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[ Abracadavre - Elena Siegman ]

All remained rather hushed for the time being as the first entrance was prepared. The music began to play, along with occult-like scenes flashing up on the titantron, letting the CWA audience know exactly who this person was.

I can fly like a bird, not in the sky
which can always swim and always dry
I say goodbye at night and morning hi
I'm part of you, what am I

I follow and lead as you pass
dress yourself in black, my darkness lasts
I flee the light but without the sun
Your view of me would be gone

As the soft melody turned into the heavy beat, a cloud of white fog swirled up from the stage where one might stand. It rose upwards, not spreading to any other area of the stage, funneling upwards until it reached a tall height. As quickly as it formed, the funnel of fog was blown away to reveal the tall, powerhouse of a woman standing within it. None other than Dallas Cruz, the Voodoo Queen herself!



I can see the damage that
I am causing you is so benign
You want me to be gone
But I have just begun
I am the only one "undone"
I'm a broken miracle now
in your head

I don't feel
Like I am real
But I know
It's all imaginary
Are they real
And do they feel
Is all the pain
just inside my head

The crowd cheered at the sight of Dallas who looked like she was definitely ready to step back into the ring for some of her own action! There was a bit of nerves bunching up in her stomach. This was a contenders match and she would be damned if she was going to let this opportunity slip from her fingers. Cyrus Everblaze was the real and she would need to keep herself focused if she was going to want to win a chance for the title.

She stood tall, proud and mighty, ready to hold her own against who just might be her biggest threat yet! Dallas' hands were clutched tightly into fists, which she held up to her mouth and blew into them. A large puff of dust flowed out of her fists, which quickly ignited into a bright ball of flame! Win or loss, one could not deny Dallas really went all out with her theatrics! The crowd let out their hoots of approval, finding her antics to be quite amusing! Dallas smiled that infectious smile of hers, taking in the view of the crowd from where she stood.

I am what men love more than life
Fear more than death or mortal strife
What dead men have and rich require
I'm what contented men desire

You want me to be gone
But I have just begun
You will never know how far I've come
What goes up must never come back down
In your head

"...making her way to ring from New Orleans, Louisiana....She is the Voodoo Queen, Dallas Cruz!"

After taking in the sights, Dallas began to make her way down the ring, all smiles as she looked to either side of the crowd surrounding her. Her hands reached out to touch at the outstretched arms of the fans. She looked happy as she mingled with the crowd, pleased to see they enjoy her as much as she enjoyed entertaining them.

She climbed up the steps, walking towards the middle of the apron as she took her time to savor the moment before stepping in between the top and middle rope, one long leg after the other. Dallas made her way to the opposite side of the ring, pressing herself against the ropes as she peered out into the audience. She kissed her palms, mutter her words of thanks and love into them before spreading them out towards the fans and the cameras, her own method of showing them her appreciation.

As she show boated for the crowd, it was obvious that Dallas had not let Better Than You's foul little attitude get to her. Or maybe it did, and she was just pretty good at hiding it. The little twerp really got on her last nerves and she knew that he was watching. The only thing that made her feel better, was that she was going to be facing the very man that had handed Better Than You's a** right back at him.

Soon, her music began to die down as Dallas slowly made her way to an empty corner of the ring. It would be noted that on either side of her bare shoulders where her smooth skin was visible, right on her deltoids, she had two symbols drawn on her in black paint. On her right, was a series of lines punctuated circle. On her left, was another much more simple than the first. Arcane symbols that only she knew the meaning of, though the same ones she wore at the last show.

Dallas watched patiently as Cyrus went through with his entrance, even catching Benny scurrying out of the ring. The poor guy, Cyrus really was a bit of a douche, wasn't he? But, he tore Better Than You a new one last week and anyone who could cause physical harm to that little blond pain in the a** was alright by her, even if the rest of his actions weren't all too favorable. Especially him calling her a vampire. She wasn't a vampire, god dammit! He has the wrong Cruz sibling.

With both entrances out of the way, Dallas motioned towards Cyrus and his chair before glancing over to the referre, giving him a questioning look as if to say 'Gonna do something about that?'.

Nope, no sir. Not getting out of this corner until that was out of the way.

She had been hit plenty of times with plenty of chairs, and she was not looking forward to adding anymore hits to that record.

"Oh come on!" Dallas should her head when she saw that Cyrus was very much prepared for an interaction with a vampire with all that garlic and cross combo around his neck. Was he purposely trying to get to her? Probably. She wouldn't put it past him. But at least the chair was out of the way. Now things could get started.

As he moved to the center of the ring, so did Dallas. She had never face him before, but she definitely knew what he could do and what he was capable of. Dallas wouldn't admit it to his face, but she might have been a little star struck. She gestured to his garlic accessories, "Cute. Really funny." However, she decided to have a little fun of her own. He thought she was a vampire, who was she to disappoint?

As Dallas reached out to flick at the garlic, she recoiled and let out a loud, but very much fake, yelp as soon as her finger made contact. She held up her hand, holding it at the wrist with her other, pretending the garlic had actually burned her.

Dallas gave a smirk of her own as she lowered her hand and went into 'srs business' mode. The joke for more jokes and banter could wait, let's get this show started. As Cyrus when in for the tie up, Dallas accepted the hold. With the hold locked in, Dallas would try maintain a steady amount of pressure to try and hold her own. However, if things were go to according to plan, Dallas would attempt to try and push her weight forward, looking to push Cyrus back into the turnbuckle. She was a big girl, but was this powerhouse of a woman strong enough to handle Cyrus?

A sense of pride washed over Dallas as she managed to successful back Cyrus into the corner, mostly due to Dallas using any opportunity to act as a powerhouse. However, the tables were quickly turned when Cyrus showed off strength of his own by slightly lifting her and pushing her back against the turn buckle! Uh oh, this wasn't gonna end well!

Everything happened so quick, Dallas barely managed to make sense of what had happened before she was launched into the air by Cyrus! As she was launched, Dallas' perception of time seemed to slow down as she began to ran through all the things she could have done to prevent this from happening. Why couldn't Dallas be quicker? Or smarter? Or anybody but her at this very moment? Just as time speed back up to the present, Dallas collided with the canvas as her entire front side smacked right onto the hard surface!

Dallas groaned as she rubbed at her jaw with her hand, after finding that her face pretty much broke most of her fall. Great, there went her shots at modeling, as if she had any. Thanks a lot, Cyrus! Getting her bearings together, Dallas looked over her shoulder to see where on earth Cyrus was, before spotting him up on the corner about to do what she could assume was some sort of splash on her! Oh no, one on her watch! As her opponent went for the corkscrew splash, Dallas attempted to roll inward towards the ring, hopefully looking to avoid the splash! A shame if she did, it was beautiful executed too.