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At this point, it wasn't a match to see who was the better man; it was a brawl to see who could take the most pain, it seemed. So far, Shanahan seemed to be winning in that department. As the man slowly began to stir, he rolled onto his stomach at a snail's pace. His arms searched for anything to assist him in the fruitless effort to crawl away from Chrono before the assault began once more. The move had jarred the God of Punks, but he was far from out.

A grumbled grunt was all that left Shanahan's lips as the God of Time pulled him up by his hair. He didn't put up my resistance... All he could do was plan, while Chrono dragged him off by his short locks.

The Behemoth managed to get Shanahan up onto his shoulders, the man seeming near unconsciousness. He laid limp on the Time God's shoulder, while the crowd was busy jeering at the Champion for... For something.

Shanahan had taken a beating this far into the match. His pride had been struck twice, he had been put through a table, and his knees were in a world of hurt from the beginning of the match. Could he fight back against the Champion's brute power?!

You're damn right he could.

The God of Punks' planning time was well used, and right as Chrono began to turn to face the fans, he would attempt to struggle and rip his legs out of their hold. If he could pull it off, he would attempt to slide off of the Champion's back with his arm around his head, right before attempt to lift him up for a Falling Star onto the steel!

And if this didn't work, slammed upon the steel ramp he would be!

((Falling Star = Reverse suplex into cutter.))

It was Botchmania tonight, starring Matt Shanahan with co-star Chrono Clepsydra! Yes, the two Gods just couldn't seem to get many things right tonight.

Instead of Shanahan's plans going through, he found himself landing hard on the steel ramp! His back cracked against the unforgiving metal plating, causing him to grab hold of his lower back and growl like a bear that just couldn't catch a salmon. The God of Punks rolled to his base after contact, trying to recover faster than he had before. He knew that with Chrono as his opponent, every second counted.

On his hands and knees, Shanahan tried his best to stay balanced as he regained his surroundings. The fans were at their feet chanting for him, and they were all falling on deaf ears; to him, Chrono was the only other man in the arena.

With a groan of lingering pain, The God of Punks pushed himself up to his feet. He stumbled as he came to his full height, but was quick to regain himself as he neared the edge. Once he was up and sturdy, he made his way to Chrono and attempted to drag him up the ramp by his hair. "I'll be damned if I'm just another notch on your... On your belt, friend..." He mumbled as he tried to pull Chrono behind him.

The elbow connected, sending Shanahan back a step from impact. Yet, he didn't seem to feel it; that little exchange between the two set the former Blackstar ablaze with rage, and it was clear in his eyes. They honed in on Chrono and for that moment, there was no friendship. There was only an opponent.

With a fury previously unseen, Shanahan aimed to bring his right fist crashing down into that opponent's head. He didn't stop there, as he rocketed to the other side of his head, followed by another right! The God of Punks was attempting to send down a rain of blows to the forehead of the Behemoth.

The headbutt connected, only stunning The Punk for a spare second. But that second was all that Chrono needed, as Shanahan was soon flipped over the man and onto the stage! Matt's back cracked hard against the unforgiving steel, causing him to roll and hold his back.