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 Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 11:33 pm
Matt laid on the ground, glad to just be breathing at this point. If he had known he was going to go through this much hell tonight, he would've elected to spend the night in Philadelphia instead. At least there, he wouldn't nearly set on fire.
The sound of the house crackling and burning continued to echo in his mind; whatever valuables or sentimental objects he had in there were probably gone by now. The only thing he had was his baseball bat, laying beside him.
Where some would've laid down and died, Matt began to stir once more. His head slowly lifted off of the ground; his bloodied, sweaty features now sporting spots of dirt caking over the liquids on his face. His dazed eyes locked onto the blurry image of a man against his Silverado.
He didn't have to be told who that was.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 11:59 pm
The helicopter was still running, chopping away at the air as the House Our Father Built scampered to the helicopter. King, however, did not. King, slowly picked up the framed photo that Shanahan had kept of him and his family, slowly walking across the yard to the downed Shanahan.
2.0 made a point of putting his black and gold shoe on the baseball bat next to Matt, kicking it away into the yard, but not into the fire. King looked down at Matt Shanahan, and then up at his burning house, and then back down at Matt Shanahan.
"Two years ago, you broke me. You destroyed my home, you invaded my privacy, you gave my daughter nightmares. Two years ago, you did everything within your power to destroy me." King said, loud enough for Matt to hear him through his mask. He rubbed his thumb across the family photo. "Matt... you broke it all. Why did you do it? Why really? Petty trinkets and pride and glory. The grandest stage of them all."
"Now, I admit. Maybe this was a little overkill. Sorry about your house. I just thought, last time, I just told Matthias what to do. Maybe I should practice what I preach." King said, not feeling even a little remorseful over the burning fires that consumed Matt's home, everything he'd worked for in that home. "You ruined everything. My house was broken. My family went into wrestling, despite my express desires against it, my daughter... well she's still not the same. And what did I do? I picked myself up. I invested in your company. I provided my counsel. I extended the olive branch by helping turn your company into the greatest one in the world..."
"And you took all the credit. Despite everything we've been through, all the wrongs you pulled on me, the graciousness that I offered you to be the better man. To try and bring our lives back together. And you spat in my face. Well, don't worry, you can take all the credit for this too. Local man ruins everything. Philly Area man burns own house down. Philadelphia celebrity hits rock bottom." King smirked at that under his mask, his chuckling rather apparent at the thought of it. He leaned down over Matt and gently placed that King family picture on the grass there next to him.
"This was a good picture, honestly. Remember when Carmyne tried to break your hot dog eating record?" He laughed a bit and then stood back up.
"Goodbye, Matt. It's been fun." King said and then turned around, slipping his hands into his pockets, stalking away from the broken god of punks, laying in his own yard, as the orange glow of fire raging from his house matched the setting sun.
"I'd say I'd see you at work but... Matt Shanahan and his accomplishments died today. It's a shame. Would have been one hell of a rematch."
King took off his mask as he stepped into the helicopter, and it wasn't long before he'd shut the doors on the vehicle and it was slowly being lifted up into the sky.
Of course... the greatest irony of all was that King, and his family, had just burned down Matt Shanahan's house... and they didn't even know that Matt had declined the match.
They just... did it.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 2:34 pm
Matt laid on the ground in utter silence, not even giving Kelly King a grunt in response. He was in too much pain. He had suffered more in the past hour than he had in over a year. While the former BBW owner could take his fair share of punishment, tonight seemed to be too much for him. He was attacked at his own home, the one place he could call sanctuary. Now even that was taken from him. All out of vengeance. All because King assumed he never got credit for everything he had done in BBW. In truth, Matt never took credit for King's work; he just never made it known who did what.
Shanahan's vision began to blur away again as King began to fly. He lost sight of the cruel man as he got into the chopper, leaving Matt alone in the dirt. His eyes shifted to glance at the picture sitting in front of him, from the last fond memory he had of the King family. The sound of the vehicle's propellers spinning filled the air, and before too long, it faded away into the distance. It took everything in his power to stay awake, but he couldn't even move anymore. His clothes were ripped, covered in sweat, blood, soot, and dirt. He was bloodied and filthy. His home was burning down behind him, the sound of crackling wood filled the air.
BOOM!
A familiar sound filled the air, one that Matt had mistaken to be his house falling part. In reality, it was a clap of thunder.After the thunderclap echoed through the open lands, a drop of water fell onto the back of Matt's head. A moment of silence followed, then more rain drops began to fall down. As time passed, the rain only continued to grow heavier; within a minute, it had began to downpour at Matt's home. The flames that engulfed his house were beginning to sizzle and scream against the descending torrent; while it wouldn't be enough to put out the fire, it was certainly fighting it. The rain poured onto Matt, cleansing the broken man.
It's a good thing King left as soon as he did, because the storm had just rolled in.
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