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 Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 8:21 pm
The unconscious man remained in hold for a spare few moments, simply allowing Ivan to weaken his body even more. He was down and out, there was no coming back from this...
... And yet, Shanahan's eyes began to open once more, the fiery black pupils staring up at the man through the slits of his eyelids. "You... Are... A light." He stated firmly as he began to fight back, his arms shaking as he attempted to use his brute strength to force his arm out of Chrono's grasp. "A simple... Pathetic... Light... And I will put you out!" His pained whispers turned into a roar of defiance, of refusal. He began to twist his body about, trying even harder to break out of the man's hold. He wasn't going to let this happen!
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 8:55 pm
A man became a legacy, but when they shut him down he grasped a new identity, a new legacy..
What drove him was intelligence, craftiness, and deceit but what made him better than others was that
He was the best there is at what he does.
The smartest player in the game, the most deceptive...
Never trust an honest man, you will never know when an honest man lies
But you'll trust a liar to lie..
But was the man before them a liar? An honest man?
Or maybe a man that says what he does
Believes in it so much that his lies become truth..
And that is a dangerous man..
A reality shaper
But this Poison Ivan, just what was he then?
What is he now?
Bending, the arm of the Black Star's arm back making sure to give as much excruciating pain to him as possible.
Pretend if you will that I am that pre-notion you so pathetically pointed out.
This light if you will.. You are a mere shadow of what you were
Pretend if you will that what is presented before your pitiful precautionary peasant persona is light..
Even the smallest of illuminations brightens the darkest of shadows, you being predictably put out.
Pre-historic, like your poor, pathetic chances of survival...
As Poison Ivan taunted his brother, it was clear at least in this moment who was in control.
Notably there were other masks, other personas that Chrono had indeed been throughout the years..
Would they even become a factor in this match?
Let's not prolong the inevitable, pompous parasite
The Perplexing one spoke as he twisted his grasp on his hold, and then suddenly he attempted to twist it without warning in the opposite direction.
Fully intending to dislocate his brother's arm.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:01 pm
As soon as Chrono began to twist his arm even tighter, Matt took it upon himself to fight back with one thing he knew he could do; his knees began to pull upward and smash into the man's back repeatedly, attempting to weaken the man's grip on him. Then suddenly, his arm popped; Ivan managed to dislocate his arm from the socket. A sudden roar of pain erupted from the man's throat, sending him into overdrive. His knees began to fire back with incredible force, desperate to make this man let go of his dislocated arm. Could he?
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:18 pm
What drives a man to do what he does? Money? Greed? How far can one man sink?
One must ask themselves, when one man becomes so powerful that he becomes corrupt.
He sees everything he's doing as right, and he believes it. He truly believes he's bettering things..
But in reality he makes them worse
Something he created, he was slowly destroying..
But this man put on the mask of intellect, yet intellect comes with a price
There is no knowledge that is not power..
He had the power, he had the knowledge
But not the understanding..
The understanding came a purpose.. But with purpose comes corruption..
Corruption if you steer clear of your purpose..
Corruption poisons the mind..
As the poison seeps through one loses track of what one truly is..
As Ivan clutched in the lock he felt his being attacked by knees, it was clear that the Star was fighting back.
He continued holding on, because sooner or later...
Pop..
The moment he had waited for happened, at that moment it seemed like time had stood still.
The Black Star's arm was dislocated, and with that The Poisonous one let go of the him..
The damage was done.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:21 pm
The Black Star quickly rolled away from him after getting free of the dangerous submission. The damage was done... But could it be repaired? Matt grasped the dislocated arm while howling in pain, trying to keep it from further damage. Referees rushed to the side of the ring and began to try to drag Shanahan out. They had to get him away before permanent damage could be done!
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:42 pm
The origin of Poison Ivan was a unique one..
The mask however was a mystery, one assumed that Chrono had made it himself. But how, why?
That secret predates the careers of many.. When Chrono was at the top of the ladder.. The 'Man'...
Yet some would go to bring him down.. Tell him he could no longer compete, so
he played the game of deceit.
The federation that so refused him, he went back into as another person.
He had a goal, to spread his poison. His hate, and eventually the top prize was his once again.
Yet as this persona rose, it corrupted his mind..
He lost himself, and yet...
He managed to regain his thoughts somehow...
How one may ask? The secret might be closer than people realize..
Yet, why'd he go back to being the Poisonous one?
Did he ever truly stop being the Poisonous one?
Was that personality that lay dormant all of these years ever truly dormant?
Was it slowly seeping through? What other personalities were in the psyche of Chrono Clepsydra?
Poison Ivan got up and dusted himself off as the refs went to check on Matt, Ivan reached over and grabbed his staff.
His trusty staff he'd used as a club, a poker and a pool cue, but now it'd be used as a retrieving stick,
Walking to the manner in a serpentine motion he slithered up it, as he reached his staff up once he got half way as he nudged the title
The hook on the staff, slowly grasped the strap as he pulled it down, not taking his eyes off of Matt..
He had weakened him, broken him physically...
But not mentally...
Not spiritually..
No that would come much...
Much later..
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:54 pm
The referees scrambled to the man's side and pulled him to the edge of the ring, the group of men trying to communicate with Shanahan. "GET IT BACK IN PLACE!" The Black Star suddenly roared through the pain, causing the men and the fans to jump in surprise. One referee leaned forward and attempted to shove Matt's arm back into the socket, causing another enormous wave of pain to wash over Matt's form. He roared and pushed all the men away with his good arm, signalling them to disperse. They backed away, watching him as he finished sliding out of the ring and stumbled to his feet.
Shanahan flexed the injured arm, a grimace tugging at his features as he did. It hurt like hell... But he could push on. "... Not yet. I refuse." The man snarled as he turned back to the ring, climbing up onto the apron with the help of his good arm. "You wanna play games, Chrono? Let's play a ********' game!" Matt shouted as he pushed himself over the top rope again. He was battered and injured to an incredible degree, but he wasn't giving up.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 10:14 pm
Grasping the WWE:E Evolution Championship, in his hand. The man referring to himself as Poison Ivan looked
at Matt, 'You seem puzzled, perhaps your pathetic mind cannot perceive that which is presented before you.
That entity is dormant... The prize is in my possession you pawn. Psychologically, Physically I have plucked you, poisoned you, piece by pathetic piece. Played without you..
Perhaps however, a new game is a foot.. Poison Ivan says..
The Peculiar one said as he slowly but surely got off the ladder clutching the title on his shoulder, his free hand holding the staff.
Poison Ivan says.... Pay attention to what he says, else you just might miss something..
The trials of the being are what define us... Each day one goes through life
Life not knowing whether you'll live tomorrow
But we strive each day knowing, we can better ourselves
Few actually do this...
Few actually go out there and test their limits..
Test their body so it can handle whatever physical demands life gives us.
Test their mind, challenge it so it can remain sharp in times of need.
Test the heart, for when it is broken it's hard to piece together
Test the spirit, for believing in something, anything even one's self.. Is all one needs to get through the hardships..
Lastly one's common sense, not many have it, even fewer use it.
Each and every decision Chrono ever made, was to test those limits on himself, see how far he could truly go.
While some were questionable, his decisions truly shaped everything.
He became a god...
A creator, a destroyer, a re-builder, a redeemer, a rejector..
A dreamer, a devourer, a murderer, a life-giver..
A forgiver, a forgetter, a sinner a saint..
An angel, a devil..
He was him...
Because he tested himself, he weighed himself..
He measured himself..
And he found himself..
Wanting...
Always wanting..
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 10:25 pm
The Black Star stared ahead at the man, unphased by his riddles and words. He was just another light. He would be treated as such from here on out. The man slowly stepped forward, his eyes locked onto the masked Ivan in front of him. "You're right... You are a poison. You've poisoned -my- black skies with your -light-, Ivan... So let's play a game to fix that. Let's turn out of the lights." He muttered as he reached into the pocket of his black jeans. He produced two black blindfolds, tossing one of them at the feet of Ivan.
"I'm not playing -your- games, b***h. I'm playing mine... Partake, if you dare." Shanahan finished while tying the blindfold over his eyes. What was he doing? He was already injured and beaten unconscious too many times tonight. And now he wished to be blind?
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 9:03 am
In the wavering shadow of spite,
Our spirit is faced by the oncoming spear
Engulfed in flames.
I keep that unforgettable day in my heart
The day, I fell deep..
And now rise up
Gazing lavishly at the blindfold as one was tossed to him, he picked it up and inspected it.
Watching his opponent do the same. This was rather ridiculous, absurd..
Perhaps a new plan, a new ploy if you will.. However, something perplexes me.
Do you really carry around two blindfolds around at all times?
He shook his head as he felt the cloth in his fingers. This was absurd even for his standards.
The were having a match, not some silly game of pin the tail on the donkey.
None the less he tied the blindfold around himself, not tightly though.
After all he was a snake in the grass..
Light gathers on the flag we unfurl.
Gazing upon the multitude of stars,
Gripping our blades, we charge
If light is not brought to the darkness in these lands,
The shooting stars will soar over a wasteland.
On whom does the morning sun shine
As it climbs over the edge of battle?
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 4:08 pm
"Do you really use a staff?" Shanahan shock at the man as the blindfold tightened around his head. His eyes closed, his arms raised into his typical fighting stance even with the injured arm... He was ready. "... Your move, Boy Wonder." The Black Star muttered with a smirk, simply waiting for his opponent to make a move.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 6:50 pm
Throughout the earliest recorded history
Staves were used, for combat, for walking, various other things..
What was it but an extension of one's body..
To fight.. To extend..
Pinpoint accuracy..
Block, Strike, Swipe, Entrap, Protect, Reflect..
The ideal weapon for an an intellect..
Spinning the staff around, even while blindfolded. The art of fighting while blinded wasn't a lost art.
One just needed to use one's senses, perhaps that is what this Black Star was using, in which..
All Ivan needed to do was confound one's movements, as he spun the staff he paced himself around the ring counter-clockwise..
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 12:47 pm
The Black Star carefully began to step around the ring, his ears the only tool he had for the moment being. The fans were silent, watching the display in the ring... Shanahan managed to pick up the sound of the spinning staff; Ivan was near. Matt continued to step in the direction of the sound before shooting his arm out in the direction he believed it may have been in. If his hand managed to grasp the man's tool of destruction, he would attempt to rip it out of his grasp and send it flying to the other side of the ring!
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 1:08 pm
A leader is always teaching, always inspiring but above all a leader never stops learning
Still rotating the staff, Ivan felt air pressure shooting towards his arm, instinctively he attempted to smack whatever was near him with the staff, hoping to hit whatever was coming towards him.
However, the force pulled the staff from his hands and he could feel it being flung across the ring.
Well that's interesting..
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 1:17 pm
A rush of adrenaline coursed through Shanahan as he threw the staff behind him; the match would be on even grounds now, and he couldn't afford to waste a single second. The trademark arrogant smirk flashed on his lips for just a brief moment as he spun around on his heel, twisting his entire body around. While he rotated, his other leg lifted off the ground and came up at an arch as he finished the full rotation...
... What?! The Black Star was going for a blind roundhouse kick?! Matt was simply full of surprises tonight. But he could he land it? That's the real question.
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