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Cornered against the ring and nowhere to really go, Matt had no real way of getting away from Chrono's idea of torture. The splintered end of the bat nearly impaled the man's shoulder as he drove it in, causing another roar of pain to echo through the arena. Reacting purely on instinct, The Punk shot his bad arm forward in an attempt send a rough chop against the man's throat. No matter who you were, that hurt!

Shanahan leaned back against the bottom rope of the ring with the spare seconds of rest the chop had given him. His eyes looked to his shoulder to examine the blood slowly beginning to trickle from the splintered wound; that wasn't going to be pleasant.

His eyes kept to Chrono as he suddenly whirled around in the attempt for a backhand; Matt wasn't going to have it. His head ducked down to narrowly dodge the blow, while both of his fists shot forward in hopes to collide with the man's ribcage and send him backwards. After all, Matt needed enough time to get out between the apron and ring!

"I've crossed the plains of hell, suffered things none other ever will... And I never broke..." Matt hissed as he finally pulled himself out from the apron, staggering to catch himself as he did. "Throw me everything you got... And I will -not- break; remember that, b***h!" Matt roar with his eyes locked onto this new Chrono. Without thinking, he surged forward and attempted to force the man into a lock-up... And push both of them over the barricade!

Flames were something Shanahan had used in rare occasion; some would say that his use of the element in his final match with DJ is the reason the man retired. But even he had to admit that fire wasn't a pleasant thing to feel against your face.

The flash paper ignited right against Matt's face, causing his hands to shoot up to protect himself and back away as he did. His hands covered up hold the burns, staggering far until he found himself against the barricade; but he let out no shouts of pain. Despite it all, he knew this man got pleasure from knowing he was in pain. He wouldn't give him such satisfaction.

The hands of The Punk slowly pulled away to let the burns make contact with the air. The fans that saw him let out a gasp of shock at the man before them. Seething with bared teeth was Matt Shanahan, with a huge burn mark on the side of his left face, covering the majority of his eyesocket. It hurt more than anything else in this match, but he wasn't going to let it show. He had to outsmart two of Chrono's personalities already. This one would be no different.

He slowly turned to face the man in the ring, fists curling up as he caught view of his Brother. He moved forward, but only to pace around the outside. He wasn't going into the ring... Not yet. Not until he knew what awaited him.

"... Really?" Matt whispered to himself with his good eyebrow arched in mild irritation. He had enough of Chrono's games tonight!

Chrono had a kitchen sink, but... What did Shanahan have? He looked around for a moment, his eyes spotting... Poison Ivan's staff? He reached down and picked up the item, spinning it in his grasp with a smirk. "... This will backfire." He mumbled to himself with a chuckle. But he was going to use it while he could. He slid into the ring and rose to his feet, the staff ready in both hands.

This man was crazy! He was going to attempt to throw the sink at a readied Shanahan? Luckily, Matt had enough to dive out of the way, leaving nothing but turnbuckles for the sink to smash into; that was close! The Punk turned his glare to Chrono as he pushed himself to his feet, grip still tight on the staff.

"... Really? That's all you got?" He shot out before attempting to use the staff... As a pole vault! He launched himself forward, attempting to plant his feet firmly against the entity's chest and kick him backwards. Matt wasn't about to let this man get his hands on the sink again.

Shanahan's target... Moved to the side as his dropkick failed completely. He crashed into the mat, his facial features pulling into a tight grimace on impact. He had no time to recover it seemed, as Chrono grabbed him by the throat and lifted him high into the air!

Before he knew what was happened, Matt was brought crashing down back to earth. Except earth was actually Chrono's knee. Matt's body cracked hard against the man's knee, sending another heavy jolt of pain through his body. Matt fell off of his opponent's knee and onto his stomach, seemingly going limp again. That... That was brutal.