We're back, with the third and final portion of Deck the Halls 2000!! And we're getting straight to the action... next up is the match pitting David Wright Hubbard against Lance Errington... and we understand that at the requests of both men, this has been made into a street fight, with no disqualifications or countouts. That ups the stakes considerably, and it's looking like one or both of them may end up getting seriously hurt here.

"Can You Take Me Higher" by Creed is playing now, and here comes Lance Errington, as the crowd begins booing. He comes to the ring and poses for the crowd, getting more boos as a reply, then grabs a microphone. One would think that the time for talk is over, and this is the time for action...

L. Errington: David Wright Hubbard, your road to Wrestlewar ends tonight, because there's an insurmountable roadblock standing in your way. You won't be able to maliciously attack any more women ever again, let alone wrestle for the VCW World Title, after I'm done with you, you wife-beating, cold-blooded son of a bitch. And after tonight, Erica will finally--

Hold on, "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just started playing, and Lance Errington just got cut off! David Wright Hubbard's stepping out of the backstage area... and Michelle's with him! The last time we saw her, she had her top ripped off by Rebecca Black at Wrestlewar... but now she's at his side, and he has a microphone!

D.W. Hubbard: Lance, you stupid son of a bitch, I figured that if you've got anything to say to my wife, you can say it to my face. Now I'm already gonna kick your ass, and there ain't a damn thing on heaven or earth that can change that, because it's just a fact of life. But if you don't shut the hell up, I can't promise that I can hold the old battle-axe here back and keep her from kicking your ass too.

The crowd cheers, and now Michelle Hubbard's taking the microphone, staring down the aisle at Lance Errington.

M. Hubbard: I'm just out here to watch your match and smile while my husband beats your ass, kid, but let me tell you something. You better learn to check your mouth and mind your business, or else I'm liable to get myself a little piece of your ass too. You got that?

L. Errington: I see how this is. Now that the match is no-DQ, you're bringing in your wife because you can't beat me alone. Well, that's fine... as far as I'm concerned, it should be a handicap match... because I'll just beat both of you within an inch of your lives! Get in here, and I'll cripple both of you rednecks!

David Wright Hubbard needs no further invitation... he charges the ring and begins brawling with Lance Errington! Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, but he won't be needed for much here... this is a street fight, with no disqualification and no countout, and neither one of these guys seems too interested in getting a pin! This fight is on!

Street Fight:

David Wright Hubbard
w/Michelle Hubbard

vs.

Lance Errington

They open up by trading punches, and David Wright Hubbard quickly takes the advantage here, knocking Lance Errington off his feet. He whips him into the turnbuckle, and Lance Errington staggers out... right into a massive kick to the head! Lance Errington goes down, and David Wright Hubbard throws him out of the ring, then goes out after him. Let the brawling begin! David Wright Hubbard grabs Lance by the back of his hair and introduces him head-first into the apron, the ringpost, the ringsteps, and the announcers' table. Lance Errington staggers around ringside a little, trying to regain some composure, but David Wright Hubbard isn't letting up at all... he whips him into the guardrail, then begins drilling him repeatedly with punches. Lance Errington slumps to the floor, and David Wright Hubbard keeps up the offense, stomping away at him repeatedly!

David Wright Hubbard turns around, and he's going to the timekeeper's table and stealing his chair! Lance Errington is getting up... and David Wright Hubbard nails him with the chair, right in the head! Lance Errington collapses to the floor, but David Wright Hubbard picks him up and leans him against the guardrail... then hits him with the chair again! Lance Errington may be out cold already; David Wright Hubbard has been beating the hell out of him since the beginning of this match!

David Wright Hubbard rolls Lance Errington back into the ring, then stomps at his gut a few more times as he lies motionless on the mat. David Wright Hubbard picks Lance up into a standing headscissors, and muscles him up into position for a crucifix power bomb, and he starts running! But Lance Errington slips out through the back... David Wright Hubbard stops and turns around, and Lance Errington dropkicks him in the recently-injured knee! David Wright Hubbard goes down, clutching his knee, and Lance Errington sits up, already looking like his confidence is shaken. But upon looking at David Wright Hubbard down, clutching his knee, he seems to become a little more courageous.

David Wright Hubbard begins to get up, but Lance Errington lashes out and nails him with a swift kick to the knee. David Wright Hubbard doubles over in pain, and Lance Errington grabs him and takes him down in a vertical suplex! He immediately floats over to the knee, stomping away at it, then drops an elbow across it as well. Now Lance Errington grabs the leg... and he's applying a figure-four leglock! Lance Errington has a figure-four leglock applied to David Wright Hubbard, and he's grimacing in pain as he struggles against the hold. He grabs the ropes... but that doesn't mean a thing here, because this is a no-disqualification street fight! David Wright Hubbard has the ropes, but Lance Errington doesn't have to break the hold! David Wright Hubbard's still struggling, trying to escape the hold... Michelle Hubbard, true to her word, is just standing back and watching with a concerned look on her face. But now David Wright Hubbard's using the ropes for leverage as he tries to turn the hold over... and it's working! David Wright Hubbard just turned the figure-four leglock over, and now Lance is forced to release it or suffer the effects himself!

Lance Errington gets up, and so does David Wright Hubbard, a little slowly... but Lance Errington runs at him with a kneelift, knocking him out of the ring through the ropes. David Wright Hubbard begins pulling himself up on the outside of the ring... and Lance runs forward and dives out onto him with a plancha!! David Wright Hubbard goes down, and Lance Errington crawls on top of him and starts raining down blows from his fists on his face! Now Lance Errington's grabbing the chair that was just used on him a few seconds ago... and he brings it down on David Wright Hubbard's leg! He's doing it again and again, destroying his knee... and Michelle Hubbard's just standing back and watching this!

Now Lance is rolling him into the ring, and he pulls his legs out, one on each side of the ringpost... he's executing a figure-four leglock around the ringpost, Bret Hart-style! And this is a legal move in this street fight, because there are no disqualifications! Jerry Rogers is asking David Wright Hubbard for a submission, but David Wright Hubbard is refusing to get up. How in the hell can he escape this hold, though!? It looks like Lance doesn't have it on very well, and is slowly losing his grip... and he falls down off of David Wright Hubbard's legs. But damage was still done... David Wright Hubbard remains in the ring, clutching at his knee. Michelle Hubbard stands staring, with concern etched across her face... and Lance Errington turns and blows her a kiss before reentering the ring, obviously enjoying every minute of this.

Lance Errington pulls David Wright Hubbard up in the ring, and he takes him down with an Ace Crusher. That might be it right there, but Lance isn't going for the pin... he's grabbing the legs, and he's going to try for the Scorpion Deathlock... but David Wright Hubbard uses his good leg to kick him backwards into the corner! Lance Errington goes back-first into the turnbuckle, and staggers forward... and David Wright Hubbard brings the good leg up and thrusts his foot right into his groin! Lance Errington doubles over, and David Wright Hubbard's pulling himself to his feet! He's standing slowly and cautiously, but he's back up! Lance Errington straightens up and goes for a punch... and David Wright Hubbard blocks it, returning fire with one of his own, knocking Lance Errington off of his feet!

David Wright Hubbard picks Lance Errington up and throws him into the corner, then begins pounding away at him with a series of punches to the face. He whips him across the ring to the other turnbuckle, and Lance staggers out... and David Wright Hubbard manages a hobbling run forward and jumps into the air to take him down with a jumping clothesline! Lance goes down, and David Wright Hubbard rubs at his knee, then stands up and begins stomping away at Lance Errington's body. He picks him up and tosses him out of the ring, then follows him outside, still limping severely.

Lance Errington begins to get up, but David Wright Hubbard takes him head-first into the ringpost, knocking him down. And now he grabs the ring bell off of the timekeeper's table! Lance Errington begins to pull himself off of the floor... and David Wright Hubbard nails him right in the face with the ring bell! Lance Errington goes down, his forehead busted wide open, and David Wright Hubbard doesn't hesitate a second before going down and driving the edge of the ring bell into his ribs repeatedly. Lance Errington curls up on the floor, and now David Wright Hubbard's going under the ring... and he's got a table! The crowd pops as he pulls out the table and sets it up next to the apron, then tosses Lance Errington up on the apron, and climbs up, somewhat slowly, to the top turnbuckle. Lance Errington pulls himself up slowly, holding his bloody head in his hands... and David Wright Hubbard comes off the top with the Flying Cross Bodypress, knocking him off the apron and through the table below, drawing a loud chant of "VCW!" from the crowd! Lance Errington is laid out, bleeding profusely amidst the wreckage of the table, and David Wright Hubbard is pulling himself up... and he just yelled "I AIN'T DONE YET!" to the crowd, getting a huge pop in reply!

David Wright Hubbard pulls the dead weight of Lance Errington's body out of the wreckage of the table, and he puts him in a standing headscissors, facing the ramp. He picks him up... POWER BOMB ON THE STEEL!! Lance Errington's skull just bounced sickeningly on the steel ramp, and if he wasn't out cold before, he probably is now. But David Wright Hubbard still isn't done yet... he kneels over him and begins beating the hell out of him with a series of brutal punches! Lance Errington is too lifeless to even register the effect of those blows now, however... and David Wright Hubbard just picks him up across his shoulders and starts carrying him back to the ring.

David Wright Hubbard rolls Lance Errington into the ring, and now he's coming in after him. Lance is starting to stir, but David Wright Hubbard's grabbing his legs... he's going for a scorpion deathlock! What better way to finish beating the living daylights out of Lance Errington than to finish him with his own move!? But Lance still has some life left in him yet, and he kicks him away somehow! David Wright Hubbard smiles, almost like he's glad that there's more left of Lance Errington to destroy, and he grabs him by the hair and begins to haul him up... but Lance Errington hits him with a low blow! David Wright Hubbard doubles over, and now Lance Errington takes him down with an Ace Crusher! And for the first time in this match, a pin attempt is being made... Lance Errington's going for the cover! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half!

David Wright Hubbard's still down in the ring, but Lance Errington's rolling away to the outside... and walking up the aisle!? He motions dismissively to the ring, as if to indicate that he's had enough, and he's walking away, as the crowd erupts into deafening boos. Michelle Hubbard steps in front of him, saying something to him, no doubt trying to tell him to get back in there and finish the match... and Lance Errington just hauled off and punched her in the face!! But she just punched him back! Lance Errington is getting into a fist-fight with David Wright Hubbard's wife in the middle of the aisle! She whips him towards the apron... but he reverses it, and she crashes back-first into the ring apron! Now he's grabbing her by the hair... he drags her onto the ramp again... and gives her a piledriver on the steel!! And he was talking about David Wright Hubbard being a sick woman-hater!? What the hell did Michelle Hubbard ever do to him!?

Lance Errington grabs her by the hair, and now he's hauling her to the top of the ramp... he sets her down at the top of the ramp, and reaches into his tights. He's pulling something out... it looks like a match and some kind of white material... Michelle Hubbard gets up, and turns to Lance Errington... and HOLY SHIT, he just ignited that material and threw a fireball into her face!! Michelle Hubbard goes down, clutching her face... and Lance Errington grabs her in a standing headscissors! David Wright Hubbard just got up in the ring, and he's looking out at the scene at the top of the ramp incredulously... and Lance Errington gives him the finger, then picks Michelle up... and POWER BOMBS HER OFF THE TOP OF THE RAMP!! And now he's turning to David Wright Hubbard with a smile on his blood-covered face!! That sick son of a bitch!! What the hell is wrong with him!?

The crowd is booing loudly, and starting a huge "WHOOP HIS ASS!" chant, but David Wright Hubbard doesn't look like he needs any added motivation... he's red in the face and visibly shaking... and he rolls out of the ring and begins charging down the ramp, limping as fast as he can on his bad knee!! But a gloved hand just reached out from behind the curtain, and it's handing Lance Errington a pipe wrench! Lance Errington takes the pipe wrench as David Wright Hubbard closes in on him, and nails him right between the eyes with it! David Wright Hubbard goes down on top of the ramp, knocked out and busted open, and Lance Errington gives him a couple shots to the kneecap with the pipe wrench as well! He really is going to live up to his pre-match promise to cripple both of them! But who in the hell handed him the wrench to begin with!?

Now he's picking David Wright Hubbard up, and hauling him back to the ring... and he rolls him inside. David Wright Hubbard's face is covered in blood, as is Lance Errington's, and he's still not moving. Lance Errington grabs his legs and hooks him... he's putting on the Scorpion Deathlock!! David Wright Hubbard is motionless in the ring... come on, Jerry Rogers, just stop this match... but he's checking David Wright Hubbard's arm first. He lifts it once... it falls. He lifts it twice... this is really pointless, and the arm falls again. He lifts it a third time... and it stays up!! David Wright Hubbard's eyes just flashed open! His face contorts, and his mouth opens in a silent snarl of pain... but he's still in it! He's crawling forward with all of his strength... struggling towards the ropes... and he makes it!! But Lance Errington doesn't have to relinquish the hold! There are no rope breaks in this match!

Jerry Rogers asks him if he's ready to give up, and David Wright Hubbard bellows "NO!" at the top of his lungs... but what can he do!! Wait, he's planting his arms on the mat... he's pushing up... does even he have the strength to do this!? Every muscle in his upper body is straining and bulging... his face is red even in the few places where blood isn't streaming down it... but he's going up!! Lance Errington can't believe it... he's desperately clinching the hold tighter, and leaning into it... but David Wright Hubbard continues to push up... and he makes it all the way, and throws Lance Errington off behind him!

David Wright Hubbard pulls himself up, looking as though he's totally possessed by pain and rage... and Lance Errington looks like a baby mouse in a tarantula cage. He runs forward and kicks him in the knee... but David Wright Hubbard just smiles in a twisted, pained sort of way... and Lance Errington's backing off! He throws a punch in desperation... but David Wright Hubbard blocks it, and whips him into the ropes! Lance Errington comes off the ropes... and David Wright Hubbard turns him inside out with a lariat! Lance Errington is a twisted, wrecked, bloody heap on the mat, but David Wright Hubbard's picking him up... POWER BOMB!! He just drilled Lance Errington into the mat with a power bomb!! And he's picking him up... and doing it again!! But he's still not done... he picks him up... and gives him another power bomb!! Lance Errington has to be completely out of it by now, but David Wright Hubbard doesn't seem to care... he picks him up and power bombs him again!! And now he's hauling him up... he sets him on the turnbuckle and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle with obvious difficulty due to what must be unbearable pain in his knee... and he's on top! He muscles Lance Errington up... and gives him a power bomb off the top rope!! Lance Errington folds up like an envelope in the middle of the ring, and David Wright Hubbard drags himself across his body! Jerry Rogers is down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! Thank God, the brutality is finally over!

Street Fight:
David Wright Hubbard pinned Lance Errington after a top-rope power bomb in 0:21:14.
Rating: ***

Good Lord... Lance Errington is destroyed in the middle of the ring, and as the inner fury leaves David Wright Hubbard, he seemingly can no longer even walk. David Wright Hubbard is technically the winner, but it would be a bit stupid to think that anybody has left this match a winner. Between what happened to Michelle Hubbard and the horrible injuries that he no doubt sustained, what price did David Wright Hubbard pay for this victory? And what price did Lance Errington pay? These two nearly killed each other here tonight. Will either of them ever be the same? Will Michelle? And who handed Lance Errington the pipe wrench that he used to attack David Wright Hubbard?

The medical crews have already taken Michelle to a hospital, and now these two are next. David Wright Hubbard's knee injury is clear and obvious... but Lance Errington just took five power bombs and several sickening blows to the head... and he's not moving at all, except for a slow rising and falling of his chest. He could have a concussion, or a broken back or neck. The best thing that these two can hope to receive for Christmas is a medical report that doesn't include some horrible, career-ending injury.

We may have two more injuries coming up, because if there are any two men who want to hurt each other as much as David Wright Hubbard and Lance Errington did, they're Falcon and Chris Champlain... and they're set to go one-on-one next. This will be a regular wrestling match, and not a street fight... but it's well known that even a regular wrestling match in VCW can turn bloody and violent fairly easy, especially where Chris Champlain is concerned.

"Stormbringer" by Deep Purple begins playing; indeed, here comes Chris Champlain, and he's wearing his black cloak again! He enters the ring as the arena lights flash like thunder, then climbs up to the top turnbuckle and throws off the cloak, posing on the top turnbuckle with his arms outstretched in a pose of victory as the crowd boos loudly. The smile on his face says it all... he's looking forward to hurting Falcon in any way he can.

Now "Shame" by Rollins Band begins playing, and Falcon comes charging out of the backstage area as the crowd cheers. He slides into the ring, and Chris Champlain begins stomping and pounding away at him. James Applebee enters the ring and calls for the bell, and we've got a match!

Chris Champlain

vs.

Falcon

Chris Champlain stomps and pounds on Falcon before he can even get up after sliding into the ring, then grabs him by the hair, pulls him to a corner, and drives his head into the turnbuckle. Falcon staggers out, but Chris Champlain grabs him and whips him back into the corner, then gives him a series of European uppercuts in the corner. Falcon slumps in the corner, then begins to stagger out again, but Chris Champlain grabs him by the hair, and nails him with a headbutt, sending him down to the mat. Chris Champlain drops down and wraps a hand around his throat, choking him... James Applebee's warning him to let go, but Chris Champlain probably couldn't care less if he was disqualified! Chris Champlain keeps the chokehold applied... and Falcon reaches up and rakes him across the face!

Chris Champlain releases the hold and clutches at his face, then takes a swing at Falcon as he gets up, but Falcon blocks it! Falcon begins hammering Chris Champlain with a series of punches, then whips him into the ropes, and nails him with an explosive dropkick when he comes off! Chris Champlain goes down, and Falcon climbs to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd with his arms raised in victory, getting a decent round of cheers. Chris Champlain starts to get up, but Falcon quickly jumps down from the turnbuckle and starts drilling him with a series of punches. Falcon whips Chris Champlain into the ropes, and runs off the opposite side, then leaps into the air and takes him down with a jumping clothesline!

Chris Champlain's rolling out of the ring, perhaps to take a breather or look for a weapon, but Falcon isn't letting up on him; he runs at him and knocks him against the guardrail with a baseball slide! Chris Champlain goes down, and Falcon picks him up by the hair and takes him head-first into the ringpost. Chris Champlain crumples to a heap on the ground, and he's busted open... but as he pulls himself up, with blood dripping from his forehead, he's smiling! Falcon drills him in the face repeatedly with another series of punches, then whips him into the guardrail... but Chris Champlain reverses it! Falcon's back slams into the guardrail hard, and he staggers forward... right into a kick to the midsection from Chris Champlain. Chris Champlain hooks Falcon... and gives him a vertical suplex right on the floor! Now he's climbing up, all the way to the top turnbuckle, as Falcon gets to his feet... and jumps down onto Falcon with a moonsault bodyblock!! Falcon goes down in a heap under Chris Champlain's!

Both men stay down for a while, and James Applebee's count reaches eight before Chris Champlain finally gets up and rolls Falcon back into the ring, then climbs to the top turnbuckle. Falcon begins to pull himself up again... but Chris Champlain comes off the top and connects with a flying spinning leg lariat to the head, sending him back down to the mat! Falcon's down, but Chris Champlain's not going for the cover... he just straddles Falcon and repeatedly punches him, beating him mercilessly for a few seconds, then gets up and pulls Falcon up by the hair. He picks Falcon up... and brings him down across his knee with a backbreaker! But he's not done yet... he picks Falcon up again, and gives him a second backbreaker! Now he's turning Falcon over, and he begins repeatedly dropping his knees into Falcon's spine! He's trying to put him in traction!

Chris Champlain picks Falcon up, and puts him down with a bodyslam, then runs into the ropes, and jumps up to spring off the second rope in an Asai moonsault bodypress! He lands on top of Falcon, but instead of trying for the pin, he just climbs on top of him and begins hammering him with more punches to the face. Chris Champlain turns Falcon over, and now he goes up to the second turnbuckle, and comes off to drive an elbow right into Falcon's spine! Falcon convulses on the mat, and Chris Champlain is smiling through his mask of blood, enjoying this entire experience. He turns him over and straddles him again, raining down still more punches to Falcon's face, which is starting to look a little swollen and bruised.

Now Chris Champlain gets up, and he's going to the top turnbuckle as Falcon begins to pull himself up... and he goes for a flying cross bodypress... but Falcon drops to the mat! Chris Champlain goes sailing over his head, and both men get up... and Falcon turns and catches Chris Champlain right in the jaw with a superkick! The crowd pops, and Chris Champlain goes down, but so does Falcon... all those punches and attacks to the back have taken their toll on him. They both stay down until the eight-count from James Applebee... Falcon gets up first, and takes the pad off of one of the turnbuckles, then grabs Chris Champlain by the hair and drags him over... and he rams his already bloody, swollen forehead into the exposed steel! Chris Champlain goes down, and Falcon crawls on top of him, drilling him in the face with repeated punches until his hands are soaked in bright red blood!!

Chris Champlain is down in the center of the ring, and Falcon picks him up... could be a backbreaker, but Falcon throws him backwards over his head in a fallaway slam, then gets up and begins dropping repeated elbows into him. Chris Champlain remains down on the mat; he's barely conscious after being rammed head-first into the turnbuckle. Now Falcon whips Chris Champlain into the ropes and catches him when he comes off, dropping him throat-first across the ropes in a Hotshot! Chris Champlain goes down, but Falcon quickly hauls him up and nails him with a swift kick to the midsection, then gives him a DDT! There's a large, bloody splotch where Chris Champlain's head connected with the mat!

But Falcon's still not done... he pulls him up into a standing headscissors... and takes him down with a piledriver! Now he's going up to the top turnbuckle... he pauses briefly to pose for the crowd... and jumps off with a flying elbowdrop! But Chris Champlain rolls out of the way, and Falcon wipes out on the mat. Both men stay down as James Applebee counts to seven, but Falcon gets up first. He grabs Chris Champlain by the hair and pulls him up, going for another DDT... but Chris Champlain nails him with a low blow! Falcon doubles over... and Chris Champlain grabs him and tosses him out of the ring!

Chris Champlain follows him to the outside, but doesn't do any sort of high-flying dive this time. He grabs a chair as Falcon begins to get up... and nails him in the head with it, sending him down to the floor. Now he grabs the chair and stands over Falcon... and drives the edge repeatedly into his back! He's still intent on breaking Falcon's spine, and at this rate he might just succeed! But as James Applebee begins warning him to stop at once, he drops the chair and rolls into the ring. Falcon's very slow to get up... his back's obviously killing him... and he barely makes it up to the apron by the count of nine. He climbs up onto the apron... but Chris Champlain runs forward and nails him with a diving shoulderblock, and Falcon flies back off of the apron to wipe out back-first against the announcers' table! His spine just bent like a spring... this time, it might not be an exaggeration to say that Falcon could literally be broken in half!!

Chris Champlain remains in the ring, a smile across his blood-covered face, as James Applebee begins counting Falcon out. But he only gets to nine, and then Falcon manages to get up and roll under the bottom rope back into the ring. Chris Champlain immediately begins stomping away at his lower back, continuing to attack him... and now he drags him to the center of the ring, and he's putting on a Boston crab! Falcon begins screaming in pain, trying to crawl to the ropes, but Chris Champlain has it on good, and he's leaning back, tightening the hold. Falcon's struggling, ignoring James Applebee as he repeatedly asks if Falcon wishes to submit, crawling towards the ropes... he's having a tough time, clawing for every inch, but he makes it. Now James Applebee is demanding that Chris Champlain break the hold, and he begins counting... but Chris Champlain actually surprisingly lets go.

Chris Champlain's dragging Falcon to the corner now, and he climbs to the top turnbuckle. He drops down and falls back, and he's giving him the Split-Legged Moonsault... but Falcon just got his knees up! Chris Champlain just landed right on Falcon's knees, and he's stunned briefly, clutching his stomach. Both men remain down for a while, and Falcon starts to get up, favoring his back. Chris Champlain's up too, and he lunges for Falcon, taking a swing at him, but Falcon blocks! Now Falcon's firing back, nailing Chris Champlain with a series of punches of his own! He gives Chris Champlain an inverted atomic drop, then runs into the ropes and springs off the middle rope... and connects with the Falconsault! Chris Champlain goes down under Falcon, and Falcon's actually hooking the legs in the first pin attempt of the match! James Applebee counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout at two and three-quarters by Chris Champlain!

Falcon gets up, and he grabs Chris Champlain by the hair... and takes him head-first into the exposed turnbuckle again! Chris Champlain is dazed, and Falcon sets him up on the top turnbuckle, then climbs up with him... he's picking him up in position for... PILEDRIVER OFF THE TOP ROPE!! Falcon just gave Chris Champlain a piledriver from the top turnbuckle, and this should be it right here! Falcon goes for the cover, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THRE... Somehow, Chris Champlain kicks out at two and nine-tenths! He's got a lot of inner fury, and he's just not staying down for anything! Falcon gets up, a little slowly as he still favors his back, and he's waiting for Chris Champlain to get up. Chris Champlain slowly manages to pull himself to his feet... SUPERKICK!! Falcon just landed a superkick right on Chris Champlain's jaw, and he's going for the cover... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THRE... NO!! Chris Champlain somehow got a shoulder up, and Falcon doesn't believe it! Falcon slowly gets up, then pulls Chris Champlain up again, and hooks him for a vertical suplex... he takes him up... FALCON ARROW!! That's it!! That HAS to be it!! Falcon covers and hooks the leg, and James Applebee counts again... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Foot on the ropes! Chris Champlain landed too near the ropes, and he somehow had his wits about him enough to drape a foot across the bottom rope!

Falcon seems to be at a loss for what to do next... Chris Champlain has survived everything in his arsenal, and he's starting to stir again! Falcon looks around for a second, frantically thinking of something else he could try to put him away... and he grabs Chris Champlain's arm. He whips him into the exposed turnbuckle... no, Chris Champlain reverses, and Falcon goes back-first into the exposed steel!! Falcon staggers forward, intense pain etched across his face... and Chris Champlain catches him with a spinebuster!! But he's holding onto his legs, and turning him over... Boston crab! Chris Champlain has the Boston crab on Falcon, and Falcon's about as far from the ropes as humanly possible! There's no way in HELL he can escape this!! He's trying, still struggling against the impossible... but who's that coming down the aisle! It's Lady Erica Whitmore!!

Lady Erica Whitmore comes down the aisle, and now she's stepping up on the apron! Chris Champlain just dropped the Boston crab, and now he's staring at her... she's standing on the apron, screaming something at him... and a smile just crossed his bloody face! He rushes forward and grabs her by the hair, and now he's reaching into his boot... and he just pulled a knife!! What the hell was Erica thinking, jumping up like this!? Chris Champlain's about to assault her again! She just put herself in harm's way... but she reaches up and gouges Chris Champlain in the eyes before he can slash her! He lets go and rubs at his eyes, then looks up... and Erica just punched him in the nose! Chris Champlain actually staggers back a step, holding his nose... and Falcon's up behind him! Falcon lifts him up from behind, in a torture rack-like position... he's not going to try a torture rack, with the condition of his back... no, he's not!! BURNING HAMMER!!! Chris Champlain just got dropped RIGHT on his head!! His neck has to be folded up like a telescope, and Falcon crawls on top of him! James Applebee's down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! Falcon wins!!

Falcon pinned Chris Champlain after a Burning Hammer in 0:19:46.
Rating: *** 1/2

Chris Champlain's obsession with Erica caused him to lose this match, and it may have caused him to sustain a serious injury after taking that Burning Hammer. He's laid out in the ring, and a stretcher is coming out for him, as Erica climbs into the ring and helps Falcon up. They hug in the middle of the ring, and Falcon rolls out of the ring and heads backstage, favoring his back, accompanied by Erica. Meanwhile, Chris Champlain is loaded onto a stretcher and carried backstage... his neck may be re-injured. If there's anyone who deserves such a horrible injury, it's Chris Champlain... but all the same, it's hard to wish something like that even on him. James Applebee replaces the turnbuckle pad, then leaves the ring.

The next upcoming match is also going to be an intense conflict, between two men who were formerly very close friends. "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie is playing now, and Tony Garcia makes his way out of the backstage area, accompanied by Rebecca Black. He's carrying the wooden axe handle, and his face shows no signs of remorse, compassion, or hesitation as he prepares to do battle with Gabriel Black. The crowd boos as he steps into the ring, awaiting this next match.

"A Letter To God" by London After Midnight begins playing, and the crowd gives a deafening response of mostly cheers as Gabriel Black comes out of the backstage area. He's walking to the ring with a purpose, but he doesn't have his usual look of cruel confidence. He seems almost regretful that he's coming to the ring for this match, but he's not wavering or hesitating in the least. Gabriel Black enters the ring and poses on one of the top turnbuckles for the crowd... and Tony Garcia grabs him from behind and pulls him down! Linda Peterson is in the ring, calling for the bell, as Tony Garcia begins to pound away on Gabriel Black!

Gabriel Black

vs.

Tony Garcia
w/Rebecca Black

Tony Garcia has Gabriel Black by the hair, and he's using the other arm to pound savagely down on his back with forearm smashes. Gabriel Black goes down to the mat, and Tony Garcia stomps away at him for several seconds, then turns to the crowd and raises his hands, bellowing triumphantly... and gets a round of boos as a reply. Gabriel Black starts to get up, but Tony Garcia sends him back down to the mat with a headbutt, then drops a massive elbow across his chest. And he's not wasting any time... he's hooking the leg and going for the pin! Linda Peterson counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... No, Gabriel Black kicks out at two! The day that anyone beats Gabriel Black in such a short time will be the day that hell freezes over!

Tony Garcia pulls Gabriel Black up by the hair and holds his throat against the ropes... he's pressing down, choking him with the ropes! Linda Peterson's counting, but Tony Garcia takes his sweet time releasing the choke, all but ignoring her warnings. He picks Gabriel Black up, and bends him across his knee with a big backbreaker! Gabriel Black's down on the ground, and Tony Garcia stands over him... and sits down on his chest! He's staying seated for the pin, and Linda Peterson counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Gabriel Black hooks his legs under Tony Garcia's arms, and flips him to his back in a sunset flip-like move, and now Tony Garcia's shoulders are on the mat! ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Tony Garcia.

Gabriel Black gets up, and so does Tony Garcia... Tony Garcia takes a swing at Gabriel, but Gabriel blocks it, and nails him with a swift kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Gabriel Black runs into the ropes, and comes off to hit a swinging neckbreaker! Tony Garcia's down, and Gabriel Black drives an elbow into him, then grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. Gabriel Black nails Tony Garcia with a series of quick punches, then whips him into the ropes... Tony Garcia comes off the ropes, right into a picture-perfect dropkick from Gabriel Black square in the chest! Tony Garcia staggers back, and Gabriel Black gets up, and puts him in a side headlock! Tony Garcia tries to pick Gabriel Black up or throw him off, but Gabriel Black grinds down on the headlock and stays anchored, and wrestles him to the mat in a side headlock! Tony Garcia struggles for a moment, then gets mad and powers his way up... he stands up, and lifts Gabriel Black up, going for a belly-to-back suplex, but Gabriel Black flips out behind him, then grabs him from behind, and takes him down in a German suplex! Gabriel Black with a German suplex on Tony Garcia, and Linda Peterson's making the count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Tony Garcia, who still has a lot left!

Tony Garcia starts to get up, but Gabriel Black drills him in the back of the neck with repeated elbowsmashes, then puts on another headlock. But he's not just holding this one... he runs forward and drops down in a bulldog, taking Tony Garcia down! Tony Garcia's flat on his face on the mat, and Gabriel Black steps out to the apron, then jumps up to the top rope and springs off to land a springboard legdrop to the back of Tony Garcia's neck! Gabriel Black picks Tony Garcia up, and takes him over with a vertical suplex, but not without some degree of difficulty. But he's floating over for the pin, and Linda Peterson's down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Tony Garcia!

Gabriel Black goes up to the top turnbuckle, and he's waiting on Tony Garcia... this could be the Destiny Hammer... but Rebecca Black jumps up on the apron and pushes him off! Linda Peterson didn't quite see that, and she's asking Rebecca Black's who's playing innocent, of course... but the end result is that Gabriel Black went down in the ring. He's getting back up, but Tony Garcia's already up and waiting on him... and he nearly takes his head off with a devestating clothesline! Gabriel Black is down, and Tony Garcia picks him up, only to bodyslam him back down to the mat. Gabriel's down, and Tony runs into the ropes, then comes off with a big splash on Gabriel Black! He hooks a leg, and Linda Peterson counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two again by Gabriel Black!

Tony Garcia picks Gabriel Black up, and whips him into the turnbuckle... and now he charges in with an avalanche! Gabriel Black gets sandwiched in the corner, and Tony Garcia follows it up with a series of knees to the gut. Gabriel starts to stagger out... but Tony Garcia grabs him and locks on a bearhug! Despite the crowd's disappointed groans for this somewhat outdated move, Tony Garcia just tightens the hold, squeezing the life out of Gabriel Black. But Gabriel Black's grabbing his face, looking for eyes... and he gouges Tony Garcia in the eyes, breaking the hold! He runs into the ropes... and Tony Garcia smashes into him with a shoulderblock, sending him down as he comes off!

Gabriel Black begins trying to get up, but Tony Garcia just smashes him down to the mat with a series of forearm smashes to the back. Gabriel Black's down on the mat, and Tony Garcia drops an elbow on his back, then grabs him by the back of the hair and pulls him to his feet. He hooks him for a DDT... but Gabriel Black grabs him and counters it with an inverted atomic drop! Tony Garcia doubles over, and now Gabriel Black's the one hooking him, and bringing him down in a DDT! Gabriel Black rolls him over, drops a leg across him, and goes for the pin... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Tony Garcia!

Tony Garcia gets up, but Gabriel Black whips him to the ropes... and blasts him with a Yakuza kick! Tony Garcia's wobbling, trying not to go down... and Gabriel Black just whips him into the ropes again, and gives him a second Yakuza kick, knocking him off his feet! Tony Garcia goes down, but he's beginning to sit up... but Gabriel Black runs off the ropes behind him, then grabs his head and catches him in a jumping neck snap! Tony Garcia goes down, but begins to get up again, holding his neck... but Gabriel Black comes from behind and gives him an atomic drop, but keeps the waistlock on, and brings him down with a German suplex! He's holding the bridge, and Linda Peterson's down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout again at two by Tony Garcia.

Gabriel Black hauls Tony Garcia up, and whips him into the turnbuckle, then charges in and nails him in the chest with a dropkick. Tony Garcia slumps in the corner a little, and Gabriel Black begins drilling him with kneelifts. Tony Garcia doubles over, and Gabriel Black quickly takes advantage with a piledriver! Tony Garcia's down, and Gabriel Black goes for the cover again, hooking the leg... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Another kickout at two by Tony Garcia. Gabriel Black looks a little frustrated at his inability to wear Tony Garcia down, and seemingly for lack of anything better he crouches over him and punches him in the face repeatedly. Many of the more devestating moves in Gabriel Black's arsenal aren't usable against a man the size of Tony Garcia, and that could be a big factor in the outcome of this match.

Gabriel Black pulls Tony Garcia up and gives him a few elbowsmashes across the back of the neck, then takes him down with a reverse neckbreaker. He's working over Tony Garcia's neck, but that neck's nearly as thick as a telephone pole, and attacks to it may be an exercise in futility. Rather than to go for the cover this time, Gabriel Black repeatedly drops elbows across Tony Garcia, then straddles him and begins punching him. It doesn't look like he knows quite what to do with Tony Garcia in this situation. Now he's pulling him up again... he's trying to a vertical suplex... but his back doesn't have the strength to lift him! Gabriel Black releases Tony Garcia, wincing in pain as he turns away and puts a hand to his back. Tony Garcia's waiting on him... Gabriel Black turns around, and Tony Garcia runs over him with a big clothesline!

Tony Garcia pauses for a moment to bask in the boos of the crowd, then turns back to Gabriel Black as he gets up and grabs him by the head, then knocks him off his feet with a massive headbutt. Tony Garcia doesn't give him Gabriel Black any respite, lifting him up with ease and casually tossing him into the corner, then drilling him with repeated body blows, followed by a series of punches to the head. Gabriel Black begins to fall out of the corner, but Tony Garcia catches him, lifts him up, and brings him down across his knee in a backbreaker. Gabriel Black's down in a world of pain, and Tony Garcia covers him! Linda Peterson makes the count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Gabriel Black's too close to the ropes, and he gets a foot on the ropes at two.

Tony Garcia gets up and steps over to the edge of the ring, stopping to consult with Rebecca Black for a few seconds, then turns his attention back to Gabriel, who's starting to get up. Tony clubs him across the back a few times with more forearms, and now he's lifting him... and he presses him above his head! Tony Garcia has Gabriel Black held high above his head... and he drops him to the mat in a Gorilla Press! Now he turns him over and bounces off the ropes... and hits a big splash! Who does he think he is, the Ultimate Warrior? Tony Garcia's hooking the leg, and Linda Peterson makes the count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Gabriel Black!

Tony Garcia gets up, stomping away at Gabriel Black a few more times... now he puts him in a standing headscissors, and hauls him up... power bomb!! Tony Garcia just power bombed Gabriel Black down to the mat, and now he covers him, hooking the leg again... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Gabriel Black kicks out at two and a half again. Tony Garcia's taking his time, as he casually stomps away at Gabriel... and now he turns him over, and sits on his back... camel clutch! Tony Garcia has the camel clutch on Gabriel Black, and he's pulling back on it with all his weight. Gabriel Black's face turns red, as he struggles and squirms, flailing his arms and legs around... and he manages to stretch a leg to the ropes. Gabriel Black has a foot on the ropes, and Tony Garcia lets go and stands up... then jumps into the air and sits down hard on Gabriel's back!

Tony Garcia gets up, and Gabriel Black begins to pull himself to his feet... but Tony Garcia stands over him, and hooks his arms... and takes him down with a tiger driver!! Gabriel Black just took a nasty tiger driver from Tony Garcia, and Tony's going for the pin... Linda Peterson's counting... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout at two and three-quarters! Tony Garcia hauls Gabriel Black up and whips him into the ropes... Gabriel Black comes off the ropes... right into a big spinebuster from Tony Garcia! But he's not done there... he picks Gabriel Black up across his shoulders, and he's going for the Torture Rack!! But Gabriel Black slips out behind him, hooking his head and chin on the way down, and fluidly takes him down in a reverse neckbreaker!

Both men stay down for a few seconds, and both are slow to get up. Tony Garcia takes a swing at Gabriel Black, but Gabriel ducks under and goes behind him, hooking him around the waist... and he takes him down with a release German suplex! Tony Garcia gets up slowly, but Gabriel Black's up first this time, and he whips Tony Garcia into the ropes... and takes him down with a Yakuza kick when he comes off! Tony Garcia's down, and Gabriel Black goes up to the top turnbuckle... he's waiting on him on the top turnbuckle... Tony Garcia gets up, and Gabriel Black comes off the top... DESTINY HAMMER!! The crowd cheers, Tony Garcia collapses to the mat, and Gabriel Black hooks a leg for the cover, as Rebecca Black screams and pounds the ring apron in frustration! Linda Peterson counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout at two and three-quarters by Tony Garcia, and Gabriel Black doesn't look happy about that!

Gabriel Black nails Tony Garcia with a few more elbowsmashes to the back of the neck, then hauls him to his feet. He steps to the side, and with some obvious difficulty due to his weakened back, he lifts Tony Garcia with a gutwrench... into position for the Destiny Driver!! Gabriel Black has Tony Garcia in position for the Destiny Driver, and if Tony Garcia doesn't make a miraculous escape, this match... and possibly his career... will be over!! But Gabriel Black's hesitating... and his face softens a little. He doesn't seem to want to give Tony Garcia the Destiny Driver... and instead he shifts his grip on him, and brings him down with a powerslam. The crowd boos, Gabriel hooks the leg, and Linda Peterson counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Tony Garcia.

Gabriel Black really doesn't seem to know what to do here. He stands over Tony Garcia's fallen body, at a loss for what to do to put him away without seriously hurting him, and Tony Garcia's starting to get up. Gabriel Black runs into the ropes, and gives him a dropkick to the knee, causing his leg to buckle under him and collapsing him to the canvas. He grabs Tony Garcia's legs, and he's applying a figure-four leglock... but with no prior setup for the hold, it's not likely he can get a submission here. Tony Garcia's struggling, but he still has a lot of strength left in his massive legs... and now Rebecca Black's up on the apron, next to the wooden axe handle! She's distracting Linda Peterson... and while Linda Peterson's not watching, she just kicked the wooden axe handle into the ring! From within the figure-four, Tony Garcia grabs the wooden axe handle, then sits up and nails Gabriel Black in the head with it!

Gabriel Black is down, and the figure-four is broken. Tony Garcia gets up with the wooden axe handle, and hauls Gabriel to his feet too. He draws back the axe handle, preparing to swing it like a baseball bat... AND HE JUST MURDERED GABRIEL BLACK!! Gabriel Black just took a massive blow square to the head with the wooden axe handle, and he crumples to the mat like a corpse, which he may very well be! Tony Garcia quickly chucks the wooden axe handle out of the ring as Linda Peterson turns around, alerted by the sickening sound of wood against bone, but she doesn't see any incriminating evidence. Gabriel Black is completely laid out... he may be seriously injured here. At least he's breathing, thank God, but he's bleeding heavily from a hideous, bloody knot on the side of his head. Tony Garcia plants a foot on his chest, but before she counts the pin, Linda Peterson's asking him what happened to Gabriel... and Tony Garcia's pantomiming a spinning elbowsmash. Linda Peterson seems to buy it... and I've got a certain bridge I'd like to sell her, but now she's counting the pin. This is academic... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!!

Tony Garcia pinned Gabriel Black after hitting him with the wooden axe handle in 0:23:36.
Rating: ** 3/4

Tony Garcia is celebrating what is undoubtably the biggest win of his career, and Rebecca Black couldn't be more thrilled... but Gabriel Black needs serious medical attention. Fortunately, Tony Garcia doesn't attack him further after the match, just pointing down at his fallen carcass and talking trash. Rebecca Black spits on his fallen body, and gives Tony Garcia a big hug... and now they're heading backstage, with the loud boos of the crowd echoing behind them, as a medical team comes out and loads Gabriel Black onto a stretcher, taking him away.

Now it's time for the main event. In just a few moments, Troy Black will defend the VCW World Title against Crimson. Here comes the special ring announcer, Skip Bizby, and he's got a microphone in hand, preparing to make the ring introductions for the participants in this match.

S. Bizby: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight the VCW World Champion puts his title and his life on the line against an unstoppable force that has steamrolled over everything in its path. Crimson has been unstoppable, destroying the greatest warriors in VCW without breaking a sweat, taking what he wants and doing what he wants with no threat of retribution. Tonight, Troy Black defends not only his title, but the very notion of justice and peace as it exists in VCW... for if he is unable to bring Crimson's rampages to a stop tonight, there may be nobody who can. So in front of the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world... ladies and gentlemen... LET'S GET READY TO GET IT ON!!!

"Walk" by Pantera hits the speakers, and the crowd erupts into an extremely loud chorus of boos as Crimson swaggers out of the backstage area, with barely-contained rage showing through the confident, unconcerned look on his face. It's clear that he can barely wait to get his hands on Troy Black after getting a taste of his own medicine last Monday.

S. Bizby: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia... he stands six feet nine inches tall, and weighs three hundred and one pounds... the man who has dominated VCW with an iron grasp since returning from a knee injury. He has developed an unchallenged reputation as an unstoppable monster, destroying everyobody in his path as part of a spree of destruction that he calls the Homicide Road Tour. But tonight, there is a chance that Homicide Road Tour may make its final stop, as he collides head-on with the reigning VCW World Champion. He is the challenger in tonight's main event match... one of the most feared men in VCW... CRRRRIMMMMMSONNNNN!!!!

Crimson walks to the ring with a purpose, steps up on the apron, and steps over the top rope into the ring. He poses for the crowd with a fist raised in the air, getting a chorus of boos... and now he turns to Skip Bizby, and grabs him by the throat!! No, don't do it!! Crimson lifts him up... CHOKESLAM!! Crimson just drove Skip Bizby into the mat, and now he grabs the microphone!

Crimson: The Homicide Road Tour ain't gonna come to a stop tonight, you little tuxedo-wearing, fancy-talking funny man. The only things coming to an end tonight are Troy Black's title reign, and Troy Black's career. So I'm taking over the ring introductions now. Get Troy out here.

"For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing, and the lights are replaced by dim silver-blue lights. Here comes Troy Black out of the backstage area, wearing the VCW World Title... he's approaching the ring, staring a hole through Crimson, but Crimson doesn't seem the least bit intimidated. He's raising the microphone...

Crimson: Introducing my opponent... he's the little midget coming to the ring to the queer little light show, the punk whose carcass I'm stripping the VCW World Title off of tonight, and the next victim of the Homicide Road Tour... the puny little piece of shit known as Troy Black.

Troy Black tosses the VCW World Title aside, and now he's climbing into the ring! Jerry Rogers is the acting referee, and he slides in to call for a bell! The match is on!!

For the VCW World Title:

Troy Black (c)

vs.

Crimson

Troy Black charges in, nailing Crimson with a series of chops and jabs to the midsection, but Crimson doesn't even seem to feel them. He grabs Troy Black and whips him into the ropes... he tries to give Troy Black a massive boot to the head, but he ducks! Crimson staggers forward, off-balance... and Troy turns around and nails him with a dropkick to the knee! Crimson absorbs it, but Troy gets up, and begins nailing him with a rapid-fire series of swift kicks to the knee. Crimson goes down to one knee... and Troy steps back and nails him with a savate kick to the face! But Crimson doesn't go down... in fact, he's pulling himself back up, and he looks angry!

Troy Black nails him with another savate kick, and Crimson staggers back, but doesn't go down. Now Troy Black whips him into the ropes, and bounces off the opposite side, then jumps at Crimson with a leaping clothesline... and Crimson doesn't go down! He staggers back and falls against the ropes, but he's still on his feet! Troy gets back up, and nails Crimson with another savate kick, rocking him back on the ropes... and now Troy Black grabs his legs and pulls up, and that sends him spilling out of the ring to the floor!

Crimson goes down on the floor, and gets up, looking positively furious, but Troy Black's running at him... and Troy Black takes a running leap to the top rope, then springs off of it and jumps onto Crimson with a massive flying clothesline, taking him down! Troy Black straddles Crimson and begins punching away at him, but Crimson's just too big and durable... he reaches up and casually tosses Troy off of himself, then gets to his feet. He's mad... and Troy Black rushes in with another dropkick to the knee, but Crimson absorbs it, then grabs Troy Black by the hair, then smashes him head-first into the apron hard! Troy Black's head bounces off of the steel ring apron, and Crimson isn't done yet... he takes him head-first into the ringpost as well! Troy Black's bleeding heavily now, but Crimson still isn't done... he picks Troy up in a Gorilla Press, and drops him throat-first across the guardrail!

Troy Black falls limply to the floor, clutching at his throat, and Crimson casually grabs him and tosses him back into the ring, then climbs in over the top rope. Troy Black starts to stand up, but Crimson knocks him down with a massive right hand. Crimson grabs Troy Black by the hair, and pulls him up... and he hooks his arms behind his head in a full nelson! And this is no resthold... Crimson hauls him up off of his feet, then begins swinging him back and forth violently! He's going to break his neck! After a few seconds of that, he lifts him up extra high... then tosses him to the mat with a full nelson slam. Troy Black's down on the mat, and Crimson bounces off the ropes... and he drops a big leg across his throat and goes for the pin! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Troy Black!

Crimson pulls Troy Black up, then picks him up effortlessly for a vertical suplex... and he's holding him up for a good long time. Perhaps ten or fifteen seconds pass before Crimson finally brings him down in the suplex. And Crimson's going for the cover... no, he's not, he's putting a hand on Troy Black's throat and choking him!! Jerry Rogers starts counting... but now Crimson is picking him up off of the mat by the throat... he's going for the Chokeslam! But Troy Black lashes out and catches Crimson with a kick to the groin before he can haul him up! Crimson doubles over, and Troy Black grabs a double handful of his hair, and gives him a jawbreaker! Crimson goes down!

Troy Black wastes no time in going up to the top turnbuckle, but Crimson's getting back to his feet. Crimson turns around, just in time to turn into a flying dropkick from Troy Black! Crimson falls down again, and Troy Black crawls across for the cover! ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Only two, and Crimson presses him high into the air, kicking out with authority! He still has a lot left! Crimson's getting up, and Troy Black gives him another swift kick to the knee, then pulls him down to the mat in a small package! Jerry Rogers stays with it and counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Crimson, who was taken somewhat by surprise! But now he's getting up again, and he's even angrier than before. Troy Black lashes out with a kick, but Crimson catches his leg!! But Troy Black jumps up and clocks Crimson in the head with an enzuigiri, taking him down!

Troy Black goes up to the top turnbuckle again, but once again Crimson is back to his feet... but he gets caught when Troy Black comes off the top with a flying clothesline, taking him down again! Troy Black goes for the pin again, and Jerry Rogers makes the count... ONE!! ... And only one, because Crimson just pressed him off again!! Crimson's getting up... Troy Black gives him another kick to the knee, but Crimson absorbs this one and lashes out with a big right hand, catching Troy in the side of the head and knocking him off his feet.

Troy Black's getting back up, but Crimson catches him and whips him into the ropes. Troy Black comes off the ropes... and Crimson gives him a massive powerslam!! He hooks the leg, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Troy Black! Crimson gets up and tosses Troy Black into the corner, then puts a boot to his throat and begins choking him with it, Kevin Nash-style. Jerry Rogers begins counting, ordering Crimson to break the hold... but when Crimson refuses after the count of five, he just starts the count over. Even with the stiff penalties for attacking a VCW referee, disqualifying Crimson in this match could be a fatal mistake for Jerry Rogers. Finally, Crimson heeds his warnings and takes his foot out of Troy Black's throat, then pulls him out and grabs him... gutwrench suplex!! Crimson takes Troy Black down with a big gutwrench suplex, and now he's going for the pin again! ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout again at two and a half by Troy Black!

Crimson pulls Troy Black up and hooks his arms, then gives him a double-underhook suplex, sending him crashing to the mat again. Troy Black's starting to get up, and Crimson whips him hard into the turnbuckle, and charges in with a kneelift... but Troy Black moves out of the way at the last second, and Crimson brings his knee up HARD into the middle turnbuckle! Crimson staggers back, clutching his knee in pain, and Troy Black rolls him up from behind! Jerry Rogers begins counting... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... And Crimson kicks out at two! Troy Black gets up, but Crimson is a little slow to get up, favoring his knee. Troy Black capitalizes with a dropkick to the knee, and Crimson goes down as the leg buckles under him!

Crimson is down, and Troy Black grabs his leg, and drops an elbow across the knee! And he gets up and does it again!! And again!! Troy Black is focusing in on this weakness, trying to take the base of a lot of Crimson's power out from under him... and now he drags him to the corner, and he's stepping out of the ring. He pulls his legs out, straddling the ringpost... and now he's putting on a figure-four leglock on the ringpost! Jerry Rogers begins counting, ordering Troy Black to break the hold, but considering that Troy Black is fighting for his life here, would he even mind getting disqualified? Evidently so, because after some stern warnings from Jerry Rogers, he releases the hold and goes up to stand on the apron. Crimson begins to get up, heavily favoring the knee, and Troy Black jumps from the apron to the top rope, and springs off into the ring with a dropkick, sending Crimson back down!

With Crimson down again, Troy Black once again stomps at the knee, then grabs the leg and drops repeated elbows across it. He's unleashing the vicious side of himself again that we last saw at Spontaneous Combustion, and it's no coincidence... once again, he's in a fight where his opponent wants to hurt him badly, where he can't afford to be a good sportsman! The anger and desperation etched across Troy's blood-covered face is a sure sign that there won't be any mercy for Crimson tonight. And now Troy Black shifts his grip on the leg and puts on a kneebar! But can a hold like this make Crimson submit, short of ripping his leg off at the knee!? Would Crimson ever submit!? He's too close to the ropes... he's just too tall, with long legs and arms... and he reaches out and grabs the ropes. Troy Black takes the full four-count before releasing the hold, capitalizing on every second.

Crimson's pulling himself up on the ropes, looking ready to strangle Troy Black, and he thrusts a hand out, intending to do just that, but Troy Black ducks under it and grabs the leg... and with great effort, he gives him a kneebreaker! Crimson goes down, clutching his knee, and Troy Black drags him to the middle of the ring... and he's putting on a figure-four leglock! Crimson's struggling, and the pain is clear on his face, but so's the fury. You can feel it... he's fighting this with everything he has! Crimson would rather die than submit to Troy Black, and he's using his massive weight advantage as he begins to roll over... he's trying to turn the figure-four over... and he does! Troy Black has to release the hold as the pressure takes its toll on his legs, and Crimson's getting back up! Troy Black goes for another dropkick to the knee, but Crimson quickly pivots to the side, and Troy Black misses! He gets up... but Crimson grabs him by the hair and gives him a massive headbutt, getting Troy's blood on his own forehead as well.

Troy's starting to get up, but Crimson's waiting on him, and he grabs his arm and threads it through his legs... he picks him up, and drills him to the mat with a pumphandle slam!! Troy's down, and Crimson drops a massive elbow across his chest, but he's not going for the pin... he gets up, and he's pulling Troy up with him! He whips Troy into the ropes, and catches him with a spinning backbreaker when he comes off the ropes! Troy Black is convulsing on the mat, and Crimson just pulls him right back up, clobbers him with a few hard right hands, and sends him into the ropes again. Troy Black comes off the ropes... right into a massive kick from Crimson!! That didn't do Crimson's knee any favors, but he nearly booted Troy Black's head into the cheap seats!!

Crimson's pulling Troy Black up off the mat, and he's as limp as a drowned earthworm after that kick to the head. Crimson puts Troy Black in a standing headscissors, and lifts him up... POWER BOMB!! Troy Black just bounced off of the mat from the force of that massive power bomb from Crimson, but Crimson's still not going for the pin! Crimson grabs him by the throat... but Troy Black kicks him in the groin! Crimson doubles over, and Troy Black hooks his arms... time for the double arm DDT!! But no, Crimson backdrops his way out of it, catapulting Troy Black high into the air behind him! Troy Black lands flat on his back, and Crimson's waiting on him as he gets up... and Crimson grabs him by the throat!! CHOKESLAM!!! Crimson just drove Troy Black into the mat with the Chokeslam, and probably just drove the nail into the coffin of his title reign as well!

Crimson stops and looks at the crowd, which is booing so loudly that the rafters are shaking... and he flexes his massive right arm as a cruel smile of triumph creeps across his face. But Troy Black SITS UP!! Troy Black just sat up like a zombie behind Crimson, and the crowd shatters everyone's eardrums with a HUGE pop! Crimson, no idiot, knows what that means, and he turns around, swinging his arm with a massive lariat... and Troy Black ducks!! Crimson's lariat nails Jerry Rogers, and nearly tears his head off!! Jerry Rogers is a twisted wreck of human flesh in the ring, and Crimson turns around... right into a kick to the midsection from Troy Black!! He doubles over, and Troy Black hooks the arms! DOUBLE ARM DDT!! But Crimson's getting back up... and Troy hooks his arms again, and does it again!! Troy Black just gave Crimson a second double arm DDT, and now he's going up to the top turnbuckle!! BLACK DAGGER!! Troy Black just drilled Crimson in the throat with the Black Dagger, but he's not going for the pin... he's going to the top turnbuckle... and he DOES IT AGAIN!! Crimson just got nailed with the Black Dagger again, and Troy Black still isn't done!! He's going up top again... and he gives him a THIRD Black Dagger!!

But who's that coming to the ring!? A man in a leather jacket with cutoff jeans, and black dreadlocks... that's not even a VCW wrestler, that's Strahd, from Slam Masters Championship Wrestling!! But what the hell's he doing out here!? Troy Black covers Crimson, who is laid out, not even moving a muscle... and Strahd slides into the ring! Troy Black notices the movement, and gets up, but Strahd gives him a swift kick to the midsection, then grabs his head... EVENFLOW!! Strahd just took Troy Black down with an Evenflow DDT, leaving a bloody spot on the mat where his head hit the canvas... and now he's picking him up... and he gives him a second Evenflow!! The crowd is exploding into deafening boos and raining garbage down on the ring, and Strahd leaves the ring and begins heading backstage. His work here is done... and Crimson's beginning to stir! Linda Peterson comes charging out of the backstage area, no doubt to replace Jerry Rogers, who obviously will NOT be getting up to continue his duties as referee after that sickening lariat. Linda Peterson slides into the ring... and Crimson drapes an arm across the body of Troy Black! Linda Peterson's going to count... whose perverted idea of justice is this!?!? She had to see Strahd leaving the ring! Crimson should be disqualified!! She's counting anyway... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! Damn it, that son of a bitch Strahd just handed Crimson the World Title!! Troy Black had this match won... he had slain the monster known as Crimson... but thanks to Strahd, he's no longer the champion!!

Crimson pinned Troy Black after outside interference in 0:20:27.
Rating: ** 3/4
(Crimson won the VCW World Title.)

Crimson's getting to his feet... he barely realizes what happened! Linda Peterson's presenting him with the VCW World Title, as the crowd tosses a flurry of rubbish into the ring, and Crimson looks shocked... but now a smile's slowly spreading across his face as he understands that yes, he just won the match. He's gloating like he just won it based on his own merits! Crimson picks Troy Black up off of the mat... and he drives him down with a Chokeslam!! Come on, damn it!! Isn't it enough that Crimson already beat Troy Black within an inch of his life, and Strahd screwed him out of the title!? Evidently not, because Crimson's picking him up again... and he gives him a SECOND Chokeslam!! Troy Black is laid out, and Crimson's leaving the ring... and he returns with a chair! He's STILL not done!

Wait, who's running out of the back now!? This time, it's Melissa DelArmeggio, drawing a loud pop from the crowd! Melissa enters the ring, and stands between Troy's body and Crimson, as if daring him to go through her if he wants to hurt Troy... and Crimson just tossed aside the chair, and now he's cracking his knuckles! He advances on her... and Melissa drills him with a series of stiff kicks, to absolutely no effect!! Crimson grabs her by the hair... and he pulls her into a kiss!! Crimson just forced a kiss on Melissa, and now he picks her up by the throat with ease... no, come on, she's already suffered enough possible neck damage from being thrown across the guardrail earlier!! NO!! He gives her the Chokeslam too!!

The crowd boos as Crimson raises the VCW World Title over his head and lets out a triumphant bellow, but thankfully the H.A.R.P. Squad is able to reach into the ring and pull the bodies of Melissa and Troy to the outside. Now Jack Norman, Butch Manson, Dick Douglas, and Randy Savage are coming to the ring, and so are Tony Garcia, Lorenzo Vasquez, and Rebecca Black!! The members of Hell's Bikers all have bottles of Jack Daniels in their hands, and they open them and pour them over Crimson's head and down his back... and Rebecca Black pulls him down and gives him a kiss on the cheek. They're all grabbing Crimson now, and together, with obvious effort, they hoist him onto their shoulders, as the crowd boos and begins raining trash down on the ring! Hell's Bikers and Troy Black's enemies are celebrating in the ring, and Crimson is the new VCW World Champion, and it's all thanks to that gutless, despicable excuse for a human being Strahd!! Damn it, this isn't right!! Join us this Tuesday as VCW presents a special event, This Tuesday In Toronto, and there'll no doubt be hell to pay for everyone involved when Troy Black recovers! We're out of time! See you this Tuesday!!

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