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 Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 12:37 am
Right as she said the magic words, that sledgehammer stopped mere inches away from Kelly King's thigh. He turned his head to stare at her with narrowed eyes, breaking out of the wide-eyed rage fest he had spiraled into in mere seconds. "... Now see, was that so hard?" He muttered while tossing the sledgehammer behind him.
Without another word, he grabbed King by the head and attempted to lift the man to his feet, though his eyes were now focusing on the doorway to the master bedroom's balcony. If King was lifted to his feet, Matt would attempt to drag the man over to the glass-pane door and throw him through it!
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 12:40 am
King was thrown straight through the glass out onto his own balcony, and into the wooden panels that usually protected people from falling off those damn things. The wood split and the bannister of the old, poorly maintained balcony fell, and King fell with it...
But just as he was about to fall a near paralyzing height, he turned and grabbed the edge of the wood, holding on for dear life! He looked behind him, wondering if he could aim to land on the trampoline in the yard, but it seemed to far to alter his course from a straight drop...
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 12:43 am
Matt stepped onto the balcony, his eyes narrowed in on his target, hanging on for dear life. Then, Shanahan did something no one would have expected; he walked over and attempted to grab King by the wrists and roughly pull him onto the balcony. He was trying to save the man?! After everything he had just done?
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:36 am
To be perfectly honest, at that point, with glass having lacerated his back, blood coming off his head in rivulets, and a possible bruised bone or two, King didn't care what Matt had done as long as someone was preventing him from falling off the second story balcony.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:46 am
Matt's hands fell from King's wrists as soon as he pulled the man from harm's way, his black eyes focused on the battered coward that was laid out on the balcony. He stared down at his target for what felt like an eternity, debating something within his head...
That 'something' seemed to be whether or not Matt's next idea would be bad or not; he chose the latter. The God of Punks' hands wrapped around the back of the man's neck and the belt of his pants once more, as he aimed to lift Kelly high into the air above his head, giving him a good view of the stars.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:48 am
2.0 was in almost no condition to really fight off his assailant at this point, but he struggled nontheless to prevent this particular action from happening. But King was weak, too weak, and dizzy, and Matt Shanahan lifted him high up in the air on the second story! "Matt... dont..." He muttered quietly.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:57 am
The God of Punks paused at the railing of the balcony, those devious eyes scanning over the backyard as if it were The One True King's kingdom. "... You ruined my plans for Wrestlemania... You broke into my home and stole my US Championship, the title I've held longer than any other title... You insult me, you mock... No. I think I will, Kelly." Matt hissed while lifting 2.0 as high as he could, beginning to rear back his arms for The Toss.
"I only hope Kayla's still cowering in the corner after I'm done with you..." The God of Punks snarled before letting out his trademark roar, attempting to throw King clear off of the balcony!
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:06 am
Just as King was about to be tossed off the balcony, little hands grabbed onto him and pulled him back away from the edge. King landed on his feet, thanks to the young woman, Kayla, who had just rescued him from a terrible fate. He scrambled to collect himself, putting his arm across Kayla to make her get behind him...
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:14 am
"Wha-!" Matt was utterly shocked when he realized he wasn't witnessing King flying through the air. Did he drop him? Had Matt lost that much blood? He whirled around to stare at Kelly and Kayla, his lips pulling into a scowl. "... You little s**t! I'll break you both!" He screamed while moving with a haymaker ready to hit 2.0 in the head!
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:16 am
King looked up quickly and spied the rain gutter on the roof top above, and spied Shanahan. It was around that time that there were sirens growing louder and louder, the sound of cops pulling up to the house from the driveway on the other side and police running to surround the house. King quickly thought of the most clever thing he could possibly say which arguably wasn't clever at all.
"Get out of my house." He growled and then jumped up, grabbing the gutter with both his hands, before swinging forward with all his might and going to plant both his feet against Shanahan's chest and launch him off the ******** balcony.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:23 am
The God of Punks arguably could've done something a little more elaborate. He found himself being pushed off the balcony by King's forced kick, flipping over the railing and falling to his demise.
Time slowed down as if his own brother Chrono was there; Matt fell, but he felt like he may be floating. The events of the night spiraled through his mind at an alarming rate; had he crossed the line? Had he taken things too far? Maybe it was time to...
That last thought was cut off as Matt's back smacked against the trampoline, sending him bouncing off of it and onto the hard dirt ground before. He coughed from the impact, slowly pushing himself to his feet. The sound of sirens wailing in the air around him; it was about time. Shanahan turned to look up at the balcony, no expression visible through his bloodied face. However, the look in his eyes was the only message he needed to send. As the police began to pour into the backyard with their handguns ready, Matt already had his hands up in the air, a faint smirk now playing at his lips.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:31 am
2.0 fell down on his knees, because standing would have taken too much energy at that point, while his daughter cuddled up against him and just started to cry. Ambulances were showing up now, hopefully tending to his boys. 2.0 stared down from the balcony at Matt Shanahan as the police circled him with their pistols drawn.
"HANDS IN THE AIR!" They shouted, one of the officers already going for his handcuffs. 2.0 tucked his daughter's head away from his bloody face, and just watched them arrest Matt Shanahan. But King came to a conclusion that instant. Something else was going to have to be done.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:37 am
Shanahan remained silent while the cop cuffed his arms behind his back. He didn't fight it, he knew that could prove to be... Fatal, to say the least. His eyes never left the two Kings up on the balcony, his smirk only growing as he watch Kelly try to comfort Kayla. He had succeeded; he knew it. The world knew it.
"Someone make sure my truck gets sent to Philadelphia, would you?" Matt called out as the cop began to push Matt away from the backyard, leading him towards one of the police cars up front. From there on, The God of Punks didn't say a word. He may be in handcuffs, and he may have a concussion, but his message had been sent... He wouldn't rest until he had his match.
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