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 Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:11 pm
2.0 held the rope for a long time, until the mighty Matt Shanahan had grabbed him around the hips. 2.0 was knocked almost completely senseless when his head hit the turnbuckle, he couldn't tell what was happening to him as he flipped through the air, and barely registered that he was being draped across Matt's back by his head. It was too late for that. King was held high above the floor, high above the ring mat. Everyone held their breaths; how would Greatness at it's Greatest counter this time?
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:16 pm
Matt's feet cautiously lifted him up to stand on the top rope with King held tightly to his back by the throat. His body was racked with pain, every limb and muscle was about to give out on him, or already had. Under normal circumstances, he would've let this match go back when he was on the stretcher. However, this wasn't a normal circumstance. There were no titles on the line, nor was there anything to add to the glory of his name; to him, it was still one he couldn't afford to lose.
His Wrestlemania streak helped, as well.
Without giving the fans any indication that he was about to follow through, he tried to flip King back over his shoulders and fall forward, aiming to hit the finisher that no one yet has managed to survive: The Last Corner.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:22 pm
King was being held by the neck this time, so 2.0 couldn't hope to bite his way out of this one... Not that it mattered.
King's legs kicked weakly, but the blood in his eyes, the warfare, the toll taken on his body? A fall from the balcony, a bat to the head, a table, and a monster of a man who he'd put it all on the line to defeat. 'I have to win! I HAVE to win! I... I have to...'
King tried, honestly, he tried, to kick his weight forward, to counter the move as Shanahan tossed him forward and flipped him over at lightning speed. He knew that he had to win, but his body wouldn't cooperate. When he needed it most, it shut down, and King took the Last Corner he may ever take, slamming down on the mat spine first with authority, the fans losing their collective breath as he hit the mat. He hit with such might that he flipped onto his shoulders and then fell onto his stomach, laid out in the middle of the ring.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:31 pm
Unlike King, Matt landed on his tailbone a few feet away. The fans were shocked into silence after the phenomenal finishing move. The real End-Game. If Matt couldn't end it with that one, he might as well roll over and give up.
After landing the maneuver, he simply sat there for some time, staring at the laid out Kelly King. His best friend... his ex-best friend. Destroyed, by his hands. He knew he should've felt remorse. Deep down, he knew he shouldn't have let it get this far. But he didn't; probably due to how exhausted, how broken he was. Or maybe he was as demented as people thought these days.
Finally, one hand at a time, Matt crawled over to 2.0 and aimed to push him over, having issues due to how weak he felt after all they had been through. He was hit with Scepter the Sledgehammer, he fell off of a balcony, and he had been hit with nearly everything in King's arsenal. He tried to end the war by collapsing on top of the man he still, somehow, thought of as a brother, and claim the victory he deserved.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:37 pm
King was rolled onto his back, the lights up above completely dark in his eyes. The One True King lay on his back in the middle of that ring. Thunder struck right next to his head, louder than any crack of lightning or firework he'd ever heard.
ONE!
2.0 couldn't even breathe with Shanahan atop him. His mind flashed back to being thrown over the top tope at the Royal Rumble. To kicking Matt off of his balcony at home. To glass shattering as he was thrown through the Titantron.
TWO!
King groaned quietly, and one of his legs slowly lifted up into the air.
And fell back down.
THREE!
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:03 am
The entire arena was praying that The One True King would rise from the end-all maneuver; after all these legends had been through, they weren't expecting it to end like it did. Primarily, they weren't expecting Shanahan to win; the tyrant that terrorized the King family for a number of weeks had survived and achieved his victory... and it seemed that there wasn't a single voice behind him tonight.
BOOM!
Thunder shook the arena as "Short Change Hero" began to play over the sound system, making it official: Matt Shanahan was the winner. A lone groaning noise escaped him as he rolled off of Kelly King, laid out beside the man for close to a minute. Finally, he began to lift himself to a sitting position, struggling the entire way. His eyes barely scanned the crowd in front of him, partially due to the blood covering his eyes; none of them showed adoration for him. All of them were staring at the man laid out in the middle of the ring.
After managing to stumble up to a standing position, albeit using the ropes, The God of Punks brought himself to stand over Kelly King and stare at him as well. He knew not whether to be proud of his work, or sorrowful. The win was his, but was it worth it? Did their personal war cause this, or was it his desire to prove that he was superior? He didn't know what to believe, or what to think... it didn't matter now. He had won.
He prodded 2.0's side lightly with his boot, muttering something under his breath that not even his opponent would've heard. With a shake of his head, he began limping towards the ropes and carefully began to exit the ring. While the fans were fully expecting The God of Punks to celebrate his victory, he made no indication of doing so.
Once on the outside, two trainers rushed over to stand nearby, should the injured Hall of Famer need help. He leaned down to pick up his bloodied baseball bat off of the mats, before beginning to limp up the ramp, pushing by the trainers in the process. He started this war, and he would walk away from it on his own feet. Halfway up the ramp, he stumbled and fell down to a knee; the utility of his baseball bat as a cane was the only thing stopping him from falling onto his side. The trainers came to his aid and tried to help him stand, but he quickly stopped them with his loud verbal threats; even in this state, Matt was still as volatile as ever. He eventually mustered up the strength to push himself back to his feet and begin his ascent back up the ramp. As he said the week before, he would leave on his feet. There was no arguing that.
At the top of the ramp, he stopped. Something was missing... something didn't feel right. His head carefully turned to stare over his shoulder at the man in the ring; his best friend. He didn't understand why he felt the way he did. It felt like the day he heard that Saint Joey was dead; it felt like he just lost his best friend. The God of Punks turned his head away and stared at the curtain instead. His free hand rose into air with three fingers extended, instead of his trademark four. Another clap of thunder echoed over the sound of his entrance music as a single message appeared on all the titantrons and screens in the arena.
3-0
The image of the dented, split crown and bloodied Scepter the Sledgehammer appeared with it, sending a cold chill up the spine of anyone that saw it. Not the image itself, but the meaning behind it; the fact that he manage to follow through with it was groundbreaking. Most couldn't believe it, others couldn't wait to rant online about how they didn't like the outcome. Matt didn't care either way; Wrestlemania was his, and so was the bittersweet taste of the victory.
In silence, Matt lowered his arm and continued dragging himself to the backstage area. There would be an ambulance waiting for him, surely... he knew he needed one right now.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:22 am
"Short Change Hero" played for many moments after Matt's disappearance backstage, as 2.0 lay in the ring spread-eagle. Trainers and medics and referees were almost hesitant to enter the ring when the music finally died down. Who wanted to be the one to tell the world that Kelly King 2.0 was dead? The fans weren't quiet, they were rowdy, clamoring after the match, almost wondering if that ending had been the real ending. It was no storybook ending, their hero had lost to Matt Shanahan. That much was clear. No matter, surely their champion would arise from the ashes, ready to take on the next challenge.
King continued to lay in the ring for a long time, and just when a medic started to crawl in, he stirred. His chest heaving up and down, 2.0 rolled onto his stomach, and then on to all fours. He wanted to stand in the ring. He desperately wanted to stand in the ring, the way he had at the beginning. Higher than life itself, in the sky, all his fans cheering him on. Well, they were still cheering him, alright, but it was cheers of pity, of sadness, and of respect for the fight he'd managed to put up. Just came up short.
Yes, King wanted desperately to stand up, but he couldn't find the strength in him to rise up on his own. So, he was relegated to rolling like a crippled animal, sliding under the ring, and falling down onto the mat to some audible gasps from the crowd. Only the winner should get to stand in the ring, anyway. The medical staff surrounded him, trying to check on him, insisting on a stretcher, trying to help him up. They were surprised when 2.0 had the ability to throw them away, yell, scream. The Man That Time Forgot didn't want anyone to check on him, like a dog that needed to be put down. One after the other, from a sitting position, he pushed referees and medics away from him.
It wasn't until he saw the hand of someone he recognized, that he actually looked up.
Serenno King, his first born son, stood before him, offering to help his father stand up after the hell he'd been put through. At his sides were his second son, Railery-- what a ridiculously fitting name that smart a** little kid had chosen, Carmyne. And his twin sister, Kayla. Kayla's mascara had started to run about twenty-five minutes ago, but she'd not stopped crying yet. His little girl. It was only the House that he built that he would allow to help him to his feet. Serenno was a strong lad, and for that, 2.0 was thankful.
As soon as he got to his feet, 2.0 looked up at his son... and immediately started to tear up. "I'm sorry. I failed you. I failed all of you. And I failed Matt." He whispered to his family, before Serenno pulled him into an embrace. A hug that quickly became a family affair as Carmyne and Kayla too held their father, making sure he wouldn't fall over again. The fans started to cheer and clap the moment King had gotten to his feet, but it turned into an arena of applause at the family moment, and Kelly King 2.0 received a sold-out standing ovation from the WrestleMania crowd.
And so, his arms around the shoulders of his sons, Kelly King 2.0 was helped up the ramp. He did not receive triumphant music, pyro, or a fancy graphic on the screen that would proclaim his losing streak at WrestleMania officially extended to 0-3. No, the only thing Kelly King 2.0 would get to hear was his daughter crying, and the overwhelming chants from the crowd. The chants. He'd at least remember them fondly, as his family took him away from the scene for proper medical attention, disappearing backstage.
"THAT WAS AWESOME!"
"ONE TRUE KING!"
"THANK YOU KELLY"
"ONE TRUE KING!"
"THAT WAS AWESOME!"
"ONE TRUE KING"
"FINAL HOUR"
"ONE TRUE KING!"
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