The fans erupt in a chorus of cheers as the cameras zoom across the arena. Various signs can be seen being held up by jovial fans supporting their favourite wrestlers!
Mike: Wow! We’ve got a rowdy crowd here tonight. Hello everybody, I’m Mike James alongside my broadcast colleague, Rocky Reynolds and Rocky, what a great night we have ahead of us tonight.
Rocky: A great night indeed. In that very ring tonight, Shaz will be conducting a one-on-one interview with his opponent at Night of Legends, Chris Divine.
Mike: A segment that will surely send sparks flying. Alongside that, we will be hearing from Jackson Smith for the first time after being thrown from the staging area through a burning table onto a concrete floor at Last Resort two weeks ago.
Rocky: And as you saw on IWA.com yesterday, Smokey has booked a fatal fourway match to determine the number one contender for Vivica’s Vanity Championship!
The screen lights up, showing a dark hallway somewhere in the arena. Black Blooded are there, Mr. Blood leaning against a wall as Mr. Black stands with his arms folded, his expression indecipherable under his black leather mask. The Gears are arrayed behind them, as the small letters B.B. show this to be Vivica's "BB Cam". The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos upon seeing Black Blooded, a sound that intensifies as the camera spins, and Vivica, smiling broadly, waves at the screen before turning it back to her "Daddy"
Mr. Black: True Dominance
Mr. Blood: Two words that every single one of you inbred hillbilly fucks out there thinks that they know the real meaning of. Two words that thousands of limp-wristed nerds jack off to as they read shitty fantasy books that promise to show them a society they can only dream of. Two words that describe the perfect world, where Might is Right and everyone knows their place.
Mr. Blood: When we assembled our Gears, when we came to IWA, we came here with one purpose, one goal in mind. that purpose was to teach every single one of you pathetic fucks what True Dominance is all about.
Mr. Black: The One True Way
Mr. Blood: You see darlin Viv, and the Gears all know that we are right, and bit by bit, match by match, beatdown by beatdown, the rest of you will finally come to understand what we have been telling you fucking morons from the very beginning.
The crowd starts to chant "Fucking Crazy"
Mr. Blood: See it doesn't matter who wins or loses. All that really matters is whether or not Black Blooded leaves you in good enough shape to walk away. That, boys, is the lesson of Last Resort, where we left you in the tender care of the Gears, and called it a night. See, we had accomplished all that we needed to, and hell, the Beer waiting for us backstage wasn't gonna drink itself.
Mr. Black: We had a lot to celebrate.
Mr. Blood: It works out like this. We said before that we would either rule this division as the IWA Tag Team Champions, or we would leave it in Flames. Drek, Marcoonie? Your numbers are up, and the Dominant Predators ain't done with you both by a long sight.
Mr. Black: We're just getting started.
Mr. Blood: By the time we are done, every single one of these so called "wrestlers" in the back, and every fucking one of you cousin-fucking rednecks will know the real meaning of the words.
Mr. Black: True Dominance.
The screen cuts to a screenshot from Last Resort, in the picture Kayfabulous are getting outnumbered by the gears as Mr. Black and Mr. Blood walk up the ramp, hands raised in victory.
Rocky: This is why I love Black Blooded. Subtle as a brick to the face and they have a plan that they want to execute to the highest standard.
Mike: I think this is a dark day for the tag team division. What if Black Blooded follow through on their threats and obliterate the IWA tag team division?
Rocky: It’s called natural selection. Survival of the fittest.