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:09 pm
Dani landed on his side after the dropkick, making a loud thud against the mat. He was quick to spring back up to his feet just a moment later; after all, he didn't want to lose this lead in the match. Once he was up at his full height, and hoping Marshall was still down, he'd attempt to corner the downed man and press his boot against the champion's face! He was aiming to crush the vampire's head, it seemed!
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