Tag Team Championships: Shawn vs. Alex

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[x|SHAWN DREAMER|x]

God is a Man by Face to Face hits the PA system next, and out comes the Prince of Hardcore with a long face. Both the GHW tag titles rests over his shoulders as he walks down the aisle, garnering boos on his back as he marches toward the ring. He climbs the steel steps for a change and gets inside the ring, all set to face the Crybaby in the mano-y-mano bout for both the titles.

TBC;

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Alex stands impatiently across the ring, eyeing down his opponent with intent to burn a hole right through him. Shawn, shares the same feeling as he looks long across the ring as well, with his eyes locked on Night’s. With out breaking his gaze, Shawn hoists the two golden straps off of his shoulder and subsequently passes them on to the ref. The weak official struggles to hold the weight of the two belts, while sluggishly moving to the center of the ring. Some how, the puny referee throws his hands over head, granting everyone in attendance a good look at what’s on the line for these two athletes.

“There it is. The prize that these to are going to be at each other‘s necks to procure. Merely a month ago Shawn and Kahlan defeated Night and Pyro to crown the Cut Squad Tag Team Championships. Now, Night cashes in hiss Golden Ticket with hopes of officially becoming owner of BOTH championships.”
“This is all true. Look at the passion is both competitors‘ eyes. They both want this. For the first time in GHW History the Tag Team titles are on the line in singles competition. But who will walk out victorious?”
“Al, for all Night’s career he‘s been put on the same scale as Shawn. For nearly half his career Shawn has been compared to Night, I think this match means just that much more for Shawn to defeat Night, to finally put an end to being compared to the California Crybaby! Tonight it’s the Sweet Dream vs. Good Night!”

The chiming of the bell cuts through the electric atmosphere and signals for the well anticipated match up to commence. The two titans, take a moment before making any distinct movements, the cold stare-down still yet to terminate.

“Slow paced, but rushing in never earned anybody a win.”

Just as the words leave the mouth of Collin, the two titans charge at each other, loudly spilling War-Cries the whole distance. With fist raised the two collide like two wild animals fighting for a mate. They both swing wildly, clobbering one another with tightly clenched fist as the fans watch on ready for a cloud of dust to appear around them, like in an old fashioned cartoon. The striking comes to a halt when a wild haymaker catches Night right in the temple, and sends him staggering back to shake off the blow. Dreamer steps forward, fist reeled back ready to floor Alex with a final blow, but Night cleverly raises a boot into his adversary’s Solar Plexus, doubling him over. Dexterously, the temper-tantrum throwing Crybaby, hammers down a forearm across Dreamer’s upper back region, which results in him falling to a knee. Alex reaches down to the Hardcore Prince and entwines his fingers around his dark, mid-length locks with one hand and cocks his right hand back. Before the Night-Light has the chance to bludgeon Shawn Dreamer with his fist, the current defending champion reacts with a swift elbow, catching Alex in the stomach, nearly doubling him over with the faint strike. Alex tries to fight through the minor set-back, but Shawn delivers another shot to the same spot, this time in the form of a powerful jab. This time, Alex lets Dreamer’s hair out of his grasp and holds his midsection with both hands. Dreamer steps up and throws a sharp elbow right into the “Charming’s” unprotected jaw. Night goes staggering, but is abruptly stopped from loosing anymore distance, as Dreamer grasps Alex by the wrist and sends him speeding towards the ropes via an Irish Whip. Alex’s body hit’s the ropes, but before it can send him flying in the opposite direction, Night wisely throws an arm around the top rope flawing any plans Shawn may have had in store. Alex drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring creating plenty of space between himself and his attacker. Alex backs away, holding his jaw after having it rocked by a elbow while at the same time shaking away the cobwebs.

"Oh my God! What a true coward this kid is. He's lucky to be in this match and he's going to act like a baby! This is not the kind of champion we need!"
"I hate to say this, but for once I agree with you. I hope Dreamer retains, Alex just doesn't have what it takes!"
"You aint kidding, I don't hate many people, but he's one of them! I'm actually starting to like Dreamer a little more now."

With the fans booing at his demeanor, Alex begins to well up worst than he has in a long while; this was supposed to be his night. Why would they want to ruin it for him? Alex snuffles a mixture of tears and runny buggers back into his system, then storms to the end of the ring, with a reddened angry face. He drops to a knee and lifts the skirt of the ring up; looking under it for any weapons that could be of his assistance. Before the scrutiny could go far, Night feels a rough tugging on his hair which turns out to be the Floridian from inside the ring. Night yelps in pain and is forced to climb up to the apron to avoid having his precious hair ripped straight from his scalp. Dreamer smiles wide, then grips both sides of Alex’s head. Seemingly with ease, Dreamer exploits his strength and pulls Night up-and-over the top rope by his head, before releasing his hold; letting Night’s momentum force him into a flip where he then crashes back-first into the canvas as a direct result. The move gains a loud pop from the fans, who recognize the good ol' days when the Rock would hit that move, as the Golden Ticket “Winner” squirms around on the ring’s surface in agony.

"Oh my! Shawn lifted the Crybaby right over the rope by his head! Talk about insult to injury!"

Shawn doesn’t waste anytime and at all and pounces right on Alex. Boot after boot rain down on Night- all thoughtfully placed on key areas such as his temple, chest an other tender areas. With each stomp, a twitch is forced out of Alex, as shockwave after shockwave of pain is sent throughout his body. After growing tired with his dirty, gangster-like tactics, Shawn concludes the kicks with one final boot to the temple, which temporarily blinds his foe for merely a second. Alex holds his head and begins rolling away, again looking to escape from the ring, but Dreamer doesn’t let that happen this time and strategically pins Night to the canvas with his boot. The ref doesn’t go for the count, as Shawn makes it obvious it’s not a pinfall attempt, but a mockery at how helpless Night seems in the ring with him. Dreamer, looks down on Night with a sinister smile and waves to Night as if it’s the end for him. Shawn drops down with his elbow extended but connects with nothing more the ring floor as Night somehow escapes from harms way in the little window of time that Dreamer left open for him. Night looks over to see Dreamer laying on his back, holding his right elbow with his left hand after missing the intended elbow drop. Night limply reaches for the ropes and begins pulling himself to a vertical stance. Once to his feet Alex reaches down and wraps his hands around Shawn’s boot, dragging him to the center of the ring and twisting it until the champion rolls over on his stomach. Alex now mounts himself on Dreamer’s back as if he were a horse and swings two consecutive blows to the back of his head with his tightly clenched fist. Alex begins to take advantage of the weary Dreamer and one-by-one places Shawn’s arm over his knees. Once securely isolating both of the champion’s arms from each other, Night locks his fingers together under his rival’s chin and begins wrenching back once he has the Camel Clutch securely locked in. Dreamer screams muffled screams, and kicks his feet in pain as his spine arches at an intense angle, that is was not meant to contort to.

“Oh Lord, what a Camel Clutch! How can Shawn possibly escape this?”
“We all know Dreamer‘s capable of almost anything in the ring, he’ll find away out.”

Al’s words aren't supported here, as all Dreamer seems to be able to do is scream and kick his feet which of course shows no avail. The ref drops to his knees and looks at Dreamer carefully, making sure he’s able to go on and when he becomes unsure he asks Dreamer, “Can you continue, Shawn?” The GHW Tag Team Champion manages to blurt out the word “Yes,” which shocks “the Charming” Alex Night. The former EVPW title holder slides his hands under each of the Ticket Holder’s legs and musters up the strength to advance into a kneeling position and soon a vertical base. Alex Night now finds himself holding on to Dreamer by the neck for dear life, shaking his head as a winded Shawn struggles to keep the air flowing to his brain. SD leaps into the air and shifts his weight backwards, falling to the canvas with Night’s body cushioning his fall. Night’s body goes limp on impact and his body parts melt from around his adversary’s body and to the canvas. Dreamer rolls off of Night and they both lay there panting like two tired dogs.

TBCB: DREAMAH!

[x|SHAWN DREAMER|x]

Panting for air, Dreamer feels like he would die right there; he just can't feel his limbs anymore and it's all due to Alex pushing him to the limit. While the Hardcore Prince lies nearly paralyzed, the Crybaby is seen to lay flat over the canvas with pain scribbled all around his visage. The middle aged official stands in between the two and starts to count to ten, trying to give the match the outcome of a draw.

ONE!!

"Even though we called Night a coward and a man who isn't quite fit for the golden ticket, he has proven himself in these five minutes. He went to dance with a devil that seemed stronger than him, and he has outclassed him as we can see now."

TWO!

"Well, it's just the first five minutes, Fuzz and we just can't go all judgmental with that short time. Alex somewhat has shown the true colors that was hidden under his sleeve, but it would take a lot to put down the Hardcore Prince."

FOUR!

"Well, the referee is almost half way there, and I seriously don't want to see this match to be a draw. Get up Shawn!"

FIVE!

"I bet if Night would make it first. It'd take a lot to sustain such pain!"

SIX!

As the commentators continue to bicker and the referee slowly sail away to ten, life is seen on the system of the Hardcore Prince. Shawn rolls away from his position toward the ropes as the referee continues his count, and he grabs the bottom rope as he draws near to it. “EIGHT!” screams the referee as Dreamer grabs the middle and the bottom rope and he gets up right then, breaking the count to eight and half. While he has got up on his heels, his adversary’s progress is a lot less than his; Night is seen to slowly crawl to the ropes and is just inches away from having a grip of the bottom one. Seeing the advantage ahead, Shawn marches up to Night and drops a boot on his back as he draws near, putting the snail race of the Crybaby to an abrupt halt. The blow to the spine gets the world to be blacked out for a minute for Night and he falls over the dusty canvas with a groan, panting for air. Shawn continues to shift the momentum on his side and he kicks on the side of the abdomen of the Californian, getting him to flip over like a dime by the hit of the tip of the boot. With his opponent now facing the ceiling, the Hardcore Prince mounts over the ribs of his foe and starts to club the skull of Night with his balled fists. Six to seven fists somewhat satisfies the Dreamer, and he then pulls up the head of Alex by his hairs while being upon him. “YOU DON’T DESERVE THIS!” screams Dreamer before he gets his head into action too, bowing down to crash his forehead onto that of the Californian. The headbutt sends Alex’s skull to hit the canvas with a loud thud and he grabs his head with his hands in pain, trying to subdue the pain by holding it. The Jacksonville’s pride gets off his adversary and starts to walk to the corner that’s within their vicinity. He looks at the crowd and grins slyly, gaining a round of jeer from the attendance. The Floridian Prince then starts to ascend the turnbuckles, slowly reaching to the apex while Night seems to be off to the slumber-land.

“Dreamer continues his dominance over Night and it seems that the dice is still rolling in the favor of the Cut Squad.”

“Well, watching the Cut Squad is lot better than watching a man cry all day! The Crybaby doesn’t deserve this and he was plain lucky that he was right on the spot when Matt threw his ticket away.”

“I must say that it wasn’t a wise move by Violence. Why the heck you throw the prize you possessed with a hard fought battle?!”

“Frustration, Fuzz. He couldn’t hold the voices that were ringing inside his head and now you know how people go all suicidal in frustration."–Fuzz looks at Al- "Wasn’t throwing that ticket a suicidal act?! Anyway, Dreamer is on the top and this better end this shit contest!”

By then Dreamer has reached the apex and is measuring the condition of the Night-Light. Being done with his survey, the Hardcore Prince stands over the top turnbuckle and leaps up in the air, letting gravity to do the rest. The Floridian cocks his elbow as he soars through the brisk air, all set to deliver an elbow drop. But things doesn't go as per Dreamer's dream as the possum Crybaby rolls out of the way, getting his adversary to crash land. With his elbow stinging like anything, Shawn rolls away from Night and gets out of the ring, taking the time of his life to heal himself. With Shawn evacuating the ring, the Crybaby pushes the canvas and slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes to wipe away the haziness of his vision. The crowd boos as the chocolate haired man slowly hoists up to his feet and slowly marches to the side where Shawn lies outside. Limping can be seen within his motion, stating clearly that he’s not hundred percent. Reaching the ropes, the Crybaby gets out of the ring, regardless the words of bar put out by the official. Unable to stop the Crybaby, the referee starts a ring-out count, which affects both the superstars outside the ring. Night walks up to Dreamer and grabs his long, black strings of hair, before pulling him up to the vertical base and add insult to the injury. The hoisting process doesn’t go too smooth for Night as Shawn throws a cocked fist to the mid-section of Alex, getting him to pause for a bit. But the Crybaby silences the kicking Dreamer by dropping an axe-handle to the spine, and pulls him up on his jelly limbs. The Charming one then lets go of his grip and levels the chin of Dreamer, before smacking under his chin with a European uppercut, sending him to reel backward. The “Golden Ticket” winner then grabs the former EVPW TV champion’s head once again and directs it to slam against the metal steps, sending a blunt noise of bone clashing with steel to echo around the arena. The skull of Shawn bounces up upon hitting the cold steel and Night quickly clamps his arm around the neck of Dreamer from behind, taking him in an inverted front facelock. The Californian Momma’s boy then falls on his chest, taking Dreamer’s skull along with him to crash upon the unprotected concrete. The Floridian champion screams in pain as Alex sets up on his knees, licking his lips and watching his opponent in pain after decimating him with a vicious inverted DDT.

“I doubt if Dreamer would be able to be back into the match after this; he was already under tremendous pain after that collision with steel steps and that DDT just added more to that.”

“It’s a championship bout, Fuzz and there’s no way Night would go easy upon Dreamer. Night might be a coward, but his coward attitude puts him on the map since it can fool many.”

“Things don’t look good for Dreamer, and he better do something if he wants to keep the match rolling on the side of Cut Squad. If he loses, I doubt what Kahlan will do…”

“She would jump off the rafters again and would die this time!” –smirks-

Down on his knees, Alex stares at his adversary for a brief moment; he loves to see his opponent under pain and he takes the moment to watch him twitch and scream. But soon the Crybaby notices that the official is on five and slowly drifting away toward the ten. He quickly scrambles up on his feet and once again attains the grip on Dreamer’s hair, pulling him up once again. Once he’s upon on his heels, Night throws him inside the ring and gets over the apron, breaking the count of the zebra-clad one. He first scopes his foe’s condition and then grabs the top rope, before pulling it down and catapulting himself over the top rope, with his legs spread forward. The Night-Light falls right over the head and neck region of the champion, nearly crashing the windpipe of Dreamer with the leg drop. Alex then quickly flips and gets over the chest of Dreamer, screaming at the referee to count the pin. The referee slides down as Night hooks the leg for leverage and pins the Hardcore Prince, trying to put the match to an end right there.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR—AWW!!

The Floridian Extremist throws an arm up, pushing Night off him and breaking the pin fall attempt. Hands over his brown hairs, Night watches the referee with frustration, who displays his fingers and states how far the count went; it was just a two and half.

TBC MATHEW!

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A frustrated Crybaby climbs to a vertical base after slamming his two clenched fist into the canvas. Alex steps ominously in front of the ref, lips moving a mile a minute as he yells at the the zebra-stripped official who reels back in fear while holding up two fingers. Alex mutters something inaudible under his breath whilst turning away from the ref, most likely something vulgar. The Charming begins taking his anger out on his opponent in the form of boots; all aimed at Dreamer’s dome. Each stomp forces Shawn’s head to snap back violently and hit the canvas with massive force. Night ends the bludgeoning after nearly ten powerful boots, then exit’s the ring without haste. Alex tosses the apron up and begins a scrutiny for something that could help him put away the champion. He finally procures a black steel chair from beneath the squared-hell and slides into the ring with it clutched in his left hand. Alex analyzes the current state of his adversary to see that he is beginning to stir. Night keeps the element of surprise secure, by staying well out of Dreamer’s view as he begins ascending to a vertical base. The fans yell out warning to Dreamer, telling him not to stand as Night readies himself to swing, but the cautionary chants fall on deaf ears and Dreamer stumbles to a full vertical base. Wasting no time, Alex swings forward, baseball style and thwacks the Hardcore Prince across his shoulder blades, leaving the sick sound of metal on bone resonating throughout the arena. As soon as the shot hit, the champion’s face lights up like a Christmas tree and he instantly falls to his knees, his shoulder blades pushed together; nearly touching under his thin skin as he tries to sooth away the stinging pain. Evidently, Alex isn’t sufficed with just one chair shot and brings it back up for a second shot. This time the chair smacks Dreamer right upside his head and he falls face-first to the canvas, yelling and screaming in pain.

“Good Lord, two astonishing chair shots by Night. Dreamer‘s left twitching on the floor from them, this could unfortunately be it!”
“Eh, maybe not Fuzz. Dreamer didn‘t give himself the alias the Hardcore Prince, he earned it. I don‘t see a chair shot putting him away, especially not this early.”

A malicious smile forms on Alex’s smile as he flips his silky, milk-chocolate locks from his eyes and chucks the folded steel chair to the canvas. Alex drops to his knees and rolls Dreamer onto his back, covering him this time, expecting a complete three count.

“ONE!“
“TWO!”
“THREE- NO!”

“That was much closer than I expected! Dreamer almost didn‘t recover in time!”

Another look of disbelief flushes over Alex Night’s face as he looks at the ref with his jaw dropped so far, the peach-fuzz on his chin brush the canvas. The fans burst into cheers when Dreamer’s shoulder shot up off the canvas; not necessarily for Shawn not loosing yet, but for Alex not winning. The California native doesn’t bother to waste his time arguing with the ref and simply climbs to his feet, pulling Dreamer sluggishly to his knees by his hair in the process. Alex cocks back his fist, but before he has the chance to release it, Dreamer slides his arm between his aggressor’s legs and drives his forearm into the groin of Alex, coercing him to release the grip he has on Shawn’s hair, and to double over from the blow in absolute pain. With the window of opportunity wide open, Dreamer fights to his feet and locks the Night-Light’s head under his armpit, before quickly snapping back; dropping back first to the canvas and driving the point of Alex’s head straight into the hard fabric with a thunderous DDT. Alex instantly reaches for the injured area and clutches it tightly with both hands, shielding it and soothing at the same time.

"There we go, I told you Dreamer had more in him than you gave him credit for."
"Yes, but how much more does either of these two have left in them, they've been going at it nonstop for more than ten minutes."
"Oh your ignorance amazes me. Whether you like them or not, you have to give them credit. They're GHW stars, which means they're more than just your average Fighty fighty person!"

The Hardcore Prince stumbles to his feet whilst eyeing up the inert metallic equalizer. Liking his lips hungrily, Dreamer makes a bee-line right to the dented steel chair. He reaches down and clutches the chair by it’s legs and walks to the nearest corner and wedge the chair between the upper and middle turnbuckle, giving it a quick tug, testing it’s durability before marching over to Alex. Shawn bends over and jerks Alex to his feet by his brown locks, then backs him into the corner. The Jacksonville native grasps the Californian’s wrist and pulls him out of the corner whilst spinning on his heels and launches Alex across the ring. Astonishingly, Night keeps a hold of his adversary’s wrist and instead sends Dreamer to the corner. Dreamer goes crashing head first into the steel chair, knocking it out of it’s precarious perch and to the outside. Dreamer continues forward with tremendous force and finally stops when his shoulder blade crashes into the pole with a huge clunk. Alex hops right on him, locking his hands in front of Shawn’s waist and pulling him out of the corner. Quickly, Night reclines back slamming Dreamer’s head and shoulder to the canvas and bridging the German Suplex for a pin. The ref quickly falls into position and begins to slam his hand on the canvas.

“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“…”

[x|SHAWN DREAMER|x]

Before the referee’s hand could slam down for the third, Dreamer shoots his boot up toward the ceiling, breaking the pin in the process. Dreamer falls by the side being released from the waist-lock, all drained up after taking in that neck-snapping German suplex. Night also lies over the canvas with his hands over his brown hair-filled dome in frustration and disappointment. The zebra clad one gets up and shows his finger up to the crowd, providing visual aid to the roaring attendance gathered to watch the pay-per-view. Amidst the cheers, the Crybaby gets up with a disgusted face and eyes the crowd, showing his hatred toward every single tone of cheer that flies out from them. Without wasting much time with the crowd, the Night-Light walks over to Dreamer and starts to pull him up by his locks upon drawing close. He pulls the groggy Hardcore Prince by his hairs and then coils his arm around the neck of Dreamer. Slight resiliency is shown by the Floridian as he throws a weak fist to the solar plexus of the Crybaby, getting him to pause for a moment. But the punch wasn’t that impactful and Night returns the strike with a series of balled fist of his own, targeting the back and the spine of Dreamer. Three or so punches silences the Floridian Extremist, giving Alex the chance to perform the manoeuvre he planned in the end. He grabs the rear lining of Dreamer’s tights and falls flat on his back, crashing the skull of his adversary onto dusty canvas. The vicious DDT gets Shawn to propel away to Dreamland, being nearly unconscious. The Night-Light sits up and stares at Shawn as the crowd break out a chorus of boos, showering hatred toward Night.

“Things don’t look good for Dreamer, at least for now. Even though we have seen him dominate the match on the early note, he hasn’t been that sharp throughout.”

“Well, I gotta admit that Alex has dominated in the majority of the bout! The Crybaby is here to win and I guess we got no choice but have a baby hold the tag golds!”

“Al, this isn’t over yet buddy. I just hope Dreamer gets up soon and delivers the best beating Night can get.”

“Oh I agree with you for once, partner!”

The Crybaby pushes the canvas and springs up to his heels before checking out the condition of his opponent. Shawn is long lost in his slumber and Alex points at the ceiling, deciding that it’s time to go airborne. The Californian Momma’s Boy grabs the wrist of Dreamer and pulls him to the corner, before he starts to ascend the turnbuckle. It doesn’t take long before he reaches the apex and he turns his attention toward Dreamer, all set to deliver the move that might turn the match upside down. With wobbly limbs and pounding heart stands the Crybaby over the top turnbuckle before he leaps up in the air, with his knees pressed to his chest. He rolls in mid air in about 180 degree before he crashes over the sternum of Dreamer, getting him to give out the loudest groan of the night. The Golden Ticket Thief quickly hooks the leg of Dreamer right after delivering the Shooting Star Press, and the referee has no choice but to count the probable three seconds to crown a new champion.

“SHOOTING STAR PRESS! FUCK, THE CRYBABY IS ALMOST THERE!”

“Almost is the word, Al! Will we see a new champion?!”

ONE!!

“NO! NO!”

TWO!!

THR-AWW!!

The Hardcore Prince gets his shoulder up at the last moment, pulling all the risk Alex got into that aerial manoeuvre to vain.

“Hah, I knew it won’t be a three! I really wish karma to bite back Alex; we’d see a fuckin’ beat-up right there then!”

Being pushed aside, the Night-Light sits with stands of hair sticking onto his sweaty forehead, frustration scribbled all over his eyes. He lazily pushes the canvas and springs up to his heels, before walking over to Dreamer who is still lying flat on the canvas. He bends over and clamps his hands around the skull of the Jacksonville native, before starting to pull him up to his spaghetti legs. But Shawn had other plans; he somehow hooks his claws around the skull of Night and pulls it down with full force, causing his adversary’s jaw to slam against his cranium. The Charming one falls with his jaw being rocked courtesy to the surprising jawbreaker pulled out by Dreamer. The Hardcore Prince falls on his one knee as Night lies over the canvas and stroke his jaw in pain. Gasping in enough air, Shawn heaves up on his heels and walks up to his opponent, before starting to stomp all over the system of the Californian. Each groan results in a high pitch cry from the Crybaby and more sadistic turns the face of the one half of the GHW tag champion. After dropping around 5-6 stomps, Shawn grabs the chocolate strands of Night and tries to pull him up. Alex follows the motion of Dreamer since he doesn’t want his hair to rip right off, and gets in a seated position with the aid. The Floridian then reels back and heads toward the ropes, before being ricocheted back by the metallic elastic cords. With his vision blurred up, Night can only see the Hardcore Prince storming up to him and take him down with a stiff knee to the skull, which gets him to see stars all around him.

*CRACK!*

“LIGHTS OUT, BABY!”

“That was some stiff shot right there. I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out that Alex’s nose has been broken.”

The knee shot to the visage of Night didn’t just knock him out but also disfigured his babyface look; a bone-snapping crack is heard. The nose of Alex couldn’t sustain the stiff shot and cracked right then, leading to streams of hot crimson to flow down the nostrils. Even though the Crybaby is heard to cry in pain, the crowd rejoices and cheers for Dreamer for putting the one they hate in tremendous pain. The zebra clad official charges to Night quickly and checks on him, making sure that they don’t need the paramedics out here, while Dreamer gets out of the ring. Landing outside the squared circle, the Hardcore Prince pulls the skirt of the ring up and starts to excavate for weapons. He pulls out a trash-can first, and then starts to filling it up like a shopping cart – a bunch of light tubes, a black sac full of unknown goods and a loop of barb-wire are the objects dumped. He then rolls the trash can inside the ring by sliding it down under the bottom rope, before following it and getting inside the ring too. He pulls out the light tubes first and places them on the corner, side by side, forming a bed of fluorescent tubes. The Jacksonville Sadist then grabs the black sac and pours the objects inside all over the tubes. The crowd cheers as the raining tacks lands all over the light tubes and glitters ominously by the lights radiated from the above.

“This doesn’t look good at all, Al! I smell something devious and it’s coming from Shawn all along.”

“Well, let’s see what goes on. I’m sure this match would turn out to be a bloodbath! Plus I guess Shawn is trying to use the no DQ rule to the fullest.”

Devising his plans to perfection, Shawn walks over to the fallen Crybaby and starts to pull him up by his hairs. Hoisting up his adversary, the Hardcore Prince locks his arms around the body of Night and tries to pull him up. The Night-Light tries to deflect the attack of the tag champion, but eventually fails as Shawn throws him overhead and gets him to land onto the tubes and tacks. The Crybaby’s roars up in pain as he crashes onto the tubes and the tacks, getting his back to be severely scarred. The crowd bursts out to cheers as well, cheering hard toward Dreamer for putting Alex into such pain and also for putting up such display of hardcore tactics. Shawn gets up and scopes the crowd being the only one standing, amidst the ear deafening chants of “HOLY SHIT!”

TBC MATT!

[x|SHAWN DREAMER|x]

“That was some insane shit pulled out by Dreamer and we seriously doubt if Night will be able to get back to action after this. That was really sick!”

“The Crybaby has just lost it, ladies and gentlemen and it’s just a pinfall away for Shawn to be declared the reigning champion. Even though it won’t put smiles on everyone’s face, but hey, it’s better than having a baby as the champion.”

“And finally Big Al puts his real feeling forward.” –smirks- “He has been supporting Dreamer ‘cause the hatred for Alex is a bit more than the Hardcore Prince.”

“Everyone has their opinion, Fuzz and I always raise my voice when it’s required, unlike you who always scrubs one’s ass.”

The crowd nearly blows up the roof with “Holy Shit” chants as Night twitches in pain being over the debris of glass and tacks. Beads of tear can be seen to protrude on the corner of his eyes as he tries to roll away from the fragments. The Crybaby is however aided by his adversary as Shawn walks up to Night and starts to pull him to the centre of the ring by his legs. But the helping hand turns out to be that of the assassin as the Hardcore Prince moves to the side and kicks Alex on the side of the stomach, getting him to flip and get his back to face the ceiling. The real brutality starts then as Shawn starts to hammer the fragments of glass and tacks through the flesh and skin of the Charming, with the help of his boot. Cries of pain are shot out by the Crybaby as Dreamer continues to stomp on the spine and shoulder area, causing the freshly created wounds to further exploit and bleed. Dropping around six-seven boots, the Floridian Extremist rolls Night over and swamps over him to put him in a pinning predicament. The zebra clad official slides down to register the pin as Dreamer hooks the legs for leverage, trying to end it right there.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR-AWW!!

But it seems that Night has some juice left on his tank; the Crybaby throws his arm up before the referee could finish the third count, breaking the pin at two and a half. The resistance from Alex throws Dreamer up too and he sits over the canvas with a blank face, which clearly shows his disappointment of having the win slip off his hand after being this close. He looks over to the referee, who is shaking his head in disapproval and showing him the fingers as visual aid. The Hardcore Prince then pushes the canvas around him and hoists up to his heels, standing next to Alex. He looks at the face of the Night-Light for a bit, before bending up and trying to catch a hold of the brown hairs. But what Shawn didn’t expect was a counter from Night, and that just came up as the Crybaby pushed his thumb inside the eye-socket of Dreamer, getting his eyes to sting like never. The sudden attack gets Dreamer to reel back a few steps and Night uses the advantage to slowly get up to his heels.

“A cheap tactic from Night’s dirty book; will this be the opening Night was waiting for?”

“It doesn’t matter if Night revives and fights back now. He has already being scarred deep by Dreamer, and it’d take a lot for him to overcome the pain and perform moves that might give him the win.”

“You still can’t rule out Alex from the winning picture, Al… That kid still has some gas in him.”

“Hah, as if he would be able to fight forever!”

But it doesn’t take long for Shawn to heel and he marches back to Night with a newfound fury, only to be hit with a balled fist under the jaw by a one-kneed Night. Alex quickly springs up to his both heels and starts to level Dreamer with lefts and rights, getting him to back up with each punch. It doesn’t take long before Dreamer’s back hits the metal cords, and the Californian quickly grabs the hand of Dreamer and sends him to charge to the other side of the ring. Being partially dazed, Shawn follows the directed path and eventually returns back to the Night-Light after being bounced off by the ropes. The Crybaby was all set for Dreamer and he leaps up in the air as Shawn draws near, taking him down with a huge Lou Thesz Press. He quickly mounts himself over the ribs of Dreamer then, before hammering away onto the face of the champion. Blows after blows landed over the skull of Dreamer and each blow results a low grunt from the Hardcore Prince. The Night-Light hammers away like an enraged woman, not even letting Dreamer to catch his breath between the strikes. With his eyes being bloodshot and him fuming like a dragon, Alex gets up after delivering more than half a dozen punches, garnering a loud chorus of jeers from the audience. He doesn’t waste any time and gets out of the squared circle, before retrieving the chair that he once used against Dreamer. The dented metal furniture is once again brought inside the squared hell as Night slides it in before getting inside too. The Charming one then picks up the chair and walks up to Dreamer, getting him to roll up by kicking him as he draws near. He then starts to slam the metal cushion and the back support onto the spinal column of Dreamer, getting the Hardcore Prince to release shockwaves of pain. Relentless and blind by his rage, Night continues to hammer away onto the back of Dreamer with the dented chair till he drains out of air. He throws the chair aside and pants for air whilst looking at the Hardcore Prince, who is rolling around and groaning in pain, with his eyes nearly rolling out of the socket. He then turns his attention to the crowd and faces them with his arm in the air, getting them to jeer louder than ever. “I’M THE TRUE CHAMPION!” screams the Crybaby, in a tone that the world has never heard from him.

“Retribution can drive one blind and we’re witnessing a live example in front of our eyes, folks. Night has totally lost it and as we can see, there’s no stoppin’ the Crybaby.”

“There’s no stoppin’ the Crybaby?! Come on, Fuzz, stop being so pessimistic!”

“Well, it seems that way for now, Al…” –gets interrupted-

“OH, SHUT UP!”

Being done posing with the crowd, Night turns his attention to Shawn and decides that it’s time to put the Hardcore Prince through some more pain. He walks over to Dreamer and starts to pull him up upon drawing near. But just as he pulls Dreamer up to his spaghetti limbs, the Hardcore Prince shoots his hands up and breaks free from the clutches of Night. The Charming isn’t let to even express his shock as Shawn acts right after, spitting out something red right on the face and eyes of Night. The crowd first grasps in shock, but soon breaks into cheers as they watch Shawn to spit out the deadly red Asian mist onto Night.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

“It’s the Asian Mist, Fuzz! Never leave home without it… or be a victim of butt-hurt!” -smirks-

The Crybaby, in tremendous eye burn and being partially blinded, starts to weep and scream at the top of his voice. With his vision almost pitch black, he doesn’t notice the boot coming up to his jaw and falls for it. The superkick from Dreamer nearly takes the head off from Night’s bust and the crowd responds to the finisher with a loud pop. Shawn, being totally drained after pulling all those antics, falls right over the fallen Night, getting the official to take it as a pin since the Californian’s shoulders are pinned to the canvas.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--??

TBC;