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 Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 12:05 pm
The rage driven Shanahan crashed into the mat, stopping short of falling out of the ring once more. Pain racked his battered body, especially from where the burnt flesh skinned across the mat. His face was a mural of pain, a testament to the suffering he had been through so far. But it wasn't over yet.
He heard the crowd give a loud pop as the American Muscle Babe managed to tackle Mephisto to the ground, succeeding where he had failed. The Punk's gears began turning again while he pulled himself over the ropes, sliding out of the ring afterwards. On his feet, he stumbled over to where he had previously fallen due to the surprise explosion; his baseball bat was still there. He lifted his mighty weapon with one gloved hand, getting an immediate reaction from the fans that were still focusing on him; he couldn't blame those that weren't though.
Sliding back into the ring, Matt slowly pushed himself to a standing position, watching Christina work on Chrono. The bat was tight in his hands, eyes narrowing as he lifted it into his trademark 'batting' stance. He wouldn't fail this time...
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 12:17 pm
Christina stood, breathing in anger. She wasn't known as someone who would use her strength to its full potential and throw her opponents around the ring, usually looking for more grounded and non-lifting techniques. But this time, with the adrenaline and the rage was flowing in her body, she couldn't help it, she had to. She waited for Mephisto to stand up, and then would try to send him crashing straight in the hot pieces of tables with a Spinebuster.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 1:27 pm
Christina Parks was no doubt powerful perhaps the most powerful woman's wrestler of all time.
At least in the sense of 'raw' power, the most powerful woman presence wise was at ringside. Chrono's wife
Chrono's daughter, Eras current owner of EWA also a powerful woman in her own right, perhaps more than Chrono and Yukari combined
standing on the ramp.
But even with Christina's raw power, as Mephisto got up laughing despite his 'face' being pummeled
he continued to laugh, he staggered up to his feet and then Parks went for a spinebuster
however it looked more like a lift up tackle from the audience's perspective as Mephisto was flung into the broken tables from the
move. Laying in the broken rubble staring up at the lights in the night sky.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:47 pm
Okay, the Spinebuster may be a little bit botched, but at least it had the desired effect. Just sayin'.
From that point, she looked at the side where Shanahan was standing with his bat in his hands. She pointed at Shanahan, hoping to get a reaction from the crowd (which she got, by the way), and also stating what she was about to go for, which was to drag Chrono/Mephisto/whatshisname to the nearest side, ready for Shanahan to get some retribution.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 9:53 pm
The Punk couldn't help but crack a small smirk when Christina looked his way; some things never change, you know. He immediately focused on the prize ahead as she began to drag Mephisto out of the table's remains though. He had been distracted far too often tonight; he couldn't let it happen again.
As soon as Christina was even a step away from the downed God, Matt's body gave a surge as he began to sprint forward. No roars to signal his arrival this time, he learned from that mistake. With the bat tight in his grip, he brought it arching downward before yanking it back up as he came in close-quarters, going for a golf-swing at the side of Chrono's head with the wooden bat!
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 11:21 pm
Trending Worldwide
Christina Parks, Happy Birthday Chrono, American Muscle
By this point the crowd started cheering 'Amer-i-can Mus-cle" as Mephisto was still in the table wreckage
"Amer-i-can Mus-cle!!! Amer-i-can Mus-cle!!! Amer-i-can Mus-cle!!!"
All the time Mephisto was laying there not moving, unsure of what to think as he was pulled out of the table wreckage.
The bat was held in Matt's hand and then the crowd roared even more
"SHE WANTS THE BAT! SHE WANTS THE BAT!!"
There was a loud stomping and clapping noise
"GIVE IT TO HER!!! GIVE IT TO HER!!!"
The crowd continued to stomp and clap, the noise was starting to stir Mephisto, as he turned to his side.
SHE'S A COU-GAR!!! SHE'S A COUGAR
SHU-GAH DAD-DEH SHU-GAH DAD-DEH
Stirring slowly he got to up as he attempted to prop his arms up to get a up and then suddenly...
There was a sicking thud, as the crowd absolutely roared, as the hit seemed to be in slow motion as it cracked the side of
Mephisto's face, flying back the demon rolled out of the ring and landed on his face.
HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t
THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME
the crowd roaring their approval as E-E-DUB chants began to echo throughout the arena.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 5:59 am
"Why the baseball bat? I've been asked that since... My first match in EEW, really. It's such a basic weapon, anyone could use it; but no one can swing it like I can around here. Back then, it was the trademark for my matches. Somewhere along the line, the bat had to be used. Just like Kelly King's scepter, the bat became the symbol of Matt Shanahan, the symbol of things to come. Now, it's a signal of the end, because if you piss me off to the point that I resort to using it... Chances are you'll be breathing through a tube for awhile."
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For Shanahan, it was almost like every moment of 'Mephisto's' torment was only building up to that moment. Despite his everything this man had thrown at him, that swing was all Matt needed to that he was far from dead. He may be bloodied, covered in ashes, filled with fractured and/or broken bones, and burnt, but he wasn't dead.
After the hit sent Chrono out of the ring, The Punk halted himself right at the ropes, and hand grabbing onto them to stabilize his footing. "I hope that tickled... Son of a b***h..." Matt hissed through his lips towards the downed man; he didn't care if his words were heard or not. Even through this, Shanahan couldn't ignore the various chants of the fans. Facing Christina, he extended his bat towards her, his classic smirk carefully tugging across his features. "Mind keeping this match fair for me, Babe?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 9:38 am
Yukari looked on as Mephisto was clocked with the bat and knocked out of the ring.
To her it was a matter of 'You reap what you sow', and he had done a lot of reaping'.
Why should she get involved, after all her purpose,
her goal was to make sure the match continued on and had a decisive winner.
The demon was motionless in a heap of broken tables, some of Joey's ashes and glass. Not moving, nothing...
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 10:46 am
"He's all yours sweetie! Just needed to let some steam off"
And from there, she went outside the ring, sitting on the announcer's table, or at least what was left of it, depending on what happened not just in this match, but during the night.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 2:26 pm
Matt let out a pained chuckle as she left the ring, his body turning back to stare out of the ring towards Chrono. He lifted the bat once more in one hand, the other hand lifting with four fingers extended; his signature pose. The bat clattered to the ground afterwards, as Matt decided he didn't need it for the time being. It had done it's job.
"Enough games, brother..." Matt spoke with a calm tone through all the anger and agony while climbing out of the ring. From here on, he would try to keep a level head. His frustration is what caused so much to occur thus far, after all.
"Just you, and me... Clepsydra and Shanahan... No more gimmicks, no more tricks, no more insults..." Matt muttered as he walked towards Chrono, hoping to reach down towards him and rip the cracked mask off of his face.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 4:31 pm
Games.... You thought that was games... a voice could be heard from where Mephisto laid.
What you call games, I call necessary... Necessary for you not me. You called yourself a God of Punks...
But what have you done that was so godly...
He started to rise as the Mephisto mask broke off, it was in half.
You've done nothing, but survive... Only because I let you... This whole time
You've been in my shadow, same as Nuke...
An over sized shadow of godhood.. You call yourself a 'Black Star' that erases light?
I am the dark, that fear itself trembles in...
I am the light that brought hope to this pitiful federation, this... Universe.
I am that limit that everyone desires to break, to beat... To best
I am the proof that it can't be done..Because I am their better...
It matters not win or lose, because I am Omnipotent
I will never.... Be forgotten...
Chrono then stood up and faced Matt, staring him down his eyes burning a hole through his brother's eyes.
Chrono's face was bloodied, bruised and blood was trickling down his lips
"You wanted the very best, and you've got him.. You wanted my attention... You've got it... But don't think...
For one second that I will not beat you within an inch of your life.
Mephisto, Poison Ivan, Malice? Nothing compared to me..
You will get the best performer, the best speaker, the best leader, the best champion.
Every single bit of it... But if you hold back, if you do not give me everything you've got.. You do not put your very
body, your soul, your heart, everything on the line in this....
I... Will... End.. You...
Round two starts now brother..."
He paused making sure his words sunk into Matt...
"You wanted the best of the best of the best in the world.... Your funeral..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 4:51 pm
"What have I done? That's cute..." Matt retorted, standing toe to toe with his brother once more. They locked eyes, both with a fiery intensity that couldn't be matched. There was too much emotion and volatile elements in this match for any form of an outcome to be simple. Not just two gods, these were two very pissed off men, both in their own ways.
"I didn't want your attention, I demanded it. While you boast about achievements and all that you've accomplished... I've done something greater, a*****e." Matt paused, extending an arm out towards the crowd. Even if others couldn't hear the words they exchanged, it didn't matter to him. The fans were irrelevant in this. "I became an icon, someone these people can idolize. A figure for all the Outcasts, all the Punks, all the Rejected to let them know that success doesn't always happen to ******** like you, brother. It can happen for the street-trash, it can happen for the kid that gets abused, it can happen for the girl that that gets laughed at for being different, it can happen for the guy that can't afford to even live in the Projects... It can happen for me, the jobber no one saw going anywhere. And it did. I don't need your approval to know that at the end of the day, despite all my shortcomings... I do what I always intended, I give -my- people a reason to cheer, even if it's just for a moment. And I don't need your ********' approval to know that to them, -I- am the best. I -am- a God."
The battered Shanahan stood silently for a moment, his arm falling back to his side. His face was bruised, his body a bloodied and scorched mess, with the ashes of his fallen friend to add insult to the injuries. But he pressed on; whether it was because Christina helped, his drive to win, or the rage that boiled within, no could know. "Tonight, I confirm that belief. Win or lose, I will topple you and I will show everyone... That the mighty Chrono Clepsydra may be the greatest one around... But Matt Shanahan's got his ********' number. And that, my dear friend... That starts now."
Without another word, Matt threw his arms against Chrono and attempted to force him into a rough lock-up! Round two was going to start off fast.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 5:23 pm
Locking up with Matt, Chrono spoke
Cute, you want to talk about outcasts? Look at all the rookies that I brought up and gave them hope when no one would give them chances
Look at every single one that I purposely put down so they could aspire to rise above and prove me and everyone else wrong.
You were 'reaching out outside of the community?'
The God of Time started attempted to push Matt, at least to get them both away from the table wreckage.
I made it, and then I left to build up a fanbase to bring more people in, hone my craft else where..
What happened when I came back, you all even you... Rejected me, not knowing who I am...
What I did... Forgetting who I was... But never again.. Ne-ver Again...
Chrono starred down his brother while they were still in an lock up, making sure his words burned into Matt.
You want to talk about rejects, punks, and you being the idol of them? You want to talk about overcoming shortcomings..
Chrono then shoved Matt off of the lock up, as he took his shirt and ripped it off, showing his scarred body
A metal plate was on his shoulder, a giant gash healed over on his side, his body looked like a wreck
"Each and every match I'm in, I am the underdog. I have to overcome shortcomings.
I had to overcome every single match, enduring every single agonizing pain I put my body through for the sake of you, for them..
I am the underdog, because there is no greater opponent than yourself...
I have to live with each and every single decision I make good or bad,
You.. Them, You'll forget what you did last week..
You'll forget the punks that you helped, they'll forget you when they achieve that success..
They'll forget you..."
Chrono snapped his fingers, as he paused.
"Just like that... It's happened before, it'll happen again... But me?
Never will forget... Because I won't allow them too..
I won't allow these people, whether they're paying here, at home, stealing a stream, reading results, or any thing...
Whether it's the rich, the poor, the popular, rejected, talented, not talented.
I refuse to give them anything less than the best.."
Chrono then pointed to himself, and then to Matt.
"That is the difference between you and me, you only care about the rejects. That's fine and good.. But me?
I do it for them, for you, for everyone in the back, those in the crowd... Everyone..
That is what I do what I do, you aspire to make them look up to you, be their idol?
That's cute... I aspire to bring out the best out of everyone...
That is why they come to me, not you...
No, you don't need my approval but before this night is over...
I'll make you want it....
Because like I said, I do this to bring the best out of everyone..
Even you....
Whether they, or you... Like it or not.."
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 5:46 pm
Even as Chrono spoke out against everything he said, it fell on deaf ears. Matt didn't care about Chrono's claims of being 'the underdog.' To him, there was never an underdog. He shook his head as he stood face to face with the man once more. "No, Chrono... In all my years, I've never wanted your approval. And that will never change. To bring out the best in someone isn't to break them down and make them want to overthrow you. -You- cannot bring out the best in anyone. Only they can. Tonight, -I- have brought out my best. Not because of you or all the s**t you've pulled... But because -I- wanted to. -I- needed to, to show that everyone can. It doesn't take an act of a God to be the best or beat the best... It takes pure willpower. I gave myself my own wake up call. Not you, not your masks... -Me-. That is why I'm taking you out of commission. Not because you pushed me... But because -I- want to."
"Now, put up or shut up. Are you the best?... I don't think so. But let's see if you can prove me wrong." With that, he rushed at Chrono for another lock-up, attempting to force him back against the barricade wall. Matt was tired of words, they held no true meaning to him. Actions were what he sought.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:36 pm
As Matt pushed him against the barricade wall, Chrono tilted back.
You said the same thing against Brandon Damone, Drako, whatever flavor of the week name he is...
The crowd started to roar as the action was getting closer to them, as they snapped pictures like they usually do.
You said that was your best match you've ever had... If that's true... Chrono said
as he started to push back, as he attempted to side step Matt out of the hold.
If successful, he'd use Matt's momentum to toss him into the crowd.
Your best isn't good enough to beat me now...
What determines how someone is the best..
Is it because they're better than everyone else?
No, it is because they drive deep down to find their limits and they break it
They break their own limitations, they inspire others to be better themselves
They themselves repeat the process, inspiring..
Make others prove they belong, they deserve...
Some do it by nurturing....
Some do it by torturing
Two sides, vastly different and yet...
Similar..
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