Post by x | S.DREAMER | x on May 6, 2012 13:46:16 GMT -4
The seventh installment of revived Saturday Night Knockout returns after the commercial break, with the feed streamed live from ringside. The ring announcer, Lizzie Morna, is inside the ring with a microphone clenched within her grip, and as the feed returns to airwaves, she pulls the microphone to her lips and blurts out the fed words – introducing someone probably?
“Ladies and gentlemen, would you please rise to your feet and show respect to the man who not only once, but twice, defeated the undefeated Matt Violence and had won the Knockout's championship, the Prince of Censorship, Shawn Dreamer!”
A roar of jeers get shot from the stands as the crowd is simply not down with the person being introduced right there. How could they anyway? It's the very same man that carried their desire for hardcore over the years, and now had turned his back just 'cause he needs more and more from the company. But then, as if to compete with the roaring mass, the PA system goes alive, with the speakers blaring out the instrumental version of For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica. The crowd goes higher by a notch, trying to compete with the guitar strums and the drum beats, giving the instrumental a whole new way to sound – a fusion of metal music with constant boos from the audience.
“Boy, would you just look at this crowd! They are completely frenzy at the fact that Dreamer is coming out!”
“They should be cheering the man for taking out an imbecile of a man in Matt Violence! I'm glad how he's not here tonight and is probably recuperating at a slow rate in some medical facility!”
Just then, like a detonator to a carton load of dynamite, the Prince of Censorship, Shawn Dreamer emerges from the back and stops at the top of the aisle, with a huge grin on his face. Dressed in a blue denim jacket and a pair of jeans, the Floridian has the Knockout championship slung over his shoulder, and the sight of the newly crowned champion simply sets the crowd to boo with new life. The sudden surge of life brings up a sly grin upon the face of Dreamer, and gets him to wonder if the crowd would bleed their voice box out to shower him with ultimate negativity. But then, he decides to relive the crowd a little, and so he sprints down the aisle, heading out for the ring.
Once drawn near, the Floridian extremist takes the stairs and gets inside the squared circle, before pulling his title up high and pose for the irate crowd. The crowd seemed to be ready for the sight, and they start to jeer louder and louder, trying their best to get under the skin of Dreamer. However, things doesn't go there way at all; it's Dreamer's night to rejoice. With a huge smile planted upon his visage, the Company's Front Man puts the title back over his shoulder and takes the microphone from Lizzie, before dismissing the ring announcer from the ring and start to speak.
“I really don't know what to say. I just can't remember when I actually got such a huge response from the crowd!”
The crowd starts to shower Dreamer with jeers once more, to which the Prince of Censorship simply grins. He eyes the raging mass for a while, before getting back on the microphone and go on with his rant, taking more off his chest.
“It's been long since I faced such huge load of negativity, and it doesn't seem that bad after all! I'm actually loving the fact how you people are jeering me; it makes me feel that you haven't forgotten me, and you have been following me for well enough. It actually shows how you people have been following me down my days of despair – the days when I used to listen to you bunch and fail eventually – and now, to this day, where I stand as one of the Company's Front Man and your EVPW Knockout Champion of the world!”
Dreamer once again raises the title over his head and poses for the world, only to be greeted by another strong tidal wave of boos. The act of the audience sets the Floridian to grin bigger, and he retains his pose for a few extra seconds, allowing the fans with flash photography and a proper lens to capture his triumphant moment with perfection. He then puts his title down to his shoulder and continues with his rant.
“Now, I know you guys are quite sad about your 'hero', Matt Violence, and probably... I can see the concern your eyes, Lucy – you, the blond girl in third row, who happened to take my first autograph after my Imperial title win. But to pour water upon your concern, your hero, Mr. Violence is now dealing with multiple stitches to his head and a concussion. I'm not good with the medical terms and all that to let you know of his proper status, but well... he's DOOMED and GONE! There's no coming back for Matt Turnbull, and Amen to that! The world is a far better place now, and EVPW, an drop of heaven!”
Dreamer smirks to himself as the crowd starts to jeer once again, filling up the gap between Dreamer's words, not allowing silence to creek in. The Prince of Censorship raises his hand then and points at the fan he was talking to – Lucy – before blowing a kiss at her. The camera catches the expression of the young girl in her 25, and finds that she's highly disgusted with the act of the Floridian. Once the camera cuts back to the ring, and in turn, to Dreamer, the Jacksonville's 'shame' continues to speak.
“EVPW, take note from this point 'cause a new era has begun here in Solid Core Gym once again. These ropes... these walls... this ceiling, they all know me too well, and know well of how I dropped my sweat, tears and blood in this ring. I gave my life in this ring, week in and week out, taking part in matches that would probably land in the Best of EVPW DVD. I gave my entire life to this company – to you fans – only to receive a shot of reality in the end. You people are an ungrateful bunch, and it's about time I start thinking about myself. And look where am I right now with my focus being off you – I'm a champion in just two matches after my return!”
The Prince of Censorship takes a moment to catch his breath and smirk, before continuing with his words, right from where he left.
“The impressive streak shall continue over the next weeks, you bunch of sheep, and I'm going to go on with my life and color it like never before. Gone are the days of being the nice guy, or the fanatic of your cheers. Gone are the days of being the padre, the priest to you folks and listen to your ramblings. It's about time I go on with myself, and start the era of Censorship here, with the Company being the one who can only rule over my soul. Heed out to my words, EVPW, 'cause if you remain the imbecile you are tomorrow, you're not going to be the part of this era... and that's... that was a sermon from your new bishop, your new preacher, Shawn Dreamer.”
With that being said, Dreamer flicks the microphone behind him, causing it to hit the ground with a hissy smack. The speakers go wild once again, with the entrance theme of Dreamer as he continues with his celebration in the ring, and the crowd jeering hard on him. It's hard being Dreamer, no doubt, if seen from a third person perspective. But then, he doesn't care about the world, 'cause he's on top of it... he's the preacher, the messiah sent by the Company to censor the world and EVPW!
EOT
“Ladies and gentlemen, would you please rise to your feet and show respect to the man who not only once, but twice, defeated the undefeated Matt Violence and had won the Knockout's championship, the Prince of Censorship, Shawn Dreamer!”
A roar of jeers get shot from the stands as the crowd is simply not down with the person being introduced right there. How could they anyway? It's the very same man that carried their desire for hardcore over the years, and now had turned his back just 'cause he needs more and more from the company. But then, as if to compete with the roaring mass, the PA system goes alive, with the speakers blaring out the instrumental version of For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica. The crowd goes higher by a notch, trying to compete with the guitar strums and the drum beats, giving the instrumental a whole new way to sound – a fusion of metal music with constant boos from the audience.
“Boy, would you just look at this crowd! They are completely frenzy at the fact that Dreamer is coming out!”
“They should be cheering the man for taking out an imbecile of a man in Matt Violence! I'm glad how he's not here tonight and is probably recuperating at a slow rate in some medical facility!”
Just then, like a detonator to a carton load of dynamite, the Prince of Censorship, Shawn Dreamer emerges from the back and stops at the top of the aisle, with a huge grin on his face. Dressed in a blue denim jacket and a pair of jeans, the Floridian has the Knockout championship slung over his shoulder, and the sight of the newly crowned champion simply sets the crowd to boo with new life. The sudden surge of life brings up a sly grin upon the face of Dreamer, and gets him to wonder if the crowd would bleed their voice box out to shower him with ultimate negativity. But then, he decides to relive the crowd a little, and so he sprints down the aisle, heading out for the ring.
Once drawn near, the Floridian extremist takes the stairs and gets inside the squared circle, before pulling his title up high and pose for the irate crowd. The crowd seemed to be ready for the sight, and they start to jeer louder and louder, trying their best to get under the skin of Dreamer. However, things doesn't go there way at all; it's Dreamer's night to rejoice. With a huge smile planted upon his visage, the Company's Front Man puts the title back over his shoulder and takes the microphone from Lizzie, before dismissing the ring announcer from the ring and start to speak.
“I really don't know what to say. I just can't remember when I actually got such a huge response from the crowd!”
The crowd starts to shower Dreamer with jeers once more, to which the Prince of Censorship simply grins. He eyes the raging mass for a while, before getting back on the microphone and go on with his rant, taking more off his chest.
“It's been long since I faced such huge load of negativity, and it doesn't seem that bad after all! I'm actually loving the fact how you people are jeering me; it makes me feel that you haven't forgotten me, and you have been following me for well enough. It actually shows how you people have been following me down my days of despair – the days when I used to listen to you bunch and fail eventually – and now, to this day, where I stand as one of the Company's Front Man and your EVPW Knockout Champion of the world!”
Dreamer once again raises the title over his head and poses for the world, only to be greeted by another strong tidal wave of boos. The act of the audience sets the Floridian to grin bigger, and he retains his pose for a few extra seconds, allowing the fans with flash photography and a proper lens to capture his triumphant moment with perfection. He then puts his title down to his shoulder and continues with his rant.
“Now, I know you guys are quite sad about your 'hero', Matt Violence, and probably... I can see the concern your eyes, Lucy – you, the blond girl in third row, who happened to take my first autograph after my Imperial title win. But to pour water upon your concern, your hero, Mr. Violence is now dealing with multiple stitches to his head and a concussion. I'm not good with the medical terms and all that to let you know of his proper status, but well... he's DOOMED and GONE! There's no coming back for Matt Turnbull, and Amen to that! The world is a far better place now, and EVPW, an drop of heaven!”
Dreamer smirks to himself as the crowd starts to jeer once again, filling up the gap between Dreamer's words, not allowing silence to creek in. The Prince of Censorship raises his hand then and points at the fan he was talking to – Lucy – before blowing a kiss at her. The camera catches the expression of the young girl in her 25, and finds that she's highly disgusted with the act of the Floridian. Once the camera cuts back to the ring, and in turn, to Dreamer, the Jacksonville's 'shame' continues to speak.
“EVPW, take note from this point 'cause a new era has begun here in Solid Core Gym once again. These ropes... these walls... this ceiling, they all know me too well, and know well of how I dropped my sweat, tears and blood in this ring. I gave my life in this ring, week in and week out, taking part in matches that would probably land in the Best of EVPW DVD. I gave my entire life to this company – to you fans – only to receive a shot of reality in the end. You people are an ungrateful bunch, and it's about time I start thinking about myself. And look where am I right now with my focus being off you – I'm a champion in just two matches after my return!”
The Prince of Censorship takes a moment to catch his breath and smirk, before continuing with his words, right from where he left.
“The impressive streak shall continue over the next weeks, you bunch of sheep, and I'm going to go on with my life and color it like never before. Gone are the days of being the nice guy, or the fanatic of your cheers. Gone are the days of being the padre, the priest to you folks and listen to your ramblings. It's about time I go on with myself, and start the era of Censorship here, with the Company being the one who can only rule over my soul. Heed out to my words, EVPW, 'cause if you remain the imbecile you are tomorrow, you're not going to be the part of this era... and that's... that was a sermon from your new bishop, your new preacher, Shawn Dreamer.”
With that being said, Dreamer flicks the microphone behind him, causing it to hit the ground with a hissy smack. The speakers go wild once again, with the entrance theme of Dreamer as he continues with his celebration in the ring, and the crowd jeering hard on him. It's hard being Dreamer, no doubt, if seen from a third person perspective. But then, he doesn't care about the world, 'cause he's on top of it... he's the preacher, the messiah sent by the Company to censor the world and EVPW!
EOT
