Post by DPW Commish on May 12, 2020 17:30:36 GMT -5
"Hello, everyone, and once again welcome... to DPW Mayhem! I'm Scott Leroux, and beside me as usual, original Dominion member Christian Young." Leroux straightened his tie, adjusting his headset as the camera focused on Christian.
"Thanks, Scotty! This should be one hell of a week for DPW action. We've got another chapter in the ongoing war between The Coven and Sex & Violence. We've got Sam Tolson-Anderson of Heaven & Hell out for blood against Alex Brody. And are we actually seeing the return of Queen Cthulhu?"
Leroux took a deep breath and whistled. "We saw last year how much damage Alex can cause when she gives in to that... inner part of her mind. If that happens again? The rest of DPW could be in a lot of trouble. Can Heaven & Hell's "ace" stop The Queen? This should be one hell of a match, Christian."
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"Thanks, Scotty! This should be one hell of a week for DPW action. We've got another chapter in the ongoing war between The Coven and Sex & Violence. We've got Sam Tolson-Anderson of Heaven & Hell out for blood against Alex Brody. And are we actually seeing the return of Queen Cthulhu?"
Leroux took a deep breath and whistled. "We saw last year how much damage Alex can cause when she gives in to that... inner part of her mind. If that happens again? The rest of DPW could be in a lot of trouble. Can Heaven & Hell's "ace" stop The Queen? This should be one hell of a match, Christian."
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Eavan Maloney arrives at the arena dressed in leather from head to toe, including her Shieldmaidens kutte, her grey/pink hair loose behind her. As she’s pulling her gear bag out of the trunk of the car, she gets approached by a backstage interviewer.
Interviewer: Eavan, tonight, you and the boss, Judas Lasher, take on the team of Koichi Sanada and Azumi Koshiba. What is your gameplan going into a match with new opposition?
Eavan closes the trunk and puts her bag down beside her, and turns her head to the interviewer, visibly unimpressed by the question.
Eavan: My gameplan? I’m sorry, do you even KNOW who I am? Sanada obviously does, what was it he called me? A legend of the current generation. Dōmo arigatō, Koichi. It’s nice to come into a new company and face new opponents, and have their respect, and respect for them. Last Mayhem, I went Broadway against Sin in a match that showed all of DPW what we could do inside that ring. I am one-fourth of what could be the greatest combination of talent, knowledge and experience ever combined in this industry, Heaven & Hell. And Judas isn’t just the head of that stable, nor is he just my boss, but he’s also like a father to me. I lost mine in 2017 and it messed me up in a lot of ways. I’ve told my story, it’s out there. What I haven’t told people is that Judas was one of the pillars behind a lot who helped me out. We share the same beliefs, we share the same visions of the future both of this company and myself personally. So, to be standing with him as my tag team partner tonight, it’s more than a dream come true. It was destined to happen. Sanada and Koshibi, while very talented, tonight they’re simply in the way. No disrespect, but Dominion Pro Wrestling belongs to Heaven & Hell, and we will continue to dominate as nobody else can. Excuse me…
Eavan cocks her head, signalling to the interviewer that the interview was over, grabs her gear bag, and walks away.
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Richard Dweck's DPW debut likely surprised many people, but none more than Lash Donohue. Lash struggled to maintain more than a slight advantage for any length of time, before the shorter, more vicious wrestler would take him to the mat again. Dweck wore Donohue down with several superkicks that knocked him back into the corner, grabbing him and nailing a heart punch called The Punch Line for the pin at 10:19.
WINNER: Richard Dweck
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The camera opened on Alex Brody, sitting alone in the corner of the locker room. She hadn't even begun changing out of her street clothes yet, instead sitting there, knees pulled to her chest, the mask of Queen Cthulhu in her hands, which she stared at as if waiting for it to speak. She looked torn up, emotionally... she'd clearly been crying, and was still lightly trembling.
Wishing he could have done more sooner, Kyle stepped up, just his hand showing in the frame as he placed it on her shoulder. He slowly walked around, sitting down next to her. "You know..." he started out softly. "It's alright to give in."
"I don't want to, Kyle." Alex said, her voice almost inaudible. "If I let her take over... I was lucky to have found my way back last time. I might not get so lucky again." She looked up, eyes full of regret and fear. "Kyle.... you have to do me a favor. Nobody understands this. Everyone thinks this is some... supernatural thing I do to intimidate people. It's not. When Lilith.... when she...." Ugh. Alex still couldn't even talk about what had happened. "It broke something in me. It's like there's another person living in my brain, and when she gets control.... people are going to get hurt. Jenni means well, but she has no idea what she's unleashing by encouraging me here. If I can't find my way back this time... Kyle, you have to stop me. I don't care how, I don't care if you have to cripple me. Please don't let me hurt people."
"But now you have me to hold you from going in too deep," Kyle attempted to reassure her. "I get what Jenni is trying to do, but she's doing it with dollar signs in her eyes. If you become a monster and start winning more, that means more money. This isn't about money, though." Kyle offered a smile, "at least not to me. I just want to see you doing what you love the best that you possibly can."
"Jenni cares about me, Kyle. She does. But nobody gets how broken I am. Nobody." She sighed, staring at the mask. "I don't want to let her out. But Samantha is calling me out, and it's HER she's angry with, so I have to let HER take the punishment."
"I've been watching the whole time and you know... I've been betrayed by someone that I loved, too. It's just been longer, and..." he sighed, shaking his head. "I'm a guy." As soon as the words escaped his lips, he knew how dumb it sounded, yet at the same time, it was true. It wasn't as easy for guys to wear their emotions on their sleeve, but what had happened to Kyle really broke him, as well. "So I don't know... is it possible to let her out, but only enough to do the damage and let me pull you back once the match is over?"
"That's what I'm going to try. But I don't know... it's a horrible, violent side of me that terrifies me." Alex said. "I just wanted to tell you all that... so that if something happens, you know to take whatever steps necessary to take me down."
Kyle nodded, "it's going to hurt me to do it, but I will do literally anything for you, Alex. Whatever it takes, I will be right there. You have my word."
"Thank you, Kyle." She stood, slowly, and looked up at him, giving him a little kiss on the cheek before hugging him. "Remember... no matter what She says or does to you? It's NOT ME."
A small smile came across Kyle's face as he nodded. "I'm an actor. I think that I can handle that. I'll just force myself to look at you to one of the Titans enemies."
"The Queen is like Darkseid, Kyle." Alex said, trying to put it in a way he'd definitely get. "It's like the part of my brain that processes pain just... shuts off. She's like some kind of unstoppable monster. And I don't know how to make her go away."
Kyle wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "We'll figure this out. They haven't even announced whether or not the show has been renewed for another season yet, so I'm here for the long haul."
"Just... talk to Jenni, ok? Let her know that if this gets bad, nothing I say or do is personal, ok?" She told him, giving a sad smile before grabbing the mask, and walking away silently.
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The segment opened with a shot of Tommy Krule, positively FUMING as he sat on a bench in S&V's dressing room. Nobody likes losing a title... but to their bitter enemies? And the WAY he lost it? Tommy looked ready to destroy the next person to look at him wrong.
"Goddamn Coven... I'm telling you, Johnny. If we could just find a way to prevent them from interfering in each other's matches, we'd beat every one of their asses..."
Johnny sat in the corner of the room, his face already painted, taping up his hands for the match. He was a man of little words, but his brother knew that he felt exactly the same.
"It will come to us, brother. They will not take over the whole company. There are plenty of people who won't allow that to happen."
"I got no beef with Rick or Matt, but... talk about wrong place, wrong time." Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. "They're about to get an ass-whooping of epic proportions just because of the mood we're in."
"When the cut is this deep, it doesn't matter who we face," a wicked grin came across Johnny's face. "This will just show the Coven how grave of a mistake they've made."
"You try to handle Matt. He's a grappler by nature, the high-flying shit will be harder for him to counter." Tommy told his younger brother, before pointing at himself. "Me? I got Rick. He's a big bastard, yeah... but I showed against Belphegor last time that I can handle big guys just as well as guys my own size."
Johnny nodded, "perfect. Tonight, the friends will be like lambs to the slaughter. I almost feel sorry for them."
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Owen Leroux and Chris Wolfe had an incredibly even, high-impact match from start to finish, trading everything from MMA-style strikes to high-flying acrobatics. Leroux got the advantage eventually, hitting an enziguiri to the face that stunned Wolfe long enough for him to leap to the top turnbuckle, preparing for the dragonrana. Wolfe lunged toward the turnbuckles though, catching Leroux right in the groin with a vicious punch.
As Leroux hit the mat, Wolfe glared at him, before sliding out of the ring, and bringing a steel chair back into the ring with him. helping Leroux to his feet before giving him The Blackout right onto the chair. Arrogantly placing his foot right on Leroux's face, Wolfe motioned for the referee to count to three, giving him the win at 14:02.
WINNER: Chris Wolfe
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The camera cuts backstage again and we find the inside of a locker room where a shadow on the wall is going through the motions of punching the air. Not really boxing punches. More like quick, precise jabs with the occasional knee coming up. As we pan over and back, the sparse audience in attendance lets out an approving cheer and we recognize Japanese athlete, Koichi Sanada, already in his gear, going through a warmup.
"Koi-chan..." The soft, yet sweet voice of Azumi Koshiba broke in, as the young woman walked up to her partner, laying a palm softly on his back. "It is time. The King of Pain and the Krigare await. Neither of us have ever faced anything like this before. Are you ready? I can sink to the levels of extreme violence if I must.... can you?"
Azumi’s voice and gesture bring Koichi out of his stance as he turns to face her. His eyes are hard and focused as is his expression but one look at her softens his gaze into a small smile. “Don’t worry about me, Azumi-chan. I’m more ready than they think I am.” He pointed out towards the door, indicating Judas Lasher and Eavan Maloney. “I have trained for this level of competition well before this match was announced. I’ll leave the extreme to you. If I feel like I need to up my own game…?”
Koichi grinned, bringing up one of Azumi’s hands and placed a kiss on her wrist with a warm smile.
“...I’ll just kick them harder.”
"Do not allow Judas to intimidate you." Azumi said, knowing full well that intimidation was one of Lasher's greatest weapons. "You are younger, faster, and strike harder. Do not hesitate, do not doubt yourself. Beat him like I beat you at Street Fighter." She said with a laugh and a wink.
Koichi’s look of sincerity and focus immediately switched to one a little more humorous as he reached out and ever so lightly, gave Azumi a playful shove to the shoulder. This was followed by that same arm going around her shoulders. “Rematch tonight. But first? Handle our business. The Krigare may be…” He paused. How did he say it without coming off tacky or unintentionally cruel. “...Vertically challenged. But she still earned the mantle.” He removed his arm, bringing it up for a fist bump to his girlfriend.
“Shall we go to war, gorgeous?”
“We shall, my love.” Azumi told him, much more serious and focused than he typically saw her. The woman that walked into the ring was far, far different than the one that went on dates with him. “Win or lose… we will make sure that Heaven & Hell never forgets this night. It is time… to destroy.”
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The ref called for the bell and things started off with Johnny Krule and Rick Dickulous inside the ring, looking for early dominance. Rick was big and nimble but Johnny’s much smaller stature meant he was a lot quicker and more agile than the mountain of Canadian muscle. He started low, laying into Rick’s legs with stiff kicks and hard shots to the midsection but Rick finally turned things around when he grabbed Johnny around the head and hit a headlock takeover so sudden, and with such snap, it looked like he could have ripped Johnny’s head right off his shoulders. This brought him into a ground headlock, trying to put Johnny to sleep but Tommy Krule ran in for the save, booting Rick in the back of the head. The ref argued him back out of the ring and Rick decided to tag in Matt Klazzic.
Matt came in with a head of steam, going right for Johnny like a lion on a wounded gazelle, trying to keep up the advantage with his King’s Road style and begin planting J. Krule with powerslams and backdrop drivers. Again, Tommy Krule broke up a pinfall and this time, dragged his brother to their corner before listening to the ref and getting out of the ring. Once he was there, he simply reached and tagged himself in. Tommy came at Matt, throwing everything at him from stiff forearms and elbows to working on his neck and legs with various takedowns. Things heated up even more when Matt Klazzic managed to tag Rick Dickulous back into the match but just a few moments after Rick and Tommy squared up, Tommy was able to exploit Rick’s size and somewhat lack of speed, compared to his own when he slid under Rick’s legs and hit a stiff chop block. As Rick staggered, Tommy got a chuckle out of some of the more dark humored fans as he swaggered around to in front of Rick, nailed him in the sternum with a kick and drove his head into the mat with the Last Rites for the pinfall.
Winners: The Krule Brothers
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"I feel... that everyone thinks they understand who I am. Yet everyone is wrong."
Judas Lasher leaned forward, palms down on the desk in his office, clad in a black pinstriped suit and tie.
"There are those who think I am a monster. That I am evil incarnate, that will cheat and resort to any means to get a win. They are wrong."
He smirked, damn near chuckling then, as he shook his head.
"Then... there are those who think I have mellowed. That my love for my family has made me soft. That I'm really just a good, decent man who is misunderstood. They are ALSO wrong."
He turned, the camera following him as he walked out of the office, and into his personal training room, which contained a wrestling ring, weights, and various exercise equipment.
"What I am... what I have ALWAYS been... is ruthless. I don't look for cheap ways to win. I don't take pleasure in cheating. But if an opportunity presents itself, I will always take it, even if it's not ideal. I am also a loyal man. Those who stand by me will always be protected. I do not turn my back on those who have mine."
"None of this has ever changed. From the time I brought Christian Young into the original Dominion of Pain, to this very day... those who are loyal to me receive nothing but the same in return. The only thing that has changed... is my goals."
He placed his hands on the ring apron, gazing into the ring in deep thought.
"As a younger man... all I wanted was to be the best wrestler in the world. The titles. The reputation. The adolation. But now... I want to leave a legacy. I'm a 45 year old man. I have no more need for World Titles, and for all the attention. Would I like to win a few more titles before I hang up the boots? Of course. I wouldn't still be wrestling if I didn't want to win. But the focus should no longer be on me. Nor on those my age. It is the youth of the world that will carry this industry into the next era. And that is what DPW is for. To cultivate that talent. To display it. To highlight it. To show the world that you don't have to be from a bygone era to be a star in this business. And Heaven & Hell... that is my ultimate level for this. William and myself want to take a few select talents that are ready to be megastars, and help the world see them on exactly that level."
Turning back to face the camera, Lasher sneered, his eyes narrowing.
"Sanada? Koshiba? You two are undoubtably future stars. But this? Is not your time. Tonight is for the Krigare to shine. To show this world that she is indeed the princess of darkness, and the protege I have always yearned for. Tonight... the two of you will regret ever deciding to accept this match. Ave... Satanas."
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Koichi Sanada and Azumi Koshiba were clearly tougher opponents than Judas Lasher had given them credit for, as they took it to he and Eavan Maloney from the moment the bell rang. At one point, Azumi and Eavan stood in center ring, exchanging insanely rough forearm shots to one another, neither wanting to let the other get the upper hand. The more surprising development was the way Sanada seemed to clearly be a step ahead of Lasher. He was younger, faster, and it showed.
As Eavan and Azumi began to brawl on the outside, Sanada hit Lasher with a BRUTAL roundhouse kick to the face that took him down immediately, then hopped to the top rope... only for Chris Wolfe to jump out of the crowd and shove him, causing him to fall face first to the floor!
Grabbing Sanada, Wolfe threw him head-first into the steel ringpost, before rolling him back into the ring, giving him the middle finger, and leaving back through the crowd. Lasher finally got to his feet, saw Sanada struggling to get to his own, and did exactly what he'd mentioned earlier: seize an opportunity. He spun the other man around, nailing him with Lucifer's Halo and hooking him in for the pin at 22:07
WINNERS: Judas Lasher & Eavan Maloney
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"MEGGYYYYYYY!"
Lara Blackheart sat on a bench in Sex & Violence's dressing room, in her ring gear and a Vlad Blackheart memorial tee, lacing up her boots, as she called out her partner's name.
"You almost ready, babe? I wanna make sure we're ready as can be. I'm dedicating this match to my dad tonight, and it would kinda suck balls if we freakin' lose..."
Calmly as she probably ever would appear in her entire life, Meggy walked over to her friend and tag partner, already in her ring gear, and leaned over, kissing the other girl's forehead.
"Your dad meant a lot to me, too," she stood up. Looking for the t-shirt she was going to be wearing out to to the ring. "He's going to be right there with us tonight. There's no way in hell we're going to lose."
"We're all gonna be thinking of him tonight. Even LeeAnn and Marissa." Lara said with a sigh. I'm just glad Katie's on the mend. She should be back to normal with us for the next show. Without Shelley here now... we're already losing the numbers game."
"But you know Shelley better than the rest of us," Meggy put her hands on her hips. "If she feels that we need her, she's going to be right there. Even if we aren't expecting her. Plus, The Smalls Twins do anything she says, so..." she shrugged with a smirk.
"I know Kyle's got us if need be...." Lara said, raising an eyebrow. "But Kimi seems.... to have her own shit going on lately. I'm a little worried about her. It's like she's obsessed with proving she can be as hardcore and extreme as any man."
"Not proving so much as just doing it," Meggy laughed, nodding. "But yeah, I get what you mean. It's hard for all of us to get out there and be recognized as more than just another face in the crowd."
Lara stood, reaching down to tie her t-shirt off at the midriff. "These jackasses took Mia out, they tried to take you out... last show they tried like hell to take Tommy out. This time? Sex & Violence shows them that... much like Wu-Tang Clan... we ain't nothin' to fuck with."
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There was definitely no love lost between these two teams. Everyone knew their history by now, as well as the betrayal by the Viskan family. Things started off bad for Sex & Violence as Meggy Sparkles opted to start off for her team against The Coven’s Marissa Viskan. However, when they were about to lock up, Marissa suddenly backed up to her corner and tagged in her mother, LeeAnn. Lara tried to coax Meggy back over to tag her in but Meggy wanted to prove she could hang with the baddest of vets and went head on in against LeeAnn Viskan. Big mistake as LeeAnn Viskan got her hands on Meggy and twisted the poor girl up like a pretzel for the opening few minutes, locking in painful submission holds only to let up on one, long enough to keep Meggy from potentially tapping. A second later, however, LeeAnn would just lock in a different submission hold.
Whether it was arrogance, underestimating, or a bit of both, LeeAnn’s luck turned on her eventually when Meggy leaned forward into a Triangle Choke to press LeeAnn’s shoulders down. LeeAnn let her go at a two count in order to prevent being pinned and Meggy managed to slide in with a basement dropkick that stopped LeeAnn’s momentum dead in its tracks. Meggy started off with stiff kicks of her own, taunting the veteran that she’d let her advantage slip. She started picking the pace up with more of an aerial offense, diving off the top rope for a flying forearm or a missile dropkick while later showing her ground game by pulling off a moonsault straight from the mat but LeeAnn countered with her knees and tagged in Marissa Viskan. Marissa came in hot with brutal kicks, working on Meggy’s knees to make her aerial takeoffs harder. Eventually, Meggy was able to tag Lara Blackheart in and the daughter of Easy V came in like a bullet at her former childhood friend. The two had an absolute war with one another which saw Marissa tag back out to LeeAnn. Lara was able to hold her own pretty well against LeeAnn but eventually, the rested veteran turned the tables and began working on the knees of Easy V’s daughter. Before Lara could tap, however, Meggy Sparkles made the save and Sex & Violence managed to fight their way back to victory after Marissa tagged back in but as she went for The Bitch Killa, the lights went and the video wall lit up with….
BURN THE COVEN
When the lights came back on, Marissa Viskan was staring up at the screen angrily, not realizing that Lara Blackheart, oblivious to what even actually happened, was getting back on her feet and noticed that Marissa wasn’t paying attention. Lara poised herself to strike and when Marissa turned back to the match, Lara hit the Coma White - shades of her father - on Marissa to score Sex & Violence the 1-2-3 over The Coven!
Winners: Sex & Violence
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Samantha Tolson-Anderson paces in her locker room, dressed for war in a military-inspired singlet and black boots. She doesn't look at the camera, however, just speaks.
"Supernatural demon. Mental breakdown. Split personality."
"Alex Brody, I don't give a good goddamn which of those it is. The bottom line is that last time, you tried to take me out. But like everyone else, you failed to get the job done. The problem though is that I have a long memory when it comes to people trying to fuck me over, and I won't rest until I've reclaimed my pound of flesh."
"You offered me a shitpile of an apology. You don't know what came over you? Bullshit. You got pissed that you couldn't put me down easily. You got pissed because I wouldn't roll over and take the loss. You got pissed, though only God knows why, so you decided you were gonna try and end me."
"Whatever you think that demon in your head is, Alex? Better bring it out from the get go tonight. Because one way or another, I'm evening the score between us, and I'm sending you a message you'll never fucking forget."
"Never piss off a redneck. Because when you piss us off, we stop being nice. We stop being cordial. We start coming for blood. So tonight, Alex? You're going down, and you're going down hard."
"There aren't enough suplexes that will be enough. Not enough knees to your skull, none of it will be enough until I knock your ass out and pin you. When you wake up, Alex...just remember one thing. You brought this on yourself."
Samantha stops talking, still pacing back and forth as the camera shot fades.
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Confirming the worst fears of anyone who knew her... once Samantha was in the ring, Alex's normal entrance music did not play. In it's place was a creepy, slow chiming of bells, followed by a young child's voice, announcing in a sing-song tone:
"Sheeeeeeee's baa-aaaaaack...."
The lights blacked out then, and only a dark green spotlight shone on the stage. As smoke began to appear on the stage, Alex Brody, no... not Alex Brody... Queen Cthulhu, complete with green and black wrestling gear and disturbing tentacled mask, began to rise from beneath the stage on a platform, while her new theme began to play.
From the bell,. Queen Cthulhu was an absolute animal, attacking Samantha with the ferocity of a rabid wolf. Samantha wouldn't back down though, fighting her off with a series of throws and strikes. Like Alex had said earlier though... while the throws and strikes surely were doing damage, somehow she wasn't processing the fact that it hurt. She just kept getting up, and attacking again, before an errant forearm shot grazed Samantha's forehead, cutting her open.
Cthulhu jumped onto Samantha's back, quickly wrapping a vicious chokehold on her. Crafty as she is powerful, Samantha made it to the ropes... but Cthulhu would not break the hold, sinching it in even tighter, until finally the referee called for the bell and disqualified her, giving the victory to Tolson-Anderson at 9:42. Judas Lasher ran into the ring then, and had to PRY Queen Cthulhu off of Samantha, the smaller woman then standing over her opponent silently, before leaving the ring.
WINNER: Samantha Tolson-Anderson