The fans were stirring all about the arena, finding their seats before the thirteenth edition of Monday Massacre began! The Charleston Coliseum was filled with a sea of people, all sitting in wait for the first event in South Carolina! It was definitely a sight to behold! Suddenly, the opening riff to Hell or Highwater's "Crash and Burn" resonated through the building, 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. It seemed like the beloved General Manager would be opening the go-home show to Solar Slam!
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...
Right before the chorus struck, a tall, muscular figure ran out on stage. The moment he pushed through the curtain, the fans screamed in approval to greet him despite the events of last week. Wearing his black jeans, a black "The National" 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; there had yet to be a show where Shanahan didn't have high hopes for each match! 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. He stopped short of the center of the ring to grab a microphone from underneath the bottom turnbuckle. He continued towards the middle of the ring afterwards and began to speak before the tech-crew could even turn off his music.
"CHARLESTOOOOOOOON! How ya doin' tonight?!" Shanahan roared into the microphone sending the fans into an uproar in response. The classic smirk followed Matt's attempt to get the crowd going before he continued on. "I know you're all doing well, because we've got one exciting ********' show for you all tonight.Tonight is huge! It's our last show before our first Summer event, SOLAR SLAM!"
"And since it's our last show before then, we've got a long list of high-impact matches for you to enjoy. Contendership matches, exhibitions for our newer talents, ********, we even got a title defense! Jamie Bader was so excited to be here tonight, he decided that he was gonna put his cherished Crimson City title on the line against our residential cowboy, J! W! CALIBER!"
The Coliseum exploded in applause at the mention of the quick-rising cowboy. Matt began to pace around the ring as he did, rubbing his chin for a moment in the process. "But, believe it or not... I'm not out here to hype anything else up tonight, at least not about this show. You see, we've got Solar Slam right around the corner. Titles will be defended, new champions will be crowned, I'll probably risk losing my job again, all kinds of fun stuff. But... there's still something missing. At each special event, we like to make things interesting. We like to spice things up! At Winter Warfare, we introduced the Backstage War, a concept that was so lovingly donated by Kelly King himself. At Spring in The Ring, we saw... a lot of disappointment, but we're gonna fix that next year! And this time, for Solar Slam... we've got something -new-."
Matt paused to get the fans interest, his eyes glancing around until he saw a good portion of them going quiet in anticipation. "Alright... so, we all know how battle royals work, right? You have people get in the ring and duke it out until there's only one man left. Well, believe it or not, we're having one of those! Yep, that's new, right?... No?... Well, what if the ring is floating on water?"
The fans could visibly be seen looking around in utter confusion. What nonsense was the General Manager talking about?!
"You heard me right, folks. We're gonna give something new a test, and it'll either be our best idea yet... or our worst. Either way, it's gonna be remembered! A battle royal, on a floating ring! The only way to win is to be the last man in the ring! Over the top rope elimination, right in the water! All this in an event we here at BBW like to call... The Lord of Summer event!"
"So you may be asking, why do this? What do I get out of participating in this event? Well, as you all know, the reward for the Sanguine Invitational was a title shot of the winner's choosing; who would we be if we didn't offer the exact same for this event?! That's right, the winner of the Lord of Summer event will be crowned the Lord of Summer of 2014, and gain a title shot for any belt of their choosing!"
The fans' confusion turned into approval as they broke out into cheers for the event. Even if this could turn out to be a ********, at least it would be entertaining!
"Who can participate in this event, you may ask? Essentially, if they're not in a title match at Solar Slam, they're completely open to be part of the event! Who will you see in the ring? Who will walk out as the Lord of Summer at the end of it? Which title will the winner set his OR her sights on?! All that and more on the next episode of BAD! BLOOD! WRESTLING!"
With a loud laugh, Matt dropped the microphone as the scene faded into a commercial.
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...
Right before the chorus struck, a tall, muscular figure ran out on stage. The moment he pushed through the curtain, the fans screamed in approval to greet him despite the events of last week. Wearing his black jeans, a black "The National" 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; there had yet to be a show where Shanahan didn't have high hopes for each match! 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. He stopped short of the center of the ring to grab a microphone from underneath the bottom turnbuckle. He continued towards the middle of the ring afterwards and began to speak before the tech-crew could even turn off his music.
"CHARLESTOOOOOOOON! How ya doin' tonight?!" Shanahan roared into the microphone sending the fans into an uproar in response. The classic smirk followed Matt's attempt to get the crowd going before he continued on. "I know you're all doing well, because we've got one exciting ********' show for you all tonight.Tonight is huge! It's our last show before our first Summer event, SOLAR SLAM!"
"And since it's our last show before then, we've got a long list of high-impact matches for you to enjoy. Contendership matches, exhibitions for our newer talents, ********, we even got a title defense! Jamie Bader was so excited to be here tonight, he decided that he was gonna put his cherished Crimson City title on the line against our residential cowboy, J! W! CALIBER!"
The Coliseum exploded in applause at the mention of the quick-rising cowboy. Matt began to pace around the ring as he did, rubbing his chin for a moment in the process. "But, believe it or not... I'm not out here to hype anything else up tonight, at least not about this show. You see, we've got Solar Slam right around the corner. Titles will be defended, new champions will be crowned, I'll probably risk losing my job again, all kinds of fun stuff. But... there's still something missing. At each special event, we like to make things interesting. We like to spice things up! At Winter Warfare, we introduced the Backstage War, a concept that was so lovingly donated by Kelly King himself. At Spring in The Ring, we saw... a lot of disappointment, but we're gonna fix that next year! And this time, for Solar Slam... we've got something -new-."
Matt paused to get the fans interest, his eyes glancing around until he saw a good portion of them going quiet in anticipation. "Alright... so, we all know how battle royals work, right? You have people get in the ring and duke it out until there's only one man left. Well, believe it or not, we're having one of those! Yep, that's new, right?... No?... Well, what if the ring is floating on water?"
The fans could visibly be seen looking around in utter confusion. What nonsense was the General Manager talking about?!
"You heard me right, folks. We're gonna give something new a test, and it'll either be our best idea yet... or our worst. Either way, it's gonna be remembered! A battle royal, on a floating ring! The only way to win is to be the last man in the ring! Over the top rope elimination, right in the water! All this in an event we here at BBW like to call... The Lord of Summer event!"
"So you may be asking, why do this? What do I get out of participating in this event? Well, as you all know, the reward for the Sanguine Invitational was a title shot of the winner's choosing; who would we be if we didn't offer the exact same for this event?! That's right, the winner of the Lord of Summer event will be crowned the Lord of Summer of 2014, and gain a title shot for any belt of their choosing!"
The fans' confusion turned into approval as they broke out into cheers for the event. Even if this could turn out to be a ********, at least it would be entertaining!
"Who can participate in this event, you may ask? Essentially, if they're not in a title match at Solar Slam, they're completely open to be part of the event! Who will you see in the ring? Who will walk out as the Lord of Summer at the end of it? Which title will the winner set his OR her sights on?! All that and more on the next episode of BAD! BLOOD! WRESTLING!"
With a loud laugh, Matt dropped the microphone as the scene faded into a commercial.
