[As Virginia celebrates the victory, with Erica's shredded gown in her hands, 
Erica wastes no time in leaving the ring and returning with a steel chair. 
Though blushing deeply red at her exposure, Erica doesn't hesitate a bit in 
clobbering Virginia from behind with the chair. Virginia doesn't go down on the
first hit... but Erica hits her again, and again, and twice more after that, 
until the fifth chair shot finally takes her down. Even Erica's soft, slender
arms are capable of making a steel chair a potent weapon.]

       L.E. Whitmore:  You... Amazonian lesbian witch!! How DARE you lay your
hands on me!! You've stripped my gown from me... you've physically assaulted me
for the past several minutes... and you thought you were going to get away with
it, too... by God... I'll show you what you're going to get for your troubles.

[With ugly bruises beginning to show all across her body, Erica drives another
chair shot into the back of Virginia's head as she starts to stir, then rips
Virginia's gown completely off. Erica kneels over Virginia's fallen body and 
unhooks her bra, then grabs her by the back of the hair and begins to lift her
off of the mat. The bra, by the looks of things, will be staying on the mat. In
spite (or perhaps because) of Virginia's popularity with the fans, the crowd is
solidly behind this latest action from Erica.]

Before the decency standards of VCW television can be pushed to an all-time 
low, Lance Errington comes out of the backstage area, hurrying to the ring.]

       L. Errington:  Erica... it's not necessary for you to do this. Do you 
really want to lower yourself so much as to expose her on television?

[The crowd boos, and Erica gives Lance a puzzled look; this is somewhat out of
character for him.]

       L.E. Whitmore:  After all that they've done to us, it's only fitting 
that I take a little revenge on this musclebound whore, Lance.

       L. Errington:  No, no, Erica... that's not how you take revenge. That's
a low, base method of revenge that's as degrading to the person doing it as it
is to the person receiving it. Do you see me trying to take Johnny or Marty's
pants down?

       L.E. Whitmore:  No, but...

       L. Errington:  Erica... my silly little silkworm... that's not how you
take revenge...

[Lance Errington grabs the chair and gives it a piledriver right onto the back 
of Virginia's knee; she lurches, twists, and holds the knee, giving the camera
a brief glimpse of her breasts in the process, thereby accomplishing both goals
at once. The crowd is torn between booing the attack and cheering for the brief
flashes of forbidden skin.]

       L. Errington:  THAT, my darling, is how you take revenge.

[Lance Errington puts his ring robe over Lady Erica Whitmore's shoulders and 
walks backstage with her as the H.A.R.P. Squad quickly enters the ring to see 
to Virginia's modesty and well-being.]

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, 09-09-1999