The fans had been treated to one of the best shows in BBW history thus far; the Backstage War had been more action-packed than last year, three titles had already went on the line, and it was almost time for the Crimson City to go up for grabs. The crowd was just starting to die down as the announcer stepped into the ring.
"The following contest is schedule for one fall, and is fo-" The announcer had begun to declare the next contest, when the titantron suddenly flashed on, revealing the snowcovered parking lot of the park. The cars of various competitors were lined vertically along the side, though there weren't exactly any real parking spots due to the snow. After viewing the scene for a brief moment, the roar of a speeding truck echoed through the winter air, followed by a beam of headlights breaking through the snow. The truck came speeding into the parking, plowing through the snow at top speed the entire way. At the end of the parking lot, parked away from the rest of the cars, was a fancy Ford Mustang.
Right in the path of the charging vehicle.
With a resounding crash, the truck came to a stop as it collided with the side of the Mustang. Due to the size of the truck, the chained tires pushed on until they rested on top of the Mustang. The smaller vehicle whined and crunched underneath the weight of the truck, adding insult to injury on the poor vehicle. The glass shattered and the metal screeched as it was crushed; the frame gave way, officially totaling the vehicle. The Ford Mustang that belonged to a certain House member in BBW.
The camera backed up to take the whole crash into view, exposing the black Chevy Silverado that came to rest on it. The truck took minor damage to the front of it, but anyone who recognized the truck knew that such damage was the least that it had ever taken. The engines turned off and the door went wide open. Just as some expected, a tall figure jumped out of the truck and bounced onto the hood of the totaled Ford Mustang. There, stood on the hood, was the man who used to be the General Manager. The one and only, Matt Shanahan.
He looked down at the camera and twirled his baseball bat around once, a menacing weapon of destruction in his hands. "Send the calvary." He snarled before spitting down on the lens.
Matt jumped down off the hood and began to stomp through the snow, heading right towards the trailer filled area that was known as the "backstage area" of the evening. As he approached the first opening, a security guard quickly came his way. "Sir, you're not authoriz-"
The poor man became the first victim of the evening, taking a one-handed baseball bat swing to the gut. As the man doubled over, Matt pushed him down into the snow and delivered a swift kick to his ribs. This wasn't his security staff anymore; these men were hired by King. Shanahan pushed on, marching through the snow and passing by trailers as the cameraman struggled to keep up with his pace. Before too long, another security guard came around the corner and attempted to tackle Matt to the ground. The giant of a man simply sidestepped and sent the guard's head crashing into the side of a trailer, which seemed to be Sarah Skye's by the looks of the nameplate on the door.
The more he marched, the closer he got to the stage entrance of the show. As he came close to catering, or what was left of it after the War, a group of security came rushing down the path to Shanahan.
"It's about time, I was getting hungry! I've never been one to eat without my friends!" The former BBW employer bellowed with a hearty chuckle as the guards rushed at him. He grabbed the edge of one of the nearby tables as they got close, and flipped it towards them, sending it over onto two of the guards. The third managed to avoid the table and continued to rush at Shanahan; he was promptly met with a boot right to the face. As he marched by the fallen men, one managed to jump from around the corner of a trailer, sending Matt backwards into the cameraman with a sudden crash. The titantron flickered to white static after the impact.
The fans sat in confusion for a long moment afterwards, clearly left in the dark regarding Shanahan's sudden appearance. What was certain was that he was trying to get to the ring. As a result, a line of security had assembled at the bottom of the ramp, a solid five members of the staff. They stood in anticipation, clearly not certain if Matt had been halted or not. After a full minute had passed, something stirred behind the curtain...
Out came Matt Shanahan, his baseball bat no longer in hand. Instead, he was hauling the unconscious body of the guard that had managed to land a blow on him. The crowd roared in joy as the former General Manager came stomping down the snow-covered ramp, holding the guard by his belt and the back of his neck. He carried the man down the ramp, and as expected, the guards came running up the ramp to stop him in his tracks. Unfortunately for them, Matt had years to learn how to handle security guards. Like a picture right out of Matt's previous years, he lifted the guard up over his head and sent the unconscious man careening through the air and into the guards with his infamous move, The Toss. The flying guard took out the center guards, leaving two of them standing; they stopped dead in their tracks, glaring up at the invader of the evening.
Matt came to a stop as well, taking the time to meet their glares. He reached behind his back and pulled the bat loose from its holster, giving it a twirl then pointing at the one on the right. "You first? Or you?" He quizzed while pointing at the one on the left.
The right man took the opportunity to rush at Shanahan, thinking he could catch his off-guard. However, as soon as he came within reach of the bat, Matt brought it swinging back and crashing right into the side of the poor guard's head. The man flew with the momentum, right over the barricade and into the crowd.
As if on queue, the last one came charging at Matt with an adrenaline filled blow. The punch landed against the side of Matt's head, knocking his aviators off of his face. The God of Punks stumbled, and the guard jumped on him immediately. Before he could land another blow though, a hand was swiftly wrapped around his throat. Matt forced the man backwards and stood, keeping his hand firm on the man's throat. Once he was standing, he lifted the man high in the air, glaring up into his eyes. Matt's cold, soulless gaze trained on him for quite some time, simply suspending the man in the air, choking the life out of him. Just when it seemed the man was about to pass out, Matt turned and threw the man up the ramp, letting his body crash and bounce against the cold steel of the ramp.
Shanahan took a moment to look around at his handiwork, the last line of King's security, so it seemed. With a sigh, he leaned down and picked his aviators up out of the snow, sliding them back into place before he continued down the ramp. With the momentum of the roaring crowd, Matt finished his warpath to the ring. He jumped onto the apron and stepped through the ropes, bringing himself toe to toe with the announcer who had apparently not left. Shanahan glared at the man and held out his hand, motioning for the microphone; much to everyone's expectations, the man complied and handed him the device.
"Now shoo." Matt boomed through the sound-system, which sent the announcer scrambling through the ropes.
He readjusted himself to stand in the center of the ring, baseball bat in his right and microphone in the other. His eyes gazed around at the sea of fans, those that had braved this frozen weather to see one of the biggest events in BBW: Winter Warfare. They cheered and screamed for their former show master, happy to finally have him in the BBW ring once again. If only he was actually allowed there.
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"The following contest is schedule for one fall, and is fo-" The announcer had begun to declare the next contest, when the titantron suddenly flashed on, revealing the snowcovered parking lot of the park. The cars of various competitors were lined vertically along the side, though there weren't exactly any real parking spots due to the snow. After viewing the scene for a brief moment, the roar of a speeding truck echoed through the winter air, followed by a beam of headlights breaking through the snow. The truck came speeding into the parking, plowing through the snow at top speed the entire way. At the end of the parking lot, parked away from the rest of the cars, was a fancy Ford Mustang.
Right in the path of the charging vehicle.
With a resounding crash, the truck came to a stop as it collided with the side of the Mustang. Due to the size of the truck, the chained tires pushed on until they rested on top of the Mustang. The smaller vehicle whined and crunched underneath the weight of the truck, adding insult to injury on the poor vehicle. The glass shattered and the metal screeched as it was crushed; the frame gave way, officially totaling the vehicle. The Ford Mustang that belonged to a certain House member in BBW.
The camera backed up to take the whole crash into view, exposing the black Chevy Silverado that came to rest on it. The truck took minor damage to the front of it, but anyone who recognized the truck knew that such damage was the least that it had ever taken. The engines turned off and the door went wide open. Just as some expected, a tall figure jumped out of the truck and bounced onto the hood of the totaled Ford Mustang. There, stood on the hood, was the man who used to be the General Manager. The one and only, Matt Shanahan.
He looked down at the camera and twirled his baseball bat around once, a menacing weapon of destruction in his hands. "Send the calvary." He snarled before spitting down on the lens.
Matt jumped down off the hood and began to stomp through the snow, heading right towards the trailer filled area that was known as the "backstage area" of the evening. As he approached the first opening, a security guard quickly came his way. "Sir, you're not authoriz-"
The poor man became the first victim of the evening, taking a one-handed baseball bat swing to the gut. As the man doubled over, Matt pushed him down into the snow and delivered a swift kick to his ribs. This wasn't his security staff anymore; these men were hired by King. Shanahan pushed on, marching through the snow and passing by trailers as the cameraman struggled to keep up with his pace. Before too long, another security guard came around the corner and attempted to tackle Matt to the ground. The giant of a man simply sidestepped and sent the guard's head crashing into the side of a trailer, which seemed to be Sarah Skye's by the looks of the nameplate on the door.
The more he marched, the closer he got to the stage entrance of the show. As he came close to catering, or what was left of it after the War, a group of security came rushing down the path to Shanahan.
"It's about time, I was getting hungry! I've never been one to eat without my friends!" The former BBW employer bellowed with a hearty chuckle as the guards rushed at him. He grabbed the edge of one of the nearby tables as they got close, and flipped it towards them, sending it over onto two of the guards. The third managed to avoid the table and continued to rush at Shanahan; he was promptly met with a boot right to the face. As he marched by the fallen men, one managed to jump from around the corner of a trailer, sending Matt backwards into the cameraman with a sudden crash. The titantron flickered to white static after the impact.
The fans sat in confusion for a long moment afterwards, clearly left in the dark regarding Shanahan's sudden appearance. What was certain was that he was trying to get to the ring. As a result, a line of security had assembled at the bottom of the ramp, a solid five members of the staff. They stood in anticipation, clearly not certain if Matt had been halted or not. After a full minute had passed, something stirred behind the curtain...
Out came Matt Shanahan, his baseball bat no longer in hand. Instead, he was hauling the unconscious body of the guard that had managed to land a blow on him. The crowd roared in joy as the former General Manager came stomping down the snow-covered ramp, holding the guard by his belt and the back of his neck. He carried the man down the ramp, and as expected, the guards came running up the ramp to stop him in his tracks. Unfortunately for them, Matt had years to learn how to handle security guards. Like a picture right out of Matt's previous years, he lifted the guard up over his head and sent the unconscious man careening through the air and into the guards with his infamous move, The Toss. The flying guard took out the center guards, leaving two of them standing; they stopped dead in their tracks, glaring up at the invader of the evening.
Matt came to a stop as well, taking the time to meet their glares. He reached behind his back and pulled the bat loose from its holster, giving it a twirl then pointing at the one on the right. "You first? Or you?" He quizzed while pointing at the one on the left.
The right man took the opportunity to rush at Shanahan, thinking he could catch his off-guard. However, as soon as he came within reach of the bat, Matt brought it swinging back and crashing right into the side of the poor guard's head. The man flew with the momentum, right over the barricade and into the crowd.
As if on queue, the last one came charging at Matt with an adrenaline filled blow. The punch landed against the side of Matt's head, knocking his aviators off of his face. The God of Punks stumbled, and the guard jumped on him immediately. Before he could land another blow though, a hand was swiftly wrapped around his throat. Matt forced the man backwards and stood, keeping his hand firm on the man's throat. Once he was standing, he lifted the man high in the air, glaring up into his eyes. Matt's cold, soulless gaze trained on him for quite some time, simply suspending the man in the air, choking the life out of him. Just when it seemed the man was about to pass out, Matt turned and threw the man up the ramp, letting his body crash and bounce against the cold steel of the ramp.
Shanahan took a moment to look around at his handiwork, the last line of King's security, so it seemed. With a sigh, he leaned down and picked his aviators up out of the snow, sliding them back into place before he continued down the ramp. With the momentum of the roaring crowd, Matt finished his warpath to the ring. He jumped onto the apron and stepped through the ropes, bringing himself toe to toe with the announcer who had apparently not left. Shanahan glared at the man and held out his hand, motioning for the microphone; much to everyone's expectations, the man complied and handed him the device.
"Now shoo." Matt boomed through the sound-system, which sent the announcer scrambling through the ropes.
He readjusted himself to stand in the center of the ring, baseball bat in his right and microphone in the other. His eyes gazed around at the sea of fans, those that had braved this frozen weather to see one of the biggest events in BBW: Winter Warfare. They cheered and screamed for their former show master, happy to finally have him in the BBW ring once again. If only he was actually allowed there.
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