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 Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:06 pm
Chrono who was on the ground after Matt's clothesline had enough time to recover especially after Matt took his time placing tacks in his hand.
As the God of Punks neared, Chrono reached up and attempted to flip him onto the steel steps that he had placed in the ring prior!
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 1:30 pm
A loud grunt of defiance was heard as the man was flipped onto the steel steps, a resounding crack echoing through the arena on impact! The God of Punks fell off to the steps immediately, falling onto his side and holding his back in pain; that one was going to leave a mark!
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 5:22 pm
Standing up, and cracking his neck the Tyrannical Behemoth looked down at Matt.
Immediately lunging down to the God of Punks, he attempted to grasp his neck and shove him back into the mat repeatedly!
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 8:06 pm
The God of Time landed on him hard and wasted no time to start smacking his head back against the mat, the Behemoth's hands tight around The Punk's throat. Things were about to get bad if Matt didn't think fast...
And thinking fast was just what Shanahan was doing at this point, as he did not like the feeling of his air being cut off. His hands balled up into huge fists and began rocketing upward, aiming right towards Chrono's stomach!
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 5:07 am
As the God of Time's onslaught of choking and head shoving to the God of Punks continued. He could feel the life of his brother start to fade...
Then suddenly, a barrage of fists hit his stomach. Long enough for him to pause in his actions of drilling Matt's head into the mat, but not letting go of the hold..
'Not today... " The God of Time said sternly as he attempted to get Matt into a side headlock, and if successful would bring his entire body upwards, cutting off the circulation even more.. Before he'd attempt to drive his knees all the way full force into Matt's back!
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 9:59 pm
The God of Punks was running out of time and air... And suddenly, the world snapped around him. Chrono's knees drove down into his back, sending shocking waves of pain up his spine. He didn't make a sound at the impact; he simply fell silent, his entire body going limp.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 10:12 pm
Releasing his grip on the God of Punks, Chrono looked down at his fallen brethren, the look upon his face was cold and calculus. He clearly wasn't the same person He was before as he slid out of the ring slowly like a serpent. Walking to the glass display case, he reared his fist back punching it, the glass shattered as he grasped the mask of malice. The cold metal mask was cold to his touch, icy.. Chilling... Hello old friend.. he whispered to it, as he rubbed it. Tainted by a phoenix... But only a god can truly release what you truly are.. turning the mask around he placed it upon his face, and everything was silent.... Dark... Then the laugh that echoed throughout the arena.. Malice had returned..
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 1:18 pm
The temporarily state of comatose that Shanahan was forced into from the brutal knee drop faded after a few moments. His eyes opened slowly, catching sight of the announcers' table, and Major sitting at it. Huh... When did he get here? Better question, where did that laugh come from?
The God of Punks had no time to worry about such things. With a loud groan, he pushed himself into a sitting position, his eyes finally turning to stare at the man outside the ring. There was his brother, wearing that metal mask. "... Great. Just what I ********' needed..." The Punk grumbled to himself before falling backwards to roll out of the ring on the opposite side, his eyes glancing around the area after his stances was stabilized. Chrono wanted to wear a metal mask?... Matt could work with that.
Near the announcers' table laid the weapon that Shanahan had made famous in his career. The blood covered 'Punk-ville Slugger', specially designed back in his younger days. With a sigh, he picked it up off the ground, lifting it up for the world to see, and for himself as well. "... You'll do, baby."
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 1:53 pm
Legend told that the Mask of Malice was forged from the souls of one thousand dying Spartans, after the devil had claimed them in their final battles.
The mask was said to bring out one's inner most anger, and intensify their aggression a thousand fold.
The mask went from buyer to buyer, from thief to thief, was it real? Was it a legend? No one knew...
It became a legend, nothing more, nothing less..
Until...
Chrono had found the mask washed up on the shores of the Selegarian Islands, his home islands. Grasping the mask he could feel it was special
But it wasn't him.. He took it to his workshop
CLANG CLANG went the metal as he sent fire to it, to reshape it, hammering it.
Sssssss... The mask was placed in the water to cool as a haunting chilling aura radiated from it.
Placing it on his face just to see if the legend was real.. He felt nothing..
Disappointed he prepared to take it off, when the smoke and ashes from the bits of the mask he broke off when he reformed it blew into his face.
In-hailing it accidentally, he became overcome with rage, aggression, intensity.
The mere act of wearing the mask wasn't the key...
But he now knew what it was...
---Flash forward to current--
Standing in place, the masked madman Malice stood gazing at Matt quickly arming himself with a bat.
This act did not impress him, for he experienced far worse and his experience grew. In this man, this monster beat what was rumored to be the intensity, aggression of 1000 Spartan Warriors, along with the God of Time..
He was unstoppable..
The cold callous eyes gazed around the surroundings... Still not moving...
"Bring me the Black Star...' he spoke, a bone chilling eerie voice echoing throughout the arena, almost as if a hushed whisper
but everyone could hear it..
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 2:28 pm
The man's words echoed through the arena, resonating around The God of Punks for a long moment. Those words broke through his mind, words that he had not heard since he return; 'The Black Star.'
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"The night sky is filled with the stars, lighting up the world... Their fame and legend goes to their heads, making their shine even brighter over time. But this sky is mine... And there will be no light in my sky. I am The Black Star, and I will extinguish every light in my path... Until only darkness remains. Until my sky is black once more."
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Shanahan's mind echoed with words of the past he tried to suppress, to forget. But if this 'Malice' wanted The Black Star, he was going to get it. Matt's eyes blinked shut for a long moment, a pained expression pulling tight across his face. Then, there was only silence, in his mind at least.
"... You want me?" Matt suddenly shouted from his side of the arena, his head turning sharply to stare at Malice. He lowered the baseball bat down to his side, eyes locking in on the masked opponent. "... Come get me! Let's put your light out once and for all!" The Black Star roared in defiance, scrambling back into the ring and rolling to his feet immediately. The look on his face was twisted, demented in nature.
... Both Gods seemed to suffer from split personality disorder.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 2:34 pm
Grabbing the gloves that were in the case, the Metal Monstrosity placed them on his hands... "Now we're playing with power..." he said to himself as he entered up into the steps, and into the ring.
Starring down the Black Star, to them it wasn't a game, it was everything. Everything would be thrown at each other.
It wasn't a matter of climbing the structure to get the belt, no not yet...
It was about injuring, maiming...
Destroying everything in their path of conquest, proving who was superior, who was better..
Then so be it... he said in malice filled tone. As if defying the one he summoned.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 2:40 pm
The man before him was far from the Chrono he was facing mere moments ago. Then again, the man before Malice wasn't exactly the proper mindset either. Matt twirled his back in his gloved hand as his new opponent entered the ring. Now... Things might get more than interesting.
Without a word, The Black Star shot forward at the man with the baseball bat out to his side, bringing it in almost like a golfclub as he aimed to arch the end of it upward and smack Malice right in the gut with the thick wooden club!
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 2:55 pm
There was a sickening crack that echoed throughout the arena as the bat hit his stomach.. And broke!
Malice staggered back a little, and there was a wince from the blow. But he didn't fall. It was as if it barely affected him.
Of course no doubt Chrono would feel it in the morning being it was his body, but Malice was fuming on pure adrenaline, and aggression.
Was that supposed to tickle...?
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 3:11 pm
Like many times in the past, the legendary bat had broken!... But, the Metal Monster was not going down?! The Black Star took a step back afterwards, a mixed look of surprise and rage crossing his face. "... So you wanna play it like that?" He snarled out before charging forward once again, attempting to charge in... And zip behind Malice. If he managed to, he'd leap at the ropes and rebound off of them, aiming to hit a Moonsault onto his standing opponent! Could Shanahan even pull off such a feat?!
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 3:31 pm
Allowing the Black Star to zip past him, Malice had his game plan set from the start. To end a star, it must go through go through a big bang.
As the Black Star few through the air in a magnificent fashion, Malice timed the movements,
and shot his hand up and attempt to uppercut the Black Star right in the throat.
Of course this action wouldn't be without consequences, as regardless the moonsault would bring both men down.
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