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 Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 2:15 pm
Picking up the staff of Poison Ivan, the Entity spun it around.
Allow me to show you how it's done he spoke coldly
as he twirled it around more, faster.
Faster, he spun it until he made a sharp stop with it, and aimed a precision strike into the ribs of Matt!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 3:59 pm
A rough grunt escaped Matt's lips as the staff whacked roughly against his ribs, a cracking sound echoing through the arena from the impact. But he didn't move or show any other signs of pain; he was out cold once more!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 4:11 pm
Sliding out of the ring, The entity made a grasp at Matt's hand and attempted to drag his hand to the bottom rope.
Poor, diluted fool... You spoke of light like it's poison to you..He spoke as he produced some handcuffs and attempted to clamp Matt to the ring rope.
The thing about light.... Is it burns... Much like you will be..
The Entity walked around gathering up possible weapons, and tables as he set the tables up.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 4:44 pm
The 'Entity' effortless dragged Shanahan over to the ropes and handcuffed him to the bottom one. Matt was still showing no signs of waking, which was, again, causing alarm with the referees. They hadn't even gotten into the Nest yet, and Matt was out could -again-! One referee was even so bold to tried to confront Chrono, shouting at him to show some humanity!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 5:01 pm
Humanity? Humanity? Burn into flames.... The entity spoke as the tables across the ring instantly ignited.
Leaning down to grasp the Ivan mask and the Malice mask, he stared down at each of them.
One in each hand, as he contemplated his thoughts, looking up towards Matt.
Throughout this whole endeavor you never asked my name, it was never spoken, nor uttered..
He grasped some barbed wire, as he clamped the two masks to his sides.
Never even realized just who I am, but them.. These people know... They know exactly who I am..
He drew closer to Matt, the barbwire now at waist level..
For four years in EWA, I haunted their October Pay-per-view, 'Slasherslam' rewarding those who sacrificed everything...
For one shot at glory...Some wanted championship glory, some wanted power, some wanted redemption..
But what I got out of it? Well... They say when you make a deal with a devil, the wager isn't worth the outcome...
He hovered over the handcuffed Matt this time..
Because no one truly is the same ever again after they make a final wish....
The Entity hovered the barbwire around Matt's neck...
You may call me Mephistopheles.... Mephisto for short..
and with the words he spoke, Mephisto attempted to pull barbwire against the exposed neck flesh of the God of Punks!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 5:08 pm
Shanahan was finally beginning to stir as the man spoke. Did he hear any of it? No, not at all. His focus was on the mesh cage above them. He didn't notice the fans, the demonic tyrant on the outside of the ring, or the flaming tables nearby. All he noticed was the mesh cage.
"Revenge... Is a dis-" The Punk was suddenly cut off as the barbwire was pulled over his throat and began to choke him out! While he would've growled or shouted in pain, such sounds were cut off by the barbed line of metal. In an attempt to break free, his free hand shot up and tried to overpower Mephisto and pull the wire off of his throat!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 5:25 pm
Best served cold? Mephisto said as he whispered into Matt's ear.
You know nothing of revenge... Nothing he spoke as he let go of the barbwire, he did this willingly.
As he grasped the barbwire, and fashioned it into a crown... Placing it upon Matt's head.
Good night sweet prince... Again... Mephisto spoke as he ripped off the Malice mask off his side
and attempted to bash the side of Matt's face with the hardened metal!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 5:36 pm
A sharp gasped escaped Matt's lips as he was able to breathe once more. His hand immediately went up to cover his throat, making sure blood wasn't pouring from it. He didn't even seem to notice the 'crown' being placed on his head. After all, the rest of him was in much more pain. "You know nothing... I am Matt... Shanahan... And I will ki-" The Punk was brutally cut off as the mask was smashed against the side of his head, knocking him out cold once more!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 6:34 pm
Conquest, a goal which few can do, even fewer can hold on to.
To become a legend, one must replace that which cannot be replaced..
That is what he did, but to do that one needed to in get into the system..
In a world filled with laws, what brings the anarchy?
Carnage...
What brings the momentum...
Velocity...
What brings the Justice?
Ragnarok....
The greatest entities, the greatest forces...
He brought them...
He ushered a new reign of Evolution..
He started the era of wrestling on gaia..
He forever changed the face of it..
He, him... The first one, the original one..
The demon, Mephisto rolled his neck, admiring his work.. Fire around the ring, carnage.. Blood everywhere.
The crown on Matt's head represented thorns, Shanahan was the metaphorical Christ in his eyes..
Consider this your trial.. Mephisto spoke as he walked over to the glass case..
You have been weighed... You have been measured... You have been found wanting..
He spoke as he rummaged though the container. Picking up a golden fiddle..
He propped it up on his shoulder and played a few notes, 'His' song, the one that was vastly superior to Johnny's...
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:17 pm
Matt laid unconscious for another minute... And another... And another... Finally, a referee came over from the outside and began to check on the unconscious man, lifting an eyelid and checking for a pulse.
"Persevere..." The word whispered from the lips of Shanahan as he fought to open his eyes. He had to push through the pain, no matter how badly his body aimed to give out. He was finally managing to come to, his eyes locking on the referee as a focus point. "... G-get... This damn... thing off me..." He grunted, though he gave the referee no time to react. Instead, he lifted his unrestrained hand and carefully pull the 'crown' off of his head, tossing it to the side and then running a hand through his blood-soaked black locks to slick them back. "I am... No one's example..." He grunted again as he began to tug weakly at the handcuffs binding him to the rope. The referee stood back in complete awe at the simple fact that Matt was even alive; after all, who else could take this kind of torment?
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:26 pm
The melody coming from the golden fiddle was horrible, excruciating.. Because it was over 100 pounds, and gold...
The sound radiating from the the fiddle was horrible to everyone throughout the entire arena, worse than nails on chalkboard.
The fans and everyone groaned in agony, as the demon walked closer to Matt, making sure the God of Punks got
quite the earful!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:39 pm
The noise was extremely painful, but it barely phased Matt compared to the pain he had been through so far tonight. He pushed himself to his knees and began to drag his cuffed arm over the furthest turnbuckle, stopping once he was there. "No man... Restrains me..." He whispered again as he began to untie the bottom pad of the turnbuckles, tossing it to the side afterwards. He stared the rope beneath, before finally looking out to the audience.
"Someone... Got a goddamn... Knife?" He huffed out, eyeing the front line of the fans. Finally, one man reached into his pocket and tossed one towards the ring, though it landed short and on the mats below. "... ********' really?" Matt muttered as he stared at the fan with a look of pure, pained disappointment. "Thanks... A for effort, kid..." Matt huffed as slowly began to slide out of the ring, careful not to tug on his injured arm too hard. "And will someone please... Throw a goddamn drink at that imbecile?!... Teach him how to play... A goddamn instrument too..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:55 pm
Someone did indeed throw a drink at Mephisto but they missed... Obviously the people in the crowd had bad aim..
No wonder, most of them were probably all virgins anyways.
As Matt remained helpless caught on the ring rope
"And the devil bowed his head because he knew he had been beat as he laid that golden fiddle on the ground
by johnny's feet..." Mephisto sang casually. However... You're not Johnny... New verse.. The devil raised his hand
because he knew that he had won, he used the golden fiddle against Matt, his bell had just been rung.."
He did in fact raise his hand, the fiddle high above his head as he was a few feet from Matt, but he knew better to lung...
He knew better to get near him, so he did the next best thing as he tossed the heavy fiddle at the trapped God of Punks!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:11 pm
Matt was on his feet on the outside by the time Chrono had began to step near. In his hand, he had the fan's pocket knife drawn and ready. His eyes were locked onto the man advancing at him. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be able to move as fast as he usually did; the fiddle smashed into his chest, causing him to turn and fall to the ground, his cuffed arm yanking hard from the impact. He let out a grunt before pushing the fiddle off and attempting to slide into the ring and away from Mephisto.
Once in, he would try to use the knife to pry at the knotted rope that was held together by the hook. He was using the blade as leverage!
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:23 pm
While you're on the ground I want you to see something.. Mephisto motioned for one of the monks to come near him, they held a box. I've made out a will; I'm leaving myself
to the National Health. I'm sure they can use
the jellies and tubes and syrups and glues,
the web of nerves and veins, the loaf of brains,
and assortment of fillings and stitches and wounds,
blood - a gallon exactly of bilberry soup –
the chassis or cage or cathedral of bone;
but not the heart, they can leave that alone.
They can have the lot, the whole stock:
the loops and coils and sprockets and springs and rods,
the twines and cords and strands,
the face, the case, the cogs and the hands,
but not the pendulum, the ticker;
leave that where it stops or hangs. He spoke, only those in the know would know.. Yukari looked on in disbelief, a shock in her eyes as she covered her mouth... The eulogy that was spoken... Mephisto opened the box and inside it was an urn.. It had St. Joey's emblem on it.. St. Joey the man who died two years ago via suicide, the man who was Matt Shanahan's best friend in the entire business.. A line one doesn't cross ever, and this demon had did just that... The man, the demon, the entity before Matt.. Was not of Chrono Clepsydra, but of someone else entirely... There was a hushed silence in the crowd. Your friend's soul belongs to me...
The soul of St. Joey, I delighted in sheer bliss as his soul rotted in hell..
He a saint, burning for his sins.. No greater pleasure... Well... That is..
Until now...
HOW ABOUT YOU JOIN HIM!The demon bellowed out as he rushed in and attempted to break the urn over Matt's head!
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