Post by DPW Commish on Mar 2, 2020 22:40:04 GMT -5
The show opened with a montage of all of DPW's various wrestlers, set to "Dominion", by Hammerfall
"Ladies and gentlemen.... welcome! To D... P... W... MAYHEM!"
The crowd roared as the camera panned down to "The Tap-Out King" Scott Leroux, dapper as hell in a black and white pinstripe suit. "I'm Scott Leroux, and with me as always is former Dominion of Pain member Christian Young!"
Christian, in jeans, boots, and a suitcoat over a vintage Black Sabbath shirt, gave the camera a half-hearted salute. "You're never truly a 'former' member, Scott. But I digress. This is our first ever episode of Mayhem, and what a way to kick it all off: tonight, we will crown the first-ever DPW World Champion in what's bound to be one hell of a brutal ladder match."
"Adrianna Salvatore, Rick Dickulous, Lash Donohue, and Alex Brody are all close enough to that title to taste it, Christian. All that's left now is to see who wants it the most." Leroux said, clearly excited by the buzz of the crowd and the general atmosphere of the place. "So let's get this all started, and get to our first match on DPW Mayhem!"
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Kimmi Smalls quite simply went right at Johnny Krule as soon as the bell rang, trying to get the early advantage and having no problem going extreme on him. Johnny was actually covering up as Kimmi caught him in the corner and started throwing hard shots to the ribs and across his head, trying to wear her down. Krule came back from the initial assault and threw Kimmi into the corner, followed by a back elbow to the jaw and began laying boots to her. Yeah, he could fight hard too, he was showing her. To call this one a street fight with rules more than an actual wrestling match would have probably have been more accurate as the referee let the two have it out; only warning them when they started going excessive with weapons. This was still DPW, though so the crowd saw plenty of use of steel chairs, kendo sticks. In the final moments of what looked like Johnny Krule about to hit a dive onto Kimmi through a table in the ring, he took just a second too long and Kimmi came to. Realizing her predicament, she scrambled off the table and made a last second, whim decision; running right for Krule on the apron and jumped up, catching him by the arm. She yanked him off with an armdrag and Krule SLAMMED through the table as Kimmi locked in The Sweet Release , forcing Krule to tap out almost immediately at 9:01
WINNER: KIMI SMALLS
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"Come on! You're tougher than this!" As the camera begins to pan through the locker room, Lara Blackheart's voice could be heard, sounding both determined and frustrated. "You've been training for this for ages! Don't you DARE give up now!"
"Uhh..." The camera pans over to Katie Montes, who's looking at her girlfriend with a confused look. "Who ya talkin' to, babe?"
Her back to the camera, Lara turns around to show she's holding a Nintendo Switch in her hands, her eyes wide with anger. "I'm talking to my GOD DAMN Mew! I've been prepping his little pink ass for WEEKS to go on this Mewtwo raid, and he's getting murdered like he married Chris Benoit."
Katie just tilts her head slightly, like a confused lamb. "...I don't know who that is. I just-- I just know we... we have... other things to do? There's a camera here and everything." Montes waves to the camera.
"Yeah, yeah." She whispered to her Switch, "Fuck you, Mew." before shutting it down. "Sorry, babe. You're right. I just gotta go talk some last minute prep with Meggy and I'll be ready. What about you? You feelin' good?"
Katie rises to her feet, showing her full 5-foot-4-inch frame. She removes a Yu-Gi-Oh card from her bag, kissing it before placing it face-down on the table in front of her. "Ready to go."
Lara watched her, a sweet, adoring smile on her face. "Have I mentioned lately that I love what a nerd you are?" Typically, Lara kept her relationship with Katie off of TV, only revealing it to the public via Twitter interaction. But now, she was happily declaring her love on-camera. "I told you I was gonna work with you, to help make you a huge star here. And it starts today. See... you have the skills. That was NEVER an issue. But sadly, talent alone doesn't make you stand out anymore. So we're gonna work on getting the crowd to identify with you. To get behind you and DEMAND to see more of you. And see... between my dad and my godfather? I learned all about that from a very young age."
Katie nods, hanging on her girlfriend's every word. "So how, exactly, are we gonna do that?"
"We're gonna start embracing all the things that I love about you." Lara told her, looking her over with a smile. "You're gorgeous. You're smart. You're witty. So we're gonna start putting you in a position for people to see those things. Starting by hanging with my peeps more."
"I see. So more than I've been doing with you?" Speaking of embrace, Katie wraps her hands around Lara's head, kind of hugging her, but giving her more than enough speaking room.
Lara grinned, tilting her head to give Katie a sweet, light kiss on the lips. "More like... let the fans see the same Katie Montes that I see when we're off-camera.
"I can do that..." Katie said.
"Then... one last thing to help with my little project here." Lara said, pulling away for a moment to dig through her bag. She rummaged a little, before pulling out a black Sex & Violence merch tee. "We'd like you to be one of us."
Katie pulls back a little when her eyes meet the black and red shirt, then looks down at her white and gold Georgia Tech attire. "Do you have one that isn't... you know... red-n-black?"
Lara laughed then, rolling her eyes and hugging the other girl. "For you? We'll get a special one with your GT colors."
Katie reciprocates the hug. "Then I'm in, babe..."
Nodding, Lara couldn't even attempt to hide the happy little grin now forming on her face. "Then finish getting prepped for your match, pumpkin. I'm gonna go tell Lash and the girls that you're in."
Katie nods, watching the giddy girl leave, before stopping her at the doorway. "Hey..."
"What's up, darlin'?" Lara asked, turning around to face Katie.
Katie kisses her right index and middle fingers, and simply blows that kiss in Lara's direction. "Love you..."
"Love you too, Katiebear." Lara said, giving a sexy little wink before prancing off.
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The bell rang and the two opponents shook hands to the appreciation of the crowd before circling and locking up. Wolfe got the initial advantage with an arm wringer but Sanada introduced the DPW world to his athleticism by rolling and flipping out of it before reversing into his own counter. It didn’t take long for everyone to see that Wolfe and Sanada were damn near evenly matched. The Japanese newcomer showing he could go technical as well as striking hard against the Big Bad Wolfe. There was also his aerial prowess he showed off which kept Chris Wolfe on his feet and he scored a near pinfall after Chris Wolfe came off the ropes towards a stunned Koichi Sanada and Sanada surprised everyone by planting Wolfe into the mat with the Boost Jump (Double Foot Stomp off the mat). Chris Wolfe kicked out, however and managed to mount a comeback, finally catching Koichi Sanada in what was the second Blackout (Cross Rhodes) in order to put him away for the 3 count at 25:48. As his music played, Wolfe helped Sanada to his feet and the two shook hands again, showing respect to each other.
WINNER: CHRIS WOLFE
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The scene shifts to a shot of the front cover of the New York Times. On the front page headline it reads the following:
“MASKED PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER SHUTS DOWN AIRPORT OVER CORONAVIRUS HOAX.”
“Wow! Hey Rick!!! Did you see this?!? Some nutjob in a mask nearly shutdown an airport!!! I hope they catch that guy and give him a good stern talking to!!!”
The paper rattles and deforms, clearly from a finger pointing at something on the other side of the pages.
"Bud! Have a better look at that picture….who does that look like?"
Matt peeks over and looks at the front page picture before looking up and shaking his head at Rick.
"Damnit, Rick!!! He could be anybody! Look at him! That dashing fashion sense just gives off an aura of fear and mystery to him! Anyway, does anybody have today's paper? This is from a couple of days ago."
Matt puts the paper down and gets up and we see he has his ring gear on with a pair of sneakers on completing the ensemble. He leans over and grabs a circular butter cookie tin from a bag under the table, setting it down before taking a deep breath and nodding to himself in approval before sitting down.
Rick shakes his head in disbelief.
"I told you not to make a scene...and what do you do? You give an entire airport a Coronavirus scare! That's you, Matty!"
"I dunno, buddy. He has a black mask with a dark grey tinted. He could be anybody!!! Now if this were the USA Today or something with colored photos, well...he could STILL be anybody!"
Rick laughs as he looks around the diner, rifling through a pile of folded newspaper on the next table. The waitress was either extremely busy, or extremely lazy; Rick looks around the dining room and decides it's clearly the latter.
He looks at the top corner of the newsprint before quickly handing it across the table to his partner.
"Here ya go, bud...Saturday's paper. Well, at least the National news section. I'll have to look through the rest."
"Thanks buddy! Can you believe I have to step in that ring with Blasphemer again? I thought we were done with those guys. I'm hoping to get through things tonight so I can watch your back later on during your match, even though you probably don't need it."
Rick chuckles, halfheartedly.
"You never know, bud...it's tough for me though - every single one of those guys are friends," he sighs as he rearranges the condiments on the table, "but I can't let that get in the way...I can't play favourites, Matty...and that's gonna kill me."
Matt nods as he cracks open the tin and starts munching a brownie.
"I hear ya, pal. But you know, when we step through those ropes, if they're not standing with us in the corner, we need to handle our business, am I right? After we step through those ropes, shower and change, if we see them again. We say no hard feelings and hope that they afford us that same level of honor and respect, you know? Don't look at them as being in your way. See them as a way in and up, you know what I mean?"
"I get you, bud. And you're right...but it doesn't make it easy."
Rick finishes playing with the condiments and begins spinning his butter knife on the table.
"I mean, I know afterwards we'll all go back to being friends - at least I hope so - and this will just be another big step. I mean, look at us, we're making big steps everywhere we go...this isn't any different, right?"
"Right. But they say the biggest steps require the hardest hurdles to jump over, you know? If decisions like this were easy to make, there would be more people at the top, right?"
The waitress finally saunters out of the back carrying two large plates of food and a solitary small plate, making a beeline to the table they sat at.
"Ok, so….Farmer's breakfast for you…" she sets a plate in front of Rick loaded with eggs, breakfast meats, and homefries, then slides a plate of toast beside it before turning to Matt, "and whatever this is...what'd you call it? Poo-something?"
"Poutine, ma'am. Poutine."
She scoffs as she sets it in front of Matt.
"Well, it looks like something my kids would puke up, but, who am I to argue? You're the one puttin' it in your face. What is that, French or something? Can you speak French?"
“Ma’am? With all due respect. You eat mashed potatoes with gravy or load it up with cheese and bacon, right? This right here is the next best thing. You take french fries with some of that good wholesome beef gravy that you use for that heaping mound of meatloaf, then you add in some nice cheese curds and watch those babies melt. It’s the best of all worlds, ma’am. As the kids say nowadays, ‘do not knock on it until you have tried it.’”
Matt holds up the opened cookie tin to the waitress.
“Brownie?”
She looks down at the tin, then back to Matt.
"Well...I might be interested in one of these here brownies if you offered me one...in French…"
"Avez-vous un gateau chocolate," Rick blurts out, gesturing at the tin of brownies while shooting a semi-annoyed look at the waitress.
"All due respect, Beth, we're having a little private conversation here...tell you what, I'll teach Matt a little French and I'll give you his number, deal?"
She blinks coyly at Matt, then turns to Rick.
"You promise? I mean, he is pretty cut--"
Rick holds up a hand for silence, gesturing towards the back. She nods and scurries off, stopping to quickly clean the leftover dishes on the table next to them.
“I like the way you think, buddy. That way, when we’re back in town, we can call her up and she can have the poutine delivered to the arena, smart!”
Matt smirks under his mask as he winks and points at the side of his head before pointing at Rick. He holds up the newspaper for the New York Times and the headline reads:
“TSA AND CUSTOMS WORKERS TEST POSITIVE FOR MARIJUANA, SUSPENDED IMMEDIATELY WITHOUT PAY.”
“Unbelievable. Who in their right mind would go to work high on drugs these days? And look at this, they’re blaming it on brownies! I guess junkies will blame anything and everything under the sun to save their necks…”
"Hey, uhhh...didn't you leave a tin of Jenny's brownies with them at Customs?"
Rick begins spearing potato chunks, using the pieces on his fork to burst the yolk of one of his eggs. The yellow, viscous liquid flowed from the crater, covering the eggwhite and adding a splash of colour to an otherwise bland plate.
“Uhm hello? My sister uses mint in her brownies. These guys tested positive for marijuana. Two totally different things, buddy.”
Matt chuckles to himself as he stabs his fork into the poutine and holds it high for the melted cheese to string and thin out and the gravy to stop dripping before taking the forkful in his mouth.
"Y'know," Rick says with a mouth full of food, "you should've taught those TSA guys the leg slap game...something tells me they'd have a blast."
He shrugs across the table, a "tell me I'm wrong" look on his face. Matt looks up for a moment in thought, then nods in agreement as he holds his glass up for a toast, Rick lifts his coffee into the air, looking a bit confused.
“I can’t argue with you there, buddy. I can’t argue with you there…”
They clink glasses and take long sips before setting their glasses on the table.
"Monday night's the night, bud. You whup Belphegor's sorry ass again, and I'm gonna do what has to be done - stablemates or not. Hell, I was NFW's Silver Mountain Champion...twice! This match? This is MY match, Matty...the other three just don't know it yet."
He sets his fork down and picks up a piece of bacon, pointing it across the table at Matt.
"By the time they do? It'll be too late. And don't you worry about Belphegor...I got your back. Turn-It-Up Express is gonna do what we do best...and you know what that is?"
“You damn right I know what that is! It’s time we take DPW and crank everything up to 11!!!”
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Kyle Smalls clearly had the strength advantage over Katie Montes in this match but Montes had the heart and drive to keep going through Smalls’ brutal kicks. Montes showed a bit of her brawler side, taking Smalls down on a couple of occasions and going for a legit armbar on one occasion while the other, later occasion, she went straight for a ground & pound. Kyle fought back, not holding back with any of his strikes and the match started to escalate into a death defying aerial show with both competitors going for their higher risk moves. Kyle Smalls looked to be using his strength over little Katie to his advantage when he sent her whipping towards the corner, but as he followed her, Montes had some quick thinking and ran up the turnbuckle, coming off and NAILING him with the Star In The Night (Whisper In The Wind). Realizing her advantage and needing to capitalize, Katie hastily pulled Kyle to his feet and landed The Dark Ride (Sit-Out DDT) for the pinfall victory at 18:26
WINNER: KATIE MONTES
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It was early in the show and Meggy was getting ready for her upcoming match with Lara against The Coven. She felt better about this match than the one at Genesis. If she were being honest, she probably hadn't been ready to move up to the big leagues, but with Lara by her side, she felt like she could do anything. She was in a hallway, sitting on the floor in her ring gear, looking stupid cute and hot at the same time, and stretching a bit to get ready for the match.
"Well, well, well.... if this were a different time in my life I'd be thanking God that there's a hot blonde stretched out on the floor in front of me." Lara snarked, walking over to her friend and partner. "You ready? We NEED this win tonight. When the tag titles are announced, I want us to be in the mix for them."
"I'm ready to take those two, but are you ready for what might happen when we beat them," Meggy looked up, raising an eyebrow. She kept on as she was, showing just how flexible she was to mess with her best friend.
"Oh, sweet memories..." Lara muttered as she watched her friend stretch. "Anyhoo. Yeah... part of me wants to say that Rissa wouldn't pull that crap with me, since we grew up together. But she's been picking a fight with Adrianna already, so clearly that's not the case. So believe me, I'm gonna be READY if her goons pull their shit."
Meggy couldn't help but let out a giggle nodding. "Good. Because I know we don't want to have to call Shelley if they pull anything. I think we both know she'd halt production of her movie to protect you." She gave Lara a playful smirk.
"Yeah.... Shellz gets a little protective of me." Lara said, beaming adorably. "What can I say? You get an ass like this, people wanna protect it."
"Or bite it," Meggy shrugged before pushing herself up. "Seriously, though? We got this shit. That's the thing about being fast, it makes the hits sharper and harder."
"Hey... I know how tough you are. It's why I wanted to be tag partners." Lara told her, a devious grin on her face. "If our opponents take you lightly just because you're a total smokeshow, that's THEIR problem, you know? Oh... and I talked to Katie. She's in."
Meggy nodded, "perfect. We're gonna take her far." She started stretching her arms a little, "but mostly, it's my size that causes the doubt."
"Agreed. And I already told Mia not to be a total thundercunt to her. We've known Mia since childhood. She hasn't." Lara said with a laugh, knowing how abrasive their friend could be at times.
"I love Mia, I really do," Meggy laughed, shaking her head. "But I'm really not sure how I haven't punched her in the cunt yet. Just to stop her lips from flapping."
"I swear God made her hot as a damn defense mechanism." Lara snorted, shaking her head. "So... look. For tonight? Focus on Jeffries. I grew with Rissa, I know her better than anyone in that ring, other than maybe her sister. If there's a chance of us finding that metaphorical exhaust port in the Death Star, I'm the one who's got the better chance of finding it."
Meggy nodded, "not a problem. It's really looking like Red's all talk, anyway. I can handle her."
"Then it's settled. I got Psycho McGoth, you got The Crack Princess." Lara said, before adding: "You know... I really like being a team with you, babe. I think we're really on the verge of something special here."
"Something that they'll never see coming," Meggy smirked, licking her lips.
"Damn right, babydoll." Lara said, "Let's go.Time to teach these bitches a little respect."
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While recent events obviously weren’t any fault of Mary Williams, Azumi Koshiba had an anger about her tonight that she just ended up taking out on Williams by default. Koshiba opened the match with stiff strikes but Williams was ready with her own strikes, laying kicks and forearms to the Japanese warrior, just as intent on walking out of the arena with the win as she was. Mary hit more than her share of finishers on Azumi, even locking in the Octopus Hold but it was there that Azumi’s rage reached a boiling point and she managed to power Mary’s legs off from around her and fought free with back elbows and a back headbutt. As soon as Mary’s hands left her, Azumi threw herself back into a Pele Kick right to the jaw. Mary fell back in a sitting position, stunned as Azumi got to her feet and, letting out a Japanese war cry, came off the ropes like a bat out of hell. She hit a Shining Wizard so brutal that fans in the front row visibly cringed before covering Williams for the pinfall, glaring into the camera. And everyone knew exactly who she was directing her glare towards as she got the 3 count at 13:33
WINNER: AZUMI KOSHIBA
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Following a short video highlighting the heinous attacks that The Coven had hit multiple wrestlers with over the last few events, ending with the vicious chokeslam Belphegor gave Akane Koshiba on the concrete floor, the video wall AND the arena lights all went dark. After a few moments, the lights along the aisle lit back up as Poppy's "Fill The Crown" began to play, revealing the members of The Coven standing beneath the video wall.
In the back stood the giant Belphegor, muscular arms crossed over his massive chest, and The Buzzsaw, sneering at the fans from under his demonic mask. Marissa Viskan stood in the middle, wearing black and red ring gear, with a Mileena-esque face mask. On her right was the elder stateswoman of the group, LeeAnn Viskan, in a black leather bodysuit, adjusting her black MMA gloves. Next to Marissa stood Karla Jeffries, who was similarly clad. She knew that her statement from the morning after Black Mass had mostly fell on deaf ears. Still, she had gotten her feelings out, and she had yet to hear back from Akane. Who had obviously chickened out and believed what she wanted to.
Leading her troops to the ring, Marissa gave a cold, emotionless glare toward the camera, curling her fingers to call for the microphone, which was handed off to her by a ringside assistant. "So far... The Coven has dealt with every person who's gotten in our way. Each one has been taken down with zero consideration for who or what they are. I don't care if you're some star from another country, or the goddamn CEO of this company. Get in our way, and you will be destroyed."
Karla leaned over, a snarl on her face. "And we may even take out a few more... just because we can." She pulled away and taunted the jeering crowd, allowing her partner to continue.
Marissa grinned, draping an arm across Karla's shoulders. "See... KJ's got the right idea. We aren't here to make friends. Or to make people like us. We have one goal here. TO DOMINATE. By any... means... necessary."
LeeAnn cracked her knuckles, an eerily sadistic snarl on her otherwise adorable features. "Way I see it... we want friends? We have those outside of here. We want to be loved? We have family outside of here. When we're in this ring? All that matters is success. Every promotion has a group that runs roughshod over everyone else. And DPW.... has The Coven. Samantha? Sweetheart? You may be bigger than me, younger than me, and more powerful than me.... but you've never faced anyone as tough as me. There's nothing in life that turns me on more than hurting people. And tonight, your screams are gonna play over and over in my head for days."
"And then there's our opponents," Karla laughed, nudging Marissa. "The Olsen twins, circa 1998. Did Judas get a time machine when he put together this roster?"
"Oh, we are gonna have SO much fun making those little skanks hurt." Marissa laughed coldly, shaking her head. "Lara... we're gonna be real here. We loved your dad and mom as much as everyone else. And there will never be an ounce of disrespect shown to them. But you? Honey, you're hot and fast. That's it. You will NEVER be a tenth of the wrestler Vlad was. And your little pal? She's not even worth mentioning by name. You two are nothing. Just two more victims for The Coven."
Karla nodded, "this ring ain't for fairies, Tinkerbell. Don't you have a frat party to go to or something? You don't actually think you can compare to this, right?" She motioned to Marissa and herself.
Marissa stepped forward, glaring into the camera as she tightened her fingers into a fist. "We're gonna show everyone that when it comes to us? There's no remorse... no regret... and no mercy."
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It was brutal power versus all heart for this one as The Coven’s Belphegor came into the fight intent on making quick work of Matt Klazzic but the masked fan favorite just refused to stay down as he continued kicking out of pin attempt after pin attempt. Working up a head of steam, Matt Klazzic brought the fight back to the monstrous giant with some of the stiffest elbows and forearms that the sport had ever seen. Straight up King’s Road style assaults to Belphegor’s ribs and jaw. To top things off, Matt pulled off what could arguably seen as moment of the night, ducking under a lariat from Belphegor and catching the colossal beast in a backdrop driver that quite literally shook the ring! Unbelievably, the big man kicked out from that, and after blocking Klazzic's attempt at another, hit a vicious Ninth Circle for the pin at 8:29
WINNER: BELPHEGOR
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As a video package, the scene opens up in a dark locker room. The lighting flickers as the bulbs threaten to go out but remain on. The visage of Adrianna Salvatore is seen sitting on a bench, deep in thought. She’s in her ring gear. Black leather with hints of red with studs and spikes all over her wrist cuffs and the vest she wears over her halter neck top. Dripping blonde hair hands around her head and in her face as she stares down at her hands. We hear the woman speak but it’s not from there in the locker room. It’s from elsewhere. A voice over. She’s narrating.
“I’ve been here before. Under the limelight. On a battlefield where there are no friends. Only others trying to claim what you know is rightfully yours. Is that arrogance?”
Her hands curl into fists.
“Maybe...but I don’t see it that way. Some call it arrogance. Others call it entitlement. I call it fate. Because everything happens for a reason….”
Her fists uncurl and she stands from the bench, turning and walking towards the door. Each step she takes echoes, reverberating through what is assumed to be an empty arena. The camera follows her closely from behind as she pushes the door open and steps out into the abandoned backstage area. She turns and starts walking down the hall.
“There’s new talent coming into this business every day. Not all of them last….”
She walks down the hallway in slow motion, footsteps still echoing. A cut of the camera angle focuses on her boots. Slowly and methodically they click against the concrete floor. Another cut shows the chains dangling from her vest, softly jingling with each step.
“Not everyone is cut out to be a part of this industry and for those who are…. Well...let’s just say few are able to leave their mark as well as others have. As well as *I* have.”
A sudden cut takes us from the scene in the empty arena to a piece of pre-recorded footage. It’s an old match some of viewers might recognize. Over a dozen women are in the ring, mixing it up. Among them, the largest one there is shown in quick shots, absolutely laying waste to the opposition. A big boot here. A discus lariat there. An effortless German Suplex sends one girl flying across the ring, knocking her into another which subsequently causes that one knocked into to go over the top rope and eat the floor below. We can very faintly hear the announcers of the match, exclaiming “and there’s another elimination for her!” In the same clip, who we recognize as Adrianna Salvatore in her...old moniker, spears the living daylights out of another woman then throws her by the hair over the rope. Adrianna throws her dyed black hair back out of her skull painted face and clenches her fists at her side, sticking her tongue out. She looks goddamn terrifying in her Apocalypta persona. She continues to narrate.
“That’s what you have to do to stay relevant. Kick the door in. Raise hell. Take no prisoners. Stamp your footprint into the industry.”
Cut back to Adrianna in the empty arena and she’s moving down the hallway towards the Gorilla position now. As she mentions stamping your footprint in, she walks through an old pile of dust and the camera focuses on the imprint of the sole of her boot. The anarchy symbol punched into the dirt. The camera cuts to a side view as she continues. The muscles in her arm flex and sweat runs down her bicep while she clenches her fists again, showing off just how much work she puts into maintaining her body.
“You let them know what your name is and then...you make them remember.”
We cut to another series of shots from past matches. They’re all more or less the same thing. Adrianna is completely destroying opponents in the ring...and outside of it. Chronologically she’s seen in her Apocalypta persona taking on the likes of Shelley Silver and Erin Mercer. Next she’s seen without the face paint, still with black hair, going through opponents such as Alex Brody and Candi Broduer. After shots of her pinning or submitting her opponents, we see one shot of an unpainted Adrianna hoisting a championship over her head. Sweat drenched, blood running from her nose and down the corner of her mouth. We hear an announcer faintly call “aaaaaand STILL…”
“But….”
The screen suddenly goes black.
“This isn’t all about just winning.”
To the tune of what sounds like dramatic drum beats, the scene opens back up to another old piece of footage. This one should be very familiar as it’s the memorable match between Adrianna and Alex Brody. Adrianna runs the smaller girl over like a human train, manhandling her all over the ring but Alex is seen fighting back with stiff kicks and insane, high risk dives that keep Adrianna on her toes. She hits not one, not two, but three running Meteora’s - her old Absolute Zero finisher - before scoring a three count on Adrianna, sobbing emotionally as she takes the belt. It’s one of those beautiful feel good moments. The camera focuses on Adrianna sitting up with Mia Hayashi beside her, looking lost and dejected. Regardless, she is seen clasping the belt around Alex’s waist.
“It’s about whether or not you’re able to get knocked down...and pick your ass back up….”
Back inside the dark, empty arena, Adrianna reaches the Gorilla position. Through the curtain we can see a light and hear a crowd going insane. Adrianna stands in place with her head down, eyes closed, fists clenched.
“Can you get knocked down off of the top of that mountain and climb back to the top? Can you pass the ones trying to keep you on the bottom?”
The next series of clips shows Adrianna in her career since after that fateful loss. Still ever the beast of a woman, wreaking carnage in her wake. Her climb back to the top.
“I’ve spent the last year...working towards that very goal. Picking myself up...and making that climb again….”
Standing at the Gorilla position, Adrianna clenches her fists again and starts to lift her head.
“I will not be held down. I will not be denied. Heh...I will not go quietly into the night. I’ll take my place at the top of this mountain. At the top of this dominion. It will be MY Dominion. The DPW World Championship will be mine. I’ll be the ruler of this roster. The Queen of Anarchy….”
The camera cuts to right in front of Adrianna as she opens her eyes. Shockingly, they aren’t her normal brown but are an eerie white with black pupils in the center.
“...And the Fucking King...of the World!!”
The smile that slowly creeps across her lips makes her just look all the more eerie as the shot finally cuts to black. The last thing we hear, more broken up as if coming from an old radio is the voice of Johnny Cash….
“And I heard...as it were...one of the four beasts saying...come and see...and I saw. Behold...a white horse….”
The video package ends as abruptly as it started….
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Marissa Viskan and Karla Jeffries controlled the tag team match early on as Karla and Meggy started the match off for their teams. Meggy brought the fight to Karla but quick thinking and dirty tactics turned the match over in Karla’s favor where she then managed to proverbially cut the ring in half, keeping Meggy on her and Marissa’s side. From there it was all fast tags and frequent two on ones, picking apart Meggy as much as they could until Meggy managed to catch Karla, when she was legal again, with a Slingblade takedown before dragging herself over to her corner and got in a hot tag to Lara Blackheart!
The crowd exploded or the daughter of Easy V as she jumped into the ring just as Karla tagged in Marissa. Lara went on a hot tear, dropping Marissa repeatedly with dropkicks and springboard elbows, working up her momentum. Karla made it back up and got back into the ring to help her tag partner out but ate a few shots from Lara as well before America’s Sweetheart planted her with a ROCK BOTTOM, sending her out of the ring! This left her open, however and she turned around right into a painful sounding SUPERKICK from Marissa Viskan, earning the Coven member a near fall! As Lara and Marissa continued to brawl, Karla set up Meggy for a piledriver... but was suddenly hit from behind by Azumi Koshiba, who cracked her kendo stick right over Karla's head! She stumbled right into a facebuster by Meggy, who covered her for the pin at 17:42
WINNERS: LARA BLACKHEART & MEGGY SPARKLES
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This match was certainly a spectacle as it was a demonstration of pure submission wrestling versus technical power. LeeAnn immediately showed that she had experience and ruthlessness on her side as she went straight for the limbs of Tolson-Anderson, using armbars, ankle locks and kneebars to try and wear the human suplex machine down and make her power moves almost impossible to perform. She didn’t count on Samantha’s resiliency, however as the Pretty Little Hate Machine still made a comeback and started showing off her power. Biting through the pain in her arms and knees from LeeAnn’s assault, Samantha Tolson-Anderson took the veteran wrestler on a suplex ride, using the crowd’s chants for motivation; landing a suplex here, a powerbomb there, on top of drilling LeeAnn with brutal strikes to wear her down as well. Not too long went by before both women had beaten the other into a state of exhaustion and were goading each other on to keep on bringing it! Finally, LeeAnn locked a rear naked choke on the younger woman, only for Samantha to smartly shift her weight, flipping backwards so that LeeAnn was trapped under her for the pin at 20:28
WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON
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"Trust. It's such a small word... yet one that has such big meaning."
The camera opens on a dark, very dimly lit room. Almost nothing could be seen, save for Alex Brody sitting in solitude in the corner. She sits with her knees pulled to her chest, her eyes gazing lifelessly at the floor.
"All it takes is putting your trust in the wrong person one time to break parts of you that you didn't even knew existed. I thought I knew myself. Who I was, what I was.... I thought my heart was good and pure. And you know? Maybe it was."
She sighed, stretching out a little to reveal a black bag which she held close to her chest.
"But the day I found out love and trust were nothing but a lie? My heart was broken. Corrupted. Completely obliterated. And maybe I needed that. My friends used to playfully tell me I was too sweet and too precious to even exist in this world. So maybe that bubble was bound to burst at some point."
"But now... ever since that happened... I can hear her. She got out for a while, and a lot of people got hurt. So I locked her up, deep down, where she could never hurt anyone again. But she's stirring. She wants out. She wants blood. And I don't know how long I can keep her locked away this time."
She looked at the bag, shaking her head.
"Why can't you leave me alone? Just let me hurt in peace. Instead of constantly trying to get me to help you... please... leave me alone."
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The ladder match to crown the first ever DPW World Champion was an absolute war from the moment the bell rang. Lash Donohue immediately set out to start turning the ringside area into a hazard zone when he rolled out of the ring and started setting up ladder bridges and tables. He got one table set up against the barricade and four stacked 2x2 by one side of the ring while Rick Dickulous and Alex Brody both made mad dashes for a ladder each. Adrianna Salvatore honed in on The Diamond, meanwhile, surprising him -- and the fans -- as Donohue turned and got hit with a MOAB Launch, sending him right into the barricade table, causing it to explode on impact!
Adrianna joined the battle between Rick and Alex which saw Alex Brody using her speed and agility versus Rick’s immense power. Before long, Lash Donohue was back on his feet and came in like a madman, swinging a steel chair. A shot for Rick. A shot for Alex. A shot for Adrianna right as she came in and tried to MOAB him again. As he began climbing the ladder for that pristine prize, however, Alex Brody was the first one to her feet, climbing up on the other side. After a brief slugfest at the top, Alex showed some surprising brutality by SLAMMING Lash’s face into the top of the ladder. This stunned him and left him open to...SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB from Alex Brody, sending them both crashing down to the mat! As those two writhed on the mat, Rick Dickulous began making a slow, exhausted climb himself. Alex Brody got to her feet and was just about to reach for Rick’s kilt when -- MOAB LAUNCH OUT OF NOWHERE BY ADRIANNA SALVATORE!!!!!
Adrianna Salvatore wasted no time, no gloating as she got up from delivering her spear and grabbed Rick by the back of his kilt. He struggled and tried to hold on but the Queen Of Anarchy managed to yank him off the ladder! Rick landed on his feet but right into a rear waistlock by Salvatore. To the shock of the audience and commentary team -- GERMAN SUPLEX TO THE CANADIAN GIANT!!! Getting back to her feet, Adrianna made the climb now. The crowd started going nuts as she made it to the top of the ladder, uncontested. She was reaching for the title. She had her fingers on it!! Suddenly the crowd started booing like mad as TYLER GREY came over the barricade and slid into the ring. The commentary went nuts as he grabbed the ladder and tipped it over to the side, sending Adrianna Salvatore plummeting off and THROUGH the 2x2 stack of tables Lash Donohue had set up earlier.
All four tables explode as Adrianna crashes through them and Tyler Grey slides out of the ring and mounts her into a ground and pound, raining fists down across her head and face, screaming foul obscenities at her. The crowd briefly pops as MIA HAYASHI comes hauling ass down the ramp and attempts to get the raving psycho off of her fiance but all she gets is a brutal right hook across the jaw for her troubles before security comes in and pulls him away. Mia lies on the floor, out cold while Adrianna lies in the rubble of the 4 tables, wearing the infamous crimson mask.
While Alex and Lash exchanged punches at the top of the ladder, Rick used his immense power to flip the entire ladder, dropping both wrestlers to the floor! That left him with a clear route to set the ladder back up, and climb to the top, grabbing the belt to become the first DPW World Champion at 24:51!!!
WINNER AND NEW CHAMPION: RICK DICKULOUS