"We've been watching a fantastic match tonight folks!" A commentator said while a professional wrestling match was taking place. "And now Wolfpack gets Super Max in his signature Wolf's Bite! Is this going to be the end of the match?"
The crowd went wild as a man wearing an outfit made of wolf pelts had a grip on his opponent's neck. His fingers were digging into his neck and drawing blood.
His opponent was a man with bleach blonde hair wearing red white and blue wrestling tights. He was the current SWF (Super Wrestling Federation) Universal Champion, Super Max.
"Can Super Max turn this around or will he lose his Universal title here tonight?" Commentator, Ted Jones said.
"It's not looking good Ted, I think this match is over." His partner Bill Billston replied.
Suddenly, Super Max broke free from Wolfpack's grip and reversed the position. Now he was behind him with both his arms locked behind his back.
"Oh my word! He actually reversed it! Now he's got him in his own signature technique, the Max Lock! That was incredible! How did he do that?" Ted asked.
"It's just like I was saying Ted, you can never count Super Max out. He's the champion for a reason." Bill said, conveniently ignoring the fact that he counted the champion out just a few moments ago.
Max had Wolfpack's arms stretched behind his back and was cranking on them, but the challenger refused to tap. While keeping the same lock, he suplexed Wolfpack into the ground and had his shoulders flat on the mat.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"And he does it! Super Max retains his SWF Championship!" The announcer said as the crowd erupted.
The match officials came into the ring and handed the belt to Super Max as his theme music played, and after a short celebration everyone left the ring and the people in the crowd were getting ready to leave as that was the final match of the night.
"Wait just one moment everyone." A voice said over the speakers. "I have an announcement to make before we leave tonight. So please remain in your seats for a little longer."
The man who had been speaking had now made his way into the ring. It was the CEO and President of the SWF, Paul Payman Presque. Though people called him Triple P for short. He was a tall bald man who had been a former wrestler himself.
"I know you're all probably ready to leave now that the matches are over, but trust me, this announcement is a big one. It's something that will change the SWF forever." Triple P said in a foreboding tone.
The crowd had resettled in their seats and they had gone silent in anticipation.
"I wanted to announce that we have just signed a new group of wrestlers from Japan. Now, I wouldn't hold you all here if this was just any run of the mill signing." He said. The crowd had already started to erupt in cheers anticipating what he was about to say. "It seems like some of you have already figured it out. That's right! The SWF had just signed the most dominant group in Neo Japan Super Wrestling history. I present to you, the Dark Dynasty!"
Dark erie orchestral music began to play, and the crowd had now gone into an absolute frenzy.
"Introducing first, he's death's jester, it's Mr! Zombie!!!!" A woman announced.
A man with blonde hair and a patchwork face ran out, and made his way to the ring. He was wearing a mismatched red and blue pinstripe suit and made exaggerated and silly gestures on his way to the ring.
"Next, is the beaming beauty inside the darkness, it's Dark Mistress!!!!!"
The next to come out was a woman with silver hair tied in pigtails, wearing a bedazzled black leather outfit and thick black makeup. In contrast to her name, she came to the ring with a bright smile and a vibrant personality. When she was in the middle of the ring she had a big goofy smile on her face and was waving her arms to the crowd.
"Now for the Dark Dynasty's female punisher! It's Black! Maria!"
The woman walked to the ring with a stone cold expression. She was wearing black leather that was covered with spikes and chains. She had short black hair and similar to her teammate, she wore thick black makeup as well. When she made it to the ring she delivered punches to the guts of Mr. Zombie and Dark Mistress, presumably to reprimand their unprofessional behavior and the two straighted up afterwards.
"Now it's time for the stoic warrior, the silent guardian, the Black King's loyal knight! It's Black! Knight!!!!!!!"
Making his way to the ring next was a tall man wearing a black plumed helmet, a black breastplate, black leather pants, and black combat boots. He marched into the ring without making a sound and stood at attention, awaiting his King's orders.
As the next wrestler was announced, the music changed to a powerful heavy metal song.
"Next is the Royal Executioner! The right hand man of the Black King! It's! Twilight! Killer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The crowd erupted even louder than before as a massive man made his way to the ring. He wore black and red leather with spikes covering his leather vest. He also had on a black and red mask that covered everything but his eyes and had his brown dreadlocks spilling out of the top. Even though he rarely ever spoke, and the Dark Dynasty themselves were known for their brutality, everyone loved Twilight Killer.
"Now for the better half of Black Royalty, the Queen of Black herself! It's the Night Queen!!!!!!!"
As the music changed again to a mysterious and dark love ballad, a ghostly pale woman with flowing purple hair walked onto the stage. She wore a black leather corset and black fishnet stockings and had on a long black lace, feather trimmed robe. Instead of walking to the ring she seemed to wait around the entrance.
The lights had now been cut, and the frenzied noise of the crowd had turned to silence.
"And now! The moment that you've all been waiting for! He's the Black King! The most destructive force in professional wrestling! He's won so many titles we don't have the time to list them all! He's the invincible!"
"What!" The crowd shouted.
"The incomparable!"
"What!"
"The indomitable!"
"What!"
Black! Mask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What? What! What?" The crowed shouted repeatedly.
Smoke began to pour out of the entrance as the music changed to hard rock accompanied by the sound of war drums. Out of the smoke, walked a large muscular man in a black cape with shoulder guards. On his face was his signature black mask. It was a half luchador mask that had his wild black hair flowing out of the top of it. Through his mask you could see his piercing red eyes.
Night Queen had apparently been waiting for him so they could walk arm in arm to the ring. As they made their way towards the ring, Triple P continued his speech.
"We're very excited by the addition of these talented wrestlers, and judging by your reactions, you guys are too!" He said while he paused to let the crowd cheer. "These talented men and women are here to take part in a new era of SWF wrestling…"
Black Mask had snatched the microphone out of Triple P's hand and cut him off mid sentence.
"I just want to make one thing clear from the start! We are not here to take part! We are here! To take over!!!!" Black Mask declared powerfully.
"Right. Sorry." Triple P said as a staff member handed him a new mic. "I just meant that we expect you guys to be leading the new era of SWF wrestling."
"Oh we'll be leading. You can be sure of that." Black Mask cooly replied. "Pretty soon you'll be seeing a title belt around the waist of every single member of the Dark Dynasty, maybe even more than one."
"Unfortunately, that leads me to our next order of business. Ever since the Faction Wars of 1999, there are strict rules in the SWF that factions can contain no more than 5 members." Triple P explained. "That means that you must remove two members from your faction's roster before we can officially book you guys for matches."
"Hey! You can't be serious! That sucks!" Dark Mistress complained loudly while she pouted like a child.
"I thought I told you to cut it out already. You're embarrassing yourself, and us." Black Maria said as she gut checked her teammate again.
"Maria, Missy, quit horsing around over there. We have serious business to attend to here." Black Mask said sternly.
"B-But I was just-" Black Maria tried to say but Black Mask had already stopped paying attention to her causing her to blush in embarrassment. This in turn made Dark Mistress chuckle.
"It is unfortunate, but obviously I expected as much before we even signed here. As such, I've already made my decision."
"You have?" A few members of the Dark Dynasty said in unison. Clearly, it was news to some of them that Black Mask had already decided who he would cut from the team.
"You guys are making this a bigger deal than it really is. Just because some of us won't officially be on the team, doesn't mean we can't still cooperate with each other. It's more of a formality than anything. That being said, obviously the four core members that have been together since our days in Mexico will remain on the official roster. That means me, Queen, Killer, and Knight." Black Mask said. "The final member of the faction will be, Maria."
"What? Why her?" Mr. Zombie ask incredulously. "Why not me?"
"Like I said it's not a big deal who gets picked or not. It just came down to we needed another woman so Queen can take the Women's Tag Team Title. Don't take it personally." Black Mask explained.
"Ok, but what about me? I'm a woman too!" Dark Mistress pouted.
"That's because I can trust you to work in our best interest even outside the official roster." Black Mask said.
"Oh so it's just because you trust me so much. More than Maria right?" She said as she wiggled and beamed a great big smile, unaware that she was being played like a fiddle.
"I still don't understand why I was left out." Mr. Zombie said scornfully.
"We can talk about this more later. For now let's take care of business here first." Black Mask replied, trying to avoid making a scene in front of the crowd.
"Well I think we're pretty much done here. I think I speak for everyone in the crowd when I say that we look forward to seeing you all take the SWF by storm." Triple P said as he tried to wrap up the show.
"NOT EVERYONE!" A voice said over the speakers.
Suddenly a country rock song played and smoke emerged from the entrance to the arena. Walking out of the smoke was a middle aged man in silver and red tights and a sleeveless silver shirt and a cowboy hat on his head.
"Oh my goodness! I can't believe it! It's Mr. Phenomenal! What's he doing here?" The announcer, Ted said.
"He's here to put these newbie's in their place!" His broadcast partner Bill said.
"It's been a while Black Mask." Mr. Phenomenal said as he made his way down to the ring. "I'd say it's nice to see you but my mama told me that I shouldn't lie." He said as he was now standing face to face with Black Mask.
"How nice to see a familiar face. I don't suppose you came out here to congratulate me on signing with the SWF?" Black Mask asked.
"Congratulate you? No. I'm here because I've been here in the SWF for YEARS! And so have so many amazing athletes. So for y'all to come in here and act like you're going to walk right through us. Well I just couldn't abide that." Mr. Phenomenal answered.
"Oh is that right? So what do you suggest we do about that then?" Black Mask asked as he was now standing over Mr. Phenomenal and nearly forehead to forehead.
"The way I see it, there's only one way to settle this. A match next Friday night on Knockdown! You! Against me! What do you say?"
"I refuse!" Black Mask shouted, much to the surprise of the crowd. "We both have our equipment on. Let's go right here, right now!"
The two got into each other's faces and security moved in to try and break them up. Though two regular people getting between two superhuman athletes wasn't much of a deterrent.
"Just wait a minute you two!" Triple P had worked his way between the two. "We're already way past time for this week. Please just wait and I promise we will have a match booked for you guys next week. In fact, I'm going to have matches for all seven of you." He said.
"Tch, fine you'll have one more week before I end your career old man." Black Mask said as he walked away.