Post by DPW Commish on May 25, 2020 18:57:51 GMT -5
Rather than focusing on the announcers doing their typical intro, the show cold-opens on Samantha Tolson-Anderson sitting in the women's portion of the Heaven And Hell locker room, wearing one of her lavender 'Bombs Away' shirts and a pair of denim shorts, along with some purple Nike cross-trainers. She has a black softball bat in her hands, tapping the business end of it into a palm as she talks.
"Alex Brody. For the record, Alex, I flatly refuse to call you Queen Cthulu or whatever it is when you wear that mask. To me it's all Alex Brody."
"You see, Alex, what we have here is a failure to communicate, you and me. You wanna pretend that you have no control of this certain part of your personality, yet before our match last show you had a crisis of conscious about it. Wondering whether or not to let her out."
"But once you did, Alex...she was out of the cage and ready for a fight. A fight that, I might add, you couldn't be bothered to play within the rules of.
Tap...tap...tap goes the bat.
"You want me to call you a Goddess? That I should walk away now and just let everything you've tried to do to me slide? Aww hell no!"
"You're no deity, Alex. You're not royalty, you're not superhuman...you're just a girl. An insecure little girl who had to blame her indiscretions on a separate personality to justify the fact that on her own...Alex Brody can't beat me."
"Listen to that again. One on one, without your supposed mental breakdowns...You. Can't. Beat. Me."
"So I tell you what, Alex. Judas thinks I'm the Ace around here? Let's put that to the test."
Again with the bat...tap...tap...tap.
"Next DPW pay per view, you and me. Chicago Street Fight."
"You win? I'll walk out of DPW."
"But I win? I get that mask and you get the help you need."
"You like breaking the rules, but let's see how you fare when there are none. When I can do anything to you my warped mind desires and no one can bitch."
"Don't get me wrong. I know you'll get that same thing. But the only way to slay this beast is on her turf. You've proven it. You've shown me the only thing you're going to listen to is force."
"So that's how I'll speak to you. With force. With violence. In your kind of match."
"Just realize that I'm certainly no stranger to this. And that despite what you think, you're as much in my yard as your own."
"But come that night, Alex..."
"...I'm gonna take that mask and force you to cure what ails you."
"It's up to you. You either have the guts, or you don't..."
Tap...tap...tap...
"Let me know by the end of the show."
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The mixed tag match ended up more or less a squash. Dasari and Taylor clearly had no team chemistry between them, while Krule and Sparkles were like a well-oiled machine. The biggest surprise in the match was the emergence of a harder, more aggressive, more focused Meggy. The combination of watching her friends attacked, and the influence of Tommy, had already made a big difference. Between Krule's unpredictable brawling and Meggy's surprisingly stiff striking and aerial assaults, Dasrai and Taylor never had a chance. Finally, at 5:02, Tommy and Meggy brought their opponents into the middle of the ring, and gave them stereo Last Rites for the double pin.
WINNERS: TOMMY KRULE & MEGGY SPARKLES
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The scene opens in The Coven's locker room area, Tyler Grey sitting on a bench seemingly in meditation of some sort, while Marissa Viskan talks to the giant Belphegor.
"This is a cakewalk, big man." She said, rolling her eyes dismissively. "Mannheim was a bad-ass years ago. But he's an old man now. Don't be taken in my his legend. Just focus on the old fucker across the ring from you. And retire him. Put him down."
Karla sat in the corner of the locker room. She knew that the big guy had nothing to worry about when it came to defending the Hellfire Championship against the old man. Personally, she felt like she had even less to worry about when it came to her match against Lara Blackheart's latest toy. "Yeah, he's had his time," she looked up. "You need to show him that it's time for a new day."
"We have a chance to wipe out any chance Sex & Violence has against us tonight." Marissa said, looking at Karla with a grin. "You have a chance to take Blackheart's bitch out of this. Buzzsaw can bust up Adrianna, and Tyler is gonna make a goddamn example out of that idiot Donohue."
"A chance?" Karla raised an eyebrow. "Lara won't even recognize her new little toy when I'm done with her. Not that she'll care. She'll just move on to the next anyway," she laughed, shaking her head. "That's Lara's weakness," she nodded.
"She has many." Marissa smirked, shaking her head. "You will never hear me disparage her father. I loved that man like an uncle. But wanting to be just like him is her biggest weakness. All I gotta do is think what HE would do in a certain situation, and voila: I know what Lara would do. I'll say this though... since Montes started working with Lara and her pals, she's got an edge to her. Don't underestimate her."
Karla looked up with a wicked grin, "I never underestimate anyone. That's sort of how I'm looked at as one of the most brutal wrestlers inside of the ring. I don't care if it's their very first match. I give them everything I've got and then some. If they bleed, that's just a bonus."
"Good. Because we can more or less end this feud tonight. We take out three of them in one night?" Marissa laughed, snapping her fingers. "That's a numbers game they'll NEVER come back from."
Karla nodded, licking her lips. "And what an end it shall be."
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Backstage, in her own locker room rests one Katie Montes, fresh off of a few surgeries to now look more her age. Dressed in her wrestling gear, she watches as a camera focuses in on her. The crowd reaction is very split.
Katie Montes: "OK, we're doing this now... cool... uh, I'll admit that I joined DPW to be with my girlfriend and her friends. I've been merely a peripheral part of this place from the start. The fact that the World Title wasn't the first thing on my mind really is a point against me, I'm aware. I showed that it was, but it really wasn't. I don't necessarily speak with my stablemates, some of which are also pursuing the World Title. They have little to say to me, as I them. They probably know my reputation and don't want to sully theirs by speaking with me..."
Montes rises from the couch and starts pacing back and forth, not really looking into the camera at all.
Katie Montes: "But recently, I've seen an old friend... another that doesn't talk to me... struggle with being top champion, and all I could feel was relief. I felt relieved that I wasn't the only one who didn't fully know how to handle being a champion. Even though it should be the first thing on my mind, I'm not ready and I don't think I'll ever fully be ready for a title."
She stops her pacing, finally looking into the camera with her blue-by-contact-lens eyes.
Katie Montes: "But here's the thing: even if I'm not ready, I'm still hungry as fuck for one. It's been over two and a half years since I've had a singles title to truly call mine... and even that one's unrecognized. Which means officially, it's been nearly four years since I held my only singles title. That only makes my metaphorical tummy growl louder, really. I don't deserve one, I don't necessarily need one... but god damn it, I want a title whether I'm ready for one or not. And I have trust that I'll get one eventually. People can ridicule me and DPW all they want about the past they want me to have, but it's not going to change the fact that eventually? I am going to be DPW World Champion. Regardless of who likes it. My road that should have started with Sam Tolson is gonna start with you, Karla. Whether you like it or not, and whether you're ready or not."
And just like that, out walks Montes, presumably to meet with her stablemates and girlfriend.
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Tyler Grey was clearly out for blood, trying to send a message to the rest of Sex & Violence by manhandling Lash Donohue. After a few initial offensive moves from Donohue, Grey took advantage after a brutal lariat, and stayed on Lash like a rabid pitbull. He continually attacked the neck of his opponent, hitting multiple piledrivers and DDTs, before jumping to the top rope, and delivering a kneedrop to the back of Donohue's neck.
After sufficiently weaking Lash, Grey dragged him to the middle of the ring, slapping The Skynet on him and pulling back until Donohue had no choice but to tap out.
WINNER: TYLER GREY
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The camera suddenly cuts to backstage, to a conversation between The Smalls Twinz:
"Oh like you're doing so well in your career," Kimi Smalls shouted at her brother, Kyle.
"At least I'm trying to do things the right way," Kyle shot back, neither aware that a camera is on them backstage.
Kimi shook her head, scoffing. "Pining after girls who would so rather be with someone of their own gender is really not getting you anywhere Kyle, and you know it!"
"Leave her out of this!" Kyle snapped back. "She was the one who reached out to me, afraid of what she is capable of. Was I really just supposed to stand back and allow it to happen?"
"Great job talking her out of it," Kimi clapped mockingly. "She did it and now it looks like that weak ass bitch is set out to kill your little... what shall we call her? You got it once, and despite her not being your first, you got whipped, all while she continued to drool all over that manager of hers. Who I'm fairly sure only sees her as dollar signs. You were right about that."
"Shut up," Kyle sneered. "Just shut up."
"Aww, what's wrong," Kimi went on even further with the mocking tone. "Can't handle the truth?"
"It's not even about that, and you know it," Kyle shook his head. "You're going too far, and it's going to get you nowhere. I'm not going to stand by and watch you go down this road, just to be with him."
"Well, good luck curing Alex," Kimi called out as Kyle turned to walk away. "And hey... I'm sure Sex & Violence would love to have you. Maybe you'll actually get a match that way."
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After giving a fiery challenge to Alex Brody earlier, Samantha Tolson-Anderson made her entrance to Lacey Sturm's "The Soldier".
"The King of Pain" Judas Lasher walked beside her, dressed in a black suit and tie, his long hair slicked back into a ponytail. He had made it quite clear how much he viewed this woman as part of the future of DPW, and he was going to be sure to help guide her there.
Scott Leroux: "Here's Samantha Tolson-Anderson of Heaven and Hell, on a mission of late, calling on Alex Brody to unleash Queen Cthulhu. And with her is Judas Lasher himself, coming down to give some encouragement to Miss Tolson-Anderson it seems."
Christian Young: "Yeah, I wanna see Queen Cthulhu too! Come on, Alex Brody! Unleash the beast!"
Scott Leroux: "Christian, Cthulhu wasn't a beast, it was an Elder One in Lovecra--"
Christian Young: "I don't care what IT was, I wanna see OUR Queen Cthulhu! Not some Lovecraft bullshit!"
The lights dimmed then, as the opening roar of Body Count's "Carnivore" announced the arrival of 'The Human Beast', SIN.
Wearing MMA-style trunks and gloves, with a black sports bra and tight white tank top, she slipped her mouthguard in and posed for the crowd before walking down the aisle.
Christian Young: "This is my girl, Scotty. SIN is as dangerous as they come!”
Scott Leroux: "SIN, as Christian was saying, is quite proficient in Mixed Martial Arts. Should be quite the matchup against Tolson-Anderson's more technical approach, wouldn't you say, Christian?"
Christian Young: "Most wrestlers decline with age, but somehow SIN has gotten deadlier as she’s gotten older. Combined with the power both possess, this should be a fantastic matchup!”
The opening of the match saw Samantha Tolson-Anderson and SIN trading blows from the onset, SIN expertly blocking, and Tolson-Anderson attempting to keep distance between herself and her opponent. As the two were jockeying for position, Tolson-Anderson was able to score a beautiful double-leg takedown in the centre of the ring. It was a trap set by SIN though, as SIN quickly leveraged control from Tolson-Anderson on the ground using her MMA experience to turn the tide in her favour.
SIN took control of the match, delivering powerful European Uppercuts and backing Tolson-Anderson into the corner, continuing with vicious chops in the corner and a 5 count from the referee. As SIN played the crowd, Samantha Tolson-Anderson recovered and charged SIN from behind, landing a bulldog along the ropes. As Tolson-Anderson began to mount offense on the ground, SIN was able to grab ahold of the ropes, causing the referee to break up the action.
As the two were separated by the referee, SIN attempted a cheap shot, only to have Tolson-Anderson block it and spin SIN around, quickly capitalizing by wrapping her arms around her midsection. Samantha Tolson-Anderson then went on the offensive. Tolson-Anderson managed to land not one, not two, but THREE belly-to-back suplexes. She sent SIN into the ropes with an Irish Whip, setting up for a back body drop only to be met with a face full of boot from SIN.
SIN, after regaining control, unleashed more brutal offense, striking Samantha Tolson-Anderson relentlessly, landing blow after blow, staggering Tolson-Anderson. SIN brutally whipped Samantha into the corner - HARD - crumpling Samantha Tolson-Anderson in a battered heap.
Judas Lasher stepped closer to the apron, seemingly offering words of encouragement to a recovering Tolson-Anderson, who nodded as he talked, as SIN played the crowd.
Scott Leroux: "Judas Lasher offering Samantha Tolson-Anderson some words of wisdom as she recovers from this brutal onslaught from SIN."
Christian Young: "Well, if she thinks my girl SIN is hard on her, wait until she meets up with Queen Cthulhu! UNLEASH THE BEAST!!"
Scott Leroux: "My thoughts exactly, Christian. Samantha Tolson-Anderson is really holding her own in this match, despite being on the receiving end for the majority of it."
As SIN signalled for a running knee and took off at a run towards a recovering Tolson-Anderson, Lasher sprung to life.
Lasher (barely audible): "NOW!"
Just as SIN was about to leap, Tolson-Anderson sidestepped and caught SIN with a drop toehold. As SIN's face smashed into the middle turnbuckle, the crowd popped. Samantha Toldon-Anderson ignored them, setting her focus on SIN, and signalling to the crowd before hitting Victory Drop Alpha for the 1-2-3 at 21:09!
WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON
After the match, before Samatha could leave the ring, the lights dimmed to a dark green hue, a low, eerie hum echoing through the arena as various images of Lovecraftian demons and monsters flashed across the video wall. It all suddenly stopped, the lights in the arena going completely dark, and all that was heard was a raspy female voice, that of Queen Cthulhu.
"Samantha.... I accept... your challenge"
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William Mannheim slowly walks down the back hallways of the arena, seemingly searching for something. He talks to the cameraman as he searches
"...and that's when I ended up ankle deep in shit, piss, and vomit back behind a grocery store back home. Yeah, not exactly the story you wanna open with, but hey, you're an impressionable youth, and I just want to impress on you why you should absolutely NOT work for the humane society."
*They round a corner and continue down a new hallway*
"It's kinda like tonight. Belphegor? The Hellfire Championship? Please," he chuckles, "I was probably winning titles before he was sperm...and tonight I'll make him wriggle like one. No threats, no tough guy bullshit, no. Simple and straightforward, Belphegor thinks he knows what I've got, and I'll let him think that."
*As Mannheim continues down the hallway, doors begin to have names painted on them in blocky, stenciled letters: Equipment Room, Garbage Room, Maintenance Closet*
"We're getting closer, it's just up here. It's been awhile since I used this pre-game ritual, but, well, it's been a long time since I had a match for anything more than just slapping an errant child around. You ever done that? Slapped a kid, I mean? I know society looks down on it, but see, it's like this: if you baby them, they grow up to be entitled cunts; if you discipline them and foster growth in the positive behaviours, they grow up to be responsible adults...call me crazy, but I think Belphegor may fall into the former - I guess we'll find out in a few hours."
*Mannheim slows down, turning directly into the camera, his head blocking the words on the door behind his head - the odd letter peeks out, teasing the viewer*
"At the end of the day, this is where the buck stops. Here. Tonight. Heaven and Hell: Judas, Sam, Eavan...they know already what Belphegor's got in store for him. I may be old, but hey, you need to watch out for an old man in a young man's game....especially when he has experience, and old tradition on his side. So Belphegor? Get ready, because tonight's the night you have your first REAL title defense. Tonight is the night that you either ahow the world you're here to stay, or tuck your tail and run scared like a little bitch. Shit or get off the pot...now, if you'll excuse me, I have a little prep work to do."
*He reaches behind him and opens the door, the words still not visible, but the interior of the adjoining room is dark, a small pool of water can be seen just inside the door. Mannheim turns and steps into the room, disappearing into the darkness as the door slowly closes, the camera zooms in on the stenciled words painted on the door: BOILER ROOM*
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This match started off with Karla Jeffries taking the advantage when she ran right up on Katie Montes and started attacking her as soon as she got into the ring. Karla worked Katie over in the beginning of the match with stiff brawling strikes, clotheslines and DDTs. Katie Montes flipped the tables around, coming off the ropes during an Irish whip into a handspring cutter that stopped Karla’s momentum dead on. She kept up the offense, coming at Karla with high flying aerial attacks mixed in with her own brawling strikes. The two continued going at it for a back and forth battle that saw Katie and Karla exchanging signature attempts. Finally, Karla caught Katie with a European Uppercut, setting her up for the Go 2 Sleep but Katie slipped free and caught Karla with the Dark Ride for the pinfall victory.
WINNER: KATIE MONTES
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As the previous match ended, Parkway Drive's "The Void" began to play, signalling the arrival of Owen "The Wild Stallion" Leroux. After how he'd been attacked last show by Chris Wolfe, a man he'd considered a friend, it was no surprise that the masked man looked far more angry and aggressive than he typically did.
Hopping into the ring, he grabbed the microphone from the ring announcer, gesturing for his music to stop.
"Chris Wolfe.... I've spent hour... after hour... trying to figure out why you would attack me the way you did last Mayhem. You and I have been cool since our days in NFW, and I was expecting a good, fair match. Not for you to damn near try to hospitalize me. So if you were "man" enough to do that? You can be man enough to come tell me to my face - why you did it."
Instead of Chris' usual entrance music, the thumping beat of Rick Ross' "B.M.F." began to pump through the arena, as The Big Bad Wolfe strutted out onto the stage.
Black leather pants, white silk dress shirt (open, of course), and expensive shades made him look, well... like a cocky douche. He walked down the aisle, hopping into the ring and getting right in Owen's face.
"You wanna know why, Owen? You whiny-ass bitch... this ain't some high-school social event where we worry about making friends. This is a business, and I'm sick and goddamn tired of worrying about being liked, and getting nothing for it. I've been getting screwed over and overlooked since before we even came here. I made it to the finals of the first Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. I took the owner of this company to the LIMIT. And since then, it's become clear that the idea of a handsome young black man being the star of the company, there OR here. I'm done being the smiling good guy that puts on great matches, moves some merch, but never goes anywhere. From now on? I'm going to the TOP. And to get there, I'm gonna step on each and every one of you assholes."
Owen shook his head, chuckling bitterly. "You delusional jackass... nobody's holding you down. So you haven't gone as far as you want. Neither have I. It just means you work harder. You bust your ass until you get what you want. You think shortcuts and sneak attacks are gonna help you? You're crazy if you do."
Dressed in a hoodie and street clothes, a female made her way through the crowd and hopped the gate behind Owen. As the boys went back and forth on which was the proper way to get attention and move forward in the company, she reached under the ring, pulling out her trusty chains and pulled her hood off to reveal that she was Kimi Smalls. Just as the crowd began to react to her, she slid under the bottom rope and wrapped the chain around one hand, holding it with the other. Just as Owen started to turn around, the chain came across his face. She got a few more body shots in before stepping aside to laugh.
Blood began to seep through Owen's mask, and drip to the mat. As he struggled to get up, Chris grabbed him, picked him up, and hit him with a vicious Blackout, before putting the boots to him.
Seeing that Kimi was about to go for a little more, Maryanne Williams burst out from behind the curtains to a HUGE pop and ran down to tackle Kimi, wrestling her out of the ring to keep the fight even.
And that was when Chris grabbed Mary by a big handful of her hair, aiming a sickening forearm shot right to the back of her head. He dragged her to the middle of the ring, to where Owen lay bleeding, and gave HER a Blackout, right onto Leroux's unmoving form.
With a sickening cackle, Kimi got up, standing next to Chris. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning into him as she looked down at the other couple, shaking her head. "You were right, babe. That was TOO easy."
Looking disgustingly pleased with himself, Wolfe wrapped an arm around Kimi's waist, and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss, before having the microphone tossed in to him. "Me an' my girl Kimi? We're both done being overlooked around here. From now on? We take what's OURS."
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Buzzsaw had a wicked smile on his painted mouth as the bell rang and he began circling the mat with Adrianna. As much hate as she had in her eyes towards someone she used to call a friend, she wasn’t too eager to rush into a fight with him. The two circled for a moment before stepping in and locking up. Buzzsaw pushed, inching Adrianna back but she dug her heels into the mat to stop the man’s advance and began sloooowly pushing him back to the ropes until the ref counted them apart. They circled up again and this time Buzzsaw opted for another test of strength, holding his hands up. Adrianna carefully accepted them and was almost driven to a knee but again, she powered Buzzsaw back, rotating his wrists and driving the Coven’s deadly striker almost to his knee before he caught her with a kick to the midsection and went right into his stiff kicks and elbows. Adrianna was pretty strike savvy herself, as people knew, but Buzzsaw was...well...this is one of her striking teachers she’s fighting here.
While Buzzsaw chipped away at Adrianna with strikes and takedowns, Adrianna battled him on the mat whenever it went to the floor and she was able to use her own MMA background to escape Buzzsaw’s attempt to mount or submit her. She flipped the tables fully when he went for a superkick to her while she was on a knee. She caught the foot, exploded up and leveled him with a lariat. Buzzsaw was quick to his feet and the two began trading kicks, again with Buzzsaw beginning to slow down the Queen of Anarchy. The longer the match went on, the more Buzzsaw slowly looked to be breaking the woman down until he finally locked on the DNR (Do Not Resuscitate), going for a submission. As he locked it on and Adrianna struggled futilely, he began to appear to taunt her with words the camera mostly didn’t pick up on it’s mics. It did pick up him mentioning Mia Hayashi’s name and then...something happened. Adrianna paused for a second before her fists balled up and she began pushing upwards, taking Buzzsaw by surprise until she made it up to her feet with Buzzsaw on her shoulder and delivered a running Powerslam!!
From there, any offense Buzzsaw hoped to get was evaded or batted away while Adrianna looked like a woman possessed, leveling him with her more power based attacks. Stiff forearms and elbows were paired nicely with a counter slam any time Buzzsaw started getting a head of steam back, such as the point where he hit her in the ribs with a Spinning Back Kick and came off the ropes. As he ran back in, Adrianna popped him up into the air and caught him in a Firemen’s Carry hold, then drove his head into the mat with a sick Samoan Driver!! From here, Adrianna got into position for the MOAB Launch, waiting in the corner for Buzzsaw to rise. As she charged him, however, Buzzsaw pulled off a magnificent leap frog. Scott Leroux even made a joke on commentary about the man getting record air with it but as he landed and turned back around, Adrianna had pushed her foot off of the middle turnbuckle across the ring, launching herself into a second MOAB attempt that NAILED Buzzsaw, proverbially breaking him in half!! She wasted no time, giving him no room to rest and pulled herself painfully to her feet, dragging him up as well. Suplex hold! Toss up! GROUND ZERO!!!! Driven violently to the mat, Buzzsaw laid out in the center as Adrianna hooked the leg for the pinfall victory at 15:37!
WINNER: ADRIANNA SALVATORE
Adrianna pulled herself to her feet and walked to the time keeper’s corner, calling for a microphone. She snatched it from the ring announcer and turned towards the ramp.
“MARISSA!!!! LEEANN!!!!”
She screamed, terrifyingly into the microphone before pointing to Buzzsaw on the mat.
“HERE...IS YOUR DEADLIEST...FUCKING...WARRIOR!!!!”
She pants heavily, obviously exhausted from just fifteen minutes with the man. Adrianna pushes her hair out of her face, sneering at the stage like an angry beast.
“You’ve got two choices…. Give me...Tyler Grey...and I’ll consider it done. If you don’t...if you won’t...if you fail to comply...then the same incredible terror that has menaced him….”
She points to Buzzsaw.
“...will Strike! At! YOU!!”
She points to the stage again, before dropping that hand along with the microphone as her music resumes and she leaves the ring, storming up the ramp towards backstage.
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The match started off with the bell and the two giants coming face to face. Belphegor immediately began talking trash, shoving Mannheim back from him and goading him into hitting him. Mannheim cocked back a hand but feigned and kicked him in the gut. The crowd got behind The Mangler as the veteran absolutely laid into the giant of The Coven with brutal shots that looked like they could have taken a smaller man’s head off. He began fighting Belphegor back towards the edge of the ring on the side where no ropes were. Belphegor certainly wasn’t about to take this lying down as he showed his resiliency, powering through Mannheim’s offense and coming back with his own bone crunching blows. In the end, however, it looked like Belphegor was about to set Mannheim up for the 9th Circle when Tommy Krule hit the ring out of nowhere and chop blocked him into dropping Mannheim back down to his feet on the mat. They were close enough to the edge of the mat that Krule basically said “fuck it” and was able to deliver his signature DDT to Belphegor off the edge of the ring onto the exploding barbwire boards on the floor. When the smoke cleared, both men were still laid out but Belphegor was just barely moving. Mannheim finally put an end to it, however, hitting an elbow drop off the apron to pin the younger giant in order to become the new DPW Hellfire Champion!
WINNER: WILLIAM MANNHEIM
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Thank you to this week's match writers!
Mannheim/Belphegor, Salvatore/Buzzsaw, Montes/Jeffries - Vin
SIN/Tolson-Anderson - Jeff