Grockadoc vs. Shawn Dreamer }{ [TEXAS DEATHMAT...

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Shawn Dreamer walks out with a shopping cart filled with goodies, which he parks at the end of the ramp. He pulls out a tire iron from the rubble of weapons and enters the ring, waiting for his opponent, Grockadoc.

TBC Lach;

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

Grockadoc strolls down the ramp, pauses at the goodie laden shopping cart, and rummages inside, finally producing a lead pipe, and enters the ring.

DING DING!

TBC by Shawn

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

For several moments after the bell rings, neither man moves, each staring at each other intently. Shawn Dreamer squirms under the rather menacing gaze of Grockadoc and grips onto his tire iron, with a vice like grip. Without warning, the Salvation of EVPW lets out a snarl of rage and begins to pump his massive legs, charging at his opponent who stands there, stunned. Whilst running, the Warrior of Christ raises the lead pipe which he has clutched in his frying pan sized gloved hand above his head and sets his cold dead eyes onto his opponent in the corner, who suddenly takes a few swift steps forward, in the direction of the raging three hundred pounder. This seems to startle Grockadoc, who falters a little, but manages to wrestle control back from his on surprise and swings his hand down, bringing the lead pipe, whiplike with it, and aiming it at the skull of Dreamer. It looks as if Dreamer won't be able to block the blow, until, the last moment before impact, and quicker than lightening, Shawn suddenly flings out his tire iron, and blocks the lead pipe shot from Grockadoc, knees buckling from the strength of the blow. Grockadoc stares dumbfounded that Shawn managed to successfully block his weapon shot, before letting out a snarl and pushing harder, trying to break his blocking. Dreamer struggles under this added strength, and, as the lead pipe gets to within an inch of hitting him on top of his head, he suddenly kicks his leg out, and drives the heel of his foot into the right patella of Grockadoc, instantly forcing him to break his assault on Dreamer with his weapon and clutch his kneecap in pain, all the time maintaining his gaze on Dreamer, eyes watering in the corner. Dreamer suddenly stands up straight, free from the overpowering strength of his opponent and drives his tire iron into the cranium of the helpless behemoth, sending him crashing to the mat, watery eyes rolling into the back of his skull. He drops the tire iron, and quickly covers his opponent, hooking a leg. ONE! The referee slaps the mat once, initiating the count. TWO! The referee slaps the mat again for a second time. THREE! For a third successive time, the referee slaps the mat in what would be the end of a normal contest. Happy with himself, Dreamer breaks his pinfall and stands over the fallen behemoth below him, and watches as the referee begins to start a new count.

Ladies and gentleman, this is a Texas Deathmatch. This is why the pinfall didn't end the match because you must inflict so much punishment your opponent can't answer a count of ten. However, to initiate this count of ten, you must first successfully pin your opponent, which Shawn Dreamer has just done.

Yeah, you have to pin your opponent, and keep them down for 10 seconds afterwards.

I know, I just said that Ray.

It was too long winded Jimmy. Short and sweet.

Bet that's the way you like your "partners" isn't it?

I like em long and thick, but that is besides the point.

ONE! The referee checks on Grockadoc, and content, begins to count him. TWO! The crowd begin to chant along with the referee, willing Shawn Dreamer to knock the beast down for a 10 count. THREE! Almost a third of the way there and the Holy Crusader still hasn't moved. FOUR! Still nothing but the regular breathing of the three hundred pound co number one contender. FIVE! Halfway through losing contendership status, Grockadoc's eyes suddenly flick open, his eyes glassy. SIX! Grockadoc begins to stir and manages, with tremendous difficulty to sit up just as the referee counts SEVEN! Grockadoc suddenly makes it to one knee and the referee counts again. EIGHT! Grockadoc swiftly manages to haul himself to a vertical base and breaks the count, much to the disappointment and frustration of Shawn Dreamer, who reaches down, picks up the tire iron and swings it again, driving it into the already prone right kneecap of the Christian, making his knee buckle violently sidewards and sending him to the mat in pain, clutching his knee which looks to have been dislocated slightly. Whilst clutching his knee, Grockadoc rather gingerly pushes it rather hard back towards the centre of his knee, readjusting it and letting out a howl of pain. Dreamer stares down at his opponent, and then to his weapon of choice, clutched in his hand. He swings it over his head and downwards, driving it into the shin of Grockadoc, eliciting another fresh howl of pain, and Dreamer continues his assault with the tyre iron. After his blow to the shin, Dreamer steps towards the Holy Crusaders toes, and raises his weapon again, this time driving it into the booted ankle, more groans of pain. Content with his instrument of destruction, Dreamer drops his weapon and begins the assault on the injured right leg of Grockadoc, stomping firstly on the knee, and then the ankle, all the while the largest man in EVPW rolls on the canvas, screaming in pain.After several minutes of stomping on the leg, the smaller man in the match drops to his knees, and tries to cover Grockadoc. ONE! The referee's hand slaps the mat hard. TWO! Again, he slaps the mat. Before he can slap the mat a third time and begin the incapacitation count, Grockadoc, with tremendous might pushes Shawn Dreamer off of him and sends him a couple of feet in the air, away from him, breaking the pinfall emphatically. Unable to do anything from the fall, Dreamer puts his hands out, trying lessen the impact of the unforgiving canvas. He slams into it hard, and his wrist is jarred rather painfully, but he manages to cushion the fall, however, unluckily for him, he manages to land on the tire iron, which drives into his chest. Dreamer lets out a moan of pain, and clutches his wrist, which is already starting to swell.

A smart strategy Shawn Dreamer has employed thus far in this Texas Deathmatch. Grockadoc's whole offence relies on power and strength, and this match requires a loser to be unable to answer a count of ten. If Shawn takes out Grockadoc's legs and ankle, he cannot stand, stopping most offence from the big guy, and preventing him from getting up.

It is smart, you are right Jimmy, but it is rather unoriginal. Every single match Grockadoc is involved in, the first thing the opposition targets is his knee. Grockadoc has had various knee problems in the past, and the roster seems to be aware of this fact.

So why is it unoriginal? If a weakness is detected in the opponent, a wise wrestler will exploit said weakness. It is the oldest trick in the book. If you are dumb enough to enter a match with an injury, you deserve to have it exploited.

It is unoriginal because it is the only deficiency in Grockadoc's game. Nobody can stand toe to toe with him, but for once, I would like to see them try.

TBC: Shawn

((Sorry for the late reply but I've had a rather unfortunate week as I have explained to a couple of you.))

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Anguishing in pain, the Hardcore Prince twists and turns over the dusty canvas, crossing his arms over his chest which had taken a pale tinge of red. He quickly rolls out of the ring and takes himself out on the sidelines, leaving the stage and the spotlight all to Grockadoc. The behemoth, with the middle rope now within his grip, sits up and shakes his head a little, brushing off the cobwebs that had got his vision to be blurred to some extent. Once done, the near seven-footer hurls his frame up to a vertical base, before starting to scope the scenario around him – the empty battlefield with the deformed tire iron lying lazily over the canvas. Eyebrows intertwined in confusion, the Knight of Jesus walks over to the ropes on the other side, only to have his face beam up in joy – the joy of finding his adversary, and in not so pleasant state. Seeing how he has the floor to do almost everything with Dreamer down and out, Grockadoc exits the ring through the eastern side of the ring, before heading out for the shopping cart filled with goodies. The ever-bloody thirsty EVPW crowd rejoices hard as the Christian starts to rummage through the pile of daily household items – the ones which would take the role of weapons of mass destruction for the match tonight. After scavenging through the rubble for a while, the behemoth pulls out a loop of barbed wire and wraps it around his mammoth arm, much like tinsel around the Christmas tree. Done wrapping, the behemoth digs up through the pile once more, before starting to throw out things that goes with his liking – a pizza cutter, a black sack filled with unknown content, a cheese grater and finally, a single mouse trap. He then picks up the pizza cutter from the ground, before turning his attention to the side where Dreamer is at, only to find his foe to be up on his heels, and standing being supported by the ring apron. The Christian Crusader, seeing how the scenario is more like now or never, rushes to the corner where Dreamer is at, seeking to take out the Hardcore Prince before he could fill up his composure meter to max.

Once drawing close to the Jacksonville’s Finest, the former member of Hands of the God extends his barbed wire wrapped arm to his side, trying to catch and take out the head of Dreamer with his trunk-like arm. But unluckily, Dreamer had seen the entire thing coming; like a smart veteran he is, the Hardcore Prince swiftly ducks under the behemoth’s barbed-wire wrapped arm, saving his head from being hunted. He then quickly spins around his heels and connects his elbow to the back of the skull of Grockadoc, sending the monster flopping forward over the barely padded floor. Shawn, with the crowd cheering hard and rallying behind him, flips the fallen giant over like a coin, getting him to have his face-up to the ceiling and the rafters above. He then mounts himself atop the chest of Grockadoc before nailing him with a few lefts and rights, setting imaginary canary birds to chirp and fly around his dazed skull. The Hardcore Prince, now having a smile of fulfilment on his face, snatches away the pizza cutter from the hands of the Unholy Crusader, as easily as stealing candy from a baby. The former EVPW TV champion then looks at the world around him, before starting to guide the wheel of the pizza cutter over the crown of the behemoth, piercing through the soft skin in curvy lines and let blood to ooze out of the incisions. Like a slaughtered animal hanging on the last thread of life, Grockadoc shoots his limbs around and squirms in pain, as the merciless Uncrowned Prince continues his crafty work, drawing his epic masterpiece on the forehead of the Christian, which turns out to a “D” – the initial of his last name.

“I must say that Dreamer is totally taking things up to Grockadoc, and is reminding the world why he is the most vicious man when it comes to ultra-violence bouts. I, for one, really don’t see a way how Grockadoc might get back to the match after losing so much blood.”

“And folks, it looks like Jimmy Pate fancies Shawn Dreamer secretly! I don’t know what benefit you get from sucking his ass day in and day out, man. Guys like you seriously give us – the homosexuals – a bad name!”

“Oh boy, Ray White has finally snapped and has made a vulgar comment in a PG show. Way too go, man; I can’t wait before Zero plants his boot square up your ass!”

“Jimmy, I never expected you to be so callous. We are here at Solid fuckin’ Core Gym tonight, man, and there is nothing that can stop us… much like nothing can stop Grockadoc from winning this!”

Carving his insignia ever so loosely, the Hardcore Prince gets off the behemoth and throws the blood-stained utensil aside, getting it to land a few inches away. He then bends over and grabs the bald skull of the giant, before starting to yank him up to a vertical base. Even though the Christian Knight tries to put little resistance against Dreamer’s tow, the Hardcore Prince remains persistent on his act and eventually pulls the giant up, on his heels, wobbly like a badly-constructed tower. The Floridian Extremist then laces his arm with that of the behemoth and projects his massive frame to the other side, sending him to charge forth and crash chest first against the guard rails. “OWWWW!” goes the audience in unison as the Knight of Salvation stumbles back by a few steps and flops over the floor ever so dramatically – much like a giant tree falling after being chopped. With waves of pain now throbbing through his ribs, the Man from the Unknown lies flat over the cold concrete with his arms crossed over his chest, covering up the pain-inflicted area from any incoming attack. But then, the Floridian wasn’t eager to let his adversary lie and relax; Shawn, bobbling with momentum, marches up to the behemoth before starting to grabbing onto his right arm and dragging him to the region where the weapons are.

“It looks like they are heading up here! I really can’t think of what Dreamer has in store for the Knight of Christianity.”

“A shot to cranium with the third testament? A nice nutsack massage? … Oooh, I want the second one!”

“Is it really necessary to make such comments, Ray? I, for one, simply feel that they are totally uncalled!”

Passing past the commentator’s desk, the Hardcore Prince guides the fallen carcass of his foe toward the ramp, where the pile of weapons lies, alongside the shopping cart. He lets go of the arm of Grockadoc once they reach close to the shopping cart, and starts to dig through the pile, trying to come up with something juicy to finally pack, dust and send the giant to where he belongs. Soon Shawn comes up with the object that pleases him the most, and it turns out to be a light tube – a common tool used in every other ultra-violent bout. Grabbing the rod tight on his left hand, the EVPW veteran starts to hurl up the behemoth for more punishment, before…

*SNAP*

Little did the Hardcore Prince spot that the behemoth had reached out for a mouse trap and had held it within his grip; as Dreamer tries to tow up the giant, Grockadoc throws the trap at the face of his adversary, setting it snap against the nose of the Floridian. The sudden curveball from the Christian sets the Chair-Swinging Prince to stumble back and fall over the aisle, leaving the proverbial driver’s seat for Grockadoc to claim.

TBC;

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

After his rather sly weapon attack, the Warrior of Christ rummages around in the pile of weapons, looking for an instrument of violence to inflict more punishment on the Hardcore Prince, who is trying to yank the rather crude, but effective weapon, the mouse trap, from his nasal area, eyes watering from the pain. After a struggle of several moments, Dreamer manages to prise open the mouse trap, and let his nose free, leaving a rather nasty looking gash where the trap and snapped shut with more force than one expects from a object that small. Preoccupied with his search for a weapon, the Weapon of God stops his search, and smiles rather wickedly, before pulling his hands out, and clutched within is a rather wicked looking bull whip, covered in barbed wire. The behemoth seven footer slowly rises to his feet, and turns to face his opponent, the self proclaimed "Hardcore Prince", who is crawling up the ramp, away from the three hundred pounder, to have enough time and space to get to a vertical base, without any form of pain at the hands of Grockadoc, who is slowly stalker Dreamer, a wicked glint reflecting from the cold, dead, black beady eyes of the largest man in EVPW. The Floridian, Dreamer, manages to reach the stage after a rather childish and manic crawl on hands and knees that resembled a 2 year old, before Grockadoc suddenly unravels the leather whip, and extends it to its fullest length, which is approximately 10 feet. Without warning, the Salvation of EVPW raises his arm, bringing the whip above his head, and snaps his wrist rather quickly, sending the whip sailing through the air, whistling, bulletlike. With a sickening crack, the whip finds its target, and a blood curdling scream of pain emanates around the Solid Core Gym, as the barbs on the barbed wire bury themselves into the flesh on Dreamer's back, and the leather smacks into them driving them further, before Grockadoc retracts the whip, taking rather grotesque chunks of the Hardcore Prince's flesh with it, which elicits another bout of screams of pain from the American. Content with his rather barbaric and brutal instrument of blood spilling, the resident Christian of EVPW lets out a lather crude and spine tingling laugh that makes the hairs on the back of the audience' neck stand on end. Dreamer's muscles in his body contract as he is gripped by a pain he has not experienced before, leaving him writhing on the steel entrance stage, clutching his back which is now bleeding in pockmarked fashion from the unforgiving steel barbs from the wire.

How could anyone devise such a horrible weapon! It is that kind of thing that makes this twisted, demented and disturbed individuals, like Grockadoc, even more dangerous!

Grockadoc doesn't need a weapon to be dangerous. Look at that physique! He is simply magnificent. You could grate limestone on those abs!

You are drooling on the equipment Ray! Quit it, those headphones and television monitor are expensive! More than you can afford at least.

Sorry, what was that? I was just thinking what that whip would feel like if Grock used it on me.

Nevermind.

Not done with his opponent, the Pawn of Heaven again cracks the whip across the already bright scarlet bloodied flesh of Dreamer's back, once again, causing him to contort as spasms of pain wrack his body. Dreamer lets out a huge gasp as the barbs pull themselves free, taking more chunks of his flesh with it. With the whip retracted, Grockadoc releases his grip on the handle, and lets it fall onto the stage, a clink of metal on metal rings around the Solid Core Gym as the metal barbs of the Barbed Wire strike the steel of the entrance stage. Utilising his freakishly long legs, the Purger of Sin strides over to his rather violently convulsing opponent, and rolls him onto his shredded, ripped and bloodied back, and hooks a leg. ONE! TWO! Before the referee can count to three, and begin to count to ten, the Hardcore Prince manages to, rather gingerly, twist his back and roll his shoulder up off the steel stage, breaking the count, much to the frustration of Grockadoc who lets out a snarl of rage, and releases his grip on Dreamer's hooked leg, letting it thud onto the hard surface of the ramp. With resignation on his face, the Salvation of EVPW slowly clambers to his feet, and reaches down, wrapping his massive gloved mitts into the smooth slick hair of the Floridian and yanks him to his feet rather powerfully, all too easy. Staring into the Hardcore Prince's eyes, a flash of fear flecks across them, as Grockadoc thrusts his gloved hand out, wraps it around the throat of Dreamer and lifts him high into the air, slamming him down, whiplike onto his torn and bleeding back onto the metal stage with a chokeslam, before dropping down to his knees and covering the Floridian again, hooking both legs this time. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Relieved at having finally put away the Hardcore Prince, Grockadoc lets go of the opponents legs and stands up, staring down at his crumpled opponent, as the referee begins to start a new count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Dreamer could be out like a light after that horrendous chokeslam onto the unforgiven steel of our entrance stage! Flesh is not supposed to meet steel that hard!

Nonsense! Flesh is supposed to meet steel that hard in matches like this where there are no disqualifications! I didn't see you say that when Dreamer was intent on kneecapping the Salvation of EVPW! You are completely biased Jimmy, and have double standards!

It is not double standards. Grockadoc stands for everything I despise! He is ruthless, unforgiving and is a mental headcase that shouldn't be in wrestling. He should be in a straight jacket locked inside a padded room in some mental institution, and the key to his cell mysteriously lost.

So you are saying you are jaded and blinded by your deep hatred for Grockadoc you are unable to commend anything he does. This isn't about you Jimmy.

FIVE! The count of the referee continues, and Dreamer is slowly coming to, much to the shock and horror of Grockadoc, who had expected this match to be over and done. SIX! The Floridian starts to sit up, and manages to sit upright completely as the referee counts SEVEN! Desperate to make the count of ten, and spurred on by the now cheering audience, Dreamer suddenly twists, trying to make it to his feet, kneeling on the stage. EIGHT! The Hardcore Prince manages to make it to one knee, and struggles to push himself upright. NINE! Grockadoc starts shouting at the umpire to count faster. A split second before the referee can count to the number that will end this contest, the Floridian, with great strength and determination, manages to heave himself to a vertical base. Shocked, the Warrior of Christ charges at Dreamer, his forearm raised, and drives it into the raw, bleeding flesh of the Hardcore Prince's back, sending a bout of pain induced screams from the mouth of the smallest man in the match, sending him to the cold steel floor below once more. Without wasting any time, the resident Christian of EVPW bends down and hauls Dreamer to his feet once again, but the veteran counters, thrusting his thumb into the eye socket of the behemoth, causing him to release his titanic grip on the much smaller, much shorter man, grunt in pain and clutch his eye. Not wasting any time, Dreamer strides swiftly over to the instrument of violence that Grockadoc had used to rip his back to pieces, the Bull Whip wrapped in Barbed Wire and snatches it up, before turning to face his torturer, looking to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Oh no! Dreamer has picked up that barbaric whip! He wants Grockadoc to know the pain of having your skin flayed form your body piece by piece! GIVE IT TO HIM SHAWN!

You are a commentator Jimmy. You are supposed to be impartial! Continue doing this and your neck will be on the line, you mark my words!

WHO CARES?! Dreamer is about to take the fight to Grockadoc, and I am sorry, but after the damage that Warrior of Christ did to the Hardcore Prince, I for one want to see the favour returned.

And that is why you have had several written warnings from the top. You continue to ignore the nature of the match, the personality of the wrestlers involved in the match and let one eyed bias and hatred for another cloud your judgement and your commentating skills, which are affected badly.

My commentating doesn't suffer! In fact, I like to think it becomes even better, due to having a character the viewers can relate to. Apart from my obvious good looks of course.

Grockadoc bends over, clutching his eye, which gives Dreamer a clear shot at the rather muscular and tanned back of the giant, which the Hardcore Prince has no hesitation in seizing. Like Grockadoc, Dreamer raises the whip above his head, and slams his hand down, flicking his wrist and sending the brutal torture device slapping into the glowing flesh of God's chosen one, causing the big man to shudder in pain and fall to the ground, back arched in pain. Not content on the one blow, Dreamer withdraws the barbs from the skin, leaving holes where the barbs had penetrated, blood starting to seep from the wounds. The Floridian again raises the whip, only to send the rather crude and horrible device into the pockmarked flesh of Grockadoc again, eliciting more grunts of pain, and contortions of his body. He retracts the whip, and with it a rather large chunk of flesh, about the size of a quarter. Dreamer stares at this rather fixated, before returning his attention to the more pressing matter: Grockadoc. With his hardcore knowledge and creativeness, Dreamer smiles, before striding over to the downed Grockadoc, bending down over his head and wrapping the barbed wire coated whip around the muscular neck of the Salvation of EVPW, much to the horror of the fans. He stares down at his prone opponent, who is completely defenceless against his proposed action, and pulls rather sharply, tightening the whip around the jugular of the behemoth, sending the barbs sinking into the flesh of his neck, again causing another bout of painful screams.

What is going to be your views on this one Jimmy! Shawn Dreamer is about to Kill Grockadoc! Surely you cannot justify this action! Those barbs could nick Grockadoc's jugular and cause him to bleed out and haemorrhage! Or choke him to death. Or both!

My view is that Dreamer is doing things he feels necessary to defeat the three hundred pound monster. As you said, unnecessary force doesn't exist in matches like this. If Grock dies, well Dreamer wins.

Surely you cannot be that anti Grockadoc that you wish him dead so Dreamer can face Kasabian Stalker next week for the Imperial Championship at Madhouse!

Dreamer doesn't need me willing him on to kill Grockadoc in order to face Stalker. He has all the tools necessary to do it on his own. Grockadoc stands no chance in this match, and I know that for a fact due to the scene that is unfolding on the stage right as we speak!

TBC SHAWN

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The vengeful Prince continues with his onslaught as he continues to choke the resident Christian of EVPW with the bullwhip, while the latter screams out and shoots his limbs around in pain. The barbed wire loop wrapped around the whip had already dig through the soft skin of Grockadoc and has already got multiple small wounds around the neck of the monster, through which drops of blood are seen to ooze. The ever-vocal EVPW crowd, completely appalled by the act of Dreamer, breaks out a chant of “Let him go!” from all corners, trying to save the behemoth from the verge of passing out, or even worse. But then, the screams of the audience completely goes unheeded as Dreamer remains persistent with his act, choking the Christian Knight to the final thread of his life. He keeps on with the hold and continues to increase the pressure until the seven-footer known to the world as Grockadoc finally shuts up and flops over the aisle, seemingly passed out. The Floridian keeps his hold on for a while even after the resident Christian fell, but then lets him go in the end, with his senses kicking back in. He then gets down on his knees and flips the behemoth over, before falling over his chest and putting him in a pinning predicament. The lawman, standing close to the point, quickly slides down to the point and starts his count to three – the three count that would trigger the ten count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR—NO!

Before the palm of the referee could go down for the third time, Grockadoc raises his shoulder from the ground, breaking the pinfall predicament. The Hardcore Prince, frustrated enough with Grockadoc escaping from the pin, slaps the ground around him in rage before starting to scramble up to his heels, to try and unload further torment on his adversary. With drops of blood seeping through his ravaged back, the Eldest of the Dreamer Dynasty gingerly walks up to the shopping cart, before starting to dig through the pile once again. He looks through the pile for a while with intertwined lashes – seeming not to find the perfect thing he was looking for – before his face lights up with a huge grin of satisfaction. He pulls out a small, tinted bottle from the pile and starts to walk up to his fallen adversary with a sly smile on his face. Once drawing close, the former TV champion unscrews the cap of the bottle and lets the content roll out, letting out a dark liquid that lands over the face of the monster. As if he was subjected to a high voltage shock by an electric eel, the superheavyweight shudders and screams out, getting the world around to look on with perplexed faces. With ruthlessness written all over his face, Shawn continues to pour the liquid down, until all of it is drained onto the face of Grockadoc, who is now twitching and turning in pain. The vindictive Jacksonville native then looks at the label of the bottle and reads aloud the words printed over it – “Tincture Iodine; corrosive if used excessively” – before letting it fall with a ring and roll down the ramp. The crowd jeers hard at the callous act of the Uncrowned Prince as he flashes his swagger and scopes them out, as if he loves every bit of negativity thrown at him.

“Look at that Jimmy, the hero is being booed out of the building! I’m glad how the audience has their eye-caps off now and understand how Shawn is a fucking butcher!”

“We have seen Dreamer in such predicament before; he can’t control his rage in close match situations and turns into a demon, and destroys things around him. Unlucky enough for Grockadoc that he is now on the receiving end of Dreamer’s ruthless attitude.”

“Don’t back him, Jimbo! He was almost killing off that monster – a perfect specimen of a hunk! You can’t just support him like that!”

“I’m not supporting him; I’m just pointing out facts, unlike you – always after male physiques!”

Done taunting the audience, the Hardcore Prince once again struts back to the shopping cart and picks up the light tube lying beside it – the one he intended to use earlier. He walks back to the behemoth with the tube in hand and once drawing close, bends over to grab his bald skull and slowly pick him up. Out of composure, Grockadoc simply can’t resist the Floridian’s tow, and eventually gets up on his ginger limbs, facing his adversary. Dreamer, with a picture-perfect plan chalked inside his thinking panel, sends his boot up to the solar plexus of the behemoth, getting him to double up instantly. The kick sets the mouth of the Christian Knight agape, and the United Glory champion simply takes the advantage of it, as he shoves the light tube into the open-wide mouth of the behemoth. The Prince of Hardcore then grabs onto the skull of Grockadoc and drops down to his knees, pull the skull of the giant down in the process, and connect with his dome. The sudden thrust to the lower jaw sends the Man from the Unknown to finch back and fall, with the fragile light tube shattered into million pieces inside his mouth and ravage his oral cavity. Pulling out one of the most sadistic move off his repertoire – the KO – the Jacksonville’s finest falls to his knees once again, hooking up the leg of the monster and pinning him to the ground.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

The Eldest of the Dreamer Lineage gets off the behemoth, with his arms raised high and with a huge grin as the audience screams out an array of foul words, showing their feelings toward their now-changed hero. The referee, done with the initialization, gets up on his feet and starts the count to ten – the count that might result the verdict of the match.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

The behemoth lies inert over the floor as the Prince of Ultra-violence is spotted to be standing by the guard rails, interacting with a fan sitting on the closest bleacher.

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

Shawn is seen to be standing with the fan with his arm around his shoulder and sharing the fan’s popcorn, with his smile speaking out his mind – he’s confident that the match is over and he’s the one bagging the big win.

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

The dead behemoth is seen to show some sign of life, shaking his noggin slightly. Sensing how things are slowly looming toward his doom, the Sadist from Jacksonville starts to charge his way up to the fallen carcass of the behemoth, just as the referee screams…

EIGHT!!

To much shock of the Hardcore Prince, Grockadoc sits up, with his eyes nearly bulging out of the socket - angered to the fullest. Frustrated and desperate to the fullest, Shawn prowls forward and nails the giant with a huge boot to the skull, flooring him again.

"CONTINUE THAT COUNT!"

The EVPW Icon howls at the zebra clad official, asking him to resume the count. But then, to much dismay of the Floridian, the referee shakes his head vigorously, disapproving the plea of the former TV champion. With his hands above his head in total frustration, Dreamer turns around and finds the giant to be up and on his soles, fuming heavily in rage. The Jacksonville's Finest doesn’t even get the chance to express his shock as the largest man of EVPW kicks him right in the middle, bending him up into an inverted L. The crowd roars out high as Grock pulls in the Cut Squad member between his legs and lifts him up over his shoulder. Dreamer tries to battle out of it, but the juggernaut holds onto him tightly and walks forward, down the ramp toward the lying whip. Once drawing close, Grock dispatches Shawn from his shoulder and sends him spine-first onto the barbed-wire bullwhip, with a comical rattle and bang. As if a bullet had gone through his cartilages, the back of Dreamer arches up like a bow as the behemoth looks on - his eyes glowing in joy of fulfillment of aspiration.

“Fuck, Dreamer is powerbombed down to the barbed wire bullwhip! I can’t imagine the pain Dreamer is in, and I’m sure that the pain would go up by tenfold when he wakes up tomorrow morning!”

"Hah, for those who got their bet on Dreamer, boo hoo - you just lost your money! You should have rather saved it for those hookers outside."

"And the escort services - especially the male ones - are arranged by my colleague right here, who is a member of the clan too!"

"Just tell me you're jealous, Jimbo. Tell me you're jealous that you can't be me, and neither can your boy be like my Kassie... or even like Grock!"

Fuming like a coal-powered train engine, the Man from the Unknown kicks the side of the ribs of Dreamer, sending him rolling down the ramp like a barrel of red wine. The rolling Floridian comes to a halt as he reaches the end of the inclined plane, with the juggernaut following the trail he left – the trail of blood that had oozed down his back. The Knight of Jesus stops as he reaches the end of the way and starts to rummage through the pile once again, garnering mixed reaction from the people on the bleacher – some expecting more bloodshed, while some feels that it’s already enough. But regardless the mode of the audience, Grockadoc continues with his excavation and comes up with a small burlap sack, with the contents inside jingling like the Christmas bells. He then unties the mouth of the sack and pours the content right next to Dreamer, pouring over a hundred thumbtacks of golden and silver shades down, much like a light monsoon drizzle. Most of the tacks land over the concrete floor with minute rings, while a few odd ones lands over the system of the Floridian, getting him take a roll further ahead.

But then, rolling away doesn’t help the Hardcore Prince much; the former member of the tag team, Hands of God, walks up to Dreamer and hauls him up by the grip of his tresses, forcing him to be up on his heels. He then pushes his arms between the legs and the shoulder of Dreamer, before scooping and picking him up like a toddle. The Hardcore Prince tries his best to shoot his legs and arms around, but simply cannot break through the hold of the giant – the fifty extra pounds Grockadoc has is too much for his ravaged and exhausted system to power out. Without any hesitation or whatsoever, the Salvation Knight spins around on his heels and falls forward with the Hardcore Prince cradled within his trunk-like arms, sending him down to the pit of tacks below. The EVPW original screams out sharply in pain as his already devastated back goes straight into the innumerable tacks below, courtesy to the huge falling powerslam from the behemoth. He bolts to a seated position soon after, revealing his back to the audience – which has taken the appearance of that of an acupressure patient – before Grockadoc pushes him back to the tack-filled ground and hooked his leg up for the pin. The referee, having one of his busiest night, falls right next to the two and starts to count the pin – one that would take the juggernaut one step close to victory.

“What more can a human body take? Dreamer has taken in more pain tonight than what an average man can take in his entire lifetime. Zero, if you’re listening, there is your most valuable player for this year!”

“Hah, and they call me the most biased commentator of them all! Pull your nose out of his ass, Jim, it has already got brown enough!”

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR—

EOM;

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

Just before the zebra printed referee can count thrice, Dreamer, for the umpteenth time this match manages to break the officials count, keeping this contest alive, much to the anger, and frustration of the three hundred pound behemoth, and the rather sympathetic fans who boo loudly and shout rather disgusting expletives at the Jacksonville born Dreamer. Completely irate now, Grockadoc's face resembles an over ripe beetroot, vein throbbing in his head. With a war cry that sounds like a rhinoceros giving birth, the Salvation of EVPW clenches his massive fists, and begins to tee off on the Hardcore Prince, raining down closed fisted heavy blows into any part of the cranium he can find, including the jaw, temple and the forehead. Powerless to do anything, the rather disinterested looking referee stands idly by, watching the action unfold, unable to reprimand the out of control brute who is hell bent on blood shed. After several moments of relentless fury, the manic monster stops his brutal assault on Shawn Dreamer, who now has a large gash on his forehead, and his nose is twisted at an odd angle. The Salvation of EVPW laughs a guttural laugh, before untangling himself from the slight spasm wrecked torso of the two hundred and fifty pounder, who lets out a long, drawn out moan of pain, and a bubble of blood finds itself escaping from the corner of the EVPW originals mouth, internal injuries a very real possibility after that bone crunching powerbomb onto the needle sharp thumbtacks. Standing over the torso, which may as well be a corpse for all the punishment it has suffered, Grockadoc's eyes burn with a hatred usually reserved for mortal enemies. Instead, they are destined for the EVPW Original, who hasn't moved. After his gaze lingers for several moments, the animalistic behemoth turns to face the ring. His long legs carry him to the cloth apron, under which lies a treasure trove of pain instruments. The Warrior of Christ reaches down, and flips the apron up, revealing the bounty to which Grockadoc looks to utilise. He scans the items one by one, before a smile cracks across his lips, indicating rather wicked intentions for his unfortunate opponent. He darts his gloved paw under the ring, and withdraws it several seconds later, clutching the edge of a wooden table, a sight which excites the fans packed into the Solid Core Gym, who have unusually rallied behind Grockadoc for the first time in his career.

Oh dear! Dreamer looks to be in real trouble here!I don't think he has enough to kick out now, let alone after being put through a table!

Shut up Ray! This match has been a heel of a bloodbath, and more blood will be spilled before this match ends.

The Salvation of EVPW darts his head around, checking to see if the Floridian is still down, and to his relief, finds him in the same shape he left him, a crumpled mess, the only movement the steady, but shallow breaths which he is taking. Content, Grockadoc returns his gaze onto the table, which he unfolds the legs out from underneath, and locks them into place, before easily flipping it over, allowing it to stand, ready for a torso to be slammed through. Happy with his handiwork, the Warrior of Christ turns back to the pile of weapons that Dreamer had brought to the ring and snatches up a large black cloth bag, and striding back towards the table. Grockadoc raises the cloth bag up undoes the drawstrings, and tips it upside down, spilling its contents, more thumbtacks all over the wooden surface area of the folding dining furniture, much to the fans delight. He throws the now empty black bag into the crowd, which causes a commotion as fans attempt to grab the official souvenir. Ignoring the fracas in the audience, Grockadoc, once again, turns his attention to the large, unorganised pile of objects that are intended for pain and snatches up a small with bottle, and an object that cannot be seen. He turns back to the table, and rips the cap off the bottle, and squirts the contents over the death trap he has created. The fluid has a rather pungent smell to it, overpowering everything, resembling gasoline, as many fans start choking on the fumes, they cover their noses and mouths with sweaters and shirts. He drops the empty bottle once the contents have coasted the wood and thumbtacks, and takes out the second object, now recognisable as a box of matches. The crowd give the biggest cheer of the night as Grockadoc strikes on, sending the tip erupting into a miniature fire burst, before a rather tame and controlled flame stands on the tip, slowly burning the wooden match shorter and shorter, and dropping it onto the table, sending the whole thing ablaze in a rather spectacular eruption. Grockadoc smiles slowly, and then breaks down into a maniacal, demented laugh, and turns to find Shawn Dreamer slowly trying to crawl to his feet. The smile is wiped of the larger man's face as he charges at Dreamer and plants the sole of his boot into the side of his opponents head, sending him to the mat once more.

Another stiff shot by Grockadoc! how much more can Dreamer take?

A lot more! Dreamer has never lost in this match, and has been in a worse position than this. However, if things continue in this fashion, I don't think even Dreamer can win this!

Did you just say something positive about Grockadoc? Albeit indirectly?

No. You must be hearing things.

STAY DOWN! Shouts the behemoth to his opponent, referring to his never say die attitude and win at all costs mentality. Despite this advice from his opponent, the Hardcore Prince again, tries to rise to his feet, prompting a fresh snarl of outrage from the near seven footer. Frustrated, the brick wall known as Grockadoc reaches his gloved hand down and wraps it around Dreamer's throat, and hauls him to his feet as easy as if he was just a rag doll. He drags Dreamer towards the table, and with sheer strength, lifts him 8 feet into the air, by his neck. The crowd cheer at this, and Dreamer tries to fight out, swinging his foot wildly. One of the stray boots catches Grockadoc square in the midriff, winding the giant, causing him to release his grip on his opponent. Catlike, Dreamer manages to land on his feet, and desperate to evade the searching grip of God's chosen one, he scurries to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, safe inside the squared circle. After several deep breaths to restore any lost oxygen he had lost after that well placed boot, the Purger of Sin, slowly raises his head, eyes glinting, and settles them on the Technical Extremist, who beckons him to join him. Obliging, the three hundred pound monster, whose origins are unknown, reaches the apron, and climbs onto it, staring at Dreamer from the outside of the ring. The Hardcore Prince anticipated this, and, when Grockadoc is standing upright, he charges at him, waiting until the last moment, before bending over sidewards, bringing his leg upwards, and thrusting his foot outwards, driving it into the point of Grockadoc's chin, Shawn's finishing move finding a target. Instead of feeling the giant, it causes him to wobble violently, but he remains upright. Dreamer curses and walks back to the centre of the ring and repeats the process, again catching the Crusader of Heaven on the point of the chin, and unlike the first attempt, this Sweet Chin Music sends the big man falling backwards, and sends him crashing through the flaming table adorned with razor sharp thumbtacks, all culminating in the sound of wood crunching, and the whoosh as the flames erupt into a huge fireball, and extinguish, leaving no trace of their presence.

And Dreamer has felled the giant! Cover Him! This one is over!

I am inclined to agree. Two Sweet Chin Music's followed by a fall through a flaming thumbtack table is enough to knock anyone unconscious.

Seizing his opportunity, Dreamer almost panicking, charges at the ropes and slides underneath the bottom one, and strides over his crumpled opponent. He falls on top of him, in a rather lacklustre pin attempt.

ONE
TWO!
THREE!

The crowd boo at this, and Dreamer slowly hauls himself to his feet as the referee begins to count again.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!

Grockadoc still hasn't moved, despite the fans willing him to answer the count.

EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!

At the count of ten, the referee turns to the time keeper and motions for him to ring the bell.

DING DING DING!

He raises Shawn Dreamer's hand in triumph, the Hardcore Prince managing to beat the Warrior of Christ, overcoming the odds, and a brutal match.

"Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of the match, and the Number One Contender for Kasabian Stalker's Imperial Championship at Madhouse, The Hardcore Prince, SHAWN DREAMER!"

The crowd erupt into a unanimous round of booes at this outcome. Despite his face being the proverbial crimson mask, Dreamer manages to smile, before wincing in pain, as EMT's rush down to try and remove Grockadoc from the sharp, woody mess he finds himself in. Dreamer wobbles, probably due to blood loss, and strides to the ring post, rather gingerly using it to keep himself upright. After several minutes, Grockadoc is rather wobbly, standing on his own two feet, not convincing, but is standing none the less. Seeing this, and having his equilibrium seemingly restored, Dreamer swiftly strides over the three hundred pounder, who is in the hands of the trainers, his hand extended in a sportsmanlike manner. Grockadoc stares at Dreamer's hand for several moments, and then turns his attention to the man himself, a look of incredulous disgust on his face. He doesn't take his eyes away from Dreamer's and after several moments, swiftly spits in the face of Dreamer, who recoils. The fans boo at this lack of sportsmanship after such a thrilling contest, and Grockadoc begins limping up the ramp with the trainers, leaving Dreamer at ringside with the fans. His music starts blasting through the P.A As the referee again raises his hand in victory, before slowly limping, like Grockadoc up the ramp.

Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for joining us tonight, we hope you enjoyed all the action that has been brought to by EVPW on Genesis. We hope you will tune in this Sunday at Madhouse, EVPW's most star studded event of the year! From all of us here at EVPW, we bid you good night.

With that, the scene fades.

EoT

Thought this match needed an ending as it was an awesome match.