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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 4:18 pm
[This is the section where contracted wrestlers can interact and do their business. As this is an outdoor event, the backstage area consists of various trailers and makeshift buildings. Imagination is key in this environment. This thread will only be active during the Spring in The Ring #2 show at Burnham Park in Chicago, Illinois.]
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 12:57 pm
Before his match, Mad Dog is seen sitting in the locker room. Frowning, a cigarette dangles from his lip as he wraps his hands and wrists. Mad Dog had actually quit smoking in his time away, but tonight... Tonight was a special occasion. Although there was no smoking allowed backstage, no one dared say anything to Mad Dog in his current state. The camera fades out as Mad Dog continues to wordlessly wrap his wrists.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 3:51 pm
Matthias is seen casually strolling around backstage. He was here supporting his dad, but had other things on his mind. He seemed much more stable than the last time anyone had seen him about a year or so ago, but then again, reading Matthias was not an easy thing to do.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 2:21 am
After Dallas' incident earlier, she decided she had gotten enough alone time and decided to join her brother back in the more populated areas of backstage. The Cruz siblings could be seen chatting to themselves, Marshall tapping against the touch screen of his phone while Dallas was sprucing her lovely self up on a mirror by the make up and wardrobe section.
Her brother noticed the small velvet sack that was tied to her hip by it's draw strings and his curiosity had been peaked. "What's with the bag?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off his phone.
Dallas glanced at him through the mirror as she finished applying the black eyeliner to her eyelid, "Come again?" She was playing dumb, obviously avoiding his question.
"The bag," he repeated, his eyes glancing downward and his finger pointing at the velvet sack. "What's in it? One of your weird voodoo s**t? Should I be concerned?" Normally, whenever Dallas was going to do something outlandish, she would tell him. Recently, she had become increasingly secretive. He didn't like it.
Dallas shook her head as she glanced down at the bag in question then turned back to the mirror to paint her other eye. "It's...nothing. Don't worry about it, alright? Nothing to worry your pretty little head over."
Marshall pursed his lips as he turned to look at her, watching her expertly trace a neat black line against her eyelid. "If it was nothing, you wouldn't be carrying it around with you. What is? Does it have to do with me? You know I hate when you do your magic crap on with me with telling me."
Now, her patience was wearing thin. She didn't get to reply, as he had beat her to the punch.
"You've been acting really ******** weird lately," he commented, "I mean, after what happened with those guys, I get it. But you're up to something. Aren't you, Dallas?"
"Marshall, stop," she warned, the annoyance in her voice was clear. She didn't want to talk about this. What she was doing wasn't any of his concern. These were things he or anyone else for that matter wouldn't understand. She turned to him, pointing at him with her eyeliner pencil, "Look, don't worry about what I'm doing, okay? It's nothing to stress over. I just...I haven't said anything because it's complicated. The important thing is, everything I do, is for you. You want to win, right?"
Marshall said nothing, but simply nodded.
"Then drop it and let me do what I do best."
And that was that. The siblings feel silent. Marshall shook his head and went back to his phone. His sister's words rang through his mind, but figured it would be best to do as she says and drop the conversation. Until a later time, that is. Dallas turned back to the mirror and finished up applying her make up. Her eye caught some movement in the reflection behind her. In the distance, on an upper corner of a building set up for the crew members, a black bird sat perched. Ruffling it's feathers, it quietly watched the voodoo queen and her vampire brother.
[ open for interaction ]
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 6:44 am
Suddenly, Cartwright appears in-between the brother and sister.
Cartwright: "Boo!"
He totally terrified the vampire rockstar and Black Magic Woman yo! Cartwright looks at Marshall.
Cartwright: "How's the arm, Vampiro?!"
Cartwright sounds genuinely concerned, following their match on the previous show.
Cartwright: "Don't worry about Dallas, of course she's acting weird, Kiss Demon! She's not only into voodoo, but she's also a chick!"
Cartwright lightly elbows the side Marshall rib, showing he isn't serious.
Cartwright: "I wouldn't look in the bag if I was you though, Edward! It's probably a vibrator! I think I saw it shaking about earlier! Unless you're into sticking things up your a**s, being a Twilight Boy and all! In that case, more power to you, I ain't here to judge!"
Cartwright jokes around, but he's clearly bothered by something deep down.
Cartwright: "I just came to wish you good luck in your BBW Television Championship defense tonight against Hiro, because I would love to have a rematch with you down the line....with that beautiful title of yours on the line!"
Cartwright winks, obviously feeling pretty confident right now.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 8:48 am
Freakshow, having just sent Mark Laundre down to the ring via airmail, crouches behind a stack of crates wearing a ski-mask while holding a long black tubesock with an eight-ball, an actual eight-ball, inside of it. The 40 year old in the all black tracksuit reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pill bottle before gnashing a few of them into his teeth, mentally preparing himself as he awaits his prey.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 8:58 am
Matthias nodded to a few people he knew, not engaging much, he didn't exactly leave this business on fantastic terms with...well...anyone, and he knew it would take time to gain back any modicum of trust. But he was definitely looking for someone, and as he turned the corner, someone else found him.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 9:05 am
"YAAH!" His heart pounding, sweat sinking into his ski mask, the Marauder flashes out into the open feeling a good five years too old to be doing any muggings. The equalizer, however, was in his hands as he swung the ghetto flail aiming the ceramic eight ball towards the point of Matthias left kneecap.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 9:40 am
Matthias was caught a bit off guard by the masked assailant, thankfully the pained battle cry gave him a bit of a heads up. Matthias lifted up his leg and tried to dodge, the odd angle causing the eight ball to wrap around his calf and strike him in the back, causing a bit of a cramp.
"AGH! Watch it you crazy jackass!" He shouted, swinging a right hook at the man's face, not really expecting to have to get violent tonight.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 6:08 pm
The sudden appearance of Cartwright between the siblings genuinely startled them. Marshall flinched, pratically dropping his phone and gasping, "Jesus-..." Easy for an atheist to take the "lord's" name in vain. As for Dallas, the sudden "Boo!" had occured when she was applying her lipstick. Now the Voodoo Queen sported a pink streak starting from the corner of her mouth going downward. She gave Cartwright a look before reaching over to grab a tissue to wipe the lipstick off before attempting to paint her lips once again.
"Arm's doing better after getting it checked out," chucked Marshall as he rolled his shoulder some and grabbed onto the arm in question, "You really did a number on me, I'll admit it." All in good fun though, Marshall considered it an honor to go up against the one and only Cartwright and would jump at the chance to do it again.
"Oh come on," muttered Dallas at that little vibrator joke over her brother's laughing at her expence. However, when the joke switched over to him, it was Dallas' turn to smirk over at Marshall while watching the smile fade into a little look of annoyance. He really couldn't catch a break with the gay jokes!
Jokes aside, Marshall nodded along to Cartwright's words, appreciating his taking the time to come wish him luck. "Just name the time and place and your on," he said, rather proudly and just a tad bit arrogantly, "This baby here is coming home with me tonight, I can promise you that. I mean, c'mon...this is Hiro we're talking about. Once I get over this little...distraction, I'm all yours...for the rematch...for the title....you know what I mean!" Well, maybe there was a reason Marshall constantly got gay jokes flung at him. His flamouyant self didn't really help his case.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 6:13 pm
"AWGH-!" The Marauder is hit flush with the right. He tumbles backwards into the crates crashing into one of them and tumbling to the floor unceremoniously. "s**t-" He wheezes seemingly having no plan of recourse whatsoever, the blonde stumbles to his feet awkwardly, huffing as he begins sprinting lopsidedly towards the entrance ramp like a wounded dog about to make an appearance on an HBO Broadcasted Professional Wrestling program.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 7:14 pm
Matthias moves to pursue his attacker, but when he heads towards the stage, he backs off and scratches his head a bit.
"What the hell was that about?" Matthias asked himself. He looked up at the flat screen to see what was going on in the ring, seeing his dad and Laundre, and the bumbling would-be assailant falling down the ramp.
"Oooooh...okay..." Matthias said, rolling his eyes and making his way to the Gorilla position, just in case...
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 7:42 pm
"I'm pretty sure you're not on the list of attendees. I don't see a backstage pass."
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 8:04 am
ProtoWolf 2.0 "I'm pretty sure you're not on the list of attendees. I don't see a backstage pass." Matthias bowed his head, grinning and shaking his head in disbelief. It had to be him, didn't it? "Yeah well, the guy at the door didn't have a problem with it, but you're right. Kinda sucks when someone comes in to your place uninvited, huh?" Matthias retorted, turning around to face King.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 9:53 am
"I'm quite sure I have no idea what you're talking about." King said, dressed in his suit and wearing a headset, apparently still running the show despite his monumental main event that night.
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