Adam Jones vs Shawn Dreamer }{ Main Event

[Desperado]

Main-event
Hardcore Match
Shawn Dreamer vs Adam Jones
For our Main Event, Shawn Dreamer, who has returned to become the Knockout Champion in just his second match with take on Adam Jones, the man dying to get his hands on the title.
Referee: John Blackwood

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The scene opens up inside the Solid Core Gym at an odd hour, with no one around the entire establishment. There’s nothing but silence that flows in the air – the very air that turns ever so stern during the Saturday evenings, with the EVPW fans out to witness the shows. There’s not even a single sign of life, but one. There is no heartbeat to heed out to, but if one has extra-ordinary senses, he would pick up the beating of one… and the heartbeat belongs to none other the Prince of Censorship, Shawn Dreamer. Dreamer, sitting on one of the chairs near the exit door, has his head titled back and his eyes closed, as he starts to speak, starting something that’s often termed as a monologue.

“Four years back, this was the place where I stood to witness Vladimir Strife battle the SIC monster, Rhaps. This was the very seat that I had as I saw the Godking take the better off Rhaps, and defeat him to continue on with his undefeated streak. I remember how I jeered along with every other EVPW fans back then, just because Vladimir was on the end of despicable things around here. I remembered how I was one of the people, and that just motivated me to go on and sign the dotted line, and be one of those people in the ring. I came down to EVPW to hear the people’s cheer, to be a common man that comes in from the crowd… the crowd that never fails to identify light and dark… never!”

Dreamer lifts his head up and positions it straight, before opening his eyes ever so dramatically, looking into the camera. The eyes of the Floridian are bloodshot; resembling that of a fierce dragon that has came up from his hibernation after eons. He starts to speak soon after, speaking out in a similar tone as before.

“But as I started to run through the ropes, I realized how there was a thin line between the ones behind the guard rail and the people in the ring. Once I started to pace around the squared circle, I started to know how the veil that separates backstage from the world is quite not the proverbial one as I assumed it to be. I slowly learned that you people are probably the worst possible specimen of human beings, and to be honest, I really don’t give a fuck to what you people say anymore! I have learned all that’s need to be learned over the past few years, and now that I’m completely “matured”, there’s no need to suck up to you fans anymore. No longer do I need to suck up to you bitches anymore. I have had heard the truth, the bittersweet truth, and had embraced it… and have turned into a padre of truth… a bishop, a preacher of reality! I’m the ultimate brand that you may get around… I’m known around the world… I’m Shawn “Fucking” Dreamer, and there’s nothing you can do to lower me to the world!”

Dreamer smirks ever so sinisterly, as if he could hear the masses, jeering their heart out. The negativity of the fans had turned into something soothing for the Censored Prince over the past few weeks – something more beautiful and vibrant than the symphonies of Beethoven and Mozart. Once he’s done visualizing the rowdy crowd through his mind’s eyes, he gets back to his rants, speaking out once more.

“Last week in Australia, I happened to beat that phony Matt Violence and win this coveted Knockout championship. I finally destroyed the curl of force field around him, and defeated him for the second straight time. I destroyed that veil of invincibility that was around Matt, and if you’re listening to me, man, you should thank me ‘cause I just happened to let you off your duty for good. I know you’re probably in the intensive care just about now and can’t hear me out, but you should just thank me for setting you free from being the hero. Remember my kryptonite campaign in the EVPW site? I guess I just happened to be your kryptonite, Turnbull, and destroy you through and through!”

Dreamer pauses and sneers, before continuing with his rants - moving over to other issues, maybe?

“And that brings me to my next victim, Adam Jones – a kid I watched to slowly evolve. I have seen that kid more than anything and fought him several times, but this is completely a whole different ground now. I have seen what he had to say the other night – which, of course, was a total rip-off of what I said the other night – and I just got one word for him – wannabe! He’s a pathetic wannabe who wants to be me, and had followed my footstep throughout his career. The Hardcore Prince to the Hardcore Icon, to now the no-bullshit giving perfectionist… Adam, you’re nothing more than just another rip-off that wishes to be Shawn Dreamer someday. You’re one of those fools who try to infringement my gimmick and try to pave the way. But then, tonight, that sore taste in your mouth will evaporate before you know. That attitude of yours will sublime in thin air ‘cause tonight, not only will I destroy you physically, but I’ll also destroy that mirror inside you that copies me to the fullest. Tonight, I’ll not be the Censorship King, Adam… tonight, I’m pulling my former roots to keep on with my winning spree…”

Suddenly, Shawn gets up from his seat and grabs the chair by its legs, before pulling it up in the air and in turn, folding it up. He then takes a wild swing at the camera, getting the cameraman to jump back and save himself from the wrath of the Floridian. It takes a while for the cameraman to regain his control, and once he does, he frames the Prince of Censorship once more – the Floridian had lost it for real as he trembles in anger.

“…prepare to lose your head tonight, Jones, ‘cause the Hardcore Prince of the Company is out of the bag for one night only!”

With the image of Dreamer’s glaring eyes and reddish face, the camera fades to black, heading off to nothingness and ending the feed.

TBC Adam;
Just a little teaser toward our match, and oh well, that's my first RP right there.

[Mighty Man Millson]

The scene opens in an expansively decorated locker room, situated in the dingy, gloomily lit hallways of the Solid Core Gymnasium. Inside the locker room, Adam Jones sits on a furnished couch, staring intently at a widescreen TV propped up on the white painted wall. The man behind the camera lens can just about make out the image of the current Knockout champion, the veteran known as Shawn Dreamer, speaking to the camera on the television screen. It doesn't take the brightest of sparks to work out that Jones is reliving the harsh words spoken indirectly to him by Dreamer, only mere hours before their main event match on Saturday Night Knockout, aptly named this week, by virtue of the chances of a knockout blow by one of these competitors. Adam shakes his head at the antics and the, as of yet, idle threats of the Hardcore Prince, before a rustling from the cameraman alerts the Hardcore Icon to his presence. AJ turns around without hint of consternation, before tapping his wrist in the universal sign of lateness.

What took you so long? You were supposed to be here 5 minutes ago. What? Speak up!

Having only managed an unsatisfactory mumble in response to the question, the cameraman tries to find his words, but before he can answer, Jones shakes his cranium for a second time and dismissively waves his arm at the crew member.

You know what? No-one cares. Now come over here, do your job and keep the camera rolling.

The cameraman does as instructed, hurriedly scurrying over to the EVPW superstar, before placing the camera on it's tripod and adjusting it until it faces the Hardcore Icon in his entirety as he sits on the brown couch, completely relaxed. Once the deed is done, the crew member gives Adam a nod of completion, Jones responding with a thumb to the locker room door, signalling the cameraman to leave, which he does in double-quick time. Once the man is gone, AJ turns to face the stationary camera once more and he smiles, his signature cocky front showing his lack of camera shyness, as he begins to enunciate to the EVPW audience.

As you all know, tonight, you, the EVPW fans, are being treated to a spectacle of a main event. On one hand, you have the Knockout champion, a man who has only had two matches since he's returned to this company and has already caught the imagination of the fans, albeit in a negative manner. I am of course talking about Shawn Dreamer. And on the other hand, you have a man who has given his body and soul to every wrestling ring in the US to entertain the fans in any kind of Hardcore environment. I am of course, talking about myself, your Hardcore Icon, Adam Jones.

Jones stops for a moment, debating whether to omit certain points he had prepared for this screen time, debating any additions, but he decides to go with what brought him to the dance. Adam slowly takes his black sunglasses off his eyes and stares intently at the camera, his gaze almost directed at Shawn Dreamer instead.

Make no bones about it, Shawn Dreamer, you are without doubt, one of the greatest wrestlers in EVPW history. And tonight, I know that you will take the fight to me. But while you call yourself the Hardcore Prince, I call myself the Hardcore Icon and I call myself that not because of my self-centered and arrogant persona, I call myself that because I've been in more Hardcore matches than you've had dates, Dreamboy. What you have to realise is that I've turned a new leaf. And that makes me a lot more dangerous than you think.

Jones slides backwards in his chair a little, relaxing slightly, possibly a prelude to more cockiness and arrogance, or perhaps simply an experienced head that feels no nerves when he prepares for high-profile matches? AJ continues.

You seem to think I'm just a naive little kid, Shawn, but I'm not. Not any more, at least. I've realised what you've realised, one of the many similarities we have. I've realised that pandering to the fans and putting your body on the line merely to impress and entertain them is just a quick-fire way to shorten your career while getting you nowhere. The Adam Jones you see before you is not that guy anymore. The Adam Jones you see before you is a cold, calculating, talented winner. The losing streak I've been on simply motivates me to get the victory over you and earn another shot at the Knockout title, a title which will not validate my career, but will validate my change in attitude. A change in attitude that you and me both have been a part of.

Jones clutches his sunglasses and places them underneath the furrows of his eyebrows once more, before standing to his fullest verticality and walking over to the camera, separating the implement from it's tripod and staring one last time into the lens.

We're going to put on a show tonight and the crowd will lap up the extreme moments, cheer the brutality and adulate for the moments which will go down in history, but I'm not focused on what they think anymore. I'm simply focused on defeating you, Dreamer. So Hardcore Prince, you'd better get ready, because one way or another, you'll be remembering this match, this event, this moment, for a long time. Good luck... champ.

Jones smirks his evil smirk with renewed vigour as he says these final words and with almost poetic implications, Jones switches the camera off, signalling not only the end of his tyrannical speech, but potentially the end of his losing streak, of Shawn Dreamer's winning streak and the end of the Adam Jones we all know and love. The end of the true Hardcore Icon. Maybe forever.

TBC- Good luck, Dreamer. You're bringing out the best in me.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The live transmission of SNK returns after the commercial break, and the bell tolls instantaneously, making it clear that there is a match up next. Lizzie Morna, the ring announcer, gets her cue as the bell rings and starts off with her introduction, bringing the microphone up to her pink lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is up for one fall and is our main event of the night! Introducing first...”

Lizzie turns her eyes toward the curtain, and just then, the speakers blare out with the entrance theme of the Prince of Censorship – God is a Man by Face to Face. Soon the man himself appears at the top of the ramp; dressed in a pair of black tights, Shawn Dreamer appears on the top of the ramp with the Knockout title slung over his shoulder. He scopes the raging audience for a while, before starting to make his way down the aisle, with a smug look on his face.

“Introducing first, he weighs this morning at 264 lbs and hails from Jacksonville, Florida; the NEW Knockout champion of EVPW, SHAWNNNN DREAMERRRRR!”

By then, the Floridian had climbed up the steel steps and is set to step inside the ring. He pushes his one leg through the gap, before looking at the crowd around and smirking ever so arrogantly. He then finally gets inside and hoists his title up in the air, only to be showered by a thrust of jeers. The negativity however doesn't break a sweat in the once-Extreme one, and he positions himself in a vacant corner, eyeing the entrance tunnel.

TBC Adam;

[Mighty Man Millson]

Adam Jones also enters to jeers. The fans couldn't give a damn about either of these men.

(I'll put a match post up either today or early tommorrow to give you time to level it up.)

[Mighty Man Millson]

The talk is over. Two of the most hated men in the entire promotion stand at opposite ends of the squared circle, one the current Knockout champion, one a prospective challenger. As the referee signals for the timekeeper's bell to be rung, both men stare an icy stare at the other, both men stepping into the centre of the ring and bumping heads as the clang of the bell resonates around the Soft Core Gymnasium. Both competitors jaw-jack for a few seconds, neither backing down, before Jones takes the initiative and pushes the head of Dreamer away from him with his hand. Never one to back down, Dreamer does the same and in retaliation, AJ throws a wild right hand that connects with the cranial lobe of the Knockout champion. Dreamer, knowing the pluckiness and the tenacity of the Hardcore Icon, decides not to fight fire with fire, instead using his brains and planting his boot into the midriff of Jones, doubling over the unsuspecting Bostonian. With AJ vulnerable, Dreamer rains left and right hands onto the back and neck of his opponent, slowly but surely clubbing him to the canvas. Once 'Dow' is kneeling, Dreamer ups the ante and drives his right knee into the shoulder blade of Jones, following up with a left knee to the opposite shoulder, alternating between shoulders and knees until he feels the damage is done. Once the devastating knee strikes are complete, Dreamer withdraws and allows the Boston Brawler to merely flop face-first to the canvas, his early aggression taking the 38 year old by surprise.

Dreamer is all business here tonight and doesn't Adam Jones know it. Those knees to the shoulder blades have done some real damage early on in this contest.

I'm torn up almost as much as AJ's shoulders. Both of these men are just so dreamy, I don't want either of them to get hurt.

With his contract paying him per match and not per hour, Dreamer decides to end this main event early and slides out of the ring, before striding over to the announce desk and grabbing an unused steel chair, the crowd giving a little pop as the first sign of weapon violence appears in this match. The Hardcore Prince then slides back into the squared circle and allows Jones to clamber to his feet, before swinging the chair full pelt into the facial regions of the Boston Brawler. AJ gets a hand up to try and protect himself from the lusty blow but can't fully deflect the onrushing steel and is sent sprawling to the mat, Dreamer immediately discarding the implement and dropping down onto Jones, forcing the official to drop down and count the pinfall.

One...
Two...

Showing his will to win, Jones throws his shoulder skywards and forces the Technical Extremist off his stomach, calling an end to the pinfall attempt. Unperturbed, Dreamer grabs AJ by the scruff of the neck and lifts him to his fullest verticality, before whipping the Bostonian into the corner, Jones hitting the turnbuckle pads hard, but staying rooted to the leather pads. Throwing caution to the wind, the Prince of Censorship charges full steam ahead, directing his momentum towards the Hardcore Warrior, only for Jones to stick a boot out in front of him, catching the Knockout champion flush in the chin and sending Dreamer down to the mat back-first. Jones takes a second to regain his senses and his composure, before planning his next assault on the Knockout champion, ultimately deciding to ascend to the great heights of the turnbuckle, painstakingly heaving his 215 pound frame onto the top rope. Meanwhile, Dreamer manages to crawl to his feet and as Jones reaches the top of the turnbuckle, Shawn turns around to face his opponent, the Hardcore Warrior immediately leaping off the top turnbuckle pad with his right arm outstretched to the side. Dreamer doesn't react in time as the right arm of the onrushing Jones crashes into the cerebellum of the Technical Extremist, Dreamer being knocked to the canvas, Jones landing heavily and staying prone on the unpadded mats.

A nice Flying Clothesline from the Hardcore Icon there, showing his ability to fly as well as brawl.

But flying won't win him this match, stamina and perseverance will. And Dreamer has both of those qualities in abundance. I know, I've seen them first-hand.

No you haven't, Ray. Don't lie.

As both men lie unmoving on the cold, hard canvas, the crowd begin to stir slightly, some sections of the crowd enjoying the fast-paced action in this match, the majority merely enjoying the hurt both men are feeling right now.

TBC

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The stern air around the gymnasium says it all as both the competitors lay inert over the canvas. It hasn't been more than two minutes since the match has started, and already the men had put forth a stellar display of their expertises in the early minutes. It takes a while before the squared circle gets a sign of life, and it's Adam Jones who makes the first move to show that the match is far from over. Pushing the ground around him, the Hardcore Icon slowly clambers up to his heels, before shaking his head to remove the cobwebs and the traces of pain clinging onto his noggin. Once done brushing off the jitters, the Massachusetts native walks out of the box and pulls up the skirt of the ring, turning the arsenal of EVPW to be all naked. He sets his hands to excavate through the darkness and pull out a weapon of mass-destruction, and it doesn't take him long to find and pull out a baseball bat out of the ring. Even though the baseball bat seemed innocent as Adam pulled it out, he doesn't allow it to be the same for long. He pulls out a long loop of barbed wire next and starts to wrap it around the tip of the bat, turning it into the worst nightmare for Dreamer.

Meanwhile, while Jones is busy with his crafty work, the ring catches up with another sign of life as the Floridian is seen to wake up from his slumber and scramble up to his heels, rejuvenated quite a bit. He looks around the ring once he's up on his feet, scanning around like a vulture, before his eyes catches the traces of Adam's head outside the ring. He eyes the Hardcore Icon closely for a while – watching him wrap barbed wire like tinsel around a Christmas tree – before making his march toward the ropes facing the side, in an attempt to catch his opponent off-guard. The intention of Dreamer turns out to be fruitful eventually as the Boston native simply fails to notice the Extreme Technician on his radar; once reaching the side, the one-night Hardcore Prince cranes his hands down over the top rope and grabs a handful of Adam's hairs, before starting to pull him up. The act of Dreamer sets Jones to drop the baseball bat aside and scream out in pain, before starting to comply with the intend of the Knockout champion – that is, get back inside the ring. But then, Adam had misread the ploy of Dreamer; he had no intention to have “Dow” in the ring so that they may square off again. Once the Hardcore Icon climbs up to the apron, the Prince of Censorship lets his claws off Adam's tresses and connects with a huge right hand American jab, sending the middleweight superstar flying off the lofted edge and land onto the ground. Call it coincidence or misfortune, the Massachusetts resident lands straight upon the barbed-wire wrapped baseball that he devised, and upon impact, he lets out a deathly scream, with his spinal column arching up like a bow to evade further injuries.

“It's really painful to see Adam squirm outside the ring like that, especially when he happened to land upon his own devised weapon. Oh fate, what have you done right there?!”

“Save your dramatic lines for later, Jimbo. It's pretty obvious that Adam is a naïve kid out there in comparison to the mighty Dreamer, and well, his veteran instincts happened to play it's game. As simple as that!”

The fall of Adam catches Dreamer by shock initially, but he soon takes it up as his credit, grinning ever so sheepishly while glancing around the arena. The crowd, knowing well of how the Censorship Prince is playing things up, starts to jeer right away, showing the Floridian his place for playing possum. This causes the confidence in Dreamer to tower up, and he decides to get outside the ring, to secure the advantage up for grabs. Once out of the box, Dreamer grabs the hair of Adam and pulls him up, before giving him a hard tug, getting him to land over the security barricade. The middleweight frame of Jones hits the fence with a loud clank, and sets him to in a semi-crucifix pose – arms outstretched and placed over the top of the railings.

Noticing the vulnerable state of his foe, Dreamer decides that it's now or never and grabs the barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat from the ground, before pacing up the Massachusetts native. He then takes a huge swing of the bat, much like a pitcher would do to hit a ball out of the ground for a home-run, hitting Adam on the side of his rib-cage. The blast of the barbed wire plus the solid wood causes the Hardcore Icon to finch away from the spot, trying to find a sanctuary to save himself. But then, the sadistic mind of a butcher had taken over the system of Dreamer; he follows Adam around the ringside area and continues to hit him over and over, protruding several scars around the sternum of the former Wannabe. After taking in five to six shots from Shawn, the Extremist from Boston finally gives up his fight against the Hardcore Prince, slumping flat over the ground, with his torso being ravaged and bleeding from places. With Adam now fallen and clinging onto the last thread of life, Dreamer decides that it's about time he lets his opponent off the hook, and so he throws the bat aside, before starting to toy with the crowd – grinning ear to ear to start things off.

“You call this censorship, Dreamer? You call beating a man to the last thread of his life a way to tone down things? Bravo, Dreamer; you couldn't even stand up to fight your own causes!”

“It's a hardcore match, Jim, and it's Mr. Zero who booked it. I'm sure Zero and Dreamer had reached an agreement prior to this, thus setting the Hardcore Prince out of the bag for one night only.”

But then, playing with the crowd was the worst decision ever for Dreamer; the mass have had enough of the Shawn's new direction since his return, and now that he had berated them, one of the irate fan decided to throw his beer cup at the Hardcore Prince. The act of the rowdy fan sets a number to do the same, setting the Hardcore Prince to be blinded partially. He slumps down to the ground, rubbing his eyes rigorously to erase the burning sensation taking over his visual receptors. But before he could recuperate from the attack of the people, he is struck with a vicious blow to the spine by a baseball bat, courtesy to... Adam Jones! The Massachusetts native has used the last drop of breath left in him to hit Dreamer, and the blow sets the Knockout champion's world to fade to black – to render partially unconscious. Knocking the lights out, Adam slumps down to the floor right next to his adversary, getting the big W to hang over the balance once more.

TBC/EOM;