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 Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 2:29 pm
Tonight's Main Event is a Falco's Nest match for the WWE:E Evolution Championship! Falcons Nest Four 30 foot tall scaffolding like pillars stand at the corners of the ring. Atop the four pillars there is a reinforced steel cage like platform. There are two 15 foot ladders on top of the platform, and TWO Hooks. One hook hangs above the platform, and another above the ring. The hook above in the ring has the ICW Heavyweight championship hanging from it; the one above the platform is empty. The ICW Championship is inside a glass case in the middle of the platform, first to hang the ICW Championship up upon the hook above the platform will become the ICW Champion. The match will start out as a ladder match (Inside the normal ring) making the first person to climb a ladder and retrieve the Heavyweight championship to become the Heavyweight Champion. The match then takes to the elevated platform and becomes a reverse ladder match 30 feet above the ring! The competitors must climb the pillars to reach the platform.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 3:54 pm
The arena's lights slowly burned out as the fans prepared for the Main Event of the night. And what a main event it would be... Silence held thick in the air as the sound of a lone guitar plucking notes echoed through the building. The titantron flickered on to show black-and-white footage of Matt Shanahan walking down to the ring, scenes fading into eachother as if to show a progression over the years, the growth of a God. Images of him holding onto various title belts melded with the footage, from being beaten to a pulp and holding his first mainstream title, the EEW Estremo Championship, to him laid on the mat with the ICW Championship hugged to his chest. As the final notes began to play, the familiar scene of him exploding into flames by the hands of Chrono played in slow-motion. The last note was plucked while the image of Shanahan sitting on top of a ladder with his head bowed appeared, then slowly faded away... A moment of silence passed before a loud opening guitar chord shook the arena. The fans jumped to their feet in anticipation, the only light being shone on them coming from the titantron. "In The Air Tonight" by Nonpoint echoed loudly through the air, signalling that the festivities were bound to begin. I can feel it, coming in the air toniiiiight... Oh Lord...
Well I've been waiting for this moment, for all my liiiife... Oh Lord...
Can you feel it, coming in the air toniiiight?... Oh Lord...
Oh Lord...The arena shook violently as the the sound of booming thunder echoed overhead. The signal of the incoming storm. The titantron continued to play footage of the few encounters Chrono and Shanahan have had over the years, including the one where the two Gods shook hands as they walked out of WWFG. The footage came back to their last match, where both men had lashed out in brutal fashion. Well, if you told me you were drowning,
I would not lend a hand...
I've seen your face before, my friend.
But I don't know if you know who I am...
Well, I was there and I saw what you did,
I saw it with my own two eyes.
So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been...
It's all been a pack of lies! The familiar drum solo played through the arena, causing a small pop with the fans. On the last hit, a bolt of lightning shot out of the roof of the building and crashed into the stage, causing an explosion of flames. The lights flashed on with green and red strobes on impact, revealing the man standing exactly where the lightning had hit. Surrounded by a circle of flames was the God that was thought to have been lost to the world just months ago, the fans igniting in the loudest chorus of adoration of the entire night. It was a man that needed no announcements. A man that demanded respect in every room he entered. A man that came back from Hell itself. His hair was slicked back as always, his black street attire was covered by a long black trenchcoat, and his signature blood-caked baseball bat was tight in his gloved right hand. No aviators covered his eyes tonight; he wanted the world to see the blood-shot black eyes underneath tonight. Tonight, Matt Shanahan was on a warpath. Tonight wasn't about a title, putting on a good show, or even about his legacy. It was about vengeance. The God of Punks was seeking to dethrone the God of Time once and for all. And I can feel it coming in the air tonight! Oh Lord!
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life! Oh Lord!
I can feel it coming in the air tonight! Oh Lord... Oh Lord!
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life! OH LORD, OH LORD! As the chorus finished, the strobes began to fade away, only a spare few continuing to illuminate the arena. The God of Punks slowly began his descent down the ramp, his eyes locked on the structure above the ring. Faclo's Nest, a match designed for ICW Legends. A match that so few would ever get to step into, and this would be his third time. A large portion of his legacy was in that Nest, and tonight he would put it on the line against the man that tried to end his career. "Making his way to the ring, weighing in at three-hundred and twenty-six pound, standing at a massive six-foot-eight... He is The God of Punks, he is... Matt! SHANAHAN!"Well I remember, I remember don't worry!
How could I ever forget?
It's the first time, the last time we ever met...
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up...
No, you don't fool me.
The hurt doesn't show; but the pain still grows...
It's no stranger to you or me!Shanahan stopped at the bottom of the ramp right before the last line resonated through the arena. The quick drum solo followed once more and on queue, Matt lifted his baseball bat high above his head, his left hand raising as well with four fingers extended, signalling the move he had come to make famous. On the last note, and as his hands lifted to the sky, lightning struck against the stage once more, causing an even large explosion than before; lightning does indeed strike twice. Flames ignited all around the stage, standing high as he lowered his arms and began to climb into the ring. I can feel it coming in the air tonight! Oh Lord!
Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life! Oh Lord!
I can feel it in the air tonight! Oh Lord!
Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life! OH LORD, OH LORD!
Once Shanahan was in the ring, his eyes locked in above, staring at the steel mesh of the Nest. He turned his gaze down to look around at the fans that still had hope in him. The God of Punks gave a nod, lifting his baseball bat in the air once more to obtain another roaring cheer. The music slowly began to die away while he dropped his bat into the corner and began to remove his trenchcoat, eyes locked in on the stage once again. "Let's go, you son of a b***h..." He whispered to himself, waiting for the man that had wrongfully betrayed him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:02 pm
"Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time, please welcome Chrono Clepsydra's personal ring announcer.... Nina Royale..." A blonde woman emerged from the back, carrying a clipboard, a mic. Pressing the mic to her lips "Ladies and Gentlemen of the WWE:E Universe, I present to you a man... No a God, who has been the single most dominating entity in the roster of today, tomorrow and the future. He is the glue that holds things together, the shaper of things. He is the original Best in the World, a record breaking forty four time world champion, a record breaking twenty five time tag team champion, the retirer of legends, the creator of stars, the creator of fine groups like Velocity, Team carnage, Ragnarok to name a few..."
She paused for a moment to catch her breath, and smiled. Tipping her glasses up she spoke again.
"He is the first ever Undisputed Champion of Gaia, The Tyrannical Behemoth.. From Kurolime Village, Sevii Selegaria. Standing at Six foot, Eight inches... He weighs two hundred and eighty pounds. He is entering his Three Hundredth and Twenty Fourth day as YOUR WWE:E Evolution Champion... May I present to you.. My boss, my close personal friend, in fact my best friend.. Chronooooooooooo Cleeeeeeeppppppppsssssyy
yyyddraaaaa!'
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:05 pm
The dome of the arena that housed the WWE:E Showdown PPV event began to open up to reveal the night sky, as the arena lights cut off. The crowd began to cheer, likely pumped up from the matches that had transpired prior, and the arrival of Matt Shanahan earlier. There was sounds of multiple helicopters that could be heard as it neared the arena, four of them to be precise, and they were carrying something big.. As the they neared the object was humanoid in appearance as it stopped, and lowered as the object was wedged just over the titantron as the lights flicked on. It was a giant Mecha that's eyes flickered on. ' The Hand That Feeds' by Nine Inch Nails began to play You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold
Mecha Karasuzord Deploy Sequence Initiated The mecha boomed in a loud voice. Steam came out of the arms of the mecha, as it lifted it's arms to the chest piece. It opened up revealing the WWE:E Evolution Champion, Chrono Clepsydra, his accents and features were shown on the tron. He had a determined look on his face. One hand of the mecha came up as Chrono stepped on to it, it started to lower him down. The crowd cheering because they never saw anything like this. Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?As Chrono was lowered to the ramp, daughter Eras came out from the back, along with Yukari, his wife. In Eras' arms was Chrono's youngest daughter Invidia. The three year old smiled, and clapped her hands. What if this whole crusade's
A charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine
Chrono nodded his head at his family, his personal ring announcer Nina Royale. He took the E:E Championship that adorned his waist, and rose it up as laser lights flickered from the mecha, Green pyro ran up and down the ramp, as it circled around the fan barricades, the ring posts.. Around the ring the green pyro ran and even the top of the arena itself! The fans were getting a real treat, a laser light show and a firework show at the same time.. Mecha Karasuzord Secondary Deploy sequence initiated... Part of the ramp rose up revealing a glass case filled with multiple masks and personas that Chrono had worn throughout the years. Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
The Mask of Poison Ivan, the Mask of Malice, the Mask of Mephisto were noted. The traditional NES powerglove that he used as Malice was shown, several items from his past. So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on
Looking at all the items with a pleasant smirk adorning the face, more steam came out of the mecha. Mecha Karasuzord Third Deploy Sequence Initiated This time from out of it's shingards, as several monks dressed in robes similar to Chrono's style came out. They surrounded the ramp, as two walked up and undressed Chrono from his signature trenchcoat. Folding it up they all bowed as Chrono walked down the ramp Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?With outstretched hands he spun around to view the crowd he scanned the signs, their reactions His family standing on the ramp, the set up he just came from. He closed his eyes pausing enjoying everything Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
Turning around to face the ring once more, He smirked, his head lowered Shooting up, Chrono lifted his arm up holding the prestigious WWE:E Evolution Championship high in the air.
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
Walking around the ring, surveying the entire crowd surrounding it. He took his time getting to the ring. Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?He stepped into the ring looking at the elaborate Falco's nest set up. Handing the title to the ref, he placed it in a glass box as it rose to the platform.
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?Chrono paced back and forth in the ring, as he awaited the start of the match
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:20 pm
The God of Punks remained unamused all during his brother's elaborate entrance. The wife, the child, the oversized Mecha... All were nothing more than witnesses to the brutality that would commence. His gloved hands flexed against the leather as he stared down Chrono from across the ring. It was truly an even match; they were the same height, in the same weight range, and both were accomplished Legends in the business. Regardless of outcome, this match would be destined to put all others to shame.
Matt slowly stepped forward towards the center of the ring. His eyes stayed trained on The God of Time all the ring. The bell rang, but Shanahan didn't make a move. Not yet...
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 8:54 pm
Pacing back and forth for what would be his last time. He had accomplished everything he needed to in the wrestling world. Not a man alive had more accolades than he did.
None were even remotely close, certainly not the man in front of him. Matt Shanahan, a man who Chrono had called brother, acknowledged as a god like him.
His eyes narrowed as he looked on at the God of Punks, Chrono had done very deplorable things in career. However he had planned each and every single one of them meticulously. From his debut, to his final match.
Tilting his head to the side, then to the other side he cracked his neck. He walked closer to the middle of the ring where Shanahan stood.
Face to face they stood, he could see the hatred in Matt's eyes, Chrono returned the hatred just as much. They both respected each other, but this was a matter of more than respect, more than a title, more than anything it was a means to an end.
The two stared each other down not making a move... They knew each other quite well..
Too well...
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 9:02 pm
His stance was unwavering. His confidence, unbreakable. His stare, unforgivable. The God of Punks was in rare form tonight; Chrono had his full attention. The man to make the first move would surely set the tone for the beginning of the match, but who would it be?
The Punk would be the first one it seemed, raising his arms in a brute attempt to push Chrono back by the chest. It wasn't an attempt to push him down, merely a shove to get him to back up.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 9:08 pm
The tension was thick between the duo, the arena was still. Calm, quiet.
As Matt moved towards him, the God of Time reared back and attempted to smack the taste out of the God of Punk's mouth as a sign of disrespect.
Matt's shove would connect however.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 2:23 pm
Announcer 1: "The tension in the arena right now is palpable as these two legends square off in what is said to be Chrono Clepsydra's final match."
Announcer 2: "You're right about that. The atmosphere here is absolutely electric, and if this lives up to the hype, we might just have the makings of the Match of the Year!"
Announcer 1: "Who knows what we can expect to see here tonight? We've already seen a giant robot, a museum display and monks, and the match hasn't even started yet!"
As the two Gods of the G-Feds faced off, the arena lights turned crimson red as Warrior by Disturbed hit the PA system, heralding the arrival of the Dementium title holder himself, Major Devastation. The Devil Dog emerged from the tunnel with his half of the Evo Tag Team Championship strapped around his waist and the Dementium Championship slung over his shoulder, but he wasn't dressed for action. Clad in a custom Armani suit, the Master of Disaster casually made his way down the ramp, heading for the announce table.
Announcer 1: "Wait, what's this? That's Major Devastation's music! What's he doing here?"
Announcer 2: "Maybe he just wants a better view of the match? It looks like he's coming this way."
Announcer 1: "But he has the Dementium title with him...does that mean what I think it means?"
Announcer 2: "Why don't you just ask him when he gets here?"
As he reached the announce table, Major unfastened the title belt from around his waist and laid it across the top of the table as he grabbed a headset and put it on. The Marine shook hands with both of the commentators before taking a seat.
"Evening gentlemen," Major said as he settled in to watch the match.
Announcer 1: "Well, we have a rare treat! So, Major, what brings you out here tonight?"
After a moment of looking for the right words, Devastation replied with a mischievous tone, "Well, you could say that I have something of a vested interest in the outcome of this match. After all, I have a guaranteed title shot anytime I want it, and I figured I'd come out to scout my potential opponents...and the view from here beats the hell out of the monitors in the back. Of course, maybe after these two have kicked the living crap out of each other, I might just decide to cash in the opportunity. We'll all just have to wait and see, now won't we?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 5:31 pm
The smack connected with the side of Shanahan's face right as he pushed his opponent back. Not only had Chrono tried to end his career, but now he was showing blatant disrespect? The God of Punks wasn't going to allow it.
He whipped his head back around towards The God of Time after the impact, not wasting a second to bring a right haymaker flailing in towards Chrono's temple. If it connected, he'd attempt to follow with a left, then another right to the man's head!
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 5:40 pm
Not only had Matt's heymaker hit him, but also his left strike. Both strikes sent the God of Time a few steps back.
Shaking his head, his eyes stern the Tyrannical Behemoth dashed towards the God of Punks and attempted to pick him up and send him to the mat with a half tackle, half take down.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 10:50 am
The God of Time was just as much of a brute as Shanahan was, and that showed with the sudden takedown-tackle. The Punk was lifted and brought down onto the mat, hoping to at least wrap his arms around Chrono and botch his landing right before impact. What would this do?
... He literally had no idea.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 1:07 pm
Chrono landed on top of Matt, and while the landing may have been botched, it was just enough for Chrono to do what he needed to do.
Raising his fist he prepared to strike the God of Punks down into the mat but instead he attempted to strike him in the face a few times with his elbow!
In the back of his mind, Chrono knew of Major's presence, he didn't care. He was irrelevant at this point, even if he planned on cashing his championship in it wouldn't matter. All that mattered was this match.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:11 am
The first elbow landed with no resistance, the force of it knocking his senses back into full drive, not to mention raising his chances of a concussion! As the second one came in, he attempted to block it with an arm, before attempting a quick throat jab with the other!
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 11:33 am
As Matt blocked the second elbow, he instantly rose his other arm up to block anything Matt had to offer. He knew him too well, and sure enough Matt went for a throat jab.
After Matt's failed jab, Chrono attempted to grab Matt's arm pull him up and drill another elbow into the side of his head!
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