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 Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 3:40 am
The show was just coming back from a commercial, with the camera panning in on the ring. The ring had been altered, however... Each rope had a strand of barbed wire wrapped around it. The apron was dripping wet and smelled of gasoline. The turnbuckles were covered in glue, with glass and tacks pushed into the glue. And in the middle of it all stood Matt Shanahan, wielding his baseball bat and a microphone. The fans booed him loudly, but it didn't phase the The God of Punks. He merely paced around the ring and waited for the fans to calm down, before lifting his microphone up to his mouth.
"2008... 2008 was the year when I took my rightful place on Mount Punkology... 2008 was the year that Matt Shanahan became a God... Just 3 years ago, I was a lowly peon, like Brandon Damone... But in the year of 2008, I rose to the sky... I climbed to the mountain top!... I took my seat upon the throne... The throne that only The God of Punks could obtain..."
Matt paused, letting the fans get out their boos.
"But!... I had to do something legendary to confirm my reign... I needed to make something that I would only use when someone managed to ascend my mountain... So, in the year of 2008... I created the very hell-hole you see now... I created the Punk's Playground... The Pit of Hell!"
The fans booed even louder, as the smirk on Matt's face grew wider.
"That's right... This diabolical match is of my own creation... It's a match designed to test the medal of anyone who thinks that they have what it takes to challenge the great God of Punks... It's a match that no one has been able to walk out of... It's a match that on the night of Wrestlemania, Brandon Damone will be facing me in... If The Soaring Dragon thinks he can fly to the mountaintop, I dare him to try... I dare him, to enter my playground!"
Shanahan paused once more, before turning to the stage.
"So c'mon, Brandon... Step into my playground, and take a look at what awaits you at Wrestlemania!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 1:34 pm
( stare you know, shanahan, i can't talk s**t on skype right now, so i gotta talk it here. but when i get back on skype, i'm going to hit you in the head with a frying pan cool )
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 10:04 am
((I'm sorry bro, this week has been very busy. Posted!))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:09 pm
Makes Me Wonder hits the PA and the fans rise to their feet as Brandon Damone steps out onto the stage. This time, he's not dancing, his eyes are focused on the ring and the legend standing before him.
JR: here comes the Soaring Dragon, finally.
King: Yeah, but where's all his usual flash and flare?
JR: Looks like he's all business here tonight
King: or maybe he's realizing how far in over his head he is
Brandon begins to make his way down the ramp, walking instead of dancing or dashing down. He stops at the end of the ramp and surveys the ring.
JR: This begs the question of how does one get inside the ring without damaging oneself?
King: Pit of hell, JR. There's a reason for the name
Brandon walks around the ring, surveying everything, taking it all in. He stops again in front of the announcer's table and picks up a mic as the music dies out. he steps up onto the apron, taking a hold of the ropes carefully before stepping in and facing Matt, not speaking
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 5:56 pm
Matt's face grew into a cruel sneer as he stared down at Brandon, even though he knew the man wasn't easily intimidated.
"Heh... Brandon Damone... The Flying Lizard, right? Oh, what am I doing?... I'm not here to criticize your lack of originality!... I'm here to show you what awaits you at Wrestlemania... Take a look around, Damone. Tell me, what do you see?... Can you feel the danger in the air?... Can you sense the pain that it can all cause you?... Can you feel the chill of doom creeping up your spine?... Tell me what you see Damone. Tell me... What does this hellhole make you feel?"
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 4:52 pm
Brandon raises his mic and looks Matt right in the eyes.
"How does this make me feel? I feel right at home."
he pauses as the crowd cheers him
"You see, obviously you're not as omnipotent as you claim, so I'll give you a history lesson. You see, everyone in this crowd knows that there's only one school in St. Louis, Missouri, for up and coming wrestlers. Everyone knows that this school makes the Hart Dungeon look tame. In case you weren't aware of it, this school is called the Dragon's Den, run by another legend in the business. A guy you know as the reigning WWFG Undisputed champion and WWFG Hall of Famer, Jarel Damone. And since you're pretty much the most worthless 'god' on the face of the planet, I'll clue you in on why that's important. My brother is the undisputed master of hell in a cell with a big 41-0 streak. And he's the guy that trained me."
Brandon smirks.
"You see Matt, being trained by the godfather of hardcore, the master of hell in a cell, has taught me to be at home in the most barbaric conditions. So this...."
Brandon gestures at the ring.
"It doesn't scare me. It doesn't make me second guess myself. What it does is excite me. I can't wait to step out onto the biggest stage of the year and step into your domain, and kick you right the hell out of it!"
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:02 pm
Matt smirked and shook his head.
"You... You seem to think that this is nothing major... You think you're the first to step into this ring with such confidence?... Maybe you know of a man named Rhamm? The first challenger of The Pit of Hell?"
The fans cheered for the legendary wrestler, but Matt continued.
"He stepped into this very ring, and thought he was going to walk out unharmed. He thought he would be able to take me on... But you see... Rhamm left that ring on a stretcher. His back burnt to a crisp, his skin with a new tint of blood-red, and his head busted wide open. I made an example of him!... One that even the bravest can't avoid when they're in my playground! To me, Brandon, you're not a threat! You not even an enemy to me... You're merely another example. An example to the power of The Pit of Hell... An example to the strength and ruthlessness of The God of Punks!.. And you will not be walking out of this ring alive that night. Infact, you won't walk out of it now-"
With that, Matt attempted to smash his microphone into Brandon's forehead at full force!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 6:42 pm
and with that, Brandon is smashed across the head and reminded of his size as he's taken instantly to the mat. the crowd boos the god of punks' actions
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 7:49 pm
Shanahan stared down at the man, ignoring the boos of the crowd at his back. His violent nature was rising, and he wasn't going to supress it any longer. Matt attempted to send a rough kick to the side of Brandon's head, hoping to put the man in even more pain!
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 10:38 am
perhaps tonight will not be such a great night for the Soaring Dragon, as he's kicked violently in the side of the head, forcing him to roll several feet away. fortunately, he's aware enough not to try to use the ropes to get to his feet
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 5:26 pm
Matt was determined to give Damone hell, and that's exactly what was gunna happen! Well, hopefully. Shanahan went over to Brandon and attempted to roughly yank him to his feet by the had. If he managed to, he would attempt to pick The Soaring Dragon up for a harsh Chapter Four, wanting to end the assault before it could backfire!
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 3:50 pm
Brandon is pulled harshly to his feet, and now he attempts to fight back. He goes to shove matt back one step and attempt to deliver a hard knife edged chop across the chest
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:02 pm
The chop meets it's mark, and smacks Shanahan hard!
"Oh! So that's the name of the game, is it?!"
With that, Shanahan went to deliver a chop of his own!
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:18 am
Brandon is met with a chop and knocked back several steps. however, he charges back and goes to jump and deliver a right hand to the side of Matt's head
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 7:31 pm
Ouch! The right hand catches Shanahan in the jaw, causing him to stumble back abit, right next to the ropes!
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