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 Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2015 9:40 am
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2015 9:25 pm
[Your Midnight Role Model]Within Temptation - ParadiseThe lights go off as the cellos resonate through the arena, with the exception of two sets on each side of the ramp, switching between one another with every note. As the violins join, spotlights show the silhouette of a man in the middle of the entrance ramp, surrounded with smoke. The man is simply standing with his arms in front of his face, forming an "X". As the other instruments kick in, he extends his arm, revealing himself as Marxx. He raises his fist in the air and starts walking towards the ring. There's no sense
The fire burns
When wisdom fails, it changes all
The wheel embodies all that keeps on turningMarxx takes a brief moment in the middle of the stage ramp to give high fives and handshakes to the nearest fans. Blood red skies, I feel so cold
No innocence, we play our role
The wheel embodies all, where are we going?[Residing in New York City… The Midnight Role Model, Marxx!]As he approaches from the ring, Marxx walks around it, stopping on the side. He sat on the apron, posing for the fans at ringside, and then laid down to roll inside. All in all you'd expect the wise to be wiser
Fallen from grace all and all I guess
We should have known better 'causeNow that one side got the posing treatment, he had to go on the other side and give them something as well. So he ran to the other side and put his feet on the first and second ropes as he did his signature motion, aka a cross with his arms in fromt of his face before extending them on each side. What about us,
Isn't it enough?
No we're not in paradise
This is who we are
This is what we've got
No, it's not our paradiseThen, after he finished posing, he walked to his corner where he cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms, getting ready for his match. But it's all we want
And it's all that we're fighting for
Though it's not paradise[MARXX]
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 6:54 pm
[ Personal Jesus - Marilyn Manson ]
Out from behind the curtain emerged the two time champion of BBW, Marshall Lee, with that pretty title of his around his waist and his sister trailing behind him. The male sibling sported his usual cocky grin on his face, as if he was hot s**t and he knew it. Perhaps the reason for his recent success was his undying confidence in himself.
Dallas, seemed to share her brother's slight arrogance, strutting along with him with a smirk of her own and matched Marshall's. The two really did look erriely similar.
And his opponent...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. Her gaze was enough to make those that were under it nervous. Then again, who wouldn't be squirmy under the gaze of a voodoo queen who 'allegedly' summoned Death?
Marshall's music began to fade out, meaning it was time for the match to lead into the beginning. He moved away from the ropes and towards his own turnbuckle to prepare for the start of the match. He motioned for Dallas to unstrap his title from his waist, to which she did so without being asked twice in order to keep with her while her brother went on to compete.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 9:39 pm
Alright, showtime!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Now let's just hope for Marxx that he didn't accumulate too much ring rust during his time away. He circled around the ring, trying his best to look confident, but he was shaking inside at the idea of having his first match in years. Alright, let's go for something basic, really basic to get back in the rhythm. It's like riding a bike, you can't forget that, right? There he has it, he will go for a lock-up with Lee, that would be a good start!
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 2:52 pm
Marshall motioned for his sister to leave the ring, which she did so without being told twice and took her place at ringside, ready to assist whenever she could. As for her brother, he quickly focused himself and moved forward when the bell rang to met this legend, Marxx, who had offered him a lock up. Marshall accepted, locking up his arms with his opponent, trying to resist being overpowered. As he held onto the lock, Marshall would attempt to shift things over to a side head lock, if possible.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 8:41 pm
After they locked up, Marxx felt a certain disturbance in the force. Lee was attempting to shift from that position to one that would be more in his favor, which he did successfully. Now Marxx had his head wrapped in Marshall Lee's arm, leaving only a handful of options to Marxx. But he had one that he preferred over the others, which was to go directly for a show of strength and try to send Marshall to the mat with a simple Back Suplex.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 8:18 pm
Marshall kept the hold locked on, looking to try and see what other trick he could pull out of his metaphorical sleeve. Should be easy enough, right? Marxx definitely had some ring rust and he could use that to his advantage...right?
Wrong.
Having underestimated his opponent, Marshall felt himself beginning to be lifted off his feet and before he knew what was what, down he went crashing onto the mat with a successful back suplex. "Ah....s**t," he groaned as his back arched in discomfort. Serves him right, really.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 9:52 pm
Well, that worked better than expected! Marxx went back on his feet. And, without skipping a beat, tried to put his elbow on Lee's midsection. And by putting his elbow on his midsection, he meant continuing his offensive tactic with an elbow drop. It is like riding a bicycle after all, the reflexes are slowly coming back in!
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 6:27 pm
As Marshall went to try and sit up in order to pick himself back up to his feet, he was stopped in mid attempt as an eblow drove into his midsection! He heaved loudly, wrapping his arms around his midsection as he rolled over onto his side a little to try and prevent anymore invading elbows trying to break him in half.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 2:02 pm
Marxx went back to his feet after the Elbow Drop, and then took a few steps back. This should give Lee enough space to get back to his feet, if that was his intentions.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 7:31 pm
After the elbow drop, Marshall didn't actually stand to his feet. Instead, he began to roll off to the side, out onto the apron before hooking his arm around the bottom rope to try and pull himself up. As he did this, his other arm wrapped around his midsection, feeling the tender soreness of having an elbow driven into his diaphram.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2015 12:52 pm
As Marshall rolled to the apron, Marxx decided that it was time for him to continue the offence. Since his arm was warmed up, he would continue using it, this time by going to the corner and then run next to the ropes on Lee's side, and would try to deliver a Clothesline on him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 11:47 pm
As Marshall caught his breath, his palm rubbing at his tender midsection, he continued to hang back by the ropes for as long as he could hold out. He heard the stomping of footsteps running within the ring, leading him to turn just in time to see Marxx running at him! His instict was to stiffen up and brace himself, but by sheer luck, Marshall ducked just in time. If all went smoothly, Marshall would try to counter with a high kick to Marxx's skull if he were to turn around.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 1:57 pm
Marxx caught nothing but air with his clothesline. Marxx slowed down before he reached the corner, and then turned back and walk to get to Lee. Unfortunately for him, Lee was actually waiting for him with an attack of his own, resulting in Marxx getting hit directly to the jaw and falling down, against his will for the first time of the match.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 6:54 pm
Seeing his kick connected, Marshall jumped at the chance to continue getting some offense in there. Noticing his opponent was down, he hatched a quick idea. Grabbbing onto the ropes, Marshall quickly launched himself onto the ropes in an attempt for a springboard elbow!
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