Post by x|SHAWN DREAMER|x on Jun 27, 2011 12:14:00 GMT -5
The generic tune that serves as the theme song of Triumph hits the cheap speakers inside the arena in Brooklyn, marking the start of the show. The fans gathered and seated on the bleachers gives out a loud pop in response, showing how glad they are that the show is finally underway. They wave their signs up over their heads, trying to get the camera catch glimpse of it. If one would see closely, they would obviously laugh out loud ‘cause amongst all the love-hate-scribbled sign, there is one which advertises justin.tv – a well known wrestling stream site.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph, where things are slowly getting intensified as we loom closer and closer to Red, White and Bruised – our next pay-per-view.”
“Things are getting so heated up that we don’t even need Wolverina to grace our show! There’s a lot going on, we’ll get down to business soon since we got a card stacked up with matches of all sorts, and I can’t wait, Fuzzy boy!”
But then, the generic theme soon gets replaced by a widely popular theme – the entrance theme of the one half of the tag champions, Shawn Dreamer. “GOD IS A MAN!” – the first line of the song resonates around the arena as the die-hard GHW fans give out a loud roar, showing their love toward the man coming out. Dreamer, always a fan favourite, doesn’t let the energy of the fans die as he comes out to light within a few seconds – dressed in street clothes – denim jeans and a black GHW t-shirt. Shawn, unlike his usual ever-calm expression, sports a serious look as he walks down the aisle, heading off for the ring. He picks up a microphone from ring side before he slides under the bottom rope, entering the squared circle and situating himself in the centre of the people.
“Dreamer is out there, and from the look of things, he’s not happy at all.”
“Of course he’s not happy – he’s out of the H-Games and I bet he’s losing his partner soon… not Dom, but Kahlan!”
Shoving his free hand down his pocket, Shawn brings the microphone up to his lips with pin-drop silence around him.
“Lately, things haven’t been going right for me. I have been putting on a lot of effort, but yet, I’m always falling short by micrometers every now and then. Now, I wouldn’t go on and point at people for my loss – it’s always wise to blame yourself for stuffs, so that you can strive and improve the next day. Obviously, being kicked out of the H-Games by Nicky Carson wasn’t a thing I expected…”
Shawn lets out a sigh and scratches his head a little before continuing with his rant, stating his displeasures and what not.
“But then, losing to Nicky wasn’t really that heartbreaking. You know how that fuckin’ circus clown rolls, and I seriously don’t mind losing to probably the most devious person out here. But then, there are other things that Nicky is up to… he has been on the headlines, the news and getting a lot of airtime for that. Nicky has been trying to get an all-exclusive VIP pass to our wagon of awesomeness – the Cut Squad.”
This time, the crowd doesn’t show the courtesy of remaining silent; the jeer away, as hard as they can, showing their hatred toward the former Clown Warrior. The Hardcore Prince waits for the crowd to cool down, and once they do, he continues on with his words – speaking of his agenda with Carson.
“Carson, it’s fine and dandy how you want to join the Cut Squad. In fact, I admire your aspiration of joining this epic tag team me and Kahlan has got here. But dude, you aren’t trying to just ride our wagon – you’re trying to outstate me and boot me out of my own thing!”
The face of Shawn takes up a tinge of red, showing how the blood inside him is boiling at an immeasurable temperature.
“I had this little soft spot for you for being from the same company I made a name out of – the Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling – and you simply rub it in by trying to kick my ass out! I don’t know what’s really going on inside that thick brain of yours, but what you’re trying to do is insane. You are being nothing more than a GHW’s version of Kasabian Stalker – trying to sniff every other panty on your way. Nicky boy, it was all cool and stuff till you stood behind that line. It was all cool… and in fact, we would have taken you in with open arms. But then, your ploy of breaking us up totally blew it for you. I, for one, being one half of the Cut Squad simply don’t approve your plea to join us now! Nicky Carson, you won’t get a spot at Cut Squad and that’s exactly WHAT I’ll make sure in the coming weeks!”
The crowd gives out a loud round of cheers – showing how they are behind Dreamer. Shawn takes a round around the squared hell, trying to chalk his next words, before he starts to blurt them over the mic.
“But then Nicky, I’m a man of virtue. I’m a man who would love to settle things in the simplest way, and I would try to do the same in this case too. Even though you make my blood boil every now and then, I would pass my ego tonight and try to solve things up like a man. Nicky, get your ass out here so that we may talk business… RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!”
The Floridian puts his microphone welded hand by his side and waits for Nicky, before…
TBC Kahlan/Nicky;
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tuesday Night Triumph, where things are slowly getting intensified as we loom closer and closer to Red, White and Bruised – our next pay-per-view.”
“Things are getting so heated up that we don’t even need Wolverina to grace our show! There’s a lot going on, we’ll get down to business soon since we got a card stacked up with matches of all sorts, and I can’t wait, Fuzzy boy!”
But then, the generic theme soon gets replaced by a widely popular theme – the entrance theme of the one half of the tag champions, Shawn Dreamer. “GOD IS A MAN!” – the first line of the song resonates around the arena as the die-hard GHW fans give out a loud roar, showing their love toward the man coming out. Dreamer, always a fan favourite, doesn’t let the energy of the fans die as he comes out to light within a few seconds – dressed in street clothes – denim jeans and a black GHW t-shirt. Shawn, unlike his usual ever-calm expression, sports a serious look as he walks down the aisle, heading off for the ring. He picks up a microphone from ring side before he slides under the bottom rope, entering the squared circle and situating himself in the centre of the people.
“Dreamer is out there, and from the look of things, he’s not happy at all.”
“Of course he’s not happy – he’s out of the H-Games and I bet he’s losing his partner soon… not Dom, but Kahlan!”
Shoving his free hand down his pocket, Shawn brings the microphone up to his lips with pin-drop silence around him.
“Lately, things haven’t been going right for me. I have been putting on a lot of effort, but yet, I’m always falling short by micrometers every now and then. Now, I wouldn’t go on and point at people for my loss – it’s always wise to blame yourself for stuffs, so that you can strive and improve the next day. Obviously, being kicked out of the H-Games by Nicky Carson wasn’t a thing I expected…”
Shawn lets out a sigh and scratches his head a little before continuing with his rant, stating his displeasures and what not.
“But then, losing to Nicky wasn’t really that heartbreaking. You know how that fuckin’ circus clown rolls, and I seriously don’t mind losing to probably the most devious person out here. But then, there are other things that Nicky is up to… he has been on the headlines, the news and getting a lot of airtime for that. Nicky has been trying to get an all-exclusive VIP pass to our wagon of awesomeness – the Cut Squad.”
This time, the crowd doesn’t show the courtesy of remaining silent; the jeer away, as hard as they can, showing their hatred toward the former Clown Warrior. The Hardcore Prince waits for the crowd to cool down, and once they do, he continues on with his words – speaking of his agenda with Carson.
“Carson, it’s fine and dandy how you want to join the Cut Squad. In fact, I admire your aspiration of joining this epic tag team me and Kahlan has got here. But dude, you aren’t trying to just ride our wagon – you’re trying to outstate me and boot me out of my own thing!”
The face of Shawn takes up a tinge of red, showing how the blood inside him is boiling at an immeasurable temperature.
“I had this little soft spot for you for being from the same company I made a name out of – the Eagle Vision Pro Wrestling – and you simply rub it in by trying to kick my ass out! I don’t know what’s really going on inside that thick brain of yours, but what you’re trying to do is insane. You are being nothing more than a GHW’s version of Kasabian Stalker – trying to sniff every other panty on your way. Nicky boy, it was all cool and stuff till you stood behind that line. It was all cool… and in fact, we would have taken you in with open arms. But then, your ploy of breaking us up totally blew it for you. I, for one, being one half of the Cut Squad simply don’t approve your plea to join us now! Nicky Carson, you won’t get a spot at Cut Squad and that’s exactly WHAT I’ll make sure in the coming weeks!”
The crowd gives out a loud round of cheers – showing how they are behind Dreamer. Shawn takes a round around the squared hell, trying to chalk his next words, before he starts to blurt them over the mic.
“But then Nicky, I’m a man of virtue. I’m a man who would love to settle things in the simplest way, and I would try to do the same in this case too. Even though you make my blood boil every now and then, I would pass my ego tonight and try to solve things up like a man. Nicky, get your ass out here so that we may talk business… RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!”
The Floridian puts his microphone welded hand by his side and waits for Nicky, before…
TBC Kahlan/Nicky;
