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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 1:14 pm
The opening riff to "Gone Sovereign" by Stone Sour echoed through the arena with an ear-shattering blast, signalling the fans to rise to their feet for the man that usually followed that opening riff. No one's laughing now... No one's laughing now... I'm sullen and sated, and you can't put a price on me. I won't share this disarray... I won't pull these hands away... I need to be chosen, and my God, don't pray for me! As the drums began to thump in the background of the sound, the lights in the arena pulsed with a bright red light. The titantron began to play footage of Matt Shanahan throwing Kelly King 2.0 clear out of the ring and through the Spanish announcers' table at The Royal Rumble. After making impact, the footage began to rewind quickly, going through their entire fight in the Rumble, and even up to Shanahan walking out on stage. So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead... And shatter every legend in my head... If only the committed will survive... Is anybody here still left alive?!The speakers in the arena went silent and the lights ended their pulsing seizure. The silence clung to the air until the sound of a drum-roll broke through. The footage on the screen showed the image of Matt Shanahan behind the curtain at the Royal Rumble, pausing briefly before shutting off. It was then replaced by a countdown, announcing each number as the song remained cut off. 5... 4... 3... 2... ... ...2-0...THIS IS MINE!At the end of the countdown, the song finally kicked back in with an eruptive wave of sound. The lights flashed back as fireworks shot off of the stage, illuminating the man standing at the top of the ramp. He spun his baseball bat around in his right hand as the fans roared and stood to their feet, screaming for the veteran on the stage, the man that was the first to be eliminated in the Royal Rumble. There was no grins or smirks on his face tonight. Instead, there was only that look of pure determination. Matt was here on business for once. He stopped twirling the bat around as he began to walk down the ramp, his eyes locked onto the ring. Come no further, you'll go too far! I'm running around in circles, once again! If you can't forgive, I won't take it very hard; But I won't make it easy in the end! So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead! And shatter every legend in my head! If only the contented would survive, Is anybody here still left alive?! THIS IS MINE! THIS IS MIIIIINE! YEAH!Matt wasted no time to climb into the ring, finding himself standing in the center of the it almost immediately. The baseball bat fell down to the mat as he reached into the pocket of his black jeans, producing a small microphone from it. "Cut the music." He commanded through the microphone, the fans still roaring for the man that had been cheated at the Rumble. He turned to face the entrance of the arena for a long moment, his eyes lingering as he lifted the microphone up to speak again...
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 5:40 pm
"... The Royal Rumble..."
That was all Matt had to say to get a chorus of cheers from the fans, his eyes quickly moving to stare out at them. "... The Royal Rumble... Was a fluke."
Shanahan paused again as the fans gradually began to grow quiet at his words. He turned his eyes to stare at the ramp again, as if he were addressing the backstage area. "The Rumble was a fluke, and I'm not talking about Hiro winning... But, let's be honest... Anyone else, right?" He asked the fans, turning to face them once more to get a small pop.
"There were many things that made the Rumble a fluke, but I'll tell you the biggest part of it right now; the biggest fluke of the night was that... I did not win. And why is that a fluke, you may ask? Because I -deserved- to win. Whenever I have made my presence known in this business, I have always made extraordinary impacts! Who took out Landry before Chrono did? ME! Who took the Hardcore Championship and made into a respectable, better title? ME! Who brought back the ******** Outcasts, thus dragging Nuke Fusion out of whatever closet he was hiding in?! ME! I deserved to win, I deserved the match at Wrestlemania, but you know -why- I don't have it?!" Matt paused his long winded rant for a moment, his eyes remaining locked on the backstage area.
"... I ******** up. I heard Kelly King's music, and I saw another opportunity. I didn't want to be the guy that just took out people when the time was ripe... I wanted to be the guy that took out 'The One True King.'" There was a certain bitterness to his voice as he mentioned Kelly King's nickname.
"I'll admit my faults were to let my main goal be clouded by such a trivial goal, but you know what?... I did what I sought out to do. I eliminated Kelly King 2.0, and I left him in a heap!" The God of Punks roared into the man, beginning to pace along the ropes while he stared at the ramp.
"My streak at Wrestlemania was meant to go 3-0, with me coming out as the World Champion. THAT was how things were supposed to go, but now... Now I have to take a different course of action. But first, I want to ask... Where the ******** are you, Kelly? Are you too broken to move? Or are you sitting in the back, stuffing your face with another burrito? I want to see you out here, on that titantron, on someone's Twitter account, I don't care how the ******** you make your presence known, but I demand it!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:01 pm
The lights around the arena flickered. It wasn't in the way that one might see when a legend like Disciple or The Undertaker might be making an appearance. The lights were flickering like there was some kind of technical issue. And they kept flickering, on and off. In different sections of the arena, they intermitently flashed between fully lit and dimming or completely off, until finally, with a harsh cut of static from Matt Shanahan's microphone, the entire arena's electricity was cut. With the exception, conveniently, of the feed for the TV cameras and the commentators. How about that s**t? So there Matt Shanahan stood, in the dark, with nothing to do but play with his d**k, but as most people would tell you, that wasn't as fun as he made it sound before you started drinking.
Until the titantron started to glow again. It was a black screen, but most people with a television could tell you it was the image of a screen that was definitely on, but stuck on a blank channel. Simply sitting there, glowing with just a little more light than the rest of the arena.
"Is this thing on?" Came the One True Voice, as the camera appeared to start moving. Indeed, it was a camera feed from somewhere deep and dark. "I think the red light means it's on. Must be. There's gotta be a night light on this thing... ah, here we go."
With a quiet click, a light shined from the handheld camera, revealing Kelly King 2.0 to be on the operating end. His face was pretty banged up from the crash landing he'd been graciously awarded at the Royal Rumble, including a bandage that actually wrapped around his head and covered up one of his eyes. He cleared his throat as the fans cheered for a little bit, but were then quiet, do to the quiet nature in which King spoke.
"Hi everyone." King said as he waved at the world on the camera. "Sorry I couldn't be there tonight. Doctor's said it was inadvisable I do too much traveling while I'm recovering. Also, technically speaking, I'm not under contract with the WWFG. Royal Rumble was kind of a special treat, no one really expected me to win, or even be there. And apparently some people were pretty upset that I even took a spot. Some people more than others. Hello Matt." King smiled sweetly, although he looked pained. "I'm so glad you decided to call out to me tonight. When I woke up in the hospital the other night, I couldn't help but wonder why I had been put there. You see, what I remember last was out-wrestling you in an over-the-top battle-royal and eliminating you from the competition, before you managed to Bane me over the rope and send me through a table. You didn't even kiss me on the lips before you ******** me. And also, you gave me a coach flight. Not even first class. Rude."
King coughed and cleared his throat. "Sorry. Honestly, I was waiting to hear from you all evening. I was wracking my brains. Why would Matt want to do something like that to me? I asked myself over and over. Matt Shanahan and I have coexisted pretty peacefully for years. I mean, you fans wouldn't know it because we've never really tagged or interacted with each other, but Matt and I are actually really really good friends. Or I thought we were. We've been through a lot of s**t together, and we've always supported each other through tough times. I am proud to call him, secretly, one of my best friends on god's green earth. So I had to ask over and over, why did he want to throw me over the top rope unfairly and just ********... damage me. Maliciously hurt me. He had to have a good reason. I had to have personally wronged him. Didn't I?"
King frowned and looked pained again, tragically so. Sad. He shook his head, sighing, frustrated, angry. "No. Apparently... he just wanted to attack my legacy. I'm just another... legend to be stopped to him. Another notch on his head board. A tally on his chalk board. Not personal at all... he just did it to make a name for himself." He frowned and then started to move around, the camera making quiet cracking noises as it was so abruptly moved. "You might be wondering where I am. This pit of darkness would be just a simple room with the lights out to one person, but I see so much more. See, I'm in a room that, to me, represents Matt Shanahan's heart. You might notice, no beating." King said as he moved around and coughed again, he looked off frame for something. "Here, let me hit the lights." He said. When the lights in the room came on, the screen was blinded for a moment, shining too brightly for the lens to take until it had adjusted properly to show King again. In the correct lighting, King looked really pale, and his bandage over his eye looked a little bloody. He coughed and then turned the camera over to look at the room. "THIS is Matt Shanahan's heart, ladies and gentlemen. You might notice..." He said as he panned over the room. It was a completely white, padded room, not unlike an insane asylum room, but that was not the metaphor King was going for; "It is completely empty."
King turned the camera back on himself. "Listen Matt. I don't know if I just caught you on a bad night, or if I ruined your dreams at Mania, or if I am just a statistic for you to add to your diary at the end of the night... but you made it pretty clear to me, that it's not personal. No, you just personally threw me through a table and nearly ended my career, with no regard to our friendship. So, my brother, please. Allow me to make it personal."
King said as he walked the camera over to the door. He looked at the lens and gave the universal hand sign for 'one moment', setting down the camera on the floor, and opened it up. He stepped out of the completely empty room for some time, leaving the fans murmuring quietly, before they saw King's shoes in the lense, dragging something thin into the room with him. Then they saw 2.0's feet leaving once more. This time, after a longer absence, when he returned, he was dragging in a gold-plated sledgehammer, which most fans recognized. But why did he have it?
King picked up the camera in both hands and cleared his throat of a cough before it could come into existence, looking into the camera as though he was looking straight at Matt, one to one. "I know what is really laying in Matt's heart. He might make it seem like theres nothing there all the time, but sometimes there really is something. You just have to know what closets to look in, houses to break into, and girlfriends to have sex with. It only took me two of these things to find Matt's heart. He doesn't lock his front door, you see, so I didn't have to break in at all." He said and a smile returned to his face. He whistled quietly as he walked the camera over to a corner of the room, where he seemed to set it on a tripod, making the camera more stable than it had ever been in King's hands. He backed away and then, moved out of shot to reveal a display case that had been set up dead center in the middle of the ring. And in that display case, was the Free For All United States Championship. Matt Shanahan's FFA United States Championship.
"Oh look at that! It's the FFA United States title! Wow, Matt. How long have you had that? Six or seven years it seems like now. I remember when I brought FFA back and had that all out WAR for that title. It was actually one of my favorite memories of my old company. And probably the best part of the revival at all! Look at it. As shiny as the day it was forged and your name was put on it. The last and current United States Champion." King said all of this off frame, hyping the title belt that, technically, belonged to Matt and King both, Matt as the champion, King as the company owner.
"Welp."
King walked back into shot. This time he was carrying Scepter the Sledgehammer. The fans started to oooooh and cheer, as King walked up to the glass case and smiled. He had to speak a little louder for the camera's mic to pick up his voice now, and it was a little more hoarse than usual. "Now it's personal." King said as he lifted the hammer, and without any second thoughts or hesitancy, he slammed the golden weapon into the case, shattering it and knocking it off the pedastal. King didn't even think twice, just like Matt hadn't thought twice about throwing King through that table.
King started to wail on the championship with his sledgehammer, using powerful overhanded strikes. He hit it once, twice, three times, four times, five times. The fans started to count, but as everyone knows, wrestling fans lose rhythm after counting to ten. After about thirty-six strikes, almost the entire crowd had lost count. And King was still hitting. In fact, 2.0 didn't stop hitting the belt until the glass case was dust and King was literally leaning on Scepter for support as he gasped for air. For his last move, he just threw the weapon at whatever was holding the camera up. The camera tumbled and landed on it's side, the padded floor saving it. King walked over and then threw himself down on the floor and started shouting at the camera. "NOW IT'S PERSONAL! YOU WANT TO MAKE ME A STATISTIC, MATT SHANAHAN? THE ONLY STATISTIC I AM IS 2.0. IF YOU WANT ME AT MANIA YOU BETTER BEG WWFG TO GIVE ME A CONTRACT FOR THE SHOW. I AM THE SYSTEM. I AM THE ONE TRUE KING. DON'T YOU ******** EVER FORGET THAT IN THE FINAL HOUR. ALL. MUST. SERVE." He yelled. Picking up the camera, he let out a blood curdling scream and then threw the camera again, and this time, it hit the wall and went completely to static, and all the lights came back on. However, that wasn't the end of the feed. The static would slowly start to fade, and in it's place, the camera would be staring straight at the mutilated metal of the FFA United States Championship, bent and broken in all sorts of jagged ways.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:44 pm
When the lights came on, the sight in the ring was one to behold. Matt was wide-eyed with his jaw dropped open wider than the entrance to the Mount Everest ride in Disney World. His hands were on his head, gripping his thick slicked back locks. He was in utter shock. In all the years that he held that tile, it never left his display case. And despite popular belief, Matt kept his home locked; Kelly King was a p***k -and- a thief.
Minutes of stunned silence reigned in the arena; he couldn't say a word, too many emotions were surging through his mind. It wasn't until he managed to reach down and pick up the microphone that he dropped that he even showed signs of wanting to speak once more.
"... You... You son of a b***h..." Matt whispered as he lifted the microphone up, his eyes still wide and staring at the titantron, which was showing the image of him standing in the ring. But to him, all he saw was replayed footage of Kelly King through his mind.
"... YOU ******** SON OF A b***h!" The God of Punks screamed into the microphone, causing an immediate silence from the fans before they could even begin to chant any dumbass phrase. "THAT WAS MY BELT! THAT WAS -MY- PROPERTY! THAT WAS A PORTION OF MY LEGACY, YOU HAD NO ******** RIGHT!"
A huff of air left his lungs as he tried to compose himself, deranged eyes staring at the titantron. "You wanna talking about being ********' personal, Kelly?! You wanna talk about throwing friendship away, KELLY?! I'll ********' show you throwing friendship away! You think that what I did at The Rumble was bad? I'll show you how ********' empty my heart is when I put you on your GODDAMN DEATH BED!"
The God of Punks glared at the titantron, as if expecting Kelly King 2.0 to reappear; but he knew better than to expect that. Once Matt had some form of composure, he lifted a hand to point at the titantron, "Kelly King... '2.0'... You may be The One True King, but I've got your goddamn number, pal. Even Kings kneel, Kelly! And YOU! YOU WILL KNEEL BEFORE A GOD AT WRESTLEMANIA! YOU WILL KNEEL TO ME!" Shanahan roared once more into the microphone before literally pitching it into the crowd. One lucky fan was going home with a concussion after that. Matt slid out of the ring and quickly began to storm towards the back, pushing the nearby cameraman down in his path. The Punk loyalists were chanting "Shan-a-han!", while the King's subjects were chanting "2-Point-0!" Never before had an WWFG crowd been so torn.
"GET ME THE ******** MANAGER! THE CEO, I DON'T GIVE A ******** WHO!" Those were the words the fans managed to hear as the enraged Shanahan stormed to the back.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 10:57 pm
~Later that night~
The camera crew finally caught up to Matt after another match or two through the evening. He was still storming through the backstage area, knocking down whoever dared to cross his path. Crew members, fellow wrestlers, no one was exempt from his wrath! The only person he didn't knock down in his path was a cloaked man, of which was very similar to the cloak Nuke Fusion used to wear... Was it Nuke Fusion?! Probably not, don't get your hopes up.
After what felt like eons for The God of Punks, he found the GM office of Hiro... Whatever his name was, Matt didn't care. With a mighty kick, he forced the door open, breaking the handle and sending splinters flying through the air in the process!... But no one was inside, the office had been stripped bare!
"WHERE THE ******** IS THIS LITTLE p***k!?" Shanahan roared as he charged at the desk within, pushing it over in a literal table flip!
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:09 pm
"It would seem that I'm considered unfit to be a full time General Manager, but once they found someone to replace me they quit. Interesting. " Jed walked into the room where the door had been broken a table flip. Jed looked up from staring at the floor to see The God Of Punks, the former Punkism and tag team champion, Matt Shanahan standing in his office.
"Well how can I help you Matt as you've destroyed my new office. Even though I'm just an Intern-General manager, maybe just last a week, maybe an hour... It would seem I can make matches and make things happen. So tell me what's wrong ole pal? " Jed grabbed the back of his neck as he was in pain from his match earlier with Dienko and Calypso. Jed of course was talking sarcastically as he didn't really care for Matt Shanahan ever since the old GWF days. But Jed still tried to say it with consider as he was a good guy here after all..
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:18 pm
Matt whirled around to stare down at Jed, his face still seething with rage. But he knew better than to just shout and throw a General Manager as well. And it had to be Jed, and man that he and the late Saint Joey had personally targetted in their 'Angered Alliance' days. "... Look. Kelly King disgraced me -twice- in the past two weeks. I wan-... No, I -need- him signed to the roster, and I want him at Wrestlemania. Can you make that happen or not?" The God of Punks tried to remain calm as he spoke, though it was clear by his scowling features that he was far from the word.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:27 pm
Jed stared at Matt Shanahan for a few seconds. Jed was lucky that Matt had controlled himself enough to not hit Jed even though a few weeks ago he had mention something about his former tag partner Saint Joey's death in another company. Jed didn't care, but he had to also control himself as he had a job to do. "Well Matthew..." Jed walked over to the table that Matt had just knocked over and tried to set it back up next to both Jed and Matt. " I could make this happen but- " Jed said this as he slowly turned towards Matt Shanahan. Jed was playing mind game with Matt as he couldn't just hit Matt even though he wanted. But you never know maybe Jed wanted to see how bad Matt wanted the match.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:31 pm
"But WHAT?" Matt suddenly hissed at Jed, his eyes going wide with rage once more. The God of Punks stepped forward, attempting to hoist Jed up into the air by whatever shirt or garment he was wearing, bringing the man face to face if he could. He wanted this match, he wanted King one on one. And he didn't care who he had to tear through in order to get it. Even still, Matt knew that he had no power in WWFG, besides being a Hall of Famer. Even that would only take him so far. "... But -what-?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:49 pm
"Gets Your hands off of me Matthew Shanahan. " Jed's playful attitude changed when Matt got physical. " I was going say But.. I'm not sure if you are ready to face The One True King. I myself, A God Among Kings also known as Matter, sometimes struggle just thinking about facing 2.0." Jed tried to push Matt's arms away to maybe get him back to where he'd be standing on his own.." Kelly King is someone you don't want to mess around with unless you are ready to go to war. I've seen him destroy people careers with that Scepter of his...." Jed paused before changing his attitude yet again. " Matt even though I don't like you. I'm a man that looks out for the younger generation, or once were young at one time.... Just because we don't get along anymore, doesn't mean I want you to end your career.. Because that is what you will go through if this match is made at Wrestlemania..." Jed paused and took a deep breathe." If you want this match, I have contract ready for Kelly King 2.0. at any time,,, All he would have to do is sign it, weither it be on his own with his lawyers, or the ring at the next reboot." Jed paused hoping it would sink in for Matt.." So is this really what you want done? Are you ready to face The King!" Jed looked at Matt Shanahan in the eyes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 12:01 am
"Let's get something straight, -Jed-." Matt snapped back at the man, jabbing a finger against his chest. "There is only -one- God in WWFG, and it's not you. -I- am the only God around here, and don't you ********' forget it. I broke Kelly King at the Rumble, and I -will- do it again. He will kneel, just like Landry did, and just like Brandon Damone did." Shanahan hissed, his eyes narrowed in on the man completely.
"Draw the contract up, get it prepared for signing. Whether or not King shows up, he -will- sign that contract... I swear that." The God of Punks turned on heel and stormed out of the office, stopping only at the door frame to turn and stare back at Jed. "... -Please-. Have the contract ready. Suspend my paycheck to pay for the damages, I've caused... And will cause." A simple good will message to clear the air, even if it would be futile. Before the man could give a response, Matt was gone through the corridors, shouting for people to get out of his way. He was in rare form tonight... King had crossed a line.
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