KTFO Match: Dreamer vs Fitzpatrick

[TPK]

The shot opens with a boom, pyrotechnics are firing wildly into the air as You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring begins to play, the scene cuts to the announce booth as the announcers are talking loudly over the music and pyro.

Big Al: Welcome to the biggest event of the year, because Nexus is upon us once again and we have a real barn burner on our hands tonight.

Fuzz: You are absolutely right about that, and to kick things off we have a Knocked the Fuck Out match for the King of the Deathmatch Championship Title. Collin Fitzpatrick the newly crowned champ is going to square off against the man he barely managed to edge out to win the belt Shawn Dreamer.

You're Gonna Go Far fades into the background but is instantly replaced by Otherworld by Nobuo Uematsu, the song draws on for a moment before Collin emerges from behind the curtain, he is wearing a pair of red tights, black elbow and knee pads, and a pair of black boots, the KotDM Belt is around his waist the flashing lights shining brightly off of it. Collin slowly looks down to the belt around his waist as he unstraps it, he removes the belt from around his midsection before hoisting it up on his shoulder and patting it, Collin smiles cockily and then makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring.

Coors: The following is a Knocked the Fuck Out match and is for the GHW King of the Deathmatch Championship. Introducing first hailing from Killkenny, Ireland standing six feet two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds he is the King of the Deathmatch Champion Collin IRISH STOOOOOOOOOORM Fitzpatrick!

Collin reaches the bottom of the ramp and looks from side to side before slowly climbing the metallic ring steps, upon reaching the top of the steps he climbs into the ring through the middle rope. Collin looks at the EMT *ref* and nods at her before mouthing something and handing her the belt and heading to the corner, the EMT blushes slightly and holds the belt high in the air before walking to the ropes and giving it to the time keeper.

Fuzz: Well...usually the challenger enters the ring first but...hey as long as they both get into the ring I guess that's all that matters right?

Big Al: I think Collin is just ready to get this thing going, this is the kind of match he dreams about he literally gets the chance to beat his opponent until the lovely young EMT there declares the other guy not just Knocked Out but.....Knocked The Fuck Out!

TBC

[Shawn Dreamer]

The member of the paramedic hands the belt over to the timekeeper for him to keep it under his possession throughout the match, as the Irish Storm is seen to grab the strong metal rope on the side which forms the boundary of the squared platform, to warm up for the first title defense after his win in the gruesome No Man's Land match featuring Dazzle and his adversary for tonight, Shawn Dreamer. The crowd is unhappy as to be noticed by the rain of negative response being showered over the tough Irish man inside the ring, which makes the muscles on the forehead of his compress forming a frown of disgust toward the response of the fans being directed to him.

Fuzz : Last week, Coors caught up with Shawn Dreamer and the state he was in, I don’t feel Collin would have a chance against the insane mind of the Prince of Hardcore.

Al : Tough words by him, but the win is yet far. We have to wait for the match to end before we can say anything, but overall this match would be great as the magnitude of the rivalry states.

Fuzz : Will the Irish one be lucky once again? Or will the hardcore skills of Shawn prevail? The answers will be revealed after the match gets underway.

Coors : And his opponent.....

With the voice of Coors being echoed around the arena, the arena falls into the pool of darkness, leading the spectators to get stranded in an environment of that of a black hole. The big screen, which shows the computer generated video with the word "Nexus" while it is being idle, goes haywire leading the last source of light to be vanquished. The fans give out a shrill scream complaining about the "power surge". Small sparks of light is seen from the fan section caused by the flashes of the cameras of the fans, recording the event of the biggest pay per view of GHW, Nexus. A spotlight falls near the curtain on the rampway, lighting up only the opening of it. The spotlights fixed on the ceiling over the ring, which are being covered by red shades, lights up, flooding the arena with red, making the whole arena the personal hell of the man entering the arena next. The crowd looks out at the entrance tunnel holding their posters up over their head as they are now completely introduced with the Prince of Hardcore and his heart for the fans. The PA system fires up with the song, The Devil You Know by Face to Face which starts up with the words "God is a man".

God is a man

It’s all right
Everything is fine
You live the perfect life
Never one immoral thought inside your mind

What they say
Does it make you feel ashamed?
Isn’t everyone the same?
Does it matter that it wasn’t your idea

God is a man
You know for certain
The knowledge in and of itself
Is more than we deserve

Smoke rushes out of the curtain and covers up the whole rampway. The mist of red smoke covers up the whole opening of the ramp. A big spotlight lights up behind the entrance tunnel which spots a mysterious figure. The figure remains motionless on the top of the rampway as a blare of firework fires up in the air, leading every light around to be turned on, revealing the man to be none other than the number one contender, Shawn Dreamer. With a sadistic grin being present on his lips, his clenched fist is filled with the handle of a shopping cart filled with weapons for the rematch he gets for the gold he devours. The long hairs of his are tied back to a pony tail, with a black t-shirt with the words “No Introduction Needed” being covering up his physique along with black gloves for the protection of his palms. Being dressed in black wrestling tights with “Dreamer” being imprinted on the side with crimson red, the right hand of his is being covered with a white towel, which causes the eye brow of the Irish Storm to rise as he looks on at his opponent, coming toward him. The stare from Fitzpatrick is being replied by Shawn with the glare on his eyes, filled with rage to decimate his foe by any means. Shawn slowly moves toward the ring, slapping the hands of the few fans who extend their palm, with his eyes being focused inside the ring on the champion.

Coors : From Jacksonville, FL, He stands 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in tonight at 266 pounds, Shawn Dreamer *he emphasis a bit on the Dreamer part*

So you’ve tried
And you’ve made up your mind
Something’s still not right
The devil you don’t know is still outside

What they say
Does it make you feel ashamed?
Isn’t everyone the same?
Does it matter that it wasn’t your idea
God is a man
You know for certain
The knowledge in and of itself
Is more than we deserve

Shawn goes near the ring and stands in front of the ring apron and feels the small cheer by the fans. He then lets the shopping cart loose over the mat and quickly jumps up to the ring apron and gets in through middle and top rope. He settles at the side as the EMT gets in between to stop any altercations between the two before the match officially gets underway. With the two being settled on the corner, the female official asks the timekeeper to ring the bell to mark the opening of the bout. The sound of the hammer crashing with the bell echoes all around the arena getting the fans frenzy for the match to start. The fans aren’t kept waiting for long as Shawn makes the first move, charging toward the Irish storm with his right arm being raised up to the level of the neck of his. The towel goes off by the velocity with which he charges, revealing the barbed wire wrapped hand of his; blood is seen to be clotted at the points where the twists of the wire touches the soft flesh. Before the tough champion from Kilkenny could realize anything, he gets grounded by the forearm shot by the insane rival of his, who looks on at the fallen brawler with a grin of achieving his aspiration being present on his face.

TBC : Collin

[TPK]

Big Al: Shawn Dreamer is starting off big, what a shot from that barbed wire wrapped forearm.

Fuzz: Normally that kind of a move would result in a DQ but not in this match, no the only way to lose this one is if the lovely EMT subbing for our ref declares you unable to continue. So that having been said we are bound to see some pretty intense competition.

Collin grimaces as he looks up at Dreamer who is taunting him to get to his feet, Collin doesn't need to be told again and easily gets to his feet. Dreamer wastes no time in running towards Collin, he throws another barbed wire wrapped forearm in Collin's direction but Collin ducks the shot and wraps around Shawn. Irish Storm wraps his arms around Dreamer's waist, however before Collin has a chance to get a move going Shawn fires his left elbow back catching Collin in the side of the head causing him to release his grip and spin around, as Collin is stepping towards the ropes Dreamer walks up behind him and drags his barbed wire wrapped forearm down Fitzpatrick's back making him groan and drop to his knees which draws a slight pop from the fans.

Fuzz: Shawn Dreamer using that barbed wire to his advantage early on, if he keeps this up this match might be over before it gets started.

Big Al: I don't think so Colin, because you see he is fighting Collin "Irish Storm" Fitzpatrick, this guy knows not only about dealing damage but a lot about taking it as well.

Dreamer not one to let up, grabs Collin's hair and pulls him to his feet, he keeps his hair opponents hair held and yanks back slamming Collin onto his back. Dreamer then gets a huge smile on his face as he looks to his side and catches a glimpse at his shopping cart full of goodies, Dreamer heads for the cart meanwhile Fitzpatrick rolls to the opposite side of the ring eventually rolling under the bottom rope landing on his hands and knees on the outside of the ring. As Dreamer is rummaging through his cart Fitzpatrick is pulling himself to a stand with the aid of the ring ropes, he notices Dreamer coming away from the pile with a kendo stick. Collin quickly makes his way in Shawn's direction, Shawn hangs back as he sees his prey coming towards him, as soon as Fitzpatrick gets close enough Dreamer unleashes a hellacious swing but miscalculated prompting Collin to step forward and throw a hard right fist into the breadbasket of his opponent winding him and making him crumple up in a ball in front of him.

Fuzz: A simple punch from Collin Fitzpatrick, but sometimes simplicity is good. He has to work quickly to get some more offense in though, Dreamer isn't the type of guy you want to let up on...not if you want to win the match that is.

Big Al: Shawn Dreamer is good don't get me wrong, but judging from their last meeting Collin Fitzpatrick is better. My money is on history repeating it's self here tonight.

Collin raises his right arm and falls to his side driving the point of his elbow into the ribs of Shawn Dreamer making him gasp and roll away from Collin as he gets to his feet. Collin starts towards Dreamer but Dreamer is pulling himself up using the apron so Collin backs away until Dreamer is up, Collin then holds his arm up in the air signaling for a test of strength which Shawn goes for, but as soon as Shawn reaches up to grab Collin's hand he is met with a right boot to the gut doubling him over. Collin grabs Dreamer's arm and whips him towards the guard railing but Shawn manages to reverse the momentum causing Fitzpatrick to hurdle into the guard rail with enough force to carry him over it and into the crowd. Dreamer bends down to pick up the kendo stick he dropped earlier before heading toward the railing, he sees Collin's hand grab the top of the railing and quickly brings the cane down across Collin's knuckles sending a loud popping sound through the arena.

Fuzz: Oh good god, we could have broken fingers with a shot like that, this has to have an impact on Collin's offensive ability.

Big Al: It didn't feel good that is a given, but Collin Fitzpatrick does this for a living it's going to take a lot more than that to keep him from dealing out damage.

Shawn looks over the railing and sees Collin clutching his knuckles up against his body, Shawn tells the crowd to move back and they quickly comply. Dreamer, kendo stick in hand, steps over the guard rail with a determined look in his eyes. Collin rolls onto all fours and starts to push himself to a stand but Dreamer angrily stomps on the hand he moments before struck with the kendo stick, at the same time Dreamer brings the kendo stick over his head and slams it into Collin's spine with a thud. As Collin lays wounded on the concrete floor Dreamer signals the EMT who makes her way to Fitzpatrick, she checks on him but determines he is still able to fight. The EMT wisely steps away from the action as Dreamer rushes Collin, fueled by rage Dreamer hops into the air and drives his right knee right between Collin's shoulder blades before rolling forward to a stand and turning back to face Collin.

Big Al: The knee is a deadly weapon in the right hands, and Dreamer's hands certainly seem to be the right ones, but like i've been saying this whole time I just don't think it'll be enough to beat the champion.

Fuzz: Well...I don't know what you are watching but from the looks of things Collin Fitzpatrick just can't compete. But this is GHW afterall and and anything can, and let's face it probably will happen

TBC

[Shawn Dreamer]

With the knee cap acting as a battering ram collides with the right shoulder of the tough Irish man, leading his body to be partially paralyzed as no sign of movement is being observed on the fallen carcass of his. The fans at the ringside are seen to love the carnage being done by Shawn, getting his adversary down and out at the preliminary stage of the match. The lovely EMT, who is officiating the bout between the two extremist, stares at the two with the keen eyes of hers being positioned a few inches away from the two, keeping herself safe from the two arch nemesis battles to knock each other out. Yet after bruising the body of the Irish Storm to the edge of being taken out from the match, the vision of the Prince of Hardcore remains sadistic as an insane smile is seen from his ear to ear, revealing the whites to shine by the spotlights on the top. The vicious sight of his being focused over the laid out “corpse” of the Irish brawler, who’s luck seemed to have run out after being assaulted to the limit by the vengeful superstar. The stare down lasts for more 30 seconds as the Psychotic Extremist turns, with the fallen brawler from Ireland lies behind his back. He slowly paces to the heap of weapon being gathered inside the basket made of steel wireframe, trying to grab the perfect weapon to further decimate the body of the Irish Storm. The search for the perfect one concludes soon as the face of the sick Prince of Hardcore turns bright. Meanwhile, the Irish Storm is seen to be overcoming after the series of attacks with him being on the receiving end; he remains on his three limbs as his left hand tries to grab one of the rods which form the security railing separating the fans from the two brutal animals trying to rip each other apart. The camera turns to Shawn who is seen to be holding a white neon light tube, awaiting his adversary to make it up to his feet.

Big Al : There’s something you shouldn’t use around. Light tubes have proven to be one of the effective weapons all around by its fragile nature and razor sharp characteristic when shattered.

Fuzz : As far as I’m concerned, these weapons might even injure the two, can even take them on sideline for several weeks.

Big Al : That’s up to them, they had the contract, they signed it, they got the match. There’s nothing to fuss about that now.

As soon as the nemesis of the Prince of Hardcore gets himself up on his jelly lower limbs, his sadistic foe charges toward him with the rod being griped tightly within his clenched fist. As Shawn is in close proximity to the Irish storm, he takes the fragile thin cylinder down intending to crack the weapon from his arsenal over the cranium of the antagonist of his. A mist of white powder covers up the region as a shattering noise of glass is heard due to the breakage of the weapon. The fans seem confused as the two gets stranded within the white misty fumes of the chemical being released after the rupture of the ductile weapon. The white mist soon dissolves in the air which gets the fans all around to get frenzy and bounce back negative response as they spot Collin to be lying over the security barricade with his arms wrapped over the steel bar, escaping the hit and getting out of the harms way. Shawn looks on at the mist, trying to figure out the scenario like a blindfolded person and as he spots the Irish Storm to be safe, a frown of disgust covers his face, leading him to slowly pace up to him, to attack him more. But the tenacious superstar acts smart as his treacherous claws grab the back of head of the superstar pacing toward him, ramming it over the security barricade where the debris of the shattered glass rod lies in the form of small, sharp edged glass beads. The cranium of Shawn bounces up and falls back on the ground as it hits the steel bar forming the structure of the barricade with the debris of the smashed weapon of his being lying all over. A deep scar is seen over the forehead of the fallen one, with the pieces of glass being the cause of ripping the flesh of his, leading to crimson blood to ooze out of the cut. The brawler of Kilkenny sits with the security railing being the support for the tail of vertebrae of his with his hips being the base, pants for air as he seemed to have use up the last bit of stamina within him to get the contender for his golden strap down. His weak arm goes up, with his index finger pointing forward acting as an indication for the member of the paramedic to check out the fallen opponent of his, to get the official decision on his favor, which gets the womanly EMT slowly pacing up toward the fallen sadist.

Fuzz : Shawn fell on his own trap and had badly injured his skull. That was the first blood spot in this match. God knows what awaits us next.

Big Al : Are you out of your senses?! You should expect the impossible in this match as the only way to the path of victory being knocking out your opponent.

Fuzz : Yeah, I know… *gets interrupted*

Big Al : Shut up! I’m not done yet, this is also a rematch for the King of Deathmatch title. There should be the streamline of crimson all over in this match as the two would give their everything up to win this match.

Fuzz : Yeah, I got it! *being irritated after being interrupted*

The one in the white tank top kneels down right beside the Psychotic Demon, checking out the physical state of his to get this match continued. The tough Irish looks on at the EMT as she checks on his rival, with a dazed up sight with his hands being placed on the two sides, being motionless and jelly. The eyes of Shawn remains closed tightly with his abdomen being compressed and inflated, showing the clear sign of respiration which shows he’s still being on his conscious. With the head of official being moved diagonally with her sight being at the Irish Storm, a cloud of frustration covers up his face as the pending approval of ending the match at this point is being denied by her due to Shawn being on his senses. The right hand of the Irish Storm goes up and runs through his short, golden hairs from his scalp line being both exhausted and frustrated of the fact that the match is still being contested. Probing through the surface of the cranium, his hands go down, pushing the concrete to get himself up on the vertical base. Being successful of the attempt of pulling his battered body up, he slowly paces toward the heap of weapon, leaving the fallen superstar behind to be laid out. The body of his remains a bit arched after the several shots being taken up on the spine of his. The EMT moves out of the way of the Irish storm as he struts weakly towards her; the fearful act by the official brings up a grin on the face of the champion as he slowly bends to pick up the staff of fibers being taped together, widely known as the kendo stick. The Irish extremist then goes back toward the battered carcass of the Prince of Hardcore, who seems to move a bit to regain his consciousness and stamina. But the effort of his goes down the drain as the tough brawler gets his weapon up in the air and then takes it down, crashing it over the ribs of the fallen superstar. A calm grunt of pain escapes the jaws of his, Collin continues to attack the semi bruised extremist as a stiff shot from the wood strikes his bust once again. The arms of the Psychotic Demon goes up to cover up his chest to resist further attack, with the insanity being away from his face with a cry for mercy being visible due to intense pain. The luck of the Irish seemed to remain to some extent within the one in the driving seat now as he raises his hand with the shaft of the stick being within his clenched fist with a big sly smirk being embossed on his visage.

Big Al : The higher you rise, the harder you fall. This is the case being around the contender of the King of Deathmatch title; he seemed vicious in the opening stage and is now being the victim of the Irish Storm.

Fuzz : The luck of the Irish lives as we can see here tonight, folks. But don’t consider this to be the end of the opponent of his, ‘cause anything can happen in G-H-W!

Big Al : I presume that was my line. Anyway, it feels good that I passed something to the younger ones. *grins*
TBC : Collin.

[TPK]

As Collin continues to rain shots down on his downed opponent the fans boo him loudly, Collin stops his assault and walks a little further into the crowd gong so far as to get in the face of a couple of them, meanwhile Shawn has pulled himself part of the way up with the aid of the guard rail. As Collin is still distracted with the fans Shawn slowly limps toward him, he gets a couple of steps away from Irish Storm and taps him on the shoulder, Collin thinking it was a fan trying to act tough cockily turns around only to see the right fist of Dreamer hurling towards his face, the fist connects with a thwack knocking Collin on his ass.

Big Al: Well I think we have to give the crowd an assist on that one, they sure did distract Collin long enough for Dreamer to get that shot in.

Fuzz: Oh come on, don't blame the crowd Al. Collin let the fans get to him, that is his own fault they have the right to speak their mind if they so choose.

Shawn locks his fingers in Collin's hair and lugs him to a stand, he walks towards the railing keeping a firm grip on Collin's hair, once he reaches the rail he powers Collin forward throwing him back over the rail where he lands a few inches away from the ring. Shawn steps gingerly over the railing and hobbles towards Collin his leg still obviously giving him a bit of gruff. Collin notices this and backs away pleading for mercy in a ploy to draw Dreamer in closer, Dreamer bites and doesn't hesitate to go after Collin, once in range Collin fires his right leg out and slams the sole of his boot into The Prince's already hurting leg. Shawn yells out in pain and drops to his side cradling his leg and cringing, Collin then yells something and points at Dreamer which causes the EMT to walk over and check him out, she looks him over very briefly and shakes her head signaling he is still ok before quickly moving away from the action.

Fuzz: What a snake, I can't believe he is stooping to such tactics! Wait what am I saying yes I can, but that doesn't make it right.

Big Al: Oh what THAT is bad? Bashing the hell out of a guy with a florescent light tube is bad, but somehow kicking a guy in his leg is bad?

Collin leers at the EMT until she is back to her stationary position at which point he simply shakes his head and pushes himself to a stand aided by the apron, Collin sees the pain Dreamer is in and smiles to himself before making a beeline for him bending over once he is close enough, he picks Dreamer up and mouths something to him before quickly snapping out two jabs, he tries to end the combo by throwing a haymaker right but Shawn musters up enough energy to duck the shot and throw a hard left to Collin's ribs before popping back up and slamming the point of his right elbow into Collin's temple making him cover his eye and drop to a kneel. Shawn looks around him and simply shakes his head before walking around the apron and heading backwards up the ramp daring Collin to follow. Once he gets back to his feet Collin rushes at Shawn as quickly as his body will allow him, Shawn sees this and smiles and disappears behind the curtain leading to the backstage area.

Big Al: Someone is afraid to keep it near the ring I see, well I can't say this is a huge shock to me. Oh well he can run all he wants he'll only prolong his loss.

Fuzz: With the two people we have fighting in this match the back could prove even more dangerous than the ring, both of these guys know how to mix it up weather it be using weapons or fists no matter what the environment.

Collin doesn't take long to reach the curtain and angrily brushes it out of the way before heading backstage and spotting Dreamer holding onto a garbage can he had picked up, Collin doesn't have much time to react as Dreamer hurls the large metallic object in his direction nailing him in the chest and sending garbage flying about. Dreamer nods and walks towards the garbage can, he bends down and picks it back up before turning to Collin and slamming the can down denting it on Collin's skull busting his foe open in the process. Dreamer kicks the can out of the way and kneels beside Collin grabbing the back of his head with one hand and throwing a series of punches down into his face with the other, the fans who are watching this on the tron are going nuts cheering on their choicce to win, Collin grunts with the impact of each shot as it only serves to further open the wound on his head, Dreamer ends his series of punches by sending his head quickly downward into Collin's skull making a loud smacking sound as skull meets skull. Shawn calls for the EMT as he gets up and backs away from Collin, moments later she rushes to Collin's side and checks on him.

Big Al: She is just wasting her time Fuzz, no way in hell Collin Fitzpatrick is going to go down so soon, he has too much Irish blood in him to stay down so early in a fight.

Fuzz: Well as you can clearly see a good bit of that "Irish blood" is spilling out all over the place backstage so we will see what the EMT says about the subject if you don't mind.

TBC

[Shawn Dreamer]

Crimson drops of blood oozes out from the forehead of the Irish Storm as he's being laid on the ground being checked on by the official of the night. Shawn, with his face being covered with a mask of blood, stares at the fallen body of Collin; he seems to be a bit cooled up with the insignia of insanity being faded from the pupils of his, with exhaustion taking over. The Psychotic Demon runs his head down the opening of the scalp of his toward the long, brown lock of hair, leading the hairs being stuck over his bloodied face to be taken back. The EMT shakes her head, with her soft lips murmuring the words toward the one being on his feet which get him to be disappointed. Though not heard on the live feed, the fans become frenzy as they can read the lips of the female official saying "No" to the Prince of Hardcore's plead to end the match at this point. Being frustrated and angered after his attempt being down to the pool of fail, The Psychotic Demon slowly paces toward the head of the fallen superstar, who lies with his eyes being closed shut, with the muscles around being contracted to show the intensity of pain being inflicted around the body of the Irish Storm. As the boots of Shawn lands just inches away from the skull of his opponent, his body doubles up with his claws grabbing the short golden hair firmly and slowly hauls the laid out carcass of the tough brawler from Kilkenny up to the vertical base. The sign of the eyes of Shawn which shows the dramatic quick change of mood of his as it shows the fire seen early on in the match, the fire of vengeance to regain what he claims to be his in this death match. The Irish Storm gets up being bent with his legs being jelly, somehow standing on his two feet aided by the claws of the Prince of Hardcore. The Floridian then binds the head within the elbow joint of his, blocking the air inlet to his lungs choking him in the process. Collin remains silent as he gets held in the front facelock in the arm of his rival, with his face being pale red due to the beating he took all through the match. But before Shawn could capitalize by performing any maneuver from that predicament, the arms of the Irish Storm comes to life pushing the number one contender away, freeing him off the claws of his. The Psychotic Demon loses his balance and goes back a few steps, being unable to control his body after that strong thrust to the mid-section by the brawler from Kilkenny. The champion wastes no time as his hands moves to his right where the EMT stands only to grab her white plaid shirt and pull her towards him. The shocked EMT being on the arms of the Irish Storm as a hostage gets pushed toward the Prince of Hardcore who was slowly pacing toward him, as he got to his equilibrium balance. The arms of Dreamer go forward only to gasp the official of the match with his claws, saving her from getting herself knocked out in this battle of endurance. A sigh of being safe escapes the oral cavity of the lovely EMT as he’s in the arms of Dreamer whose mouth is seen to move, asking if she’s okay. The EMT replies nonverbally as she nods her head that she is fine before being pushed aside by the Prince of Hardcore whose keen eyes were set on the charging train from Ireland coming toward him. With his mind being focused on the saving the official of the match, the black boot of the charging Irish man hits the orbital bone of the his, taking him down to the ground. The grey cells within the wireframe of calcium rattle up as the back of the head hits the concrete floor, making a blunt noise of collision which gets the fans frenzy. The brawler from the land of green, white and orange flashes his white in the form of a sly grin at the camera to show he is the smartest one of the pair which gets the fans to shower negative response at the Irish Storm.

Big Al : Collin took the retribution and he took out Dreamer. It was obvious as I feel; he was tired of getting beaten up by him every time and thus brought a change.

Fuzz : True, but I’m more concerned at the condition of the two. That impact with the floor was a hard one for Dreamer; hope he doesn’t get a concussion at this point.

Big Al : Hah, stop being so biased. If he gets a concussion, the match will be over. It’s really simple as I feel.

Flashing a cocky grin to the camera following the two extremist to address the spectators at ringside, the Irish Storm slowly limps toward the EMT who now looks on at the Irish brawler with fearful eyes. But the intention of the ultraviolent champion wasn’t the action the female official was scared about, which he makes clear as his jaw moves with his face being filled with anger. The rude and high amplitude command made by the Irish Storm was to check on the Psychotic Demon once again if he would give up after that vicious kick taking him down to the concrete. The official, who remained at the stationary state after being pushed away to safety by the one being on the receiving end of the kick, slowly walks up toward the fallen carcass to check up on him. As the member of the paramedic checks on the fallen one, the Irish Storm hovers around the area, looking out for weapons to device the conclusion of this contest at this point. But a soft, calm voice interrupts his exploration; the words coming from the EMT turns the head of the tough Irish man to look over his shoulder at the official. With the eyes of his being fixed on the official sitting just beside the fallen carcass of Shawn, the arbitrator shakes her head cutting the air around only to announce in a non verbal way that the Prince of Hardcore had passed the endurance test. A mist of disappointment and rage covers up the face of the brawler from Kilkenny, as walks up toward a table being placed near him, only to grab a loop of wire used for technical purpose at backstage. With the wire being tightly held within his clenched fist, Fitzpatrick slowly paces up toward the Floridian, who is in the attempt of getting up to the vertical base with him being on his quad limbs. Spotting the beginning of Shawn’s return to the match, the Irish Storm charges toward him, with his line of motion being perpendicular to the midsection of the fallen one. But as he draws near him with his shin being slightly brought forward to collide with the kidney area, the cunning Prince of Hardcore takes his bust up, saving himself from the vicious shin attack by the Irish Storm. Though missed the target, Fitzpatrick gets hit on the other shin of his by the forearm of Shawn which was brought forward to trip him off his lower limbs. The attempt brought the last smile to the lips of the “rightful champion” as the Irish Storm gets planted on the concrete with his nose being the first to hit the hard, rough surface causing a small stream of blood to trickle down from his nasal cavil to his lips, with his clenched fist going loose freeing the black wire to land gracefully on the rough surface. Shawn, panting for air, sits with his eyes being fixed on the fallen foe of his with the official stepping up to the champion to get a clear view of his condition.

Fuzz : I feel they should slowly move to the ring as the probability of fracturing their bones seems highly prominent.

Big Al : We are here to watch a bloodbath, not a statiscal overview on how injuries happen and blah blah.

Fuzz : Excuse me, I was just putting up my opinion?

Big Al : Well keep your opinion to yourself as I feel we should watch the match closely as we might not have a deathmatch of such magnitude once again in GHW.

TBC : Collin

((Pretty crappy as I feel.))

[TPK]

As the EMT reaches Collin he mutters something and swats at her as he is getting to all fours, Shawn grits his teeth and shakes his head looking highly pissed off about Collin's refusal to stay down. Collin pulls himself up and wobbles around a little as The Demon Prince forces himself up, Collin turns around and Dreamer uses his barbed wire wrapped forearm to bludgeon Collin dragging the sharp barbs across Collin's face making him yell out and stagger around cursing.

Fuzz: Wow! I had forgotten about that barbed wire, and apparently so did Collin, he is feeling it thought that's for damn sure.

Big Al: Oh come on, Shawn Dreamer pulls a move like that he's a freaking hero to you, but had it been Collin in the same situation you would be ripping into him for it. Well you just wait, when Collin walks out of here belt in hand you'll see.

Shawn Dreamer's face is light up, it's obvious he's just about had it with his opponent and is wanting to end the match as soon as possible, he grabs Collin's hair and walks further backstage, Collin starts to fight him so Shawn lifts up on his hair before forcing him into a nearby wall making a loud smacking sound, Shawn then continues to drag Collin down the hallway until he reaches a door, he flings Collin into said door and he spills into a parking lot, Shawn sees all of the possible weapons in the lot and his white teeth shine brightly against the backdrop of his crimson blood covered face. Shawn laughs to himself and bends down to pick Collin back up but has the wind taken out of his sails when Collin sends his arm up and between Shawn's leg doubling him over and dropping him to his knees. Both men are eye level now and Collin smashes his fist into Shawn's face flooring him, Collin gets to his feet and slowly makes his way further into the parking lot.

Big Al: Aha, that's what i'm talking about. Just when you think Collin is down he gives Dreamer a shot to the marbles and puts himself back into the contest.

Fuzz: Oh fantastic, well...hope Shawn didn't have plans for after the show. I would say the EMT needs to check him out but that isn't going to knock him out....he won't feel very good for awhile but he is not even close to being knocked out.

Collin wastes no time in searching for something to hasten his victory, he spots a black 1969 Chevelle SS and his eyes light up, Collin rushes as quickly as he is able to the car and searches around until finding a hide a key, he pops the trunk and grabs a tire iron, Collin slams the trunk shut and puts his key back in it's hiding place before strolling over to Shawn Dreamer who is coming right for him, Collin says something to Dreamer but just gets an evil grin from his opponent, the two men close in on each other and the fans watching this going on on the tron are going wild wanting more blood, more violence, more of Dreamer and Fitzpatrick. Collin grimaces at Dreamer's cockiness and hobbles toward him he waits until he is in range and slams the metallic cross sideways nailing The Demon Prince in the ribs knocking him back but not down, Collin's eyes almost double in size when he sees Dreamer take the shot and still remain standing. Collin goes for another shot with the tire iron but Dreamer manages to turn enough to make The Irish Storm miss, Shawn sees his chance and drives forward bringing his right knee up and into the ribcage of Collin making him drop his weapon, Dreamer then locks Collin's head under his arm and begins to grate the barbed wire wrapping on his forearm into Collin's face making him yell in agony making Dreamer smile.

Fuzz: How much more can these guys possibly take? How much more blood are they willing to spill for a belt? They have fought tooth and nail and I don't think there can really be a true winner in this contest.

Big Al: It's not just any belt Fuzzy Wuzzy, it's a GHW Belt! And that is something most Fighty fighty persons would give anything and everything to get their hands on.

Fuzz: Well, I guess you got me there. But still this is barbaric! Shawn Dreamer is cutting Collin Fitzpatrick up like a thanksgiving turkey!

Collin begins slamming his fists into Shawn's ribs and eventually gets him to relinquish his iron grip. Collin coughs a little and backs away from Dreamer as the blood begins to drip more quickly down his face. Dreamer doesn't take long to recover, he turns to face Collin and rubs his ribs as he moths something to him, Collin gnarls his lip and shakes his head at Dreamer but for once uses his better judgment and decides NOT to rush Dreamer, Dreamer sees this and nods his head, he sees the tire iron Collin had dropped and picks it up, Collin sees this and backs further away, this gets an even bigger smile at Shawn who rather than go for Collin turns towards his car and bashes in the windshield, Collin sees this and becomes enraged, he runs headlong towards Shawn who drops the iron and turns to the side and thrusts out lifting his foot and drilling Collin in the jaw nailing his finisher perfectly, he looks around and points at the EMT, he calls for her and she hurries over to Collin's side she kneels down beside him and checks on him but doesn't take long to get to her feet. She looks over to The Demon Prince and shakes her head before stepping out of the way.

Fuzz: Well now, looks like Shawn Dreamer decided to play Collin a little bit of music...to bad for The Irish Storm it was Sweet Chin Music. Also nice move with the car, he had to know that would piss Collin off pretty badly.

Big Al: Well yeah, I have to say if it were my car i'd be upset as well...I mean do you see that thing? It's a classic, you know how much one of those cost?

Fuzz: Yeah I hear you on that one, my car is a piece of crap and it cost quite a bit...so I can imagine how much that thing would cost. But back to the match, Shawn Dreamer is running out of ideas. I mean he has given Collin everything he's got and he just will not stay down...gotta give Collin that much, the man is resilient.

TBC

[Shawn Dreamer]

The official steps out of the way, letting the Demon Prince to get a clear view of his battered opponent being grounded after that vicious shot to the jaw. Though the layout of his face retains it's cool, his eyes says a different story; the disappointment that rushes through his adrenaline is completely visible on the black crystals being on the pool of white, the disappointment of the fact that the Irish luck is still going strong for the Storm of Kilkenny as the most deadly move from his arsenal proved to be not enough to match the toughness of his adversary. The carcass of Collin lies motionless with his face being placed to the left, being completely battered and bruised right ahead of his vintage car, the lifeless automobile that paid its price for being under the ownership of the champion here tonight. Right beside the mass of Irish blood and flesh lays the sleek weapon, widely used throughout the brawl in the parking lot, the tire rod. Silence takes over the area reserved for parking vehicles as only the sound of the deep breaths of the Psychotic Demon is on the air. The member of the paramedic stands stationary like a statue being around a feet away from the two, only to get a clear few of both competitors, with one being grounded and the other being on the vertical base. With thoughts of the next mode of action being computed by the gray cells of his sealed inside the cranium, his predator like eyes probes around the carcass of his prey, measuring him from the tip of his scalp to his toe, trying to figure out the weak points of his. The crowd remains silent as they witness the brawl through the big screen placed inside the arena; the nail-biting moment passes on mutely till the Psychotic Demon rotates his head to his right, only to get the fans to get up on their feet as a sly grin appears on the lips, the shine of his fangs brightens up the face behind the crimson mask of blood as a sign of a strategy being plotted inside the head of his.

Big Al : I just hate that grin he posses, he feels like he’s on the top of the world even though he’s not. Such foolish human being; I don’t feel he deserve the title shot in the first place.

Fuzz : Well Mr. I-know-everything, you never said a word when the challenge was issued in the first place, neither had you complained when the match was officially underway. It doesn’t matter what you say now ‘because the match is almost to its final minutes.

Big Al : And you’ll say Dreamer wins this too; you know, you’re the most unprofessional guy I’ve ever seen. Truly biased along with the fans who cheers judging the book by its cover, not the athleticism.

The moment of silence ends as the Prince of Hardcore drags his feet toward the Irish Storm who still remains down and out without the slightest mobility being observed on the semi unconscious body of his. As the boot of the one in the vertical base lands on the concrete surface, his face covers up with intense pain he took in throughout the match and proves the struggle he has to do to pace up toward the fallen Irish Storm. The paralyzed body of Fitzpatrick gives Shawn the most time the Prince of Hardcore can take to drag his carcass closer to him to further assault his rival to the edge of being knocked out. The spine of the Prince of Hardcore bends as he looks down and doubles his body up only to grab hold of the corny strip of hair over the scalp of the brawler from Ireland. With his hands being filled, he slowly steps back pulling the bust of the Irish Storm to be up; the eyes of Irish Storm remains closed and dazed with not even the stamina of being in the seated position by his own will remaining on the blood flowing through his veins. A cocky grin remains on the blood stained lips of the Hardcore Prince as the skull of Collin is being pulled up by the hairs of his. As the body of the fallen brawler of Kilkenny doubles up with his body being seated up by the aid of his nemesis, Dreamer drives the tip of his black boot targeting the ribcage of his. A grunt of pain escapes the lungs of the Irish one with his arms going up, crossing each other over his ribs to make a “X” formation to save himself from the assault of the merciless challenger for his title; his eyes still remain closed with the grunt and the movement of his arms being the first sign of mobility on him after the finest move from the arsenal of Dreamer was maneuvered against him. Though the hard boot hits the chest of Fitzpatrick, he remains in the same seated position as the corny hairs of his remains on the gasp of his adversary.

Fuzz : That was a stiff kick right there from Dreamer, he’s being offensive at this point of the match. I really don’t like the state Collin is in; he apparently seems to have a concussion of some sort.

Big Al : If it was a concussion, the match would have ended right now. The EMT is there to make sure that too. Next time, check your fact before you run your flap.

Fuzz : I think there was the word “apparently” in my sentence! *in an angry tone*

The EMT paces up toward the two, but gets dismissed by the Hardcore Prince who asks her to stay away from them with an ominous sight, filled with rage to decimate his arch nemesis in the biggest PPV of GHW, Nexus. Shawn drags his feet backward with the hair being within his grip, pulling the brawler from the land of the leprechaun to be on the vertical base. Collin gets up like a rag doll by the aid of his rival, with his feet being unstable and jelly. His eyes remains closed tightly with his teeth being gritted in agony of the beating he took throughout the match. With the semi-unconscious one being on his jelly limbs, the Insane Demon turns his face toward the automobile of his only to rush his head to the hood of the black vintage car. The outline of the visage of the tough resident of Ireland almost gets imprinted on the hood, denting it in the process, making a blunt noise of the skull being slammed with the shiny metallic surface. The cranium of Collin bounces off the metal, flipping his body only to reveal the crimson face of his, with his arms being spread on the two sides as if he was lifeless. The Insane Prince gives out a sly grin as he stares at the hands of his, being stained with Irish blood of his adversary. With the grin being planted on his face, his eyes probes around to spot weapons to device the end of the champion’s reign which soon comes to a halt with the eyes of the Psycho Prince is being set on a black Hummer SUV being parked next to the vintage automobile of the champion. The eyes of the vicious challenger moves up and down, seeming to measure the height of the top of the hood from the large wheels it posses. With the time seeming to be right with the champion being motionless over the black metallic surface, Shawn puts his hand over the larger vehicle being parked beside the relatively lower auto of the champion and hops up over the hood of the SUV.

Fuzz : This doesn’t look too good, someone go and stop him damn’it! It’ll take them both apart!

Big Al : Fuzz, I know they’ll be badly injured as Shawn makes the dive but we can’t do anything as the two signed the contract. I’m sure GHW authority won’t try to get themselves to be sued by breaching the contract.

Fuzz : Maybe you’re right but those two are human being of flesh and blood like us. Shawn, get down from there, for Christ’s sake!

With being around a feet above the level of the champion lies, Shawn steps to the edge of the hood of the larger sport’s utility van and looks down, where the lifeless body of Fitzpatrick lies with only his abdomen is seen to inflate and compress due to the deep breathes he’s taking in, proving that he’s still on his senses. The sharp stare soon ends as Shawn turns his back to the Irish Storm and leaps off the hood targeting the carcass being placed below. In the mid-air, the extremist flips his body to 180 degree, only to hit the ribs of his over the black Chevelle SS, denting it further with the possessor of his rolling away off the harms way. The screen switches to a camera inside the arena to spot several female fans to cover up their mouths with their hands, in shock of the risk Shawn took to end the match once and for all while the other breaks out a “G-H-Dub!” chant to fire up the arena. The battered body of the challenger shakes up as if he was shot with a jolt of electricity before falling down on the concrete, with his ribs being visible to the viewers being pale red. The brawler from Kilkenny who moved out of the harms way, pushes the concrete to get up to the vertical base, which he successfully does and slowly drags his bruised body toward the fallen carcass of Shawn, who is seen to cough out saliva as the windpipe of his is being affected after that maneuver malfunction affecting his ribcage. The rough behavior of the Irish brawler soon gets visible on the visage as he draws near Shawn, which is observed by the frown on his forehead and the movement of his jaw as he speaks crap not heard on live feed. The viciousness of the man from South-eastern Ireland also reveals as he starts to stomp the already injured ribs of the Psychotic Demon, who’s face again loses the insanity he posses as the cloud of pain takes over. The Irish continues to assault Shawn by stomping his rib cage over and over before stopping after the boot collides for the sixth time with the cage of bones. The arms of the Hardcore Prince goes up, covering the ribs of his before turning his back to Collin, getting his nose being rubbed with the rough concrete.

Big Al : Collin is back to the action and has dethroned Shawn from the driving seat of the death match. Seems like the Irish luck still remains solid as he got saved from that high flying attack from the Hardcore Prince or whatever he calls himself.

Fuzz : Yeah, and he’s being vile as ever. I don’t recall Collin being such a savage animal in matches. I mean, come on, that guy was choking out there and you just might have crushed his windpipe, bringing death closer to him.

Big Al : Why will he be a gentleman and lose the match then?! It’s a title match, not any title match, a GHW title match..*gets interrupted*

Fuzz : Yeah, yeah, I had that lecture before. Thank you for enlightening me once again. *being sarcastic and irritated*

The weak point of the Hardcore Prince gets covered up as he turns, leading the sight of Collin to hover around the parking lot to prepare the victory of his. Collin slowly drags his body toward the weapon being on the ground, the tire iron shining ominously by the light being around. The EMT stands stationary at the same position, looking at the two savage extremist, awaiting the call of one to check on the other. The body of Collin bends to pick up the sleek weapon from the concrete floor and goes back to Shawn, who still lies coughing and gasping for breath. As Fitzpatrick draws near the fallen superstar, he lifts his left lower limb and places it on the other side of Dreamer with him being trapped within the lower part of the champion. The champion then bends a little and pushes the tire iron under the neck of Dreamer and gasps the other end within the grip of his left hand firmly. The weapon is then pushed back, leading a scream of ultimate pain escaping the lungs of the fallen Prince of Hardcore with his face being reddish purple, with his hands slapping the ground in the form of giving up. Though submission rules doesn’t come to play in this contest of knocking each other down, the Irish Storm continues to take the pleasure of hearing the echoes of scream of the fallen as he nearly suffocates his adversary to death.

TBC : Collin

[Metal Dragon]

Match Over