The sound of a blaring guitar intro greeted the fans through-out the arena, signalling the inaugural showing of Bad Blood Wrestling's Monday Massacre was underway. "Crash and Burn" by Hell Or Highwater resonated around the room as the legendary Matt Shanahan himself walked out onto the stage, deciding to go without any fancy pyrotechnics and lightwork tonight. He wore his typical in-ring attire, consisting of a black "PelleK" muscle shirt, black jeans, combat boots, and aviators to hide his eyes. Unlike recent months, he wore a large grin on his face to greet the appraising audience; after all, he was a master of the Hardcore environment, they knew he was sure to put on a good match, should he be in one tonight.
Life is a long, long road, I know.
Take it one day at time!
But days are wasted, I can't replace 'em,
If I'm not mistaken... I don't have time for this!
The first half of the beginning verse was over by the time The God of Punks was walking down the ramp. For the first time in years, he stopped halfway down the ramp to slap some highfives with the adoring public. He was in a mood beyond compare tonight, and he was showing it in every way possible. After showing enough adoration for the fans, Shanahan turned back to the ring and jogged down the ramp to make up for lost time. He quickly rounded the corner and began up the steel steps.
The nights are getting longer and longer,
I swear that I used to be stronger...
But I won't forget that I can't regret where I've been
So until the then I say:
Right before the chorus kicked in, Matt climbed over the top rope and threw his arms wide, as if to queue it. The fans gave an equal reaction to the display. The God of Punks' smirk only grew as he looked around the arena another time, before heading to the turnbuckle to grab a microphone off of the ground.
Crash and Burn, my friend!
I'll see you at the bottom of the deep, dark blue descent!
Oh, this is the end!
This is the end...
Begin again!
The upbeat tune faded away once Shanahan moved back to the center of the ring. He was here to speak, and what a way to open up the first show! The fans' praise continued to pour towards the ring for one of the most innovative Hardcore wrestlers of his generation; the arrogant grin was all they got back until he spoke, "That's ********' beautiful, lemme tell ya'. You guys don't realize how much I appreciate that, and how much every ******** in the back appreciates that! But enough with the pleasantries, let me be the first to welcome you to the beginning of a new era! The first showing of many! On behalf of the entire Bad Blood Wrestling staff, welcome to Monday Massacre!"
The sea of die-hard fans screamed in response, giving their approval for the first show to go underway, "Now, before we go anything further, I've been given the esteemed honor to introduce you to the General Manager of Monday Massacre. He's probably the best fit man for the job, with as much experience as he has. He's a legend, he's one of the best, he's even a close friend of mine! Give it up for..." Matt turned to point towards the apron and waited for the man to come out. A few dragged-out moments passed before that pointing hand slowly pointed upwards and turned around, so that Shanahan was pointing at himself, "... The God of Punks, Matt Shanahan!"
The multitudes of Matt fans screamed through-out the arena, while anyone else who didn't like him simply clapped for the arrogant move. A chuckle escaped Matt's lips as he continued, "All joking aside, it's a great honor to be the General Manager of this brilliant industry. All of us together are going to bring a brand new meaning to 'hardcore'! We've got a roster already filled with talent! From the newcomers you've barely heard of, like Serenno King, to the old vets you know and love, like Jarel Damone! And that's just the beginning, ladies and gentlemen! Speaking of beginnings... let's talk about tonight's card, shall we?"
"As you've surely noticed on the programs you've all received, the card itself only held numbers and no names. That's because, to keep everyone on their toes, I decided that no one should know who their opponent is tonight! Everyone is going into their matches with no knowledge of who they're pitted against! And for the main event, we've got the first ever Crimson Fall match, so you fans will definitely get to see some hardcore action! You'll see the full extent of our roster tonight, as everyone has been booked for competition! Of course, unless they don't show up... then, I don't have to pay them, right?"
The fans seemed to receive Matt's words with a positive outlook for the show, but only time would tell. He looked around the room once more with his wide grin before speaking one last time, "But, enough of my nonsense. Why don't we get on with the show, huh? Welcome to Monday Massacre, everyone!" The God of Punks tossed his microphone to the outside, a signal for his entrance music to play once more. He gave the fans a single wave with his arm before heading out of the ring and towards the back. With Shanahan running the show, the fans knew that the future of the show was going to be unpredictable, to say the least.
Life is a long, long road, I know.
Take it one day at time!
But days are wasted, I can't replace 'em,
If I'm not mistaken... I don't have time for this!
The first half of the beginning verse was over by the time The God of Punks was walking down the ramp. For the first time in years, he stopped halfway down the ramp to slap some highfives with the adoring public. He was in a mood beyond compare tonight, and he was showing it in every way possible. After showing enough adoration for the fans, Shanahan turned back to the ring and jogged down the ramp to make up for lost time. He quickly rounded the corner and began up the steel steps.
The nights are getting longer and longer,
I swear that I used to be stronger...
But I won't forget that I can't regret where I've been
So until the then I say:
Right before the chorus kicked in, Matt climbed over the top rope and threw his arms wide, as if to queue it. The fans gave an equal reaction to the display. The God of Punks' smirk only grew as he looked around the arena another time, before heading to the turnbuckle to grab a microphone off of the ground.
Crash and Burn, my friend!
I'll see you at the bottom of the deep, dark blue descent!
Oh, this is the end!
This is the end...
Begin again!
The upbeat tune faded away once Shanahan moved back to the center of the ring. He was here to speak, and what a way to open up the first show! The fans' praise continued to pour towards the ring for one of the most innovative Hardcore wrestlers of his generation; the arrogant grin was all they got back until he spoke, "That's ********' beautiful, lemme tell ya'. You guys don't realize how much I appreciate that, and how much every ******** in the back appreciates that! But enough with the pleasantries, let me be the first to welcome you to the beginning of a new era! The first showing of many! On behalf of the entire Bad Blood Wrestling staff, welcome to Monday Massacre!"
The sea of die-hard fans screamed in response, giving their approval for the first show to go underway, "Now, before we go anything further, I've been given the esteemed honor to introduce you to the General Manager of Monday Massacre. He's probably the best fit man for the job, with as much experience as he has. He's a legend, he's one of the best, he's even a close friend of mine! Give it up for..." Matt turned to point towards the apron and waited for the man to come out. A few dragged-out moments passed before that pointing hand slowly pointed upwards and turned around, so that Shanahan was pointing at himself, "... The God of Punks, Matt Shanahan!"
The multitudes of Matt fans screamed through-out the arena, while anyone else who didn't like him simply clapped for the arrogant move. A chuckle escaped Matt's lips as he continued, "All joking aside, it's a great honor to be the General Manager of this brilliant industry. All of us together are going to bring a brand new meaning to 'hardcore'! We've got a roster already filled with talent! From the newcomers you've barely heard of, like Serenno King, to the old vets you know and love, like Jarel Damone! And that's just the beginning, ladies and gentlemen! Speaking of beginnings... let's talk about tonight's card, shall we?"
"As you've surely noticed on the programs you've all received, the card itself only held numbers and no names. That's because, to keep everyone on their toes, I decided that no one should know who their opponent is tonight! Everyone is going into their matches with no knowledge of who they're pitted against! And for the main event, we've got the first ever Crimson Fall match, so you fans will definitely get to see some hardcore action! You'll see the full extent of our roster tonight, as everyone has been booked for competition! Of course, unless they don't show up... then, I don't have to pay them, right?"
The fans seemed to receive Matt's words with a positive outlook for the show, but only time would tell. He looked around the room once more with his wide grin before speaking one last time, "But, enough of my nonsense. Why don't we get on with the show, huh? Welcome to Monday Massacre, everyone!" The God of Punks tossed his microphone to the outside, a signal for his entrance music to play once more. He gave the fans a single wave with his arm before heading out of the ring and towards the back. With Shanahan running the show, the fans knew that the future of the show was going to be unpredictable, to say the least.
