Author's Note: Here is a retelling of the Helluva Boss series featuring my OC, a luchadora named Destiny Destroyer. This prologue will feature how she joined the Immediate Murder Professionals before we move onto the next chapters which will showcase her involvement in canon episodes. Once we're caught up with the series, I'll use original story ideas.
Something you'll have to know in the future is that in the canon episode chapters, I will only be using scenes for my OC to get involved in.
I know this story is rated M, but I will not be using any hardcore swears. I will use words like "damn" or "bitch". But I will not use the P-word, the hardcore C-word, and especially not the F-word. I know it's not Helluva Boss without them, but I'm not that kind of writer.
Any and all comments are welcome.
The room turned silent for a minute until the spotlight shined on the center of a red wrestling ring with black ropes and black posts. At the center of the ring was a skinny, red imp with a circus outfit. His name was Wally Wackford, and he was making his announcement on the microphone.
"I say, I say, welcome, demons and gentlespawn, to one of the greatest wrestling events in all of Hell!"
The lights turned on revealing the audience, which consisted of demons and hellbeasts of every shape and size. They cheered and roared in anticipation for the upcoming event.
"Tonight's event—I say, I say—Tonight's event will feature a match unlike any that you've all seen before! Introducing first, the demoness with a passion for battle and an unquenchable thirst for combat! Here she is… Destiny Destroyer!"
A woman in a green-and-red, sleeveless wrestling outfit landed from above and landed in the ring showing off her beautiful and athletic physique. She had a green mask with red markings worn on top of her head along with red skin flexing her toned biceps to the adoring crowd. Her costume and mask matched her wristbands and her ankle-high boots. Lastly, she had a pair of short, black horns sticking out of the sides of her mask. The cheers meant she was a clear crowd favorite. She then rested in the corner while Wally announced her opponent.
"And introducing—I say, I say—Introducing her opponent, the sneakiest snake that ever set tail in the squared circle, here is… Lamia Hysteria!"
Also from above was a creature with the upper body of a woman, but her skin and bottom half of her body was that of a green snake. She had a dark-green sports bra with yellow outlines that matched her snake eyes. Still, she was beautiful with her black hair flowing. She hissed at the crowd before heading to her corner.
"All right, ladies! You both—I say—You both know the rules… WIN! LET'S BEGIN!" He signaled for the bell to ring.
DING-DING!
Destiny Destroyer wasted no time in charging after Lamia Hysteria at full speed. She tackled her to the mat and started to rain down a flurry of punches and strikes to her face.
"You're supposed to be a challenger!" Destiny mocked with a Spanish accent. "I've faced better mannequins!"
Destiny was caught by surprise when Lamia's tail wrapped itself around her neck from behind. Lamia swung her tail crashing Destiny to the ground, but she didn't let go. She swung Destiny down again and again before holding her up to her.
"Bet you never saw a mannequin do that, did you, bitch?" Lamia asked before wrapping her arms around Destiny. She squeezed her arms and body with her arms while also squeezing her neck with her tail. Lamia licked her lips enjoying the advantage she was having over the fan-favorite.
Destiny grunted and choked at the hold she was in. She was just about to pass out when suddenly and out of instinct, she sank her teeth into Lamia's tail. The snake woman screamed releasing her opponent. Destiny coughed out getting her breath back before grabbing onto Lamia's tail. She then raised her up to slam her down before doing it again just like how Lamia did it to her a minute ago. Destiny then swung Lamia around with a giant swing. When she let go, she sent Lamia launching into the corner where her back hit the turnbuckles.
Before Lamia could regain her stance, Destiny charged at her in the corner and rammed her knee right into her stomach. She then grabbed Lamia in a side headlock and crashed her down onto the mat in a bulldog. Destiny gave a wicked grin deciding to end it. She turned Lamia onto her back before climbing to the top of the nearest corner. She roared to the cheering crowd before turning to Lamia. She patted her right elbow three times and then jumped off. She dropped down landing her elbow right onto Lamia's collar. A shattering sound was heard and all the demons cheered at the move.
"THE DREAM DECAPITATOR!" everyone praised loudly.
Destiny Destroyer then covered Lamia's human-like body. While she laid on top of her, Wally Wackford counted while slamming her hand on the mat.
"1… I say 2… I say 3!"
DING-DING!
The crowd cheered their loudest of the night when Destiny Destroyer won. She stood high above, raised her fist high, and let Wally commentate.
"OUR WINNER—I SAY, I SAY—OUR WINNER, DESTINY DESTROYER! ANOTHER FANTASTIC MATCH!"
Destiny left Lamia Hysteria in the ring as she left the arena and headed backstage. She returned to her locker room where a rat demon with gray fur and a black jacket and fedora waited for her.
"Well done, Double-D."
"You know, Skawr, that nickname is so wrong when you say it." Destiny said sitting down. She took a good sip of water.
"But I'm your agent. Why can't I give you a cute nickname?"
"A, because I'm not cute. And B, we're not amigos. Just go and collect our winnings."
Skawr shook his head. "Geez, you try to be friendly…" He left the locker room leaving Destiny Destroyer to her thoughts.
"Another match won and gone. Still though, I'm likely to forget it in the near future. I need some kind of new change. I can't limit myself to just one fight a week. I was born and bred for battling perras from any of the Nine Circles. Yet, I can't seem to remember who it is I faced last week. I need something fresh, something special, something exciting. But where can I find something like that?"
Destiny saw a TV and decided to watch something. She picked up a remote and turned it on. And right as she did, a certain commercial started and it got her attention.
A red-and-white imp that was tall for his species came onto the screen with his black jacket on. "Hi, I'm Blitzo (the O is silent) and I am the proud founder of I.M.P. Are you a piece of shit that got yourself sent to Hell or are you an innocent soul that got EFFED over by someone else?"
The screen then changed to a large, gray demon in an Ohio shirt. At the corner of the screen, Blitzo held a cardboard sign that read "some guy who hired us" while the large demon gave his review.
"After lovingly killing my wife for EFFING THE DELIVERY MAN, you can imagine my surprise when I wound up here after the state of Ohio killed me! I really wish I could stick it to that YAPPY JOGGER who saw me hiding the body!"
The scene on the screen changed back to Blitzo who stood beside a demon spell circle drawn up by two other imps. He opened a large book in his hand and waved his fingers to open up a hellish portal where the circle was.
"Well, luckily for you, thanks to our company's special access to the living world, we can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive!"
What came next was an earworm of a jingle followed by a strange scene about a kid who was shot on accident by the imp assassins and them failing to save him since they couldn't provide the hospital staff with insurance. But none of that mattered because Destiny Destroyer was already captivated by the specialty of the Immediate Murder Professionals. She drew herself closer to the commercial with her eyes lighting up as if she was seeing the meaning of life.
"An assassin company that goes to the living world and kills whoever they are told to without consequences? And that would include human bitches for me to tussle with? This is ironic considering where I am, but my prayers have been answered."
The next day, Destiny Destroyer had made her way to I.M.P. headquarters. She had on a pair of black sweatpants with red striped down their sides. There was also a jacket hoodie of the same color design that she wore. Oddly enough, she still had on her wrestling mask.
When Destiny finally made it to their office, the first thing she noticed were the two imps that were with Blitzo in the commercial. The female imp was one with black, messy hair and a black, skintight outfit with some tears in it. The male imp had white hair and a nice suit. She admired him as he disassembled a gun quickly and just as quickly reassembled it.
"How much time was that, Millie?" the male imp asked.
"Five seconds, Moxxie. Nice work. I…" The female imp named Millie stopped when she noticed Destiny there. Moxxie looked as well.
"Oh, hello. What can we do for you?"
"Hola." Destiny greeted. "I'm…"
"Destiny Destroyer!" Millie cheered quickly darting over to shake the wrestler's hand. "Hi! I'm Millie! I'm a fan!"
"Well, gracias." Destiny said. "And the other guy…"
"This here is my husband, Moxxie." Millie introduced.
"Uh, hey." Moxxie said. "It's not often we get a celebrity in our office."
"Well, you'll be seeing a lot more of me if all goes well." Destiny said. "I'd like to speak to your jefe."
"You mean our boss?" Moxxie asked. "Well, you'll find him in his personal office behind the hellhound." Moxxie pointed at the far side of the room where a white-and-gray hellhound sat in a desk with her feet prompted up. She had on a set of goth clothes and had her red eyes glued to her phone. "That's Loona, the boss' adopted daughter and receptionist."
"Okay then." Destiny said. She walked from the couple and approached the hellhound. "I'm here to see Blitzo."
"You here to kill him?" Loona asked.
"No."
"Dammit. Fine. Head on in or whatever."
Destiny shrugged before heading into the office. She stepped in to find the head imp in charge on his phone. She could hear a sultry, yet regal voice coming from it.
"Look, Stolas," Blitzo said, "I've got someone in my office right now, so let's take a rain check."
"Hopefully, we'll be in very, very close contact soon." The other voice said from the other end of the call. "I can't wait to have your **** in my **** while…" Blitzo immediately stopped it by hanging up.
"God dammit, that's got to be the most perverted owl in Hell." Blitzo muttered to himself before facing Destiny. "Hey, bitch. So who would you like me to off?"
"I'm not a client. My name is Destiny Destroyer. The wrestler. I'm actually here to apply for a job."
Blitzo grew a curious look. "What?"
"Si. You heard me. I saw your commercial the other day and I'd like to join your company."
"Don't you already have a job?" Blitzo asked.
"I do, but I only work one night a week. So I wouldn't be available on Fridays for future reference."
"Why would you want to work here?"
"Well, I really enjoy fighting other women. I used to be a living person you know. And just like today, I was a wrestler. I used to be the nastiest luchadora in Mexico. I pulled off the most underhanded and sinister fouls. After I died in an accident, I continued my work down here. But as fun as my job is, it's starting to feel like I was in a rut. I need something fresh, so when I heard that you guys can kill humans, I figured this is just the break I need. I can work one night to be a wrestler here in Hell, and for the rest of the week, I can kill people with you… as long as they're women. I don't do intergender matches."
"Rrrrright." Blitzo said slightly unimpressed. "And why should we hire you?"
Destiny needed a good answer. Thankfully, one came to mind that made her confident. She smiled and answered, "What? You're saying you don't want to see me in a hot catfight with a human chick?"
All of a sudden, Blitzo raced out of the office in just one second. He addressed everyone with a proud smile on his face. "Guys, we've got a new employee!"
"Really?" Millie asked excitedly. "Destiny Destroyer is joining I.M.P.?"
"Wow. Okay, sure." Moxxie said. "Welcome to the team, Ms. Destroyer."
"Just keep her away from my things and no one will get hurt." Loona said before glaring at Moxxie. "Remember that the chubby ones go first."
"Why does she always call me fat?" Moxxie asked sadly.
Destiny chuckled. She finally made it. She was now a pro wrestler that worked as an assassin.