Monday Night Wrestling 02/05/01 (VCW 106)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, coming to you live one day after Wrestlewar, from the Northlands Coliseum in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada!! We don't know what to expect during tonight's show, other than to expect a lot of fallout from last night. We have a new VCW Commissioner, a new VCW Television Champion, new VCW World Tag Team Champions, an interesting situation surrounding the VCW Intercontinental Title, and most importantly of all, a new VCW World Champion, because last night, David Wright Hubbard defeated Crimson to become the new VCW World Champion!! But that's not...

Uh-oh, hold on a second. "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica just started playing, and the arena lights are replaced by dim silver-blue lights as Troy Black steps out of the backstage area, to a huge round of boos from the crowd. Last night, he turned on his brother Gabriel Black during their tag team match, and joined Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez in giving Gabriel a beating that will keep him out of action for a long time. Troy Black enters the ring and poses on each of the top turnbuckles to an overwhelming chorus of boos from the crowd, then steps down and grabs a microphone, as the lights go back to normal. What could he possibly have to say for himself about his attack on Gabriel last night?

T. Black: Before I get started saying what I have to say... I'd like to invite some people to join me out here. I'd like to invite my sister, Rebecca, and two close friends of my family, Tony Garcia and Lorenzo Vasquez, to come out and join me in this ring.

"I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings Rebecca Black, Tony Garcia, and "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez out of the backstage area, all looking very pleased with themselves as the crowd boos them loudly. They have everything in the world to be pleased about... they all won their matches last night, and now it would appear that they've got a powerful new ally in Troy Black. They enter the ring, and Troy Black hugs all three of them as they come in, getting a renewed round of boos from the crowd.

T. Black: Now, first of all... I'm sure that everyone else is asking why I did what I did. Why did I turn against Gabriel last night, and why have I aligned myself with my sister and Tony and Lorenzo? I'll tell you. Week after week in VCW, I've been a victim, because I allowed myself to be. I tried to take the high road. I listened to people who put their own moral values ahead of my safety. But the blood of my father flows through my body, and I realized what he knew a long time ago... in the world of wrestling, there are two kinds of people... the people who dish out pain, and the people who take it. And I'm not gonna take it anymore.

So why Gabriel? Why last night? Have you forgotten so quickly? Last year, at Wrestlewar... he nearly broke my neck. And he never showed any remorse... not until I beat it out of him at Spontaneous Combustion. But after all those nights I spent wondering if I could ever wrestle again... all of those nights when I had to lie to Melissa and tell her I was feeling fine to keep her from crying all night long... all of those times since my return I landed on my back or my head, and held a wave of numbness shoot down my spine for a second, before I forced my body to start moving again through sheer will... after all that, an apology and a handshake just isn't good enough. Gabriel had to suffer. He had to pay. He had to know what it was like to be crippled in the middle of the ring during the biggest event of the year, what should have been one of his proudest moments. He had to be destroyed.

I've got a little more that I want to say... but first, I'm going to let Rebecca say a few things... and I'd appreciate it if you rejects from the dregs of humanity could shut your mouths and do the same.

The crowd boos loudly, and begins a huge chant of "SLUT!" as Rebecca Black takes the microphone. She stares around at the crowd, looking to be in somewhat bad shape after her street fight with Melissa DelArmeggio last week. She also looks quite drunk. She stares around at the crowd and smiles for a second.

R. Black: You know... I'm in a good mood tonight, so I'm going to ignore the fact that you're all a bunch of disrespectful, sweaty, Crisco-bellied, pimple-covered mutants, and just say what's on my mind. I'm happy tonight... my family is finally at peace, after all the fighting, all of the bullshit, and all of the problems. Standing here, surrounded in this ring with the people I love... I'm just feeling so happy right now. Troy's finally back with his real family... Tony Garcia got his revenge on that lying son of a bitch brother of ours, Gabriel, and Lorenzo... um... Lorenzo? Uh... well, Lorenzo's going to fuck me until my ears bleed when we get backstage. Isn't that right, sweetie?

Rebecca Black leans in to kiss Lorenzo Vasquez, but he backs away, grabbing the microphone.

L. Vasquez: Damn, your breath smells like shit. What the fuck have you been drinking!?

R. Black: My breath? Yeah, I threw up before we came out here... don't worry, that's nothing but a little vomit, baby. Give me a kiss.

Mercifully, Troy Black steps in and grabs the microphone away from Lorenzo and Rebecca, ending the drunken babble.

T. Black: Speaking of Gabriel Black's promise to Tony Garcia... because I'm a better man than my brother, I'm going to fulfill it for him. Tony... I'm going to stand by your side, and guide you to the VCW World Title, just like Gabriel said he would. You beat Gabriel at Deck the Halls, and you beat him again last night at Wrestlewar, and you've been destroying everyone in your path in between. Falcon, Bass Rogers, the Heavy Metal Express... even me. So I petitioned the VCW Championship Committee... and at the Big Fight, you now have a title shot, one-on-one against the VCW World Champion, David Wright Hubbard, in the main event.

Tony Garcia versus David Wright Hubbard at the Big Fight, for the VCW World Title!? Tony Garcia looks happy to hear that, and the crowd has a mixed reaction... most of them don't want to see Tony Garcia getting a title shot, but they can't help but look forward to what should be one hell of a hard-hitting match.

T. Black: Now... on to other business. People are wondering why Brujah and Desmond showed up at Wrestlewar last night. Well... about a month ago, VCW opened the doors for an interpromotional show with Slam Masters Championship Wrestling. And during the time when I wasn't busy viciously destroying the top man in the company... I learned a few things about the SMCW backstage environment. I went behind the building, where all of the wrestlers were camping out in their tents and cardboard boxes, rattling tin cups at people passing by and begging the visiting VCW agents for a job where they actually get paid... and my generous, caring nature took over. I held their fates in the palm of my hand... and a select few I judged worthy to rise above that heatless cesspool, to stand in the middle of a VCW ring on national television every Monday night, and get paid six figures a year for doing it. And you met the first two last night.

What kind of ego trip is Troy Black on!? Wait... "New World Order" by Ministry begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Brujah and Desmond come out of the backstage area. But they didn't rise above SMCW, like Troy Black claims... they were thrown out! They were kicked out of SMCW after losing a match with their contracts on the line to former VCW Television Champion King Rasta and Rokuru! These two men aren't the cream of the crop that rose above SMCW to make it to VCW... they're the excess baggage that couldn't cut it in SMCW, and now Troy Black has brought them here! They enter the ring, and they both grab microphones.

Desmond: Well, well, well... look who's showing up on nation-wide cable TV, and getting rich doing it. There's a few people with some backstage stroke in SMCW who didn't think we could cut it... but look who has the big money contract with VCW, and look who's standing here on live TV now!!

Brujah: Let me tell you something about SMCW. You know the Grave Digger, that big scary guy walking around with the SMCW Triple Crown World Title!? Well, I beat his ass in the middle of the ring, one, two, three. Now, do I ever get a title shot? Do I ever get a chance to beat him and take the title? No... they give the shot, MY shot, to bush-league nobodies like that glorified punching bag Naveed and that decrepit old bastard John Kelly! I guess I didn't kiss enough important asses backstage... I pinned the World Champion in the middle of the ring, and I never get ONE shot at him when he wins the title!

Brujah pauses to catch his breath, obviously becoming a little irate as he recalls his days in SMCW. Funny that he should be talking about sucking up to important people backstage... what does he think he's doing now, with Troy Black? And he does a lot of talking about that one victory over the Grave Digger, but he's conveniently overlooking countless losses in his SMCW career. The crowd boos as he raises the microphone to speak again.

Brujah: But you know what... that's okay. Because Troy hooked me up with some people in VCW, and right now... I'm taking home a bigger paycheck than the Grave Digger. Thanks to this man, Troy Black... I'm getting a big paycheck, I'm getting big TV time, and I'm gonna get my hands on some big titles, titles that are worth a hell of a lot more than any of those bush-league SMCW belts!

T. Black: And this is simply the tip of the iceberg. Anybody in SMCW who thinks they're worthy to work for Troy Black can take this as an open invitation. If you want to get on national TV... if you want to cash a paycheck with a number higher than your shoe size written on that line, it's easy. Just swallow that silly flea-market pride and ask me for a job. If I give the word, all you have to do walk into the Ivory Tower in San Francisco, and tell them Troy Black wants your name on a contract. It's that simple. You'll be surprised just how much you enjoy selling out. And you'd be surprised at some of the people who have already called me.

Troy Black's offering VCW contracts to anyone who will join this army he's building. And if Brujah and Desmond are just the beginning, then who else is there!? Who else has Troy Black lured into VCW!? And who else will be lured in by that invitation!? The crowd, silently for a few moments, begins booing loudly as Troy Black paces in the ring, preparing to speak again.

T. Black: So, if you're sitting backstage in that SMCW locker room, ask yourself--

Hold it!! "Sad But True" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Melissa DelArmeggio steps out of the backstage area and begins heading to the ring. Her forehead is bandaged heavily, and she's hobbling as she walks to the ring, no doubt still suffering the effects of her brutal street fight last night. But she's coming to the ring... and she just snatched the microphone away from Desmond! He looks down at the hand that used to hold his microphone in shock, but Melissa's not even paying any attention to him. She's staring directly at Troy, hesitating as if she doesn't know what to say. Rebecca Black doesn't seem to be at a loss for words, however...

R. Black: Hey, sexy. I hope that last night was as good for you as it was for--

Melissa just decked Rebecca Black!! The crowd explodes into cheers as Rebecca Black collapses to the mat, lying motionless there. Lorenzo Vasquez lunges at Melissa DelArmeggio, but at a signal from Troy, Brujah and Desmond grab him by the arms and pull him back, restraining him. Troy Black raises his microphone to speak as he angrily stares at Melissa.

T. Black: That was my sister you just punched, Melissa.

Melissa DelArmeggio stares at him in disbelief for a second, then raises the microphone again.

M. DelArmeggio: Troy, don't tell me about your damn sister. Listen to me... I don't know what you're trying to do... but I don't like it. This isn't you, Troy. Whatever they told you isn't true. Look at yourself, damn it!! You need to come to your senses. You need to apologize to Gabriel for what you did last night. You need to tell these dirtbags--

T. Black: Melissa, let's get one thing straight right now... I don't NEED to do anything. I'm Troy Black, and I'll do whatever the hell I want to do, not what some presumptuous bitch thinks I need to do. But you... you don't attack my sister, you don't call my friends and family "dirtbags", and you don't EVER tell Troy Black what he needs to do. Do you understand me!?

Visibly shaken, Melissa takes a few steps back, as Lorenzo Vasquez helps Rebecca Black back to her feet. She raises the microphone in a trembling hand to speak again. Why is Troy talking to her like this!? What kind of despicable bastard has he become!?

M. DelArmeggio: Troy, why--

T. Black: Save it. I haven't finished talking yet. ... I suppose you think you can just come out here and tell me what to do, and expect me to obey you like some kind of dog. Was I that much of a pushover? Was I that much of a spineless little weasel that I'd let YOU tell me what to do!? What makes you so special!? What, it's not enough that I saved you from everybody in VCW that you're too weak to defend yourself against!? It's not enough that I saved your neck, and saved your job in this company more times than I can remember!? It's not enough that for two whole years, I let you hang around at my side and leech off of me like a worthless little bloated parasite!? Now you have to think you can tell me what to do? Well, you listen to me, right now... NOBODY tells me what to do. Do you understand me!?

Melissa DelArmeggio finally regains enough composure to look up into Troy Black's eyes, fighting back tears in her own, and raises the microphone to speak.

M. DelArmeggio: No, Troy... I'm not sure that I do understand you right now.

T. Black: I'm afraid that's too bad. But I've got one more thing to tell you, and I'm gonna put it so simply that there's no way you could misunderstand it. Melissa... there's somebody else in my life now.

Melissa flinches back as if she was struck, and her face goes white. Her mouth falls open as she stares at Troy Black, as if not quite believing what she's just heard. Her mouth opens and she begins faintly trying to speak, shaking her head in disbelief.

M. DelArmeggio: No... ... ... no...

"You Oughtta Know" by Alanis Morissette kicks on over the arena sound system... my God, this CAN'T be who we think it is... AMY LIN!! IT'S AMY LIN!! Is SHE the "someone else" Troy Black was talking about!? A little over a week ago, she walked out of Slam Masters Championship Wrestling... could that be because of Troy Black's open contract offer!? What's her business here!? She enters the ring, and steps torward Troy Black, smiling. Melissa watches in disbelief as they embrace in the middle of the ring, and the crowd boos loudly. Melissa's just staring at Amy Lin; she and Troy have stuck together since the beginning in VCW, and God only knows what she must be thinking now!

Suddenly, as if a thread of sanity just snapped inside her brain, Melissa DelArmeggio lunges forward and grabs a handful of Amy Lin's hair, pulling her off of Troy Black!! Amy Lin turns around... and Melissa tosses her into a corner, and begins unloading on her with a series of stiff right hands!! The others in the ring are frozen with shock, stunned by the ferocity and suddenness of Melissa's assault. The crowd explodes into cheers... Melissa's beating the hell out of Amy Lin! Melissa pivots, swinging a foot up, and nails Amy Lin with a BRUTALLY stiff kick to the face!! She's trying to hurt her, there's no question about it!

Melissa tries to continue the onslaught, but Troy grabs her from behind and spins her around... KICK TO THE MIDSECTION!! No... Troy, don't do this!! Think about it!! He hooks her... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! He's going up to the top turnbuckle... come on, Troy, snap out of it!! He comes off the top... BLACK DAGGER!! Damn it, what the hell has gotten into Troy Black!? One week ago, Melissa was telling Troy that she loved him... and tonight, Troy Black just destroyed her in the middle of the ring! The crowd's booing loudly, and Troy Black grabs a microphone. What's he going to say!? What could he POSSIBLY say after what he just did!? He stands over Melissa's fallen body and looks down at her...

T. Black: If you EVER put your hands on Amy again, I'll break your back just like we did to Gabriel. If I was you, I'd get the hell out of Troy Black's wrestling company before you get hurt.

Amy Lin stands up out of the corner... and she's bleeding from the mouth. Melissa opened up one of her lips with her violent assault on Amy... and Troy grabs her and kisses her, right on the bloody lips!! They kiss for a few seconds, with the crowd booing loudly... then Troy pulls away, smiling, with a trickle of Amy's blood running down the corner of his mouth. In less than twenty-four hours, Troy Black has thrown his brother to the wolves, allied with those wolves, and stabbed the woman who loved him in the back... and he's smiling about it!! Something has changed inside him... it's hard to believe that this is the same man who once stood against this kind of sadistic evil!

HOLD IT!! "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system... and here comes the VCW World Champion!! Troy Black's smile fades as he turns to the entrance ramp and sees David Wright Hubbard standing on top of it, wearing the VCW World Title and a kneebrace, and holding a microphone. David Wright Hubbard doesn't look particularly pleased with what he sees.

D.W. Hubbard: I've been sitting backstage, trying to mind my own damn business... and I just can't take it anymore. Troy... you scrawny, conniving little brittle-necked bastard... this makes me sick. I ain't no saint myself, but just look at yourself. Look what you did to Gabriel, who was just trying to make things right after all he did. Look what you did to Melissa, for no good reason at all. And you're gonna turn around and side yourself with this bunch of backstabbing assholes? I've been sitting here watching and listening to all this, and I think I've seen enough.

The crowd gives a mild round of cheers, but the assembly of people in the ring doesn't seem to be quite so happy about it. Lorenzo Vasquez grabs a microphone and turns to face David Wright Hubbard.

L. Vasquez: Listen, Uncle Jed, if we want your opinion, we'll beat it out of you. Hey, Troy... want me to kick his ass?

D.W. Hubbard: You just go right ahead and walk your ass down the ramp and try, little man, and I'll knock your fucking dick in the dirt.

Troy Black gestures for Lorenzo Vasquez to stay back, then raises the microphone to address David Wright Hubbard.

T. Black: You'll get more than you can handle at the Big Fight. At the Big Fight, you'll get the beating of your life from this man beside me... Tony Garcia.

Tony Garcia steps forward and points his wooden axe handle out at David Wright Hubbard, yelling something at him that the camera doesn't pick up. David Wright Hubbard doesn't seem to be particularly impressed.

D.W. Hubbard: That's all just fine with me, but there's one more thing. I don't want to wait that long, and I don't want to cut through the bullshit. Troy, you're the one with the problem... I want your ass, one-on-one, tonight.

The crowd explodes into cheers. The new VCW World Champion, David Wright Hubbard, against Troy Black, tonight!? Troy Black looks a little bit surprised about that, but raises the microphone to speak.

T. Black: I see what you're trying to do. You don't think I see it!? You're challenging me to a match tonight... and everyone here knows I'll win the VCW World Title from you... and then I'll be breaking my promise to Tony, not letting him be the one to beat you and win the VCW World Title. You're trying to drive us apart... but let me tell you something right now. Blood is thicker than gold... and I refuse your challenge.

The crowd boos loudly, and David Wright Hubbard's eyes narrow in disgust as he stares at Troy. On one hand, yes, he's doing the honorable thing, keeping his promise... but Troy Black has already demonstrated tonight that he has no honor, so what's bringing this on? Fear?

D.W. Hubbard: You know... it sounds to me like that's a real honorable, considerate, nice little way of saying that you're a little chickenshit bastard who doesn't have the guts to face me tonight.

Troy Black glares at David Wright Hubbard and starts to respond, but Tony Garcia whispers something in his ear, then pats him on the back, smiling, and Troy Black's expression changes to a smile.

T. Black: Tony says he's okay with it... so you've got a match. Put the VCW World Title on the line, and I'll take it from you right now. I'm sure you've read what they've been saying about you in all the newsletters and message boards... nobody thinks for a second that you deserve that title around your waist. They want to see it with me instead. And tonight, they'll all get what they want, because I'm going to destroy you in the middle of the ring.

D.W. Hubbard: I remember Crimson talking a lot of the same shit, boy... let's just see you back it up.

"War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system again, as David Wright Hubbard continues to stare into the ring, with malicious intent in his eyes as he looks upon Tony Garcia and Troy Black. Melissa DelArmeggio finally seems to regain consciousness and rolls out of the ring, then begins staggering towards the backstage area, but none of the people in the ring seem to notice; they're all staring down the aisle at David Wright Hubbard. And hold on just a second... we understand that there's something going on backstage... Crimson has just entered the building, and he's not in a good mood!

Backstage...

Crimson walks in through the arena doors, looking around like a predator for any sign of movement. He comes upon a backstage shipping agent who didn't scurry out of the way in time, then immediately forces him up against the wall and drills him with a kneelift. The man doubles over, and Crimson picks him up and gives him the Chokeslam on the arena floor. Crimson casually glances down at the man's motionless carcass, then continues walking through the backstage area. A caterer fails to get out of his way in time as well, and Crimson drills him with a punch to the stomach, then tosses him head-first into the cinderblock wall. He turns around, presumably to continue spreading terror and destruction through the halls, but comes upon Bass Rogers, who looks a little angry himself.

B. Rogers: Listen, you big jerkoff, what in the blazing hell do you think you're doing!?

Crimson: No... you listen to ME, you fat piece of shit. I just got my ass whipped last night, and I ain't in a real good mood. Either step aside, or you're joining the body count.

B. Rogers: Is that a fact!? Let's make it real nice and official, then. I'm gonna put my gear on, and if you want to jump on somebody, try jumping on this big, tough, ugly bastard right here. You man enough to get in the ring with me tonight!?

Crimson just stares down at Bass Rogers for a few minutes, and an evil smile crosses his face. Crimson's almost a foot taller than Bass Rogers, but Bass Rogers is actually the bigger of the two men, due to his tank-like build.

Crimson: I have to hand it to you. You got some guts. You've got a LOT of guts hanging over your belt right there. And I'm looking for someone who might just put up a little fight. If you get in the ring with me tonight... I swear to God, I'll kick your fat ass.

B. Rogers: You're on, big man. I'm a one-man army, you son of a bitch... just try me on for size.

Bass Rogers backs up slowly, never taking his eyes off Crimson, and begins heading for his dressing room. Crimson just stares after him as he departs, still seething with rage, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

What a match that'll be! Crimson, one-on-one with Bass Rogers, tonight!? Back at ringside, everyone is gone for the ring except for Rebecca Black, Brujah, and Desmond... and we understand that this is because Brujah and Desmond will be competing tonight in the opening match! Some cheesy generic music by Jesse Smark begins playing, bringing forth Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja, the two men who Brujah and Desmond attacked during their first VCW appearance! Tonight, they get their chance for revenge... oh, who am I kidding? This'll be a slaughter! VCW referee Bobcat McGavin is in the ring to officiate this opening match.

Brujah & Desmond
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor & The Super Giant Ninja

This match is short, ugly, and to the point; Brujah and Desmond completely dominate their opponents, working them over mercilessly, until finally Desmond finishes off Russel Taylor with the Outcast.

Brujah and Desmond defeated Russel Taylor and The Super Giant Ninja when Desmond pinned Russel the Muscle with the Outcast in 0:02:18.
Rating: -*

Well, that was about what we could have expected, from that match. Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja never stood a chance; that's about par for the course for them, though. Brujah and Desmond remain in the ring, posing for the crowd and basking in the national TV airtime for a few moments, before heading backstage. Russel and the Super Giant Ninja also soon get their bearings and stagger backstage in defeat.

"Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye begins playing over the arena sound system, bringing out "Double R" Rex Richards, along with Minako, Sophie, and Komachi. Both Rex Richards and Sophie were in action last night at Wrestlewar; Rex Richards picked up an ill-gotten win over Salvaje Demonio, while Sophie appeared as Christina Ellis's mystery opponent, but was destroyed with a massive barrage of suplexes. Rex Richards enters the ring, and Minako, Sophie, and Komachi help him to take off his robe. In the center of the ring, Rex Richards kneels and poses, flexing his muscles as he's bathed in a flashing red and gold spotlight and the three women perform a martial arts display around him, ending in draping themselves over his muscular body. He takes off his sunglasses and hands them to Minako, then reaches out and grabs a microphone.

R. Richards: Last night should have been a night of triumph for us... because as everyone saw, last night I dominated Salvaje Demonio. I proved who the better man is... I lived up to all the hype, and then some. I took him apart piece by piece, and I didn't even break a sweat. I proved to all the doubters, all the disbelievers, and all the ignorant player-haters out there that I'm one bad-ass individual. I'm a man you don't want to meet in a dark alley... I've got the strength of a horse, the speed of an eagle, the skills of a master, and the killer instinct of a tiger shark. And all my scandalous females know karate, baby!!

Minako, Sophie, and Komachi perform a few flashy martial arts maneuvers to illustrate his point, then go back to fawning over him and stroking his muscles. Rex Richards did emerge with a victory last night, and he did show some remarkable skill and ability in that match, but it was thanks in no small part to outside interference by his female companions that he won that match.

R. Richards: Last night SHOULD have been a night of triumph for us... but it WASN'T. People weren't coming up to me and asking, "Hey, Rex, did you beat Salvaje Demonio's ass or what!?". Instead, they all asked me, "Rex, what the hell's wrong with that stupid little slut, Sophie!?". And I had to tell them that I just didn't know, because to this very moment, I have no earthly idea what the hell Sophie's problem is.

Sophie turns away, pouting, but Rex Richards grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around again.

R. Richards: Sophie... you embarrassed all of us last night. What the hell were you doing!?

Sophie timidly takes the microphone, as Rex Richards glares at her expectantly. A smile crosses her face suddenly, as if she was struck by an idea.

Sophie: Ha! You see, a superior mind has given rise to a superior strategy! I intentionally went into that match to study the wrestling style of my opponent. I allowed her to win, because I wanted to see what moves she'd use... because I'm smart. I let her steal a victory... but she won't be stealing my wallet, because THAT has been stapled to the back pocket of my pants, and cannot be removed.

Rex Richards gives Sophie a dumbfounded stare for several seconds, as she folds her arms across her chest and smiles, apparently satisfied that she has given a sufficient explanation of her actions last night. Rex Richards finally snatches the microphone away from her again.

R. Richards: Sophie, you listen to me. You don't EVER get into another wrestling match ever again unless I tell you to. Do I make myself clear!?

Sophie sighs and nods sadly, then steps out of the ring and goes out to sit on the apron, cupping her chin in her hands glumly as she slouches forward.

R. Richards: That's right. And Christina Ellis... you better just learn your lesson, and stay away from the rest of us, because I'm still one bad-ass individual, and Minako and Komachi could tear you apart, woman!! Now, get Moy Lazzario out here, because I'm gonna kill somebody!!

"All Star" by Smash Mouth begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd gives a decent-sized round of cheers as Moy Lazzario, the scheduled opponent for Rex Richards tonight, steps out of the backstage area, carrying a microphone. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp to address Rex Richards and his three female companions.

M. Lazzario: Hey, Rex... long time, no see, but not long enough. Remember when we used to be in the Inquisition, and you used to lose all the time? No, really, I mean ALL THE TIME. I mean, I don't think you ever won a single match in your career. Seriously. Maybe you beat Russel the Muscle once. But other than that... I don't think you EVER won a match. And that's just pathetic.

R. Richards: Shut the hell up!! Get in here, and we'll see who's pathetic!! I'm gonna kill you!!

M. Lazzario: Rex, you ignorant bastard... you've got yourself a match.

Moy Lazzario's heading to the ring, and Rex Richards is waiting for him! Referee Linda Peterson slides into the ring and calls for the bell as Moy Lazzario climbs inside, and this match is on!

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

vs.

Moy Lazzario

Rex Richards gains control of the match early, using his superior strength to pound Moy Lazzario into the mat. With his superior wrestling skill and quickness, Moy Lazzario makes a few attempted comebacks, but those are stopped short by Komachi or Minako tripping Moy Lazzario or shoving him off of a turnbuckle, and Linda Peterson is too unobservant to notice. Rex Richards begins unloading on Moy Lazzario with some heavy power offense, getting a two and a half count from a powerslam and a spinebuster, and a near fall from a power bomb.

After the power bomb pin attempt, Rex Richards yells "IT'S OVER!!" at the crowd, then sets Moy Lazzario up for a DDT... but Moy Lazzario counters it with a Northern Lights suplex for two! Moy Lazzario whips Rex Richards into the ropes, then runs off the other side and nails him with a Thesz press in the middle of the ring. Moy Lazzario picks Rex Richards up and gives him the Ace Crusher, then covers for two and a half. He pulls Rex Richards up, and hooks him... then takes him down with the Slingshot Suplex!! But it only gets two and three-quarters! Moy Lazzario, obviously at a loss for what to do, puts Rex Richards in a surfboard, but Rex Richards powers out, then whips Moy Lazzario into the ropes and drops him with a massive clothesline!

Minako jumps up on the apron of the ring, distracting Linda Peterson... and it looks like some funny business is afoot. Komachi grabs a chair... but someone's coming through the crowd! It's Christina Ellis, wearing a VCW T-shirt and blue jeans! Komachi tries to hand the chair to Rex Richards, but Christina Ellis comes from behind and grabs it out of her hands! Before Komachi can react, Christina Ellis shoves her out of the way, then nails Rex Richards in the head with the chair! He staggers backwards... and Moy Lazzario rolls him up, grabbing a handful of tights and yelling "TURN AROUND!!" to Linda Peterson, who does, just in time to count three!!

Moy Lazzario pinned Rex Richards after an inside cradle in 0:06:23.
Rating: 1/2*

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Komachi grabs the chair, and tries to pull it out of Christina Ellis's hands, but Christina's not letting go! They're having a tug-of-war over the chair... BLUE MIST!! Christina Ellis just got a face full of blue mist, and Komachi yanks the chair out of her grasp... then levels her with a shot to the face! Moy Lazzario turns his attention to the brawl outside of the ring, starting to go to Christina Ellis's aid... but Rex Richards clobbers him from behind, then pulls him around and hooks him, and drops him in a DDT!! Rex Richards picks Moy Lazzario up across his shoulders... Death Valley Driver!! That did it... Moy Lazzario is laid out! And on the outside of the ring, Komachi just gave Christina Ellis a brutal power bomb on the ramp!

Moy Lazzario may have won this match, but Rex Richards and his female companions are the ones who are walking away looking triumphant. Christina Ellis and Moy Lazzario are laid out, and Rex Richards, Minako, and Komachi get in a couple good last stomps on each, then grab Sophie, who had been sitting on the apron sulking the whole time, and tell her to come backstage with them. They leave to the boos of the crowd, and shortly later Christina Ellis and Moy Lazzario get up and head backstage as well, still suffering from the attack a few seconds ago.

We're ready to see another match now... "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS plays over the arena sound system, bringing out "Doctor" Dave Adams, along with Nurse Vivacia. Last night, his tag team partner, Main Street Pete, was brutally attacked by Bass Rogers, who proceeded to load him into the back of an ambulance and drive away with him. Nobody knows quite where Bass Rogers took Main Street Pete, but we do know that after last night, he's no longer in VCW. Dave Adams enters the ring and grabs a microphone... uh-oh, this is no good.

D. Adams: After last night, Main Street Pete... well, he got kicked to the curb. But when it comes to the ladies, I never turn them away until they've experienced ultimate satisfaction. After just one appointment with the Doctor, you'll never look at normal men the same way again, because you've experienced the touch of the best lover on God's green earth, "Doctor" Dave Adams. Let me be the captain on your maiden voyage, and I'll set us awash on an ocean of milk and honey as I guide you to pleasures you've only dreamed about.

And then, as we near our destination, the sexual sensations will surpass all your dreams and fantasies, as every nerve in your body pulses with ecstasy and you scream my name loud enough to shake the stars down from the heavens. With the stars shooting before your eyes and the whole world melting around you as you become hopelessly lost in a paradise of pure pleasure, you'll come to understand that I'm like no other man, and I can do things to your body that nobody else can. So ladies, brace yourselves for the coming of the orgasmic overlord, and the pleasures that I'm coming to bestow upon each and every one of you.

What a bunch of gibberish that was... "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing over the arena sound system next, bringing forth Marty Jannetty, one-half of the Heavy Metal Express. He'll face Dave Adams in singles competition tonight, because his tag team partner, Lars Coverdale, is facing Tim Bell for the VCW Television Title tonight. Marty Jannetty enters the ring, and so does VCW referee Jerry Rogers. Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, and we've got a match!

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

vs.

"The Heartbreak Dude" Marty Jannetty

Marty Jannetty opens the match successfully, taking Dave Adams down with armdrag takedowns, dropkicks, and drop-toe holds, then taking him to the mat and working him over. Furious at being outwrestled early on, Dave Adams goes outside for a reprieve, slamming his fists on the apron and kicking the ring steps in frustration. Marty Jannetty hits him with a baseball slide, then goes out after him and continues the offense... but Nurse Vivacia comes from behind and distracts him, allowing Dave Adams to get in a low blow, then toss him back into the ring. Back in the ring, Dave Adams controls Marty Jannetty for a few minutes, wearing him down. Marty Jannetty makes a few comebacks, but each time Dave Adams is able to regain the advantage shortly. Eventually, Dave Adams goes for the Treatment, but Marty Jannetty blocks, then counters with a vertical suplex. Marty Jannetty takes Dave Adams down rapidly a few times, then hits a Rocker Dropper for a near fall. He goes for the Sweet Chin Music... but Nurse Vivacia grabs his leg from the outside, unseen by Jerry Rogers! Marty stops to pull his leg free from Vivacia's clutches... but Dave Adams uses the distraction to his advantage, nailing Marty Jannetty with a quick kneelift to the gut, then hitting a DDT and making the cover for the three-count.

Dave Adams pinned Marty Jannetty after a DDT in 0:05:38.
Rating: DUD

Not much of a wrestling match here; both men were pretty sloppy, and Dave Adams didn't seem to put forth one iota of effort into making the match good. But Dave Adams will walk away the winner tonight, thanks to timely interference by Nurse Vivacia costing Marty Jannetty the match. And as he celebrates his victory, we understand that Falcon is backstage, and cameras are watching him as he heads for Troy Black's locker room! He could barely walk last night after his match with Lance Errington; what's he thinking!?

Backstage...

A camera follows Falcon as he walks through the hall, stopping occasionally as he winces and puts a hand to his back in pain. Lady Erica Whitmore is following him as he goes, protesting loudly, but he barely even seems to acknowledge her.

L.E. Whitmore: Honestly... this is completely mad. Falcon... you shouldn't even be walking! And there's six or seven people in there who would love to see you put out of VCW for good... you shouldn't do this.

Falcon: You're right... but I have to. I can't let this go on...

Falcon arrives at a dressing room door, then politely stops and knocks on it, just before kicking it in. He storms into a large dressing room where Brujah, Desmond, Rebecca Black, Tony Garcia, Lorenzo Vasquez, Amy Lin, and Troy Black are all sitting around, talking... but they all just turn and stare as Falcon steps into the room, with Lady Erica Whitmore standing meekly behind him. Brujah and Desmond get up and meet him at the door, but Falcon doesn't turn away from them for a second.

Falcon: Listen, you two cronies, get out of my face this second or I'll kick your asses all the way back to Toronto. Do I make myself clear?

Troy Black motions for Brujah and Desmond to step aside, and they do as he stands up, moving to stand face to face with Falcon. Falcon immediately grabs him by the shirt and shoves him up against the wall, prompting every last person in the locker room to stand up and take a step towards Falcon, but he directs a hostile, emotion-filled glare at them, stopping them in their tracks, then turns back to fix that glare on Troy.

Falcon: You son of a bitch... I KNEW you couldn't be trusted. What you did to Gabriel... that was a lowlife, gutless thing to do, but I'm not gonna call you on it, because I never liked Gabriel either. But what you did to Melissa... she's one of my friends. She trusted you, Troy, with every beat of her heart... and it didn't matter that you turned your back on her, even in the old days, and left her alone with Tony Garcia... I couldn't convince her that I knew what kind of human slime you really are. I just had to hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe the sky wasn't blue, and maybe you weren't a human ball of slime. She trusted you, Troy... she left herself defenseless to you, and you attacked her emotionally and physically in the ring tonight. I want you to go out there and apologize to her... hell, apologize to EVERYONE... and I want you to do it right FUCKING now.

Troy Black just shakes his head in contempt as he pulls Falcon's hands off his shirt and shoves him away, then smooths out the wrinkles in his shirt.

T. Black: First of all, there's a lesson you should have learned from Melissa's mistakes earlier tonight... NOBODY tells me what to do. Even you. Least of all you. And second... you can go ahead and cry Melissa a river if you want to, but I really don't care. Aside from the fact that she works out and knows martial arts, there's nothing seperating her from any of the other pretty redheads in the crowd... except that she's not all that pretty anymore after her face has been mangled half a dozen times.

Falcon: You fucking piece of shit...

Falcon lunges at Troy Black and begins blasting him in the side of the head with a series of hard punches, but Brujah and Desmond grab him and pull him back, as Lorenzo Vasquez steps forward and grabs Lady Erica Whitmore by the wrist. She screams, but Lorenzo Vasquez just shoves her into the center of the room, then stands in front of the door. Brujah and Desmond continue to physically restrain Falcon from going after Lorenzo Vasquez or Troy Black, but he continues staring daggers at both of them. Troy Black calmly checks his head for blood, then smooths out his shirt again.

T. Black: You lay another hand on me, and your little Erica will get to know Tony, Lorenzo, and Rebecca really, really well. Now, you listen to me... Melissa got exactly what she deserved. When she tried to tell me what to do, that was her first mistake... but when she attacked Amy, that sealed her fate.

Troy Black steps over and puts an arm around Amy Lin, whose lip is still swollen after Melissa's massive kick to the face earlier tonight.

T. Black: Look at her... Melissa tried to hurt her, just because she's jealous. She's jealous that I've finally come to my senses and found a woman whose face doesn't look like Swiss cheese from being hit with one too many barbed wire chairs. Amy was--

Falcon: I don't care about your little sellout silicon princess, Troy. Let me and Erica go, and we can settle this tonight. Man to man, I don't care if it's in the ring or in the parking lot behind the arena... you've got one hell of an ass-whipping coming your way, for Melissa and for all the other people you fucked over by joining this gang of slimeballs.

T. Black: It won't happen tonight. Tonight, I've got a match with David Wright Hubbard, for the VCW World Title. You wouldn't know too much about VCW World Title matches, since you haven't been anywhere near that title for two years... but just know this... I don't have time to end your miserable life personally tonight. You want a fight with me... get through Tony Garcia first.

Tony Garcia steps up from his chair and looks at Falcon as Brujah and Desmond continue to hold him back, appraising him as if preparing to dismantle him. Falcon barely even acknowledges his presence, still focusing on Troy.

Falcon: Fine. I'll destroy that fat son of a bitch in the middle of the ring, if that's what it takes to get my hands on you. You're a dead man, Troy... I swear to God I'm gonna kill you.

L.E. Whitmore: NO!! Falcon, you're in no condition to fight anybody tonight, least of all him! He'll snap you in half!

T. Garcia: Listen to the lady, Falcon. I just want to relax, knock back a few cool ones... you know, take it easy. And if I don't get to take the night off tonight, I'm gonna be pretty pissed off... and I'm gonna take it out on you. That ain't what you want, is it? Just tuck your tail between your skinny little legs and back on out of here... it's for your own good, kid.

Falcon: Tony... you're the one thing standing between me and Troy Black right now... and that means you have to get your ass kicked tonight. That's just how it is.

Tony Garcia just sneers at Falcon, who is still being held back by Brujah and Desmond.

T. Garcia: Yeah, we'll see about that. Bring your crippled ass in the ring tonight, and I'll tear it apart.

T. Black: Okay, I've seen enough. Brujah... Desmond... throw this trash out of my locker room.

Brujah and Desmond begin hauling Falcon out of the dressing room, as he continues to struggle. Lady Erica Whitmore starts to leave, but Amy Lin gets up and meets her across the floor, staring directly at her with a predatory, sadistic gaze, like a cat that plans to torture a mouse to death. Falcon notices, and his struggling becomes even more frantic as he tries to lunge at Amy.

Falcon: You touch one hair on her head, and I'll rip your tits off and mail them back to SMCW.

Amy just smiles at Falcon, then turns to Erica... but Troy Black puts a hand on her shoulder and gently pulls her away, then looks directly at Lady Erica Whitmore.

T. Black: I think you need to leave now.

L.E. Whitmore: Yes, of course. I... I'm terribly sorry if we've given you any trouble at all.

Lady Erica Whitmore steps out of the dressing room door, and Brujah and Desmond toss Falcon out after her, then slam the door shut as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Wow... is Falcon insane? He has a severely injured back, and he's taking a match with Tony Garcia tonight? For all that Falcon's one of the most resourceful, resilient competitors in VCW, you have to believe that anybody who wrestles Tony Garcia at less than a hundred percent is setting himself up for a crushing defeat and probably a severe injury. Falcon has been wrestling with an injured back for well over a month now... but time may have run out on him tonight with this challenge. How in the hell can a man with an injured back expect to stand up to Tony Garcia!?

Falcon will have to worry about that later, but right now "Ballbreaker" by AC/DC is playing over the arena sound system, and that brings forth Virginia, the former VCW Commissioner, to a round of boos from the crowd. Last night, she was stripped of her powers as Commissioner by Violent Entertainment Enterprises Owner and CEO John Alexander... then her Administration X was defeated in a War Games Match, and she was defeated by her ex-boyfriend, Johnny Smiles. Additionally, her current boyfriend, Arthur Justice, has been sent back to the VCW Power Plant, and will not be returning to VCW television in the forseeable future. To sum it all up, she hasn't been having a good day in the past twenty-four hours or so... and now she continues to face the consequences of her actions, because tonight she's got a one-on-one match with "The California Crippler" Ken Collins.

"Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing over the arena sound system next, and the crowd cheers loudly Ken Collins steps out of the backstage area, accompanied by Stacey Lockman... and both of these two have had their documented problems with Virginia in the past. Now Ken Collins has Virginia in the ring, to himself, in a one-on-one environment. Administration X isn't here to protect her anymore... Virginia has to face Ken Collins based on her own merits, and Ken Collins seems to like it that way. He's getting into the ring, and VCW referee Brendan Powers enters the ring to officiate this match!

Virginia

vs.

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins
w/Stacey Lockman

Ken Collins opens the match with an intensely-launched offense, taking Virginia down with stiff suplexes and dismantling her with hard chops, punches, and kicks. With Virginia reeling from his onslaught, Ken Collins begins going after her shoulder, but Virginia twists out of an armwringer and groin-punches him, stopping that line of attack short and drawing idle threats of disqualification from Brendan Powers. Virginia softens Ken Collins up with some basic offense, then begins hammering him into the canvas with power moves, but he squirms out of an attempted running powerslam and counters with an inverted DDT. Ken Collins goes on the offense again, taking Virginia apart once more, then tosses her out of the ring, jumps out onto her with a plancha, and continues the onslaught on the outside... but Virginia takes control by reversing a whip into the guardrail.

Virginia firmly gains control by introducing Ken Collins head-first into the ringsteps, a ringpost, and the apron, then rolls him back in and continues working him over. After some forearm smashes, a massive clothesline, a backbreaker, and a devestating gutwrench suplex that gets a two and a half count, Virginia applies a crossface of her own to Ken Collins, trying to throw him off-guard... but she doesn't have it applied properly, and she neglected to weaken Ken Collins's shoulder before going in for the kill, so he makes it to the ropes without much of a struggle. Virginia continues the offense, taking it into high gear with a power bomb and a superplex, each of which gets a two and a half count, but when she goes for a second power bomb, Ken Collins counters with a Frankensteiner. They both get up slowly, and Ken Collins catches her in a jawbreaker when she gets up again.

Ken Collins goes on the offensive again, taking Virginia apart with a shoulderbreaker, a German suplex, then an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle, which gets a count of two and three-quarters. He goes for the California Crossface, but Virginia wriggles free and shoves him into the turnbuckle, then catches him with the Spinebuster when he comes out!! The pin attempt only gets two and nine-tenths, and Virginia picks him up, then goes for an airplane spin into an Ace Crusher... but Ken Collins squirms around and counters it with a DDT out of the spin! He nails Virginia with a kick to the midsection, then gives her a piledriver, but doesn't go for the cover! Instead, he heads up to the top turnbuckle, and waits for her to get up... FLYING DROPKICK!! That may have done it... Ken Collins goes for the pin, and gets three!!

Ken Collins pinned Virginia with the Flying Dropkick in 0:11:50.
Rating: ** 1/2

Ken Collins will walk away from this one with the victory, and Virginia just got defeated AGAIN! Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman remain around the ring, posing for the crowd for a few moments before heading backstage. As they leave to the cheers of the crowd, Virginia slowly gets up and climbs out of the ring, still shaken after taking some punishment in the match. She's on her way backstage... and she grabs a microphone!? Virginia has a microphone, as the crowd chants "SLUT!" at her and continues to boo.

Virginia: To hell with this... I'm going home.

Virginia tosses aside the microphone and begins walking backstage, as the crowd continues to boo her departure. What does she mean by that? Is she quitting VCW!? Whatever the case may be, she's walking out of here. Things just haven't gone her way since Wrestlewar started, but after all of her abuses of power and all of her treacherous acts against her former friends, it's hard to argue that she doesn't deserve all that she's gotten, and then some. Maybe she just sees the writing on the wall and has decided to get out while the getting's good, or maybe she's just taking a few weeks off... it's hard to say, without further details.

"Smells Like Nirvana" by Weird Al Yankovic begins playing over the arena sound system... what's this all about!? The Middle-Aged Outlaws, Hunk Higgins and Ruby Richard Cage, step out of the backstage area along with "The Pest of the West" Jesse Smark, and they're heading to the ring! They climb inside, and Hunk Higgins rips off his tank top and tosses it into the crowd, then begins posing and flexing his muscles, as Ruby Richard Cage points at the crowd and spins around, then makes the sign for the Ruby Cutter to an unimpressive, fizzling pyro show. As the posing and fanfare dies down, Ruby Richard Cage grabs a microphone.

R.R. Cage: Dudes and dudettes, cats and chicks, and all you little kids out there, the baby boomer generation proudly brings to you the soon to be ONE-TIME! ONE-TIME! ONE-TIME! ... VCW TAG team CHAMPIONS of the WOOOORRRLD... "The Immortal" Hunk Higgins... Ruby Richard Cage... the MIDDLE-AGED OUTLAWS!!!

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

The crowd responds with a lukewarm round of boos as Hunk Higgins takes the microphone.

H. Higgins: Well, ya know somethin', Canadians, all you people make me sick to my stomach, brother. Canadians are nothing but a bunch of American wanna-bes who couldn't cut the mustard, and a bunch of stinking cowards who ran up here during American wars to dodge the draft because they've got a big yellow streak up and down their back, Jack. You people all should bow down and worship the good old U.S.A., brother, because if we weren't always bodyguarding you and dropping the big leg on all these little third-world dictators, Saddam Hussein would have dropped a big old mustard gas bomb right on all your little igloos!

The crowd boos loudly; Hunk Higgins's attempt at getting cheap heat with this crowd has proved to be remarkably successful.

H. Higgins: But you know somethin', brothers... not too long ago, I was hanging and banging in the White House with George W. Bush, who's a real leader and a real man, not like the so-called King of Canada, Tony Flair, who's a gutless piece of trash just like everyone else named Flair... and good old George W. said, "Please, Hunk Higgins, I want you to go over to Canada, drop the big leg on those two tie-dye wearing hippies in the Ontario Colour Show, and bring those belts back to a couple of real Americans." And when it comes crashing down and it hurts inside, you gotta take a stand; it don't help to hide. Brother, if you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride... I gotta be a man, I can't let it slide.

Hunk Higgins is being a complete ass here... he's probably never even met the President, and Tony BLAIR is the British Prime Minister, not the "King of Canada". He doesn't know what he's talking about... but that's not going to stop him from talking some more...

H. Higgins: I am a real American, and tonight I'm calling out those two no-good Canadian cowards to put the titles on the line, and Hunkamania will run wild in Canada right here, tonight. I'm taking those belts back to our country, and I'm gonna hand them over to George W. Bush personally! So Ontario Colour Show, get out here, you stinking cowards, and put those belts on the line... and what'cha gonna do when Hunkamania, the forty-two inch ANACONDAS, and all the little American Hunkamaniacs RUN WILD ON YOU!?!?

The crowd boos loudly... but "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica just kicked on over the arena sound system!! The crowd bursts into loud cheers, and here comes the Ontario Colour Show, wearing the VCW World Tag Team Titles, along with Jennie... and they don't look to be in good shape after that ladder match. They're bruised and walking in obvious pain... and if there's any night that the Middle-Aged Outlaws might stand even a fraction of a chance against them, it's tonight, less than twenty-four hours removed from that brutal ladder match! Owen Addison has a microphone...

O. Addison: Let me clue you two in on a little something first. You hate Canada? Well, the feeling's mutual, you bald-headed jackass.

The crowd explodes into cheers, and Hunk Higgins looks around at them, yelling for them to shut up.

O. Addison: But that's not all... all the people in America hate you too.

Once again the crowd cheers loudly, and Hunk Higgins looks even more agitated, yelling at the crowd, then daring Owen Addison to step into the ring. Owen Addison takes off his VCW World Tag Team Title belt and holds it up as he begins to speak again.

O. Addison: See this title belt? We went through hell last night to get them. We took bumps off of a ladder that would have shattered every bone in your decrepit bodies, and we got up and kept going. Honestly, we're in no condition to defend the VCW World Tag Team Titles tonight...

The crowd deflates a little, somewhat let down after hearing that. Hunk Higgins smirks and yells something about them being gutless cowards.

O. Addison: ... But me and Paul Canyon, on our deathbeds, could take you two on any day of the week, and we've got an arena full of Canadians who want to see us kick your pathetic asses. Let's get in there and do it, Paul.

He tosses the microphone aside, and they hand the titles off to Jennie... and they're heading to the ring! They come to the ring, and Owen Addison climbs inside to lock up with Ruby Richard Cage, as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and the match begins!

For the VCW World Tag Team Titles:

Ontario Colour Show (c)
w/Jennie

vs.

Middle-Aged Outlaws
w/Jesse Smark

The Ontario Colour Show totally dominates this match with superior wrestling ability. Ruby Richard Cage eventually gets in an eye gouge and makes a comeback, attacking the already bruised and battered bodies of the Ontario Colour Show with his partner, Hunk Higgins, but that comeback is short-lived, as the superior technical ability of the Ontario Colour Show allows them to easily regain the upper hand. Owen Addison hits a swinging neckbreaker on Hunk Higgins and goes for the cover... but Hunk Higgins kicks out at two with authority!! He gets up, breathing hard and wagging his finger at Owen Addison, and blocks Owen's attempt at a punch! He fires back with three punches of his own, and whips Owen into the ropes... big boot!! He comes off the ropes... BIG LEG DROP!! He makes the cover... for two and a half.

Hunk Higgins goes for a second Big Leg Drop, but Owen Addison rolls out of the way, then dismantles Hunk Higgins with a few suplexes, before tagging Paul Canyon in. Paul Canyon goes up to the top turnbuckle, as Owen Addison scoops Hunk Higgins up... TOMBSTONE!! Paul Canyon makes his leap... MAGIC CARPET RIDE!! This one is SO finished... but meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Jesse Smark just speared Jennie!! They're rolling around on the floor, fighting... and Bobcat McGavin climbs out after them, trying to break it up! In a rather pathetic and sad note, Jennie seems to be winning this fight... BUT SOMEONE'S COMING OUT OF THE BACK!! It's Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, with Jasmina Chastity! They appear to be far from healthy after the ladder match last night as well, but they're managing a hobbling run to the ring. Idol and Jasmina have chairs, and Solomon has a hockey stick!

They slide into the ring... Owen Addison nails Jacob Idol as he comes in, but Rob Solomon blasts him with the hockey stick, sending him down! Paul Canyon starts to get up... but Jasmina Chastity nails him with a chair. That wasn't all that effective, but it stunned him for a second... and Ruby Richard Cage steps in and grabs his head... RUBY CUTTER!! Paul Canyon's down... and Rob Solomon brings the hockey stick down on his head! Rob Solomon pulls Paul Canyon up by the hair... SITDOWN FACESLAM! And he gets up and drills him in the throat with the hockey stick for good measure, as Jacob Idol gets up. Ruby Richard Cage puts Hunk Higgins on top of Paul Canyon, and Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, and Jasmina Chastity scurry out of the ring as Bobcat McGavin turns around and climbs inside, with the fight outside having ended with Jennie knocking out Jesse Smark. He starts the count... no, don't let this happen!! Jennie slides in for the save... but Ruby Richard Cage grabs her and holds her back, as Bobcat McGavin counts to three!! DAMN IT!! The crowd explodes into deafening boos, but we have new VCW World Tag Team Champions AGAIN!!

The Middle-Aged Outlaws defeated The Ontario Colour Show when Higgins pinned P. Canyon after outside interference in 0:05:19.
Rating: DUD
(The Middle-Aged Outlaws won the VCW World Tag Team Titles.)

This is completely ridiculous!! It took four men, one woman, and a fight on the outside of the ring to beat two severely battered champions! Rob Solomon and Jacob Idol are laughing on the outside, despite a degree of pain showing through on their faces from their lingering injuries. They limp backstage triumphantly, with Jasmina... and Ruby Richard Cage grabs the VCW World Tag Team Titles!! He poses on the top turnbuckle with them... and someone beans him in the head with a full cup of soda, knocking him off the turnbuckle into the ring, where he lies motionless. Owen Addison gets up groggily and grabs a microphone, then gets right in Bobcat McGavin's face.

O. Addison: What are you, blind!? We just got screwed in here!! Listen, you pug-nosed, brillo-faced bastard, I want you to restart this match RIGHT NOW!!

The crowd cheers, but then boos loudly when Bobcat McGavin starts shaking his head "no" and backing away. He technically didn't see the interference, and he's going to let his decision stand. A chant of "KILL THE REF" starts up in the crowd, and Bobcat McGavin backs up fearfully into the corner... but Owen Addison's not acting on that chant. It's probably a good thing, too... if he did, he'd be looking at a thirty-day suspension and a huge fine. Instead, he turns away, towards the backstage area where Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon disappeared.

O. Addison: Idol... Solomon... when we get you in the ring again, we're gonna break every bone in your fucking bodies. You got that!? You just signed a pair of one-way tickets to the hospital.

Owen Addison looks around, still shaking with rage, then looks down at the fallen Middle-Aged Outlaws. Hunk Higgins is still comatose in the middle of the ring, and Ruby Richard Cage was knocked out cold by that cup of soda that was thrown from the crowd.

O. Addison: And you two old timers... don't get too secure with those belts around your waist, because they're coming back really damn quick. I'm not even gonna waste the effort to cripple both your asses right now... but we're getting those belts back, and I mean soon.

Owen Addison and Jennie help Paul Canyon up and head backstage, as the crowd applauds... but what a let-down this was. The Ontario Colour Show worked their asses off to get a title shot at Wrestlewar, and now twenty-four hours after winning the titles, they just got screwed out of them! Maybe Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon just didn't get enough abuse last night at Wrestlewar... in any case, you have to believe that when the Ontario Colour Show catches them, or the Middle-Aged Outlaws for that matter, in a tag team match, they've got one hell of a beating coming their way.

We understand that Ziggy Adderloaf is backstage with the third member of the Technicians, the new VCW Television Champion, Tim Bell. Obviously, I'm sure he has a lot to say about what happened out here... let's go to that now.

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is shown backstage with Tim Bell, who looks pretty irate after what he just saw. He has the VCW Television Title slung over one shoulder and a bottle of water in one hand, but he doesn't seem like he's in much of a mood to celebrate.

Z. Adderloaf: Tim Bell, moments ago we saw your fellow Technicians, the Ontario Colour Show, get screwed out of their newly-won VCW World Tag Team Titles. What are your thoughts on what we just saw?

T. Bell: Things were really looking good, Ziggy. I won my title, Owen and Paul won their tag team titles, and we're all a little banged up and sore... but things were looking good. They go out there to shut up two old men who talk too much... and I go out to get some water before my match, and come back just in time to see them lose the titles. Suddenly... I'm not in such a good mood anymore, Ziggy. One thing's for damn sure... I'm not taking any more water breaks. Maybe I got a little bit careless after we finally won our battles last night. Maybe Owen and Paul did too. But if Idol and Solomon aren't done with us yet... then we're not done with them yet either.

Z. Adderloaf: Well... what about your match with Lars Coverdale for the VCW Television Title tonight?

T. Bell: First of all... you know I'm gonna be looking over my shoulder tonight. And second of all... well, like I said, I'm not in a good mood tonight. So Lars... nothing personal, but I hope you're ready to play a little rough tonight, because I sure as hell am.

Tim Bell hurls the water bottle against the wall in disgust, and it smashes into the wall, sending a spray of water everywhere, then begins leaking out onto the floor as Tim Bell turns and walks out of the scene, headed for the ring.

Elsewhere backstage...

A camera is in another locker room as Jacob Idol, Jasmina Chastity, and Rob Solomon sit down in front of a monitor, just in time to catch the ending moments of Tim Bell's backstage interview.

R. Solomon: Oh, for God's sake... change the channel. Not another interview from Mister Charisma here.

J. Idol: Yeah, but watch out, Lars... he's gonna play rough tonight.

R. Solomon: Seriously, do we even bother with this loser tonight!? Oh, wait... he just threw that defenseless water bottle!! Oh, man... that had to hurt. With God as my witness and all that crap, I think the water bottle's broken in half.

J. Idol: The water bottle jobs to Tim Bell. Now, I'm not Meltzer or anything, but I'd give that one about three stars... it was a little short, but stiff as hell, and that water bottle is doing an excellent sell-job...

R. Solomon: Best match I've seen all night...

A knock comes on the dressing room door.

J. Idol: I'll get it. Probably some backstage suit wants to bitch at us for a while...

Jacob Idol gets up and opens the door... and gets whacked in the head with a steel chair. He collapses backwards, and Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, the Ontario Colour Show, step into the room holding chairs. Rob Solomon gets up and turns around, but Owen Addison nails him in the head with a chair as well, knocking him to the floor. They begin beating the hell out of the prone bodies of Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, as Jasmina Chastity screams and runs out of the room. Owen Addison picks Jacob Idol up and chucks him head-first into the cinderblock wall of the dressing room, and Paul Canyon grabs a lamp from a small table, and smashes it over Rob Solomon's prone body, then gives him a few stomps.

O. Addison: We'll save the rest for in the ring. See you later, assholes.

Owen Addison and Paul Canyon leave the room, as the camera fades out on the fallen bodies of Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon.

The Ontario Colour Show didn't wait very long at all to get some payback on Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon... that was pretty immediate. But moving on with the show... Lars Coverdale is already in the ring, as "Through The Never" by Metallica hits the arena sound system, and Tim Bell emerges from the backstage area, wearing the VCW Television Title and accompanied by Jennie, to the cheers of the crowd. He looks pretty focused and intense as he climbs into the ring, casually tossing the title aside... and attacks Lars Coverdale! Linda Peterson quickly calls for the bell, and this match begins now!

For the VCW Television Title:

Tim Bell (c)
w/Jennie

vs.

Lars Coverdale

Tim Bell attacks Lars Coverdale with a passion, suplexing him around the ring like a rag doll, kicking and stomping at him, and just generally tearing him apart. Lars Coverdale is caught off-guard by his intense, unrelenting offense, and ends up taking quite a beating for several minutes before finally countering a flying cross bodypress attempt with a dropkick to the chest. Lars Coverdale then goes on offense, trying to use his high-flying abilities to keep Tim Bell down, because he knows that Tim Bell is a superior mat wrestler... but Lars's offense is cut short when Tim Bell dodges an attempted flying dropkick, then hones in and goes on the attack again.

Tim Bell aggressively goes back to work on Lars Coverdale, softening him up for the kill, but Lars Coverdale ducks an attempted leaping clothesline. Tim Bell pulls himself up on the ropes, and Lars Coverdale knocks him over the top with a dropkick, then climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps out onto him with a corkscrew plancha. Lars Coverdale takes the fight to Tim Bell on the outside briefly, but Tim Bell comes back, then continues punishing Lars Coverdale, rolling him back into the ring. Tim Bell power bombs Lars Coverdale for a near fall, but then whips him into the ropes and goes for a backdrop, losing his focus in a somewhat bizarre moment. Lars Coverdale sees the backdrop coming, and counters it with a Rocker Dropper. He's a little slow to make the pin... but gets two and three-quarters when he does!

Lars Coverdale stomps the mat, signalling for the Sweet Chin Music... and despite Jennie's warnings, Tim Bell is too groggy to move out of the way when Lars Coverdale connects with it! He poses for the crowd, then begins playing air guitar, and only goes for the cover after several members of the crowd yell for him to hurry up and try for the pin. His delay may have proved costly, however... he only gets two and three-quarters. He goes out to the apron... and stupidly takes time to briefly stop and flirt with Jennie, then begins climbing to the top turnbuckle. He may be looking for his Frog Splash... but he's not going to get it, because Tim Bell's up, and he lashes out with a dropkick to Lars's ankle! Lars Coverdale falls crotch-first on the turnbuckle, and Tim Bell climbs up with him... TOP-ROPE FRANKENSTEINER!! Tim Bell goes for the pin, and he gets three, retaining the title.

Tim Bell pinned Lars Coverdale with the Top-Rope Frankensteiner in 0:09:33.
Rating: ** 3/4
(Tim Bell retained the VCW Television Title.)

Tim Bell has retained his title tonight, unlike his partners in the Ontario Colour Show... and now he's helping Lars Coverdale up. He shakes his hand, and he seems to be apologizing for his somewhat rough and unorthodox approach tonight. To tell the truth, his recklessness almost came back to haunt him; if Lars Coverdale had spent a little less time goofing off, he could have taken advantage of Tim Bell's furious, unfocused approach and scored the win. Still, it's good to see that no lasting animosity lingers between these two great athletes.

They head backstage... but now "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater just started playing over the arena sound system, drawing loud boos from the crowd. Here comes Lance Errington, looking rather sullen and depressed. Last night, Lady Erica Whitmore revealed decisively that she was on Falcon's side, and not Lance Errington's... and it looks like Lance has taken the outcome of that match rather hard. He has a big opportunity tonight to gain a victory, though; Devaccio Pola has amazingly accepted a match with him tonight, and given Devaccio Pola's injured state after being part of the most brutal match in VCW history last night, Lance Errington has a big chance to capitalize.

"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Devaccio Pola steps out of the backstage area... though he's barely instantly recognizable. Over half of his face is wrapped in bandages, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed, but they're still contorted in the usual crazed grin. All in all, he looks like an insane luchador who got into a pack of medical gauze... and he's stalking to the ring, advancing on Lance Errington. He makes a fearsome sight... but Lance Errington doesn't even seem to care. It's not even cockiness... Lance Errington appears to be totally apathetic to the fact that Devaccio Pola's coming to the ring for a match! Devaccio Pola climbs inside, and Lance Errington halfheartedly moves into a lockup with him as Jerry Rogers enters the ring to officiate!

Lance Errington

vs.

Devaccio Pola

Devaccio Pola quickly takes the fight to a sluggish Lance Errington, blasting him with stiff kicks and bouncing off the ropes to repeatedly take him down with leaping kicks and forearms. Lance Errington rolls out of the ring, seeking to escape the punishment, but Devaccio Pola jumps out onto him with a tope, then continues to brutalize him on the outside of the ring. He throws Lance Errington back inside, and climbs in after him, and finally Lance Errington gets in some offense, stomping at him as he comes in. Lance Errington takes control, but his offense is halfhearted and unfocused, and Devaccio Pola quickly makes a comeback, reversing a vertical suplex attempt into a vicious snap suplex, then going after Lance Errington full-force again.

Devaccio Pola destroys Lance Errington with some high-impact offense, but then eases up, seeming a little bit disgusted with the apparent lack of fight in Lance Errington. He slaps him in the face repeatedly... and that gets a reaction out of Lance Errington, who goes on the attack quickly, retaliating with a series of big right hands, then whipping Devaccio Pola into the ropes and nailing him with a spinebuster! He keeps a hold on his legs... and applies a VERY sloppy, halfhearted Scorpion Deathlock. Devaccio Pola easily squirms mostly free, but Lance Errington remains holding one of his feet... and Devaccio Pola pops up and nails him with an enzuigiri! Falcon did that to him just last night; Lance Errington should have been alert to that move! But he wasn't, and now he's down on the ground... and Devaccio Pola's putting HIM in a scorpion deathlock! And Lance... taps out instantly!?

Devaccio Pola made Lance Errington submit to a scorpion deathlock in 0:04:05.
Rating: *

Devaccio Pola gets up and looks down at Lance Errington with disgust, then slides out of the ring and heads backstage, with the crowd cheering him on. Lance Errington rolls out of the ring and walks backstage as well, still without much energy or enthusiasm. Devaccio Pola came into this match clinically half-dead, and he showed easily ten times the intensity of Lance Errington here... what the hell's going on!? Is Lance Errington this distraught over Lady Erica Whitmore siding with Falcon last night at Wrestlewar!?

I don't think we can say for sure... but what we can say for sure is that we've got one hell of a power match coming up shortly! "War Machine" by KISS is playing over the arena sound system, and here comes big Bass Rogers, accompanied by Dean Sanders! He looks ready to tear into somebody, just like he did last night when Stiff Competition destroyed the team of "Doctor" Dave Adams and Main Street Pete. He'd better be ready for an even bigger challenge tonight, because he sure as hell has one ahead of him...

"Walk" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system, and here comes the man who was VCW World Champion twenty-four hours ago... the man who Bass Rogers will face tonight... Crimson. He doesn't look too pleased either... his mood doesn't seem to have improved since he met Bass Rogers in the hall earlier. To his credit, Bass Rogers isn't backing down a bit from Crimson... he's standing in the ring, calling for him to bring it on! Crimson enters the ring, and Brendan Powers climbs inside to officiate! This match is on!

Bass Rogers
w/Dean Sanders

vs.

Crimson

Bass Rogers and Crimson meet in the middle of the ring, slugging it out toe-to-toe... and Bass Rogers actually comes up with the early advantage, rocking Crimson back against the ropes, then whipping him to the other side and running him over with a clothesline! Bass Rogers is actually going head-to-head against Crimson, and doing quite well for himself! But Crimson's up again, and he clobbers Bass Rogers as he turns around, driving him back into the corner. Bass Rogers seems reluctant to sell any of Crimson's blows as he's driven into the corner, then nailed with a series of kneelifts.

Crimson remains on the offensive, hitting Bass Rogers with big right hands and power moves, but Bass Rogers just seems to be absorbing them all and getting back up. The match spills to the outside, and Crimson continues going after Bass Rogers, knocking him into several unforgiving steel objects at ringside, then rolls him back in to continue the punishment. But Bass Rogers ducks a clothesline from Crimson, then takes him down with a surprisingly quick double-leg takedown, crawls on top of him, and unloads on him with a series of brutal punches! Bass Rogers is on top of Crimson, beating the hell out of him, and the crowd loves it!

Bass Rogers hauls Crimson up, and continues working him over with massive forearm blows. He whips him to the ropes and gets a count of two from a powerslam, then sends him into the ropes again and hits a lariat, then covers for another two count. He whips Crimson into the turnbuckle, then nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex when he comes out, but his ensuing cover STILL only gets a count of two! Bass Rogers is becoming angry now at his apparent lack of progress; Crimson's still showing every bit as much energy as he did earlier in the match! If Bass Rogers can't keep him down, he can't connect with the Moonsault and finish him off! He hauls Crimson into a standing headscissors... you don't mean to tell me... POWER BOMB!! Bass Rogers just took down a three hundred pounder with a HUGE power bomb! Crimson's laid out, and Bass Rogers goes for the cover... and gets two and a half!!

Bass Rogers is going up to the top turnbuckle, looking for the Moonsault... but he never has moved too quickly, and Crimson's getting up behind him! Even after that brutal power bomb, Crimson's getting up, and he's behind Bass Rogers! He clobbers him on the back, causing him to fall crotch-first into the turnbuckle... and Crimson's climbing up with him! He climbs up with Bass Rogers, and grabs him by the throat... oh, no, we've seen this before... TOP-ROPE CHOKESLAM!! Crimson just DRILLED Bass Rogers into the mat, and I don't think even Bass Rogers will be getting up from that! But Crimson pulls him up by the neck... and he may be making a mistake by not going for the pin! If anyone can come back from a top-rope Chokeslam, it's Bass Rogers... but Crimson nails him with a second Chokeslam!! Bass Rogers is laid out... and Crimson pulls him up again... he's looking for a third!! He wants to prove a point, by taking out one of the toughest badasses in VCW! But Dean Sanders has seen enough on the outside, and he slides into the ring behind Crimson, carrying a chair! Crimson lifts Bass Rogers... and Dean Sanders whacks him with a chair, in full view of the referee! That's an instant disqualification!

Crimson defeated Bass Rogers via disqualification in 0:05:41.
Rating: DUD

Crimson staggers forward, dropping Bass Rogers, then turns around... and Dean Sanders blasts him over the head with the chair! Crimson staggers back into the ropes, then comes off, a little wobbly... and Dean Sanders nails him with another hard chairshot, knocking him down! Crimson rolls out of the ring and kicks the ringsteps in frustration, looking into the ring and yelling threats to Dean Sanders, who stands waiting for him with a chair. And now Bass Rogers is getting up!! Bass Rogers took a top-rope Chokeslam, then another Chokeslam, and he's up on his feet! He seems a little bit shaken, but he's up and standing after taking those devestating moves, and he looks ready to fight! This is unbelievable!

Crimson's backing away, yelling threats into the ring at Stiff Competition, and it's clear that he didn't make quite the impact tonight that he had wanted to. He wanted to destroy Bass Rogers, to make a statement at the expense of one of the toughest men in VCW, and that didn't happen. Based on the volatile personalities of these two men, I don't think we've seen the last of this at all. Stiff Competition soon leave the ring together, drawing loud cheers from the crowd. They stood up to Crimson tonight and didn't get annihilated, and that in and of itself is a remarkable accomplishment.

"I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and Tony Garcia emerges from the backstage area, accompanied by Rebecca Black and carrying his wooden axe handle. He's going to be facing Falcon now, and Falcon sure has one hell of a task ahead of him to even survive this match in his condition, let alone win it. His anger at Troy Black's actions proved to be too strong, and he accepted the match, but it may have been his final mistake, the straw that literally breaks his back.

Tony Garcia's walking to the ring... and Falcon comes out of the backstage area behind him, carrying a chair!! The crowd cheers as Falcon runs up behind Tony Garcia, and clobbers him from behind with the chair! Tony Garcia goes down in a heap, and Rebecca Black turns around... and she takes a massive hit from the chair as well! Tony Garcia starts to get up, but Falcon smashes the chair down hard repeatedly on his head, keeping him down! Falcon waylaid Tony Garcia from behind, and he's beating the hell out of him! The crowd's loving this, and why not? Tony Garcia is the same man who was the Inquisition's soulless destroyer as the Torturer, the same man who attacked his former friend Gabriel Black for daring to attempt reconciliation with Troy Black! He deserves every second of this!

But wait... here come the reinforcements! Brujah, Desmond, and Lorenzo Vasquez all charge out of the backstage area, and bringing up the rear is Troy Black, with Amy Lin standing behind him! Falcon turns around... he's ready for them! Desmond takes a chairshot and goes down! Lorenzo Vasquez also gets nailed with a vicious chairshot! Falcon draws back the chair to nail Brujah... but not fast enough, because Brujah kicks him in the midsection as he goes for the swing! Falcon doubles over, and Brujah puts him in a standing headscissors... no, not on the steel ramp... POWER BOMB ON THE RAMP!! Brujah is known for having one of the stiffest, most devestating power bombs in the whole wrestling world... he's put away some nearly unbeatable men with that move, and he may have just shattered Falcon's spine with it!!

Now Desmond and Lorenzo are up... Rebecca Black's up as well, and Tony Garcia's getting to his feet, clutching his head in pain... and they're all gathering around Falcon and stomping viciously at him! This is a five-on-one mugging, as Troy Black and Amy Lin stand back and watch with satisfied smirks... they're going to destroy Falcon after all, if that massive Power Bomb from Brujah didn't finish the job already! They're all gathered around like a pack of pirahna feeding on Falcon's carcass... and Troy Black's just standing back presiding over this brutal attack with a smile on his face! The crowd boos...

Hold it right there!! "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just started playing over the arena sound system, and here comes David Wright Hubbard! Troy Black quickly points at him, yelling for his hordes to charge him, and they look up from Falcon's fallen body, and rush towards David Wright Hubbard! Lorenzo Vasquez is in first, and he takes a kick to the midsection! Desmond runs in, and gets a massive lariat, and a big right hand knocks Brujah off his feet as he comes forward! Rebecca Black stops and backs up, wanting no part of David Wright Hubbard... but Tony Garcia's still advancing on him! Tony Garcia steps forward, coming face to face with David Wright Hubbard, and neither man's backing down! They're staring at each other with intense malice... and Troy Black yells "LET HIM PASS!" at Tony Garcia!

Tony Garcia looks back, then steps aside slowly, keeping his eyes focused on David Wright Hubbard... and David Wright Hubbard's advancing on Troy Black! Troy Black climbs into the ring, taking up a fighting stance and daring David Wright Hubbard to come forward and face him... and David Wright Hubbard steps into the ring! A medical crew is out to tend to Falcon, and Lorenzo Vasquez, Tony Garcia, Brujah, and Desmond are all heading backstage, fortunately... we may get a fair match here! Linda Peterson is the referee for our main event, which begins now!!

For the VCW World Title:

Troy Black
w/Amy Lin & Rebecca Black

vs.

David Wright Hubbard (c)

The match begins as Troy Black nails David Wright Hubbard with a series of punches, but David Wright Hubbard blocks one, then returns fire with a massive right hand than knocks Troy Black off his feet. Troy Black gets up, and David Wright Hubbard drives him back against the ropes with a series of punches, then knocks him out over the top rope with a massive right hand! David Wright Hubbard follows him to the outside... but Troy Black grabs Rebecca Black and holds her in front of him as a human shield! Rebecca Black squirms and struggles, and it appears that there are limits to her loyalty to Troy... she doesn't want to take this bullet for him! Troy Black throws Rebecca Black into David Wright Hubbard, but he just catches her and tosses her aside... and as he does, Troy Black nails him with a vicious kick to the knee! David Wright Hubbard doubles over... and Troy grabs his hair, then takes him head-first into the ringpost!

Troy Black rolls David Wright Hubbard into the ring, and immediately rips off his kneebrace and chucks it out of the ring. He goes straight to work on his knee, stomping it, kicking it, dropping elbows on it, and generally trying to take it apart. That knee has been chronically injured since Lance Errington took a pipe wrench to it the night after Spontaneous Combustion, and Troy Black's taking advantage of that fact in a big way. He has to know that if Crimson, the man with the most devestating offense in VCW, couldn't take David Wright Hubbard in a straight-up brawl, that he certainly can't, so he's exploiting this weakness, taking apart David Wright Hubbard's knee.

After softening up the knee for few minutes, Troy Black grabs David Wright Hubbard's leg and begins trying to take him over into a half Boston... but when he does, David Wright Hubbard lashes out with a big kick from his good leg, knocking Troy Black away! He gets up, and Troy Black goes for a quick throat jab... but David Wright Hubbard catches his hand, then whips him into the ropes... and nearly decapitates him with a huge lariat! Troy Black spins out of control on the bump, shades of Curt Hennig, and David Wright Hubbard's waiting for him with a flurry of punches to the head as he gets up!

David Wright Hubbard takes control of the match, knocking Troy Black around the ring like a pinball with massive punches, and crushing him with devestating power offense. He's limping heavily, but at the same time he manages to remain focused on destroying Troy Black, and he does a fine job of doing just that. Rebecca Black begins screaming at the top of her lungs on the outside of the ring as she watches David Wright Hubbard take Troy Black apart. He pauses to yell "SHUT UP!!" at her, earning a large pop from the crowd, then continues working over Troy Black. But after absorbing some punishment, Troy Black ducks under a massive kick to the head, and David Wright Hubbard stumbles forward, off-balance... and seems to twist his knee in the process.

Troy Black goes back on the attack, assaulting David Wright Hubbard's knee with a vengance. After more stomps and elbows, he rolls out of the ring, pulls David Wright Hubbard crotch-first into the ringpost, then brutally wraps his leg around the ringpost a few times, before applying a figure-four leglock on the ringpost. The crowd boos, and Linda Peterson orders Troy Black to break the hold, but he doesn't respond to her first five-count, or her second one. On the third time, as she raises her voice warningly and begins counting faster, he finally lets go... but the damage has been done. David Wright Hubbard's knee may have been destroyed.

Troy Black continues to work on David Wright Hubbard's knee sadistically in the ring, then finally takes him down with a kneebreaker and goes for the figure-four leglock... but David Wright Hubbard kicks him off, sending him shoulder-first into a ringpost, then pulls himself to his feet! Troy Black pulls himself out of the corner... and David Wright Hubbard sends him crashing into the turnbuckle back-first with a massive uppercut, then whips him hard into the other side, and drills him with a lariat when he staggers out! Amazingly, even with his mobility almost gone due to his shot knee, David Wright Hubbard is making a comeback and beating the hell out of Troy Black! He covers after the lariat, but only gets two and a half.

David Wright Hubbard opens up an arsenal of power moves on Troy Black, hitting him with a powerslam and a spinebuster for two and a half, then power bombing him for two and three-quarters. He begins going up to the top turnbuckle, perhaps looking for the Flying Cross Bodypress, but he can barely walk on his knee, much less climb, and Troy Black gets up and meets him on top. Troy Black nails him, then hooks him for a superplex... but David Wright Hubbard blocks it and blasts Troy Black with a fist to the midsection! Troy Black doubles over, and David Wright Hubbard hooks his waist... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB!! The crowd lets out a huge pop, and Rebecca Black screams again. That may have done it, but both men are down! David Wright Hubbard begins pulling himself to his feet... and Troy Black sits up like a zombie, to a chorus of boos from the crowd! He just sat up from the top-rope power bomb!!

David Wright Hubbard gets up and nails Troy Black with a massive right hand, sending him back down, then pulls him up and puts him in a standing headscissors. He's looking for another power bomb... but Troy Black grabs his leg and takes him down in a single-leg takedown, then steps around and hooks in a figure-four leglock!! Troy Black has David Wright Hubbard in a figure-four leglock in the middle of the ring, and he may not have any choice but to tap out! The majority of the crowd begins getting behind David Wright Hubbard as he reaches for the ropes... but finding that to be a futile attempt, he begins trying to turn it over! Slowly, inch by inch, he turns the hold over... but Troy Black turns it back over! He's holding on, and not letting go! Amy Lin and Rebecca Black each grab one of Troy Black's hands for leverage, and Linda Peterson doesn't see a damn thing! David Wright Hubbard collapses in a motionless heap, and Linda Peterson counts his shoulders down... but David Wright Hubbard sits up at two and three-quarters! He's staring intensely into Troy Black's eyes through a haze of pain, and he sits up and gives him two middle fingers! He begins trying to turn it again... and Amy Lin and Rebecca Black are forced to release Troy Black's hands when Linda Peterson looks up, allowing David Wright Hubbard to finally turn the hold over and keep it turned!! Troy Black has no choice but to release it!

Troy Black and David Wright Hubbard both begin getting up. David Wright Hubbard's eyes are glazed over as he rises to his feet, and Troy Black charges forward to nail him with a swift kick to the knee... but David Wright Hubbard just smiles a sick, pained smile and ignores it! Troy Black goes for a throat jab, but David Wright Hubbard blocks it, then tosses Troy Black into a corner of the ring and begins unloading on him with big right hands! With each blow, Troy Black rocks back sharply in the corner... and David Wright Hubbard whips him hard to the other side! Troy Black collides with the turnbuckle with the Shawn Michaels corner flip, nearly going over, but then tipping back into the ring and staggering back... right into a huge fist to the midsection from David Wright Hubbard!! David Wright Hubbard pulls Troy Black into a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! He just folded him like an accordion on the mat, but he's not going for the pin... he's going up to the top turnbuckle! David Wright Hubbard slowly pulls himself to the top turnbuckle on a shaky, weak leg. Troy Black's getting up... FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS!! That move won David Wright Hubbard the title last night, and he hooks Troy Black's leg as Linda Peterson counts... TWO AND NINE-TENTHS!! Troy Black got a shoulder up just in the nick of time!!

David Wright Hubbard begins going up to the top again... he wants to hit a second Flying Cross Bodypress! But Troy Black's clinging to Linda Peterson's shirt, yelling something to her frantically... he's using her as a human shield!! He knows that David Wright Hubbard can't do his move with Linda Peterson in the way... and Rebecca Black steps up on the apron and shoves David Wright Hubbard off of the top turnbuckle! Linda Peterson didn't see a thing, because Troy Black was distracting her, and now he legs her go and begins to get up. David Wright Hubbard's getting up as well... and Troy Black nails him with a stiff kick to the knee! David Wright Hubbard bellows out in pain and begins clutching his knee... and Troy Black hooks him... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Troy Black's going up to the top turnbuckle... BLACK DAGGER!! He just nailed David Wright Hubbard with the Black Dagger, and I don't think the VCW World Champion's getting up! But Troy Black goes up to the top turnbuckle again... not again... BLACK DAGGER!! He did it a second time!! But he's not going for the pin... he's climbing to the top turnbuckle one more time... HE DOES IT YET AGAIN!! Troy Black just drilled David Wright Hubbard with a third Black Dagger, and now he's going for the cover!! The crowd boos loudly as Linda Peterson goes down to count... AND TROY PULLS HIM UP AT TWO!! WHAT THE HELL!?

Troy Black had the VCW World Title won there... that's not a "maybe", that's a definite fact... and he pulled the champion up!! Now he's motioning for someone backstage to come out... and here comes the usual gang. Brujah, Desmond, Tony Garcia, and Lorenzo Vasquez all come swaggering out of the backstage area and enter the ring! Tony Garcia casually steps into the ring and brings his wooden axe handle down on David Wright Hubbard's injured knee, drawing an immediate disqualification! But why!?

David Wright Hubbard defeated Troy Black via disqualification in 0:27:41.
Rating: *** 3/4
(David Wright Hubbard retained the VCW World Title.)

Not even seeming to care that the match has been thrown out, Brujah, Desmond, Lorenzo Vasquez, and Tony Garcia all converge on David Wright Hubbard and begin stomping the hell out of him. Tony Garcia begins smashing David Wright Hubbard's injured knee repeatedly with the wooden axe handle as the others begin stomping away, totally ignoring Linda Peterson's pleas to stop the violence. Troy Black just stands back and watches, with his arm around Amy Lin's waist, smiling his sick, evil smile at the damage they're doing. This was his plan all along! He wanted to destroy David Wright Hubbard tonight so that Tony Garcia could pick up the pieces and win the VCW World Title at Wrestlewar! As the abuse continues, Troy Black grabs a microphone, with the crowd's deafening boos ringing out across the arena.

T. Black: It's time to acknowledge it as fact, not only behind the scenes, but openly as well. VCW belongs to this family, in and out of the ring... and if Falcon and David Wright Hubbard are the best you've got, this won't even be a fight. It'll be a slaughter like the one unfolding before your eyes right now. This pitifully screaming, writhing mass of humanity is your World Champion. The Black Plague has descended on VCW and claimed its first victims, and the rest of you have two choices... feed yourselves to the slaughter like this fool, or get on your knees and beg us to spare you.

This can't be the future fate of VCW unfolding before our eyes! Gabriel Black was crushed last night at Wrestlewar... the VCW World Champion is being destroyed by a gang beating in the middle of the ring... Falcon was beaten down and left the arena in an ambulance... who the hell can stand up to odds like these!? Can anybody!? We're out of time tonight, as the carnage continues... join us next week for another episode of VCW Monday Night Wrestling!!

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