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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 10:38 am
"The following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match, and is for the BBW TV CHAMPIONSHIP! In this contest, a competitor may make a pinfall or submission anywhere within the grounds of Riverfront Park! Introducing first..."  Weather: Cold. Snow-covered grounds, flurries.
Wind: 6 mph
Temperature: 15 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 9:07 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
Shivering in their seats, the audience waited rather impatiently for the start of the next match, huffing their warm breath into their hands, huddling together to keep themselves warm. As Marshall's song began to play, almost everyone stood to their feet to watch the vampire, the man who went through every length to rescue his kin, make his entrance.
'Reach out and touch faith'
A very different Marshall appeared from behind the curtain, wearing a long black coat and an equally dark beanie up on his head. He had a look of relief on his handsome face, looking as if he had finally slept for the first time in years. How could he not? Now that he knew his sister was safe and away from harm's way. However, he was alone. Dallas had wanted to accompany him, but her elder brother insisted she stay behind and keep out of the public eye for a while.
Standing on the top of the stage, his breath could be seen clouding out in front of him with every steady inhale and exhale he took. Among the white snow that cloaked the stage, the winter aesthetic only seemed to make the vampire appear much more pale. Around his waist, something was missing. His title, the one he was about to fight every tooth and nail for. Now that his sister was back under his wing, he can focus on the second most important thing in his life.
He began to move forward, specks of white snowfall landing on his beanie and coat, which the man ignored for the most part. He wore no top beneath this coat, his strong and chiseled physique put on display for his admirers.
"Making his way to the ring, from Corpus Christi, Texas...weighing in at 221lbs...Marshall Lee!"
Marshall slid himself into the ring, slithering towards the center where he positioned himself like a predator scoping out it's prey. This was a new side of Marshall the audience was seeing. A side of an animal willing to rip apart anything that threatened his family. This, they saw first hand each time he, Dani and Alexander were in the same area. This Marshall wasn't the typical fun loving and playful vampire. This Marshall had his mind set on two things: Destroy and reclaim.
Standing to his feet, he moved over to the ring corner, where he stood up on the middle rope, with his legs crossed on either side of the rope and his arms stretched outward, the coat spreading open as he did this, revealing his body once again to his admirers, which voiced their approval.
Hoping down into the ring, he didn't bother to remove his coat or beanie as his music began to die down and his turn came to wait for his opponent. Why should he? He was freezing his nads off. The coat and beanie stay for as long as they can.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 7:35 pm
After the Marshall 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 elusive TV Champion. 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 TV Champion. The man only known so far as Dani Vengeance stood on the stage. 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, every light in the field went out. Not a single light was left on, and there was no sign of Dani. Losing all I know...
Hope is dreamt and lost...
Walking a tight rope, bound... to slip...Sound is a twisted lullaby...
Touch is the slice before the blood.
Soon, something's got to give in...Can't lose control...
Remember to focus! (to focus...)
So I can find,
My way... out...As the verse came to an end, the lights suddenly flashed back on at full intensity. Dani was now standing on the apron, staring at the former TV Champion with a wicked grin on his lips. He slid his jacket off and stepped into the ring; against the snow, his pale skin made him seem like he was made of the falling precipitation. 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. Dani stood facing Marshall, with the belt firm around his waist. He took his time shedding the glorified championship before handing it off to the referee. Now, he stood ready. Anticipating. Longing, to face Marshall once more. To bring this chapter of his life to a close. To make Marshall's fears come to life again. There was no sign of their companions. No sign of exterior help on either end. Toe-to-toe, head-to-head, these men would clash once more. Judging by the wicked grin on Dani's face... he had tricks hidden once again, as well. Ding-ding!
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:37 pm
Marshall kept to the safety of his corner, watching his opponent, whom he had the most unbelievable hatred for, make his entrance. He was holding a burlap sack with him, giving Marshall a very uneasy feeling again. Last time there was a bag involved...
He shuddered, feeling his skin prickle up. Not due to the cold, but due to the discomfort just thinking about what happened last time, having those slithery, vile creatures thrown at him. The lights switched out and Marshall quickly went on edge, his eyes glowing eerily until they switched back on and there stood Dani Vengeance standing, his pale skin making him seen as inhuman as the vampire in the ring.
Dani was holding the TV title, the very one Marshall pined for now. Dani and his lackey had taken his sister and his title, and now that he already had Dallas back, he only had one more left to reclaim. Marshall's eyes narrowed as he eyed Dani who stood facing him, watching him taking his time unstrapping it and handing over to the referee.
Dani's associate wasn't present and neither was Dallas. Just two men in the ring, with two seemingly different motives on their mind. But Marshall knew, oh he knew. Dani was not going to let up on his tricks and schemes just because he was alone. Marshall had to be just as careful, if not, more.
Shrugging off his long coat, and tossing it out to the ring side official, Marshall clenched his fists as the bell rang, signaling the start of their match. Marshall was ready. Or, at least he thought he was.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 12:49 pm
As soon as the bell rang, Dani took off. This wasn't going to be a repeat of last time, oh no. This was going to be a completely different match. He attempted to bring his gloved fists colliding into the side of Marshall's head in a quick flurry of blows! He was taking him down, one way or another!
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 5:22 pm
Marshall instinctively flinched as the bell rung and Dani immediately lunged towards him, fists a flying against his skull. He tried his best to shield the blows, while backing up as he did so. But he wasn't going to let his opponent get the upper hand this quick. Oh no, if Marshall was going down, he was taking Dani with him. As Dani seemed to focus on hitting his upper portion, Marshall would try to swing his own flurry of blows towards Dani's midsection whenever he found an opening to do so.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 5:53 pm
The blows were flying like flies around a pie, as each man sent fists towards eachother. While Dani aimed for the head, Marshall was aiming for the gut. Dani had the upperhand as he was forcing Lee back towards the corner, but he knew he couldn't take the blows to the chest forever. In an attempt to end the battle, Dani would try to pummel Marshall until the man was in the corner; from there, he'd attempt to beat him down towards the mat into a sitting position, trying his best to endure the blows as he did! Would he make it, or would Marshall outsmart the self-proclaimed 'psychologist'.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 6:54 pm
With each punch delivered and received, Marshall took a step back until he was pressed up against the turnbuckle. He could feel himself sinking downwards with every blow he took from Dani. But something stirred in Marshall, the creature inside him. Dani managed to get to the better of him each time they faced one another, but not this time. Reaching out to try and grab hold of the sides of Dani's head, Marshall glared very briefly into the eyes of Dani, forcing him to see his eerie, vampric eyes for a split second, before unleashing headbutt after headbutt.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 7:00 pm
The vampire's glare met the black void of Dani's pupils, but that contact was broken almost as soon as it was established. Before Dani couldn't react or continue to push Marshall down to the mat, he found himself in quite the predicament; his head was being bashed in by Marshall's thick cranium! How many times did Marshall crash his own skull into Dani's? Who could tell? But however many times it was, it was enough to send Dani staggering backwards and onto his a**, if Marshall did in fact let of the man's face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 9:17 pm
No one wins with a headbutt, Marshall would think as he delivered one last blow, feeling the pain and throbbing immediately set. After the last headbutt, he would aid Dani in staggering backwards by giving him a shove by the head before hissing and baring his fangs angrily at him. As that happened, Marshall stumbled backwards against the turnbuckle once more, trying his best to keep himself upright by holding onto the ropes. However, due to the dazed, dizzy and groggy feeling of too many blows to the head, his legs rather gave out on him.
Trying to shake the stunned feeling away, he locked his gaze on Dani, sneering at him. Not today, he thought, he wasn't going to bring him down as easily as before. Pushing himself off the turnbuckle, he took a few groggy steps towards Dani, attempted to bring him flat on his back with a shift superkick to his jaw while he was seated.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 10:09 pm
Dani felt himself collapse down to the mat after the series of headbutts, rendering him rather discombobulated. Headbutts were a nasty business, but Marshall would pay for such an attack.
Just as Dani was regaining his senses and attempt to stand, his climb to his feet was halted immediately. Marshall's heel cracked against his jaw, sending him down to the mat on his back!
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 7:24 pm
As the kick connected, laying his opponent out flat on his back, Marshall wooziness had crept back up and caused his legs to give out on him. Marshall collapsed into a kneeling position, shaking his head to try and brush away the dazed feel from the headbutts he had delivered. But he knew he couldn't take all the time he needed, Dani wasn't going to stay down forever. Crawling over to his fallen opponent, Marshall attempted to drape himself over Dani, hooking his leg in the process for a quick attempt for a win.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 7:47 pm
Would the fate of the BBW TV Championship be determined so easily? Would a superkick be all it took to put the 'psychologist' down?
One!
Tw-
Before the referee could bring his hand down for the two count, Dani's arm shot right up! He wasn't going down!
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 3:43 pm
When Dani broke out of the pin, Marshall let out a frustrated hiss of disapproval. He pushed himself away from Dani, trying shoving his opponent's head in the process, just to do be douche. "p***k," he spat, loud enough for Dani to hear.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:16 pm
The side of Dani's head bounced against the mat, his hair falling in front of his face afterwards. Without much way to fight on the ground, Vengeance tried to crawl away from Marshall, hoping to put distance between them.
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