S. Dreamer Vs. M. Gunner

[[Grockadoc/Carter]]

The crowd are buzzing after the last match, and are interrupted by the titantron suddenly flickering on, showing Grockadoc, dressed in his wrestling attire, staring at the screen.

"Well Shawn, tonight, you face the returning Magnus Gunner! You have your work cut out for you. However, tonight, I also get to decide your match type, and for that I have decided on a outside in match. You cannot enter the ring until you are ready to pin your opponent. You must roll him in, and make sure he is down before you enter. there is no disqualifications in this match Shawn. Good luck."

With that, the feed cuts off, and the first superstars entrance music blares through the PA.

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

Dreamer walks out with a barbed wire wrapped steel chair, and situates himself on the other side of the ring.

TBC;
Good luck, mate.

[Magnus Gunner]

The flow of gas begins to ebb slowly, the gas being fed toward the entrance ramp, beginning slowly as small spurts of flames appear. The flames gradually intensify, until the entire entryway in is engulfed in an eerie white light, creating tense nervousness and anticipation in the crowd. The fire suddenly dances into life, morphing into a menacing wall of smoke which envelops the ramp. Alas after a few suspenseful moments, as the acoustic distortion of Grand Funk Railroad’s - "Sins A Good Man’s Brother" first guitar riff comes to life on the speakers, echoing loudly through the venue, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd, some cheering loudly as a shiver of excitement cascades down their spines, others booing vociferously, vehemently voicing their displeasure and fierce hatred. The fire suddenly disappears, a brief display of pyrotechnics and explosions suddenly occurring before a spotlight shines down upon the curtains. The man behind the music appears as a silhouette holding his arms hoisted into the air, hands gesturing with the "Rock Sign" behind the shower of sparks that ignite in the entrance tunnel.

Lizzie Morna: "And the opponent, he hails from Detroit, Michigan, standing six feet, four inches tall, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds, he is the 'Rock Messiah', the 'Loaded Pistol'... this is MAGGNNUUSS GUNNNEEERRRR!"

The passionate signing of Mark Farner blares throughout the spectrum, as the guitar riffs begin to pick up, creating a pandemonium of sound. On cue, the protege of Hayden Hardkore bursts through the tunnel, an assortment of sparks beind left behind him as he gazes into the crowd. He stands momentarily on the ramp, dawning blue knee length trunks, black boots, blue shin guards with his face concealed by a pair of RetroSuperFuture shades, and his face curled in a confident smirk. Magnus shrugs his shoulder, the bare chested rocker beaming with delight and amusement as he begins a slow, methodical saunter up and down the entrance stage, further taunting the sold out crowd.

Ain't seen a night,
Things work out right, go by....
Things on my mind,
And I just don't have the time,
And it don't seem right.

Jimmy Pate: "Gunner makes his official return to Wednesday Night Genesis. The Imperial Champion may have his hands full."

Ray White: "This works for and against Grockadoc. Magnus is a capable opponent and could very well beat Shawn tonight. But then again he's got his own championship ambitions, and that could put a wrench in Grock's operation."

"Nonetheless, all that means is the champ has to take care of business tonight."

"And the bullseye continues to grow wider."

Ain't seen a day,
That I don't hear people say,
They know they're gonna' die.
This may seem a little bit crazy,
But I don't think we should be so lazy.
If you think you've heard this before,
Well, stick around I'm gonna' tell you more.

The product of EVPW's defunt developmental territory, Lion's Den Professional Wrestling makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the fans on either side of him, continuing to flaunt his swaggering smile.

TBCB Shawn Dreamer

[x | S.DREAMER | x]

The arrogant swagger and the slow march of the Loaded Pistol simply gets on the nerve of Dreamer, and it doesn’t take long before the fuse inside him gets blown away. Gripping the legs of the chair tight, the Hardcore Prince makes a beeline toward the former developmental talent, inverting the mood of the crowd as he passes them and makes his way toward the Rock Messiah. The sudden cheer from the sides gets Magnus aware, and it doesn’t take long before he catches the glimpse of the angry champion, and the deadly piece of weapon in his hands. Seeing how he simply wouldn’t be able to match the Floridian empty handed, Gunner makes a dash to the other side, breaking a classic cat and mouse chase around the arena. Dreamer, not in a mood to compromise and let go, continues chasing his adversary, following him up and down before ending up taking a lap around the ring. Noticing how persistent the Extreme Technician is, the LDWA alumni decides that it’s about to make a change in the course of plan, and so he slides down under the bottom rope, entering the squared circle that is a prohibited area for the match. Blinded in rage, Shawn follows his opponent’s suite, only to find no one inside the ring but the referee, who is not in a good mood with the breach of rules. The official lectures the champion about the uncanny rules of the match, while Magnus is spotted outside the squared circle and is grinning ear to ear, smiling in succession of outsmarting the top-tier champion of EVPW. The crowd, not approving what just went on, starts to jeer at the top of their lungs, showing how they are no longer in the comfort zone with their hero being under the villain.

Hands placed over his hips, Dreamer takes in the lecture of the official with a straight face, with his mind being elsewhere, trying to find where could be his nemesis for the night. Seeing how he’s killing up the time limit of the match, the referee lets the champion off the hook, and the Prince starts to walk out of the ring, marching up toward the ropes. But as he is about to push his feet through the gap, the Ruler of the now-defunct Lion’s Den leaps up over the apron and smashes his fist right onto the crown of Dreamer, catching him off-guard with a stiff punch. The sudden strike sets Dreamer to be off-focus for a while, and Magnus simply takes the complete advantage of that, as he starts off by placing Shawn’s arm across his shoulder. He then puts his own arm onto that of Dreamer and pulls him up upright – not to mention, with a handful of tights as leverage. The Detroit Messiah keeps on holding Shawn inverted for a while, allowing all the blood inside his system to gather around his grey matter, before falling flat on his back, dropping down to roughly a foot below. A blunt thud accompanies the landing of the two, and the first one to react out of it is Dreamer, who lets out a sharp scream of pain as his back slowly arches up like a bow. Though one would say the snap suplex off the apron would be hurting for the executer as well, Magnus proves them wrong as he gets up to his heels soon after, fresh like the meat on a supermarket window. Once regained his vertical base, the former dual champion of LDWA is greeted with rounds of boos from the crowd around him, getting his eyebrows to intertwine in the middle.

“The plan formulated by Grockadoc seems to be a success as Magnus is taking things up to Dreamer in the hard way. Ladies and gentlemen, if you had just joined us, this is our Strong Foot Forward of the night, with Grockadoc choosing an outside in match for Dreamer, and his opponent… well, you can see him right there, Magnus Gunner.”

“Jim, you’re damn right Grock made the best deal out there. I mean, who else can you call to take out your trash if not Magnus? He was trained by the great Hayden Hardkore, he had an impressive record back at the developmental, and he even made Vladimir Strife shit bricks at Madhouse! It’s just a matter of time before this kid gets a title around his gorgeous… I mean, GORGEOUS waist and be done with it!”

“Wait a minute, he made Strife shit bricks? When in the earth did that happen, you delusional fag?”

“Come on, why the heck was the match called off back then, eh?”

Like a ferocious lion out of his cage, Magnus unloads a barrage of stomps onto the curled system of Dreamer, hitting him waywardly across his sternum and his abdomen region. Each hard shot garners a loud and sharp scream from the champion, and from the looks of the face of the dual champion of LDWA, he seems to be enjoying it to the core. But then, like every action has it’s equal and opposite reaction, Magnus soon finds himself out of fuel and exhausted to the core right after hitting the tenth mark with his assault. Leaving his adversary to gulp down all the pain that has been served, the Loaded Pistol turns around and walks a few steps away from Dreamer, before getting on to his rest and relaxation session. But then, he isn’t let to do so in peace, as the crowd, who has been all set to bite his ass for long, starts to scream out abuses that only an iron heart can endure with a plain face. Initially the Rock Messiah gave no shit to the scream-outs, but soon it gets under his skin, and gets him to lose his senses. Pushed to the brink of utter fury, Gunner lets out a huge scream of frustration, before making a dash at his fallen foe, as if knocking Dreamer out cold would solve every problem. With his lights knocked out long back, the Hardcore Prince simply doesn’t see the incoming Messiah, and thus becomes unable to dodge the inevitable. Magnus, filled with momentum from his charge, connects with a stiff knee to the side of the skull of Dreamer, which sets the pink cerebellum inside his head to bounce and rock within the cranium. Connecting with the head-dislodging knee shot, the rage inside Gunner somewhat subdues, and so he stands there panting heavily, with his grim eyes gazed onto the pain-contorted face of the champion.

“Ouch, I simply hope that wouldn’t result in a concussion! That knee shot must have been equally painful to that of a chair-shot.”

“Indeed, Jim. Only a fool can’t see the ways you can use your body as a weapon, and I’m proud that Magnus knows every one of them.”

“Oh, so did he show you one of those moves that he can do with his… uhh, member?”

“Are you shy to say the P-word, Jimbo?!”

Staring at the visage of his opponent for a while like a mindless zombie, Magnus falls down to his knees and gets next to Dreamer. He grabs the dark tresses of the Prince and gets on his face, before mouthing out a few words of utter disrespect, – “Let me school you, bitch!” – and spit right at his nose. The act simply doesn’t go well with the audience, and they let the Rock Messiah know of it right away as they starts to throw whatever their hands could reach and the securities would permit – throwing beer cans and chips packets of all sorts. The hostility of the crowd simply gets a broad grin to etch upon the face of the LDWA alumni, and he slowly starts to clamber up, towing Dreamer up along with him by the aid of his raven locks. As if he was in a deep coma, the Jacksonville’s Finest complies with the Loaded Pistol and slowly gets up on his limbs – which is, of course, as wobbly as spaghetti. Once they both regain vertical base, Magnus pulls up the skull of Dreamer to lock eyes with him, and that’s exactly the time the shocker goes around. The veteran instincts of the champion had enabled him to play possum for long, and Dreamer returns the favor at Magnus as he spits back at his face too, but a mixture of blue mist and saliva. The Asian mist instantly does its trick, getting Magnus to let go of Dreamer and scream out in pain, as his eyes are subjected to intense scorch. The crowd, bewildered at the sight of Shawn coming back to the driver’s seat within a split second, remains silent for a while, before bursting out to cheers, loving how things had turned upside down.

Now knowing well how Magnus can be a threat, Dreamer simply doesn’t let himself drift away by the cheers, and decides it’s time to set the scores right. Sending his hands under the bottom rope, the Hardcore Prince grabs the thumbtack chair from the ring and pulls it outside, before dropping it right in front of him. He then takes a hold of Magnus’s collar and kicks him in the bread-basket, doubling him over instantly like the letter ‘L’. The Floridian Maestro then pulls the head of Gunner between his legs, before locking his arms around his waist and pulls him up on his shoulder, straddling him on for a big ride. Still blinded by the mist, the Loaded Pistol simply has no idea of the time and space around him, and thus makes it easier on the champion to drop him down, down to the abyss below, in the form of a thumbtack chair. A loud gunshot accompanies the crash of the Detroit native, followed by a sharp scream from the Rock Messiah, which fills up the brisk air instantly. He then rolls himself aside, off the dented furniture, and lies supine over the lightly padded floor, revealing his punctured back to the fans around.

“This is why I simply hate Dreamer to the core. Sure he has done some stuff against the Company and has supported our rebuttal against their skims, but he has also been killing of fresh talents before they may even ripe!”

“Say what, Ray? It’s the little Shawn can do to return a fraction of pain that Magnus unloaded upon him.”

“You got the brownest nose, don’t you Jim?”

Seriousness abound, the Extreme Technician pulls Magnus up to his heels and throws him sliding under the bottom rope, signaling it’s about time he pulls the plug. He then follows his opponent’s suite and gets inside the ring – where the referee awaits to call the first pin – before hooking up his legs, putting him in a pinning predicament.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--??

TBC;

[Magnus Gunner]

If possible can I get an extension. Something crazy came up, and I need until tonight, early morning.