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 Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:50 pm
With Joey indisposed for a mere moment, Matt went with a tactic that he rarely had to utilize; with a swift roll, he sent himself under the apron and completely out of sight! The Black Star was attempting to disappear while Joey wasn't looking!
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:32 pm
Joey turned back round to face Shanahan to continue the offensive! He would... wait, where WAS Matt? Joey spent a second, checking around the ring. Giants can't just disappear, can they? After a few painful seconds, it finally clicked that Matt had probably hidden himself under the ring. Joey lifted the apron to check.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:46 pm
Under the apron was... nothing? It was as if Matt had completely disappeared! There was no sign of him at all!
... On that side of the ring, that is! On the complete opposite side though, after shifting over the miscellaneous items under the ring, Matt was quietly shifting himself out of onto the other side.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:51 pm
Joey saw nothing but the dark abyss of the under-ring.
"What the-"
He looked anxiously from side to side, completely baffled. He clambered back into the ring, hoping that he'd see Matt somewhere. Which he did, on the other side of the ring.
"GET IN HERE, COWARD!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:55 pm
Matt was just pushing himself up to his feet on the outside of the ring, his eyes focused on the mats underneath him. Just as it seemed like he was gonna stand, his hands grasped his head and he fell onto his stomach again, curling up in a ball as he tried to crawl near the ringpost. For now, Joey wasn't his focus!
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 4:15 pm
"Oh for-"
Joey collapsed to the ground and slid out of the ring. He wasn't about to let Shanahan have a breather, especially not after his boasts prior. He would try to slam his fist down on his opponent, to wear him down further!
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 4:21 pm
Just as he was about to stand once more, Matt felt a fist bash down onto his back, sending him back down to a knee. He cradled his arms against his chest while muttering, "Get away from me, dog..." Whatever he was planning, it sure wasn't a typical tactic here.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 7:02 pm
If getting hit was Matt's current strategy, it was one Joey was more than willing to oblige. He would throw one more thunderous blow down towards Shanahan. If it connected, he would grab his arm and try to whip him into the cold, unforgiving steel of the cage.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 12:47 pm
The blow hit square with Matt's spine, sending shocks of pain right up his vertebrae. He was gonna have to ice that in the morning. It took longer than he had hoped, but everything fell into place; when Joey grabbed his arm to whip him around, Matt twisted with the motion to gain extra momentum. As he came to face Joey, he brought his free arm slinging across, aiming to hit Joey right in the jaw... with a pair of brass knuckles held tight in his grasp!
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 1:32 pm
*CLUNK*
What you just read is the definitive sound of brass knuckles hitting Saint Joey on the jaw. Take a moment. Take it in.
Joey certainly did, falling flat to the ground, seemingly unconscious, and undoubtedly now missing a few teeth. Brutality, thy name is Shanahan.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 12:45 pm
And with that, the upperhand was Shanahan's once more. He rolled his shoulders back to work the kinks out of his bones, no thanks to Joey's fists. "I tried to warn ya..." The Black Star muttered in a strangely sincere tone. He took his time to get on top of Joey in a mounted position; if successful, he'd attempt to wrap his free hand in The Saint's locks, and start wailing his forehead with his brass knuckles!
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 3:57 pm
Joey had been knocked senseless by the previous blows. Purely on instinct, he tried to cover up against Matt's next shots, but he did a poor job. Blow after blow connected, a trickle of blood becoming a steady stream falling onto the floor below.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:31 pm
After delivering a few devastating blows with the metallic weapon, The Black Star pushed off to Joey and left him on the ground for the time being. He pulled off the brass knuckles and tossed them into the ring as he walked, putting a decent amount of distance between him and the 'Champion'.
Matt brought himself down to a knee to look under the ring, turning his head to glance at Joey for signs of movement while he searched...
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:33 pm
Joey pushed himself onto his stomach, slowly trying to stand. His efforts were in vain; those shots took a lot out of him, and as he tried with all his strength to stand, he fell back down again. He shook his head, trying to bring clarity and to ignore the pain.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:38 pm
With a mighty tug, Matt revealed a long, iron chain from under the ring. Whether or not he moved it there while he was underneath the canvas was unknown. He tugged and tugged at it until he had all six feet of it out from under the ring. With one end of the chain, he wrapped it around his wrist and hand to keep a good grip on it. He paced towards the downed Joey, looking at him with sadistic, crazed eyes.
"Wake up, buddy!" The Black Star commanded while gripping one end of the chain with both hands and swinging them, aiming to bring the iron chain up into the air and down across The Saint's back like a metal whip!
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