Sean Danielsen vs. Kahlan

[Sean Danielsen]

The intro of the song "Famous" by Puddle of Mudd starts ringing throughout the arena, courtesy of the PA System. The lights above the crowd turn shiny blue and smoke starts being fired up from the pistons that are placed right beneath the ramp, allowing the view of the entrance to be hidden. As the song kick-starts, the pyros blast off at the ramp. The chorus to Sean Danielsen's entrance theme can now be heard.

"Just wanna be famous, be so fucking jaded.
'Cause all the playboy bunnies take my money from me.
Show up at the Oscars, look up Dennis Hopper.
The money is for nothing and the chicks are for free!
Yeah, I wanna be! .. (Famous!)"

Wearing his trademark navy blue tights with the Gibson Les-Paul Guitar pictured on them in white and a black, sleeveless t-shirt which says "SEAN" in big letters, Sean walks out of the smoke. The Rockstar stands firm at the entrance like a strong man with an all fired-up look on his face. Stretching out his left arm to point towards the thousands of fans with his index finger, Danielsen now begins beating his chest like a tarzan using his left fist while shouting out loud to the fans. The Wednesday Night Genesis nameplate which reads "Sean Danielsen" rolls down the bottom of the screen. As soon as the Los Angeles native starts making his way down the ramp, he is introduced to everyone by the ring announcer, Lizzie Morna.

"Introducing the challenger. Weighing in at 208 pounds. From Los Angeles, California. "The Rockstar" .. SEAN DANIELSEN!"

Danielsen reaches the steel steps and starts making his way up while smashing his feet one by one at the stairs in arrogance. Upon reaching the final stair, the Rockstar grabs hold of the steel post and uses it to get up onto the apron. Sean now stands at the middle of the apron with his back cushioned against the ropes while his face is turned towards the fans. The camera spots him from somewhere between the crowd that he's turned his face towards. 'Come on! Are you all ready for some action!?' Sean screams out to the fans with a voice full of rage. The crowd replies with cheers in unison. Danielsen now enters the squared circle from the middle rope and makes his way into an empty corner after removing his t-shirt and throwing it into the crowd.

"So here we have it. Sean Danielsen in his first official match in EVPW!"

"We've heard alot about him, haven't we? But let's see if he really is worth all that attention."

TBC by Kahlan.

[Slut (✿ ◕‿◕)]

Soon after his entrance, unceremoniously a new figure enters the scene from behind the curtains. This one is a much smaller, female competitor who strolls out to no music or pyro. She is no other than the well-known Kahlan Clarkson, who has no long term contract with the company but never the less is EVPW’s one half of the United Glory Champions. The Prestigious title is neatly fastened around her narrow waist and she is dressed in black and yellow tights, with snakes and ladders designs running up each leg. Her upper body is covered in a loose black T-shirt and her hands are covered in purple fingerless gloves. The reception is a mixed reaction, while it takes Morna a moment to realise the other competitor is out since no music was played.

Morna: And his opponent, coming from North East England Newcastle, weighting in tonight at one-hundred-and-twenty-two pounds, Kahlan!

With the introduction over with, Lizzie moves to clear herself out of the ring and open the field for Kahlan to climb in, handing her title to the official. The referee hands the title to the helpers on the outside respectively, before he signals for the match to begin…


TBC

[Sean Danielsen]

The two athletes stand opposite to each other having a stare down. Kahlan in a take-no-shit mood with a much determinant look on her face while Sean, the exact opposite. But both being quite their own selves while reflecting an insight of their personalities through these acts. Soon after, the bell rings thrice upon the match official's order and the match gets underway. The two opponents lock horns in a grappling position but soon enough, Kahlan, having an obvious size disadvantage, is overpowered by a much larger Danielsen and pushed into a turnbuckle. The referee quickly jumps in, trying to force Sean to back off but the Rockstar seems to be in a flirtatious mood as he lets go of his foe of the opposite gender after pressing himself against her boobs in a tight close-up. "Wow.. they're getting harder." mouths Sean while backing away and staring at the Ladder Queen's breasts. Kahlan replies with a huge slap right across Danielsen's face which sends echoes throughout the arena as the crowd goes "Oohh!".

"Kahlan is in no mood to play around, as usual."

"Well, I don't know about her but I sure am getting hard by just looking at Sean."

The Cutting Chick now goes on the offensive as she charges in with a swift knee to the gut of her target followed by another knee to the jaw. Sean falls back a few steps as a result while feeling the heat of the impacts but isn't given much time to recover by the begrudged diva as she steps forth to lay another onslaught. This time it's a mean Roundhouse kick which is initiated in perfect motion and hits Danielsen right on the head. But the strike doesn't have much momentum behind it as the self-proclaimed, Sexiest Man on the Planet still remains on his feet, dazzled out a bit though. Thereafter, Danielsen recuperates soon enough to catch Kahlan before she could lash out another vibrant blow and grabs her by the hair. Ignoring the match official's order to let go of the hair, Danielsen pulls the Ladder Queen near then shoves her away to the cables. Kahlan fumbles towards the ropes and rebounds off, returning with much velocity. The Rockstar awaits her return and extends out his right arm in an attempt to knock the stampeding Kahlan off her feet with a lariat, but as soon as the Special One nears, she ducks to avoid contact and rushes towards the opposite side of the ring. This time Kahlan returns with much more venom with another attempt to catch Danielsen by surprise as she launches herself towards her opponent with a Flying Crossbody. But the size disadvantage again comes in display as Sean isn't even moved by the impact, instead he catches Kahlan who is now hanging helplessly in the Los Angeles native's arms. After spending a few moments walking around the ring and showing off his dominance, the Rockstar slams Kahlan down to the mat, covering the grounded diva afterwards as the referee slides in to begin the three count.

ONE!
TWO!
-Kahlan kicks out.

"And that's a near fall! It's gonna take alot more than that to take down the Ladder Queen."

"And alot more is what she's about to get! She deserves it for slapping that pretty face."

TBCB Kahlan, if she's superfast enough to get in a post before the deadline, that is.

[Slut (✿ ◕‿◕)]

While Kahlan dusts herself off and rises up to her feet her pompous opponent casts down a smug look to reinforce his imaginary superiority. Kahlan growls back at the LA comer and charges forth with a vicious kick, which misses its mark as Sean hops back with reflex. He counters quickly with a kick of his own which Kahlan manages to just grab stone still right off her solar plexus. In possession of the foot, Kahlan snaps down to one knee twisting the leg around with a corkscrew motion which consequently whips Danielsen about in mid-air and slams him down to the canvas. Kahlan bounces up to her feet and unceremoniously jumps on top of him to pin him down for what is to come next. And what comes next is a flurry of motion from her right arm that is led by her balled up right fist. Punches rain down onto the starkly distinctive facial features of the hormone driven man, seriously endangering his chick magnetic good looks. Having lost count of how many times she has smashed her knuckles into the cheek bone and the temple of her Yank opponent, Kahlan sits up to carefully lick the palm of her now opened hand. Not taking her eyes off the wide eyed Sean, Kahlan slaps the palm of her hand across the man’s face with its entire newly found slicker grip producing a satisfactory noise.

“Well I heard that from all the way over here.”
“I assure you that Sean felt as much as he has felt anything in his short life span so far.”
“Short life span?”
“Sure.”

Rolling away from her opponent Kahlan manages to get out of the ring from beneath the ropes looking to get to one of the fan barriers to the side. Meanwhile inside the ring, the referee is knelt down checking on the condition of the other not so feisty competitor who is rubbing a sore left cheek. Behind the barricade a big black man wearing a double X-Large Eagle Vision promotional T-shirt which is rightfully promoting, or dis-promoting a certain Australian former employee with an angry font written 'FUCK AJ SCALLY… AND FUCK HIS NATIVE FAKE NEWCASTLE HOME TOWN' hands over Kahlan a baseball bat which she graciously accepts and turns to take on the ring once again. As quickly as she slides in the official spots the foul act that is about to be committed by the INGLISH and rushes forth to deny her the satisfaction by nicking the baseball bat right out of her grasp. Kahlan opens her mouth, about to spurt out a series of abusive remarks but she is silenced too quickly by Danielsen’s low shoulder tackle which slams her into the corner.

Sean backs away a few steps and straightens up, then rushes out towards K this time sandwiching her between himself and the buckles with a stiff clothesline. Stepping away Kahlan stumbles a foot and falls onto her face. Sean deciding this to be an opportune moment steps on to the outside apron and climbs up over the top turnbuckle, his posture ready for an aerial attack. As quickly as he is up though his nemesis pounces back with the Ladder Queen like vigilance and catches him out cold up on an unstable ground with a running kick executed out of a Bruce Lee’s movie. Sean gets knocked down off his perch and falls backwards landing awkwardly over the unforgiving steel of the steps that were under him.

“JESUS MAN, there is no need for this much brutality.”
“That wasn’t brutality, only an unlucky landing from an unlucky counter. This is a hazardous sport and these athletes take on the job knowing full well the risks that are involved.”
“But his neck- O- never mind his up and swearing.”

TBC for another round ? =D