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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 10:25 pm
All rookies start in the ring, Matt Shanahan makes an entrance. I'll explain things from there. Have fun!
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:16 am
eon waits for Shanahan to make his entrance to the ring he grabs a mic and looks around. "Ok Shanahan lets see what you got." he says as he waits to see what he has to promo about and Shanahan.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 8:09 am
I'm not insane, I'm not insane...
Ahaha... I'm not insane, I'm not...
Not insane...
... HEY KID! Do I have your attention?
I know the way you've been livin'!
Life so reckless, tragedy endless...
WELCOME! TO THE! FAMILY!
"Welcome To The Family" by Avenged Sevenfold played, instead of Matt's usual entrance theme. The lights around the arena changed to a dark-blue hue as Matt Shanahan slowly walked on stage, decked out in an Iron Maiden shirt, black jeans, and his signature aviators. In his right hand, he carried his trusty Punk-Ville Slugger baseball bat, though he knew he wouldn't need it. He was greeted by the cheers of his many Punks and Punkettes, and booed by the fans of his many rivals. The God of Punks made his way down the ramp, nodding to whatever fans he saw in the corner of his vision. Once he reached the bottom of the ramp, he grabbed onto the top rope of the ring, and pulled himself up onto the apron. Pushing down the top rope, the tall God stepped over the ropes and into the ring. After getting in the ring, he went to a corner and picked up a microphone, before going to the middle of the ring. He looked down at all the rookies in front of him, towering over them at an impressive 6"8. One or two came close to his height, or surpassed it, but none of them could match his ego. He stood in front of them, placing his baseball bat on the mat beside him. He stood at full height, watching the rookies, as his fans chanted 'SHAN-A-HAN!' throughout the arena. He slowly raised the microphone to his mouth, his eyes looking at all the rookies, before turning back to Justin. He could've addressed the rookies, he could've talked himself up, he could've even stood there without a word. But, as always, he decided to take a shot at someone.
"So, Justin... They let you do something besides job these days? Or are you just out here so all the rookies look great in comparison?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 8:25 am
 "Welcome to FWD!" A raspy New Yorker voice is heard by fans at home. "The third longest running rookie based wrestling show on TV!" It is then, that the camera switches to a shot of the announce table, Freak, reclined back in a chair wearing a headset.. He dabs a cigarette into an ashtray on the announce table. Also on the commentary table, along with the usual equipment, was a bottle of an alcohol based beverage, and several Freakshow action figures, all littered about in different positions. The camera switches to the in ring action. "Aha! In the squared circle right now is an old friend'a mine. /I/ was instrumental in building this lads career. Yes, gave him the rub a few times in the ring.. Give it up for Shanahan," Freak said, sticking the cigarette back in his mouth, and giving Matt a slow, condescending clap.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:31 pm
Astrid stood in the ring feeling a bit bewildered as she fanned herself with one hand and looked down at her phone making sure that it was ready before tucking it away in the side of her corset.
She sent a smile to the others and out into the crowd before winking and blowing flirtatious to a group in steampunk apparel shouting something she couldn't discern over the combined cheers of the rest of the crowd.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:01 pm
T.K. stands with his one inch advantage over the well known star, for once, keeping his big mouth shut as he thinks about his words carefully. He scowled as Eon had tried to call out the ‘King of Punks’, after stealing his chance to finally win last week when he pinned his opponent. As he viewed Shanahan’s entrance, he remained unimpressed. He even seemed disappointed at the man who was standing before him now, though he did indeed notice the height advantage. Hmmm, I may have to challenge this man, one of the few people I’ve seen who actually matches my size and has the ego to back it up. Beating him would be a lot better than facing that pathetic excuse for a host…
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:27 pm
 Sarah is also seen in the ring, not shivering nervous, but really unaware of what could happen here. She is a bit comfortable knowing her pro Freakshow is at ringside. Though she stands up tall with her feet together, and her hands behind her back, patiently waiting.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 4:17 pm
 Dallas stood along side the other rookies, her hands on her coat pockets, as she watched Matt Shanahan make his entrance. Christ, this man was tall. Taller than most of them, anyways. He had about 8-7 inches on her. Apperently, this was some sort of promo battle. Her last week's promo went pretty well. Hopefully the same could be said for this week. She listened to the first words that flowed from Matt's lips, a poke at Justin. Dallas' lips smirked and shook her head in amusement. Hey...it was funny.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 5:05 pm
Standing in the ring alongside the other rookies, Major Devastation watched carefully as Shanahan made his entrance, intently studying the man known as "The God of Punks". From the ramp, the big Texan could tell that Matt was a rather large individual, but up close and personal, the dude is freakin' HUGE! Major Devastation is certainly no slouch in the size department, standing at a healthy 6'4" and weighing in at 270 pounds of well toned muscle...but Shanahan dwarfed the Marine just like Devastation towers over the majority of the competitors he steps into the ring with. The God of Punks was roughly four inches taller than the Texan, and looked to be about 55 pounds heavier.
The Devil Dog wasn't really nervous about the promo battle, as he was confident in his speaking ability. He just hoped that this wasn't going to turn out like the last promo battle he was in, where he was stuck with a topic where there might have been plenty to talk about, but it was all about as entertaining as watching paint dry.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 6:11 pm
"Quite an interesting cast'a characters in here if I do say so myself," Freak comments while fiddling around with one of his action figures, "Shanahan's gotta be feeling at home in the ring with a life sized doll, I've heard he knows his way around those things," Freak takes a sip of his beverage.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:55 am
With the rookies and Shanahan now all in the ring, it was time to begin.
"We've got the up rising rookies of FWD, against the God of Fails, Matt Shanahan. Now- hm?" Justin walked over to an employee outside the ring. He told something to Justin and Justin walked back into the middle of the ring. "Oh damn, Shanahan, I'm sorry. I got it wrong. I meant God of Fags. Any who, this is a promo battle. That means, I give the FWD rookies a topic, I'll let each one talk about it, and then Shanabanana here will promo about a topic I give him."
Justin paused for a second to send Shanahan a grin.
"Since you're the tough guy here, you may go first. Promo about each one of these rookies. You can choose to praise each one, hate them all, or choose favourites. Once he's done, rookies, each of you will promo about Matt Shanahan. Begin!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:32 pm
((Sorry it's so big, but I had to cram ya all into one post. sweatdrop Link to my profile if ya need it. razz )) Shanahan smirked at Justin, knowing he had already upset the man. "Oh, did I hit a sore spot, Justine? Ya know, I'm glad you're here. Maybe you'll learn how to actually amaze the fans, and the rookies, from watching a God at work." Matt then looked back to the rookies, scanning each one very carefully. "Well... I have to promo on each and every one of you, since Justin decided to be a biggity-b***h... This is going to take about as long as it took me to beat Justin in our first match... Which wasn't long at all. But anyways, allow me to start on..." Matt's eyes once again danced over the rookies... Until they landed on one. He took off his aviators, and stared at... Eon Darkheart. "Let's start with you, Mister Eon. Mister hotshot. You wanna see what I got? Really? Lemme break it down for you, 'Juggernaut'... I have more titles then you could ever hope to have. I have faced the best, teamed with the best, and even beaten the best. The wrestlers you grew up watching? Yeah, I've put them in stretchers. I've ended careers, and shortened lives. I've pulled off manuevers that would make you s**t your pants in fear. I've become a God in this business... I'm the measuring stick of the industry. Now, you see, before today, I haven't even heard of you. You're as unknown to me, as sex is to Miss Justine Borefest over there. The only thing I know... Is that your Chrono Clepsydra's brother. How does it feel to follow in his footsteps? He's done so much... And you seem to have done so little... So, the only question I have for you is... What do YOU have?"Matt smirked cockily as his eyes moved to the next rookie on his list... TGI Huk. His eyes met with Huk's, staring into the soul of the German. "TGI Huk... From Germany, I hear?... I had a partner from Germany; he was completely worthless. I sure hope you're not the same... Or you'll be stuck as a jobber for the rest of your career. Especially considering you seem like the generic big guy... Scary lookin', tall, mildly strange... Ya know, the thing EVERYONE tries to pull off? I suggest you switch it up before you're stuck losing to the likes of Draze."Insulting Draze should've brought something out of the rookie; he knew that Draze was his pro, and they had probably gained some form of friendship by now. He slowly paced away from TGI, and onto his next victim. "Oh, it gets better guys... And girls... Next, we have..."The God of Punks stopped in front of Astrid, a completely new face to him. He looke her up and down for a moment, before lifting the microphone to his lips. "Ms. Astrid Taylor... You are quite the interesting character, I must say... You don't seem to speak for yourself. Your apparal is.. Unique, to say the least. But, you have... Style. Skill. And not to mention, sex appeal. You're definitely someone I'll keep my eye on. Feel free to text me on that little phone of yours." Matt gave the Automatic Doll a quick wink, before moving on to the next rookie. His eyes moved over them slowly, not sure on who to choose. He stopped in front of the name known as T.K., The Evolution of Man. Shanahan wasn't sure what to think of the man in front of him... He was an inch taller, but Shanahan easily stood eye-to-eye with him. "T.K... The Evolution of Man? That's what you call yourself?... I don't get it. But anyways!... You seem... Barbaric. Brutish. A dominator in the ring... Yet, you also seem generic. I'm guessing you like to start your matches with a quick big boot and follow with some simple assault moves?... The usual big guy? I bet you don't say much either?"Matt paused, raising an eyebrow at the man. "I suppose we'll see, won't we?" Matt was moving on quickly now, his dark glare landing on Sarah Skye. He knew her pro well... He was going to have fun with this one. The God of Punks towered over the woman, well over a foot taller than her. He stared into her eyes, letting his arrogant smirk cross his face again. "Next on my list is... Sarah Skye. My, you seem... Slightly nervous? You have nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart. Well... I'd be worried too if I had a pathetic loser like Freakshow as my pro. Did you know, he actually helped me in my career?... My undefeated streak against him has made me look great. I can remember a night... Where I defeated him twice, within an hour... Infact, you see that baseball bat I brought out?"The Punk pointed to his Punk-ville Slugger laying on the mat, his smirk growing slightly wider. "I gave him a deadly concussion with that very same baseball bat that night. Actually, I have on multiple occasions. He's lucky to be alive!... But anyways, I'm sure you'll surpass him in your career. You have sex appeal, spunk... Sex appeal... Okay, so I can't say I've seen much of you in the ring. But, I'm sure you have some skill. If not, your career will be the same as Freakshow's..."Matt paused, looking out at the fans with a wide smile. Then he turned back to Sarah, with only one line left for her. "... Jobbing, and never getting passed lower-card matches."Matt began to step away, before turning to Sarah and speaking to her for the last time. "Oh, and I like your hair." The God of Punks chuckled to himself as he moved on. The pickings were slim now, as he moved on to the his next target... Major Devastation. An American patriot, from the looks of him. Shanahan respected that in the man... But it wouldn't change his outlook of him as a rookie. "Major Devastation... A powerhouse, from your looks... Patriot, clearly... Generic? Possibly... I hear you're an ex-Marine... That's pretty impressive. Much more so than someone from the Army... But, here in the ring, your just a rookie. A new guy. Someone who no one's going to fully respect, until you prove yourself. You're the same as everyone else infront of me... And yes, Miss Amaze is included in that. But... You have promise. Potential. Even... Skill, possibly?"The God of Punks nodded, and raised his eyebrows to the Master of Disaster. "Only time shall tell..." Matt went back to his original spot. He looked out to the crowd, and raised the microphone back up to his mouth. "From the looks of it, my Punks and Punkettes, I have one last rookie that I haven't addressed!... Shall we get to it?" The fans gave a cheer as Shanahan paused. He shook his head and stepped towards the ropes, leaning on them to look at the fans. "I can't hear you, my children! Shall we wrap this s**t up or not!?" The fans cheered louder, causing Matt to crack an arrogant smile. The 'SHAN-A-HAN!' chants errupted again from the cheering crowd, giving Matt the electricity he had desired. He turned back to Justin and the rookies, waiting for the fans to calm down abit before speaking again. "Now, THAT'S how you electrify a crowd... None of your pros, or your esteemed host, will teach you that. But, now, onto my last target!... Ms. Dallas Cruz. Let's hear it for the patient woman!" The fans gave the woman a small pop, before allowing The God of Punks to speak. He stood in front of the diva, looking her up and down. After awhile, he stopped checking her out, and decided he best do what he was there to do. "My, my... Aren't you a hot little thing? I can't help but notice your.. Insane attractiveness. But I'm sure your not just a pretty face. From what I've seen, you're no pushover. And, with a... Fiesty, to say the least, pro like Jessie Lee... You're definitely be a threat to the women's division, and even the men's..." There wasn't much Matt could say when it came to Dallas' in-ring skills; he couldn't say much about any of them! But, he wasn't done just yet. He had been ignored, smacked, and even nailed in the baby-makers in the past for what he was about to do. But that wasn't about to stop The God of Punks from making this move. "... If you ever wanna be shown a good time, feel free to let me know. The God of Punks will always be free for you, Ms. Cruz. Especially tonight, around 8. I'll be residing at the Ritz, penthouse suite." Matt gave Dallas a wink, before backing up from the rookies, and letting out a huge sigh. He pulled his aviators off of his shirt, and slid them over his eyes. This was probably the longest promo Shanahan had ever done! And it probably wasn't over! "Well, that did take awhile!... But now... It's your turn, rookies. Let's see what you got, and how well you can bring it." The God of Punks crossed his arms, and waited patiently.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 3:54 pm
"Well, workplace sexual harassment aside, a very well delivered speech," Freak says, he was keeping a cool mask, but it was easy to tell he was a bit unnerved by Matt's words, "How many did he get up to? About five syllables? I counted five...," Freak claps once, "Very impressive,"
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:53 pm
eon claps for a minute after Shanahan finishes talking. then he takes the mic. "ha...ha....ha. well you know what they say Shanahan action speak louder then." eon drops the mic and attempts to hit Shanahan with a quick closthline. if successful eon would grab the mic and stand over Shanahan. "So how does it feel to get owned by a rookie?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:55 pm
"Yeah, unlike you ya ********' retard."
"Jessie..."
"What?!"
"Be nice, he probably has a hangover."
"Eh...how about you ******** off."
Wasn't exactly the best way to an appearance at the broadcasting table. Then again it was mostly Jessie's fault. Now might be a good time to take the children out of the room........and any hardcore Christians as well. Nonetheless, the pro team of Eva Draven and Jessie took their respective seats at the announce table, and gave Freak some much needed help.
"HO s**t! THAT"S MY ROOK!"
"DON'T!"
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