"Alright folks, we're here for another main event and you know what that means. Yet another Dark Dynasty title match." Ted announced.
"Yeah, Dark Mistress won the SWF Women's International Championship last week and now Black Mask and Lamelo Jaxson are going for the SWF World Tag Team Title tonight. We've already seen other members of the Dark Dynasty defending their respective belts tonight. It really seems like there's nothing that can stop the reign of domination that the Dark Dynasty has brought to the SWF." Bill responded.
"That's right, and what a surprise it was just a few short weeks ago when Black Mask announced that he would be forming a Tag Team with Lamelo Jaxson, who was an up and coming talent but know under the tutelage of Black Mask has looked better than he ever has in his career."
"I completely agree, he is miles ahead of where he used to be, and to be able to improve at that rate just goes to show how great Black Mask is not only as a wrestler but also as a coach."
"That being said, their opponents are no slouches. The Celtic Warriors have been dominating the Tag Team division since becoming champions. Still when the Dark Dynasty is in the ring, they are the favorites in any match regardless of they are the champions or the challengers."
"Are you ready? This is the moment to show the results of our training together." Black Mask told Lamelo.
"Yeah I'm ready, I've got this." Lamelo said trying to fire himself up.
"Good, I'll allow you to start things off for us." Black Mask said. "Don't let me down."
The match started with their opponent hitting Lamelo with a running clothesline. Lamelo popped back to his feet as soon as he touched ground.
He returned fire with a few heavy punches that drove his opponent into the corner. In response his teammate jumped into the ring and held back Lamelo while his teammate hammered him with body shots.
"Come on, get out of it." Black Mask said from ringside.
Lamelo swung his head back into his opponent's face to break the hold he was in. He then kicked his other opponent in the stomach before hitting him with a jumping cutter. While both opponents were stunned he made it over to the corner to tag in Black Mask.
"Not bad." Black Mask said as he entered the ring. Black Mask proceeded to run roughshod over his opponents as he effortlessly dominated them.
Black Mask then put both of his opponents on each one of his shoulders and walked towards the corner.
"Let's finish this." Black Mask said to Lamelo as he tagged him in and Lamelo then climbed up to the top of the turnbuckle.
As he jumped off the turnbuckle, he kicked one with a drop kick. Black Mask then power slammed the other onto the mat.
Lamelo then held down his opponent, and the referee came in to call the three count.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"And that's it! Lamelo Jaxson holds down his opponent for the three count and Black Excellence wins the SWF World Tag Team Championship!" Ted announced.
"That's incredible, that was such a dominant victory that we didn't even get a chance to talk about the actual champions in this match. Although I guess they're the former champions now." Bill added.
"That's true, they had just one moment of success before the team of Black Mask and Lamelo Jaxson took total control and finished the match with another dominant victory. There is now only one belt in the entire company that isn't held by either a member of the Dark Dynasty or an affiliated competitor."
"Based on what we've seen it won't be long before the Dark Dynasty wins that too. Tell me Ted, have you ever seen a team as dominant as the Dark Dynasty?"
"No, no I haven't. In fact the last time I saw a team earn this many titles in a row, it was the Dark Dynasty back when they were competing in Japan. They simply dominate everywhere they go."
"That's right Ted, and I think we've only seen the beginning of their dominance here in the SWF."
Meanwhile, back at SWF headquarters. "This is getting out of hand. This Black Mask fellow is doing whatever he wants. When are you going to step up and put your foot down Paul?" One of the SWF executives said.
"What exactly is it that you expect me to do? I can't control what happens in the ring. I just put the matches together." SWF president Paul Peyman Presque (Triple P for short).
"Exactly, can't you do something to stop putting these Dark Dynasty members into title fights. These tickets are going to get hard to sell if these people just keep winning titles." Another executive said.
"I don't have any intention of intervening in anyway. This organization known as the best in the business, we got that reputation from always encouraging competition in our organization. I won't stop that now just so you can sell a few extra tickets." Triple P said as he stormed out.
As Triple P left another man entered the room. "Is Paul leaving? That's too bad."
"It's good to see you sir. We were just discussing what we should do about the Dark Dynasty." One of the executives said nervously.
"Oh don't worry about them. I have a plan to deal with them, just be patient."
A short time later Black Mask would challenge Bruiser Bolt for his SWF International Championship title and go on to win a quick and dominant victory. This victory put every single belt in the organization in the possession of the Dark Dynasty. It was a tremendous achievement, but something strange happened as Black Mask was being draped by all his belts.
Not a single person cheered for his victory. The crowd refused to react to his accomplishment. This caused the usually stoic Black Mask to finally lose his cool.
"Why aren't you all cheering me and applauding me? You should all be in awe of my greatness! You should be bowing your heads and licking my feet you ignorant dogs!" Black Mask hurled both harsh insults and eventually even objects into the crowd.
He had to be restrained and removed from the arena. This would not be the last time that Black Mask would have such an outburst and such occurrences became common before long. The group that had started out as fan favorites were now the most feared and most hated in the sport.