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 Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2015 4:59 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 5:50 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
'Reach out and touch faith'
Out from behind the curtain emerged the first ever two time champion of BBW, Marshall Lee, with that pretty title of his around his waist and his sister trailing behind him. She seemed a little more stable and not as nervous anymore since the last time. However, she did seem a little...sketchy. As if she was focused on something else besides her brother's match. None the less, she turned to him and offered him a small reassuring smile as they stood side by side up at the top of the ramp.
Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the Voodoo Queen, Dallas Cruz, from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 225lbs...Marshall Lee!
Patting his lovely title around that gorgeous toned waist of his, Marshall nodded towards Dallas, motioning for her to follow after him as he proceeded to make his way down the ring, taking his time to interact with the fans. This of course, consisted of giving out some high fives and blowing some kisses to some of the adoring ladies.
Dallas followed after him, her lips moving and mumbling as she looked back and forth on either side of her, smiling sweetly at the fans who had definitely made her feel very much welcomed when she had returned from her torment. As to what exactly the Voodoo Queen was mumbling, it was hard to tell. Was it a curse for Marshall's mystery opponent or a blessing her for half brother?
Marshall approached the ring and hopped onto the ring apron, posing and show boating for the audience as Dallas climbed up the steps. Marshall sat on the second rope, pulling up the top one while he did so to allow Dallas to climb on it before following after her.
Once in the ring, he would continue to show boat, climbing up on the ring posts to pose and smirk out to the crowd, while Dallas' hazel eyes looked around. She eyed the referee, all four sides of the ring, even to Commentator Guy and Commentator Troy out at ring side. Something was definitely up with her, but from the looks of it, nothing much to worry about. In Marshall's case, at least.
Marshall's music began to fade out, meaning it was time to await the arrival of his mystery person that no one backstage would tell him about. He was rather nervous, eager to find out who exactly his opponent was. But of course, that cocky, confident smirk he wore on the surface would mislead people into thinking otherwise.
Dallas took to his side, staring up at the ramp along side with her brother. Her eyes narrowed curiously. She, too, was anxious to see who this mystery opponent was.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 7:37 pm
Eerie music flooded the arena as the lights flickered momentarily, teasing a power outage. Before anyone could really guess what was going on, out from the back stepped the seldom seen yet all-too-familiar wild man of BBW...
...Jamie Bader
The crowd gave Jamie a mixed reaction, mostly boo's, but a few were happy to see the trouble maker back. Everyone, however, knew that whenever Jamie and Marshall were in the same building, sparks were going to fly and more likely than not some things were going to get broken. Jamie made a b-line straight for the ring, pausing only at the steps to give them a pat before quickly skipping up them and entering the ring under the top rope. Ah, how he missed feeling the canvas under his bare feet. The smaller male paced around the ring a few times as his music died down, giving Marshall and Dallas the opportunity to let the moment sink in--really sink in!
Jamie pulled a mic out from the waistband of his trunks and immediately turned to face the Cruz siblings. "What's wrong!? You two look like you've just seen a ghost!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 7:51 pm
Commentator Guy: "OH MY GOD! IT'S-- IT'S--"
Commentator Troy: "It's Jamie Bader! He's back! Jamie Bader is back in BBW, Guy!"
Commentator Guy: "This is a moment in history! Marshall Lee! Jamie Bader! One on one!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 7:54 pm
Both of the Cruz duo were stunned stupid as the mystery opponent had made himself known, after what seemed a long while. Marshall's cocky smirk immediately fell and was replaced with a scowl, a look of complete of disgust. Dallas' jaw dropped slightly, watching in disbelief as the annoying pest that was Jamie Bader make his way straight towards them. She could feel her stomach churn and her violet painted lips sneered at the man as he entered the ring and paced around the ring as his music began to fade away.
Both siblings looked at each other, muttering various curse words and Spanish phrases of frustration and disbelief to one another. It was no secret that Jamie and Marshall strongly disliked one another since the second they had met at the start of their professional careers. Dallas too, was no fan of the crude and irritating little man. This was definitely going to be an interest bout.
To make matters worse, Jamie had a mic on him. Who in their right mind would give this guy a mic knowing the things this loose canon was known to say?
Marshall immediately moved forward towards the much, MUCH shorter man, only to be held by the arm by Dallas, who tried to defuse the situation before it got worse than it already was. This, of course, was done because she was still in the ring and didn't wish to be caught in the crossfire. Marshall could be heard yelling out to Jamie, "What the hell are you doing here? You're...you're my opponent? No. NO!" he turned towards the stage, seemingly calling out to anyone in the back who had some sort of power and was listening, "I don't want this creep anywhere near me! Send someone else."
Dallas pulled her brother back towards their corner of the ring, looking at Jamie through narrow eyes beneath her purple scarf that was wrapped around her head. "Come, Marsh. If the little troll wants to get his neck ripped out, let him have it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 8:08 pm
Only those close at ringside could hear Jamie off-mic reply to Marshall with a mocking face and an audible "OHHHH...I'm so scared of Count Chocula and Cruella DeVille!"
Jamie put his free hand up as Marshall was backed away by his sister, much to the amusement of Jamie. He raised the mic up to his lips and let a smirk show on his face. "That's right Marshy, listen to your handler you DOG. They should've had me put you down a long, long, looooong time ago, but for reasons unbeknownst to me, someone back there had faith in yo--..." He let out a chuckle. "Look at me here tryin' to explain faith to a hoochie and a devil worshipper." He gestured to the pair, looked at the crowd and began to laugh a very fake and empty laugh.
His laugh soon turned dark as he stood tall...As tall as he could, in the center of the ring. The smirk turned to a scowl and his glare could almost be described as soulless. "There are stars in the southern sky and they're spelling my name. Nut up or cut up emo freak, it's go time!" And with that Jamie tossed the mic out of the ring and waited for the official to start the bout.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 6:47 pm
Both Cruz siblings held expressions of complete annoyance and unamusement as Jamie went on with his little quips. Truth be told, those were the nicest things he has ever said about either one of them, so they considered themselves rather lucky. Marshall took a step forward so Dallas can go about unstrapping his belt to hold onto it while she stood on ringside while her brother continued to stare the little twerp down. Dallas climbed out of the ring, leaving the two men in the ring to continue their little 'conversation' further.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell alerted everyone that the match had now officially started. The annoyed and rather irritated Marshall wasted no time and quickly darted forwards in attempt to clothesline Jamie down to the mat, in hopes to shut him up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 4:37 pm
Jamie had never really taken Marshall for a serious, aggressive kind of guy. In fact, Jamie often saw him as a cocky, lazy p***y of a man...Much like a feline. That being said, it came as a surprise to him when Marshall darted across the ring at almost superhuman speed and dropped the smaller man with a thunderous biceps across the collarbone.
Was Jamie really getting under Marshall's skin? That's kind of a victory, right? Jamie would take it--take it and turn it into more fuel for the fire. Jamie clutched his collarbone area and let out a dry laugh in Marshall's direction. "Y-You suck!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 9:37 pm
Letting this sad little man get to the better of him, Marshall huffed in annoyance seeing that Jamie was still talking crap even after being brought down to the ground. Marshall would attempt to kneel down onto Jamie, looking to rain down blows on his cranium. "You shut your mouth, you little creep!" Normally, Marshall wasn't this aggressive in matches unless his opponent had done something to earn the wrath of a vampire. Jamie did just this by showing his presence. There was a lot of bad blood between these two, a little more than the crowd and viewers watching at home knew.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 5:09 pm
Jamie's laughs soon turned to grunts and groans as he attempted to cover up from Marshall's blows. Who knew that Marshall could be such a p***k? ...Jamie knew.
After a few moments, Jamie attempted to wrestle hold of Marshall's arms and throw him off so he could attempt to crawl away to safety.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 10:30 am
Marshall continued to rain down the blows onto Jamie, smirking a little as he finally shut his laughs up. But the little sneak managed to cause Marshall's hits to desist by wrestling hold of his arms, managing to throw him off in the process. The little twerp was stronger than he looks. Marshall caught notice of Jamie crawling away from him. Not on his watch.
"Where're you going, you little turd?"
Standing to his feet, he would try to grab hold of Jamie's ankle, looking to drag him back to the center of the ring. Snakes often struck when provoked, how long until Jamie was pushed to the edge?
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 1:04 pm
Jamie had almost made it to the ropes when Marshall snagged a hold of his ankle. Reaching out, Jamie grabbed the nearest bottom rip with one of his hands to anchor himself. "C-Cmon Marshall can't we talk about this!?" Jamie protested.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 8:28 pm
Jamie made it to the ropes and grabbed onto the nearest rope, managing to resist Marshall's tugging. Oh, NOW he wanted to talk? Yeah, sure, buddy. Marshall was about to retort with something depreciating, when he noticed his sister making his way towards where Jamie's head was. Smirking, he released his hold on Bader in order to allow his sister to do whatever it is that she needed to do.
If Jamie were to face forward, he would come face to face with Dallas Cruz. Her intense hazel eyes staring directly into his. She was trying to psyche him out at first, but when her lips turned up into a sly little smirk, it was obvious she had sparked up an idea. Quickly, she reached out to try and grab at his face, smushing his chin and jaw between her slender, purple nailed hand. It might have not been noticeable to much, but in her hand, she held a small, little rag. Grabbing hold of Jamie's face, she touched the rag to his face, looking to wipe some of his....ew...sweat onto the fabric. What the hell for though?
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 9:33 pm
Jamie had finally gotten loose from Marshall and was just about to slide out of the ring...But instead came face to face with Dallas. If her dumb outfit wasn't annoying enough, the crazy chick mushed his face. The hoe mushed his face! "GET THE HELL--" Jamie started as he attempted to push her away as he used the ropes to stand. "Get away from me you witch! Don't you freakin get your ghost germs on me with that skanky perfume hand and crap..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 5:41 pm
Dallas smirked as Jamie struggled against her hold, clutching his jaw even tighter, her nails threatening to dig into the flesh of his cheeks. She continued to stare him straight in the eye. It pleased her to watch him struggle and over react to her simple actions, having someone react with such...unease to something so simple. He managed to pull away and use the ropes to stand, yelling all sorts of things at her. Her lips pursed a little, finding his voice obnoxious and irritating, but tried her best to hide it. She had what she needed anyways. The rag with Jamie's sweat for later use.
Adjusting her scarf on her head, she backed away and proceeded to make her way around the ring causally, pulling something out of the neckline of her corset to fiddling with. In the meantime, in the ring, Marshall was getting himself ready for Jamie to turn around, in order to try and bring him back down with a drop kick.
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