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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 7:59 pm
Main Event
Champion vs. Champion
Non-title
Good Luck
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:25 pm
(Ignore some of the entrance, some flaws in it.)
The Arena went quiet, emotions would be spread throughout the arena from the various people in attendance, as they were waiting and holding their signs up waiting for there favorite wrestlers to come out. As the crowd was being impatient; Heart of Courage by Two Steps from Hell would hit the PA system. Getting a reaction
The fans would look at the entrance ramp as well as listen to the theme of Trent as they would express there opinions which mainly would be boo's, although from certain parts of the arena would be cheers or boo's for the other competitor he would be facing. Trent would come out with a smirk on his face, the fans would be on there feet expecting a great match whether they liked or disliked the man making his entrance at this time, seeing as he had made history various times as well as, participated in great matches. Trent would walk on the stage with the WWE:E Asylum title proudly around his waist. He would have walked to the left side and looked in the crowd than the right side of the stage, and have a devious smile. Trent than began walk to the middle of the stage and raise both arms in the styling that looked like a cross, pyrotechnics than spewed out from both left and right sides of the stage. Trent would stay in that position for a few seconds as he progressively lower his hands as the pyrotechnics would stop as the crowd would love it. Trent would than take a stroll down the ramp taking his time and eating up the emotions of the crowd.
Announcer: Introducing at this time. The WWE:E Asylum Champion, from St Paul Minnesota, weighing in tonight at 216 Pounds, TRENT!
Trent kept a straight face as he stopped, not even midway of the ramp as he would look around the arena at the screaming fans. Trent would be wearing the original look. He wore a robe down. Almost everything being blocked except for the Black Gothic Styled Pants, and some black, laced boots, as well as his piece of gold around his waist. He looked with a grimace towards the fans, being annoyed by each and every one of those hypocritical pieces of s**t, that they knew they were.
Trent once again continued walking. He made a left turn and got on the stairs climb on step by step, and walked on the apron. Trent would turn around and look at the crowd behind him, looking at the fan signs and the people booing at his presence. Trent for a feint moment, changed that grimace into a smile , as Trent turned around and jumped on top of the turnbuckle. Trent would look around and see the thousands in attendance seeing them mainly booing at him. Trent however, was loving the response to the feedback he had been receiving from the people in attendance. Trent looking as confident as ever, entering the match here tonight.
Trent took his robe off and placed it to the outside, after doing so Trent climbed onto the apron and entered the ring, following he would enter the corner and wait.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:35 pm
Despite the amount of disdain the crowd had for Trent, they were left waiting some time for the Evolution Champion to make his appearance and turn this event around. Chants of "SHAN-A-HAN!" broke out across the arena, as if to make the reigning Evolution Champion appear. Time rolled on, but there seemed to be no sign of The Storm... Then, like a God answering the cries of his people, the sound of deafening thunder broke through the air, strong enough to send the lights into a seizure of dysfunction. Before they could recover, a bright flash filled the area... and then there was darkness. No lights, no emergency power, not even cellphones seemed to light the arena. A lone guitar began to quietly play over the sound system, mixing in with the distinct sound of raindrops hitting steel. The fans closest to the entrance ramp and the ring began to shout loudly, but not because they were getting wet. They cheered for the force that was heading to the ring: The Storm. Short Change Hero - The HeavyThe slow, haunting intro to the familiar theme music echoed through the darkness, building hope in the Shanahan fans in the massive room. While the titantron typically showed images of The God of Punks' latest success in the company, tonight it showed nothing but storm clouds with lightning coursing through them. The ramp began to emit a dim light through the thick fog that hovered over it, revealing two lines of men and women in black hooded trenchcoats, symbolic of Shanahan's latest style change. In each right hand was the symbolic weapon of The God of Punks, almost invisible in the dark arena. As the war drums in the music resonated through the air, they marched out in unison to the sound. They slowly lined the wide ramp until they were perfectly lined to the bottom of the ramp. One row at a time, the army of trenchcoat clad figures pointed the head of their baseball bats to the ground and fell to a knee, resting their hands on the top of the hilt of the legendary "Punkville Slugger" replicas. After the men and women finished their kneeling ritual, the music stopped and the ramp's lights flickered off, once again leaving nothing in sight. "SHANAHAN!" Shouted one obnoxious fan, causing the rest of them to erupt once more. And with them... 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, just barely giving the fans a glimpse of their surroundings The dim lights revealed that it wasn't drizzling like it typically had during the man's entrance; instead, it looked to be a sizable, steady rain that pounded the stage, ramp, and a good portion of the arena at this point. The figures lining the ramp were covered in the rain, water sliding off of their leather trenchcoats as they remained in their kneeling positions.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, even though the roaring fans knew who he was. The platform kept rising as the song went on and the rain slid off of his trenchcoat. "And introducing the champion: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at 326 pounds... He is The Storm, THE TRUE EVOLUTION CHAMPION... Matt SHAAAAN-A-HAAAAN!" 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...The fans knew what that new moniker meant after last week. The True Evolution Champion. The only person in WWE:E to evolve in his time with the company, or at least in his eyes. The fans seemed to believe him too. 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, his competition stood: the new Asylum champion, Trent. Just months beforehand, Matt had clashed with the former champion, Cartwright, and bested him at his own, dirty game. Tonight, he planned to do the same with the rookie champion. His right hand was gripped around his legendary weapon, the 'Punk-ville Slugger', only loosening to give the bat a single twirl to his side. The chorus began as The Storm 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."As he moved down the ramp, some fans would dare say he was simply floating through the fog in his way, as his legs seem to just barely stride down the metallic walkway. On the last two lines of the chorus, Matt stopped in the middle of the ramp to slightly turn his head to the left and right, taking in the size of the cheering crowd. His eyes traced down to glance at the men and women kneeling at his side; his army, the truest followers of the Storm. Once he began to pace down to the ring again, a flash of lightning ripped across the roof of the arena, causing the dark-blue lighting to go out 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. He stood at the foot of the steel steps, his feet beginning to carry him up as soon as the lights turned back on. The Storm put his right foot between the top and middle rope before stepping through, entering the ring once again. 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...Right before the chorus began, The Storm grabbed his hood with his free hand and tossed it back, revealing his clean shaven features to the world. With it, another booming thunder to echo through the arena; a lightning bolt followed and shot across the ceiling overhead as the lights flowed back into their normal, colorless hue. The pouring rain stopped, leaving the outside area and the ramp wet, along with a good portion of the arena. His cold, calculated stare lingered on Trent, as if daring him to even breathe. Daring him to go through with the challenge tonight. Daring him to put his career on the line against one of the strongest forces in the industry. 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."As the song began to come to an end, Matt pulled his trenchcoat off and lowered it to the outside of the ring, leaving it in the hands of a capable crew member. There he stood before his competition, the WWE:E Evolution Champion wrapped around his waist. The only belt in the company that mattered, in his eyes. The referee came over to take the belt from him, The Storm meeting his eyes with a harsh stare. With a single hand, Shanahan pulled the belt loose... then held it high above his head, glaring right into the soul of Trent much like he had with every opponent he had faced so far. Proclaiming that he was the Evolution Champion. The only champion that mattered in the company, to him. When Matt finally pushed the championship belt into the referee's hands, he took off his muscle shirt and tossed it out into the crowd, exposing the tattoo-and-scar littered torso he hid beneath, a toned tapestry of his past. The fans gave another loud pop for the Champion as he stepped towards the center of the ring, ready to start yet another Clash of The Champions. The entire arena was on their feet for Shanahan, ready to see him take down yet another champion on WWE:E's roster. Would he succeed tonight? Or would Trent prove that he was better than his predecessors? -DING DING-
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:49 pm
Trent would have stood and watched his opponent of the night come down, showing his control of elemental forces as his name follows; "The Storm". However, Trent was the Hardcore Champion, the Asylum Champion and with that in his corner, being enough to prove that he wasn't scared of Matt or anyone in this company. Trent would also hand his title to the official while keeping a cold, calculated gaze fixed on Matt Shanahan. The bell rang as if it were a kick-start for Trent, which he would instantly hop out of his corner and begin to circle the ring, closing in on Matt, which may not be the best choice but Trent has proved that size is just a number and courage and heart is what makes a winner.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:55 pm
The Storm stood like a towering giant in the middle of the ring, his haunting gaze locked onto Trent. Each step the man took was observed under the man's dark glare, waiting for him to come in close.
Over the past few weeks, Matt had been more than willing to let his opponent take the first swing. Tonight, he switched it up. As Trent stepped a bit too close, Matt's hand balled into a rock-like fist at his side and came swinging upward wildly, aiming to connect with the side of Trent's head!
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:59 pm
Trent would make his way towards Matthew, but he did get a bit closer than he should have. Which would cause "The Storm" to go on the offensive, however there was some fortunate news as Trent expected to see a strike sent his way, he would bring his hand up in an attempt to stop the momentum of the strike, however a lot of power was placed in the toss, which would cause Trent to still receive some damage from the first punch thrown in this match. "The Archangel" would have been dropped, but looked to exit the ring almost immediately, not in the mood to be thrown around by another giant.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:08 pm
Trent fell to the mat and exited the ring immediately after Matt delivered the first blow of the match. The fans were roaring in approval for the quick ego-check delivered by The Storm, but the Evolution Champion seemed unphased. He remained standing in the center of the ring, his cold gaze lingering on Trent, his facial features remaining still like stone. He'd either get back into the ring, or find himself counted out. The ball was in his court.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:14 pm
At the moment, all that mattered was that Trent escaped the clutches of Matt, but perhaps he placed himself in a stalemate, once Trent's senses regained he turned to the ring where Matt would stay still, waiting for him to re-enter the ring and to fight. This was both good and bad, good because he gets to recover for as long as he wants, however it is bad because he has to get in the ring before the official counts him out. Once those two options came to his head, he gained a different mentality in this match, becoming sneaky, like a snake. Trent would begin to make his way to the ring where he would place the upper-half of his body inside the ring, than up to his knees. If Matt were to rush him, he would exit the ring and begin to march on the outside, making sure Matt has no options but to let him get inside the ring otherwise disappoint the fans and himself. Trent being safe for some reason heading into this match, perhaps a few small mind games did make their way into the thick skull of Trent?
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:18 pm
The Storm made no motion to charge after Trent, not yet at least. He thrived on his offense, but rushing in so early often cost him matches in the past. As the man entered the ring, Matt took two steps forward, as if to readily engage in combat once more when Trent stood. Whether or not the man retreated from the notion had yet to be seen.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 5:18 pm
Trent was on the verge of getting in the ring completely until the man made the slightest motion, where he would withdraw from the ring once again. Looking at the crowd who were pointing there thumb down to the ground and their middle finger up high in his face. This of course would be a great deal of disrespect, but Trent was nice enough to show some of the respect he is given to the fans, going to the nearest woman in the first row, grabbing her drink and throwing it on the floor on his side of the barricade. Making it a bit of a slippery mess. This was a trap for the big man to come out in some ways, but he most likely won't as the count continues. Trent seemed to be "afraid" of Matt, but was he?
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 5:25 pm
Matt's lips slowly stretched into a scowl at the notion of Trent refusing to reenter the ring. As the smaller champion continued to round the outside, The Storm turned and walked towards the side of the ring Trent was heading to, preparing to step through the ropes should he continue his path.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 9:35 pm
Trent would have marched on to another side of the four sided ring, only to somewhat meet a Storm in the path. Trent would have backed out of going on his path towards that side and looked to go counter-clock wise around the ring, going to the side he was just on and looking to slide in the ring at a fast pace. Matthew wasn't completely outside the ring, but he was a farther distance to where Trent could get a breather inside the ring and still have a fair chance of coming back despite the punch sent from him earlier to Trent's hand and skull.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 10:55 pm
Just as Shanahan had stepped out onto the apron, Trent was scurrying around to the other side of the outside ring area. The scowl on Matt's lips remained prevalent as his prey of the evening turn on heel and slid back into the ring from the opposite side. As the man slid in, The Storm stepped back over the top rope and into the squared circle, signs of irritation growing clear on his face to match the booing of the fans. No one approved of this cowardice!
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 10:33 am
Trent could hear the loud sirens of booing and jeers due to his act, but they wouldn't know what it was like facing a behemoth like Matt who is the World Champion. Despite their ignorance of in-ring ability, Trent would begin to size up The Storm in hopes of charging him soon, making his first connection in this match so far. In the middle of observing Matt, he would realize something, other than him being a colossus, he would also see that the man's facial expressions changed the more he delayed the match, this may or may not be a good thing but Trent saw through his calm ruse and was ready to take advantage of him hiding those feelings. Trent would begin to walk up to the man, with both arms to the side of his head, and his elbows near his chest in the styling of a boxer, Trent would begin to approach the man and was ready for anything to come at him, but what would Matthew deliver?
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 3:18 pm
Trent was finally beginning to show signs of interest in this fight by raising his hands up into a boxing position. It appeared Trent hadn't done his homework on Shanahan, though; Matt was known for his brawling, after all.
The moment Trent's fists raised up, The Storm brought his own up towards his face, ready to engage in his second favorite past-time, fist-fighting. His hands were kept loose and his fingers flexed inward and outward until Trent came in close. Once he was near, Matt brought his left fist out for a feint swing. His aim clearly wasn't to hit Trent, but to see how the man would react; he had been playing chicken this whole time, after all.
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