Kane vs. Dreamer }{ SFF | SUBMISSION MATCH

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The bell sounds thrice, marking the start of the first contest of the night – lovingly called the Strong Foot Forward by the EVPW management.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following is our Strong Foot Forward and is a submission match!”

GOD IS A MAN!

God is a Man by Face to Face hits the speakers, getting the Lockdown Hall to get filled with cheers of all sorts. The ecstatic crowd knows what’s coming up next, and they aren’t let to wait for long – the Hardcore Prince walks out of the entrance tunnel soon after. Dressed in black Cut Squad merchandise t-shirt, the Jacksonville’s Finest stops at the top of the ramp, eyeing the crowd with his ever-calm smile etched on his face. The one half of the United Glory champion is slung over his shoulder, and is glittering by the heavy light radiated atop Shawn, adding further aura to it’s holder. Done eyeing and breathing in the electricity, Dreamer walks down the aisle, through the arch of cheering people, slapping the hands of the ones by the railing on his way to the ring.

“Introducing first, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing this morning at an impressive 267 pounds… he’s the HARDCORE PRINCE, Shawn Dreamerrrrr!”

While Morna is at it, Dreamer had reached the end of the line and had hopped over the apron. Pushing his legs through the middle and the top rope, Shawn steps inside the ring, garnering a loud pop from the audience. He takes off the gold off his shoulder and holds it up high, putting it high up on display for the audience, to earn another huge round of cheers. Dreamer then hands the strap to the referee and takes the microphone from Morna, making it clear that he has things to say before the match can actually began.

“You know, it has been like two years and half since I have been out here in EVPW.”

“I faced several men over the years, and probably had the honour of facing some of the best the company had to offer. Vladimir Strife, Metal Dragon, Matt Oliveira – those are some names I faced and lost against, and have no regret. They were the best; in fact, up on their own league. They were simply out of this world, and I, for one, feel pity for the youngsters who can’t have the opportunity of doing things that we did years back.”

“But sadly enough… well, not sadly; I wasn’t man enough then. I have been around for so long, and yet haven’t had my chance to be face the Imperial Champion even once. I had this chance three weeks back that I blew up, but you know that saying – losing makes you stronger, and being stronger means you have a great comeback in the end.”

“Tonight, Christian Kane will be my first step toward the throne of the company. I have always been with EVPW though thick and thin, and it’s about time I make a statement. It’s about time I win the Imperial Championship and take the gold back to Jacksonville. The Pervert has had his time, and it’s about time he gets kicked on the teeth, courtesy to Mr. EVPW.”

“Christian, I have overheard what you said to Mr. Thompson the other night. You called for some worthy competition, and the way I see it, you just rubbed it on the face of the bests of EVPW. You call for worthy competition after going up against Hyper Elf? Boy, you don’t know anything about this place! So yeah, get your ass out here, Kane, ‘cause this Hardcore bitch has a few tricks of his own to give you a proper competition!”

Handing the microphone back to Lizzie, Dreamer positions himself on the corner, eyeing the entrance tunnel ever so seriously to catch the first glimpse of his opponent – Christian Kane.

TBC;

[Christian Kane]

Dreamer adjusts his attire before stretching his neck from side to side, limbering up and flourishing his tedious pre-match habits. Shawn Dreamer had never competed for the Imperial Championship, and tonight was his lone opportunity to catapult himself into the main event where he could compete against Kasabian Stalker to grab that brass ring that had eluded him for two and a half years. His jitters were justifiable; the tag champion was about to go toe to toe with a man who mat and chain wrestling ability was as great if not better than his own. The anticipation ceases as "Falling Apart" by Zebrahead hits the P.A. system. The velvet curtains slowly part, swaying back as the Canadian Sensation emerges to a chorus of boos.

Lizzie Morna: "Introducing the opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, this is Christian-"

With a microphone in hand, the undefeated Canadian immediately raises it to his mouth, spontaneously interrupting Lizzie in the process and cutting his theme music short.

Christian Kane: "Cut the music."

"When Christian Kane asked for a worthy opponent he had Kasabian Stalker in mind. Instead, i'm handed Shawn Dreamer. I don't know if you landed awkwardly on your head at Championship Carnival, or your brain has been dented by a steel chair too many times that your brainwaves our out of whack, because I can't fathom what gave you the inclination that you could actually defeat me.

But I digress. I guess you will suffice. Tonight I'm going to make you my personal gateway to the Imperial Championship. All 206 bones in your body will feel like they've shattered when I'm through with you Shawny. Tapping out will be your salvation."

The mic drops as Kane makes his way down the ramp, the noise in the arena being the boos and jeers of the patrons filling the Solid Core Gymnasium.

Jimmy Pate: "Strong words from Kane. Both these superstars have a monumental opportunity."
Ray White: "A chance to be beaten by Kasabian Stalker."
Jimmy Pate: "I won't go that far. Both these men are capable of dethroning the Imperial Champion."
Ray White: "I wasn't quite talking about beaten in a wrestling match as I was... you know what I'll just leave it up to your imagination!"

The Canadian quickly knees up onto the apron, staring into the outskirts of the arena as he rises to a vertical base. Kane creates a gun with his finger before firing it on himself, and taking the remains and tossing them into the stands. Afterward he enters the ring, shooting a glare at Shawn Dreamer who fires one back in retaliation. Kane smiles his usual smug grin, before making his way toward the far corner. The bell suddenly chimes thrice as the two slowly advance from their corners.

TBCB Dreamer

[Christian Kane]

The two superstars begin circling the ring before meeting each other in the center of the ring, quickly locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Christian’s squinted eyes, and Shawn’s gritted teeth demonstrate the importance of gaining the immediate upperhand in what proves to be the most important contest in the career’s of both combatants. Despite being the heavier of the two, Dreamer finds himself being coerced into the ropes, as Kane gains the early edge. With the tag champ pressed against the cables, the zebra clad official steps forward in an attempt to subdue the Canadian Sensation, and preserve the order in the contest. As the referee begins his five count, Christian intimates as if he’s going to abide by the rules, slowly relinquishing the grapple and appearing to back away from the reeling Floridian. But the sportsmanship and obedience is feigned, as the Canadian clanks his forearm underneath the chin of the Cut Squad member, connecting with a European Uppercut that befuddles Shawn and leaves his head whiplashing to the side. With the cheap shot having created a window of opportunity, Kane opens up Shawn’s arm and reels back his near hand before unleashing it upon the veteran’s chest. The clashing of hand against bare skin, the flesh wrenching chop elicits a yelp of pain and momentary wincing. Kane steps away to relish in his position of control beaming with self confidence and a supercilious aura. The nimbus of self-gratification shifts along with the momentum, as Shawn suddenly bounces off the ropes, his forearm being driven into the jaw of the undefeated Canadian with a vigorous force. Having sent his foe stumbling back into the center of the squared hell, Dreamer steps leaps forward with his knee and maliciously drives it into his opponent’s solar plexus, forcing Kane to double over as it burrows into his gut. Intent on exerting his dominance and will, Shawn quickly snatches the head of the Canadian Sensation and sidesteps, before locking it in between the crook of his elbow and the side of his body. In a perilous predicament, with his face turning a purple shade and the oxygen being deprived from his brain, Kane is completely in a state of discomposure, and coupled with a sense of desperation and panic; the Canadian begins driving his elbow into Dreamer's abdominal region. Much to his delight, Dreamer is forced to surrender his hold, allowing Christian to escape. Kane darts across the ring, bouncing off the cables to gain momentum before charging at his adversary. Dreamer swings his arm through the electric atmosphere, prompting his opponent to take evasive measures, as Kane ducks his head and circumvents the Clothesline. He rebounds off the ropes for a second time, this time slowing up in time to leap into the air, flourishing his athleticism. He ends of straddling the shoulders of the Hardcore Prince, who simply pulls him down from the sky, thrusting him into the canvas with authority.

Jimmy Pate: "That was a great counter from Shawn Dreamer. The aggression behind that Powerbomb is making it clear how badly he wants to be Imperial Champion!"
Ray White: "More like how badly he wants to prove that Kahlan has not been carrying him. He's trying to vindicate himself, and that can only be attained through climbing the mountain."
Jimmy Pate: "If that's your take on it. I just think the guys trying to realize his life long dream."
Ray White: "Too bad nobody asked for your opinion Jim!"

With his foe already supine and vulnerable, Shawn attempts one of his patent maneuvers, locking his nemesis’ legs in his armpits. Before he can force Kane on his side, Christian leans upward before glancing Dreamer’s face with his fist, ringing his bells long enough to free one of his legs. The liberated limb is then fired at the unsuspecting tag champion, scrambling his brains as the sole of the Canadian’s boot lands square in his forehead, sending him staggering like a drunk. While Dreamer intimates signs of being punch-drunk, Kane begins slithering into the corner, deeming it an opportune time to gain distance from his foe as well as take a breather. How his pursuit of solace and recuperation is precluded by the Hardcore Prince who regains his bearings and advances toward his antagonist. At this point, the winds of change gust through the Solid Core Gymnasium, as Christian seizes the lunging Dreamer’s nearest arm before tugging him forward. The momentum carries the former Television Champion shoulder first into the unforgiving steel post; the ring trembles slightly from the impact, which causes the manifestation of Kane’s pompous smirk.

Christian climbs to a vertical base, skulking behind his foe whom gradually detaches himself from the steel post. Holding his right shoulder whilst cringing in agony, Dreamer hints a possible injury, a physical inhibition the Canadian would be more than happy to exploit. With his eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas Day, and his mouth salivating like a dog about to chew it’s new bone, Kane lurches his boot at the turning Floridian, forcing him to lean over as it impacts his gut. Upon executing a double underhook, Kane plants his feet into the canvas, transferring all his energy to his legs in order to create enough leverage to hoist his foe into the air. That is exactly what transgresses, as Christian Kane lifts Shawn Dreamer upside down and into the atmosphere before releasing his far arm. As the Hardcore Prince plummets down through the electric ambiance, Kane strategically lifts his leg, placing it across Shawn’s chest. As he pancakes onto the mat with a resounding thud, the technical Canadian follows suit with his second leg before leaning back, commencing to bend Dreamer’s arm with utter malevolence and a clear intent on hyper-extending it.

"I've got a question Jimmy. How do you catch a butterfly?"
"You break its wing!"
"That's exactly what Christian's doing. He's going to pull Shawn's shoulder right out it's socket."
"He locked that Crucifix Armbar in right from the Double Underhook Suplex. Shawn may have no choice but to tap out, or risk serious injury!"

The cloud of trepidation looms over Dreamer's head as Kane continues to pull on his arm, urging him to submit or else have his arm broken. Shawn doesn't oblige, refusing to succumb to the pain and pressure, instead turning his head toward the near ropes, his only chance at salvation. Aspiring to seek refuge and safety in the ring cables, the seasoned tag champion begins sliding his body across the ring, inching closer and closer, much to the chagrin of Kane who is completely perturbed by the Floridian's tenacity. In spite of the excruciating pain, and the official relentlessly asking him if he wants to quit, Dreamer shakes his head no, desperately protruding his foot near the ring ropes. His extended leg meets its mark, his foot hitting the bottom rope, bringing relief to the grimacing face of one half of the United Glory Champion's as the armbar is forced to break. With the damage having been dealt, Dreamer slides under the bottom rope, contrary to Christian Kane who rises to his feet, his face conveying a story of a man on a mission, a shark smelling blood in the warrior. He acquaints his hands at the center of his gut before sliding them across his waist, taunting the crowd and demonstrating his ambition to become Imperial Champion. His display of impudence induces a chorus of boos from the patrons, but most importantly, gives Dreamer enough time to convalesce. The Floridian leans up on the ropes, diverting Kane attention from the lively audience, and influencing him to react impulsively. He charges at the ropes, playing into Dreamer hands so to speak, as the veteran drops back down to the apron and pulls down the ropes, causing Kane to trip over the low bridge and tumble outside of the ring. Shawn slowly climbs back to his feet, his good arm grasping the ropes, using it as leverage to climb back to his feet. With his injured arm gingerly hanging by his side, Dreamer takes a quick breather, waiting for Kane to rise after his unceremonious exit from the squared hell. When his oblivious opponent in fact does regain a vertical base, Dreamer runs along the apron before leaping into the air. His feet quickly extend toward the turning Canadian, planting them in his chest, sending him flying into the guardrail, while Shawn himself falls hard on the concrete. While the Hardcore Prince lies inert after his aerial attack, Kane sits perched on the floor, back against the security barrier, having been forcefully removed from his high-horse much to the enthrallment of the crowd.

"Dreamer put his body on the line there with that Dropkick. You never know what will happen when will happen when somebody takes to the skies!"
"It reminds me of sex... high risk, high rewards!"
"I don't quite follow."
"That's because you've never been with a gay man. You never know if you'll get aids, you just know you'll be pleasured!"
"I could have gone a lifetime not hearing you say such a thing Ray."

TBCB Dreamer

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The plethora of cheers from the audience rings in the ears of Dreamer like sweet music as he pushes the ground around him, making the first small step toward regaining his vertical base. He rises to his knees and palms – much like a quadruped animal – only to find his adversary dazed and seated, supported by the guard-rails. Knowing how wasting time wouldn’t make a difference, Shawn slowly rises to his feet, keeping his eyes on his opponent all through. But then, the Jacksonville’s finest soon reaches the epitome of disappointment; throughout his climb and struggle, Christian hadn’t moved a nibble and is still dead by the barriers. With his eyebrows now intertwined in the middle, the EVPW Icon marches his way up to his seated opponent, only to grab onto his bleached blonde hair. But little did the Technical Extremist knew that the Canadian was playing possum all through; Kane pulls the mouth of the tights of Dreamer and pushes him over his head, sending him flying onto the other side of the guard rails. The patrons, seeing the entire thing coming, moves out from the way as Shawn falls over the rough concrete floor, luckily missing the unfolded chairs. Outsmarting the veteran with perfection, the Canadian Sensation flashes his swagger and points at his cranium, showing the world where that had came from. The crowd, having nothing but hatred toward the rookie, pours their heart out as they jeer out in unison, at an ear deafening amplitude.

“I swear I never had seen such a dirtiest player of the game. I, for one, never saw that coming, and I must say that not only had Christian outsmarted Dreamer, he had outsmarted us too.”

“I’m already starting to love this kid! He knows how to tear wings off a butterfly, and also knows how to fool and trap them!”

“That’s just mean, Ray. That’s probably the act only a bully would do.”

“Have you heard about Mr. Zero and his bully campaign? I would stop right here, before I get kicked from this seat!”

But then, through the howling audience, the husky voice of the middle aged referee propels through, getting Christian all alarmed.

“FIVE!”

For a while, he forgot that he was in a match, and the screaming count from the official brings him back to reality – where there is a match going on. Glancing over at his opponent lying on the other side of the border, Kane makes a dash for the ring, making it in just as the referee yells out “SIX!”. Once inside the squared hell, Christian rises to his heels and throws a sly smug at the audience, letting them have a good look of the face that would headline every other PPV from this point forward. But to much surprise of the Canadian, the crowd doesn’t respond to his brash antics at all. The pro-Dreamer audience in the Lockdown Hall starts to pull the fallen Hardcore Prince up to his heels, aiding the Floridian to the fullest. The Maple Leaf Sensation simply can’t hold himself at the looks of things, and tries to make his way out, only to be caught by the lawman. While the referee constricts the haughty rookie, the Floridian Prince makes his way to the ring – hopping over the railing, charging down the roughly padded floor and sliding down under the bottom rope.

Back in the ring, the Hardcore Prince continues with his momentum and charges at Kane, with his arm extended like a Boeing jet’s wing. Spotting the imminent peril before hand, Christian tries to hold the referee to himself, much like a shield from the demon charging at him. The referee, irate at the act of the Toronto native, pushes the young buck and moves out of the way, letting the one half of the tag champions to strike like a thunderbolt. With his eyes inflated like a pair of balloons, Kane fall victim to the hard clothesline from Dreamer, which turns him inside out before sending him down with a thud. Setting the crowd to jubilation, the veteran sets himself down right beside Kane, only to grab his left arm and trap it between his legs. Being a technician himself, Kane knows what’s coming his way and tries to waggle out, failing eventually in the end as Shawn locks his arms around his chin, much like a dog collar buckled up. Once acquiring a proper hold of Christian’s chin, the United Glory champion starts to yank back the skull of the Canadian, applying pressure on the neck and the upper spine region of the rookie. The arrogant greenhorn simply screams out sharply as jolts of pain gets infused down his nerves, heading up to his spinal column.

“There isn’t a deadly submission manoeuvre as the crippler’s crossface, and Shawn has smartly pulled it off his bag. It would be worth watching now if Christian would be able to break out of it.”

“Hah, as if Christian has came all this way to give up so early! That kid is an Imperial championship material right off the bat, and I simply hope he wins it tonight.”

“Don’t you think it’s too farfetched to hope on a kid like that? I still believe that he got lucky at Championship Carnival and luck wouldn’t favour him every other night.”

“You know what, Jimmy? You’re a loser, and so is your buddy, Dreamer! Kasabian vs. Kane, next PPV, Imperial Championship – that’s something that would set us off the records!”

Though the submission hold from Dreamer took over him like the deadliest of the cancers initially, Christian soon tries to make a remedy out of it. The Canadian waits till Dreamer reaches his optimum strength, and once he does, he starts to crawl his way up toward the set of ropes with his arm still locked between Dreamer’s legs. Like a decapitated war hero, Christian crawls his way toward the trio of ropes on the other side, dragging Dreamer along the tracks with him. Seeing how his plans are on the way to go vain, the Hardcore Prince tries his best to apply more pressure – even if it takes apart his body – to try and stop Kane on his tracks. But then, CK was bobbling with enough willpower like Lance Armstrong; he just had to make his way toward the panacea – in this case, the bottom rope. Teeth gritted, face contorted and veins stuck out – the “crippled” Canadian continues his path toward the lifeline, and eventually clinches onto it, activating the rope break rules. Clouds of frustration shrouds upon the face of the Floridian instantly as the Toronto native catches the rope – his only sanctuary to save himself. Being the gentlemen he always is, the former TV champion doesn’t wait for the referee to complain and lets Christian go, letting him to swamp over the canvas and recuperate.

“That… that footage should be shown in every other rehab centre for free! Striving to survive? There’s a great example set by Kane right there!”

“Ray, that kid wants to win and that’s the least he could do. You can’t even connect Christian and the sufferers in the rehab like that.”

But then, the frustration pinching around the skull of Dreamer doesn’t let him be the nice guy for long. Staring at his recuperating foe for a while, the Floridian makes a dash at him, sending his knee to wallop against popped out head of Christian with authority. The referee has a world to complain at it, but Shawn doesn’t give a rat’s ass to it. He hits reverse and backs up, with a devious aura flashing on his pupils. Knowing how Dreamer has simply lost it, the zebra stripes clad lawman tries to stop the Hardcore Prince, only to be shoved aside and let to fall over the dusty canvas.

"YOU'RE DONE FOR, CHRISTIAN!"

Letting out a loud war cry, the Jacksonville’s Pride charges at Christian once more, trying to replicate his previous attack to perfection. But then, it seemed like the wondrous rookie had already foreseen it; right as Shawn hits the perimeter of vicinity, Christian moves out of the way and grabs onto the boots of the Floridian, tripping him in the process. The man regarded as Mr. EVPW lands over the middle rope, with his neck landing over the metal chord.

“Smartness unbound! This is why this kid should be the next Imperial champion!”

“Did someone dump the gay man? What happened to all your love toward Kasabian?!”

With the boots of Dreamer still within his grasp, Christian places them down to the canvas and rises up to his heels, only to leap up in the air and land over the toe of Dreamer with his knees. The knee smash to the back of the ankle sets the Floridian to twitch off the rope and land over the canvas, as if he was subjected to high voltage current. He sets his knees over his chest and starts to massage his ankles, trying to subdue the heavy pain inflected on him. While Dreamer is at it, the Canadian Sensation is sported to have an ear-long grin – much like the villain, Joker, of the Batman fame – enjoying the suffering of his opponent. But then, the impatient rookie doesn’t waste much time in celebration, and let his mission sip out. Ruthless like his resume suggests, Kane marches forth and grabs onto the right toe of Dreamer, before starting to twist it pivoting the ankle. The eldest of the Dreamer screams out in pain as Christian continues to coil his toe to the brink of breakage, putting the maximum pressure he can onto his ankle.

TBC;