Post by DPW Commish on Dec 22, 2019 22:49:54 GMT -5
A video featuring highlights of all the DPW wrestlers opens the show, set to the tune of "This Is Now", by Hatebreed.
"Welcome! To Dominion Pro Wrestling, and to our first-ever event... GENESIS!"
The camera panned down to "The Tap-Out King" Scott Leroux, looking dapper as hell in a gray suit and tie. "I'm Scott Leroux, and beside me tonight in the commentary booth is former FWF Intercontinental and Tag Team Champion Christian Young! We've got one hell of a stacked card for you tonight, to bring DPW into the world in style!"
"We sure do, Scott..." Young said, a bright smile on his face. "it's mind-blowing to see what The Dominion of Pain has evolved into since I joined it back in 1996... Judas has taken this thing further than even Drane Sky himself could have ever imagined! And now we're here, ready to see what the next generation of Dominion talent has to offer. Including your own son, Scott!"
"My boy Owen has impressed everyone with his combination of speed, strength, and technical ability... he's becoming everything Angie and I had hoped he would." Scott said proudly, nodding to the camera.
"Well... we're about to find out, because the son of Scott Leroux and Voodoo is in action right now, in our first match!"
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Tyler Grey came to the ring first, strutting out to Hollywood Undead's "Usual Suspects". As he stood in the ring, he started to talk shit at Scott Leroux, before spitting at him... which drew Owen Leroux down the aisle before his entrance theme of Parkway Drive's "The Void" could even get going.
Tyler and Owen gave the fans a treat for a match. Both men were evenly matched, their offenses being almost mirror images of the other. Owen had the advantage early in the match, but once Tyler countered out of a Tornado DDT, it was all Tyler Grey. Tyler showed his sadistic side as he delivered multiple kicks to his head. Tyler began working over the shoulders and back and eventually locking in Skynet and forcing Owen to tap out at 18:22. He kept the hold on after the bell, until Scott Leroux ran in from the commentary table and attacked Grey to get him to break it up.
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“Two turtlenecks and a beer….in a tree…”
*The scene shifts to the interior of a car where we hear the “12 Days of Christmas” by Bob and Doug McKenzie faintly in the background. The camera shakily pans over and we see the music coming from a smartphone sitting in a cup holder before we see a hand shut off the music.*
“I tell ya, Rick. I’m with the McKenzie Brothers. How do you get 12 days of Christmas?” A voice can be heard saying with a gruff.
*The camera footage turns out to be taken from a second smartphone as we see a hand partially cover the lens. The camera shakes one last time, as if being snapped into place in a stationary position on a dashboard mount. We see Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzik driving in the night. Rick is sitting in the passenger side reaching down for a cookie tin filled with brownies. He sneaks a glance over to Matt and shakes his head to himself as we see Matt sitting forward in his seat looking intently ahead with his hands on the ‘10 and 2’ position of the wheel.*
"Jesus, Matt...you need to loosen up a bit. You gotta do everything by the rules all the time, bud? I mean, just once, hit the damned snooze button!"
*Rick snacks on a brownie, his mouth half full as he continues*
"Seriously, you're driving like a little old lady. How are we gonna pick up chicks when you're all straight backed and perfect? Just lean the seat back ONE notch…."
*Matt quickly slaps at Rick’s hand.*
“Sorry buddy, not now. I need...to focus,” Matt says as he continues to lean forward, squinting as he drives.
“Besides, you still need to tell me what we have so far on your list. I don’t think we’re anywhere near 12, are we?”
*Rick cocks his head, looking at Matt quizzically*
"12? I think we were at...10. So, we have to come up with 1 more."
*As Matt inhales, clearly about to correct Rick's math, he holds up a finger, shushing Matt*
"The 12 days of Christmas are overdone...and besides, we're Turn-It-Up Express, and what do we turn it up to?"
“We turn it up to 11, buddy!!! If it’s too loud, you’re too old! Am I right? Huh? Huuhhh?”
*Matt snorts to himself for a moment in response to the silence.*
“Well, I thought it was catchy anyway…,” Matt says softly.
“By the way, what did Mr. Lasher say about our match this week? Something about being hardcore? When was this announced? You know I don’t do Tweets, right?”
*Rick nods*
"Yeah, bud! I know! You already have a Twitter hashtag because I like to keep our fans updated on our adventures. #MattKlazzic. I tag you in a lot of shit...like our shirts! Remember I showed you?"
*Rick shoves the rest of the brownie in his mouth, chewing loudly. Again, he speaks with a mouth half full of chocolatey goodness*
"So, ALL the matches in DPW are hardcore matches. I mean, not like that Tartarus Prison Match we had with Doomsday and Belphegor; that was a special event match. Like, a once in a career match. When people go back looking for Turn-It-Up Express highlights, that's gonna be the first thing they show...at least at this point."
*Rick hands a brownie to Matt, who slaps his hand away. Rick shrugs and begins eating it himself*
“Sorry buddy, need to focus here. But anyway, continue?”
"So, weapons are ok...umm...we may get really slow 10 counts outside the ring...uhhh….we're probably gonna get bloody, so I hope you have stock in Javex or something."
*Rick points the half eaten brownie at Matt*
"This is where we earn our stripes...or somethin' like that. This is where we take that chemistry we have and we put it to good use. We work together, we beat these guys as a team? Nobody's stoppin' us, bud."
“You got that right! I thought we were done with Balphlegmor, or however you say his name. Now you tell me he has a new partner now? Were they the ones who requested this match? Or were they the ones who chose the stips?”
*Matt quickly reaches down and takes a brief sip from a Tim Horton’s cup before putting it down and returning his right hand back to the ‘2’ position.*
“Sorry. SORRY! We didn’t swerve too bad, did we? You know? I just want us to get through this in one piece, you know? One small lapse and it’s ‘game over’ like the kids say.”
"We're good, bud. We narrowly missed that dog back there. I didn't hear a yelp so…."
*Rick shrugs at Matt*
"Ok, no. Matt...buddy. EVERY match in Dominion Pro Wrestling has these rules, not just this one. So, tonight, we're up against Buzzsaw...longest reigning TV Champ from NFW? Remember? So him, and BEL- PHE-GOR. Just remember Ballsack Door, it's close enough."
“Ballsack Door, got it,” Matt says as he shakes his head to himself. “I swear, you guys have the darndest names. It’s almost like you did that on purpose to get under the skin of ‘the Men’ or at least your parents.
And I remember Buzzsaw. I tried to take that title from him on at least one occasion. He’s a tough cookie, that’s for sure.”
*Matt closes his eyes tightly for a sec and shakes his head for a moment before tightening his grip on the wheel.*
“We’re almost there, right? I hope we can get there in time.”
"We've got lots of time, bud...just keep goin'. I mean, you could maybe use a little more gas...but I guess I'm not the one takin' 'er out fer a rip, eh?"
*Rick reaches down underneath his seat and retrieves a crown shaped bottle of amber liquid. He cracks the top and takes a little swig, exhaling with his mouth open, a satisfied look on his face. As he replaces the cap, the label on the bottle reads "Canadian Club"*
"You wanna maybe sing some Christmas carols? I mean, it's almost Christmas...y'know, we could maybe get in the spirit? Here, let me start…"
*Rick clears his throat and begins singing*
"Jingle bells, Buzzsaw smells, Belphegor laid an egg…."
*Rick begins laughing as he finishes, reaching out to slap Matt on the shoulder and stopping short, raising his hand in realization of what he was about to do as Matt shoots him a quick glance, his eyes snapping immediately back to the road*
“Rick? We did the right thing here, right? You know? Making the jump and stuff.”
"We absolutely made the right move, Matt-guy. We get to make a name for ourselves in a brand new company, buddy! Lasher and my old man go way back, he wouldn't have suggested we make the move unless he knew it was better for us, eh?"
*Rick covers his mouth, ashamed*
"I'm doin' it again. No more brownies, Matt-guy!"
*Rick struggles putting the lid back on the tin, and without warning literally tosses it over his shoulder into the back seat, the tin clanging to rest off camera*
"Look, let's just not worry about it right now and trust our gut. While we're at it...we should make a BETTER Christmas carol: The 11 Days of Christmas...because…."
“Yeah, no-brainer there, buddy. So what do we got? They sure are taking their time out there…”
*Rick waves his hand at Matt*
"How 'bout we just sing about whatever comes to mind? Just, blurt out whatever you think of, eh?"
*Again, Rick clears his throat*
"Here, I'll start…."
"On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to meeeeee…."
*Rick gestures at Matt*
“Don Cherry's Suit on a tree”
*Matt looks at Rick, with a huge grin on his face*
"There ya go bud!"
"On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, two poutine sandwiches…"
*Rick and Matt sing together*
"And Don Cherry's suit on a tree."
*Matt begins singing the next verse*
"On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…"
"Three...toques?”
“Rick, why toques?!?”
"I don't know, Matt-guy, just sing the song!"
"Two poutine sandwiches, and Don Cherry's suit on a tree!"
*Matt and Rick begin getting into the song, both beginning to smile and cheerfully sing*
"On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…"
*Rick points at Matt*
“You know buddy? I think there needs to be more to those toques…Four Timmies Coffees,"
"Three toques, two poutine sandwiches, and Don Cherry's suit on a tree."
"Matt-guy...these people are gonna get so sick of our singing. But the best is yet to come. On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me.."
*Both men sing exaggeratedly loudly, like school children at the Christmas pageant*
"FIIIVE CUURLING BROOOOOMS!"
"Four Timmies coffees, three toques, two poutine sandwiches, and Don Cherry's suit on a tree."
"On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…" Matt looks over at Rick.
"Six Labatt's Blue,"
"FIIIVE CUURLING BROOOOOMS!"
"Four Timmies coffees, three toques, two poutine sandwiches, and Don Cherry's suit on a tree."
"On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…"
*Matt takes over*
"Seven hockey pucks, six Labatt's Blue, FIIIVE CUURLING BROOOOOMS! Four Timmies coffees, three toques, two poutine sandwiches, and Don Cherry's suit on a tree."
*As Matt and Rick sing, Matt begins tapping his fingers on the wheel, although his hands remain locked at 10 and 2 as he continues to lean forward in his seat, staring intently to the road in front of him.*
"On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…"
*Rick takes over, holding aloft the bottle of Canadian Club from between his legs*
"Eight shots of whiskey, seven hockey pucks, six Labatt's Blue, FIIIVE CUURLING BROOOOOMS! Four Timmies coffees, three toques, two poutine sandwiches, and Don Cherry's suit on a tree."
"Sweet Jesus this is getting long, Matt-guy...but we're almost done…"
“That’s good though. I think by the time we’re done with the song, we should arrive with time to spare. We have to keep going!!!”
"On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…"
*Following the pattern, Matt takes this one*
"Nine beavertails…"
"Matt-guy….you mean like...real beavertails? PETA's gonna be all up in our shit, eh?"
“Really? Why would he be upset? I got some at a shop near a Timmie’s before we started driving. Did he want some? Who’s Petah anyway? One of the new agents we’re meeting tonight before our match?”
"No the People for the Ethical Treatmen--y'know what? Let's just finish the song and we can talk about it later."
“If you say so, this Petah guy sounds like a real Yank. His accent’s so thick, it affects his name.” Matt resumes singing.
"Eight shots of whiskey, seven hockey pucks, six Labatt's Blue, FIIIVE CUURLING BROOOOOMS! Four Timmies coffees, three toques, two poutine sandwiches, and Don Cherry's suit on a tree."
*Rick takes another small sip from his bottle of Canadian Club, replacing the cap before continuing*
"On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, ten basketballs…"
*both men finish the verse, almost in a weird harmony*
"Nine beavertails, eight shots of whiskey, seven hockey pucks, six Labatt's Blue, FIIIVE CUURLING BROOOOOMS! Four Timmies coffees, three toques, two poutine sandwiches, and Don Cherry's suit on a tree."
*As they begin into the final verse, Matt groans as we see red lights flashing in front of them. Matt leans back as he lets go of the wheel.*
“Oh man, I knew this was going to happen. I guess it was fun while it lasted right? We got to sing some Christmas tunes, make a better 12 days list then the McKenzie Brothers, and now it all comes to this. Well buddy, what do we do now?”
*Matt leans his head back and sighs again as the red lights continue flashing.*
“Anymore brownies?”
*Rick reaches behind him, retrieving the tin from the back seat before looking over at Matt*
"I think I ate the ones on the left…but, I've been eating these off and on for the last hour or so, buddy."
“It’s ok buddy. From the looks of things, it looks like we’re done anyway,” Matt says as takes another sip from his cup as the flashing lights stop and things go dark again. Rick looks over at Matt as the door opens
“Ok, guys. Please watch your step as you exit the simulator. We hope you enjoyed your experience! Please come back and...what were you two doing in here?!?" the attendant exclaims as she looks inside at the mess Rick and Matt left.
“Sorry, ma’am,” Matt says as he exits out from his side of the simulator with his gym bag slung over one shoulder, a Tim Horton’s bag and cup in one hand and a gallon of water in the other. Matt shakes some of the crumbs off his chest as he walks down one set of steps.
“Rick, buddy? You got your stuff?”
*Rick finishes hastily collecting his things as he climbs out. He too is carrying a gym bag, however his looks like an overstuffed sausage roll on his hip. He raises his bottle to the attendant in salute; the attendant looks on, unimpressed. As he joins Matt he looks down at him*
"Don't you wanna know what eleven was?"
*Matt looks at Rick thoughtfully.*
"We should probably leave some surprises for Sunday, shouldn't we good buddy?"
*Rick nods. As they walk away from the stationary camera Rick pats Matt on the shoulder*
"Y'know, Matt-guy...you really do drive like a little old lady. We were in there for like 15 minutes and we didn't move a damned inch!"
“Rick? With the utmost respect to you, good buddy, but f…”
*Fade to Black*
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The fans were given a good tag team match with Adriana and Mia taking on Kimi and Mary. The two teams went back and forth, both putting some impressive double team moves on display. Kimi and Mary had control for a while as they worked over Mia. They delivered a DDT and Senton combination that forced Adrianna to break the pin. Mia was eventually able to get away when she delivered a mule kick. She finally tagged Adriana in and she came in firing on all cylinders. She took both Kimi and Mary down. Adrianna would eventually hit Ground Zero on Mary and pin her for the win at 15:41
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Lash and Ishaan were up and the two men came in and the action was fast, furious, and hard hitting. Ishaan took the advantage at the beginning of the match, putting Lash on the defensive. Lash battled and battled, showing off his resilience for the fans. He was eventually able to counter a frog splash when he got his knees up and took over the match. He battled back, eventually finding a way to hit Bury-Go-Round and pick up the win 11:39.
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Sam and Katie came out and the fans were in for a real treat between these two women. The action was back and forth the entire time. Neither woman seemed to be able to get the advantage on the other. Both were able to hit high impact moves that made the crowd think the match was over. It was Sam though that was able to take Katie and deliver a triple powerbomb that was finally able to keep Katie down for a three count 15:04.
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Rick Dickulous and Belphegor start things off as the bell rings. Belphegor tries for a test of strength and Rick acquiesced, yet Rick managed to get the crowd into it as he transitioned into an arm wringer. The fans quickly turned on Belphegor as he issued a quick thumb to the eyes to send Rick reeling backward, followed by a hard lariat attempt but Dickulous blocked and caught the arm, sending Belphegor into Turn It Up Express' corner and getting a tag in to Matt Klazzic. Matt immediately hit the ropes and came back at Belphegor for a stinger splash, yet Belphegor caught him in mid air and hit a desperation spinebuster!
Belphegor used the chance to tag in Buzzsaw who immediately launched to the top and nailed Matt with a springboard roundhouse which echoed through the arena. Cover attempt!
One
Two
Close two count but Matt got the shoulder up. Frustrated, Buzzsaw dragged Matt up to a vertical base and nearly took his head off with a snap kick to the face! Matt is dazed, Buzzsaw pounced on him with a rear naked choke but the fans were suddenly on their feet as Matt Klazzic managed to roll through and bridge on top for a pin! Buzzsaw struggles to break out!
One
Two
Three!
Matt got it right as Buzzsaw managed to power out at 23:11!
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The referee is forced to ring the bell as neither Azumi and Marissa could wait to begin reigning down hard lefts and rights on each other's faces in the middle of the ring. The fans roared with approval as Azumi blocked a stiff kick from Marissa, managing to grab hold of her leg and leaving her hopping. Azumi let out a shriek of fury as she dragged Marissa in close and absolutely drilled her with a stiff headbutt! Marissa was sent loopy, yet didn't fall. Azumi leapt up and let out a roar, throwing a super stiff flying forearm smash which sent Marissa down to one knee. The crowd lit up when Azumi attempted to take Marissa's head off with a pivoting roundhouse but Marissa ducked under and took Azumi down before mounting her and raining down punch after punch after punch, her arms a blur as Azumi was forced to cover up. Azumi tried unsuccessfully to mount a response which just resulted in the two fierce brawlers rolling out of the ring to the floor to continue their antics.
Marissa finally broke free when she managed to block a stiff right hand and threw Azumi backward before letting loose with a flying knee which sent Azumi's head crashing into the ring step. Marissa bounced Azumi's head off the steps a couple of times for good measure before rolling her back in and climbing in herself. Grabbing a handful of hair and an arm, Marissa attempted to drag Azumi to her feet, signalling for The Bitch Killa but Azumi thought ahead and reversed, landing a hard Manhattan drop and the crowd were on its feet when Marissa's head snapped back from a Shinigame out of nowhere!
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Azumi wins by pinfall in 22:00! She couldn't enjoy her victory however, as LeeAnn, Karla, and The Buzzsaw all ran in, and took turns beating her down, complete with Buzzsaw finishing things off with a vicious snap-kick to Azumi's face.
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The bell rang and this match started off with a traditional lock up. O'Brien managed to get the strength-based upper hand early on with a tight headlock. When he attempted a takedown, Wolfe blocked the attempt and tried for a hammerlock but Charles swung free and managed to send Wolfe ropeward. On the rebound, Charles threw a hard clothesline Chris's way but he telegraphed it and ducked under with a go behind. Waistlock takedown attempt by Wolfe, back elbow by O'Brien sending Chris staggering. Charles ran at Chris with a big boot attempt but Wolfe surprised him with a wrist clutch exploder suplex. The big man was seeing stars after that, enabling Charles to easily get him back to his feet. Charles got Wolfe in the gutwrench position and took him up for a gutwrench powerbomb but Wolfe popped the fans when he was able to flip out and land on his feet. Not to be outdone, Charles growled and captured Wolfe once more, kneeing him in the side of the head before trying a different tact.
The fans knew what was coming and they voiced their excitement as they saw the opening sequence of Charles' Booty Trap. O'Brien with Wolfe upside down..no! Wolfe wriggled free! Wolfe bent O'Brien backward! The Black out!!
One...
Two...
Three!
Chris Wolfe puts the rookie down after a hard fought battle at 15:53! After the match, Wolfe helped O'Brien to his feet, making sure to shake the man's hand and hug him to the cheers of the crowd.
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Karla Jefferies and Meggy Sparkles started off this match, circling one another, exchanging verbal barbs. The fan volume boosted as Meggy finally seemed to grow tired of Karla's BS and threw a wild haymaker. Karla sidestepped, swung Meggy around and tried to destroy her with a high angle release German suplex, but Meggy wowed the fans as she landed on her feet and delivered a picture perfect standing dropkick to the back of Jefferies, sending her sprawling, hanging on the middle rope. Meggy Sparkles got a huge pop as she not only took a run up and landed a springboard legdrop over the top which sent Karla springing backward with force, she was also able to tag Lara in mid flight!
The only problem was the legdrop was forceful enough to send Karla crashing into their corner, allowing LeeAnn to tag herself in and be waiting for Lara with a hard clothesline. Lara back up, Japanese arm drag by Viskan but Lara held on and used the leverage to hit a monkey flip. LeeAnn was on jelly legs as she got back up to her feet, Lara letting out a roar as she ran in - POONTANG BOOM...no! LeAnn managed to duck under with both of the arms hooked! She's taken Lara down to the mat in a hurry. There it is! Her Black Wings! Meggy comes running in but she's not fast enough to break it up before LeeAnn taps Lara with Her Black Wings at 14:38!
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*As the scene fades in, a voice can be heard just above the swell of traffic*
"Look, Judas, I really don't think I need to update my ensemble. This shit's comfortable to me...jeans, a t-shirt...I can move in this."
*Traffic whizzes by on a busy downtown street as Judas Lasher and William Mannheim walk side by side down the sidewalk. The wide angled shot shows their stark differences: Mannheim dressed in black boots, worn jeans, and a white t-shirt; Lasher wearing one of his fancy red and black suits, with matching sunglasses making him look like the world's most jacked hitman.*
"Are you trying to butter me up or something? I told you before, we are not spooning…"
*As the shot zooms in on the pair avoiding a few other pedestrians, they fall back alongside one another. Mannheim looks over at Lasher with a smirk*
"...but if we do, I'm the big spoon."
"William." Judas looked at his longtime friend, hilariously looking about to get a stress headache. "You are a grown man. It's time you stop dressing like a teenag-" he stopped, eyes going wide as he grumbled. "And it's like I'm dealing with Vlad all over again."
As they arrived at their destination, Judas gave a big, happy(!) grin. “Ahh… I’ve been buying my suits here for close to twenty years.”
*Mannheim looks up above the door. In bold letters: "BALANI Custom Clothiers" stands out on an ornate custom overhead sign*
"Well...what is it they say? Dress for the job you want, not the job you've got? Or something like that?"
*As Mannheim ascends the steps, he reaches for the door and pauses*
"Besides, a couple of old men in suits beating the piss out of a few little hooligans is fitting, isn't it?"
"You know... this is eerie." Judas chuckled, probably the closest most people ever see to the man genuinely laughing. "I once said that exact sentence to Vlad. 'Dress for the job you want, not the job you have'. Sadly... that's how he ended up coming to ringside dressed as Darth Maul back in '99." He looked around, nodding to the old man working at the time, before looking back to Mannheim. "It seems like a lifetime ago, does it not? We were all so young. I still remember when you and Chad first were signed. I'd never seen such a combination of size, brute force, and actual talent in my life as I had with you two."
"I miss that guy every day, Jude. But y'know what? We both know he's got microwave popcorn, a Big Gulp, and probably a porn or two...and tonight he's tuning in to DPW Genesis. Likely after he tosses one out."
*Mannheim shrugs at Judas, nodding as if to say: "Tell me I'm wrong"
"Man, when Chad and I came into NFW we got eaten alive...size, brute force, talent...it didn't matter. BUT, what it did? It made us work that much harder. No more counting lights as a curtain jerking jobber...no more letting the guys who needed a push getting one over - because management saw what they were missing out on, and they gave US that push."
*The old man gestures over to a sizing area, looking up and down at Mannheim's 6 feet and 9 inches, then muttering to himself as he walks over and rummages through a small cubby hidden behind one of the large mirrors. As Mannheim steps onto the stool, the man emerges with a folding step ladder and sets it up beside him*
"At the end of the day though, watching you in those hardcore matches was where I knew I belonged. Chad and I were a good team, but he wasn't into that whole "who's tougher" dick waving contest."
“We both have legacies to protect here, William. The Army of Darkness. The Dominion of Pain. Vlad Blackheart. Yours. Mine. We are going to carry the memories of victories past into the ring with us at Genesis, and win or lose… we are going to remind Tommy and Johnny Krule exactly who made it possible for them to be IN that ring.” Judas paused, giving an appreciative nod at the suit the old man held up, hopeful look on his face. “Yes, my friend. I think that one would look perfect on Mr. Mannheim.”
*Mannheim nods in approval of the old man's choice of fabric*
"Black pinstripes on a black suit does look pretty good, not gonna lie. But still, I'm worried I'll blow the ass out of these pants."
*Mannheim looks at the old man*
"Think you can maybe triple up the stitching in the crotch and ass? I don't want my monster blowing through the front like Godzilla in Japan - know what I mean?"
*The old man nods as he begins measuring Mannheim's shoulders*
"We've got more than enough opportunity tonight to show these boys - who seem to be taking this with less seriousness than I'd like to see, I'll add - but tonight we show them the same thing we showed everyone over in NFW."
*to the chagrin of the old man, Mannheim turns to face Judas*
"Old men still competing in a young man's game aren't the ones to be taken lightly. Old men competing in a young man's game are more like an angry rattlesnake. You'll hear us snap, crackle, and poppin' down the hallway...but you let us get too close, and we'll ruin your whole goddamned day."
*The old man attempts to turn Mannheim around, placing his hands on the big man's shoulder and gently pushing. Mannheim waves apologetically before turning back to face the mirrors*
"Sorry...I just get a little heated sometimes. By the way, what's your name, anyhow?"
"Klaus," the old man says with a surprisingly gentle voice.
"Well, Klaus...if I move again, feel free to tell me to turn the hell back around."
"They are... extremely reckless. They fear nothing and nobody. You must earn their respect firsthand. Nothing we've done in the past matters to them. They are young, unpredictable, and frankly dangerous to others AND to themselves." Lasher couldn't help but grin there, a sight that might be nice, if he didn't look so damned devious doing so. "They remind me a lot of Sky, Von, and myself when we first debuted in FWF."
He crossed his arms, shaking his head slightly as he spoke. “That said… whether it’s because of our past… OR because we made them bleed like they’ve never bled before…. The two of them WILL respect us before Genesis goes off the air. Everyone makes mistakes as they come up in this business. It’s to be expected. Their mistake? That of not taking us seriously enough? Is one they will quickly learn not to repeat.”
"I think, for once, you and I being on the same page is a welcome change. Even if I have to dress in a fuckin' monkey suit…"
*Mannheim quickly looks over at a frowning Klaus*
"...no offense, Klaus. I'm not referencing your work when I say 'monkey suit.'"
"Judas, tonight's the night we show everyone at Dominion Pro Wrestling what every one of our fans always knew: you and I at war are like the Germans and the Allies. You and I together are like the current United States military machine. Divided, there's nothing but destruction and civilian casualties..."
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Both of them looking 100% unintimidated, Tommy and Johnny Krule came to the ring first, to the beat of "This Is Chaos" by HateLife. Tommy had a cocky, nonchalant look on his face as he mockingly waved toward the locker room, beckoning their opponents to the ring. He got what he wished for then, as Lasher and Mannheim stormed to the ring sans music or fanfare, kicking the falls-count-anywhere match off with a bang! The four men battered each other from pillar to post, with each man taking sickening chair shots to the backs and heads. By the time Tommy introduced a barbed-wire baseball bat into the match, all four were a bloody mess! Tommy shocked Lasher with a spike DDT for almost a three-count, before the veterans finally took control again, this time launching Johnny Krule over the top rope through a ringside table before hitting Tommy with a stunner, then a Lucifer's Halo for the three-count at 12:39!
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In a stunningly even matchup, two close friends completely obliterated one another as Alex Brody and Shelley Silver traded brutal move after brutal move. Neither woman could seem to keep an advantage for long, until Shelley finally shocked Alex with a Silver Bullet that nearly got her the pinfall. Shelley controlled the pace off and on from that point, and hit a spin-kick that got another near-fall. Alex finally gained the upper hand again after a diving DDT from the top rope, finally hitting The Call of Cthulhu twice in a row and pinning Shelley at 24:27. After the match, the two women hugged in an emotional moment, and Shelley raised Alex's hand.