Monday Night Wrestling 01/15/01 (VCW 103)

Another exciting round of VCW action is coming to you tonight, back in the heart of VCW, the VCW Arena in San Francisco, California!! And what a show we've got for the VCW Arena crowd tonight! Gabriel Black will return to active competition tonight, one-on-one with Dick Douglas! SMCW wrestler King Rasta will defend the VCW Television Title against Ken Collins in a rematch from the interpromotional card! The Wrecking Crew face Big Trouble, Stiff Competition, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers in a wild free-for-all Four-Way Tornado Street Fight!! The Ontario Color Show faces Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon for the VCW World Tag Team Titles!! And in the main event, Crimson, Randy Savage, and Lance Errington will team up to face David Wright Hubbard, Scott Hall, and Falcon!! All this, and much more... tonight!!

But right now, our opening match is getting ready to start. The theme from Dallas is playing over the arena sound system now, and here comes Main Street Pete, set for singles action against Devaccio Pola in the opening match. The crowd gives him a mild round of boos as he walks to the ring and climbs inside, then grabs a microphone.

M.S. Pete: I'm getting a little sick and tired of everyone saying I don't belong in VCW. Everyone seems to think I'm some kind of bush-league nobody, but that's just not true. I'm the best damn technical wrestler in this company... now show me some damn respect!!

The crowd just boos, and starts a chant of "YOU SUCK" for him. Main Street Pete looks around at them angrily.

M.S. Pete: I don't suck! You people listen to me, I'm from the most hardcore, bad-ass wrestling company in the world, Northern California X-treme Championship Wrestling... and if you don't start showing me the respect that I deserve, I'm taking my talents back there, where I'm appreciated!!

The crowd bursts into cheers. Main Street Pete looks around at them, angry and a little shocked.

M.S. Pete: No... I'm not going anywhere, people. It's not gonna happen.

The crowd boos loudly, and a chant of "PLEASE GO HOME" begins in the crowd.

M.S. Pete: No, I'm not going home. Hell, at least I have a home, unlike most of you street-dwelling hobos here in this crowd! I've seen you, camping out behind the arena with your tents and cardboard signs, begging for change so you could buy a wrestling ticket and come to see me. You people are the scum of the earth, and you just don't know how to appreciate true greatness! So shut the hell up!!

The crowd boos again... but the cheers start as "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system, and Devaccio Pola steps out of the backstage area! He still looks a little battered after his horrific match with Hannibal at the interpromotional pay-per-view with Slam Masters Championship Wrestling, but he's looking ready for a fight tonight. His eyes are wide open, darting around wildly, and he has a microphone in hand.

D. Pola: Listen to me, you poor, misguided man... and listen well... you should have gone home when you had the chance. Yes... yes you should have. You know why? WELL, DO YOU!?!? I'll tell you why. ... Watch out. NOW IT'S TOO LATE!!! YOU WON'T BE GOING HOME EVER AGAIN, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?!? ... The only place you're going... ... ... ... IS TO THE CITY MORGUE!!!

The crowd cheers, and Devaccio Pola begins to advance on the ring, breathing heavily.

D. Pola: Let me ask you a question... just a simple little question, to get an answer or two. Do you even know the meaning of the words "hardcore" and "extreme"? You think you're hardcore because fifty or sixty people used to come and watch you hit people with aluminum-foil weapons that you made someone's basement the night before? No... no... that's not the question. Don't answer. The question I ask... the question I ask... is this. ... HAVE YOU EVER BEEN HIT IN THE FACE SO HARD THAT YOU CAN'T SEE OUT OF ONE EYE FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS!?!? HAVE YOU!?!? HAVE YOU EVER KICKED A MAN IN THE FACE SO HARD THAT PIECES OF HIS NOSE GET STUCK IN YOUR BOOTLACES!?!? BECAUSE I HAVE, AND I LIKED IT VERY MUCH!!!!

Main Street Pete's starting to back up, but it's a little too late for that... Devaccio Pola's climbing into the ring and going after him! Jerry Rogers is in the ring, calling for the bell, and we've got a match!

Devaccio Pola

vs.

Main Street Pete

Shades of Stiff Competition vs. Dave Adams and Main Street Pete, this match is pretty one-sided and brutal. Devaccio Pola destroys Main Street Pete with a lot of brutal kicks and some fast-paced high-flying moves. Main Street Pete briefly regains the advantage at one point, and retaliates with a sloppy reverse neckbreaker, some elbowdrops, and a rear chinlock. Devaccio Pola promptly fights out of the chinlock and ends the match with a quasi-legit kick to the head on Main Street Pete, after which he pins him easily.

Devaccio Pola pinned Main Street Pete after a kick to the head in 0:03:54.
Rating: * 3/4

Devaccio Pola poses for the crowd briefly, then rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage, with Main Street Pete still laid out in the ring. Even after Devaccio Pola is gone, Main Street Pete is just continuing to lay there, not moving... he may be knocked out. Finally, after a few moments, he begins to stir...

And "Brackish" by Kittie begins playing! Main Street Pete's just getting to his feet, and here comes Rebecca Black out of the backstage area! She's walking with a cocky little strut, and has that familiar smirk on her face. She stops to grab a microphone, then gets into the ring, and she's helping Main Street Pete get to his feet. She helps him up... then kicks him right in the crotch!! Main Street Pete doubles over, and Rebecca Black gives him a DDT!! Main Street Pete is laid out again, and Rebecca Black rolls him out of the ring with her feet, then turns to address the crowd.

R. Black: You know, I saw what happened last week... Crimson showed everyone that he's the real dominant force in VCW, by showing us all that my brother Troy is, in fact, his bitch... and then Troy proved what a gutless little pussy he is when he had to bring a shovel into the ring and get himself disqualified by hitting Crimson in the head with it, just to save himself. Last week, the world found out that Troy Black is even more of a bitch than I am.

Rebecca Black pauses, pacing around the ring, as the crowd starts a chant of "WE WANT TROY!" Rebecca pauses for a few seconds, smiling.

R. Black: Well, that's tough, because even if he does have the nerve to show up here tonight, he's got a surprise waiting for him. Two REAL wrestlers, two men who carry on the legacy of my father, "Superstar" Sean Black, with pride and honor... I'm talking about Tony Garcia and "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez, and they're waiting here tonight to knock Troy on his bony little ass if he has the nerve to show up tonight. So don't bet on it.

The crowd boos, and once again Rebecca Black pauses, looking around at them for a few seconds.

R. Black: You know... all this could have been avoided if he'd remembered who his family was, and gotten his ass in line when we wanted him to. Instead, he... and Gabriel, and Melissa... have to learn the hard way, with a little tough love. And speaking personally, Melissa... she's in for some REALLY tough love at Wrestlewar... because I'm going to kick her ass personally. I have to hand it to her, she not only survived the Hardcore Cage Match... she won it. But being a little poser Valley Girl... even if you're a LUCKY little poser Valley Girl... only takes you so far when you come up against the real thing.

Sure, Gwen was tough... no, fuck that, she was downright vicious... but she wasn't Sean Black's daughter. I am. I have the genetics to be the most dangerous woman on the planet, and I've been hurting people all of my life. When I was eight years old, some of the boys decided it'd be fun to mess with me... they found out differently when I went Sid Vicious on the biggest one with a pair of safety scissors. I won't even get into what I did to the cheerleading squad in high school... I don't want to put dirty thoughts in the heads of the little kids watching this. And Falcon... I think everybody saw what I did to him when I was done fooling around with him. So, Melissa... what do you think I'll do to you at Wrestlewar?

Look at yourself, with your sweet, innocent little sheltered life. Your hippie parents sent you to some little private school for the artistically gifted or something, along with your worthless brother... they took you to church every Sunday, probably gave you piano lessons and a little horsey to ride... hell, you haven't even spoken a single fucking curse word your entire time in VCW. And you're winning all these matches with the karate lessons your daddy paid for... my dad didn't pay for me to get karate lessons, Melissa. No... he took me down in the basement three times a week and made me fight for my life while he tried to fold my spine in half or rip my arm out of the socket. I didn't get any little black belt or medals or ribbons or little rewards for doing well in my lessons... I got to sleep in my own bed that night instead of a hospital bed. You wouldn't last ten seconds down in my dad's basement, you little slut... and you won't last ten seconds in the ring with me, either.

Are all these hardcore matches making you feel tough? You think you're tough like I am? You're sugar and spice, bubble gum and ice cream sodas, and bouncing on daddy's knee... I'm gunpowder and nitroglycerine, chaw and malt liquor, and spitting out your teeth after daddy's knee just connected with your jaw and crushed it like a cardboard box. You'll find out at Wrestlewar... you're NOTHING like I am. You couldn't fill my boots, unless maybe you took those two oversized reasons you got hired by VCW in the first place and stuffed them down in my boots. And now you want a match? With ME? I'll kill you. So between now and then, you have one last chance... get the hell out of VCW and RUN as far and as fast as you can. The life you save might just be your own.

The crowd boos, and Rebecca Black paces in the ring, smiling, basking in the crowd's hatred. But she raises the microphone again.

R. Black: Speaking of getting the hell out of somewhere, you hardcore VCW Arena hooligans make me sick. Don't you people EVER take a bath!? The stench that comes off of your pimple-covered, pus-oozing, lard-filled, sweat-dripping, greasy-skinned bodies makes me want to VOMIT. I'm getting the fuck out of here before I pass out from the fumes coming off of you subhuman, blobular chunks of rancid, rotting fat... but first, I'll introduce MY good friend, YOUR VCW Commissioner, and one of the few women whose physical ability has earned my respect... Virginia!!

"Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Virginia comes out of the backstage area, accompanied by Arthur Justice, while Rebecca Black leaves the ring and begins heading backstage. The two women pass in the aisle, and share a brief hug, then Virginia and Arthur Justice proceed to the ring, where Virginia grabs a microphone.

Virginia: VCW is back home, and we've got a great show for you people tonight!! Let's hear it!!

The crowd gives a smattering of cheers, but for the most part, Virginia's not going to get cheered that easily.

Virginia: Actually, I don't understand that. I mean, I don't see why we're putting on a good show in this hellhole. Personally, I wish we could just kick out a Main Street Pete versus Super Giant Ninja main event for you people, because to be honest, even that's more than you deserve.

The crowd boos loudly, and a chant of "YOU'RE A BITCH" begins for Virginia.

Virginia: If you people don't shut up, I'm going to turn right around, walk backstage, and just leave!!

The crowd explodes into cheers for that. Virginia surveys them with an angry look, then steps out of the ring and begins heading backstage, as the crowd continues to cheer. She's actually... leaving? Arthur Justice heads after her, saying something to her, and Virginia stops halfway up the aisle. She exchanges an irritated glance with Arthur Justice, then turns and heads back to the ring, as the crowd begins booing again. She climbs inside and grabs a microphone. Of course she couldn't leave... she always has to get the last words in.

Virginia: First of all... speaking of Melissa DelArmeggio, you should see her backstage. Even today... she's bruised, and battered, and horribly mutilated. She'll probably never be the same again. She was beaten within an inch of her life at Inner Fury, and she's still not healthy. In fact... I'd say she needs an appointment with a nurse or a doctor. So, tonight... Melissa, you're facing "Doctor" Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia, in a handicap elimination match. You want to win... you beat BOTH of them, tonight.

The crowd boos. Melissa DelArmeggio against "Doctor" Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia!? Melissa's a great athlete, and one of the most resilient competitors in VCW, but having to wrestle two people, and pin BOTH of them, while still severely hurt after a grueling Hardcore Cage Match eight days ago...

Virginia: Next of all... another wrestler who's still not healthy... and that's my Johnny. He's still suffering the effects of being beaten severely by Skarzz and Crimson, along with his idiot friend Naveed... so maybe it's not fair to book him in a wrestling match with Arthur Justice tonight. No... I won't do that. I'll book him in a Nightstick Match with Arthur Justice! We're putting a nightstick up on a pole, and the first person to grab it can use it. And... I think we need a special referee... so I'll volunteer for that job personally.

Oh, come on!! More boos erupt from the crowd, and with good reason. Arthur Justice versus Johnny Smiles in a Nightstick Match, tonight, with Virginia as the referee!? How much more stacked against Johnny could this match be!? He's barely in any condition to fight after taking a horrid beating from Skarzz and Crimson at Inner Fury...

Virginia: Oh, and that's not all. I still have to deal with that no-talent pretty boy, "The California Craphead" Ken Collins, who lost the VCW Television Title to King Rasta at Inner Fury. I paid big money to have King Rasta flown in tonight, and Ken Collins... you'd better hope you can get the title back this time, or you won't be getting another shot at it. And... let's see, who else... right, the Heavy Metal Express. I happen to know that Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez are backstage... so, tonight, they'll do me a small favor. They'll destroy the Heavy Metal Express for me. Marty... Lars... the party stops tonight, boys. And as far as--

"All Star" by Smash Mouth begins playing, interrupting Virginia, and the crowd doesn't know quite what to think, not recognizing the music at first. They begin mildly cheering, though, when Moy Lazzario steps out of the backstage area, carrying a microphone.

M. Lazzario: Hold it just one minute, you musclebound wench. You come out here, making these matches with stipulations that are even more ridiculous than your fake boobs, and you expect us to respect those decisions? Now, don't get me wrong... there's a lot of things I respect about you. I respect that your body's tolerance to chemicals is so great that you can take enough steroids to kill a horse and live through it. I respect that, according to half of the boys in the locker room, you give the best blowjob in town. And I respect that you actually have the courage... no, that you actually have the UNMITIGATED GALL to come out here dressed like a cheap transvestite hooker, hanging around with the biggest glad-handed, muscle-flexing, goofy-looking jackass I've ever seen!!

The crowd bursts into cheers, and Virginia looks a little taken aback. Arthur Justice grabs the microphone from Virginia and looks down the aisle at Moy Lazzario, pointing a finger at hm threateningly.

A. Justice: Now I KNOW that a skinny little punk like you didn't just come out here and try to pick a fight with me. Maybe my ears and eyes are deceiving me, because you couldn't POSSIBLY have--

Virginia grabs the microphone away from him, drawing an angry, confused stare from Arthur Justice.

Virginia: Take it easy, Arthur... I'll handle this one. You've already got Johnny tonight in a Nightstick Match, so settle down.

Arthur Justice calms down a little, but continues to stare threateningly out at Moy Lazzario, as Virginia turns her attention to him.

Virginia: Now, just who in the hell do you think you are, coming out here and talking like that to me!? Well, I'll tell you what... today's your unlucky day. See, I don't have any more people to throw at you. The Manhunters aren't here. Arthur Justice, Tony Garcia, Lorenzo Vasquez... they're all busy. So you want to know what I'm going to do to punish you for interrupting my announcements!?

M. Lazzario: What're you gonna do, bore me to sleep by talking for another fifteen minutes!?

Virginia: No... I'm telling Arthur Justice to step out of the ring, I'm telling a VCW referee to come on down to the ring, and I'm telling YOU that unless you want a pink slip right now, you'll get in here and take the beating that's coming to you, one-on-one, right NOW.

Moy Lazzario's not wasting any time, he just threw aside the microphone, and now he's charging the ring! Arthur Justice goes to the outside, and Virginia waits for Moy Lazzario, then begins brawling with him when he comes inside. Newly-hired VCW referee Brendan Powers is in the ring, and we've got a match!

Virginia
w/Arthur Justice

vs.

Moy Lazzario

Moy Lazzario and Virginia trade the advantage several times early on, but eventually Moy Lazzario's speed and superior skill allows him to pull ahead. He takes control of the match with high-flying offense, technical wrestling, and martial arts, but Arthur Justice trips him on the outside, unseen by referee Brendan Powers, allowing Virginia to take control. Virginia dominates for a while, but once again Moy Lazzario comes back with quick, skilled precision offense, taking the match over again. He goes for the Slingshot Suplex, but Arthur Justice grabs Virginia's legs and pulls her out of the move when Moy Lazzario tries to slingshot her against the top rope. Moy Lazzario turns and knocks her off the apron with a kick, though, then dives out onto both Virginia and Arthur with a plancha. He throws Virginia back in, then goes for the Lou Thesz press... but she catches him out of the move in the Spinebuster!! She goes for the pin... and gets two and nine-tenths!! But Moy Lazzario's weakened, and Virginia finishes him with a running power bomb, after which a pin attempt gets three.

Virginia pinned Moy Lazzario with a running power bomb in 0:07:59.
Rating: *

"Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing again, and Virginia gives Moy Lazzario's fallen body an X-shaped crotch chop, then heads backstage in victory with Arthur Justice, celebrating the whole time, as the crowd boos behind them. Moy Lazzario gets up shortly later and staggers backstage as well. He lost this match... but one could easily make the case that the primary reason for that was the meddling interference of Arthur Justice.

Uh-oh... now "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS just started playing, bringing out "Doctor" Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia, for the handicap-elimination match against Melissa DelArmeggio. Nurse Vivacia's dressed to wrestle, too, in a tight white spandex leotard with a red cross on the back. They enter the ring, and Dave Adams grabs a microphone.

D. Adams: Tonight... I'm scheduled to face Melissa DelArmeggio, with the lovely nurse as my partner. But as I step into this ring, as I prepare to show the world that there's nobody who can wrestle like I can, I look at this not as a wrestling match, but as a chance to practice my work. See, my labor as a doctor is a labor of LOVE, and I know that tonight I have an urgent case on my hands. After being in the Hardcore Cage eight days ago, Melissa DelArmeggio was laying in a hospital bed, writhing in pain, for two days and two nights. But tonight, after I kiss all her bruises and scrapes to make them feel better, she'll be laying in my bed, screaming my name in sexual delight, all night long.

You see, Melissa... I know what your problem is. I know that in addition to his obvious "shortcoming", that Troy has a more private "shortcoming" as well. But that's all right, because when you take one look at my God-given endowments, and you see what you've been missing all these lonely nights, you'll beg me to never leave your side again. And as I run my hands across your body, all the pain will fade away, and you'll moan and shiver and tremble until you beg me to penetrate into the--

"Sad But True" by Metallica just kicked on, interrupting Dave Adams, and the crowd begins cheering! Melissa's coming out, and more importantly, Dave Adams just shut up!! Melissa DelArmeggio steps out of the backstage area, still bearing some of the wounds from her Hardcore Cage Match eight days ago. She isn't moving with her usual energy as she heads to the ring; obviously, she's not at one hundred percent. That could be a problem in this Handicap Elimination Match.

Melissa steps into the ring, and poses on each of the top turnbuckles, drawing loud cheers from the fans, as Dave Adams eyes her salaciously. She turns back around, into the center of the ring, and Dave Adams steps forward, arms spread wide as he offers an embrace... and Melissa just gives him a look of disgust and shoves him back. Dave Adams looks a little shocked, but steps forward and offers another embrace... only to have Melissa push him away again! Dave Adams doesn't look too happy with this, and he's saying something to Melissa... he looks like he's insisting on a pre-match hug! He steps forward again... and this time Melissa steps into his arms and hugs him! WHAT!?!? The crowd boos, and Dave Adams warmly returns the hug... KNEE TO THE GUT!!! Melissa just gave Dave Adams a knee to the solar plexus, breaking the hug, and now she's attacking him! Bobcat McGavin's in the ring, and we've got a match!

Handicap Elimination Match:

"Doctor" Dave Adams & Nurse Vivacia

vs.

Melissa DelArmeggio

Melissa gets off a good initial burst of offense against Dave Adams, but then Nurse Vivacia comes from behind and rakes her eyes, stunning her and allowing Dave Adams to take control. Dave Adams dominates Melissa with basic wrestling offense, mostly allowing Nurse Vivacia to just stand back and watch, getting in a few kicks every now and then. But when he goes for a DDT, Melissa counters it with a Northern Lights suplex, but doesn't hold the bridge. Nurse Vivacia comes in, trying to stop her from getting up with a hair-pull takedown, but Melissa stays on her feet and nails Nurse Vivacia in the midsection with a swift kick, then drops her with a HARD kick to the head. Dave Adams gets back up, but a savate kick knocks him down again, and Melissa pins Nurse Vivacia for the three-count while he's down. But now Bobcat McGavin's trying to get Nurse Vivacia's prone body out of the ring, not paying attention to the action in the ring, as Melissa DelArmeggio hits Dave Adams with the Back Brain Kick!! Dave Adams goes down, and Melissa's going up to the top turnbuckle... she's going for the Frog Splash!! But she's slow to go up, due to her injured state... and Rebecca Black's charging out of the backstage area with a chair! She hits Melissa in the back with the chair as she stands on the top turnbuckle, knocking her forward into the ring!

Rebecca Black sets the chair on the apron and retreats to the backstage area again, as Bobcat McGavin turns his attention back to the match. Dave Adams is up, as Melissa gets up... and he strikes first, with a kick to the midsection. He picks her up in the vertical suplex position, and gives her the Treatment!! That's the brain buster that he's used to finish matches! He goes for the cover... only getting two and nine-tenths! Nurse Vivacia gets up on the ring apron, arguing over that count with Bobcat McGavin, and Dave Adams reaches outside the ring and grabs the chair! Melissa's getting up... and Dave Adams hits her with the chair!! Now he's picking her up... DDT ON THE CHAIR!! But he's not done yet... he kicks the chair out of the ring as Bobcat McGavin turns around, and gives her a second DDT!! He goes for the cover, and Melissa's not moving... and he gets three! Damn it, Melissa almost had this match won, if not for Rebecca Black!!

Handicap Elimination Match:
Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia defeated Melissa DelArmeggio 1 fall to 1:
----- x Melissa beat Vivacia via a kick to the head in 0:03:01.
----- x Doctor Dave beat Melissa via a DDT in 0:04:25.
Rating: DUD

Melissa is out cold after the brain buster, the chairshot, and two DDTs, one on a steel chair. The crowd's booing loudly, and Dave Adams is standing over her triumphantly... and it would appear that he has some bad intentions. He kneels over her, giving her CPR, which of course isn't needed because she never stopped breathing. Now he's turning to Nurse Vivacia... the camera's close, and can plainly hear him say "Take off her pants; it'll help her circulation." Come on, this is absurd... but he's unbuttoning her pants, and he slides them off, even pulling them off over her boots! Wearing only a pair of panties from the waist down, Melissa's still unconscious as Dave Adams tosses her pants aside... and now he's hooking his fingers under the straps of her panties... come on, don't do it... oh no, he's not going to...

Someone's coming out of the back!! TWO someones, to be exact!! It's Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders!! Dave Adams is just beginning to pull Melissa's panties down, when Bass Rogers jumps up on the apron, grabbing him by the hair, and pulls him away! Bass Rogers pulls him out of the ring, and immediately both Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders begin beating the hell out of Dave Adams!! In their minds, Stiff Competition never did get enough revenge on Dave Adams and Main Street Pete for their humiliating loss at Deck the Halls, and they're taking out more now on Dave Adams! They drag him to the entrance ramp, where Bass Rogers lifts him up in a power bomb position... Dean Sanders is giving a hand... DOUBLE POWER BOMB ON THE RAMP!!! Dave Adams just got splatted like a bug on the ramp, and he's just laying there, twitching and convulsing in pain!

Now Bass Rogers reaches in the ring, where Nurse Vivacia is cowering, afraid for her life... but he's not going for her, he's grabbing Melissa's blue jeans! What the hell... he's going over to Dave Adams... and he's choking him with Melissa's pants! He just wrapped a pair of blue jeans around his neck, and now he's dragging him up and down the ramp by them! Dave Adams can't do much more than feebly kick and squirm as Bass Rogers drags him around like this for several seconds, with the crowd laughing and cheering. Bass Rogers then wads up the blue jeans and tosses them into the crowd, where a merry tug-of-war begins over them.

Now Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders are heading backstage, with Dave Adams laid out... and Melissa's getting back up!! Nurse Vivacia drops to her knees, begging off... and Melissa drops her with a right hand to the side of the head, drawing loud cheers from the crowd! Now she's leaving, heading up the ramp... and she comes to Dave Adams, still laid out in the middle of the ramp, clutching at his neck. She grabs his legs and holds them spread apart... Dave Adams realizes what she's about to do, and begins begging off... but to no avail!! Melissa just kicked a field goal with his crotch, and Dave Adams is curled into a ball, clutching his groin, as Melissa heads backstage in her panties. Trainers are coming out to help Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia away... and it's probably safe to assume that their plans for the night are pretty well shot.

It's time for the next match now... "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye begins playing, and here comes Rex Richards again, along with his three female companions. This time, one of them is wearing black and silver face paint, in an intricate pattern with many Japanese characters. The entrance for him this time isn't quite as flashy, though he does get the pyro and the red and gold spotlights when he takes off his robe and poses in the ring. The crowd gives him a mild reaction of boos, which continue as he grabs the microphone.

R. Richards: And you lucky people here in the VCW Arena are now graced with the presence of the super-sensational badass Gaijin Sex Machine, "Double R" Rex Richards. In case you didn't know, I was away from VCW for six months, over in SJPW on a little talent exchange... and I'm not lying when I say I caused more Japanese casualties than World War II. But when it comes to the ladies... hahahahaha... I'd rather make love than war. So right now, I'd like you folks to get acquainted with my scandalous females... all of whom are well-versed in the art of karate, might I add. To the far left... the beautiful Minako!!

Minako, a long-haired, full-figured, attractive woman who's wearing a red shirt and black jeans, steps forward and goes into a quick display of martial arts and acrobatic prowess, with many flashy kicks, flips, and jumps involved, ending with a handspring maneuver that lands her right in the arms of Rex Richards, who catches her and sets her down, wrapping an arm around her waist. The crowd gives her plenty of cheers and catcalls as she bounces alluringly during the display.

R. Richards: To the middle... the graceful, elegant Sophie!!

The more slender and athletic Sophie, who has shoulder-length hair and is wearing a white shirt with leather pants, steps forward and launches into a fast martial-arts display as well. The only problem is that when she goes for a spinning jump kick, she flies out of control and lands right on her butt. Rex Richards and the other two women share a laugh at her expense as she blushes and smiles nervously, then steps back to her original position and folds her arms across her chest, pouting.

R. Richards: Sophie, you dumb slut... you're messing up my promo time. Get it right next time. But we've saved the best for last, folks... the dangerous, diabolical, and delectable Komachi!!

Komachi, dressed in a spandex leotard, with black and silver face paint and relatively short hair, is easily two or three inches taller and probably forty pounds heavier, in muscle, than the other two women. Unlike the other two, who focused on choreographed flips and kicks, Komachi's demonstration of martial arts prowess consists of lethal, legit-looking punches and kicks. She finishes with a swift roundhouse kick that looks capable of decapitating someone, then goes into a karate stance, before stepping back to take the other place at Rex Richards's side.

R. Richards: Now that you've seen the power of the females, allow me to show you one other thing, and that's a man getting destroyed right here in this ring! Get Robert Danson out here!!

"Domination" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers... here comes Robert Danson, along with Nicole! And he has a microphone, too... he stops at the top of the entrance ramp to address Rex Richards.

R. Danson: Rex, I must say, it's good to see you back, and it's always a pleasure to see your lovely female companions. But it wouldn't surprise me if you were running a little short on cash. I mean, I myself know how hard it is on the finances to entertain just ONE woman, and I'll imagine those three can really put away the sake and sushi. And getting the stains out of the bedsheets every night after a night of frenzied, sensual, passionate frolicking... I should know, I do a lot of frolicking myself. Nicole's a pretty good frolick, in my opinion. I mean, the bottom line is, money can't buy love, but it sure can subsudize it, right?

The crowd seems a little confused, and Rex Richards is staring out at Robert Danson a little puzzled. Nicole is giving him a dirty look after some of his comments as well.

R. Richards: I've got money. What the hell are you getting at!?

R. Danson: Well, have you got ENOUGH money? That's the question. I've done this before on occasion, and I mean... with all due respect to the new skills you developed in Japan, nobody really wants to see Rex Richards wrestle... so why don't we just work out a mutually beneficial relationship? I'm prepared to pay you two hundred and fifty dollars, in cash, to put me over tonight... or, for a ten percent service fee, I can take it down to a currency exchange and bring it to you in yen. Just let me pin you, and--

R. Richards: What the hell!?!? You cocky punk-ass motherfucker!! You think I'm gonna take a dive for you!? Pal, I'm an international superstar, and this is just EXACTLY the kind of sports entertainment bullshit that would get you booed out of any arena in the country of Japan. I'm insulted that...

Rex Richards trails off as Minako whispers something in his ear. He looks a little crestfallen at what she tells him, and turns to Robert Danson, looking sheepish.

R. Richards: Err... I mean, you've got a deal. Baby needs a new pair of shoes and all that.

R. Danson: Glad we could do business. I'm sure you'll look fondly upon this moment later.

Robert Danson is heading to the ring, and he takes a handful of bills from Nicole. He's going to bribe Rex Richards into taking a dive for him, it would seem. He enters the ring, and exchanges a moneyed handshake from Rex Richards... but Rex Richards just pulled him in... BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! It was a setup! Rex Richards exchanges a wink with Minako and stuffs the money down his trunks, then begins stomping the crap out of Robert Danson, as Linda Peterson enters the ring to officiate this match!

"Double R" Rex Richards
w/Minako, Sophie, & Komachi

vs.

Robert Danson
w/Nicole

Robert Danson is left in a bad way after taking a big belly-to-belly suplex, and Rex Richards controls the opening moments of this match with simple, though crisp and stiff, offense. But eventually, Robert Danson begins making a recovery, and his superior strength, quickness, and technical wrestling ability come into play, as he takes control of the match. Rex Richards makes a few brawling mini-comebacks, but each time Robert Danson reverses the advantage, keeping control of the match. The Running Powerslam gets two before Sophie puts Rex Richards's foot on the ropes, breaking the count. Robert Danson goes up top for a flying legdrop, but while Linda Peterson is distracted, asking Sophie if she put Rex's foot on the ropes, Minako comes from behind and pushes Robert Danson off of the top turnbuckle. Nicole moves to try to stop her, but Komachi grabs her... AND SPITS BLUE MIST IN HER FACE!!! Nicole goes down, clutching at her eyes and screaming, and now Linda Peterson turns to her, to see what's going wrong... and Minako just slipped Rex Richards brass knuckles as he gets up! Robert Danson is up too... and Rex Richards lays him out with the brass knuckles, then tosses those out of the ring! Linda Peterson turns around as he goes for the cover... and counts three!! Robert Danson was screwed, big time!!

Rex Richards pinned Robert Danson after hitting him with brass knuckles in 0:07:11.
Rating: * 3/4

Rex Richards is celebrating his ill-gotten victory, as the groggy Robert Danson rolls out of the ring to check on Nicole, who's still down and clutching at her eyes. Rex Richards celebrates with a group hug involving all three women, who each run their hands over his body and struggle to be the one who gets closest to him. But while he's celebrating, someone's coming from the backstage area!! It's Salvaje Demonio! He slides in the ring behind Rex Richards, and grabs his arms from behind... RELEASE TIGER SUPLEX!! He gets up, daring any of the women to stop him... and Komachi throws up her fists in a karate stance, but quickly bails out of the ring as Salvaje Demonio throws a spin kick her way. Salvaje Demonio reaches into Rex Richards's tights... and he's stealing the money Rex Richards stole from Robert Danson, and now he's leaving the ring! Salvaje Demonio just mugged Rex Richards in the middle of the ring, and his payoff just took the day off!!

Our next match will be a brutal Four-Way Tornado Street Fight, after the wounded are helped backstage... but first, Ziggy Adderloaf is backstage, we understand, as Troy Black and Gabriel Black arrive in the building!! Way to stay on the scene, Ziggy! Let's go to that now, as Rex Richards and his female friends make their exit, and Robert Danson tries to get some medical assistance for Nicole.

Backstage...

A camera is present as Troy and Gabriel Black walk in through the arena doors. Troy Black is carrying a shovel, and both men are in street clothes; specifically, a Black Sabbath concert T-shirt for Troy Black, and a Christopher Daniels "Fallen Angel" T-shirt on Gabriel Black. Ziggy Adderloaf walks up to them.

Z. Adderloaf: Troy! Gabriel! Have you heard about anything that's gone on tonight? Do you know about tonight's matches? And... um... what's with the shovel!?

T. Black: You remember that little "interview" that Crimson had with me, Ziggy? Well, tonight me and Crimson are gonna have real good times. And that's all I have to say.

G. Black: He's... not in a conversational mood tonight. And why should he be? He was robbed not only of his chance to regain the title last week, but of something more valuable. Call it "pride" or "control", or whatever you will. I shudder to think what would have happened had I not sought the opportunity to hide in the casket... and I shudder to think what awaits Crimson tonight if Troy finds him. You may know by now that we're not a forgiving or compassionate family.

Z. Adderloaf: Errr... yes. Well, Crimson's scheduled for a match in the main events, and...

Ziggy Adderloaf trails off as Melissa DelArmeggio walks up to them, still wearing only panties and boots from the waist down. Gabriel Black's eyes widen, but Troy Black hardly seems to notice, staring into space as he grips the shovel tightly. Ziggy Adderloaf, in contrast, stops and stares, his mouth hanging open, and begins to visibly drool, drawing an irritated look from Melissa.

M. DelArmeggio: Come on, Ziggy... what's your problem? Haven't you ever seen a woman without pants on before!? ... ... ... Actually, never mind. Anyway, guys... I'm glad you're here. As--

Troy Black suddenly snaps into the present, and seems to notice what's going on around him. He grabs Melissa by the shirt and forces her up against the wall, looking into her eyes with a primal rage in his own bright green eyes. Ziggy Adderloaf steps back fearfully.

T. Black: No... Crimson... he didn't... what did that son of a bitch do to you!? Where is he!? I'll kill him!! YOU HEAR ME!?!? I'LL TAKE HIS HEAD OFF WITH THIS SHOVEL AND BURY IT BEHIND THE ARENA!!!

M. DelArmeggio: Troy!! Calm down, for God's sake. It was just something stupid that happened in my match tonight. That pervert Dave Adams took my pants, and then Bass Rogers choked him out with them and threw them into the crowd. I wish he wouldn't have... my wallet was in the pocket! Actually, I--

T. Black: Is he here in the arena!?

M. DelArmeggio: Dave Adams? No, I think he left after Bass Rogers--

T. Black: No, Crimson.

M. DelArmeggio: Yeah... Jack and Butch have a match up next. He's probably with them.

T. Black: Good. He's here, and he'll be alone in a few minutes. Say no more.

Troy Black turns and begins to walk away with the shovel, but Melissa begins following him.

M. DelArmeggio: Troy, this is stupid. Just wait...

Troy Black turns around and fixes Melissa with his rage-filled stare, stopping her in her tracks.

T. Black: I'll see you later.

Troy Black turns and begins walking away, his knuckles growing white as his grip on the shovel tightens. Melissa DelArmeggio begins to go after him, but Gabriel Black motions for her to stop.

G. Black: Trying to stop him now would just get you a shovel to the head. Trust me... even the car ride to the arena with him was a unique experience.

M. DelArmeggio: ... I guess you're right. Anyway, what I was going to ask you is... did you bring a spare pair of pants? Mine kind of got thrown into the crowd.

Gabriel Black hands Melissa the bags that he was carrying.

G. Black: Here, there should be one in there. I highly doubt you have a thirty-six inch waist, however... so you may want to find something to tie around the middle. Take them back to the locker room... I'll be there with you shortly.

M. DelArmeggio: Thanks, Gabriel. At least someone has his head on his shoulders tonight...

Melissa DelArmeggio leaves with the bags, headed down the hall, and Gabriel Black turns back to Ziggy.

G. Black: Was there anything else you require of me?

Z. Adderloaf: Well, I was kind of wanting to get your comments. You're facing Dick Douglas today... and we also know that the man who nearly crushed your skull at Deck the Halls, Tony Garcia, is--

G. Black: Tony Garcia, yes. Allow me to explain... I didn't wish to make the same mistake twice. Until that moment, I thought of him as my friend... and I refused to give him the Destiny Driver at Deck the Halls. But when he tried to crush my skull... opened that huge slash on the side of my head... that spawned a new feeling in my heart... for he had committed the sin of betrayal, and after I was reduced to a fallen heap on the mat, I knew that I had to punish him. Tony Garcia is strong, powerful... he's a veritable leviathan of a man... but I'm Gabriel Black. I'm the son of "Superstar" Sean Black. He rendered my show of mercy into the act of a fool. But as you'll soon find out... as Tony Garcia himself will soon find out... I'm nobody's fool.

Gabriel Black steps in closer to Ziggy Adderloaf, and puts a fist to his heart, over the "Fallen Angel" T-shirt.

G. Black: Gabriel Black... is NOBODY's fool.

Gabriel Black steps away and begins heading down the hall, leaving Ziggy Adderloaf behind to stare after him in awe, with a little bit of fright as well. The camera fades out on that scene.

Wow. Troy Black is severely disturbed by Crimson's recent actions, and it's showing. Crimson is the VCW World Champion, and probably the most dominant, unstoppable force in VCW... but all the same, you have to think that if Troy Black finds him, he could be in for a bad time. Even if you're nearly seven feet tall, and the VCW World Champion, you don't want to meet up with Troy Black in his current state, while he's carrying a shovel.

But back in the ring, we've got a brawl breaking out! Stiff Competition, Big Trouble, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers have come out for the Four-Way Tornado Street Fight already, and they're starting without the Wrecking Crew. But "Domination" by Pantera just hit the arena sound system, and here comes the Wrecking Crew, Blade and John Uldwall, to join the fight!! They charge the ringside area and begin attacking everything that moves. VCW referee Jerry Rogers has the unenviable task of officiating this match, and it's beginning now!

Four-Way Tornado Street Fight:

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson)

vs.

Stiff Competition

vs.

Big Trouble
w/Stormy Weathers

vs.

Wrecking Crew

Chaos reigns freely in this match, where every man is legal, and the first pinfall scored will get the victory for the team earning the pin. As a result, teams frequently break up each other's pins. Brawling with foreign objects, fists, and feet dominates this match, though Dean Sanders does manage to work in a few wrestling moves against Blade and Butch Manson. Bladejobs also pile up, as Bass Rogers, Dean Sanders, and John Uldwall end up bloody in short order. As the match goes on, Big Trouble gains control of this match temporarily by using their superior size and striking an uneasy alliance with Hell's Bikers, as they use frying pans, garbage cans, two-by-fours, and any other foreign object they can find to keep the opposition subdued. Jorge Gonzalez hits the Clawslam on Dean Sanders, getting blood all over his hand in so doing, but when he goes for the pin, Hell's Bikers turn on Big Trouble, breaking the pin and attacking them with foreign objects.

In the chaos, Bass Rogers rises up after taking a beating, and proceeds to grab a chair while Hell's Bikers and Big Trouble fight it out. He enters the ring and goes berserk, laying out everybody in his path with massive, hard chairshots, adding Butch Manson to the list of people busted open in this match. But the Wrecking Crew also come back into the fray, and when Bass Rogers tries to give Blade a shot from the chair, Blade jumps up and bashes the chair into his face with a spinning leg lariat. But Bass Rogers doesn't sell that; he bellows loudly, then bashes his own head against the chair repeatedly, not selling that either! He throws the chair aside and charges Blade... but Blade steps to the side and uses his momentum to take him over the top rope, as John Uldwall finishes disposing of Hell's Bikers and Big Trouble. Blade goes up to the top turnbuckle as Ron Reese gets back to his feet, and John Uldwall goes behind him... BREAKDOWN!!! Blade goes for the cover... and Stormy Weathers pulls him out by the foot!! But now John Uldwall makes the cover, as Blade decks Stormy Weathers on the outside! Jack Norman's coming over to break the pin... but doesn't make it before the three count!! The Wrecking Crew win!!

Four-Way Tornado Street Fight:
The Wrecking Crew defeated Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman and Butch Manson), Stiff Competition, and Big Trouble when Uldwall pinned Reese with the Breakdown in 0:10:04.
Rating: 1/2*

The Wrecking Crew just won the match, but the brawl's still not over!! Jack Norman's pummelling John Uldwall, and now Blade's coming in to help, but so's Butch Manson! The Wrecking Crew and Hell's Bikers are renewing their age-old rivalry with a brawl in the middle of the ring! And the Wrecking Crew are gaining the upper hand in the ring... while outside of the ring, Bass Rogers just laid out Jorge Gonzalez with a series of massive chairshots!! Now Bass Rogers is heading backstage... but back in the ring, John Uldwall sends Butch Manson crashing out of the ring to the floor with a massive shoulder tackle, and now he teams up with Blade, sending Jack Norman into the ropes... and they send him to the mat with a double shoulderblock! Jack Norman rolls out of the ring to join his partner on the outside, and they're retreating up the aisle... but he's grabbing a microphone!

J. Norman: Wrecking Crew!! We're sick of having to beat your asses week after week after week, every time we turn around! We've been kicking your asses in arenas nationwide for two whole years now!! So we're gonna end this thing, and we're gonna end it the same way we started it. Barbed Wire Match!! Wrestlewar!! If you've got the guts, show up, because we're taking you out for the last time!!

The crowd can't help but cheer for that! These two teams started their rivalry in a Barbed Wire Match at the first Wrestlewar, two years ago... and it looks like that's where they intend to end it!! Blade's grabbing a microphone, and it looks like they intend to respond!

Blade: You want a Barbed Wire Match!? You've got a Barbed Wire Match!! Tell these punks how it is, John!!

John Uldwall takes the microphone and faces the Wrecking Crew, looking out at them with a vicious snarl.

J. Uldwall: It's been TWO YEARS of the most brutal ass-kickings in VCW, leading up to this moment! Wrestlewar... we'll take down the ropes, and put up the barbed wire... and in that Barbed Wire Match, we're gonna beat you up, break you down, and tear you to shreds for the LAST time!!

The crowd cheers, and the two teams continue to yell threats at each other across the ramp for a little while, then Hell's Bikers turn and head backstage, followed shortly by the Wrecking Crew. That was... hold on, wait just a second! We understand that during this match, there was a camera near Crimson's locker room, and Troy Black came in! Do we have that footage available now!? WE DO!! Let's go to that footage now!

Moments ago, backstage...

Crimson is shown sitting in a locker room, along with Dick Douglas, watching the Four-Way Tornado Street Fight on a monitor. He turns to Dick Douglas.

Crimson: Damn it, you little piece of shit, make yourself useful. Get me a beer.

D. Douglas: Uhh... yeah, sure thing boss.

Dick Douglas nervously backs away from Crimson, and leaves the room. Crimson sits still, intently watching the match, apparently not noticing a small "clang" sound, followed by a "thump" in the background. But he notices when the door to the room flies open, turning around just in time to catch the metal head of a shovel right between the eyes. He falls to the floor, and Troy Black enters the room and stands over him, putting the blade of the shovel to his throat, then looks down at Crimson, speaking in a low, venomous voice.

T. Black: You even START to move, and I bury this thing in your throat. I don't even want to see your hands twitch, understand!?

Crimson: What the fuck... ... ... all right. Looks like you got me, boy. You proud of yourself now!? Yeah, you're--

T. Black: Shut up.

Troy Black prods Crimson's throat lightly with the blade of the shovel, and Crimson stops talking.

T. Black: Last week... you took it upon yourself to teach me some lessons. Tonight, there's just one lesson I have for you, and it's really simple. What goes around comes around. You just remember that.

Troy Black raises the shovel and brings it down across Crimson's head, then does it again, knocking him out on the floor, and opening a bloody wound on his head. He throws the shovel down on Crimson's body, then walks out of the door, leaving Crimson as a motionless, bleeding mass on the floor.

The camera angle shifts as Troy Black walks out of the locker room, revealing the fallen form of Dick Douglas, who was evidently waylaid in the hallway by Troy Black. Troy begins walking down the hall, but suddenly Tony Garcia springs from behind a stack of boxes, coming up from behind Troy, and nailing him in the back with the wooden axe handle. Tony Garcia begins flailing away at Troy Black with the axe handle, beating the hell out of him with the axe handle. Lorenzo Vasquez also runs up on the scene, carrying a chair, and begins driving the edge of it down repeatedly into the back of his neck. They just stand there and nail him with their weapons for over a minute, like machines programmed only to attack, then Lorenzo throws down the chair onto the fallen, destroyed form of Troy Black. Tony Garcia lays in one last good blow to the back with the axe handle, then looks down and spits on him.

T. Garcia: Yeah, that's right, Troy. What goes around comes around. You just remember that.

Trainers and medical crew start pouring out of the woodwork, coming over to Troy Black and checking on him, then looking at each other with grave faces. One particularly unsmart individual turns to Lorenzo Vasquez, looking concerned.

Medic: What... happened to him?

L. Vasquez: Ahh, you know... he was watching that one episode of Pokemon, and started having a bunch of seizures and shit, and flipping out... damndest thing I ever saw.

T. Garcia: Come on, let's get out of here. We got the job done... now let's get ready for our match.

L. Vasquez: Fuck yes, we got the job done! We FUCKED his ass UP.

T. Garcia: This ain't nothing. You should see some of the stuff me and his daddy used to do to guys in parking lots, man. This ain't nothing new. I've put more people in the hospital than a whole parking garage full of ambulances.

Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez walk away as the footage ends, leaving the medical crew to load Troy onto a stretcher and take him away.

My God... once again, Troy Black is the recipient of a savage beating backstage, after gaining revenge against Crimson moments ago. How much more can he take, physically or mentally!? But will Crimson and Dick Douglas be able to compete tonight after getting laid out with the shovel!? We'll find out... but right now, we've got a match!

"Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as the former VCW Television Champion, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, makes his way out of the backstage area, accompanied by Stacey Lockman. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone.

K. Collins: Eight days ago, at Inner Fury... I lost the VCW Television Title to King Rasta, from SMCW. But tonight, I'm here to take it back. King Rasta's here tonight, and he's giving me a rematch for the title. And just like I beat Jiro Tobikuma to win the title... I'm going to beat him tonight. I have to beat him tonight.

"Jungle Boogie" by Kool and the Gang begins playing, bringing out the VCW Television Champion, King Rasta, along with Bobby the Monkey. We are seeing an SMCW wrestler defending a VCW title on a VCW television program, right here, tonight! The crowd gives a mixed reaction to King Rasta; some fans like his flamboyant gimmick and demeanor, while other VCW hardliners just want to see the belt back with Ken Collins. He's entering the ring, and so's Bobcat McGavin, the referee for this match. The bell sounds, and the match is beginning!!

For the VCW Television Title:

King Rasta (c)
w/Bobby the Monkey

vs.

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins
w/Stacey Lockman

The technical wrestling expertise of Ken Collins allows him to control the early portions of this match, but the size and power of King Rasta are such that the offense that he does get in hits Ken Collins with devestating force. King Rasta takes control after dodging a Ken Collins dropkick, then begins unleashing his own offense, tossing Ken Collins around the ring, bashing him with huge clotheslines, and taking him down with powerhouse suplexes. After a belly-to-belly suplex that sent Ken Collins crashing to the mat, King Rasta goes up to the top turnbuckle, and attempts a flying kneedrop... but Ken Collins rolls out of the way, and King Rasta wipes out on his knees! Ken Collins immediately looks for the advantage, going after his knees with a purpose, taking his larger opponent's legs out from under him. Some dominant technical wrestling by Ken Collins follows, but King Rasta keeps getting to the ropes when Ken Collins puts on a kneebar or half Boston to go for the submission. But when Ken Collins goes for a German suplex, King Rasta catches him with a massive elbow to the face, then goes behind and suplexes Ken Collins nearly out of his boots!

Weak leg and all, King Rasta starts making a comeback, hitting Ken Collins with some powerful offense... then he begins going up to the top turnbuckle... he's going to go for the Dreadlock Drop!! But with his weakened leg, he's too slow to get up to the top... and Ken Collins gets up and meets him at the top! Ken Collins nails him with some quick shots to the ribs... SUPERPLEX!! Ken Collins took King Rasta down with a superplex, and now he's dragging him into the middle of the ring... and he's slapping on a figure-four leglock!! Ken Collins has King Rasta in the middle of the ring, in a figure-four... King Rasta's tough, but he's taken a lot, and you can practically feel the VCW Television Title changing hands! He's too far from the ropes, and he can't quite seem to muster the strength to turn it after having the wind knocked out of him in that massive superplex! He may just have no choice but to tap out!!

But what's this... Arthur Justice and Virginia just came out of the backstage area, and they're coming to the ring... Arthur Justice grabs Stacey Lockman!! Arthur Justice is dragging Stacey Lockman away from the ring, as she struggles and protests to no avail. And now Virginia's grabbing a chair, and stepping into the ring! Bobby the Monkey's up on the apron, trying to point out to referee Bobcat McGavin what's going on, but he's just providing more of a distraction! Bobcat McGavin can't understand him! And Virginia just nailed Ken Collins with the chair!! That breaks the figure-four, and now Virginia's nailing King Rasta with the chair as well! She puts King Rasta on top of Ken Collins, then steps out of the ring and yells for Bobcat McGavin to turn around! He does, and he sees King Rasta's unconscious body covering the unconscious body of Ken Collins... and he makes the three count! King Rasta retains!

King Rasta defeated Ken Collins via pinfall in 0:11:10.
Rating: ***
(King Rasta retained the VCW Television Title.)

Ken Collins just got screwed out of the VCW Television Title by Virginia, but why!? Does she have such a grudge against him than she'd rather see the title stay on somebody who isn't even a VCW employee!? Virginia's heading backstage, and Bobby the Monkey's in the ring, checking on King Rasta as he and Ken Collins get up in the ring, exchanging a glance as King Rasta is handed the VCW Television Title. Neither man appears to be happy about the outcome of this match, but there's nothing they can do about it now. Ken Collins exchanges a somewhat disappointed handshake with King Rasta, and helps him to limp backstage, as the crowd gives a small pop for the show of mutual respect.

Now we understand that Ziggy Adderloaf has another backstage interview set up, this time with Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, of the Hammer of the Gods, who are scheduled to defend the VCW World Tag Team Titles next, against the number-one contenders, the Ontario Color Show. Let's go backstage to that now.

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with VCW World Tag Team Champions Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, along with their valet, the VCW T & A Champion, Jasmina Chastity. Both of the men look a little bit nervous and focused on the match, while Jasmina Chastity stands to the side, eating a banana in a somewhat lewd manner. Ziggy Adderloaf watches for a few seconds with glazed-over eyes, then quickly fixes his attention on Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon again.

Z. Adderloaf: Okay, so... guys, you've got a match with a tag team that some people are calling the greatest team in VCW history, the Ontario Color Show... and your VCW World Tag Team Titles are on the line. What are your thoughts going into this match?

J. Idol: You know who the people calling the Ontario Color Show the greatest tag team in VCW history are? I'll tell you. Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, and that's it. Everyone else realizes that the greatest tag team in VCW is the one that's holding the VCW World Tag Team Titles. We don't need to go around bragging and boasting, telling everyone we're the best team in VCW... these titles say it all for us. And I can tell you one more thing... we're not losing them tonight.

R. Solomon: Whether you like to admit it, we're the the elite in VCW. Every last one of us, even Jasmina, wears a VCW title belt. I wouldn't bet on us losing belts... if King Rasta and Crimson don't watch their step, we may end up adding a few to the collection. It's not our fault that championship belts love to be around our waists... and if you think that those tie-dye wearing fruitcakes can stop us tonight, you just need to watch and learn. Now, if you'll excuse us... we've got a match.

Rob Solomon and Jacob Idol turn to leave, as Jasmina Chastity finishes eating the banana and tosses the peel aside. Ziggy Adderloaf watches them leave, then turns back to the camera.

Z. Adderloaf: We'll find out just who the best tag team in VCW is, next! Let's get back to the ring!

Ziggy Adderloaf turns to walk off the scene, but slips on the banana peel that Jasmina Chastity had discarded and falls to the floor, as laughter comes from off-screen. The camera fades out of the somewhat pathetic sight of Ziggy Adderloaf lying on the floor.

The Ontario Color Show is already in the ring, along with Jennie, waiting for the match... and "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin just started playing! Here come the VCW World Tag Team Champions!! Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon come out of the backstage area, walking with Jacob Idol's girlfriend, the VCW T & A Champion, Jasmina Chastity. Rob Solomon, as usual, is carrying the hockey stick. They're not wasting any time... they're entering the ring right now! New referee Brendan Powers is in the ring, calling for the bell, and we've got a match!!

For the VCW World Tag Team Titles:

Ontario Color Show
w/Jennie

vs.

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

The match opens with Owen Addison and Jacob Idol facing off in a technical wrestling showdown. Both these men know each other quite well; Jacob Idol knows that Owen Addison has a weak rotator cuff, and goes after his arm, while Owen Addison knows that Jacob Idol will go after his arm, and is prepared to counter-wrestle his attacks. After a few minutes, and several impressive exchanges of technical wrestling, it's appearing that Owen Addison is gaining the upper hand. He puts on a headlock and tags in Paul Canyon... and Rob Solomon just picked up the hockey stick, and he's in the ring!! Ignoring Brendan Powers's protests, he nails Owen Addison with it, then gives Paul Canyon a shot as well!! Brendan Powers instantly calls for the disqualification! What the hell is wrong with Rob Solomon!?

The Ontario Color Show defeated The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol & Rob Solomon) when P. Canyon defeated Idol via disqualification in 0:02:21.
Rating: * 1/4
(The Hammer of the Gods retained the VCW World Tag Team Titles.)

Rob Solomon gives Paul Canyon a few more shots with the hockey stick, then turns and nails Owen Addison again before he can get up. Jacob Idol's up, and he's stomping away at them as well! Damn it, this isn't fair!! The Ontario Color Show went through week after week of obstacles to get this title shot, and the Hammer of the Gods just intentionally got disqualified to retain the titles! And now they're beating the hell out of the Ontario Color Show! But Jennie just entered the ring, and grabbed Jacob Idol from behind!! He turns around... and gets a kick to the groin! Jennie grabs his hair... CARPET MUNCHER!! The crowd explodes! Jennie just took Jacob Idol down... and Rob Solomon nails her square in the kneecap with the hockey stick as she gets up, doubling her over, then drills her right in the side of the head!! Rob Solomon just beat up a hundred and twenty pound woman with a hockey stick!!

Jacob Idol's getting back up, a little disoriented after the Carpet Muncher... and now Jasmina Chastity's in the ring. Jasmina Chastity grabs Jennie's leg, and applies a kneebar! She actually picked up a wrestling move or two somewhere along the lines, and now she's using that knowledge to her advantage, taking out Jennie's knee. Meanwhile, Jacob Idol holds out Owen Addison's arm out... and Rob Solomon nails him in the shoulder with the hockey stick repeatedly! They're trying to reinjure his shoulder! Paul Canyon begins to stir... and Jacob Idol hauls him up, then drops him with a DDT!

But someone's coming out of the backstage area! It's Christina Ellis! Since Deck the Halls, she's been somewhat aligned with Jennie and the Ontario Color Show, and now she's running to the ring... but she's not expecting to fight off both Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon... is she!? She enters the ring, and charges Rob Solomon, but he sees her coming! He swings the hockey stick... Christina ducks!! Rob Solomon hits Jacob Idol!! Jacob Idol is down!! Rob Solomon's jaw drops... and he throws aside the hockey stick and charges... right into an armdrag takedown! He pops up again, and runs at her again... and Christina Ellis takes him down again! He gets up and advances on her again, but feints and takes her down with a spin kick! Christina Ellis is starting to get up, but Rob Solomon's waiting on her... LARIAT!! Rob Solomon just killed Christina Ellis with a big lariat, and her body joins the other fallen bodies scattered throughout the ring.

Jacob Idol's getting back to his feet now, and Jasmina Chastity's finally releasing the kneebar on Jennie, but it looks like the damage was done, all across the board. The Ontario Color Show were just screwed out of their title shot against Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, and Jennie and Christina Ellis were both brought down too... but they're not done!! Rob Solomon's reaching under the ring... and he just pulled out a ladder!! Rob Solomon brings the ladder into the ring, and sets it up... what's he going to do!? Jacob Idol is holding Owen Addison's arm out to his side on the mat, and Rob Solomon climbs the ladder. He wouldn't... no!! KATANA LEGDROP!! Rob Solomon just hit the Katana Legdrop on Owen's shoulder, from the top of the ladder!! Owen Addison clutches his shoulder, writhing in pain on the mat, and Rob Solomon looks pleased with himself!!

Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon are heading backstage now, along with Jasmina Chastity... and I think we'll need to get the trainers out here. Paul Canyon and Christina Ellis look pretty shaken up, and Jennie's knee and Owen's shoulder both could be seriously injured. This wasn't a wrestling match, this was an assassination attempt by the VCW World Tag Team Champions, who are obviously too scared of the competition to defend those titles in an even, two-on-two match. If we had a fair, impartial commissioner who was dedicated to upholding the rules in VCW, there'd be hell to pay for this cowardly attack... but somehow, I don't think Virginia's going to care all that much.

Before we go to the next match, we understand that a camera is recording some backstage footage in Falcon's locker room. He'll be one of the participants in the six-man tag team match that's the main event tonight... could this have something to do with that match? Let's take a look, courtesy of the Big Brother Production Team.

Backstage...

Falcon is shown sitting backstage without his shirt, revealing tape across his lower midsection. Lady Erica Whitmore is also in the room, dressed in a T-shirt and blue jeans, and they appear to be in the middle of a conversation.

Falcon: About the match later on tonight... are you sure you want to be out there? Lance is on the other side, and I know that things are a little tense right now... so if you want to stay back I'll understand.

L.E. Whitmore: Hiding from it won't make it go away. Besides... he's harmless. He didn't intentionally strike me with that wrench.

Falcon: Yeah, but he did intentionally hit me. I guess that's what I'm getting at. You and him... maybe I'm wrong, but there's still something there. Maybe not much, but there's something. But I'll tell you up from... he ruined the first title shot I've gotten in months, and hit both of us with a wrench, intentionally or not... and I'm going to make him wish he hadn't.

L.E. Whitmore: If you're worried that I'd start... taking up for Lance, don't be. As far as I'm concerned, he earned every bit of what you might do to him. Even though he didn't mean to strike me with that wrench, he did strike you... and you're my friend. I can't approve of that.

Falcon: I wouldn't make such a big deal of it... but you're the only one I've got left. Jeff's gone, Brian went crazy and hurt his neck, and Melissa... well, let's just say I'm not welcome with her little... clique anymore. God, I hate to sound like Troy, but... given the past, I need to know I can trust you.

L.E. Whitmore: Of course... you can absolutely trust me.

Falcon: Okay. That's all I needed to hear. ... Well, we've still got a while before the match. Want to go get a beer or two?

L.E. Whitmore: More of your "cheap American horse urine", as I believe it was... sure. I'd love to.

Falcon grabs his shirt off of a rack in the dressing room and puts it on, and he leaves the locker room with Lady Erica Whitmore.

Falcon brings up a good point here... Lady Erica Whitmore has been known to have a past history with Lance Errington... and she has also been known to turn against people at inopportune times. Is this friendship with Falcon and new attitude genuine, or will the old, treacherous side of her personality emerge from hiding? It may be a little unfair to speculate about it just yet... but it's not outside the realm of possibility.

Back in the ring area, "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison is playing, and here comes the Heavy Metal Express! The crowd cheers loudly as Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale come to the ring, then begin headbanging and playing air guitar to their music, seemingly oblivious to the match that awaits them. Despite their somewhat whimsical character and lack of focus, they've been quite successful recently. In fact, last week, they scored what has to be considered a MAJOR upset victory, when, with a little help from a surprise appearance by Bret "The Hitman" Hart, Lars Coverdale made Julian Page tap out to his own stolen finishing maneuver, the Sharpshooter. That, combined with redeeming their Deck the Halls loss to the Manhunters at This Tuesday in Toronto, may place them with the Ontario Color Show, the Wrecking Crew, and the Hammer of the Gods as one of the top tag teams in VCW.

But what a challenge they have tonight, coming up... "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie cuts the party in the ring short, and here comes the opposition. Defeating Julian Page, with his own finishing move no less, is one thing... but here comes nearly three hundred and fifty pounds of sadistic destructive force in Tony Garcia, along with the always dangerous Lorenzo Vasquez, and Rebecca Black. They've already laid Troy Black out backstage, and now it would seem that they're coming to claim a pair of victims in the ring. The odds sheets say that the Heavy Metal Express will be lucky enough to survive this match, let alone win it... but they've pulled off upset victories before. Can they somehow do it again!?

We'll find out, because Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez are stepping into the ring, staring at the Heavy Metal Express with sadistic purpose. VCW referee Linda Peterson steps in to officiate, and the bell sounds, beginning the match.

Tony Garcia & "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Heavy Metal Express

Tony Garcia starts out the match, and the Heavy Metal Express quickly proceeds to wrestle circles around him, tagging in and out repeatedly and taking him down with trips and quick takedowns, occasionally staggering him with a dropkick, but not seeming to do any real damage. This continues for a few minutes, as Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale manage to continually duck just out of the reach of Tony Garcia while chipping away at him with offensive moves, but Tony Garcia shows no signs of slowing down, except for maybe a little general fatigue. Finally, Lars Coverdale gets caught on a flying cross bodypress attempt, and brought down to the canvas with a brutal powerslam, which gets slightly more than a two count.

Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez take over, gleefully administering a vicious beating to Lars Coverdale. Despite taking plenty of abuse, Lars Coverdale isn't ready to stay down for anything, even a power bomb from Tony Garcia or a tiger suplex from Lorenzo Vasquez. Finally, Lorenzo Vasquez goes up to the top, perhaps for a flying bodypress... but takes too long, and Lars Coverdale gets up and shakes the ropes, crotching him on the turnbuckle. Lars Coverdale climbs up with him, and brings him down with a top-rope Frankensteiner... but is too beaten and weary to capitalize. Both men slowly crawl to their corners, and both make tags, to Marty Jannetty and Tony Garcia!

Marty Jannetty comes in full of energy, and both Tony and Lorenzo get their share of dropkicks and quick takedowns. Eventually, Lars Coverdale comes back in, a little slow and weary, but still capable enough to dispose of Lorenzo Vasquez, dumping him to the outside. Tony Garcia tries to flatten both of his opponents with a double clothesline, but they duck, then hit him with a double kick to the midsection when he turns around. Tony Garcia doubles over, and Marty Jannetty gives him the Rocker Dropper, then turns him over as Lars Coverdale comes off the top with the Frog Splash!! Lars Coverdale hooks a leg... only to be informed that he's not the legal man by Linda Peterson. They trade places, and Marty goes for the cover, but now Rebecca Black's on the apron, distracting Linda Peterson... but not anymore, because Lars Coverdale just knocked her off the apron with the Sweet Chin Music!! Linda Peterson turns around and counts... but Tony Garcia rolls a shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

Tony Garcia's getting up, and the Heavy Metal Express each grab one of his arms, and whip him into the ropes. He comes off with another attempt at a double clothesline, but they duck again! Tony Garcia turns around... DOUBLE SUPERKICK!! Tony Garcia is down, and Marty Jannetty makes the cover!! Linda Peterson counts... and Lorenzo Vasquez reaches into the ring and pulls Marty out of the ring at two!! Lars Coverdale goes up to the top, as Marty and Lorenzo brawl on the outside... and Lars Coverdale wipes them both out with a twisting corkscrew bodypress!! All three men are down on the floor, and Tony Garcia's just beginning to stir inside the ring. Rebecca Black's starting to get up as well... and she's distracting Linda Peterson! Tony Garcia notices, and he grabs his axe handle off the ring apron... and he's heading outside!

Lars Coverdale is getting up, on the outside... and Tony Garcia nails him with the axe handle! He goes back down to the floor, but Marty and Lorenzo are beginning to get back up... and Tony Garcia just NAILED Marty square in the back!! He drops to the floor, convulsing and holding his back, and Tony Garcia drops the axe handle and rolls him into the ring. Linda Peterson's turning around, and Tony Garcia puts on the Torture Rack... it's over. Marty Jannetty tries to hold out for a second or two, but has no choice other than to submit, giving the match to Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez.

Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez defeated The Heavy Metal Express when Garcia made Jannetty submit to the Torture Rack in 0:12:34.
Rating: **

The match is over, but Tony Garcia's taking his sweet time releasing the Torture Rack... and on the outside of the ring, Lorenzo Vasquez is putting the Barcelona Armbar on the fallen Lars Coverdale!! Come on, they've already won the match, they already attacked Troy Black earlier tonight... what more do these two sadistic human beings have to do!? How much destruction and pain do they have to cause before they can feel satisfied!? Finally, more out of boredom than anything else, they release their victims... and it looks like some trainers will have to be sent out for the Heavy Metal Express as well. Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez head backstage with Rebecca Black, looking pretty proud of themselves after stealing this victory tonight.

Our next match will be Gabriel Black against Dick Douglas... but we understand that something's going on with Dick Douglas and Crimson, both of whom are back up after Troy Black attacked them backstage moments ago. There's a camera present, thanks to the Big Brother Production Team, so let's go and listen in.

Backstage...

Dick Douglas and Crimson are backstage, and both appear to be in some degree of pain. It seems that some sort of argument is going on between the two men.

D. Douglas: But boss... I don't want to fight Gabriel Black. I was just laid out with a shovel. I don't feel good. I think I have some concussions, and contusions, and blisters, and boils, and all that shit... I can't go out there tonight... he'll KILL me!!

Crimson: Listen to me, boy. I've got a little headache myself. Do you see me backing out of my match tonight? No, because I ain't. I'm gonna go in there with David Wright Hubbard, Falcon, and Scott Hall, and beat all three of their sorry asses tonight, and it don't matter if that little midget Troy Black tapped me on the head with a shovel. Now, you get your ass out there and beat Gabriel Black's ass.

D. Douglas: But... but... I don't want to fight Gabriel Black! He'll break my neck!!

Crimson: How about this, then... either you kick Gabriel Black's ass, or I'll kick yours.

D. Douglas: Err... okay. Don't worry about nothing. I'm as good as there.

Dick Douglas quickly steps out of the room, obviously preferring a match with Gabriel Black to a beating from Crimson. Crimson sighs, and puts a can of cold beer to his forehead.

Crimson: Puny little son of a bitch is gonna give me an even worse headache running his mouth. ... I swear, if he screws this up, it's his ass.

The camera fades out on the dressing room.

Back in the ring area, "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC just started playing... and here comes Dick Douglas. He doesn't look so good; he's staggering a little bit, and holding his head in pain as he comes to the ring. Nevertheless, he has the unenviable task of facing Gabriel Black tonight, when Gabriel Black returns to active wrestling competition after taking a massive blow to the head from Tony Garcia at Deck the Halls.

Now "A Letter To God" by London After Midnight begins playing, and Gabriel Black steps out of the backstage area, to a burst of cheers from the crowd. He's back, and he doesn't look like he's in an excellent mood after what happened to his brother Troy earlier. Gabriel Black would probably like to be in the ring with Tony Garcia right now... but Dick Douglas is going to have to take that place instead. And unfortunately for Dick Douglas, he's no Tony Garcia. Gabriel Black enters the ring... and Dick Douglas rushes him immediately, attacking him with a flurry of fists and feet. VCW referee Bobcat McGavin is in the ring to officiate, and we've got a match!!

Gabriel Black

vs.

Dick Douglas

Dick Douglas opens the match hitting with furious, aggressive, desperate brawling tactics. He knows that Gabriel Black is light-years ahead of him in technical wrestling ability, but that if he keeps it to simple brawling, which is his strong point, he just might stand a chance. Gabriel Black retaliates on several occasions, countering the simple offense of Dick Douglas, but Dick Douglas manages to keep regaining the advantage with a low blow or well-placed eye gouge, cutting Gabriel's comebacks short. The brawl spills to the outside of the ring, and amazingly Dick Douglas retains the advantage, sending Gabriel Black head-first into every foreign object he can think of. With Gabriel Black dazed, Dick Douglas rolls him back into the ring, then goes up top and jumps for a flying axhandle... but the risk doesn't pay off. Gabriel Black dropkicks him on the way down, then recovers the advantage and tears into him, dropping him on his aching head repeatedly with a variety of suplexes, then nailing him with a DDT. That by itself probably would have easily done it, but Gabriel Black waits for Dick Douglas to begin to stir again, then goes to the top turnbuckle and hits him with the Destiny Hammer. Dick Douglas is out cold, and Gabriel Black covers for an academic three-count.

Gabriel Black pinned Dick Douglas after a Destiny Hammer in 0:04:32.
Rating: * 3/4

Gabriel Black has defeated Dick Douglas, and made a successful comeback... not that there was much doubt of that outcome. But he's not done here yet... he's calling for a microphone, and he gets one.

G. Black: Tony Garcia... Lorenzo Vasquez... after what you did to Troy tonight, I feel it's appropriate that I bring you a message. As Troy was being taken away for medical examination, he told me of an idea... and I like his idea. With your obsessions of ridding VCW of both of us, and your pretenses of defending the honor of our father, "Superstar" Sean Black... we're extending a challenge to you. At Wrestlewar... the two of you, my father's old friend and his prized student... against myself and Troy... the sons of my father. And you'll soon discover that this isn't about defending the legacy of the past... it's about the future... and the future isn't big enough for all of us.

Gabriel and Troy Black, against Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez, at Wrestlewar!? The crowd cheers loudly... what a match that'll be. Knowing these four men, and their current mental states, what a fight for survival that'll be!! Gabriel Black tosses aside the microphone and heads backstage... and now Dick Douglas is finally beginning to stir. He staggers backstage, holding his aching head in his hands, still suffering from the effects of the punishment he's endured tonight, as a crew of ring hands comes out with a pole, from which a rope is hanging. They set the pole up against one of the ringposts, and hang a nightstick from it, in preparation for the upcoming Nightstick Match.

"Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing, and the crowd explodes into boos as Arthur Justice steps out of the backstage area, accompanied by Virginia, who's wearing a halter top with black-and-white referee stripes down it. Virginia will be the special referee, as Arthur Justice takes on Johnny Smiles in a Nightstick Match, just eight days after Johnny took a massive beating from Crimson and Skarzz at Inner Fury. They enter the ring, and Arthur Justice poses for the crowd. He tries to go for the nightstick immediately, not even waiting for Johnny, but Virginia holds him back... perhaps even SHE realizes that that'd be too unfair. Or maybe she just wants to make this look like a legitimate match, instead of a glorified mugging... which it's very likely to be anyway.

Now "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison is playing, and here comes Johnny Smiles!! The crowd bursts into loud cheers as he steps out of the backstage area, carrying a microphone, and looks down the ramp at Arthur Justice and Virginia in the ring. The music cuts off, as he raises the microphone to speak...

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd cheers loudly, as Virginia and Arthur Justice roll their eyes and exchange a disgusted glance.

J. Smiles: You're probably pretty proud of yourself tonight, aren't you!? I mean... you screwed over Moy Lazzario earlier tonight... you screwed over Ken Collins in the TV Title match... you screwed over the Heavy Metal Express when you sent Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez after them... but you know, that just says one thing to me. At least that's one thing that HASN'T changed about you since we broke up... the fact that to this day, you still screw half a dozen people every night!!

The crowd bursts into cheers; Virginia's eyes widen incredulously, as if she can't believe he just said that, and Arthur Justice holds her back, restraining her from charging down the ramp to attack Johnny.

J. Smiles: But there's one difference between now and then... the fact that you won't be screwing me. Don't take it personally, Virginia, there's still a lot of things I like about you... your pretty blue eyes... your long blond hair... your soft, yet bouyant, shapely, buxom... ... ... obviously fake, ridiculous, gigantic silicon breasts!! ... But there's just one problem. I don't care if there is a nightstick... I don't care if there is a special referee... because even with an army of special referees, it'll be a cold day in the VCW Arena, conveniently located in sunny San Francisco, California, before I lose to a man who, in the words of the great philosopher Moy Lazzario, is a glad-handed, muscle-flexing, goofy-looking jackass!!

The crowd bursts into cheers again, and now it's Arthur Justice's who's visibly disturbed over Johnny's taunts. However, he also refrains from charging down the aisle to brawl with him.

J. Smiles: And as far as our match at Wrestlewar... I don't like to hold a big grudge against anybody. I mean, you saw Marty Jannetty kick me through a window a year or so ago, and now we get along just fine. But when I beat you at Wrestlewar, it won't just be for me... it'll be for all of the Ken Collinses, all of the Moy Lazzarios, all of the Lars Coverdales... heck, even all of the Marty Jannetties and Jimmy Lockmans... and ESPECIALLY all of the Johnnycoholics in the arena and around the world who are ready to kick in their TV screens just to keep from having to look at you when you're... again, to borrow from the sagacious one, Moy Lazzario... walking around dressed like a cheap transvestite hooker!!

The crowd cheers again, and now Johnny Smiles is headed for the ring! Was that really a good idea? To make the special referee for your upcoming match mad!? Maybe not, but Johnny's not hesitating... he slides into the ring and begins unloading on Arthur Justice! Virginia's calling for the bell to begin the match, and it's on!

Nightstick Match
With Special Referee Virginia:

Johnny Smiles

vs.

Arthur Justice

The advantage trades hands often in this match, as both men show a lot of energy and quickness, if not precision and accuracy. Johnny Smiles may be a slightly better technical wrestler than Arthur Justice (though that's REALLY not saying much), but Arthur Justice definitely has the advantage in terms of power and strength. The advantage often shifts when one man goes to grab the nightstick, but the other man catches him on the way up and brings him down to the mat again. Surprisingly, Virginia doesn't get Arthur Justice eventually drills Johnny with a chokeslam, and after posing to show off his impressive physique, heads for the nightstick. He comes eerily close to it, and his fingers brush it, before Johnny Smiles brings him down with a belly-to-back superplex. Both men get up, and Johnny ducks a clothesline... SUPERKICK!! Johnny Smiles dropped Arthur Justice with a superkick, and now he's headed for the nightstick! He's up on the top turnbuckle... he's got it!!

Arthur Justice is up, but a little groggy... and Johnny charges him with the nightstick!! Johnny nails Arthur Justice right between the eyes with the nightstick... and Virginia's calling for the bell!?!? What the hell's going on here!? Johnny stops and stares incredulously... and Virginia levels him with a clothesline!! Virginia has the nightstick now... and she drills Johnny Smiles in the head with it repeatedly!! Johnny's laid out on the mat... Virginia's going over to VCW ring announcer David Page, and telling him something... he nods, and picks up the microphone, but looks a little bit uncertain about what he's going to say...

D. Page: Ladies and gentlemen, the acting referee and VCW Commissioner, Virginia, has informed me that Johnny Smiles has made illegal use of a foreign object in this match. Therefore... the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, Arthur Justice!!

Nightstick Match With Special Referee Virginia:
Arthur Justice defeated Johnny Smiles via disqualification in 0:08:11.
Rating: *

WHAT!?!? How in the... but... that's ridiculous!! Johnny Smiles was just disqualified for hitting his opponent with a nightstick... in a Nightstick Match!? What the hell kind of sense does that make!? NONE!! The crowd's booing, and a huge chant of "BULLSHIT" begins in the crowd, but Virginia's helping Arthur Justice up, and raising his hand in victory... and Arthur Justice is celebrating like he just won the VCW World Title!! Johnny's still laid out, and Virginia and Arthur Justice are leaving the ring in celebration! This makes absolutely NO sense... under any sort of other management, this decision wouldn't stand for anything. But Virginia's the Commissioner, and it looks like we've just seen a first... a wrestler getting disqualified for using the gimmick in a gimmick match.

Unfortunately, we're about to go from one delusional, conniving, poor excuse for a human being to another... and we're not talking about Ziggy Adderloaf, we're talking about the man he's interviewing before the main event, Lance Errington. Let's go backstage to that now.

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Lance Errington, who looks eager for violence as he paces back and forth in front of the camera.

Z. Adderloaf: Well, we know in a few moments that you'll be in a six man tag team match, Lance. On the other side of that ring will be three men you're not too fond of... David Wright Hubbard, Scott Hall... and, of course, Falcon.

L. Errington: Yeah, Falcon. Did you see him backstage with Erica!? He pretty much told her to her face that she was untrustworthy... then used his damn reverse psychology to get her to come out to the ring with him tonight, where she'll be in jeopardy. I mean, there's dangerous people out there tonight. "Macho Man" Randy Savage... he's my tag team partner, and I respect him a lot, but he's slapped around a woman or two in his day. The VCW World Champion, Crimson... we've seen what he'll do to anyone, man or woman, who gets in his path. And David Wright Hubbard, a violent redneck with a documented history of abusing his wife Michelle. And Falcon's bringing Erica out here with all of these men at ringside!? That's just not considerate of her safety.

Z. Adderloaf: With all due respect, Lance... I don't think your wild accusations qualify for David Wright Hubbard having a history of--

L. Errington: With all due respect yourself, Ziggy... if you keep talking back to me, you're gonna end up in the Scorpion Deathlock. I'm the wrestler, you're the interview guy. That means you stand there and listen to what I have to say. That doesn't mean you try to make fun of me, or tell lies like you're doing right now... that means you shut up, and listen to me talk. Got it!?

Z. Adderloaf: Um... yes, Lance. I'm sorry.

L. Errington: Well, you damn well ought to be. But it's not enough that Falcon's putting Erica in physical danger. He's endangering her mind, too. She's putting holes in her body for tacky jewelry... she's drinking cheap, filthy beer... next thing you know, she'll be covered in tattoos and piercings, laying in an alley somewhere, shooting heroin... and it'll be Falcon's fault. But I'm not going to let that happen. She may not see it yet, but I'm Erica's savior. And if she isn't strong enough to do it herself, then I have no choice but to come into her life, and slay all her demons myself. Because that's how much I care about her. Understand?

Z. Adderloaf: Well... I guess so.

L. Errington: Well, you guessed wrong. You don't understand. Nobody could understand how much I care about Erica's health and safety. Look at yourself, you skinny little teenage virgin, how can you say you've ever known what it's like to feel this way about any woman, let alone one as special as Erica. She's American royalty, for God's sake. And common people like you... and like Falcon... just can't understand what that means. To simplify it so you can begin to grasp the concept, it means that she's a better person than you, a better person than Falcon... hell, she's a better person than ME. And I WON'T let Falcon drag her down to his level.

Lance Errington turns and walks away, probably headed for the ring entrance area, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Yes indeed... Lance Errington's getting even further detatched from reality by the day. But now "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just hit the speakers, and we know what that means... David Wright Hubbard is on his way to the ring! The crowd's giving him a somewhat mixed reaction, though more cheers than boos, as he comes to the ring and steps inside, still limping a little bit. He's also still wearing a kneebrace on his often-injured knee; it appears to still have not fully healed. As Wrestlewar approaches, more fans seem to have been feeling that he's not the right man to take a shot at Crimson. David Wright Hubbard's attitude has never made him many friends, but that's becoming even more true with his elevated position at Wrestlewar. He has a microphone, and he looks around at the crowd.

D.W. Hubbard: Hearing the reception I just got, it's no secret that not everyone likes me. There are these people talking about how David Wright Hubbard ain't a nice guy, about how I'm just a redneck who doesn't give a damn about anybody, who just comes to the arena every night for no other reason than to beat some poor son of a bitch's ass. And to all those people, I just want to say one thing... what the hell kind of rock you been living under the past few years!?

Some members of the crowd cheer, and some boo.

D.W. Hubbard: I haven't ever claimed to be any kind of role model or hero... I ain't some kind of idol that all the teenagers talk about in school... I'm just someone who steps in a wrestling ring every night, beats some other man's ass, and collects his paycheck. And after Wrestlewar, I'm cashing the biggest paycheck of my life after I beat that no good piece of shit Crimson and take the VCW World Title. Now if you want to cheer for me while you watch me do it, that's fine, but I couldn't give a damn one way or the other.

And if you've got some kind of problem because I won't sign you a little autograph or slap your hands on the way to the ring, then take it on backstage and ask the management, and I'm sure they'll let you put on some trunks, strap on a pair of boots, and get in this ring to take it up with me personally. And if you ain't willing to do that, then shut your damn mouth. Every damn bit of shit that I talk is backed up with these two fists and these two size thirteens, and if you ain't willing to do the same, you're a gutless little piece of trash and I don't have no use for you at all. And as far as these people who have the nerve to say I don't deserve this title shot... well, anyone saying that can bring their ass in the ring, and just try to prove they deserve it more than I do. And I don't have nothing more to say regarding none of that.

The crowd again responds with cheers and boos, mixed.

D.W. Hubbard: Now, moving on... I'm gonna talk about Crimson for just a little bit. You've seen him getting over on Troy Black these past few weeks, screwing him around... but that's not gonna work with me. I'll give Troy Black all the credit in the world... he's a talented young athlete and all that good hogwash, but he's not David Wright Hubbard. Just like Crimson, I'm an ass-kicker from the old school. Troy Black knows how to wrestle... but I know how to survive. Crimson knows better than to bust into my locker room and start talking shit, because I'd knock him on his ass. Putting aside the fact that taking a shovel upside my head wouldn't do a damn thing but dent up a perfectly good shovel, Crimson knows that I've been up and down some of the exact same roads he has. He knows I've got eyes in the back of my head and fists and feet in places God never meant them to be. And he also knows that when I get in the ring with him at Wrestlewar, I'm probably gonna be the man who whips his ass.

Crimson... you can hide behind the Macho Man and Lance Errington, and I might not whip your ass tonight... but you know that Wrestlewar's coming. And whether you like it or not, whether or not the office boys like it, whether or not any of these hundred-pound weenies sitting at their little keyboards, typing up the dirt sheets, like it or not... you know that at Wrestlewar, I'm beating your ass, and walking out of there with the VCW World Title. And there's not a damn thing on the face of this planet that'll stop me.

The crowd gives another mixed burst of reaction... but hold on, "Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and here come Crimson, Randy Savage, and Lance Errington!! They're standing at the top of the entrance ramp, and Crimson has a microphone. There's no mixture of crowd reaction here... these three are met pretty universally with boos.

Crimson: You know... there's just one problem with that. And that's the fact that I don't think you're--

Hold on, Falcon and Scott Hall just jumped them from behind!! Falcon's going right after Crimson, and Scott Hall's attacking Randy Savage, and they're brawling on the ramp!! Lance Errington looks at his teammates, engaged in their own battles... then looks into the ring, where David Wright Hubbard is daring to come in and fight! Lance Errington charges into the ring, and VCW referee Jerry Rogers is in the ring to officiate... and we've got a match!!

David Wright Hubbard, Scott Hall, & Falcon
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

vs.

Crimson, "Macho Man" Randy Savage, & Lance Errington

In the ring, Lance Errington and David Wright Hubbard start off trading blows, renewing their brief, vicious feud that culminated at Deck the Halls. Lance Errington must be burning up inside knowing that Lady Erica Whitmore is in the corner of the man what he fought while trying to earn revenge for her. He attacks David Wright Hubbard furiously, but David Wright Hubbard quickly gains the upper hand. Lance Errington gets whipped into the ropes, and takes a massive lariat when he comes off the ropes. Somehow, he pops back up again pretty quick... but David Wright Hubbard grabs his legs, and executes a double-leg takedown, then steps in, cinches his legs, and turns him over... SCORPION DEATHLOCK!! David Wright Hubbard just put Lance Errington in his own finishing move, and he orders Jerry Rogers to ask for the submission!! Lance Errington is struggling... but Randy Savage just broke away from the brawl at ringside, and he runs to the ring! He enters the ring and clobbers David Wright Hubbard from behind, breaking the hold!!

At the urgings of VCW officials and the H.A.R.P. Squad, the brawl in the aisle is broken up, and now the participants are heading to their respective corners to take part in this match as normal. Lance Errington and David Wright Hubbard both make tags, bringing in Crimson and Scott Hall, who proceed to have a toe-to-toe slugfest, with Crimson coming out ahead. But after getting a little punishment at Crimson's hands, Scott Hall soon ducks a clothesline attempt from Crimson, then scoops him up and bodyslams him when he turns around! Scott Hall tags in Falcon, and they hook Crimson... double vertical suplex!! Falcon's back seems to be hurting him a little, but he still manages a few quick takedowns on Crimson, before tagging in David Wright Hubbard again.

The crowd, regardless of their opinion of David Wright Hubbard, can't help but cheer loudly at seeing the Wrestlewar main event particpants in the same ring with each other. David Wright Hubbard starts laying into Crimson with a vengance, blasting him with massive punches and kicks, and taking him down repeatedly with basic suplexes and other maneuvers. Everyone watching is a little shocked... they're not used to seeing someone have an even physical confrontation with Crimson. But Crimson reverses a whip into the corner, and gains the advantage by catching David Wright Hubbard with a knee to the gut, then a gutwrench suplex, when he comes out of the corner.

Crimson makes the tag, to Lance Errington, who immediately hones in on the injured knee of David Wright Hubbard, dropping elbows on it and generally giving it a good working-over, then takes turns with Randy Savage and Crimson doing the same thing, in between beating David Wright Hubbard up with traditional power moves and brawling tactics. The challenger for the VCW World Title isn't looking too strong now... he's been isolated from his tag team partners, and taking a beating from the three men on the other team.

After several minutes of this assault, Lance Errington takes David Wright Hubbard down with an Ace Crusher, then slaps on a Scorpion Deathlock in the middle of the ring. He slowly, painstakingly crawls toward his corner, and everyone has to wonder just how much his injured knee can take... but after a long, painful struggle, he makes it to the corner, and tags in Scott Hall! Scott Hall comes in and unleashes a torrent of offense on Lance Errington, including a fallaway slam, a chokeslam (after which he staggers around, mocking the Giant), and an abdominal stretch, during which he holds the ropes, to the delight of the crowd. Scott Hall is eventually caught using the ropes on the abdominal stretch, and forced to break the hold, but he tags in Falcon, who comes in and stays right on top of Lance Errington, beating the hell out of him with a lot of aggression. Falcon still remembers being hit with a wrench, and losing his opportunity to challenge Crimson for the VCW World Title, when he possibly had the match won, and he's eagerly taking it out on Lance Errington!

After having his way with Lance Errington for a few minutes, Falcon hits the Falconsault for a near fall, and seems to contemplate going for the Falcon Arrow, but the pain in his back seems to make him think better of it. Instead, he tags in Scott Hall, who proceeds to put the finishing touches on Lance Errington with a belly-to-back superplex, then puts him in a standing headscissors and holds his arms out in a crucifix, signalling the Crucifix Power Bomb!! But Crimson runs in and blasts Scott Hall with a massive boot to the face, breaking that up, then hauls Lance Errington's limp form to his corner and tags himself in, heedless of Jerry Rogers's protests.

Crimson proceeds to work over Scott Hall, going after him with hard-hitting offense, not giving him a chance to make any sort of comeback. He tags in Randy Savage, and for a long time, the two men take turns beating up Scott Hall, just hammering him viciously without any pretense of tactics or style. As Scott Hall appears ready to fade, Randy Savage gives him a piledriver, then goes up to the top turnbuckle... and signals for the Flying Elbowdrop!! He goes for the big elbow, but Scott Hall rolls out of the way... and both men begin going for their corners. Randy Savage tags in Lance Errington... and Scott Hall tags in Falcon!

Lance Errington tries to back out and tag Crimson instead when he sees Falcon coming in, but Falcon cuts him off and whips him to the ropes, sending him down with a dropkick, then turns and knocks Crimson off the apron with a superkick!! Scott Hall and David Wright Hubbard circle around the ring and begin brawling with Crimson and Randy Savage, preventing them from coming in to help as Falcon goes after Lance Errington. Falcon's waiting on him as he gets up... and nails Lance Errington with a superkick, sending him to the mat. He covers and hooks a leg... and gets two and nine-tenths!! Falcon runs and jumps off the ropes, going for another Falconsault, but Lance Errington gets his knees up!

All four of their partners continue brawling at ringside, and Jerry Rogers is currently making a futile attempt to tell them all to get back to their proper corners, ignoring the two legal men in the ring like a complete idiot. Both Falcon and Lance Errington are getting up slowly... and Lady Erica Whitmore's up on the apron!! She reaches into her pocket... and pulls out brass knuckles! She throws them to Falcon... but he didn't seem like he was expecting them, and just watches in surprise as they sail past him... into the grasp of Lance Errington!! Falcon turns around... and Lance Errington nails him right between the eyes with the brass knuckles!! Falcon goes down, and Lance Errington stuffs the knuckles into his tights and blows Erica a kiss, then goes for the pin. And Jerry Rogers is turning around... no, not like this!! He counts three!!

Crimson, Randy Savage, and Lance Errington defeated Falcon, David Wright Hubbard, and Scott Hall when L. Errington pinned Falcon after hitting him with brass knuckles in 0:29:05.
Rating: ** 1/4

Lance Errington just pulled this one out of nowhere for his team, but the fight's not over yet. Crimson and David Wright Hubbard, and Scott Hall and Randy Savage, are still brawling on the outside, heedless of the outcome of the match. Back in the ring, Lady Erica Whitmore's kneeling by Falcon's side, checking on him... and Lance Errington picks her up and forces a kiss on her! Erica's struggling, and finally Lance releases her and rolls out of the ring, heading up the aisle... but who did she mean to help? Falcon certainly didn't look like he expected a pair of brass knuckles to be thrown his way, that's for sure. Especially given the issue of trust that was brought up earlier, there has to be a little doubt... just who were those brass knuckles intended for!?

But we probably won't find that out right now... but what we will see is David Wright Hubbard and Crimson, still going toe-to-toe on the outside of the ring! Neither man's giving an inch, and they're both just beating the hell of each other out there... and that says something. David Wright Hubbard is actually going toe-to-toe with Crimson, and holding his own!! Nobody in VCW has done that yet!! Who will go down first... which of these two really is the more capable brawler, the more unstoppable offensive force!? It doesn't look like we'll find out now, because the H.A.R.P. Squad's out in force, trying to pull these two apart, and though it takes five or six men on each combatant to do it, the brawl is pulled apart, drawing loud boos to the crowd.

But their attention's still focused on the other man... Crimson's shouting obscenities at David Wright Hubbard, in a nearly inhuman, frothing rage, while David Wright Hubbard's attention is focused in a more icy, stern, and matter-of-fact, but no less intense, glare as he barks out challenges and promises to whip Crimson's ass at Wrestlewar. Who will win at Wrestlewar, when there are no security guards to pull these two men apart? We've still got over two weeks to go... but can these two wait that long!? We may find out, next week!! We're out of time tonight!! See you later!

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