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As they entered the kitchen, the tall figure stopped long enough to end Matt's retaliation. He was slung side to side in the doorframe, causing his body to connect with the wooden framework. Loud grunts of pain left Shanahan's lips on impact, and his arms immediately wrapped around his damaged torso.

Regardless of the pain he was in, he soon found himself sent running through his kitchen towards the smaller man. It took everything Matt had not to fall forward, and eventually, his legs did give out from under him.

Unfortunately, they gave out from under him right as the freezer door opened, causing the metal door to crash against Matt's head as he collapsed.

There was a loud crash that echoed through the house as the jar of pickles came in contact with Shanahan's skull. The jar shattered, sending glass, pickle juice, and pickles all over the floor and the former owner of BBW. He remained collapsed on the floor, barely awake at this point. These assailants had managed to get the better of him, and there wasn't much he could do, other than hold his head and pray for even a moment to recover and turn the tides.

Everything that happened after hitting the freezer door was a blur to the fallen Matt. He caught glimpses of the main assailant standing over him, then felt himself being pulled up to his feet. Just as his vision was clearing, his head smashed against the plain, tiled counter with a loud thud. His head was ringing, the pain was starting to be overbearing. After years of being dealt blows to the head, he wasn't exactly one to take this punishment well. He seemed almost dead.

Until he heard the whirl of the garbage disposal.

Matt's eyes went wide, like a man just waking up from a nightmare. His eyes fixated on his hand, being forced towards the garbage disposal. The second wind Shanahan had used to overcome odds many times before kicked in, and he attempted to overpower this behemoth of a man and pull his hand away. If successful, he'd try throw his free arm's elbow backwards, hoping to land into the "bigger gentleman's" gut.

With his hand free from immediate danger and this hulking assailant no longer having a grasp on him, Matt was finally free to invoke some revenge on the intruders.

He decided it was best to target the one that ruined his pickles.

Matt let out a bloodcurdling roar as he pushed off of the main attacker and attempted to spear himself into the pickle thief. If successful, he attempt to lift the small man and use his momentum to carry him across the kitchen, until he could smash the pickle thief into the wall!

After impaling the smaller of the two attackers into the wall, normally he would've fell backwards and simply let the man collapse. Not tonight.

With his shoulder firm against Railery's chest, he attempted to pull back and ram it repeatedly into his ribcage. Whether or not he'd get anywhere with that was questionable, as he was soon sent tumbling onto the ground again once the roller came crashing down against his back, cracking the side of his ribs in the process.

The God of Punks would find himself unable to remotely defend himself at this point, as the stomps and roller smacks rained down on his body. It was everything he could do to cover himself up and try to deflect some of the blows. Honestly, he'd be surprised if a lot of bones weren't broken after this.

Matt was thankful for the moment of respite from the beatdown, but the rest was extremely short lived. The only one of the three that could lift the three-hundred pounds of dead weight managed to do so rather easily, and sent Matt hurling from his kitchen and into this living room. He landed on the ground with a thud, his body stopping right beside the couch.