Post by DPW Commish on Mar 16, 2020 20:06:32 GMT -5
After the opening video, Scott Leroux and Christian Young made their introductions to themselves and to the show, before ushering the fans right to the first match of the evening...
Mayhem opened up hot with this one as it had been a brewing rivalry between these two members of The Coven - Karla Jeffries & Marissa Viskan - and the Koshiba sisters. Azumi Koshiba opted to start the match for her team, demanding Marissa Viskan from The Coven start for her side. Marissa accepted, nodding and goading her on. The bell rang...and Marissa tagged in Karla, throwing Azumi the middle finger. Karla gave a sly grin and got into the ring, looking passed Azumi and blowing a mock kiss to Akane whom she was supposed to wrestle at Black Mass, but of course Belphegor chokeslammed Akane onto the stage instead. Akane stood on the apron, eerily calm and focused as she watched Karla. She said something in Japanese to Azumi and the two legal women began to circle in the ring. As soon as they locked up, Azumi exploded into action, driving knees into Karla’s ribs and just feeding her stiff Strong Style forearms to the jaw. Azumi had a vendetta against the Coven and she was going to get her payback.
Azumi spent much of the beginning of the match just laying into Karla before Azumi ran in for a corner attack but Karla tripped her into a drop toehold, making her eat the middle turnbuckle of a neutral corner. Karla quickly followed up with a double knee drop to Azumi’s back before rolling to her corner and tagged in Marissa. Marissa came in all hot, angry new attitude, talking shit the whole way as she approached Azumi and began to pick up where Karla left off, stomping and laying knees into the younger Koshiba sister. As she stood her up, Marissa choked her out with a boot to the throat and Akane tried to get in to break it up but the referee ran up to stop her. With the distraction in place, Karla ran over and held Azumi’s arms. Marissa walked right over behind the ref, flipped Akane off then hit a running big boot right to the face of Azumi. When the ref turned his attention back to the match, Marissa was dominating Azumi with brutal kicks and knees, taunting her with the chance to tag her sister in before hair whipping her down to the mat. Things turned around when Marissa whipped Azumi into the ropes and Azumi came back with a desperate flying knee to the face, stunning Marissa as they both hit the mat. Akane slapped the turnbuckle, sticking her hand out as Azumi crawled towards her. Marissa made it to her feet, grabbed Azumi’s foot but Azumi spun and nailed her with an enziguri before getting the hot tag into Akane. Akane jumped into the ring and launched herself across, forearming Karla off of the apron then turned and nailed Marissa with a spinning heel kick. Marissa exploded up and Akane hit her again. Marissa exploded back up. Another heel kick. Marissa exploded back up again. Akane went for another kick. Marissa ducked, Akane spun and Marissa smashed her in the jaw with a forearm. Akane stumbled...and just looked at Marissa with a terrifying gaze as she spit off to the side and goaded the Coven member to bring it the fuck on.
The two began trading off kicks, letting the other lay into them until on one of Marissa’s turns, she feigned and kicked Akane in the knee of the leg she had visible wrapping on under her kneepad. Akane dropped. Marissa came off the ropes. BITCH KILLA!!!!! She went for the cover but Azumi came diving in with a double axe handle at 2.9 and broke it up. As Akane nursed her knee, Marissa tagged Karla back in to get some for herself and Karla went right for the leg, kicking, stomping and torquing it with any hold she knew. Finally, she pulled Akane up and went for a sleeper hold but Akane displayed some of her grappling training and nailed a Judo hip throw, tossing Karla over onto the mat. As Karla got up and turned, Akane sprung right into action and began throwing hands and what kicks she could, granted her attacked knee. She absolutely laid into Karla with fast paced yet precise strikes (44 to be exact) before finally hitting a spinning back elbow, rocking her (strike 45). Next came a pele kick to the jaw, knocking Karla on her ass (strike 46). Akane hurried to her feet, biting through the pain. Azumi slapped the turnbuckle, clapping her hands to get the fans behind her sister as Akane let out a battle cry and came off the ropes, NAILING Karla with a sliding forearm, completing her signature - AK-47!! Akane went for the pin but Marissa was there to yank her out of the ring. Before she could start laying into her, however, Azumi came running off of the apron with a cannonball senton, bringing Marissa down to the floor.Things were starting to really escalate in the match and the Koshibas looked like they were about to maintain dominance in the match. It was just a few minutes later when Azumi had tagged herself back in that Karla charged past her and nailed Akane with a flying knee, knocking her off the apron and into the security barricade. As the ref leaned through the ropes to see if Akane was alright, Marissa Viskan slipped into the ring and struck Azumi right across the face with her own kendo stick she used with her entrance. Viskan made a quick slip out of the ring as Karla rolled Azumi up and Marissa called the ref’s attention back to the ring where he made the count. 1...2...3!
Winners: The Coven
Time: 22:01
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We shift backstage as the camera finds Adrianna Salvatore walking through the parking lot area, into the arena. She’s not booked tonight so she doesn’t have her bag but she’s dressed in black jeans, tanktop, open hoodie and her Sex & Violence cap flipped backwards on her head. The camera follows her through the halls where she’s greeted by a backstage attendant.
Attendant: Oh! Hi, Adrianna.
Adrianna: Sup?
Attendant: Not much. If you’re looking for y’alls locker room, it’s down this hall. Fourth on the right.
Adrianna: Thanks. Mia here yet?
Attendant: Haven’t seen her.
Adrianna gives the man a slap on the side of his shoulder and just heads down the hallway towards Sex & Violence’s locker room before the camera cuts away as she reaches the door and walks in.
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The bell rang, both men shook hands as a sign of good sportsmanship and respect for one another before circling the ring and locking up. It was Dasari’s puroresu and aerial ability versus Klazzic’s stiff hitting King’s Road style as the highflyer used his agility and keen instinct to combat Matt’s overall brutal, classic style of hard hits and vicious suplexes and drivers. The match truly was a back and forth contest as it became apparent that both men had studied the other vividly to learn what to look out for. The two kept each other on their toes so well that, around mid match, after a trade off of strikes and counters, they exchanged another handshake before turning to get the crowd all riled up.
The two continued their back and forth contest, taking the fight to the outside for a bit where Dasari was really able to show off his highflying by coming off of the ropes with maneuvers like Arabian Press Moonsaults. Matt Klazzic also showed his power, catching Dasari off the apron during a crossbody attempt and flipped him into an Exploder Suplex onto the ringside floor before throwing him back into the ring to keep them from being counted out and continue their match. Ishaan Dasari continued to show his heart and drive against his stronger opponent but it was Matt Klazzic who picked up the victory, delivering a Burning Hammer to the highflyer for the 3 count.
Winner: Matt Klazzic
Time: 10:46
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The camera opens up on a softly lit interview room where we are greeted by Dominion Pro Wrestling interviewer, Robert Allen. The camera focuses closely on him at first as he greets viewers.
Robert Allen: Ladies and gentlemen, hello and welcome. My name is Robert Allen and I’m one of the interview staff for DPW. Tonight, I’d like to ask you to join me as we have a very special guest for our first sit down interview. A man who really needs no introduction. He’s become a decorated champion several times over in the wrestling world. He’s made friends. He’s made enemies. An ordained minister outside of the wrestling ring. Folks, please join me in welcoming the CEO and Owner of Dominion Pro Wrestling, The King of Pain, Judas Lasher. Mr. Lasher, welcome sir.
Sitting across from the interviewer, in what appeared to be his personal office, was the man himself. Judas Lasher. Dressed in a black and purple suit, long hair tied back in a slicked back ponytail, he somehow looked even more menacing dressed-up and smiling than he did in the ring.
Judas Lasher: Thank you, Robert. And welcome. I assure you, no question you wish to ask me is off-limits.
Robert Allen: My pleasure, sir. So, let’s start off for those who might be new to the wrestling scene. Give the viewers a brief history lesson, if you would. Who is Judas Lasher to the world of professional wrestling? How did you start off and what are some of your proudest moments of your career?
Lasher: I joined the FWF, 'Frontier Wrestling Federation', about 25 years ago. My best friend and myself were recruited by a wrestler named Drane Sky, who was putting together the original lineup of a stable he called The Dominion of Pain. At the time I wasn't yet the "king of pain", or anything like it. I was a young, hotheaded kid who frankly had nothing to separate him from the rest other than a strong work ethic and more than a touch of sadism. I didn't truly begin to make a name for myself until Sky decided to dedicate himself more to tag team wrestling, and decided to begin a trial for me, to see if I was worthy to lead The Dominion. Obviously, I passed the trials... and the moment I became the leader was undoubtedly the proudest moment of my career. Because it showed that I'd fully earned not only the respect, but the trust and brotherhood of a man I truly saw as my mentor.
Robert Allen: You said Drane Sky set forth a trial for you to test your worth as a leader. Can you go into more detail on that?
Lasher: He had The Dominion turn on me, right after a match. Just... beat the living hell out of me and leave me on my own. He made it look as though they were against me. That each of them were trying to destroy me. What Sky was doing though, was seeing if I had the fortitude and strength to get past being betrayed, and to fight my way through each Dominion member. Which, obviously.... I did.
Robert Allen: And the rest, of course, is history as we know it. Thank you, sir. So, moving on from there, you lead the Dominion of Pain into a new era. You made some allies and you also made some enemies. Who are some of the more memorable opponents you faced during your career?
Lasher: I'd say the most obvious would be Vlad Blackheart. We've been friends, enemies, and everything in between. My best matches were with him, my best promos involved him in some way... he was my brother, and I'll never forget him. My toughest opponent though... easily William Mannheim. We literally beat the hell out of each other until we ended up friends. The most resilient opponent? Joshua LeSomme. 'The Angel of Suffering'. Craziest son of a bitch I've ever wrestled. He never got the win over me he so desperately wanted... but damn if he didn't keep coming back again and again.
Robert actually chuckles a little as if he’s remembering.
Robert Allen: I actually remember watching you and LeSomme back then. Some of my favorite moments, truly. Anyway, we’ll come back to that later, perhaps off the record. You mentioned Vlad Blackheart and William Mannheim. Fans have been buzzing for awhile now for one more match: The King of Pain versus The Mangler. Would that be something you’d be willing to see happen?
Lasher: Well... if it did happen? I can almost assure you it would be a dual-retirement match. For several reasons. First? William and myself have evolved beyond wanting to cause that kind of pain upon one another. Second? Because we've both discussed the desire to end our careers against one another. I would just... most certainly leave Alessandra in the back for that one.
Robert Allen: I can understand your decision there. Speaking of Alessandra, if you don’t mind me going there: the widow of the late, great Vlad Blackheart and the mother of one of your proteges, Lara Blackheart. Some say you and her found each other in tragedy. Would you say that’s true? How did you and Alessandra Chastain...come to be?
Lasher: I'd be lying if I said I didn't always find Alessandra to be a gorgeous, interesting woman. And when she married Vlad, I instantly thought of her as family, as I did with him. The three of us were almost inseparable. I was the best man at their wedding, if you can believe that. I never had a child of my own, so I took being asked to be their child's godfather very seriously. And when Vlad passed away... Alessandra and myself comforted each other. As friends. As family. But when I returned to NFW, to defend Lara and avenge my friend's name and memory... we began to connect on a more intimate level. And now... I can't even imagine my life without her in it.
Robert Allen nods.
Robert Allen: The return of The Dominion of Pain, to the wrestling ring. I’d argue that moment will go down in the history of the business as one of the top 10. So, from there, my next question is one a lot of people have been buzzing about. You were the World Heavyweight Champion in NFW. Top of the roster. There’s still some people who’d like to know, why vacate the title and walk away? You stepped away from the company that you spent your entire career in - a move that admittedly, almost shut the company down - and now here we sit in Dominion Pro Wrestling. What drove you and those who followed in your footsteps towards that decision?
Lasher: I wanted Vlad to lead The Dominion. I was grooming him for years, the way Sky had groomed me. When he passed... my first reaction was to bequeath the leadership to Lara. But eventually... I realized that the best way to pay tribute to my friend wasn't simply giving something meant for him to his child... no, the best way was to instead blaze a new path, for his child and for the entire new generation. Instead of keeping The Dominion as a small, exclusive stable... expand it to be a company. A company run both in his memory and in the way I know he would have wanted it to be run. I have all the respect in the world for Steven Brody, and I wish NFW well. But I needed to do this, and waiting was not an option.
Robert Allen: Well so far, it appears you’re doing a great job. On that note, let’s close this out. Would you care to tell the fans watching, the men and women sitting at home right now and watching from the arena: DPW is still in its infancy, so to speak. What can fans expect from Dominion Pro, moving into the future?
Lasher: I hope to see this promotion flourish. But to be sure... I have no aspirations of DPW becoming popular worldwide, or being a huge moneymaker. My goal is to have DPW be a small, elite company, where the best of the best come to ply their trade. Where people are rewarded for their hard work, not for who they know. And where I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the greatest man I've ever known would be proud to see his child work.
Robert Allen: Thank you, Mr. Lasher. I appreciate you taking the time to share your memories and knowledge with us. We look forward to seeing what Dominion Pro has to bring to the table that is the wrestling world. With that said, Scott, Christian, back to you guys.
The camera pans out as a close out shot while Robert Allen and Judas Lasher both stand and shake hands, ending the interview.
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The camera cuts backstage and we’re greeted once again by Adrianna Salvatore, sans hoodie this time. She’s walking briskly through the arena with a sense of purpose, a little annoyed at the very least. She stops another backstage attendant, almost abruptly with a hand on his chest. The man, who’s actually shorter than Adrianna, freezes like a deer in headlights.
Adrianna: Hey man, you seen Mia around?
The attendant just stares at the physically imposing woman as if he’s not sure what to say. Adrianna holds a hand palm down level at about her chest.
Adrianna: Not gonna hurt you dude! I’m looking for Mia. Short little Asian girl, comes up to about right here. Dresses like the kinda girl you wanna make bad decisions with in high school and probably roasted you on the way by.
The attendant relaxes a little...pauses...shakes his head.
Attendant: Nah. Haven’t seen her.
Adrianna: Oh for fuck’s sake.
Adrianna is followed by the camera as she pulls out her phone, dials and holds it to her ear. She walks and walks as it rings, asking people here and there if they’ve seen Mia. Nothing. She stops when she hears Mia’s obnoxiously yet adorable voicemail message on the other end.
Adrianna: Mouse! Babe, where are you? Lash wants to go over strategy for yours and his match tonight. You need to pick up the damn phone and call me back. Are you even at the arena? Mouse, I sweeeaaar if you’re at a costume shop trying to put together a last minute biohazard suit I’m gonna beat your little ass. Call me back. Love you.
She hangs up the phone, puts it away and sighs in exasperation.
Adrianna: Where the hell is this girl?
Adrianna walks past the camera, continuing her search as the shot cuts away again.
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Alex and Samantha started the match off well enough with Jenn Drew lurking around the ringside area, shouting out words of encouragement to her client and friend. The two battled with a fierceness about them, both wanting to prove something right now. Samantha was able to get the early advantage as she forearm from Alex and laid in a few of her own, staggering the young woman back into the ropes. She would send Alex off the ropes, delivering a clothesline before picking Alex up and hitting a massive brainbuster that would result in a nearfall. Samantha would continue to press the advantage, laying in stiff strikes that echoed throughout the arena. Alex looked like she was in dire straits here as she was thrown into the corner. Samantha came charging in, but Jenn hopped up onto the apron quickly and pulled Alex out of the way and the ref admonished her for it. Jenn shrugged her shoulders and it was at this point, Alex was able to take over the match.
Alex grabbed Samantha, turning her around and delivering a shotgun dropkick before following up with a running senton that resulted in a nearfall for her. Jenn stood on the outside, yelling for Alex to channel that anger of hers, use it. And eventually, you could see the expression on Alex’s face change and all emotion seemed to leave it. Jenn stood there, watching on, waiting to see what was about to happen, a little concern on her face, but a smile as well as she told her friend to go for the win. Alex nodded her head and went right on the attack. She absolutely started wailing on Samantha, keeping the woman on her back foot. Alex delivered a superkick eventually and then she was able to deliver Call of Cthulhu, but instead of stopping there for the cover, she picked up the limp body of Samantha. She grabbed the woman by the wrists and looked down at Jenn who had a bit more of a concerned look on her face, but she stood there, silent and looking on. Alex turned her attention back to Samantha, delivering two The Ends before finally hooking the leg and getting the win at 27:19
Winner: Alex Brody
Time: 27:19
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"Lash?" The camera focused in on a VERY worried Lara Blackheart, arms crossed over her chest as she stood at the doorway of Sex & Violence's dressing room, black tanktop and leather skirt paired up with clunky black combat boots. "Dude, you in there?"
"OH hey!" Lash had been executing a set of pull-ups on the crossbeam which ran the length of the roof when he heard Lara's voice from the doorway. He held on with one hand and waved before letting go. A cloud of dust billowed up around his chain-wrapped boots as he let himself fall. "Lara! You don't seem your usual smartass self. You haven't even called me a derogatory name yet! What's the haps? Where's my shithead tag partner?" He raised an eyebrow. He could sense Lara didn't have trace of humor right now..
"Yeah... that's the issue." Lara said, blinking as she furrowed her brow in concern. "Nobody's seen Mia all day. Not even Adrianna. This isn't like her. Not at ALL."
Again, that singular eyebrow came up. No. That's not like Mia. "Woah! I was thinking the same! Usually you can hear her voice about five minutes before you can see her, but there's no sign of her. I thought she was just ignoring my calls because she's a dick." Lash patted Lara's shoulder. "Hey, I know this is a little alarming. I just hope she's being a Hayashi and making a fashionably uncool late entrance!" Lash said this. Yet, Lara's face was saying the opposite. She knew something was very wrong and he sighed as he sensed it. "I mean. I really hope I'm right."
He got his phone off the coffee table, put it on speaker and punched in her number. Both Lara's and Lash's faces reflected the same level of concern as it rang out. "Oh. Crud."
Lash tried, against the grain to get a smile out of Lara. He pointed to the drinks on the table and shook his head. "Are you telling me I dunked my nuts in her smoothie for nothing?"
Lara couldn't help but laugh then, shaking her head. "Alright, alright." She said, patting him on the shoulder and taking a deep breath. "This'll work out. I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason she hasn't been here. Meanwhile, just get ready. I have my gear in my locker. I'll get ready and be your partner tonight."
Lash nodded, and then he smiled appreciatively. "You? Kickass! Here I was, mentally steeling myself for a handicap match, and here you come to save the day! I know that I don't say this very often, but you're freakin' AWESOME." Fists were extended, and bumped. "Alrighty, let's do it. Get ya shit together, we is gon' get our tag on!"
"Yeah...." Lara said with a saucy wink, giving him a playful hip-bump. "What can I say? I'm the motherfuckin' biggity-bomb, yo."
"Get the heck outta here!" He laughed as he reached for the cup on the table. "Hey, hey! Lara! Since Mouse ain't here, you got yaself a free smoothie! Drink it down while it's still cold!"
Lara just looked at him, slowly shaking her head. "My god. You got more issues than my local comic book store." She let out a deep breath, for a moment appearing to be serious. "You KNOW it'd be way funnier if you got Meggy to down your pube-smoothie..."
He stroked his chin and a Grinch-like smile crossed his face as he nodded, handing Lara the cup "Ya know what to do!"
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Due to Mia Hayashi still nowhere to be found, she was replaced in the tag team match by Lara Blackheart. Lash Donohue and Owen Leroux started things off with Leroux keeping Donohue on his toes with his speed and agility. Anyone that had watched Donohue in the ring before, however, knew that the Diamond, had the nickname for good reason as he was durable and could take damage like the best of them. In the first few moments, Lash just took what Leroux gave him with a smile and egged him on to keep it coming before he started fighting back with his own arsenal of strikes and technical offense. He started mounting a comeback against Owen and the son of the Tapout King made a tag to Mary Williams. At first, Mary Williams appeared to be the fresh change of pace that her and Owen’s team needed as she brought in her own stiff strikes and classic wrestling maneuvers to wear Lash down. Lash still had some gas in the tank and wasn’t letting Mary just hammer into him, however, and eventually worked her back into the corner where he went for his cannonball senton into the corner. Mary managed to slide out of the way however and Lash flew right into the corner, getting stuck in the Tree of Woe. Mary quickly capitalized, climbing up onto the apron and to the top turnbuckle as Lash struggled to pull himself up. She came crashing down with a double footstomp to his chest, freeing him from being trapped. Lash rolled out of the ring, trying to catch a breather and when he had to get back into the ring, he did so - smartly - near his corner and tagged in Lara.
Lara used everything straight out of her father’s book to take it to both Mary and Owen as they tagged back and forth. Lara, at one point, immediately going to work on Owen’s legs so to prevent him from taking to the skies. As the match went on and Lash got back into it, his exchanges with Owen and Mary both turned into essential brawls. He still stuck to some actual wrestling as he dished out Springboard Tornado DDTs and Enziguris to keep his and Lara’s opponents on their toes.The Sex & Violence representatives continued to bring the fight to Owen Leroux and Mary Williams until their persistance paid off and they picked up a victory after Lara Blackheart delivered a ripcord lariat to Mary Williams, dubbed by her as The Poontang Boomerang. Mary flipped inside out from the impact and Lara went for the cover, scoring the 3 count for her and her partner as Lash kept Owen on the outside.
Winners: Sex & Violence
Time: 15:42
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Kimi Smalls was bent over in the middle of the hallway in front of the individual locker rooms, her head nearly touching the floor as she wrapped her arms around her calves. Not too far away was her twin brother, Kyle. Knowing the type of assholes they worked with, he was keeping an eye on her while she had her self in such compromising positions. Well, that, and he was bored. His show was between seasons, and he hadn't exactly picked up any momentum yet.
"Can you believe I got the first shot at the Hellfire Championship?" Kimi turned her head to look at her brother.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "I'm sure offering to bang Tommy in the shower after the rematch on Twitter helped."
Kimi chortled and walked her hands up the wall until she was standing up straight. "Not exactly, but it did get Vince's attention."
"Still not sure why you wanted it," Kyle shook his head with a sigh. "You are the one who ended things with him."
"I did," Kimi nodded. "I have my reasons for that. He knows... some of them. I'm moving on now. I'm just not looking to get into another relationship any time soon." She continued stretching, "despite the fact that it had been a couple of years since I ran away after signing Jason's divorce papers, I still wasn't ready for something new. It's probably going to be a long time before I will be."
"Probably doesn't help that among other things, Jason tricked you into marrying him when you had just started dating while mom was trying to sue you," Kyle reminded her.
After being given a painful reminder of her past, Kimi growled and balled up her fist and punched her twin brother in the nose, knocking him back into a crew member before stomping off angrily.
The camera followed her as she made her way to catering and picked up a water bottle. She took a long drink before looking at the camera. "Look, I think that it's safe to say that I've been through a lot of shit. But don't judge me based on that. Watch me in the ring and then see who I am. Because by the end of the night, I can guarantee you that I will be Hellfire Champion, and the fact that Tommy won it at Black Mass was nothing more than a mistake, and the true lunatic of DPW shall emerge victoriously. Because I guarantee that you will never be able to go as hard as me, Tommy. You'll never be as good. You'll never show the raw power and talent that I will. I will be the craziest thing that all of Dominion Pro Wrestling has ever seen, and I will be talked about for years to come." She paused, scratching her chin, "no... make that decades." She winked, walking away.
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Right as the referee turned to call for the bell, Veronica got the early advantage on Katie via a deliberate eye rake and took her down to the mat with a hair grab takedown. Veronica got down and proceeded to paintbrush Katie's face with backhands but Katie managed to catch her wrists at one point, breaking away from Taylor and sending her reeling with a modified version of her Hokuto No Ken and then dragging her to her feet. Irish whip by Katie, reversal and a lariat attempt by Veronica but Katie sidestepped and reeled her into a cradle pin for a quick pin attempt, Veronica kicked out at 2.Katie dragged Veronica back to her feet but the ref didn't see as once more, Taylor raked the eyes. Kick to the gut, here it is! UGGO REMOV..no! Katie got the fans on their feet as she twisted free, spun Veronica around and dumped her with a vicious DARK RIDE for the three-count at 7:09!
Winner: Katie Montes
Time: 7:09
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Sanada and Buzzsaw came out and the two of them went right after it. The two men fought back and forth the entire match, showing the crowd just how badly they wanted to win this match. Buzzsaw had the upper hand early, taking Sanada and keeping him off balance and making sure he wasn’t able to use his speed and striking ability. Buzzsaw pressed Sanada, delivering a few well placed strikes of his own, backing the Japanese star into the corner. Buzzsaw got a running start, delivering a running knee strike before following it up with a bulldog out of the corner and getting a near fall. Buzzsaw continued to press though, using his skilled feet to continue keeping Sanada off balance, but Buzzsaw went for a roundhouse kick that Sanada was able to duck and come back with a discus back elbow that dropped Buzzsaw to a knee.
Sanda pressed on, hitting the ropes, delivering a running knee strike that resulted in a nearfall. Buzzsaw rolled out of the ring, and Sanada saw his opening, hitting the ropes and diving over the top, taking Buzzsaw down with a Fosbury Flop much to the enjoyment of the crowd who started really getting behind him. Sanada continue the punishment on the floor for a little bit before rolling him into the ring. Sanada gets into the ring and sees Buzzsaw in perfect position as he goes for Hyper Jump, but Buzzsaw was able to get his knees up. Buzzsaw picked Sanada up, looking for a snap kick, but Sanada was able to block and deliver a dragon suplex with a bridge and getting the three count at 18:22
Winner: Koichi Sanada
Time: 18:22
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Christian Young sits in what appears to be a living room filled with various comic book collectibles and framed posters. The oversized brown suede chair he sits in makes him seem small; his light blue suit jacket contrasts perfectly with the backdrop of the suede, his blue and yellow striped power tie neatly knotted and centred perfectly at his throat and resting neatly under the collar of a navy blue dress shirt.
He smiles into the camera genuinely, drawing in a deep breath before launching into his intro:
Young: I'm Christian Young, and today, I have the honor and privilege of sitting down with second-generation superstar and inaugural DPW World Champion Rick Dickulous. Thanks for doing this, Rick!
The shot switches to Rick, smiling and nodding off screen, presumably at Christian Young. He sits on an oversized brown suede couch, an oval shaped, glass topped, modern art coffee table in front of him.
Dickulous: No problem, bud! Glad you could make it! Didja find the place ok? I mean, it's not exactly the easiest place to find and all. You want a drink guy?
Young: Just some water would be great. So... right off the bat, the obvious question: how did it feel to become the first-ever DPW World Champion?
Rick stands up from the couch and walks off screen as the camera pans to watch the large man enter an open concept kitchen. The stainless steel appliances stand out brilliantly against the black granite countertops; Rick opens the fridge and retrieves a pitcher of water, closing the door with a thud.
Dickulous: I mean, I've won championships before, right? I mean, I won the Silver Mountain Championship TWICE in NFW...but, winning the World Title?
Rick opens a cupboard and removes two pint glasses from an upper shelf. He places them on the counter and begins filling them slowly, carefully.
Dickulous: Now I see what my old man meant when he said you never forget your first one. He's right, I don't think I ever will. Adrianna, Alex, Lash, and myself in a ladder match for the World Championship? If that doesn't put asses in seats, I don't know what will, bud!
Rick finishes filling the glasses and gently picks them up in one massive hand, picking up the pitcher in the other hand and heading back to the table. He places a glass in front of Christian, a glass in front of himself, and the pitcher of water on the coffee table before sitting back down.
Young: Speaking of your father... William Mannheim is a bona fide legend in this business, having taken part in some of the most memorable matches and feuds in history, particularly his series of death matches with now-partner Judas Lasher. Do you feel any kind of pressure, whether by him, by yourself, or by fans, to live up to the legacy he set?
Dickulous: My old man is a legend, sure he is...and I love him for everything he's done for me, and for this business. Hell, he and Judas pulled the wool over everyone's eyes for YEARS. I know he supports me, even if he doesn't openly say it all the time.
Rick picks up his glass and takes a long drink before setting it back down
Dickulous: From myself? I just want to be the best champion I can be - this is a huge step up for me, and I need to set the bar as high as possible. Being the inaugural champion of Dominion Pro Wrestling is a huge honour, and I want to make sure I can emulate that every time I step into that ring. As for pressure from the fans? Have you HEARD the arena when that chainsaw revs over the speakers? If anything, they give me the strength and determination I need to get the job done day in and day out.
Young: The reaction from the fans is definitely a driving force for most of us. I still remember the reactions I got years ago when I joined The Dominion. The passion behind every fan who jeered me was intoxicating. So… now that you’re at the top of the mountain here, as you look down at the challengers climbing their way up, who are some of the wrestlers that catch your attention the most? Who do you see being some of the toughest defenses coming your way?
Rick shoots a sly smile across at Christian.
Dickulous: Truth? I can think of two men and two women off the top of my head. Alex Brody, who is a very close friend of mine...she's a sleeper, and people underestimate what she's capable of. Truth be told? She could probably give me a run for my money, assuming she sticks to doing what she does best. Adrianna Salvatore? There's my second woman, and one hell of a competitor. Again, another friend, and sometimes that's the hardest part about being on top of the mountain - friendships mean squat. Everyone wants what I've got, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna lay down and let someone pin me; you want the title? Earn it. Beat me. Pin my shoulders to the mat.
Rick shrugs, reaching again for his glass of water, downing half of the remnants before setting it back down. He points at Christian Young as he raises his hand from the glass with a thoughtful nod.
Dickulous: Then we flip to the men. The biggest dark horse on that side? Owen Leroux. Hands down. I ran with Owen in NFW as a part of The Great White North, and let me tell you, that guy is a fucking BEAST in the ring. Never gives up, never goes down without a fight. Now, right now I'm sure I have people right where I want them...chomping at the bit to know who would be a tougher defense than these three amazing athletes, am I right?
Young nods at Rick, leaning forward slightly in his seat, drawn in by Rick's commentary.
Dickulous: It's easy….and it's one many wouldn't think of. He's a legend in this business...he's fast, he's tough, and he played a huge role in shaping who I am today. He's also my father - yes, William "The Mangler" Mannheim. If he ever decided to make a run at the championship again, I don't honestly know who'd win...but at the end of the day, one of us would...and that match? That would put asses in seats, Christian. It would definitely put asses in seats.
Young: I cannot think of ANYONE who wouldn’t buy a ticket to see that match, Rick. It would be hard to watch for some of us… but also impossible to look away from. In closing, what would you like to say to the fans of DPW, and more importantly, the fans of Rick Dickulous?
Dickulous: For fans of DPW? Simple. Buckle the fuck up, bud...because Big Rick is just getting started, and Big Rick don't play no shit! Wait..no...that's Gator from The Other Guys. Still, buckle the fuck up!
Rick reaches for his glass in front of him and lifts it to his mouth, downing the last of the remaining liquid and gently sets it back down.
Dickulous: For fans of Rick Dickulous? Don't you worry, guy! Whether I'm sawing down another competitor in singles matches, or in a tag match with my best bud, Matt Klazzic, you can rest assured that Rick Dickulous isn't going anywhere anytime soon. I fought my way to where I am now with all of their support, and I'll continue to fight until I can't - either through injury or knockout. Every single one of my fans will give me the strength and determination I need to keep the DPW Heavyweight Championship safe and sound around the waist of the biggest obstacle anyone in this promotion has ever faced.
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Krule and Smalls came out swinging, and Tommy absolutely came out like a man on fire, but Kimi stopped it for a few minutes early on as she was able to deliver a dropkick and then follow up with a tornado DDT, but that was about it from her. From there, she would try to deliver a springboard moonsault, but Tommy was able to get out of the way and cause Kimi to hit nothing but the mat. Tommy would take over from there. Tommy would pick Kimi up, delivering a brainbuster before picking her back up and sending her into the ropes. Kimi came off the ropes, only to be met with a discus clothesline that would result in a nearfall for Tommy.
Tommy would then begin to introduce weapons. He grabbed a few steel chairs and threw them into the ring before sliding back into the ring. Tommy continued to press, picking Kimi up, delivering a buckle bomb into the light tubes before hitting the ropes and delivering a big boot that drove Kimi down into the chairs resulted in a nearfall again.
You could see the frustration on his face as he yelled at Kimi to stay down, but he was met with a slap to the face by Kimi. This would prove to be a mistake though as Tommy picked Kimi up to her feet, hitting the ropes again. Tommy went for a lariat, but Kimi was able to avoid it and deliver a superkick that staggered Tommy a little bit. Kimi would follow it up as she delivered a satellite DDT right onto the chairs, but as she went for a cover, Tommy kicked out immediately and hopped back up to his feet. From there, Kimi went for the Makeover, but Tommy just threw her off of him and delivered another brainbuster. Tommy again picked Kimi up though, thinking that it wouldn’t be enough as he delivered a Fisherman’s Buster. He then looked out at the floor and a sadistic grin grew on his face. He picked Kimi up once more, going out onto the apron as he picked her up, delivering The Disasterpiece right through the barbed wire boards on the floor and hooking the leg to get the three count at 13:51.
Winner: Tommy Krule
Time: 13:51
After the match, the fans stood in respect, cheering both competitors on as EMTs rushed to untangle them both from the barbed wire, and begin helping them both to the locker room for medical attention.
As two were being helped back, Marissa Viskan made her way down the aisle, grabbing the microphone before dipping under the middle rope and into the ring.
"Adrianna? Hey. I know you're back there, and I know you've been looking for Mia. You wanna come out here? I'm pretty sure I know where she is."
The fans began to buzz with curiosity for a moment before the curtain parted. No music. No lights. No fanfare. Just Adrianna Salvatore coming out with a mix of concern and frustration on her face. She paused on the ramp for a moment before walking down to the ring and climbed in to stand, silently, in front of Marissa. The muscles in her arms were tense at first before Adrianna seemed to realize this was a friend standing in front of her and she visibly relaxed.
“I did some digging around and sure enough… I found out she’s with someone who cares about you both.” Marissa said with a smile, something she didn’t show very often these days. “In fact… maybe they should just come out now.”
As Marissa finished that sentence, LeeAnn Viskan and Karla Jeffries snuck up behind Adrianna and yanked her forcibly backward, tying her arms up in the ropes before quickly handcuffing each of her wrists to the top rope.
The whole time, Adrianna fought and struggled against being bound. It was no use, though and she was left to just struggle against her bonds, glaring at the three Coven members, mouthing inaudible warnings and threats to them. One was perfectly clear. ’I swear to fucking Christ, if you did anything…’
A loud laugh was heard then, as a spotlight shone up on top of the video wall. Atop it stood none other than Tyler Grey, now wearing a Coven t-shirt, and holding, at his side, a bloody, bruised, clearly unconscious Mia Hayashi. “What’s the matter, bitch?” He yelled down, clearly amused. “Something here you’re looking for?”
The camera immediately cut back to the ring where Adrianna stared wide eyed up at the video wall, obviously recognizing who he had with him. Adrianna began thrashing and pulling violently against the ropes again, yelling out for her fiance.
“MIA!!!!! MIIIAAAA!!! YOU FUCKING BITCHES!!!!!!! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!!!!!”
Marissa crouched down about a foot from Adrianna’s face, sneering. “And before you think your pals are gonna come running to the rescue? You’ll be THRILLED to know that Baphomet has moved a few VERY heavy pieces of equipment directly in front of their dressing room door. Meaning? It’s just us and you. So I want you to listen to me, and listen VERY closely. You can spout your bullshit about friendship and growing up together all you want. You are not your father, and I am not mine. All I care about is The Coven and my direct family. Everyone else can get fucked. So allow this little display to be my way of making you see that. Your bitch up there has been running her goddamn mouth about everyone for too long. You call her Mouse, right? Well...I called the exterminator.”
Tyler looked down, holding Mia up by a handful of hair. “You want her, Salvatore? You want your girl?”
For a moment, it looked like Adrianna was about to break. Her eyes closed and she lowered her head, turning her gaze to the floor. It was as if the Queen of Anarchy had finally been humbled...but then...as if she knew better...like it was pointless to beg, she visibly snorted inward, nice and deep, looked up at Marissa and launched a thick wad of spit right into her face.
“FUCK YOU, MARISSA! Fuck you! Fuck the Coven! You get goddamn warning! LET! HER! GO!”
Marissa took a deep breath, then stood up. “I think she got the message, guys. Tyler, you can let her go now.”
Tyler nodded, still holding Mia by the hair. “You got it, boss.” He said…. Before indeed letting her go, allowing her to free-fall a good 35-40 feet from the top of the video wall, to the lighting fixtures below, which popped and lightly exploded on impact. “There. I let her go.”
The scream that came from Adrianna Salvatore as she watched Mia. Her beloved. Her girlfriend. Her fiance plummet from the video wall was blood curdling and haunting. The crowd briefly came alive then, as Shelley Silver, who'd been backstage but NOT in Sex & Violence's dressing room, as she'd been checking on her close friend Kimi Smalls, came running to the ring clutching a pair of bolt-cutters. Marissa gave a sickening smirk as she dropped the microphone to the mat and motioned for her mother, LeeAnn, and Karla that it was time to go and the three women of the Coven made their exit quickly via one of the emergency exits, as Tyler Grey turned and disappeared from the top of the video wall. This left Shelley to quickly cut the cuffs off of Adrianna and untangle her from the ropes.
EMTs were already rushing from backstage to tend to Mia Hayashi. The commentary team was losing their minds at the Coven’s actions as well as the feral behavior of Adrianna as she snarled and ran up alongside the ramp where the EMTs were trying to get to Mia still, with Shelley right behind her. It took a group of security guards to stop Adrianna and hold the enraged woman back until that passed and she collapsed onto her knees, beginning to sob into her forearms. The last the camera saw of her, though, was when the sobbing passed, she inhaled and slowly looked up with a terrifying look on her face. Teeth clenched. Eyes taken over by something more than just rage. Something more than hate. Instead of sobbing now, she was taking long, heavy, shaking breaths that caused her body to tremble with each exhale.
Finally, having literally BROKEN through the door to their dressing room, the rest of Sex & Violence came running down the aisle at top speed, with Lara Blackheart, hands bloody from having CLAWED at the door frantically, sobbing at the sight of her best friend being loaded onto a stretcher.