Monday Night Wrestling 11/20/00 (VCW 96)

Welcome once again to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, from the Arena-Auditorium in Wyoming! Twenty-four hours have passed since Spontaneous Combustion, and if you were too cheap to order the pay-per-view, you missed out on a lot. Neytron DelArmeggio and Jeff Wright are no longer in VCW, but Rebecca Black and Chris Champlain resurfaced after long absences, and newcomers "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez and Scott Hall made their VCW debuts. Jennie received an unwanted haircut from Christina Ellis, Lady Erica Whitmore was brutally attacked with a knife by Chris Champlain, and Troy Black retained his VCW World Title in a great match against former VCW World Champion Gabriel Black. But as it pertains to the main event, what happened after the match may be the real story, as it appeared that Troy and Gabriel Black made peace with each other. It may be a little premature to--

Hold on, that's "Brackish" by Kittie that's playing over the arena sound system, and after last night, we know who that is. The crowd boos loudly as Rebecca Black walks out of the backstage area, wearing a pair of black denim jeans that are so tight they look painted on, with a black leather jacket over a dirty-looking, worn-out white tank top. She's smiling as she walks to the ring, and she has a lot to smile about after last night, when her new boyfriend, "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez, defeated Jeff Wright in the opening match. She climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone, and the smile quickly leaves her face. She's obviously got something on her mind.

R. Black: You know, even though I'd rather die than touch any of you with a ten-foot pole, I have to admit, it turns me on just a little bit to have over ten thousand morbidly obese retards packed into an arena, all drooling over me.

The crowd doesn't like that at all, and they're letting her know it with a round of boos and a loud chant of "SLUT!"

R. Black: But I'm not here to talk about you sweaty maggots, even though I could go on for hours about everything that makes me want to puke every time I look at one of you. I'm not even here to talk about the biggest hunk in VCW, Lorenzo Vasquez, the man who kicked Jeff Wright's ass and ran him out of VCW last night. What I'm here to talk about is something that makes me sick, even more sick than the smell coming off of you people... and that's my brother, Gabriel Black.

I know you've all heard the hype. He's the one to carry on our dad's legacy, isn't he? He's the best wrestler in the world, right? And everyone's heard that Gabriel Black... hold on, let me get my big, scary voice ready... DOES NOT LOSE, I'm sure. Well, if all that's true about my brother, Gabriel, then would somebody please tell me who that sniveling, crying, pathetic, castrated little bitch that wrestled in the main event last night was?

And then, even after the match, after he loses and disgraces our entire family in the process, does he jump Troy from behind? Does he break his feeble neck with the Destiny Driver? No. You know what he does? He puts his head down and cries like a little baby, then shakes hands with Troy, and THEN gives Troy a big hug after the match. Yeah, that's real nice. I was expecting them to start kissing in the middle of the ring. Or maybe Gabriel was going to pull down Troy's pants and toss his salad for him, the way things were going. Whatever. They probably saved that for after they got back to the locker room.

The bottom line is that my brother, Gabriel Black, should never have lost the title to begin with, and he damn sure shouldn't have lost again last night. Our family is disgraced now, because Gabriel just wasn't a man like our father was. I don't know if I'll have to call Dad up and bring him out of retirement, but one thing's for sure... something has to give, because Gabriel Black is a talentless, worthless, pathetic little pussy, and--

"A Letter To God" by London After Midnight begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd gives a loud, but mixed reaction as Gabriel Black comes out of the backstage area. While his actions last night would seem to have redeemed him, many fans still have a hard time cheering for him under any circumstances. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone.

G. Black: Rebecca... you will hear me say something now that isn't easy for me to say. Last night, I learned something... I learned that at this moment in time, our brother, Troy Black, is a more deserving champion than I am, and there's no way around it. Is he still walking around with my VCW World Title? Yes, and I intend to change that as soon as I can. But last night, I came face to face with a superior force... and I lost. I just barely lost... but I lost. And all the sneak attacks and Destiny Drivers in the world would never change that fact. Am I still focused on being the World Champion? Of course I am. Any wrestler who isn't should retire immediately. But Troy proved to me last night that, for this moment, he is the best wrestler in VCW, and I respect that.

R. Black: Respect. What in the hell does respect have to do with anything!? Either you're the World Champion, or you're not. Either you're a winner, or you're a loser. Unlike Troy, you followed the teachings of Dad and Tony. I expected better of you, Gabriel... and they did too. You want to tell me about respect? Last night, you lost the respect of everybody who used to believe your bullshit.

G. Black: Rebecca, I just told you something that I didn't want to say... now, allow me to tell you something I've been wanting to say for a long time. You're a filthy, ignorant, loud-mouthed cheap slut, and I couldn't care less what you think!

The crowd goes wild, and Rebecca obviously didn't like hearing that, but she looks like she's at a loss for words. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. The silence is interrupted when "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent begins playing, and "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez comes out of the backstage area, wearing a tattered pair of cutoff denim shorts, and no shirt. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone.

L. Vasquez: Hey, Gabriel... come on, you dumb son of a bitch, what the hell's wrong with you? I thought you were supposed to be some kind of badass or something... but you can't even beat your skinny little Gothic fag brother, and now you respect him? Man... you aspire to be pathetic. You'd better get your shit together, chief, or everyone's gonna realize that you just can't cut it anymore. And I recommend you step off of Rebecca, because she's just telling the truth. If you've got a problem with that, I'll beat your ass just like Troy did, you little bitch!

G. Black: Go ahead and try. You think just because I lost to Troy in the closest match in VCW history, you can defeat me now as well? For your own safety, I'm granting you one final chance to leave the ring with full control of all your limbs and bodily functions. I suggest you take it.

L. Vasquez: Ooh, we've got a genious here. Look at all those big words he's throwing around. We ain't doing Shakespeare here, jackass. Care to repeat what you said so people can actually understand it?

G. Black: Very well... what I said was that if you don't haul your ass out of this ring, I'm kicking it up between your shoulders.

Wait a second, Lorenzo Vasquez just threw a punch, but Gabriel Black blocked it! And now he's returning the favor with a series of right hands on Lorenzo Vasquez! Gabriel whips him into the ropes... he catches him with a gutwrench as he comes off... he's got him up for the Destiny Driver!! He's going to make an example out of Lorenzo Vasquez right here!! But wait... NO!! Rebecca Black just nailed him from behind with a low blow!! Gabriel Black drops Lorenzo Vasquez and doubles over in pain... now Rebecca comes from behind, and puts on the Blackout!!

Gabriel Black's struggling, trying to break free... Lorenzo leaves the ring, and he comes back in with a chair! Gabriel backs into a corner to break the Blackout, but staggers out right into a chairshot from Lorenzo! The crowd is booing loudly, but Lorenzo Vasquez and Rebecca Black couldn't care less. Rebecca Black takes the chair... she's folding it around Gabriel's recently injured elbow, and Lorenzo's going up to the top turnbuckle... they're going to give his elbow the Brian Pillman special!!

But wait... the crowd bursts into cheers, and someone's running out of the backstage area! It's Melissa DelArmeggio! She jumps up on the apron and shakes the ropes, and Lorenzo falls crotch-first across the top turnbuckle! She enters the ring, and Rebecca Black takes a swing... Melissa blocks it, and nearly decapitates Rebecca with a kick to the head! Melissa turns around, and climbs up with Lorenzo Vasquez, then brings him down with a top-rope Frankensteiner! Now Gabriel's back up... he's taken the chair off of his arm, and has it raised as a weapon, and wisely Rebecca Black and Lorenzo Vasquez are getting out of here. The crowd's cheering wildly as Gabriel and Melissa exchange an uneasy glance, before Melissa picks up a discarded microphone.

M. DelArmeggio: You can spare us all of this talking about respect, because what Gabriel Black did last night earned my respect more than any of the matches he's ever won. But if you're both so ready to fight... tonight's show doesn't have a main event yet. How about the two of you get it on with the two of us, right here, tonight!?

The crowd cheers loudly, and Rebecca Black grabs a microphone of her own.

R. Black: You know, Melissa, you big bimbo, I'm a little flattered that you'd want to "get it on" with me tonight, but I have to tell you, I'm not like that. Actually, if you must know, I am like that, but I think I'd rather see Lorenzo break Gabriel's arms. So if it's a match you want... you've got it. Everyone thinks you're so tough... but I see through it. Maybe you've lived through a few brutal ass-kickings from David Wright Hubbard, but you're not hardcore... you're just a soft little Valley Girl poser. But me... my father is Sean Black. I was born to wrestle. And unlike my pathetic brothers, I'm not gonna disgrace the family legacy by losing to a weakling bitch like you. So I'll see you in the main event.

"Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent is playing again, and Rebecca Black jumps into the arms of Lorenzo Vasquez, who carries her backstage as this segment comes to an end. But how about that news? Melissa DelArmeggio teaming up with Gabriel Black!? Has Hell frozen over? And their opponents are Lorenzo Vasquez and Rebecca Black, which raises some more interesting questions. Is Lorenzo Vasquez ready to be taking on a challenge like Gabriel Black in the second match of his VCW career, or is he just too crazy to care if he isn't? Who really is the toughest female in VCW, Rebecca Black or Melissa DelArmeggio? This match seemed impossible before last night, but things are changing quickly in VCW.

We're going back to the ring now, and "Smells Like Nirvana" by Wierd Al Yankovic is playing over the arena sound system. That can mean only one thing... the Middle-Aged Outlaws, Hunk Higgins and Ruby Richard Cage, are on their way, accompanied by "The Pest of the West" Jesse Smark. After a long entrance that involves playing a weight belt like an air guitar, pathetic attempts at a pyro display, and lots and lots of posing, they're in the ring and ready to talk, with microphones in hand. Not like that's any kind of improvement.

R.R. Cage: You love me, you hate me, you'll never get rid of me.

Sadly, that's proven true so far in VCW history. These guys have been nearly canned several times, and just keep coming back.

R.R. Cage: Dudes and dudettes, cats and chicks, and all you little kids out there, the baby boomer generation proudly brings to you the future ONE-TIME! ONE-TIME! ONE-TIME! ... VCW TAG team CHAMPIONS of the WOOORRRRLLD... "The Immortal" Hunk Higgins, Ruby Richard Cage, the Middle-Aged Outlaws!!

H. Higgins: And brother, if you're not down with that, we've got two words for ya... TOUGH CRAP!!

Thank God, they're not getting the chance to say any more, since "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS plays over the arena sound system, bringing "Doctor" Dave Adams and Main Street Pete out of the backstage area, along with Nurse Vivacia. You can see large groups of the audience getting up for a bathroom break, realizing that this match will, in all likelihood, be terrible. But not yet, because Dave Adams has a microphone.

D. Adams: You two senior citizens can put away your Medicare checks, because even though I'm a practicing doctor, I don't need the money bad enough to look at the two of you. I don't even know why they sent me out here, because all the ladies agree that they'd rather see me making house calls and giving them an injection of my special medicine than see me out here with you two fossils. But I'll make this quick, because Nurse Vivacia's overdue for another checkup.

Uggh... that routine is SO early-1998 DX. Well, here comes the match, for better or worse...

Middle-Aged Outlaws
w/Jesse Smark

vs.

Dave Adams & Main Street Pete
w/Nurse Vivacia

Dave Adams and Main Street Pete dominate this match, beating on the Middle-Aged Outlaws with lots of slow, plodding offense. After two minutes that seem like two hours, Hunk Higgins kicks out of a Dave Adams pin attempt following a DDT, and begins Hunking Up!! He's unloading with signature Hunk Higgins offense (i.e. a bunch of punches and clotheslines with maybe one bodyslam thrown in), but wait! Someone's coming up the aisle!!

My God, it's CRIMSON!! Crimson climbs the stairs, and steps through (not over?) the ropes!! Hunk Higgins punches him, but he doesn't even acknowledge the blow! He goes straight to Dave Adams, and picks him up by the throat... CHOKESLAM!! But here comes Main Street Pete with a chair! Main Street Pete nails Crimson in the injured knee with a chiar... and it just made him mad!! Now Crimson has Main Street Pete by the neck... another Chokeslam!! Ruby Richard Cage and Hunk Higgins both grab Crimson... they're trying for a double vertical suplex, but he blocks it and shoves them off, then grabs each of them by the throat... DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!! Wait, Nurse Vivacia is in, tending to Dave Adams... Good Lord, not her too... Crimson grabs her by the throat, and Nurse Vivacia takes a Chokeslam too!! The ring is littered with five bodies, and Crimson is calling for a microphone! He quickly gets one; anything to appease this wanton destruction!

Crimson: Heh... serves these sons of bitches right for making me kick their asses so hard I blew out my knee.

The crowd is stunned, and actually cheering slightly for Crimson... then again, it's hard to boo the man who just put an end to that awful match.

Crimson: I wouldn't go getting too excited. One of you scrawny little pukes might be the next one to die. The Homicide Road Tour is back on the road, and this time I've got an agenda. I've got a hit list, and I'm systematically going down and taking out everyone on it.

The first victims were these two punks, Adams and Pete. I blew out my knee fighting them a few months ago, and they got lucky when I had to finish it quick. But that ain't important right now, because I just came back and finished what I started. Also, my boys have been having a little trouble with a couple motherfuckers like John Uldwall, Robert Danson, and Tattoo... but that's coming to an end real quick. I could take on all three of those pussies and still have one hand free to get my post-match drink out of the cooler. I still want to beat the shit out of Johnny Smiles again, since everybody saw me do it standing on one leg at Blood and Thunder.

But I'm sure none of that'll be a problem. I won't break a sweat on those little punks. But there's one bigger name on my hit list... Troy Black. Back at Blood and Thunder, Troy Black won the VCW World Title, and he won it with my title shot, the one that I got screwed out of at Disaster Area. It should have been me kicking Gabriel Black's ass for the title at Blood and Thunder. So you're the champ now, Troy? Yeah, good for you, kid, but you're still a short, scrawny, ugly little piece of shit. I'm not asking for nothing... I'm TELLING your puny little punk ass to put that title up at Deck the Halls, and I'm gonna kill you and take the title.

The deal is... I can wait to win the title. But there's one more thing, the most important name on my hit list. And that's David Wright Hubbard. See, I can wait for Troy Black. But I ain't waiting for David Wright Hubbard. I know he's in the building. Last night, he won the War Games Match, and I have to give him credit... but if you lock me in a cage with all the members of both teams, I could take every last one of them... so I ain't too impressed.

See, Dave... I've already been waiting too damn long. You've got a reputation for being the most dangerous, the most deadly son of a bitch in this company... and you don't deserve it. If you've got the balls, come on out tonight, and you're gonna be the deadest son of a bitch in this company after I tear you apart in this ring, boy. You're the next stop for the Homicide Road Tour, so either you can accept this match and get ready to die later tonight, or you can hide backstage, and I'll come looking for your punk ass. Choose your poison, and one way or the other, take a good long time enjoying your last few precious minutes of life.

"Walk" by Pantera plays over the arena sound system now, and Crimson is heading backstage again, with the crowd booing loudly as he leaves. So not only will we see Rebecca Black and Lorenzo Vasquez face Melissa DelArmeggio and Gabriel Black in the main event tonight, but Crimson will take on David Wright Hubbard as well? This should be an interesting show, based just on those two matches alone. But while trainers and medics come in to clear the five carcasses left behind by Crimson out of the ring, there's something going on backstage.

Troy Black is sitting on a couch in his locker room, with the VCW World Title at his side as he watches one of the backstage monitors intently, no doubt contemplating Crimson's recent challenge. Melissa comes in to join him, and he looks away from the monitor, turning to face her.

M. DelArmeggio: I just heard... are you going to take Crimson's challenge?

T. Black: I'm not hiding from anybody. I've already beaten him once... maybe I can do it again. If not, I probably won't be alive to care that I lost.

M. DelArmeggio: That's not funny. I'm worried that you might be right.

T. Black: I notice you're teaming up with Gabriel tonight against Lorenzo and Rebecca tonight. I'm more worried about that. You see what's probably going on here, right?

M. DelArmeggio: Come on, you're not saying...

T. Black: That's just too easy. Gabriel allegedly no longer hates me, Rebecca calls him out tonight, Lorenzo attacks him, and they expect one of us to come to the rescue. Then that sets up a match, where Gabriel shows his true colors and they do a three-on-one beating.

M. DelArmeggio: Maybe it's my mistake, but I think Gabriel's sincere. I think maybe you know it too, in the back of your mind. If you don't, why did you take his hand last night?

T. Black: A stupid impulse.

M. DelArmeggio: Troy... learn to trust somebody once in a while, okay?

T. Black: Just be careful. I'll be watching the match tonight in case there's trouble.

M. DelArmeggio: Thanks. Anyway, I'm going to go look for Gabriel, and see if he has any strategy to go over before the match.

T. Black: If you have to... but I'd rather you stay here.

M. DelArmeggio: Troy, listen. Maybe you can go around thinking that everyone you meet is looking for a new way to stab you in the back, but that's not how I am. You can say "I told you so" when you bring the flowers and get-well card to my hospital bed if I'm wrong, but right now, I'm giving Gabriel the benefit of a doubt.

Melissa's turning and beginning to head out the door, looking a little bit ticked off; she's obviously lost her patience with Troy Black's somewhat paranoid nature.

T. Black: It's not that. I just wanted you to be here with me for a while.

Melissa just stopped; it doesn't seem like she even considered that as a motive for Troy's objection. She seems a little speechless after her earlier outburst.

M. DelArmeggio: Oh. ... Okay.

Melissa turns back, then sits on the couch and snuggles up against Troy Black as the camera fades out on the locker room scene.

So... apparently Troy Black is taking the match with Crimson at Deck the Halls. And regarding tonight's main event, while Melissa was quick to brush off Troy's warnings as paranoia, they do have some validity. Can Gabriel Black be trusted? Is this all some kind of ruse? It would certainly be in character for the old, ruthless, underhanded Gabriel Black to lure an enemy in with a ploy like this... and because of that, can we believe that the new, honorable, respectful Gabriel Black is any more than a false front? Maybe Melissa's right, and he is a changed man, but it's not unreasonable to assume otherwise.

The reflections upon tonight's main event must come to a halt here, because Russel Taylor's generic, cheesy music is playing now, as he makes his way to the ring. Once again, his team with the Super Giant Ninja lost to the Middle-Aged Outlaws in the Waste-of-Time last night. Will he be able to rebound from that devestating loss here? Don't hold your breath.

Now "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple just started playing, and the crowd's booing loudly as Chris Champlain comes out of the backstage area, wearing a pair of black dress slacks. His appearance at last night's War Games match shocked the crowd, but even that, and his threats to attack Lady Erica Whitmore with a knife, weren't enough to stop his opponents' team from winning. He makes his way to the ring, grinning like a maniac at Russel Taylor, whose attempts to start a "U-S-A!" chant with the crowd are falling on deaf ears. Chris Champlain enters the ring and lunges, and we've got a match.

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor

vs.

Chris Champlain

This match is the total squash that it could be expected to be. Chris Champlain dominates Russel "The Muscle" Taylor with a mixture of high-flying, high-impact moves and brutal, ugly brawling moves like ripping and biting at his face. Russel Taylor mounts a brief offense with a bodyslam and a few clotheslines, but it's all for naught as Chris Champlain shrugs it off and destroys him with a Tombstone for the victory.

Chris Champlain pinned Russel Taylor after a Tombstone in 0:01:43.
Rating: 1/2*

Now Chris Champlain has a microphone again... what's he possibly going to say?

C. Champlain: You know, the last time you saw me, I was the good guy. You were cheering me on as I put on the best matches of the year against Gabriel Black, at least until he telescoped my spine with the Destiny Driver. So what gives? Why did old Uncle Chris turn on the loving fans and join the despicable forces of evil? Why!?

I'll tell you why. Because I'm an evil, wicked, spiteful man. See, everyone has their motives, but most of those motives are fairly harmless at their roots. Win the VCW World Title. Climb the to top of the highest mountain. Prove the honor of your family. Or, if you want to set your sights on something less difficult, get into Jennie's pants. But none of these motives have mindless violence as an end. And that's where I'm different. My motive, my reason for being, is to inflict as much pain and suffering on the pathetic weaklings as I can. I like to make them bleed. I like to watch the blood boil up from the openings in their flesh and slowly trickle down, so that I can feel it and taste it. I like to watch the pain and fear and hopelessness well up in their eyes. And I like to hear all of you whine and cry as one of your favorites suffers a hideous, career-ending injury at my hands. You thought that just because I was after Gabriel Black for a while, that I was a changed man? The only thing that I change is my underwear and socks, every day, except on days when there's no clean laundry. Deep at heart, I've always been a sick son of a bitch... and I like it that way.

Which brings me to last night. I liked last night. Julian Page, Randy Savage... they may have been bitching about how they didn't win, but I feel differently. See, when I was threatening Lance Errington to give up the match, I WANTED him to say no. I was praying in my rotting, black heart that he'd reluctantly decide that victory was more important than Erica. So you can imagine my disappointment when he went to give up the match... and my sheer delight when David Wright Hubbard stopped him, then turned and attacked Julian Page for the submission. Because say what you will about the sensual, electric feel of sexual orgasm, the warm, languid inner peace brought on by heroin, or the chilling rush of biting into a York peppermint patty... I've come to realize that holding a frail, trembling girl in your arms, as she struggles pitifully with her small, weak muscles and screams like the Grim Reaper himself has come for her soul, then opening her delicate skin with a knife and watching the blood cascade down her pretty little face... THAT is the greatest pleasure in life. I recommend you try it sometime.

God, this guy is SICK. Why he's not in a prison or a mental hospital right now is anyone's guess. Fortunately, he's getting out of here... "Stormbringer" is playing again, and he's making his exit. When it comes to competition in the ring, Chris Champlain is as good as anybody in VCW... but his sadistic personality is just disgusting. They're helping Russel Taylor out of here... he was knocked out cold by that Tombstone.

Chris Champlain is gone, and "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC heralds the arrival of Dick Douglas for our next match. After getting squashed by Tattoo last night, he's probably still feeling the effects today. He gets into the ring, and he does look a little bit haggard. "Surfing With The Alien" by Joe Satriani begins playing over the arena sound system, and Salvaje Demonio comes running out of the backstage area to the ring as well. He also took one hell of a beating last night at the hands of Big Trouble, but he seems to be pretty energetic and ready to go tonight. This is our next match, and it's starting right now!!

Salvaje Demonio

vs.

Dick Douglas

Salvaje Demonio controls the match early on with his fast-paced, but mostly ground-based offense. Dick Douglas ends up outside of the ring, as does Salvaje Demonio courtesy of a plancha onto Dick Douglas, but on the outside Dick Douglas's brawling style allows him to take control. Back in the ring, Dick Douglas beats up Salvaje Demonio for a while longer, but eventually Salvaje Demonio rallies, and a fireman's carry into a flapjack, followed by a tiger suplex, put Dick Douglas away for the three-count.

Salvaje Demonio pinned Dick Douglas after a tiger suplex in 0:06:13.
Rating: ** 1/4

Salvaje Demonio prevails in a decent, fast-paced little mixture of brawling and wrestling. Dick Douglas hasn't been too successful at all lately... or for that matter ever. Salvaje Demonio, on the other hand, continues to impress. Stormy Weathers actually found some real talent here... and in true fashion, he let him slip through his fingers in favor of two big oafs.

Wait... "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page is playing now, and here comes another wrestler who's been pretty impressive lately, Ken Collins. He came within an eyelash of winning the VCW Television Title last night, in one of the best matches of the evening. It's obvious from the way he walks that his back's still killing him. He climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone.

K. Collins: First of all... Virginia, Arthur... what you did to Johnny Smiles last night was inexcusable. If I hadn't quit DeJohnnyration X, that would have been me. You're probably off celebrating your victory in some five-star hotel room that you bought with embezzled money from this company, but when you get back... you've got some explaining to do.

But right now, I have other things on my mind. Last night, I challenged Jiro Tobikuma for the VCW Television Title... and I lost. I didn't win the match, but it was so close, I'm not convinced that Jiro Tobikuma really is a better wrestler than me. So if he's up for it, I'm willing to do it again, tonight. All he needs to do is put the title up one more time, and we'll find out who really is the man who deserves to hold that title.

The crowd cheers. They like that idea; Ken Collins and Jiro Tobikuma put on a fine match last night on pay-per-view, and now they're offering to do it again on free TV? Bring it on. Jiro Tobikuma also must like the idea, because "Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie hits, and here he comes to the ring, wearing the VCW Television Title, with his previously worked-over arm dangling limply at his side. He's not even wasting time talking... he's handing the belt to the timekeeper, and getting in the ring. He exchanges a handshake with Ken Collins, and just like that, the match is on!

For the VCW Television Title:

Jiro Tobikuma (c)

vs.

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins

Near the beginning of this match, they repeat the "missed lariat into a kick to the midsection countered by a dragon screw countered in turn into a ducked enzuigiri followed with a spinning toe hold countered by a small package" spot from last night's match, but this time Jiro Tobikuma reverses Ken Collins's small package at two, and gets a count of two as well! The match continues, with Ken Collins working over the arm and shoulder, and Jiro Tobikuma targeting Ken Collins's back in between trading stiff chops. It briefly goes to a brawl outside of the ring, and the ringsteps, ringpost, and guardrail take their toll on both men in a brawl outside. Back in the ring, each man picks up the pace; the Flying Dropkick only gets two and three-quarters for Ken Collins, and Jiro Tobikuma is able to squirm out of an attempted California Crossface. Seconds later, the Fisherman Buster nearly finishes Ken Collins with a count of two and nine-tenths, and Jiro goes for the tiger driver again, but once again Ken Collins is able to backdrop him, and once again Jiro Tobikuma goes for the sunset flip. This time, Ken Collins quickly hooks his legs and sits down for a pin, but only gets two and three-quarters before Jiro Tobikuma kicks out. Ken Collins tries for a shoulderbreaker, but Jiro Tobikuma falls behind him and hits a German suplex for the three count.

Jiro Tobikuma pinned Ken Collins after a German suplex in 0:11:13
Rating: *** 1/4
(Jiro Tobikuma retained the VCW Television Title.)

Great match once again, and once again we get a show of respect as the two combatants shake hands after the match. From looking at Ken Collins, however, one gets the idea that he's not exactly thrilled with this outcome. Nevertheless, he remains sportsmanlike and polite, congratulating Jiro Tobikuma as they head backstage. Speaking of backstage, evidently Lance Errington is on his way to Falcon's locker room. Let's see what's up with that.

Falcon's sitting backstage... no Lady Erica Whitmore in sight, but that's to be expected after she was brutalized last night by Chris Champlain. Lance Errington walks in, and immediately grabs Falcon by the collar and shoves him against the wall of the locker room.

L. Errington: Why the HELL did you bring Erica to ringside in the first place last night, you idiot!?

Falcon: Whoa, hands off. Check yourself before you get yourself in trouble.

L. Errington: There WILL be trouble if you don't answer me. What was she doing out there!?

Falcon: Easy, Lance. Come on, I'm don't want trouble, but I'll give it to you. Erica wanted to come. She said--

L. Errington: Don't bullshit me. What the hell do you mean, she wanted to be out there!?

Falcon: I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe her, call the damn hospital and ask her. I didn't force her into anything. Look, I'm upset about this too. Yeah, we weren't "involved" or anything, but she's been by my side ever since my falling out with Gabriel. I like her. A lot. Do I feel a little guilty about letting her follow me out there!? Damn right I do. But I also know who's really responsible. That sick son of a bitch Chris Champlain. If you want to help me settle this, if you want to get revenge for that crap, he's the one who attacked her. Except you better hope I don't beat you to him, because if I see him I'm kicking his teeth in.

L. Errington: Shut up. I knew Chris's nature. He didn't do anything unexpected. We should have accounted for that. But I know who's really to blame for this now... I know who the bastard is who's responsible for what happened to Erica, and he's going to PAY. But you better watch yourself too, because if I hear about you doing anything to her either, you're next.

Lance Errington lets up on Falcon and storms out of the locker room. Falcon unruffles his shirt and looks out after him.

Falcon: Lance! Don't do anything stupid!

Falcon turns back and goes to sit down, shaking his head.

Falcon: Damn crazy son of a bitch...

Man, Lance Errington is irate! But who can blame him? Chris Champlain's actions last night were nothing short of despicable. But it seems that Lance is placing the blame in the wrong direction; Chris Champlain is the man who attacked Erica with a knife, and he's unquestionably the one responsible for Erica's state. But who does Lance Errington consider to be responsible for all this? And what's he planning to do? Maybe we'll find out tonight.

Hold on... that's "Bulls On Parade" by Rage Against The Machine playing... who could that be... it's Scott Hall! One of the big winners of the War Games Match last night, he emerged as the mystery partner of David Wright Hubbard, Lance Errington, and Falcon, and was instrumental in the victory for his team. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone, holding it up for a while without talking, then finally speaking.

S. Hall: Hey, yo.

The crowd cheers wildly.

S. Hall: I've got a match with this jabroni Moy Lazzario coming up. Now, since he's just a jobber who hangs around with that football-playing goof that I helped run out of town with my boys in the NWO, this ain't gonna take long. But before I punk him, I've want to give a shout out to Big Kev. Hey, Kev, when you're done working that Coach angle over in "Dubbya-C-Dubbuya", shoot on them and get fired so the Outsiders can run here in VCW.

Well... let's just hope we won't get sued over that. "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit is playing now, and here comes Moy Lazzario, carrying a microphone and looking like he has a bone to pick with Scott Hall. He enters the ring and turns to face him immediately.

M. Lazzario: Listen, chico, we don't want you or your lazy partner anywhere near VCW. We've got REAL athletes here, like the Rookie Sensation, Moy Lazzario. That's me. So you can take your grandma-groping happy-Jack ass and hit the trail, punk.

Scott Hall looks mildly amused at this. Moy Lazzario's running his mouth a little too eagerly here...

S. Hall: Hey, if you don't want to work with me and Big Kev, I'm cool with that. I know this place, I can put in a few phone calls and set you up with a nice cushy little job down there.

M. Lazzario: Really? Down where?

S. Hall: Down HERE.

Scott Hall just did the crotch chop, and Moy Lazzario looks absolutely infuriated that he actually fell for that trick! Moy Lazzario goes for a punch... Scott Hall blocks it, then grabs the toothpick from behind his ear and flicks it into Moy Lazzario's face!! They're getting it on, and we've got a match!!

Scott Hall

vs.

Moy Lazzario

This match has a lot of brawling, but the occasional wrestling exchange keeps it fresh. Restholds eat up some time, as Moy Lazzario hits the bow-and-arrow submission and Scott Hall uses the abdominal stretch. In the end, the Lou Thesz press and Ace Crusher combo gets only a two count for Moy Lazzario, and Scott Hall counters the Slingshot Suplex with a suplex of his own. After that, it's time for the fallaway slam, belly-to-back superplex, and Crucifix Power Bomb, and Scott Hall takes the match.

Scott Hall pinned Moy Lazzario with the Crucifix Power Bomb in 0:07:59.
Rating: **

Scott Hall has now won both VCW matches that he's been a part of. Moy Lazzario gave him a good fight, but Moy Lazzario's not yet on the same level as Scott Hall. Provided he doesn't continue to have... personal problems, Scott Hall could conceivably go far in VCW.

Now "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison is playing, and here comes Lars Coverdale, one-half of the Heavy Metal Express. They gave Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon one hell of a match last night, coming closer to winning the VCW World Tag Team Titles than many people expected. Tonight, though, he has a very tall order...

And here it comes, as "Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and "Macho Man" Randy Savage steps out of the backstage area. He looks like he's in an especially foul mood tonight after losing the War Games Match to David Wright Hubbard, Falcon, Lance Errington, and Scott Hall last night. He's not grabbing a microphone or stopping for any kind of pre-match fanfare... he's just marching right on into the ring to fight.

Lars Coverdale

vs.

"Macho Man" Randy Savage

Randy Savage goes right after Lars Coverdale, pelting him with right hands, kneelifts, chokeholds, slams, and anything else he can pull out. Lars Coverdale retaliates by throwing him to the outside, then jumping onto him (in theory) with a badly blown tope. Going to the outside is a mistake, however, as Savage's brawling ability allows him to regain control of the match. Lars Coverdale takes a beating on the outside, but regains control shortly after the match heads into the ring again. Lars Coverdale unloads with some high-flying offense mixed in with fast technical moves, but Savage keeps kicking out. Finally, the Frog Splash meets with Savage's raised knees, and Savage proceeds to make a miraculous (and somewhat unprofessional) recovery, drilling Lars Coverdale with two piledrivers, then going up top and finishing him with the Flying Elbowdrop.

Randy Savage pinned Lars Coverdale with the Flying Elbowdrop in 0:08:44.
Rating: * 3/4

Lars Coverdale is helped backstage by some of the trainers, but Randy Savage isn't leaving just yet. He takes a microphone.

R. Savage: Scott Hall... you made a really, really big mistake coming here, yeah. In case you didn't know, this is my wrestling company now, brother. I didn't appreciate you coming in last night and ruining my War Games Match. When I left WCW, I thought I was done with trash like you, yeah. But since you're trash and you're here, that means that I have to take out the trash and that means that I'm gonna take you out, Scott Hall. So watch your back, because the madness is coming. OH YEAH!!!

The crowd boos, and it appears that Scott Hall has quickly made an enemy of a former teammate with his arrival in VCW. Scott Hall and Randy Savage have both had illustrious careers outside of VCW, and to see them face each other here would definitely be a historic event.

Randy Savage has left the ring, and according to the program we're about to be joined by one of his teammates last night... and yes, it's him... "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin plays over the arena sound system, and Julian Page comes out of... Good God, what is he doing!? Julian Page is dressed in Bret Hart's ring attire! Pink pants with a black and white fiery stripe down the sides, black tank top with pink hearts in the corner, and even the "HITMAN" leather jacket and pink sunglasses... he's dressed up as Bret Hart, and also wearing his VCW Intercontinental Title. And everyone thought his Hulk Hogan Halloween costume was bad... He seems a little sore as he walks to the ring, favoring his back, and rightfully so... he took a major butt-kicking last night in the War Games Match. He grabs a microphone.

J. Page: You know... I'm a little sore physically from getting beaten for nearly a half hour last night, but I'm not a sore loser. What happened happened, and bygones can be bygones. But one guy who is a sore loser... is Bret Hart. He decided to bitch to Stacey Lockman last night, and it was some of the most pathetic crying and snivelling I have ever seen. So much so, that I felt sorry for him. He's right... his legacy shouldn't end with the bitter old man that we saw last night. So Bret, I'm doing you a favor... I'm going to continue your legacy myself, since I'm a much better wrestler than you ever were anyway. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the excellence of execution, the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be... "The Hitman" Julian Page!!

Oh, PLEASE. This is just disrespectful and rude. I can't imagine he has the permission of the front office to do this. Who in the hell does Julian Page think he is!?

J. Page: Even though I don't like my home country of Canada, I can pretend to... I can smile and wave every time I go to that Godforsaken dump, and be the Canadian national hero that you were, Bret! So consider this my official face turn, and you people should be grateful... even though I think you're all a bunch of morons, I'm putting my personal feelings aside and becoming a hero you can look up to! And guess what, I've even got a new way to get over now...

Julian Page goes outside of the ring, and takes his sunglasses off... he's going over to a child in the front row...

J. Page: Here, kid, have some greasy, cheap plastic sunglasses.

Julian Page just handed the sunglasses to that young kid, and the kid just threw them right back at him! A loud chant of "WE WANT BRET!!" is going up in the audience. Julian Page looks a little annoyed as he moves on to another kid.

J. Page: Here, you take them. Go on, take them. Here, you hold onto them, and if you still have them at the end of the match, I'll give you twenty bucks. Come on, help me out here.

Well, that got them taken care of... the sunglasses are now given away, and Julian Page is climbing back into the ring as the crowd boos.

J. Page: Now, I know you're all jealous, but for just twelve bucks, you can get your own pair in the merchandise stands! Now... I'd like a little respect... everybody rise for the Canadian National Anthem!!

Here comes the Canadian National Anthem and... oh, for the love of... Julian Page is turning his back and putting his fingers in his ears! He's not listening or paying attention at all!! But now it cuts off, and "Domination" by Pantera is playing. Julian Page must have noticed that, because he's turning around, as Robert Danson comes out of the backstage area, flanked by Nicole. He's not wasting any time coming to the ring and getting ready to fight... evidently he wants to see Julian Page shut up just as much as the rest of the fans. We've got a match!

For the VCW Intercontinental Title:

Julian "The Hitman" Page (c)

vs.

Robert Danson
w/Nicole

They start off with a technical wrestling match, putting together a few exchanges, with Robert Danson getting the upper hand in general. Neither one is a great technician, but both are certainly highly decent. After a failed shoulder tackle from Robert Danson ends up eating the ringpost, Julian Page takes control, with a lot of punches and stomps to the back of the legs. The fireman's carry into an Ace Crusher gets only two. Julian Page hits a vertical suplex, followed by a Russian legsweep, a backbreaker, an elbowdrop from the second rope, and now he's going for the Sharpshooter. Julian Page can't quite get off all FIVE MOVES OF DOOM, however, as Robert Danson kicks him off on the Sharpshooter attempt, then mounts a comeback. Robert Danson bounces him around with a few high-impact power moves, but Julian Page slides down when he goes for the Running Powerslam, and when Robert turns around, he's greeted with a kick to the midsection and the DDT. Robert Danson is down, Julian Page applies the Sharpshooter, and Robert Danson taps out.

Julian Page made Robert Danson submit to the Sharpshooter in 0:10:03.
Rating: ** 1/4
(Julian Page retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)

Well, that was certainly disgraceful... one would expect better, even from Julian Page. He celebrates for a while, basking in the boos of the crowd as he strikes Bret Hart-like poses, then heads backstage, sparing us further embarrassment from his disrespectful actions. Time to move along in the show...

And move along we will, because "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just started playing, and David Wright Hubbard steps out of the backstage area... this HAS to be in regards to Crimson's challenge! They're going to go at it right now! David Wright Hubbard steps into the ring, and grabs a microphone.

D.W. Hubbard: Crimson, you big dumb son of a bitch, you want to fight me!? I don't turn down fights. You're damn right I accept your challenge, but don't take it personal when I break your damn kneecap again.

Hold on, a fan in a Salvaje Demonio mask just jumped over the guardrail! He's entering the ring behind David Wright Hubbard, carrying what appears to be a lead pipe!! But David Wright Hubbard doesn't see him!

D.W. Hubbard: So, bottom line, Crimson... you want some, get out he--

That fan just nailed David Wright Hubbard square in the back of the knee with that pipe! Damn it, David Wright Hubbard's down, and this masked jackass is pounding the crap out of his knee with that pipe! David Wright Hubbard is down, and this guy's just whaling on his knee! David Wright Hubbard shoves him back, he's trying to get up... and the mask-wearing man just nailed him between the eyes with the pipe! David Wright Hubbard is laid out, and the man gives him a few more good shots to the knee... he's dragging him over to the ringpost... and he applies a figure-four around the post! David Wright Hubbard can't escape... his leg is being destroyed, and whoever his assailant is is doing Crimson's job for him!

Finally, the hold is released... the masked assailant is calling for a microphone, and he climbs back into the ring... he's taking off his mask... HOLY CRAP!! That's Lance Errington!! Lance Errington just tore David Wright Hubbard's knee to shreds!! But why!?

L. Errington: How's it feel, you son of a bitch!? How's it feel to know you're completely helpless, that your physical well-being lies completely in the hands of another!? That's probably how Erica felt... scared... suffering, in pain... now you know. You could have let me stop that. But no... winning your little War Games Match, and proving your dick was bigger than Chris Champlain's... that's what was important to you, you asshole. What if he had Michelle, huh!? What if Michelle was being held at knifepoint by some renegade psycho intent on hurting her, maybe even murdering her? And what if I not only let it happen, but stopped you from doing the one thing that could have saved her? Hell, you probably don't care, because you're a redneck wife-beater anyway, but pretend you did. Now you know how I feel.

Don't get me wrong... Falcon and Hall aren't blameless in this either. But it's you, Hubbard, who was responsible. And I'm going to make sure you NEVER forget what it feels like to be helpless, in pain, and afraid for your well-being. This is just the beginning, you piece of crap.

Lance Errington just spit on David Wright Hubbard's fallen body, and now he's walking away! Lance Errington is heading backstage... and David Wright Hubbard is just starting to pull himself up... he can't even stand, this is horrible. But... oh, no. NO. "Walk" by Pantera is playing over the arena sound system, and here comes Crimson, who passes Lance Errington in the aisle with a big grin across his face! Damn it, not this! Not now!! David Wright Hubbard can't even stand! But Crimson's entering the ring... and David Wright Hubbard's motioning for him to bring it on!! This is ridiculous, but the referees are going to go along with it! David Wright Hubbard is committing suicide here, but the match is on!!

Crimson

vs.

David Wright Hubbard

David Wright Hubbard lays in a few punches on Crimson, but Crimson just absorbs them and kicks him square in the knee. David Wright Hubbard goes down, and Crimson drops an elbow across the knee, then gets up and does it again... and again. Crimson picks him up... and David Wright Hubbard can't even fight back as Crimson drills him with a power bomb. This was over before it even started... damn it, Crimson grabs the throat and executes the Chokeslam!! And he pulls him up... no, damn it! Not again!! A second Chokeslam by Crimson!! Come on, that's enough... and now he's putting one foot on David Wright Hubbard's chest for the merciful pin. Chalk this one up to Lance Errington and a lead pipe, because if David Wright Hubbard was in any condition to fight, this isn't what we'd be seeing right now.

Crimson pinned David Wright Hubbard after the Chokeslam in 0:01:12.
Rating: DUD

This just wasn't right. The trainers are coming in, helping David Wright Hubbard onto a stretcher, and Crimson isn't even trying to get in any more licks... he's just smiling. When David Wright Hubbard is healthy, though, both Crimson and Lance Errington had better watch their asses, because he won't be happy. That's a guarantee.

The ring's clear again, and now it's time for the main event. "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent is playing, and here come Lorenzo Vasquez and Rebecca Black to a loud chorus of boos. They climb into the ring, and Rebecca immediately tackles Lorenzo to the mat, and they begin exchanging sloppy, slobbery kisses in the middle of the ring.

They can get a room after the match, because right now, "A Letter To God" by London After Midnight is playing, and here come Gabriel Black and Melissa DelArmeggio. The fan reaction is split; it seems that many fans either smell a set-up, or find it hard to cheer for Gabriel Black after all this time. Melissa seems to trust him, though, and they're getting in the ring, ready to wrestle in our main event of the evening!

Gabriel Black & Melissa DelArmeggio

vs.

"The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez & Rebecca Black

We're off, as Gabriel and Lorenzo start out. Lorenzo's going RIGHT for that injured arm of Gabriel's, immediately starting with the armbreakers and armwringers. Gabriel's in pain, in defensive mode from the beginning, but when Lorenzo Vasquez makes the mistake of trying for a backdrop too early, Gabriel Black kicks him in the head, teaching him a valuable lesson. Gabriel takes over on the neck for a while, trying to work around the disadvantages of his wounded arm, and doing a decent job of it. After a while of Gabriel on offense, Melissa requests a tag and gets it, then blasts Lorenzo with a few stiff kicks, throwing in a bulldog, a bodyslam, and other basic Melissa offense for variety. But when a stiff kick knocks Lorenzo to the outside, Melissa goes for a plancha... and that turns into a mistake, as Lorenzo moves and she wipes out on the floor.

Lorenzo beats up Melissa outside of the ring, then brings her in and tags in Rebecca. Rebecca slaps Melissa around with some rather ineffective offense, like snap mares, slaps, hair pulls, and such. She senses that Melissa's starting to recover soon, and once again tags in Lorenzo, who goes to work on Melissa's neck, capitalizing on the damage done by Neytron last night (which Melissa is unfortunately forgetting to sell). He tosses her around for a while, then brings Rebecca back in, and Rebecca lays in some more rather ineffective offense, then begins to get serious with a bodyslam and a kneedrop, then a DDT. Simple stuff, but it's not the ineffective crap we saw earlier. Rebecca puts on the Blackout, and we get the usual spot... Melissa's arm goes down twice as the crowd rallies behind her, and stays up the third time! Melissa breaks the hold with a jawbreaker, then makes the corner and brings in Gabriel Black! Will we see a heel turn?

No, but we will see Gabriel Black potato his sister right in the face. That wasn't very nice. Lorenzo and Rebecca take turns finding creative new ways to get dropped by Gabriel Black, who is taking on both of them and winning. Melissa comes in, and she drills Lorenzo with a spinning leg lariat that sends him to the outside, then jumps out onto him with a ringpost moonsault, and it hits! Lorenzo and Melissa are down in a heap, and Gabriel Black is continuing to abuse Rebecca... but here comes a stocky man with a bandage around his head and an axe handle in his hands... it's Tony Garcia! Whose side is he on!? Gabriel picks Rebecca up... He's going for the Destiny Driver on his own sister!! He's still a heartless bastard, but the crowd's loving it! No, wait, Tony Garcia in the ring, and he hits Gabriel in the arm with the axe handle!! This is a DQ, and the crowd is irate!

Gabriel Black and Melissa DelArmeggio defeated Rebecca Black and Lorenzo Vasquez when G. Black defeated R. Black via disqualification in 0:11:08.
Rating: *

Gabriel Black is down, clutching his arm, and Tony Garcia applies an armbar submission. Rebecca Black goes out of the ring, and attacks Melissa two-on-one with some help from Lorenzo, and they throw her back into the ring, and Lorenzo Vasquez puts the Barcelona Armbar on her as well! The crowd is booing loudly, as both Melissa and Gabriel are in the ring, being assaulted!

Wait!! It's Troy Black!! Troy Black is running out of the backstage area, and he's got a chair! He slides into the ring, and Rebecca Black turns around, catches a chairshot, and goes sprawling to the mat! Lorenzo Vasquez is up, and he looks at Troy, just in time to take a chairshot of his own! Now Tony Garcia is up... he has the axe handle, and he's mad... he swings, and Troy blocked it with the chair! Now Troy retaliates, nailing Tony Garcia in the head! Tony Garcia is down, and Rebecca is back up... she gets hit again! Lorenzo is up too... and he takes a chairshot as well! Tony Garcia rolls out of the ring, and Rebecca and Lorenzo wisely join him, not wanting any more chairshots to the head.

Troy Black is standing alone in the ring, protecting Melissa and Gabriel with the chair as they stand up, and the crowd is loving it! "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica kicks on, along with the dim silver-blue lights, and Troy, Gabriel, and Melissa all stand together in the middle of the ring, with the crowd cheering them on! Tony Garcia, Rebecca Black, and Lorenzo Vasquez are retreating backstage, casting angry glances into the ring and talking quietly, no doubt planning something sinister... but right now, Gabriel Black and Troy Black are standing united, with Melissa DelArmeggio, and the crowd loves it!! That's it for tonight... we're out of time!! See you next week!!

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