Monday Night Wrestling 01/01/01 (VCW 101)
(taped on 12/27/00)

Welcome to an extra-long edition of VCW Monday Night Wrestling, as we bring you the best wrestling known to man, live from the Pepsi Arena in New York! We've got a great show on hand, as EVERY major singles title in VCW will be defended! Ken Collins will face Jiro Tobikuma for the VCW Television Title in a two-out-of-three falls match, Julian Page faces Tim Bell in a VCW Intercontinental Title match, and Crimson will defend his newly-won VCW World Title against Falcon! In addition, the Wrecking Crew will receive a non-title match against Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Hammer of the Gods! All that, and a lot more, but before the show gets underway, we understand that some very... unusual footage has been picked up, thanks to a hand-held camcorder taken from the possession of Hell's Bikers. Let's take a look...

Shaky Hand-Held Camcorder Footage...

Crimson, Jack Norman, and Butch Manson are shown walking through a lightly wooded area, carrying a coffin and flashlights. The time on the bottom corner of the camcorder indicates that this is roughly 2:00 AM. It would seem that this camcorder has a flashlight feature, because everywhere it turns, a beam of light is shining.

B. Manson: This fucking thing's heavy. Can't we stop carrying it and just bury the son of a bitch here!?

J. Norman: Yeah, here this close to the road!? Grow a damn brain in your head, buddy. Do you WANT to try explaining this to the cops!?

B. Manson: Sure, worry about the cops when this dipshit's getting the whole thing on film anyway. Let's just bury him here.

Crimson: Don't worry about the cops. They're not doing shit. Besides, I got a little pre-dug spot for this, and we're just about there. I was planning to bury that queer cowboy Hubbard... but this is just as good. And don't worry about the camera. We'll just have a little home movie to remember this shit by.

After a little more walking, carrying the coffin, they come to a place where there's a pre-dug pit in the ground, four or five feet deep and just large enough to fit a coffin inside. They stop, and set the coffin down. The holder of the camcorder walks over to the side, and leans a few shovels down against the side of a tree, then walks back over to the coffin. From inside the coffin there comes a loud "THUMP!", then another one.

Crimson: You keep that up, and I'm driving some railroad spikes through the lid of that son of a bitch. I want to bury your ass alive, but I'll bury it dead too. Don't think I won't.

J. Norman: So, we throw him in and shovel dirt on him!?

Crimson: No, dumbass, we throw him in, then put on gay little bonnets and hold hands and dance around the woods like pussies. OF COURSE we throw him in and shovel dirt on him!!

B. Manson: Okay. No sense in standing around flapping our jaws. Give me the damn camera, and go get the shovels, Dick. It's high time I take a break and someone else starts doing the grunt work.

The camera gets handed to Butch Manson, who turns it around on Dick Douglas, the previous holder, then turns back to the coffin and zooms in on it.

B. Manson: Here lies Troy Black. He died a sorry bastard, trapped in a fucking box in the ground after Crimson beat his ass one too many times.

D. Douglas: Okay, which one of you bitches took the shovels!?

The camera turns to look at Dick Douglas, who is standing by the tree that the shovels were leaned against. The shovels are now absent.

J. Norman: What're you talking about!? We've been standing here the whole damn time.

D. Douglas: This shit ain't funny. What'd you dumb shits do with the shovels!?

Crimson: Shut your damn mouth. You were the one who was supposed to carry the shovels here. What the fuck did you do with them!?

D. Douglas: I put them right here, over by this tree. I swear to God. I wouldn't be pulling this kind of shit with you guys. I promise.

Crimson: Then what the fuck happened to them!? Did a bunch of little forest fairies come out and steal them!? You better find the damn shovels, boy... you better find them fast.

Suddenly, a rustling noise is heard from somewhere in the forest.

D. Douglas: What the fuck was that!?

B. Manson: Maybe it was the Shovel Bandits from the Magic Forest, and they're gonna steal your shovels and use them to make lead into gold or some shit. Just hurry up and find the damn shovels, okay!?

Crimson: Hold up. I think someone trailed us and followed us here. There's some dumb son of a bitch watching us. I can tell.

J. Norman: But who the fuck would--

Suddenly, the camera turns in time to see David Wright Hubbard and Scott Hall step forward from behind some brush, carrying the shovels. Jack Norman and Dick Douglas immediately take shots to the head and go down. Crimson rushes them, but gets nailed with the shovels as well, and staggers back before falling down. Butch Manson hesitates, then throws down the camcorder and runs.

J. Norman: It's a fucking ambush! Let's get out of here!!

Footsteps are heard of some people running away, but the sound of shovel heads banging on flesh would appear to indicate that not everyone was so lucky. The camcorder can't really see what's going on from its position on the ground.

D.W. Hubbard: Step back and watch his ass. I'm gonna bust the lock off this coffin.

Scott Hall's boots are seen as he steps back, and the loud sound of the coffin being hit with a shovel is heard several times. The sound of breaking wood fills the air shortly after, and is followed quickly with a thump and high creaking sounds as the lid is thrown open.

T. Black: Where the hell are they!? What's going on!?

D.W. Hubbard: Hold your britches for a second. We got one of them.

Some rustling is heard, and one of Troy Black's boots comes into view as he steps out of the coffin.

T. Black: Just Dick Douglas. Give me a shovel.

S. Hall: Hang on a second, let me get the camera before you go psycho on him.

The camcorder is picked up, and shined at Dick Douglas's fallen body. His eyes start to open, as Troy Black holds the shovel over his throat. The camcorder zooms in on his face.

S. Hall: Any last words for the camera, chico!?

T. Black: I'm giving you ONE chance to save your own neck. Where's Crimson going!?

D. Douglas: Uh... th... the tapings, in New York! He's got a title match! Swear to God!

Troy Black takes the shovel away from his neck and steps back.

T. Black: Get the hell out of my sight before I change my mind about not decapitating you.

Dick Douglas doesn't waste any time in scurrying away from the scene. Troy Black turns to Scott Hall and David Wright Hubbard.

T. Black: Thanks for getting me out of there. Now tell me where I can find a road, because I've got to get to New York.

S. Hall: Hey, we're gonna hit the bars in the Big Apple anyway... we'll just bring you with us.

T. Black: Thanks. Bring that camera too. I've got a plan.

D.W. Hubbard: Then let's hit the road.

Scott Hall reaches up and turns the camcorder off.

That footage was given to us by Scott Hall moments before we went on the air, when he stopped off backstage... and now we understand that a camera has caught up with Troy Black backstage! Word has it that he just arrived a few minutes ago... and I can't imagine he's happy. Let's go straight to that footage now...

Backstage...

Troy Black is walking through the halls backstage, still carrying a shovel, with murderous intent glowing in his green eyes. He's glancing around everywhere, looking for Crimson, and seems to be growing frustrated with his inability to find him. He comes out into a big, open area backstage, with a few ring crew people and other wrestlers such as Stiff Competition, the Technicians, and Ken Collins hanging around backstage. Melissa DelArmeggio is there, and she immediately sees him, and runs over to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

M. DelArmeggio: You're here... thank God you're okay. I was so--

Troy Black shoves her back away from him, and Melissa gives him a confused, hurt look.

T. Black: Is Crimson here!?

M. DelArmeggio: Crimson!? Troy, look at what he's already done to you. You're not gonna--

T. Black: Is he here!?

M. DelArmeggio: No, he hasn't arrived yet. But--

T. Black: You wouldn't lie to me. He's not here yet.

M. DelArmeggio: Troy... I just saw the tape. He tried to bury you alive. He's out of control. Just call the police, and let them handle it.

T. Black: I've got it under control. I'm just waiting for him to get here.

A member of the VCW backstage crew walks up to them.

B. Crew: Melissa, the Super Giant Ninja's out there. It's time for your match. You're on.

M. DelArmeggio: Can it wait?

B. Crew: No, you're due out there, now. They just hit your music.

M. DelArmeggio: Okay. Be right there. Listen, Troy... don't do anything stupid. I have to go. Can I talk to you later?

T. Black: Yeah. Maybe.

M. DelArmeggio: This shouldn't take long. Be back soon, Troy.

Melissa DelArmeggio walks off the scene, headed for the ring area. Troy Black sighs, gripping the handle of the shovel tightly, and staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. As he does, he fails to notice Tony Garcia walking up behind him, with the wooden axe handle.

T. Garcia: Hey, Troy. I've got something for you, punk!

Troy Black turns around, drawing back the shovel to take a swing at Tony Garcia, but Tony was ready for him, and nails him in the gut with the wooden axe handle. Troy Black doubles over, and Tony Garcia nails him again, knocking him to the floor, then stands over him and begins beating the hell out of him with repeated blows from the wooden axe handle. Ken Collins, the Technicians, and a gaggle of backstage crew members swarm Tony Garcia and pull him off of Troy Black, but it would appear that some damage has been done; Troy Black is in a heap on the floor, struggling to get to his feet.

Back in the ring area, "Sad But True" by Metallica is playing, and Melissa DelArmeggio is making her entrance to the ring, unaware of what just took place after she left the backstage area. She's climbing into the ring, where the Super Giant Ninja is already waiting for the next match to begin. A referee enters the ring as well, and we've got a match!

Melissa DelArmeggio

vs.

The Super Giant Ninja

This match turns into a martial arts showdown quickly. The Super Giant Ninja throws a few clumsy attempts at kicks at Melissa, but she avoids them, then breaks him down with a series of kicks to the legs and midsection. The Super Giant Ninja's legs buckle, and Melissa hits a BRUTAL kick to his throat, sending him down. Melissa quickly goes up to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a frog splash, then hooks the leg for the easy three count; the Ninja appears to be totally incapacitated from that kick to the throat.

Melissa DelArmeggio pinned the Super Giant Ninja after a frog splash in 0:00:50.
The Super Giant Ninja suffered a larynx injury. He will be out for approximately 1 month.
Rating: DUD

The Super Giant Ninja rolls out of the ring after being pinned and staggers over to the ringside trainers, clutching at his throat and pointing to it, and they begin leading him backstage for medical attention. Melissa really caught him good... he may be a little hurt. Melissa's about to head backstage as well, no doubt to see Troy, not knowing that he was just attacked by Tony Garcia... but she stops as "Brackish" by Kittie hits the arena sound system! That can only mean one thing...

The crowd boos as Rebecca Black steps out of the backstage area, wearing leather pants and a leather jacket over a white tank top, carrying a microphone. Melissa glares at her from within the ring, knowing that this can't mean any good... but Rebecca Black's just smiling at her from the top of the entrance ramp, looking as unconcerned as could be. She's giving a polite golf clap for the result of the match, and now she raises the microphone to speak to Melissa.

R. Black: Hey, Melissa... good job there. Way to beat the Super Giant Ninja... I mean, he has to be what... ten, twenty times your size? Quite the impressive victory. I'm out here to personally express my gratitude for advancing the cause of our gender in the fine sport of professional... oh, who am I kidding!? I'm just out here to make your life a little more difficult. But first, I'll do you a favor. I'll show you what happened to Troy while you were out here jerking the curtain with the Super Giant Ninja. Roll the tape from backstage.

The tape's rolling, and Melissa's staring up at the ViolenTron, as we see footage from moments ago...

Moments ago...

M. DelArmeggio: This shouldn't take long. Be back soon, Troy.

Melissa DelArmeggio walks off the scene, headed for the ring area. Troy Black sighs, gripping the handle of the shovel tightly, and staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. As he does, he fails to notice Tony Garcia walking up behind him, with the wooden axe handle.

T. Garcia: Hey, Troy. I've got something for you, punk!

Troy Black turns around, drawing back the shovel to take a swing at Tony Garcia, but Tony was ready for him, and nails him in the gut with the wooden axe handle. Troy Black doubles over, and Tony Garcia nails him again, knocking him to the floor, then stands over him and begins beating the hell out of him with repeated blows from the wooden axe handle. Ken Collins, the Technicians, and a gaggle of backstage crew members swarm Tony Garcia and pull him off of Troy Black, but it would appear that some damage has been done; Troy Black is in a heap on the floor, struggling to get to his feet.

Back in the ring, Melissa is staring at the ViolenTron in a combination of anger and horror. She quickly grabs a microphone from some ring crew guy at ringside.

M. DelArmeggio: What was that for!? He's been through enough lately. Isn't it enough that you sent Strahd to help Crimson beat him!? Isn't it enough that he was almost buried alive last night!? I don't know what more you want, but just leave us alone already!

R. Black: Well... maybe it would have been enough if Crimson really HAD buried him alive last night... but hell, even then we probably would have dug him up to beat his ass a few more times. As far as what we want, that's easy... we want to run Troy out of VCW, and to be honest we don't want you or Gabriel around here either. Now, Gabriel... Tony Garcia already took his head off at Deck the Halls 2000, and I don't think he'll be back. But you and Troy still need to learn what's good for you before history repeats itself.

But, since you're not smart enough to do that, I've given you a little motivation. You're facing Gwen Frye in a Hardcore Cage Match when we get all interpromotional with SMCW, and assuming Troy makes it through the night, he's going to work the main event, and let Strahd finish the job he started at Deck the Halls. I mean, all due respect and all that crap, but Tony and Lorenzo are getting a little tired of kicking your asses, so we're gonna let the SMCW folks do it for us. Unless, of course, you're kind enough to save them the trouble and run screaming into the hills right now. Go on... run for your fucking life. It's the best thing you can do right now.

M. DelArmeggio: What about YOU!? Not Gwen, not Tony or Lorenzo... you. Why don't you get in here with me and try to make me run!?

R. Black: Hold on a second. I know you think you're hardcore and all that because you got in your backyard and practiced the stuff from the Shawn Michaels ladder match a couple times, and maybe your daddy was even nice enough to pay for kickboxing lessons for you. But I'm Sean Black's daughter. "Superstar" Sean FUCKING Black. I was born, raised, and trained to kick ass. When I was ten years old, I was down in my dad's basement giving grown men wrestling lessons. I don't have the time to waste on some Valley Girl who can't decide if she wants to pretend to be Chuck Norris or Shawn Michaels.

M. DelArmeggio: I just think you don't want to step in here with me and get kicked so hard my bootlaces end up stuck in your teeth.

R. Black: Is that supposed to scare me? Just shut the fuck up, Melissa. Let's see you survive your match with Gwen Frye first. I'm not even going to make you do something we know you can't, and beat her... just crawl out of that cage in one piece after the smoke clears, and then maybe you can have a piece of me.

M. DelArmeggio: Don't worry about that. You should worry a little more about explaining to the SMCW people why Gwen ended up beaten within an inch of her life because of a match that was your idea.

R. Black: We'll see what happens when you actually step inside that cage with her. And don't try to act tough, Melissa... you're not very good at it. Have fun, and say "Hi" to Gwen for me before she ends your career this Sunday.

"Brackish" by Kittie begins playing again, and Rebecca Black turns and steps backstage, leaving Melissa standing in the ring, staring after her. Melissa seems like she'd love a chance to get her hands on Rebecca Black, but before that can happen, she has to survive a match with Gwen Frye. She's heading backstage now, no doubt to check on Troy, but thoughts of Gwen Frye and the Hardcore Cage Match this Sunday have to be somewhere in the back of her mind as well.

"Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers is playing now, and here come Virginia and Arthur Justice, of Administration X. Virginia narrowly escaped revenge from Johnny Smiles at Deck the Halls, and Arthur ended up taking the fall instead. She's got a clipboard and a microphone in hand as she comes to the ring, and that's just not a good sign. They enter the ring and do X-shaped crotch chops for the crowd, getting boos in response, before Virginia turns and grabs a microphone.

Virginia: You know... maybe some of you don't agree with the rulings I make as Commissioner... maybe you don't understand how hard it is to have so much responsibility on your shoulders. But one thing that we might agree on, is that trying to bury somebody alive is taking things too far. And maybe the fair thing to do would be to punish Crimson and Hell's Bikers... maybe with a fine, or a suspension, or some interesting stipulations for his match with Falcon tonight.

The crowd gives a lukewarm pop to that announcement; it appears that Virginia has certain lines that she won't cross.

Virginia: But that's not gonna happen tonight. Sorry!

Once again, the boos of the fans fill the air. Fairness? From Virginia? We should have known better.

Virginia: First of all, as VCW Commissioner, I'd like to officially say that I am impressed with the Ontario Color Show. No, I'm more than impressed, I'm amazed. After beating Stiff Competition in a two-out-of-three falls match last night, they've earned their shot. Oh, yes... they've earned their shot at becoming number-one contenders, and they'll get that shot when they face me and Arthur Justice in a number-one contenders match tonight!

The boos of the crowd get even louder. Come on, already! Owen Addison pinned Rob Solomon in the six-man tag team match at Deck the Halls, and they defeated Stiff Competition in a two-out-of-three falls match, in addition to providing a strong showing last month. What have Arthur Justice and Virginia done in tag team competition lately, other than losing to Johnny Smiles and Ken Collins!?

Virginia: But wait... I'm not done yet. Last night, Moy Lazzario called Arthur Justice, the real Rookie Sensation of VCW, a talentless jackass... and now evidently he's friends with Johnny Smiles all of the sudden. Well, I think it's best we break him of these habits... or maybe we'll just break him instead. Moy Lazzario, Johnny... since you're such good friends all of the sudden, you shouldn't mind teaming up against Big Trouble tonight. So that's what you'll do. I know, Johnny, you need practice teaming up with a totally useless moron against two dominating monsters, to prepare for your match with Naveed against Skarzz and Crimson this Sunday... so here you go. You can thank me later.

Virginia's trying to soften Johnny up here, and punish Moy Lazzario in the same stroke, by feeding them both to Big Trouble tonight! The crowd doesn't like this at all, but from Virginia's confident smile, it doesn't look like it's over yet.

Virginia: And finally, Ken Collins... after you made Arthur Justice tap out at Deck the Halls, I've got a newfound respect for you, too. Well, tonight, you've got your big shot at the VCW Television Title. Don't worry, I'm not taking it away from you... I'm not even adding any unfair stipulations. It's not in my best interests to do that, because the last thing I need is Jiro Tobikuma leaving for SJPW with the VCW Television Title. I'm trying to help. And I decided you could use a nice, fun warm-up match, just a little light work to get your heart pumping. So you've got a warm-up match, Ken. You've got a warm-up HANDICAP match against the Manhunters, set to take place right before you face Jiro Tobikuma.

WHAT!? That's INSANE! The Manhunters aren't going to leave anything left for Jiro Tobikuma if they get to face Ken Collins in a handicap match! The crowd's booing, and giving her a loud chant of "BULLSHIT". She waits for it to die down a little before continuing.

Virginia: And, of course, if I'm forced to strip Jiro Tobikuma of the VCW Television Title due to his imminent departure, then I'll simply have no choice but to award the title to the current number-one contender... myself.

Okay, in what parallel universe is Virginia the number-one contender for the VCW Television Title!? When was the last time she even wrestled a singles match at all!? The crowd's booing, but suddenly the ViolenTron flickers on...

K. Collins: That's not gonna happen, Virginia.

The ViolenTron shows Ken Collins, Jiro Tobikuma, and Stacey Lockman standing backstage over the fallen bodies of the Manhunters. Ken Collins has a steel chair in his hands. The crowd goes wild with cheers, and Virginia's jaw drops as she looks up at the ViolenTron and sees her plans pretty much ruined.

K. Collins: The Manhunters aren't in any condition for a warm-up match tonight. In fact, I'd get the trainers back here to make sure they don't have a concussion or two. So it looks like that warm-up match won't happen tonight.

J. Tobikuma: Virginia... I won't let you ruin my last match here. Whether I leave here as VCW Television Champion or not, I will leave VCW after giving all the fans one more great match, a man-to-man confrontation with Ken Collins, without any of your help.

Virginia's not looking happy about this at all. She had wanted to punish Ken Collins, and not only will that not happen, but his opponent for the evening, Jiro Tobikuma, has taken his side against her!

K. Collins: And just for old times' sake, I'm sure that all these people in New York have two words for you...

The crowd yells "BLOW ME!" at Virginia and Arthur Justice as Ken Collins does a crotch-chop at them from the ViolenTron. Ken Collins, Stacey Lockman, and Jiro Tobikuma walk away as the ViolenTron fades out, but "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing over the arena sound system even in his absence. Virginia and Arthur Justice begin heading backstage, as Virginia visibly complains about what just happened, and Arthur Justice tries to console her.

After they've left, "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, bringing out "Doctor" Dave Adams and Main Street Pete, along with Nurse Vivacia. Just last night, they suffered a humiliating loss to the Middle-Aged Outlaws... thanks in no small part to Stiff Competition. They're coming to the ring with a purpose, and Dave Adams grabs a microphone.

D. Adams: Normally, I like to come out here and talk about the ladies... but tonight, here in New York, I'm here to talk about Stiff Competition. Maybe they're just a little mad that we beat them in less than half a minute at Deck the Halls, or maybe they're just too stupid to know better than to tangle with us again... but last night, they stuck their noses in our business for the last time. Stiff Competition, get out here, and if you have a problem, we'll settle it right NOW.

Wow. Strong words from "Doctor" Dave Adams... until you consider the fact that Dean Sanders is booked to face Lorenzo Vasquez tonight, and as a result Stiff Competition won't be able to accept a match. Then again, there's nothing to stop them from just coming down to give Dave Adams and Main Street Pete a good, old-fashioned beating. In fact, "War Machine" by KISS begins playing right now, and the crowd erupts into cheers! Here comes Bass Rogers, without Dean Sanders; does he intend to answer the challenge singlehandedly!?

B. Rogers: My partner's busy tonight, beating Lorenzo Vasquez's punk ass, so he ain't gonna be able to help me out none. But that's all right, because I'm here to tear up both you punks singlehanded-style like the mean old bastard that I am!!

D. Adams: Bass Rogers... you're a lot like the women here in New York. You're so ugly and hairy and smelly that I don't want anything to do with you. But if you want to get embarrassed again, just step into the ring with us, and we'll be happy to show the whole world that you're nothing but a musclebound lardass. And when I beat you, when we have you down on the ground, screaming in pain, just like all of the women in this crowd screaming because they'll never get a chance to know what a sexual phenomenon I really am, then just like everybody else, you'll know that it was foretold that Dave Adams and Main Street Pete are the greatest wrestlers in the world, and the greatest tag team in the world. So come and get it, big man.

Bass Rogers isn't wasting any time... he's charging to the ring to do just that! He slides in, under the ropes... and Dave Adams and Main Street Pete are on him, flailing away at him before he can even get up! A referee enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this is now a handicap match, and it's officially underway!

Bass Rogers

vs.

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

Dave Adams and Main Street Pete flail away at Bass Rogers for a while, but find it difficult to cause him any serious damage. After absorbing their offense for a while, Bass Rogers comes back, drilling both of his adversaries with heavy offense, and knocking them both across the ring. A low blow from Dave Adams cuts his offense short, however, and Dave Adams and Main Street Pete begin dominating him again, wearing away at Bass Rogers. Dave Adams hits a DDT and covers, but only gets two. They go for the spike piledriver again, but this time Bass Rogers backdrops Dave Adams before he can be picked up, then goes berserk again, handing out a vicious beating to both opponents again. Bass Rogers eventually grabs Dave Adams and presses him over his head, then tosses him out of the ring, onto Nurse Vivacia at ringside, before grabbing Main Street Pete, drilling him with a power bomb in the middle of the ring, and getting three.

Handicap-Match:
Bass Rogers defeated Dave Adams and Main Street Pete when B. Rogers pinned M.S. Pete after a power bomb in 0:06:04.
Rating: DUD

Unbelievable! After being beaten in under half a minute at Deck the Halls, Bass Rogers has crushed Dave Adams and Main Street Pete singlehandedly, just as he had promised to do! This makes a STRONG case that their meeting at Deck the Halls was a fluke. "Doctor" Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia are retreating backstage, but Main Street Pete is laid out in the ring, completely helpless... and Bass Rogers isn't done with him! He picks him up, and blasts him into the mat with another power bomb! And now he's going up to the top turnbuckle... MOONSAULT!! Bass Rogers just crushed Main Street Pete, and he's leaving the ring, as a medical crew comes out for Main Street Pete. After taking two massive power bombs and the Moonsault from well over three hundred pounds of Bass Rogers, Main Street Pete may have some damage to the ribs or spine.

Hold on... our new backstage interviewer, Ziggy Adderloaf, has caught up to Falcon, the challenger in tonight's match for the VCW World Title. Let's go backstage and see what he has to say regarding his match tonight.

Backstage Interview:

Falcon and Lady Erica Whitmore are sitting backstage, each with a can of Schlitz in one hand. Falcon looks about as cool and unconcerned as ever, so much so that it would make one wonder if he even knows he's facing Crimson tonight. Erica, wearing a T-shirt and mini-skirt instead of her usual evening gown, looks equally relaxed. Ziggy Adderloaf seems a little confused as he approaches them.

Z. Adderloaf: Hi, guys.

Falcon: Hey, Ziggy. What's up?

Z. Adderloaf: Well, I was just wondering... you've got this match with Crimson tonight, you know, and--

Falcon: Yeah... I know. The way it looks to me, evidently somebody in the booking committee has it in for me. As a matter of fact, I know for a fact that there's SOMEBODY in the BOOKING COMMITTEE that wants nothing more than to see me laid out, flat on my back, night after night, until I'm reduced to opening the cards against Russel Taylor and Main Street Pete. So they book me against Crimson tonight. And they book me against the Grave Digger in SMCW next Sunday. Somebody wants to see me get beat up. In fact... take a look at this.

Falcon takes off his leather jacket, then pulls off his shirt, revealing that he has tape wrapped around his lower midsection.

Falcon: See that? Chris Champlain did that to me at Deck the Halls. Something's probably compressed or compacted or bruised or fractured in my back, and now I'm booked to face Crimson and the Grave Digger. Somebody wants to see me get beat up again. But you know what? That's fine. I'm sure you've heard all that shit about taking lemons and making lemonade or whatever they say. So tonight, after I finish drinking my medicine here... I'm going out there, and I'm gonna do what Tony Garcia couldn't do, what Troy Black couldn't do... I'm gonna knock out Crimson and pin him for the VCW World Title. And then, when I take on the Grave Digger... with all due respect to SMCW, they'd better not get too used to having an SMCW Triple Crown Title, because after I beat Crimson for the VCW World Title, and after I beat the Grave Digger... it's gonna be the VCW Quadruple Crown World Title, and I'm gonna be the champion.

Z. Adderloaf: Falcon, we're talking about Crimson here, dude. We're talking about the VCW World Champion, you know? We're talking about the man who tried to bury Troy Black alive, the man who's destroyed four or five opponents single-handedly. You seem to be a little TOO confident here, don't you think?

Falcon: You're not reminding me of anything, Ziggy. I know what Crimson's capable of. I know what he's all about. At the Big Fight, it was me and him, one-on-one, when the dust settled... and I got my ass kicked. After ninety fucking minutes earning my spot in that ring, he threw me out, just like that. And at Random Casualties, the match was made. No countout. No disqualification. No time limit. I hit him with everything I had... and once again, I got my ass kicked. I know Crimson now, and I know it won't happen three times. And that's how I know that I'm walking out of there with the title, bad back or no bad back.

Z. Adderloaf: Moving onto the Grave Digger, then. What makes you so sure that--

Lance Errington walks into the locker room, nudging Ziggy Adderloaf aside, and moves to stand in front of Lady Erica Whitmore.

L. Errington: There you are. I've been meaning to ask you about us. Do you think... wait, wait. What're you doing dressed like that, drinking cheap American beer!?

L.E. Whitmore: I'm sitting in while Ziggy interviews Falcon, that's what I'm doing. Listen... we can speak later. This isn't a good time. There's an interview taking place right now.

L. Errington: But... but Erica... listen to me. You're supposed to be a member of the American aristocracy, a lady of class and dignity, and here you are dressed like... like a filthy prostitute, drinking cheap American booze manufactured from fermented horse urine! What's gotten into you!?

L.E. Whitmore: Lance... speaking of horses... you can get down off the high horse, please. I'll dress as I like, drink what I like, and do what I like, thank you all the same.

Falcon: Yeah, if you think that's something, you should see the belly button ring. But hey, I can overlook the fact that you went psycho and tried to kill David Wright Hubbard and his wife... I mean, I did the same thing about a year back, so who am I to judge? I can even overlook the fact that you kind of hated my guts for a while back when I had the VCW World Title, because I know how it is. You get jealous sometimes. Anyway, a friend of Erica's is a friend of mine. Sit down, have some cheap American booze, and maybe you can throw in some of your expert insight on this interview.

Falcon's only making Lance Errington angrier, and he knows it; it's obvious that he's intentionally pushing his buttons.

L. Errington: First of all, unlike you, Erica would never intentionally drive a hole through her body to put in some tacky jewelry. And...

Lance Errington trails off as Lady Erica Whitmore raises her T-shirt slightly to expose a ring in her navel. Lance Errington stares in horror at it, as if he scarcely believes what he sees.

L.E. Whitmore: There's another one I could show you, but it's a bit private. I must request that they turn the cameras off first.

Lance Errington turns to Falcon, even angrier than before.

L. Errington: This is your doing, you filthy street punk! What sort of ideas have you been putting in her head!?

Falcon: You know... why don't you just mind your business? In case you can't tell, I'm under kind of a lot of pressure right now, and the last thing I need is some know-it-all like you bitching at me because Erica decided to do something without okaying it with the great and mighty Lance Errington first.

L. Errington: You've got a lot of nerve, you son of a bitch. You think you're under pressure? This'll cool your ass off!

Lance Errington grabs the beer out of Falcon's hand and sloshes it in his face. Falcon stands up, dripping with beer, and stares right into Lance's eyes. Lance Errington seems a little uncomfortable, and takes a step back, but Falcon matches it with a step forward.

Falcon: Listen, Lance... I may have a bad back, and I may have a match with Crimson later on tonight, but I don't back down from anybody. If you want to start trouble... go ahead and start it right now, and I'll finish it.

L. Errington: No... not in front of Erica. Listen, Erica, you have my sincerest apologies for this. I'll come to see you at a more convenient time.

Lance Errington steps back a few steps, hesitating slightly, then turns and leaves the room. Falcon just stares after him for several seconds, then turns to Ziggy.

Falcon: I think this interview's over.

Z. Adderloaf: Um... yeah. No problem. Thanks for your time.

Wow. Falcon definitely seems confident... but it's also looking like there may be problems brewing between him and Lance Errington. If that doesn't impede his focus, he could indeed have a good shot against Crimson tonight; he made a valid point about having plenty of experience facing him.

Back in the ring, "War Machine" by KISS is playing again, and this time it's Dean Sanders coming to the ring. Bass Rogers defeated both Dave Adams and Main Street Pete in a handicap match earlier tonight, and now Dean Sanders has a match with Lorenzo Vasquez, one-on-one. He enters the ring, and rolls his neck and shoulders to loosen up for a fight.

Now "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent is playing, and here comes "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez, along with Rebecca Black. After a successful start in VCW, he's faltered a little bit recently in matches against Troy Black, Jiro Tobikuma, and Ken Collins. He plants a sloppy kiss on Rebecca Black, then turns and enters the ring, giving Dean Sanders the finger. Dean Sanders responds by rushing him and tackling him to the mat, then drilling him with a series of punches! A referee enters the ring, calling for the bell, and the match begins!

"The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Dean Sanders

After pummelling Lorenzo Vasquez on the mat for a few seconds, Dean Sanders begins working on his leg, stomping, kicking, elbowing, and pulling at it to soften it up for the figure-four. Dean Sanders dominates for a few minutes with legwork and wrestling takedowns and suplexes, and Lorenzo Vasquez's attempts at counters all meet with counter-counters by Dean Sanders, as he shows his superior technical wrestling ability. But when Dean Sanders tosses Lorenzo Vasquez out of the ring and goes to brawl with him there, it proves to be a mistake, because Lorenzo Vasquez is able to regain control with a low blow. He then proceeds to ram Dean Sanders head-first into the steps, a ringpost, the announcers' table, and a guardrail before giving bringing him back in.

Lorenzo Vasquez goes on the offensive back in the ring, wearing out Dean Sanders's arm in preparation for the Barcelona Armbar, and passing the time in between arm attacks by tossing Dean Sanders into a corner and beating him up. After enduring this for a few minutes, Dean Sanders becomes angry, and grabs Lorenzo Vasquez and tosses HIM into the corner, then begins delivering a series of stiff chops with a side order of potatoes, but they're somewhat less effective because his right arm, his primary arm, has been weakened. Dean Sanders goes back on the offensive, wearing out the leg and taking him down with some thundering slams. But when Dean Sanders hits a power bomb, then goes for the flying elbowdrop, Lorenzo Vasquez rolls out of the way, and Dean Sanders wipes out.

Lorenzo Vasquez goes back on the offense, tearing into Dean Sanders's arm some more, then taking him down with a piledriver. Lorenzo Vasquez sets him up on top and hits a superplex for two and a half, takes Dean Sanders down with the tiger suplex... but his weakened knee gives out at two and three-quarters, collapsing his bridge. Lorenzo Vasquez gets up, and goes for an armbar takedown, but Dean Sanders grabs a handful of his long, greasy hair with his free hand and pulls him out of position, then into a jawbreaker. Dean Sanders follows that with a kneebreaker, and now he's putting on the Figure-Four Leglock! And the referee goes to ask Lorenzo Vasquez for a submission... and Dean Sanders grabs the ropes!

With Dean Sanders grabbing the ropes, Lorenzo Vasquez is unable to turn his way out of the hold, or fight his way out of it, and appears to be ready to tap out at any second... but then Rebecca Black reaches into the ring, sinks her nails into Dean Sanders's face, and pulls away sharply, tearing at his face! Dean Sanders releases the hold, clutching at his face, then takes his hands away to reveal several bleeding scratches down his face. He turns to Rebecca Black and reaches out after her... but Lorenzo Vasquez comes from behind and nails him with a low blow! Dean Sanders turns around, doubled over... and Lorenzo Vasquez catches him in a single-arm DDT, then floats over into the Barcelona Armbar!! Dean Sanders struggles for a while, trying to reach the ropes... but eventually taps out!

Lorenzo Vasquez made Dean Sanders submit to the Barcelona Armbar in 0:10:12.
Rating: ** 3/4

Lorenzo Vasquez rolls out of the ring and begins limping backstage, with Rebecca Black at his side. Dean Sanders gave him a good fight, but thanks to some interference from Rebecca Black, Lorenzo Vasquez has stolen the victory. Dean Sanders also heads backstage shortly later, clutching his arm in pain. Unlike his partner, his night wasn't so successful.

Now, we understand that Ziggy Adderloaf is backstage for another interview, this time with the Ontario Color Show. Let's go to that interview now, and give Ziggy another chance...

Backstage Interview:

The Ontario Color Show, Paul Canyon and Owen Addison, are shown standing backstage, ready for action. Jennie is strangely absent, but Ziggy Adderloaf isn't; he's standing right there with them, to get the interview.

Z. Adderloaf: So, Ontario Color Show... tonight, you thought you were the number-one contenders to the VCW World Tag Team Titles, but Virginia and Arthur Justice say you have to get through them first. What's your reaction to that?

O. Addison: I swear... if it's not one thing, it's another. For the past few weeks, they've been finding some bullshit excuse to keep us that much further away from the VCW World Tag Team Titles. And every week, we break past it. This week is no exception. Virginia and Arthur Justice may be impressive bodybuilders, but they're not great wrestlers. And tonight, they're facing the top tag team in VCW in a wrestling match. At Deck the Halls, it was the Hammer of the Gods themselves... last night, it was Stiff Competition, and tonight, to officially put it on paper, we're beating Virginia and Arthur Justice to earn the number-one contenders' spots that should have been ours a long time ago.

P. Canyon: Arthur, Virginia... you can't hold us back forever. You may be Administration X, with all your backstage power and authority, but this isn't about what goes on backstage... it's what goes on in the ring... and in the ring, the Ontario Color Show are all about taking control.

Z. Adderloaf: Thanks for your time, guys, and good luck in your match!

P. Canyon: Thanks a lot, Ziggy. No problem.

The Ontario Color Show members turn and leave the scene, headed for the entrance to the ringside area.

Virginia and Arthur Justice are already in the ring as we come back, mocking the interview that just took place on the ViolenTron and preparing for a fight. Now "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica begins playing, and here come Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, the Ontario Color Show. The winners of this match will be the number-one contenders for the VCW World Tag Team Titles... and they're not going to waste any time! The Ontario Color Show just hit the ring, and the match is on!

Number-One Contenders' Match:

Ontario Color Show

vs.

Administration X (Arthur Justice & Virginia)

After a brief two-on-two brawl, the match gets settled down, with only one legal person in the ring at all times. Virginia and Paul Canyon start, and Virginia goes down to a flurry of dropkicks, then several mat takedowns as well, before getting frustrated and tagging in Arthur Justice. Paul Canyon gives him the same treatment, then tags in Owen Addison, for the sidewalk slam/inverted DDT combo on Arthur Justice. Owen Addison works over Arthur Justice's neck for a while, but Arthur Justice backdrops his way out of a DDT attempt, then brings in Virginia.

Virginia and Arthur Justice take turns tagging in and out, working over Owen Addison with power moves for a few minutes, but eventually Owen counters a power bomb attempt by Virginia with a Frankensteiner, then brings in Paul Canyon with a tag. Paul Canyon takes Virginia down with more of his fast-paced offense, culminating in a leaping running forearm smash followed by a pin attempt for two. Paul Canyon puts on a headlock and starts to pull her to their corner, but Virginia stops that with a low blow, then takes him down with a belly-to-back suplex.

Now, once again, Virginia and Arthur Justice take control, taking turns beating on Paul Canyon for a few minutes. When Paul Canyon seems to be severely weakened, Arthur Justice puts him down with a chokeslam, then goes up to the top for a flying shoulderblock, but Paul Canyon side-steps it after getting up. Arthur Justice turns around, trying to compensate for his error by catching Paul Canyon... but all he catches is a savate kick to the jaw, and Paul Canyon makes the tag to Owen Addison.

Owen Addison comes in off the hot tag and hands quick dropkicks and takedowns out to everybody. A savate kick sends Arthur Justice toppling over the top rope, and Virginia is left alone with Owen Addison, who takes her down with a swift kick and a DDT. Paul Canyon picks her up on his shoulders as Owen Addison goes up top, and Virginia falls victim to the elevated flying somersault neckbreaker... but when Owen Addison goes for the cover, the referee reminds him that Virginia's not legal. Fortunately for them, at that moment Arthur Justice comes in. He rushes Owen Addison and takes him down with a clothesline, then poses... not noticing as Paul Canyon goes up top behind him. He turns around, right into a flying dropkick from Paul Canyon! And Owen Addison picks him up... TOMBSTONE!! Arthur Justice is down, Owen Addison is going for the pin, and he gets the three count!

Number-One Contenders Match:
The Ontario Color Show defeated Administration X (Virginia & Arthur Justice) when O. Addison pinned Justice with the Tombstone in 0:11:34.
Rating: * 3/4

Now it's official, on paper... the Ontario Color Show IS the team holding the number-one contenders' spot, and are now first in line for a shot at Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, and the VCW World Tag Team Titles! The Ontario Color Show remain in the ring to pose for the crowd, then head backstage, with the crowd still cheering for them. Virginia stares after them with disgust, and gives them an X-shaped crotch chop as they disappear backstage, then helps Arthur Justice to his feet and helps him backstage.

Before we go to our next match, we've received notice that Troy Black is still in the building, and has refused medical attention. In fact, a camera is present, listening in on what could turn out to be a very interesting conversation. Let's go to that now, thanks as always to the Big Brother Production Team.

Backstage:

Troy Black is sitting backstage in his locker room, with his shirt off. Several dark, ugly bruises are covering his chest, no doubt from his beating earlier from Tony Garcia. Melissa DelArmeggio is with him, talking to him, but Troy still has the shovel, and he's gripping it tightly, as if in anticipation of using it.

M. DelArmeggio: Just think about this for a second. You spent last night in a coffin, and it looks like Tony Garcia might have really hurt you. Gabriel's still not healthy... and there's only so much I can do. This is a BAD idea, Troy.

T. Black: I didn't come to the arena tonight to get attacked by Tony Garcia, then decide this was all a bad idea. The day I decide not to stand up and fight back is the day that I really do belong in a coffin. Tonight, I'll take care of Tony Garcia in the ring. And just so I don't get more on Falcon's bad side than I already am, I'll let him have his match with Crimson... but after that's over, win, lose, or draw... I'm coming down there, and bringing the shovel.

M. DelArmeggio: Troy... if you REALLY want to fight Crimson, at least do it one-on-one, in a sanctioned match... for my sake. We can't keep letting things escalate in backstage brawls and street fights. There are more of them than us. They'll win. So go ahead and take a match with Tony Garcia tonight... and I've got a plan for how you can get your hands on Crimson, one-on-one.

T. Black: I'll hear you out... but let's go talk somewhere else. Somewhere where there isn't a camera.

Melissa turns and looks at the camera, somewhat startled by its presence.

M. DelArmeggio: Sure.

Melissa DelArmeggio and Troy Black get up and leave the room, leaving the camera behind.

Troy Black's going to fight Tony Garcia, tonight!? It's a good thing that Melissa may have talked him out of fighting Crimson, because it's bad enough to have to face Tony Garcia, especially after taking a beating like Troy did earlier in the evening. But a valid point was made... it would seem that there are too many people who would like to see Troy Black taken out of VCW for good. And we know that Tony Garcia, Rebecca Black, and Lorenzo Vasquez are all in the building...

But right now, Johnny Smiles and Moy Lazzario are about to arrive in the ring area, as "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing over the arena sound system. And here they come, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd. It's a good bet that most of those cheers are for Johnny, but for whatever reason he decided to come to the aid of Moy Lazzario last night after he was attacked by Arthur Justice, and now it appears that they're allies. In any event, they'll have to work together tonight, because Virginia has booked them in a match against Big Trouble. They enter the ring, and Johnny Smiles grabs a microphone.

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!!

The crowd sings along and cheers for him.

J. Smiles: Now, I know what you're thinking. Moy Lazzario is a born loser, a blabbering nut case who likes to hear himself talk, who has a bunch of phrases he always says that don't make any sense at all, and he stole all his best moves from other wrestlers. So, as you can see, we've got a lot in common, and I think we're gonna get along great!

The crowd cheers again as Johnny pauses briefly.

J. Smiles: But we've got one other thing in common. We've had problems with Virginia and Arthur Justice. At Deck the Halls, Virginia... I gave you another chance. You fool me once, shame on you. You fool me twice, shame on me. You fool me three times... well, I forget what happens then, but I'll bet it's pretty bad. But sometimes, bad things have to happen.

See, I never thought I'd meet a girl like you, Virginia. And the idea of hurting one hair on your head is like the idea of tearing a copy of the first issue of Spider-Man in half, or blowing up the life-size super Lego fortress I've been working on in my backyard since I was fifteen. I just can't bring myself to hurt something I care about so much. The problem is, Virginia, that you're not a girl like you anymore. You're a girl like someone else. Someone mean. Someone I don't like. So at Wrestlewar, I want a match with you... and when I beat you, it's gonna hurt you more than it's gonna hurt me.

But right now, we've got a match with Big Trouble. I heard those two words a lot when I was younger... and okay, to tell the truth I still do. But anyway, the point is that I'm no stranger to Big Trouble, even if they happen to be Georgie Gonzalez and Ron Reese. So come on, Moy Lazzario, let's fight some people who are bigger and stronger than us!

Georgie Gonzalez!? Ahh, never mind. "Gor-Gor" by GWAR begins playing, and Johnny Smiles and Moy Lazzario are standing ready in the ring, as Big Trouble, the team of Georg... er, Jorge Gonzalez and Ron Reese come out of the backstage area, once again without Stormy Weathers. They enter the ring, and a referee's calling for the bell to begin this match!

Johnny Smiles & Moy Lazzario

vs.

Big Trouble

Johnny Smiles takes the advantage early on, fending off his opponents with quick moves and dodging their attempts at retaliation, but not really hurting them much. After a few minutes of success, he tags in Moy Lazzario, who does the same thing, but doesn't last as long before Ron Reese clobbers him and Big Trouble takes over. They unload on Moy Lazzario with slow-moving, mind-numbingly-boring offense. Johnny Smiles even starts a chant of "BORING!" from the crowd, getting dirty looks from Jorge Gonzalez and Ron Reese, but causing Moy Lazzario to accidentally crack a smile instead of selling the beating that he's taking. He quickly catches himself and manages to twist it into a grimace of pain, however.

After an eternity of slow, boring domination by Big Trouble, Jorge Gonzalez goes for the Clawslam on Moy Lazzario, but Moy Lazzario counters with a facerake, then nails Jorge Gonzalez with a series of dropkicks. When he has him teetering on the brink of going down, Moy Lazzario runs into the ropes, then nails him with a Thesz press... but Jorge Gonzalez catches him, just barely staying on his feet! But Moy Lazzario pounds on his face a few times while in his grasp... and Jorge Gonzalez, caught off guard, goes down! Jorge Gonzalez gets up... and Moy Lazzario hits a kick to the midsection, then an Ace Crusher, and tags in Johnny Smiles!

Johnny Smiles goes up to the top turnbuckle, and comes off to nail Jorge Gonzalez with a flying clothesline, taking him off his feet! Ron Reese comes in... and Johnny Smiles stops him in his tracks with a series of kicks to the midsection, then a DDT! Moy Lazzario goes up top next, and comes off with a flying dropkick as Jorge Gonzalez gets up! He staggers back... right into a roll up from Johnny! The referee goes down to count, and Johnny gets three!

Johnny Smiles and Moy Lazzario defeated Big Trouble when J. Smiles pinned Jorge Gonzalez after an inside cradle in 0:10:05.
Rating: -**

As Johnny's friends, the Heavy Metal Express, would say, that match totally blew us away, except for the part about "us" and "away". But the crowd's cheering anyway, celebrating another victory for Johnny Smiles, as he rolls out of the ring, along with Moy Lazzario. Both members of Big Trouble are getting back up in the ring, and Johnny Smiles has a microphone...

J. Smiles: Look, everybody! I did it! I beat Georgie Gonzalez!!

The crowd cheers, and Jorge Gonzalez turns to Johnny Smiles and Moy Lazzario and begins to go after them, but they're too fast, quickly dropping the microphone and fleeing to the backstage area as the crowd continues to cheer them on. Jorge Gonzalez and Ron Reese exchange a grumpy look, obviously less than thrilled with losing, and begin heading backstage as well.

"Domination" by Pantera begins playing next, and here come Blade and John Uldwall, the Wrecking Crew. They've got a match with the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, tonight. It's a non-title match, but the Wrecking Crew has to be considered one of the top-ranking tag teams in VCW, and if they can earn a victory here, they'll have to be in top contention for the VCW World Tag Team Titles, right behind the Ontario Color Show. They enter the ring, and they're looking ready for a fight, as always.

Now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, bringing forth the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Hammer of the Gods. With them is the VCW T & A Champion, Jasmina Chastity. Rob Solomon, as usual, is carrying his hockey stick. They look pretty sure of themselves, but there's no reason that they shouldn't be, given their past track record. Still, the Wrecking Crew is one of the few teams that they don't have a recent, decisive victory over. They're entering the ring, and it looks like Jacob Idol will start this match off for his team, as the referee calls for the bell.

Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol & Rob Solomon)
w/Jasmina Chastity

vs.

Wrecking Crew

Jacob Idol starts out by taking John Uldwall down and hammering on his arm, making use of his usual strategy of trying to wear down his opponent's arm for a submission, but John Uldwall won't have any of that, and quickly throws Jacob Idol off of him, then begins using his superior power to toss him around like a rag doll. He then tags in Blade, and Blade takes a turn doing the same, tossing Jacob Idol around and hitting him with some clotheslines and massive shoulderblocks, sending him down repeatedly. Jacob Idol rolls out of the ring and into an embrace from Jasmina Chastity as she tries to console him, but that doesn't last long before Blade follows him to the outside, and begins introducing his head to various foreign objects. Rob Solomon tries to make it two-on-one, but John Uldwall catches him on the outside and holds him off.

They go back in the ring, and John Uldwall gets the tag, and with it another turn pounding away on Jacob Idol. But when John Uldwall whips him into the corner and charges in with a spear, Jacob Idol moves, and he spears the ringpost with his shoulder. Jacob Idol immediately zeroes in on the shoulder like a guided missile raining elbows down on it, then taking him down and raining knees down on it as well. He tags in Rob Solomon, who does likewise for a few seconds, before forgetting about the arm and shoulder and pulling out some more generic offense instead, including lots of punches and kicks, and some basic slams and suplexes. With the arm long forgotten, he takes a break by putting on an abdominal stretch, and Jacob Idol looks somewhat cross in the corner. After a bit, he decides to tag himself in, and hammers away at John Uldwall in the abdominal stretch, then goes back to the arm with an armbreaker.

Jacob Idol whips John Uldwall into the turnbuckle, then gives him several swift knees to the gut in the corner. John Uldwall staggers out, doubled over... and Jacob Idol grabs his arm and brings him down with an armbar takedown, then an armbar submission. John Uldwall struggles for a few seconds, but he's not the type to give up easily, and begins slowly crawling towards the ropes... but when it appears he won't make it fast enough, Blade runs in and nails Jacob Idol, breaking the hold. John Uldwall goes for his corner, but Jacob Idol recovers first and grabs his feet, dragging him back to his own corner, then tags in Rob Solomon.

Rob Solomon beats up John Uldwall with a series of punches and martial arts-style kicks, then goes for the finish, first with an straightjacket suplex, which gets two and a half, then with a lariat for two and three-quarters. He hits the sitdown faceslam on John Uldwall, then goes up to the top turnbuckle, and goes for the Katana Legdrop... but John Uldwall moves out of the way. Both men are down, both crawl to their corner, and both make tags, bringing in Jacob Idol and Blade!

Blade enters the ring and turns into a one-man assault team, taking down Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon repeatedly with clotheslines, shoulder tackles, and leg lariats. Unfortunately, a missed clothesline takes down the referee, and Jasmina Chastity quickly capitalizes by throwing Rob Solomon the hockey stick... but when he swings it at Blade, he ducks, and the hockey stick nails Jacob Idol. Blade grabs the hockey stick away from Rob Solomon and beats the hell out of him with it, then he and John Uldwall pick him up, and drill him into the mat with a double power bomb! Jacob Idol begins to get back up, but Blade's going up to the top turnbuckle, and John Uldwall's down in a three point stance... BREAKDOWN!! Jacob Idol just took the Breakdown, Blade is going for the pin, and the referee is recovering from the stray clothesline... and counts three!! The Wrecking Crew just beat the VCW World Tag Team Champions!

Non-Title Match:
The Wrecking Crew defeated The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon) when Blade pinned Idol after the Breakdown in 0:12:04.
Rating: ** 1/2

The Wrecking Crew members toss Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon out of the ring, and now they're celebrating the victory in the ring, as Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon retreat up the aisle with Jasmina Chastity, still in considerable pain after the Wrecking Crew's flurry of powerful offense. They have to be glad, at least, that this wasn't a title match, because otherwise they wouldn't even have the titles after this! The World Tag Team Champions have lost to the Wrecking Crew, and they're not happy about it... but the fans certainly are!

Now "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page is playing over the arena sound system, bringing out "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, accompanied by Stacey Lockman, to challenge Jiro Tobikuma for the VCW Television Title in a two-out-of-three falls match. According to Virginia's booking, he was supposed to face the Manhunters in a handicap "warm up" match, but fortunately, that won't be happening tonight. He's no stranger to Jiro Tobikuma; he's faced him twice before, but both times come away with a loss. Tonight, he can only lose once, and he must defeat Jiro Tobikuma two times, to become the VCW Television Champion.

That song's followed by "Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie, and here comes Jiro Tobikuma, the VCW Television Champion! This is his last match in Violent Championship Wrestling, and he could have had an easy victory tonight, if Virginia's stipulations had been allowed to take effect, but he didn't want to leave on that note. He didn't want to take the easy victory; he wanted to put on one last great match on his way out of VCW, win, lose or draw. He helped Ken Collins take out the Manhunters tonight to make sure that would happen, and now the two men will meet one-on-one, with no interruption or outside interference, in a two-out-of-three falls match. He enters the ring, and shakes hands with Ken Collins, as a referee calls for the bell to begin the match.

For the VCW Television Title:

Jiro Tobikuma (c)

vs.

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins
w/Stacey Lockman

A lockup starts the match, and Ken Collins grabs the right arm out of it, immediately starting to work over the shoulder. We've seen this before; he wants to neutralize some of Jiro Tobikuma's offense and set up the California Crossface. Jiro Tobikuma quickly tires of the abuse and squirms free, then begins assaulting Ken Collins in return. They trade the advantage a few times early on, with Ken Collins attacking the right arm and shoulder of Jiro Tobikuma, and Jiro Tobikuma focusing on the upper back and neck. The match spills outside as well, and they brawl out there, introducing each other to the ringpost and guardrail, and connecting with stiff chops.

Back in the ring, Ken Collins gains the upper hand, and takes Jiro Tobikuma down in the middle of the ring with a shoulderbreaker, then goes up top, perhaps to set up the Flying Dropkick. He waits on Jiro Tobikuma, but when it seems that Jiro isn't going to be getting up any time soon, he comes off the top with a frog splash... right onto Jiro Tobikuma's raised knees! Ken Collins doubles over and rolls away, and Jiro Tobikuma gets back up easily, showing that staying down for such a long time was a ruse. Ken Collins is getting up, still doubled over... and Jiro Tobikuma puts him in a standing headscissors and hooks the arms! TIGER DRIVER!! And he goes for the pin and gets three!! Jiro Tobikuma just took the first fall against Ken Collins in under ten minutes!

After briefly resting, both men are back at it again, with another lockup. Ken Collins takes the advantage again and begins desperately working over the right shoulder, knowing that if he loses one more fall, this one or the next one, he's not getting the VCW Television Title. But after Ken Collins controls for a minute or so, Jiro Tobikuma reverses an Irish whip, and side-steps a dropkick when Ken Collins comes off the ropes. Ken Collins gets up after the missed dropkick... LARIAT!! Jiro Tobikuma goes for the pin... and gets two and nine-tenths. Jiro Tobikuma picks him up and goes for the Fisherman Buster... but Ken Collins counters it with a small package for two and a half. Jiro Tobikuma nails him with a kick as they come up, and goes for a dragon suplex, but Ken Collins steps forward and springs off the ropes, falling back on Jiro Tobikuma in a Hart vs. Austin-like pinning situation, but Jiro Tobikuma releases the hold and rolls a shoulder up at two. Jiro Tobikuma gets up first and goes for another lariat... and Ken Collins catches this one, and brings him down in an armbar takedown, into an armbar submission! Jiro Tobikuma languishes in the hold for a while as he crawls to the ropes, but eventually makes it.

Ken Collins goes on the offense again, pounding away at Jiro Tobikuma. A power bomb gets only two and a half. Ken Collins hooks Jiro Tobikuma's arms and gives HIM a tiger driver (!) but that only gets two and three-quarters. Ken Collins picks him up and goes for a shoulderbreaker, but Jiro Tobikuma slides out behind him! Jiro Tobikuma goes for the German suplex, but Ken Collins sees it coming, and nails him with an elbowsmash before he can try it! Jiro Tobikuma staggers back, and Ken Collins unleashes a kick to the midsection on him, followed by a single-arm DDT, from which he flows into the California Crossface!! Jiro Tobikuma's a fair distance away from the ropes... and he taps out immediately!! Evidently he figured it was best to sacrifice one fall to get out of the California Crossface before it took too much of a toll on him. Ken Collins seems to realize it, too... he looks as though he was hoping for a long, drawn-out struggle.

After a brief rest period, the final fall is begun. Both men lock up, and again, Ken Collins takes the advantage and goes after the right shoulder. But after taking a little punishment, Jiro Tobikuma squirms free and whirls around to catch Ken Collins in the side of the head with the elbow of his good arm, taking control again. From there, he hits a legsweep faceslam... then slides from that into a crossface!? Jiro Tobikuma has Ken Collins in his own move, maybe as a little payback for Ken Collins "borrowing" the tiger driver earlier in the match... but they went down near the ropes, and Ken Collins makes it to the ropes without too much trouble.

Jiro Tobikuma picks him up and hammers on him briefly, then gives him a power bomb for two and three-quarters. He goes up to the top turnbuckle and comes off for a flying bodypress, and that only gets two and three-quarters as well. After picking Ken Collins up again, Jiro Tobikuma hits two belly-to-back suplexes, then a German suplex with a bridge, getting again two and three-quarters. He pulls Ken Collins up again, and whips him back-first into the turnbuckle... but Ken Collins reverses, and Jiro Tobikuma hits the turnbuckle. He staggers out as Ken Collins comes forward... LARIAT!! On perhaps instinct alone, Jiro Tobikuma clocked Ken Collins with a lariat as he stepped in... but his arm is suffering the effects! For a crucial second or two, he clutches his arm and screws his eyes shut in pain... then goes down and covers Ken Collins... again, for only two and three-quarters!

Jiro Tobikuma picks Ken Collins up and whips him into the turnbuckle... but again, Ken Collins reverses, and Jiro Tobikuma hits the turnbuckle... and staggers out, this time into a dropkick from Ken Collins! Ken Collins pulls him up, then delivers a kick to the midsection and brings him down with a DDT, and now he's going up to the top. Jiro Tobikuma's looking a bit disoriented at this point as he gets up... and Ken Collins catches him with the Flying Dropkick! He covers... for only two and nine-tenths! Jiro Tobikuma kicked out after the Flying Dropkick! They get up, and Ken Collins doesn't really seem to know what to do here. He hesitates, but then goes for the California Crossface again... but Jiro Tobikuma squirms away before he can get it locked on, and slithers around behind him for a waistlock, then brings him down with another German suplex, for two and three-quarters!

Jiro Tobikuma looks pained, but determined... he seems to know what he has to do to finish this one. He whips Ken Collins into the ropes... LARIAT!! No, Ken Collins catches the arm and swings up onto his shoulders for a crucifix, but NO, Jiro Tobikuma holds on and shoulders his weight... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! Ken Collins is down, and Jiro Tobikuma isn't going for the pin... he's going for the tiger driver! He pulls Ken Collins up, and hooks his arms, but Ken Collins backdrops him! Jiro Tobikuma goes for the sunset flip, but Ken Collins rolls through it, out of his grasp, and lands on his feet, then grabs Jiro Tobikuma's feet and flips forward while holding them, into a pinning combination, and gets three!! Ken Collins is the new VCW Television Champion!!

Two-out-of-Three Falls Match:
Ken Collins beat Jiro Tobikuma 2 falls to 1:
----- x J. Tobikuma beat K. Collins via a tiger driver in 0:09:14
----- x K. Collins beat J. Tobikuma via the California Crossface in 0:13:52
----- x K. Collins beat J. Tobikuma via a double-leg cradle in 0:21:44
Rating: ****
(Ken Collins won the VCW Television Title.)

Stacey Lockman is in the ring, presenting Ken Collins with the VCW Television Title and raising his hand in victory to a large pop from the crowd, and she doesn't even mind when he gives her a tired, sweaty embrace and they exchange pats on the back. Jiro Tobikuma is getting up as well, and Ken Collins raises his hand as well, to another pop from the crowd, and they embrace in the middle of the ring, too. They shake hands after the embrace, and Jiro Tobikuma grabs a microphone.

J. Tobikuma: It's been a wonderful six months in VCW. I was very honored to have the opportunity to compete here, winning VCW titles and having great matches like this one with the VCW competitors. I'd like to thank all of the VCW officials and wrestlers, and especially the fans like all of you... I hope you enjoyed watching these matches as much as I did participating in them.

The crowd gives him a good-sized round of cheers and applause.

J. Tobikuma: Thanks a lot... see you later!

"Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie begins playing, and Jiro Tobikuma poses on each of the four turnbuckles, drawing cheers from the crowd, before heading backstage with Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman. In addition to his in-ring expertise, Jiro Tobikuma also brought some refreshing sportsmanship and competitive spirit to the table, as is evidenced by the mutual respect he seems to share with Ken Collins and other members of the VCW roster. Rest assured that Jiro Tobikuma will be welcome back in VCW any time he's available to compete here.

Speaking of sportsmanship and respect, that's probably not what we're going to get from this next match. "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin is playing now, and here comes Julian Page, wearing the VCW Intercontinental Title and his usual Bret Hart attire, complete with jacket and sunglasses, and carrying the Canadian flag. It's not typically VCW policy for a champion to make his entrance first, but Julian Page wants it this way tonight for some reason. He hands his pink sunglasses to some unappreciative youngster at ringside, then enters the ring.

J. Page: You know... last night, we were in Ontario, Canada. And I know the entire state of New York's a damn cesspool, but you should see Toronto. It's so filthy, it makes even a dump like this look appealing. Even as their reluctant Canadian National Hero, I don't want to go back there. I know that New York is full of crackpots and hobos that like to piss all over themselves, and believe me, this place is no prize. I mean, you people elected Hillary Clinton a Senator, for God's sake! That means that a bunch of you idiots actually found your way to a voting booth, and thanks to you, now Mrs. Slick Willie's in the senate.

But as bad as New York is, Toronto is even worse. Nothing good has ever come out of there. Nothing. And this little bush-league small-time promotion called Slam Masters Championship Wrestling isn't any different. Half their damn roster is named Jerry or Terry or something, first of all... and you won't believe who they have me fighting. This big, oafish jackass called Edgar Richardson. Marylin Silvera's new boyfriend. He's a big, strong, musclebound guy... but he's also a big, stupid dummy, and I'm gonna bash his living skull in if he's even got the guts to step in the ring with me. And as far as Tim Bell goes, tonight... I'm gonna wipe him out too, and show everybody that I really am the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be, that I really am the excellence of execution! All rise for the playing of the Canadian National Anthem!!

The Canadian National Anthem starts up... and Julian Page is giving his own country's flag two middle fingers. Yeah, that's tasteful. Here's hoping that Edgar Richardson or Tim Bell cleans his clock for him. Fortunately, we don't have to wait long, because "Through The Never" by Metallica just kicked on over the sound system, and here comes Tim Bell! He slides into the ring and starts mixing it up with Julian Page, as a referee enters the ring, calling for the bell!

For the VCW Intercontinental Title:

Tim Bell

vs.

Julian "The Hitman" Page (c)

Tim Bell starts off the match by taking control and hitting a series of suplex takedowns, showing his superior technical skills from the very start. Fed up with trying to wrestle Tim Bell, Julian Page charges him repeatedly, and discovers that's a bad idea after taking a few dropkicks for his efforts. He goes back in for some more wrestling, and suffers a few more takedowns, but finally manages to reverse an attempt to whip him into the ropes, and blasts Tim Bell with a high knee as he comes off the other side, taking him down. Julian Page puts Tim Bell in the corner and dishes out some punches and chops for him, but Tim Bell gets fed up and throws Julian Page into the corner, replying with punches and chops of his own. But when he tries to whip Julian Page into the opposite corner, Julian Page reverses it, then follows him in with a jumping avalanche. Tim Bell staggers out, and Julian Page grabs him in a headlock and takes him down in a bulldog.

Julian Page next goes to work on Tim Bell's right knee, planning to set up the Sharpshooter or some other leg-based submission. Also, this way he can ground Tim Bell and maybe reduce his ability to execute some of his suplexes and moves depending on quickness. He works over the leg for a few minutes, then puts on a half Boston, but Tim Bell still has a lot left, and manages to make it to the ropes. Julian Page goes up to the top turnbuckle next, and Tim Bell's up to meet him, catching him on top. Julian Page shakes his head "no" and pleads with Tim Bell not to throw him off, Ric Flair-style, but he gets tossed anyway. Julian Page gets up, and Tim Bell manages to hobble into a somewhat weak-looking savate kick, sending him down.

Tim Bell begins an attack on Julian Page again, but it's obvious that his wounded leg is impeding his style. He goes after Julian Page with basic suplexes and neckbreakers, careful to avoid putting too much stress on the leg. After a few minutes, Tim Bell takes him down with a piledriver, but only gets two when he goes for the pin. He goes for a DDT next, but Julian Page, familiar with this move, blocks it by hitting Tim Bell with a low blow, regaining the advantage. He goes back to work on the leg, then hauls Tim Bell up and brings him down with a fireman's carry into an Ace Crusher to stun him. But rather than going for the pin, he applies a figure-four leglock. Tim Bell struggles for a while, clearly in pain, but finally manages to turn the hold over on Julian Page, who is forced to release it.

Both men get up, but after an exchange of punches, Tim Bell picks up the advantage, and whips Julian Page into the ropes. Even with his leg bothering him, he's still able to hit Julian Page with a Hotshot. Tim Bell gives him a Michinoku Driver, but that only gets a two and a half count. A powerslam also only gets two and a half. A fisherman suplex gets two and three-quarters, and Tim Bell's starting to hit his stride. He puts Julian Page down with a power bomb, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and hits a flying elbowdrop... but his leg is hurt a bit more in the landing, delaying his cover slightly... and he only gets two and three-quarters again. He gives Julian Page a dragon suplex... and he even kicks out of that, at two and nine-tenths!

Tim Bell places Julian Page on the top turnbuckle now... he's going to try fight him off! But he's climbing up with him a little slowly, favoring that right leg... and Julian Page just pulled something out of his tights! Tim Bell's up with him... and before he can hit the top-rope Frankensteiner, Julian Page just decked him in the temple with some kind of brass knucks! Tim Bell falls down to a heap on the mat, and the referee somehow missed that, as Julian Page tosses the knuckles down at the floor behind him. Now Julian Page shifts his position, so that he's on the second turnbuckle, and hits the elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle! And I'm afraid we know what comes next... it's the Sharpshooter, and Tim Bell is semi-conscious... it's all he can do to tap out. Julian Page has stolen another victory!!

Julian Page made Tim Bell submit to the Sharpshooter in 0:11:49.
Rating: ** 1/2
(Julian Page retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)

Julian Page holds the move for a few more seconds, then rolls Tim Bell out of the ring, where trainers come out to help him backstage. Now Julian Page has the Canadian flag, and he just took it off the post... and he's tearing it in half! Julian Page just tore the Canadian flag in half, and stuffs half of it down the front of his tights, and half of it down the back! How disrespectful can you get!?

Wait a second, who's that coming out of the crowd!? The crowd's going crazy, but that's not... IT IS!! Bret "The Hitman" Hart just came through the crowd, and now he's hopping the guardrail, and coming up behind Julian Page!! Julian Page turns around... AND BRET HART FLOORED HIM WITH A RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW!! Julian Page is down on the mat, begging off... and now Bret Hart's grabbing his legs! Bret Hart has Julian Page's legs, and he's putting on the Sharpshooter! Julian Page is in the Sharpshooter now, and he's tapping out! Bret Hart has finally come to seek revenge, and... and... uh-oh, here come Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon out of the back!

Jacob Idol enters the ring... and Bret Hart gets up, and starts nailing him with a series of punches! But Rob Solomon comes from behind, and Bret Hart turns around... right into a lariat from Rob Solomon! The crowd boos loudly as Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon put the boots to Bret Hart, then Julian Page gets up and grabs him by the hair... DDT!! Julian Page just drilled Bret Hart with the DDT, and now Rob Solomon's going up... KATANA LEGDROP!! Bret Hart just got destroyed in the middle of the ring by this three-on-one attack, but seconds earlier, Julian Page was tapping out in the Sharpshooter! The H.A.R.P. Squad is in to prevent any further attacks to Bret Hart, but Julian Page grabs a microphone as he and his two accomplices leave the ring.

J. Page: You see who the real Hitman is now!? Who's the real excellence of execution!? I'll tell you one thing, it's not that pathetic old man in the ring right there! See him!? That guy died at Survivor Series in Montreal! I expect a written apology faxed to me by noon tomorrow, Bret... or I'm dragging you out of retirement at Wrestlewar, and showing the whole world just how pathetic you've become!

Please. It's safe to say that most of us would love to see Julian Page get exactly what he's asking for, to see Bret Hart destroy him at Wrestlewar. As the Hammer of the Gods leaves and heads backstage, the H.A.R.P. Squad is helping Bret Hart up, and now they're escorting him backstage as well. Regardless of what Julian Page says, when it was one-on-one, Bret Hart had Julian Page in the Sharpshooter, tapping out... and in a fair fight, who's to say that he couldn't do it again!?

"I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie is playing now, bringing out Tony Garcia, with the wooden axe handle. We understand that it's confirmed... he's going to wrestle Troy Black, right here, in the next match! But first, he's grabbing a microphone as he steps into the ring; maybe he has something to say.

T. Garcia: Troy... just like I did to your brother at the pay-per-view, I'm gonna wipe you out tonight, punk. I know what you're thinking... you're thinking that it's no big deal. It's just Tony Garcia. I mean, he's never held a World Title or nothing, right? How bad can he be? Well, Troy, get your punk ass down here, because you're about to find out just how bad I am.

Hold on, the arena lights just gave way to the dim, silver-blue lights, and "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing... and here comes Troy Black, accompanied by Melissa DelArmeggio! He's not wasting any time... he's headed directly for the ring, staring down the aisle at Tony Garcia... and he slides into the ring! Tony Garcia attacks him, but Troy Black's retaliating with blows of his own, and the match is underway!

Troy Black
w/Melissa DelArmeggio

vs.

Tony Garcia

Tony Garcia wins the initial back-and-forth trading of blows, and takes control of Troy Black, clobbering him relentlessly. But after an Irish whip into the ropes, Troy Black ducks a clothesline, then comes off the other side and brings Tony Garcia down with a big leaping clothesline. Troy Black takes Tony Garcia down repeatedly with quick, calculated strikes, then begins targeting his right leg, hoping to gain an advantage by eliminating Tony Garcia's ability to stand on his feet and use his superior power offense. But after absorbing a few minutes of Troy's assault, Tony Garcia no-sells a few kicks to the kneecap, then casually flattens Troy Black with a massive forearm. Tony Garcia goes back to pounding on Troy Black, going after his spine with repeated forearms and elbowsmashes to the back, as well as backbreakers, slams, and suplexes. After pummelling him for a few minutes, he picks him up over his head for a Gorilla Press... but he's carrying him over to the edge of the ring... and he just pitched him out onto Melissa!! Melissa goes down in a heap under Troy Black, and Tony Garcia follows him outside!

On the outside of the ring, Tony Garcia picks Troy Black up and whips him into the guardrail, then the ringsteps. He gets down on top of him and begins pummelling him mercilessly, ignoring the advancing count of the referee. With Troy Black looking to be in bad shape, Tony Garcia grabs some camera cables, and begins choking him with them. Melissa looks as though she'd like to get in there and do something to stop him, but she's holding herself back. Now Tony Garcia picks Troy up and rams him back-first into the ringpost! But he's not letting go... he's doing it again! And he's still not dropping Troy Black... he does it yet again! He's not going to stop! He's just going to keep doing this! The referee calls for a double countout, but Tony Garcia doesn't even seem like he cares!

Troy Black and Tony Garcia battled to a double countout in 0:06:48.
Rating: 1/4*

Heedless of the referee's ruling, Tony Garcia rams Troy Black into the ringpost yet again!! And now But Melissa's up behind him... and she nails him with a low blow! Tony Garcia drops Troy and doubles over, then slowly turns around, and now Melissa steps to the side and begins to turn... BACK BRAIN KICK!! Tony Garcia goes down on the floor! Now Melissa's checking on Troy, who's down on the floor, writhing in pain... but Tony Garcia's getting up, and he's mad! Tony Garcia's up, and he gives Melissa a hard forearm shot to the back, sending her down! Now he picks her up and rolls her into the ring, and he's going in after her!

Melissa's just starting to get up as Tony Garcia enters the ring. He advances on her, and she draws back and punches him in the side of the head... to absolutely no effect! Tony Garcia just smiles, then grabs Melissa by the hair, and pulls her into position... he's putting her in the Torture Rack! Tony Garcia has Melissa in the Torture Rack... but Troy Black's up on the outside! Troy Black grabs Tony Garcia's wooden axe handle off the apron and rolls into the ring, and he's rushing up behind him, and nails him in the back!! Tony Garcia drops Melissa and doubles over, holding his back in pain, and turns around... and Troy Black nails him in the gut with the wooden axe handle! Tony Garcia doubles over, Troy Black drops the axe handle and hooks his arms... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! And now Troy Black's going up to the top turnbuckle... BLACK DAGGER!!

"For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing again, and with Tony Garcia laid out from the Black Dagger, Troy Black goes over to Melissa, favoring his back, and they head backstage together, with the crowd cheering loudly behind them. Shortly after they leave, Tony Garcia gets up, shaking off the effects of the post-match brawl, and his face slowly turns from confusion to anger as he realizes that Troy Black just slipped through his grasp. He grabs the wooden axe handle and vents some frustration on the ring ropes and turnbuckles by hitting them, then heads backstage.

Our main event is next, but first, we understand that a camera, strategically placed by VCW's own Big Brother Production Team, is in position to catch some potentially interesting and revealing conversation between Lance Errington and Lady Erica Whitmore. Let's go backstage and listen in...

Backstage...

Lance Errington and Lady Erica Whitmore are shown standing backstage in a dressing room, arguing. Erica looks like she'd rather be someplace else at the moment.

L. Errington: Listen, Erica, I'm sorry about interrupting that little interview earlier tonight, but that's how important you are to me. I'm concerned about you... I hate to see anything ever happen to you, and that includes seeing you corrupted by that crude Bohemian Falcon. That's why I fought so hard to avenge you against David Wright Hubbard... because I care about you.

L.E. Whitmore: Lance... I appreciate the gesture, but if you'll remember Spontaneous Combustion, I was shaking my head when Chris Champlain told you to submit. David Wright Hubbard did as I wanted... if victory for the team meant that I had to endure that attack, then that was how I wanted it.

L. Errington: Oh, you don't mean to tell me...

L.E. Whitmore: Lance, I never wanted you to seek revenge against him in the first place. Perhaps you'd know that, had visited me even ONCE after that incident.

L. Errington: But... I...

L.E. Whitmore: And I've not been corrupted by Falcon; I've been enlightened as to how to listen to myself, rather than listening to someone who would presume that they know what I should be or do... someone like you.

L. Errington: Well, if you're going to listen to anyone, listen to me now. Erica, I know I've made many mistakes in the past, but things can still be like they were before. I've been gracious enough to forgive you for turning on me last year... I'm gracious enough to overlook all of your flaws, like your current undignified mode of dress and that dreadfully tacky jewelry you wear through a hole that's been driven through your body... so perhaps you can be gracious enough to honor me by accepting my proposal...

Lance Errington reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box, which he opens and presents to Erica as he gets down on one knee. Erica looks VERY uncomfortable.

L.E. Whitmore: Oh, Lance, for the love of God, don't--

L. Errington: Erica... my darling... will you--

Lance Errington is interrupted as Falcon opens the door, barging into the room.

Falcon: Hey, Erica, my match with Crimson's next. Come on, let's...

Falcon trails off as he sees what's going on in the room.

Falcon: Um... or I can just do this one alone. Sorry for interrupting, guys... and congratulations.

L.E. Whitmore: No, it's okay. You're not interrupting anything.

Falcon's eyes widen and his jaw hangs open in silence for a second; Lance Errington looks like he was just stabbed in the gut with a razor-sharp icicle.

Falcon: Um... are you sure?

Lady Erica Whitmore turns to look at Lance Errington, not Falcon, as she speaks next.

L.E. Whitmore: Yes, Falcon... I'm SURE.

Falcon: Uh... okay, then... let's go, I guess.

Falcon turns and leaves, and Erica looks at Lance once again with one last flicker of uncertainty, then follows him out of the room. Lance Errington remains on his knees for a second, and he takes the ring out of the black box, then takes it out and flings it out the open door. His face slowly transforms into an angry snarl, as his fist tightens around the black box that formerly contained it, until the box is crushed in his hand.

Wow. We've just witnessed a very tense, emotion-filled sight. How can Falcon possibly remain focused on the VCW World Title match after walking in on that? And would Erica's answer have remained the same if he hadn't? We'll probably never know... but what we do know is that it's time for a VCW World Title match!

"Shame" by Rollins Band begins playing over the arena sound system, and here comes the challenger! Falcon steps out of the backstage area to loud cheers from the crowd, accompanied by Lady Erica Whitmore, but from the look on her face, she's only here physically. Mentally, she's elsewhere, and who can blame her? Falcon, even if he's not mentally focused on the present, is making a good show of it, striding to the ring with purpose, then posing on the top turnbuckles to the cheers of the crowd. But as he does, he stops short, favoring his back slightly, which is another issue. He's not exactly healthy after what Chris Champlain did to him at Deck the Halls, and he might not be able to afford that against a destructive force like Crimson. He steps into his corner and prepares to face Crimson as the music dies down.

Now it's time for the test... "Walk" by Pantera starts playing next, bringing out the VCW World Champion! Crimson steps out of the backstage area, wearing the VCW World Title, and begins walking to the ring, staring at Falcon inside. Though much has been made of Falcon's possible lack of focus after what just happened, let's not forget Crimson's own circumstances. He just tried, unsuccessfully, to bury Troy Black alive last night, and he knows, in the back of his mind, that Troy will want payback. On top of that, as it stands he's facing David Wright Hubbard, one-on-one, at Wrestlewar, and Johnny Smiles and Naveed at the interpromotional event with SMCW. He may have a lot on his mind tonight as well... but he's not showing it as he steps over the top rope into the ring... and Falcon rushes him with a dropkick! Falcon's starting out by catching Crimson off-guard, and we have a match!

For the VCW World Title:

Falcon
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

vs.

Crimson (c)

Falcon starts out with the dropkick, and begins taking the fight to Crimson immediately, nailing him with repeated dropkicks, then whipping him into the corner and following in with a big kneelift. Despite his size disadvantage and the pain caused by his back injury, Falcon manages to keep Crimson at bay and on the defensive with a fast-paced sort of high-speed brawling. But when Falcon tries for a flying cross bodypress, Crimson catches him out of the sky and drills him with a powerslam, which only gets two after the leg is hooked. Crimson takes control in his own decisive fashion, beating the hell out of Falcon without remorse, and paying special attention to his wounded back with a series of clubbing forearm blows and elbowsmashes.

With Falcon under control, Crimson throws him out of the ring, then climbs out after him and starts beating him up out there, whipping him back first into various fixtures in the ring area before propping him up against the guardrail and beginning to pummel him into oblivion with a series of blows. He draws back to measure Falcon for a telling blow... and Erica comes from behind and grabs his wrist! Erica just grabbed Crimson's wrist... and that was a BAD idea. He just grabbed hers in return, and now he's turning around to face her... she's struggling and trying to get away... and Crimson has his hand around her throat! He's not gonna... no, he's not!! Falcon just caught him from behind with a low blow! Crimson releases Erica, and Falcon grabs him by the hair and introduces him head-first to the ringpost, then rolls him back into the ring, just beating the count!

Back in the ring, Falcon explodes onto Crimson with a vengance, assaulting him with everything he can thing of, taking him down repeatedly. Crimson's reeling, and now Falcon's going in for the kill! A DDT gets a count of two and a half, and a flying dropkick only gets two and a half as well. Lesser men would have stayed down for those moves, but Crimson's still coming back, getting back up. Falcon nails him with a series of dropkicks, staggering him... then springs off of the ropes and takes him down with the Falconsault... but still only gets two and a half! Crimson's getting back up, looking wobbly... SUPERKICK!! Falcon just knocked Crimson down with the superkick, and he goes for the pin... but only gets two and three quarters! Crimson's getting back up, and Falcon's hooking up with him... he's going for the Falcon Arrow! But with his back the way it is, can he do it!? HE CAN!! FALCON ARROW ON CRIMSON!! But Falcon's down too, clutching at his back... he may have hurt himself doing it. He sucks it up, and crawls across Crimson... and Crimson just BARELY rolls a shoulder up before three! If Falcon had gone for the cover immediately, he might have had it!

Falcon's back up, and Crimson's getting up as well... and Falcon's measuring him for the superkick! Falcon with the superkick! But Crimson ducks, and Falcon just took down the referee! Crimson turns around and grabs Falcon by the throat, going for the Chokeslam... but Falcon kicks him low!! Crimson doubles over, and Falcon's hooking him... he's going for the Falcon Arrow again!! Can he do it!? He lifts him up... and collapses under Crimson's weight. Crimson falls on top of him, then rolls out of the ring. He's still a little out of sorts... but now he's shaking it off, and he's got a chair! Crimson's entering the ring with a chair... and Falcon's getting up! Crimson takes a swing at him, but Falcon ducks... Crimson turns around... AND FALCON SUPERKICKS THE CHAIR INTO HIS FACE!! Crimson is down, and Falcon hooks the leg! Crimson's not moving... if the referee can recover, we've got a new VCW World Champion!! And the referee's starting to stir!

Uh-oh... Lance Errington's coming out of the backstage area, and he's got a pipe wrench! The groggy referee counts... but only gets to two before Lance Errington pulls him out and clocks him with the pipe wrench! Damn it!! Lance Errington slides into the ring, and Falcon's looking up... but Lance Errington nails him with the wrench! Falcon is laid out as well, and busted wide open, and Lance Errington begins flailing away at his injured back with the pipe wrench! He's gone nuts! Erica's in the ring now, and she grabs his arm from behind... and he turns and nails her with the pipe wrench!! A look of horror spreads across Lance's face as he realizes what he's just done, and he looks down at Erica's fallen body... she's bleeding heavily as well. Lance Errington throws down the wrench and buries his face in his hands for a second, then turns and begins flagging down a medical crew. This match is going to go down officially as a no-contest ending at the time of the referee being knocked out.

Falcon and Crimson battled to a no-contest in 0:08:58.
Rating: 1/2*
(Crimson retained the VCW World Title.)

Here comes a medical crew... and it's a big one, to tend to Erica, Falcon, and the fallen referee. As they're put on stretchers and taken away, Crimson begins to stir in the middle of the ring... and his eyes go wide and his jaw drops as he realizes what happened! He rolls out of the ring, and begins frantically asking the timekeeper what happened... and a grin of relief spreads across his face as he's handed the title belt and informed that, yes, he's still the VCW World Champion. Crimson enters the ring and raises the title belt high above his head to a chorus of boos, then begins to step out over the top rope.

But he freezes in his tracks as "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing! Troy Black steps out of the backstage area, surrounded by a small army of police officers! These aren't the rejects from the Keystone Cops known as the H.A.R.P. Squad, they're the real deal, New York cops! And Troy Black has a microphone...

T. Black: It looks like your day's not turning out so good, Crimson... and you probably won't like hearing this. Last I checked, trying to bury someone alive is attempted murder... and that's a crime punishable by a long, LONG time in prison.

Crimson does NOT look happy about this... he immediately demands a microphone, and gets one.

Crimson: You're right, you little motherfucker, I ain't having a real good day. So I suggest that you get these cops out of here, right NOW, or I'll beat all their fucking asses.

Okay, Crimson's starting to lose it here. He doesn't really mean to fight the police here... does he!?

T. Black: Yeah, I'm sure you're really tough when there's twenty guys on you with pepper spray and billy clubs. Listen, either you play by my rules, or you end up defending that title against the other thugs in maximum security. I'm thinking I'll drop the charges if I get what I want... but I want a title shot... and I want it at our next show, on the eighth of January, one-on-one, with Strahd and all your other little henchmen barred from ringside.

Crimson: You drop the charges right now, or I'm gonna beat your fucking ass, you little piece of shit!

T. Black: Give me a title match, and I will.

Crimson's pacing in the ring, and he runs a hand across his face, obviously struggling to keep from flying off the handle and losing his temper... but after a few seconds, he seems to cool down.

Crimson: You've got your little match, boy. But the morticians are gonna save me the trouble of putting your ass in a coffin and burying it... because after I get done with you, there'll be nothing left but a limp, broken-down corpse. You've got your match.

Troy Black vs. Crimson!? For the VCW World Title!? One day after Troy Black faces Strahd, he'll get a rematch for the VCW World Title, with everyone else barred from ringside! Troy Black gets his chance to take the title back! "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins again, and the police are starting to head backstage, as Troy Black and Crimson remain focused on each other in the ring! What'll happen when they face each other in a rematch from Deck the Halls!? And what'll happen when Troy Black faces Strahd at the interpromotional event with SMCW!? Make sure you tune in to both shows to find out the answer!

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