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Deep in the heart of Texas, there is a legend. A legend about a wandering wrestling show. Never held in the same place twice, it’s a place where the usual rules don’t apply. A place where magic and myth still exist; where an underdog with a little bit of luck can find themselves a champion.


The Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling company masquerades as a circus, but their patrons know the truth. It has been run for some time now by the mysterious Jon Hansen, who’s build suggests a history in the ring himself. But Hansen holds his cards close to his chest and runs the circus with authority. To cross Hansen is to find yourself left behind when the caravans leave.


For many, the circus has become their home. At DVW, you can escape your past and find your future. If you can find your way to DVW and get a meeting with Hansen, or his assistant Cat Jemson, you can get a chance at making the DVW roster.


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<p>Levon Belanger kept close to his gorgeous guide as he followed her through the labyrinth of trucks, trailer, motor homes and tents that made up the backside of Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling. It didn’t seem possible for such a small area, but Levon was certain he could get lost in a few seconds here. He swore he could hear some giggling and laughing coming from a small tent they rounded. In the near distance, a man wearing a mask with pointed ears stands motionless on the top of a trailer. She led him past an old, short RV on the left. For a brief moment the curtains parted in the window, revealing a woman staring at them, long brown hair framing dark, sunken eyes.</p><p>

The sight startled Levon and he stumbled, bumping into his guide. He quickly recovered, giving her a sheepish grin.</p><p> </p><p>

“Keep your hands to yourself, Mr Belanger,” she brushed him off.</p><p> </p><p>

“Right. Sorry. Of course. I was just… startled.”</p><p> </p><p>

“There are weirder things around than that,” she answered, leading him away.</p><p> </p><p>

They arrived at a trailer that looked like a mobile office, more than a home. The Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling logo was prominently painted on one side of the trailer, surrounded by portraits of wrestlers. Prominent figures in the company’s history, Levon figured, judging from the age of the mural. It was all quite faded and distressed. He was led inside.</p><p> </p><p>

The room inside was cluttered, with a decorating aesthetic that looked ripped from the 20s. A burly man in his early 40s, long hair tied back, sat tucked behind a desk overflowing with framed, old photos and stacks of paper. He was dressed casually, but with a fancy, red jacket over top. Two younger men sat in a few of the many chairs and couches in the room.</p><p> </p><p>

His guide’s attitude immediately changed. She waved a hand vaguely at the three men in the office, before reclining on a couch in the corner. “Levon Belanger. Meet our Ringmaster, Jon Hansen.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen cocked an eyebrow at her. “Eloquent as always, Cat. Remind me again why I employ you?” Without waiting for an answer - which was only an apathetic shrug anyways - Hansen extended a hand to Levon. “Welcome to DVW, Mr Belanger. May I introduce Riley McManus and Logan Wolfsbaine.”</p><p> </p><p>

Logan, the bald one of the two other men, waved. “It’s good to see you again, Levon.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Same.”</p><p> </p><p>

“You know each other?” Hansen asked.</p><p> </p><p>

“We’ve met at a few independent events,” Levon explained.</p><p> </p><p>

“Excellent,” Hansen said. “Old friends are as welcome as new friends, I always say. You three are here for the same reason; to get a shot at joining our roster. I couldn’t be more excited about the three of you. You all have excellent pedigrees. Riley was worked around the world and has trained with the legendary Rip Chord. Levon graduated from the House of Stone and Logan worked with the incomparable Raymond Diaz. And, of course, his uncle was quite the star while working here.”</p><p> </p><p>

“My uncle?” said Logan. “You must be mistaken, sir. I only have two uncles and neither of them were ever wrestlers.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Yes, of course. I must be mistaken,” Hansen said with a slight nod. He spread his large arms wide. “Alas, we don’t have a space for each of you. Money is tight. And, of course, we must make sure we are working with only the best interests of DVW in mind. As such, we will do what we have always done.”</p><p> </p><p>

“One match. 1 vs 1 vs 1. Score the first pinfall or submission and you will receive this; a DVW contract. The losers… well, we thank you for your time.”</p><p>

Levon sized up his opposition. Riley’s face was hard to read, but he didn’t look happy. Logan, always ready for a fight, actually grinned.</p><p> </p><p>

“When is this match?” Levon asked.</p><p> </p><p>

“Tonight. Better get ready.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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OOC Stuff - Welcome to Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling! Thanks for reading. Just want to get some misc info out there.</p><p>

First of all, DVW is inspired by a few things. The totally awesome logo created by iDol and wanting to so something with that. The promotion itself is intended to be some weird cross between Lucha Underground, CHIKARA and the Carnivale TV show. Seems like a winning combination.</p><p>

Secondly, I just want to thank all the great diary writers whose work I have enjoyed, which has inspired me to write and post my own stuff. The legends - Monkeypox, Scap, Self, James Casey. I would not be posting this without their incredible work. Not to mention all the great work on here now. How do any of you have time for lives?</p><p>

Finally, some basic info on DVW. We are a Regional company, based out of the Mid-South (which, I realize, may not be Dixie, but it’s possible I misclicked). DVW runs an event every two weeks. We are a intergender company, with a focus on multi-men matches. Tag, Trio and other matches are contended under Lucha rules, as far as tags go. I want to give the impression, in kayfabe, that DVW has existed before the start of the diary, even though it hasn’t.</p><p>

You will notice, once the shows start, that DVW is starting in March of 2018. This is a 2018 where NOTBPW wrestling doesn’t exist, as SWF bought it out in late 2017, despite having troubles staying above Cult level themselves. You may notice several NOTBPW workers. They are also several workers that are either computer generated - like Levon Belanger - or renamed/remasked C-Verse workers. I plan on being pretty open with most of these, unless it is planned to be a big plot point later. If interested in a particular worker’s background, just ask.</p>

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<p>Love the concept of this, looking forwards to how it plays out</p><p> </p><p>

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1.1 New Destiny


Saturday, Week 2, March 2018

Held in Mid South, USA.

Attendance: 3,300

Available online. Commentary by Samuel Curran and Gerrard Lee



The show proper opens under the big top. It is a big space, swallowing up the audience. In the middle is the traditional three ring performance area of a circus, with a wrestling ring in the very centre. Despite the bright colours of the tent and signs, everything is faded, giving it all a dark, unwelcoming feel. Shadows seem to exist everywhere, with the exception of the ring area, obviously.


The show gets right into the first match. Pounding rock plays over the speakers, the singer screaming in German, and Pavel Vanzycha comes down the aisle. He is dressed in a worn buckskins. He is well built, but looks even larger next to his tiny manager, Marina Del Ray, who, comparatively, looks rather under-dressed. Pavel sneers at the crowd and strokes his magnificent mustache.


The lights flicker, as though an energy surge is rushing through, then blink out. When they come up again, the masked man BlackOut is standing in the ring. He gestures to the crowd, looking for cheers. Marina has vacated the ring during the darkness, but Pavel seems completely unaffected as he drills the distracted BlackOut and this match starts.





BlackOut vs Pavel Vanzycha w/ Marina Del Ray


Pavel never truly loses control after his opening cheap shot. Despite the fact he looks like a possible luchador, BlackOut is actually an American technician. He’s young and sells well for Pavel, but his limited experience and skill hurts the few hope spots he manages. Marina yells instructions and abuse from ringside, but isn’t a factor aside from that. Vanzycha locks in his Cross Armlock finisher and BlackOut quickly taps.

Pavel Vanzycha defeats BlackOut. Rating: 35




Some generic circus music begins to play as Jon Hansen and Cat Jemson, both dressed in ringleader outfits, come out to the ring. Cat eyes up Pavel a little as they pass.


“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. Children of all ages!”


“Welcome, welcome, one and all!”


“To Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling!”


Hansen waits as the audience cheers a little before continuing. “As you know, am I your ringleader, Jon Hansen. At my side, as always, is the beautiful Cat Jemson.” Cat performs a little curtsy. “Now, friends, I’m out here not just to welcome you and thank you for coming, but to address a serious topic.”


“Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling has seen some dark days,” Cat took up. “Our previous champion was found to be unworthy of not only the title, but of a position on our roster. Unfortunately, the situation deteriorated until we were forced to take the unprecedented step and strip the DVW champion of their belt.”


“But that is not why we’re here now. Today is not about the past, but the future. The champion’s fall is the roster’s gain, because starting at our very next show, we will have a tournament to decide the holder of the vacant DVW Main Attraction belt!”


More applause. Again, Hansen gives it a few seconds to die down before continuing. “Since this is DVW, this will be no ordinary tournament. Here, in the circus, the lucky number is three. We have three rings, three points to our big top, three sacred tenets to circus life. Three, three, three. So, the next Main Attraction of DVW will have to win three matches, of three combatants each.”


“And don’t worry,” Cat said, “even though the tournament doesn’t start for two weeks, we still have a great show tonight. We will feature a ‘Fight for your spot’ match, between DVW newcomers Riley McManus, Logan Wolfsbaine and Levon Belanger. Plus a massive main event tournament warmup match, between DVW stars Sonny Wildside, Hellcat Hernandez, Corydon, Heroe and Blue Phantom. All favourites to be the next DVW champion.”


“And coming up next… Coulrophobia!”


As the applause quiets this time, Hansen and Cat are quickly leaving the ring. Eerie laughter fills the arena. The clowns are coming…





Coulrophobia (Hellech & Pierrot) w/ Magwitch vs The Family Fantastic (Devyn Renaud & Kamikaze) w/ Tabitha


The clowns are… freaky. The travel in a pack in DVW. No one is surprised that they are accompanied by some insurance, this time in the form of Magwitch. To say that Magwitch is a little unhinged, even when compared to his clown cohorts, is a bit of an understatement. He growls and snaps at the audience. Meanwhile, Pierrot, juggles what appears to be grenades (Spoiler alert, they aren’t real) while Hellech plays with a switchblade.

The Family Fantastic are aerialists. The crowd roars with approval as Renaud and Kamikaze preform stereo flips into the ring. Or, perhaps, they are roaring with approval at the leotard worn by Tabitha. She is dressed like a trapeze artist, much like the boys, but does noticeably fewer flips.

The match itself is absolute chaos. DVW utilizes ‘lucha libre’ rules in tag matches, meaning a tag occurs when a fighter’s feet touch the floor. On top of that, the count is 20 for a Count Out, leading to a lot of combat outside the ring. Renaud and Kamikaze live up to their gimmick, soaring out of the ring whenever possible. The clowns are more than capable showing off, too. Magwitch adds an intimidating presence who will take cheap shots if he sees them, while Tabitha distracts the opponents on several occasions.

Eventually, the numbers just catch up to the Family. Kamikaze lives up to his name, hitting a crazy flip over the ropes to take out Magwitch, who had begun to stalk Tabitha. Both men fall into the first row of the crowd. The daring move does not pay off, as Coulrophobia makes the number advantage count as they take out Devyn Renaud with a Send in the Clowns.

Coulrophobia defeats the Family Fantastic. Rating: 50






Levon Belanger vs Logan Wolfsbaine vs Riley McManus

Fight For Your Spot


Samuel Curran does some ring announcing before this, ostensibly to introduce the crowd to the three men fighting for the contract and to make sure the crowd knows this is a triple threat match, not elimination.

There is some opening trepidation by the three, followed up by a quick series of nearfalls, as each man tries to secure employment. Logan and Levon team up on Riley briefly, only for the alliance to end after McManus rolls out. Logan and Levon get ample opportunity to show off their great technical skills. Riley is just there.

The match comes down to an exchange between all three men. Riley scores with a massive lariat on Logan. Levon hits Riley with his finisher, a GTS he calls the Go To Gaspe (in honour of where he is from). Logan is back in, throws Levon and locks Riley into the Boston Crab. Riley fights, but has to tap, just as Levon is coming back in for the save.

Logan Wolfsbaine defeats Riley McManus and Levon Belanger. Rating: 55



After the match, Levon looks devastated, sitting in the ring in shock as Logan celebrates. Riley limps to the back, looking like someone who is trying to look annoyed. Logan comes over to Levon and, after a moment, offers a hand. Levon takes it and the two shake.




Back in his office, Jon Hansen watches the match on a small laptop. He switches it off. “Tough luck, Mr Belanger.” Hansen looks up as a scruffy young man enters his office. “Ah, Mr Thomas.”


Elliot Thomas, dressed in a baggy gym sweatshirt. “Mr Hansen. You know why I’m here.”


“Yes, because I summoned you. That’s something bosses do with their employees.”


“Last month, you threatened to have me fired.”


Hansen steeples his fingers. “To be completely fair, that threat is still active. You have a problem, Mr Thomas.”


Elliot doesn’t look surprised or concerned by this conversation, just more pissed off. He grunts and looks away.


Hansen sighs, a touch on the melodramatic side. “Do you know what our business is, Thomas? Entertainment. You win enough - that’s great for you, woo hoo - but you don’t entertain. No one cares when you hit the ring. I mean, why are you even in DVW?”


“You know why I’m here.”


A nasty grin from Hansen. “Of course. And you want to stay here, don’t you? I’m a magnanimous man, Thomas. I’m willing to give you one final shot. Win the tournament, Thomas. Become the Main Attraction and I will give you everything you want.”


Elliot has been leaning forward, entranced by Hansen’s offer. “Everything?”


“And anything.”


“Deal.” Elliot stands, ready to leave.


“Oh, but one last thing, Mr Thomas. I want you to prove that you belong first. So to get into the tournament, you have to win your match tonight. Against Magwitch. And to make sure it’s entertaining, it’s a hardcore match. Good luck.”


Elliot Thomas swallows hard, before managing to look back at Hansen. “I’m not going to need it.”





Jaime Quine vs Lowe Lapointe w/ Streetz


Quine is out first. There are deep bags under the eyes of the well-traveled vet, as though she hasn’t slept enough lately. She takes off a thick belt after entering the ring and crouches in one corner. “Is she throwing die?” Curran asks on commentary.

Lowe Lapointe, dressed in his usual flannel and wifebeater, is accompanied by his manager, Streetz. As they enter, Streetz yells campaign slogans to the crowd. Streetz approaches Quine as Lapointe stretches. “He is trying to offer her a deal?” Curran asks.

“Master negotiator,” Lee says, “contract negotiations are coming up; Streetz is just looking out for his team.”

“Can’t he do this some other time?”

Eventually, the match does get started. Streetz seems a lot less interested in the rough stuff, as he walks over to talk to the commentary team. Perhaps not the greatest idea, because even though the match seems pretty even, the momentum is slowly and surely turning in Quine’s favour. Her kicks are harder, her moves are crisper and Lapointe is spending much longer on his back than on his feet. It’s a good match, but never really feels competitive. Lapointe will end up missing a huge lariat - that Quine narrowly dodges. She drills him with the KO Kick and this one is over.

Jaime Quine defeats Lowe Lapointe. Rating: 53





The scene changes to a well-lit, mostly empty tent. It’s a lot smaller than the big top, of course, and the equipment lying around it suggests it is used by the roster as a gym of sorts. Racks of weights, a few machines, one solitary exercise ball, etc. In front of the camera, Hellcat Hernandez pumps some almost comically large weights.


Sonny Wildside wanders by, a clean towel strung over his shoulder. He pops out earbuds as he sees Hellcat. “What’s up?” She ignores him, so Sonny repeats himself, a little louder. “I said, what’s up?”


“I heard you the first time,” Hellcat grunts, “I just didn’t care.”


“Look, ‘Cat, we don’t have to be enemies.”


Hellcat gives him a look that clearly says What the Hell are you talking about?


“I know we got that big match tonight, and it’s going to be off the hook, pure chaos, baby. But wouldn’t you rather go into that match with an ally by your side? Perhaps a clever, devastatingly handsome ally?” Sonny smoothly slides onto the bench beside her.


Hellcat looks as though she is considering murder, but relents. “What, exactly, are you suggesting?”


“Simple. I help you win tonight’s match, in exchange for a favour at a later date. But tonight, is your night, and we celebrate right. We hit up a club, maybe I do a little DJ-ing, freestylez. But either way, we hit the dance floor, just grinding up against each other. The music is throbbing, you’re getting ho-”


“I’m going to stop you right there, before I have to kill you.” Hellcat stands and cracks her knuckles. “Not happening. Ever.” She walks off. “See you in the ring.”





Elliot Thomas vs Magwitch

Hardcore Match


Curran and Lee are a little surprised to see Magwitch out alone, although the clown doesn’t come empty handed. He is pushing a shopping cart full of weapons to the ring. Thomas is wearing a shirt, but that’s the extent of his preparation.

The clown’s interest in a traditional wrestling match ends with the opening bell. He immediately tries to waffle Thomas with a garbage can lid. Elliot uses his speed and technical skill to avoid it, which becomes a common theme in the match. He is much more agile than Magwitch and the clown struggles to catch up. It can only last for so long, as Magwitch finally catches Thomas with a lucky shot and goes on the offensive.

The clown’s offense is brutal and effective. Chair shots, kendo sticks and trash can lids. Magwitch even sets up a table at ringside. He scores a few more hits on Thomas, before pulling him over to the ropes. An evil expression crosses Magwitch’s face and the clown rips off Thomas’s shirt, before lifting him into a powerbomb position. REVERSAL!

A rana throws Magwitch down in the ring, onto a chair. Thomas is back in control, but this shift brings out some clown reinforcements, in the form of Hellech and a chair. “It’s all legal!” Curran crows.

Hellech swings wildly at Thomas, who dodges and then manages to send Hellech out and through the table. Magwitch is back up, chair in hands. Elliot kicks it into Magwitch’s own face. Magwitch falls back, chair in hands. Elliot scales the turnbuckles and hits his ‘Quiet Down’ moonsault for the win.

Elliot Thomas defeats Magwitch. Rating: 50






The Hive (Ant-Man and Amazing Fire Fly) vs Hugh de Aske and Joanna Silver


A more lighthearted, but still action packed, match follows. Hugh and Silver aren’t a true tagteam, despite Lee’s insistence on calling them the Pirate Party. They seem like they should be a good team, but Silver’s timing is a little off. There’s a particularly fun moment when Silver is in with Ant-Man. Not adverse to taking a few shortcuts, Silver punts the larger man right in the family jewels, but he no sells. “That usually works!” the she-pirate yells, to some chuckles from the crowd. She tries again. Still, no reaction.

Silver turns to Hugh, who just shrugs. “Do ants even have anything down there?” he yells. Hugh turns to the crowd. “Can someone Google that? The Wifi password is ‘Hansen is an arsehole’. All one word.”

Joanna finds this a little too funny, giving Ant-Man lots of time to scoop her up and slam her down.

The insects definitely work as the better team. The pirates often take breathers and drink breaks at the commentary table. Hugh spends the most time in the ring and comes out looking fantastic, carrying the load for his team. In particular, he runs wild after a hot tag from Silver. Eventually, the Hive get control again. A double team move on Silver leaves her prone on the outside. Hugh fights them off, but Ant-Man gets a massive powerbomb. Firefly scales the turnbuckles, looking for a big move as Ant-Man holds Hugh over his knee. Silver has staggered to her feet and shakes the ropes, sending Firefly down. Hugh rolls up Ant-Man for the 1, 2, 3.

Hugh de Aske and Joanna Silver defeat the Hive. Rating: 50




Exhausted and beat, the pirates celebrate with bottles of rum and leaning heavily on each other. The Hive slowly move off. Suddenly, Hugh yells. In the middle of the ring now lies a plain, steelgrey mask. “Where did that come from?” he demands. Hugh goes to pick it up, but thinks better and quickly bails out of the ring, rum forgotten. Silver watches him go, confused.





Blue Phantom vs Corydon vs Hellcat Hernandez vs Heroe vs Sonny Wildside


Truly, a clash of eclectic personalities. Phantom is the first one out, stalking to the ring surrounded by blue fog and wearing an outfit trimmed with LED lights. He perches on the top of the turnbuckles to watch the others. Corydon, the female member of the Clown Faction, skips out, her hair tied back in black highlighted pigtails. She rubs up against Curran (who is back ring announcing), until the ref leads her away. Hernandez comes out to driving rock and no extra theatrics. She stares at Phantom and goes to intimidate Corydon, but the clown is distracted by her phone. Heroe is next, entering to applause. He makes his way through the crowd, slapping hands and talking with children. Sonny Wildside comes last. He poses dramatically on the turnbuckle, then tries to chat up Hellcat. Meanwhile, Corydon is trying to take a selfie with Heroe.

Finally, things get underway.

The fight is, true to Sonny’s words, pretty chaotic and fast paced. Sonny and Phantom fly all over the place, while Corydon and Heroe do more technical work. Hellcat does a bit of everything. There’s a lot of neat matchups. Phantom and Wildside hitting stereo dives onto Corydon and Heroe. Hellcat and Sonny teaming up to take out Corydon, only for Sonny to go for a hug afterwards and get leveled. Corydon almost breaking Phantom’s leg with a submission, only for Heroe to save the day and dump them both. Wildside hitting a gorgeous moonsault onto all four competitors outside the ring.

The end sees Heroe exchanging blows with Hellcat in the ring, while Wildside fights with Phantom. Heroe goes for the Hero Kick on Hellcat. Sonny sees this and tackles Hellcat out of the way. Phantom gets kicked instead and goes down like he’s been shot. Hellcat stares at Sonny for a long beat, then, embarrasses, tosses him off her and out of the ring. She turns around, just to eat the Hero Kick. Heroe pins Phantom, who is down in the centre of the ring, for the victory.

Heroe defeats Blue Phantom, Corydon, Hellcat Hernandez and Sonny Wildside. Rating: 66

Show Rating: 59








The next day, perhaps. It’s sunny, anyways. The circus is packing up. The big top is down and loaded down trucks and trailers are slowly starting to pull out of the field they used as a base. We’re watching all this over the shoulder of a man dressed in workout clothes. At his feet is a stuffed equipment bag. The wind whips his clothes and hair around. Slowly, the camera circles him. Levon Belanger watches the departing circus with a thousand yard stare. He reaches down and picks up his bag.


“Well, what the hell am I going to do now?”

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First off, wow. Thanks so much for all the kind words. It really means a lot. I tend to be one of those silent-followers, but being on the other side now, I'm going to start commenting (positively) more.


Also, if you didn't recognize the pic, the wrestler Corydon is simply a renamed Maria Guest. BlackOut is a computer created worker, a graduate from WWA: USA. Levon Belanger is a graduate from the House of Stone.


And if you have questions... please, don't hesitate to ask or leave a comment. I hope to post episode 2 tonight and episode early in the New Year, cause my output will likely slow once holiday vacation is over. Cheers.

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DVW Send In The Clowns





1.2 Send In The Clowns


Saturday, Week 4, March 2018

Held in Mid South, USA.

Attendance: 3,400

Available online. Commentary by Samuel Curran and Gerrard Lee




“You’re late,” Jon Hansen growls as Cat Jemson saunters into the office. Her ringleader gear and overall appearance looks spotless.


“Hardly. The show hasn’t even started yet.”


“But our job doesn’t just start when the show starts,” Hansen says. “I have a million things to do and your tardiness has me way behind. So now this, is your responsibility.” He hands her a paper.


Cat unfolds the paper and her eyes grow wide. “No, no, no.”


“Yes. The clowns have requested our presence. You get to go.”


Cat sits, shaking her head. “No, Jon. There’s no way I’m going in there. Let them come here.”


Hansen grunts and pulls on his red and gold jacket. “I put up with a lot, Cat, but unless the organizational flowchart has changed in the last 24 hours, I’m still in charge. You were late, you get to talk to the clowns. Now, get out. I’ve got a show to run.”


Hansen leads Cat out of the office. She makes one last pleading face at him, before heading off. Hansen turns to find Heroe leaning against the wall of the trailer.


“Ah, my friend, Heroe. It’s good to see you,” Hansen and the luchador shake hands. Heroe nods as a sign of respect. “I can guess why you’re here. Everyone wants to know their matches for the tournament.”


Heroe shakes his head. “No, Jon Hansen, that is not my reason for visiting you this morrow. I have come to inform you that I will not be entering the tournament as I will not be remaining with DVW.”




“I am a Hero, Jon Hansen. Plain and simple. I must go where I am needed to combat the evils of the world. I can feel the winds of change pulling me away. Farewell, Jon Hansen.”


Heroe shakes his hand again, using that wrist-grabbing hero shake style. Then he embraces Hansen and kisses him, surprisingly, before walking off. Hansen watches him go. “What just happened there?”





Amazing FireFly vs Pavel Vanzycha w/ Marina Del Ray


Much like last show, Vanzycha has little trouble in taking apart the smaller man. FireFly’s job here is pretty straightforward; make Vanzycha look good without making it look too easy for the Polish grappler. When he taps, it’s clear he’s done the job well.

Pavel Vanzycha defeats Amazing FireFly. Rating: 45




On the fringes of the DVW trailer park, sits a heavily modified RV. The side is covered in a detailed pirate mural. The roof has had wooden railings installed to make it resemble a ship. It even has a simple mast. It is probably not surprising to find out this is the home of Hugh de Aske and Joanna Silver.


Hugh stands dramatically on the railing, as though he is the star of Pirates of the Caribbean. “Avast, me hearties! An angry arsehole comes this way!”


Joanna leans over the side to see Hansen approaching. “It’s the great white whale!” she exclaims, before Hugh pushes her back with a laugh.


Hansen does not look impressed. “We need to talk, Hugh.”


“Do we, Hansen? There’s very little you could say that I would be interested in.”


“I don’t like being made a fool of, Hugh.”


“Nar do I, Hansen. Nar do I. I fight real targets; real fighters. Not a bunch of man-bugs.”


“The Hive are serious business,” Hansen says. “They almost defeated you. And here’s the real clincher, it doesn’t matter. You work for me, Hugh. You will fight a bear if I say so.”


“What type of bear? Koala? Cause I’d fight a koala bear.”


“Don’t know if PETA would be on board with that,” Hansen mutters. Out loud, he says “I’m giving you a match tonight, Hugh. One on one and not a part of the tournament. Show up; do your job.”


“I’ll think about it.”


“Think hard about it. Or I’m giving your boat here to BlackOut.”


“It’s a ship!” Hugh yells at Hansen as the ringleader moves off.





Hellcat Hernandez vs Japanese Phoenix vs Sonny Wildside

Main Attraction Tournament First Round


“The group of death!” Curran exclaims from the desk as the first match is revealed. “Both Hellcat and Wildside could be see as legit threats to win the whole tournament, while well-traveled vet Phoenix is a dark horse. Should be a fun matchup!”

There’s some immediate tension between Wildside and Hellcat, playing off the events of last show. He continually tries to talk to her during entrances, but she brushes him off. Phoenix watches them both warily. As soon as the bell rings, he attacks, knocking Wildside out of the ring with a big kick.

At first, Wildside looks unwilling to mix it up with Hellcat. A few strikes from her, though, and he gets over it. Then it’s quickly every wrestler for themselves. All three fly around the ring as though they are on a sugar rush.

The end sees Phoenix knocking Wildside out of the ring. He exchanges a few moves with Hellcat, until she gains the upperhand and drops him with her finisher, the Running Bulldog. (terrible finisher) She goes for the pin, just as Sonny has climbed back on the apron. He looks like he’s going to springboard back in, but he stops, makes eye contact with Hellcat and backs off. 1, 2, 3.

Hellcat Hernandez defeats Japanese Phoenix and Sonny Wildside. Rating: 54


After the count, Hellcat continues to stare at Sonny, expecting him to attack perhaps. Instead, the daredevil simply smiles, blows her a kiss and backs off down the aisle. Hellcat watches him go, confused and a little annoyed.






Pavel Vanzycha sits in the growing dark of the evening, drinking a large, disgustingly green smoothie. Pavel, however, seems to be enjoying it. Marina sits on a bench behind him, absently giving him a one handed massage while playing with her phone. Cat Jemson saunters up.


“Pavel!” she exclaims, her voice dripping with fake sincerity. “What a fantastic match! Big win tonight.”


“Every Pavel win is big win,” Vanzycha answers in a thick accent, “Pavel is big.”


“Very true, very true,” Cat says. Pavel nods at this and turns his attention back to his smoothie. Cat’s behaviour, however, is enough to get Marina to look up. She squints at Cat.


“What do you want, Jemson?”


Cat shrugs, trying to make it look nonchalant. “Just wanted to see how you two were. How things were going and all that.”


Marina laughs, slapping Pavel on the shoulder and causing him to almost drop his drink. “She’s trying to recruit us.”


“Recruit?” Pavel echoes. “Pavel not soldier.”


“She wants us to work for her. What are you trying to pull here, Cat?”


Cat fidgets with the cuff of her jacket. “Hansen is the majority owner of DVW, but he’s not the only owner. I happen to be in contact with one of the others and… well… the future is unseen. I’m just looking to get a lay of the land.” She glances down at her hand, realizing suddenly that she is holding the note from Hansen. Cat clears her throat. “Think about it. Plan for your future. Now, if you excuse me, I must do something quite unpleasant.” Cat heads off.


“She strange cat,” Pavel says, taking a long drink of smoothie.


Marina nods, then wrinkles her nose. “That smells like ass.”





Blue Phantom vs Kamikaze w/ Tabitha


This match had two purposes. 1) Give Blue Phantom a win back after he took the pin last show. 2) Build up the crowd with an entertaining ‘High Spots’ match, one of the product requirements of DVW. The match succeeded with 1, but kind of failed with 2, never moving past ‘fun spotfest’. On the bright side, it makes for a decent cooldown match. And the crowd appreciates Tabitha's outfit.

The Phantom Cradle ends it just a little too late.

Blue Phantom defeats Kamikaze. Rating: 47






Cal Sanders w/ Streetz vs Jaime Quine vs Poison Ivy

Main Attraction Tournament First Round


Streetz is again working the crowd before the match. He tries to hand some pamphlets to Quine, but she chases him off with a deadly look. Poison Ivy enters carrying a plant that she leaves on the commentary table. Streetz stuffs some paperwork in the vines.

This match is a lot slower, more methodical than the previous triangle match. Fair, considering the participants are more technicians than fliers. Quine looks really good, stalking around the ring with her arms outstretched and her head cocked to the side like she’s constantly hearing voices. She controls most of the action, although Sanders does well, too.

At one point, after taking several big moves, Ivy ends up on the outside. She staggers over to the commentary table to collect herself by talking to the plant. There, she notices Streetz’s pamphlet. She yells at him and begins chasing him around the ring area, screaming in Spanish. Sanders is still in the ring with Quine, but stops to watch. Quine takes advantage and drills him with the KO Kick. Ivy quickly comes back in to break up the cover, only for Quine to break it herself first. She suckered Ivy in! The luchadora stumbles, off balance. Quine sidesteps and hits another KO Kick. She calmly pins Ivy and advances to the next round.

Jaime Quine defeats Poison Ivy and Cal Sanders. Rating: 55




Cat Jemson stands outside a tent. On the outside, it doesn’t look much different than any others, aside from the lack of any signage and a slightly more garish colour scheme. The only defining feature is a wooden stake outside, upon which sits a jester’s hat. Cat gathers herself, then slips inside.


The tent is even darker on the inside. Some soft lights illuminate Cat, but little else. Stuff is everywhere. Dark, shadowy piles of crates, boxes, props, you name it. A narrow path is just visible in front of Cat and she creeps down it.


Then the laughter starts.


It’s quiet, at first. Just barely audible. It’s coming from the darkness. Dark shapes move behind the stacks as more voices join in. The high, lilting giggle of Corydon. The unhinged chuckle of Hellech. The rasping laugh of Pierrot. Underneath them all, the low panting of Magwitch, who sounds more like an animal than human.


Cat stumbles a little, whirling around in all directions. She can’t even see the exit now. “I’m not here for you!” she screams out. “I’m here on official business to see Zonk.”


“You do not get to say that name!”


Lights blast on in front of her, illuminating a tall throne. It is an eyesore, looking like it was created by a group of kindergarteners after a shopping trip to the dollar store. Glitter encrusted beach balls sit upon sports pylons wrapped in reflective tape. Safety lights blink on the bottom. Crepe streamers are everywhere. Sitting in the throne, adorned in a cloak of primary coloured fake fur, sits El Hijo del Zonk.


Cat barely notices the laughter has stopped.


“The King of Clowns requested the presence of Ringleader Hansen,” Zonk says. “Where is he?”


Cat shrugs. “Busy, I presume. He sent me, his right hand.”


Zonk’s laugh is dirty and pitiful. The other clowns do not join in. “You? Ha! Hansen doesn’t trust you with anything.” He stands and slowly descends the throne, streamers trailing behind him. “The King of Clowns demands entrance to the Main Attraction Tournament.”


“Hansen and I have anticipated this. You, and all the clowns, have been entered.”


“When is my match?”


“Next show. But your clowns have a match next.” Cat swallows, hard. “So, you better let me leave…”


Zonk stares at her and then starts to laugh. This time, all the clowns join in. Cat starts to edge away as the laughter surrounds her. Zonk ascends his throne again, then stops and yells. “Brothers! Sister! To victory!”





Blade Kimiyama, Logan Wolfsbaine and Robby Griffin vs Magwitch and Coulrophobia


Well, the clowns made it in time after their three opponents enter together. There appears to be a little distance in the team of Griffin, Blade and Logan. Griffin does a backflip off the turnbuckle, while Logan works the crowd. Blade enters wearing an elaborate vest of throwing knives, and has to spend some time removing it.

The match proper features quick tags from the clowns and surprisingly good work from Blade, Logan and Robby. It’s a decent enough brawl, but the crowd never really buys into Blade or Robby, who are fairly unknown. Without a hardcore element, Magwitch’s weaknesses are clearly evident and he looks much worse than his teammates.

A Send In The Clowns on Robby ends it, with Hellech getting the pin while the others run interference.

Magwitch, Hellech and Pierrot defeat Kimiyama, Griffin and Wolfsbaine. Rating: 48




Hansen is back in his office, looking decidedly more tired than before. There’s a knock on the door and before he can even say “Enter”, Streetz has let himself in. Hansen starts to groan, but it’s swallowed up at the sight of the wellbuilt man following him. “Deeley.”


“Jon.” ‘Shooter’ Sean Deeley slides into a chair across from Hansen with the confidence of someone that knows he belongs. Streetz, in comparison, decides to hover.


“I thought you were still up north,” Hansen grunts.


“I’m back now,” Sean answers with a cocky smile.


“And working for this worm, I take it,” Hansen nods towards Streetz.


“I represent the interests of Sean Deeley, the Ultimate Everyman. It is with great pleasure that I can introduce him as the third member of the Union.”


“The Ultimate what-?”


“My client wants a chance at the Main Attraction belt. He can carry your company, Hansen. He will carry your company.”


Hansen tapped his desk, pretending to consider it. “Well, I can put him in a roster spot match in two weeks, but-”


“No,” Deeley says, “I don’t need that.”


Streetz quiets him with a hand on the shoulder. Deeley glares at his manager, but leans back. Streetz continues. “Hansen. You know I represent more than just Lowe Lapointe and Cal Sanders. I represent the workers that construct and tear down your circus at every stop. Without them, DVW has no lights, no ring, no music, no crowd-”


“Enough,” Hansen says, “What’s your point? Are you threatening to strike?”


“I don’t like ‘threaten’. That makes us adversaries. Think of it more like… exchanging favours.”


Hansen sighs. Didn’t seem much different than a threat. “As it happens, I may have an opening for Sean. But he’ll still have to prove he belongs. Win tonight and you’re in.”


“Tonight?” Sean asks. “The night’s almost over.”


This time, Hansen grins, showing his teeth. “I already happen to have the perfect opponent lined up…”






Heroe whistles to himself - the Mexican nation anthem? - as he hauls a full duffel bag out of a small trailer. He takes a deep breath and says, to no one in particular, “I’ll miss you, Dixie!”


Smiling, the luchador turns back to his trailer and pulls the windowed door shut. He fumbles for his keys and locks it. As he straightens, he can see his reflection in the door and he is no longer alone. Behind him stands a man in a white mask.


Heroe whirls to face the newcomer. He wears all white, but nothing about his outfit makes him look anything but evil. There is a long pause as neither of them move.


“Zalim,” Heroe spits the name out.


“Heroe,” Zalim’s voice is gritty, almost robotic sounding.


“I thought you were dead.”


“You were wrong.” Zalim lunges forward, quick as lightning. He grabs Heroe and spins him around, throwing him into the side of the trailer. Heroe yells in pain and the screen cuts to black.





Ant-Man vs Corydon vs Elliot Thomas

Main Attraction Tournament First Round


The final tournament match of the evening features three different styles. Thomas goes for pins early and often, playing off his ‘win or be fired’ stipulation. Corydon seems to misunderstand the rules and never goes for pins, just tries to inflict more pain on her opponents. The stoic Ant-Man throws both around equally.

There are several false finishers down the stretch, really getting the crowd into it. Corydon seems obsessed with introducing weapons, despite the ref admonishing her on several occasions and warning her not to. Ignoring him, she bails and starts hunting around for stuff under the ring. In the ring, Thomas takes down Ant-Man and then hits a suicide senton on Corydon, taking them both out. Ant-Man rolls Thomas back in and looks for the Antidote, but Thomas reverses into a small package and the win.

Elliot Thomas defeats Ant-Man and Corydon. Rating: 61




“Elliot Thomas stays alive and advances!” Curran exclaims from the commentary table. Ant-Man honourably helps Thomas to his feet, but the two don’t have much chance to hang around.


“Yo ho ho. Ten men sitting on a deadman’s chest!”


Hugh de Aske is here! The dread pirate comes down to the ring, flanked by Joanna Silver who wears the Jolly Roger draped across her shoulders. The music changes to some sort of bizarre chant, protest song. Streetz leads out Shooter Sean Deeley, backed by the Union. The Main Event of the evening is next!





Hugh de Aske w/ Joanna Silver vs Sean Deeley w/ Streetz and the Union (Lowe Lapointe and Cal Sanders)


This doesn’t take long to break down completely. They spend the first few seconds circling. Then Hugh stops to yell abuse and insults at Streetz, who gives it right back. Deeley just watches with a grin. They finally lock up, after Silver takes over yelling abuse across the ring.

Streetz ends up distracting the ref while Deeley is down, allowing Lowe to sneak in and cheapshot Hugh. Silver comes bolting across and takes out Lowe with a crazy dive, then kicks Cal in the balls. “It worked this time!” The ref has seen enough and manages to separate everyone, then sends all the extra players to the back. We’re left with a one on one match. And do these two ever go at it, putting on a great match for almost 20 minutes.

Interesting side bar and commentary on the difference between their two careers. Almost one year ago to the day, Sean Deeley and partner Harrison Hash had an almost 5* match, losing in the Ed Henson Cup finals to Wolf Hawkins and Johnny Bloodstone. That same month, Hugh de Aske was loaned to MAW where he jobbed to Hal Harvard. But tonight, they’re equals!

The match comes to an end with Hugh caught in Deeley’s Front Choke Lock. The pirate fights and somehow, someway, manages to get enough leverage to flip over, putting Deeley in a pinning predicament. Deeley kicks out at 2 and a half. Hugh sits up, gasping for air, staring into the heavens for inspiration. But Deeley’s not resting. A muscled arm snakes out and the pirate is right back in the Front Choke Lock. Utterly exhausted, he taps.

Sean Deeley defeats Hugh de Aske. Rating: 66


Show Rating: 61

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<p>Intermission</p><p> </p><p>

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The following video was posted on <a href="http://www.dixievaudevillew.com" rel="external nofollow">http://www.dixievaudevillew.com:</a></p><p> </p><p>

The video opens on a small, grassy hill. It’s night. The only light comes from tall torches stuck into the ground, creating a rough circle. Inside the circle, a young man fights off three attackers.</p><p> </p><p>

The fight is more TV series trying to be a movie than wrestling match. The man, his features hidden in shadows and movement, spins, jabs, and kicks. He drops one attacker with a nasty kick to the head. Another takes a side kick in his stomach and then flying fist to drop. The final one is hit with a flurry, dropping him to his knees. A step up enziguri finishes him.</p><p> </p><p>

The young man pauses, panting. </p><p> </p><p>

“Impressive.”</p><p> </p><p>

He turns to see an older man, wearing a blue and white mask, crest the hill. The man claps before speaking with a thick Spanish accent. “That is what I had hoped to see. You are ready, my son.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Are you sure? I don’t know if I am.”</p><p> </p><p>

“You must go. Destiny awaits you.” The older man grips the other in a strong embrace. When he pulls away, he reaches down into a satchel at his side and pulls out a mask. He hands it to his son. “This is yours. As it was mine and my father’s before me. And his father’s before him, as it has always been. You have earned it. With it goes the hope and pride of all of us.” The young man pulls on the mask as his father continues. “The night is growing darker, son. The shadows approach on all sides. You undertake a quest of great importance. But you are mighty. You are victory.”</p><p> </p><p>

The son stands and, for the first time, we can see him clearly. His new mask is white, with light blue detailing. There is a phoenix on the forehead and blue and white flames decorate the sides.</p><p> </p><p>

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“You are myth! You are Mitico!”</p><p> </p><p>

El Mitico Jr strides past his father to the edge of the circle. He looks into the valley below. Arrayed at the base of the hill are people; hundreds of them, all carrying torches. El Mitico Jr raises his hand and the mass below him cheers.</p><p> </p><p>

"Mitico! Mitico! <span style="font-size:12px;">Mitico!"</span></p>

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<p>1.3 DVW Daybreak</p><p> </p><p>

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<span style="font-size:18px;">Presents….</span></p><p><span style="font-size:18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:18px;">

1.3 Daybreak</span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>

Sunday, Week 2, April 2018</p><p>

Held in Mid South, USA.</p><p>

Attendance: 3,200</p><p>

Available online. Commentary by Samuel Curran and Gerrard Lee</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

A rooster crows as the sun rises over the Dixie Vaudeville Circus. The morning sun illuminates the worn, faded tents and banners. From a distance, the circus looks almost friendly, like a not quite fully formed daydream.</p><p> </p><p>

The camera pans around the bigtop slowly, before landing on a figure standing on the apex of a smaller tent. He wears a full bodysuit, looking something like a discount Batman. He even wears a pointy ear mask, reminiscent of the DC comic hero, except it is trimmed in white. This is Snow Leopard.</p><p> </p><p>

Leopard stretches his arms and flexes. “Daybreak,” he growls. “Watch is done for another night.” He leaps down from his post.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">BlackOut and Japanese Phoenix VS Logan Wolfsbaine and Robby Griffin</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Despite their loss at the last show, Logan and Robby apparently enjoyed tagging together. This is a surprisingly strong kickoff match, getting the crowd hyped. Phoenix and Logan especially look good. Griffin likes to jump off anything and everything, which also helps get the crowd into it. Blade Kimiyama watches from down the aisle at one point. Logan eventually gets BlackOut in the Boston Crab and he taps.</p><p>

<strong>Wolfsbaine and Griffin defeat BlackOut and Phoenix. Rating: 54</strong></p><p><strong>

</strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Jon Hansen sits squeezed behind his desk, both writing in a large notebook and occasionally tapping on his laptop. Cat Jemson enters casually, without knocking. She tosses a piece of paper on Hansen’s desk before relaxing on his couch. </p><p> </p><p>

“What is this?”</p><p> </p><p>

“Found it attached to my trailer door this morning,” Cat says, turning her attention to her fingernails. “It’s from Heroe, I believe.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen unfolds the note, which appears to have been written on old parchment paper. His brow furrows. “He’s not leaving after all. He wants a match.”</p><p> </p><p>

“But you’ve already filled all the spots in the tournament. Are you planning on replacing someone?”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen shakes his head. “No, Cat. I like Heroe, but I talked to him myself. He was not interested. Besides,” he waves the note, “Heroe is just asking for more matches, not a tournament berth. Who’s free tonight?”</p><p> </p><p>

“Uh, off the top of my head… Cory, Devyn, Chucky, Cal… uh, Blade, I think.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Chucky will do. Inform him.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Got it, boss.” Despite her words, Cat continues to focus on her nails, breathing on them softly. Hansen watches her, immensely unimpressed.</p><p> </p><p>

“Now, perhaps.”</p><p> </p><p>

Cat grumbles and gets to her feet.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>


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</strong><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">Lowe Lapointe w/ Streetz vs Magwitch vs Pavel Vanzycha w/ Marina del Ray</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Main Attraction Tournament Match</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

It says a lot about Magwitch’s character that Streetz does not bother to talk him up or hand him any Union pamphlets.</p><p>

So, not the greatest of the first round matches, by any means. To make matters worse, Magwitch botches a move in the opening minutes that leaves Pavel hobbled. Pavel guts it out and the injury isn’t bad enough that they have to change the ending, it just means that Pavel spends more time on the outside. Lowe and Magwitch try their hardest - well, maybe not Magwitch - to make it work. </p><p>

The end comes as Magwitch starts to run wild. He throws Pavel out of the ring and beats down Lowe inside of it. Instead of going for a pin, the insane clown focuses on Marina, who is trying to revive Pavel. Magwitch rolls out and begins to chase her around the ring. She flees and Magwitch follows. Marina ducks around a corner of the ring. Magwitch follows, only to be blindsided by Pavel as he takes the corner. With the clown down and out, Pavel rolls back in. A brief exchange with Lowe ends with him tapping to the Cross Armlock.</p><p>

<strong>Pavel Vanzycha defeats Lowe Lapointe and Magwitch. Rating: 46</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Somewhere, in the narrow back alleys of the DVW circus village, Blue Phantom sits on the ground. Arrayed in front of him are a collection of crystals, of varying sizes, each glowing with a pale light. Connecting the crystals are elaborate lines drawn in the dirt. Phantom moves a crystal a few inches to the left, cocks his head as if listening to something, then starts to redraw his lines with a long stick.</p><p> </p><p>

Just barely audible, the sound of laughter. Phantom stops, looks up and around. Nothing.</p><p> </p><p>

He shakes his head and returns to his drawing. The laughter comes again. Phantom’s head jerks up. This time, standing not more 15 feet away, are Coulrophobia. Hellech and Pierrot. Hellech’s posture is slumped, as though he doesn’t have the energy to hold up his limbs. Pierrot sways slightly. </p><p> </p><p>

“Phantom…” Pierrot laughs. “Blue Phantom.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Blue and yellow make green. Green Phantom,” Hellech chuckles quietly. Pierrot shushes him.</p><p> </p><p>

“What do you want, clowns?”</p><p> </p><p>

“We wonder, what colour is Blue Phantom’s blood?”</p><p> </p><p>

“Blue-Green blood runs yellow,” Hellech chuckles. Again, he’s shushed by Pierrot.</p><p> </p><p>

“We’re free tonight, and we want you, Phantom,” Pierrot continues. “We want you. A sacrifice, for our King.”</p><p> </p><p>

“The king, the king.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Find a partner… or come alone.” Pierrot steps forward, knocking over several of the Phantom’s crystals. The clowns retreat, laughing as they go. Phantom watches them, his face unreadable. Because of his mask.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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Back in the ring and Curran is announcing the next match. Chucky Dorrance is the first one out, pulling a large trunk down the aisle that he leaves at ringside. Heroe’s music hits next and the crowd pops for the fan favourite. And then… nothing happens. Heroe doesn’t enter. There’s the sound of a record skipping and Heroe’s music turns into a twisted reflection of it.</p><p> </p><p>

Zalim, the man in the white mask, enters instead. He stalks to the ring.</p><p> </p><p>

Confused, Chucky goes to the ref to discuss this. Zalim grabs him from behind, whirls Chucky around and drills him with a superkick. The ref calls for the bell. Apparently this match will still happen.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">Chucky Dorrance vs Zalim</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Suffice to say, this match does not go Chucky’s way. Zalim dominates from start to finish, which arrives via a wicked running kick that looks, vaguely, like the Heroe Kick.</p><p>

<strong>Zalim defeated Chucky Dorrance. Rating: 46</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Zalim stalks around the ring as the ref helps Chucky to his feet. He staggers to his feet, only to fall victim to another huge kick from Zalim. The crowd boos. Zalim mounts the turnbuckles, yelling. Most of it is in a foreign language, but he keeps repeating the same phrase, over and over. Medical crews arrive to assist Chucky as the refs and some security manage to shepherd Zalim to the back.</p><p> </p><p>

As Chucky is helped to the back, the competitors for the next match enter. Amazing Firefly is first. He shows off with a nice flip off the turnbuckles. New music plays. It’s orchestral and sounds like it belongs in a fantasy movie. Out from the back comes El Mitico Jr, dressed in a traditional style poncho. The final fighter out, accompanied by alt-rock, is Jacob Jett. He wears a Jett Stream branded T-Shirt that he throws to the crowd.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">Amazing FireFly vs El Mitico Jr vs Jacob Jett</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Main Attraction Tournament Match</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Wow. And that’s how you get the crowd back. This one was fast paced action from bell to bell, a definite contrast to the unfortunate mess of the early tournament match. Jett is a steady veteran hand, but hits the high impact moves as crisply as the other two. Mitico at one point hits a gorgeous suicide dive on Jett. “The Spear of Legend,” Lee calls it from the commentary station. Firefly follows this with a shooting star press onto both of them.</p><p>

The track meet continues. While there are moments when one wrestler is taking a powder on the outside, but they are few and far between. All three competitors are in the ring when the end comes. Jett has taken control, downing both of the others. He gets fired up, yelling and cheering. The crowd echoes it. Suddenly, Hugh de Aske is up on the apron. He’s yelling at Jett and gesturing furiously. Jett yells back and doesn’t see Firefly recover until he is pushed from behind. Jett falls into Hugh and they both tumble ringside. In the ring, Mitico and Firefly exchange a few blows. Firefly sets up Mitico for something, only for it to be reversed into a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex with bridge.</p><p>

<strong>El Mitico Jr defeats Amazing FireFly and Jacob Jett. Rating: 63</strong></p><p>

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Mitico has barely begun to celebrate, when the crowd’s attention is drawn to the scuffle at ringside. Hugh has managed to land several blows to Jett. The pirate grabs him and throws him into the barrier. Jett collapses, tired from the match and Hugh’s assault.</p><p> </p><p>

Hugh gets right in his face. “Don’t think I didn’t know it was you, Jett! I know your mask! I know your game! This isn’t over, matey, not by a long shot.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hugh looks for a weapon, but Mitico has exited the ring and quickly cuts him off. Obviously realizing that discretion is the better part of valour (he is a pirate, after all) Hugh backs away, hands in the air. Still, he won’t leave without the last word. “I know you, Jett! This isn’t over!”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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It seems even darker outside than before, although an unusual fog has moved in. ‘Shooter’ Sean Deeley, now dressed in the requisite flannel shirts of the Union, steps out of a well-lit trailer. He has a can drink in one hand. He looks around. There’s a small crash in the distance, maybe a raccoon knocking over a garbage can. Sean grunts, shakes his head, and heads off.</p><p> </p><p>

He turns into an alley way between an old camper RV and a rusty truck trailer, and stops short. Leaning up against the RV, partly shrouded in fog, is Jaime Quine. “Sean Deeley,” she whispers, pushing herself off the camper. She sways as she moves towards him, slightly unbalanced with each step. She wears a simple brown dress, stained and torn. “Shooter Deeley. What does the Sean shoot for?”</p><p> </p><p>

To his credit, Sean doesn’t take a step back. Instead, he calmly takes a drink. “I know who you are, Quine. Streetz has told me.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Aw, the road that walks like a man. Words and words. He spends all his time talking, but no time doing.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Streetz isn’t a bad guy,” Sean says. “He just…” He trails off as Quine gets closer. She reaches out, putting a hand on his chest. She smiles for a split second, breaking character and showing anyone watching closely enough that Jaime Quine the person appreciates the well-built Deeley. </p><p> </p><p>

“The shooter is made is for big things. Remember that,” she trails off and begins circling Sean. “I have already foreseen our conflict, if you are to continue. It is an explosion of colour and sound.” She is behind him now and whispers in his ear. “Of touch and feeling.”</p><p> </p><p>

For the first time, Sean flinches. He turns and steps away, facing Quine. She cocks her head, looking at him innocently. “Stop playing mind games with me. It won’t work.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Our path will cross, Shooter,” she backs away, disappearing into the fog. “Watch for it…”</p><p> </p><p>

Sean watches her go. “Pirates and witches. What next?”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">El Hijo del Zonk vs Kamikaze w/ Tabitha vs Snow Leopard</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Main Attraction Tournament First Round</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Zonk’s music is a weird, orchestrated version of ‘Send in the Clowns’. He slowly comes the ramp, streamers still hanging off him and trailing behind. He wields a children’s toy as a scepter. Kamikaze is out next, with Tabitha at his side. As usual, her leotard outfit is the real star. Snow Leopard is the last one out, striding to the ring with purpose. His entrance gear comes complete with a cape which he removes upon arrival in the ring.</p><p>

The story of this match separates itself from the others by making the match an almost 2 on 1. Leopard and Kamikaze stand together against the crazy clown king, at least when the three are in the ring together. It eventually breaks down, with them just hitting move after move. Leopard flies around the ring, Kamikaze springs over the ropes whenever he can. Zonk gets the last laugh - figuratively and literally - as he catches Kamikaze and transitions it smoothly into a Zonk Bomb. Leopard can’t break it up in time.</p><p>

<strong>El Hijo del Zonk defeats Kamikaze and Snow Leopard. Rating: 61</strong></p><p>

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“Who the hell was that guy?” Hansen is seething as he storms along the alleys of the circus village. Cat scrambles to keep up, paying full attention to her boss for the first time.</p><p> </p><p>

“I think ‘what’ the hell may be more accurate, boss.”</p><p> </p><p>

“This isn’t funny, Cat,” Hansen reaches his office trailer and fumbles for his keys. “I want to know who that white mask guy is, I want to know what he is doing here and I want to know where Heroe is.” The lock clicks. Hansen pauses, then turns back to look at Cat. “Get on it, Cat.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Right away,” she says, her voice full of sarcasm. Cat dips her head and leaves. </p><p> </p><p>

Sighing heavily, Hansen opens the door to his office. The lights are already on. Sitting behind his desk, with her feet up, is an attractive woman in her early 20s. Long blonde hair tied back in a professional manner. She holds a small notepad in one hand.</p><p> </p><p>

“What are you doing here?” Hansen yells.</p><p> </p><p>

The woman leaned forward and patted the desk with her notepad. “I think you’ll find I have plenty of hidden skills, Hansen. Now, I have some questions for you.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen shakes his head. “No. I told you before, Miss Bell, I am not interested in your ‘interview’ or your ‘investigation’. You are not welcome here. “</p><p> </p><p>

“You’re running an entertainment business, Hansen,” she replies, getting to her feet. “The public have a right to know what’s going on here.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen moves past her and takes his seat behind the desk. “So then, tell me, Lizzie Bell. What IS going on here?”</p><p> </p><p>

Bell falters. “I don’t know, exactly. But I’m getting there. Dead bodies, ‘accidents’, missing people.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Any accidents that have occurred at DVW have been cleared by investigations of the Work Safety Board. Those records are public.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Public, but suspicious.” Bell waves her notepad in his face. “And I have hundreds of other stories that need answers, starting with… your former champion, maybe? Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, Hansen.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen grits his teeth. “Miss Bell, I have been, I think, more than patient with your endless questions and needless investigations. This conversation is over. You will not find DVW again.”</p><p> </p><p>

“It’s not that simple; I go where I please.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen smiles and shows his teeth. “I don't plan on stopping you, but mark my words, you will never find DVW again." He walks over to the door and throws it open. “Now. Leave.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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Back in the ring, El Hijo del Zonk has, apparently, been celebrating this whole time. Sometime during the Hansen-Cat-Bell video, Coulrophobia, Corydon, and Magwitch, came out to the ring. Hellech and Pierrot take turns kneeling before Zonk, and he ‘blesses’ them with taps of his scepter. Blue Phantom’s music hits. He enters, but stays up the aisle. From the ring, Magwitch growls and barks at him. Zonk whispers something to Magwitch, then leaves the ringside area with him and Corydon.</p><p> </p><p>

Coulrophobia still wait in the ring. Phantom steps aside and out comes his partner… Sonny Wildside!</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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<span style="font-size:12px;"><strong>Coulrophobia vs Blue Phantom and Sonny Wildside</strong></span></p><p> </p><p>

A decent enough match, but not up to the standard of the matches that came before it. Every match with Coulrophobia is a fun, chaotic brawl; they work so well together. The skill of Phantom and the recklessness of Wildside adds to it, but the match just never really gets out of first gear.</p><p>

Coulrophobia bend the rules as much as possible, taking shortcuts and double teaming the opponent whenever possible. They are almost disqualified several times. Sonny, as well, isn’t above a quick eye poke when the occasion arises. Tag teamwork is the eventual downfall of Phantom and Wildside, as they just can’t match the clowns. Coulrophobia hits Wildside with a Send in the Clowns. Pierrot goes for the pin as Hellech intercepts Phantom.</p><p>

<strong>Coulrophobia defeats Blue Phantom and Sonny Wildside. Rating: 56</strong></p><p>

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<strong><span style="font-size:18px;">Show Rating: 58</span></strong></p>

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1.4 DVW Going To War





1.4 Going To War


Saturday, Week 4, April 2018

Held in Mid South, USA.

Attendance: 3,200

Available online. Commentary by Samuel Curran and Gerrard Lee




Previously, on Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling…

We see clips of the first six qualifiers for the Main Attraction Semifinals; Hellcat Hernandez, Elliot Thomas, Pavel Vanzycha, Jaime Quine, El Mitico Jr and El Hijo del Zonk. We also see Zalim assaulting Heroe outside his trailer, then defeating Chucky Dorrance on the last show.


Samuel Curran and Gerrard Lee welcome us to the show. “This is Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling!” Curran proclaims. “The march to a new Main Attraction continues, as the final three first round matches go tonight.”


“And a special, star-studded main event, with a trios match between the six wrestlers who have already qualified for the semis,” Lee adds. “Should be a barnstormer.”


“I’m not really sure if you’re using that properly,” Curran says, “but who cares? Let’s get the action started right now!”




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The Hive (Amazing FireFly & Ant-Man) vs The Union (Cal Sanders & Lowe Lapointe) w/ Streetz


The Hive is out first, with FireFly trying to rouse the crowd as the stoic Ant-Man watches. Streetz is not his usual self tonight, as he enters with the Union. For one, he has no pamphlets to hand out. He also leaves a few minutes into the match, after a hurried conversation with Cal. “Streetz appears to have his mind elsewhere,” Curran notes, “after all, Sean Deeley has his tournament match later. He’s the last remaining member of the Union.”

The Union was in control when Streetz left, but clearly miss him. His constant yelling and comments did a good job of distracting the Hive. The match is goes back and forth, with neither squad really getting momentum. A missed charge by Cal Sanders allows the Hive to dump him outside. Ant-Man then scoops up Lowe and positions him over his knee. Firefly hits a splash on Lowe to complete an assisted backbreaker type move and score the win.

The Hive defeated the Union. Rating: 54




“I told you, I’m on top of it.” Cat Jemson hisses into her phone, somewhere backstage in a tent. Equipment boxes and trunks lie around with other miscellaneous poles and items that always seem to be backstage at these things. Cat looks irritated. “If you want to come down, fine. I’d like to meet you. It’s about damn time, don’t you think?”


She stops for a second, then looks at her phone. “He hung up. Jerk.”


“Cat Jemson.”


Blue Phantom is striding towards her. He wears his entrance gear - the long duster with the LED lights. His mouth, the only visible part of his face beneath the mask, is a tight frown.


Cat pockets her phone, smooths down her ringleader’s jacket and smiles sweetly at Phantom. “Blue. What can I do for you?”


If Phantom realizes her sincerity is forced, he gives no indication. “Those clowns. They are a danger to the circus and a threat to us all. I would have defeated them last show, had they not cheated continually during our match.”


“That’s your fault, then, isn’t it? To expect Coulrophobia to fight clean and fairly? Really, Phantom.” He cocks his head to one side and the frown gets deeper. Cat spreads her hands wide. “Look, Blue. Our refs do the best they can. They can’t see everything.”


“One of these days, Cat Jemson, those clowns will cross the line.”


“I don’t doubt it. They make me uncomfortable as well.”


Phantom seems to accept this. He nods, then begins to head off. Cat taps a crate thoughtfully, then calls after him. “Phantom? What if, say, I was able to clean out that warren the clowns call home?”


The luchador considers this for a long second, before nodding. “Then I would be in your debt,” he finally answers. Phantom nods and heads off, leaving Cat to her thoughts.






Elsewhere in the circus village, Snow Leopard is training. He does chinups on a bar suspended in the ground near a collection of trailers and tents. He is wearing his full costume, including the cape. After a few chinups, all which he makes look easy, Leopard stops. He drops down to the ground and looks around. Watching him from the entrance to a small tent is El Mitico Jr. Mitico simply nods at Leopard, then retreats back inside the tent.


The inside of the tent is well-lit. Hellcat Hernandez sits on a big trunk, doing curls with one arm. A small speaker blasts heavy rock beside her. Elliot Thomas stands beside an easel, which displays a large flipbook of paper. The sheet visible reads ‘Zonk, Pavel and Creepy Quine.’


“Can we get started?” Elliot asks. Mitico nods, but doesn’t move to sit. Hellcat grunts. Elliot taps the names on his paper with a marker. They all have things written around them, like a really basic scouting report. “Zonk is probably the biggest threat. He’s a great fighter, not afraid to take shortcuts and completely unpredictable.”


“I can handle Zonk,” Mitico says with quiet confidence. Elliot looks like he wants to ask for details, but instead just nods.


“Are we sure Pavel is wrestling tonight?” Hellcat asks. “I thought I saw him with the medics.”


“Rumour is, he hurt his leg. Just makes it a bigger target.” Elliot writes ‘LEG’ in big letters underneath Pavel’s name. He circles Quine’s name. “That just leaves Creepy Quine. Hard to be a wildcard in a match that also features Zonk.”


“Quine seems tough, but she’ll fold after she gets hit a few times,” Hellcat cracks her knuckles, “That type always does.”


“’That type’? You fight a lot of witches, Hernandez?”


“No, but I’ve fought a lot, period.” She glares at Thomas and he doesn’t flinch as he returns the look.


“Have no worries, friends,” Mitico says, “Tonight, we shall emerge victorious!” He puts a friendly arm around Elliot and grins winningly at Hellcat. Mitico seems genuine, but the other two eye him suspiciously. Friends tonight, but opponents after that.





Blue Phantom vs Chucky Dorrance vs Pierrot

Main Attraction Tournament First Round


Pierrot, perhaps surprisingly, is out by himself tonight. The ref looks relieved. Phantom doesn’t waste any time, going straight for Pierrot as soon as the bell rings. The two exchange plenty of blows while Chucky, forgotten, watches from a corner of the ring. Pierrot comes out on top, taking Phantom down with a nasty neckbreaker. He goes for the pin, but Chucky easily breaks it up. And so this match goes. Phantom and Pierrot dominate much of it, which is good, because Chucky is still pretty green. Regardless, this is not a great match. Pierrot seems a tad off his game tonight. Chucky gets drilled with several big moves and thrown to the outside. Blue Phantom will finally put the clown away with a Phantom Cradle to advance.

Blue Phantom defeats Chucky Dorrance and Pierrot. Rating: 46





Jacob Jett vs Joanna Silver


As the match starts, Curran tries to explain how Jett apparently requested a match against Hugh de Aske, after the pirate interfered in his tournament match last show. Hugh refused, sending Silver in his place. Curran has barely finished his explanation though, than Hugh comes out. Jett eyes the pirate warily as Hugh circles the ring, sitting down at the commentary table. Silver takes advantage with a low blow, getting some offense in.

The match goes back and forth - Jett does a terrific job selling for Silver’s rather weak looking offense - while Hugh makes pirate puns on commentary. Curran tries to ask Hugh why he’s so mad at Jett, but the pirate brushes it off. It’s not a very long match; not even Jett can make Silver look like a threat for that long. Jett hits the Emergency Landing for a win that has Hugh fuming.

Jacob Jett defeats Joanna Silver. Rating: 52



Jett is still celebrating when Hugh slides into the ring. Hugh stalks up behind Jett, when BOOM, superkick! Jett knew he was coming. And really, why wouldn’t he expect an attack? He’s not an idiot.


“You got my attention, Hugh!” Jett yells at him, as the pirate lies on the mat. “But be careful what you wish for.”


LOW BLOW by Joanna Silver on Jett. He collapses and Silver pushes him away, then hurries to tend to Hugh. Jett stumbles out of the ring as the music of the Family Fantastic begins to play. Devyn Renaud and Tabitha come down the aisle. Another Main Attraction Match is next.




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Devyn Renaud w/ Tabitha vs Hugh de Aske w/ Joanna Silver vs Robby Griffin

Main Attraction Tournament First Round


Silver helps the still groggy Hugh get to his feet, although she’s in no great condition either. The ref kicks her out the ring for the match to start. As soon as the bell rings, Hugh bails, taking a powder to gather his wits. Griffin doesn’t let him, as he hits a beautiful somersault over the ropes onto the pirate. Silver rushes to his side and all three are nailed by Devyn soaring over the ropes.

The early going of the match is mostly Griffin vs Renaud, as Hugh sells the superkick from Jett. The crowd isn’t really into that. “That superkick really knocked Hugh silly,”Curran notes. “What gives? Does Jett have lead in his shoes or something?”

Hugh eventually gets more into the match, but, like this whole card so far, it never really hits that higher gear. Hugh looks good by the end, interrupting an exchange between the two with cheap shots, then each a Cut-Throat Driver. He pins Devyn.

Hugh de Aske defeats Devyn Renaud and Robby Griffin. Rating: 53




Somewhere in the trailer park, Chucky Dorrance is pulling that big old trunk of his through the back alleys. He moves pretty quickly, constantly checking behind him, as though he expects someone to be following. Chucky reaches his trailer and unlocks the door, fumbling with the keys.


He pulls the trunk inside and quickly slams the door shut. His trailer is small, but full of puppets. They hang from the ceiling, sit on shelves, couches or counter space. Some are intricate marionettes, but most are older and look more cheaply made. A bunch of them are covered in a thin layer of dust.


Chucky pulls his trunk into an open space in front of the couch and flips open the latches. He turns towards a newer looking ventriloquist’s dummy sitting in a nearby chair. “I’ve got it,” he says. “I saw it and I grabbed it, friends!” He looks around the trailer. Not surprisingly, none of his puppets answer.


Chucky giggles and reaches down in to the trunk and pulls out Joanna Silver’s pirate hat. He must have grabbed it when she took off her entrance gear before the match with Jacob Jett. Chucky laughs. And then, in the split second before the camera cuts away, the ventriloquist’s dummy’s head moves.






“He’s not here,” Cat grumbles, not even trying to hide the annoyance from her voice.


She stands in the middle of a small living trailer. Hansen is in there, too, his size making the trailer look even smaller. The decor of the trailer makes it look like it is from the 60s, with a large Mexican flag displayed along one wall. On the other walls are several photos of Heroe, often standing in a dramatically heroic pose. These are interspersed with old photos and posters of legendary tecnicos. Any other available space is covered by motivation slogans, in both English and Spanish.


“It’s like a Nike advertising campaign exploded in here,” Cat says, fingering a paper that reads ‘I can and I will.’ “It looks like Heroe hasn’t been here in weeks.”


“I haven’t seen him since he told me he was leaving,” Hansen mumbles, looking at a picture of Heroe posing in the DVW ring, the big top soaring above him, brighter than it looks in real life.


“That was a month ago,” Cat says. She motions around her. “We’ve moved since then. If Heroe hasn’t been here, who is moving his trailer? The union workers?”


“Cat, you should know better by now. Have you never noticed that the main buildings of the circus are in the exact same place, wherever we move? Why some nights you can find whatever you are looking for, while other nights you get lost instantly? The circus has many secrets, Cat.”


She’s watching him intently, now. “Some day you’ll have to tell me some of them.”


“Some day, perhaps.” Hansen shakes his head. His grunts in frustration. “None of these pictures look anything like this ‘Zalim’. And there’s no indication of where Heroe may have gone.”


“Do you think Zalim is still here somewhere? Hiding in the circus?”


“I doubt we’ve seen the last of Zalim.”





Japanese Phoenix vs Snow Leopard


And so, the trend of underwhelming matches is over. These two just went out and torn it up. No added goofiness or story or any of that. Just a guy in a Batman inspired hero costume versus a Japanese guy who wishes he was Mexican. Yup.

Phoenix and Leopard work a short, fast-paced match, emphasizing crisp moves and transitions, without worrying too much about philosophy. The action got the crowd into and hyped them up for the home stretch. Snow Leopard finishes it with a Pounce, sending Phoenix spinning a full 360.

Snow Leopard defeats Japanese Phoenix. Rating: 59




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Hellech vs Logan Wolfsbaine vs Sean Deeley w/ Streetz

Main Attraction Tournament First Round


Hellech is out first, alone, much like Pierrot before him. He crouches in a corner of the ring, shaking with silent laughter at a joke only he understands. Logan is next, giving Hellech a wide berth and a wary look before howling from a turnbuckle. Deeley and Streetz come last. Streetz still seems on edge. Not exactly anxious, per se, but definitely more focused than he has in the past. Deeley eyes both Logan and Hellech with the confidence of a seasoned worker.

Sean and Logan put on an excellent technical showcase, matching each other move for move and counter for counter. Hellech plays more of a spoiler role, breaking up pinfalls and moves with his quick attacks. This is a really good match and Deeley especially shines. Even better than his base skills, he manages to get the crowd to buy into the others as possible victors and equal opponents. He should be the easy favourite, but he makes the others look good. The match ends as expected, however, with Sean getting Logan to tap out.

Sean Deeley defeats Logan Wolfsbaine and Hellech. Rating: 70




There’s a sound of tapping, but the only thing we see onscreen is a still crutch. The view pulls out and it becomes clear that the crutch is being used by Pavel Vanzycha. His left leg is in a full plastic boot, from foot to knee. He leans on two crutches. Not helping matters is the fact that Marina del Ray is essentially leaning on his other side. Jaime Quine squats before him, hand splayed wide in front of the injured knee.


“The wound is deep, but it heals,” Quine says, “all heals in time. Except death.”


“Yeah, that’s not creepy at all,” Marina says.


“Is not deep wound,” Pavel takes a step back. “Is sprain.”


“Irregardless, the injury is an issue.”


They all turn to see El Hijo Del Zonk sitting behind them on a crate. His brightly coloured fur cloak sits over his shoulders and he taps his scepter on the ground in a steady pattern. What we can see of Zonk’s face is drawn into a tight frown. “The match is tonight. You cannot compete.” Zonk stops tapping a beat as he studies Pavel. “Still, it is useful knowledge that Poles have weak knees.”


“It was freak accident,” Pavel grunts.


“An accident with freaks,” Marina adds.


Zonk taps his scepter twice. “I suggest we discover a replacement. I may not personally need the assistance, but it would be unwise to go without.”


“I foresee only defeat without the power of three,” Quine intones.


“It’s a little late to go looking for a new teammate,” Marina says. “There isn’t a lot of time. Do you have someone in mind?”


Zonk smiles; it’s an unnerving sight. He spreads his arms wides. “Your king has provided.”


“Surprise!” Corydon saunters into the room, baseball bat on her shoulder, ring gear already on. She smiles widely. “Aren’t you all happy to see me?”





Elliot Thomas, El Mitico Jr and Hellcat Hernandez vs Corydon, El Hijo Del Zonk and Jaime Quine


A good trios match with a lot of moving parts and several fun matchups. It starts with Hellcat squaring off with Corydon. Commentary puts over that these two still have some unfinished business over blows exchanged back in the New Destiny main event. Hellcat gets the upper hand, causing Corydon to roll out and letting Jaime Quine come in. This time, it’s ‘Cat that gets the worst of it. Thomas is in next, but, to his credit, he wants Zonk.

“Not sure how smart it is to call out the King,” Curran says. Zonk does get the advantage this time, but requires an eye gouge to do so. There’s a lot of back and forth in the opening minutes. The action even spreads to the outside, allowing Elliot to hit a senton on Zonk, Hellcat hit a dive on Corydon and then Mitico hits the lot with his Spear of Legend.

Commentary from Curran and Lee helps to build the major story of the match; the friction that exists on both teams. On what is kind of the face team, Elliot clearly views himself as a leader, issuing instructions to the others. Mitico appears to respect him, but still has no problem making orders of his own. Hellcat ignores them both equally. The other side is a little better, with Corydon definitely following Zonk. Quine, however, only seems to listen to those voices in her head.

The match is fun. Elliot and Mitico both play ‘face-in-peril’ at times. Zonk yells at the crowd. Corydon tags out a few times by smacking Zonk on the ass, then tries the same with Quine only to get pushed. Hellcat and Quine end up on the outside, leading to Mitico hitting a gorgeous springboard somersault onto them. However, this leaves Elliot essentially alone in ring with both clowns. Things have broken down at this point and the ref tries, in vain, to kick a clown out of the ring. After a few doubleteams, Zonk complies, Corydon watching as he goes. Zonk doesn’t even notice when Elliot quickly rolls up Corydon, getting a quick three count before Zonk can get back in.

Thomas, Mitico and Hernandez defeat Corydon, Zonk and Quine. Rating: 68




Elliot stumbles to his feet, only to get blindsided by Zonk from behind. He lays into Elliot with kicks and stomps, yelling orders at Corydon. She rolls out and finds her baseball bat. Mitico is back in now. The luchador exchanges fists with Zonk, but Corydon and her bat quickly turn the advantage in favour of the clowns. Hellcat watches for a long beat, clearly considering helping her teammates, but decides against it. She shrugs and wanders up down the aisle. Quine’s not down with her yet. She catches up to her, spinning Hellcat around and drilling her with a KO Kick. Back in the ring, Corydon has hit Mitico with several bat jabs to the gut. Zonk comes over and drills him with a thunderous Zonk Bomb (powerbomb). Corydon pulls Elliot to his feet, only to push him over to Zonk. The clown catches him, sets up, and adds another Zonk Bomb.


Zonk and Corydon stand over Mitico and Elliot, staring at Quine, who watches them from outside the ring, wary. The message is clear. The alliance is over; this is, again, everyone for themselves. Quine slowly backs down the aisle, stepping around the prone Hellcat, as the clowns yell at her from in ring.


Show Rating: 65

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With my roster now more established and the first round of the tournament complete, I figured now would be a good time to start posting previews/cards. Prediction contests seem to be a great way to spur discussion and interest so I'd like to start with my upcoming card. With DVW's bi-weekly model, I don't think I'll have one of these every show. Just for bigger shows, if that makes sense. So, please, predict. The winner gets... my everlasting gratitude. Seriously, winner gets to pick the theme music for a DVW wrestler of their choice (pending my approval. I'm not going to let Zonk enter to, say, Michael Buble.)





Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling gets one step closer to naming their new Main Attraction, with DVW ‘Tread Ye The Path of Bravery.’


The Card features the three semifinal matches in the Main Attraction Tournament. First, the Clown King El Hijo Del Zonk faces off against the unpredictable Hellcat Hernandez and the mysterious newcomer, El Mitico Jr. Mitico and Hellcat were teammates at DVW Going to War, but she left him in the ring to eat a Zonk Bomb from the King. Who will advance?

The second semifinal features Jaime Quine, Blue Phantom and the Union’s figurehead, Shooter Sean Deeley. Quine has defeated both of the other Union members in recent weeks, including overcoming Cal Sanders to advance to the semifinals. Is Deeley next? Phantom has had some issues with the clowns as late, but escapes them in this matchup.

The final semi is a little more complicated. Elliot Thomas, fighting for his very job, and Hugh de Aske have already qualified. But the third member, Pavel Vanzycha, has been forced to pull out due to injury. Ringleader Jon Hansen has promised a replacement. How will Elliot and Hugh react to a participant they weren’t able to prepare for?

Plus, Jon Hansen has promised a new ‘Fight For Your Spot’ challenge, between three newcomers; Austin Smooth, Ernie Valentine and Sarah Taylor. The clown Corydon will face Blade Kimiyama and the dangerous stranger known only as Zalim is in action against Logan Wolfsbaine. All this and more, at DVW Tread Ye The Path Of Bravery.



El Hijo Del Zonk vs El Mitico Jr vs Hellcat Hernandez


Blue Phantom vs Jaime Quine vs Sean Deeley


Elliot Thomas vs Hugh de Aske vs ???? (a current roster member)


Blade Kimiyama vs Corydon


Logan Wolfsbaine vs Zalim


‘Fight For Your Spot’

Austin Smooth vs Ernie Valentine (computer generated character) vs Sarah Taylor

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<p><strong>El Hijo Del Zonk</strong> vs El Mitico Jr vs Hellcat Hernandez</p><p>

<em>I think the clown figurehead has to be in the final at least.</em></p><p> </p><p>

Blue Phantom vs Jaime Quine vs <strong>Sean Deeley</strong></p><p>

<em>I know we are well into the game, but I think Deeley has to be one fo the big names for DVW, so getting him to the final is key.</em></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Elliot Thomas</strong> vs Hugh de Aske vs ???? (a current roster member)</p><p>

<em>The old "???" is intriguing, but Thomas fighting for a job makes me think he gets desperate for a win.</em></p><p> </p><p>

Blade Kimiyama vs <strong>Corydon</strong></p><p>

<em>Blade is a bit of an unknown, but Corydon hasn't really shown much either. Still, I think she has some value in picking up a rogue win here.</em></p><p> </p><p>

Logan Wolfsbaine vs <strong>Zalim</strong></p><p>

<em>Got to keep the mean guy strong...</em></p><p> </p><p>

‘Fight For Your Spot’</p><p>

<strong>Austin Smooth</strong> vs Ernie Valentine (computer generated character) vs Sarah Taylor</p><p>

<em>Smooth is a favorite of mine in 2013, so I will go with him.</em></p>

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Thanks, BigJay2003! Show will be up this weekend. Got a little swamped with work. But first, this video was posted on http://www.dixievaudevillew.com.



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A dark, run-down bar in the middle of nowhere, Texas. The type of place that relies on the fact that its regulars have nowhere else to go to drink. The door opens, but no one looks up until Elizabeth Bell slips through.


Bell has ditched her nicer, more professional looking clothes for an old jacket and a dirty ball cap pulled low. She’s obviously trying to keep a low profile. Still, a few men look up and leer at the attractive young woman. Bell hurries to the bar.


“You’re lost,” the bartender mutters. He has the tired look of someone that has spent multiple decades running a cheap bar in rural Texas. “The Starbucks is two towns over.” This gets a cheap chuckle from a nearby patron.


Bell doesn’t rise to the bait. “Whiskey. Neat.”


The bartender raises one eyebrow in surprise. Still, he pours her a small class. Bell nods her thanks, puts a few bills down, then finishes the glass in one go. She taps the bar, asking for another. Now, the bartender grins.


“Thanks,” Bell says as he hands her a second glass. She sips this one, looking around the bar. It’s not very big and also not very well lit, except around the few big screen TVs. They all play sports highlights of some type. One even shows wrestling.


Bell spots something that grabs her interest with a slight smile. Whiskey in hand, she strolls over to a back booth. “Mind if I join you?”


A grunt from the shadows is her only answer.


Bell slips into a the seat opposite. She shows her most charming smile. “You know, I’ve been looking for you.”


“For me?” The other person leans forward, just into the light. He brushes back his long hair. His eyes take a second to focus. He’s not completely drunk, but he’s certainly had a few.


Elizabeth smiles. “Yes, you. Levon Belanger. I think we can help each other.”

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<p>El Mitico Jr</p><p> </p><p>

Sean Deeley</p><p> </p><p>

Hugh de Aske</p><p> </p><p>

Corydon</p><p> </p><p>

Logan Wolfsbaine </p><p> </p><p>

‘Fight For Your Spot’</p><p>

Austin Smooth</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Love the creative concept btw <img alt=":)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/smile.png.142cfa0a1cd2925c0463c1d00f499df2.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p>

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<p><strong>El Hijo Del Zonk </strong>vs El Mitico Jr vs Hellcat Hernandez</p><p> </p><p>

Blue Phantom vs Jaime Quine vs <strong>Sean Deeley</strong></p><p> </p><p>

Elliot Thomas vs Hugh de Aske vs <strong>???? (a current roster member)</strong></p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Blade Kimiyama</strong> vs Corydon</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>Logan Wolfsbaine </strong>vs Zalim</p><p> </p><p>

‘Fight For Your Spot’</p><p>

<strong>Austin Smooth</strong> vs Ernie Valentine (computer generated character) vs Sarah Taylor</p>

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<p>1.5 DVW Tread Ye The Path of Bravery</p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/uDE8wGn.jpg</span><p> </p><p>

<span style="font-size:18px;">Presents….</span></p><p><span style="font-size:18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:18px;">

1.5 Tread Ye The Path of Bravery</span></p><p><span style="font-size:18px;">


Saturday, Week 2, May 2018</p><p>

Held in Mid South, USA.</p><p>

Attendance: 3,200</p><p>

Available online. Commentary by Samuel Curran and Gerrard Lee</p><p> </p><p>

<em>Previously, on Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling…</em></p><p><em>

We see clips of all nine qualifiers for the DVW semifinals; Blue Phantom, Elliot Thomas, El Hijo Del Zonk, El Mitico Jr, Hellcat Hernandez, Hugh de Aske, Jaime Quine, Pavel Vanzycha and Sean Deeley. The clip of Vanzycha shows him getting injured in his match and then on crutches at the last show. The rest of the recap is quick clips of the competitors facing off against each other: Deeley and Quine in the alley; Hugh and Deeley’s match from Wings of Faith; Zonk destroying Mitico and Thomas; Phantom facing off against Coulrophobia. The video ends with the staredown that finished Going to War - with Zonk and Corydon in the ring and Quine retreating slowly up the ramp.</em></p><p><em>

</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

The show segues right into a match. Corydon’s music hits and the clown princess comes skipping out of the back. Her black highlites look even thicker and more noticeable tonight.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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<span style="font-size:12px;"><strong>Blade Kimiyama vs Corydon</strong></span></p><p> </p><p>

Blade watches the clown closely as he removes all of his various weapons, betraying little emotion. Corydon is the exact opposite, of course, blowing Blade kisses and giving him shy waves. He shakes his head, as if questioning how he got to this point, and then the match begins with a solid forearm from Corydon.</p><p>

Commentary does a good job of selling this match. They build up how both Corydon and Blade are in desperate need of a win and some momentum, and how this is a statement match and more important than it’s opening placement. The match is pretty much the definition of average. Corydon wins with a Flying Cross Body.</p><p>

<strong>Corydon defeats Blade Kimiyama. Rating: 51</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Giving the clown plenty of space, Ringleader Jon Hansen comes down to the ring, mic in hand. The burly man slips through the ropes with a familiar ease. He takes a few seconds to welcome the crowd and get a few cheap pops, cause why not?</p><p> </p><p>

“But to business,” the ringleader segues smoothly into the real reason he is out. “As some of you know, Pavel Vanzycha was injured a few weeks ago in his Tournament qualifier. He went on to win that match, showing his courage and fortitude. But, unfortunately, he has not been cleared by our medical staff to compete tonight and is unlikely to be cleared by our next event in two weeks, when the Main Attraction Tournament final is scheduled. The tournament cannot wait for Pavel to get healthy and I have made the difficult decision to remove him from the tournament. Still, we must have a full complement of wrestlers for the semifinals and-”</p><p> </p><p>

Pavel Vanzycha’s overly melodramatic music hits. The Polish grappler, limping with his crutches and accompanied by the small Marina Del Ray, makes his way slowly down the aisle. He looks furious and stops about halfway down. “What is this cow poop, Jon Hansen? Pavel won his spot in semifinal through great strength.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen doesn’t look surprised to see them. “Pavel. Fantastic. Welcome to the show. But, yes, your strength isn’t the point of debate here. It’s about your health. You haven’t been cleared-”</p><p> </p><p>

“By your doctors!” Marina yells. “They’re frauds. One of them has a degree from the University of Phoenix, for god’s sake!”</p><p> </p><p>

“He can’t even walk!”</p><p> </p><p>

“Pavel can walk; Pavel can fight!” Pavel yells.</p><p> </p><p>

“Fine!” Hansen replies. “If you can make it into this ring in the next minute, you can have your spot back. But no using the crutches or boot.”</p><p> </p><p>

Pavel looks at his injured leg and back at the ring. He takes a small step forward, then stops. “I’ve made terrible error.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Look, Pavel, I get it,” Hansen says. “You’re pissed and you’re angry. But just relax and focus on getting healthy. Focus on resting. The Main Attraction is going to be a fighting championship, it always has been. You’ll get another shot at the belt; trust me.” Pavel seems to accept this logic with a stiff nod. Marina whispers something in his ear. “Now, how about you pull up a chair. You two can have first row seats to the match to decide who gets your place.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/wDxR5aI.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/mOyhFiC.jpg</span> W/ <span>http://i.imgur.com/6Noifkn.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/l2AnEhX.jpg</span> W/ <span>http://i.imgur.com/2lBXDvl.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/Zn163K8.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/c32iMZ6.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/yheG0U7.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">BlackOut vs Cal Sanders w/ Streetz vs Hellech w/ Pierrot vs Jacob Jett vs Poison Ivy vs Sonny Wildside</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Match to Advance to Tournament Semifinals</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Not a very long match, but a very fast paced match with a ton of moving parts. Poison Ivy spends some time yelling at Streetz, calling back to the first round match between her, Cal and Quine. It also doesn’t take long for Pierrot to insert himself in the match. With so much going on, it’s impossible for the ref to keep track on an extra clown running around ringside.</p><p>

It all works surprisingly well, helped, no doubt, by the steadying presence of vets like Cal and Jett. Hellech and Ivy aren’t exactly rookies, either. The frenetic pace stays high, with wrestlers coming in, hitting a few moves or double teams, then slipping out. They work a fun tower of doom spot with Hellech on the bottom, Jett and Cal in the middle and Wildside on top. Later, Hellech and Pierrot are both taken out by a gorgeous corner springboard moonsault from Wildside. He doesn’t stop there, hitting a Spanish Fly on Cal, before falling victim to a Light’s Out (codebreaker) from BlackOut. Outside the ring, Poison Ivy has slapped a submission on Pierrot. The pin is broken up by Jett, who has somehow recovered. Jett scores with a series of kicks and then the Emergency Landing. </p><p>

<strong>Jacob Jett defeats BlackOut, Cal Sanders, Hellech, Poison Ivy and Sonny Wildside. Rating: 57</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Jett grabs a mic as well as his entrance jacket as his vanquished opponents start to recover/leave the ring. “This means I get another shot at the title. But more importantly, I get another shot at Mister Dread Pirate, Hugh de Aske. That’s right, Hughie, my ‘matey’, I’m coming for you. But I’m not coming emptyhanded.”</p><p> </p><p>

Jett fishes around in the pockets of his jacket and pulls out the plain mask that spooked Hugh several weeks ago. Jett holds it up high. “We’re both coming for you, Hugh!”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/uDE8wGn.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Robby Griffin and Logan Wolfsbaine sit in front of a TV tucked into a nondescript corner of a backstage area. They each have a gaming controller in their hands. “Watch this, watch this! Boom!” Logan cheers. He stands up in celebration, dropping his controller like a mic. “Boom, Baby! New York Minute for the win!”</p><p> </p><p>

Robby starts pounding the buttons on his controller. “No, no, no! Get up get up get up get up. Come on, Rogue, you lazy British bum, get up!”</p><p> </p><p>

“What are you doing?” Robby and Logan both whirl around to see Blade Kimiyama watching them. Blade motions to the TV, angry. “What is this? A game?” His English is rough and stilted, but clear enough to understand. </p><p> </p><p>

“Yeah, it’s Supreme Wrestling-”</p><p> </p><p>

“I know it’s game.” Blade snaps. “You play this game, real fighting goes on, out there,” he motions vaguely, probably towards the ring.</p><p> </p><p>

“What’s your problem, buddy?” Logan asks, standing up to Blade.</p><p> </p><p>

“Nothing. I just think you better than this.” Blade gives the TV another dirty look. “Training and concentration. I know your uncle; I fight with your uncle. He is good man. Would not play games. You should make him proud.”</p><p> </p><p>

Logan gives him a skeptical look. “You worked with Uncle Raymond in Japan?”</p><p> </p><p>

Blade squints back at him, as though having trouble translating what Logan is saying. He shakes his head and repeats himself. “I know your uncle; I fight with your uncle.” He wanders off down the hall, waving behind him. “Good luck. Tonight is not game.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/LBhtkvG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/QbWuw3k.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/L5JsUmD.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">Austin Smooth vs Ernie Valentine vs Sarah Taylor</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Fight For Your Spot</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Curran runs down the “accomplishments” of these three as they enter. “Austin Smooth. A submission specialist from New Jersey. Works the independents, most recently seen at this year’s WrestlePeace Festival.” Smooth, looking like a standard pretty boy in his stylish entrance jacket, waves to the crowd.</p><p>

Next is Ernie Valentine. His straggly long hair is tied back in a ponytail and he wears dirty camo fatigues. His look is more ‘redneck’ than ‘army’. “Valentine is graduate of the House of Stone and spent time with NOTBPW before it was sold. He only recorded three victories in his almost two years there, all of them against Michio Gensai.</p><p>

“Finally, Sarah Taylor,” Curran introduces her as she pumps up the crowd and slaps hands. “Sarah is a graduate of the Cat’s Lair and has worked with AAA since turning pro.”</p><p>

This… wasn’t a great match. Three technicians should have made a decent combination, but Sarah - the best known of the trio - just isn’t good enough and the other two are basically unknowns in the MidSouth, and also still pretty green. All of the stats are real, too. Ernie really has only beat Michio Gensai.</p><p>

Austin Smooth gets Sarah to tap to the Smooth Hold and becomes the newest member of DVW.</p><p>

Austin Smooth defeats Ernie Valentine and Sarah Taylor. Rating: 40</p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Jon Hansen comes down to the ring after the match, raising Austin’s hand in triumph. A little overwhelmed, and plenty tired, Austin waves to the crowd.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/MTksneO.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/1g7ufVF.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">Logan Wolfsbaine vs Zalim</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Wow. Safe to say that no one is still thinking about Smooth-Valentine-Taylor now. </p><p>

Zalim attacks before the bell and the assault continues, until Logan counters a missed lariat into a DDT. Logan proves to be a much bigger challenge for Zalim than Chucky was. He matches Zalim blow for blow and move for move, as the two battle around the whole ring area. Zalim isn’t afraid to use all parts of his body as a weapon, hitting strikes, kicks, head butts and throwing himself at Logan. Logan is scrappy, though, and puts up a great fight. Zalim shows off his viciousness, isolating various targets and just going to work. His offense is especially brutal.</p><p>

Logan continues to fight, not giving up, even as Zalim’s attacks leave him limping around the ring. But Logan has his limits, eventually falling to what Curran calls ‘The Villain’s Kick’.</p><p>

<strong>Zalim defeats Logan Wolfsbaine. Rating: 69</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Hard rock plays out of a tiny speaker as Hellcat Hernandez does arm crunches in a small workout tent. Her mouth moves as she counts silently to herself.</p><p> </p><p>

“Hey, baby.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hellcat looks up to see Sonny Wildside saunter into the room. He leans up against a tall crate and winks at her, trying to act as casual as possible.</p><p> </p><p>

Cat scowls. “What the hell do you want, Sonny?”</p><p> </p><p>

Wildside gives her a sultry look. He pushes up from the wall and comes closer. “I wanted to pick up our conversation where we last left it. You. Me. Adrenaline coursing through our veins.” Wildside reaches out to her. “The passion of -”</p><p> </p><p>

Hellcat slaps his hand away. Quick as a flash, Wildside’s hand comes up, grabbing her by the wrist. His whole expression changes. The sultry look is gone, replaced by, quite possibly, the most serious look we’ve ever seen on Sonny’s face in DVW so far. He has an intense look in his eyes, staring through her. It’s unnerving.</p><p> </p><p>

“Don’t forget how you got in this match, Hernandez. You owe me.”</p><p> </p><p>

He releases her hand and Cat jerks it away. She gives him a wary look, her previous bravado shaken. “I earned my spot.”</p><p> </p><p>

Sonny smirks. “Keep thinking that, Cat.” He turns and leaves, waving as he goes. “And good luck tonight, baby.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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Elliot Thomas’s music hits and he comes down to the ring for his semifinal match. He looks focused and a little anxious, but still manages to slap some hands on the way down. Thomas waits in a corner of the ring. Hugh de Aske, accompanied by the gorgeous Joanna Silver, is out next. Hugh does not look happy. He glares at Elliot before turning his scowl to the crowd. Perhaps oblivious to her man’s mood, Joanna happily scales the turnbuckles to wave the Jolly Roger.</p><p> </p><p>

Jacob Jett’s music plays and Hugh’s scowl gets even deeper. Out from the back comes Jett - wearing his old Jetstream Mask! He limps a little, selling the match from earlier in the evening, as he makes his way to the ring, basking in the cheers of the crowd. In the ring, Hugh is apoplectic. He’s yelling at the ref, demanding that Jett take off the mask. Jett just grins at him. Thomas watches the whole thing with slight bemusement.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/RRBLV2y.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/XLUrnHl.jpg</span> W/ <span>http://i.imgur.com/m8bJyel.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/bC58fOM.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">Elliot Thomas vs Hugh de Aske (w/ Joanna Silver) vs Jacob Jett</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Main Attraction Tournament Semifinal Match</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

The bell rings and Jett launches himself across the ring, drilling Hugh - who is still complaining to the ref - with a brutal running kick. The pirate falls right out of the ring; Joanna rushing to his side. Thomas just stares. Jett yells some abuse after Hugh before turning to face Elliot. Elliot and Jett fight one on one for a good five minutes before Hugh gets back involved. And, not surprisingly, he goes right for Jett, blindsiding him and laying into his old rival with kicks and stomps. Elliot actually pulls Hugh off Jett. Hugh gets a few laughs when he yells at him, “What the hell do you want?”</p><p>

This is a good match, but for one major issue. Jett’s earlier limp was not just him selling his first match. He actually did tweak his leg in the six-man. Not helping matters is the fact these three guys were told to go all out. Oh well.</p><p>

Hugh’s obsession with Jett’s mask turns out to be his undoing. The pirate is focused, almost obsessively, on it, trying to rip the mask off Jett’s face. Jett fights back, but Hugh gets even more obsessed with it as the match progresses. Hugh actually manages to hit the Cut-Throat Driver on Jett, but instead of trying to pin him, he again goes for the mask. Thomas comes sprinting in, scoring with a step-up enziguri on the kneeling Hugh. The pirate falls. Elliot leaps to the top of the turnbuckle and hits a great looking Quiet Down moonsault on Hugh for the win.</p><p>

<strong>Elliot Thomas defeats Hugh de Aske and Jacob Jett. Rating: 65</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Elliot celebrates as the crowd cheers. Joanna Silver slides into the ring to help Hugh up. The pirate staggers to his feet, yelling at Jett, apparently blaming him for the loss.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/uDE8wGn.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Cat Jemson is backstage, idly filing her nails. She looks up, quickly affecting a fake smile as Elliot Thomas, still sweating from his match, approaches. “Congratulations, Mr Thomas.”</p><p> </p><p>

Elliot stops, noticing Cat. He looks a little wary. “Cat. What do you want?”</p><p> </p><p>

“I don’t want anything, Elliot. I’m just here, on behalf of the boss, to say ‘great job’ and good luck in two weeks.”</p><p> </p><p>

“That’s very supportive of him.” Elliot’s face says the exact opposite.</p><p> </p><p>

“And on behalf on myself, I want to congratulate you, as well as offer you my… services.”</p><p> </p><p>

Elliot smirks at this. He shakes his head and turns to leave. “Well, thanks, Cat, but I do pretty well by myself. I’m not really interested in older women.”</p><p> </p><p>

“No, no, no,” Cat stops him with a hand. “You misunderstand, Elliot. That’s not what I’m… Ugh, listen. I know about your deal with Hansen. ‘Win or find a new job’. I’m trying to say that, if things don’t go your way in the final, perhaps you should ‘Find a new boss’, instead.”</p><p> </p><p>

“You?”</p><p> </p><p>

“Exactly.” Cat is interrupted by a cell phone playing ‘Everybody Wants To Be A Cat.’ Cat grumbles an apology before pulling out her phone. She holds up a finger, imploring Elliot to wait, as she answers it. “This is Cat. What do you need?” We can’t hear the voice on the other side, but Cat’s expression immediately changes. She gets serious, turning away from Elliot, who rolls his eyes and wanders off.</p><p> </p><p>

“What? You’re here tonight?” Cat says. She pauses, listening and looking worried. “Of course, I do want to meet you, but tonight is-” She stops short, obviously being cut off. Then she swallows hard. “Yes. Give me the directions.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/uDE8wGn.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Send in the clowns! El Hijo Del Zonk comes down the aisle with a slow pace, arms spread like a messiah welcoming his followers. To be honest, that’s probably not far from what the clown king thinks. His brightly coloured cape trails behind him. He doesn’t enter the ring, instead choosing to take off all his attire at the time keepers table at ringside.</p><p> </p><p>

El Mitico Jr is next, dashing down to the ring. The warrior leaps onto the turnbuckle nearest Zonk, staring down at the clown from above. The two trade insults and gestures. Hellcat is the last one out, although she seems to be lacking her usual bravado.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/hCXraqq.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/6l0mXzr.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/58lIam9.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">El Hijo Del Zonk vs El Mitico Jr vs Hellcat Hernandez</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Main Attraction Tournament Semifinal Match</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Zonk and Mitico go right at each from the bell, trading blows. Hellcat watches them for a second, before bouncing off the ropes and leveling both with a double dropkick. This is more of a true triple threat match than the earlier one. Mitico clearly wants a piece of Zonk, but also has no problems mixing things up with Hellcat. Zonk and Hellcat don’t seem to care who they fight, as long as they punch or kick something. Zonk looks very dangerous in this match, using his superior brawling skills to great use. Mitico is just a workhorse. He spends the most time in the ring and never seems to tire or lose a step. Hellcat, realizing she drops a lot to the men in terms of size, relies on a guerrilla strategy, using her speed and striking to hit and run as much as possible.</p><p>

Zonk throws Mitico out of the ring at one point, just as Hellcat slides back in. She attacks with speed, bouncing off the ropes, but Zonk nearly decapitates her with a leg lariat. With the crowd booing, Zonk calmly picks her up and hits a Zonk Bomb (Powerbomb). Before he can pin her, Mitico is back on the apron. The luchador springboards in, going for a crossbody, perhaps, but Zonk ducks it. Mitico crashes and burns, stumbling to his feet just to get hit by a Zonk lariat. With one eye on Mitico, Zonk calmly covers the still prone Hellcat.</p><p>

<strong>El Hijo Del Zonk defeated El Mitico Jr and Hellcat Hernandez. Rating: 63</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

“Tonight is the night!”</p><p> </p><p>

A small eating area, tucked between several long truck trailers. It is full of people. Almost a hundred people, dressed in dirty work clothes, overalls, safety vests or flannel shirts. A few hold signs but almost all hold a drink of some kind. Standing on a picnic table at one edge is Streetz. Seated beside him is Shooter Sean Deeley.</p><p> </p><p>

“Tonight, brothers and sisters, is the night of glory for one of our own!” Streetz yells. “A blue collar fighter! Someone who has fought and worked for everything he has gained! He doesn’t hide behind a mask or white paint.” The crowd boos along with Streetz. “He doesn’t sneak around in shadows or prance around on a trapeze.”</p><p> </p><p>

“He is one of us! He is one of you!” Streetz continues. The crowd gets louder, cheering after everything he says. “A believer in hard work, in full effort. And now, he’s two wins away from running this place. This… is Shooter Sean Deeley!”</p><p> </p><p>

The crowd of Union workers gets even louder, chanting Shoo-ter, Shoo-ter, Shoo-ter. Deeley almost reluctantly gets to his feet, waving to his fellows. This has the opposite of the desired effect, as the workers think he’s going to talk and immediately fall quiet.</p><p> </p><p>

Deeley glances at Streetz for some guidance, but his manager just nods towards the crowd and grins. Slowly, Deeley raises a hand. “Uh… Who’s ready to kick some ass?”</p><p> </p><p>

The place becomes unglued.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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Back in the ring, Blue Phantom’s eerie music plays as we get set for the final semifinal match. Curran, pulling his double duty as ring announcer, looks confused as the luchador fails to make his entrance. The music stops, then starts up again. Still, no sign of Phantom. Jaime Quine’s music is next and she does make her way out, head cocked to the side as though listening to something else. Once in the ring, Quine holds an ear to the mat, before whispering to Curran - just loud enough that his mic picks it up - “The Phantom blew his chance.” She laughs.</p><p> </p><p>

Deeley is next, with Streetz at his shoulder, whispering instructions the whole way down the ramp. Deeley doesn’t break eye contact with Quine as he approaches, staring her down. As the two circle, Curran has a hurried conversation with the ref.</p><p> </p><p>

Suddenly, the video screen crackles to life. It shows backstage, where Coulrophobia - Hellech and Pierrot - along with Corydon, are destroying Blue Phantom. The clowns slingshot him over a table. Hellech pulls the luchador up, holding him so Corydon can nail him with a nasty looking kick. They send him into a stack of crates and boxes, sending stuff flying. Hellech goes to finish the job as Corydon taps Pierrot on the shoulder with her bat. “Get to the ring!”</p><p> </p><p>

Back in the arena, Coulrophobia’s music hits and Pierrot comes running out. He slides into the ring, ready for a fight. Both Deeley and Quine take a step back, but neither moves to challenge him. The ref tries to convince Pierrot to leave, but the clown shakes his head. Another hurried conversation between ref and Curran, and the bell rings. Looks like this match is on.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><span>http://i.imgur.com/P1D3asP.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/4wi32AS.jpg</span><strong><span style="font-size:12px;"> W/ </span></strong><span>http://i.imgur.com/6Noifkn.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/2lBXDvl.jpg</span><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Jaime Quine vs Sean Deeley w/ Streetz vs Pierrot</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:12px;">

Main Attraction Tournament Semifinal Match</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Quine and Deeley waste little time going after Pierrot and throwing him out of the ring first, before focusing on each other. The clown isn’t down for long and these three hit some early impressive sequences that involve all three of them. Commentary, meanwhile, is all over Pierrot. Gerrard Lee blames Curran for letting him in the match, while Curran steadfastly refuses to discuss it. “It’s a Triple Threat!” Curran finally snaps. “Do you want to go tell that clown he has to leave?”</p><p>

Deeley is, again, phenomenal. He could wrestle a mannequin and make it interesting, so of course he does well with Jaime Quine and a wildcard like Pierrot. Pierrot actually gets a lot of nearfalls. Deeley gets him in the Seated Stretch Armbar at one point, only for Quine to break it up. “Hard to get a submission victory in a triangle match,” Lee notes.</p><p>

This is the longest of the three semifinals. Fitting, as all three of these wrestlers could probably go all night. It doesn’t, of course. Coming to end with all three in the ring. Quine goes to hit a staggered Deeley with her KO Kick, but Deeley ducks, causing Quine to hit Pierrot instead. Quine looks shocked that she missed her target, but not for long, as Deeley comes up behind her and hits a big German suplex. He keeps his hands locked and hits another, releasing this time. Quine bounces and rolls out of the ring. Deeley turns on Pierrot and locks in the Armbar again. With no help in sight, the clown taps.</p><p>

<strong>Sean Deeley defeated Jaime Quine and Pierrot. Rating: 71</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Streetz celebrates with Deeley as the show ends.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

<span style="font-size:14px;">Show Rating: 66</span></p>

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So, BigJay2003 ran the gauntlet and got all the picks correct, so he/she wins! If you want, BigJay, you get to pick the theme music for any wrestler in DVW. Just reply here or send a private message. And, if you could include a YouTube link (since I'll be linking to YouTube for the music during the diary) so I get what you want, that would be awesome. And feel free to take your time.</p><p> </p><p>

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Some indefinite time later, ringleader Jon Hansen meanders through the circus alleys. The park is quiet and dark around him. Hansen carries a beer in one hand. It’s clear he’s had a few, mostly by the way he sings “Oh What A Night” to himself.</p><p> </p><p>

“Oh, I, I got a funny feelin’ when she walked in the room… Oh, my…”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen stops singing as he reaches his trailer. Leaning up against the door is BlackOut. The masked man stands straight as Hansen approaches. “Boss!” The light outside Hansen’s trailer flickers.</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen’s eyes narrow and he takes an appraising step back. “BlackOut. Step aside. That is my trailer and I need some sleep.”</p><p> </p><p>

“I know, Boss, and I’m sorry to bother you, but I’ve been looking all over for you. No one has seen you since the show ended a few hours ago.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen relaxes and holds up his drink. “It was a good show. I was celebrating.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Great.” BlackOut awkwardly motions deeper into the park. “Now come with me. I have something to show you.” Hansen looks even more skeptical. “I’m serious,” BlackOut implores. Then he sighs. “Leopard sent me.”</p><p> </p><p>

This convinces Hansen. “Lead away.”</p><p> </p><p>

“We tried to find Cat, but no one’s seen her and she’s not answering her phone,” BlackOut adds. Hansen just grunts.</p><p> </p><p>

BlackOut takes Hansen on a winding path through the circus trailer park. It’s dark and mostly deserted. Every few trailers they spot a shadow or two, but no one approaches them. BlackOut takes several corners with a surprising confidence, before stopping at a larger space between several trailers. Mostly deserted now, but there is no doubt, this is the spot where Streetz held the Union rally earlier tonight.</p><p> </p><p>

There are a few people scattered around the area. Blade Kimiyama stands near the entrance. He nods at BlackOut and Hansen as they pass, BlackOut leading them to a picnic table on the far side. Hansen spots Poison Ivy sitting on a bench, petting a plant. The Hive lurk in a corner, watching proceedings without moving. The whole scene is surreal.</p><p> </p><p>

Snow Leopard stands near the picnic table. He nods respectfully at Hansen when he approaches, but won’t meet his eyes. “I’m sorry,” Leopard says. “I didn’t see this happen.” He steps aside.</p><p> </p><p>

There’s something on the table. Hansen takes a step toward it, then gags. Sprawled on his back, dripping blood onto the ground, is the quite dead body of Magwitch the clown.</p>

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<p>1.6 DVW The Main Attraction</p><p> </p><p>

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<span style="font-size:18px;">Presents...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:18px;">

1.6 The Main Attraction</span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Saturday, Week 4, May 2018</p><p>

Held in Mid South, USA.</p><p>

Attendance: 3,300</p><p>

Available online. Commentary by Samuel Curran and Gerrard Lee</p><p> </p><p>

<em>Previously, on Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling…</em></p><p><em>

Zalim continues his reign of terror, knocking Logan Wolfsbaine out with the Villain’s Kick. The recap touches on moments from all three tournament semifinals. El Hijo del Zonk hitting the Zonk Bomb on Hellcat Hernandez to win his match. Coulrophobia attacking Blue Phantom backstage, leading to Pierrot taking his spot, only to tap to Shooter Sean Deeley. Finally, the standoff between Hugh de Aske and Jacob Jett to begin their match, leading to Elliot Thomas’s dramatic victory. The recap ends with the intermission scene; the camera pulling away on ringleader Jon Hansen standing by the dead body of Magwitch.</em></p><p><em>

</em></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Ringleader Jon Hansen sits tucked in behind his desk. The man has looked better. His jacket is undone, revealing a dirty undershirt. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, judging by his stubble. He rubs his eyes as he looks across the office to Cat Jemson. In contrast, her appearance is, as usual, impeccable. However, her behaviour is, perhaps, even more affected. She fidgets and doesn’t make eye contact with Hansen, instead glancing at a pad of paper she holds.</p><p> </p><p>

“And you’re sure they don’t know?” Hansen mutters.</p><p> </p><p>

“As sure as I can be,” Cat answers. “I saw Corydon out this morning, skipping around the park. She pulled the whole handshake stinger trick on me and told me a terrible knock knock joke before asking me to smell a flower. I declined. If the clowns know about Magwitch’s… ‘status’, they are hiding it well.”</p><p> </p><p>

“How can they not know?”</p><p> </p><p>

“He wasn’t exactly a reliable sort.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Thank god for small miracles,” Hansen says. He grabs a bottle from his desk and takes a quick drink, wincing at the taste. “We’re lucky to have contained this for now. It would have been easier if you were there when it happened.”</p><p> </p><p>

Cat noticeably avoids his stare, looking away. “My personal time is my personal time, Hansen. I’m here now.” Hansen just grunts in reply. Cat continues, tapping her pad. “I have a list of people to question here. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”</p><p> </p><p>

With a glare, Hansen walks her to the door of his office trailer. Cat attempts a cheeky smile before leaving, but can’t quite manage it. She swallows hard and heads off into the park. Hansen watches her go.</p><p> </p><p>

“Jon.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen turns to see Elliot Thomas leaning up against his trailer, dressed in a large hoodie. “Thomas. I don’t have time for this right now. Or the energy.”</p><p> </p><p>

“For what?” Elliot asks, innocent. He spreads his arms wide. “I’m just out for a warmup jog. Wanted to stop by and say ‘hi’. And, you know, point out that I’m just one win away from getting that belt. And once I have it, you and me are going to have that little chat that I’ve been waiting for.”</p><p> </p><p>

“I can’t wait,” Hansen says, voice dripping with sarcasm.</p><p> </p><p>

Elliot chuckles and heads off. “Catch you later, Jon.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Good luck tonight. I hope you do well.”</p><p> </p><p>

Elliot stops cold, turning back and staring at Hansen. This time, it’s the ringleader’s turn to smile and turn away. Elliot shakes his head. “No. Just my imagination.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/VjRbpxX.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/gpKBq7j.jpg</span> W/ <span>http://i.imgur.com/90Jt40p.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/8cOJWJ9.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/KhOpBQk.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">The Family Fantastic (w/ Tabitha) vs The Hive</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

A fast-paced opener that sees the ref completely fail to retain any sense of order. Not that these teams are dirty by any means; they just move around so quickly and seem to be constantly diving out of the ring - which is, by DVW rules, a legal tag. The Family Fantastic moves just a little bit better together. Kamikaze especially lives up to his name by showing no fear to jump and leap from anywhere and everywhere. Firefly might be the most underrated performer in the company. Tabitha is a bit of an ace in the hole for the acrobats, at one point causing AntMan to stop and stare. “Maybe they aren’t so different after all!” Curran laughs from commentary.</p><p>

The match ends with the Family Fantastic hitting the High Wire Act - a moonsault from Kamikaze followed by a Shooting Star Press from Devyn Renaud - on Firefly for the win.</p><p>

<strong>The Family Fantastic defeats the Hive. Rating: 55</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

“Ye lily-livered, slovenly, bilge rat!”</p><p> </p><p>

Hugh de Aske stomps across the backstage area, spittle flying from his mouth as he rages. Joanna Silver tries - perhaps - to restrain him. It’s not very effective. Hugh’s target?</p><p> </p><p>

Jacob Jett, sitting casually in a corner, watching a sitcom on a tablet. He doesn’t look up.</p><p> </p><p>

“Ye rotten timbered, flea ridden, scurvy dog!” Hugh continues. “You do unusual things with your parrot. May a pox land on your manhood and a black spot upon thee.” Hugh gets closer to Jett, and spits in front of him. </p><p> </p><p>

Jett finally looks up. He looks confused and pulls earbuds out. “Sorry, Hugh. You were saying something?”</p><p> </p><p>

Furious, the pirate’s face bulges and turns red. “I ought to-”</p><p> </p><p>

Jett jumps to his feet, not backing down an inch. His casualness is gone in an instance, replaced by steely determination. “You ought to what, Hugh? You wanna a fight right now?”</p><p> </p><p>

Joanna manages to squeeze in between the two, creating a physical barrier. Why she would want to is anyone’s guess.</p><p> </p><p>

“I would be in that final tonight if it wasn’t fer you,” Hugh says.</p><p> </p><p>

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not exactly in it, either. And brush your teeth every once and awhile, please.”</p><p> </p><p>

“You and your gorram mask.”</p><p> </p><p>

“You liked that, huh?” Jett smirks. “I didn’t plan that, honest. But it seemed appropriate.” He enjoys the reaction he gets, as Hugh’s expression gets even more angry. “Ah. You thought the mask was gone.”</p><p> </p><p>

“I killed it, Jett. Years ago. We made an accord.”</p><p> </p><p>

“One that has no power here!” Jett turns away. “Now, leave me alone.”</p><p> </p><p>

“No,” Hugh stops him with a snarl. “I want you in the ring. Next show. De Aske vs Jett. No masks.”</p><p> </p><p>

“No girlfriend.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Deal.” Hugh laughs. “I’ll just see her later. When we dance on the grave of your career.” The pirate throws an arm around Silver and the two walk away, laughing.</p><p> </p><p>

Jett doesn’t watch them go. “We’ll see.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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In another part of the circus, somewhere outside and still surprisingly light, Cat Jemson is interviewing El Mitico Jr and Snow Leopard. When they speak, she jots down notes in the pad like she’s playing cop. Mitico and Leopard appear to be having a competition to see which one can appear the most impassive. Honestly, it’s oddly fascinating to watch.</p><p> </p><p>

“How could you not see anything?” Cat is asking. “Not only did you find the body, you guys are watching all the time. It’s creepy.”</p><p> </p><p>

“We are not ‘watching’,” Leopard corrects her. “We stand vigilant against the forces of evil.”</p><p> </p><p>

“We protect the circus innocent against threats,” Mitico adds.</p><p> </p><p>

“So, if you guys are constantly vigilant, why didn’t you help Magwitch?” Cat asks.</p><p> </p><p>

Leopard and Mitico share a quick look before turning back to her. “We didn’t see him until it was too late,” Mitico says. “We found the body on a patrol, but no sign of what happened.”</p><p> </p><p>

Cat rolls her eyes. “You have to be joking. You two brag about vigilance and heroism, but when something does actually happen, you miss it? What gives?”</p><p> </p><p>

Another look between the masked men. Although their expressions don’t change, this one has a distinct awkward feeling to it. “We were… busy,” Leopard finally admits.</p><p> </p><p>

“Doing… what? Wait, do I even want to know?”</p><p> </p><p>

“We were… watching Guardians of the Galaxy.”</p><p> </p><p>

“It’s my favourite movie,” Mitico adds.</p><p> </p><p>

Cat flips her notepad closed. “Super.” Cat turns to leave, but Leopard stops her with a hand. </p><p> </p><p>

“Magwitch was found in the same area that Streetz held a rally with his Union supporters,” Leopard says. “Coincidence or not?”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/2CiBQss.jpg</span> W/ <span>http://i.imgur.com/MTksneO.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/1g7ufVF.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">Robby Griffin (w/ Logan Wolfsbaine) vs Zalim</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

The commentators mention that Griffin actually challenged Zalim to this match, after Zalim beat his buddy Logan at the last show. Logan is ringside for this match, but seems content to just watch and offer encouragement. He doesn’t interfere, even though Griffin is very clearly overmatched in the early going.</p><p>

Blade Kimiyama comes out from the back to observe, wandering about halfway down the aisle. Neither Griffin nor Zalim notice, but Logan does. He goes to Blade and tries to get him to leave, leading to a rather heated argument. Logan’s attention only returns to the ring when he hears Zalim almost decapitate Griffin with the Villain’s Kick. The count is academic.</p><p>

<strong>Zalim defeats Robby Griffin. Rating: 51</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Logan Wolfsbaine looks to be blaming this on Blade. Still in the Japanese wrestler’s face, he doesn’t see Zalim pull Griffin back up, only to drill him with another vicious kick. Blade does, though, taking off for the ring, with Logan trailing behind. There’s a lot that could be said about Zalim, but stupid isn’t one of them. Seeing Logan and Blade storm the ring, the masked man quickly retreats, bailing out and retreating up the aisle. Blade and Logan tend to Griffin and yell abuse at Zalim.</p><p> </p><p>

El Mitico Jr’s music hits, and the luchador enters with Snow Leopard. Their tag match is next. The two have a staredown with Zalim as they pass him on the ramp. “The bell means the match is over. No further violence!” Snow Leopard warns him. “We are watching.”</p><p> </p><p>

Zalim seems to understand this, nodding before disappearing behind the curtain.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/6l0mXzr.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/yF4dqNl.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/mOyhFiC.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/vWT03sH.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">El Mitico Jr and Snow Leopard vs The Union</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Cal Sanders and Lowe Lapointe are alone tonight. Curran speculates, probably correctly, that Streetz is understandably focused primarily on Deeley’s championship match later. Again, his absence is definitely felt by his team. Leopard and Mitico are teaming together here for the first time, but it feels pretty natural, and a good fit. They share that hero mentality, as well as a love for Guardians of the Galaxy. This is a fast paced, competitive match. A really good contrast to the extended squash that came before it.</p><p>

Mitico, as is becoming the usual in his matches, finds an opportunity to hit the Spear of Legend on both Union members. Leopard quickly joins him outside of the ring and the two roll a woozy Lowe Lapointe back in. Mitico stays to keep Sanders occupied, while Leopard looks to finish off Lapointe. Zalim comes out of pretty much nowhere, destroying Mitico with a running kick. Curran notices right away, screaming on the mic, “Where did he come from?!?!”</p><p>

Snow Leopard notices Zalim standing over the prone body of his teammate and starts yelling at the villain. Zalim doesn’t say anything, just making a very clear ‘bring it on’ gesture. For a second, it looks like Snow Leopard is about to take him up on that challenge, but Lapointe, recovered, whirls him around instead and hits his Crying Game finisher (Mafia Kick) on the masked man. He covers warily, watching Zalim closely.</p><p>

<strong>The Union defeats El Mitico Jr and Snow Leopard. Rating: 60</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

The clown’s tent. The sign out front, complete with the jester’s hat, sitting at a jaunty angle. The camera goes inside.</p><p> </p><p>

The interior of the tent is not quite as dark as before. The shelves and stacks of equipment and assorted paraphernalia still make the place seem larger, but still claustrophobic. Cutting through the darkness and gloom are many little lights. Colourful LEDs twinkle and outline the base of El Hijo del Zonk’s ridiculous throne. Several small laser projectors, those home spotlights that are used in place of putting up Christmas lights, illuminate the room, or at least give some form to the space. An old smoke machine puffs from somewhere behind the throne.</p><p> </p><p>

Standing on the throne, dressed in his bright faux fur robe, is El Hijo del Zonk. He’s added to the robe, attaching random shiny objects - such as CDs, coloured tape, plastic, and even a few utensils - to the outfit, like some manic magpie. Arranged before the throne are Hellech, Pierrot and Corydon, the last of whom sits crosslegged on the ground with a massive smile on her face. Coulrophobia seem to hitting something, creating a slow steady beat during Zonk’s speech.</p><p> </p><p>

“Brothers and sister!” Zonk proclaims, arms spread wide. Zonk’s delivery, as usual, is predictable, getting suddenly louder or quieter with no warning or explanation. “This is our night! This is our moment. Tomorrow we will rest - but tonight! - tonight, I fight! Today, the end of May, shall live forever. It shall forever be remembered as the day El Hijo del Zonk and his faithful clowns ascended to their rightful spot at the top of Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling!”</p><p> </p><p>

Zonk leaps down from his throne, landing among his followers. “We shall ever gather on this day to remember. Old men forget; but we will remember what we did this day. Our names will be legend in their mouths; Pierrot and Hellech, my loyal Corydon. Tonight, is where we start that story. In that ring.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Tonight, Zonk becomes… immortal.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hellech, Pierrot and Corydon cheer. Zonk basks in their adoration for seconds as it dies down. He claps Hellech and Pierrot on the shoulders. “Now go, brothers. Pierrot, you have a match against the usurper. Hellech, you must be there for him.” The clowns nod and retreat back in the darkness. Zonk turns to Corydon. “Sister… have you seen Magwitch?”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/wDxR5aI.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/c32iMZ6.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/58lIam9.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/yheG0U7.jpg</span><p>

<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">BlackOut and Poison Ivy vs Hellcat Hernandez and Sonny Wildside</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

The lights flicker as BlackOut tries to dramatically make an entrance. It is completely undermined by Poison Ivy talking animatedly to her plant. As Hellcat and Sonny enter, Samuel Curran explains on commentary that Sonny requested this match. Or rather, he requested a tag match with his new partner - Hellcat. Hellcat does not look happy to be there. Sonny either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.</p><p>

While this is third tag team match tonight (wow), it looks and feels very different. These are not cohesive teams, by any stretch of the imagination, and that element is the match story. The other tag matches were very much two vs two; this plays more like four individuals who just happen to split into two teams. Hellcat does not enjoy tagging with Sonny, while Ivy just seems too spacey for BlackOut’s liking.</p><p>

Sonny and Hellcat emerge as the better team. Sonny hits Ivy with a superkick, causing her to stumble into Hellcat’s Running Bulldog finisher. Hellcat gets the pin.</p><p>

<strong>Hellcat Hernandez and Sonny Wildside defeat BlackOut and Poison Ivy. Rating: 58</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Excited with the win, Hellcat actually gives Sonny a high five before he jumps up on the turnbuckle to work the crowd. Realizing what she just did, she makes a face and glares at his back as he celebrates.</p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><p>

<span>http://i.imgur.com/uDE8wGn.jpg</span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Somewhere in a backstage hallway, ‘Shooter’ Sean Deeley and Streetz are walking. Deeley is dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans, like he’s off to work as a lumberjack, not wrestle a match. Streetz is clearly building him up.</p><p> </p><p>

“Streetz! Wait there, please!” Cat Jemson comes running up behind the men, waving her notepad.</p><p> </p><p>

The men oblige, although neither looks happy about it. Deeley rolls his eyes with impatience. “What can we do for you, Miss Jemson?” Streetz asks, his words undermined by his sarcastic tone.</p><p> </p><p>

“I need to ask you a few questions about the events of last show. Specifically about your Union rally.”</p><p> </p><p>

Streetz smiles, tight. “You mean, you want to ask about Magwitch’s untimely death.” He enjoys the look of surprise on her face.</p><p> </p><p>

“How did you- You couldn’t know that.”</p><p> </p><p>

“I have eyes and ears everywhere at this circus, Cat. There’s very little I don’t know.” Cat looks very concerned at this pronouncement and what it might mean. Streetz, however, glosses right over it. “Of course, I heard about his death. You have no worry about me telling anyone, of course. But you are wasted your time here. Our rally was finished before the main event, well before Magwitch’s death.”</p><p> </p><p>

“That doesn’t mean you couldn’t go back later.”</p><p> </p><p>

“The same is true for anyone on the roster,” Streetz says, motioning around vaguely. “I harbored no ill will against Magwitch.”</p><p> </p><p>

“You hated him.”</p><p> </p><p>

Streetz glowers. “Everyone hated him. Magwitch was a beast. But how could I overpower one such as he?”</p><p> </p><p>

Cat gestures, none too subtly, at Deeley. “You could have had help.”</p><p> </p><p>

Deeley steps towards her, flexing his large shoulder muscles. “If you are going accuse your next Main Attraction champion of murder, you best have some evidence, Cat.”</p><p> </p><p>

“I don’t. Yet.”</p><p> </p><p>

“Then I have a match to prepare for,” Deeley says, pushing past her. Streetz gives her an unfriendly nod and follows his man.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

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<strong><span style="font-size:12px;">Blue Phantom vs Pierrot (w/ Hellech)</span></strong></p><p> </p><p>

Commentary tried to build this match up, touching on the issues that Phantom has had with the clowns over the past few weeks, especially how Pierrot stole his spot in the semifinal last show. The actual match, however, never really showed any of that animosity. Pierrot seemed ‘off his game’ and Phantom did little to cover for him. As a result, this stilted contest went on too long. Hellech would spend much of the match interfering whenever the momentum shifted to Phantom, until the ref has enough and sends him to the back. Phantom would take advantage of this distraction, hitting several quick kicks and strikes, before scoring with the Phantom Cradle and getting the win.</p><p>

<strong>Blue Phantom defeated Pierrot. Rating: 50</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

A dark, long and narrow alley between the trailers, somewhere out in the DVW park. BlackOut shuffles along, clearly upset over yet another loss. Only a few lights illuminate his path. They flicker as he passes them, causing the masked man to sigh even louder before continuing his long walk.</p><p> </p><p>

As he takes a step, something crinkles under his feet. It’s an unusual sound. BlackOut notices it, too. He stops, looking down. There’s a piece of paper under his foot. There’s always some trash around the park, but this paper looks so incongruous that BlackOut stops to pick it up.</p><p> </p><p>

He slowly unfolds it, revealing heavy, dark letters scrawled in black. “’I’m being held prisoner. Help me, please.’” BlackOut reads out loud. He glances around, as though expecting the prisoner to reveal themselves. Nothing but quiet trailers, dark trucks and flickering lights. The park is quiet. “A prisoner? Here?”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/uDE8wGn.jpg</span></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

Ringleader Jon Hansen is in the ring, carrying a large briefcase. He has cleaned himself up slightly since earlier and certainly looks presentable from a distance. He has a mic. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the main event of the evening!” He holds the briefcase up high, turning around to show all. “I have, in this case, the Main Attraction Championship Belt. This belt, the championship of DVW, has a honoured path and history. Unfortunately, that great history has been tainted by recent events. We, the leadership of DVW, was forced to strip the former champion of the belt, expelling them from the company. Too long the Main Attraction was vacant. But that ends tonight! And despite my personal feelings about them, tonight we will see three of the top talents in DVW wage war for this title. They have proved themselves through their ability and their drive.”</p><p> </p><p>

Hansen takes a beat, looking around. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following elimination match is for the Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling Main Attraction Championship!”</p><p> </p><p>

A generic sounding rock song hits and Elliot Thomas is the first man out, still dressed in his workout gear. He works the crowd before coming face to face with Jon Hansen in the ring. Hansen extends a hand - for “good luck” he says, although we can hardly hear him - and after a long pause, Thomas takes it and shakes.</p><p> </p><p>

El Hijo del Zonk is the next one out, alone, without his clowns. He slowly makes his way to the ring, basking in the adoration of a crowd only he can hear. His ridiculous cloak trails behind him. In the ring, Zonk takes Hansen’s hand without hesitation, although he looks annoyed when Hansen doesn’t kiss it. ‘Shooter’ Sean Deeley is next, with Streetz at his side, whispering in his ear as they go. He still wears the flannel shirt, but overtop of more wrestling gear. He tosses the shirt into the crowd before posing dramatically on the turnbuckle.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i.imgur.com/RRBLV2y.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/hCXraqq.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/kqwLpAG.jpg</span><span>http://i.imgur.com/4wi32AS.jpg</span> W/ <span>http://i.imgur.com/6Noifkn.jpg</span><p>

<span style="font-size:12px;"><strong>Elliot Thomas vs El Hijo del Zonk vs Sean Deeley w/ Streetz</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:12px;"><strong>

Elimination Match for the DVW Main Attraction Belt</strong></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

As the match starts, Curran and Lee confirm on commentary that as this is the final, the match will be fought under elimination rules. “Appropriate,” Lee decides, “as that will make it essentially the last man standing will become champion.”</p><p>

The match starts with a slow feeling out phase, but quickly picks up the pace. All three men have their chances to shine. Deeley shows off his smooth technical skills and impressive strength. Thomas is willing to fly. Zonk is a great brawler and takes whatever dirty shortcuts he can. Deeley, however, looks especially good, carrying a lot of the load and has impressive sequences with both Zonk and Thomas.</p><p>

As we near the 20 minute mark, no eliminations have occurred, although their have been plenty of nearfalls. While Zonk is out of the ring, Deeley comes out the loser in an exchange with Thomas. A few kicks drops the bigger man. Tired, Thomas ascends the turnbuckles, looking for his moonsault finisher. He takes too long and Deeley recovers, throwing him off. Before he can capitalize, Zonk is back in the ring. Deeley and Zonk throw some haymakers, until Deeley looks to get Zonk into his armbar submission. The clown fights wildly and manages to escape, sliding to the outside and safety. Deeley stays in the ring, taunting and daring him to get back in. Suddenly, Thomas grabs Deeley from behind, rolling him in a quick school boy. 1, 2, 3. <strong>Sean Deeley is eliminated!</strong></p><p>

Deeley is shocked. Thomas is a little surprised himself, quickly backing into a corner to catch his breath. Zonk, now supremely confident, comes back into the ring to taunt Deeley. The ref tries to lead him away, but Deeley pushes past him, grabs Zonk from behind and hits a massive release exploder suplex. The luchador bounces across the ring. Deeley stalks over to Thomas, grabbing him and hitting another release suplex. Damage done, Sean finally leaves the ring to the pleading of the ref and Streetz.</p><p>

Zonk and Thomas are left, but both men are down. Thomas is the first one to his feet. He sees Zonk struggling to get up and bolts over, hitting a gorgeous step up enziguri. He covers the clown. 1, 2, NO!</p><p>

Frustrated, Thomas pulls Zonk up, only for the clown to hit a low blow and regain control. The match goes back and forth, both men hitting big moves but not being able to get the other down for more than a two count. Zonk manages to get Thomas in position for the Zonk Bomb (powerbomb). He lifts him up and Thomas drills him with a right, before arching back, countering the Zonk Bomb into a hurricanrana. Thomas scrambles to the turnbuckle as the crowd cheers. Quiet Down Moonsault! 1, 2, 3!</p><p>

<strong>Elliot Thomas defeats El Hijo del Zonk and Sean Deeley. Rating: 75</strong></p><p><strong>

Elliot Thomas becomes DVW Main Attraction Champion.</strong></p><p>

</p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

An exhausted Elliot Thomas falls to the mat as the ref tries to raise his hand in victory. Hansen is in the ring. Thomas stares at the big man warily, but Hansen just offers him the belt. Thomas grabs it, hugging it close. The ref raises his hand again. Thomas staggers to the turnbuckle and waves the belt high as the crowd cheers. Behind him, Hansen applauds.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

<span style="font-size:14px;">Show Rating: 70</span></p>

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