Elf vs. Dreamer vs. Daniels }{ -[Steel Cage Ma...

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

With the sound of the bell reverberating around the Lockdown Hall, the men glances at each other, trying to decide what could be the best plan to start the match. Shawn, shifting his glance from Steven to Hyper, finds the Energetic one to have an inquisitive look – something an ally would have. Nodding at the Hyper One’s proposal, Dreamer makes a beeline toward the Third of the Daniels Lineage, catching the rich brat by shock. The poor rich kid couldn’t even get a grasp of himself as the Floridian quickly drives his fist at the jaw of Daniels, sending waves of pain to race up to his brain, through his neuron ends. Caring the least of how the Aristocrat would be feeling, the Hardcore Prince steers his alternate pair of knuckles between the eyes of Steve, sending him reeling back and stumble over the chords. With the bridge of his nose throbbing more than ever, Steve quickly falls on his butt and puts his hand forth, trying to reason with the aggressive EVPW-original. But Shawn could simply careless – he had the Imperial championship to catch up with; he grabs onto the bleached blonde tresses of SDIII and yanks him up, showing no remorse or mercy. He laces his arms with the Epitome of Aristocracy and throws him to the other side, guiding him to the ropes on the other end.

But Steve had his plans set already; he leaps forward as he draws close to the ropes and grabs onto the honeycomb wire-mesh wall, climbing his way up like a koala. The Santa’s Little Helper, being observant throughout, finally makes his first move as he walks up to the wealthy brat and clubs his fists onto the spine, in the form of a double axehandle. The sudden strike gets the grip of Daniels to loosen and his composure to fade a little, giving Elf the window of opportunity. The Donut-Powered Superhero sets his foot on the bottom rope and clamps his arm around the waist of Daniels, before ripping him off the cage wall and sending him down to the canvas with a thud. The neck and the upper spine region of Daniels take the full shock of the crash, and set the rich brat to scream and twist and turn, subjected to intense pain. The entire arena bursts into jubilation at the agony of the rich kid, while Dreamer and Elf eyes each other with the contest being pretty much between them now.

“This is a battle of the veterans, folks. Dreamer, Daniels and Hyper Elf have been household names over the years, the contest between them is sure to be a slobber knocker, and I must say we are not let down at all!”

“Oh yeah, you call that a slobber knocker?! Steven was subjected to harassment by Hyper Elf and Dreamer right there, and you call that an awesome show?! I always knew there was something really wrong with this country!”

Kicking the laid carcass of Steven aside, Hyper clears the ground up, making things one on one. Once the rich brat rolls aside and situates by the ropes, the Energetic One motions Dreamer to step forth and fight him like a man he is. The Hardcore Prince, having a clean record of never backing down, marches forward and puts his arms across the shoulder of Elf, locking up in a traditional neck-and-tie lockup. The crowd, at the sight of pure wrestling exhibition before them, go ecstatic and breaks out a chant of “This is Awesome!” from all corners. Amidst all the fanfare put on by the audience, the Technical Extremist uses his weight advantage to usher Hyper Elf to the ropes, regardless to the futile effort of resistance from the Hyper One. Soon the Middle-Aged Middleweight finds the trio of chords hitting his back – no place to go, no place to hide and locked in Dreamer’s grasp. But the official doesn’t let that to happen for long; he intervenes and starts a count of five, getting the Jacksonville’s finest to back up at four.

But this simply gives the Hyper One the chance to show he still has it kicking in him; he lunges forth and crashes a boot onto the solar plexus of Dreamer, doubling the EVPW original over. The Donut Charged Superstar then grabs the frisky tresses and neck of the former TV champion and throws him forward, sending him go neck and back first against the chain-linked wall. The entire contraption shakes vigorously as the 268 pound worth frame of Dreamer crashes against it with a thud, before he falls on the little space between the wall and the ropes. Hyper, keeping his aggression alive, drags the fallen Prince back to him and hurls him to a vertical base, before placing his arm across the neck of Shawn. He then puts the jelly arm of his adversary over his neck and yanks him up, getting him upright. Using all his might, the GHW commentator keeps Dreamer erect for a while – letting all the blood of Dreamer’s system to gather around his brain – before he falls flat on his back. The world suddenly goes down for the Floridian Finesse before he hits the canvas with a thud – his spine taking in all the recoil.

“Amazing suplex right there from Hyper Elf; I bet that was charged by those heavily sugar coated donut he consumes!”

“I swear he would develop diabetes someday! Such consumption of donuts… Ray White doesn’t approve!”

The Donut-Addict scrambles to his feet right away, and turns around, only to find the young millionaire right behind him, flashing his swagger. Before the veteran could do a thing, the first ICW champion whips his forearm against the sternum of the Santa’s ‘not-so-little’ helper, turning the region bright red. Stevie follows up the attack with another thunderous knife-edge chop, getting the mouth of Elf to go wide and his arms to form a cross across his ribs.

“You thought you could take me down, aye?!”

Garnering a huge round of jeers with his words, the Third of the Daniel Dynasty hooks his arm with that of Hyper and flings him to the other side – something that the wrestling text book defines as the Irish Whip. Taking a stroll across the ring and rebounded by the ropes, the Energetic one returns to his predator in the form of the Stanford resident, who kicks the incoming combatant in the middle. Bending over the Sugary Avenger, Stevie clasps his arms around the waist of Elf and lifts him up, projecting him back and at the steel mesh, face-first.

*CRACK!*

Arms spread like a flying squirrel, the Donutavian crash onto the chain-links, sending a loud chime of resonate around the hall, along with a bone-shattering noise. The spectators, hands placed over their heads in horror, watch the veteran to slowly slide down the cage wall, with flows of crimson rolling down his nostrils. Content with his crafty work, the Connecticut Blue-blood starts to laugh hard pointing at his ‘masterpiece’, getting his butler outside to applaud loud.

“Oh my, Hyper Elf is busted open! I bet Zero wouldn’t approve that.”

“Hah, I have heard that our block is PG13, so it’s all cool. By the way, you saw how dashing Daniel looks? It’d be a total *bleep*fest at Championship Carnival when my Kassie and Stevie collides!”

Blindfolded in ecstasy, Daniel the Third simply doesn’t realise that his worst nightmare – in the form of the Hardcore Prince – is simply waiting right behind him, bobbling in rage. Dreamer, knowing how high the time is, flips Steven over and nails his midsection with a huge boot, getting him doubled. Remorseless and cold, the Floridian locks his arm around the neck of Steve and takes him down to the canvas with a thud, to much delight of the crowd. Clutching his cranium to brush the needles of pain aside, the Poop-Eater rolls aside, making Shawn the only one to be up, awake and fit.

TBC;

EDIT: Removed some minor errors.

[TPK/Acid]

The Hardcore Prince surveys the battlefield, his mind wandering back and forth between escape and more fighting. He finally decides, an escape this soon would only end in his being hammered back down to earth in a not so nice fashion, so he decides to pick the bloody Elf up off of the ground. Shawn uses his slight thirty-three pound weight advantage, and hoists The Donut Fueled Superstar above his head. As Hyper hangs upside down, Dreamer slowly turns, with his back facing the cage. Shawn takes three steps forward, and falls backwards, draping The Hyper One's legs across the top rope, leaving him in an awkward position. Dreamer has no trouble getting quickly to a stand, he then places the sole of his shoe on the side of Hyper's head and forces his face into the steel mesh. Elf's face contorts to an unnatural position, as he groans and tries to escape his torment, but The Prince of Poundings is having nothing to do with that.

Ray: I love it when he does it like this, he makes a super sexy bad boy. Too bad he isn't ALWAYS like this. Listen to me gush, you must think me a bit odd.

JP: No, I actually think you're bat shit crazy. But that's beside the point. My mind is actually on Hyper Elf right now, the human neck is not meant to take that kind of pressure for this long. I hope to God Dreamer doesn't seriously injure him in there.

With Dreamer's full focus on The Devourer of All Things Donut, he doesn't notice when a reinvigorated Steven Daniels III positions himself behind him. Daniels pins Shawn's arms back, locking in a beautiful Full Nelson. With the pressure off, Hyper's body slumps to the mat, and he rolls away from the action. Dreamer struggles against Daniels, making the hold more difficult for Steven do get a good grip on. Out of nowhere, The Technical Extremist throws the entirety of his weight down and forward, causing Daniels to rocket at the ropes. Unable to stop his forward momentum, Steven's body crashes into the solid steel cage, and then to the ground when he trips over Shawn's prone body when he staggers back. Meanwhile away from the action, Hyper has made his way to the corner opposite of Dreamer and Daniels, and is wiping gobs of blood away from his eyes with a piece of cloth that was passed to him through a gap in the cage links.

JP: Hyper Elf seems to be doing ok, he's gotten rid of most of the blood. But, it seems to still be seeping out of that gash on his head. Hopefully this doesn't spoil his hopes of attaining a victory here tonight.

With the rag now completely drenched in The Hyper One's very life force, it gets discarded like yesterday's garbage. The Aging Elf takes a deep breath, and marches across the ring towards Shawn Dreamer who is waiting patiently on The Elf's challenge. The Prince of Hardcore swings at Donutavian's face, but misses by a small margin as Hyper simply twists his body to the side. With Dreamer still recovering from his missed shot, Hyper practically hugs him. It's at this point that The Elf bends at the knees, and explodes lifting Dreamer into the air. Hyper turns slightly to the side, and falls forward slamming The Prince's back into the canvas with gusto. Daniels had gotten to an advantageous position while Hyper was hitting the Belly-to-Belly, and was all but ready to make his move when Hyper turned on his heels. Upon seeing the crimson mask dawning The Elf's facial features, Steven turns quite pale. The Member of the Wrestling Aristocracy scrunches his face in disgust, he then starts to back away. Hyper sees Steven's reaction, and is instantly overcome with the urge to screw with his young opponent's mind. The Energetic One smears blood onto his hands, and slowly follows Steven around the ring, arms stretched out in front of him, making zombie sounds the whole time.

Ray: Hyper is totally mind raping Steven Daniels the Third right now. If it were me in there...the word mind would be taken out of the equation. Steven is far to rich and good looking to be treated this way by Hyper Elf though.

JP: This is the business kid, people will bleed from time to time. You've got to learn how to deal with it, I mean if he freaks out like this when his opponent bleeds...I can't imagine what he would do if it were his own blood.

Steven now cowers in a nearby corner, and Hyper presses forward. Steven's mood suddenly changes from scared little puppy, to viscious tiger when Hyper gets within range. The trap is sprung, and Steven shoots out of the corner, catching Hyper Elf with a boot to the midsection. With The Donut Destroyer doubled over, The Man from the Daniels Clan locks his arms around Elf's waist, lifts him up off of the ground, and spins to mid ring before simply falling forward. The Hyperactive Californian sails through the air, his descent coming to a sudden and painful stop when his back meets canvas. Steven now looms over Hyper Elf, yelling down at him with a rapid torrent of insults. With the other two wrestlers either down, or getting up on the opposite side of the ring, Daniels decides he wants to make a mad dash up the side of the cage. Steven hastily rushes up the ring ropes, he then gets a good grip on the side of the cage and begins to shimmy his way towards victory. His victory celebration, however, is cut short when Shawn Dreamer leaps up onto the ropes beside him, and sens a forearm into his spinal cord. Shawn goes big, he gets in Russian Legsweep position, and just as predicted he drops back, firing both he and his opponent from the top rope, and down to the ground a foot or so away.

TBC

[Hyperelf]

It only takes a couple seconds for Shawn to shake off the little impact he received from his own maneuver, and back up on his own two feet. Meanwhile, Hyper is slowly pulling himself up with the help of the ropes. His eyes suddenly coming in contact with Shawn Dreamer as he turned around. The native Floridian grins very vaguely and pivots his attention back to Steven Daniels. By the head, the hardcore prince picks his opponent back up, and looks back at the Hyper one. It seems that Dreamer was informing him to watch closely by pointing directly toward him. Yet with his demise, Daniels was merely playing possum with the hardcore prince. The rich kid from Stamford performs a clean arm drag to the unforgiving mat, and without completely letting go of the arm, Steven forces Shawn on his stomach and quickly locks in the arm, and begins just wrenching the arm back with a fujiwara armbar.

Jimmy Pate: If there is one thing you definitely have to remember in the ring, is never.. And I mean never keep your eyes off your opponent. I've had to learn that mistake myself far too many times.

Ray White: I've never had that problem, if I had to choose between an old shriveled Elf or a hot young rich stud.. Obviously, I'm going to give my sweet sweet caring attention to the hot stud.

With the two of them busy and tangled in their own mess. Hyper had his own choice of attempting to get out of the cage himself. He stares up at the cage, and back at his opponents. Once more at the cage, and directly back to his opponents. He shakes his head with disgust as he charges in toward Steven Daniels, jumping in the air and driving his feet into the young wrestler's abdomen. Daniels was forced to let go and grip tightly onto his stomach. Hyper Elf didn't waste any time as he picks up Stamford's own and sends a strong open hand chop to the chest. A second one came right after, followed by even a third chop. Up against the ropes, his chest now burning brightly red; The Elf irish whips the young opponent, and as he came running back lowered his head in hopes to send him flying into the cage behind him. Daniel easily sends a foot straight into the veteran's head, sending him stumbling backwards. Steven Daniels takes the moment to take him packing, but Hyper was able to recuperate faster than he expected and kicks the rich Stamford wrestler, forcing him to double over. The energetic one wraps his right arm around Steven's head and the left arm hooking his opponent's right leg. With a strong push with his legs, and grunting as he lifts with his arms, he sends Steven Daniels the third straight over his head in a fishermen's suplex into the side of the cage and falls in the crack between the ropes and the chain-link fencing.

Jimmy Pate: A terrific move by Hyper Elf, and it could be awhile before Daniels can even recover from that one.

Ray White: Just you wait Jimmy, Steven Daniels will be out of that mess and over that cage wall first before you even realize it!

Jimmy Pate: Will see about that Ray, and it looks like Shawn Dreamer has finally recovered and back in the action.

Shawn nods in approval of Hyper's offense as he rolls his shoulder. The two put the arms up once again, and throwing their bodies forward back in a neck-and-tie lockup. The Donut lover briskly puts Dreamer in a side headlock and takes the advantage. The hardcore prince, using his weight advantage, forces Hyper elf into the ropes capitalizes on the spring from the ropes to throw the energetic one off of him. The Elf comes repelling back, and attempts a shoulder tackle only to be knocked onto his back by the former TV Champion. The donutavian refuses to be knocked down so easily, getting back up with spunk. He charges at the ropes and comes flying back but the 260 pound body of Shawn Dream was able to put a stop to Hyper Elf by sidestepping to the side and getting behind the old donut warrior. His arm gripping tightly around the head. He pulls his left leg back and flings it forward to give him the immense momentum to drive Hyper's head into the unforgiving canvas.

Jimmy Pate: And that was the reverse DDT by Shawn Dreamer that put down the Hyper one. Could this be Shawn's chance to be the first one out of the ring?

Ray: Oh hell no! Come on sexy Stevey! Get up and take that un-dreamy Dreamer out!

TBC

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The bloody visage of Hyper Elf contorts up in pain as he lies over the canvas, twisting and turning with pain moving down his neuron ends toward the brain cells. The Hardcore Prince, having no jitters or what so ever from pulling the move, hurls up to his feet before starting to eye the battlefield around him. Locating and finding both his opponents down, Shawn turns his attention toward the cage wall – the chain link fence with sanctuary on the other side. Knowing how he would have to be Spiderman for a while, Dreamer walks up toward the ropes and uses them as stepping stones toward the honeycomb link wall, climbing his way to the top. Though the climb seems real easy apparently, it’s equally hard as climbing up the Mount Everest; it takes real long for the Floridian to reach the mid-point of his journey, and that’s exactly when Steven Daniels is observed to stir up to his heel. It doesn’t take the Blonde Aristocrat long to spot the trekker and he darts at him right away, attempting to stop the Jacksonville native on his way to triumph and victory. Like a bullet though the spinal column, the stiff forearm of Daniels crashes against the back of Shawn, loosening his grip a little. The third of the Daniels clan wasn’t done there though, and was feeling all Lee Harvey Oswald for a while; he started to club relentlessly onto the back of the Deathmatch Prince, like a perfect assassin, and by the end of his assault, the Floridian rips off the cage, falling from a feet high like a soaring martyr. SDIII moves out of the way and lets Shawn to crash against the canvas with a thud, like a woodchuck moving out of the harms way of a falling tree.

“Ouch, that has to hurt! But then, Steven just showed the world why he should be the one to face Kasabian all alone. You know how things get better when it’s one on one, right? Not some epic *bleep*?”

“Wish they could censor your mouth too, Ray. I, for one, wonder how I survived all these years sitting next to you and hear out to your idiotic slurs!”

Steve, with his road to victory and a match against Kasabian clear to the fullest, decides to stay inside the ring as he mounts himself atop the EVPW original, hammering away onto the skull of Dreamer. The Uncrowned Prince, still fresh to some extent, tries to put his hands forth, but fails as the fists of Daniels hit wayward all over his visage. Soon the crown and the cheeks of Dreamer take up a tinge of red, but that quite doesn’t stop the Connecticut Blueblood as he remains spontaneous on his attack. But soon the saviour for Dreamer arrives from the blue, and pulls Steven off him with a giant sole to the face. Like a bolt from the blue, the boot of the Donut Addict hits the bridge of the nose of SD3, sending him down like a sack of potatoes. With the back of his head taking in the collision, Daniels sends his hands back, gripping onto his skull tight as he slowly rolls aside, away from the harm’s way.

But Hyper isn’t quite interested in the rich brat; he grabs onto the left leg and arm of Dreamer before pulling him toward the corner, situating the martyr of the Prince by the turnbuckles. The Sugar Powered Superstar then steps outside over the apron and starts to climb the turnbuckles, one after the other, till he reaches the apex. Once up there, the Donutavian stands upright over the top padding, though his feet looks all wobbly. Saying his prayer and what not, the Middle-aged Middleweight launches himself off the top rope, like a warhead shot from a cannon. Soon gravity does its trick and sets the not-so-small Elf to soar down at the ribs of Dreamer, sending his dome to crash against the ribcage of Dreamer. The Hardcore Prince rolls aside right after the impact, crossing his arms across his chest which has turned all red, being on the receiving end of the Hyper One’s signature move – Suicidal Sugar Rush. The Californian, getting the crowd all rowdy, gets up on his knees and stares at the scenario around him, which is pretty much to his favour.

“I can’t believe Hyper pulled that move with such perfection! Oh well, I say sugar actually keeps you healthy, wise and young, even though your age goes up high!”

“What the fuck did he just do right there? He went up, jumped off the top like a psycho suffering from manic disorder, and luckily didn’t break a few bones! I say Mr. Zero should just realise this old *bleep* or exchange him for a new, young gun!”

Though it initially seemed that the move didn’t do much damage to the Elf, it actually did; the Californian starts to limp toward the ropes once he’s up, attempting to take the easy way out – escape the cage. But before he could put his leg on the first step of the staircase to heaven, a firm grip clutches onto his boot. Frustrated and desperate, Hyper lets out a sigh before he turns his attention back, only to spot a crawling Floridian to grab onto his boot.

“Let go, Dreamer! It’s my night!”

The Superstar experiencing Sugar-Rush tries to reason with Dreamer, trying to make things easier. But the Hardcore Prince isn’t quite the dimwit; he shakes his head vigorously, showing his stance against the Donutavian.

“Oh, you leave me no choice!”

Flipping around like a coin, Elf turns his attention to Dreamer and sends his feet to strike against the nose, attempting to brush aside his adversary clinging onto his last thread. But it seemed that the Hardcore Prince had already foreseen it; he grabs the incoming boot of Hyper and twists it, dropping the Concord resident down to the canvas, nose-first. With his already injured nostrils subjected to further exploitation, the Energetic One screams out at the top of his voice – calling out to God, Jesus, his mother, whoever he can to get to save him from the pain. But the Jacksonville’s pride had other intentions, he wanted a win right there. He grabs onto the legs of the Donutavian and drags him toward him, before hooking his legs up, putting him in a pinfall predicament. The official slides down to the point right away and starts to count the three decisive seconds – the ones that might land the Uncrowned Prince in the main event of Championship Carnival.

“Oh my, there’s the pin! I bet Dreamer is going to the main event against Kasabian!”

ONE!!

“Wrong, fool! See who’s coming in! It’s my blonde superhero!”

TWO!!

Just as the referee’s hand goes down for the second time, Steven Daniels III, who has been waiting for the perfect time all through, leaps into the equation and shoves Dreamer off the Hyper One, breaking the pin. The Aristocrat from Stanford quickly gets over Dreamer and starts to pound all over the skull of the Floridian again, trying to stitch the unfinished businesses – which he started earlier – up.

TBC;

[TPK/Acid]

Steven restrains himself from turning into one of the savages he so despises, and simply moves himself away from Dreamer. While he clears his head, this gives both The Uncrowned Prince of Extreme, and The Donut Junkie time to recover. Steven turns back toward the action, and is faced with a now standing Dreamer who is seemingly faced with a choice of either going after the weakened Hyper, or the seemingly bigger threat of Daniels. His choice is easy, Hyper wasn't making much of an effort to get back into the match at this point, and The Aristocrat of EVPW was staring him down. Dreamer, showing a new-found sense of energy, explodes towards a Daniels who's jaw is agape from shock. Dreamer barges shoulder first into Steven Daniels III, bowling him over. However, Steven makes like a yo-yo and springs right back to his feet. Dreamer simply changes direction, and hauls his foot out in front of him, drilling Daniels in the chest. Daniels goes down, and this time he stays down a bit longer.

JP: Almost a Big Boot style maneuver there from Dreamer, and like that Steven Daniels the Third is on his back.

Ray: That's perfect, Stevie baby you stay right there. Daddy's coming!

Ray pops to his feet, but is halted by JP who simply places a hand on his shoulder, and pulls him back into his seat.

JP: You'll thank me when you realize your face isn't in danger of getting bashed into a cage wall.

Ray's reply is simply a very feminine whimper, as he looks doe eyed into the cage. Meanwhile, Dreamer looks like he's the King of the Mountain as it were. He is the only man on his feet, both of the other wrestlers down, and better yet down by his hand. His party is crashed in an instant when he catches The Deity of the Donuts clambering to his feet, aided by the very cage that holds the three men in it's metallic embrace. Shawn lowers his gaze to the mat, his head now shakes from side to side mostly from disbelief. After a sigh, Dreamer decides to deal with Hyper before he becomes a threat, but from out of nowhere The Energetic One snaps his right leg into the air, driving the foot attached to it crashing into Dreamer's jaw. Rather than take advantage of the obvious pristine escape conditions before him, Hyper fishes a bloody hand into his trunks, and somehow comes out with a sprinkle covered donut. The Donutvian's eyes can almost be seen glowing as he moves the sugary delight towards his mouth, his teeth touch the pasty and it's all over, within a minute the treat is gone, and Hyper is as good as new.

JP: Wait, did Hyper just eat a donut he pulled from his trunks. The very same trunks he's been pouring sweat into this entire match? That's a bit on the disgusting side...just sayin'.

Ray: What, you mean to tell me you've never eaten a donut you pulled out of your, or some other random man's pants? Then you sir, have not truly lived.

JP: Right, well if that's living go ahead and start digging my grave. Because I, don't wanna be alive.

While the two colleagues in the announce booth jaw on about the match, Hyper Elf has kicked into overdrive. High on a donut fuel, Hyper moves at Steven at break neck speed. Once he arrives at Daniels, Hyper easily peels The Richy Rich of Wrestling to his feet, and fires him forcefully at the solid steel structure surrounding the ring. Steven, being too close to the cage for the ropes to save him, simply bounces the side of his face, and his whole upper body, into the cage causing it to vibrate rapidly. Before he can even think about what is going to happen next, Steven is hit from behind by Hyper who literally throws his entire body at Steven. Having just been pancaked between a cage, and Hyper Elf, Steven leans up against the ropes and pulls himself towards the nearest corner. Hyper speeds at Steven, who leans in the corner, but misses his mark when it wisely leaps to the side. Elf's forehead smashes into a cage corner, but this doesn't take him down like one would think. Just knowing Hyper is goigng down any time now, and The Prince is already down, Steven makes a mad dash for the door. He is yelling for the ref to open it the entire time, but this doesn't help matters, as the ref fumbles with the key. Eventually the official gets the door open, but it's too late to do anything for Steven. Hyper, who manages to keep from falling over, has him grabbed by the back of the trunks. The Elf rolls Steven up, and the ref inside the cage slides over.

ONE!

JP: I think Steven highly underestimated the power of the donut there, Hyper Elf just powered through that vicious shot to the head. And now, he's got Steven pinned.

TWO!

Ray: Pin ATTEMPT, not the same as a pin Jimmy. Steven is still in this, he'll not be beaten by a simple roll up here. Donut High or not!

Steven manages to fall to his side, effectively breaking up Hyper's pin attempt. All eyes suddenly shift to the cage door, as Shawn Dreamer tried to stealthily escape from the steel hell. His escape wasn't to be however, as Hyper quickly latches onto Dreamer's right leg. Shawn kicks, and shakes his leg, but the Elf just won't seem to detach itself. Steven, while Hyper has Dreamer's foot trapped, crashes a stiff bicep into the back of Dreamer's head nudging him up against the cage to the side. As Dreamer moves away from the door, Elf cargo still holding onto his leg, the official slams the door shut and locks it back at the request of Steven.

TBC

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Ensuring that the door is shut well, the Rich Brat turns around and eyes his opponents, who are pretty much stuck to where he left them. The World’s Greatest Consumer of Donuts still has his hands around the feet of Dreamer, who is leaning over the ropes with imaginary stars revolving around his head. Smirking at the state of the two, the first ever ICW champion marches forth and plants his boot onto the bloody face of Hyper, trying to push the Donutavian aside. The stomp, however, stains up the sole of the boot, getting SDIII to back up in horror. He falls on his ass and strides back, backing up against the chain link wall, screaming the name of his Butler – as if he was the saviour who could avenge him from the predicament. But then again, Chauncey does; the formal dressed manservant jogs up to the side where Steven leans and throws a clean rag to his master through the honeycomb wall. The Connecticut Blueblood quickly grabs the cloth and starts to scrub his sole hard, trying to rub out even the slightest trace of blood clinging on. While the Stanford resident is at it, the Hardcore Prince is observed to come back to life, and he instantly darts at the Third of the Daniels Clan, breaking through the claws of Hyper in the process. Steve, busy with his cleaning, doesn’t see the incoming Dreamer until the stiff knee of the Floridian crashes against his jaw, setting his skull to fly back between the ropes and hit the wire-mesh wall. The world turns pitch black for SD3 for a while, before stars of all sorts and colours start to fly around him, taking him away to a virtual galaxy.

“Damn you, Dreamer! You almost shattered my boy’s nose right there! Wait till I get my hands on you!”

“Hyper much, Ray? I guess you know what will happen if you get inside that cage?”

“Yeah, right; as if those two can put their hands on me! I’d *bleep* them from the back and cut their *bleep* off!”

Dreamer, successfully punting the Stanford resident miles away with the punt, turns his attention at the Energetic One, who is slowly stirring up to his heels. Crossing his arms over his chest, the Floridian shakes his head in frustration; he was eyeing an escape, and the rising Californian is out there to crash his party. The frustration of Dreamer soon gets channelled to fury as the Jacksonville’s finest marches up toward the Donut Addict, who has managed to get up on one knee. Even though the world anticipated the fall of the Donutavian, the veteran shows he has more left under his sleeves; he unloads a barrage of fist as Shawn draws near, bombing all over the abdominal wall of the Uncrowned Prince. The sudden flurry of punches sets the one half of the United Glory champions to back away, clutching onto his stomach, giving Hyper the much needed time-out. The Glucose-charged warrior uses the time wisely, as he pushes the canvas and regains vertical base – all set to fight against the odds. Balling his fist once more, the Lover of all things Donut makes a beeline toward Shawn, lunging onto him as he draws near. The momentum filled Concord native was too much for Dreamer to handle, and he falls under the mass of Elf like a sack of potatoes with the Energetic One mounted over him. With the picture perfect Lou Thesz Press putting him back on the driver’s seat, Hyper Elf starts to pummel the face of Shawn, draining chunks of composure with each stiff fist.

“Love him, or hate him, you gotta applaud the heart of Hyper Elf. He’s already forty and gray, and he’s still kicking.”

“True, but my boy, Kassie doesn’t want old *bleep* to dance with him. He’d rather prefer to run his hands all over Steven. OOOH! The idea simply gets me to *bleep* in my pants.”

“*bleep* in your pants? That just reminds me of Justin Savior, the guy who got murdered by Pyro years back. Poor soul, may he rest in peace.”

Pummelling the life out of Dreamer, the Energetic One gets off the carcass of the Floridian and looks around him, trying to spot the rich brat. But the Connecticut Aristocrat was nowhere around – at least not within the sight-range of Hyper. Trying to figure out whatever happened to Steven, the Hyper one stands right there and rubs his chin, only to have the answer be telegraphed to the back of his head. The Richie Rich of EVPW, who has been sneaking behind Elf the whole time, sends his elbow to crash against the Californian’s skull, taking him down to one knee. The third of the Daniels Breed follows up the attack by whipping his arm across the chest of the Energetic One, sending him flopping back with a knife edge chop. Feeling all invincible inside, Steven lets out what could be the swagger of the century, garnering a heavy round of jeers from the audience. But to much dismay of the audience, he gives a rat piss to their reaction, and quickly makes a dash for the nearest wall, clawing his way up the wire-mesh trail to triumph and success.

“There goes Stevie, my boy! Climb up, son! Climb as fast as you can! We can have our Baby-Oil Deathmatch at the pay-per-view!”

“Say what?! I don’t think Zero would endorse that!”

“If he can book something stupid like the Evening Tea Deathmatch, why not this?!”

TBC;

[Hyperelf]

It didn't take too long for the Elf to get back up on his feet, and spotting the clever Steven Daniels clawing his way up the side of the chain-link fence. Hyper stumbles his way over and begins chasing after him with Daniels now grabbing onto the top of the cage. His face smiling in delight, his mind only on getting out of this hell hole. Yet suddenly he felt a small tug with someone grabbing his ankle. He looks down at Hyper, bloody and battered with an evil smile of his own. "You're going nowhere!" The energetic one grabs his opponents ankle with both hands, putting all his weight on the rich one's leg. He screams in agony, with his arms gripping tightly around the top of the cage. His manservant on the other side of the cage is helplessly trying his best to get his master to pull through the pain, jumping up and down like an idiot.

Jimmy Pate: This is getting intense, because if Hyper Elf let's go. We could see our first victor!

Ray White: Come on you hunk of man you! Don't let that old rotten meat hold you down!

Jimmy: Will you shutup, that's not helping any-And oh my god! Hyper Elf has locked in an ankle lock!

With the Elf at a 45 degree angle from the cage, he grips and contorts the ankle of the Aristocrat, trying his best to force him to let go of the cage. It seemed like several seconds of screaming from Steven Daniels the third before he could no longer take it anymore as both men, due to not having any support on the cage, falls several feet with their backs colliding severely with the unforgiving canvas.
Meanwhile, Shawn Dreamer was taking it easy in the corner, nurturing his head from the attacks he received just minutes ago. He knew it was his time to shine when both men were laying on the mat. He targets the pastry warrior since he was the first to move. With the Elf getting up to one knee; Shawn immediately finishes picking him up to his feet and tucks his opponent's head into his armpit. He attempts to pull Hyper Elf off the ground into a front suplex, but the clever elf was able to wrap his leg around the uncrowned prince's to keep him from going anywhere. He releases the hold and quickly performs a snap suplex to Dreamer. Hyper gets up immediately yelling at the top of his lungs as if he opened up his third energy tank. He charges at the rising self-proclaimed hardcore prince for a clothesline, but it was easily countered, Shawn throwing Hyper over onto his back with a hip toss. The Hyper one, gets up a little slower with his hand on his lower back, feeling the pain from that one. One half of the tag team champions boots the Elf into the abdomen, forcing him to double over once more. This time the placement of his arms resemble the Northern Lights Suplex maneuver. He pushes up with the legs and tosses the 40-year-old veteran over his shoulder, his back striking the mat with a thunderous sound.

Jimmy: This match has been going on for quite a while now. You'd think at least one of these men would be tired out, or at least one of them would escaped the cage by now.

Ray: It's my precious Steven Daniels. He's keeping them inside the cage until he is the first one out!

Hyper Elf rolls to the side of the ring as Shawn pivots his attention to the trickster, Steven Daniels, but just as he does, the Aristocrat was already waiting. A quick kick to the gut, he pulls Dreamer's arms back with his head in between Steven's legs for the familiar Daniels Driver. Yet the former TV champion would have none of it, as he counters the move lifting him off the ground with his back and throwing him behind. As Steven slowly recovers, the uncrowned prince comes in for the kill, his hand grabbing onto the short blond hair of the third generation Steven Daniels, but once again, with his demise, Steven punches his arm through the air at lightning speed, grabbing the neck just underneath the chin. Dreamer suddenly begins to freak out with his arms flailing every which way as he slowly begins to lose oxygen. in his body. The Daniels Death grip taking its toll on the native Floridian as his eyes begin to gloss over. The referee stands by for any signs of unconsciousness or surrender.

Ray: That's right! That's right! Take him down Daniels! Jimmy, do you not see the skill and technique Steven Daniels brings to the table? You can't tell me that he is not the best in the ring right now.

Jimmy: I obviously can't argue about his technique in the ring, but the fact that he's a huge prick is a different thing.

Ray: But even then he does it with such class.

Yet out of the blue, Hyper comes flying in, springing off the second rope and performing a perfect dropkick to Steven Daniels III forcing him to let go of his firm grasp on Shawn Dreamer. Though the maneuver forced Daniels to stumble back into the ropes with his arms suddenly getting locked up in them. He tries his best to get out, but it was too late as the Californian was already in front of him grinning like a maniac. The audience goes crazy as they witness the rich prick get what he deserves. The Hyper one throwing punches to the face and abdomen, and continuous open handed chops to the chest at amazing speed for even a 40 year old man. The uncrowned prince pushes Hyper off of Steven Daniels, and begins taking out his own frustration on the on Stamford's own. Hyper Elf takes a second before getting annoyed himself, forcing Shawn back off of Steven so he can continue his smackdown. The two eventually turn on each other yelling at the top of their lungs while getting up in the other persons face.

Jimmy: It looks like they both wanted to beat the crap out of Steven Daniels, but it seems now they've gotten frustrated with one another.

Ray: It's all in Steven's massive evil plan.

A deep sigh comes from Ray White.

Ray: He's such an evil genius. I just want him in my arms right now.

Suddenly both men pull back and begin trading punches. Each right haymaker hitting the other across the chin with the Floridian ultimately getting the upper hand. Sending several right-handed strikes to the Hyper one in a row. Irish whipping him to the other side of the ring, he comes right back slamming his own body with his while wrapping his arms tightly around the donutavian's torso, and finally throwing him over with a picture perfect belly-to-belly suplex. The Elf rubs his back as he gradually gets back up to his feet. Dreamer comes at him again, trying to grab the old veteran, but Hyper used his quickness to get up behind him, and tries to toss him up. Though something was wrong, as the tag team champion was not budging, for his hands was grasping firmly on the ropes nearby.
Hyper Elf continues to struggle, pulling from the back of Shawn Dreamer. When all of a sudden, Steven Daniels the third was able to finally remove his brutally beaten self from the ropes and wraps himself around the torso of the glucose-warrior. With this extra strength, Shawn was no longer able to hold on any longer. The energetic one lifting the uncrowned prince, while the Aristocrat lifts the pastry lover. The audience in the arena go absolutely insane as they watch Dreamer being released in mid-air, flipping over and crashing front first into the mat. While at the same time, Steven Daniels held onto Hyper Elf, the back of his neck smashing into the unforgiving canvas with the Stamford son going for the pin attempt. The referee slides in for the count.

Jimmy: What perfect display of athleticism there! It was like two German Suplexes at once going on at the exact same time! I am truly amazed by these three veterans.

Ray: That's right! And guess who lifted up both those men? My own, Steven Daniels!

Jimmy: But something is troubling me. I was just re-looking over the card here, and it specifically states that this match is to decide the ranking of these three men in the Imperial Championship division.

Ray: Yeah, so?

Jimmy: Well, it only specifies that the person with the highest rank out of the three will go to the first one that removes himself from inside the cage. Not by pinfall. So either, I'm just reading it wrong, or the wrestlers and referee have no clue.

Ray: You're just worried that old past-time is going to be eliminated by my baby!

Jimmy: That is definitely not the case. And also, that past-timer you mention up there is the same person you cheered for years ago.

Ray: But.. He's just so old now.

TBCB