Post by x | S.DREAMER | x on Jun 11, 2012 10:32:28 GMT -4
The cameras cut backstage after the third match of the night, off to the empty parking lot of the Solid Core Gymnasium. The camera focuses upon a black 2010 Chevrolet Camarao, and the man sitting over it's boot, dressed in all blacks. The hairs tied in pony-tail, the black “HARDCORE SINCE 1992”, the blue denim jeans, the appearance... it all summed up to one thing; the Hardcore Prince, Shawn Dreamer has returned to EVPW after the little one week disappearance! Dreamer has a serious look on his face as he looks into the camera, before starting to speak in a cold and calculated tone.
“Ever since Abbaddon's Pit, I have heard rumors from places that I had disappeared mysteriously. I have heard from the dirt sheet sites that I finally decided to hide my face after being embarrassed by Matt Scar, and this was more of an end for the return of the Hardcore Prince. But then, those reports... those vague statements made me more amused than anything, and well, here am I tonight, right in the parking lot of the Solid Core Gym to straight the facts right. I'm not one of those cowards who departs with the loss in hand and tail between his legs... no, no, NO! Abbaddon's Pit was nothing more than a thorn in the path... a dust in the wind for me, and before you know it, I'm right here tonight, standing in the parking lot of this very establishment and watching things closely from a distance. The things haven't settled around the place; it's more of a jigsaw puzzle around this place for now, and I guess you guys just have to wait before your MESSIAH, Shawn Dreamer, once again jumps inside that ring to provide you with healthy and proper entertainment. You need to wait for a while before I get inside that ring again, ensure that censorship is guaranteed, and then provide the adults with what they want – the bloodfest that truly defines EVPW. Adolescents and half-degenerates, you just might get your feeds cut off right about now, 'cause this isn't something you should heed out to... or your momma wouldn't be proud of you at all... yep!”
Dreamer swings his left hand in such a way that it only means a gesture for shooing off the scene. Of course it is for those young viewers who are watching the show, and the Hardcore Prince wants them to switch off their screens before he move to bigger and badder stuffs in his mind. Once it seems that the juvenile and adolescents have “switched off” their televisions, Shawn continued with his words, right where he left.
“Like a messiah, or a savior, watches everything from a distance, I have been watching this little wreckage that has been going on around here. Matt Scar finally thinks that he's the best in the world at everything he does, even though his head is shared by two entities of good and evil. I puked in my mouth when that little split personality stunt went on out there in the ring last week, and if that thing faces Jack Noble, or even my handsome self in the coming weeks... or months, I'd probably have no other way but to suicide my ass off for good! Matt, you just got lucky that night, deal with the fact! You just happened to take a dip inside that Irish Bastard's pool of luck, and I gotta tell you, that was just sheer fluke back at Abbaddon's Pit. If you think you just proved something out of outsmarting me at a certain point, think again! You're still a naïve psychopath around this place, and trust me, I have put several like you back to the asylum... beating them up so bad that they never can remember the place again. But then, Scar...”
The Floridian Prince gets off the boot of his car, before going on with his words.
“There are things that are inevitable in this world, and I really can't give a damn if you think 'no' right there. I'm coming for you anyway, and the day I face you, I'll make sure that you get your face flattened up for good! I'm here to make no friends, or even enemies... I'm here to make these people realize what's good and what's not, and you happen to be in my list of what's not! You're one of those idiots who like to stamp upon the tail of the ferocious dogs, not knowing what might come your way next. You stepped on my tail at the Pit, and now I'll make you MY bitch when it comes to MY OWN PIT! I'll take you down soon, dude, that's a promise, but there's someone else on my radar before you, and that's...”
A sly smirk creeks upon the face of Dreamer as he waves at the camera, seemingly trying to get the attention of someone – the one he wants to heed out to his words. While waving, the Hardcore Prince continues to speak, speaking up to the man he wants to address next, and it turns out to be....
“Oh Aiden, how ya doin'? I hope your ankle seems fine and alright, not swollen on the edges, 'cause I'm going to break that fucking thing off your system whenever I get my hands on you! Call me a pussy over catching an infection at the last minute? I saw what you said out there in EVPW.com, being all edgy and what not, and this is what I got to say to you, mate. Wait till I come down that aisle and go nose to nose with you. Wait till I make my way inside that ring and make you MY bitch for good! I'm not one of those guys who takes bullshit with a straightened up face, and I'm certainly not going to take in your bullshit at any cost. Fix up your ankle... or just rig yourself with whatever painkiller or remedy you can grab from the nearest drug store, 'cause next week, when I return, I want your head in a stick, and I'll make it happen next week... whether you like it, the fans like it, Mr. Zero like it... hell, even if that bitch on her regular third row seat likes it or not! I'm all open to school punks like you, and once I'll be done with you, you'll be just a...”
Dreamer raises his hand and blows air on his palm, as if he was blowing something off his hand.
“...dust in the wind!”
The Hardcore Prince smirks at the camera once more and shakes his head, as if he means every single word he said literally. It's quite sure that Dreamer has his eyes set on two of the top draws of EVPW, but what will happen once they collide? That question might be answered next week as the camera started to fade to black right then, zipping close every other opening that might leak any spoiler for the next week.
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“Ever since Abbaddon's Pit, I have heard rumors from places that I had disappeared mysteriously. I have heard from the dirt sheet sites that I finally decided to hide my face after being embarrassed by Matt Scar, and this was more of an end for the return of the Hardcore Prince. But then, those reports... those vague statements made me more amused than anything, and well, here am I tonight, right in the parking lot of the Solid Core Gym to straight the facts right. I'm not one of those cowards who departs with the loss in hand and tail between his legs... no, no, NO! Abbaddon's Pit was nothing more than a thorn in the path... a dust in the wind for me, and before you know it, I'm right here tonight, standing in the parking lot of this very establishment and watching things closely from a distance. The things haven't settled around the place; it's more of a jigsaw puzzle around this place for now, and I guess you guys just have to wait before your MESSIAH, Shawn Dreamer, once again jumps inside that ring to provide you with healthy and proper entertainment. You need to wait for a while before I get inside that ring again, ensure that censorship is guaranteed, and then provide the adults with what they want – the bloodfest that truly defines EVPW. Adolescents and half-degenerates, you just might get your feeds cut off right about now, 'cause this isn't something you should heed out to... or your momma wouldn't be proud of you at all... yep!”
Dreamer swings his left hand in such a way that it only means a gesture for shooing off the scene. Of course it is for those young viewers who are watching the show, and the Hardcore Prince wants them to switch off their screens before he move to bigger and badder stuffs in his mind. Once it seems that the juvenile and adolescents have “switched off” their televisions, Shawn continued with his words, right where he left.
“Like a messiah, or a savior, watches everything from a distance, I have been watching this little wreckage that has been going on around here. Matt Scar finally thinks that he's the best in the world at everything he does, even though his head is shared by two entities of good and evil. I puked in my mouth when that little split personality stunt went on out there in the ring last week, and if that thing faces Jack Noble, or even my handsome self in the coming weeks... or months, I'd probably have no other way but to suicide my ass off for good! Matt, you just got lucky that night, deal with the fact! You just happened to take a dip inside that Irish Bastard's pool of luck, and I gotta tell you, that was just sheer fluke back at Abbaddon's Pit. If you think you just proved something out of outsmarting me at a certain point, think again! You're still a naïve psychopath around this place, and trust me, I have put several like you back to the asylum... beating them up so bad that they never can remember the place again. But then, Scar...”
The Floridian Prince gets off the boot of his car, before going on with his words.
“There are things that are inevitable in this world, and I really can't give a damn if you think 'no' right there. I'm coming for you anyway, and the day I face you, I'll make sure that you get your face flattened up for good! I'm here to make no friends, or even enemies... I'm here to make these people realize what's good and what's not, and you happen to be in my list of what's not! You're one of those idiots who like to stamp upon the tail of the ferocious dogs, not knowing what might come your way next. You stepped on my tail at the Pit, and now I'll make you MY bitch when it comes to MY OWN PIT! I'll take you down soon, dude, that's a promise, but there's someone else on my radar before you, and that's...”
A sly smirk creeks upon the face of Dreamer as he waves at the camera, seemingly trying to get the attention of someone – the one he wants to heed out to his words. While waving, the Hardcore Prince continues to speak, speaking up to the man he wants to address next, and it turns out to be....
“Oh Aiden, how ya doin'? I hope your ankle seems fine and alright, not swollen on the edges, 'cause I'm going to break that fucking thing off your system whenever I get my hands on you! Call me a pussy over catching an infection at the last minute? I saw what you said out there in EVPW.com, being all edgy and what not, and this is what I got to say to you, mate. Wait till I come down that aisle and go nose to nose with you. Wait till I make my way inside that ring and make you MY bitch for good! I'm not one of those guys who takes bullshit with a straightened up face, and I'm certainly not going to take in your bullshit at any cost. Fix up your ankle... or just rig yourself with whatever painkiller or remedy you can grab from the nearest drug store, 'cause next week, when I return, I want your head in a stick, and I'll make it happen next week... whether you like it, the fans like it, Mr. Zero like it... hell, even if that bitch on her regular third row seat likes it or not! I'm all open to school punks like you, and once I'll be done with you, you'll be just a...”
Dreamer raises his hand and blows air on his palm, as if he was blowing something off his hand.
“...dust in the wind!”
The Hardcore Prince smirks at the camera once more and shakes his head, as if he means every single word he said literally. It's quite sure that Dreamer has his eyes set on two of the top draws of EVPW, but what will happen once they collide? That question might be answered next week as the camera started to fade to black right then, zipping close every other opening that might leak any spoiler for the next week.
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