Hawk vs. Dreamer II }{ [STEEL CAGE MATCH]

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Shawn Dreamer walks out to cheers, wearing a stern look, all set to extract vengeance over the Company's golden-boy.

TBC Bryan Hawk;

[Desperado]

'Big Nut Bust' by Big Sean ft. Travis Barker hits the arena as Satan's favourite son makes his way out. Smoke is rising through the ventilators, shining blue due to the neon lights lining the entrance ramp. The titantron displays all the knockout victories from his glory days as an amateur boxer and wrestler.

Asshole then, bigger d-ck now
don't believe me, bitch look down
l-l-look down, tell me how I look now
l-l-look now, bitch look down

Airhead hoes on my kush cloud
thought I was cute then, bitch how I look now
how I look now, tell me how I look now
how I look now, bitch look down

"Next up, ... He stands at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 200 lbs...

"He is ... The King of the Ring, the Master of Mayhem, The Predator of the Skies, ... BRYAN HAWK!"

Dressed in a glamorous, custom designed boxing gown, the former junior middleweight amateur boxing champion stands in charismatic pose at the top of the ramp. His hands are gloved with the tip for the fingers removed. Although not as comfortable as boxing gloves, they were the next best thing. He begins to bounce on the spot, making dodging movements as if he were fighting an imaginary opponent, a smile lining his face.

Ok she why would he, why would he
dropping it properly
got her legs in an angle, that sh-t look like Isosceles
I got 80 carats on me cause I make all that broccoli
got her camera phone, pop, pop, pop, bottles
I know She Could Pop With me
ey ai, ey ai, we hot we hot
at the bar giving away more shots than G-I, G-I
your girlfriend is all on my D-I, D-I
you know, you know
B-I,B-I ...G

His eyes seek out the ring then turn left to right before he bends his knees and goes into a crouching position. Using his legs to propel his feet, he jumps into the air, punching the very atmosphere with an uppercut that sends the crowd into uproar as fireworks explode in spectacular fashion all around the entrance ramp, several times.

"Its been a while since we've seen EVPW's golden boy. He takes on Shawn in a rematch of sorts."

"I don't know about you but I think we're going to see a repeat performance."

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Once the fireworks have stopped, Bryan dashes forward, heading for the ring. Upon reaching it, he takes a leap onto the apron and using his right hand he grabs a-hold of the top rope and uses it to leap over it, landing on his feet in the ring.

Standing on his feet, he smirks cheekily at his opponent, as if he was about to have the greatest fun ever.

"Yo dude's, dudette's and the bitch in the ring. WAZZAP! Bet you guys thinkin 'Where this dude disappear to?' Well let me enlighten you. After I got buried by Kasabian at the Carnival... Yeah I admit it, I got owned but hey, that's what revenge is for right. But that's for another day. Kas got enough on his plate as it is. I'll tend to him later. Anyways, I got an offer to promote some shit being the name I am and the boss thought it would be a good way to promote EVPW so I went off for some business shit, if you know what I mean."

Hawk indicates the reason for his leave was money as he rubs his fingers together.

"Looks like Shawn's back for his own little pay-back. At least you'll still have your tag-titles even after we're done. Too bad that's the greatest achievement you can ever add to your name."

Bryan laughs as he drops the mic and gets ready to rumble as the cage is lowered.[/blockquote]

TBCB Shawn

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

With the steel cage now lowered and the combatants ready to rumble, the referee calls for the bell, marking the official start of the match. The chime of the bell resonates around the arena as the combatants slowly starts to pace around the ring, forming a circle with their footprints while they are at it. Taking a lap around the ring, Dreamer decides to walk up to the centre, only to have Hawk to follow suit and meet him in the middle. Once colliding in the centre, the men of two different poles wraps their arms around each others’ neck, locking up in a neck-and-tie-lockup. The traditional start of the match gets a minority of audience to clap, appreciating the display of old-school wrestling, while the rest remains silent and eats up what’s put in front of them. But then, soon the lock up is transitioned to a manoeuvre, and it’s Dreamer who turns to be the one on the receiving end. The Freebird, tenacious as ever, wraps his arms around the waist of the Floridian and situates himself behind the veteran, applying pressure on the abdominal region. The Hardcore Prince tries hard to dig his nails onto the clamped hands to break the hold, but fails eventually as the Predator of the Skies musters all his strength and lifts Shawn over his head, sending him to crash against the canvas neck-first. The release German suplex sets the Floridian Extremist squirming, with pain throbbing down his nerve ends to the spinal column. While Dreamer twists and turns over the canvas, Bryan rolls over his stomach and devours every second of his opponent’s agony with a huge smile on his face.

Pushing the ground around him, the boxer turned wrestler hurls up to his heels, with the smile still etched on his face. He slowly walks up to the Jacksonville’s Finest and unloads a barrage of stomps onto the pain-inflicted system, spreading salt all over the wounds. The stomps set Dreamer to roll away, like a dog being fended off by a bully, and eventually situate himself under the bottom rope. But then, if only could the rope break rule help the Hardcore Prince; the golden boy of Mr. Zero shows no remorse or whatsoever as he pushes his boot onto the side of the neck of Dreamer, applying pressure in the process. The initial plan doesn’t work out to subpar, but does its damage as Bryan takes a hold of the top rope, using it to keep his balance and for leverage. With his larynx now subjected to a force that might shatter it into pieces, Shawn screams out in pain and grabs onto the bottom rope with all his limbs, clinging onto the chord like a koala. Seeing how the rules are being broken by the Brooklyn’s Bad Boy, the lawman in zebra stripes marches forward and yells at Bryan to back up. The screaming order of the referee, however, goes unheeded as Hawk remains relentless and vindictive onto his attack, gritting his teeth and pushing his boot into the neck as much as he can. With his orders bounced back to him, the referee simply has no choice but to start the count to five, and so he does, slowly inching toward what could be the end for Hawk.

“For those who thought that Bryan would be weed whacked all around the ring, boo hoo! Dreamer is totally defenceless against the Freebird, and I, for one, believe that it will be 2-0 when the final bell tolls!”

“Ray, if I were you, I wouldn’t have ruled out a big Dreamer comeback. We have seen Shawn fall in the early on before, and we also have seen how he’s the master of comebacks. I say it’s anyone’s game at this predicament!”

“Oh, so you expect me to suck up to Dreamer again? I did that before when he faced Hawk, and it turned out that it wasn’t really a good idea. It’s Bryan’s night, Jimbo; the kid is back with his spark.”

Just as the referee reaches four on his count, Bryan sets his feet off Dreamer and puts his boots onto the bottom and the middle rope, starting his climb toward what could be the sanctuary. Pushing his fingers between the chain-links, the Satan’s Favourite Son starts to climb the cage wall, heading up the vertical, fifteen feet way up like a real-life incarnation of Peter Parker. The crowd, totally not happy of how things are not working out for their hero, starts to jeer out loud, showing their allegiance toward the Floridian and, to some extent, play mind games on the New Yorker. The act of the audience somewhat plays it’s part as Bryan halts his climb in midway and badmouths at the world around him, giving them a piece of his mind. But then, the stoppage turns out to be the biggest mistake from the Fists of Satan so far; the Hardcore Prince, fighting his way out of the slumber, starts to get up to his heels by the aid of the ropes. The early wake-up of the Floridian simply shocks the New Yorker and he starts to climb as fast as he can, trying to make the quick escape to end the match short. But the hurried climb doesn’t help him much; the Floridian already had his ideas chalked. Dreamer, seeing how climbing up the cage wouldn’t be a good idea, starts to club away onto the spinal column of Bryan, loosening his grip with every pound. The Hawk from New York, seeing how his high chances of winning the match is seeping out of the window, tries to shoot his boot back, only to find air, but no Dreamer. The missed boots, plus the relentless effort of Dreamer soon plays its part as Hawk falls off the steel mesh wall like a puppet being cut off his string, crash landing on the ground under him with a comical thud.

“What did I tell you, Ray? Dreamer is back and he’s now taking things up to Bryan. It’s a shame how our newly appointed GM has got Grockadoc into the Imperial title equation; Dreamer is simply the best candidate you can get!”

“Dreamer vs. Kassie? Oh, don’t tell me! Stalker would simply decimate and skin Dreamer alive!”

“Not under Edith’s watch, I say. Kasabian hasn’t been let to do his heinous acts lately, and the way I see it, the castle for the Imperial champion is slowly crumbling to dust.”

“You should rather shut your mouth and lick off my foot-dust! You’re a real biased man, and I don’t know why Zero has still kept you under contract. Have you been paying him after-hour visits lately?”

With the fallen carcass of Bryan lying next to his boot, Dreamer mounts himself atop the ribs of his adversary and starts to punch all over his face, trying to extract retribution of what happened earlier. The Brooklyn Bad Boy tries to put his hands on the way as a shield, but most of the wayward jabs connect against the skull and sets his brain to shake, roll and rattle. Pounding Bryan to see stars, the Floridian Extremist gets off the ex-boxer and looks at the crowd around him, who are rallying up behind him from the bleachers. Filling up his confidence bar with the cheers, the Jacksonville-made grabs onto the jet black mullet of Hawk and hurls him up to his feet, all set to follow up the momentum. He drives his boot to the solar plexus of the New Yorker and doubles him over, like a perfect inverted L. The Eldest of the Dreamer Dynasty then hooks his arm around the neck of Brooklyn Predator and grabs onto the mouth of his designer tights, before taking a fall back and landing flat over the canvas, sending Bryan down dome-first. The picture perfect DDT from Dreamer sets Bryan Hawk to twitch and twist over the canvas, clutching onto his skull, trying to subdue the pain jolting down his nerve-ends.

“Down go Bryan and its Dreamer on the driver’s seat now; so much for your bets, Ray!”

“Oh well, it wouldn’t be long before Bryan returns to his feet and takes control of the entire match. You know how partners has to take turns to make an *bleep* more steamy?”

“Gosh Ray… I never could relate a wrestling match to such a thing!”

“Oh well, that just makes me a better sports journalist than you. I can relate anything to homosexuality, you know.”

While the commentators continue to bicker about Ray's sexual orientation and it’s relation to the match, Dreamer is seen to get up to his feet and walk over to the nearest corner. Once hitting vicinity, the Hardcore Prince starts to climb the turnbuckles, ascending each one by one. The crowd, sensing a rare high-risk move from Dreamer, erupts into jubilation as Shawn manages to get himself up on the top rope. The Floridian Prince then turns around, takes a good look at the world below and says his prayer before sending him high in the air like a missile from a drone. Soon gravity takes control of the 268 pound frame of the Hardcore Prince and plunges him down to the ground – down to where the Freebird lies. The Hands of Satan simply doesn’t get the scope to roll out of the way as the Hardcore Prince gracefully lands onto him like a swan, dome crashing atop his heart. The diving headbutt simply sets the ring and the chain-link walls to shake vigorously, while Bryan rolls away to the other side, almost covering the entire ring before coming to rest.

TBC;