The High Road

[ProtoWolf 2.0]

Careful What You Wish...
Careful What You Say...
Careful What You Wish You May Regret It.
Careful What You Wish You Just. Might. Get IT!

Then It All Crashes Down!
And You Break Your Crown!
And You Point Your Finger But There's No One Around!
Just Want One Thing!
Just to Be The King!
But The Castle's Crumbled
And You're Left With Just A Name...
Where's Your Crown King Nothing!

[Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to WWFG, Kelly King 2 . 0!]

No pyro, no elation, no excitement, no gimmicks. Kelly King walked out onto the stage after his music hit it's most solid point. Bandages were over his eye and arms under his suit, making the former apparent but the latter hidden. King also moved with a noticeable limp. He was already holding in his hand the microphone that had helped make him famous and given him the gift of life more often than not. The ring was set up with an apron and a table, as well as two fancy office chairs. In the middle of that table was a contract that was reissued, minus the urine, same as two weeks ago. A Match between Kelly King and Matt Shanahan at WrestleMania 2013. King paused for only one moment as he stood on the stage and stared at the ring where that contract waited, and then looked over his shoulder. He gave a very subtle nod to the curtain, and then stalked down the ramp with a limp.

Following shortly behind him were his children, Serenno King, Carmyne King, and Kayla King. With the exception of the young woman, each member of the King family was sporting serious wear and tear from the events of last week, which by now most fans had watched on Reboot.com, or had been shown in clips over the course of the night to the live crowd. Flanked by almost his entire family, Kelly walked up the steps and into the ring, where he stood with his boys and girl, looking more determined and angry than he'd ever looked in his entire career, and he'd had his beloved dog's ashes stolen from him once. It was that bad.

"Last week, I was enjoying dinner with my family. When I was attacked. In my own home. By Matt Shanahan." 2.0 started, his voice a little scratchy from the pain he'd lived with the past seven days. "Introducing my kids to a world they've never been a part of, because of my will to keep them out of it. My kids, my legacy. The one I hid from everyone personally and privately. As long as I have been around, I have never let them be involved. Matt Shanahan involved them." 2.0 growled into the microphone as he stalked back and forth in front of the contract signing table, in front of the hard-side camera. "He invaded my privacy, he came into my home, and broke my wall and my personal possessions, caused thousands of dollars worth of property damage, and laid his hands on my sons. Put all of us in the hospital. Because he wanted a WrestleMania match."

2.0 put his microphone down, as he rubbed the one eye that was currently visible, the unbandaged one, and wiped away the water that was brewing in the socket. "You chokeslammed my oldest. You almost crippled my youngest. And god knows what you would have done if I had not Harrison Ford'd you off that ******** balcony... to my daughter. It has become extremely apparent to me, Matt Shanahan that you will stop at nothing, no depravity, no insanity, no destiny, to get your match at WrestleMania with me. And I'm not willing to put my sons, my daughter, or my wife in danger for a full calendar year." He shook his head and walked over to the table, carefully letting the office chair support him as he walked. He looked at his kids, first to Serenno, then to the twins, Carmyne and Kayla, and instructed them without the use of the microphone to get out of the ring. Carmyne and Kayla were easy to convince, the female already with tears at the brim of her eyes, afraid to let her father stand face to face with the monstrosity that had attacked them 7 days ago. Carmyne escorted her out of the ring and towards the announce table. Serenno, however, stood in the ring with his father, not wanting to leave him in the ring alone with Matt. It took almost a full minute of stern convincing to get him to leave, and eventually he did, but he looked extremely unhappy about it.

2.0 turned his head, slowly, to the stage and the titantron. "Matt. I know you're back there tonight, because I know that the King County Sherrif's Department is a revolving door. You were back on the streets as soon as they could book you a flight out of town. I'm sure of it. So come out here... and we'll talk."  

[Punkology]

One minute went by, followed by another... Nothing but silence seemed to greet the King family right now. Had Matt been released? Maybe he was still in county jail; or maybe he was in his own home, having secured his match at Wrestlemania by now...

... Such thoughts were eradicated as the familiar guitar riff shook the arena, signalling for all the lights in the room to shut off. "Gone Sovereign" by Stone Sour, Matt's latest trademark theme, haunted the arena.

No one's laughing now...
No one's laughing now...
I'm sullen and sated,
And you can't put a price on me.
I won't share this disarray...
I won't pull these hands away...
I need to be chosen,
And, my God, don't pray for me!

The drumbeat finally kicked in, causing the lights on the stage to begin pulsing. Footage from the brutal Home Invasion began to play, as shaky as it was because Jake the Cameraman couldn't hold his hands still throughout it. From Matt chokeslamming Serreno to him flipping the table onto the Kingly Patriarch himself, the footage shocked the fans that hadn't already viewed it online.

So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead...
And shatter every legend in my head...
If only the committed would survive...
Is anybody here still LEFT ALIVE?!

The music cut off abruptly, leaving the titantron as the only light source in the room. It continued to show the footage highlights, taking interest in such scenes where Matt stared Carmyne down before bashing the Scepter into his back. The next scene was of Shanahan staring down at Kayla, before giving a close up of Matt's cold eyes staring into the camera, as if he were staring directly at the man in the ring...

THIS IS MINE!!!

There were no explosions or fireworks as the music kicked back in with the full light display, revealing The God of Punks to be standing at the top of the ramp. Stitches were clear on his forehead, but seemed to hold no other injuries. He wore a leather trenchcoat, an article of clothing that was slowly becoming more prominent in his entrances, with his baseball bat tight in his right hand. He never came to the ring unarmed, and tonight would be no different. No time was wasted as he began his descent to the ring; the first verse of the song wasn't even completed before Matt was climbing the steps and entering the ring, those hate-filled eyes not leaving 2.0 for a moment.

The music faded away when Matt came to stand behind the table, simply glaring down at the target of his anger and frustration over the past few weeks. The majority of the fans were booing the WWFG Hall of Famer, but there seemed to be still be Punk loyalists in the crowd, as they were trying their best to counteract the jeers. He said nothing while he slowly pulled the opposite office chair back and sat in it. The baseball bat remained in his grip and rested across his lap, ready for the chance that he may be jumped. No words were spoke; he had nothing to say on his behalf.

 

[ProtoWolf 2.0]

2.0 looked at Shanahan, watching him cautiously as he came down to the ring. His eyes narrowed to simple slits of rage that glared a hole through the God Of Punks upon his sitting down. He waited for those lyrics to end before he even bothered to take a breath. To even move an inch. He didn't move to sit down for a long time. He just stared at Shanahan.

"You don't have anything to say? You don't want to talk about what you did to me and my family? Who the ******** do you think you are? Matt Shanahan, God of Punks. You almost killed me last week, and you don't have one damned good defense for it do you? What I destroyed was metal. What you destroyed was a home. Two good sons. And a friendship. All this over a ******** WrestleMania match that you don't even deserve?"  

[Punkology]

The crowd let out an 'ooooh!' at King's harsh words, but they didn't seem to even register in Matt's head. That blank, rage-filled stare continued to meet with Kelly's eyes without a word. It took him a long minute before he finally grabbed the microphone off of the table between them, taking his sweet time to lift it to his lips.

"... What is there to say that hasn't already been established? You think that I need to give you some justification as to why I attacked you and your family in your own home? You wouldn't give a flying ******** to hear whatever bullshit excuse I feed you. But for the sake of filling up whatever amount of time we have on camera, let's go down the list. You could say I wanted revenge, I was angry about you rejecting the match, I felt the need to hurt you personally, but you know what? It's all -********- bullshit. You know why? Because the real reason I did it was to send a message, you limey ********> Matt spat at King, his eyes full of anger and hatred.

"You and I both know the message, but I'll go ahead and elaborate for the three brats sitting over there. When I have a goal, nothing can stop me. There are no boundaries, there are no limits. But you brought everything upon -yourself-, b***h. If you signed the contract two weeks ago, your sons wouldn't have been in danger of being in a wheelchair. If you signed it, I wouldn't have driven all the way to your house to prove that. So before you go blaming -me- for what happened to your family, I want you to look in the goddamn mirror. -You- caused everything that happened last week. You could've stopped it, but you didn't."

 

[ProtoWolf 2.0]

"You can try and pass the blame off on my, Matt. No one but you, and maybe my oldest son, will buy it. The only person responsible for what you did is you. And I don't want you to ever forget that when I beat you at WrestleMania and put an end to your manic obsessions." Kelly King stated as he slowly sat down in the chair and took the contract, signing it quickly on the last page and then dropping the pages. He slid it and the pen across the table.  

[Punkology]

"It's funny you say that, King-o. I hold no shame for what I did; I have no regrets. You disgraced -me-, you made me a joke. But there are no more jokes, there are no soothing lights at the end of this tunnel. This isn't about beating you at Wrestlemania anymore... This is about breaking you, and showing the world just how -great- the mighty Kelly King 2.0 is. I only hope that your kids are there..." Matt paused to pick up the pen and swiftly scribble his signature onto the contract. It was done, the Wrestlemania match was confirmed.

He lifted his eyes to stare at 2.0 afterwards, those cruel eyes narrowed in, "I hope they're there to watch me destroy you with your own Scepter. I hope they're there so I can break Carmyne's back with it. I hope they're there so I can show Serreno just how strong his father's Kingdom holds up against the brute force of a God. And I hope they're there... So I can look little Kayla straight in the eye as I throw you for the final time in your career... Do you understand what I'm saying, King? End my streak, claim your win at Wrestlemania, I beg you. End my 'obsession'... But just know that no matter what you do... -I- will end your reign, for good. I will leave Wrestlemania on my feet, while you are dragged out by your family."

 

[ProtoWolf 2.0]

"You know, Matt. It's funny how people can sign away their lives so quickly... you forgot to read the fine print."

2.0 would wait for long moments of time if he had to if it meant for even a second that Matt would actually listen to him and read the fine print on that contract for their wrestlemania match before whispering into the microphone.

"No holds barred."

He would then grab Shanahan's head in both his hands and slam it down hard on the table!!  

[Punkology]

An eyebrow cocked as King spoke. Did King really think Matt a fool? He's the one that got the contract made! He knew it was your typica-... Wait.

No holds barred? That wasn't the match Matt told them to put on the paper. Sure, he could adjust to it easily, but...

That thought was quickly eliminated as his head was slammed down onto the table, causing him to bounce back and fall out of his chair, his hands immediately grasping his stitched up forehead!

 

[ProtoWolf 2.0]

King tossed his microphone out of the ring overhead, as Kayla caught it on the outside. 2.0 fluffed out his complicated coat jacket and stood from the table, before he went to flip it over onto Shanahan!

"The only person who is getting dragged out of WrestleMania is you!"
"Because In the Final Hour."
"All must serve."
"The One."
"True."
"King."  

[Punkology]

Matt hissed loudly through his teeth as the brats on the outside began to mock him. His thoughts were quickly jarred as the table was flipped over onto him, causing a rough breath of air to leave his lungs. Reacting quickly, The God of Punks attempted to push the table off and roll out of the ring, pulling himself out of that expensive leather jacket in the process!

 

[ProtoWolf 2.0]

2.0 let Matt roll out of the ring as he stared straight at Matt and calculated trajectory. King dodged the table as he ran towards the ropes, and bounced hard on them. He ran across the ring with the extra speed and leapt up, jumping and springboarding on the second rope, diving out of the ring at Matt Shanahan!!  

[Punkology]

Matt stood with a look on his face that could frighten even the biggest men in the industry. To say he was pissed would be the biggest understatement of the year. <********... Brats..." He growled as he turned around to stare in their direction. That turned out to be a -very- bad idea though, because he turned around just in time to watch Kelly fly through the air!

"... s**t," that was the only word that left Shanahan's lips before The One True King crashed down onto him, bringing him down to the thin mats!

 

[ProtoWolf 2.0]

King lay on the ground with Shanahan for a moment, holding his leg. It was already hurting, but now it was crazy. He rolled onto his back and then up to his feet. "This is the end!" He cries out loudly to the fans without a microphone and then stared down at the b*****d who'd almost killed his kids. He crouched over Matt and pulled him up by the hair before he just started trying to lay in fists to his forehead to open him back up. "YOU'RE A MONSTER. YOU ********. YOU DESERVE TO BE DEAD!"  

[Punkology]

Shanahan was the monster? King's the one that was trying to rip open a man's stitches. Those thin pieces of string let loose with ease, making with for Matt's wound to begin bleeding once more. The urge to fight back never left the man, and that was clear as he shot his hands up in an attempt to claw at Kelly's eyes!

 

[ProtoWolf 2.0]

When King felt Matt's hands on his face, he put his own fingers into Shanahan's eyes and mouth, hooking them, clawing at them all the same. "I'm going to put you down like the rabid dog you are you fat ********!" He snarled out before Shanahan got the better of him and King had to back off of the mount and punch objective, stumbling back on his a**.