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 Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 9:32 pm
The arena was electric as the clock hit 7PM Central Time; it was about time for BBW's first show of 2015 to begin. As the clock hit 7:01, fans were still excited. 7:02? Still excited! 7:03? Alright, now things were a bit off. BBW had always been punctual about starting times, right? What was the hold-up? Suddenly, at 7:04, 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. Yes, the show was finally starting! And better yet, the General Manager was opening the show for the first time since the Anniversary! The fans were ecstatic! 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 with a velvet bag in his hand. The moment he pushed through the curtain, the fans screamed in approval to greet him for the first time in 2015. 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. This was the first show of 2015, he couldn't hold back his happiness even if he tried! 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. Before the tech crew could even stop his music, the enthusiastic General Manager ran to the ropes facing the right side of the arena and let out a bellowing "HOW YA' DOIN', LONG BEEEEACH!?"The Californian crowd let loose a cheerful roar in response, gauging a wider smile from the company's owner. "Goddamn, you don't know how long I've wanted to say that! Lemme tell you, of all the places I've wanted to take Monday Massacre, this one is REALLY high on the list. God, I love Long Beach! I love you guys!""If I seem a bit happier than normal folks, it's because I am. You see, tonight is the start of one of my favorite events in BBW history... The Sanguine Invitational!" A burst of cheers resonated from the crowd at the nod towards the annual BBW tournament. "This tournament is near and dear to my heart. You see, last year it brought out so many new and old faces that we had to expand the roster nearly three times over. While it's a bit smaller scale this year, you could say it's going to be even MORE action packed. How do you get more action packed than Blackjack though?... Well, you'll see folks."Matt began to back up and pace around the ring as he continued to talk, making it clear that he wasn't quite done yet. "All around, I think you'll love tonight's show folks. We've got more than enough to keep everyone on the edge of their seats! We got the Sanguine Tournament, all of our champions are booked, and we even have a rematch lined up! Yes, for those that might've missed Hardcore Harvest, we saw Shadow spend a short amount of time at the BBW World Champion; after losing it to Xavier X, he's demanded a rematch. You can bet your a**, he's getting it too!"Matt paused to let it all sink with the crowd, soaking in their cheers. After a few moments, he brought the microphone back up to his lips and rubbed the back of his head in the process. "Speaking of rematches, though... I suppose most of you also saw Andrew Styles' little temper tantrum... trust me, I'm still feeling the effects of that. If you saw me deny him his rematch, because he does not even have a match to repeat, then you saw him take a swing at me and challenge to compete... in this very ring... tonight."The General Manager looked around as the crowd began to hum with "Shan-A-Han!" chants. Could this be the night that Matt finally competes in a BBW ring?! Would the fans get to see the General Manager pick up his baseball bat one more time and dish out some tough love to Andrew Styles?! "Well, on that note, lemme say this... I WILL NO-"[Planned Interruption]
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 10:41 pm
The lights went out and the entire arena went dark as a guitar and drums thundered through the arena. White spotlights shine all around the crowd as the tell-tale sound of Metallica sings out to the fans at ringside. Metallica, it seemed, was Gaia's favorite band. As the lyrics began to come, the spotlights slowly slid over the stage until the entire thing was the only thing in the arena that was lit. On the stage had appeared a pane of glass that covered the entrance to the arena from the backstage area.Open Door.
So I Walk Inside.
Close My Eyes,
Find My Place To Hide...
And I Shake,
As I Take It In...
Let The Show Begin... The fans went crazy as the music sounded throughout the entire arena and drove everyone rather out of control. They couldn't believe the return they were possibly about to witness, as the House had been very absent since even before the off-season of BBW on HBO had hit. It was quite a long moment of the music simply playing, no glass shattering or anything of that kind, before out from the back came the man in the mask, Railery, Carmyne King. The crowd started to cheer loudly as the young King adjusted his clothing, his hood and his mask before walking out to the left side of the stage and waving out at the crowd.
The fans cheered even louder, quite loudly actually, when his twin sister Kayla walked out onto the stage next, fluffing her purple shaded hair and blowing kisses out to all the fans that had missed her. She strutted with purpose, sashaying her hips as she walked. When she reached her side of the stage, she took a long moment bend over and blow a long kiss out into the crowd, before standing up and winking, a cocky little smirk on her face. She looked over her shoulder to check for the last of their significant, and undefeated, trio.
Surely enough, out came the former BBW Television Champion, stalking out in his glorious suit of armor. Serenno King looked just as big and serious as he had the last time he had appeared, following his loss to Marshall Lee. Reno took his place on the center stage, garnering quite a few boos in comparison to his younger siblings, but he wasn't about to fret the unfaithful dozen in the crowd during their rather sudden and surprising return to Bad Blood Wrestling.
The three wrestlers that made up the House Our Father Built slowly stalked down to the ring where Matt Shanahan was waiting for them, as a sort of deja vu set in. Matt and the House had never really settled their differences, even though Reno had suffered an embarrassing loss to Dion Necurat in a steel cage match as a way of winning BBW away from the dominant House. It was Matt that Reno really had a problem with, and when Reno had a problem, so too did the House Our Father Built. The three of them stood outside of the ring for a long time, slowly climbing up onto the apron to stare at Matt while their music played and the fans drank in the moment. With the House out there and Shanahan in the ring, there were some extremely combustible elements making up the show opener. Something serious could be about to go down. The Higher You Are, The Farther You Fall.
The Longer You Walk, The Farther You Crawl.
My Body, My Temple, This Temple It Tilts. Step Into The House Our Father Built. The three stepped into the ring with Matt, staring him down until their music ended.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:05 pm
The General Manager had a history of being cut off in the middle of his opening addresses... but that was a theme song he thought he had heard the last of. As the opening riff echoed through the arena, Matt went still with a split-second feeling of shock. The House? Here? Had security finally slipped up? He would rather face Blackjack than have to deal with King's brats again.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice in this one. He pulled his aviators away from his face as he turned to face the ramp, his ice cold gaze penetrating through and staring at the figures on the ramp. Everyone knew who he was focused on though: Serenno. These two men were far too alike when it came to in-ring competition, it was as if a confrontation was doomed to happen. Would it be tonight? Would the world finally see Matt Shanahan take down yet another King?
As the trio entered the ring and stood across from Matt for the first time in a VERY long time, the fans were humming with anticipation.
After some time, Matt finally brought the microphone back up to his lips and snarled, "And me, without my goddamn bat for once... You know, I thought dealing with Andrew Styles would be the last I had to hear of you ********, but it seems your Daddy didn't do a good enough job of terminating your contracts. Let's cut the bullshit, though. You've got five seconds to tell me why the hell you're in my arena tonight." He lowered the microphone for a brief moment to glare at each of the Kelly King minions, as if waiting for one of them to say something. Before they'd get the chance though, Matt changed his mind and brought the microphone up to his lips. "No wait, first... You," Matt pointed to Kayla King and shot her a sinister glare, "Shut your whore mouth." Clearly, there was no more love for his 'niece'.
"And you," his finger whipped to the left and pointed at Railery, "Shut YOUR whore mouth."
His finger drifted to point at Serenno, the only real threat that The House posed. "I wanna hear it from you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:15 pm
The first two to be addressed, Kayla and Carmyne, didn't seem to be enthusiastic about the way the General Manager, Matt Shanahan, had taken to their arrival. Looking at each other in disgust (which only showed on the maskless Kayla's face) they tried to pay no mind to Matt Shanahan's threat. When he spoke to Reno however, it became very clear after the fans got over the hype, waiting for Serenno to speak, that not one member of the House Our Father Built was holding a microphone... They just stepped closer and closer to Matt Shanahan. Counting All The Assholes In The Room
Well I'm Definitely Not Alone... Well 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 That Again, And I Do It Again
Counting All The Assholes In The Room
Well I'm Definitely Not Alone. Well I'm Not Alone.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:20 pm
As the three members of the King dynasty moved forward, Matt showed no signs of backing down. He didn't need a bat to kick some faces in tonight. Just when it seemed that The God of Punks was about to clash with The House...
... That damn theme song hit.
For the second time, Matt was caught off guard by someone he clearly didn't care to see. What made this worse is... Matt didn't know what was going to happen here. He turned to stare up the ramp with a puzzled look on his face, completed by his furrowed brow. He put a hand up to signal for The House to stop in place, but didn't care to see if they actually did. His focus was on teh ramp. Why was King coming out?
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:34 pm
"Stop! Stop, you're out of control! We're not starting another year like this! I am completely and utterly sick of standing in the back while you run rampant and ruin this show for everyone!" King's voice rang out on the microphone, well before he actually appeared on the HBO Presents BBW stage. King was in a rush down the ramp to put a stop to the hectic beginnings that were about to present themselves to the BBW audience, which fans were conflicted on. They were happy to see Kelly King 2.0 and hear his voice, but they were upset he was putting a stop to the possibility of The House vs Matt Shanahan finally after all this time.
Serenno, Kayla, and Railery had been far more surprised by their father's appearance than they had any right to be, as Kelly King had been very much apart from their antics throughout their entire first run in BBW. An absentee father, as it were.
King stamped his way up the steel stairs and into the ring, nearly shouting into the microphone as he adjusted his tie. "I speak for every single one of us in this arena when I say we are sick and ******** tired of your act and your awful self-insertion into the proceedings. No one wants you here and it's time for you to step the ******** aside and get out of my god damned arena!" King stated as he walked into the ring and around his family to stand between them and Matt Shanahan, staring down his oldest son as he did so.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:41 pm
Despite the disappoint that the fans were feeling, Matt couldn't help but let a sly smirk cross his lips once Kelly made his appearance and began shouting at his kids. He chuckled at the situation that King's brats had put themselves in, knowing that this time... this time they weren't going to get away with their bullshit. Once King had put himself between the two volatile elements, the General Manager spoke again.
"Looks like you brats finally pinched your daddy's nipples a bit too hard, eh? How about listen to him for once, and get the ******** out of this arena, before every goddamn security officer makes their way to thing ring. I don't want you kids to get hurt, so move it!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:06 am
There was a small pause in that moment. That moment where someone could tell that they were about to see something very very special. No one could have predicted.
"Actually... Matt..."
As King lifted the mic slowly up to his lips.
"I was... talking..."
And slowly turned around.
"To you."
And faded back behind The House, The House that HE Built, that he was talking to Matt Shanahan all along. The fans were shocked at the revelation as King stood behind the House Our Father Built now, and they turned their attention back to Matt Shanahan, staring him down. King straightened his black tie, making sure that the House was firmly between him and the General Manager, as he lifted the microphone back up to his lips.
"You didn't think this could go on forever, did you? This little pipe dream of yours? Coming into work, doing as little work as possible, day in and day out, while your Head of Talent Relations did all of the real heavy lifting, scouting talent, making sure everyone was taken care of, saving the show when it got cancelled, hell saving the show with his investment money when it was just picking up? Or did you forget that the only reason this show goes on the road to Long Beach, or Kent, or New York, or all those other places we've been, has been all because of one man?" King lifted his finger up, speaking acidically and darkly, before jabbing his thumb at himself. "Me. Me. I did this. Because the truth is, Matt, I just build the House that stands in front of you, but I built this house, this ring you stand in, this building, this entire company that you claim credit for. I made BBW. Not you. Not Marxx. Not Blackjack. Not anyone else but me."
"And now I'm taking it back." King said, running his hand through his short hair and giving Matt Shanahan a seriously sinister smile from across the ring, behind his wall of warriors.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:19 am
As Kelly King's words slowly began to spill out, the cocky look on Shanahan's face went through two very major changes. At first, a look of pure, dumb-founded shock. That look of shock shifted into one of seething rage rather quickly though. His teeth began to grind together as King continued his little rant. His eyes narrowed and the fire within them could almost be seen as clear as day. Some might say he hadn't been this furious since... well, since the last time him and King had truly clashed.
The fans sat in pure silence at the notion that King was taking over, but the Shanahan die-hards knew what would be coming, in...
Three...
Two...
One...
"YOU BACK. STABBING. SON. OF. A b***h!" Matt screamed into the microphone with enough force to blow a couple of the speakers in the arena. "You think YOU are the reason this company has succeeded?! You think YOU are the reason Bad Blood Wrestling has made it to the top?! You think YOU have ANY claim to this mountain?! The only thing YOU have claim to is that shitty little desk in the back and these three little shits who wouldn't know how to ******** fight their way out of a paper sack! I don't ********' think so, Kelly! I MADE BBW! I made this company with my bare ********' hands! Every idea, every match, every ********' champion! I molded them! I made it possible for them! I gave these fans a show that they had been longing for years! What have you done?! Hired your little kiddies and a few vandalizing ******** in the back?! Security!"
Matt roared into the microphone with a furious huff, walking away from King to look towards some security officers standing out in the crowd.
"Get in this ring and remove this family of scum from my ring!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:34 am
"Sorry Matt but... They don't work for you anymore. In fact, no one works for you anymore. In FACT none of these people who paid money to be here tonight... paid you jack s**t." King said with a s**t eating grin on his face as he gestured outward to all of his adoring, booing, fans. He turned around in a circle to exaggerate his efforts, before pointing back at Matt.
"Because BBW operates on an HBO schedule, as you and I both know since it was I who secured our TV Deal with this fantastic cable network, you know that we have an off-season in BBW. And while you went home and lay on your a** for an entire month, doing very little to plan for all of our futures, I never stopped working. Not for a single instant. I went dark, but what I was doing was of utmost importance. For myself, for these fans, and for BBW. I stood outside as you waged war on my family, and as a result, we lost three of the best wrestlers we have on staff. Following that, another one of our fantastic talents, Miss Dallas Cruz, was abducted and tortured on live television. And the last fact of the matter is, without my money, BBW simply could not operate on a weekly business. Fortunately for me, fortunately for BBW, I took this information to the BBW Board of Directors, and they agreed with me. Which is... Unfortunate, for you, of course."
King took a stand, planting his feet in the mat and fluffing out his coat jacket as he smirked, and finally he made his point crystal clear. "I now own Bad Blood Wrestling."
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:45 am
When King began to speak again, Matt ignored him for the time being. What he said couldn't be true, could it? His rage-filled gaze lingered on the guards, of which... refused to move.
"GET IN HERE!" He barked one more time without the microphone, loud enough to override whatever King was saying. After watching them continue to remain stationary, the General Manager whirled around to glare at his former best friend. Even nearly 2 years later, they still were clearly neck deep in bad blood.
"You DON'T. OWN. s**t." Matt spat back at Kelly, probably sending a nice wave of actual spit in the direction of his kids. "I built this mountain! I made this company! I don't give a single ******** what the Board says, they don't know their asses from their elbows! I refuse to let you send this company down the drain, because we BOTH know that's what's going to happen!"
Matt paused for a brief moment to catch his breath and gauge the conviction in King's eyes, just to see if he was ready to go through with what he just said. "While I breathe... Bad Blood Wrestling belongs to ME."
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:48 am
"Well. Matt. Uh. I kind of had a feeling you would say something like that, which is why I've been distracting you long enough for security to sneak up behindyouGETHIMFELLAS!" King shouted into the mic as Security Guards slid into the ring and immediately tried to wrap their arms around Matt's, trying to take him down as fast as they could and pacify the former BBW General Manager.
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:54 am
Before he could even react, Matt felt his own staff begin to try to suppress him like he was a threat.
If only they knew what a threat he could be.
As soon as two of them tried to grab hold of his arms, Matt ripped his right arm away and shot it back into the man's face, hitting him hard in the nose with his elbow. After connecting, Matt brought his fist swinging back towards his left, striking the opposite guard directly in the face as well. Right after sending both the previous challengers down to the mat, he went to the ropes and began to roughly kick any guard who tried to get in from the left side of the ring. He knew he couldn't hold out forever, but there was no way the security could contend with him.
They weren't the first he's had to hold off, it wouldn't be the last.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 5:59 pm
The security detail, one of whom had been brandishing the same tazer that had helped disarm and degrade Blackjack last summer, were swiftly dealt with by Shanahan, who was bigger and stronger than they had expected.
The House, however, had other plans entirely. Kayla and Railery dashed forward while Matt had his back turned to the security guards, and grabbed his arms, quickly forcing him to turn around, and also restraining him. Against what?
Against the flying Crown Breaker that Serenno was soaring through the air to deliver to the GM!
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ProtoWolf 2.0 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 12:58 pm
The fans were up and roaring for the now former owner of Bad Blood Wrestling. They knew in their heart of hearts that nothing could take Matt Shanahan down! He had faced the proclaimed Gods of the industry, he had climbed the tallest of mountains and thrown all off of its peaks, and he had proven time and time again that he was the one force in this industry to truly be reckoned with!
When The House's annoying duo tried to grab Matt and whirl him around, the fans knew their fate. They knew they were about to be shown the same treatment that the previous wave of security had felt.
But despite his accomplishments...
Despite everything he had faced in his career...
Despite every beating he had taken and dished out...
Nothing can prepare you for a punch delivered by a man like Serenno.
Flying through the sky with the force of a younger Shanahan, the Crown Breaker connected and sent The God of Punks down to the mat hard, limp like a massive slab of meat. With that surprise punch, the General Manager was out cold!
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