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A moment of rest is how most men would've seen this time after such a brutal submission move, but not Shanahan. As soon as King let go, The God of Punks was beginning to push himself up... Until his ankle was pulled back and he fell back down to his stomach. The ankle lock was locked in perfectly, as was to be expected from Kelly King; he wasn't going to get too far with this one though. With his free foot, Matt aimed to kick backwards at King, once again... Aiming for whatever he could hit!

With that kick, Shanahan was free once more. The big guy was going to have to react a lot quicker this time, and that's exactly what he did; he crawled away from King immediately and out of the ring he went, causing a negative reaction from the fans due to such a retreat. He took a moment to stretch out his ankle, the man's cold expression twisting into a grimace as he did. King's submissions ******** hurt.

Shanahan muttered to himself after being sure that he could walk on his ankle once more. Turning to face the ring, he spotted King... Nowhere to be found? Oh wait, there he was on the ropes.

And through the air he came, flying like a shooting star; a deadly, shooting star. Shanahan wasn't always the quickest to react, but he could think on his feet rather well. Moving wasn't an option, nor was ducking for someone his size. The God of Punks did the only thing he could do... He opened his arms and hoped that he would be able to catch the smaller man in his grasp!

The One True King flew first class via Springboard Airlines, and he landed successfully in Matt's Arms International Airport in Terminal Crossbody. King's air travel nightmare was over though, and it was doubtful he'd be taking Springboard Airlines again. The God of Punks' feet were planted firm with Kelly in his arms, and he was breaking into a sprint almost immediately. His destination? A crash course into the steel ringpost with King's lower back!

The brute's grasp on King was unfaltering even after the collision with Steel Ring Post Junction. The look on his face foreshadowed what may be coming next; it was menacing, much like the night Shanahan destroyed the Kings' humble castle. His eyes were on fire with that deep-seated anger that he harbored for Kelly... And he wasn't about to let up on the assault.

The God of Punks slowly began to back up once more, his eyes locked on the steel post and his grip locked firm around King's body. The man was in the perfect position for the fabled Chapter Four, but Shanahan wasn't content with the idea of breaking Kelly just yet... The man needed a spark of hope, right?

Wrong. Now that he was a way's away from the steel post, he broke into his sprint once more. With King's lower back aimed at the post again, he would attempt to break the man against it by crushing King between the steel and his attacker's weight. If successful, he'd drop the man afterwards in careless fashion.

Matt simply stared down at King as he began to crawl away, narrowed eyes clearly judging the man, "Crawl away all you want; no one can save you this time," he spat at the man before turning on heel, heading back towards the steel steps to pick his baseball bat off of the ground with one hand, giving it a small practice twirl in his grasp. He whirled back around towards the direction King was crawling in; he was introducing a weapon early, that was for sure.

"Not your sons, not your little girl, not your friends... Unfortunate for you, this makes me your God, amigo," Shanahan said just loud enough for Kelly to hear, despite losing sight of him; rounding the corner of the ring, Matt's landed on...

There was no surprise in Shanahan's face at the realization that Kelly King had just disappeared; there was only pure anger. "Once a coward, always a ********' coward..." The God of Punks hissed as he marched over to the Spanish Announcers' table, grabbing the table by the corner and flipping it over in hopes to find Kelly King. The Spanish announcing team was less than pleased, considering this was the second Pay-Per-View in a row that Shanahan had targeted their table.

The God of Punks slowly turned towards the beating of the war drum... He wasn't expecting it to be the ring, nor was he anticipating to see The King standing with his own legendary weapon. A cold smirk slid across Shanahan's face for the first time all night as he took his time to climb back into the ring.

"... Kayla sure hasn't had any complaints about it," Matt shot back in a rather rude attempt to drive his opponent's anger. A good amount of distance was between them, giving Shanahan time to lift his back into his signature swinging position. The Punk-ville Slugger was primed and ready for its first meeting with Scepter the Sledgehammer.