Shawn Dreamer vs. Angel Morgan

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The screen fades in from black after the messages from the sponsors of the night. The arena in Solid Core Gym seems pretty sold out as the noises made by the spectators almost fades up the theme song of the show being played on the PA system, "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown. The fans seem excited as they are on their feet as they spot their face being picked up and displayed on the butchertron by the camera panning around. The various colored sign board the fans holds up over their head makes the arena colorful, with the words of compliment or hatred being expressed toward the EVPW superstar backstage. The crowd seems ready after that three way match by the EVPW's finest hardcore superstars and are expecting great action from the next bout in the schedule. The shrill voice of Trix is heard, fading the noises made by the crowd and the theme song being played.

Trix : Welcome back to Prelude to Madness and what a night it has been so far.

Sang : Well, good enough. But I'm waiting for the main event. Its like the battle of sexes, I tell you.

Trix : Yeah, true. We'll see which sex dominates later but what the heck, the females are dominant! *smirks*

Sang : Leaving Kingbear as an exception, I guess you're right. But I guess we'll have a slight taste of it up next as Angel Morgan squares off against Shawn Dreamer. Dreamer haven't proved much ever since his debut, which can be heard from Ray White all day and therefore I wont continue.

Trix : Don't go so hard on the poor fellow, he's trying his best, he might prevail someday. But tonight, I'm going with Angel, and you know the reason. *winks at Sang*

Lizzy : The following match is up for one fall!

Suddenly the arena falls into the pool of darkness. The fans gives out a shrill scream complaining about the pitch black environment. Small sparks of light is seen from the fan section caused by the flashes of the cameras. A spotlight falls near the curtain on the rampway. The spotlights fixed on the ceiling over the ring, which are being covered by red shades lights up, making the whole arena red. The crowd looks out at the entrance tunnel with confusion written all over their face trying to know who is coming out. The PA system fires up with the song, The Devil You Know by Face to Face which starts up with the words "God is a man".

God is a man

It’s all right
Everything is fine
You live the perfect life
Never one immoral thought inside your mind

What they say
Does it make you feel ashamed?
Isn’t everyone the same?
Does it matter that it wasn’t your idea

God is a man
You know for certain
The knowledge in and of itself
Is more than we deserve

Smoke comes out of the curtain and it covers up the whole rampway. The mist of red smoke covers up the whole opening of the ramp. A big spotlight lights up behind the entrance tunnel which spots a mysterious figure. The silhouette of the man standing on the opening of the rampway then lifts up his both hands, as a blare of pyro fires up from the both side of him, with the spotlights on the ceiling lighting up, welcoming Shawn Dreamer. Shawn is dressed in a black t-shirt with the words "No Introduction Needed" being imprinted over it and golden tights with Dreamer written on both sides in silver. Shawn looks at the fans with a black shade on his eyes which glares by the spotlight on the top of the titantron, trying to feel the reaction of them toward him and then moves his eyes toward the ring where he'll face Angel Morgan. Shawn slowly paces toward the ring, slapping the hands of the few fans who extends their palm.


Lizzy : From Jacksonville, FL, He stands 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in tonight at 266 pounds, Shawn Dreamer *she emphasis a bit on the Dreamer part*

So you’ve tried
And you’ve made up your mind
Something’s still not right
The devil you don’t know is still outside

What they say
Does it make you feel ashamed?
Isn’t everyone the same?
Does it matter that it wasn’t your idea
God is a man
You know for certain
The knowledge in and of itself
Is more than we deserve

Shawn goes near the ring and stands in front of the ring apron and feels the small cheer by the fans. Shawn quickly jumps up to the ring apron and gets in through middle and top rope. He charges toward the turnbuckle and takes off his shade, looking at the crowd with a look of respect to the fans for their support. He then gets down and turns, facing the entrance tunnel. He grabs the ropes with both hands, leaning himself on the corner turnbuckle looking on at the entrance tunnel for the Saturday Night Sensation to step out.

TBC : Angel Morgan

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The fans in the arena scurry back to their seats from the concessions area awaiting the entrance of Angel Morgan. The lights dim, and I'm Broken by Pantera begins to play over the public address system. Walking out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos is the Pro.

I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones
Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing,
Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?

Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won.
Such values you taught your son. Thats how!


Lizzie Morna:~ And the opponent, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, the Proeliator!

Jimmy Pate:~ Wait, what? Isn't Angel Morgan suppose to be here? And doesn't he have a championship match to prepare for?

Ray White:~ He beat the undefeated Triple K last month at Creation's Uprising and is one of, if not the top superstar in our developmental territory in LDWA.

Jimmy Pate:~ That doesn't change that Angel Morgan was scheduled to be here.

The Proeliator continues making his way to the ring, rolling in and climbing up the nearest turnbuckle before settling down in the middle of the ring.

TBC:

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Shawn looks on at the Dark Warrior with his spine touching the soft, foamy, black turnbuckle padding with his hands being firmly gripping the strong metallic wire which forms the boundary of the squared ring for the superstar to brawl in. Though his body remains motionless, his eyes remains focused on his opponent, probing his physique from the tip of his boot to the tip of the hair being visible above his scalp. The Proeliator slowly backs off to his corner, placed diagonally from the point where Dreamer stands, with his pupils following the sight of his opponent of the night, with a relaxed look on his face. The zebra stripped official stands in the center of the ring, being equally away from the both superstar who are just seconds away to raise hell inside the square ring. The fans remains silent as the stare down goes on, with a few noise being heard from the fans which can be classified as mixed reaction toward the men inside the ring. The lips of the referee moves, asking the two gladiators if they want to proceed with the match. The Prince of Hardcore nods his skull, approving the proposal of the referee to officially commence, while The Pro looks on at his opponent with the silence being acting as his agreement with his opponent. With the words being spoken nonverbally from the both superstar coming to an agreement, the referee cuts the air by moving his index finger which acts as an indication for the timekeeper to do his stuff, which is to collide the two metallic instruments to mark the opening of the match. As the hammer hits the iron bell and the sound of the crash between the two metals being echoed all around the arena, the fans gets frenzy chanting "E-V-P-dub" hoping for a classic match to witness between the two inside the squared circle. The two men continue the stare down between them, measuring each other to every inch, trying to take the advantage of the weak spot early to secure the victory.

~ Sang ~
Come on, start the match already!

~ Trix ~
Be patient, Sang. Staredown helps the superstars in finding their weaknesses, which clarifies their mode of action and thus work out a good strategy to win it.

~ Sang ~
Is it? Then I think the match should be won by The Proeliator. Not for his good “eye sight”, but for his greatness in the ring. *sarcastically*

~ Trix ~
Hah, only people like you would think the sport is all about muscles, not wit.

~Sang~
You said anything about the Bear, right?! *being angry*

The exchange of glare comes to an end within a few second, which yet seemed to be hours for the fans at ringside, looking at the ring being silent and patient. The stare down breaks as Shawn slowly starts to walk up to his right, ready to circle the squared ring, with his arms being placed on the two side of his waist. The King of Cage wastes a few moments to realize the intention of his opponent, which is to start the match, and follows the footstep of his, probing around the ring. Though the two men shift their position, their eyes remains focused at each other, ready to take the slightest disadvantage. The referee slowly paces out of the way, being away from the action point to watch the match closely to hand out the perfect decisions. The circular motion of the two comes to a halt as the Prince of Hardcore’s feet comes to a rest followed by the Pro, who slowly proceeds toward him. The two men lock up in the center of the ring with their arms being over the neck of each other. Being the heavier of the two, Shawn pushes The Proeliator to the corner, only to touch the turnbuckle covers for the rope break rules coming to play. The zebra stripped jersey adorned referee storms toward the two men, yelling at the two to break up, as the back of the King of Cage gets pushed to the corner. The referee starts to count for the five seconds to disqualification for Shawn, as a warning to the Prince of Hardcore to break the hold and let the Pro walk out of it. As the third second passes, Shawn leaves the hold and walks back a few steps with his hands being raised in the air, showing that he’s clean. The referee’s mouth shakes as he commands the two to get to the center of the square platform. But the Dark Warrior shows his true colors, violating the commands of the official by pushing the tip of his boot to the sternum of Shawn, making his bust bend down with the eyes of his being fixed at the grey, dusty canvas, covered up with agony. The Specialist of Arm-Bar then slowly walks off the corner, getting behind the Heartbreaker dealing with pain being caused by him. He then grabs the golden tights and the brown long hairs of Dreamer and pushes his body between the middle and the top turnbuckle, crushing his right shoulder bone with the steel post which holds the ring ropes up together. The flesh of Shawn soon turns pale red at the point of impact, as the pain gets inflicted to all over his body. Shawn's eyes are closed; his eyebrows frowned in pain which almost changed the layout of his visage. The Pro stands on his one knee with his arms pushing the mat trying to get up on the vertical base. The zebra striped jersey adorned official paces up to the corner to check out the condition of the Heartbreak being in distress. The arena gets heated up with "You suck" chants directed toward the villain of the night, The Proeliator, who’s eyes are fixed at the fans with a sly grin being visible on his face, showing his pride after decimating the Prince of Hardcore and taking the match on his side. The negative response doesn’t do much for the King of Arm-bar as he slowly proceeds toward the ring ropes, the corner of which Shawn is stuck between the black leather turnbuckle padding. The King of Cage makes an attempt to get out by sticking his right leg out of the canvas and taking it over the ring apron. But the watchful eyes of the referee spot the advantage he’s trying to take and commands him to get inside the ring in a shrill tone. Not paying attention to the words of the referee, Proeliator gets on the other side of the metal wires which acts as the ring ropes and walks over the apron toward the fallen carcass of Shawn, who remains lifeless at the same position with his eyes being closed in pain. The Pro charges over the ring apron toward the corner and as he draws near the fallen Heartbreaker, he gets his boot up, crashing the sole of the black boot to the already injured shoulder of his opponent and pushes it to cold steel post. Shawn falls back on the canvas, with his eyes dazed looking up to the spotlight which glares up his pupil which reads the ultimate pain he’s having due to the impact. Squeals of pain escapes the larynx of Shawn as Proeliator looks out at the semi injured adversary of his, with him loving the carnage he raised inside the ring.

~ Sang ~
Smart tactics by The Pro. You were right, Trix, the stare down does marvel!

~ Trix ~
Was that an appreciation or sarcasm?

~ Sang ~
You should know that better, you are the witty one right?

~ Trix ~
Ha, ha, the match is still underway and anything, I mean, anything might happen inside an EVPW ring.

The Pro slowly makes his way inside the ring, and paces up to the fallen carcass of Shawn, who’s lying with his face being pressed with the dusty canvas. The referee looks on at the two, being silent and doing his job perfectly. As he draws near his fallen rival of the night, he bends with his hands coming to life, grabbing the long hairs of The Prince of Hardcore, and pulls them upward as an attempt to put him up to his feet. Shawn seems to be groggy as he doesn’t put out any bar to the King of Cage as he’s being pulled up by him, though his legs trembles signifying his inability to stand up on the vertical base. The Pro becomes successful of his attempt as the side of the head of the Heartbreaker gets pushed to the midsection of his, being semi-unconscious. A sly grin appears on the face of the Pro as he’s a bit relieved of the current state of his nemesis in the bout. But taking his guards off being relieved soon paid off to be wrong as the fist of the pioneer of the Dreamer dynasty strikes with the midsection of the Pro, being a desperate attack from him to free himself from the claws of the treacherous one. The abrupt attack loosens up the grip which enables Shawn to be free and reply back the attacks of the Pro with a stiff right hand to his face, taking him down to the dusty canvas. The fall of the Dark Warrior shakes up the ring slightly, letting the dust particles over the grayish fiber hover few inches over the canvas in air. The Proeliator pushes his arms to the canvas, with his face being red with rage after being outsmarted by the guy who lacks experience to his magnitude, slowly getting his body up. But as he makes up to his feet, his neck collides with the swift forearm of Shawn, taking him down to the canvas once again, leading the fans to cheer for the Prince of Hardcore. The vicious clothesline by the Heartbreaker taking down the Pro with the back of his head crashing to the canvas, rattling the gray cells inside the bone wireframe causing his vision to blur and fade to black as if a power surge took over his brain. Shawn remains down on his elbows and knees over the sweat stained canvas, just centimeters away from the Pro as the referee looks on at the two to get up on the vertical base.

TBC : Proeliator.