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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 11:26 pm

The fans were stirring all about the arena, finding their seats or heading to the concession stands before the sixth Monday Massacre went underway, the first one of the New Year! As the hour reached 7pm Western time, the opening riff to Hell or Highwater's "Crash and Burn" resonated around the arena, the song that had become known as Monday Massacre's theme tune. The fans let out a joyous cheer for at the realization that the show was beginning. Like always, they expected a word from the esteemed General Manager

Life is a long, long road I know,
Take it one day at a time!
But days are wasted,
I cant replace 'em.
If I'm not mistaken,
I don't have time for this!
The nights are getting longer and longer,
I swear that I used to be stronger.
But I wont forget that I can't regret where I've been,
So until then I'll say...

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Right before the chorus struck, a tall, muscular figure ran out on stage. The moment he pushed through the curtain, the fans screamed his name to greet him. Wearing his black jeans, a black "Trivium" muscle shirt, and his signature aviators to hide his eyes, it was none other than the General Manager himself, Matt Shanahan. A wide grin etched his features as he gazed across the large crowd filling the arena. He had high hopes for tonight's show just like all of the fans, for tonight was the start of BBW history. With his grin in check, Matt quickly began his trek down to the ring, slapping a few high fives along the way.

Crash and burn, my friend!
I'll see you at the bottom of the
Deep, dark blue descend!
This is the end!
Begin again!

The God of Punks' movements were quick, considering there was a bounce of energy in every step he took. He jogged up the steel steps and stepped over the top rope with ease, entering the squared circle. His combat boots carried him across the BBW logo painted into the canvas and towards another turnbuckle, where he found a microphone laying down on the mat. The music faded into the distance as he picked up the vocal receiver and moved towards the center of the ring; his eyes scanned around the arena for sparing seconds, taking in the sight of the roaring crowd. "PORTLAAAAAAAAAAAAAND, OREGOOOOOON!" The God of Punks tested his crowd with a cheap call-out for the city the people lived in, getting a near deafening response. His smile couldn't have been any stronger.

"You guys seem pumped, and I can't blame you! ********, -everyone- should be pumped tonight! Whether you're Lance Perfecto or Salem Croft, tonight is a night -to- be ********' pumped! For one, we start our tour across the US, thanks to... a certain individual who I refuse to name, and myself... and secondly, tonight marks history in the Bad Blood books. Tonight is the -largest- card we have ever had; what is it, eighteen match-ups?! There hasn't been a card that size in -any- company in ********' years!" Matt exclaimed with renewed vigor compared to last week's appearance. After all, King wasn't around him, and he was just thankful for that alone.

"That's right, we've got ******** people lined up on the roster tonight, that's inconceivable! Especially for a company that's on it's seventh overall broadcast; but we've done it! We've got old faces, familiar faces, -new- faces, rookies, legends, veterans, janitors, heroes, zeroes, spoiled brats, snakes, dragons, demons, lucha lunatics, witches, lubricant, rebels, emo kids, BY GOD! I daresay -we- got it all for you ******** tonight!" He paused as the crowd roared in approval for the show, but mainly because he had to catch his breath such a quick speech.

With his breath filling his lungs once more, Matt pressed on, "... But why? -Why- do we have so much talent signed to the company now? What makes tonight so much different than our Christmas broadcast? What makes 2014 so drastically different from 2013? Is it the new Jerkoff of Talent Relations? Is it my incredible smile? Did I sell Mindy's body to each of them? Did I promise a shot at a championship?!... No. You see, the ones of you that keep up with us online -know- why we're here tonight. You -know- why we're in Portland, Oregon with the biggest roster we may ever have. You -know- why I'm so pumped about this, but the rest of you don't... Would you like to know?" Matt quizzed the crowd, getting a loud "YES!"

"I asked... WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW, PORTLAND?!" Matt roared into the microphone, getting yet another roaring "YES!"

"I can't hear you, I'm a little deaf in this ear," Matt motioned to his right ear as he spoke, "SO WOULD YOU REALLY LIKE TO KNOW?!" Once again, Matt got a reply of "YES!" except it was loud enough to shake the whole arena.

"ALRIGHT! That's what I wanted to hear!" deaf a*****e, "Tonight -is- history for us, for you, for the roster, for the world! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Massacre Numero Seis! But more importantly, welcome to the first round of THE SANGUINE INVITATIONAL 2014!" The General Manager erupted through the microphone as fireworks shot off the stage with his announcement. On queue, a large, royal looking banner unfolded above the titantron, with the words "SANGUINE INVITATIONAL" stitched into the white banner in a bloody-scrawled style.

"That's right! Tonight is the first round of our new annual tournament, the Sanguine Invitational! 24 men and women competing for -one- reason. To win a shot at -any- title under the Bad Blood Wrestling name; that includes the OECW Seasons Championship. Over the next few broadcasts, you'll see all these competitors scramble their way to the top of the company for a shot at gold and fame! In the name of brutality, they will seek out one of the three prizes in our business! But enough from me, right? Let's get the show star-"

[Feel free to interrupt!]

Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:14 am

Before Matt could finish his sentence. The music styling of Two steps from Hell would play. This being a new song that they never heard inside the business. After moments of waiting, Trent came out with a suit. Why would he do that though? The fans and Matt would figure out why he had a suit and why he came out in a moment. However, Trent had to make his stroll down the ramp. After several seconds of waiting, Trent made his way to the bell keeper's area to get a microphone, following he would slide into the ring, only to get into the face of Matt which may not be the best decision. Another pause would happen as at this time the music would cut off.

"You know, Matt. It seems ridiculous you pander to this worthless scum." Trent said as he pointed out to the thousand in attendance. "You know what else is ridiculous? I am sure you don't so let me inform you. Your use of ******** in every single sentence." Trent would say taking a pause. <********, are you guys ready for the ******** show?" Trent said with intensity in his tone.

Trent was putting himself in the best position, but he found facing the head honcho showed some testicles, which Trent had more of anyone in the back. Trent would begin to get on topic a bit more. "Tonight, I will be taking off my suit, my tie, placing on my new attire, coming out to my new song." Trent paused after mentioning the song and looked at the audience who obviously didn't like him. Trent would still however ask them, "Didn't you enjoy the song?" He followed with a laugh. After frustrating the fans he looked at Matt again. "Portland will see me tonight, where I will, undoubtedly defeat my opponent and move on. Than next week I will win, than the next week, than the next week, than the next week." Trent became repetitive as he tried to get his point across.

Trent smiled into the face of Matt who most likely had a grimace of distaste towards him. "Two-oh-fourteen is the year of Trent. Starting with me winning the tournament, moving onto world titles. Showing my dominance against other main eventers." Trent would extend his arm and would pat the shoulder of 'The God of Punks' "But do not worry, that is best for business." Trent said the last three words with a pause after each of them as he waited for the reply from the man.

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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:39 am

The look on Shanahan's face was that of nonchalance. Nothing the man said seemed to affect the General Manager's mood. His eyes shifted to stare at the arm that was extended upward, resting on his shoulder; he lifted his opposite arm and brought his palm across, knocking Trent's arm away with enough force to surely leave a bruise. Where his face showed no emotion, his movement showed his rage.

A moment of silence followed afterward as Matt brushed off his shoulder to be rid of Trent's germs, lifting the microphone afterwards to speak. "You know... it's funny you say that... no, sorry, lemme do this like you -think- I should. It's -********'- funny you say that. You see, people think they know what's best for business. The Board thinks they know what's best for business by sending Kelly King's a** out here to make sure lowlifes like you aren't getting buried." Matt paused to allow his fans cheer at his words, continuing on afterwards.

"Jarel Damone thinks he knows what's best for business by gunning for our innovative World Champion. On the flipside of that, Salem Croft thought he knew what was best for business by throwing himself into that match back at Hardcore Harvest. The House thinks they know what's best for business by -assaulting- my roster! I got people coming to me left and -********'- right telling and showing me what they think is best for business! But you wanna know something, buddy ol' pal?" Matt asked, as if to give an opening for Trent to speak.

However, he didn't get it. "IT DOES NOT -********- MATTER!" Matt roared into the microphone, the intensity of his stare clear even through his aviators. "I don't give a -********- what Kelly King thinks, what Jarel thinks, what Salem thinks, The House, Andrew Styles, Shadow, Omega, I don't care who it is! Because if any of -you- knew what -********'- best for business, you would be the one making the matches! You'd be one planning the tournament! You'd be signing the contracts of every -********- in the back! But you're -not-. You know why? Because the only person in this goddamn arena that knows what's best for business is ME. Matt -********'- Shanahan. Now I'm going to give you some options before you open your -********'- stupid mouth one more time. You can either, A: Saying something stupid again and make me turn your match into a Blindfold match, where only -you- are blindfolded. B: Lay another hand on me so that I have every right to break your back over my knee, toss you out of my ring, and dock your pay for the next goddamn month. C: One of the previous choices, mixed with me firing you. Or D... You can leave the ring with your fancy new suit, take your new song and shove up your a**, and we'll pretend that you -never- disrespected me in my -********'- ring. You have three seconds."

"... Three."

Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:49 am

Trent would smile as the man talked, until the options were presented. After Matt had finished. Trent did the only thing that he could do at this point without being placed in a blindfold, or having his back supposedly broken and his pay deducted.

He pointed at Matt, not speaking. With a foul taste in his mouth. The foul taste being unable to leave, as he could not speak out. This was oppression to the men. But he was the boss, how could anyone expect any less?

Trent kept the pointing going on for a few seconds as the fans watched closely. Trent would than have his eyes turned from a heated stare, into a look of dissatisfaction as he would lower that hand slowly. Wipe off his shoulders, and his wrist which was somewhat bruised from the strike earlier. He would than drop the microphone, motioning towards the ropes.

Once he made it to the ropes, he looked back as Matt may not have liked him being in for the time he had. But Trent nevertheless would go through the second and third rope. Jump off the apron onto the padding at ringside. Than slowly make his way up the ramp.

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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:57 am

All went quiet in the arena after Tren had left the ring as the lights turned to a darkish red as the opening to "Shepard of Fire" by Avenged Sevenfold began to play as flames shot up from the stage and a single spot light fell onto the centre of the stage as the song began to pick up momentum.

Lets take a moment and break the ice
So my intentions are known
See, I pity in watching you suffer
I know the feeling of being damned alone
I have a storybook of my own
Don't you see

I am your pride, agent of wealth, bearer of needs
(and you know what's right)
I am your war, arming the strong, aiding the weak
Know me by name, shepherd of fire

Harli paced back and forth a mic in his hands and a smile on his face with the crowd unexpectedly cheering for him loudly as he stood in the centre of the stage and began a quick walk down to the ring. He looked up at Trent and Matt before walking up the steps and climbing into the ring as the crowd continued to cheer for Harli. He paced back and forth still looking back between Matt and Trent with a smile on his face as he began to raise the mic to speak.

"Wow.....just wow. That right there was one hell of a reception by the crowd of BBW, that's the kind of reception I wish to hear on a nightly basis. This to me feels like a proper debut because I refuse to acknowledge that match with AJ Warner, hell I'm sure we wish that match did not happen."

Harli briefly looked down at the mat and then back up at the crowd and into the camera and then back at the crowd again as he paced back and forth.

"I know 2013 was not my most successful year in professional wrestling due to injuries and taking a leave of absence from all the promotions around but I must say that I will make 2014 the year of the "Nightmare" Harli Drummond."

Harli paced back and forth while the crowd cheered loudly again.

"Mattt, I am very grateful for you to allow me to be in this Invitational and I'm confident that I will be able to overcome all the others that are in this Invitational but there is one thing that I must ask and that is why do you even put up with a rookies like Trent who haven't paid their dues."

Harli asked Matt still in a good mood from the reception he got from the crowd.

Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 1:33 am

Matt was just about to speak once more to finish addressing the crowd when suddenly the familiar sound of Avenged Sevenfold broke out over the sound system. A loud, excruciating sigh came from his lips, followed by him stumbling to the ropes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was going to have to start doing his openers from the backstage area again. He resigned to the fact that Harli was coming out and turned to face him as he entered the ring, really only nodding to man as he spoke.

"Harli... good ol' Harli... you know, I like that after all the years, you still have something that most people in the back lack. You still have respect. It wouldn't matter to you if I were your boss, or your employee, or even just another competitor, you would still come out and be the same old Harli. Guys like Trent? They come out here and disrespect the authority off the bat because... they want to seem cool. They wanna make it seem like they're here to play and won't respect anyone until they're at the top. And then, they spit on everyone else below them. But I still hire them, you know why?"

Matt paused again to give his interrupter a chance to speak, but quickly began again before he could, "Because -we- were once them. I used to be 'The Punk', the guy that literally challenged -everything-, no matter how much I got buried. You? You were just as bad, man. And now look at us. You're considered a legend to some, and I'm... I'm running one of the -most- successful companies in the world. In my opinion, of course. But, if I don't give them a shot, who will? If people didn't give us a shot?... None of them would have one either."

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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 11:39 am

The cry of a hawk is heard in the building followed by his entrance music and the fans just erupt for the incoming rookie. More than likely, the gentlemen on stage looked out to see who was coming through the back curtain.

"Hello Portland and BBW! Sorry for interrupting Matt!"

Spotlights were going crazy in the arena as they tried to find the voice and there deep in the crowd there he was, Derek Hawkens. Derek signaled the music to go off before he started talking again.

"If you know me from WWFG or EWA I just wanna say hello and if you don't know me, I am fairly new and I'm Derek Hawkens. Excuse me. I need a moment because well I'm just fanboying right now. I mean, I'm in the same arena as Matt Shanahan "The God of Punks" and "Nightmare" Harli Drummond. Mercy I'm feeling the vapors! So much good competition in the back, Harli being the best more than likely, but I will catch up to you Harli."

Derek proceeds to fan himself comedically.

"I actually have an agenda for my time here believe it or not."

Derek pulls out a handwritten piece of paper, opens it up and reads it before he starts speaking again.

"There are 4 main things I came to do here in BBW:
1. Get Drunk
2. Party with the fans since they have a reputation to be the wildest fans in wrestling.
3. Wrestle my a** off for said fans.
4. Win the Sanguine tournament.
so far after tonight I'm gonna be halfway there."

Derek suddenly gets hugged by many fans in mob fashion.'

"Hahaha I love it here already! Matt what do you say!?!?! Can we get the party started?!"

Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:04 pm

Matt was waiting for a response from his long-time friend before the sound of what seemed to be a squawking chicken echoed through the arena. Not again, not another interruption! Tonight was already going poorly for the General Manager. With a reluctant sigh, he turned about to follow the spotlight, his eyes landing right on the new upstart, Derek Hawkens. He listened as the man spoke, pandering the crowd more so than he was earlier.

"... -Thank you- for your compliments, Mr... Hawkens. I support your choices, but for ******** sake... please, just go to the back and prepare for your match. Just... just go! Do your thing, get wasted and puke all over your opponent for all I care! Just go back to whatever the ******** you were doing before you decided the follow the train of people that want to come out and annoy me even further!" There wasn't a tone of rage in the man's voice, more of a plea to just leave him be on the matter. He had business to take care of, and everyone was simply delaying it!

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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:28 pm

A row of cannon like pyro fired off as the man called Boom stepped out and walked to the ring.

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The masked man walked up to matt and stared at him long and hard.

inhale...

Exhale...

Inhale...

Exhale...

Boom raised his arms.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

He turned around and left, pumping his fists and chanting as the crowd chanted with him

Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 8:38 pm

One final time, Matt was caught offguard by a random interrupter. A new hire, a... really strange hire. Matt glared at the man as he entered the ring and stood toe to toe with him, waiting for some kind of response. ".. Well are gonna say any-"

The masked man abruptly cut the General Manager off with his sudden shout of "BOOM!", making even The God of Punks jump back abit with surprise. Once the man began to leave the ring, Shanahan took a moment to look around the ring and sigh, <******** it," he muttered before dropping the microphone and exiting the ring, regardless of Derek being in the crowd still and Harli in the ring; Matt was defeated by the sheer amount of interrupters. With a nonchalant stride, he made his way towards the back.

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