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 Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 3:56 pm
"J-just... A-...A little..." Matt thought to himself as he saw the belt before him. His vision kept fading in and out as he crawled, using his better arm to drag himself over to it. Once he finally got his hand on the Championship, his head smacked against the mat from exhaustion. Part of him screamed on the inside, thinking that he had done it. He just won. The belt was -his-, not Chrono's.
But, this was false. There was still more to be done... And Shanahan was far too exhausted to get up right now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:09 pm
Damn... Damn... Damn Damn.. Damn... Damn... Damn.. DAMN
He said to himself as he climbed down the scaffold, each step he was becoming increasingly more pissed, increasingly in pain.
However, the goal outweighed the pain...
As long as that goal was reached... Everything else didn't matter to him..
Step after step...
He was now half way down the scaffolding
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:21 pm
Shanahan's eyes remained open, staring lifelessly out towards the fans. He knew this wasn't over... Without a sound, his grip slowly tightened around the leather strap, pulling the championship closer to him. His knees shifted to force himself to a base, and then a hesitant and slow start to his feet.
With the title gripped in his hands, he tilted his head up to watch Chrono begin his descent back to the ring. Right as the man was beginning to get back down from the scaffholding, The God of Punks ran forward with the belt out to the side, aiming to leap up onto the turnbuckle and smash the plated belt against the side of Chrono's head!
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 5:05 pm
His prized possession.... Well at least in this company..
Was shoved in his face hard, the silver smacked in his face...
The silver he purposely used... Gold tarnishes, silver doesn't...
His blood splashed on to the white leather he designed..
White because it was a new evolution in this company...
The age of Chrono, His age..
His symbolization that made him the best...
It wasn't because of a tournament he designed..
It wasn't because he was the best promoter
It wasn't because he was the best wrestler
It wasn't because he was the best character, speaker....
It was because he was him...
The God of Time...
Releasing his grip on the scaffolding as his face collided with his belt... HIS belt..
Contrary to popular belief, it was HIS title.. Regardless of who won the match..
That title was created by, made for and named by Chrono, himself...
He felt to the mat for what was like the fifteenth time this match...
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 5:13 pm
After smashing the belt against Chrono's head, Matt nearly collapsed onto the turnbuckle. He was running on fumes at this point, and those fumes were only going to carry him so far.
"S-see you... At the hospital..." The God of Punks grunted over his shoulder as he strapped the belt around his waist, making sure it was secure. From there, he gripped the sides of the scaffolding and began to climb up towards the Nest. In his mind, it was just like the torment he went through mentally to recover. He had to climb to win... And climb, he would.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 5:42 pm
At...Least...I can...Afford one... The God of Time laughed..
It was funny, Ironic even that a Punk got the best of him in this moment
A punk had pushed him to the limit..
It wasn't an Innovator, it wasn't 'Matter', it wasn't a so called Talented one
It wasn't a paladin, it wasn't a major, it wasn't a dragon
It wasn't a hero, it wasn't a demon, it wasn't a pyromaniac
It wasn't a king, a prince, a lord...
It was a Punk..
A Punk...
But Chrono laughed... He....Laughed..
Laughed as he watched Matt climb up the scaffolding..
With 'His' championship...
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 5:48 pm
Matt wasn't a regular "Punk." He wasn't even "The Punk" anymore. He was "The God of Punks." Being a God came with a nice penthouse in Philadelphia and a summer home in the Bahamas. It may not be a whole island, but it works. Suck on that... "A Punk"...
And Matt was very much a pyromaniac.
The GOD of Punks continued his climb to the top of the scaffolding, until he got to the beams that lined the top of the Nest. With an agonizing groan, he pulled himself up onto the edge and sat upon it, overlooking the crowd below. Only two times in his career had he been up this high... Two times, both Falco's Nest matches. While most would've climbed down, he simply sat up there, his eyes shifting to fixate on Chrono through the mesh flooring of the Nest. Would the man get up? Or was The God of Time ready for a nap?
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 6:02 pm
Getting up once again, Chrono continued to laugh..
Laugh even more as he started punching himself in the head to make himself bleed more from his forehead.
You going to try and win like that? Like a b***h? How pathetic...
I'm...Still....Standing... I'm still here...
Laughing at how pathetic you are...
The God of Time, moved to the scaffolding and started to climb..
Because you can't put me down...
Every time...I get back up..
Every single time...
That's because you can't....Beat me...
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 6:05 pm
"We'll see... Who's laughing..." Matt stated in a firm tone, fighting through the pain. Without waiting any further, he pushed himself to the other side of the scaffolding and began to climb down into the Nest.
Once his feet reached the steel mesh, he pulled the title from around his waist... And toss it to the side. He knew trying to claim the win right now wouldn't solve anything... Not for him. So he waited for Chrono, in complete silence.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 6:18 pm
We shall...
He spoke as he looked at 'his' title being tossed aside.
Cracking his neck, he took it as an insult, he cracked his knuckles
Welcome to the Thunderdome b***h...
He laughed as he shut the cage nest door behind him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 7:47 pm
There was a door? Why were there no doors in the previous layouts?! Oh man, Matt was going to have some choice words with the crew and staff after this match...
He stood still as Chrono entered the Nest, staring at the man without a lick of fear or doubt in his eyes. "No, this is where I welcome you... Because if anyone knows the Nest... It's me. Welcome to ICW's Legacy. Leave your s**t at the door... Because in here, your accolades... Your gimmicks... Your claims to fame and superiority... Don't mean a thing. It's all about... It's all about who wins." Matt snorted, taking the moment to rip his leather gloves off and toss them to the side.
"So come, brother... Let's finish this... One of us has to win... One of us has to lose." The God of Punks put it so elegantly as he lifted his bare knuckles up, ready for Chrono...
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 7:58 pm
You want to talk about ICW's legacy? Who kept it alive while you were 'catering to the rejects' Me..
Who is ICW"s last champion... Me...
Who was ICW's ONLY.....GRAND...SLAM...CHAMPION... Me...
Do not claim you know a damn thing about ICW's Legacy...
Because you know nothing...
I was there for six years... I watched it die, watched everyone leave but I stayed..
You weren't...
Forget ICW, It's irrelevant right now... There is only meChrono circled around Matt, watching the look on his face, he lifted his knuckles up as well. Chrono was more of a kicker, a striker. Not a boxer He didn't claim to be a dog, he didn't claim to be a kool-aid man, he didn't claim to be a red demon who was hell bent on ending humanity, one such a demon who reminds Chrono of : ThisNo, Chrono wasn't a boxer... He was a striker, but that didn't mean he couldn't hold his own in a fist fight.. Shall we?
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:02 pm
"I know more than you, b***h." That's all Shanahan had to say to end the argument. Before wasting anymore time, he stepped forward to Chrono, the left hand up near his face to block any incoming moves while the right came in for a quick jab at Chrono's heart. If successful, he'd follow up with both fists rocketing forward for two jabs at his jaw. This was Matt's element; fist fighting.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:05 pm
You know nothi--- Chrono said as he was struck across the face with Matt's fist, instinctively he shot his knee up
attempting to drill Matt in the gut with it, hit or miss with his knee... Both jabs of Matt's would connect to Chrono's jaw.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:20 pm
The knee was driven into The God of Punk's gut, forcing a gust of air out of his lungs and staggering him for a mere second. But the fuel of a good fist fight drove him onward regardless of being without oxygen. His fists came firing forward once more, the left aiming for a fast jab to Chrono's gut, while the right followed with an attempt at a classic European Uppercut!
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