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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 5:06 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the BBW TV CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first..."  Weather: Thick clouds, humid.
Wind: 5 mph
Temperature: 49 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 6:24 pm
shhhhhh...
SHOW me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet
Now dance, ********, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes,
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away,
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running
FOR THEIR LIVES "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid." by the Offspring hits the PA system as the arena lets out a loud pop for the man behind it, the Ethnic Enigma, the FACE of BBW, the Cuban Jap...Hiro Shin-Mozas! The man who was once in the main event of Spring in the Ring as BBW Champion headed down the ramp, slapping the hands of many a fan who roared and cheered him on, ready to see him in this championship match. A video package of his match with Jamie Bader played, showing some intense moments and the amount of destruction which took place. Hiro entered the ring and pranced around, taunting the crowd and getting a positive reaction. "Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, by way of Havana, Cuba...The "ETHNIC ENIGMA"...HIRO...SHIN...MOZAS!" Hiro stood staring at the stage, awaiting the BBW TV Champion, Marshall Lee. So much was going to come to a head here in this match. Hell, Hiro was in such a fighting mood...Someone could possibly not walk out of this match ALIVE! Regardless, he awaited his opponent, the music slowly dying out.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 6:41 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
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. There was a small velvet sack tied to her hip, but it seemed to be empty. Why would she carry an empty sack? What did she have up her sleeve?
Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the Voodoo Queen, Dallas Cruz, from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 225lbs...He is the BBW TV Champion...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. As to what exactly the Voodoo Queen was mumbling, it was hard to tell. Was it a curse for Marshall's 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 for the match to lead into the beginning. Marshall didn't seem all too nervous. He seemed ready. Dallas, on the other hand, seemed a little paranoid. What was she planning.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 6:54 pm
Hiro shook his tape-wraped hands, eyeing down Marshall as he posed with his title. The Cuban Jap's demeanor had changed to a much more serious type. He paced from side to side, his eyes not leaving Marshall as he finished his posing and 'showboating' (Hiro thought of it more as a shot to him as opposed to a fan thing). The ref grabbed the belt from Marshall and lifted it up into the sky, the fans letting out a pop as they were ready to see two of their favorites do battle over a championship they loved. The ref checked both men after handing the belt over to a crew member, and then finally, he called for the bell, starting the bout.
Hiro rushed at Marshall, doing the exact same thing he did in his match with Jamie Bader, attempting to deliver a flurry of rights to his head, hoping to back him off into a corner. Strange, one might think. Hiro paid zero mind to his 'friend' Dallas at ringside. After the opener to MM 20 a few weeks ago, there was many a thought among fans that perhaps the two were no longer friends due to the revelation that Hiro did nothing to aide in rescuing Dallas from danger. Surely, the Voodoo Queen would play an even deeper role in this story then anyone could have possibly imagined.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 1:55 am
As the ref went about doing his job by taking his title, displaying it to the crowd and checking both men, Dallas went about exiting the ring and taking her place by the corner where her brother stood. The look on her face was concerning. Rather than her smirking self, her expression this time was unreadable. The way Marshall glanced at her, it seemed he too was trying to read his sister. There was something she wasn't telling him, something she was hiding.
But that would have to wait as the bell had rang, signalling the start of the match.
Marshall tore his gaze from Dallas, only to be met with Hiro zooming across the ring at him, delivering a rain of blows to his head. Instinctively, Marshall brought his arms up to try and block as much of the blows as he could while backing himself up into the corner. However, he wasn't about to let this match start off badly.
He would try to push his arms against Hiro's midsection to attempt to push him away, before rushing forward with enough momentum to try and bring this family 'friend' down with a clothesline.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 3:18 am
This match was going to be so well scouted. At least, thats what the opening moments would tease. Hiro was shoved back by Marshall, but as the champ rushed forward for his clothesline, Hiro planted his feet and puffed out his chest, the clothesline connecting just below the neck...and merely forcing the Cuban-Jap to take a step back, quickly planting his feet once again as his eyes opened wide and he revealed grinding teeth, looking directly into Marshall's eyes. It took quite a bit of strength and luckily he was fresh enough, but this act of defiance towards the champion's move hopefully would serve as a revelation for all those watching: This contest wouldn't be friendly, it wouldn't be sweet, and it wouldn't be for the faint of heart.
Hiro immediately attempted to send a few more rights to the side of Marshall's head, hoping to draw him back. If he could catch the champion with the blows, he'd try to irish whip him into the ropes, and on the rebound, catch him with a Lou Thesz Press!
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 6:20 pm
Marshall was rather taken back his clothesline attempt didn't exactly go through as he planned. Instead, he looked at an intense looking Hiro staring back at him with gritted teeth. Marshall's eyebrow even arched a little in surprise. 'Uh oh' he thought as his opponent went at him again, sending more blows to the side of his head. This time, Marshall attempted to try and get some offence in here as well, attempted to swing his own fists towards Hiro's head as well.
However, the continuous blows including the effects of the ones prior, rather disoriented him, leaving open for the Irish Whip and followed by the Lou Thesz right afterwards. Down went Marshall, despite all his efforts to stay on top.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 6:55 pm
A few of the punches from Marshal connected with Hiro's head, but they didnt do much in way of deterring him. Following the Lou Thesz Press, Hiro got back up shooting an angered glance at Dallas. There was hurt in his eyes. In his soul. Like he saw something today that spooked him, and that memories of a few weeks prior were still well within him. Taking a hold of Marsh's hair, he tried to lift him back up to his feet, grab him, and bodyslam him down into the mat!
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 8:00 pm
Dallas' eyes practically burned a hole through Hiro. It was obvious there was some resentment between the two. However, there was something about him that she couldn't exactly put her finger on. It was unbeknowst to her that her little experiment was effect certain people. As she saw her brother being lifted by the hair, much to his dismay, and slammed down to the mat, her hand reached for the bag at her hip. However, fingers danced against the drawstring before pulling away and instead moving to cross her arms over her chest.
Not yet, that would come soon.
For now, Marshall would need to power through this on his own. The vampired grunted loudly and rolled over onto his side after the slam.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 4:32 pm
Hiro sent Marshall back first into the mat, looking to quickly follow up by grabbing him in attempt to pull him onto his back, lift up his arm and put it between his legs, looking to drop down on it and cause some damage to the Vampire. What was Hiro planning, working on the arm like this?
He caught a view of Dallas as he attempt the move, watching as she seemed to shuffle a bit before entering back into an arm folded stance. He shot an angered look at her as well, taking pleasure in bring the pain to her brother. What exactly was up with him?
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 6:24 pm
Marshall hissed as Hiro began to manhandle his arm after turning him over onto his back, obviously up to something devious. He needed to stop this, before more damage was done. Clutching onto his arm, holding it close to his body, Marshall attempted to roll away or at least try to scoot away.
While this happened, Dallas was left with no choice by to watch as her brother was hurt by the hands of a man she once considered a friend. She wanted to interfere, but she knew the now was not the time. Soon.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 6:30 pm
Hiro found himself unable to do what he wished to Marshall as the champion was able to roll away a bit and break Hiro's grip on him. Naturally, the Ethnic Enigma should have known the champion wouldn't let him do much that easily, but he still grew steadily more aggravated, not just with his opponent, but with himself. As the champion rolled away, Hiro took a step back, and the took off running at his body, searching for a dropkick to his back/side right out of the ring, next to his sister on the ground.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 6:47 pm
Marshall didn't get far. He managed to pry himself from Hiro, but as he tried to crawl towards the corner where his sister was, he heard the stomping of running feet followed by those same pair kicking into his side. The vampire fell with a loud thud onto the floor by his sister.
Dallas leaped aside a little, to prevent her brother from rolling into her. However, as soon as he landed, she kneeled by him, grabbing onto him to try and check on him. "Just hold on a bit longer," she muttered to him, only for him to hear. "Just a bit more." Marshall didn't say anything in return, but he knew to trust Dallas even if he didn't know what she was planning.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 6:51 pm
Hiro almost instantly followed Marshall out of the ring, leaping out as Dallas finished speaking to him. The fans were a little dull, not understanding entirely what was going on. Why was Hiro being so stone, showing no emotion aside from anger? He quickly looked to step directly onto Marshall's back, attempting to pin him to the ground as his gaze was fixated back on Dallas Cruz. She was still relatively close to her brother, and the Ethnic Enigma was made only angrier by her presence and appearance. He looked to apply full pressure onto Marshall's back and step over him, slowly walked towards Dallas in an attempt to back her up.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 7:12 pm
Dallas looked up from her kneeling position as Hiro climbed out of the ring just as she finished muttering to Marshall. His eyes were locked on her's, her own self keeping the eye contact. Resentment was written all over her face. As he stepped on her brother's back, the vampire groaned out as the weight was put onto his torse. As this happened, Dallas stood back up to her full height, even appearing a few inches taller due to the heeled boots that she wore.
Her stare burned a hole into Hiro, with only seemed to burn much more when he insisted on stepping on her brother. "Get off him. Get off!" she said loud and firm, showing him that she was not to be intimidated. However, if she wasn't intimidated, then why was she backing up the closer he got?
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