Post by DPW Commish on Jul 13, 2020 18:22:20 GMT -5
The view fades over to Katie Montes in full gear sitting on a couch, with a balled up fist on her right cheek. Katie is fuming, unlike how we've seen her before.
Katie Montes: I should be the number one contender to the world title right now, and no I'm not gonna let this go. I should be going one-on-one with Rick Dickulous on the next pay-per-view and taking his title from him. That's why I came to this place, and while I wasn't promised that, I may as well have been. I was one of this company's first signees because I figured that would give me a realistic shot at being a contender. Then I got powerbombed through the mat, thus keeping me from being the first champion. And as soon as I compile a record good enough to finally challenge... as soon as me and Lara set sights on the title, I see that DPW chickens out on having me lead their company and their roster, to the point that they have to separate the locker room by gender just to keep me away from my true destiny. I'm being actively screwed out of what should rightfully be mine, as if this match between two people I've already beaten and one person who refuses to treat me as an equal is supposed to make me feel better about not getting what should have been mine on the first Mayhem. To be quite honest, this entire match and the concept of a women's championship is a farce these days. Fuck what science says. Separating anything by gender in wrestling anymore is fucking stupid, because nowadays, more than half of the sport is populated by women. There's no point in separating a company into divisions. Gender? Weight? Doesn't matter if you're good at what you do, which I've LITERALLY ALWAYS BEEN.
Montes quickly rises up from the couch, her scowl widening the higher up her head rises. She looks to the camera...
Katie Montes: But whatever. I'm gonna go win this Women's title and I'm gonna rule over this women's "division" just to prove that it isn't, and never has been or will be where I belong. I said before that Sam Tolson doesn't see me as an equal, and I stand by that. Except here's the thing: It's not because she powerbombed me through the mat. It's because I should be DPW World Champion right now. I refuse to accept that as fiction. I have the most wins in the company bar none, meaning I should be first in line for a world title shot. Challenging for a women's title, which even if it's supposed to be on par with the world title, it almost feels insulting to what I've done here. Fuck what's happened anywhere else. Fuck what you've done anywhere else. Nowhere else matters to tonight. The only thing that matters is that I'm going to win this stupid women's title, rule over this women's "division" with an iron fist, and continue to show that this is not where I belong in a company. The rest of y'all can honestly go fuck yourselves, every single god damn one of you.
Montes then storms out of the locker room she was in before the camera cuts to ringside.
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With a ferocious, almost rabid demeanor, Tyler Grey attacked Johnny Krule from the bell like a pitbull, taking an immediate and powerful advantage.Krule came back and took the advantage back briefly several times, surprising Grey with some of his death-defying, high-flying moves, such as shooting star press to the outside, and a missile dropkick that hit Grey from nearly halfway across the ring. The tenacity and viciousness of Grey eventually took over though, and after a snapping lariat that damn near turned Johnny inside out, Grey locked on The Skynet, wrenching back on it until finally Johnny had no choice but to tap at 13:17.
WINNER: Tyler Grey
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The scene opened with Chris Wolfe sitting in what appeared to be a nightclub of some sort, a glass of champagne in his hand, and Kimi Smalls sitting on his lap. He looked dashing, in black slacks, a blue silk dress shirt, and a thick gold chain around his neck.
"This shit's getting old, y'all." He said, looking into the camera. "Everyone keeps acting like Leroux and his bitch are like mirror images of us, and I'm getting sick of it. He can talk all he wants about working hard... rookie shithead ain't done anything yet to even know what winning is like. Me? Only reason my fine ass isn't World Champion right now is because the man in charge doesn't want to see a young, talented black man representing his promotion. Yeah, I said it. And I don't give a shit if you believe it or not."
"That's the funny thing about rich, old, white guys, babe," Kimi sighed, rolling her eyes. "Even my father can be a racist jackass. He had problems with my ex-husband, just because he's Italian." Sure, there was also the whole literal mafia thing, but Kimi wasn't about to go on there. "Those kids haven't even really lived yet and they're still treating this like fun."
"But see... we ain't taking 'no' for an answer. Not anymore." Chris said, sipping his drink. "I'm coming for the DPW World Title, and that big dumb Canadian jackass isn't about to stop me. And Kimi? Sure, they can lock her outta the match for the first Women's World Title... but that ain't gonna stop her. I don't care who wins that match... Kimi's gonna take them apart."
"And I'm going to do so with pleasure," Kimi licked her lips, planning out how to systematically dismantle whomever happened to win the Women's Championship. "No more sitting and waiting and coming up short."
"Look at this woman." Chris said, cocky smirk in place as he gestured to the woman on his lap. "She's sexy. She's sultry. And she's also tough as nails and crazy as shit... and there ain't ONE of you she ain't gonna tear through on her way to being the top dog."
"He's not wrong," Kimi stated in full confidence. "I'd even take you down if it meant getting a shot at glory, baby." She tilted her head, "granted, that match wouldn't be allowed to air."
"God I love this crazy bitch." Chris laughed, winking at the camera. "Come on, gorgeous. Let's get outta here."
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Ishaan Dasari took a quick control of the match, surprising Buzzsaw with quick, well placed strikes which found a way through the veteran's strong defense. As Dasari worked Buzzsaw into the corner with a hard chop, the tables suddenly turned - almost as if Buzzsaw was playing possum.
Buzzsaw began a vicious onslaught of stiff, closed-hand punches and brutal kicks, backing Dasari clear across the ring and into the opposite corner before unloading a ferocious chop that sent Ishaan Dasari over the top turnbuckle and out to the floor.Outside the ring, Buzzsaw continued to dismantle his opponent mercilessly. Giving no time for rest whatsoever, Buzzsaw unceremoniously returned Dasari to the ring and dragged him to the center before he delivered not one, not two, but THREE tenacious snap kicks to the sternum of Dasari before locking in the DNR to finish the job in a quick, but brutal 6:33
WINNER: The Buzzsaw
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"You know... having an extra week to wait for this match gave me time. Time to think."
Owen Leroux walks into the camera's view, for the first time ever NOT wearing his mask in public.
"First? It gave me time to think about you and Kimi. And why you did what you did. And see... this is what I realized - you're scared. Both of you. You're both watching your career and your reputation take hit after hit after hit... and rather than just buckle down and work harder? You panicked and took the easy way out. You know what that makes you? Not bad-asses. Not contenders. It makes you both bitches."
Maryanne walked into view, nodding in agreement. "It didn't even start that way for Kimi. She was ready to do things the right way. She was putting in the work and everything," she paused, scratching her chin. "But your friends started to talk shit and question your methods. So you thought," she threw up her arms in defeat, "why the eff not? If they say that I'm doing this, I might as well actually do it. So you attach yourself to someone doing that and you learn from him. You adapt. You burn all of your bridges, but for what? What are you getting out of all of this, darling?" She tilted her head, leaning into Owen, "certainly not another shot at the Women's title. You're not even in the conversation for that. Not that I am, either. But at least I'm working toward it instead of whining about it."
Owen turned, giving her a loving kiss on the forehead. "Exactly. And then? There was the second thing I thought about. Which is why you're seeing me unmasked right now. We may not make excuses like you two morons... but I did give myself an out. I was hiding behind the mask. The mask made it easier to take a loss, knowing I could walk down the street and not worry about how people look at me. So I'm done. I have a family legacy to live up to, and it's high time I get on the right track."
"And me?" Maryanne ran her fingers through her hair. "I almost ran and hid behind my intellect. Last fall, I started to attend MIT full time. I was ready to take a long break from professional wrestling. All because I wasn't on top right out the gate."
"We're not here to talk shit." Owen said, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend. "Nor are we here to make excuses. Let Wolfe and Smalls do that. We're just making sure the people who've supported us know that we're done taking their faith for granted. We're done hiding behind any fears or insecurities we may've had. From now on? Win or lose, know that we will be giving 110%, with no hiding, no worrying, and no excuses."
Maryanne gave a firm nod. "Call me crazy, but I'd rather get things done the old fashioned way."
"We're gonna be on top of DPW." Owen proclaimed, looking her in the eyes. "It won't me today. It won't be tomorrow. But eventually? Probably sooner than a lot of people think? You and I are going to be the World Champions here. And all this time we've spent finding ourselves? Will have been worth it."
"That's right, babe," Maryanne stated with a sweet smile. "We've got long careers ahead of us. I don't mind taking a little time to get here."
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Both teams were evenly matched throughout the bout, trading momentum back and forth multiple times. While Owen Leroux and Mary Williams fought hard and clean, Kimi Smalls and Chris Wolfe used more nefarious tactics to swing things back their way.
Owen and Chris were in the middle of a heated exchange of blows when Owen managed to gain the upper hand, sending Chris Wolfe hard into the corner with an Irish Whip, followed by a crushing body splash which had the crowd on its feet. Owen quickly turned, tagging Mary in to finish the job. As she stepped through the ropes, Leroux picked Wolfe up to his feet and brought him to the center of the ring, still exchanging blows. Wolfe hit Owen in the throat with a knife edge chop which staggered him, allowing Mary to slide in and deliver a staggering blow to the side of Wolfe's head, followed by an Irish Whip into the ropes.
Wolfe flipped over the top ropes, and as he did, Kimi Smalls made a blind tag and stepped into the ring, lunging at Mary Williams. As Williams threw a hard chop towards Kimi's chest, Smalls caught her arm and dragged her to the mat, locking her in a surprise guillotine chokehold!
Chris Wolfe, meanwhile, dragged Owen Leroux onto the floor and began a relentless assault, and despite attempting to fight back, Mary Williams was unable to break the hold and was forced to submit at 15:38.
WINNERS: Chris Wolfe & Kimi Smalls
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After being allowed into the Sex & Violence locker room, a camera zoomed in on Meggy Sparkles, who was stretching and getting ready for her match with Mia Hayashi with her boyfriend, Tommy Krule "spotting" her. She looked over to her tag team partner, who was making her comeback in their match that night.
"You're absolutely sure you're ready to get back in the ring?"
"Meg. Seriously. Yes." Mia laughed, shaking her head. She was already in her ring gear for the night, a cosplay of Spider-Gwen. "We made it sound way worse than it was. It was all to fuck with The Coven." Mia made a face then, like she'd just eaten something sour. "Just not literally. Because I'm pretty sure crabs won't touch Jeffries at this point."
Meggy visibly shuddered, "yet for some reason Tyler Grey will." She swayed back and forth, raising an eyebrow, "is it me, or are my pants a size too small tonight?" It wasn't official, but with the way that Meggy could jump from one topic to another, everyone could swear that she had ADHD.
"I dunno... they look perfect to me..." Mia said with a teasingly lecherous grin. "Although, lookin' like that, I bet your boytoy's pants are feeling a size or two too small right now..."
Tommy sighed and shook his head. "No way, Mia. Leave me outta this one... I'm just helpin' Meg get ready."
"You should know better than that by now, babe," Meggy giggled, leaning forward a bit with her arms behind her, clutching onto Tommy's hands. "All I know is that they better not rip while I'm attempting to rip Marissa's jaw off tonight."
"Yeah, cos I'd sure mind..." Mia snickered, before winking at Tommy. "That goes for you too, hot stuff. Ya girl here's an equal opportunity creeper." She looked back at Meggy, crossing her arms. "Anyhoo. Look, I want payback. Obviously. But I'm not gonna let those pricks change me, or make me all emo and dramatic. They took me out. Fair play. Now I'm gonna take one of them out. But I'm not gonna let it change me at all. And I need you and the others to do the same. Don't lose yourself to vengeance. I love who we are. All of us. Even Lara."
Meggy chortled, "did ya know that they believe that they have us dead to rights? That we're just barely hanging on to some desperate, flashy stable?" She snorted, "yeah, I heard that, bitches. Just because Lash's stanky ass abandoned us, that doesn't mean we're going anywhere. Look at who we've gained since then. The boys we got now are ten times the men that he was, and they'll never leave us."
"Let's get ready to whoop some Coven ass, babe." Mia said, adjusting her costume a little. "My tiny ass has been out of the ring for too long. Let's go show those assholes what Sex & Violence can do."
"Yeah," Meggy smirked, pounding one fist into her other hand. "Let's show them how you can have fun, and kick all sorts of ass."
Mia looked into the camera, holding up two fingers with a grin. "Me and Meggy - SBM 2.0 in this bitch. Let's rock."
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The women's tag match was a solid combination of blood feud and technical expertise, as each of the four women involved were extremely talented in a different aspect of the sport. Mia the high-flyer, Meggy the aerialist/striking combo artist, Marissa the striker, and Karla the technician.
The match was fast-paced, aggressive, and surprisingly clean, with even The Coven mostly staying within the realm of fair play. That, of course, was never going to last. Marissa and Karla had been accompanied to the ring by a woman in a long jacket and a mask, who just stood there, never once interjecting herself... until the end.
After ducking The Bitch Killa and hitting Marissa with a flatliner, Mia picked the taller girl up, lifting her onto her shoulders for Supreme Thunder.... only for the masked woman to hop up onto the apron.... unmasking to reveal Shelley Silver!!! Shocked, Mia paused just long enough for Marissa to slip off of Mia's shoulders, and roll her up from behind for the pin at 14:58.
WINNERS: The Coven
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"Your next match is scheduled for one fall..."
Richard Dweck comes out onto the stage and cartwheels out then he moves his head to the sides to stretch his neck, cracks his knuckles and high fives some fans down the aisle, he high fives fans all around ringside and even high fives the commentators and high fives fans on the opposite side ringside. He goes up the steel steps and climbs into the ring still non-wrestler/female wrestler style and gets his foot caught on the bottom rope falling but he saves himself with a somersault rising gallantly. He salutes a peace sign and gets in the corner in a martial arts stance.
The crowd remains silent, unsure of who this is. Seeing as how apparently he wasn't new to the company, but he hadn't been heard from in weeks. Not even a peep on social media.
The ring announcer couldn't help but smirk as she announced the first competitor, "coming to you first from Wall Township, New Jersey and weighing in at 240 pounds... Richard Dweck!"
Dweck finished his entrance, confused at the lack of attention, and shrugged.
"And his opponent..."
The pop from the crowd was a rather drastic comparison when Kyle Smalls's music hit. He walked out onto the stage in his normal ring attire, but his normal cocky demeanor was completely dissolved. Still, he danced a little onstage for old times sake before making his way down to the ring. He greeted a few fans and even hit on a few girls before climbing into the ring. Sure, he had declared his love for Alex Brody, but she hadn't exactly responded yet, so he wasn't going to give up everything about himself just yet.
The announcer grinned as Kyle danced a little in the ring and Dweck attempted to show him up a little but to completely no avail.
"Coming to you from Sleepy Hollow, New York, and weighing in at 180 lbs... Here's Kyle Smalls!"
The song died down as Kyle and Richard went to their corners and waiting for the bell to ring. When it did, it was like a switch flipped in his head. He zeroed in on his opponent and immediately tore into him physically. He was mostly calm and cool the entire match, never once missing a step. Dweck attempted to gain a little offense a few times, but it didn't work. Kyle was on fire the entire time.
Kyle wasn't ready when the match came to an end. After a top-rope DDT, Kyle went for what would normally be considered an "early pin", expecting only a one-count.
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Kyle blinked as he rolled off of Dweck and shrugged as he stood up.
The announcer shook her head, with a smile, "your winner, Kyle Smalls!"
Kyle helped Richard Dweck back up to his feet before climbing out of the ring and getting the number of the girl he had been hitting on before (as well as a few more) and waved before making his way to the back.
WINNER: Kyle Smalls
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"20 years is a long damn time." SIN chuckled, as the video clip began, focusing on the MMA expert sitting in the corner of her gym, a towel over her head. "I started wrestling at 19 years old. No experience outside of martial arts training. But I didn't care... it was just me, LeeAnn, and Cassandra. The Viskan sisters against the world. I managed to win the N*FW Women's Title twice. But in the end? I lost more than I won. And I was fine with that. I knew that mastery would only come with time."
She stood, walking over to her trophy case, literally filled with various title belts, trophies, and awards. "So in 2006, I left N*FW, and the US itself, and went to Japan. There, I went undefeated in mixed martial arts for close to four years, before starting to split my time between MMA and pro wrestling. I won several world titles over there, and even with wrestling at the same time, I ended my MMA career with only 2 losses, both by decision."
"But see... at the end of it all? There was still a hunger. There was still something that each of my sisters had done that I never did: conquer America. What I mean by that is... world title or no world title, LeeAnn and Cassandra both managed to become superstars. Household names. People that wrestlers came to N*FW just for the chance of facing. I wanted that. I craved that. So when DPW started up? Hell yes I signed up. I'm older. Wiser. In better shape. And at almost 40 years old? I can say I'm in the best shape of my career. I cannot and WILL not be stopped. I will rule this promotion with unrestrained violence, by any means necessary. "
She turned, glaring into the camera.
"You really think I'm going to let any of you win this over me? Tolson-Anderson... talented as hell, granted. But you don't need this. Your legacy is set already. LeeAnn? You're a goddamn legend already. But it's time for you to step the fuck aside. And I have no problem breaking you in half as soon as I would any other bitch. And then we have Montes. I'm so damn sick of hearing this kid bitch and moan. First she bitches that she's not getting title shots. Now she bitches that she can't go after the men's titles now. You know what, sweetheart? Before you go making our division and all of us in it sound like something not worth your time? Maybe take a step back and realize that you're not just shitting on this title. You're shitting on every woman busting her ass to win it, including your own girlfriend. So yeah... I got a special target on YOUR back tonight. Maybe a good ass-beating will knock some sense into you."
She crossed her arms over her chest, giving a steely, devious grin.
"Tonight? Four of us go into battle. And one of us walks out champion. And one thing I can guarantee: I will beat the shit out of each and every one of you. Count on it."
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The announcer stood in the middle of the ring, once the commercial was over, looking around before raising the microphone to address the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is the match you have been waiting for all night! This match is a fatal four-way match, scheduled for one fall, and the winner will be Dominion Pro Wrestling's first-ever Women's Champion!"
She waited for the crowd to calm down a bit before continuing as the first theme hit the speakers.
"Coming to the ring first, from Boston Massachusetts... She! Is! SIN!"
"And her first opponent..."
"She is the leader of the Coven, coming to you from Boston, as well... she will make nice with you, just so she can stab you in the front... LeeAnn Viskan!"
"No one saw this one coming, but no one is complaining! Representing Sex & Violence, and coming to us from Malibu, California. Here's Katie Montes!"
As a tribute to both Lara Blackheart AND her late father Vlad, Katie came to the ring using one of Vlad's more famous ring entrance themes!
As a tribute to both Lara Blackheart AND her late father Vlad, Katie came to the ring using one of Vlad's more famous ring entrance themes!
The entire arena went dark once Katie made her way to the ring, and the crowd exploded. "And last but not least..."
"Last time we saw her, she did the unthinkable. She took out the immortal Queen Cthulhu! Coming to us from Jefferson City, Missouri! She's the 'Pretty Little Murder Machine'! The one! The Only! Samanta! Tolson! Anderson!"
Once all four girls were in the ring, they each went to their own corner. The official went over the rules as he checked over each of the girls before getting in the middle of the ring and pointed to the table outside of the ring where the brand new title belt sat underneath a velvet cloth, reminding the four women what they were fighting for.
After the bell rang, the four women stood in each of their corners, staring each other down for a solid thirty seconds. Both Montes and Anderson were well aware of the fact that LeeAnn and SIN were sisters, and where SIN wasn't actually an official part of this incarnation of The Coven, it was highly likely that the sisters would work together. So they would have to be extra cautious. As soon as the sisters made prolonged eye contact, the other two women burst out of their corners.
Throughout most of the match, the focus was on keeping LeeAnn out of the match, as well as making sure that members of The Coven didn't come out and interfere. About fifteen minutes into the match, the nefarious stable hadn't made a peep. All four women were outside of the ring and the wear of the match was beginning to show on all of their faces when out of nowhere Katie got her second wind. She climbed to the top rope as the three unsuspecting women were battling it out near the announcers' table. She stood up, quickly gaining her balance before looking around to the crowd, who only egged her on, and she jumped up, hitting a perfect Crossville Rise, all three of her opponents receiving some of the damage.
When the dust settled, it appeared as though LeeAnn Viskan was knocked completely unconscious with the blow, with her younger sister, SIN, almost completely immobile. This left just Katie and Sam to make their way to the ring to battle it out all by themselves for a few minutes. The young women both hungry to make their mark in the new professional wrestling company.
Katie eventually puts everything into the closing minutes of the match, even countering The Victory Drop Alpha with a Dark Ride.
Katie pins Sam...
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2....
NO!
Out of nowhere, SIN appears on the top turnbuckle behind Kate and breaks up the pin with a Top Rope Elbow Drop to the back of Katie's head. SIN rolls the smaller, younger girl onto her back and pins her, holding down Sam, as well.
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3!
The announcer comes back into the ring with Sloane Cameron, who is holding the DPW Women's Title. Sloane walks over to SIN, raising her arm in victory as the result is announced.
"Your winner and NEW! DPW Women's Champion... SIN!"
WINNER: SIN