Dow Jones vs. Shawn Dreamer }{ [LEATHER STRAP ...

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Shawn walks out with the Imperial championship, to much joy of the capacity crowd.

TBC Dow;
((I might edit this, depending on how college treats me this week. Good luck, Milsy; let's make this one of those epic battles we throw in every now and then.))

[Mighty Man Millson]

The crowd erupt in boos as they hear this theme and at the 58 second mark of the song, the Ben Arnold of Eagle Vision makes his presence felt by entering the scene with an 'EVPW Sucks' T-Shirt. Dow Jones stares out at the screaming fans and shakes his head in disgust, before walking down the ramp, ignoring the front row fans who try and give him a few punches before he can reach the squared circle. A 'You suck' chant breaks out and it follows DJ until he reaches the ring apron, where Dow slides into the squared circle.

Introducing the opponent. From Boston, Massachussetts, weighing in at 225lbs, he is The Hardcore Icon, Dow Jones.

As expected, the crowd begin to throw objects, causing Dow to simply smirk and lean against the turnbuckle, staring up at the leather straps on the four poles surrounding the ring. Jones then whips his provocative shirt off and throws it into the crowd, only for it to be thrown back at him. Dow tries again with the same result, forcing the Hardcore Icon to simply drop it to the concrete outside of the squared circle.

A very hostile reaction from our fans for Dow Jones, but that's probably because he hates them back. If you don't like it here, go away.

That's not going to happen anytime soon, Jimmy. He's 3-0 in EVPW as Dow Jones and he's the frontman of The Company.

Unfortunately, you're right. And you know that if The Company personally signed Dow to this promotion, they'll put him on the fast trak to the Imperial title, but he has to win here first.

TBC- Shawn. I'm sure this will be a classic

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Throwing his garment aside, Dow scopes the crowd around him once more, eyeing them with a scowl as they continue with their jeering session at the Company’s Frontman. Taking a quick look at the world around him, Dow decides to play with them a little before he goes on to war, and so he climbs up the turnbuckle to the top rope, before raising his arms up high and scream out at them. The act of the Massachusetts native simply sets the spectators on flame and they continue with their jeers at a higher intensity, showing how nothing can change their mind at all. But then again, to much shock of the Boston resident, the crowd flips around and starts to cheer hard, screaming their larynx out as they nearly blow off the roof. Like a sly fox, Jones looks around and finds his adversary, the Imperial champion, to be standing over the top turnbuckle, grinning ear to ear with his arm raised – something that the loyal EVPW fans would crave to see. Seeing how Shawn is stealing his thunder – even though it wasn’t in favour of him – the Hardcore Icon jumps down from the top rope and darts toward the Prince, trying to catch him up off guard. The sudden move by the agile rookie simply gets Dreamer on the worst of the position; the act of Jones turns out to be a success as he strikes his forearm right on the back of the knee joint of the Shawn, getting him to fall off from the top rope and have his jaw be flopped over the top turnbuckle. Even though a fair coat of foam covers the brass ring of the turnbuckle, the momentum at which the Floridian lands over it gives out enough force to put his lower jaw under tremendous pain and send him down back to the canvas. The audience, simply not down with how DJ is now on the driver’s seat, starts to boo hard as the Million Dollar Brawler flashes his whites in joy of succession, while his adversary withers over the canvas in pain, nursing his throbbing chin.

But then, Jones doesn’t let his excitement drift him away from his mind-set; he had a match to win and impact to make, and so he gets his attention back to his opponent, starting to scout the state the Floridian is in. Seeing how a further attack would simply blow the wind off Dreamer’s sail, the former member of the Wannabes unloads a barrage of mud-hole stomps onto the dual champion, aiming mainly around the bread basket. The wayward boot around his bust gets Dreamer to give out loud cries of pain, while trying to form a shield with his arms – in the form of a X. Nailing the prone champion with around ten of the stomps, Dow finally decides to back up a little and get back to his ways of toying with the crowd, giving the eldest Dreamer the much required scope to rest and recuperate. He walks up to the ropes facing the bleacher and smirks mockingly at the crowd, getting them to jeer hard once again. With Dow’s back turned to him and his hands full, Shawn decides to take a hike out and roll out of the ring, situating himself outside the squared circle so that he may heal in a proper way.

“I must say that this is a real disappointing start from the Hardcore Prince. He has been flying in colours ever since last month when he became the number one contender, and these minutes… they have been the exact opposite of what we have witnessed from Shawn.”

“Remember what I told you the day Adam made his debut out here in EVPW, Jim? I said how he was a future Imperial champion and look how he evolved now! I bet you would now agree that I have that special eye to spot and locate the diamonds in rough.”

“Sure, Ray. I would have suggested you to join the talent scouting department, but you are way too open about your orientation to people. What if you get caught with some buck behind a closed door? I bet that wouldn’t be good for the image of the company.”

“The Company, you say? Who cares about those freaks?! It’s a shame how they have been censoring me every now and then, just ‘cause they all are straight under the business suits and greased hair!”

Done pumping the crowd to the epitome of negativity, the Stock Market Guru turns his attention back where the flamboyant veteran was, and finds no one out there, except for a puddle of sweat and saliva. Having a hunch of where his adversary might be, Dow walks up toward the ropes and finds Dreamer lying outside – just like he expected – over the padded floor and breathing heavily. Confident how the Floridian wouldn’t be able to get back to his feet anytime soon, the Massachusetts native starts to climb the turnbuckle within his vicinity, scaling his way up to the top turnbuckle. Once reaching his destination, Dow balances himself over the top rope and yanks down the hanging strap with great force, eventually gaining the possession of it. Gripping the leather strap tight, the Hardcore Icon jumps back to the ground and slides under the bottom rope, leaving the ring and on trail of his adversary, who is still lying face down outside. The sight of the vulnerability of Dreamer gets Dow to grin up to his ears; he knows how it’s down to just him and him alone. He grips the strap firmly with his both hands and raises it above it, before launching it down, attempting to hit the fallen champion, only to find nobody home. The veteran instinct of the Floridian had let him to be possum as the best of the villains, and he had rolled aside at the right moment, saving his butt from being whipped. The sudden evasion gets the Company’s Frontman to be struck by a bolt from the blue, and he is taken aback to such an extent that he simply doesn’t notice that Dreamer had situated himself behind him. The moment he finds out that the champion is right behind him, it’s already too late; Shawn buckles Jones by wrapping his arms around his waist and throws him over his head, sending him to fly back in a parabolic path. The sudden projection sets the Boston native away by a few meters, initially over the rainbow and then down into the abyss below, neck-first with a crunching thud. The spectators react with a jubilant roar as they are served with a picture-perfect German suplex, with the man they abhor on the receiving end, who is now wincing over the lightly padded floor in pain.

“That was a text-book German suplex right there, folks – from initiation to execution. I must say that Dreamer is showing the world why he is the Imperial champion now, and will be for a long, long time.”

“Yeah? I, for one, actually remember how Dow dominated over Dreamer just moments back. He totally dominated him, like a slave toward his master… oh, I just creamed myself!”

“I’m disgusted, Ray! SOMEONE GET THIS GUY A TOWEL, PLEASE!”

Finally finding himself on the driver’s seat, the Imperial champion pulls himself up and grabs Dow by his dark tresses, before hurling him up to his wobbly limbs – the ones which just can’t keep on with the weight of the Boston native. Retaining his grip on the Million Dollar Brawler’s cranium, Shawn gets on the lifeless face of Dow, blowing his steam off – “Let me show how things go around here, buck!” – before throwing him straight onto the wall of barricade ahead, causing him to collide neck and shoulder first with a loud jingle. The crowd, now having the Company’s Frontman up close, throws their beer cups and empty chips packets at his crumbled frame, showing the anger they have in store for the Company and all who aligns by them. Seeing how the crowd simply can’t have enough of Jones, the light bulb inside the thinking panel of Shawn glows out bright; he picks up the fallen strap from the ground before walking up toward Dow, nailing him in the gut with a stiff boot. Taking the leftovers of air off the sail of Jones, the Hardcore Prince starts to chat with a fan standing by the railing, making signs as he speak, as if he was discussing strategy with him.

Done with the chat, Dreamer raises the strap up in the air, to much joy of the crowd, and hands it to the guy he was talking with, before hopping over to the other side of the barrier. Positioning himself right, the Jacksonville’s Finest bends over to reach over to Jones’s dark curls and hurls him up, before locking his arm around his neck in the form of a front facelock. Keeping the Company’s Frontman locked in his arms, Shawn looks over at the chosen fan and nods at him, signalling him to execute what they planned just moments back. Getting the cue from Dreamer, the fan unleashes his inner demon and starts to lash Dow ruthlessly, much like a redneck trying to punish his most vile cattle. The capacity crowd simply blows the roof out at the sight of this, and starts to scream “OWWW!” from every other corner as the young fan continues with his assault, putting his rage out at the Company… at the management through the Hardcore Icon – who has taken the role of a scapegoat here.

“Someone get us the police! The fans had gone ballistic out here and they would tear the entire place down!”

“Relax, Ray! Dreamer knows what he’s doing, and the way I see it, it’s the righteousness of Shawn that has got him to be a popular and a fan favourite out here in EVPW.”

“I don’t care what you feel, Jimbo! Those pricks are decapitating a prospect and I simply can’t see this happen! They are simply ravaging his back… his smooth… smooth as silk like back!”

Pouring all his rage out, the fan backs out a bit, nodding at Dreamer and letting him know how he is done with his outburst. The back of Dow has taken up a tinge of red with the pitiless assault from the fan on the front row, and he has literally passed out in the arms of his adversary, forfeiting to pain to retain his consciousness. The Floridian notices it fully, but it doesn’t melt his heart at all; he screams at the fans behind him to evacuate the zone, before he pulls Dow up in the air, upright with mouth of the tight gripped for leverage. Holding him up for a few split seconds and allow all his blood to gather around his grey matter, the champion falls back and takes the inert system of the Million Dollar Brawler along with him, down to the rough concrete floor below. A blunt thud and a loud scream accompany the successful execution of the stall suplex, followed by a huge uproar from the audience – a unison chant of “HOLY SHIT!” from all corners.

TBC;

EDIT: Formatted the post.

[Mighty Man Millson]

Dow lets out a scream as his spinal cord meets the hard concrete behind the barricade, immediately grabbing the aforementioned body part and attemtping to crawl away from his foe, only for Dreamer to grab the scruff of Dow's collar and lift him to full verticality, walking the Bostonian over to the arena entrance and ramming the Million Dollar Massachussan into the wall, flooring the Company member. Not intent with the damage he's already issued, the sadistic champion drags Dow through the entrance, clearly with a game plan in mind. The cameras follow this main event as it goes into the street, The Hardcore Prince throwing Jones head and shoulder-first through the entranceway, Dreamer refusing to let up on his opponent here tonight. As Dow tries to escape the clutches of the Technical Extremist, he drags himself onto a nearby parked car, eliciting the Imperial champion to grab Dow once again and place his shoulder into the midriff of the unbeaten Hardcore Icon, before thrusting DJ into the vehicle, Dow's spine clattering into the car's door and rendering a screech of protest from the metallic structure as Dow's 225lbs are rammed into the car. With Jones once again screaming in agony, Dreamer decides to end this before Jones can come up with a counter, wrapping his left arm around the neck of the Hardcore Warrior, right arm around the legs. With one sole heave, Dreamer scoops Dow into the air and attempts to throw the Company Frontman onto the roof of the car, only for Dow to slip out of Dreamer's clutches and push the 268 pounder into the same car door he was sent into, earning an ounce of seperation. After the instinctive move, Jones clutches his back once again, checking that it's all there and in good working condition as Dreamer lies kneeling down on the concrete in this parking lot, regretting his mistake. Once he's satisfied with his condition, DJ walks over to Dreamer and plants a boot into the mudhole of the Imperial champion, before picking up the EVPW Original and ramming his face into the car door. As Dreamer lies prone on the floor, Dow has a lightbulb moment and tries to rip off the wing mirror of the car, initially failing but ultimately succeeding in his efforts. As the Hardcore Prince manages to fight to his feet once again, he turns and the opportunistic Jones swings the mirror like a baseball bat, smashing Dreamer in the side of the cranial lobe.

What a shot from Jones, who's showing his Hardcore mettle tonight, much like our Imperial champion.

And now he's away from the barbarism of the fans, I'd think Dow has this match in his control.

For now, yes, but one mistake and Dreamer will be on him like a shark smelling blood in the water.

Eager for the rest, Jones drops the wing mirror and painstakingly walks away from his opponent, walking out of the car park and across the road, avoiding all the cars that are making a late night run for home. Dow heads for a nearby bar and walks in, the barflies quickly recognising who he is and giving out cheers and boos, depending on their opinion of the Million Dollar Brawler. He asks for a beer and the barman gives him one on the house, Jones downing the drink. Dow leaves the bar but keeps hold of the glass, intending to use it as a weapon when he returns to the Imperial champion, but as Jones leaves the bar, he fails to see Dreamer anywhere near the car where he'd fallen, befuddling the Company frontman. His questions are soon answered, however, as the Hardcore Prince comes from out of nowhere and blindsides DJ, flooring the Boston Brawler from behind and unloading rights and lefts on Dow as he mounts his nemesis. Shawn grabs the glass out of Dow's almost limp fingers and raises it into the air, before throwing it onto DJ's sternum, taking all the wind out of his stomach and leaving Dow gasping for breath, Jones rolling onto his front and grabbing the bottom of the bar's door handle, the now interested barflies opening the door to let the violence in. Dreamer follows the crawling Jones and earns a resounding cheer as he picks up the Bostonian and throws him onto the pool table, before picking up the cue and whipping it onto the already tainted back of the Company Frontman. Dow lets out a blood-curdling expletive as his spine takes more brutal punishment and Dow tries to drag his battered skeleton off the table, only to be held in place by Dreamer, who rams Dow's fingers into the pockets of the table, holding the Hardcore Icon in place. With his sadistic smile still intact, Dreamer picks up the pool cue again, but this time he lowers it and grabs the 8-ball, dropping it on the table and hitting it with the cue, the 8-ball rolling as hard as Dreamer can hit it, slapping Dow in the gonads and forcing the biggest scream of the night from the Stock Market Guru.

NOOOOO! You can't do that, Dreamer!

Hey, Dreamer brought this match to the streets and he doesn't want to waste his surroundings. What a display by our champion.

This is what's wrong with EVPW.

In desperation, Dow rips his fingers out of the pockets that entrap him, before rolling off the table and clutching his area, as Dreamer picks up a glass of beer from the barman and clinks his glass with a few of the barflies, downing the beer in double-quick time, placing the glass back on the counter as he heads over to DJ once more. The Technical Extremist picks up Dow once again and throws the Hardcore Warrior head-first into the jukkebox, sparks flying as the force of the throw breaks the internal circuits of the music player. Knowing the manager won't be too happy with this damage, Dreamer picks Dow out from the circuitry and drags him out of the bar's back door and into the beer garden. Once there, the Imperial champion lifts Dow into the air and drapes him over a table so he's staring into the moonlit sky. Dreamer than scales the fence of the beer garden with the greatest of ease and stares down at the almost crippled DJ, before leaping off the top of the fence and bringing all his limbs in and out in one fliud motion, dropping down for a Frog Splash. However, one instinctive thought cries out to Jones and he rolls off the table as Dreamer comes down, momentum playing the former Cut Squad member for a fool as he crashes through the table, splitting it in half. The barflies let out a cheer for this extreme action, despite the pain of their favourite, Shawn Dreamer.

Crash and burn! Shawn Dreamer took the risk and didn't gain his reward.

Dow certainly escaped serious hurt there with an instinctive dodge.

As Dreamer lies amidst the rubble of the former table, Dow crawls to his feet, knowing that he's only just dodged the proverbial bullet and amidst the spectators from the bar, DJ realises where he his and decides to head back to the arena, painfully hobbling out of the beer garden and through the bar. However, as he reaches the road, the traffic has picked up considerably and with nowhere to cross, DJ waits irritatably, hoping a gap opens up before Dreamer can collect his thoughts once again. Unfortunately, the barflies are in the process of pouring beer on the EVPW Original to awake the Imperial champion and when the alcoholic beverages take effect, Dreamer wakes and is helped to his feet by the citizens, who also direct Dreamer to Jones. As the Technical Extremist escapes the bar, a gap finally opens up and the Boston Brawler crosses the road, chased by Dreamer, who also gets across, unknown to the Company Frontman. Dow enters the EVPW arena once more, but as he goes to close the fire exit, he sees Dreamer and instead of closing the door, he waits behind it, the element of surprise now in his hands. Having left the door ajar, Dreamer doesn't suspect the Stock Market Guru and as he tries to enter the complex, Dow throws the door open and into the Hardcore Prince's face, flooring the Original.

The Eagle Vision crowd let out a huge cheer as the two competitors in this main event finally return into sight, having been forced to watch the majority of this match on the Titantron. Dow drags Shawn back to the barricade and rams his head onto the metal, before throwing the champion over it and slowly following, after a few heated words with a pro-Dreamer fan. The Hardcore Icon then views the leather strap from earlier and picks it up, feeling the pain in his back and seeing a chance to exact revenge. DJ waits until the Prince of Hardcore forces himself into a kneeling position, before whipping the flesh of Dreamer's back, the former Cut Squad member letting out screams of agony not dissimilar to the ones that came from the undefeated Dow Jones earlier. As Dreamer's body welts up, Dow throws the strap away and lifts the unmoving champion to his feet, throwing the Technical Extremist under the bottom rope and hopping onto the apron himself. As the former Cut Squad member drags himself to his feet in a purely animalistic instinct, Jones leaps into the air and kicks the top rope, falling forwards and leaping at Dreamer with both arms outstretched above him. However, using his urges once more, Dreamer also leaps vertically and wraps his right arm around the head of the Company Frontman, using the momentum of the Bostonian to force Dow face-first to the mat.

Wow, what a Reverse STO. In mid-air too.

That did look impressive, I'll give Dreamer that.

And that's why he's our Imperial champion, oh, wait a minute, Dreamer's making the cover.

TBC- Dreamer. That was fun