Monday Night Wrestling 12/11/00 (VCW 99)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, coming to you live from the Target Center in Minnesota, and bringing another great round of wrestling! We're just twelve days away from Deck the Halls, and we've got a big show planned for tonight! The Ontario Color Show and Jiro Tobikuma team up to face all three members of the Hammer of the Gods, Johnny Smiles goes one-on-one with Arthur Justice, and Scott Hall and David Wright Hubbard will face Lance Errington and "Macho Man" Randy Savage tonight!! All that and much more will be coming your way during theis exciting edition of VCW Monday Night Wrestling!

But right now... "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent is playing, and that brings forth "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez, along with Rebecca Black, who is wearing her leather jacket zipped up all the way tonight. The crowd greets them with boos, and one sign is prominent in the background: "FIRE LORENZO VASQUEZ". Lorenzo Vasquez defeated Troy Black in a non-title match last week (thanks in a large part to a horrendous pre-match attack by Crimson, and the outside interference of Rebecca Black), and stole the VCW World Title at the end of the show, though there's no sign of it now. They enter the ring, with the boos of the crowd echoing throughout the building, and Rebecca Black grabs a microphone. She looks awfully pleased with herself, and perhaps she has reason to be, considering that Lorenzo Vasquez just upset Troy Black last week. The crowd is giving her the usual "SLUT!" chant, but it only seems to amuse her.

R. Black: You know... last week, we found out that Troy Black doesn't deserve the VCW World Title. Just because he didn't have the balls to put the title on the line, he's still technically your paper VCW World Champion... but everyone here knows after last week that Lorenzo is the real uncrowned VCW World Champion. And as far as the VCW World Title goes... well, I think it's safe to say that it's in a better place now.

Wait, Rebecca's unzipping her jacket, and letting it fall to the mat... and she's wearing nothing from the waist up, except for the VCW World Title belt strapped around her chest!! The crowd cheers in spite of their hatred for Rebecca, as she continues to smile and hands the microphone to Lorenzo Vasquez.

L. Vasquez: Don't get your hopes up... she's not taking that title off until we get backstage in my locker room, and then it's only to hand it over to the rightful VCW World Champion... me. But unlike Troy, who didn't have the guts to face me in a technical title match last week, I'm a fighting champion. So if Troy Black wants to get his puny little ass in the ring with me, I'll defend this title against him right here, tonight!

Oh, please... everyone knows that Lorenzo Vasquez cheated his way through a non-title match last week, and has about as much right to call himself VCW World Champion as Russel "The Muscle" Taylor does. The crowd boos, and starts a loud chant of "BULLSHIT" for him.

L. Vasquez: That's not bullshit. You want to know what bullshit is!? What's bullshit is that Troy didn't put the title up against me last week! What's bullshit is that Troy Black turned Gabriel into a half-hearted little pussy bitch!! What's bullshit is that the reigning VCW World Champion, at least according to the record books and not according to reality, is a short, scrawny, butt-ugly, zombie-looking Goth faggot with a bad neck!!

Come on... that's ENOUGH... the crowd's booing loudly, and starting a loud "WE WANT TROY" chant.

L. Vasquez: Oh, you don't want Troy out here right now... believe me. You know what I'd do if Troy Black came out here right now!? First, I'd rip his ugly head off that puny, brittle neck of his, then I'd break his fucking back just like I did to Melissa!! Then, after they carried him off to the morgue, I'd stop by Melissa's hospital bed, and I don't care if I did break her back and she lost all feeling below the waist, because she'd DAMN sure be feeling this!!

Lorenzo Vasquez points to his crotch as he thrusts his hips towards the camera... for God's sake, this is totally disgusting and unnecessary. Melissa's back isn't broken, even though she has some nasty internal bruises... and for Lorenzo to be gloating about her injuries in the first place is just uncalled for.

L. Vasquez: You know what!? I wish Troy Black would come out here. That'd save me the trouble of beating the shit out of him later tonight. As a matter of fact--

Wait just a second!! "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica just started playing, and Lorenzo Vasquez may just get what he wants!! The arena lights change to dim silver-blue lights, and Troy Black comes running out of the backstage area... and just look at Lorenzo Vasquez and Rebecca Black scatter! They're retreating up the aisle, as Troy Black steps into the ring, and claims the discarded microphone. You'd better believe he has a lot to say to Lorenzo and his sister!

T. Black: Lorenzo... you can run away now, but in just a few short hours, I'll catch up with you, and I'll set right what went wrong last week. And Rebecca... I suggest you change into something that actually belongs to you... because I'm coming to reclaim that belt, and I couldn't care less if it's the only thing you're wearing... it's still coming back to me.

After what happened to Melissa last week, I think it's time for me to go on my own spree of destruction. Tonight, Lorenzo, you're the first victim... next week, if he wants the VCW World Title so badly, I'm giving Tony Garcia a chance to take a title shot and be next in line... and at Deck the Halls, Crimson... you're the final name on my list, and you're the one who's getting the worst beating out of all of them. But tonight... it's starts with you, Lorenzo. You're going to be the first to pay the price.

L. Vasquez: That's what you think, buddy. But let me tell you something. Don't go looking ahead to Tony Garcia or Crimson, because you're not making it out of this ring tonight against me with this belt. You're gonna be seeing a lot more of this. Rebecca's tits are gonna be my official trophy rack, and that's where this belt's gonna stay after I kick your ass to earn it officially in the middle of that right, tonight!!

"Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Lorenzo Vasquez and Rebecca Black disappear backstage. Troy Black remains in the ring, staring after them with violent intentions in his eyes, then finally leaves the ring as well, on his way backstage. Lorenzo Vasquez will meet Troy Black one-on-one tonight, and it's not hard to tell that given Troy Black's current mental state, this could be disasterous for Lorenzo Vasquez!!

Some generic face jobber music brings Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja to the ring next, then "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and "Doctor" Dave Adams and Main Street Pete come out of the backstage area, preparing to wrestle them in a tag team match tonight. For all of the talk that Dave Adams and Main Street Pete do about being the best, they don't usually face a very high level of competition. Nevertheless, our show opens tonight with this match, which begins now...

"Doctor" Dave Adams & Main Street Pete
w/Nurse Vivacia

vs.

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor & The Super Giant Ninja

This match is the usual business. Russel gets beat up, hits a few clotheslines and bodyslams, and gets beat up some more, then the Ninja comes in, misses some clumsy martial arts offense, and gets beat up, then is caught with a DDT by "Doctor" Dave Adams for the victory.

Dave Adams and Main Street Pete defeated Russel Taylor and The Super Giant Ninja when Doctor Dave pinned Ninja after a DDT in 0:03:12.
Rating: -**

Russel Taylor and the Ninja are out of here, but Dave Adams and Main Street Pete are lingering around... and Dave Adams has a microphone. What's he going to do, brag about defeating the worst team in VCW?

D. Adams: Yet another victory for the greatest tag team in VCW. And all you ladies can start celebrating now, because the Doctor's here tonight, and I'm making house calls to all of my Minnesota mistresses. So just prepare yourselves, and fantasize about the arrival of the prince of pleasure, because it won't be long before I come into your room, slip under the covers with you, and give you exactly what you've been wanting for so long. And when I slide you into sexual abandon and turn the electricity of the ecstasy up to a hundred and eighty thousand volts, then you'll know that I'm not just the greatest wrestler in VCW, but I'm also the greatest lover on God's green earth.

And once you're saying, "Please, Doctor Dave, stop... you're ruining me for all the other inadequate men in my life!", I'll just smile... I'll look right in your pretty little eyes... and I'll tell you that I haven't even started yet. And when you're screaming out my name to the heavens, so loud that all the angels are coming down from above to get in line to break their vows of chastity... then I'll send a thrill through your spine that takes you so high you won't ever come down. So ladies... brace yourselves for the coming of the orgasmic overlord, and all the pleasures that I'm coming to bestow upon each and every one of you.

Okay, so he's not going to brag... he's just going to give us one of the most surreal, nonsensical, irrelevant bits of babble we've ever heard. The crowd's booing, naturally... and everyone has to believe that Dave Adams will be taking a different tune when Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders finally get their hands on him and his partner. They're leaving the ring now... thank God.

Not that this is much of an improvement... "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit just started playing, and Moy Lazzario comes out of the backstage area, on his way to the ring. He has a microphone in his hands too, and Dave Adams's previous bout of verbal diarrhea may have some competition here in a moment.

M. Lazzario: Last week, my happy-Jack football jock partner Mongo did something that really wasn't too great... he lost to that scrawny, wrinkled-up old-timer, Ruby Richard Cage. And that's just not good. But we don't need to make a big deal out of it, or create an even worse problem to solve that little problem... I'm out here tonight for revenge, and tonight I'm calling out that steroid-pumping, tanning-booth-dwelling, child-molesting happy-Jack old man Hunk Higgins to get his ass out here so I can set right that stupid little upset. Get out here, Hunk Higgins, and I'll slap what little hair you have left straight off that shiny bald head of yours!!

"Eye Of The Tiger" by Survivor begins playing, forshadowing the arrival of "The Immortal" Hunk Higgins, who is accompanied by "The Pest of the West" Jesse Smark. He struts to the ring, playing his weight belt like an air guitar, then steps inside and tears off his shirt, flexing for the crowd, and poses with his hand cupped to his ear. The crowd gives him a smattering of boos in reply, and he grabs a microphone and turns to Moy Lazzario. What the hell is this going to be, the verbal battle of the nonsensical nitwits?

H. Higgins: Well, ya know somethin', Mister Lazzario... maybe you didn't hear what was going down, maybe you didn't hear who the big boss in town was, and maybe you didn't hear when all the Hunkamaniacs and the girls in red and yellow bikinis all said that Hunkamania was the strongest force in the universe, dude. But brother, just like the big man Ruby Richard Cage beat your no-good yellow partner last week, just like we took out the Young Blood when they decided it was time for us to pass the torch, I'm gonna beat you within an inch of your life, you stinking coward. You're looking at the forty-two inch anacondas, brother, the biggest guns in this business, and I'm about to wrap these arms around your head and squeeze until you say, "Please, Hunk Higgins, let me go, because now I know you're the man, and I know that you're the biggest name in this business and you always will be, dude!" ... and then, brother, I'm gonna take you down and finish you once and for all. So what'cha gonna do when Hunk Higgins, the biggest arms in the world, and all the little MAO-ites RUN WILD ON YOU!?!?

And Hunk Higgins just stepped forward and drilled Moy Lazzario!! Hunk Higgins is pounding away at Moy Lazzario, and a referee's in the ring, calling for the bell! Just like that, we've got a match!

"The Immortal" Hunk Higgins
w/Jesse Smark

vs.

Moy Lazzario

Hunk Higgins starts off in control, but quickly loses it to Moy Lazzario's superior wrestling expertise (which is pretty sad considering that Hunk Higgins has about fifteen times the in-ring experience that Moy Lazzario does). Moy Lazzario works him over for a few minutes, but Hunk Higgins begins Hunking Up out of a surfboard, then comes back with a flurry of clotheslines and bodyslams, followed with the big boot and Big Leg Drop. Moy Lazzario kicks out at two and three-quarters, and rolls out of the way of a second Big Leg Drop, then finishes the match with the Thesz press/series of punches followed with a flying dropkick.

Moy Lazzario pinned Hunk Higgins after a flying dropkick in 0:03:33.
Rating: -*

Moy Lazzario did exactly what he said he'd do... he beat Hunk Higgins. Of course, that's impressive to absolutely nobody, but it does gain a measure of redemption for his team with Mongo after Mongo's upset loss last week to Ruby Richard Cage. But Moy Lazzario seemed a little unhappy with Mongo's inability to win his match last week... could it be a sign of coming dissention in the team? Moy Lazzario said he didn't want to make the problem any bigger than it already was... but did that mean he wanted to set things straight, or that he's wanting to cut ties with Mongo before he drags his career down any further? More importantly, is there any real important meaning in anything Moy Lazzario says? The answer to that last question is probably not, so we'll drop the issue here.

"Gor-Gor" by GWAR begins playing, and it looks like the trend of poor-quality wrestling will continue as Stormy Weathers leads Big Trouble to the ring. They'll be facing Stiff Competition in a few seconds, and they could have a chance to score a big win tonight. Bass Rogers isn't used to fighting men who outweigh him by over a hundred pounds, and the technical wrestling prowess of Dean Sanders may be rendered meaningless due to the sheer size of the opposition. Then again, Jorge Gonzalez and Ron Reese aren't known to be the most crisp and precise fighters around, and there will probably be plenty of mistakes that Stiff Competition can capitalize on.

We're about to find out, because "War Machine" by KISS is playing now, bringing out Stiff Competition. As always, they look ready to fight, and they're not hesitating or backing down a bit from their larger opponents... they're entering the ring immediately and preparing for the match, and it's about to begin!

Stiff Competition

vs.

Big Trouble
w/Stormy Weathers

Dean Sanders takes an early advantage for his team with dropkicks and calculated strikes to the knee of Ron Reese, taking him down, then savagely working the leg over. Bass Rogers is somewhat less focused, forgoing strategy entirely in favor of pounding the crap out of Ron Reese with his fists. Bass Rogers manages a powerslam on him, impressing everybody but only getting a two-count. Ron Reese begins absorbing the blows and fighting back, but things get weird now because Bass Rogers isn't selling for him at all. Reese manages to take advantage anyway by whipping Bass Rogers into the ropes, where Stormy Weathers trips him. Reese tags in Jorge, but Bass Rogers doesn't seem to feel much like selling for him either; after a few clubbing forearms, he makes a miraculous recovery and starts beating Jorge up in the corner. The referee forces Bass Rogers back and begins berating him about something, as Jorge Gonzalez exchanges an incredulous stare with Stormy Weathers and Ron Reese. Bass Rogers gives the referee a dirty look, then tags in Dean Sanders, who gives Jorge's knee a little work, but gets taken down by some forearm smashes. From there, Stiff Competition eats up several minutes working him over with offense like molasses in January, but Dean Sanders finally ducks an attempted clothesline by Jorge, then comes off the opposite ropes with a dropkick to the knee, and tags in Bass Rogers, who goes ballistic and slaughters both members of Big Trouble single-handedly.

After taking Jorge Gonzalez down with a massive clothesline, Bass Rogers begins climbing to the top turnbuckle for the Moonsault... but Stormy Weathers is distracting the referee, and here come Dave Adams and Main Street Pete out of the back! Bass Rogers looks up just in time for Dave Adams to nail him in the head with a chair, and he falls back off of the turnbuckle into the ring. Jorge Gonzalez gets up as the referee turns around, then executes the Clawslam on Bass Rogers and covers him, just BARELY getting the three count as Main Street Pete grabs the leg of Dean Sanders and pulls him off of the apron.

Big Trouble defeated Stiff Competition when Gonzalez pinned B. Rogers after the Clawslam in 0:10:33.
Rating: -****

Bass Rogers gets back up, and Jorge Gonzalez, Ron Reese, and Stormy Weathers immediately back off from the ring, as Bass Rogers stares around at all of them. Meanwhile, Dean Sanders begins attacking Main Street Pete, but Dave Adams comes from behind and hits him in the back with the chair then Main Street Pete grabs him and throws him shoulder-first into the ringsteps! Bass Rogers turns around and sees them, and he's climbing out of the ring... and Dave Adams hits him in the head with the chair... with absolutely no effect!! Bass Rogers is just standing there, staring at him! Dave Adams drops the chair and takes off running, and so does Main Street Pete... neither of them want any part of Bass Rogers now! And Dean Sanders is getting back to his feet as well. Stiff Competition has even more motivation to rip Dave Adams and Main Street Pete apart now!

But wait just a second

Johnny's sitting at a table backstage, once again looking rather depressed and unaware of his surroundings. Lars Coverdale is sitting at the table with him as well, and it looks like he's trying to talk him out of his depression.

L. Coverdale: Johnny... you have to snap out of this, dude. You've got a match with Arthur Justice later tonight, and it'd totally suck if you lost to him.

J. Smiles: Why? He already proved he's the better man. What would beating him do? He's already over with all of his Arthurcoholics. He can make his pecs dance. I don't know how to make my pecs dance. What good am I?

L. Coverdale: Dude, what are you talking about!? Arthur Justice sucks. He is totally and utterly lacking in Arthurcoholics. Just because Virginia likes him doesn't mean anything, because Virginia sucks too. They're both totally bogus and lame, dude.

J. Smiles: Before this happened, we were all losers, but we were a bunch of fun-loving losers. Now they're winners, and I'm just a loser.

Marty Jannetty enters the room, and Lars Coverdale looks over to him when he comes in.

L. Coverdale: Did you find him? Is he here?

M. Jannetty: Yeah, he's here. Johnny... there's someone you should talk to.

Someone's following Marty Jannetty into the room... a man with pale skin, dark black hair, green eyes, black jeans... did Marty Jannetty pick up a runner-up from a Troy Black look-a-like contest!?... No, wait a minute, that's Naveed, from Slam Masters Championship Wrestling!! He doesn't work here! Who let him into the arena!? What's he doing on VCW television!? The last thing we need is another damn lawsuit!!

J. Smiles: If you say so, but I...

Johnny Smiles notices that it's Naveed that followed Marty Jannetty in, and just trails off. Naveed sits down at the table with Johnny.

Naveed: Johnny, I see that you're unhappy. That's not a good way to be. You've lost your smile, and now you need to find it. Since nobody has found it yet and contacted you about returning it, we must look for it ourselves... and I think I've found it. Arthur Justice and Virginia have stolen it, and you need to steal it back. Johnny, life is like bread, it's great at first, but as time goes on, it gets harder. You can sit around and feel sorry for yourself, or you can take a flaming two by four and beat the stale bread until it has been crushed into a fine powder. Then, you can make bread crumb soup. Yum! Furthermore, it is impossible to accurately calculate the trajectory of dinners rolls, especially in Hamburg, Turin, and Chelmsford, for some reason.

L. Coverdale: What's up with this dude? He's not making any sense, Marty... I think this is starting to blow.

J. Smiles: No, no... hold on a second, he has a point... but I've lost more than my smile. I've lost Virginia, too... why should I even bother fighting Arthur Justice tonight?

Naveed: No, you haven't lost her. You can't lose something that isn't yours. You've gained knowledge. You know now that she isn't what you thought she was, and what she is is something you wouldn't want to keep even if you could. Virginia isn't the only woman in the world. There are at least a couple billion more. Most of them are probably nicer than her. Some of them aren't. But you have the knowledge. You know that now, and you can't let Virginia blind you forever. She betrayed you and stole your happiness. You need to steal it back.

But why should you confront Arthur Justice tonight? Because it's your job... but that's too simple a reason. Because he's with Virginia now... but with your new knowledge, you know that's not a bad thing. Because he's making trouble for everyone else... but someone else could stop that easily. So why should you confront him tonight? Because he has stolen your smile, and he's stealing your identity. You need to steal it back. The alternative isn't pretty. Cancelling yourself because you've been stolen never is.

Is Arthur Justice the better man? You said he was. Is he? It's a matter of opinion. Virginia thinks so. Arthur himself thinks so. There are some others who think so too. There are many others who think not. But what do you think? What do you know, with the knowledge that you've gained? You know the answer to that question... it's the rest of us who need to see it with our own eyes to know for sure. X-ray vision glasses that are sold in comic books do not really work. Keep that in mind, and I'm sure everything will turn out for the best.

J. Smiles: You're right. But... I don't know. There's one more thing still lingering over my head...

Naveed: Say no more. It is time that you be shown the secret. Remove your shirt.

Johnny looks a little puzzled, but takes his shirt off. Naveed leans forward and pokes a finger into a point near where his chest meets his shoulder.

Naveed: That muscle... right there.

J. Smiles: What's that supposed to...

Johnny flexes the muscle as he talks, and one side of his chest ripples slightly. He stops talking, not quite believing what he just did.

J. Smiles: Whoa, cool! I can do it!! I can make my pecs dance! Thanks, Naveed!

Naveed: Anything I can do to help you to steal your smile back is my pleasure. If you ever find yourself driven out of your mind again, let me know, and you can come stay in mine for a while. There's always something better out there. It's in here that's the problem. Remember that always.

J. Smiles: I feel a lot better now. Thanks for helping me out. Hey, check it out, I'm Lex Luger!!

Johnny starts making his pecs dance and strutting around the room with his muscles flexing.

J. Smiles: I'm big and strong, and I'm going to win the World Title from Yokozuna at Wrestlemania!

M. Jannetty: Thanks for the help, dude. It's totally radical... he's back to normal again.

Naveed: I'll return again. There's still more fun to have, to live the dreams we've always had. But now I must go. Remember that the future of your happiness is in your own hands. Do with it what you will.

Naveed turns and steps out the door, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene, as Johnny continues to take delight in his newly-discovered talent. What a bizarre moment... whose idea was it to bring THESE two together?

"Surfing With The Alien" by Joe Satriani has started playing, bringing out Salvaje Demonio to a mild pop from the crowd. Along with Devaccio Pola and now Melissa DelArmeggio as well, Salvaje Demonio has some rather big problems with Big Trouble, who we just saw out here a few moments ago. But tonight, he may have an even bigger problem on his hands...

"Walk" by Pantera begins playing next, and here comes that problem, as the crowd begins furiously booing. Crimson comes out of the backstage area and begins stalking to the ring, staring down the aisle at Salvaje Demonio. Salvaje Demonio has a lot of work ahead of him if he plans to score an upset against Crimson... it'll take every bit of skill and quickness he has, and a good deal of luck as well. Crimson climbs up on the apron and steps over the top rope... and this match is on.

Salvaje Demonio

vs.

Crimson

Salvaje Demonio launches himself at Crimson with a pair of dropkicks, but Crimson just staggers back a few steps each time. He tries lashing out with some kicks to Crimson's recently-injured knee, but Crimson just absorbs that too, with little effect. After about a minute of somewhat ineffective offense from Salvaje Demonio, Crimson manages to side-step a dropkick, then nearly decapitates Salvaje Demonio with a lariat. From there, a gutwrench suplex and jack-knife power bomb, followed by the Chokeslam, spell the quick end of this match.

Crimson pinned Salvaje Demonio after the Chokeslam in 0:02:38.
Rating: DUD

Crimson has just demolished Salvaje Demonio, and the crowd is booing loudly and starting a "WE WANT TROY!" chant... but Crimson just smiles, then steps over the top rope and begins heading backstage. Crimson has run through everything in his path with little or no difficulty... will Troy Black be the one to stop him? Will anybody be able to stop him? At this rate, it's not looking that way.

"Highway To Hell" by AC/DC plays over the arena sound system, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers step out of the backstage area just as Crimson is heading to the back. They stop to exchange high-fives with him, then come to the ring, and dump the fallen carcass of Salvaje Demonio to the floor outside. They're going to be facing the Wrecking Crew tonight, which is never an easy task.

They look ready for it, though, as "Domination" by Pantera begins playing, bringing out the Wrecking Crew, the newly-reunited team of John Uldwall and Blade. After Crimson decimated both of them, and their ally Robert Danson, last week, they've no doubt been seething with the desire to get a piece of Hell's Bikers. Tonight, they've got it... it's old-style Wrecking Crew vs. Hell's Bikers, continuing a rivalry that has gone on since the dawn of VCW, between the two teams that each claim to be the best pair of brawlers in VCW... and it's ready to begin.

Wrecking Crew

vs.

Hell's Bikers (Butch Manson & Jack Norman)

The Wrecking Crew starts off in control, using their intensity and superior skills to catch Hell's Bikers off-guard. In the early part of the match, both members of the Wrecking Crew pick up Butch Manson as Jack Norman comes in to join the fray, and they heave Butch Manson javelin-style into Jack Norman in an interesting spot... and it's no small feat, seeing as Butch Manson is over two hundred and fifty pounds. But shortly later, the Wrecking Crew offensive surge is stopped short when a football tackle from John Uldwall meets with one of Jack Norman's size thirteen boots, and Hell's Bikers take over with the usual power offense and ruthless brawling attacks. The match goes outside, and Butch Manson uses the ringsteps, the ringpost, the ring apron, the announcers' table, the guardrail, and some electrical cables to his advantage in the ensuing brawl, while Jack Norman and Blade trade blows on the other side of the ring. Butch Manson nails John Uldwall with the ringbell, opening a large, bleeding wound on John Uldwall's head. Being the sadistic old bastard that he is, Butch Manson throws him back in the ring, then bites at the wound and digs his fingernails into it, drawing even more blood.

The match continues, and Hell's Bikers maintain the advantage for several more minutes. John Uldwall nearly recovers when he fights his way out of a rear chinlock, then whips Jack Norman into the ropes... but instead he gets caught with an elbow. Shortly later, a Death Valley Driver by Butch Manson gets two and three-quarters before Blade comes in and breaks the pin. Butch Manson tries to finish with the Flying Legdrop, but John Uldwall rolls out of the way, then makes the hot tag to Blade as Butch tags in Jack Norman. Blade explodes into the ring, with football tackles and leg lariats for anyone who wants to get near him, taking on both members of Hell's Bikers and winning. John Uldwall helps him out to incapacitate Butch Manson with a massive double power bomb, then throw him out of the ring. Seconds later, Jack Norman gets a huge belly-to-belly suplex from John Uldwall as Blade goes to the top rope... and when Jack Norman gets up again, he gets hit with the Breakdown, giving the Wrecking Crew a decisive victory tonight.

The Wrecking Crew defeated Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman and Butch Manson) when Blade pinned J. Norman after the Breakdown in 0:17:12.
Rating: ** 1/4

Jack Norman and Butch Manson are laid out, and the Wrecking Crew seems to have gained a measure of revenge tonight... but what's this? John Uldwall is calling for a microphone... and he gets it.

J. Uldwall: Crimson... it's your big ass next, punk!! Next time, you're gonna be the one taking the beating of your life, big man! Just like we did to your two boyfriends, we're gonna beat you up, break you down, and make you into an example of what happens when some dumb son of a bitch thinks they can get over on the Wrecking Crew!! So you'd better watch your ass, buddy!!

John Uldwall tosses the microphone aside, and the Wrecking Crew's heading backstage after making that bold challenge. Even for them, facing Crimson is one hell of a daunting task... they're two of the baddest men in VCW, but all the same they'd better be ready for what could be coming their way when Crimson decides to act on their challenge.

Next up, we have a match stemming from what happened last week, when Julian Page faced Jiro Tobikuma in a title versus title match, only to get disqualified when Rob Solomon interfered in the match to save his title. All three members of the Hammer of the Gods gave Jiro Tobikuma a vicious beating, but he was saved by the Ontario Color Show. So tonight, the Ontario Color Show will team up with Jiro Tobikuma against the three members of the Hammer of the Gods in a six-man tag team match.

"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin plays first, bringing Julian Page, Jacob Idol, and Rob Solomon to the ring, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity. Each man is wearing a championship belt, and Julian Page continues his mockery of Bret Hart by wearing a remarkably accurate recreation of his ring attire, the "HITMAN" leather jacket, and of course the pink sunglasses... but this time he's carrying the Canadian flag! What could this be about!?

At ringside, Julian Page posts the flag at one of the corners of the ring, then goes over to the fans and pretends as though he's going to give his pink sunglasses to some little kid... then turns around and gives them to Jasmina Chastity, taunts the kid, and climbs into the ring, accompanied by Rob Solomon and Jacob Idol. And... no, not again... he's got a microphone.

J. Page: Once again, I invite you all to pay homage to me... the reluctant Canadian national hero... the real excellence of execution... the real best there is, best there was, and best there ever will be... "The Hitman" Julian Page!!

The crowd's just booing him, and a "WE WANT BRET!" chant is going through the crowd. If someone who had a shred of respect or dignity was in charge of VCW, they'd be killing his microphone right now... but maybe Virginia finds this funny, because for whatever reason, he's being allowed to continue.

J. Page: Because even though I have the misfortune of being from Vancouver... ... ... British Columbia, Canada... I'm still somehow the world's greatest wrestler. I was born into poverty... my father had to hunt polar bears and moose, and go ice fishing and collect maple syrup just to feed our family... I grew up with a brother and a sister sharing a room in a two-bedroom igloo... but somehow I've overcome my genetically deficient Canadian heritage, and become not only the most perfect wrestler, but also the most perfect thinker and the most perfect human being alive today!! All rise for the playing of the Canadian National Anthem!!

The Canadian National Anthem's playing, and Jacob Idol and Julian Page are turning away and putting their fingers in their ears, and Rob Solomon's reaching under the ring... what's he doing? He has a trashcan, and he just brought it into the ring!! Now Julian Page is taking the Canadian flag... he's ripping it off the flagpole... and what's he going to do!? He wouldn't... yes, damnit, he would! Julian Page just stuffed the Canadian flag in the trashcan, and now he spits in the trashcan on it! This is just disgraceful!!

"Until It Sleeps" by Metallica is playing now, and of course the Ontario Color Show isn't going to tolerate this for a second... they're rushing to the ring, with Jiro Tobikuma and Jennie following behind them... Jiro Tobikuma is still limping, and it looks like he could be suffering lasting effects from Julian Page's attack last week... and they're attacking the Hammer of the Gods!! A brawl breaks out, but cooler heads prevail as a referee seperates the mess, then calls for the bell to begin the actual match.

Ontario Color Show & Jiro Tobikuma
w/Jennie

vs.

Hammer of the Gods (Julian "The Hitman" Page, Jacob Idol, & Rob Solomon)
w/Jasmina Chastity

Jacob Idol starts out the match against hated rival Owen Addison, gaining an brief, early advantage with a few arm-based attacks, targeting the arm that was injured by Gabriel Black over a year ago. But his advantage is short-lived before Owen twists out of an armwringer and whips him into the ropes for a spinning leg lariat. He clobbers the back of Idol's neck a few times, then brings in Paul Canyon and slingshots Idol into a savate kick from Canyon. A lot of quick takedowns and high-flying moves by Paul Canyon follow on Jacob Idol, then he brings in Jiro Tobikuma to continue the offense. Jiro Tobikuma goes after Jacob Idol's neck immediately with a series of elbowsmashes, picking up on Owen Addison's usual strategy. But Jacob Idol manages to gain the upper hand when Jasmina Chastity grabs one of Jiro Tobikuma's feet and trips him, then quickly brings in Rob Solomon.

Rob Solomon comes in and starts working Jiro Tobikuma over as well, but instead of taking the obvious target of the wounded leg, he throws a lot of generic offense around, stiff kicks and kneelifts and a few suplexes and such. At some urging from Page and Idol from the apron, he finally remembers what in-ring psychology is and rather sheepishly starts working over Jiro Tobikuma's knee. Julian Page gets the tag next, and he needs no reminder as to his strategy, going straight for the knee and working it over. After a few minutes of this, he tags in Jacob Idol, who works over the injured knee for a little while, then puts on a half Boston. Jiro Tobikuma reaches the ropes, but the punishment continues as Jacob Idol tags in Julian Page, who keeps up the offense. The fireman's carry into an Ace Crusher only gets two and a half for Julian Page, so he follows up with the FIVE MOVES OF DOOM, ending in the Sharpshooter. Jiro Tobikuma struggles towards the ropes, but seems too weak to make it, and appears likely to submit before Owen Addison comes in and nails Julian Page with a savate kick while the referee's busy checking in with Jiro Tobikuma.

Both men crawl to their corners, and Jacob Idol and Owen Addison get the tags. Owen Addison, in typical hot-tag fashion, takes Jacob Idol down repeatedly, until Rob Solomon and Julian Page come in and get taken down as well. Jiro Tobikuma and Paul Canyon hit the ring, and a chaotic three-on-three brawl breaks out, until the confrontation between Rob Solomon and Jiro Tobikuma ends up outside the ring. In the ring, the Ontario Color Show gives Jacob Idol and Julian Page a tandem beating, first laying Julian Page out, then hitting the elevated flying somersault neckbreaker for two and nine-tenths. Outside the ring, Rob Solomon sends Jiro Tobikuma knee-first into the ringsteps... and he's grabbing his hockey stick now! He enters the ring with it... Paul Canyon turns around, and takes a shot to the side of the head! Owen Addison doesn't see it... he's picking Jacob Idol up for the Tombstone... and Rob Solomon clobbers him in the back with the hockey stick as well, drawing an instant disqualification!!

The Ontario Color Show and Jiro Tobikuma defeated The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol, Julian Page, and Rob Solomon) when O. Addison defeated Idol via disqualifcation in 0:18:22.
Rating: ** 3/4

Rob Solomon begins beating the hell out of Owen Addison with the hockey stick, and Julian Page is back up as well, attacking Paul Canyon! Jiro Tobikuma's still down on the outside, clutching his knee... and Jacob Idol's getting back up as well. Things are looking bad for the Ontario Color Show and Jiro Tobikuma, and now Jennie's in the ring... she jumps on the back of Julian Page and starts trying to choke him out! But Jasmina Chastity comes in after her, and pulls her off, leading to a catfight in the ring! They roll around, pulling hair and ripping at clothes... but Rob Solomon turns and nails Jennie in the back of the neck with the hockey stick!!

The crowd's booing as the members of the Hammer of the Gods continue to assault the Ontario Color Show... but wait, someone just came out of the backstage area!! It's Tim Bell!! He's the third member of the Technicians, and he's running to the ring with a chair!! He slides into the ring, and Jacob Idol charges him... only to get taken down by a chairshot! Julian Page charges in as well, and gets a similar result! Now Rob Solomon turns and sees him, and swings the hockey stick... but Tim Bell blocks it with the chair! They have a brief duel in the ring with the weapons, but Jiro Tobikuma climbs back into the ring behind Rob Solomon and grabs him around the waist... German suplex!! Jiro Tobikuma just dropped Rob Solomon with a German suplex, and he's rolling out of the ring to join the other members of the Hammer of the Gods in retreating up the aisle, as Paul Canyon also gets to his feet. He checks on his fallen partner and Jennie, as Tim Bell grabs a microphone from someone outside of the ring.

T. Bell: When Jiro Tobikuma took me out so many months ago, it was with nothing more than his body and his mind. He didn't need any three-on-one attacks or hockey sticks or cheap, trashy women to get the job done, and as mad as I am about what he did, I also respect that. Because since the birth of the Technicians, we've always been about one thing... taking people apart with our skills and nothing else. But if you want to even up the sides and do this three-on-three... I respect that Jiro Tobikuma's the Television Champion, but you've already got more gold around your waists than a pawn shop has locked up behind the counter. And that means your days of being the hunters are over... you're the hunted now.

The Hammer of the Gods is heading backstage... they don't look too happy to see Tim Bell back again, but the fans obviously feel otherwise, cheering as "Through The Never" by Metallica begins playing. Tim Bell helps Owen Addison to his feet and helps him to walk backstage, as Paul Canyon does the same for Jennie, and a group of trainers do likewise for Jiro Tobikuma. The Technicians took some damage tonight, but with Tim Bell back in the mix, the Hammer of the Gods may have to learn to cope with the loss of their advantage in numbers.

The crowd's mood shifts almost instantly as "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing, bringing out Arthur Justice. The crowd boos loudly, and chants "WE WANT JOHNNY" as Arthur Justice jogs down the aisle, slapping palms with the fans who don't get their hands out of the way, and playing to the crowd. He enters the ring and does several X-shaped crotch chops, getting only boos as a response, then steps down and grabs a microphone.

A. Justice: HEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRE'S ARTHUR!!

The crowd's still booing, and for good reason. Not only is he a sleazeball and a self-absorbed nincompoop, but he's a pretty sorry substitute for the real Johnny Smiles.

A. Justice: Once again, I'm out here to entertain all of my Arthurcoholics with my amusing and off-beat antics. Your kids love me, I'm a hit with younger and older fans alike, and when it comes to the ladies... there's nobody they'd rather see out here than me. And if you're not down with that, I've got two words for you... BLOW ME!!

Arthur Justice does an X-shaped crotch chop as he says the catchphrase, getting a chorus of boos as his only reply.

A. Justice: Come on, you're supposed to say it with me! That's the entire point of my catchphrase! You're supposed to like me, damn it!! Your kids want you to buy one of my T-shirts for them!! When they play with VCW action figures, they make the Arthur Justice figure beat up the other ones!!

Suddenly, "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing, and Johnny Smiles steps out of the backstage area to a burst of cheers from the crowd. This isn't the forlorn, depressed Johnny of recent weeks, either... Johnny looks enthusiastic and ready to go, and Arthur Justice doesn't look happy to see it.

J. Smiles: Okay, okay, everybody... let's show him how it's really done. You ready!?

The crowd cheers loudly.

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd sings along, and explodes into cheers at the end of the phrase.

J. Smiles: Arthur, your poor, misguided man, I have to tell you a few things. First of all, the only kids begging their parents to buy them an Arthur Justice T-shirt are the ones that think they have too much lunch money and want the school bully to have some of it. And second of all, when the action figures of VCW collide, the Arthur Justice action figure just sits there in some idiotic pose with a mindless, goofy look on its face... just like the real Arthur Justice!! At least Melissa's Shawn Michaels Wrestling Buddy has a vibrating feature... and I think it's ranked higher in the PWI 500 than you are, too!!

A good portion of the crowd has no idea what he's talking about, but they cheer loudly anyway. Arthur Justice is starting to look annoyed.

A. Justice: Listen, Johnny. You can jabber on and on all you want, but there's one fact that'll never change. I'm a stud... and you're a scrub. I'm sexy... you're sickly. I'm big and buff... and you just don't have enough stuff.

J. Smiles: Is that what you think? Check this out!!

Johnny Smiles rips his shirt off and flexes his muscles, making his pecs dance. The crowd cheers, but Arthur Justice doesn't look impressed.

A. Justice: How'd you get that impressive physique, by following the Chips Ahoy Training and Diet Program? Check this out, Johnny, and find out what a real man looks like.

Arthur Justice flexes his own muscles and makes his pecs dance, showing off a much larger and more defined physique than Johnny's. The crowd boos him anyway, though.

J. Smiles: First of all, thank you for volunteering yourself as Exhibit A if VCW ever gets tried on suspicion of steroid use. And second of all, since everyone here agrees that I've got the better body, I think we're done posing. I'm going to do all the Johnnycoholics a favor, and that's to hurry up and beat you so they won't have to look at your goofy face any more tonight!!

Johnny Smiles runs to the ring, and Arthur Justice meets him inside... they begin trading blows, and a referee runs into the ring, calling for the bell. Just like that, this match is on!!

Johnny Smiles

vs.

Arthur Justice

Johnny Smiles takes control early, whipping Arthur Justice into the ropes, then nailing him with a dropkick. A series of dropkicks and hiptosses by Johnny take Arthur down, and Arthur Justice quickly gets frustrated and bails out of the ring, looking for a break. Johnny jumps out onto him with a plancha, not giving him time to recollect himself, and continues dishing out the offense on the outside of the ring. But after he rolls Arthur Justice back into the ring, he pauses to stop and interact with some fans, and that proves to be a mistake as Arthur Justice gets up, then clobbers Johnny as he tries to reenter the ring. Arthur Justice takes over on Johnny, assaulting him with quick, powerful, and explosive (and rather sloppy and unfocused) offensive moves. He quickly tires from that, though, and slows things down with an abdominal stretch, using the ropes for leverage when the referee isn't watching. Finally, Arthur's use of the ropes is caught by the referee, who kicks Arthur Justice's arm to break his hold on the ropes, distracting Arthur and allowing Johnny to hiptoss his way out of the hold. Johnny takes control of the match again with some pretty basic offense, but after a few minutes of that, Arthur Justice catches him out of a cross bodypress attempt and powerslams him, getting two and a half. A chokeslam by Arthur Justice sets up a flying shoulderblock from the top turnbuckle, which almost puts Johnny away with a count of two and three-quarters.

Arthur Justice hooks on the cobra clutch in preparation for the Justifier, but Johnny drops to the mat and catches him with a jawbreaker. Both men take some time to get up, and Arthur Justice makes it to his feet first... but when he goes for a punch, it gets blocked, and Johnny returns fire with several of his own. Johnny whips him into the ropes, then comes off to hit him with a leaping running forearm smash, which he follows up with a swinging neckbreaker, then a power bomb. Arthur Justice begins to get up as Johnny stands back, then comes forward to catch him with a superkick. Arthur Justice goes down in a heap, but Johnny picks him up across his shoulders, then executes the Smiledriver and makes the cover for the victory.

Johnny Smiles pinned Arthur Justice with the Smiledriver in 0:11:13.
Rating: 3/4*

"Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison is playing again, and Johnny Smiles is celebrating his victory after defeating Arthur Justice in the middle of the ring! Virginia may be reconsidering the wisdom of her decision to dump Arthur for Johnny as we speak... and it's obvious now to the fans who the better man is after this match. Then again, judging by their reactions, it was never in doubt.

After Johnny and Arthur depart the ring, "Can You Take Me Higher" by Creed begins playing, and the crowd boos as Lance Errington comes out of the backstage area, headed for the ring. Lance Errington has brutally attacked David Wright Hubbard at every given opportunity after what happened to Lady Erica Whitmore at Spontaneous Combustion, but tonight, he might get a little payback for all those attacks. Tonight, he's teaming with "Macho Man" Randy Savage against David Wright Hubbard and Scott Hall, two of the men who he teamed with at Spontaneous Combustion. But right now, he's stepping into the ring with a microphone.

L. Errington: David Wright Hubbard... we're finally meeting inside the ring tonight. You finally get the chance to get your hands on me one-on-one, face-to-face, man-to-man. And a lot of people think that I should be scared of you. But I'm not. I've been looking forward to this. I've been counting down the minutes until I get an excuse to inflict as much brutality on you as I want, with no excuse for any security men or anybody else to pull me off of your carcass. You're going to feel the same helpless feeling, blurred by a haze of unbearable pain, that Erica did when you refused to save her.

Was your little War Games Match so important!? Thanks to you, Erica is mentally scarred for life. Hell, after that attack, she's probably physically scarred for life too. And I get the impression that you just don't care. You probably even liked it. I mean, your past experience in brutalizing women is well-documented. Melissa STILL has the scars from your Hardcore Cage Match. It was this time last year when you used to come out here and try to cripple Rebecca Black every night. It wouldn't surprise me if you even beat Michelle within an inch of her life every so often. In fact, I know that all the insiders think that the reason Michelle Hubbard isn't still active as a wrestler is because she destroyed both her knees taking crazy bumps for those Japanese Death Match promotions, but I'll bet there's a much more sinister explanation than that. I'll bet that the real reason that she's retired is because of career-ending injuries caused by cumulative damage from you brutally abusing her every night!!

Oh, come on... give us a break. The crowd is booing and chanting "BULLSHIT", and rightly so. That's a pretty big conclusion to jump to, with little or no evidence to back it up. But in his own mind, Lance Errington seems to believe it.

L. Errington: So what was your excuse this time, Dave? Did you hit on Erica backstage and get turned down!? Did she look at you the wrong way, or say something you didn't like!? In the real world, a woman-hating brute like you would be locked up in prison. But you're not in the real world anymore... you're in MY world, and you're not getting off that easy.

Does Lance Errington even remember that it was Chris Champlain, not David Wright Hubbard, who attacked Erica? He doesn't even seem to be looking at reality anymore. If anybody's no longer in the real world, it's him. And we're about to get an answer, because "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just started playing, and David Wright Hubbard steps out of the backstage area, accompanied by Scott Hall, to a loud burst of cheers from the crowd. He has a microphone in his hands.

D.W. Hubbard: First of all, if you don't leave my wife out of this, I'm gonna bring her to the arena and let her kick your sorry ass personally. Second of all, I don't know if you're crazy or just retarded, but I ain't the one who pulled a knife on Erica. I'm just the one who set Chris Champlain straight when he thought he could get what he wanted any time he pulled a knife on some woman. If you want a damn omelette, you've gotta break some eggs.

But the fact of the matter is that that really doesn't matter to me right now. See, what matters to me right now is that you jumped me last week, you jumped me three weeks ago, and now you think you want some of me again... and I'm more than happy to come out here and give you exactly what you asked for.

The crowd cheers, and Scott Hall grabs the microphone, as Lance Errington dares David Wright Hubbard to enter the ring.

S. Hall: Hey, yo. Lance, you can come out here and make up your stupid little stories all you want, chico, but that don't change nothing, because you and Macho are still--

Hold on, Randy Savage just stepped out of the backstage area and clobbered Scott Hall from behind with a chair!! David Wright Hubbard turns and attacks him... but now Lance Errington is charging down the aisle, and they're both attacking David Wright Hubbard! All four men are outside of the ring, brawling!! Lance Errington and Randy Savage have taken David Wright Hubbard down, and they're pounding on him as they bring him closer to the ring! Lance Errington rolls him into the ring, then climbs in himself, and this match is on!

Lance Errington & "Macho Man" Randy Savage

vs.

David Wright Hubbard & Scott Hall

Lance Errington starts out the match against David Wright Hubbard, stomping away at his knee, taking advantage of the pre-match beating that he and Randy Savage gave out. David Wright Hubbard tries to pull himself to his feet, but Lance Errington keeps him down with a few punches. Lance continues to work over the knee for a few more seconds, then applies a figure-four leglock, and David Wright Hubbard is in a lot of pain as he tries to fight it off. From within the figure-four, Lance Errington tags in Randy Savage, and Savage goes up to the top rope as the referee counts for Lance to break the figure-four, and comes off the top for the Flying Elbowdrop, with David Wright Hubbard caught in the figure-four leglock and unable to roll away from it. Errington releases the figure-four, and Savage goes for the pin, but Scott Hall slides into the ring and breaks the pin in the nick of time.

Savage continues pounding away at David Wright Hubbard, making it obvious that their hatred for one another hasn't cooled much over the past few months. But after a few minutes, a Savage piledriver attempt is countered with a backdrop, and Hubbard tags in Scott Hall, who steps in and assaults the Macho Man with punches and other brawling maneuvers. David Wright Hubbard gets little rest on the outside, however; Lance Errington jumps off of the apron and begins brawling with him outside of the ring. David Wright Hubbard gets the advantage and begins introducing Lance Errington's forehead to various foreign objects at ringside, as Scott Hall continues to control the match with Randy Savage on the inside of the ring.

After an initial burst of offense, Scott Hall begins slowing down his offense against Randy Savage, locking on an abdominal stretch. David Wright Hubbard continues to beat the crap out of Lance Errington on the outside of the ring, brawling up the aisle with him, and as the referee turns to try to order them to break it up, Scott Hall gladly uses the ropes for leverage in applying the abdominal stretch. The referee turns away in frustration and catches Hall in the act, then orders the hold to be broken as David Wright Hubbard continues to pound on Lance Errington near the backstage entrance. As he prepares to give Lance Errington a power bomb on the entrance ramp, however, Lance Errington desperately backdrops his way out of it, then steps backstage... and returns almost instantly with a metal pipe wrench, as if someone was waiting there to hand it to him.

David Wright Hubbard begins to get to his feet... and Lance Errington NAILS him with the pipe wrench!! David Wright Hubbard is laid out on the entrance ramp, and Lance Errington grabs him and drags him back down to the ring, where Scott Hall's attempt at a belly-to-back superplex on Randy Savage just met with an elbowsmash that knocked Hall off of the turnbuckle, followed up by a flying axhandle from Savage. Lance hits David Wright Hubbard again, square in the forehead with the pipe wrench, busting him open, then carelessly tosses the wrench into the ring in Savage's direction... and he either doesn't seem to notice or just doesn't care that the wrench sailed right past Savage, into Scott Hall's grasp! Scott Hall picks up the pipe wrench and nails Randy Savage right between the eyes with it, then goes for the pin, getting the three count as Lance Errington grabs a chair, heedless of the action inside the ring, and brings it down on David Wright Hubbard's knee!

David Wright Hubbard and Scott Hall defeated Lance Errington and Randy Savage when Hall pinned Savage after hitting him with a pipe wrench in 0:14:38.
Rating: *

The match is over, but not in Lance Errington's mind... he's still bashing the edge of the chair repeatedly into David Wright Hubbard's knee like a crazy man! But Scott Hall's coming over to stop him... and he floors Scott Hall with a blow from the chair as well! Lance Errington continues the attack, hitting David Wright Hubbard in the knee a few more times... and finally the H.A.R.P. Squad's out, restraining him and pulling him back, as some medics come to tend to David Wright Hubbard, who may have a severe knee injury. Lance Errington is single-mindedly focusing on destroying his knee, and it may have paid off here tonight.

David Wright Hubbard's being loaded onto a stretcher, and Lance Errington's being led up the aisle by the H.A.R.P. Squad, smirking at David Wright Hubbard the whole time. But hold on! David Wright Hubbard's physically assaulting the medics, punching at anyone who gets near him! He's rolling off of the stretcher before they can strap him in, and now he has the chair that was just used to attack him!! He's hobbling up the aisle, barely able to walk, and coming after Lance Errington! The H.A.R.P. Squad starts trying to stand in his way... and he's mowing them down with repeated chairshots! Lance Errington tries to turn and run... but he waited a little too long, because David Wright Hubbard just stepped forward and nailed him!!

Lance Errington is down at the top of the entrance ramp, and the H.A.R.P. Squad is giving David Wright Hubbard a lot of space, fearful for their own safety. David Wright Hubbard puts Lance Errington into a power bomb position and picks him up... he breaks into a hobbling run... he's not going to... HOLY SHIT, he did!! He just pitched Lance Errington off of the top of the entrance ramp to the floor at the side! Lance Errington didn't have anything to break his fall... he just got tossed from ten or fifteen feet in the air down onto an unforgiving concrete floor, and he could be seriously injured or dead!! The crowd is cheering loudly and chanting "HOLY SHIT!", and David Wright Hubbard has a cruel, pissed-off smile across his face as he demands a microphone. He gets one... nobody's in the mood to defy him right now.

D.W. Hubbard: Lance, you son of a bitch, if you even survived that... if you still have a little left by the time Deck the Halls gets here, bring what's left of your sorry ass down to the pay-per-view, and I'll finish you off right then and there in a Street Fight. No countouts, no DQ... you want to bring your damn pipe wrench again, be my guest... you can bring some pipe wrenches, monkey wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers, circular saws, whatever the hell you want... bring the whole damn toolbox, for all I care... because all I want is to throw the rules out the window, and maybe you can quit feeling sorry for Erica and start feeling sorry for yourself after I give you the worst damn ass-kicking of your miserable life!!

"War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing, and the crowd cheers as David Wright Hubbard tosses the microphone aside and limps backstage, still heavily favoring his knee. The medical team once sent out for David Wright Hubbard is now tending to Lance Errington, and Scott Hall is leaving the ring area as well, followed shortly thereafter by Randy Savage. Lance Errington may not even make it to Deck the Halls, and if he does, he may not make it out of there without the help of an ambulance.

What could follow seeing something like that? Perhaps a VCW World Title Match... because that's what we're about to see. "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent starts playing, and the crowd explodes into a loud round of boos as "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez comes out of the backstage area, accompanied by Rebecca Black... who still isn't wearing anything but the VCW World Title belt around her breasts. She'll be put in an embarrassing situation if Troy wins the title tonight... so she must have a lot of confidence in Lorenzo Vasquez. Does she know something that the rest of us don't? Oh, no... Lorenzo has the microphone again.

L. Vasquez: Hey, Troy. I know you're due to bring your skinny little queer Goth ass out here soon, but I just want to tell you what's in your future before you even step out here. Just like I did last week, I'm gonna beat your punk ass, and I'm knock you out and pin your for the title... and then I'm gonna break your neck just like Gabriel should have done if he wasn't such a little pussy. Then me and Rebecca are stopping by to visit Melissa... and I've got a little... no, wait... I've got a BIG get-well present in my pants for her... and I'm gonna fuck her hard enough to give her an even worse back injury.

See, Troy... I KNOW how to beat your ass. I learned to wrestle from your old man, and he taught me everything I need to know to kick your pathetic ass. I know every counter for every one of your moves, and what I lack in technical wrestling ability I make up for with my right hand. I've been studying you like a hunter watching his next kill, Troy... and you don't stand a chance. I'm kicking your ass, and I'm walking out of here with this title officially in my name. And then, Crimson... nothing personal, big man, because I respect that you're not a pansy-ass little bitch like most everyone else in VCW... but I'm going to Deck the Halls, and I'm gonna kick your ass too.

What the hell!? Lorenzo Vasquez already has Troy Black wanting to murder him... why the HELL would he want to make him even more angry!? Is this some sort of on-air suicide attempt... or does he have some sort of sinister plan? Is there some truth to the statement that he knows Troy Black well enough to counter his every move? Whatever his plan is, it better be good, because "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica is playing... and as the lights fade to silvery-blue lights, Troy Black wastes no time in charging out of the backstage area and straight for Lorenzo Vasquez! Troy Black has bad intentions on his mind, and this match is beginning as he slides into the ring!

For the VCW World Title:

"The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Troy Black (c)

Troy Black slides into the ring, but Lorenzo Vasquez was waiting on him, and he stomps away at him before he can get up! Vasquez pulls Troy Black up off of the mat, and whips him into the ropes... no, Troy Black reverses it, and runs off the other side... leaping clothesline by Troy Black!! Lorenzo Vasquez gets back up... and takes a kick to the midsection!! And Troy hooks his arms... DOUBLE ARM DDT!!! Rebecca Black is frantic! She jumps up on the apron, screaming bloody murder, trying to distract Troy or the referee... and Troy just turned and punched her right in the mouth!! She falls to the floor, bleeding from the lower lip, as Troy Black pulls Lorenzo Vasquez up... and gives him a SECOND double arm DDT!! He's going up top now... BLACK DAGGER!!! Troy Black just hit the Black Dagger on Lorenzo Vasquez, and he goes for the cover, getting the three count!! He just squashed Lorenzo Vasquez!!

Troy Black pinned Lorenzo Vasquez after the Black Dagger in 0:00:43.
Rating: 1/2*
(Troy Black retained the VCW World Title.)

Troy Black tosses Lorenzo Vasquez's carcass out of the ring, and now he's going out after Rebecca... he grabs her from behind as she starts to get up, and pulls the VCW World Title off of her!! She just barely gets her hands up in front of her chest in time to shield any view of her naked breasts, and runs up the aisle, covering her chest with her hands and arms! She's standing at the top of the entrance ramp, arms covering her breasts, blood dripping from her mouth, yelling "FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK!!" loud enough to be heard clearly even without a microphone. Lorenzo Vasquez staggers up the ramp in a half-drunken-like state, and retreats backstage with Rebecca. The crowd is cheering loudly, and Troy Black grabs a microphone.

T. Black: Now that I've taken care of my light work... after what happened last week, I don't want to wait until Deck the Halls. Crimson, if you're still backstage, I'm calling you out, right here, right now.

The crowd explodes into cheers, and it's not very hard to see why!! Crimson vs. Troy Black!? TONIGHT!? And that's "Walk" by Pantera playing over the arena sound system... and it looks like Crimson's coming out to accept the challenge!! He is!! Crimson steps out of the backstage area, smiling in sadistic disbelief, and slowly strolling down to the ring. He makes his way to the ring area... and Troy Black runs at him, and dives out onto him with a shoulderblock plancha... but Crimson doesn't go down!! He just staggers back a few steps! Troy Black is on his feet, hitting Crimson with a series of punches all over the body and face, but Crimson's just standing there, absorbing them... and he nails Troy Black with a forearm smash!! Troy Black goes down!

Crimson pulls Troy Black up, and whips him towards the ringsteps... but no, Troy Black somehow reverses it, and Crimson goes into the ringsteps, injured knee-first!! He staggers away, holding his knee, but Troy Black isn't letting up... he kicks him in the knee a few times, doubling him over, then hooks his arms... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! And it's on the concrete floor!! Troy Black turns Crimson over and crouches over him, nailing him in the face repeatedly with a series of punches... and unfortunately the H.A.R.P. Squad is out to pull him off, drawing a HUGE round of boos from the crowd. Troy Black is struggling, trying to go forward to get his hands on Crimson, and Crimson is getting up, shaking off the effects of Troy Black's offense... and he charges the H.A.R.P. Squad!! Crimson rushes through the H.A.R.P. Squad, wading through the proverbial sea of humanity, and now he's got his hands on Troy Black! They're trading blows again, and the H.A.R.P. Squad can barely keep them apart!! At Deck the Halls, they WON'T be kept apart at all!! It's only twelve days away, but we're out of time for tonight!! See you next week!!

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