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 Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 8:55 pm
Placing one hand on King's pants, Matt looked around at the nearby fans for a brief moment before letting out a roar as he attempted to lift the man up and over, aiming to flip him into a cutter through the table.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 8:58 pm
2.0 was flipped upwards into the air and growled as he was put up. He tried to throw his weight backwards, and carried his legs through the flip, landing behind Matt! 2.0 quickly flipped the bigger man around to face him and then, with great audacity, lifted him up off his feet by his waist. Seeing the table behind him, he looked at the fans and turned 180 degrees, slower than he ever had before, trying to drive the much bigger wrestler through the table with the Scratched Disc, AA Spinebuster!
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:09 pm
For the second time tonight, Shanahan found his varied-Punkism Convertion to be unsuccessful. Except this time when he was spun around, he was ready; 2.0 managed to lift Matt up into the by the waist, but as he whirled around, Shanahan would attempt to suddenly bash an elbow into King's forehead. Hopefully, with enough force to stop the momentum in time for him to land on his feet.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:10 pm
King broke and dropped Shanahan. He already had such a difficult time lifting the bigger wrestler, to be interrupted just when the fans were certain someone was going through a table was a real ball buster. King dropped Matt and staggered a little, but froze in place.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:13 pm
A hand shot out to reach for King's throat as soon as he landed; Shanahan clearly wasn't wasting time on this one. With all of his might, he attempted to lift Kelly high up into the air by his throat, and hold him there for a long moment. He stared up into King's eyes as he did, even through the crimson mask he wore on his face now. Eyes filled with anger, rage, hatred... Disdain, locked onto 2.0's.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:17 pm
King was up in the air a long time. A very long time. Long enough that his kicking legs slowly stopped kicking. Many people might think he was dead. Shanahan however would know from the grip of his hands on Matt's wrists, that 2.0 was very much alive. And if he was alive, he was still in the fight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:21 pm
With King suspended in the air, all Shanahan would have to do was turn and drop him, thus completing his Hell's Throat. But...
Matt grabbed onto King's arm and made sure to put it behind his head before going through with his next steps. Whirling around, he attempted to drop King and himself down onto the table with all of his force, aiming to complete a variation of Saint Joey's signature From Heaven To Hell.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:24 pm
And so it was that Matt Shanahan used a dead man's move to try and create another one. King slammed down hard through the table, taking the full brunt of the damage and causing the wood to splinter and fall apart with a loud crash! The fans shouted in anguish and surprise as they split through the bottom and lay on the floor!
"Holy s**t! Holy s**t Holy s**t!"
"This is Awesome!"
"This is Awesome!"
"This is Awesome!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:41 pm
It was a true homage to Shanahan's other best friend, the late Saint Joey. To the fans that recognized it, they knew it wasn't as good as the original. To the fans that didn't know of it, they thought it was an epic move on Matt's end.
Epic move or not, he took some damage with the blow, as he also fell into the table. Pushing off whatever debris landed on him, The God of Punks began to rise to his feet once more, much quicker than before. His adrenaline was clearly working for him now.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:45 pm
King however lay down quite the opposite of Matt. Laying in the debris of the announce table, his chest rising up and down quickly as he fought to keep his lungs filled with air. The Man That Time Forgot was simply happy to still be alive, and would be lucky to win the match at this rate. The fans around him cheered for him, but all 2.0 could hear was the crowd shouting holy s**t, and in the back of his mind, his daughter screaming.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:50 pm
Looking down at King for a moment, The God of Punks shook his head rather weakly. "Not yet... Get up..." He muttered down to the man as he began to step towards the ring. When he got there, he placed his hands on the apron and nearly collapsed against it, his adrenaline fighting against his body at full force. He slid into the ring, opposed to his normal climbing method, and pushed himself to his feet. It was time to bring this match to where it needed to be.
Shanahan turned once more to face the outside, looking down at the man in the debris of the broken announcers' table. The man that eliminated him from the Royal Rumble, the man that destroyed his FFA:US Championship, the man that dared to insult him by running away from an honorable challenge... A man that sometime ago was his best friend. "... Get the ********... UP!" Matt managed to roar hoarsely to the man outside, his hands grabbing onto the ropes and pushing them downward as he did.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 10:44 pm
2.0 still had not moved. Not until he heard Matt's shouting. He was weak now, his bones ready to snap, his muscles pulled in all the wrong directions. All he wanted to do was to sleep. But there were lessons to be learned. And while things had come full circle, him laying in the same spot that this had all started, 2.0 knew that they were not yet finished. 2.0 started to stir right when the referee was about to call it a forfeit, and he started to crawl. He crawled along the mats, crawled at a slug's pace, towards the ring. His fingers laced through the holes that held the apron to the ring and he pulled with all his might, looking up at Matt. But all he saw was the sillouette of him, the lights above shading his features from 2.0's angle. King remembered what he faced; a dark star amongst so many bright skies. He had to win.
2.0 hoisted himself up, favoring every body part, as he rolled into the ring at Shanahan's command.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 4:50 pm
The God of Punks lethargically backed away from the ropes as 2.0 began to move to the apron. The pain was battling fiercely against his adrenaline, and he knew eventually the pain would win. He simply had to get some momentum going, and then his chances of finishing King off would be solidified.
After backing up to his side of the ring, Matt lifted his hands up slowly and motioned Kelly King forward; a lockup was being honestly offered for once. Even as he staggered to the side on the occasion, Shanahan's hands stayed up, while his eyes remained locked with King's.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 4:53 pm
Oh god. A lock-up? With this behemoth? In 2.0's condition? King struggled to even make it to his feet, taking a minute to even start standing. The referee again threatened to end the match early, but that was when 2.0 actually managed to stand. King stumbled into his own corner and then out of it, circling with Matt before going into that lock-up!
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 5:04 pm
The two men clashed like mighty gladiators on the battlefield! Pushing against each other, both men actually seemed to be barely fighting through the pain right now. Reverting to his classic tactics, Matt attempted to use his size to his advantage and force 2.0 back into his own corner!
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