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The God of Punks was a little more than pissed that Chrono was suddenly attempting to stop their combat, again. Especially when this was an old-fashioned brawl! Matt lived for these!

"What the ********, Chrono? We're finishing th-" Matt's head turned to stare at the screen while a fist raised to strike his brother, but he paused. The words on the screen caught his attention. It was a known fact that Phoenixfire was one of Matt's closest friends, having spent many matches in the ring with and against her. His eyes widened for a moment at the sight, even his injured left socket. "... Now that's crossing a line." Matt muttered; seriously? THAT'S THE LINE?

Regardless of what some screwjob working the titantron decided to display, this match needed to go on. Without further delay, Matt shot his fist towards Chrono's temple, hoping to send him to the steel mesh they stood upon!

An abrupt growl echoed from Matt's throat as Chrono's hand wrapped tightly around his neck, cutting off the bloodflow and air supply to his head rather quickly. "Someone's greedy ton-," before Matt's quip could be finished, he was kneed directly in the face by the leaping 'Tiger Knee.' He fell down to the cold steel mesh instantly, hands wrapped around his bleeding forehead once more.

Without much of a fight, The God of Punks was lifted high into the air. His dazed eyes transfixed on the lights, trying to focus on what was going on at the moment; now he knew how Kelly King felt.

Before he knew what was happening, he was dropped down and drilled into Chrono's knee, sending massive waves of pain through his spine. He roared out in pain from the maneuver, falling off and laying on the steel mesh face down. His back could very well be broken!

Matt was sent rolling to the side by a few feet from the kick, causing him to practically land on top of the title belt. His body was very much broken, in every way. Never before had someone pushed him as far as Chrono had... Never before had someone lifted him over their head. The list of 'never before's' could go on forever when it came to this match.

The pain was causing The God of Punks to once again battle reality. He was struggling to stay coherent with the world... He had to hold on...

As the eldest daughter of Chrono Clepsydra finally caught his attention, Matt was beginning to crawl away and towards the caged wall of the Nest. Without a sound, he struggled furiously to lift himself to a standing position. That back may need surgery tonight...

His brother was paused, stunned with the news Eras had just delivered. This... This was the only moment Matt had. It was now... Or never.

The God of Punks was carried forward only by sheer determination and will. He stood behind Chrono, his hands reaching out to attempt to grab the man by the back of his neck and his pants, much like what he had just done to him. If successful, he would attempt to lift his brother up over his head and hold him high in the air; a testament to just how strong Matt was, even through the injuries he was suffering through.

"No one... Breaks me... No one... Ends me..." The God of Punks would whisper, should he be successful in his lift as he walked towards the steel mesh wall. "Gods cannot be broken... Gods do not die... And that's what we are, Chrono. Gods... Never broken... Only beaten." Shanahan muttered through his teeth, the words that only Chrono would hear... As he attempted to throw The God of Time at one of the steel caged walls with all of his might, focusing every ounce of his energy into that one throw!

"I'm sorry, brother..." Matt whispered as he watched the man break through the steel cage and fall to the mats below. With that mighty throw, it was over. Even if the winner wasn't declared, it was clear to everyone in the arena. Chrono wasn't getting up... Not now, not after that. Matt fell to his knees afterwards, his hands covering his face for a long moment... Had Chrono been right? Was his win only from Eras speaking out against his tyranny?

In this moment... There was no God of Punks, no Black Star, no Punk... There was only Matthew Shanahan once more. Matthew stood to his feet and slowly limped over to the title belt, lifting it up off the steel mesh and looking it over. It was designed for a true champion, one meant to lead the industry into the future... That man, who many considered a tyrant, was going to be Chrono. No matter what people thought him, even Shanahan believed his brother in immortality was the man for the job.

With the belt in one hand, Matt moved to center of the steel mesh where the ladder had been welded into place, with the hook high above. The fans remained silent as he began his ascent up to the hook... His thoughts were racing...

Matthew Shanahan had failed in many endeavors in his career. The list was endless... Everything Chrono had said tonight about his career had been true, no matter how he tried to deny it. But it was those failures that propelled him forward. It was the failures that made him better, that made him the man he was today. Without those failures... He wouldn't be a God in the industry. He was the opposite of Chrono in many ways; he was the guy that could fail, and people expected it. Tonight... No one expected him to rise above the occasion.

And how would people react to him throwing the man through the Nest after hearing such news? Was it cheap? Was it cold-hearted? It didn't matter what people thought... Matthew knew it needed to be done. Not to win some title, not to prove himself... But for Chrono, in some sick, twisted way. Despite it all, he would take the criticism and ridicule for that man any day. Chrono designated him to be his final match for a reason... He knew that.

But even then, Matthew had thrown everything he had into this match, and taken more than any ever would in their career, most likely. But it wasn't enough, he needed the help of Christina Parks, he needed the memory of Saint Joey, he needed Eras' distraction... Because without all that, Chrono wouldn't stop. Hell, he'd be champion forever. It took another God and then some more to take down the God of Time... Shanahan knew this as well.

What else did Matt know, you might ask? He knew that he was at the top of the ladder, with the hook in his hand. The man was bloodied, battered, bruised, broken... His ribs were practically shattered, his right arm had been dislocated, his chest was seared and covered in blood, he still had some of Joey's ashes on him, his left eyesocket was scorched, his forehead was busted open wide... He was a mess. And to add to it... He was tearing up. It was clear in his expression, and his eyes. He shook his head in silence... Before placing the belt on the hook.

I can feel it, coming in the air tonight... Oh Lord...

The tears welled up even further as "In The Air Tonight" by Nonpoint echoed through the arena, signalling his win. The fans were still nearly as silent as he was though. The God of Punks was in tears up on top of the ladder, as he pulled the belt off and leaned against the top rung with it tight in his arms. The fans weren't sure why he was crying... They'd never seen such a show of emotion from him.

But he was crying. He cried because he had managed to beat his brother. He cried because for the first time in years, he had cemented his name in another foundation in history, in the final steps of Chrono's legacy. He cried for Saint Joey. He cried for ICW. He cried for all the emotion and hell the match put him through... He cried because it made him a better man.

It was his willpower and strength that had driven him this far. It was his determination to show the world that he wasn't done yet. Chrono only propelled such with the rage that Matt was famous for.

Matt Shanahan finally lifted himself from his crying state on the ladder and pulled himself up on top to stand on the top rung. Once he was steady, he slowly lifted the belt high into the air... That was the queue for all the Punk fans in the arena to scream his name at the top of their lungs.

"SHAN-A-HAN! SHAN-A-HAN!"

Tears continued to stream down his face as he heaved to regain oxygen. It was over... The war done, the Gods had clashed, and redefined history. Matthew Shanahan, The God of Punks, was victorious.

"... Here is your winner, and the new WWE:E Evolution Champion... The God of Punks, Matt SHANAHAN!"