Post by x|SHAWN DREAMER|x on Aug 5, 2010 9:05:53 GMT -5
Stains of blood were all over the ring, the canvas completely soaked with sweat and little tear - that was how the ring was looking like as the match between Whiser and Dreamer slowly moved toward the time limit draw. Both Whiser and Dreamer are down and out on the corners of the ring, with both bearing scars and crimson masked. The crowd is totally fired up with the match going back and forth and they are completely vocal, cheering for their favourites and filling up the arena with mixed reaction. The referee stands in the center of the ring and eyes the two lying by his sides, checking on their condition as the gruesome match slowly moves toward a time limit draw. Both the combatants are showing signs of life as their bodies are twitching at intervals, letting the fans know that they are still alive and conscious.
Fuzz : Well, this is seeming to be a disappointing match for the pro fans of Whiser and Dreamer. The match is slowly looming toward a draw, folks and the way I see it, it's pretty impossible for the match to take a turn with just two minutes left on the clock.
Big Al : -in a bit angry tone- Don't listen to Fuzz and just don't change the channel, he's an idiot. The match SHOULD change and we must have a winner right here! We're not here to witness a draw! Get up Whiser, pin that bastard and get yourself a win!
Fuzz : Oh boy, there goes the Whiser Express! I thought I was the one who used to be the bias one around. You turned out to be a bigger one!
Big Al : I'm bias 'cause I know the facts and the facts say that Bud will be the one winning. I know you'd shoot another pro-Dreamer comment after this, and I'd ask you to keep it to yourself to be safe just in case Dreamer ends up in the empty pot of luck.
The time limit is slowly expiring, and the combatants inside the ring aren't even showing signs of life even. The referee is still keeping his eyes on the two, waiting patiently for one to get up or the time limit to expire for good. The crowd remains silent and glued to the ring, waiting eagerly for one of the two to get up and make a move and save them from the boredom. Just then, behind everyone's eyes, a female figure dashes out from behind the curtain and charges toward the ring. The ones by the guard rail spots her first, and they start to jeer upon figuring out the person - it's the Ladder Queen, Kahlan! Kahlan is heading to the ring with the t-shirt she stole from Dreamer the other day covering her top; "NO INTRODUCTION NEEDED" imprinted on white over the black t-shirt. The jeers spread all over the arena like a virus as Kahlan marches down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring upon drawing close to it. The referee looks up at Kahlan with question marks on his eyes, but the ladder queen pulls out her signature dagger out of her jeans pocket and hisses at the official to step back. Knowing what Kahlan might do with the dagger, the official slowly starts to step back and move toward the corner, leaving Kahlan to be on the center of the ring. The Ladder Queen watches the official to retreat and then walks up toward the fallen carcass of Shawn bitting her bottom lip. Upon drawing close to the fallen Hardcore Prince, the Ladder queen grabs the hand of Shawn and drags him toward the fallen body of Whiser, dropping his arm over the resident of Boca Raton as she's done dragging him. "Do it!" hisses Kahlan once again at the referee, getting the shivering official to walk up and kneel down by the fallen body of Whiser to record the pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Big Al : THIS CAN'T HAPPEN! SOMEONE HAS STO STOP THIS!
Fuzz : KAHLAN IS HELPING OUT SHAWN! WHAT'S GOING ON OUT HERE?! WHAT'S HER MOTIVE?!
THREE!!
The bell rings and the arena booms with jeers as the speakers starts to burst out with the entrance theme of Dreamer, God is a Man by Face to Face. The end of the match gets the ring announcer to get up on his feet and announce the name of the victor, even though he looks quite shocked at the happenings in the ring.
Coors : Uhh, the winner of the match by pinfall, Shawn Dreamer...
The Ladder Queen aids Shawn to get up to his feet and the two are seen to speak as Kahlan helps Shawn to get up to his feet. Shawn winces the back of his head after getting up and points at the commentating table before mouthing a few words to Lil K. Kahlan nods at the words of Shawn and she walks up to the corner facing the announce table and screams at Coors to hand her the microphone; "GIVE ME THE MIC!". Being a bit confused and scared, Coors slowly walks up to the ring and hands Kahlan the microphone, which she then hands over to the Hardcore Prince, who's watching the entire deal standing in the center of the ring. Upon getting the possession of the microphone, Dreamer raises it to his lips and starts to speak toward the crowd, who are sitting silently and waiting for answers.
Shawn : K, thanks for giving me a hand.
Shawn looks over at Kahlan, who's face is beaming with a huge grin.
Shawn : Now, I see all the confused faces lined up and looking at me, seeking answers 'bout why Kahlan came out to help me out. I see the confused faces waiting for me to explain the entire deal to them, so that they can once again start loving me or just jeer me off the building. Ladies and gentlemen, it had to be said someday and I guess it's probably the best time to let you all know the truth. You all are sheep! You all are pathetic sheep who cheers for the one who feeds you. All you care 'bout is your happiness, your smile. All you care 'bout is you being content, not 'bout the ones who make you content every single week. You see, people like me or Kahlan, we've given everything up for you guys. We've sustained injuries just to entertain you assholes, we've been taken out by the bad guys while doing the righteous deeds just to be on your love side and to be honest, after all these years, we really can't do it anymore! We can't just let people like Ryan Hughes or Reeves to hop over our heads by being good. I've tried being good for the last three years and all I've got is just loses and sympathies from you guys after that! Even K has her story 'bout you fans taking up all her juice being all selfish and chanting for her to do something crazy. We no longer care 'bout what you think and you can just fuck yourselves up for good!
The crowd starts to cheer, and Kahlan just does the opposite, clapping at the words of Shawn and encouraging him to continue his rant.
Shawn : We're done being good and whatever we do from now, will be solely for us! We don't care what you think; we don't care if you show us the middle finger, or even throw a beer can at us. We won't stop at achieving what's rightfully ours and with H-Games coming up, we're going to dominate every single one in that match. We're going to dominate everyone and one of us will win the whole damn thing and prove to all you sheep that "Being loved, we were strong; hated we are stronger"!
Shawn drops the microphone and the PA system goes live again, with the entrance theme of Shawn. The screen fades to black to commercial with the last frames being Kahlan and Shawn staring at each other with the crowd jeering at them.
EOT
Fuzz : Well, this is seeming to be a disappointing match for the pro fans of Whiser and Dreamer. The match is slowly looming toward a draw, folks and the way I see it, it's pretty impossible for the match to take a turn with just two minutes left on the clock.
Big Al : -in a bit angry tone- Don't listen to Fuzz and just don't change the channel, he's an idiot. The match SHOULD change and we must have a winner right here! We're not here to witness a draw! Get up Whiser, pin that bastard and get yourself a win!
Fuzz : Oh boy, there goes the Whiser Express! I thought I was the one who used to be the bias one around. You turned out to be a bigger one!
Big Al : I'm bias 'cause I know the facts and the facts say that Bud will be the one winning. I know you'd shoot another pro-Dreamer comment after this, and I'd ask you to keep it to yourself to be safe just in case Dreamer ends up in the empty pot of luck.
The time limit is slowly expiring, and the combatants inside the ring aren't even showing signs of life even. The referee is still keeping his eyes on the two, waiting patiently for one to get up or the time limit to expire for good. The crowd remains silent and glued to the ring, waiting eagerly for one of the two to get up and make a move and save them from the boredom. Just then, behind everyone's eyes, a female figure dashes out from behind the curtain and charges toward the ring. The ones by the guard rail spots her first, and they start to jeer upon figuring out the person - it's the Ladder Queen, Kahlan! Kahlan is heading to the ring with the t-shirt she stole from Dreamer the other day covering her top; "NO INTRODUCTION NEEDED" imprinted on white over the black t-shirt. The jeers spread all over the arena like a virus as Kahlan marches down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring upon drawing close to it. The referee looks up at Kahlan with question marks on his eyes, but the ladder queen pulls out her signature dagger out of her jeans pocket and hisses at the official to step back. Knowing what Kahlan might do with the dagger, the official slowly starts to step back and move toward the corner, leaving Kahlan to be on the center of the ring. The Ladder Queen watches the official to retreat and then walks up toward the fallen carcass of Shawn bitting her bottom lip. Upon drawing close to the fallen Hardcore Prince, the Ladder queen grabs the hand of Shawn and drags him toward the fallen body of Whiser, dropping his arm over the resident of Boca Raton as she's done dragging him. "Do it!" hisses Kahlan once again at the referee, getting the shivering official to walk up and kneel down by the fallen body of Whiser to record the pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Big Al : THIS CAN'T HAPPEN! SOMEONE HAS STO STOP THIS!
Fuzz : KAHLAN IS HELPING OUT SHAWN! WHAT'S GOING ON OUT HERE?! WHAT'S HER MOTIVE?!
THREE!!
The bell rings and the arena booms with jeers as the speakers starts to burst out with the entrance theme of Dreamer, God is a Man by Face to Face. The end of the match gets the ring announcer to get up on his feet and announce the name of the victor, even though he looks quite shocked at the happenings in the ring.
Coors : Uhh, the winner of the match by pinfall, Shawn Dreamer...
The Ladder Queen aids Shawn to get up to his feet and the two are seen to speak as Kahlan helps Shawn to get up to his feet. Shawn winces the back of his head after getting up and points at the commentating table before mouthing a few words to Lil K. Kahlan nods at the words of Shawn and she walks up to the corner facing the announce table and screams at Coors to hand her the microphone; "GIVE ME THE MIC!". Being a bit confused and scared, Coors slowly walks up to the ring and hands Kahlan the microphone, which she then hands over to the Hardcore Prince, who's watching the entire deal standing in the center of the ring. Upon getting the possession of the microphone, Dreamer raises it to his lips and starts to speak toward the crowd, who are sitting silently and waiting for answers.
Shawn : K, thanks for giving me a hand.
Shawn looks over at Kahlan, who's face is beaming with a huge grin.
Shawn : Now, I see all the confused faces lined up and looking at me, seeking answers 'bout why Kahlan came out to help me out. I see the confused faces waiting for me to explain the entire deal to them, so that they can once again start loving me or just jeer me off the building. Ladies and gentlemen, it had to be said someday and I guess it's probably the best time to let you all know the truth. You all are sheep! You all are pathetic sheep who cheers for the one who feeds you. All you care 'bout is your happiness, your smile. All you care 'bout is you being content, not 'bout the ones who make you content every single week. You see, people like me or Kahlan, we've given everything up for you guys. We've sustained injuries just to entertain you assholes, we've been taken out by the bad guys while doing the righteous deeds just to be on your love side and to be honest, after all these years, we really can't do it anymore! We can't just let people like Ryan Hughes or Reeves to hop over our heads by being good. I've tried being good for the last three years and all I've got is just loses and sympathies from you guys after that! Even K has her story 'bout you fans taking up all her juice being all selfish and chanting for her to do something crazy. We no longer care 'bout what you think and you can just fuck yourselves up for good!
The crowd starts to cheer, and Kahlan just does the opposite, clapping at the words of Shawn and encouraging him to continue his rant.
Shawn : We're done being good and whatever we do from now, will be solely for us! We don't care what you think; we don't care if you show us the middle finger, or even throw a beer can at us. We won't stop at achieving what's rightfully ours and with H-Games coming up, we're going to dominate every single one in that match. We're going to dominate everyone and one of us will win the whole damn thing and prove to all you sheep that "Being loved, we were strong; hated we are stronger"!
Shawn drops the microphone and the PA system goes live again, with the entrance theme of Shawn. The screen fades to black to commercial with the last frames being Kahlan and Shawn staring at each other with the crowd jeering at them.
EOT
