Matt Violence vs Mystery

[Mighty Man Millson]

Main-event
Singles Match
Mystery Opponent vs Matt Violence
Matt Violence was originally scheduled to face off against Jack Noble in a champion vs champion match, but due to a family bereavement, Noble will not be able to compete tonight so a Mystery Guest will be covering on his behalf.
Referee: John Blackwood

Promo round ends on Tuesday

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The scene opens up in front of a tattered EVPW backdrop – something that used to serve as a background for the interview section years back. In front of the black piece of cloth stands a figure with his back turned against the camera; his raven locks swept over his bare back. The environment is dimly lit, but something stands out through the black and shadows – a piece of gold that glitters bright.

“So, we meet again, aye guys?”

The figure speaks out in a low tune, almost murmuring but loud enough to be audible.

“I know how a lot of you internet smarks have probably got me, and for Matt T. Violence, I know how he picked up my voice like it was a golden ticket to a title match. You see, I have been around this hall for way too long... WAY TOO LONG... and in fact, have been around before you pricks decided to move onto this flashy airwave to tune into EVPW. I have been around when this place was a grizzled one, with superstars after superstars paving that aisle and shedding their blood, sweat and tears to entertain the blood thirsty fans back in it's birthplace – Concord, California!”

A low shot of cheers is heard in the background, seemingly from the core EVPW fans, who have been following the product since it's birth.

“But then, EVPW today has become a more family oriented product. EVPW today has become more of a company that's focused on filling up the tummy of the entire family, so that the mothers in the trailers wouldn't have to care of switching off the channel for their kids! In fact, EVPW today has lost all it's edge, and is nothing more than a rusty dagger that has been shined by a bunch of idiots in business suits!”

A louder round of cheers is heard in the background; more crowd joining the cheer-wagon this time to go with the notion of this mystery figure.

“You know, I was the same when they plagued the company before. I was the same – the vibrant one in the spectrum who was focused on bashing Mr. Zero's head through his billion dollar Porsche's window and get done with it! Hell, I was one of those guys who would just bring out a shovel, bash Grockadoc's head till he bleed for the Company to hear us out. I fought to bring back that same edgy EVPW – the one that was meant to boil the blood of the youngsters; the one that was meant to bring out that adrenaline rush from the degenerates! But then...”

The figure pauses for a while, before audibly taking in a deep breath and continuing his speech.

“Then came the day when the doors of EVPW was shut, calling in a hiatus! Then came the day when the fans walked out of the Lockdown hall, and moved to other wrestling products that served them with more. The other shows were, of course, bullshit in comparison to what Genesis used to bring in plate, and well... that just disgusted me! You call yourselves fans when you turn your back when our plugs get pulled? You call yourselves fans when you just turn your backs to your heroes, who put their entire life against their employers and fight for you?! I don't think I can go on with it anymore, and to wrap it up, Amen to the Company and [bleep] in the rear end for you bunch-a-crusaders! I have been down that line, and well, [bleep] it! I'm not in anymore!”

The figure shakes a little as the crowd start to jeer, before speaking out in a cold tone, almost as cold as a vindictive serial killer.

“This is the last draw, EVPW, and I have came here to represent the new wave. I have fought, I have been battered, and I have dropped my last breath... all for YOU, and you paid me with nothing more than ignorance! This is my time, people, and there would be no more pandering the crowd, or tunning up the band! This is my time, bitches, and you better take note 'cause I am...”

The figure turns and reveals himself to be the Hardcore Prince, Shawn Dreamer, with his old Imperial championship draped over his shoulder. Not a happy camper at all, the Floridian continues with his words, howling right at the camera for the world to hear out.

“I am Shawn FUCKIN' Dreamer, and I'm here to do what's right! No longer shall I be known as the Hardcore Prince 'cause I'm sick and tired of you pathetic bunch! It's about time I do what's right: join the Company and never look back! Also, It's about time I take back what I never lost. It's about time become the champion of EVPW once again, and reclaim what has been mine for months! I'm the true champion of Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling, and it's time I make it official once again. Matter of fact, the way I see it, I never had lost my place in the throne, and tonight Matt, consider yourself as a stepping stone to my charge through the locker room... oh wait, you have been that for like ever!”

With that being said, the ex-Hardcore Prince chuckles and walks away from the frame, leaving to the camera to slowly zoom onto the old EVPW backdrop and then fade to black.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

...And with that fade to black, the camera returned to the arena, with the EVPW fans screaming at the top of their lungs - jeering hard, seemingly through with their cool. Just then, to pour further gasoline all over, the PA system bursts out with the hit number of Face to Face, "God is a Man", making it clear that it's main event time now! The intensity of the jeers grow tenfold by this, but then, it really doesn't matter; the Man once known as the Hardcore Prince walks out through the curtain with a sheepish grin etched upon his face, before he stops at the top of the aisle. Dressed in denim blue tights and old black EVPW merchandise t-shirt, the Florida's Pride eyes the crowd for a while - sarcasm all over his face - before starting to make his way down the silver inclined plane, and getting Lizzie to introduce him to the crowd.

Lizzie: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall and is the main event for the night. Introducing first, from Jacksonville, Florida, the former Imperial champion, the RETURNING, Shawn DREAMERRRRR!

About the time Lizzie is done with the introduction, the former Imperial champion had made his mark inside the ring, by sliding under the bottom rope. He pushes the canvas and gets up, before walking to the corner and settling himself there, all set for the match. He eyes the curtain and licks his lips, all set to inflict pain upon his opponent of the night, rival of a lifetime - Matthew "Violence" Turnbull.

Jimmy Pate: Well, I don't know what to say about this, but I was a big fan of this guy back in the days. Shawn, a true EVPW soldier, has now turned his back to all of us, folks, and I must say that I have lost a lump of respect toward this guy, as of right now.

Ray White: Oh well, for the first time in the past four years, this guy has finally got me to jizz in my pants. I mean, I never expected him to be the mystery guy, but well, after hearing what he just said, I'm sailing high in his canoe!

Jimmy Pate: I feel sorry for you, Ray. You can just never stop browning your nose!

Ray White: Says the guy who used to visit him in the locker room week in and week out!

TBC;

[Matt Violence]

Entrance/Promo:

The Company's Shawn Dreamer stands in the far corner of the ring, his eyes are glued to the black curtain, as he awaits the arrival of his long-term adversary to make his first appearance after his suffering his first loss at the hands of the SIC Maniac. His wait is short-lived once Danzig's "Mother" hits the PA system. The fans' mood instantly shifts now that they have the piece of mind that Dreamer is a mere minute away from getting his ass kicked. The sound of Matt's name being chanted brings a sour expression on the repackaged Hardcore Prince.

Lizzie Morna: "Making his way to the ring, he is your Knockout Champion, ladies and gentlemen give it up for The Ultraviolent Superstar, Matt VIOLENCE!"

With a stern, serious look on his mug, the Ultraviolent One himself steps from behind the black curtain with his title slung over his left shoulder. Instead of his usual theatrics, the Philadelphia Hero makes a b-line straight towards the ring, with the fans cheers pushing him faster down the entrance ramp. When he finally nears the ring, he throws his championship belt carelessly over the top rope, letting the ten pound gold strap hit the canvas with a thump, stirring up the thin layer of dust on its surface in the process. He walks around the other side of the ring, procures a microphone ans slides in the ring, directly next to Dreamer's boots. Pushing himself up to his feet, the Ruthless Warrior strides over and scoops his title off the canvas and re-positions it over his shoulder and takes center stage as his theme song dies down.

Matt Violence: "Everybody, please give a warm welcome to Shawn Dreamer!"

Obviously sensing the sarcasm in MV's voice they flood the arena with anger-filled jeers. With a smug grin, Dreamer shakes his head and stares a hole right through Matt's face as he continues to speak to his large fan base.

Matt Violence: "For those of your who have the pleasure of not knowing who this has been is, he is the man who for the last 3 years of my career I've been competing with for the lower-mid card spotlight. I don't think there was a time we've met in the ring that we haven't beaten the shit out of each other. Admittedly, he's gotten the best of me 9 out of 10 times... However...However, this was before I cam back ten times better than I was. This was before I beat Bryan Hawk. Before I put Crazy Boy through hell in a cage match. This was before I became the first ever EVPW Knockout Champion!"

The fans explode into cheers, loving the sheer intensity in MV's voice. With anger filling his small, brown eyes Matt lifts his head up and turns his gaze over to Shawn himself. With a slightly disappointing look on his face.

Matt Violence: "The sad thing is Dreamer, I actually use to respect you. I respected for what we turned this company into, for how we climbed the ranks together, and for how every time we mixed it up in this four sided hell, we never disappoint the fans. When those like Metal Dragon, Matt Oliveira and Vlad went AWOL for months at a time, it was you and I Dreamer who kept hardcore's heart beating. You and I pushed each other until neither of us could be pushed no longer. But I can see it in your eyes now Dreamer. That's right, I can see it. I can see the weakness. The self-pity. You're not half of what you were, I noticed that long ago too Dreamer, when I logged on to EVPW.com and saw you holding your newly earned Imperial Championship. I saw the look on your face, you couldn't believe it just like everybody else, you knew you didn't deserve that title. You knew the talent at the time was weak and you knew that just because you held the gold, you weren't honestly a champion. I am a champion Dreamer! I am something you wish you were, and I can tell you're hurting over it. Yes, you beat me week in and week out, but then you watched recently as I grew into something you didn't. A true champion."

Matt lower the microphone to his side, allowing the words to rub into Dreamer, sinking in deep to his heart. Shawn looks at the floor as if disgusted by what Matt has just said. As silence takes over the arena, Shawn holds his hand over the top rope, requesting somebody bring him a microphone so that he can respond to Matt's verbal beating. After getting one, he slowly walks over to MV in a non-threatening manner. He still seems almost hurt and moved by Violence's speech. Stepping face to face with his adversary, Shawn begins to speak.

Shawn Dreamer: "I..."

The next thing heard throughout the arena is a thump followed by the sound of annoying static. Dreamer instead of speaking into the microphone, uses it as a weapon, hammering it against the forehead. Another static sound is heard as Matt's grip is lost and his mic and title clunk to the canvas. He falls back against the ring ropes and Dreamer continues on with the attack. Matt is whipped across the ring with an Irish Whip and Dreamer drops his mic, replacing it with Matt's own title. When the Real-Life Rocky comes dashing back Dreamer cracks him right in the head, busting him open with his Knockout Championship. Dreamer orders for the ring official to ring the bell and he does so as Dreamer hooks Matt's leg for a pin. The ref clears the ring of the weapons before falling into position and counting the cheap pin.

Jimmy Pate: "What!? How can this be? This match is a singles match and Dreamer just busted Matt open with his belt!"
Ray White: "Well, he technically did it before the match so that ref can't really do anything in this position."

OOC: Wanted to put some emotion into this match, so I went the extra yard. Welcome back Dreamer, best of luck.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

ONE!

Before the referee could replicate his action and slap the canvas for the second time, the Knockout champion shoots his legs up, breaking off the pinfall attempt and showing the world that it would take more than a cheap shot to knock him down for good. The resiliency of Matt, however, doesn't appeal the former Imperial champion at all as gloomy clouds of frustration is seen to cover up his face. He slowly gets off the fallen carcass of Matt and sits up, before covering up his face and shake his head, unable to believe and comprehend with what just happened. The frustration level inside the Floridian has gone up by tenfold with the act of the Real Life Rocky, and it reflects clearly as Shawn lets his hands fall – his face covered with a melancholic mask. But then, he soon realizes that sitting around wouldn't help him, and so he let out a deep breath, before getting up to a vertical base, courtesy to the canvas around him. Once up on his heels, Dreamer reaches out for the bare scalp of Turnbull and starts to pull him up through a slow process – first got him up on his left knee, and then up on his spaghetti limbs. But then, before Dreamer could even pull the Philly native up fully and perform a maneuver on him, Matt shows his power of will and jolts forward, sending his shoulder blade to ram against the abdominal wall of the Floridian. Like a well constructed battering ram at work, the shoulder tackle of Matt works like a miracle, and sends the Grand Slam champion of EVPW down to the canvas, clutching onto his solar plexus. A new surge of life is observed amidst the crowd right after the tackle; the fans simply can't rejoice enough at the fact that their hero is on top again! The sudden shower of cheer acts like a shot of elixir of life for the Pennsylvanian as he is seen to shake his head to remove the cobwebs – to be as fresh as he was at the start of the match – and walk up to Dreamer, before unloading a flurry of mudhole stomps onto the fallen carcass of the Company's Prince.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it's always said that the good shines above all, and you're witnessing a true event before your eyes, folks, as Matt Violence takes it up to the returning, shrewd Shawn Dreamer. I don't know what Dreamer was thinking right there – putting his back against the world – but he's sure getting his medicine for it!”

“Jimmy, I often don't understand that who do you actually support. You liked this guy when he used to be a suck-up and now you hate him to the core. The next day, when Mr. Zero will start to be a suck-up, you all will cheer him! This is biased journalism, man, and I don't support it!”

“Ha, says the man who browns his nose LITERALLY for people with better physique! You're the epitome of biasness, Ray; you have been doing it since day one, and sadly enough, I would have to sit next to you week in and week out for the last four years and listen to your gibberish!”

“They just can't have enough of me, Jim. Envy me!”

Pouring all his anger down with the repeated stomps, Matt slowly backs away from Dreamer, leaving the former Imperial champion crumbled inward. He looks around and eyes the crowd for a while, before hitting the reverse gear and head out for the ropes behind him, seeking to gain further momentum. The ropes doesn't disappoint him either; the trio of chords stretch the furthest as Matt bounces off them and charges toward Dreamer with his utmost velocity. The teary eyes of the Company's Golden Boy could only eye the fright train in the form of Matt Violence head his way and hit him hard against the sternum with his shin. The hard shot to the ribcage sends the Floridian Prince roll away, and eventually end up under the bottom rope of the other side – his arms crossed over his reddened chest like a shield. The agony filled face of Shawn brings up a wide grin upon face of the Knockout champion, and he makes a charge for his fallen adversary once again, sliding down to the canvas as he draws near. Like a heat-seeking missile hitting right on target, the boots of Turnbull hits Dreamer right on the same region – the already injured ribcage – and sends him flying out of the ring, toward the guard rails. However, the mass of Extreme Technician isn't enough to sail through the projected distance, and ends up landing over the bare concrete floor, to which the crowd cheers hard. A sharp scream of agony escapes the lips of Dreamer soon after the collision, before he curls up once again and shivers, trying his best to keep up with his consciousness to fight off the pain.

“That is a true EVPW champion at work, folks, and for which EVPW lives even today! It's a shame how we had Dreamer as the top champion before we had our doors shut last year. I guess the authority was so ashamed that they retired the Imperial championship for good as they brought EVPW to life again!”

“The Imperial championship has been the most prestigious title EVPW could ever offer, and that man right there – the man you all hate now – was the last of that clan. Dreamer, I know how I said things about you before, but you have been the man, dude! I wouldn't mind being under you any day!”

The Philly native eyes his adversary for a while, checking for any sign of life in him, before walking out of the ring, ever so confidently, as if he had got this thing won. Once stepped outside the box, the Ultraviolent one grabs the raven locks of Dreamer and starts to clamber him up, struggling a little throughout the entire process due to the difference in mass. However, before Matt could get the Prince of Censorship up fully, he gets shot in the head by his own medicine; the veteran instinct of the Floridian had got him well aware of the Knockout champion's effort, and he turns it futile with an elbow shot to the jaw. The sudden blow to the face sends the Real Life Rocky flying back, but he quickly grabs a hold of himself and scurries back at Dreamer, only to receive a huge knife-edge chop against the sternum. The Jacksonville's Pride follows his offense up with two more of the chops, and in turn, gains the jeers of the audience. “FUCK Y'ALL!” screams Shawn in retaliation of the crowd's negativity, and that just increases the intensity of the boo-fest. But then, he realizes that the referee has already started his count and had reached up till six. In an attempt to keep his chances of making a victorious return alive, the Censored Prince grabs Matt by the back of his skull and throws him in, before following his opponent's suite.

TBC;

((Aight, I know this kinda sucks, but I guess it's good enough for a return after months. xD I'll try to be better the next time I post.))

[Matt Violence]

While on all fours Dreamer begins to roll Matt away from the ropes and hooks his leg, hopping for a three count this time. His second pin attempt is to no avail however, because the resilience of Matt Violence ends up shining through once again as he blasts his shoulder off the mat. Dreamer curses under his breath and begins to step up to a vertical base, dragging his career-long nemesis along with him. On spaghetti limps, it’s easy for Matt to be forced into the nearest corner by Dreamer where the Ultraviolent One now falls victim to a combination of elbow, punches and knees. Each blow hits Matt with gradually increasing force until Dreamer mixes it up a little bit and grips MV by the wrist and lower triceps. Pulling back and twisting on the heel of his boots, the returning Floridian Irish Whips his adversary across the ring into the diagonal turnbuckle, where Matt collides back first with. The force nearly forces the Real Life Rocky to rebound off the turnbuckle and stumble forward, but MV grips the ropes to prevent himself from doing so. The sound of Shawn’s boots thumping against the canvas wakes the Knockout Champion from his slumber, as he knows Dreamer is making his way towards him. Matt’s head pops up and he watches as Mr. Company approaches at a high speed. The Prince of Censorship hurls himself into the air, exposing his chest by spreading his arms wide out to his side; ready to collide against his smaller opponent, who wisely drops to the canvas and rolls out of harm’s way. With nobody home, SD’s weight rattles the entire ring as he collides with the lightly padded steal turnbuckles.

A grunt escapes the lips of the Jacksonville native as he hugs the top rope as to not fall to the canvas. From behind him Matt Violence senses the opportunity to capitalize once again and locks his fingers in front of Dreamer’s waist whilst sliding his head under the bigger man’s arm. Exploiting tremendous strength, the Make-Shift Wrestler picks his foe off the canvas and forces him into an uncomfortable seated position on the top rope, with him facing away from the center of the ring and out into the sea of fans; all off which are enjoying the punishment he’s taking. Instead of climbing up to Shawn’s level Matt pulls Dreamer down by his hair, leaving him hanging by his leg down the three turnbuckles. Sensing the danger he is in, Shawn begins to plea for his adversary to let him down as he looks up at the smirking Matt. The Ultraviolent One answers with nothing but a fury of kicks to the chest region of his foe, forcing the air out of his lungs and causing extreme pain with each devastating kick. Sufficed with the damage he dished out, Matt hunkers over and lifts his wounded adversary up into a seated position, then turns around so that he is now back to back with Shawn. The fans anticipate his next move with high expectations. MV reaches over his shoulder with his right arm and wraps it around the Ex-Prince of Hardcore’s dome, locking his hand on Dreamer’s chin before leaping forward and falling to the mat, thus dragging him unceremoniously off of the turnbuckle. With both their heavy frames hitting the canvas with a loud thud, the returning Dreamer’s neck cracks uncomfortably on the boney edge of Matt’s shoulder blade.

Ray White: “Dear God! Matt almost broke Shawn’s neck with that move, I can’ imagine the pain Dreamer must be experiencing right now!”
Jimmy Pate: “Agreed! That was a stunning Neck Breaker. Looks like Matt hasn’t let his loss to Rhaps get to him too much; he doesn’t seem to have missed a beat!”

A loud pop is heard resonating from behind the security rail, the fans obviously loving each and every second of the Make-Shift Wrestler’s performance thus far. The Philly native turns over and pushes himself up to his knees, grabbing a lock of Shawn’s dark chocolate locks in the process. Matt uses his grip on SD’s hair to pull him up to a vertical base and whips him across the ring with an Irish-whip. Patiently, he stands in the center of the ring and Shawn is coerced into colliding with the ropes. They give about six inches then send the Heavyweight back towards Violence at a higher velocity. Matt steps forward, his arm extended out to his side and attempts to flatten the returnee with a Clothesline, but Dreamer ducks his head right under Matt’s arm leaving him swinging at nothing but air. Faster than the speed of lightning, Dreamer goes on the offensive and grabs MV’s head, forcing him to awkwardly been backwards, before he tightens his arm around the champion’s head. Swinging his leg for the extra momentum, Shawn falls backwards and drives the crown of MV’s head into the unforgiving canvas. The audience let out a disappointed sigh all at once, as Dreamer reclaims his vertical base and looks down at his writing opponent with a smirk etched in his mug.

Ray White: “And just like that everything changes.”
Jimmy Pate: “That’s just a part of the sport. Make one mistake and your opponent can capitalize just like that!”

As only to taunt the fans and add salt to Matt Violence’s fresh wounds, the Company’s new little puppet throws his arms triumphantly in the air with the same smug grin on his face; the jeers not at all effecting his momentum in any way shape or form. Now with the ball in his court the Floridian hunkers over and picks MV’s legs off of the canvas. Respectively, he locks both of MV’s legs underneath of his armpits, looking to turn the Ultraviolent Superstar and lock a Boston Crab in. Matt does his best to fight the hold, bridging low on his shoulders, swaying the opposite way Dreamer is struggling to turn him but in the end he is turned on to his stomach. An even wider smile brightens the face of the Company’s right hand man as he squats down putting tremendous pressure on Matt’s lower back. Relentlessly, Shawn reclines back as far as he can. Matt panics and begins to scream, all whist thrashing violently trying to free himself, but it look to be damn-near impossible. His arms flail around aimlessly as he becomes closer and closer into tapping out.

[Matt Violence]

Done.