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The sound of crashing drumbeats broke over the arena, sending the lights into a seizure all across the arena. With the final hit, darkness descended over the crowd, while a synthesizer and bassline flooded the speakers.

"First Person Shooter" - Celldweller

Strobing lights began search the arena for signs of the source, only stopping when they landed on the man standing on the stage. With his black cloak clinging to his shoulders and hood pulled over his face, none were sure exactly who he was. The legendary black baseball bat in his right hand gave him away though. Could it truly be? Was Shanahan actually showing up to his match?

With the final strobe landing on him, the arena's lights flashed on with an eerie red haze. Like a fleeting shadow, the man stormed down the ramp towards the ring, his cloak flowing over his shoulders and billowing in his wake. Around his waist was... the EWA Sprocket Championship? The same one Joey held in his hands just mere yards away. Except his title clearly read "Matt Shanahan," not "Saint Joey."

Before the song even managed to make it to the crescendo, Shanahan slid into the ring and pushed himself up to his feet, making a B-line right towards the true champion. Luckily for both of them, the referee jumped in the way and pushed him back, halting all progress towards an early match. With his free left hand, Matt ripped his hood back to reveal himself fully, his strand of red bangs hanging over his right eye. <******** you!" He roared at his once best friend, before grabbing the middle of his cloak and yanking it off, throwing it to the outside afterwards. Underneath, he wore a pair of plain, black jeans, leaving the rest of his tattooed body to the exposure of the fans. The rightful champion stormed over the corner of the ring and picked up a microphone as the music cut away.

"Lemme say that again for you, b***h boy, in case you couldn't hear me, I know your head is shoved too far up Chrono's a** these days, I said ******** YOU!" Matt roared into the microphone, showing off The Black Star's natural fury to his best friend. He faced the Saint in the middle of the ring, staring him down like he were nothing more than a pathetic nuisance. "Now!... I'm gonna say this real slow for your British a**, because I know you've gotten really ********' dumb since you turned your back on -our- Alliance..." Matt's rage disappeared instantly, reverting to a calm state few had ever seen the Black Star in. Very slowly, he reached around his waist and pulled the belt off, then hoisting it high in the air for the world to see.

"... This contest... is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWA Sprocket Championship... introducing first... the challenger, weighing in at ******** YOU and hailing from You're-The-Biggest-s**t-Stain-In-The-World, ********... The True Peasant, Saaaaaaint JOEY!" Matt hissed into the microphone, glaring at his former best friend after showing him true disrespect.

"... And the opponent, weighing in at 326 pounds, hailing Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... He is -The- Black Star! He is -The- Angered Alliance! HE IS THE TRUE EWA SPROCKET CHAMPION!" Shanahan nearly screamed into the man's face, not even needing a microphone at this point, "... MATT! SHANAHAN!" He looked up at the ceiling for a long moment, then back down to his opponent. The actual champion. "And lower that goddamn cell!" With that, the rightful champion threw the microphone the outside and backed away from Joey, glaring at him as the Cell above the ring lowered... It was gonna be Hell in A Cell!

Matt had moved to the corner and taken his eyes off his former friend while he rambled on. He dropped -his- title belt into the corner along with his baseball bat, taking inventory of his belongings. Everything he said went way over the head of Shanahan, who simply didn't give a damn...

Until he said the one thing that got to him. Sad, angry, and alone. For some reason, that sparked something in The Black Star's core. Something about that sentence really pissed him off. He looked over his shoulder at Saint Joey as he called himself the 'main man.' Did he really think he could make a fallen God bow to someone as lowly as a saint? Did he think that he could just...

What did it matter what he thought, anyways? Matt was already pissed and he wasn't going to continue questioning himself on this. He turned to face his former AA brother right as he began to scream his own name. Like a shooting star, The Black Star hurled forward and aimed to tackle the man to mat with his brute force! If successful, he'd scramble to mount the 'champion' and deliver a meteor shower of furious fists onto the Saint's face!

Matt let his prey crawl away, not bothering to give chase. It was rare that he ever did. Instead, he pushed himself to his feet and glared at Joey with his teeth bared. "C'mon, you limey ********! It's just you and me! This is what you wanted! Come an' ********' get it!" The Black Star taunted his brother, attempting to goad him to re-enter combat!

"Wrong answer, b***h boy," Matt snarled in response, no longer tolerating the words of the Saint. He stormed over to the ropes and nearly jumped over them with his smooth step-over, soon finding himself on the apron and then on the mats below. His eyes locked onto Joey with a cold flame in his eyes. "I'll drag you in myself, you pathetic dog!" The Black Star commanded as he marched over to the man, aiming to grab him by the hair and force him to his feet!

The Black Star's anger captivated him at the wrong time, which was rather typical for him honestly. The microphone cracked against his head, sending him stumbling backwards from Joey! With a hand on his head, he turned away and fell to a knee while continuing to increase the distance between him and his former partner.

Matt's head was in a world of hurt after the harsh knee to his temple; it was like every match he was in, his head was the target! But as he was laying there, he felt someone start to wrap their arms around his legs, indicating that he needed to get the ******** outta there. In an attempt to retaliate, Matt leaned up and attempted to grab onto his former partner's head and pull him downward, hopefully stalling his assault!