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 Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 6:59 pm
The fans sat in anticipation, what was The Storm going to do? Was the Chapter Four going to unfold? Would Disciple fall prey to Hell's Throat? Neither questions are valid.
As Disciple got near his feet, Matt pounced; he attempted to grab the masked man's head and pull it underneath shoulder into the Dragon Sleeper hold. If successful, he'd grab the man's pants and attempt to use the brute force he was known for to lift the man over his head for The Conversion! ((The Conversion - Inverted suplex into Cutter))
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 7:27 pm
 The Dreadnaught had just gotten to his feet, when all of sudden his head was yanked back, and tucked away under Shanahan's arm. Knowing something painful was coming Disciple acted fast. Instead of giving Matt the chance to lift the literal giant off the ground in what would otherwise be on unworldly show of strength, Disciple spun around in Matt's grasp. Placing his hands on Matt's hip the monster went to lift the Champ's feet off the canvas. Looking to lift him up so he was vertical with the canvas. If Disciple was capable of getting Matt up, the Dreadnaught would look to turn around and drop Matt's stomach across the top rope.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:07 pm
The fans were on their feet to watch Shanahan show off his muscular prowess once more; their joys were crush as Disciple managed to halt the famed signature move hit. Matt was lifted up into the air, all the while attempting to keep his arm around Disciple's head! He aimed to bring the giant down with a DDT, but was dropped onto the top rope before he could. The cord took the wind out of The Storm's momentum, causing him to fall down onto the mat afterwards.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:18 pm
Through the counter was successful, Disciple was still feeling the effects from the earlier head shots. After letting Matt drop to the ropes then the canvas, Disciple stumbled over, leaning against the ropes so not to lose his balance entirely. Again shaking his head free of the last of the cob webs, Disciple was now determined to put a real hurting on the Champ. Looking to one up the Shanahan, Disciple decided to go for a suplex variant of his own. The Dreadnaught looked to drag Matt back up to his feet by palming his head. Once to his feet Disciple would pull Matt's head under his shoulder, and try to hit him with a Fall From Grace.
~Early Release Suplex.~
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:05 am
With a powerful hoist, Disciple lifted Shanahan up to his feet before pulling him in for the Fall From Grace. With Disciple being over seven feet tall and Shanahan being nearly seven feet tall, the two men looked like a massive tower near the middle of the ring. Combined, they could almost touch the top of a steel cage!
The fans cringed in waiting for the sound of The Storm to drop like a deluge of pain, but somehow at the last moment, he regained some semblance of composure. His arm tightened around Disciple's head and his legs pulled together, centering his momentum with an attempt to bring himself back down onto his feet. If successful, Matt would use that momentum to roll backwards with Disciple in tow to do something he'd never done before: a roll-up pin!
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 12:16 pm
Just when he thought he had him, the Champ once again proved why he was just that. Before he even realized it the Dreadnaught was rolled up, by possibly the only man even physically capable of doing so. Disciple's massive frame laid on his back tangled up in Shanahan's arms and legs."1..Two! THREE!!"The Crowd erupted as the Ref's hand came down for the final count. Quickly the Official sprung to his feet and called for the bell, signalling the end of the match. Nathanial stood at ringside his hands now on his head as he looked on in disbelief. The self proclaimed Messiah couldn't believe it. A man of his Nephew's size, being defeated by a move as simple as a roll up. "What the Hel-... NO! Impossible!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 12:30 pm
The arena erupted in a sea of cheers on queue with the booming thunder of "Short Change Hero" as The Storm managed to pull out the victory! Shanahan untangled himself from the Dreadnaught and rolled away, pushing himself up to his knees immediately. He narrowly escaped one devastating maneuver with that one, and he honestly didn't think he could've pulled it off like that.
With a smirk on his lips, Matt brought himself up to his feet and stumbled to the turnbuckle, leaning on it to regain his stamina. The match wasn't long, but it definitely wore the Champion down a good deal.
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 4:15 pm
With the sound of the bell ring in his ears, The Dreadnaught began to boil with rage. Getting to his knees the monster took a few moments to try and calm himself, his breathing getting faster and heavy as the seconds pass by. His fists clutched against his thighs the monster brewed. Lifting his head to the crowd, the emotionless and unnerving gaze of his blank mask scanned the crowd. With Shanahan's music blasting over the PA, it just made things worse. The Dreadnaught took as a personal insult, almost as his they were literally rubbing the victory in his face. As Disciple scanned the crowd from behind his mask, his mask's empty stare stopped on the Champ. Still breathing heavily as if he was about to erupt, Disciple slowly pushed himself back to his feet. Slowly the behemoth began to make his way towards Matt as he leaned in the corner.The Ref at this time had already grabbed Matt's title, looking to give the Champion his Championship belt. As he began to approach Matt, he noticed the Dreadnaught doing the same. Knowing what could possibly happen the Official stood back a bit. Nearing Matt, Disciple stopped. Standing there like a monolith, Disciple stared at Shanahan from behind his lifeless mask. It only last for a few seconds, but to the fans it seemed like minutes. Another match between the two storied superstars would be a treat as this one though short did deliver. Then just as the crowds excitement and indecisiveness seemed to reach it's event horizon, The Dreadnaught erupted from his statue like stance. Grabbing the Ref by the throat and pushing him back into the corner.The innocent Ref wasn't even given a chance. Instantly dropping the title the moment Disciple had gotten his grip around his throat, the Ref found himself with his back against the corner, completely at the mercy of The Dreadnaught. With a look of absolute terror on his face, the Ref clawed at the monster's massive forearm and wrist, as he struggled to breath and beg for mercy. Disciple's mask gave off no indication of what would happen next. Tilting his head he brought it close to the Official, bring his unnerving gaze just inches from the Ref's. He then looked to the crowd and then to his gaze back at the Champ, Matt Shanahan. The sight of him forcing the monster to tighten his grip around the neck of the Ref. The Ref's legs kicked and convulsed more wildly as the grip took what little he was getting away. With his oxygen depleting the Ref's face began to shift in color starting to take on a purple hue. With the crowd's jeers and boos growing in intensity, Nathanial stood just a few inches away at ringside yelling at his Nephew. "That's enough!"
The Dreadnaught never took his eyes off Shanahan, despite his Uncle's yelling. With his vice grip still around the neck of the Ref, the crowd's show of disapproval grew. To some it almost seemed as if Disciple was gonna kill the helpless Ref. However just as the fans began to throw trash into the ring at what was happening, and the Ref's movement crawled to a near dead stop, Disciple released him. Letting the poor soul drop to the canvas, unconscious and definitely in need of assistance.
Slowly the monster backed away as the crowd continued to boo. Backing into the ropes, Disciple easily stepped over them and onto the apron. His gaze never leaving the Champ. As Nathanial stood at the ramp and gestured and called for Disciple to follow. Climbing down off the apron Disciple made his way up the ramp following his Uncle. Turning back every so often to return his gaze to the Champ.
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:34 pm
The God of Punks stood up against his corner and watched Disciple the entire time, making no motion to stop the man. Their eyes were locked in an eternal battle, neither man wavering in their stare. Tension flooded the air, a mixture of the Dreadnaught's insurmountable rage and Shanahan's unwavering resolve. Disciple was aiming to send a message; Matt was turning the package down at the door.
Once the brute giant and his uncle retreated from the ring, The Storm finally paced forward. Not to check on the referee, there was staff for that. He knelt down to lift his Evolution Championship off of the ground and grip it tightly in his right hand. Once at his full height, Matt's eyes locked onto Disciple as he retreated up the ramp; it was time for him to send his own message. The victor held his title high into the air for the world to see, showing everyone... no, showing the Dreadnaught at that the end of the day, he was the champion. His spare hand lifted up to chest level to flash his four fingers at the man, the fabled signal for the Chapter Four, "You won't get off so easy next time!" The Storm boomed across the arena over the sound of the lively fans. Matt couldn't help but let a smirk cross his lips... maybe a worthy challenger was on the horizon.
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