Post by x|SHAWN DREAMER|x on Sept 13, 2011 10:06:36 GMT -5
The spotlights flash and the speakers go alive as the transmission of GHW Tuesday Night Triumph begins, getting the capacity crowd to roar in jubilation. The generic music – which serves as the signature theme of the show – echoes around the hall as the crowd chants “GHW!” in unison, showing their loyalty to the company. They brandish their signs as they cheer and chant, showing off their opinions toward the stars in the locker room; “FBI = Fuckin’ Bastards in Indigo”, “WE WANT JAGGEROTH!”, “Nicky Carson doesn’t know a thing!” and “Hey, I fucked boobies!” are the most common and catchy ones in the spectrum of signs. Through all the hub-bubs and noise, the voice of Collin Jenkins flies in and welcomes the fans – both present in the arena and in front of the television sets – to the roller coaster ride GHW has to offer every week, Tuesday night, 8 PM sharp.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to one of the longest running pro-wrestling show of the globe – this is GHW Triumph, and with me, as ever, Big Al Mulligan!”
“Would you please shut your mouth and be done with the dumb introductory thing you do every damn week? These people have paid to see the FBI, not you rambling aimlessly!”
“Oh? You and what army, Al?!”
Before Al could give a suitable reply and shut his partner for good, the speaker booms out once again – this time with a song never played before in the land of Glory and Honour. I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin resonates around the arena as the crowd turn their heads toward the entrance tunnel with confusion swathing their face, unsure of whether to cheer or not. Pushing apart the green curtains that draws the line between kayfabe and entertainment, it’s… the Hardcore Prince, Shawn Dreamer making his way out, looking a bit different than usual. His long raven tresses are cut short and styled in an emo-way, along with facial hairs. Dressed in a two-piece designer suit, the recent GHW-quit superstar stands at the top of the ramp, before starting to head down, mum and emotionless on his sprint down the inclined plane.
Hitting the end of the tracks, Shawn walks over to the announce table, taking a microphone from the announcer, before making his way up to the ring. He gets inside the squared circle through the middle and the top rope and situates himself in the centre of the stage, before putting his hand up and gesture the tech-guys in the back to cut his music. Even though the music dies, the crowd doesn’t; they cheer at the top of their voices, loving how their hero has finally changed his mind and has came back. Shawn, still having the stiff face, pulls the microphone up to his lips and screams out, trying to gain control over the overjoyed mass.
“People, people… settle down!”
The arena drops down to deathly silence, with every single guy in the bleacher going by the words of Dreamer.
“On the second thought, fuck you all!”
Chorus of boos flies from all corners as Shawn grins up to his ears, loving the way he had turned the allegiance of the fans upside down with just a simple insult. The Floridian Prince then licks his lips and gets the microphone up to his lips once again, speaking out about the sudden change of heart.
“Now, I bet you guys notice how there’s a change of taste inside my mouth. I bet you guys have noticed how different I look, coming in after a week of announcing my retirement on live television. Yeah, I did indeed announce my retirement, but there was a little silver lining around it. There was a little loophole I used to fool you imbeciles to believe that I was actually gone.”
The near thousand gathered inside the arena watches the drama unfold like a bunch of puppets – silent, with their eyes peeled open.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Shawn Dreamer has officially retired and is now buried under his misery and failures!”
The crowd bursts into jeers once again, showing how they feel about the whole thing and how Shawn is playing out to be a villain now. The Jacksonville native – as if he had it all visualized earlier – waits for the flamed audience to cool down before he continues with his words, making clear the whole deal.
“Let me put this straight to you all; this is not a second coming at all. This is simply the start of something new – in fact, something that I had left back years ago. A few years back, I made my debut in the independent scene with the name Shawn Dreamer, as homage to you-know-who with my first name. I came in and tried to woo you all to cheer me, and I succeed. I got probably the biggest cheers and pops of my life from you people… that could have been my best accomplishment, but it’s not. I have been the tag champion twice, but it wasn’t worth it. I was always a step away from that spotlight, and the way I see it, you guys are the sole reason behind it.”
The fans, simply not okay with the complains made by the man once known as Dreamer, bursts out to a unison chant of “YOU SUCK!” from every other corner, showing how they exactly feel after being accused of ruining the potential of a star. Sam, amused at this to the fullest, simply shrugs his shoulder and grins, pouring gasoline all over the angst of the audience. But then, this turns out to be the best thing to do as the crowd soon runs out of energy and goes dead, giving Sam the much required floor to speak.
“Grapes do taste sour often, but that’s not the case here. I have had my head up my ass for long, and I have realized that I wasn’t worth it to tag along and play with you guys. It was worth it at all, and finally, last week, after being “pulverized”… yeah, you heard it right… pulverized by Ryan Hughes, the guy Shawn Dreamer finally broke to pieces. The shell of Shawn Dreamer was broken right then, and from that cocoon came out the true self of Sam Trinity – the guy standing before you right now.”
Shawn – or now that he’s going by his real name – Sam throws a toothy grin at the audience, getting them to boo once again. The loyal GHW fans simply can’t believe what’s unraveling in front of their eyes and they simply want to tear down on “Dreamer” like a bunch of feral dogs being deprived off food for ages.
“Shawn had left the building last week and had torn down the fourth wall on his way. He took out the wall with “KAYFABE” written all over it, and erased that line between real Sam Trinity and the on-camera Shawn Dreamer. I was tired of entertaining you muses week in and week out, and it was about time I made a difference. It was about time I kicked the creative bullshit aside, throw the fan-fare, the Prince of Hardcore moniker and finally step out as the gritty, vindictive guy I’m inside. Sam Trinity is the guy you often see at the most gruesome of the matches, and to much dismay of you Muppets, he has just been plugged on.”
The self-proclaimed Jacksonville’s starts to prowl around the ring, like a caged tiger, and continues with his rants speaking out in a bold tone that the world haven’t heard in ages from him.
“No more Cut Squad, no more Legion… No more pushing up Dominik Santiago’s ass, or give piggy-back ride to that bitch, Kahlan. I’m on my own now, daddy-o, and love me or hate me, I’m still going to shine. I’m going to show you how it feels to be down and be back again, and on top of it, I’ll show you all who am I and what I do…”
Trinity halts and pauses dramatically before smirking a little and blurting out his last words.
“I’m the guy your mom warned you about. This is Sam Trinity, and I simply don’t need a fuckin’ gimmick to stand up and conquer! Meet the real me, brah!”
With the facts settled and the curtain off his new self, the Florida-made Prince of Hardcore drops the microphone down to the canvas, setting it to crash against the ground with a hissy smack. This gives the cue to the man behind the PA controls and the new entrance theme of Sam Trinity hits the speakers again – this time partially muffled by the roaring sea of fans. The screen slowly fades to black and the show cuts for the first commercial break of the night, with a new revolution rising from an old shell – the rise of Sam Trinity from the ashes of Dreamer.
#EOT#
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to one of the longest running pro-wrestling show of the globe – this is GHW Triumph, and with me, as ever, Big Al Mulligan!”
“Would you please shut your mouth and be done with the dumb introductory thing you do every damn week? These people have paid to see the FBI, not you rambling aimlessly!”
“Oh? You and what army, Al?!”
Before Al could give a suitable reply and shut his partner for good, the speaker booms out once again – this time with a song never played before in the land of Glory and Honour. I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin resonates around the arena as the crowd turn their heads toward the entrance tunnel with confusion swathing their face, unsure of whether to cheer or not. Pushing apart the green curtains that draws the line between kayfabe and entertainment, it’s… the Hardcore Prince, Shawn Dreamer making his way out, looking a bit different than usual. His long raven tresses are cut short and styled in an emo-way, along with facial hairs. Dressed in a two-piece designer suit, the recent GHW-quit superstar stands at the top of the ramp, before starting to head down, mum and emotionless on his sprint down the inclined plane.
Hitting the end of the tracks, Shawn walks over to the announce table, taking a microphone from the announcer, before making his way up to the ring. He gets inside the squared circle through the middle and the top rope and situates himself in the centre of the stage, before putting his hand up and gesture the tech-guys in the back to cut his music. Even though the music dies, the crowd doesn’t; they cheer at the top of their voices, loving how their hero has finally changed his mind and has came back. Shawn, still having the stiff face, pulls the microphone up to his lips and screams out, trying to gain control over the overjoyed mass.
“People, people… settle down!”
The arena drops down to deathly silence, with every single guy in the bleacher going by the words of Dreamer.
“On the second thought, fuck you all!”
Chorus of boos flies from all corners as Shawn grins up to his ears, loving the way he had turned the allegiance of the fans upside down with just a simple insult. The Floridian Prince then licks his lips and gets the microphone up to his lips once again, speaking out about the sudden change of heart.
“Now, I bet you guys notice how there’s a change of taste inside my mouth. I bet you guys have noticed how different I look, coming in after a week of announcing my retirement on live television. Yeah, I did indeed announce my retirement, but there was a little silver lining around it. There was a little loophole I used to fool you imbeciles to believe that I was actually gone.”
The near thousand gathered inside the arena watches the drama unfold like a bunch of puppets – silent, with their eyes peeled open.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Shawn Dreamer has officially retired and is now buried under his misery and failures!”
The crowd bursts into jeers once again, showing how they feel about the whole thing and how Shawn is playing out to be a villain now. The Jacksonville native – as if he had it all visualized earlier – waits for the flamed audience to cool down before he continues with his words, making clear the whole deal.
“Let me put this straight to you all; this is not a second coming at all. This is simply the start of something new – in fact, something that I had left back years ago. A few years back, I made my debut in the independent scene with the name Shawn Dreamer, as homage to you-know-who with my first name. I came in and tried to woo you all to cheer me, and I succeed. I got probably the biggest cheers and pops of my life from you people… that could have been my best accomplishment, but it’s not. I have been the tag champion twice, but it wasn’t worth it. I was always a step away from that spotlight, and the way I see it, you guys are the sole reason behind it.”
The fans, simply not okay with the complains made by the man once known as Dreamer, bursts out to a unison chant of “YOU SUCK!” from every other corner, showing how they exactly feel after being accused of ruining the potential of a star. Sam, amused at this to the fullest, simply shrugs his shoulder and grins, pouring gasoline all over the angst of the audience. But then, this turns out to be the best thing to do as the crowd soon runs out of energy and goes dead, giving Sam the much required floor to speak.
“Grapes do taste sour often, but that’s not the case here. I have had my head up my ass for long, and I have realized that I wasn’t worth it to tag along and play with you guys. It was worth it at all, and finally, last week, after being “pulverized”… yeah, you heard it right… pulverized by Ryan Hughes, the guy Shawn Dreamer finally broke to pieces. The shell of Shawn Dreamer was broken right then, and from that cocoon came out the true self of Sam Trinity – the guy standing before you right now.”
Shawn – or now that he’s going by his real name – Sam throws a toothy grin at the audience, getting them to boo once again. The loyal GHW fans simply can’t believe what’s unraveling in front of their eyes and they simply want to tear down on “Dreamer” like a bunch of feral dogs being deprived off food for ages.
“Shawn had left the building last week and had torn down the fourth wall on his way. He took out the wall with “KAYFABE” written all over it, and erased that line between real Sam Trinity and the on-camera Shawn Dreamer. I was tired of entertaining you muses week in and week out, and it was about time I made a difference. It was about time I kicked the creative bullshit aside, throw the fan-fare, the Prince of Hardcore moniker and finally step out as the gritty, vindictive guy I’m inside. Sam Trinity is the guy you often see at the most gruesome of the matches, and to much dismay of you Muppets, he has just been plugged on.”
The self-proclaimed Jacksonville’s starts to prowl around the ring, like a caged tiger, and continues with his rants speaking out in a bold tone that the world haven’t heard in ages from him.
“No more Cut Squad, no more Legion… No more pushing up Dominik Santiago’s ass, or give piggy-back ride to that bitch, Kahlan. I’m on my own now, daddy-o, and love me or hate me, I’m still going to shine. I’m going to show you how it feels to be down and be back again, and on top of it, I’ll show you all who am I and what I do…”
Trinity halts and pauses dramatically before smirking a little and blurting out his last words.
“I’m the guy your mom warned you about. This is Sam Trinity, and I simply don’t need a fuckin’ gimmick to stand up and conquer! Meet the real me, brah!”
With the facts settled and the curtain off his new self, the Florida-made Prince of Hardcore drops the microphone down to the canvas, setting it to crash against the ground with a hissy smack. This gives the cue to the man behind the PA controls and the new entrance theme of Sam Trinity hits the speakers again – this time partially muffled by the roaring sea of fans. The screen slowly fades to black and the show cuts for the first commercial break of the night, with a new revolution rising from an old shell – the rise of Sam Trinity from the ashes of Dreamer.
#EOT#
