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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:28 pm
"The following contest is set for one fall and is a No Holds Barred match!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:35 pm
Counting All The Assholes In The Room
Well I'm Definitely Not Alone... I'm Not Alone.
You're A Liar You're A Cheater You're A Fool
Well That's Just Like Me Ooohoo. And I Know You Too
Mr. Perfect Don't Exist My Little Friend
And I Tell You It Again, And I Do It Again
Counting All The Assholes In The Room
Well I'm Definitely Not Alone. Well I'm Not Alone. The unfamiliar music blared to life with the first strums of the Danish metal band, Volbeat, strumming up and down in a wonderful chord. As the music started, the lights around the WrestleMania arena blinked in and out of existence in tune of the lyrics and guitar. The enormous titantron and set turned to solid black, but for the flash of golden sparking fireworks appearing on the screen. The fans stood up in awe, with the announcement of the No Holds Barred match incoming, and both participant's penchants for dramatic flair in special occasions, they were on pins and needles, waiting for that moment before the cheering or the booing could begin. This feud had brought the fans into a life that had never been meant to be seen, and taken Kelly King 2.0 and Matt Shanahan to limits that they rarely tested. So when Kelly King 2.0 walked out onto the stage, adorned in his complicated black suit and marvelous red cloak, his face sheathed beneath that silver mask, the fans in the packed arena errupted into cheers for the glorious conqueror.
2.0 had been almost completely dark to the world and off the grid before the match, his physical status unsure. As soon as he stepped out onto the stage, the music hitting that far more intense, exciting crashing of sounds, he rolled his neck and shoulders and stretched his limbs. Testing his body, preparing for the test ahead of him. He had come lacking in the weaponry department, leaving Scepter behind. Standing there in the black and gold lights, he slowly reached up. He first removed his hat. And the nhe removed his mask. Holding each in a hand, he drew them away from his face, his eyes closed. He stood there for a long moment, soaking up the sounds of the fans cheering for him on the Grandest Stage of Them All. This was the moment wrestler's lived for. This was the moment Kelly King 2.0 was born for. Whether you came to the business as a second generation blue-chipper, as a fan who became a pro, or as a kid who was just lost in High School, and latched onto something that would guide him all his life, just so he wouldn't feel so empty inside. This was the moment.
As Kelly King 2.0 stood on the stage, he was graced by the presence of his three children. Serenno, Kayla, and Carmyne all made their WrestleMania debuts by standing at their father's side while he absorbed the crowd's energy into himself. He opened one of his eyes when his eldest son, Reno, placed his hand on his dad's shoulder and simply nodded. 2.0 nodded back and smiled warmly, lovingly, handing his hat to the young man. He turned and next awarded his silver mask to Carmyne, who seemed to take a liking to the thing obviously, sliding it up and over his face before stepping back to applaud his dad. Finally, 2.0 turned to his daughter, and removed his cloak, before draping it over her shoulders. His daughter embraced him tightly and whispered good luck to him, words he would take to heart for the war ahead. The man known as The One True King then turned away from his family and walked towards the ring, as his kids watched before retreating backstage.
[INTRODUCING FIRST. From Covington, Washington. Weighing in at 223 pounds... Kelly King 2 . 0!]Look Deep Into Yourself Before You Blame All Others
For Betrayal, For Betrayal
I Promise. It's So easy To Say! And Easy You Failed.
And You Do It Again
2.0 was taking the very long trek down to the ring when he stopped on the ramp. There was something about being here these nights. Being on the biggest show of the year. Something that made you want to... let it all out. King had already done that once in WWFG, he was not going to do it again on live Pay-Per-View, he swore, but there had to be some other way to show the fans that big show moment they wanted to see. The big screen had transferred into his normal titantron video, along with the new added words "Family Is King" blended into the arena as well. He stopped and looked at the fans at ringside, smirking at them. And it was that smirk. Mike Landry had often referred to it as the 's**t-eating grin' that Kelly King had coined as his trademark facial expression. 2.0 flipped around and stared at the stage, glowing and flashing, shining with his new dark color scheme. The New Kelly King 2.0. The Man That Time Forgot. He rubbed his hands, blowing into them as though he were about to do some serious heavy lifting, and he started to walk back to the stage. The fans were slightly confused. Was Kelly King 2.0 leaving?
No, 2.0 was not leaving, in fact, he stopped on the stage and turned around again. And then he slowly started to raise his arms. And as he raised them, the fans watched in awe as the WWFG Ring itself started to raise up from the ground. A large mechanical device pushing the ring up from the underside, the ring was lifted up into the air as high as the roof of Hell in A Cell. And then higher by a little more. And then more. The ring finally stopped at nearly Triple Cage height, where it stood with a great amount of stablility. But now, how was Kelly to get into the ring from as far down as he was? Surely he didn't plan to scale the jack under the ring that held it up? No. No he did not.Well Maybe You Think Your Lie Is Safe
But I Read You Like A Letter. Yeah Like A Letter.
Your Charm Does Not Even The Pain.
It Fills Me With Rage. And You Do It Again. Kelly King 2.0 looked up into the sky at his destination, and he smiled. There was only one real way a true wrestler could get to a wrestling ring, everyone knew that. Sure there were black sheep, and people who tried to do things differently, but the answer, in the end of all things, was always the ramp. But Kelly King 2.0 had proven already once in his career that the ramp was not always used to descend. Sometimes, you had to climb. 2.0 stood at the very edge of the stage, at the very edge of the extremely long ramp, and watched as it was slowly lifted up into the sky, just like when he had dumped Matt Stone and Mike Landry into the stage moat in WWE:E. However this time, when the ramp reached the proper height, it would stop. And it just so happened the proper height put it at odds with what was now Mount WWFG, the wrestling ring. The peak of any professional wrestler's career was appearing at WrestleMania, wasn't it? 2.0 had just taken this... quite a bit more literally.Well Music Seems To Cover
All The Liquid Through The Colors
Well I Turn My Back And Go For
All The Better Things In Order. Kelly King 2.0 started his climb up the ramp. It was an eager pace, one that he would never forget, as he scaled the stairway to heaven, on his way to a match that could take him to hell. He ran a hand through his brown hair, thinking of his daughter, and his sons, as he walked. He knew there was nothing he could do to make them not watch what was about to transpire, but he only hoped at the end of the day he would do them proud. 2.0's walk started to get higher, more dangerous, scarier, as the closer he got to the top, the less stable the ramp was, and the better chance there was for him to slip and fall. How embarassing that would have been. King walked up as high as he had ever been in all of his ladder matches, and beyond that still. His goal was that wrestling ring. And he wouldn't stop until he was home, high above his fans, promising a night to remember from up on high. King scaled to the top of the ramp, finding that there was just a slight gap between it and the ring itself. He took a deep, steadying breath, before he crossed the river of empty air, and stood on the apron of the ring. Ever the consummate professional, Kelly took the time to wipe his boots before he stepped between the ropes. He had come a long way from throwing championship belts over the top rope and sliding into the ring, he had to admit.Well Music Seems To Cover
All The Liquid Through The Colors
Well I Turn My Back And Go For
All The Better Things In Order.
And A Gangster Keeps On Telling
That He's Got A Song That Matters.
So I Flip A Coin Towards Him. 2.0 couldn't be seen for a long moment by the fans, except for the ones in the higher seats. Rarely could it be said that the nose-bleed section had a better view of the ring than the front row, but for once it was true. The Man That Time Forgot walked over to his favorite corner, which was like a third home to him, following his actual home and the wrestling ring respectively, and he scaled up to the top rope. And there he stood. There he stoodroof of the world.sands of fans that cheered for him and his show of life, his display of glory. The One True King stared out to his subjects, knowing that this would be one of the last times he'd make a point out of being a King, and he waved down at them. His suit was waving behind him as though his cape was still there, but it was a short effect caused only by the draft near the roof of the world. He was home. He was in the clouds. Everything was as it should be. Well, not quite. 2.0 could almost touch the complicated silver structure that housed all the fireworks for the end of the show, for the man who was lucky enough to walk away with the WWFG Title tonight. But he had his own surprise waiting in that steel cloud. 2.0 suddenly got really excited and pointed at himself and the fans and the ring, before he struck his taunt. Kissing his fingers and throwing them out to the crowd, he stretched his arms and at the apex of his muscles flexing, his signature golden rain exploded from all around him. Circling the ring in it's entirety, it started a downpour of pyro that shielded The System from view. The golden fire continued to fall as the ramp started to lower. The dark shadow that was the WWFG ring could be seen lowering as well inside the wreathe of gold that 2.0 had trapped himself in.
This golden shower continued for a several seconds, and when it finally stopped, Kelly King 2.0 was standing in the middle of the ring, suit gone, gloves tight, staring at the stage. Waiting. The game face came. He glared at the set. He wanted Matt Shanahan.Thank You Very Much For Listening.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:11 am
Moments after the extraordinary entrance, the fans were still screaming for The One True King. After the events of the past two weeks, many were surprised to see the man standing, let alone breathing. They cheered for him still because tonight, they were all behind him. Tonight was all about the King. The fans were swiftly overpowered as a booming thunder shook the arena, followed by a bright flash as an entire section of the arena lost all power; lights, cell phones, cameras, everything seemed to miraculously shut off. Thunder rolled through the arena again with another bright flash, extinguishing all light from a larger part of the arena. One more time, and the arena was plunged into complete darkness. The majority of the fans were silenced by the sudden storm that seemed to shake the arena; the brave ones booed loudly, while the devout cheered. Overall, everyone knew what was coming, who was coming. A God. A lone guitar began to quietly play over the sound system as two smaller screens flashed on either side of the Titantron. Separate feeds appeared on the three screens simultaneously while the music continued, now accompanied by another guitar and light humming in the background. Lightning flashes occasionally streaked through the arena with a booming thunder along side it. The distinct sound of raindrops hitting steel could faintly be heard with the music; the fans closest to the entrance ramp and the ring began to shout in protest of getting wet. Was it really raining in the arena? Short Change Hero - The HeavyFootage #1 [Left Screen]: In black and white, grainy footage, the screen showed a younger Matt Shanahan walking down to the ring with his trusty baseball bat, adorned in his usual attire. The footage faded to show him staring down Mike Landry, his very first opponent at Wrestlemania. The highlights from Matt's side of the match played, with the first being the flawless Inverted Suplex-Cutter combination The God of Punks was so well known for pulling off. The next clip is showed was a slow-motion feed of a bloodied Shanahan sprinting down the ramp and spearing Landry with enough force to make the largest of men cringe. It faded away, only to be replaced by a scene of Landry going for the pin on Phoenixfire, with Matt Shanahan soaring through the air overhead. In slow-motion once again, he flopped on top of his opponent and his partner for the first ever Flog Splash he had pulled off. The footage ended with him holding Phoenixfire's arm high in victory, a winning smile on their faces as they stood over Mike Landry. A single message appeared on the screen afterwards: 1-0.
Footage #2 [Right Screen]:* The feed began with a different Shanahan that none had seen since that night; without emotion on his face, the man was walking down the ramp in a full set of shining steel armor and a billowing cloak behind him. The footage faded to show him staring down Brandon Damone in the ring afterwards, in only a pair of black jeans and his boots, his bare tattooed chest exposed for such a rare occasion. The footage seemed to incorporate more than the first, as it was The Pit of Hell, Matt's patented match. Various clips included Shanahan bashing his baseball bat over Brandon's head and leaving him busted wide open, hitting the smaller man with his Inverted Suplex-Cutter signature through a blazing table on the outside of the ring, and bashing the man's head in with a steel chair. The final shot took to being The God of Punks landing his infamous Chapter Four finisher in the middle of the ring and pinning the young man. Matt was bloodied and beaten, but he had overcome the odds with Brandon. His arm was lifted high, but no emotion showed on his face this time. The final message appeared over the feed just as the first one did: 2-0.
Footage #3 [Titantron]: This feed seemed to be the focus of most of the fans in the arena. Like the other two, it showed a modern Matt Shanahan strutting to the ring at the Royal Rumble, a smirk wide on his face. The next scene to appear was the epic, yet brief, battle between himself and Kelly King, of which ended with King throwing Shanahan over the top rope. The footage went on to show Matt heaving Kelly over his head and tossing his eliminator out of the ring and through the Spanish Announcers' table. The feed seemed to skip ahead to the scene where Matt rammed his Chevy Silverado through the King residence's living room wall. It went through the major highlights, including Matt chokeslamming Serenno, flipping a table onto Kelly King, giving Kelly The Toss into his kitchen cabinets, cracking King's Scepter down on Carmyne's back, and finally came to the horrifying footage of Shanahan beating 2.0 down with his own sledgehammer, while screaming at the crying Kayla in the corner. The final bit of footage the center screen would show would be from last week, highlighting where Matt punched a chair into Serenno's face, and finally the unbelievable moment of The God of Punks throwing The One True King through the Titantron from it's maintenance area. The shot it ended on was a close-up of Shanahan's face, a seething, rage-filled monster. The footage was replaced with an image of a broken crown and cracked, bloodied Scepter with a message written in blood: 3-0. A descent into the modern Shanahan, one might believe. The once arrogant, high and mighty God was now considered to be a rage-driven madman. His loyal supporters still cheered his name, but they were barely heard over the music and jeers of the fans. All three feeds ended together, signifying the predicted outcome of the night. The music seemed to stop with them, leaving the arena in a state of silence and darkness... BOOM!!!A thunder-clap with the force of a sonic boom shook the arena as a bolt of lightning struck the center of the stage, causing a small flame to spark around it. As if on queue, the lights came with a dark-blue hue, not helping with the state of darkness in the arena. The dim lights revealed that it had indeed been drizzling on the stage, ramp, and around the ring. The music kicked back in, now with a distinct drum beat to it. The center of the stage was wide open, and a figure began to slowly rise from it... I can't see where you comin' from,
But I know just what you runnin' from.
And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" but,
The ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, baby...The figure continued to rise up from the hole in the stage as the song played; his head was covered by a black hood, attached to a long, black leather trenchcoat. His head was kept down to hide his face from view, but it didn't stop the masses from booing his name; he remained unphased. The platform kept rising as the song went on and the drizzling rain slid off of his trenchcoat. "And introducing his opponent: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at 326 pounds... He is The God of Punks, Matt Shan-a-han!" And you feel like you're feelin' now,
Doin' things just to please your crowd.
But I love you like the way I love you,
And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you 'cause...As the first verse finished, the platform ended it's rise to the the stage. Matt Shanahan lifted his head to stare down at the ring, a searing glare of hatred in his pupils. His eyes were locked on Kelly King, the target of his assaults for the past few weeks. The man that eliminated him from the Royal Rumble, mocked him, and disgraced him. Both men had a point to prove tonight, and no one in the world could prevent this encounter anymore. His right hand was gripped around his legendary weapon, the 'Punk-ville Slugger', at the sight of King. Rage boiled in his veins, bloodlust was clouding his eyes... He despised the man. The chorus began as The God of Punks slowly began to step down the ramp, well protected from the rain thanks to his hooded coat. This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero to call "home."
This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero to call "home."On the last two lines of the chorus, Matt stopped in the middle of the ramp. His eyes remained focused on The One True King, ignoring everything around them. With his free hand, he reached up and pulled his hood back, revealing his face for the whole world to see. Slicked back black hair, black pupils, and a clean shaven face, the Shanahan the fans were used to; except for that fiery hatred burning within his gaze. As soon as the chorus ended and Matt's face was revealed, a church bell rang and caused all the lights to flash off once more. Every time I close my eyes, I think,
I think about you inside.
And your mother, givin' up on askin' why -
Why you lie, and you cheat, and you try to make
A fool outta she...Three more bells chimed as the bridge was sang through-out the arena. Each time, there was a quick flash of light to give the fans a split-second view of what was happening; Matt was still making his way to the ring. With each flash, he was closer. It was almost haunting to see the black-clad figure suddenly moving positions through the rain and darkness. I can't see where you comin' from...The drumbeat kicked back in on queue, the dark-blue lighting throughout the arena returning with it. Now, The God of Punks was standing at the steps to the ring and beginning his ascent up them. He walked onto the apron and stepped through the middle and top rope to enter the ring, turning on heel to stare at Kelly King. But I know just what you're runnin' from.
And what matters ain't the "who's baddest," but the
Ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, 'cause...Both men stood mere feet apart near the center of the ring as the chorus was just about to begin. Matt stared deep into Kelly King's eyes, his expression devoid of emotion; his eyes told what he needed conveyed. Right before the chorus began, Shanahan lifted his baseball bat into the air high above his head, causing another booming thunder to echo through the arena. A lightning bolt shot across the ceiling overhead as the lights flowed back into their normal, colorless hue. The drizzling rain stopped, leaving the outside area and the ramp wet, along with some unfortunate fans who paid a well earned salary for their Front Row Seats. This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero to call "home."The chorus repeated one more time as Matt slowly lowered his arm, his pitch-black pupils staring holes into Kelly King's soul. Without turning away, he tossed his baseball bat to the outside and tugged his trenchcoat off, throwing it into the opposite direction out of the ring. Beneath was his usual attire of black jeans, boots, leather gloves, and a muscle shirt. However, he swiftly tore off his muscle shirt and tossed it outside as well; one lucky lady was going home with a Matt Shanahan shirt tonight. His extensively tattooed torso, rarely revealed to the world, seemed like a masterpiece underneath the bright lights. The music faded away, leaving the two men in the ring with only the fans as music. Here they were at last, at the biggest stage in the industry, Wrestlemania. There didn't need to be a title on the line tonight to make it clear that this could very well be the main event; The God of Punks and The One True King. Matt Shanahan and Kelly King. A match some only dreamed about was finally coming true, and both men were sure to bring their all. Matt remained firm near the middle of the ring, watching Kelly King... Waiting for the bell.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 9:56 pm
And here they stood, staring each other down in the middle of the ring. Thousands of fans all around them. There were many in the world who considered this match to be almost bigger than the main event tonight, but honestly, to Kelly King, there was just him and Matt. No main event, no match, just two men with a score to settle. The rain had settled, mountains had been scaled. One on one, it ended here tonight.
2.0 cracked his neck and walked up to the middle of the ring, adjusting his gloves and his full sleeve on his left arm. He stared at the bigger man, the one who had Tossed him more than twice in the past months gone by. And he said, loudly enough for the cameras to pick it up. "There's nothing good about what you do or who you are." King's spite rang out in the tone of his voice and he stood defensively, ready to receive the monster called the God of Punks.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:38 am
The God of Punks' eyes were like daggers out of the night, directed right into Kelly King's. His emotions were on fire, but the only one anyone could see was hatred. Hatred for a man that had one-upped him, and then refused to give him a chance at redemption. Hatred for a man he once called a brother; irrational as it may be, the hatred was very real.
Unlike King, Shanahan's voice was not loud; he did not care for anyone else to hear his words, "Your mistake was assuming there ever was," Matt stated with a grave tone, before shooting his knee upward, aiming to drive it into The One True King's stomach.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:42 am
King's emotions clashed mentally just as harshly as his sternum clashed physically with Shanahan's knee. The fans boo'd somewhat as 2.0 bent over in pain but he shot right back up to a standing position, having held his stomach for only a brief moment in time, before suddenly starting to throw lefts and rights at the bigger wrestler.
Honestly, he almost wanted to cry, as the truth became apparent. He was going to be fighting one of his best friends, and there was nothing he could do to stop that now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:47 am
Matt wasn't expecting the match to be a cake-walk, he knew better. He watched Kelly King for years and knew just what the man was capable of; then again, he had managed to pull ahead everytime since the Royal Rumble.
His defenses seemed nonexistent as King began firing off lefts and rights at him, each one connecting against his face or his torso. Matt's reaction seemed delayed, perhaps he was stunned; that idea was swiftly knocked off the hypothesis list as Matt was pushed a step back, giving him the proper stance to fire off a single haymaker towards the side of Kelly's head.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:52 am
The fans had started to scream loudly when 2.0 had started to wail on the God of Punks. They were so happy just to see King and Shanahan finally going at it, for real, in an actual match. For weeks King had either run away, or been tossed through or over things. Matt Shanahan had fallen off a balcony. As far as 2.0 was concerned, and perhaps the fans as well, The Storm had come, but it had come to be ended by the King.
King, in the middle of his onslaught of furious strikes, found himself being struck in the face by a big drumstick of a fist, and he staggered backwards, unbalanced. The fact remained... Shanahan was, physically, far stronger than 2.0 could ever be. King would do well to remember that.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:57 am
The blow connected with force, resulting in a satisfying deflation of the crowd's enthusiasm for King. This normally would've sent a jolt of arrogance through Shanahan driven him forward, but it didn't even seem to register on his emotion levels.
With Kelly staggering backwards, he left just enough room for Matt to continue to display his brute strength. Closing the short distance between them, The God of Punks attempted to ground The King with a brutal short-range clothesline.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 3:00 am
It was going to be King's mobility and technical ability that saw him through this match. That failing, it would be his strategy and the correct use of some serious weaponry, but that was a distant plan B for 2.0. The Man That Time Forgot stumbled back into the middle of the ring as the big man closed in for the clothesline, but King was ready to be that annoying little fly in Shanahan's proverbial kitchen, as he ducked under his opponents arm and drifted behind him, and just started wailing lefts and rights again on the God. Such things, though, are not meant to last.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 3:05 am
The clothesline... Missed? That was strange, especially for Shanahan. He was usually precise with his striking abilities, it was rare that they missed.
And then came the repercussions of missing the blow. Blunt fists began to pummel into his upperback and the back of his head, and they were doing little to help the negativity emitting from The God of Punks. After around the fifth blow, he suddenly whirled around and, with the added momentum, attempted to smash his forearm against King's head this time.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 3:09 am
King was so focused on his peppering strikes over the surface of Shanahan's body and head that he wasn't even trying to protect himself when he was this close to his target. So when Matt's arm came in and rocked him again 2.0 was actually dazed. He didn't stagger backward as much this time, but his balance was threatened, favoring one leg or another as he tried to stay upright.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 3:14 am
The God of Punks wasn't exactly in the best of moods already, and seeing King dazed and having trouble standing? Well, that only filled his mind with devious ideas. Before King could get too far, Matt would attempt to knock some sense into the man by grabbing his head and pushing it downward while shooting his knee up, hoping to bash Kelly's skull into his kneecap.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 3:23 am
2.0's hands shot stright up to Matt's wrists, trying to pry him and his gangrel fingers out of 2.0's brown hair before anything terrible could happen, but King's face instead played host to Shanahan's knee coming up and striking him hard. If Matt let go of 2.0, he would fall back from the force of the knee, onto his spine and cup his face in both hands. Things were not starting off as well as he may have hoped, but just about as he'd expected.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 3:26 am
Unfortunate for King, Matt showed no signs of letting go -just- yet. In fact, he attempted to drive his knee into Kelly King's face another time, as if trying to prove a point: he was the stronger one, and he was going to spend the entire match proving that.
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