Shawn Dreamer vs. Kahlan Clarkson

[x|SHAWN DREAMER|x]

With the crowd all settled down, the bell chimes thrice, marking the start of action of the show, and indicate that that Strong Foot Forward match is up next. Several stagehands rushes out through the curtain instantaneously, much like a pack of ants, with chairs, tables and ladders along with them. They place it around the ring as the crowd looks on being confused, with no TLC match being advertised in the initial adverts. To resolve their confusion, Charlie Coors gets up to the ring and gets on with the announcement, with the microphone held right under his lips.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our tonight's Strong Foot Forward will be a special Tables, Ladders and Chairs match! Introducing first..."

Right then, the PA system booms up with a song that hasn't been heard around the GHW arena in long; God is a Man by Face to Face blares out of the speakers, garnering a heavy round of cheers. It's pretty obvious that who the man is, but then, the crowd cranes their heads toward the entrance tunnel to try and catch the glimpse of the individual.

"Don't tell me! Don't tell me he's back and with that lackluster name and attire!"
"Oh, he's back to his senses, Al, and I bet he has thrown that attitude he developed last time to be the man he is!"

The moment of truth soon arrives as the Hardcore Prince, Shawn Dreamer, walks out to light dressed in a pair of white tights, and a calm smile flung upon his face. He has a microphone in hand, and he starts to speak right away, giving his heart out.

"Surprised to see me, aye?"

The crowd roars, as if they have got what they have always craved and wanted.

"Well, to cut the chase short, it's that time of the year when GHW gets flooded with returns. I know how you people are scratching the back of your heads, but the sixth annual Nexus pay-per-view has it's date amended, and as I've heard, it's going to be on June the 10th!"

The crowd gives out a louder shot of cheers as Shawn starts his march down the ramp, grinning ear to ear.

"Excited, right? But what would you say to this one - I have signed a special contract with GHW for the next two months, and well, yours' truly is going to be partaking in the Nexus match once again!"

The crowd cheers once more, to which Dreamer stops and looks around, sipping in the energy from the overwhelmed sea of people.

"But then, tonight, we settle a personal issue. Tonight, on this very TLC match, it will be a rain of emotions... a rush of feelings... a revelation of where what stands. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, I'll destroy that bitch..."

But if only Dreamer had a pair of eyes on the back of his head, he would have noticed someone had crept right behind him and...

TBC Little K!

[Nikki]

Shawn swings about to receive a vicious chair shot on the crown of his skull. The impact drops him stiffly on his back, where he stays sprawled out like a starfish. Kahlan however, is too cold hearted to end the sneak attack just as of yet. She raises the chair over her bandaged head, and then brings it down to lay it onto the returnee’s forehead, again. She recovers from stumbling after delivering such a hellacious blow and looks down to regard her former Cut Squad partner, the man who only weeks ago helped her win a Television Title against Wolverina. The sight of such an exposed handsome man sends a shiver up her spine and she grins evilly. Her next route of action is to unfold the hammered chair and set it up atop Shawn in such a way that the bar attaching the two adjacent legs end up choking Dreamer’s windpipe. Kahlan sits herself on the seat, with her legs either side of the back rest. She leans over to first grab Shawn’s cheek to squeeze it in a gentle manner, and then pick up the microphone that lay abandoned next to him.

“Oh Shawn, oh Shawn you’re so cute when you’re being choked. It turns me on so much! But enough about you, it is time to say welcome everybody to the first Triumph after Total Carnage.”

Al: Yea, welcome!

“Look at the bandage around my head. Think of the scars you cannot see because of the T-shirt I’m wearing, running across my back. DO NOT DARE for one second, to so much as to sniff at the thought that they are the reason I didn’t win at Hell in a Cell this past Sunday. I pinned myself!”

Fuzz: What?
Al: You heard her, I saw it! She pinned herself!

“I threw Wolverina off of that over-thirty-feet-high cage, I bared, then brutalised her fake tits, and yet she still refused to lie down. So I thought to myself, why, oh why am I doing this when I should preserve myself for bigger and better things. It didn’t matter that she would escape becoming my bitch. It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! That is because I’ve already had her on numerous occasions, in numerous locations. I even have the DVDs to prove that. It didn’t matter that she went on to steal my shot at the World Championship. That is because regardless of who is going to get the next shot, I am going to become the next World Champion. I know it, you know it, she knows it and even the new World Champ, Dominik Santiago knows it too. I have nothing to prove to anyone, I’ve already done it all! I am Kahlan DAMMITT!”

Kahlan shots off of her chair with the passion that has taken over her. She crosses the ring in the span of a few seconds and gets to the ropes only to lean over them. With rage ruling her emotions, she stares into the crowd of fans screaming at them.

“You know that I am your hero! You respect me for that! You love me for that! Love me dammit, or I swear-”

With a bang, the same chair she had used to blind side her former tag team partner lands on the back of her head. Her sentence is cut short with a yelp and she stumbles back, turning around. Dreamer, being the one who had returned the favour throws the chair at Kahlan. He watches her make her last mistake as she is forced to snatch the flying steel that is bound for her. That is because Dreamer is up in the air, even before Kahlan’s fingers get to curl around the chair. He tilts back and plant both of his feet into the flat of the chair, knocking back both chair and Kahlan. The force of the attack sends his nemesis out of the ring, through the ropes, with limbs flailing behind her.

Al: A cheap attack by Shawn Dreamer! SHAME ON THAT MAN FOR SUCH A COWARDICE ACT!
Fuzz: …

TBCB Shawn

[x|SHAWN DREAMER|x]

With a surge of newfound aggression streaming down his veins, the Hardcore Prince clambers up to his heels and shakes his head, brushing off every other cobwebs along with the memories that he hold of his Cut Squad days. His face now swathed with a mask of ruthless aggression, the Floridian turns around to take a look at the Newcastle queen, only to watch her wither in pain. The bandage on her head is highly deformed due to the dropkick induced chair shot as she squirms and twists over the dusty canvas, badly in need for a remedy to fight back the sparks of pain around her crown. The miserable condition of the Ladder Queen, however, doesn't really draw the line of appeal in the heart of Dreamer, and he picks up the dented steel chair from the ground. He walks up to Kahlan wielding the chair, and slams it against her back, much like a cold-blooded killer who would even care of the pain on his victim. The crowd gives out a delightful cheer at the sight of it, and that influences Dreamer to push the envelope further, smashing the chair repeatedly upon the back of Kahlan. It should be noted that the TV champion's back is already ravaged due to the fight other night against Wolverina, and the shots simply gets her to whimper in pain, and her eyes to go all teary. Nailing the chair repeatedly for nearly six times, Shawn throws the chair over the top rope in a fit of exhaustion and frustration – exhaustion due to the relentless swinging of the furniture, and frustration due to the fact that he can't harm his partner, be it former, for long. Thus to reduce the pain on Kahlan and to cut this petty feud off early, Dreamer falls to his knees and hooks the leg of the English diva, pinning her to the ground. The referee, ever so attentive with the occurrence in the ring, slides down at the point and starts to count, giving the highly profiled TLC match an abrupt end.

ONE!
TWO!
THR-AAAHH!!

Before the palm of the referee could strike for the third, Kahlan pops open her book of dirty tactics and sets her nails to claw upon the face of Dreamer, sending the Jacksonville's Pride off him like a wounded predator. The sudden scratch to the face sets the GHW veteran to spring off from the spot and run off toward the ropes, over which he leans and tries to nurse himself. The crowd, not okay with the crafty yet sly tactics of Kahlan, gives out a huge round of jeers, while Big Al Mulligan screams out over his headset being highly elated.

“Have you ever seen such an innovative break to a pinfall?! I haven't, and I guess we never would have if Kahlan didn't do such a thing and claw the face of Dreamer. But then, it doesn't change a thing for him, aye? He's still the ugly mug!”
“Al, if only you were sensible enough, man. Kahlan should be disqualified just for that – for disfiguring the man's face just like that! But then, the no disqualification rule is on effect for this TLC match, so yeah, we can't just expect much justice!”

It doesn't take long for Dreamer to recover from the scratch off the “wildcat”, and that just gets his blood to boil once again. He marches up to the Ladder Queen being all irate and grabs a handful of her blue hairs, before starting to drag her up to her heels. But then, what Dreamer simply overlook was the fact that Kahlan still had a few kicks left in her; before Dreamer could pull her up to a vertical base, the Newcastle native rams her shoulder against the abdominal wall of the Floridian, catching him off guard. The sudden thrust sets the Hardcore Prince to lose his balance and hit the reverse gear, and gives Kahlan the much required opening to get back to the match. She springs up her heels and makes a dash at Dreamer, leaping up once she draws near and send her forearm to smash against the larynx of her former partner. With nothing behind him but the vulnerable ropes, the Extreme Technician gets sent further backward and over the top rope, landing over the concrete floor outside the box. With utter hatred sparking in her eyes, the Ladder Queen steps out to the edge of the box – that is, get on the apron – before turning her back to the guard-rails and launch herself from the platform. The high-flying arsenal of Kahlan gives a sneak peek to the audience as the English diva performs a backflip in mid-air and lands chest-first against the back of Dreamer, connecting with a picture perfect 180-degrees springboard moonsault. The crowd gathered inside the GHW arena couldn't expect anything less, as they break out a loud round of cheers, showing their appreciation toward the Ladder Queen for her top-notch display of aerodynamics.

“The fans just can't have enough with this surprise Strong Foot Forward between Dreamer and Kahlan. Ladies and gentlemen, if you had just tune into our show, it's a TLC match between the members of the one of most decorated tag teams of all times, the Cut Squad – Shawn Dreamer vs. Kahlan Clarkson.”
“Don't forget to mention that the Ladder Queen is currently reigning tall over that bastard Dreamer, and is almost on the verge of pulling a triumphant victory! By the way, you know right that Kahlan has a tag title defense later tonight, and she's pulling a double duty?”

Though the maneuver was meant to hurt the Floridian, it also took toll upon the system of the European, as she laid flat right next to Dreamer, breathing heavily to gather her composure. It takes her a while to fill her lungs up, and once she's done, she starts to clamber up with a handful of Dreamer's hairs, pulling her adversary up along with her. It takes a while for the ravaged cruiserweight to pull the heavy mass of the Extremist up, and once they both her up, Kahlan balls her fist and directs it at the face of Dreamer, trying to plant a punch across his cheeks. However, the Hardcore Prince had his radar fully functional; he grabs the incoming fist and lands one of his own against the noggin of Kahlan, setting her brain to rattle around the thinking chamber. But then, he isn't let to smile for long as the Mistress of Ladder returns the favor with a punch of her own – a feeble one. This breaks out a war of jabs, with neither Fighty fighty person being able to get the upper hand for a while – till the decisive moment came; the Hardcore Prince lands a hard jab against the nose of the English diva, flooring her to the ground and...

*CRACK*

The entire arena went silent as the bone-shattering noise is heard, and the nose of the Ladder Queen is seen to bleed profusely. The sudden flow of warm crimson gets the cruiserweight diva to be completely shock and in pain, and scream out loud in a mixture of both. Dreamer, on the other hand, goes completely dumbfounded at the occurrence and is seen to watch the Ladder Queen with a stern look on his face – he just can't let go off his concern over his ex-partner.

“Damn, it looks like Dreamer is showing how extreme can he get as he just happened to smash the nose of Kahlan with a hard jab to the face. I don't think that it was completely intentional, as by the looks of concern on the face of the Hardcore Prince.”
“Yeah, right! He did it on purpose, and I can prove it any day. Take me to court with you, K; I'm all open to be your witness to put that rascal behind bars!”

TBC;

[Nikki]

Kahlan twists and turns in a spasm like fit, writhing in pain. Her hands are up over her face, covering the injury to her delicate nose while the heels of her boots strike the floor in alternation. She is however, quickly aided up to her feet in an act of compassion by the unlikeliest of persons around. Her opponent has concern washed over all of his features as he pats Kahlan’s shoulder and stoops low to try and take a look at her face, but failing for it is covered. The referee seems to be caught up in the moment too. From inside the ring, he is leaned over the top rope looking down at the olden days’ couple. Knowing all of this, Kahlan eventually gives in to the persistent demands from Shawn and lowers her hands for him to get a better look. Her former partner arcs his neck further to get closer. Suddenly Kahlan sneers, her brilliant white teeth contrasting from the red blood smeared around her chin. It is a sinister look that gives Shawn a moment of pause. In that very instant Kahlan introduces the top of her foot to the family jewels, with a whip like punt to the groin.

The Strife Slayer watches on as Shawn is doubled over and sinks low to his knees. Her smug expression is too unbearable for the fans to take. Less than fifteen minutes in England, and already the home side hero is the villain in their eyes. Kahlan allows a hateful chanting to take root and helps it grow even bigger by disrespectfully slapping Shawn across the face. She repeats it time and again, not with viciousness but rather almost gently, mocking the man knelt down in front of her. She decides to place a hand on his head and take a good fistful of the brunet hair and pull her opponent up. Controlling Shawn via quick tugs on the follicles, Kahlan guides him over to the ringside and laboriously helps him go up and roll inside the ring from underneath the ropes. However, she doesn’t follow in herself. Instead, the Ladder Queen takes a sweeping look across at a crowd of fans to her side and kneels down. She raises the apron and alas starts to pull out a ladder.

Al: Oh yea baby! Take it all out!
Fuzz: Well I guess it is time to put an exclamation mark in front of this contest. Dreamer is about to be introduced, for the first time ever as the victim, to what it means being in the ring with a Ladder and the Queen.
Al: Regardless of how long it is, the experience won’t be nice I can tell you that much.

Inside the ring, having pulled in the fifteen-feet-long monstrosity behind her, Kahlan sets the ladder up near the centre spot and begins to climb its rungs. A few steps up she stops to turn and look to make sure Shawn is where he is supposed to be, and realises that he is already sat up. So instead of continuing upwards she hops back down. As she marches over towards him, Dreamer gets back up to his feet. Kahlan is surprised by the sheer speed with which her arm is hooked and her body is ripped off of the canvas. She is thrown up, going over Shawn himself as he drops her down on her back and bar’s her arm over his knee. The fans clap and cheer for their favourite is back in control with style. Whimpering, Kahlan’s expression sours up as she suffers the consequences of her elbow being hyper extended. She is forced up, first to her knees and from there to her feet through the Arm-bar.

Shawn abruptly releases his hold and throws an arm at Kahlan, hooking her around the throat to turn and bring her down bending backwards into a reversed-head-lock. In a snap he falls onto one knee to jab the other into Kahlan’s upper spine. Just as quickly he snaps up to his feet again, releases his hold to swing 180 degrees around to drop an elbow atop the exposed sternum of his victim. Bodies crash down onto the mat with Shawn’s elbow piercing Kahlan’s chest. Once the ring stops shaking, Dreamer proceeds to reach back and hook a leg to score a pin fall. However, he comes up short with Kahlan kicking out at a mere two counts. Therefore he releases the leg to sit up, and then turns to stand ahead of his opponent. As soon as she is up too he strikes out again, grabbing at her wrist to send Kahlan speeding over towards the steel ladder.

Fuzz: Oh my God what a vicious kick to the head! Shawn Dreamer’s lights are out!
Al: That was a really bad idea sending Kahlan towards the Ladder like that. If there is anyone in this business who can use one, it is Kahlan. Just as it looked like she was going to crash into it with her head, she runs up the rungs and jumps back to swing a flying round house into Shawn’s skull.
Fuzz: Here we go a quick pin. This can be it!

TBCB Shawn