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 Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 2:44 pm
Laying unconscious, there was a good chance that one, if not a few of Chrono's ribs were broken.
The mask of Malice fell out to the floor below. Coughing up a mixture of blood and green mist, the God of Time gagged from the impact, as subconsciously rolled to the side to prevent from choking
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 2:49 pm
The Black Star's eyes finally lit up after another long moment of both men being unconscious. He began to slowly crawl towards the ropes with squinted eyes; that green mist wasn't a joke, no matter how conventional it may have been. As he reached the ropes, he pulled himself forward with the assistance of the bottom rope, dragging him into a near kneeling position.
His eyes turned to see Chrono laid out on his side. He was down... This was his chance! Matt hesitantly began to roll out of the ring, groaning with extreme amounts of pain as he did. He had to get a ladder, and he had to do it now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 3:02 pm
As Matt went out of the ring, Chrono started to stir. Opening his eyes they widened
Shaking his head to get the cobwebs out he slipped out of the ring as he landed on the floor.
As much as it hurt him, he took a deep breath as he noticed the Malice mask was way on the other side.
Of course, that's not what he wanted, what he wanted was something more...
Poisonous...
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 3:12 pm
Matt managed to stay on his feet as they landed on the outside mats. Good, now he just had to find a ladder... He reached under the ring, and luckily there it was. A loud grunt echoed through the arena as he yanked and pulled the ladder out from underneath the apron, quickly sliding it into the ring afterwards. His eyes danced around to make sure the coast was clear... That's when he spotted the mask.
A surge of anger coursed through the Black Star at the sight of the infernal mask. It dared to challenge him... And he wouldn't have that. He gave it a rough running kick, which turned out to be more a limping kick, sending it flying far up the ramp and away from the ring. "None of that... Anymore..." He gasped before beginning to slide back into the ring. He had to keep his eyes on the prize.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 3:24 pm
Moving to the glass box he had retrieved the Malice mask from, he saw what he was looking for.
Reaching out he grabbed a staff, as he pulled it towards him another mask fell to the ground as he clutched it in his hand.
Grasping the ivory mask, it was quite different from the Mask of Malice...
His first mask...
As he placed it against his face, patterns began to glow on the mask, question mark ones in fact as he stood up.
Spinning the staff around he spun to face the Black Star that was in the ring.
The staff of course was giving him balance, the mask however was washing away the aggression and instilling intelligence..
The entity that was now awaiting the God of Punks was one that hadn't appeared in over nine years..
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 3:33 pm
Chrono had gotten out of the ring to retrieve another mask from his cases of past gimmicks, but this wasn't going to stop Shanahan from attempting to capitalize. He pulled himself to his feet and picked up the ladder, grunting as he dragged it to the center of the ring and began to set it up. All the while, he watched the man spinning his staff about. Just when The Black Star had broke his baseball bat, too.
With his eyes locked onto Chrono, Matt began to slowly pull himself up the steel rungs of the ladder, having issues with his bruised torso stretching along the way.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 3:59 pm
Picking up a microphone nearby he gazed at the Malice Mask, and tilted his head. He shook his head, and tilted it back at Matt
"Pardon me, oh Prudent Proprietor of Punkism, but before you partake on penetrating that glass prison containing the prize that belongs to yours truly.
Do consider the predicament that prevails you, for you see...
Your puny attempts to place peace upon this place has presented you powerless, you prehistoric pigheaded pea brain, peasant. "
This new masked entity said walking with his cane, like a broken man.. Old and decrepit..
"You're finding yourself in a peculiar predicament, for when your pitiful self retrieves my precious, you will have to lower yourself to an awaiting poison..
A poison that will run it's course... Preventing you from partaking your ultimate prize... "
The masked man seemingly tripped over something as he rolled down the ramp, and stood up unscathed.
There was vigor in his step as he twirled the cane around as he walked up the ring steps and entered the ring.
"Presenting that peculiar poison, that poison that will prevent, neigh end you... Poison Ivan..."
The man now known as Poison Ivan said as he shot his staff up and attempted to hit The Black Star in his 'Comets'.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 4:18 pm
The Black Star's gaze slowly turned to stare at the strange man parading around in the middle of the ramp. Just moments before, that man was Chrono... Either his brother was beginning to suffer from multiple personality disorder, or those masks really were possessed. Regardless, they needed to be burned!
It wasn't until the man known as Poison Ivan entered the ring that Shanahan realized that he had to stop being distracted. He had to get this belt now! He ripped his eyes away and quickly finished climbing the ladder, letting out a roar as his elbow smashed into the glass case and broke through. That was it! All he had to do was grab the belt...
... Perhaps Matt should've kept his eyes on Ivan a little while longer. The staff came crashing into his beloved Comets, causing a powerful surge of agony to rip through his body. His feet gave out and slid down the ladder a few rungs. The man barely managed to catch himself, an arm keeping him attached to the top rung of the ladder. He groaned in pain as he attempted to climb back up to the top, his movements slow and hesitant.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 4:28 pm
As the Black Star crumbled after Poison Ivan's staff attack. The Poisonous one twirled the staff once more.
Spinning it to gain momentum as he then attempted to bash Black Star's skull in, hopefully the force was enough to bring him
and the championship down to the ring.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 5:05 pm
While the glass case was broken, the title belt still rested within. But Shanahan wouldn't get to grab it, as the end of the staff came connecting into the side of his head. The Black Star slowly fell off the ladder, a rather loud thud echoing through the arena as he flopped onto the mat below, his entire body going limp. He would definitely have a concussion by the end of the night at this rate!
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 5:21 pm
You were warned, what predicaments were going to be presented before before you, and now a prediction..
The Poisonous one said, as he swung the staff like a golf club.. As he prepared to strike Matt..
You'll be prehistorically past tense...
He said sternly as he attempted to strike the Black Star's head.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 5:28 pm
"No matter how far he is driven, The Black Star never gives in. He will fight until there is nothing left in his wake; until he has regained his status as a God once more. Only then can The Black Star rest. When the skies are dark, and he is upon his throne once more."
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Shanahan was in a world of hurt and it was all too clear that he was on the losing side of the match once more. He struggled to himself up to a base, hoping to get a foothold in this match... And that's when the staff cracked against the side of his head. He tumbled back onto his side, laying limp once more. But... It only seemed to be for a brief second. Soon, his eyes were fluttering open and he was rolling to his side once more, shaking as he attempted to get to his knees. "I'll sh-show you... Past tense... Mother... ********> He whispered out in pained gasps all the while. He wasn't giving in.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 7:24 pm
Deny a man opportunities, he'll find a way to get them
Deny a man his name, he'll make a new one..
Give a man a new identity, he'll find a way to his old one.
Give a man a chance, and he can run with it, or he can blow it.
When a man makes a mistake, he has two choices.. Redemption or Rejection
When a man is given opportunities without earning them, he is nothing.
When a man works for his opportunities, and is given nothing. He has everything
The man who takes his opportunities, makes an identity, runs with his chances
The man who redeems, the man who earns, who works, has everything..
He has solidified a legacy..
The man who has a legacy has an empire
The man who has an empire is a king
The King who's empire grows other empires becomes deified
The King who becomes deified is a God..
The God has done it all, has seen it all..
Has nothing left to do, to see..
For he is the first one
The only one..
The Best one...
So what does the God who has seen it all, has done it all do?
Rinse
Renew
Repeat...
So a new man appears
A new legacy
A new king...
A new empire..
A new god..
Awaken...
Redemption once again..
The Past is the past, you perceive but you don't pertain, you speak prematurely, a notion as predictable as your punkness has been pancaked as it pertains to your programming.
The Peculiar one spoke in riddles once again as he lifted the Black Star up to a vertical level.
"Prepare to be perplexed..." he said as he attempted to give the crumbled Shanahan, his trademarked
'Perplexing Propaganda ' Finisher*
*Spinning headlock elbow drop into an anaconda vice
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 7:54 pm
"You... Know... Nothing..." The Black Star croaked out as this Poison Ivan came near him. "You're... You're just another... L-light..." He managed to get out as he was lifted up by his opponent. Before he could get another word out, the Peculiar One had him in the hold and smashed him back down into the mat, sending shocking jolts of pain through his body once more!
As the submission part of the move was applied, Matt didn't even protest the move. In fact, he seemed to be unconscious again. He went limp in Chrono's hold, his eyes shutting in response once more. Shanahan just couldn't keep it together.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 8:09 pm
Holding the vice in, Light? Were you not listening? I am the poison that perplexes you, that puzzles your senses.
The very poison that puts you into an ever perpetuation slumber...
Pretendland time is over...
The masked man said coldly as he held the hold in longer, the match obviously couldn't be won with a submission
obviously, it was for him to punish his opponent, weaken him..
Break him.
Systematically destroy him...
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