Monday Night Wrestling 03/05/01 (VCW 110)

Hello, everyone, and welcome once again to another action-filled edition of VCW Monday Night Wrestling, coming to you live from the Kemper Arena in Michigan, and the arena is set to explode tonight! The Black Plague is once again present in full force, but Commissioner James Applebee, Falcon, Melissa DelArmeggio, and VCW World Champion David Wright Hubbard are all in the building as well! We're prepared for a huge conflict to erupt as those forces collide tonight, though we don't quite know what to expect just yet...

Wait just a second... "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica's playing over the arena sound system as the arena lights are replaced by silver blue-lights. The crowd explodes into deafening boos, and here comes Troy Black... backed by the rest of the Black Plague! Lorenzo Vasquez, Tony Garcia, Brujah, Desmond, Amy Lin, and Rebecca Black... sure enough, they're all here, and they're looking pretty smug. They enter the ring, and Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez hold the ropes open for Amy Lin and Rebecca Black... then Tony Garcia grabs a microphone, as the lights come back on and the crowd continues to boo.

T. Garcia: Just think, people... six more days. Six more days until I win my first VCW World Title. Six more days before all the kids on the Internet can stop complaining that VCW's World Champion isn't worth crap. Six more days until I rip David Wright Hubbard's leg off and beat him to death with it. And I have to tell you, I've been waiting for this moment for a long, long time... because David Wright Hubbard's always had the things that I deserve. I spent twenty-five God damn years in this business, busting my ass, and never won a single World Title. I've halfway killed people in legit barfights defending the honor of this sport... I've dropped more blood in one match than David Wright Hubbard has in his whole career... for over twenty years, back when wrestling was something you saw in a smoke-filled club, where a crowd of three hundred was record-breaking attendance... I was there, putting more effort, more blood, more sweat, and more heart into my matches every night than these punks today will ever have. I wasn't no damn "sports entertainer"... I was the same thing in the ring as I was out of the ring... one of the toughest fighters the world has ever seen.

So then I come to VCW, with the big crowds and the big money... and we form the Inquisition. And as if it wasn't bad enough with Gabriel Black hogging the spotlight, there's this punk they're trying to put over as a badass. He's big, he's tall, he can beat people up, and he can fly through the air... but he ain't the real deal. Not like me. He couldn't make it halfway down the road that I walked. But they start pushing him as an ass-kicker... and me? I get a black mask put on over my head. Yeah, a FUCKING black mask, like some kind of Halloween costume. They call me the Torturer. Like I'm some kind of cartoon character. They're pushing this blond-haired wanna-be cowboy as the toughest man in the Inquisition, and me? I'm Gabriel Black's errand boy all the sudden. I'm the funny old fat man in the black mask. People were LAUGHING at me. Fourteen-year-old kids were sitting in the arenas, laughing at me like a bunch of little punks. All that respect, everything I worked for over twenty years for... it didn't mean nothing. I was a fat man in a stupid costume, and this blond-haired cowboy who's stealing Steve Austin's routine is the one people are calling a badass.

But now... look at me. There's no Gabriel Black to hold me back and stick a mask on me. I'm Tony Garcia, and I'm your worst nightmare. I just won the TNM Elite Lethal Lottery Cup... I showed everyone what Tony Garcia's really made of. Do you see anybody laughing now!? Because I sure as hell don't. And David Wright Hubbard sure as hell isn't gonna be laughing. He's already got a bad knee... he's just waiting for the slaughter like a horse being shipped off to the glue factory. And this Sunday, it ain't no damn cartoon character in a stupid mask coming after him... it's the baddest man in VCW, coming to take what should've been his a long time ago. There ain't gonna be nobody calling David Wright Hubbard a badass when I get done with him... all there's gonna be is Tony Garcia, the VCW World Champion... and the one-legged cowboy he beat to get his belt.

The crowd boos loudly, but Tony Garcia gets a scattered round of cheers from the anti-David Wright Hubbard portions of the crowd. Troy Black steps forward, nodding in approval and clapping him on the shoulder after his speech, and takes the microphone from Tony Garcia, causing the crowd's boos to become even louder.

T. Black: Two weeks ago, our VCW Commissioner, James Applebee, decided he didn't want to do things our way. Now, maybe you didn't notice, but he wasn't here last week... he was back in the Ivory Tower, with the executives telling him that if he doesn't treat us with a little more respect, he'll be out of a job. So, because of that... I don't think he'd mind complying with a few reasonable requests that I have tonight. And they're not for my benefit... they're all in the interests of doing what's right for some people who haven't had what they want, and what they deserve.

First of all... there's Brujah. When I brought him to VCW, I promised him some things he just didn't get in SMCW. The first of those things was money. VCW actually draws in enough money that we can afford to pay our talent in cash, rather than food stamps and bottlecaps. And another thing I promised him... was a chance to take his career to the top. This is the man who beat the Grave Digger... and he never got a shot at the Grave Digger's SMCW World Title. Why? Because of the glass ceiling in SMCW. Petty little men, holding down the most promising wrestlers in the company, denied him his chance at immortality with their backstage power plays. He never got ONE chance to prove that he could defeat the Grave Digger a second time, with the title on the line... because the people with all the power were afraid that he could.

But here in VCW, things can be different. Here in VCW, the most talented wrestlers are at the top of the roster, as they should be. And here in VCW, when you're an athlete of Brujah's caliber... you get what's due to you. So if James Applebee knows what's good for him, I want a title match, tonight, for Brujah... one-on-one with the VCW Television Champion, Tim Bell.

The crowd boos... and it's a little hard to blame them. For all that Brujah is a worthy athlete, and he does hold some big wins in SMCW, he hasn't really proved himself in VCW... this will be his first singles match, and it's already for a title belt? Brujah's getting a shot at the big time, all right, but he may be getting it a little faster than he deserves it. Brujah seems pleased with this news, however, as Troy Black moves on, walking across the ring to Desmond.

T. Black: The second person who wants and deserves better than he's gotten... is Falcon. Normally, I'm not inclined to give my enemies what they want... but he already has the misfortune of facing me at the Big Fight, and since he was foolish enough to extend a challenge for a Street Fight, I'll happily take it. He says he wants to take revenge on me, for Melissa's sake... but I know the truth better than that. I've said it from the beginning... at his core, Falcon's nothing more than a skirt-chaser. He's wanted Melissa from the beginning days of VCW... and now that I've finally discarded her, he thinks he finally has a chance to make his fantasies into reality if he can do a favor to her, and take revenge on me for setting her straight. As far as I'm concerned, they're both insignificant to me, and they deserve each other... but if Falcon thinks that he can defeat me in the first place, he's mistaken... he's never beaten me before, and this Sunday will be no exception.

But that's not all Falcon wants. Judging by his comments last week, he didn't want to be at home, resting. He wanted to be involved in the action. He wanted to stay on the scene, regardless of the condition of his back. And once again... I'm prepared to give him what he wants. Tonight, Falcon, I have something for you to do. If you want a chance to play hero and fight against the Black Plague, I've got one for you. Normally... Brujah and Desmond function as a well-oiled tag team. But tonight, Brujah is busy facing Tim Bell, which leaves Desmond with nothing to do. So, Falcon... if you want a match, I'm giving you a chance to go one-on-one with Desmond.

Desmond smiles and thanks Troy Black as the crowd boos again. Falcon's back has been healing over the past few weeks, but he's still not at one hundred percent... and tonight, Troy Black wants to send Desmond after him to weaken him further, before their Street Fight this Sunday? But will Falcon take the match at all?

T. Black: As for the rest of us... Amy, Lorenzo, Tony, and myself, we're taking the night off. If you want to see us wrestle, buy the pay-per-view and put more money in our pockets, because we're--

"Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and Troy Black suddenly stops, as everyone stares around in confusion. We've heard this song before, but not this version of it... is this... wait... some people are coming out of the backstage area... Ken Collins and Robert Danson!! The Immortals are coming out of the backstage area, along with Nicole and Stacey Lockman, and the crowd goes wild cheering! A staredown between the Black Plague members in the ring and the Immortals ensues for a few long moments, then Ken Collins raises the microphone to speak.

K. Collins: Hi, everybody. I'm the California Crippler, Ken Collins.

R. Danson: And I'm his tag team partner, Robert Danson. Together, we're the Immortals. Two great wrestlers... one great tag team, accompanied by the lovely Nicole and Stacey Lockman.

What the hell is this all about!? It seems as though the Immortals are back together, at least for one night! The crowd cheers loudly, but Troy Black just seems annoyed as he stares down the aisle at them.

T. Black: Come on now, Ken... not YOU again. You tried this before... and you failed. You weren't good enough. You didn't have what it takes to beat Troy Black... and you never will.

K. Collins: That's where you're wrong. Maybe your thugs interfering helped hide the fact a little bit... but you were a beaten man last week, Troy. I felt the strength drain out of your body. I felt you pass out in the California Crossface. You fought it with everything you had... and you couldn't escape. Your body went was as soft and limp as one of Rebecca's boyfriends five minutes into their first date. You were unconscious. You were defeated. You were MINE.

That's true... before the Black Plague charged the ring, Troy Black had passed out in the California Crossface last week! The crowd cheers loudly, and Troy Black looks around at them with an angry stare, yelling at them to shut up, then turns back to Ken Collins angrily.

T. Black: No... if you want to talk about dates, we'll talk about your dates... and when I went limp in the California Crossface, just like every girl you've ever bedded... I was FAKING. It was a ruse to get you to lower your guard, and it worked. You're leaving out the part of the match where I got up from everything you dished out, then beat you in the middle of the ring. And Robert Danson, your washed-up ex-tag team partner... what's he doing here? Maybe you gave me a good fight last week... but Robert Danson has no business being in the ring with Troy Black.

R. Danson: Actually, Troy... I had some problems with your teammate Lorenzo Vasquez last week. Not only did he attack me, and attack poor Nicole... but he said some very disparaging, hurtful things to her as well. And, I mean, no offense, but when it comes to women, you guys don't really have room to talk. You've got Rebecca, who can sit down on a barstool while wearing a skirt and fall straight to the floor... and you've got Amy Lin, who's got one thing in common with the Titanic... a couple thousand people went down on her, and most of them drowned!

WHAT!? Did he just say that!? The crowd's exploding into cheers, and Amy Lin's absolutely outraged... Brujah and Desmond have to forcibly restrain her from jumping out of the ring and running down the aisle at Robert Danson. Robert Danson's not done yet, though... he raises the microphone again.

R. Danson: I mean, I don't want to get too X-rated here, but some people from SMCW have told me that you have to sign a waiver to give Amy oral sex without a lifeguard on duty, because--

T. Black: If you don't shut the hell up right now, I'm coming down there and ripping your throat out. You think you can talk about Amy... you think you can talk about MY Amy like that? You're dead men tonight, both of you. You want another piece of Lorenzo Vasquez? And Ken... you want me in the ring one more time? Fine. If you're not all talk, then later tonight, you can have a tag team match, pitting me and Lorenzo Vasquez against the two of you... the legendary Immortals... and you'll learn yet another painful lesson about getting in the way of the Black Plague.

Lorenzo Vasquez also has a microphone now, and he doesn't look happy with the Immortals either.

L. Vasquez: And you don't talk like that about Rebecca, either. You think I beat you and Nicole up pretty bad last week? You got off easy, pal. Both of you little pussies better make some reservations down at the hospital tonight... you're taking on two of the most lethal men the wrestling business has ever seen. The Superstar didn't just teach us how to roll someone up for a little three-count... he taught us how to hurt people. And after you come out here talking like that... I think somebody's gonna get hurt.

The crowd boos as a malice-filled grin spreads across Lorenzo's face, and Rebecca Black grabs the microphone from him, smiling.

R. Black: Baby... you know how much it turns me on when you act all macho and get in fights over me. Come here.

Rebecca Black embraces Lorenzo Vasquez, and they start making out in the middle of the ring, as Tony Garcia grabs the microphone from her.

T. Garcia: Yeah... so Lorenzo and Troy, you two are taking on these chumps in a tag team match. What about me?

T. Black: You can still take the night off, Tony. Normally, I'd want you to be there for backup... but I don't think we'll need it. Just look at them. So unless there's anything else--

Hold it!! "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just started playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd gives a highly mixed reaction... it's David Wright Hubbard, the VCW World Champion!! And Melissa DelArmeggio's with him! He's limping severely, but he's got a microphone in his hand, and he turns to face the Black Plague... and they're suddenly not looking so cocky and sure of themselves as they stare down the aisle at the Immortals, Melissa, and David Wright Hubbard.

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, Tony... you can have the night off if you want. You can sit your ass down in the hotel room, order up a bunch of room service, and sit there eating cheeseburgers and burritos all night long... or you can stay here tonight, and not have to wait until this Sunday for a match, because I'm here tonight, and I'm looking to beat your ass right here, in the middle of that ring!!

The crowd cheers loudly... David Wright Hubbard's offering to fight Tony Garcia tonight, here on free television!? Whether you like the two men involved or not, anyone has to admit that it looks like that'll be one hell of a match! Tony Garcia starts to raise the microphone again, but Troy Black whispers something in his ear, and he nods and smiles, then turns back to David Wright Hubbard.

T. Garcia: You know, as much as I'd like to become VCW World Champion six days early... those cheeseburgers and burritos are starting to sound real good, champ. Besides... the Commissioner said that you and the Black Plague can't even touch each other before the Big Fight--

D.W. Hubbard: Only if it's not part of a sanctioned match. You heard that part as well as I did, you big sack of crap. I can't stop you from weaseling out of this match, if you don't have the balls to face me tonight... but there ain't a damn thing stopping you from getting in the ring with me tonight and getting your ass beat from one end of the arena to the other!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, with more cheers than boos; some of them don't like David Wright Hubbard, but most of them want to see this match tonight. Once again, Troy Black starts to whisper something to Tony Garcia...

D.W. Hubbard: Tell your little buddy he can whisper his little love poems into your ear after you get backstage. Tonight, I'm looking for a fight, and I need to know whether or not I found one.

T. Garcia: Settle your ass down, Marshall Dillon. I'd like to get my hands on you a little early... but I don't think it's real smart. Just look... you've got Melissa here with you, and I don't trust her. You know she hates the Black Plague... she even broke an axe handle over my head from the top of an iron cage! That woman tried to kill me... and the bottom line is that she's crazy, and I can't trust her. This sounds like a set-up to me, my friend... so we're just gonna have to wait.

The crowd's booing... but Melissa DelArmeggio just grabbed a microphone as well! She's got a microphone, and she's staring into the ring at Tony Garcia.

M. DelArmeggio: You mean to tell me that Tony Garcia's scared of ME? Look at me. I weigh a hundred and fifty pounds, and I have a back injury. You're nearly six and a half feet tall... you weigh more than twice as much as me... and you carry a wooden axe handle... and you're scared of me? What ever happened to being one of the toughest fighters the world has ever seen!? What happened--

T. Garcia: You shut the hell up right now, you stupid little bitch!! You think I'm scared of YOU!? You think Tony Garcia's gonna run away from some little girl!? I got some news for you, sister... I'll take you and that punk-ass cowboy on in a handicap match, right here, tonight!!

What!? Tony Garcia wants to be in a handicap match, opposite the VCW World Champion? He's obviously filled with outrage after Melissa DelArmeggio accused him of being scared, but in the heat of the emotion he may have made a big mistake! With all due respect to Tony Garcia, one of the toughest men in the wrestling world... it can't be a good idea to stack the odds against himself when going up against the VCW World Champion. But Amy Lin steps forward, also holding a microphone.

A. Lin: Tony... I can't let you do that. I haven't been here very long, but even while I have been, you've been like an older brother, or an uncle to me. You've been there from day one of my time in VCW, always helping me to do what's best for my career... unlike SOME people I've known before... and tonight, I want to help you. And on top of that, I want to get my hands on that bitch Melissa, after she attacked me during my first VCW appearance... so let me be your tag team partner.

Hold on just a second... Amy Lin's volunteering to team with Tony Garcia against David Wright Hubbard and Melissa DelArmeggio? This match just keeps taking more surprising twists... but Tony Garcia's nodding and smiling! He'll agree! But now David Wright Hubbard has the microphone.

D.W. Hubbard: Young lady... let me just tell you something right now. That probably ain't a good idea. It's bad enough that Melissa wants to tear your pretty little head off and mount it on her wall... but I'll tell you one other thing. If you put yourself in that ring with me in a combat situation, I don't have any problem whipping a woman's ass... just ask Rebecca. Hell, just ask Melissa, right here. So if you--

A. Lin: What's the matter? You don't think I can hold my own against some Texas redneck with a bad leg? If Tony didn't already have dibs on that title, I'd take you on one-on-one and become VCW World Champion... so it's not my ass I'd be worried about. As a matter of fact, when we get in the ring tonight, I'm gonna make a point of getting Tony to tag me in against you... and I'm gonna whip YOUR ass.

T. Black: So... this is what it comes down to? The Immortals, against Lorenzo Vasquez and Troy Black... and David Wright Hubbard and Melissa, against Tony Garcia and Amy. I think I like our chances. Four more graves to dig... four more fatalities caused by the Black Plague. All four of you... I would advise you to come prepared to fight for your lives.

"For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing again, and the lights once again are replaced by Troy's dim silver-blue lights. The crowd begins booing as the Black Plague remains in the ring, staring across the aisle at their opponents... but right now, we understand James Applebee's backstage with Falcon and Tim Bell! Perhaps we'll get some confirmation on some of the other challenges Troy Black extended for tonight! Let's go to that now.

Backstage...

VCW Commissioner James Applebee's sitting at a desk in his office, with Falcon, Tim Bell, and Lady Erica Whitmore sitting in chairs on the other side. Falcon props his feet up on the desk, getting a brief, irritated glance from James Applebee, but he seems to decide to ignore it.

J. Applebee: Well, I'm sure you saw the challenges made a few moments ago... and I've asked you here to discuss them with me. Personally, I won't be intimidated into doing what Troy Black tells me to do... but I'm leaving these decisions with you. Tim Bell, if you want to defend the VCW Television Title against Brujah tonight, I'll make the match... and Falcon, if you want to face Desmond tonight, I'll also make that match. But in both cases, it's your choice.

T. Bell: Yeah... I'll face Brujah tonight. Troy Black wants him to have an opportunity to win my title... and that's fine. I'll let him make the attempt... but failure will be the result.

Falcon: You know...I have to go along with that sentiment. Troy Black wants to send Desmond after me? Desmond!? I mean... he couldn't even spare Tony Garcia or Lorenzo Vasquez? I'm just a little bit insulted by that. I'll take that match... but if he wants to put me out of commission, he'll have to do better than Desmond.

The door opens suddenly, and Jennie steps in, looking around, then sees Tim Bell.

Jennie: Hey, Tim... Owen and Paul sent me to look for you... what's up?

T. Bell: I'm defending the VCW Television Title tonight, against Brujah from the Black Plague. I want you guys to watch over me tonight, and make sure I get an even match.

Jennie: No problem. Oh... and while I'm here, Commissioner Applebee... a couple weeks ago, I had a little run-in with Nurse Vivacia when Dave Adams fought Tim here... and I was wondering if you couldn't book a little match with me and her tonight.

J. Applebee: Sure thing, Jennie... not a problem. Will that be all for everyone?

A general murmur of assent comes from everybody in the room.

J. Applebee: Well, then... good luck in your matches, and I look forward to seeing you all compete tonight in the ring.

The camera fades out on the Commissioner's office as the various wrestlers and valets begin to get up and leave.

Back in the ring, we're finally ready to start our first match. Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja are already in the ring, and... oh, no! Russel has a microphone again! How did that happen?

R. Taylor: Tonight, I'd like to talk to you about the importance of constantly practicing to be your best. Whether you're a wrestler, a doctor, a carpenter, or a taxi driver, or anything else for that matter, it's important to keep your skills sharp so you can do a good job. You need your basic mental assets... dedication, determination, and discipline... and you need to be willing to work hard to do the best job you can. Take my tag team partner, for instance. It's not easy, being a Super Giant Ninja, but he trained in a top-secret dojo in Brooklyn for several years before finally--

"Domination" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system, and it's not a moment too soon! Russel Taylor's babbling is drowned out in the heavy music and the crowd's cheers as John Uldwall and Blade, the Wrecking Crew, make their way to the ring. Unlike Russel Taylor, they're not going to stop and talk to us... they're all business, heading straight for the ring! Brendan Powers climbs inside to officiate this match, and it's beginning now!

Wrecking Crew

vs.

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor & Super Giant Ninja

This match is over almost before it begins. The Wrecking Crew quickly disposes of Russel Taylor, then takes the Super Giant Ninja down with a massive double power bomb. When he gets up, they're ready for him, and they finish him with the Breakdown immediately.

The Wrecking Crew defeated Russel Taylor and The Super Giant Ninja when Uldwall pinned Ninja after the Breakdown in 0:00:25.
Rating: DUD

That certainly didn't take very long... the Wrecking Crew came in and cleaned house, and just like that, they're leaving! The crowd cheers as the Wrecking Crew leave the ring and go backstage, having accomplished their mission tonight in short order, while inside the ring Russel Taylor begins trying to help the Super Giant Ninja to his feet. After a few moments, the Super Giant Ninja revives from the quick attack enough to stagger backstage while leaning on Russel Taylor's shoulders.

We're getting ready for our next match now... and "Surfing With The Alien" by Joe Satriani begins playing over the arena sound system. The crowd begins cheering as Salvaje Demonio runs out of the backstage entrance and sprints to the ring. He slides inside and bounces off the ropes a few times, then poses on one of the top turnbuckles for the crowd, getting a second burst of cheers, before stepping down to await the entrance of his opponent...

And that opponent's on his way now! "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS kicks on, and "Doctor" Dave Adams comes out of the backstage area, along with Nurse Vivacia. He walks down the aisle with a cocky smirk on his face, stopping briefly to flirt with some women in the front row, then steps into the ring and grabs a microphone. Uh-oh... things are about to get weird and perverted, knowing Dave Adams.

D. Adams: A little later on tonight, as you may know, the lovely Nurse Vivacia will be in this ring for a special appointment with Jennie... and I'm sure that she'll take really good care of her. But before that happens, tonight, I've got a match with the man you see standing in the ring with me, the master of lightning-fast technical skills, the legendary Mexican luchador... Salvaje Demonio.

Dave Adams gestures to Salvaje Demonio, who gets a polite round of applause from the crowd, then turns back to the crowd to address them. Salvaje Demonio's actually a Hispanic American, born and raised in California, but I don't suppose telling that to Dave Adams would do any good...

D. Adams: But he's not the only one with a little... international experience... because when it comes to Mexico, I've had a few encounters with some sexy senoritas myself. Each time, as I started travelling further and further down, it just kept getting hotter and hotter, until I finally arrived at the lush oasis south of the border. I made them see something they'd never seen... and they all thought it was just a dream, but just like all the women here in the United States, I proceeded to make their fantasies into reality, as I showed them that there's no man anywhere in the world who can hold a candle to me. They started screaming my name loud enough for everyone to hear it in the United States, and as they drowned in the delicious delirium of my love, their senses started spinning all across the equator... every which way, north, south, east, west, it makes no difference... they all ended up in a magical paradise of pleasure and passion, and I was their passport.

And as their entire world shook on the axis of my south pole, as they screamed and panted and moaned and sweated, and thought that it just couldn't get any better... that's when I turned the electricity of the ecstasy up to a hundred and eighty thousand volts, and set off the rocket ship that took them up to the heavens and beyond, into a void filled with nothing but the sensations of sexual satisfaction, where they could see nothing but stars because their senses were consumed by the ultimate ecstasy. Thy started shaking, as wave after wave of never-ending decadent delight pulsed through every fiber of their bodies at ten thousand miles per second, until all they knew was the intensity of their soul-shattering climaxes, and the ultimate power of the prince of pleasure, the orgasmic overlord, "Doctor" Dave Adams. I made them forget every other man... because I did things to their body that no one else can.

And if any of you other ladies out there want to experience the thrill of a never-ending rush of eternal ecstasy, I can bring you to the light. So just get on your knees, and bow down and worship the hedonistic holy man, the only man who can please you like only I can... the magnificently majestic marvel of manhood, "Doctor" Dave Adams.

That... made even less sense than normal for Dave Adams. And that's saying something. Salvaje Demonio's just giving him a stare that practically says "Has he lost his mind?" Jerry Rogers climbs into the ring, calling for the bell, and we're going to start this match off now!

Salvaje Demonio

vs.

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

Dave Adams starts out with a lockup... and Salvaje Demonio quickly goes behind him and hits a belly-to-back suplex. They lock up again, and Salvaje Demonio brings Dave Adams down with an armdrag. Undaunted, Dave Adams goes into another lockup... and this time, Salvaje Demonio puts on a side headlock. Dave Adams goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Salvaje Demonio quickly flips out behind him, then runs into the ropes and comes off to knock Dave Adams down with a spinning leg lariat as he turns around! Dave Adams won't be winning a technical wrestling match against Salvaje Demonio any time soon... it's time to rethink the strategy here. And that he does, going for the eyes after teasing a fourth lockup.

Dave Adams begins working over Salvaje Demonio with basic strikes and simple wrestling moves, trying to keep this match simple. Salvaje Demonio is larger, stronger, faster, and more technically skilled than Dave Adams, so he's trying to maintain control with simple offense and brawling, his area of greatest aptitude. Salvaje Demonio counters a bodyslam with a small package for a two count... but Dave Adams quickly leaps to his feet and cuts him off with a kneelift before he can make a comeback. But after a few more moves, Dave Adams goes for a DDT, and Salvaje Demonio quickly counters with a Northern Lights suplex for two and a half!

Dave Adams gets up and angrily takes a swing at Salvaje Demonio, but Salvaje Demonio grabs his hand and whips him into the ropes, nailing him with a dropkick when he comes off. Salvaje Demonio proceeds to take decisive control of the match, taking Dave Adams off his feet repeatedly with a variety of moves, then tossing him to the outside and immediately following him out with a plancha. Salvaje Demonio continues pouring out the punishment on the outside of the ring, showing that Dave Adams isn't the only one who can brawl effectively, then rolls him back into the ring and starts pouring on the heavy offense, nailing Dave Adams with a piledriver for two and three-quarters, then a Michinoku Driver for two and nine-tenths. Dave Adams is fading fast... and Salvaje Demonio plants him with a fireman's carry into a flapjack... and now he's going to the top! He's looking for the Swandive Headbutt... but Nurse Vivacia pushes him off of the top turnbuckle, and Jerry Rogers didn't see it at all!

Salvaje Demonio and Dave Adams both start getting up, but Salvaje Demonio's a little quicker to his feet. He turns to the outside to confront Nurse Vivacia... but Dave Adams is up behind him! Salvaje Demonio turns around... and Dave Adams kicks him in the midsection! He hooks him and lifts him for a brain buster... he's going for the Treatment... but Salvaje Demonio slips out behind him and hooks his arms... TIGER SUPLEX!! And it gets three!

Salvaje Demonio pinned Dave Adams after a tiger suplex in 0:08:16.
Rating: * 1/4

Salvaje Demonio wins this one... and Dave Adams was just completely overmatched here in every category. Maybe if he'd spend a little less time babbling like an idiot, and a little more time perfecting his technique, he'd have a little more success. In any event, Salvaje Demonio is the winner, and he poses to a few more cheers from the crowd before turning and leaving the ring, making his way backstage. Nurse Vivacia climbs into the ring and helps Dave Adams to his feet, then leads him backstage as well.

We're moving right along to our next match... "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison starts playing now, and that brings out the Heavy Metal Express, the team of Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd. They run to the ring and climb inside, then grab microphones.

M. Jannetty: Hey, everyone, you know me... I'm Marty Jannetty.

L. Coverdale: And of course, I'm his totally excellent tag team partner, Lars Coverdale.

M. Jannetty: Party on, Lars.

L. Coverdale: Party on, Marty.

M. Jannetty: Anyway, Lars... this match we've got tonight is going to be so totally easy... I think we're looking at another super awesome victory for the Heavy Metal Express.

L. Coverdale: Yeah, that'll be a change...

Marty Jannetty frowns; it's true that the Heavy Metal Express haven't had a flawless string of victories lately in their matches...

M. Jannetty: You know... maybe you're right in that our won-loss record, unlike those two babes in the front row over there, is totally not hot. But despite the fact that we haven't completely been... WINNING matches so much as we've been losing them--

L. Coverdale: Usually in totally, excessively painful and embarrassing ways...

M. Jannetty: --I think that's just a technicality. Besides, look who we're up against tonight. Idol and Solomon? Dude... even the Middle-Aged Outlaws whipped their butts, just last week! How can we lose? I mean, these guys suck more than Tony Garcia when he's trying to get the last of the Cheez-Whiz out of the squeeze-it bottle! How can--

"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin just hit the arena sound system, and it seems as though Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon have heard enough! The crowd boos loudly as they head to the ring, accompanied by the VCW T & A Champion, Jasmina Chastity, and they're not wasting any time climbing inside and going after the Heavy Metal Express! A brawl looks ready to erupt... but Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and manages to calm everybody down enough to get the match started in an organized fashion.

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

vs.

Heavy Metal Express

Jacob Idol starts out locking up with Marty Jannetty... and like the predictable, but aggressive and vindicative bastard that he is, Jacob Idol immediately starts with an arm twist out of the lockup, and begins attacking Marty's right arm with a series of elbowsmashes. Marty Jannetty twists out of the armwringer and whips Jacob Idol into the ropes, then goes for a dropkick when Jacob Idol comes off the ropes... and misses by a good six inches. Jacob Idol gives him a disgusted glare that might as well say "You expect me to sell THAT?", then runs forward and blasts him with a jumping kneesmash to the face as he gets up. With Marty Jannetty down, Jacob Idol eagerly goes back to disassembling the right arm.

The match continues as Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon work over Marty Jannetty's right arm, though Rob Solomon seems more inclined to just beat the hell out of him than to work on a body part, unless prompted to by Jacob Idol. Eventually, Marty Jannetty makes a tag to Lars Coverdale, who comes in with a flurry of offense... but that's short-lived before Rob Solomon cuts him off. The Hammer of the Gods proceeds to isolate Lars Coverdale in their corner and unleash a merciless (but uncharacteristically boring, slow-paced, and resthold-filled) attack on him, cutting off all attempts he makes to reach his corner and tag in Marty Jannetty. At one point, he does make the tag, but Jasmina Chastity distracts Bobcat McGavin at an inopportune time, meaning that the tag goes unseen and the beating continues. Finally, Rob Solomon misses the Katana Legdrop when he goes to put Lars Coverdale away, and both men are able to make tags.

Marty Jannetty comes in and begins taking Jacob Idol apart with a renewed surge of energy. Rob Solomon tries to come to his aid, but Marty holds him off long enough for Lars Coverdale to recover and join the fray, knocking Rob Solomon out over the top rope with the Sweet Chin Music, then diving out onto him with a tope. Marty Jannetty continues to take Jacob Idol down with fast-paced offense in the ring, and finally sets him up for the Sweet Chin Music... but Jacob Idol ducks! Marty Jannetty turns around, and Jacob Idol kicks him in the midsection, then goes for a vertical suplex... but Marty flips out behind him and puts on a waistlock! Jacob Idol breaks it, and goes around into a waistlock of his own... and Marty Jannetty tries to give him a back elbow, but Jacob Idol avoids it and grabs his arm, then brings him down into an armbar submission! Marty Jannetty's caught in the armbar submission, in the middle of the ring... and on the outside, Jasmina Chastity comes from behind and gives Lars Coverdale a low blow before he can notice and make the save! Marty Jannetty's trying to hold on... but he taps out! The Hammer of the Gods wins!

The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon) defeated The Heavy Metal Express when Idol made Jannetty submit to an armbar submission in 0:10:03.
Rating: * 3/4

The Hammer of the Gods rolls out of the ring, celebrating their victory, and the crowd boos loudly as they retreat backstage with Jasmina Chastity. This match seemed a little phoned-in at points from all parties involved, with a lot of pointless time-killing in the middle... as we know from their previous match at Spontaneous Combustion, these two teams are capable of better. Lars Coverdale and Marty Jannetty begin dragging their wounded bodies backstage as well to a mild pop from the crowd, still not having had any luck in turning their fortunes around.

When the ring is clear, "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system... and that brings out Jennie, to the cheers of the crowd. Wearing a white halter top and cut-off denim shorts, she sprints to the ring and slides inside, then wiggles her hips and poses for the crowd, earning another loud burst of cheers, whistles, and catcalls, then turns to face the backstage entrance.

"Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system next, and that brings out Nurse Vivacia, dressed in a white spandex leotard and matching white boots. Unlike Jennie, she doesn't seem too eager to enter the ring, taking her time as she comes down the aisle. She may be a little outmatched here... Jennie's been trained a bit by the Technicians, while Nurse Vivacia lacks wrestling skill. Even her size advantage is a bit of an illusion... Jennie's body is sleek and athletic, while Nurse Vivacia, with her surgically enhanced breasts and full hips, seems to be built more for display than for battle. Nevertheless, she's climbing into the ring, and preparing to lock up with Jennie as Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell!

Jennie

vs.

Nurse Vivacia

This is actually just a plain, no-frills wrestling match... something of a rarity between two girls from the VCW T & A division. Jennie starts off taking Nurse Vivacia down with a few weak clotheslines and dropkicks, but Nurse Vivacia retaliates with a rake to the eyes, then begins pulling her hair haphazardly in catfight fashion, and finally takes her down with something loosely resembling a snap mare. Nurse Vivacia stomps at Jennie a few times and bangs her head against the mat with a grip on her hair, then kicks her in the knee a couple times and grabs her leg. She makes an attempt to apply a figure-four leglock so awkward that David Flair would laugh at it, but Jennie kicks her off. Nurse Vivacia gets up, and Jennie takes her down with a DDT, then sets her up in the corner and executes the Bronco Buster. After that, she pulls Nurse Vivacia out of the corner and brings her down with the Carpet Muncher, then covers her for the three-count.

Jennie pinned Nurse Vivacia with the Carpet Muncher in 0:02:13.
Rating: -*** 1/2

Jennie just won this match in convincing fashion... but someone's running out of the backstage area... it's Jasmina Chastity, the VCW T & A Champion! She slides into the ring and tries to punch Jennie... but Jennie blocks it! Jennie begins retaliating with right hands on Jasmina Chastity... but someone else is coming out of the backstage area! It's Jessica Judd, and she's wearing another wig... and carrying a guitar! Jessica Judd comes up from behind Jennie as she brawls with Jasmina Chastity, and swings the guitar... but Jennie ducks! Jessica Judd takes out Jasmina Chastity with the guitar, and Jennie turns around and backs her up into the ropes! Jennie and Jessica Judd start trading blows in the middle of the ring, and now Jennie just tackled her to the mat! They're rolling around on the mat, punching and clawing at each other... and now Jasmina Chastity and Nurse Vivacia seem to have recovered, and they're going at it as well!

Finally, Jessica Judd throws Jennie off and rolls out of the ring, as Jasmina Chastity gets the better of Nurse Vivacia and tosses her to the outside as well. Jasmina gets up and turns around to Jennie... and gets kicked in the midsection! Jennie grabs her hair... Carpet Muncher!! Jennie just took out the VCW T & A Champion with the Carpet Muncher, in the middle of the ring!

As the chaos clears out from around the ring, we understand that there's a camera backstage with David Wright Hubbard and Melissa DelArmeggio, one-half of tonight's main event. Let's go to that footage now.

Backstage...

Melissa DelArmeggio and David Wright Hubbard are sitting in a relatively spartan and plain locker room. David Wright Hubbard's stretching, with a large icepack on his knee, while Melissa seems lost in thought. She looks over at him as he adjusts his icepack.

M. DelArmeggio: I guess if you hadn't had to fight Lance Errington last week, your knee wouldn't be in such bad shape. I feel a little responsible, since it happened based on that incident in my locker room--

D.W. Hubbard: Don't worry about it. It ain't no big thing for me to whip a man's ass. There's nobody telling me I have to wrestle Tony Garcia tonight... but I'm going to anyway. I ain't worried about my knee.

M. DelArmeggio: It makes me wonder... why do you keep going like this? I mean... you can barely walk. The crowd's not exactly solidly behind you... and you've got at least half a dozen people who want to give you a career-ending injury. The only reason I ask is that... sometimes I don't know why I keep going, either.

D.W. Hubbard: I'll tell you why. Lance Errington was telling you that fighting takes out aggression and makes a man feel powerful... but that ain't the real reason. Not all of it, anyway. It's because I won't give them the satisfaction of letting them know they made me give in, or made me hide from them. Troy Black, Tony Garcia... hell, even all those people who boo me out there... maybe they will end up being right, and they'll take the title from me... but when they do, they're gonna know that they had to fight like hell to get it, and they'll have to respect that. It's the same thing with you... you want to whip Amy's ass, right?

M. DelArmeggio: Actually, I just... well... yeah, I guess I do.

D.W. Hubbard: It's the same reason, ain't it? You're gonna let her know that she's not just gonna walk in here and screw you over. So help you God, she's gonna know she made a mistake crossing you... you want to make her wish she'd just stayed back in SMCW. Am I right?

M. DelArmeggio: Sort of... but there's more to it than that. I just... ... well, I don't really want to talk about it.

D.W. Hubbard: Mark my words, if you stay on this, she's gonna be sorry she ever set foot in VCW. A couple years ago, me and you gave each other a beating neither one of us are ever gonna forget... and I know you can do the same thing to Amy if you stay on it.

M. DelArmeggio: Thanks... but there are just some things that can't be fixed like that.

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah... I know. There's some things that just can't be fixed at all... doctors say that after all this repetitive crap, my damn knee probably never will work normal without hurting again... so I guess I know what you mean. But the only thing a man... or a woman, too... can do is just fight the pain and keep going, or you just give up and end up like Lance Errington. The old battle-axe back home has two bad knees, and she's still tougher than a pair of off-road tires... I figure maybe I can get by on one. I'm damn sure gonna try, at any rate. Maybe you've got pain that'll never go away too... but I know from personal experience of trying to make you stay down... you're just too damn tough to stay down for it.

Melissa DelArmeggio manages a weak smile.

M. DelArmeggio: I hope you're right. But I think maybe you are. We'll see what happens tonight.

The camera fades out on the scene backstage.

Melissa DelArmeggio and David Wright Hubbard seem to be mentally ready to tear into Amy Lin and Tony Garcia tonight... but are they physically ready? David Wright Hubbard has an injured knee, and Melissa is just coming off a back injury... will they be able to compete evenly with Tony Garcia and Amy Lin, in their physical state? And even if they can, what toll will it take on their bodies?

Back in the ring, Julian Page is already in the ring, having made his entrance during the backstage segment... and he has a microphone. Last week, he called out Crimson and ended up laid out on the mat... what's he planning this time?

J. Page: I suppose you all know by now that the other two members of the Hammer of the Gods, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, have put their careers on the line this Sunday against the Middle-Aged Outlaws' tag team winning streak. And now people are saying this could be the end of the Hammer of the Gods, as if Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon actually have a chance of losing to those two pathetic old men. We are the elite force in VCW... we're the best wrestlers this company has to offer... and we can beat a pair of washed-up senior citizens any time we want. And I'll prove it tonight by calling out Hunk Higgins and beating him right here, tonight!

The crowd's relatively lukewarm to this challenge... they hate Julian Page, but they couldn't care less about Hunk Higgins. "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins playing over the arena sound system, and Hunk Higgins comes out of the backstage entrance, along with his worthless manager, "The Pest of the West" Jesse Smark. He stops at the top of the ramp and grabs a microphone... this'll be good.

H. Higgins: Well, ya know somethin', Mister Page... normally, I'd have the big man Ruby Richard Cage here to watch my back, Jack, but he's being detained at the police station tonight. He was just standing there hanging and banging in the girls' bathroom at a junior high school, minding his own business, and they arrested him for no reason, brother. But tonight, brother, I'm here to tell you that the Hammer of the Gods is gonna get a long overdue retirement at the Big Fight, dude. You washed-up, over-the-hill has-beens have been holding down young athletes like me and Ruby Richard Cage for too long, brother, and at the Big Fight, things are gonna change. And it all starts tonight when I drag you down out of the rafters and beat you like the coward you are, brother. So what'cha gonna do when Hunk Higgins, the forty-two inch ANACONDAS, and all the little Hunkamaniacs RUN WILD ON YOU!?!?

Hunk Higgins comes to the ring and climbs inside to face Julian Page, as Linda Peterson enters the ring... and this match is on!

"The Immortal" Hunk Higgins
w/Jesse Smark

vs.

Julian Page

This match is mostly pretty one-sided... Julian Page quickly outwrestles Hunk Higgins and begins taking him apart, assaulting him on the inside, then throwing him out of the ring... and Hunk Higgins seems to have blown out his knee on the landing on the outside. Julian Page goes out after him, and though Hunk Higgins makes a brief comeback, raking Julian Page's back and whipping him with his weight belt as he yells "AAACHA!" over and over again, Julian Page shrugs it off and regains the advantage with a kneebreaker, then takes the match back into the ring. Julian Page works over the knee briefly and goes for a figure-four... but Hunk Higgins sits up in it and starts shaking his head! He's Hunking Up! He turns the figure-four over, and makes a comeback, pummelling Julian Page with three big right hands, then whipping him into the ropes and nailing him with a big boot. He comes off the ropes... BIG LEG DROP!! But that just hurt his injured leg! Hunk Higgins, like an idiot, dropped his already-injured leg on Julian Page, and now he's rolling around on the mat in pain! Julian Page gets up, barely selling the effects of the Big Leg Drop (and who can blame him?), and picks Hunk Higgins up... DDT!! Hunk Higgins just got planted, and Julian Page puts on a half Boston, causing Hunk Higgins to submit almost immediately.

Julian Page made Hunk Higgins submit to a half Boston in 0:04:07.
Rating: DUD

Julian Page continues to hold the half Boston on for a while after the match, only releasing it when Linda Peterson threatens to disqualify him if he doesn't let it go. Hunk Higgins is a curled up, defeated mass on the mat, clutching at his knee... and this certainly doesn't bode well for the Middle-Aged Outlaws' match this Sunday against the Hammer of the Gods. Either the magic that has allowed the Middle-Aged Outlaws to defy all common sense and become a successful tag team doesn't extend to singles matches, or else their luck has finally run out...

As trainers come out to check on Hunk Higgins, let's go backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf is ready to talk to Jennie and Tim Bell, moments before Tim Bell defends his VCW Television Title against Brujah. Let's go to that interview now!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Tim Bell and Jennie. Tim Bell is dressed to wrestle, prepared to defend the VCW Television Title against Brujah, whereas Jennie is still wearing the halter top and denim shorts from her earlier match.

Z. Adderloaf: Tim Bell... in a few minutes, you go face-to-face with Brujah, a member of the Black Plague. Are you worried at all about interference from his teammates?

T. Bell: Ziggy, I've got some teammates of my own watching my back, and if the Black Plague tries to interfere in this match, I promise you that they're getting more than they bargained for. As for Brujah himself... you remember who ran him out of SMCW, right? It was King Rasta. Well... maybe you also remember who I beat for this title in the first place... it was also King Rasta. So maybe you'll understand that I'm not that worried about this match tonight.

Z. Adderloaf: I see what you're saying. And before you leave... Jennie, what's your reaction to the brawl that broke out in the ring after your match with Nurse Vivacia earlier tonight?

Jennie: Well, Ziggy... I think that if they want a fight with me, they can have one. I'm extending an open offer to all three of them... Jessica, Jasmina, and Vivacia... for a four-way Catfight at this Sunday's pay-per-view, the Big Fight. Last person in the ring still wearing clothes wins the match.

Z. Adderloaf: Sounds like a match that I know I'll be looking forward to, anyway... thanks for your comments, and good luck against Brujah tonight!

The camera fades out on the backstage scene as Tim Bell and Jennie walk away, preparing to head to the ring.

"New World Order" by Ministry begins playing over the sound system, and here comes the challenger, Brujah, accompanied by Rebecca Black, to a loud round of boos from the crowd. He enters the ring and poses on one of the top turnbuckles for the crowd, then tosses his leather jacket aside and grabs a microphone, as the crowd continues to boo and jeer.

Brujah: Tonight... I get what's been owed to me for a long time. The shroud of the jealous, bitter man who once stood over me is gone, but even today, he mocks me from afar, claiming that I don't have what it takes to succeed in VCW... but I know the truth, and the truth is that he's afraid, because he knows that I do. Tonight Tim Bell is the last obstacle in my proving grounds, and tonight I'll remove all doubt of just what I'm capable of... even if it means claiming the VCW Television Title over his dead body.

Make no mistake about it... Brujah is a talented performer with a lot of potential... but he may be just a little bit outclassed in this match. Tim Bell has the advantage in size, quickness, experience, and technical skill, and just on paper it's hard to picture Brujah taking this one. "Through The Never" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers the arrival of the VCW Television Champion, Tim Bell, accompanied by Jennie. He's not going to waste any time talking tonight... he's getting in the ring and immediately preparing to lock up with Brujah, as Brendan Powers enters the ring to officiate!

For the VCW Television Title:

Brujah
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Tim Bell (c)
w/Jennie

As the match opens, Tim Bell's superior technical skill and agility quickly becomes apparent, as he takes Brujah down with armdrags, waistlocks, and dropkicks repeatedly, asserting his dominance over him quickly. But Brujah refuses to stay down, getting up each time and going back on the the attack relentlessly. Tim Bell, seemingly getting annoyed with Brujah's persistence, takes him down with a dragon screw into a half Boston, only to find himself surprised at Brujah's strength and determination as he quickly pulls himself to the ropes. Tim Bell seems to get a little bit angry at this as well, and immediately begins launching an assault on Brujah's right leg, driving repeated elbows into the knee.

Tim Bell continues his assault, bringing Brujah down with a few suplexes, then continuing to work over his knee with technical precision. But Brujah still keeps trying to pull himself up, even using the ropes to get back to his feet... but when he does, Tim Bell knocks him over the top with a superkick, then dives out onto him with a plancha when he gets up. On the outside of the ring, Tim Bell whips Brujah into the guardrail, then tears off his shirt (elicting a small round of screams from a few females in the audience) and drills him with a stiff chop to the chest. But after he gives him a second chest-chop, Brujah seems to summon up a reserve of inner fury, and begins retaliating with stiff chops and punches of his own, actually driving Tim Bell back.

Tim Bell rolls back into the ring, but Brujah follows him and continues blasting him with intense chops and punches, then whips him into the ropes and takes him down with a stiff Yakuza kick to the face. But he may have twisted his damaged knee a little bit on that move, and Tim Bell's quick to pick up on that as he gets up. Brujah shuts out the pain and whips Tim Bell into the ropes, but Tim Bell ducks under a lariat from Brujah, then comes off the other side and dropkicks him in the knee, bringing him down. Once again, Tim Bell goes back to focusing on Brujah's right knee, hoping to derail his persistence by taking out his leg. He puts on a kneebar, but once again, Brujah's able to make it to the ropes, and Tim Bell must release the hold.

After a few more minutes of vicious suplexes and attacks to the knee, Tim Bell applies a figure-four leglock... and this could be exactly what he needs to win the match. But despite the pain surging through his knee, Brujah's still gritting his teeth and trying to break the hold! He's like a vicious, rabid animal... he doesn't seem to know the meaning of quitting or surrender! Despite Tim Bell's attempts to keep him from turning the hold, Brujah somehow finds the strength to slowly turn the figure-four leglock over, and Tim Bell has to release it! Tim Bell gets up and goes over to lift Brujah for a suplex... but Brujah blocks it, and reverses into a stiff snap suplex of his own!

Brujah gains the advantage, and lunges at Tim Bell with a vengance, attacking his back viciously, no doubt with the intent of setting up the Power Bomb. Despite a heavy limp from Tim Bell's attacks on his knee, Brujah launches into a furious all-out assault on Tim Bell, showing off a few stiff (if basic) suplexes of his own to further weaken Tim Bell's back. After a few minutes of intense violence directed at Tim Bell, Brujah lashes out with a kick to the midsection, then puts on a standing headscissors... he's looking for the Power Bomb! But Tim Bell counters it with a Frankensteiner! Both men stay down for a while, but Brujah's getting up, still limping on his right leg... and Tim Bell's up as well!

Tim Bell ducks a wild swing from Brujah, then backs him into the ropes with a series of punches and whips him to the other side, nearly decapitating him with a spinning leg lariat as he comes off. Brujah's down, but Tim Bell's measuring him as he gets up, and he nails him with a swinging neckbreaker! Showing a little intense offense of his own, Tim Bell takes Brujah down with a huge release German suplex, then goes up to the top turnbuckle... and comes off with a flying kneedrop!! He goes for the cover... and only gets two and a half! He pulls Brujah up and plants him in the mat with a piledriver... but the cover after that only gets two and three-quarters. Brujah's staying in this match... but now Tim Bell's going up to the top turnbuckle! He comes off with a flying axhandle as Brujah gets up... but Brujah sidesteps and grabs his throat! Is he going to... CHOKESLAM!! Brujah just planted Tim Bell with a chokeslam that came out of nowhere, and he goes for the cover... but Tim Bell gets a foot on the ropes just before three!

Once again, Brujah pulls Tim Bell into a standing headscissors, looking for the Power Bomb... but Tim Bell backdrops out of it! He may have strained his back further doing that, but he escaped the Power Bomb. Undaunted, Brujah gets up and charges in, still limping, with a lariat, but Tim Bell ducks and wraps around behind him... BACKDROP DRIVER!! That had to do it! Tim Bell goes for the cover... and unbelievably, Brujah gets a shoulder up just before three! Tim Bell almost had him, and Brujah's still groggy... and Tim Bell's putting him up on the top turnbuckle! He's going to finish this one off... but Rebecca Black's up on the apron... and Tim Bell turns and knocks her off with a savate kick! Now Tim Bell climbs up with Brujah... TOP-ROPE FRANKENSTEINER... but wait, Brujah somehow holds him up... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB!! Brujah just killed Tim Bell with a top-rope power bomb, and now he's crawling across him and hooking a leg... and he gets three! We've got a new VCW Television Champion!

Brujah pinned Tim Bell after a top-rope power bomb in 0:13:11.
Rating: ** 1/2
(Brujah won the VCW Television Title.)

Brujah just won the VCW Television Title! The crowd's in shock for a few moments, then begins showering him with boos as Rebecca Black snatches the title up from the timekeeper's table and hands it to Brujah, who raises it over his head triumphantly. This has to be considered a huge upset, but the fact is that Brujah just picked up a victory over Tim Bell, and brought the VCW Television Title to the Black Plague! Will the VCW Intercontinental Title and VCW World Title follow suit this Sunday? Brujah poses on the top turnbuckle with the VCW Television Title to a loud round of boos from the crowd, as Jennie enters the ring to check on Tim Bell. Fortunately for Jennie's sake, Brujah rolls out of the ring and begins walking backstage with Rebecca Black without seeking to cause further injury to her or Tim Bell.

Right now, we understand that Ziggy Adderloaf's backstage with the two other members of the Technicians, the Ontario Colour Show, who have to have strong opinions about what just happened. They'll defend the VCW World Tag Team Titles against the Manhunters in our next match, but first, let's hear some comments from them backstage.

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is now standing backstage with the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon. Neither of them looks especially happy with what they just saw.

Z. Adderloaf: I'm here with Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, the Ontario Colour Show, and I--

O. Addison: Yeah... you saw the exact same thing we did. What you just saw was a once-in-a-lifetime occurance. You just saw one of the greatest wrestlers this sport has ever seen, defeated by an undeserving punk from a second-rate wrestling company. What just happened is completely unbelievable... and totally unacceptable. And tonight, lightning won't strike twice. We're going to make sure that we make an example out of the Manhunters tonight... we're going to make sure that the superior wrestlers win this match.

P. Canyon: It seems like ever since Wrestlewar, people have been going out of their way to try to stop the Technicians from showing everyone just how good we are. As far as Brujah beating Tim Bell, I see it as a temporary problem... the first time Tim Bell gets a rematch is the last time Brujah wears the VCW Television Title. And tonight's match against the Manhunters... it's the classic battle of skill and quickness against power. And we're going to make sure it stands out as a classic example of why the Ontario Colour Show is the best tag team in VCW.

Z. Adderloaf: Thanks, guys... now let's get to the ring, where the Manhunters are about to make their entrance!

The camera fades out on the backstage scene as the Ontario Colour Show walks away.

Tim Bell and Jennie have cleared out of the ring area by now, fortunately, and now we're ready for the match. "Devil's Dance" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as the Manhunters come out of the backstage area, accompanied by Stormy Weathers. They're the challengers tonight, facing the Ontario Colour Show for the VCW World Tag Team Titles... and they may have a good shot at winning. Under Stormy Weathers, they've shown a new surge of aggressiveness and motivation, not even backing down from the Wrecking Crew in recent weeks. They enter the ring, and fortunately all microphones are kept out of Stormy's reach this time.

"Until It Sleeps" by Metallica begins playing next, and that brings out the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, to a burst of loud cheers from the crowd. They're accompanied by Jennie as she once again makes her way out of the backstage entrance, and they begin walking to the ring unhesitatingly. They're in for a challenge tonight against two tough, powerful veterans, but they're not looking intimidated in the least... they seem to be up to the task at hand. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring to officiate, and this match is starting now!

For the VCW World Tag Team Titles:

Ontario Colour Show (c)
w/Jennie

vs.

Manhunters
w/Stormy Weathers

The Ontario Colour Show starts off in control, catching the Manhunters off-guard with a quick, precise assault, taking them down repeatedly with dropkicks and quick wrestling takedowns. Despite several tags made between the Manhunters and meaningless advice from Stormy Weathers on the outside, the Ontario Colour Show refuses to surrender the upper hand. Even when they get caught with a clothesline or forearm smash and the Manhunters try to take control, the Ontario Colour Showmakes sure the Manhunters' advantage is short-lived with a quick counter-move or takedown before they can get their offense seriously going. Sensing that his team is in trouble, Stormy Weathers takes the opportunity to reach in and trip Owen Addison when the referee isn't paying attention. Owen gets to his feet... just in time for Manhunter #1 to run him over with a clothesline.

The Manhunters take control of the match in earnest now, isolating Owen Addison in their corner and assaulting him for a few minutes. But when Manhunter #1 whips him to the corner then charges in with an avalanche, he runs face-first into one of Owen Addison's feet. As he staggers away, Owen Addison mounts the top turnbuckle... Manhunter #1 turns around... and Owen Addison comes off the top with a flying clothesline, taking him down! Owen Addison makes the tag... and in comes Paul Canyon! Paul Canyon enters the ring and begins handing out dropkicks and quick takedowns for both Manhunters as they enter the ring, finally clearing Manhunter #2 out with a dropkick that sends him out through the ropes. He puts Manhunter #1 down with a swinging neckbreaker, then pulls him up... piledriver!! He just planted him in the middle of the ring, and now he's going up... and he comes off with the Magic Carpet Ride... but Manhunter #1 gets his knees up!! Paul Canyon just landed on those raised knees, and he's clutching his abdomen in pain!

The Manhunters immediately take control and isolate Paul Canyon, targeting his ribs and midsection with knees, shoulder tackles, and kicks in the corner, along with the occasional gutbuster, bearhug, and abdominal stretch, wearing him down slowly and methodically. He tries to come back a few times, but each time the Manhunters are able to cut him off and keep him down. Finally, after a double gutbuster, they each go up to the top turnbuckle... they're going to try to sink a Double Diving Headbutt right into his weakened midsection! They come off the top... and Paul Canyon moves! The Manhunters both just wiped out on the mat... and Paul Canyon crawls to his corner and makes the tag! Owen Addison's in!

Owen Addison comes in and quickly takes Manhunter #2 down with a DDT and throws him out of the ring, then turns his attention to Manhunter #1, focusing in directly on his neck, which Paul Canyon had assaulted briefly earlier, with elbowsmashes and neckbreakers. He even manages a few belly-to-back suplexes on his much larger opponent. Manhunter #2 begins to stir on the outside of the ring... but Paul Canyon goes up to the top turnbuckle, then dives out onto him with a flying cross bodypress! On the inside, Owen Addison goes for a spinning leg lariat on Manhunter #1... but Manhunter #1 drops down, and Owen bumps Bobcat McGavin! Bobcat McGavin's down, and both Manhunter #1 and Owen Addison are getting up... and Stormy Weathers throws the ugly stick into the ring! Manhunter #1 grabs the ugly stick as he gets up... and he blasts Owen Addison right in the face with it! He just laid Owen out... and Paul Canyon jumps up on the apron... but Manhunter #1 nails him with the ugly stick as well! Paul Canyon crashes back down to the floor, and Manhunter #1 continues laying in shots on Owen Addison...

But here comes the Wrecking Crew! Blade and John Uldwall come charging out of the backstage area towards the ring! Blade turns and tackles Stormy Weathers to the ground as John Uldwall enters the ring. Manhunter #1 turns around... and John Uldwall charges and knocks him off his feet with a leaping shoulderblock! Manhunter #1 drops the ugly stick, and John Uldwall grabs it... and he nails Manhunter #1 with it, then tosses it carelessly into the crowd, where two fans catch it and begin fighting over it. With Manhunter #1 and Stormy Weathers laid out, the Wrecking Crew turns and begins heading backstage... and Bobcat McGavin's starting to stir, but both Manhunter #1 and Owen Addison are laid out! They slowly begin getting up... and Manhunter #1 throws a punch, but Owen Addison blocks it and knees him in the gut, then begins to lift him... can he... TOMBSTONE!! Owen Addison just dropped Manhunter #1 with the Tombstone, and he's going for the pin... but Manhunter #2 slides in... but Paul Canyon pulls him out by the foot before he can interfere! Bobcat McGavin counts to three, and the Ontario Colour Show wins!

The Ontario Colour Show defeated The Manhunters when O. Addison pinned Manhunter #1 with the Tombstone in 0:13:14.
Rating: * 1/4
(The Ontario Colour Show retained the VCW World Tag Team Titles.)

The Ontario Colour Show retains, but they owe the Wrecking Crew for this one... the illegal use of Stormy Weathers's ugly stick almost brought the VCW World Tag Team Titles to the Manhunters. They roll out of the ring and join Jennie on the outside, reclaiming the VCW World Tag Team Title belts, and raise them over their head as they return to the backstage area. Stormy Weathers seems furious with the outcome as the Manhunters recover from this latest defeat... he just got a little taste of his own medicine from the Wrecking Crew, after the Manhunters cost them a chance at the VCW World Tag Team Titles, and he doesn't like it one bit! The crowd boos loudly as the Manhunters retreat backstage.

It's time for our next match now... and "Shame" by Rollins Band begins playing over the arena sound system, bringing forth Falcon, accompanied by Lady Erica Whitmore, to the cheers of the crowd. He'll be facing Troy Black this Sunday at the Big Fight... but tonight, he has a match one-on-one against Desmond, no doubt a ploy by Troy Black to further soften up his injured back. He's still favoring it a little bit as he climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone.

Falcon: You know... I can understand that Troy Black might want to send somebody to soften me up before the Big Fight. I mean... by accepting the Street Fight, he's basically wagering his physical well-being... hell, he's wagering his LIFE that he'll be able to take me this Sunday. And that's fine, because I'm the one who upped the ante, I'm the one who made the challenge, and I'm ready for a high stakes confrontation this Sunday. Troy, on the other hand... tonight, he's sending Desmond to soften me up a little. And that raises one question in my mind. I'm not asking myself "How am I going to get by Desmond and make it to the Big Fight?" or "What sort of underhanded trick does the Black Plague have up their sleeves this time?" ... no, I've got one really simple question, and that's "You're sending DESMOND after me? What are you, stupid?"

I mean... on one hand, I don't like to toot my own horn... but on the other, here comes some tooting. I'm a former VCW World Champion, probably one of the top ten athletes in this business today... and they're sending Desmond, the Vincent of the Black Plague, after me? They couldn't even spare Amy, or Tony or Brujah... or at least that ass-kissing dirtbag Lorenzo Vasquez? I mean... I'd be more worried about fighting Rebecca than about fighting Desmond. We're talking about a guy who disgraced himself by getting ran out of SMCW by a guy who carries around a teddy bear. We're talking about a guy who's the lesser half of the most worthless tag team in wrestling since Moy Lazzario and Mongo broke up. Troy Black has the nerve to say Ken Collins isn't in his league, and then he turns around and sends Desmond after me?

Bottom line, Troy... it isn't gonna work. I've got my sights set on you and the Street Fight this Sunday. Anything you throw in my path, and anyone you throw in my path... it doesn't matter anymore. All this Black Plague crap... it's gonna get cut really short. Some people want to tell you that the sky is falling, and they just shake their heads and ask "How can we possibly stop the Black Plague? What are we gonna do about Troy Black?" ... I'll tell you what we're going to do about Troy Black, we're going to put him and me in a Street Fight this Sunday, and I'm gonna drop him on his head until his pencil-thin neck breaks again!

The crowd cheers... but "New World Order" by Ministry kicks on, and the crowd begins booing again. Here comes Desmond, along with Rebecca Black... and he doesn't seem too pleased with Falcon's comments as he makes his way to the ring! He climbs inside and grabs a microphone, turning to face Falcon as Rebecca Black directs a leering glare of sadistic intent at Lady Erica Whitmore.

Desmond: Falcon... I heard what you were out here saying, and first of all, I give you all the credit in the world... you are a former VCW World Champion, and even though your title reign wasn't nearly as impressive as Troy Black's reign, it's still an honor for me to be in the same ring with you. But what you said about me... you know that not everybody has had the advantages that you've had in your career. I know you have plenty of friends backstage, getting you opportunities and--

Falcon: The hell I do. I'll tell you once... come out here and make your little speech, but don't go stirring that shit up unless you want things to get a lot uglier than you're ready for.

Desmond blanches and stares at Falcon for a second before turning to Rebecca Black, but then she whispers something to him, and he turns back to continue.

Desmond: The bottom line is that I haven't had a chance to prove myself... and that stuff you said about me... I don't think it's fair. I'm a reasonable man... you can ask anybody, and they'll all tell you that I'm a reasonable man... and I think you should apologize.

Falcon: Well... maybe you've got a point, and maybe I should... but I kind of doubt that'll happen.

Desmond: What? Look, I'm being reasonable here. I'm a reasonable man. You had some unkind things to say about me earlier, and I'm just looking for an apology.

Falcon: Listen, you big mask-wearing musclehead, I'll go ahead and explain this for you. You're a member of the Black Plague, a gang made up of the cast from a Black family reunion with a few SMCW rejects thrown in for the hell of it, a gang that so far has dedicated itself to messing with people's lives and trying to give me a permanent back injury. Just to sum it up... you're not getting an apology, and unless you waddle your goofy-looking self out of the ring and go enter a Phantom of the Opera look-alike contest, you're getting your ass kicked. You're not getting an apology... in fact, I think you suck. Do I make myself clear?

Desmond: Well... it... it... pains me that you feel that way, but...

The crowd begins a loud "DESMOND SUCKS!" chant for Desmond, interrupting him.

Desmond: People, please! I'm out here to entertain you... please, give me a little respect, okay?

The crowd keeps chanting, and Desmond appears to be trying hard to fight back some internal anger... then seems to lose it, and rushes Falcon in a snarling rage! But Falcon ducks a right hand, and begins hammering away at Desmond! Rebecca Black and Lady Erica Whitmore leave the ring, and Jerry Rogers climbs inside to officiate this match, which begins now!

Falcon
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

vs.

Desmond
w/Rebecca Black

Falcon avoids Desmond's flurry of enraged offense and counters it easily, taking him down with drop-toe holds and armdrags, and getting in a few shots of his own on Desmond. But after a minute or so, Desmond uses his superior size to reverse an Irish whip from Falcon, then absorbs a clothesline from Falcon as he comes off and dares him to do it again. Falcon rushes in again... and Desmond tackles him to the mat!! Desmond starts pummelling Falcon in a rage, then nails him with several repeated backbreakers, trying to snap him in half, then drops Falcon to the mat and begins choking him! Jerry Rogers approaches Desmond, trying to calm him down, but Desmond begins screaming incoherently at him, causing him to quickly back off.

Desmond continues to control Falcon, but seems to be calming down. He slows down and begins targeting Falcon with chops and forearm smashes rather than closed fists, and even breaks cleanly after driving him into the corner. He nails Falcon with a few slams and elbowdrops, then gives him a series of forearms shots to the back. He lifts him for a torture rack, no doubt in homage to Tony Garcia... but he doesn't seem to know quite how to cinch the hold on well, and Falcon slips out behind him! Desmond turns around, and Falcon nails him with a kick to the midsection, then gives him a neckbreaker, taking him down! Both men are down for a little while, but Falcon's up first, and he avoids a swung forearm, then retaliates with a series of right hands before whipping Desmond into the ropes and nailing him with a picture-perfect dropkick.

Falcon takes control against Desmond, starting to wear him down in preparation for the kill. Rebecca Black pulls the rope aside when he goes for the Falconsault, however, and Falcon ends up on the outside of the ring. Desmond follows him out and prepares to continue his assault... but Falcon quickly regains control, taking him back into the ring, then continues to set up the victory with a series of quick moves. He nails Desmond with the Superkick, then goes for the cover... but Rebecca Black reaches in and grabs his ankle, pulling him off at two! Jerry Rogers didn't even see it! Falcon gets up and stops briefly to threaten her... then turns around, right into a clothesline from Desmond!

Desmond picks him up, hits a kick to the midsection, and goes for the Outcast... but Falcon shoves him forward... right into Jerry Rogers, who goes down! Desmond staggers away... right into a kick to the midsection from Falcon! Falcon hooks him in a front chancery... and lifts him for the Falcon Arrow! But Rebecca Black slides into the ring and clips his leg, causing him to fall backwards under Desmond! Lady Erica Whitmore slides into the ring and grabs Rebecca Black by the hair, pulling her away... but Rebecca Black lunges forward with a headbutt to the chest, driving Erica back, then hauls her outside of the ring and begins beating her senseless with her fists! And Desmond picks Falcon up... OUTCAST!! He just gave Falcon the Outcast, and Jerry Rogers is starting to stir! No, don't let it-- HOLY SHIT, THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT!!! The arena is completely dark... what the hell's going on here!? A few thumping sounds ring out, then the crash of someone being driven to the mat, and a few members of the crowd begin setting their camera flashes off, revealing a figure ascending to the top rope... and he flies off to execute some sort of move on a prone opponent!

After that, for several seconds there's nothing... until the lights come back on, revealing that Desmond is laying motionless on the mat, and both Falcon and Jerry Rogers are starting to get up! On the outside of the ring, Rebecca Black has forgotten about Lady Erica Whitmore completely, staring into the ring in shock... Falcon looks down at Desmond, then shrugs and covers him, as Jerry Rogers stares around, befuddled, then makes the count... and Falcon gets three! Falcon just beat Desmond! The Black Plague just lost a match!!

Falcon defeated Desmond via pinfall in 0:08:04.
Rating: DUD

Falcon scored the first big victory anyone has earned over the Black Plague, but the question remains... what the hell was that that just happened? The lights went out, and apparently someone attacked Desmond in the darkness! Falcon rolls out of the ring and helps Lady Erica Whitmore to her feet, then begins making his way backstage with her... and Rebecca Black's in the ring to check on Desmond, who's just now starting to come around, holding his head in pain. As he gets up, a mocking laughter is heard over the arena sound system... and now what the hell is this!?

Voice: Beware the shadows... they move when you're not looking.

Rebecca Black and Desmond both stare around the arena, looking for someone with a microphone... but there's nobody there. Desmond gets up and begins heading backstage with Rebecca, looking severely disturbed over what just happened. This is the first real loss that the Black Plague has endured since its formation, and it's all because of that person who interfered in this match!

"Highway To Hell" by AC/DC begins playing next, drawing a chorus of boos from the crowd, and that brings forth Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers, along with "Macho Man" Randy Savage. These three men, in addition to Crimson, have all been having issues with Stiff Competition, which usually end in violence. Tonight, they'll be facing Stiff Competition, along with Devaccio Pola, in a six-man tag team match. They enter the ring and begin preparing for a fight as they await the entrance of their opponents.

The crowd begins cheering as "War Machine" by KISS starts playing, and Stiff Competition, the team of Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders, steps out of the backstage area, along with Devaccio Pola. Devaccio Pola simply stares down the aisle into the ring for a few seconds... then begins charging the ring, running ahead of Stiff Competition, and slides inside... where he's promptly attacked three-on-one. But he doesn't seem to care... he's fighting all three men with no regard for himself! And now Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders climb into the ring to help him... and Linda Peterson climbs inside to officiate! This match is on!

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson) & "Macho Man" Randy Savage

vs.

Stiff Competition & Devaccio Pola

The match starts out as a giant six-man brawl... none of these men have any patience for the formalities and rules of a wrestling match. But after a minute or two, Linda Peterson finally manages to restore order, and the men in the ring are narrowed down to two at a time. Hell's Bikers and Randy Savage dominate early on, taking control of Bass Rogers and clobbering him with everything they've got, but Bass Rogers soon grows tired of this treatment and bellows loudly, then fires back with massive blows of his own, taking down anyone who steps near him. He whips Jack Norman into his corner and makes the tag, and Dean Sanders takes over, schooling Jack Norman with his technical skills and blasting him with hard-hitting blows while he's down. Devaccio Pola also gets a turn, and begins taking out Jack Norman's legs with a series of swift kicks... but Jack Norman reverses a whip to the corner, then turns Devaccio Pola inside out when he staggers out.

Once again, Hell's Bikers and Randy Savage become dominant, taking Devaccio Pola apart with their brawling and power offense... but Butch Manson misses an ill-advised moonsault, and Devaccio Pola once again tags in Bass Rogers. Bass Rogers runs over Butch Manson with a few big clotheslines, then mauls him and tosses him around for a while before tagging in Dean Sanders. Dean Sanders continues where his partner left off, nailing Butch Manson with a variety of hard blows and even harder suplexes. But when he goes for an Asai moonsault, Butch Manson catches him, then brings him down with a thunderous powerslam and tags in Randy Savage.

Hell's Bikers and Randy Savage begin working over Dean Sanders now, keeping him isolated from his corner as they wear him down and slowly dismantle him with power moves and right hands. The match slows down as they begin using bearhugs and chinlocks, but each time Dean Sanders manages to fight his way out of a resthold, his opponents are able to quickly cut off an attempted comeback or tag, and keep him isolated. After several minutes of abuse, Randy Savage plants him with a piledriver, then goes up to the top for the Flying Elbowdrop... but Dean Sanders rolls out of the way, and Savage misses! Both men crawl to their corners... and Randy Savage tags in Jack Norman, but Dean Sanders tags in Bass Rogers!

Bass Rogers storms into the ring and starts beating the hell out of everybody, as all three opponents get taken down repeatedly. Dean Sanders and Devaccio Pola join the fray, brawling with Randy Savage and Butch Manson, as Bass Rogers begins working over Jack Norman. After abusing him with some brutal right hands, lariats, and suplexes, Bass Rogers whips Jack Norman into the corner, and charges in with an avalanche... but Jack Norman raises a foot and boots him in the face! Bass Rogers staggers back, but shakes off the effects and rushes forward again... but Jack Norman catches him by the throat! CHOKESLAM!! He goes for the cover... and Bass Rogers gets a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths! Jack Norman pulls him up again... CHOKESLAM!! He hits a second Chokeslam, and goes for the cover... and Devaccio Pola and Dean Sanders are too busy with the other opponents to make the save! Jack Norman gets the three-count!

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman and Butch Manson) and Randy Savage defeated Stiff Competition and Devaccio Pola when J. Norman pinned B. Rogers with the Chokeslam in 0:13:59.
Rating: *

Jack Norman rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage with Butch Manson and Randy Savage. They're walking away from this one with the victory... but inside the ring, Bass Rogers is getting up! He just took two Chokeslams, and now he's getting to his feet! He's bellowing down the aisle at Hell's Bikers and Randy Savage, daring them to get back into the ring for some more! Randy Savage prepares to charge back into the ring, but Jack Norman and Butch Manson hold him back, trying to calm him down as they retreat backstage. No doubt if any of these men meet each other this Sunday in the Big Fight, they'll be at each other's throats.

Hang on... we've received that backstage, there's a camera observing the Black Plague as they prepare for the next match. Let's go to that now!

Backstage...

Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez are standing backstage, ready to head to the ring for their next match. Tony Garcia's sitting down, admiring his newly-won TNM Lethal Lottery Elite Cup, as Brujah polishes his even more newly-won VCW Television Title. Amy Lin and Rebecca Black are beside Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez, waiting with them, but Troy Black appears to be waiting for something before he leaves. Suddenly, the door swings open and Desmond timidly walks in, carrying a bottle of water. Troy Black immediately steps forward to meet him.

T. Black: I couldn't help noticing that you didn't win your match tonight. Care to explain yourself?

Desmond: It... it's just that... there was this big burst of darkness, and then I got up, and someone kicked me in the face, and came off the top rope... I couldn't see what was going on at all!

T. Black: That sounds like a flimsy excuse to me. We're the Black Plague... we're not scared of the darkness. We LIKE the darkness. Listen... I want to get you big opportunities like this one... but if you keep choking on them, that reflects badly on ME. That makes me look stupid. Do you want me to look stupid?

Desmond: Um... well, no, but...

T. Black: Then next time, when the lights go off, don't stand there like an idiot. Grab a chair or a pipe, put your back in the corner, and get ready to kill anybody you sense coming near you. Got that!? Otherwise... I can't guarantee you that you'll keep getting opportunities like this.

R. Black: Troy... he didn't mean to lose that match. It just went dark, out of nowhere. I didn't know what was going on either. I couldn't see a thing. It's not his fault.

T. Black: Am I the only one who isn't afraid of the dark? The next time the lights go out... I expect to see the fallen carcass of the idiot who's pulling these stunts when they come back on. Do I make myself clear?

There's a general murmur of assent from the people assembled in the locker room.

T. Black: Good. Now me and Lorenzo have to go out and WIN a match. Take notes, Desmond... you might just learn something.

Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez turn and walk out of the locker room with Rebecca and Amy following, as Desmond stares after them glumly. Brujah looks up briefly from admiring his VCW Television Title, shrugs, then turns back to the title belt.

It looks like Desmond's taking a little bit of criticism for losing his match tonight... but will that outcome repeat itself again momentarily? The Immortals, Ken Collins and Robert Danson, are already in the ring, and now we're just awaiting the entrance of the Black Plague. And we won't wait long... the arena lights are replaced by dim silver-blue lights, and "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, bringing forth Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez, accompanied by Amy Lin and Rebecca Black. They certainly aren't showing any lack of confidence as they make their way to the ring... if they were shaken up by that earlier attack from the darkness, it's not showing. They're climbing into the ring and preparing to do battle, and Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell! This match begins now!

Black Plague (Troy Black & "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez)
w/Rebecca Black & Amy Lin

vs.

Immortals
w/Stacey Lockman & Nicole

Lorenzo Vasquez starts the match off with Ken Collins, trying to show him up in terms of technical skills... and quickly finds out that he's a little outclassed in that department. Ken Collins reverses his attempts to attack his arm and shoulder, then quickly brings Lorenzo Vasquez down with several suplexes and takedowns. After a minute or so of this treatment, Lorenzo Vasquez quickly begs off and scurries to his corner, then tags in Troy Black, and suddenly the tension builds to a new level, as Troy Black and Ken Collins cautiously begin feeling each other out, both wanting to come away better than they did in their last meeting. Ken Collins takes the opening advantage, starting to gain control of Troy Black, but Troy flips out behind him on a belly-to-back suplex attempt and drops him with a spin kick straight to the jaw when he turns around, drawing a huge round of boos from the crowd.

Lorenzo Vasquez and Troy Black begin taking turns working over Ken Collins, focusing on his arm, possibly inhibiting his ability to properly execute the California Crossface. Several times, Ken Collins manages to counter the offense of Troy Black or Lorenzo Vasquez, but they always manage to get in a cheap shot of some sort, or unseen interference by Amy or Rebecca, to prevent him from making a comeback or tagging Robert Danson, then go back on the attack. But when Troy Black goes for a bulldog to take Ken Collins down, he counters it with a belly-to-back suplex... and once again Troy Black flips out behind him and lashes out with a spin kick, but this time Ken Collins catches his foot and brings him down, into an ankle lock submission!! Troy Black is unexpectedly caught in the ankle lock submission, and he yells out in pain before quickly making an effort to drag himself to the ropes.

Ken Collins manages the tag to Robert Danson, who comes in and immediately begins working over Troy's ankle, twisting it and dropping knees across it. This may be a wise move... with Ken Collins's arm weakened to the point of making the California Crossface questionable, refocusing on Troy Black's leg instead of his neck might meet with better results. Ken Collins and Robert Danson tag in and out frequently, taking turns dismantling Troy Black while paying special attention to his wounded leg, and often making use of tandem moves to bring him down. Eventually, Robert Danson drops Troy Black to the mat with a piledriver, then puts on a figure-four leglock, trapping Troy Black right in the middle of the ring! But on the outside, Rebecca Black rushes Stacey Lockman and begins attacking her... and Ken Collins jumps down from the apron and moves to drive her off... and as a result, he's not there to stop Lorenzo Vasquez from climbing to the top turnbuckle and dropping a flying elbowdrop on Robert Danson, breaking the figure-four! He rolls out of the ring, but the damage has been done... Robert Danson is down and in trouble.

Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez go back on the offensive, switching their focus to Robert Danson and starting to wear him down, targeting his arm as well, perhaps to counter his considerable advantage in physical strength. They continue dominating him for quite some time, never letting him anywhere near his corner, and always cutting off his attempts to escape. Eventually, Lorenzo Vasquez plants him in the middle of the ring with a single-arm DDT, then puts on the Barcelona Armbar! Robert Danson submitted to this move last week... could it happen again!? He's crawling towards his corner, trying to drag himself there inch by inch... he's moving slowly and probably using up everything he has left, but he's getting there... he's just a couple inches away from Ken Collins's hand... he makes one final lunge, and makes the tag!

Ken Collins gets the tag, and immediately comes in with an all-out assault on Lorenzo Vasquez, taking him down with an intense burst of offense. Troy Black limps into the ring, and he gets more of the same, before getting tossed out of the ring. Ken Collins tears into Lorenzo Vasquez furiously, getting a count of two and a half after a brain buster, then two and three-quarters after a series of German suplexes. Lorenzo Vasquez seems groggy, but now Troy Black's climbing back into the ring to assist... but Robert Danson grabs his foot from the outside, and pulls him out! Lorenzo Vasquez gets up, and Ken Collins grabs him from behind... DRAGON SUPLEX!! But somehow, Lorenzo Vasquez gets a shoulder up just before three! If Ken Collins's arm had been at full strength, maybe he could have held him down... but he still has more up his sleeve! He gives Lorenzo Vasquez a piledriver in the middle of the ring, but he's not going for the cover... he's going up to the top turnbuckle! Lorenzo Vasquez slowly gets up and turns around... FLYING DROPKICK!! That did it! Lorenzo Vasquez is laid out, and Ken Collins goes for the cover... but Rebecca Black's standing on the apron and beginning to raise her shirt, and Brendan Powers is distracted!

Meanwhile, Amy Lin comes from behind Robert Danson with a low blow... and now Troy Black's rolling into the ring! Ken Collins is back up... but Troy Black gives him a kick to the midsection, then a double arm DDT!! Stacey Lockman pulls Rebecca Black off of the apron, but the damage seems done; Ken Collins has lost his opportunity to get an immediate pin. Troy Black goes up to the top turnbuckle... BLACK DAGGER!! But Ken Collins rolls out of the way! Both Ken Collins and Troy Black get up... and Ken Collins launches an assault on Troy Black with a series of kicks, punches, and chops, backing him up, then knocks him out over the top rope with a savate kick! He turns around and pulls Lorenzo Vasquez up in a waistlock... but Lorenzo Vasquez raises a foot up in a backward kick between his legs! Ken Collins doubles over, and Lorenzo Vasquez hits a single-arm DDT, then flows into the Barcelona Armbar! Ken Collins is stuck in the Barcelona Armbar... but Robert Danson's sliding into the ring! But Troy Black grabs him by the foot and pulls him out, then takes him head-first into the stairs! Ken Collins is struggling, trying to reach the ropes... but he's a long way away! Lorenzo Vasquez is cranking back on the armbar, trying to wrench Ken Collins's arm out of the socket, and Ken Collins just isn't getting to the ropes fast enough! He's fighting for every inch, and reaching out desperately, but Lorenzo Vasquez is continuing to sadistically apply pressure in the Barcelona Armbar. Ken Collins is inching closer, slowly making his way to the ropes... he's not too far now... and he's reaching out... but Lorenzo Vasquez just continues applying the pressure! Ken Collins reaches out, trying to drag himself to the ropes... and he taps out!! Ken Collins has finally had enough, and this match is over!

The Black Plague (Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez) defeated The Immortals when Vasquez made K. Collins submit to the Barcelona Armbar in 0:19:29.
Rating: *** 1/2

Lorenzo Vasquez gets up and stomps on Ken Collins's body a few more times, then rolls out of the ring to join Troy Black and accept a congratulatory hug from Rebecca Black. Amy Lin joins them as they begin heading up the aisle, and Lorenzo Vasquez pauses to yell a few taunts that the cameras can't quite pick up at the Immortals before disappearing backstage. Inside the ring, Robert Danson and Stacey Lockman are checking on Ken Collins, who seems to be in pain, but not seriously injured. He looks furious over the outcome of this match... and it's hard to blame him. He may well have had Lorenzo Vasquez beaten with the Flying Dropkick if Rebecca Black hadn't distracted Brendan Powers. The Immortals get up and begin to make their way backstage with Stacey and Nicole, and the crowd gives them a modest round of cheers for their effort... they were very close to beating the Black Plague tonight, if not for Rebecca's distraction of the referee.

It's almost time for the main event... but first, we understand that the VCW World Champion, David Wright Hubbard, and Melissa DelArmeggio, are backstage with Ziggy Adderloaf. Let's go to that now!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is shown backstage with David Wright Hubbard and Melissa DelArmeggio. David Wright Hubbard has the VCW World Title slung over his shoulder and a kneebrace on his injured knee, and appears ready to fight. Melissa, as usual, is wearing street clothes, and looks rather distracted and thoughtful.

Z. Adderloaf: David Wright Hubbard, you and Melissa have a tag team match coming up, but this Sunday... a lot of people think it's time for a change. A lot of people think it's time that David Wright Hubbard and the VCW World Title part ways--

D.W. Hubbard: Listen, you skinny little pipsqueak, I think a lot of these people can kiss my ass if they ain't got the guts to take this title away from me personally. You think Tony Garcia's gonna be the man to win this belt!? He better keep his little TNM Elite Lethal Lottery Cup nice and shiny, because it's the only gold he'll be carrying around for a good long while. I think some people need to remember one thing... I'm the man who whipped Crimson's ass. I'm the VCW World Champion. Tony Garcia can talk about the old days all he wants, but that ain't gonna get this belt for him... he's gonna have to do what Crimson couldn't do, what Troy Black couldn't do... he's gonna have to whip my ass and take it. And I don't think he can do it.

Z. Adderloaf: Well, what about tonight? Your knee's obviously not at full strength yet, and Tony Garcia seems to be in a position to capitalize on--

D.W. Hubbard: He's in a position to capitalize on getting his ass whipped, that's what kind of position he's in. I'm the one who asked for this match, remember? I didn't throw out that challenge so he could capitalize on a damn thing... I wanted this match so that I could beat his fat ass six days early. Maybe you're starting to believe what the Black Plague's saying, but I'll tell you different right now... I ain't stopping or slowing down, and this title belt's not going anywhere. After I beat the living shit out of Tony Garcia and Amy Lin tonight, I'm gonna walk out of the Big Fight over Tony Garcia's dead body... it's just that simple. You... you just sit back and see if I'm wrong.

Z. Adderloaf: All right... Melissa, do you have anything to add about tonight's match?

M. DelArmeggio: No... not really.

David Wright Hubbard and Melissa DelArmeggio begin walking away, on their way to the ring area.

Z. Adderloaf: Err... all right, then. Let's get back to the ring for the main event!

The backstage scene fades out to the scene at the ring area...

Back at the ring area, "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie just started playing, drawing an explosion of loud boos from the crowd, and here comes the TNM Elite Lethal Lottery Cup winner, Tony Garcia, along with his tag team partner Amy Lin, and Rebecca Black. He's also the man who'll face David Wright Hubbard in six days for the VCW World Title at the Big Fight. He strides to the ring with confidence, carrying his trademark wooden axe handle, and raises his hands over his head as he bellows triumphantly. At the other side of the ring, Amy Lin poses for the crowd, but then cracks a smile and breaks the pose as Rebecca Black whispers something into her ear. They look ready to fight tonight, but perhaps a little overconfident...

"War Pigs" by Black Sabbath starts playing next, and a loud, mixed reaction comes from the crowd as VCW World Champion David Wright Hubbard and Melissa DelArmeggio step out of the backstage entrance and begin making their way to the ring, though David Wright Hubbard does so with a heavy limp. For all of Tony Garcia's confidence and talking about his years in this business and well-documented toughness, he may be underestimating the challenge at hand here... this is David Wright Hubbard, the VCW World Champion, and Crimson was the man he pinned to earn that belt. He's no pushover, even with an injured knee, and Tony Garcia may be about to find that out the hard way... David Wright Hubbard and Melissa are entering the ring, and preparing to fight. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring to officiate, and our main event begins now!

Black Plague (Tony Garcia & Amy Lin)
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

David Wright Hubbard & Melissa DelArmeggio

David Wright Hubbard steps into the ring, favoring his leg... and Amy Lin steps into the ring with him! David Wright Hubbard's eyes widen incredulously, but Amy Lin goes down into a fighting stance and motions for David Wright Hubbard to bring it on! The crowd cheers, but David Wright Hubbard simply shakes his head and smiles, then turns to tag in Melissa... but Amy Lin rushes him from behind and dropkicks him in the back of the knee! David Wright Hubbard goes down, and Amy Lin immediately begins working over his leg with repeated elbowdrops and kicks, then puts on a half Boston! David Wright Hubbard quickly drags himself to the ropes, forcing a break of the hold, and begins pulling himself up... but Amy Lin keeps lashing out at his leg with a series of kicks! David Wright Hubbard gets up, and Amy Lin jumps up for a Frankensteiner... but David Wright Hubbard drives her down HARD into the mat with a power bomb! Rebecca Black lets out an ear-piercing scream of anguish, and David Wright Hubbard shakes out his hurting leg, then tags in Melissa DelArmeggio.

Melissa immediately leaps on top of Amy Lin, then begins pummelling her with a series of brutal punches in a blind rage. She hasn't forgotten the night when Amy Lin was introduced as Troy Black's "replacement" for her... and she's giving Amy Lin a beating she may never forget either! Melissa whips Amy Lin into the ropes, then bounces off the other side... and nails her with a spinning leg lariat! Amy goes down, but Melissa continues the assault, tossing her into the corner, then unloading on her with a series of punches! Amy Lin slumps in the corner, falling to a sitting position... and Melissa steps back, then begins kicking her in the face repeatedly! She's not wearing regulation wrestling gear either... those are steel-toed work boots! She could literally break Amy's face like this... and that may be the idea! Now she's hauling Amy out of the corner by the legs, and holding her legs up... this could be a Boston crab... but no, Melissa just spreads her legs... AND KNEEDROPS HER IN THE CROTCH!!! That draws another scream from Rebecca Black and a loud pop from the crowd, as Amy Lin curls up on the mat, hands between her legs... and it also appears that her face is starting to swell up from the beating Melissa's been dishing out. Melissa ignores the admonishings of Bobcat McGavin, and pulls Amy Lin up by the hair... DDT!! She just DDTed Amy, and she goes for a cover, hooking the leg... but Tony Garcia comes in and breaks the pin at two with a massive elbow to Melissa's injured back!

Both women are down on the mat, as Amy continues to suffer the residual effects of Melissa's punishment, and Melissa tries to recover from a three hundred and thirty-pound elbowdrop to her injured back. Both of them crawl to their corner... and both make tags! Here comes the Big Fight's main event, as David Wright Hubbard and Tony Garcia rush the ring and begin beating the hell out of each other! For a few seconds, neither man gives an inch, but Tony Garcia's power takes over, and he manages to force David Wright Hubbard back with a series of hard blows. He whips him into the ropes, but David Wright Hubbard ducks under a lariat from Tony Garcia as he comes off, then makes a hobbling run into the other side and comes off with a leaping clothesline that takes Tony Garcia down!

David Wright Hubbard begins unleashing some of his usual powerful offense on Tony Garcia, beating him from pillar to post and bringing him down repeatedly. But Tony Garcia just keeps getting up, shaking off the effects of David Wright Hubbard's assaults... you'd practically have to run him over with a bus to keep him down! After unloading on Tony Garcia with offense for a few minutes, David Wright Hubbard pulls Tony Garcia up and goes for a power bomb... but he can't get him up! He tries again... and his injured knee gives out on him! Tony Garcia counters with a massive backdrop, then immediately locks in on David Wright Hubbard's knee injury with a kneebar. David Wright Hubbard struggles and squirms, trying to escape... and slowly pulls himself to the ropes. Tony Garcia clobbers David Wright Hubbard for a few more minutes, working over his knee and just beating the hell out of him, then makes the tag to Amy Lin.

Amy Lin strikes out at David Wright Hubbard's knee a few times, wearing it down... and then slaps on a figure-four leglock! Amy Lin has David Wright Hubbard in a figure-four leglock, and she's trying to make him submit! She wants a victory over the VCW World Champion here tonight! David Wright Hubbard begins trying to turn the hold... and Rebecca Black grabs Amy Lin's hands on the outside, giving her extra leverage to keep the hold from being turned! But Melissa sees it, and she jumps off of the apron and tackles Rebecca on the outside, then begins punching her in the face repeatedly! Amy Lin no longer has the leverage to keep the hold from being turned by her larger, more powerful victim, and is forced to release it when David Wright Hubbard turns the hold.

Melissa climbs back up in her corner as both Amy and David Wright Hubbard begin looking for the tag. Amy Lin tags in Tony Garcia... and David Wright Hubbard sees that, hesitating briefly as he exchanges a glance with Melissa... but she nods and smiles grimly, and slaps his hand! She's getting in there with Tony Garcia! Tony Garcia throws a massive lariat at Melissa as she steps in... and Melissa ducks, then begins drilling him with repeated kicks to the head! She varies it up with a few kicks to the midsection, doubling him over, then measures him... BACK BRAIN KICK!! Melissa just dropped Tony Garcia with the Back Brain Kick, and she turns him over onto his back... and now she's going up to the top turnbuckle! She comes off the top... FROG SPLASH!! She hooks a leg... and only gets two before Tony Garcia kicks out with authority! He's getting up, looking furious, and Melissa runs into the ropes... but Rebecca Black trips her on the outside! Melissa gets up... and Tony Garcia flattens her with a lariat!

Bobcat McGavin begins questioning Rebecca Black, asking if she tripped Melissa... but David Wright Hubbard's getting back in the ring now, and he's going at it with Tony Garcia one more time! They're going toe-to-toe... but Amy Lin comes from behind with the wooden axe handle, and nails David Wright Hubbard in the back of the knee with it! David Wright Hubbard goes down, and Amy tosses the axe handle out of the ring and tosses David Wright Hubbard out as well as Tony Garcia pulls Melissa DelArmeggio up into a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! That could have done it, and Bobcat McGavin's turning around... but Tony Garcia's not done yet! He pulls Melissa DelArmeggio up, and puts on the Torture Rack! Melissa's struggling, trying to squirm out of the Torture Rack... she's not known to quit easily... she's struggling, but Tony Garcia has her locked in good... and she finally submits! Tony Garcia and Amy Lin win!

The Black Plague (Tony Garcia and Amy Lin) defeated David Wright Hubbard and Melissa DelArmeggio when Garcia made Melissa submit to the Torture Rack in 0:15:54.
Rating: 3/4*

Tony Garcia just got the submission over Melissa DelArmeggio... but he's not releasing the Torture Rack! He's continuing to rack Melissa... but now David Wright Hubbard's in the ring! He draws back a fist, preparing to nail Tony Garcia... but Amy Lin steps in front, saying something to him... and he lowers his fist! James Applebee had said that David Wright Hubbard and a member of the Black Plague can't have physical contact outside of a sanctioned match... and the match is over now! David Wright Hubbard can't stop Tony Garcia from racking Melissa, or he'll be stripped of the VCW World Title! David Wright Hubbard's hesitating, obviously torn between saving Melissa and sacrificing his title or leaving her at the mercy of Tony Garcia. After a few seconds of hesitation, he grimaces and reluctantly draws back his fist again... BUT THE LIGHTS GO OUT AGAIN!!

The lights are out once again, and the crowd begins setting off camera flashes, trying to shed some light on the ring to see what's going on, but nothing can be seen clearly... and the sound of wood on bone rings out throughout the arena, followed by the sound of someone crashing to the mat! A few seconds later, the lights come back on... and Rebecca Black, Amy Lin, David Wright Hubbard, and Bobcat McGavin all stare in bewilderment into the center of the ring, where Tony Garcia is laid out, with his wooden axe handle broken in two halves, draped over his head! Somebody just attacked Tony Garcia in the darkness, and laid him out with his own axe handle! This isn't Desmond we're talking about here... this is Tony Garcia, the TNM Elite Lethal Lottery Cup winner, and the challenger in this Sunday's World Title match!

David Wright Hubbard quickly pulls Melissa up off of the mat and drapes her over his shoulder, then begins carrying her backstage, saving her from further assault... but Rebecca Black and Amy Lin are barely paying attention to him! Tony Garcia's laid out in the middle of the ring, and the Black Plague was just struck from the darkness again! What the hell's happening here!? What effects will this have on this Sunday's title match! Tony Garcia's starting to get up now... and he's not happy! He's looking around wildly, bellowing out incoherent challenges, but nobody's stepping forward... and we're out of time! See you this Sunday!!

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