Shawn Dreamer vs Matt Violence

[Mighty Man Millson]

Pre Main-Event
Country Whipping Match
Knockout Championship
Shawn Dreamer vs Matt Violence
By virtue of his victory last week, Shawn Dreamer has been awarded a Knockout title match against Matt Violence and the stipulation this week, a Country Whipping match. Whips are legal and the only way to win is by pinfall or submission.
Referee: John Patterson

[Matt Violence]

I'll do the match, but will be my last match before I take a LOA until September. Also, I will not be doing an entrance or promo, if Dreamer would like to he is more than welcomed.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The live transmission of Global Domination 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 a Country Whipping match for the Knockout championship! 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. The crowd in Melbourne seem to share the same feeling as the ones in the States as they start to jeer right from the bat as the music started to play. 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 a leather strap tightly gripped within his grasp. 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, the challenger, he weighs this morning at 264 lbs and hails from Jacksonville, Florida; the Prince of Censorship, 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 puts his arms 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 MATT!

[Matt Violence]

Ray White: "Dreamer has to be so confident right now. He's the only person, aside from Rhaps, to defeat Matt Violence, and he's been on a role."
Jimmy Pate: "You're right! But let me tell you, I got the chance to speak with Violence before the show, and I've never seen someone with more determination in my life. He told me, he's looking to not just retain his belt, but also put Dreamer out of the business once and for all."

Much to the enlightenment of the fans, Danzig's "Mother" begins to play throughout the arena, right on cue. Almost matching the volume of the loud metal music, the fans burst into a fit of cheers. As the music begins to pick up, Matt Violence bursts from behind the curtain, his title slung over his shoulder. The Make-Shift Wrestler has a stern look on his face, he appears to me much more focused that he has been the last two weeks. Perhaps that is because he is being forced to defend his championship for the second time in less than a month. He is sported out in his normal all black gear, with a customized "#FUCKHISDAYUP" t-shirt, and of course it wouldn't be complete if Shawn Dreamer's face wasn't etched into the fabric.

Lizzie Morna: "Now, making his way to the ring. He is EVPW's first ever Knockout Champion. Please everybody give a warm welcome to the one, the only, the Ultraviolent One, MATT VIOLENCE!"

The fans show that just because he hasn't been doing as well as he has been in prior weeks they still support him. Subsequent to his introduction, loud chants of "FUCK HIS DAY UP" erupt from the supporters and this brings a look of satisfaction to MV's face as he is glad to hear that the fans have stuck by him. From atop the entrance ramp, Matt holds his title belt proudly over his head displaying it to the fans but more importantly, to Shawn Dreamer himself. Finally, the Knockout Champion begins to saunter down the entrance ramp, his swagger radiating with confidence in the process. Reaching the ring, Matt walks around to the time keepers table and hands the title off to the staff worker himself, refusing to let Dreamer get anywhere within reach of the same belt he used to bash his head in before their match last week. After a kiss goodbye, Matt departs from his title and circles the ring, slowly. He and Shawn maintain eye contact, Dreamer wise enough to spin in circles as not to take his eye off the EVPW Hero.

Jimmy Pate: "Will you look at this. These two mean business."
Ray White: "Especially Dreamer. Look at him he has the whip secured in his hand, he is ready to dish out a beating tonight! All in hopes of becoming EVPW"s second Knockout Champion and the only person EVER to hold the Imperial Title and the Knockout champion."

Matt drops to his knees as his music begins to falter and soon stop all together. He tosses the ring's skirt onto the apron and begins to look under the ring for something. When he stands and flicks the piece of fabric back town he stands tall with an identical tan leather strap in his possession. With the two now on an equal playing field, MV doesn't hesitate any longer on advancing into the four-sided battle field. He climbs the steel steps carefully, keeping a close eye on Dreamer who stands at the opposite end and soon enters by ducking between the upper and middle rope. The ref steps in the center of the ring, between the two men who each hold tonight's legal weapon and ask Dreamer if he's ready. Licking his lips hungrily, Shawn nods his head silently. The ref turns his head to the champion and ask if he is ready. Matt nods his head slightly and whispers "yes". He then gives the bottom of his boot a few practice whips with the weapon, getting a feel for it as the ring official calls for the bell.

"DING-DING-DING!"

tbc; Dreamer, good luck bro.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

With the sound of the bell resonating around the arena in Melbourne, the combatants move away from their corner and starts to circle the ring, measuring each other while they are at it, to find the cracks in one another's defense curl. After taking half a lap of the ring, it's Dreamer who makes the first move as he lunges forth and tries to lash the strap against the cheeks of the Knockout champion. However, the Make-Shift Wrestler isn't much keen to take in such a slap, and thus ducks to evade the sudden blow, getting the strap to cut through the brisk air. The tenaciousness of the Philly native is something that the Floridian didn't expect, and so he moves ahead by a few inches, losing his balance somewhat. The loss of balance is duly noted by the Knockout Champion, and he makes the full use of it as he turns around and whips the strap against the back of Dreamer. As if a bullet had gone through his spine, the back of the Jacksonville's pride arches up like a bow, and his hands travel back to nurse the struck region. But then, the Real-Life Rocky isn't much eager to let his momentum slip; he continues to lash his whip against the back of Dreamer, much like a master punishing his disobedient pug, and sends him reeling toward the ropes. Once the former Imperial champion hits the ropes, Matt takes a few steps back and charges forth at him, before grabbing the strap with his both hands and make a dash at the Prince of Censorship. The Company's Prince, wounded much after the series of shots to the back, simply couldn't evade the attack of Violence, and thus takes in the near-throat slashing shot from his adversary, which sends him flying over the top rope. The crowd erupts into cheers once again as the Extreme Technician lands right next to the guard-rails, back turned toward the ceiling, revealing streaks of red upon his fair flesh – the ones that have been induced from the butchery attack of the Violent one.

“Matt Violence has completely lost it! It looks like he is all about taking revenge tonight, after how Dreamer just schooled him back in SNK. I bet this match would simply square the score between Dreamer and our Real Life Rocky!”

“Hah, as if you think Matt can simply beat Dreamer for good! That man have been the last ever Imperial champion for a reason, and he just wouldn't go down just like that!”

“Oh well, I hope that this picture remains at the end of the contest!”

Wiping away the sweats over his brow, the Knockout champion scurries his way out of the ring, not giving an ear to the complaining referee who wants him to stay in. Stepping out of the box, he walks over to his fallen adversary and takes a handful of his locks, before starting to hoist him up. Being subjected to immense pull, the Prince of Censorship simply couldn't do anything but to comply with the tug from Violence, slowly getting up to his knees. But then, the Philly Extremist had other things in mind; he let the hairs of Dreamer loose once he's up to his knees and grabs onto the tan leather strap, before slinging it against the neck of his adversary and start to pull back by it's ends. The sudden constriction around the neck sets the Floridian to shake his arms vigorously, as if he was struck by an electric eel. However, using his utmost will power and presence of mind, Dreamer manages to regain the control over his nervous system, and sets his hands upon the coiling strap, using his nails to dig through the tan leather and put it off his collar. But then, Mr. Fuck His Day Up isn't really eager to surrender to the resiliency of Dreamer just yet; he pulls the ends of the strap further, setting it to nearly cut through the soft skin on the neck of the former Imperial champion and drain him out of composure at a fast pace. Though the oxygen level in his head is slowly decreasing, Dreamer continues to fight through as he musters up all his adrenaline and rip away the stiffening leather coil off him. But the last laugh was destined to be laughed by Violence; the struggle of Shawn doesn't last long as his system fails and he falls unconscious within the hold of Violence. The submission of the Prince of Censorship doesn't escape the eyes of the Master of Violence, and so he lets the noose off the neck of his adversary, allowing him to drop over the floor. The crowd, silent as a bunch of puppets, watches the end of the struggle of Dreamer, as his eyes roll back, his hairs mop over his face, and his heavyweight frame slumps over the floor, dead and lifeless. With his adversary now fallen and lost somewhere in the void, Violence drops the strap and breathes out heavily, giving out his exhaustion. He then walks back to the ring and lifts it's skirt, before pulling out a long black bull whip.

"Gotta say that Matt is creative with his works. He just happened to pull out a whip - a bull whip, to be exact - and it is completely legal."

"One word, kinky!"

With the whip tightly gripped, Matt grabs Dreamer by his head and tows him up. Like a crane towing a dead trunk with ease, the Knockout Champion pulls up the Company's Prince and throws him in the ring, before following suite. Once back in, Violence drops over the chest of Dreamer, trying to make his first attempt at a pin.

ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!

Before the world could turn upside down from Dreamer, he managed to throw up a hand, raining upon the winning parade of Violence and delaying things up for his successful defense. The act of Dreamer gets the level of confidence in the Make-Shift Wrestler to plummet, but his aggression to increase equally. With the veins around his crown pulsating hard and his eyebrows vexed, Matt gets off the fallen carcass of Dreamer and grabs the whip from the ground, before sending it hard against the canvas to create a noise. He continues with the act repeatedly, as if it was the call for a tempest, until Dreamer started to move a little and get up to his knees. Like a psycho killer from a slasher flick, Violence flings the whip in the air, projecting it to slash right across the cheeks of the Company's Prince. However, things really doesn't go Matt's way though; Dreamer, showing his veteran instincts, grabs the whip before it could smash against his face and gives it a hard pull. The tow from the Floridian sets the Ultraviolent one to tip off his balance and lunge forward, only to walk into a hard forearm from Dreamer, which floors him instantly. With his face scribbled in pain and his eyes reflecting his inner rage, Dreamer rises to his full form and starts to pull Turnbull up to his heels, all set to settle the score.

TBC;