The lights in the arena go out as a machine-gun like drumbeat began to play along with loud guitar riffs.
Black and gray clouds willow in the balance as the sun falls.
Rain plays a heart warming tune, on the pavement.
Emotions stir.
Flames went up off the stage as Alexander jumped up out of the stage and Matt ran out from behind the curtain, taunting the fans.
A feeling of warmness, compassion, fullness, I feel at home.
Disguised by surroundings.
As the torn and left in the gutter seek vengeance on their mistreated lives.
As the torn and left in the cold, seek vengeance on mistreated lives.
A silhouette stands still.
Matt and Alexander began to walk down the stage, both taunting the fans. Alexander jumped around and ran his fingers through his long,black hair as Matt threw his bandana to the crowd.
A cactus on a warm summer night.
But the rain falls cold and the moon shines bright.
Black as night.
Cold as ice.
Warm as home.
Ready to live.
Stars they shoot.
In a clear.
Across the sky.
Matt began to climb up the ring steps as they reached the bottom. Alexander jumped onto the apron and did a front flip over the top rope, landing on his feet.
As does my time.
Waiting, wanting, feeling, emotion.
Crying, breaking, loving, nothing.
Clouds swallow the moon, and I’m alone,
thinking good times, and why'd they go?
Falling down, breaking down parts of ********. I need this place to get away from you
Both men stood in the middle of the ring, throwing their arms in the air as pyros went up behind them. Both men then brought their hands down as flames went off the turnbuckles and their names were called.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... weighing in at a total of 541 lb. ... Matt 'The Punk' Shanahan and 'The Flying Shadow' Alexander Dramien...They are the Hardcore Punks!"
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