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Matt's pace was nowhere near as quick as Legacy's. Despite having the upperhand most of the match, Matt's body was in the worst shape it had been in years. The titantron had did it's job back at Sacrifice, and it was going to be a brutal reminder of his state for months to come, at the very least. With a quiet groan, Matt rolled off of the poor referee and began to crawl towards the steel steps, seeking to use them as support in his mission to get to his feet.

Matt managed to get himself propped up onto the steel steps, practically laying across them at the moment. He thought he might have a moment of rest, but the fans screaming and the sound of footsteps were all too alarming. He turned his head to look over his shoulder... only to see his fellow giant, standing high with that damned staff in hand. Reacting out of instinct, Matt's arms pushed off off the steps, propelling him forward and over them!

Unfortunately, he wasn't getting away from the swing. As he flew over, the staff came smacking down onto his spine, shooting pain all through-out his back. The fans audibly gasped as the crack echoed through the arena. As he landed on the mats opposite of Legacy with a thud, he hissed in pain and immediately tried to start crawling away. He had find his equalizer if this was going to continue!

Matt's eyes were locked dead ahead, on the weapon he desperately needed; his bat. He had thrown it to the outside at the start of the match, and there it laid by the barricade. He needed it; it was the best way to combat Legacy's own vicious assault. He crawled on, but once Legacy began to mock him, that trademark temper of Shanahan's showed. He swung his right arm out, attempting to bash it into Legacy's leg and trip him as he followed alongside!

Matt's attempt to sweep Legacy missed, but at least he got him to back off, even for a split second. The Storm used that moment to push off of the mats and get to his feet, the momentum causing him to start out in a near-sprint towards his bat. He reached down and grabbed the weapon as he ran by the steps, right into the barricade wall. Luckily enough, he managed to turn and smack his back against the barrier instead of his gut.

He faced Legacy, his back against the wall... with his legendary weapon tight in his right hand.

Matt didn't budge from his position against the wall as Legacy charged forward, he stood his ground against the impending assailant. Just as Legacy swung his staff at The Storm's head, Matt's hands both wrapped around his bat and he brought the weapon swinging upward.

Right in the path of the staff.

Their weapons connected with a loud crack! And there they stood, weapons crossed, each trying to force the other away.

Matt's grip around his baseball bat remained firm, as did the pressure he applied against the staff. Despite the pressure Legacy was adding to it, Shanahan was unmoving. He was using all of his strength to keep Legacy's weapon from moving any further. His eyes were locked on Legacy's, the soulless black pupil filled with a rage-driven fire. He was daring Legacy to slip up. Daring to give it his all. Could he overpower The Storm?

Matt's icy glare remained on Legacy, tracking his every movement; when he stepped back to add leverage to the staff, Matt saw his opportunity.

With the added pressure, Matt's strength would surely lose; after all, the staff was longer than the bat. So Matt would attempt to step back and bring the bat away from the staff, causing all of Legacy's pressure to give way!

As Legacy stumbled and pushed Matt's bat aside, The Storm intended to use the shifted momentum to his favor. He moved with the bat, spinning on his heel in a full 360, attempting to bring the weapon swinging into Legacy's back as he passed by!