Nightmare on Dominion Street.

Dominion #1 - "Nightmare on Dominion Street."

April 28th | Christchurch, New Zealand.

The initial opening scene begins upon the beach of Christchurch, New Zealand with the sun shining bright and the waves within the sea are rough hitting. As we get a drone shot of the beach itself, we’ve taken notice to the one singular figure that walks this beach and it’s the newest signing to WRESTLEWORLD itself, the self-proclaimed “New Zealand Nightmare”, Joel Dante. The native to the town is no stranger to the wrestling scene, taking over Japan for a few months and a well-known name to the New Zealand wrestling scene, after a small hiatus from his last known run in mainland Japan, he has now returned to his best-known sport with the same intent as before. Joel stops where he stands as we finally get a good look at him, a long black trench coat in black jeans and a plain white shirt, his chiselled jawline covered with a rather large brown haired beard. He looks out at the sea of water, hands in his coat pockets as he continues to look on.

Have you ever been stuck in your own nightmare? Feeling like you're in a never-ending cycle of fear and wondering when things will come back to reality? Have you ever been in that situation? Have you ever felt that same fear and wondered when will it end? I know that feeling, I lived it once. It was a fucking horrible experience, I watched all of my greatest fears flash before my very own eyes! It was horrifying. ( Joel shakes his head. ) But you know what I did with that fear? Do you know what I have done with all of that feeling which ruined me? I let it in. I consumed it, I watched it all flood my brain with every single bit of dark energy it has. So what am I? I’m no demon, I’m no devil, I’m no ghost… I’m just your average normal person, with a plagued mind. That, for everyone, is not a good thing.

Joel begins to chuckle to himself before beginning to walk along the beach again, letting the wind flow through his hair.

But that warning goes out to you three, you know who I mean. Kennedy Matthews, Rhiannon Hartwell and Shawn Lockhart. I speak for myself when I say that you’ve drawn the unlucky end of the sticks, unfortunately for you three, you’re not going to be walking out with that win that yo- I mean, just Shawn is wanting really, really badly. Of course, look at you, Shawn. You’re a man who thinks he’s a hell of a player, and by a player, I mean he fucks but that is exactly what his personality reads. I can tell you, being a P...I...M...P is not a personality trait, Shawn. ( Joel scoffs. ) You're going to threaten me by saying you'll "wrestle"? How am I to be afraid of such a ridiculous remark like that? Of course, someone like you would call me an "indy darling" when you act as you listen to "P.I.M.P" by 50 Cent religiously. Shawn, you know you're wrong. You know you sound so fucking stupid with your "only time I get high is with weed" or "you're not in my league" because that is common bullshit that I hear every fucking time I used to wrestle here in New Zealand. Maybe you should try modernising yourself a little, it could help you crack better jokes than how they were in 1990.

The Nightmare bows his head, shaking it from side to side as if disappointed by Shawn’s comments. He reaches a large rock along the beach, climbing onto it and taking a seat as he looks back out past the sea to enjoy the view.

Now for Rhiannon and or Kennedy, I really cannot speak for you and what you’re able to bring to the table at DOMINION. I can’t really speak about people I don’t know that well, or even able to wake up and realise they’ve got a match soon. Sadly, you’re not worth my time. You’re not worth even coming up with something that might not even be true, so why should I waste my breaths? Why should I waste my time with you two? You’ve become so faded out from my focus you might as well not even be in the match. ( Joel rolls his eyes. ) Ozymandias, Daniel Horror… I don’t fight with you, I fight for myself and soon, WRESTLEWORLD is going to be mine for keeps. So savour it whilst you have my presence, in just a matter of time and a click of my fingers, you’re all going to be in my nightmare.

Joel quickly clicks his fingers, the camera visuals go dark with that quick cut to black as the scene abruptly ends.