[Apologies for not finishing this up in a timely manner. Life's been kicking me hard. I do believe this is the ending we all agreed on; if not, please contact me ASAP.]
The Champion was down and out it seemed! Despite the urging of the fans, it seemed that the beloved Cartwright had been put down hard by The Last Corner, leaving Shanahan free to crawl towards that belt.
The Storm inched his way across the ring, his eyes locked onto the glorious crowning jewel of WWF:G. The title that signified being at the top of the company. The belt that would begin The Storm's Reign over not only Wrestlemania, but all of WWF:G. He just had to reach it...
The fans booed and jeered, while the rest roared for The Talented One to respond; but all Matt heard was his heart beating in his chest, pumping the life he needed to bring himself all the way across the ring. Just as The Storm was mere feet away from the coveted championship, he propelled himself across the mat, sending his thick frame hurtling onto the championship belt.
The bell rang, signalling that a man had finally grabbed the Legacy Championship.
The fans fell silent, knowing that the man wasn't their Cartwright.
And possibly the biggest indication of them all...
BOOOOOOOM!!!
... A shockwave of thunder echoed across the Superdome, confirming The Storm as the winner. A flash of lightning streaked across the ceiling, and every screen in the arena lit up with the graphic of the tattered Union Jack, and the text that had displayed with it before:
4-0
The Streak that no one seemed to favor had lived on another year. Mike Landry, Brandon Damone, Kelly King, and now Cartwright were officially on the list of men to fall at Matt Shanahan's hands at WWF:G's grandest stage. The man responsible for each of those victories laid on the edge of the ring, clutching the WWF:G Legacy Championship to his chest. Even as "Short Change Hero" played over the sound of crackling thunder overhead, nothing reached Matt's ears. It hadn't fully occurred to him that he had just won the main event of the show, and it wouldn't until he heard the sound of medics clamoring into the chamber to check on the now former champion. He lifted himself up off of the belt and looked over his shoulder at the downed opponent, glancing over his form for a long moment. Once he turned his head back, he forced himself up to his feet with the belt in his hands.
The Storm turned about to look around at the arena, even if it were hard to make out through the chains of the chamber. The audience was far from happy; the match could've been so much more, but instead they got a sub-par finish. Matt didn't care what they thought though; he was the winner, and that's all that concerned him. If anything, they should be thankful he ended it so quickly. Him and Cartwright both were clearly at risk in this shoddy Chamber!
With a quick heave of his right arm, Matt lifted the WWF:G Legacy Championship up high for the world to see. On cue, another booming thunder shook the building and sent the lights into a dark hue. Where people had anticipated confetti, they were met with The Storm's trademark instead. Rain began to fall from the ceiling, beginning to soak the majority of the arena. The look on Matt's face was a testament to everything he stood for now: his eyes were cold and filled with the same mixture of sorrow and anger that people had seen since the last Wrestlemania, and his facial features were in an unwavering, emotionless state.
Without any other forms of pandering to the hateful crowd, Matt lowered his arm and limped across the ring, passing Cartwright and the medics in the process. Over the top rope he stepped, and he continued his trek until he got to the chamber's doorway. The Storm lowered himself out of it, glaring at any staff member that even stepped forward to help him. For four Wrestlemanias, he left the ring on his feet. Tonight would be no different. His locks were matted down by the pouring rain from above, giving him reason to shake his head in a futile attempt to be rid of some of the moisture. With his new championship in hand, Matt began to slowly pace up the ramp, letting the belt hang to his side as he made his way up. His eyes stared at the titantron as he did, reading over the text one more time: 4-0. Four years, and this year he finally did it. He won the grandest prize in WWF:G.
At the end of his journey up to the ramp, The Storm stopped at the edge of the stage. His eyes glanced down at the steel grates, slick with the rain pouring over the arena. Just a year ago, he left the ring with a win over his best friend. This year, he left with what he had his sights on since 2013. His neck raised and twisted to the side, giving his right eye just enough of an angle to glare down at the ring over his shoulder. An era ended in that ring, and another one began. The Storm's Reign in WWF:G was just beginning.
With a final notion to celebrate his victory, Matt turned his head to face the curtain and lifted his prize up high, showing it off once more. Lightning seizured across the Superdome, lighting up the entire room as he did so. He held it for a long moment, before lowering the belt back to his side and retreating to the back. The fans jeered him all the while, clearly not happy with the ending to their Wrestlemania.
