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[ Abracadavre - Elena Siegman ]

All was silent for a moment as the first participate in tonight's main event was so anxiously waited for. Those that knew of this woman anticipated the arrival of their favorite, while those who were new to the wrestling scene waited to see what this "witchy woman" was about. It was then that her music began to play.

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 was making her debut in P.U.R.E and in the main event to boot! Either she had some friends in high places or she was truly was a force of nature. Regardless, Dallas was granted this opportunity and she was not looking to disappoint. From those in charge, to the crowd to the audience watching at home, she was going to do what she did best: entertain.

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 for the warm welcome that she received.

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 narrowed her eyes as she glared at Better Than You while he made his entrance. Oh, she was very familiar with him and was rather peeved that he had made his way into this company as well. She was even more annoyed that she was in the same match as he. Dallas grabbed at the ropes behind her, leaning forward to stretch her limbs, all while keeping that death glare settled on the young blond. If looks could kill...

No matter. He was going to get what was coming to him soon enough.

The ref showed both competitors the title that they would be competing for, with Dallas eyeing the strap with a rather greedy look. "That's coming home with me," she could be seen muttering to herself before the ref withdrew to hand the title away. Once everything was said and done, the match was ready to begin.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The fans audible excitement was quickly drowned out by Dallas' focus. She moved forward to met Better Than You in the center of the ring, if he were to approach her also, with her arms raised to him to perform the classic lock up.

As BTY and Dallas locked up, Dallas attempted to try and overpower the young man but it seemed BTY had other plans. Silly Dallas. If one was to remember anything, it was to never trust Better Than You to not pull something douchey off.

And he did this by kicking her in the gut, which caused Dallas to double over in pain. With her arms wrapped around her midsection, she was quite distracted with trying to soothe the ache as well as try to get her breath back into her body. Due to that, she did not see BTY step back and smack her right on the a**!

It was audible too, the whole crowd voiced a loud "Oooh" after the sound of her backside being smacked was heard. The impact as well as the sudden shock of his sheer audacity caused her to stumble forward a few steps before turning to look at him.

Oh...this did NOT sit right with her at all.

Clenching her fists up in anger, Dallas reeled her fist back and attempted to deliver a hard right fist right to Better Than You's jaw in retaliation. Not a slap. A straight up fist to the face.

Shaking her fist after the punch, Dallas stalked over to BTY and where he had sat by the ropes. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. She hoped someone had taken a picture of it so she can look back at it later. It truly was a memory to hold dear. Moving to him, Dallas tried to grab at his ankles in order to yank him away from the ropes and towards the center of the ring. If she was successful in doing so, Dallas would hold his legs apart by the ankles and would bring down her boot down onto his abdomen.

Dallas would have loved to deliver plenty more stomps to the younger man's midsection, taking an oddly sense of satisfaction in giving BTY what was coming to him. However, the ref quickly told her to back away in order to check on her opponent as he withered in pain. "Oh come on!" Dallas rolled her eyes, holding her arms up to gesture at the fallen man as she looked at the referee, "I got his stomach, not his junk. Believe me, if I wanted to hurt that, a stomp wouldn't be my first choice." None the less, Dallas did as she was told, not wanting to risk her opportunity. And what the hell was he complaining about anyways? What gives?