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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:31 pm
Makes Me Wonder hits the PA as blue lights flash and the fans rise to their feet. Brandon Damone dashes out onto the stage with a bit of a smile on his face, despite how Place Your Bets turned out.
JR: Well, we have here the man that pushed GBL to his absolute limit last night in an ambulance match for the Intercontinental championship.
King: It's not time for his match. There must be something on his mind
Brandon begins to head down the ramp, moving to the music and high fiving fans along the way. He hops up onto the apron, then steps into the ring through the ropes and spins to stand in the center. He strikes his pose as the blue pyros shoot off across the ring behind him. Standing, he takes up a mic as the music dies out.
"So, last night Place Your Bets didn't quite go the way I'd planned. GBL managed to squeak by with a win and keep the WWFG Intercontinental championship.."
a few boos ring out
"Yeah, well, you have good nights, and you have bad ones. Last night was just barely his night. The plus side for Major Devastation is, I totally wrecked GBL's knee. So hey, maybe Major will finish that off."
Brandon rolls his eyes
"Anyway, on to big and important things. Wrestlemania is on the horizon, and for me, it'll be a first here in WWFG. And you know, I feel something is missing from this. It needs that one match that just leaves people in amazement. It needs something that isn't about a title, but about stealing the show. And I'm just the guy to deliver."
Brandon pauses.
"Now any other time, with a statement like this, you'd hear the music of Shawn Michaels hit and the Heartbreak Kid would come strutting down to the ring. But thankfully, tonight that can't be heard. Jed removed that shell of a Heartbreak Kid from WWFG with one vicious piledriver. And at this point, we're all grateful for it. No one wants to see that parody of HBK again. That wasn't the Showstopper, the Icon, the Main Event. That was a jobber, a farce and disgrace. Not the guy I idolized as a kid. So that leaves a void to be filled. Someone has to make Wrestlemania the show to watch, and that falls on the shoulders of a dragon, namely me."
JR: Some harsh words for the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels. But we were all disappointed with some of Shawn's words and reactions before he left. I just don't think he deserved the harsh ending he got
King: We all have our different opinions, but I think the point of this was that Brandon feels he can take the spotlight HBK once held.
"So, the question is, just who in the world could I possibly aim to face for my first Wrestlemania? Who could I possibly pull off what some might call big words from a smaller dragon? Just who in the WWFG could a dragon soar to the mountain top to meet?"
(planned interruption)
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 4:13 pm
Silence reigned in the arena as Brandon waited... The fans slowly began to grow restless, until the lights flickered out. The fans rose to their feet in anticipation, some even chanting "UNDERTAKER!" As time went by, a dark, spine-chilling whipser rang through the arena.
"... I'm not insane, I'm not insane...
I'm not insane... I'm not...
... Not insane..."
The last syllable rang out loudly, and was repeated until it grew into a scream.
"-SAAAAAAAAANE!"
Flames exploded from the stage as the lights flashed into a blood-red hue. The opening riff to Avenged Sevenfold's "Almost Easy" screeched through-out the arena as The God of Punks stepped out onto the stage, greeted by the cheers of almost every fan in the arena! Matt Shanahan was back, and he seemed to be in perfect condition! Decked out in his all black casual clothing, aviators, and his Punk-ville Slugger, Matt seemed like he was ready for a fight. But that's not why he was here. He walked down the ramp, completely ignoring the fans along the way. The God of Punks climbed into the ring, sliding his baseball bat to the corner along the way. The music faded and the lights turned back to their boring color, as Shanahan stood face to face with Brandon. Being 6'8", he had to completely look down at the man, his eyes dead-set on him. The fans chanted "SHAN-A-HAN!" jovially... But The Punk stared down at Brandon, without a word. Without even a cocky smirk.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 4:24 pm
Brandon's faced several big men in his career, including both his older brothers. Shanahan is just a tad bit smaller than his brothers, but hell, only by two inches.
"So, uh, big guy? You out here to take me on at Wrestlemania or just stand there and look all intimidating to everyone in the audience?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 4:42 pm
Shanahan looked down at the smaller man, before snatching the mic out of his hand. Matt slowly raised it up to his lips, making the fans wait before he would speak.
"... I was the leader of one of the greatest teams in WWFG, The Outcasts... I took the shitty Hardcore Championship, and recreated it. I made the Punkism Championship, and it was possibly the most prestigious title in all of WWFG history. I defeated Mike Landry at Wrestlemania, and saved Phoenixfire from an earlier demise than she would've receieved!"
The fans cheered for The God of Punks as he paused, his list of achievements gaining a huge pop!
"... And... You address me as 'big guy'? You ask me if I want to take YOU on?... How DARE you address a God, as if he was some common man?! Do you ******** know who I AM?!"
The fans could feel Shanahan's anger, some of them settling down in confusion. Matt was unusually egotistical tonight, that was apparent. The tall God continued to tower over Brandon, the anger visible on his face from not being addressed properly!
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 4:46 pm
Brandon smirks.
"Yeah, you're a big guy telling me what he did before. Matt Shanahan, former Punkism champion, a guy that beat landry and saved Phoenixfire, and then did nothing else until you showed your face here tonight."
Brandon looks right up into Shanahan's eyes
"You call yourself a god? Really? I hate to point this out, but that puts you in the same league as John Bradshaw Layfield, and that guy kinda sucks. I don't fear gods that walk among men, because in the end they're always just men. I can respect what you did in the past, but don't mistake that for intimidation or fear. I feel neither. The way I see it, Shanahan, is you call yourself a god and you sit high atop a mountain, and you're just waiting for me to kick you right the hell off it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 5:05 pm
Matt began to chuckle, amused by the man in front of him. He took off his aviators, and tossed them to the side. Looking Brandon straight in the eye, he rose his microphone back up.
"I don't just call myself a God... I AM a God. I've done more in my entire career, than your entire blood-line has combined. I've turned the men you've idolized, into broken, bloody shells. I've... I've done everything there IS to do in this business! And you're right, I do sit up on my mountain. Mount Punkology, if you will. I sit on my throne, with my weapon of destruction in hand...."
Shanahan motioned to the baseball bat lying on the ground, before speaking again.
"And I overlook the entire world from my throne... I watch these pathetic, inbred fans..."
The fans began to boo The God of Punks now, clearly upset with the man's words!
"... I watch the rookies gaze upon it in awe, some even attempting to climb it... And I send avalanches down upon them!... I watch the superstars and veterans try to climb and grapple their way up ... And I send gales of winds to send them back down to the ground!... And, I watch people like you. The ones who try to fly to the top of Mount Punkology. The ones who think they can avoid my grasp, until they reach the top... But even if you fly, I'll rain an unholy fire storm upon you, and shoot you right out of the sky!... But the difference between the fliers and the rest is this... The fliers don't survive. They don't try again."
Matt paused, letting the words soak in with Brandon and the fans, gaining heat with each and every one of them it seemed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 5:24 pm
"You know, there's one thing that history teaches us about gods. And that's that in the end, gods always fall or go soft. Which one of the two are you, the soft a** lovey dovey god or the one that got toppled off his throne?"
Brandon pauses as the crowd gets behind him instead of his legendary opponent
"You can talk all you want about your mountain, your throne. But in the end, all gods fall down into hell. You talk about all those that came before, trying to topple you? I can guarantee you most can't do what I can do."
another short pause
"You see, Matt, you like some other veterans and legends don't keep up with the times. I have fought the greatest superstars of the last decade. I've fought Cartwright and Landry, and my own family. I have stood face to face with the Deadman and went to the limit with the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. I've faced the guy that took HBK out of WWFG, Jed. I've beaten the conscience of WWFG GBL. I may not be called a legend yet, but I've done more than my fair share in this business."
Brandon smirks
"But you, God of Punks, of course will look down on me. Literally, because you're 6'8" tall and 326 pounds. You assume that I, at 5'11" tall and 215 pounds am not a threat to you. You assume that I can't soar to the top of your throne and straight into the fire. You think I haven't been through much, but I've been through hell and back and I'm still kicking. And frankly, if you step into the ring with me on the grandest stage of them all, you will find out what every other icon or legend in this business has come to realize. It isn't the size of the man, but the character and the heart that matters. I may lack the size, but I've got the ability to beat anyone at any time, whether they call themselves a god or not. So the question of the day, Matt Shanahan, do you really want to go to the highest stage in our industry and go against a guy that is totally unafraid of you? Will you accept the challenge of the Soaring Dragon, or will you back down and return to that little throne of yours, deluding yourself into thinking you're still the top entity around here?"
Brandon lowers the mic, waiting on a response
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 5:52 pm
Shanahan looked down at Brandon, comtemplating his words... Gathering his thoughts... Not even his greatest foes had come at him with such courage. But courage would only take Brandon so high. Matt rose the microphone again, his deep voice ringing through-out the arena.
"History can say whatever it wants, but I have rewritten history many times. But, if you wanna talk History... Let's do so... Have you ever heard of The Pit of Hell?"
The few fans around the arena that knew of it grew silent at the mention of Shanahan's deadly match. His eyes glared into Brandon's as he continued, trying to sense some fear.
"It's a match of my own creation... It's a match that's known for ending careers. It's historical, legendary even... It's pure hell, for all involved in it. It's made men stare Death in the eye... And the only thing that pulled them away from the Reaper's grip, was my own hand. But when I was done with them... They pleaded for Death, as they were carted out of the arena on a stretcher. You think you're so brave, talking to a God with such authority?... You think you could do what none other could?... You think you could survive my playground?"
Matt let out a deep cackle, before continuing.
"... What do you say, Soaring Lizard? Can you reach the top of Mount Punkology?... Can you survive the fire storm?... Can you fly passed everything I throw in your way?... Can you meet The God of Punks in his own territory?... The top of Mount Punkology... The PIT! OF! HELL!"
Shanahan's last words vibrated the arena with their force. The man waited for Brandon's answer... All while scanning him for some form of fear...
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:04 pm
"Pit of Hell, you say?" Brandon narrows his eyes. "If you want to go there, Shanahan, then lets go. Just don't get all pissy when I kick you off that mountain down into the depths of the hell you created for yourself."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:21 pm
Matt's stone face slowly turned into a sneer, as Brandon finished his sentence.
"You think you can dethrone The God of Punks?... Something not even people far greater than you could accomplish? Heh... You're foolish. But, if you think you can do what none other could... I'll sit on my throne, watching. Waiting. Until Wrestlemania... Where the flames will sear your flesh... And your wounds will be torn open like never before. Wrestlemania... Your career ends there."
Matt threw his microphone to the ground, and stared down at Brandon. His eyes locked with the Soaring Dragon's, as he pointed to the Wrestlemania sign on the rafters of the arena. The challenge was answered. Brandon would be facing The God of Punks.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:24 pm
Brandon stares right back up at the God of Punks, determined to make sure he understands that Brandon has no fear
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:31 pm
"Almost Easy" plays one more time as Shanahan slowly backed away from Brandon, exiting the ring. He walked backwards up the ramp, pointing to the Wrestlemania sign the entire way... His eyes burning into Brandon's.
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