["Helter Skelter" by the Beatles plays over the arena sound system, and the 
crowd cheers as Jacob Idol comes to the ring. Once inside the ring, he grabs 
a microphone.]

	J. Idol:  In a few minutes, I'm supposed to wrestle Lance Errington, 
but first, I have a few things to say.
	Last week, one of my fellow Technicians, Owen Addison, said that we 
weren't getting anything done, and that we weren't winning enough matches. I 
couldn't agree more... but in case he doesn't remember, I'm the one who 
tried to tell him that it might not be a good idea. We were brought together 
by practicality, not by choice, and we only work together when it's 
convenient. We're not acting like a real unit, we're acting like four 
seperate wrestlers. And that's what it should be.
	That's why, as of right now, since I'm the leader of the Technicians, 
I'm disbanding the group. That's not to say we won't stick up for each other 
when we have to, but I don't want all of us to be dragged down while trying 
to hold the team up. We were better on our own, and we'll continue to be 
better on our own, with every man fighting his own battles. So, Tim, Owen, 
Paul... we had a few great moments working together, but now, I think it's 
time for each of us to do whatever he thinks he has to.

[The crowd has a mixed response to this announcement... but the response 
turns entirely to boos as "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple plays over the 
arena sound system, and Lance Errington steps out of the backstage area, 
along with Lady Erica Whitmore. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone.]

	L. Errington:  You know, Idol, that was a really touching speech you 
just made about the Technicians breaking up... it almost made me give a damn 
about it. But there's one thing I have to ask you for... and it's not a spot 
in the Technicians. It's not just a spot. It's not a grease spot, like 
you're going to be on the mat, it's not a ten-spot, or even the Seven-Up 
Spot... I don't want just any spot... I want... your spot!!

[The crowd responds with a mixture of boos and laughter, with the boos being 
more numerous than the laughter.]

	J. Idol:  Listen, you can laugh all you want, but I never wanted the 
Technicians to be a permanent unit. And I know we had our problems with the 
Golden Society, but--

	L. Errington:  Will you just shut up? Listen, little man, nobody cares 
what you have to say, so quit coming out here acting like they do. You're 
here for one reason, and that's so you can lose to Lance Errington tonight. 
Now you've had your speaking time, you made your point, and it's time for 
you to take your place, laying flat on your back like a whore, and fall in 
place as the next victim that the establishment decided to throw under the 
wheels of the speeding locomotive that is my career. 
	It's time for somebody to write you a reality check. You're trying to 
tell me you don't have a problem with me!? Well, tonight, they put me in the 
ring with you instead of the VCW World Champion, and that means I have a 
problem with YOU. So you can shut your mouth now, because all that's left is 
for me to defy the odds and climb to the top of VCW on a mountain made of 
the dead bodies of losers like you.

[Lance Errington tosses the microphone aside and slaps Jacob Idol across the 
face. Jacob Idol rushes him and begins brawling with him, as a referee 
enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match.]

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