Monday Night Wrestling 03/12/01 (VCW 111)
Welcome once again to VCW Monday Night Wrestling! Tonight, we're coming to you from the Compaq Center in Texas, and we've got a big show on hand! Julian Page will receive a shot at the new VCW Intercontinental Champion, Johnny Smiles! In addition, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Hammer of the Gods will face the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show... but since the Hammer of the Gods is still forbidden from receiving title shots, that will be a non-title match. Plus, Dean Sanders is set to face Jack Norman, while Bass Rogers takes on Butch Manson in the first-ever Hamburger Hill Bring Your Own Beer Match!! All that, and much more, is set for this installment of our show!!
But "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica just kicked on, and I think we're about to see something a bit different right now. The crowd explodes into a huge round of boos as Troy Black steps out of the backstage area, with his head bandaged and his right hand wrapped in medical tape, while his left holds hands with Amy Lin. A surly-looking Tony Garcia follows them, along with Rebecca Black and Lorenzo Vasquez, who are taking turns whispering to each other and laughing. Bringing up the rear are VCW Television Champion Brujah, who directs an Eddy Guerrero-like look of disgust and contempt at the camera as he approaches, wearing the VCW Television Title, and Desmond, who raises a fist in the air, then actually stops to slap the hands of a few fans who have them outstretched for whatever reason. So it goes until the procession makes its way to the ring, at which point Troy Black grabs a microphone... boy, he should have a lot to say.
T. Black: Last night... the bad guy won. All of Falcon's talk of vengance, and all of his aggression amounted to absolutely nothing. Falcon, the fact is that you're just not as good as Troy Black. Accept it, because you can't change it. I suppose that maybe your sheer willpower and inner fury can make your body move again in spite of the fact that your spinal column was reduced to sawdust last night... but even miracles only go so far, and even an act of God couldn't turn you into half the fighter I am. Last night, you tried to be Melissa's knight in shining armor... but instead, you're just another poor idiot in a wheelchair. And if you EVER get in my way again, you'll be another two hundred pounds of rotting meat at the morgue.
The crowd responds by booing loudly as Troy Black pauses briefly. He's very outspoken about his performance in the Street Fight last night, but it's true that Falcon sustained some damage to his back, and cannot safely compete for at least the next few weeks.
T. Black: But seeing as you disguise your desperate attempts to feed your ego and convince Melissa of your manliness as attempts to help your fellow human beings, you must be disappointed that your sacrifice was in vain. I'm not even talking about your lack of success against me, because that was a given. I'm talking about the fact that others failed to learn from your pathetic example, and avoid a similar fate. And specifically, I'm talking about Sandis Arlington.
The crowd cheers at the mention of Sandis Arlington's name, and Troy Black looks around at them with an angered glare before continuing.
T. Black: Last night, Sandis Arlington was foolish enough to try to stand in the way of the Black Plague. I've said it before, and I'll say it again... the Black Plague has a one-hundred percent mortality rate, and Sandis Arlington's no exception to that rule. But I came to a decision... I decided that Sandis Arlington wasn't even worth my time. I certainly could bother dirtying my hands with him, and see him carried out of the building on a stretcher just like Falcon, but a big match with Troy Black is more than an insignificant pest like him deserves. So instead, I'm placing the duty of disposing of Sandis Arlington with someone else...
Lorenzo Vasquez takes a microphone and steps forward, with a sadistic, cocky grin on his face.
L. Vasquez: I got this one, Troy. One quick, messy, and painful Barcelona assassination coming up...
T. Black: No, Lorenzo... not you. I'm talking about someone who's beaten Sandis Arlington before, when they said it couldn't be done. I'm talking about someone who specializes in giving out beatings that nobody can come back from. I'm talking about the newest member of the Black Plague... the Grave Digger.
WHAT!? "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins blaring over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as the Grave Digger steps out of the backstage area! He's as big as, or bigger than, the Super Giant Ninja, over seven feet tall and nearly four hundred pounds... but unlike the Super Giant Ninja, he's one of the most deadly forces the wrestling world has ever seen. When VCW fans last saw him, he was the SMCW Triple Crown World Champion, destroying Falcon in under ten minutes... and now he's in the Black Plague!? He walks to the ring slowly and climbs up to the apron, then steps over the top rope... but Brujah doesn't look so happy about this! He turns and grabs a microphone from the outside, and turns to face Troy Black and the Grave Digger...
Brujah: Listen, Troy... I don't know what this big green piece of garbage is doing here, but I don't like it. If you need Sandis Arlington eliminated, I'm your man. But this lumbering gorilla... I recommend you get him out of here before I have to Power Bomb his oversized carcass through the mat.
The Grave Digger starts to take a step toward Brujah with his hand outstretched, but Troy Black holds him back. Brujah just stands in the middle of the ring, staring hatefully at the Grave Digger, as Troy Black turns to him and raises the microphone.
T. Black: Brujah... let me point out a few things here. You're here because I brought you here. And he's here because I brought him here. Both of you have one thing in common... you work for me. And if there's going to be any insubordination, then we'll have to deal with it... but ask yourself this. Does the world need another example of what happens when a person becomes a nuisance to me?
Brujah: You want to deal with it? I'll deal with it right now. Stand back, leave me alone in the ring with the Grave Digger, and you can bet he'll get dealt with.
T. Black: You're not getting it. Both of you work for me. That means both of you are members of the Black Plague. That means you do what I tell you to... and I'm telling you that you're going to work together. Now stick out your hand.
Brujah reluctantly sticks out his hand, still glaring up at the Grave Digger as he does. The Grave Digger just stares back down at him, not moving a bit.
Brujah: Come on, let's get this over with. Stick out that big knobby, sweaty hand of yours, and let's get this done.
The Grave Digger remains motionless and silent in the ring, just staring down at Brujah.
Brujah: Listen, you gigantic brainless goon, I don't want to do this either. But we have to. Now I'll give you two options. You shake my hand, or I kick your ass. The choice is yours.
The Grave Digger slowly turns to look at Troy Black, who nods at him... and the Grave Digger's hand lunges out!! It grabs Brujah's hand in a tight, vice-like grip, and slowly, mechanically forces it up and down. Despite the fact that Brujah's hand is being nearly crushed by the Grave Digger's, he barely flinches, staring back up at him with intense, barely-contained hatred. Finally, the Grave Digger releases his hand, and Troy Black turns away, satisfied, as Brujah directs a glare of cold anger at the back of his head.
T. Black: And now, onto more important matters... because Sandis Arlington and the means necessary to save me the trouble of dealing with him are hardly important. There's one thing in VCW that's more important than anything else... and that's the VCW World Title. Last night, Tony Garcia was supposed to walk out of there as the VCW World Champion... and by all rights, he should have. But that didn't happen. Tony... why don't you tell all these people a few things about their VCW World Champion?
Troy Black hands the microphone off to Tony Garcia, whose face shows obvious frustration. The crowd boos, and a weak chant of "D-W-H!" begins in the crowd, but some fans begin chanting "SUCKS!" afterwards, and the chant soon dies.
T. Garcia: There's one reason, and only one damn reason why I'm not the VCW World Champion right now... and that's because David Wright Hubbard is a punk-ass little coward. He couldn't stand up to me man-to-man. I had him beat. He was tapping out... he was a beaten, broken man. And when he saw that he couldn't stand up against me, he took the easy way out. He took my wooden axe handle and intentionally got himself disqualified by hitting me upside the head with it!!
The crowd boos loudly, and they're right to do so. Tony Garcia has a unique interpretation of the truth... he was the one who brought the wooden axe handle into play, but David Wright Hubbard stole it and used it against him, not knowing that the referee was up. But Tony Garcia just ignores the boos, as he continues pacing in the ring.
T. Garcia: See, last night was supposed to be really special for a lot of people. Rebecca was at ringside, watching me... Troy and Lorenzo were backstage, watching me... my wife and girls were at home, watching me... hell, even the Superstar himself was sitting at home, watching me, and they all wanted to see me complete the one goal in my life that I'd never reached before. They all wanted to see me put a World Title belt around my waist. And then that cowardly cowboy, that lowlife so-called tough guy, David Wright Hubbard, ruined it for everyone by cheating and taking the easy way out. My daughters cried themselves to sleep last night because Daddy promised them he'd win the title, and he didn't do it! And David Wright Hubbard, you gutless piece of trash, it's all your fault!!
Tony Garcia's shouting loudly, and even the other Black Plague members are keeping a respectful distance from him as he paces in the ring. He seems to cool down slightly as he paces in the ring.
T. Garcia: But that's all right, though. It's all good. Because everyone saw that I won that match, both technically and in spirit. Not only did I win by DQ, but you tapped out, David Wright Hubbard, and everyone saw it. And since I won that match, since I beat the VCW World Champion, and it's obvious I was screwed, I deserve another title shot. So at this next pay-per-view we've got coming up, No Quarter, I'm not asking for a rematch... I'm telling those pencil-pushers in the office that I'm gonna get a rematch, and I'm finally gonna get my title belt, whether anyone likes it or not!
The crowd boos... and those boos only continue when "Walk" by Pantera begins playing... and here comes "Macho Man" Randy Savage!! He steps out of the backstage area, carrying a microphone, and walks to the ring, climbing inside with the Black Plague. Tony Garcia doesn't look particularly happy at this interruption, but Randy Savage doesn't seem like he cares, as he raises the microphone to address Tony Garcia.
R. Savage: Brother, I've gotta give you credit for one thing... last night, David Wright Hubbard was a beaten man, yeah. You had that match won, and you won that match, and you should have won the title... but you didn't. And now it's my turn, yeah. Back at Blood and Thunder, I beat David Wright Hubbard while you were still laid up in rehab for your neck, and I never got my shot at the gold. So if anyone's getting a shot at the title at the next pay-per-view, brother, it's gonna be the Macho Man, and I'm gonna tear his fragile little carcass in two.
T. Garcia: Hold it, hold it, hold it. Listen, you bald-headed buzzard, you're just gonna have to wait your turn. I can appreciate that you're from the old school, just like me... but back when I was beating people half to death legit in smoke-filled pool halls and warehouses, you were running with Vince McMahon and his gang of circus clowns. Back when when I was breaking people's faces and ripping their arms and legs off, you were wearing some tinfoil crown or some pastel-colored cowboy costume, trying to call yourself macho looking like Hank Williams Jr. on an acid trip! And now that I got David Wright Hubbard weakened up and ready for the kill, I ain't letting you come in and steal it out from under me!
Uh-oh... Randy Savage didn't appreciate that, and he has THAT look in his eyes again... this is about to get ugly! But Troy Black and the Grave Digger are standing at Tony Garcia's back, and Lorenzo Vasquez is circling around behind Randy Savage, preparing to strike from behind in the event that this gets violent. The Macho Man turns and paces for a few steps, wiping his brow and breathing in deeply, trying to control his notorious temper... and finally turns back to Tony Garcia, with his anger barely contained.
R. Savage: Listen, brother... you came really, really close to getting yourself hurt right here, right now. But instead... I got a better idea, yeah. You think you deserve a title shot... let's see you back that up, big man. Let's see you prove it, one-on-one, against the Macho Man, yeah. How about it, brother... you and me, one-on-one tonight, yeah. Winner gets the title shot at the pay-per-view.
T. Garcia: You're calling me out!? You want some of me? Bring it on, tough guy... I'll shut you up real quick. You just bring it on into the ring tonight, Slim Jim, and I'll snap into your brittle ass like you ain't never seen before.
R. Savage: Is that right? Well, brother, you've only got a couple hours before you find out just how wrong you are... because you're about to feel what it's like when the madness runs wild on you. OOOHHHH YEEEAAAHH!!
"Walk" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system again, and Randy Savage says something else to Tony Garcia off the microphone, poking him in the chest for emphasis, before turning and leaving the ring. But how about what we've just found out tonight!? The Grave Digger is in VCW as a member of the Black Plague, he's been given the task of destroying Sandis Arlington, and tonight we'll see Tony Garcia go one-on-one with "Macho Man" Randy Savage for the honor of facing David Wright Hubbard for the title at the next pay-per-view! And this is just as a result of the first segment! What more can we expect to see as the night goes on!?
Hold it, we might find out an answer to that question, because we've been informed that there's a camera backstage with "Double R" Rex Richards and his three female accomplices! Let's go to that footage now, courtesy of the Big Brother Production Team!
Backstage...
"Stargazer" by Kingdom Come is blaring out of a stereo in the corner of a locker room, and in the middle of the room Sophie moves with the music and lip-synchs to it, wearing leather pants and a tight blue T-shirt with a red and yellow "Superman" logo across her chest. Rex Richards, Minako, and Komachi enter the room, and are unable to contain a stare of shock upon seeing Sophie's performance. After a brief moment of hesitation, Rex Richards steps forward, grabs the stereo, and chucks it into the wall, causing the back to pop open and the batteries to spill out, ending the song in a hurry. Sophie looks around in surprise, having not noticed their entrance, then thrusts her hands down on her hips and sticks out her chin as she glares at Rex Richards.
Sophie: Hey, you're gonna ruin my stereo! And besides that, you threw off my groove! What'd you do that for!?
R. Richards: Shut up and listen. We've got a match tonight... you, me, and Komachi against Devaccio Pola, Christina Ellis, and Melissa DelArmeggio. Now--
Sophie: I get to be in a match!? Woohoo!! I get to be in a match!! This is SOOO cool! Now you're gonna see what a deadly fighter I really am!! Not only do I have the karate mastery of one thousand and one strapping young warriors, but I have the beauty of the noble, graceful Persian cat, and I'm even more die hard than a really big, strong guy!! It's gonna be some creamy business when I get in there and start--
R. Richards: Shut the hell up, you stupid little slut!!
Sophie quickly clams up and cowers in the corner, eyes widened in fear, at Rex Richards's furious outburst. Satisfied with her silence, he clears his throat and continues speaking.
R. Richards: Now, like I was gonna say, I didn't ask for this match. But we're stuck with it. Now Komachi, Sophie... I know you two had some problems last night--
Sophie: She spat her germy juice into my face, and made my eyes sick! And then she slammed me on the mat for no reason!!
Sophie glares defiantly at Komachi, until Komachi raises a clenched fist at her, causing her to cower again.
R. Richards: I don't give a damn about that!! Now you listen to me... Komachi's promised me she's gonna make up for last night. But you... as far as I'm concerned, it's your fault she lost that match in the first place. So you don't screw this one up... or I'm gonna spank you harder than Ziggy Adderloaf spanks his monkey after T & A matches! Do I make myself clear!?
Sophie backs into the corner almost impossibly far, cowed by Rex Richards's commanding yells.
Sophie: Y... yeah. Don't worry about a thing. I won't mess up... I meant to lose last time! I won't do it again, honest.
R. Richards: Okay, then. But God help you if you do mess this up...
The camera fades out on the locker room seen as Rex Richards trails off, turning to face Minako and Komachi, leaving Sophie to scramble and collect the spilled batteries from her battered stereo.
So Rex Richards, Sophie, and Komachi will team up to face Devaccio Pola, Christina Ellis, and Melissa DelArmeggio tonight? That's definitely a unique situation... Melissa, Devaccio Pola, and Christina Ellis don't have much experience working together... but on the other side, there's definitely some lingering problems between Rex Richards and the women who are with him. But that's still to come, later on in the show... right now, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja are in the ring, and Russel Taylor has a microphone. God, no... not THIS again...
R. Taylor: Last night, in the Big Fight... I came on hard and strong, putting all my heart into my efforts... and in my opinion, it didn't work. Now, I may be feeling a little discouraged... but I've got dedication, determination, and discipline on my side, and compared to that, discouragement is nothing. I need to take my game to another level, and last night was a wake-up call that showed me I need to train harder than ever... but that's okay, because I can do it. I know I can, because I believe in myself. And all you great fans... no matter how discouraged you get, no matter how many times you end up short of your goal, just remember to believe in yourself, and you'll achieve your goals. Just like me. I'm gonna keep at it until all my hard work and training pays off!!
Finally, he's done, and here come the opponents... but as "Smells Like Nirvana" by Weird Al Yankovic kicks on over the arena sound system, it becomes apparent that this isn't much better as Ruby Richard Cage and "The Pest of the West" Jesse Smark step out of the backstage area, then motion for someone else to join them... and here comes Hunk Higgins, but he's wearing Japanese-style face paint!! What the hell is this!?!? They come to the ring, and after some posing and showboating, Ruby Richard Cage grabs a microphone, no doubt to go through their usual routine...
R.R. Cage: Dudes and dudettes, cats and chicks, and all you little kids out there, the baby boomer generation proudly brings to you the ONE-TIME! ONE-TIME! ONE-TIME! ... VCW TAG team CHAMPIONS of the WOOOORRRLD... "The Immortal" Hunk Higgins... Ruby Richard Cage... the MIDDLE-AGED OUTLAWS!!!
H. Higgins: And brother, if you're not down with that, we've got two words for ya... TOUGH CRAP!!
The crowd boos, and Ruby Richard Cage turns to his partner with a skeptical look on his face.
R.R. Cage: All right, bro... I don't know what's with the face paint, but this better work a little better than that stupid flippy-floppy crap last night. We need to get the streak going again, and I'm feeling pretty JACKED UP right now, and if somebody doesn't get BANGED tonight, I'll be a little pissed off.
H. Higgins: Well, ya know somethin', Mister Cage, once again I was hanging and banging back in the Hunkamania Headquarters in Venice Beach, and this time all the little Hunkamaniacs came up to me and said, "Hunk Higgins, everybody knows that Mitsubishi Muhaha is an overrated, washed-up has-been who couldn't cut it in the ring with a true legend like you, who couldn't sell one hundred tickets at a flea market show if his life depended on it!" And as I started thinking about it, brother, I remembered that the real greatest wrestler in Japan is Cagey Muta, and every time he puts on his face paint and turns into his secret identity, the Fabulous Moolah, all the other evil foreigners in Japan start running like the cowards they are, dude.
So tonight, just like the Fabulous Moolah, I've got the war paint on, and I'm ready for action, brothers. And just like the Fabulous Moolah beat that no-good coward Toshiyucki Koala to win the IWGP Triple Crown J-Cup Title over in Japan in the Super G-1 Burning Final Climax Series, I'm ready to rock the house and win one for all the little M-A-O-ites. And this brother right here, the Super Giant Ninja... he's from Japan, brother, and you can see him shaking in his boots, because he knows that just like the master technical wrestler I am, I studied the arts of his homeland and now I'm ready to beat him like the coward he is. So Ninja, Russel the Muscle... what'cha gonna do when Hunkamania, the M-A-O, and the forty-two inch ANACONDAS RUN WILD ON YOU!?!?
Putting aside all of the other things that made no sense and were just plain wrong, how in the hell could he have gotten back to Venice Beach, then come back here in such a hurry!? Nobody's paying for airline tickets for this joker, unless he stowed away in someone's luggage... he's obviously making this all up. But nonetheless, we're ready to begin this match, as Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell!
Middle-Aged Outlaws
w/Jesse Smark
vs.
Russel "The Muscle" Taylor & Super Giant Ninja
The match is back and forth, mostly consisting of the usual blown spots and clumsy oafishness, until Russel Taylor hits his Power Bomb on Hunk Higgins. Then Hunk Higgins begins Hunking Up, and gives Russel the usual three right hands, whip into the ropes, and big boot... but he's not going for the Big Leg Drop! He climbs to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off backwards in what was theoretically supposed to be a moonsault; but in actuality, he just crash-landed on the back of his neck and shoulders! He nearly landed on his head, and Russel Taylor quickly crawls across him and hooks a leg for the three-count!!
Russel
Taylor and The Super Giant Ninja defeated The Middle-Aged Outlaws
when Russel the Muscle pinned Higgins after a blown moonsault in
0:03:19.
Rating: -*** 3/4
Russel Taylor rolls out of the ring and joins the Super Giant Ninja on the outside, and they retreat backstage as Ruby Richard Cage enters the ring and helps Hunk Higgins to his feet. After shaking off the effects of the botched moonsault, he begins wiping away the facepaint and loudly cursing and complaining, as he makes his way backstage. Hopefully he'll have learned his lesson this time around.
We're ready to head right into our second match now... "All Star" by Smash Mouth begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Moy Lazzario to a modest pop from the crowd. He did fairly well for himself in the Big Fight, lasting nearly twenty minutes during the height of the battle royal, but tonight he's got an unenviable task ahead of him... he has to face the man who eliminated him from the battle royal, in a one-on-one match.
"Walk" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system... and here comes that man! The crowd boos loudly as Crimson swaggers out of the backstage area, looking mostly calm, but with a hint of frustration in his face as well. And he may have reason to be frustrated... he was the runner-up in the Big Fight last night! Had he done things a little bit differently when he was alone in the ring with Johnny Smiles last night, he could have won the VCW Intercontinental Title! Instead, after single-handedly eliminating nine opponents, he's coming to the ring empty-handed... and the glare that he's shooting Moy Lazzario clearly shows how he's planning on taking out his frustrations. Moy Lazzario looks a little worried, as well he should, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, beginning this match!
Moy Lazzario
vs.
Crimson
Possessing skills far beyond the average two-year rookie wrestler, Moy Lazzario tries a little of everything against Crimson. But Crimson counters his technical wrestling by being too big and powerful to keep down, and counters his high-flying moves by simply absorbing them and swatting him out of the air. Crimson retaliates in his usual fashion, mauling Moy Lazzario almost casually and carelessly, then finishing him with a gutwrench suplex, followed by his ragdoll full nelson slam and the massive Chokeslam for the victory.
Crimson
pinned Moy Lazzario with the Chokeslam in 0:02:43.
Rating: DUD
The crowd boos loudly as Crimson's hand is raised in victory, but from the looks of things Moy Lazzario never stood much of a chance. Crimson bellows triumphantly, but his celebration is short-lived before the frustrated sneer returns to his face. He glances down at Moy Lazzario with contempt, and seems to be thinking about continuing the beating... but instead he just kicks him once, then steps over the top rope to the outside and begins walking away from the ring. Some trainers are coming out to help Moy Lazzario backstage as well... but as they do, we're hearing that the Big Brother Production Team has a camera backstage on Stormy Weathers, who evidently is having a very suspicious conversation. Let's go to that now...
Backstage...
Stormy Weathers is seen sitting in a chair in front of a desk, from a camera mounted on the desk. The camera isn't in a position to view the person who's behind the desk, but it's evident from Stormy's looks and mannerisms that there's someone there, and he's not talking to the wall.
S. Weathers: So what you're telling me is that you and your partner can help me start drawing in the big money? You think y'all can make ol' Stormy's boys the number-one faction in the wrestling world?
A loud, female voice with a heavy New York accent responds from behind the desk.
Voice: Not with that attitude. Get one thing through your skull, you inbred Southern yokel, this "wrasslin" crap is OUT. It's "sports entertainment" now. Look at these kids these days... do you think they want to see a bunch of guys in tights rolling around in the ring? Hell no. Look at MTV, look at all these shows they have, and all the hot movies. They want loud, flashy entertainment and action, they want cool characters, and they don't want their intelligence insulted with your old-style carny attitude. Can you understand that!?
S. Weathers: Darlin', if you can pull this off, I can understand that two and two is five.
Voice: And that's another thing. All this talking you do in your ridiculous Southern dialect... that turns people off. The Beverly Hillbillies went off the air a long time ago. That's not what draws money these days. NOBODY wants to hear a redneck talk. Teenagers want someone from Detroit or Chicago pretending to be a redneck, not an actual redneck like you. But you know who's perfect for that job?
S. Weathers: My boy Brian Rivera? He's kind of like that, and he's on his way back--
Voice: No, no, NO... not Brian Rivera. I'm talking about Kid Rave.
S. Weathers: What!? Who in the blazes is Kid Rave!? Can we even get him to work for me?
Voice: Kid Rave is the new Brian Rivera. You still haven't learned... nobody wants real names. People don't want Rocky Maivia or Steve Austin... they want "The Rock" and "Stone Cold". And nobody wants Brian Rivera... but everybody's gonna want a piece of Kid Rave.
S. Weathers: Kid Rave, huh? Yeah, that is kinda catchy...
Voice: And your Manhunters... they need to be repackaged too. That sort of old-fashioned carny crap wasn't even popular fifteen years ago. We need a gimmick, so... we'll dress them up in suits, and they'll be my own personal hand-picked enforcers. Yeah, and we'll call them... Writer's Block! And we need quirky little inside names for them... like Vince and Ed! That's perfect!
S. Weathers: Vince and Ed... Writer's Block? Woman, you sure about all this!?
Voice: Stormy, how many comedy motion picture scripts have you written!? How many TV sitcoms have you directed!? ... Oh, wait... that's right, none. You hired a professional from the entertainment industry... that's me. And a simple-minded redneck hick... that's you... couldn't possibly understand the first thing about writing quality TV. Look at the state your little group was in BEFORE I hired you... can it possibly get any worse? So you'll just have to trust me. I know what I'm doing.
S. Weathers: Okay, okay... you got a point. Anything else?
Voice: Yeah, there is. I've gotta make a few phone calls, but I think we're about to make some more talent acquisitions.
S. Weathers: Well, I sure do appreciate all that you and your partner are gonna do for me. Ol' Stormy's gonna be the king of sports entertainment, baby!
Voice: Don't you worry about a thing, Stormy... I'm gonna make you number one. Now, here... take my card, in case you need to call me.
Stormy Weathers takes a card from a stack of them on the desk, and happens to stand with it in close view of the camera as he hesitates one more time. The camera can just barely make out some words on the card: Vickie Romano & Fred Errara: Creative Directors/Scriptwriters.
S. Weathers: Well, make sure y'all call me if anything comes up. It's sure been a pleasure working with you so far, darlin'...
Voice: I wish I could say the same, Stormy. See you later.
Stormy Weathers nods and smiles goofily before standing up and leaving the room, as the camera fades out on the backstage segment.
Well, that was certainly... odd. Stormy Weathers is up to something, and evidently it involves changing the names of the people who work for him. It's probably not too important, since this IS Stormy Weathers that we're talking about here... but regardless, it's time to move onto the next match. "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC is playing over the arena sound system, and Jack Norman is on his way to the ring, preparing to go one-on-one with Dean Sanders. Hell's Bikers and Stiff Competition have been at odds since shortly after Wrestlewar III, and this match, along with the Hamburger Hill Bring Your Own Beer Match scheduled to take place between Bass Rogers and Butch Manson, will continue the feud tonight. Jack Norman enters the ring and bellows loudly at the crowd, getting a chorus of boos in reply, then turns to wait for the entrance of his opponent.
Now "War Machine" by KISS starts playing, and that brings out Dean Sanders to a modest pop from the crowd. Dean Sanders gives up a lot of size to Jack Norman tonight, but without a doubt he's one hell of a tough bastard, despite being a somewhat average-sized man from a pampered upper-class-British background. He could give Jack Norman a hell of a time in a toe-to-toe street fight, to say nothing of his wrestling skills. He walks to the ring with determination and slides inside, and Brendan Powers enters the ring as well, calling for the bell!
Jack Norman
vs.
Dean Sanders
Dean Sanders unleashes some rather painful-looking offense on Jack Norman, using hard, fast punches, expert wrestling takedowns, and leg-based attacks and submission holds to wear down and control his much larger opponent. Jack Norman fights back, getting a little rough with Dean Sanders as he gives him a taste of his own medicine, and dominating with his size by turning the match into a brawl with a few basic power moves and restholds. But Dean Sanders can brawl as well, and begins turning the fight around, hitting Jack Norman with some surprisingly powerful offense of his own as he uses his speed and skill to stay one step ahead. Finally, with Jack Norman reeling, Dean Sanders puts on a standing headscissors and goes for a power bomb, but Jack Norman backdrops out of it! Dean Sanders tries a sunset flip counter, but Jack Norman bends down and grabs him by the throat instead of going over in the sunset flip! He pulls Dean Sanders up by the throat... CHOKESLAM!! That flattened him, and Jack Norman covers and hooks a leg for the three-count!!
Jack
Norman pinned Dean Sanders with the Chokeslam in 0:08:44.
Rating: 1/4*
Jack Norman poses and bellows loudly after his victory, then walks away with no trace of a limp, having evidently recovered miraculously from Dean Sanders's focused attacks on his leg. Shortly after Jack Norman's departure, Dean Sanders gets up, muttering in frustration, and stops to kick the ringsteps on his way out, looking rather displeased. Not only did he fail to beat Jack Norman, he also failed to drag a decent match out of him... what!? Hang on, we're going backstage again, to a locker room where we understand Troy Black going to meet with Brujah. Given their disagreement earlier tonight, this could get interesting... let's go to that now!
Backstage...
Brujah is sitting in a dressing room, talking on a cellular phone, with a lot of frustration evident in his voice and mannerisms.
Brujah: Yeah, you saw the segment. I don't understand this at all... why'd he have to bring in the Grave Digger? ... ... I know. I wish you could be here too, but we can't take that chance. ... ... But anyway, I don't like this. I beat the Grave Digger. But now I'm going to be stuck in his shadow again, shoved under the carpet like--
Suddenly, Troy Black opens the dressing room door without knocking, and steps inside.
Brujah: Hey, I'll call you back. Important business calls. ... Okay. Love ya.
Brujah hangs up the cell phone, and turns to Troy Black with an unconcealed look of irritation on his face.
Brujah: What do you want this time, boss?
T. Black: Brujah... I know you're still angry about what happened a few minutes ago. I just wanted to tell you something. The Grave Digger... he's a tool, and that's all he is. If I wanted a nail hammered into a piece of wood, I wouldn't tell you to do it with your bare hands... I'd get a hammer. He's the hammer, the tool for the job, and Sandis is the nail. And that's all.
Brujah: Yeah? So then what am I?
T. Black: You... you're a friend, an ally, a teammate... you're one of the men I hand-picked to join me in ruling over this company. Look at your VCW Television Title. I wanted you to earn that. I knew that you deserved it, and I wanted you to have the chance to earn it. There will be other chances, and other titles down the road. The Ontario Colour Show and their VCW World Tag Team Titles... Johnny Smiles and his Intercontinental Title... and after Tony Garcia's had his run with it, I think you deserve a chance or two at winning the big title... the VCW World Title. ... But of course all that will come in time.
Brujah: I don't know if I buy that or not.
T. Black: I understand how you feel... but I'm not Strahd. There's no glass ceiling here. I'm not some selfish, paranoid megalomaniac who's holding you down. On the contrary, I was talking to Tony and watching some old tapes recently, and do you know who you remind me of? My father. You've got that same viciousness and determination, and some of the same personality... to put it simply, we're impressed. Maybe I misspoke when I called you a friend, an ally, and a teammate, because that doesn't really describe it. We're not blood relatives... but as far as I'm concerned, you're family. The Grave Digger's just another huge piece of muscle, but you... you've been chosen for greatness.
Brujah's eyes widen considerably as he thinks about what Troy Black just said.
Brujah: So... wait. You're serious about this? You and Tony actually said this?
T. Black: I have two brothers, Bruce and Gabriel. There isn't as much of my father in the two of them combined as there is in you. The best way I can put it is... Gabriel was always stuck on the idea of his destiny, and I hate to sound like him... but you're destined for something. And Tony, Rebecca, Lorenzo, and I... we can help you get there. And we will.
Brujah: Wow... I don't really know what to tell you. I guess... I'm sorry for doubting you earlier.
Brujah sticks out his hand for a handshake, but Troy Black brushes his hand aside.
T. Black: No. There's not going to be a handshake.
Troy Black steps forward and hugs Brujah, who seems a little bit surprised before he almost reluctantly returns the hug. After a few seconds, Troy Black steps away.
T. Black: Keep this in mind during your match tonight. The future holds untold rewards for you, but only if you can step up and earn them.
Brujah: Yeah... I'll remember that.
Troy Black steps out of the room, as Brujah stares after him, as if not quite sure of what he just heard. The camera fades out on the locker room scene.
Evidently, Troy Black has big plans for Brujah... but is there some connection here that we don't know about? Perhaps, but there's no time to think about that now... we've got another match coming up now, and we're going to head straight into that. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Rex Richards, Sophie, and Komachi, along with Minako, to a loud round of boos from the crowd. Once again, Komachi's dressed to fight in a leotard and wrestling boots, while Sophie's still wearing the "Superman" T-shirt and leather pants from earlier and practically bursting with excitement, as opposed to the other two, who seem to dread the thought of teaming with her.
They enter the ring, and Rex Richards removes his robe and poses in the middle with a flashing red and gold spotlight shining down on him as the three women perform a karate sequence around him, then drape themselves over his massive physique. He takes off his sunglasses and hangs them in the cleavage of Minako's top, but he isn't going for a microphone... he seems to be all business, going into this match.
And he should be... "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath kicks on, and the crowd bursts into cheers as that brings out Devaccio Pola, flanked by Melissa DelArmeggio and Christina Ellis... and he's eagerly charging to the ring, with violence on his mind! Melissa DelArmeggio and Christina Ellis are following behind him as he slides into the ring... and Jerry Rogers climbs as well, calling for the bell to begin this match!
"Double R" Rex
Richards, Komachi, & Sophie
w/Minako
vs.
Devaccio Pola, Melissa DelArmeggio, & Christina Ellis
Against Rex Richards's orders, Sophie steps forward immediately to do battle with Devaccio Pola, playfully going into a karate stance with a predatory smile on her face... and is quickly reduced to sobbing on the mat and begging for mercy after Devaccio Pola matches her karate stance, then begins stiffing the living hell out of her. Mercifully, Devaccio Pola lets her get up and crawl to the corner, where she tags in Rex Richards. The match progresses more or less normally from there, though Rex Richards and Komachi are careful not to tag Sophie in again, despite her pleas to be let in, instead fighting the match on their own.
Eventually Komachi manages to isolate Christina Ellis and take the advantage, and she tags in Rex Richards, who begins dishing a beating of his own out to Christina Ellis, using his massive size and power advantage to good effect. Finally, he seems to tire of slapping her around, then hooks her for a DDT... but before executing the move, he grabs a handful of her backside and squeezes it firmly! Christina Ellis lets out an outraged, muffled squeal and squirms in his grasp... then nails him with a low blow! Rex Richards drops to the mat, releasing Christina Ellis, and they both head for their corners and make the tag! Christina Ellis tags in Melissa DelArmeggio.... and Rex Richards goes to tag in Komachi, but Sophie steps in front and tags herself in!
Sophie lets out an unintelligible battle cry and charges Melissa... but takes a kick to the face as a result. Melissa begins destroying Sophie, who responds once again by whimpering and curling up on the mat pathetically. Komachi and Rex Richards charge to her defense, but are met by Christina Ellis and Devaccio Pola. Melissa DelArmeggio takes Sophie down with a piledriver, then begins heading up to the top turnbuckle... but Amy Lin comes running out of the backstage area, and she's got a lead pipe! Melissa sees Amy Lin coming, and leaps off of the top turnbuckle at her... but Amy catches her in the chest with the pipe on the way down!! And Jerry Rogers didn't see a thing, being distracted by the other brawls in the ring! Melissa curls up on the floor, paralyzed by pain, and Amy Lin quickly grabs her and rolls her inside, and Sophie scrambles over her, hooking a leg for the cover... and now Jerry Rogers turns around, and counts three before Devaccio Pola or Christina Ellis can make the save!
Rex
Richards, Komachi, and Sophie defeated Devaccio Pola, Melissa
DelArmeggio, and Christina Ellis when Sophie defeated Melissa via
pinfall in 0:13:27.
Rating: * 1/4
Amy Lin just directs a nasty smile into the ring at Melissa's curled-up carcass, then turns and walks backstage. But with the match over, Komachi immediately spits blue mist into Christina Ellis's face and takes her down with a huge kick to the head, then clobbers Devaccio Pola from behind, and begins helping Rex Richards to attack him. Rex Richards and Komachi put Devaccio Pola in a double front facelock, then drop him to the mat with a double DDT! As they admire their handiwork, Sophie rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone on the outside...
Sophie: I did it! I did it!! A winner is me!! I've defeated my opponents, and once again the universe is safe! I'm one BAAAAD muckerfeather now!! And VCW World Champion David Wright Hubbard... you're next!!
Sophie seems like she's inclined to say more, but Rex Richards quickly rolls out of the ring, then grabs the microphone and takes it away from her, drawing an angry, pouty glare from her. Hopefully, David Wright Hubbard will ignore that little challenge from Sophie... everyone else seems inclined to do just that, as Rex Richards, Minako, and Komachi escort her backstage, carefully keeping her away from any more microphones. Trainers come out to help Melissa DelArmeggio, Devaccio Pola, and Christina Ellis backstage after the attack, but Devaccio Pola fights off the people who came out to help him and walks backstage by himself with a frustrated snarl on his face.
We're going to go right into our next match now... "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing, and that brings out Lance Errington. Last night, he fared pretty well for himself... until he met up with Crimson, at which point he was quickly annihilated and removed from the ring. He seems unwashed, apathetic, and disgusted with the people around him, as usual, as he makes his way to the ring, wearing a white T-shirt with grease stains and a pair of torn, dirty blue jeans. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone.
L. Errington: Last night, the universe once again showed me that there's no happiness in this world for me. Last night, I tried my hardest to win the Big Fight, to prove to myself and maybe a few others that Lance Errington isn't a waste of human life... maybe even restore those long-dead things called "pride" and "dignity" that I once had. But once again, there was nothing but pain and misery in the cards for me, and Fate made that abundantly clear when she saw to it that Crimson lashed out at me above all others, for no natural reason. Crimson attacked me last night, and I didn't deserve it... but such is merely a part of the suffering that I call my lot in life.
Lance Errington stops and turns his head in a coughing fit, then spits to the outside of the ring and raises the microphone to continue speaking, as the crowd boos. What a bunch of whining...
L. Errington: But so it goes. I could go on and on for several hours about all of my problems like a vocalist for some shitty heavy metal rap group trying to sell CDs to high school kids, but to be honest I have no further reason to waste my breath on you pathetic human swine. Tonight, the bookers tell me I'm here to face Robert Danson. He's done nothing to me, and I have no quarrel with him... but just like any member of the depraved, teeming cesspool of vermin collectively known as the human race, I'm a sick, sadistic motherfucker. And that means that tonight I'm going to hurt Robert Danson, because I'm frustrated and depressed, and hurting people makes me feel better.
"Blinded By The Light" by Manfred Mann begins playing over the arena sound system, and Robert Danson steps out of the backstage area, along with Nicole, to a mild pop from the crowd. He did pretty well for himself last night, making it all the way to the final four in the Big Fight before being eliminated by Crimson. He begins making his way to the ring, carrying a microphone, and climbs inside with Lance Errington, then claps him on the shoulder and gives him a good-natured smile.
R. Danson: Hey, Lance... there's no need for all this, man! Cheer up! Sure, maybe Crimson attacked you last night, and I can vouch for the fact that getting your ass handed to you by Crimson's no picnic... but look at all you've got going for you. You're a strapping man with a lot of wrestling skill, a two-time former VCW Intercontinental Champion, and really you're not such a bad guy. I mean, I know that sometimes I feel like complaining about how cruel life can be, but--
L. Errington: Shut the fuck up. Look at you... talking about life being cruel, with your million-dollar smile, your pockets full of money, and your sexy girlfriend... you wouldn't know a damn thing about how hard life can be.
R. Danson: Hey, it's not my fault that I'm rich, attractive, and likable, okay?
L. Errington: Ha... you remind me of myself, before I lost all my shields and illusions. But now the money's gone, my girl left me for a beer-swilling cripple, and my looks... fuck it, I'm a few years' worth of bladejobs and broken noses away from being another ugly old wrestler trying to find the ring rats who're skanky enough to settle for less than this year's sexy young babyface. Someday you'll find out that there's more to life than great sex, eighty dollar dinners at Italian restaurants, and a gang of friends and fans lining up to kiss your ass. Someday you'll find out what it's like to be too miserable to live, but too scared of death to kill yourself. But tonight, you're about to find out what it's like to fight a man who just doesn't care anymore.
Lance Errington just dropped the microphone and nailed Robert Danson! Linda Peterson climbs into the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is underway!
Lance Errington
vs.
Robert Danson
w/Nicole
True to his claims before the match, Lance Errington starts off with some sadistic, painful-looking offense, keeping Robert Danson off-guard with gratuitous eye gouges and low blows that draw impotent warnings from Linda Peterson, then getting technical and going to work on one of his massive, powerful legs, intending to set up the Scorpion Deathlock. Robert Danson fights back gamely, using his own considerable technical skill and power advantage to work over Lance Errington, but each time Robert Danson seems to have the match well in hand, Lance Errington cuts him off with some kind of cheap shot. The match then spills outside the ring, where Lance Errington continues the punishment, introducing Robert Danson's head to several metal fixtures at ringside, and choking him with microphone cables.
Lance Errington takes Robert Danson back into the ring and applies a kneebar in the center. It takes a lot of drawn-out, pained struggling by Robert Danson to escape, but eventually he makes it to the ropes. But he's still in a lot of trouble, as Lance Errington scoops him up, then bodyslams him in the center of the ring and grabs his legs. He's going for the Scorpion Deathlock... but Robert Danson reaches up and punches him as he bends down while stepping through, then kicks him off! Lance Errington is flung back into the corner, and Robert Danson forces himself to his feet, and begins making a comeback, still hobbling on his bad leg as he unloads on Lance Errington, tearing into him with hard-hitting power offense.
With Lance Errington seemingly almost beat, Robert Danson scoops him up across a shoulder, and takes a running start... he's going for the Running Powerslam! But his injured leg collapses under him, and he falls backwards with Lance Errington on top of him! Lance Errington hooks Robert Danson's tights and puts his feet on the ropes, and Linda Peterson counts... but Nicole shoves Lance Errington's feet off the ropes and pulls him back, breaking the pin! Lance Errington gets up, and immediately tells Linda Peterson that Nicole just broke the pin. Linda Peterson starts questioning Nicole, who begins trying to set her straight... but Robert Danson's getting to his feet, and Lance Errington's going inside his blue jeans... and he pulls out a pair of brass knuckles! Robert Danson looks up just in time to get a brass-knuckled punch to the side of the head, which knocks him back down to the mat. Lance Errington slides the knuckles back into his pants just before Linda Peterson turns around, then grabs Robert Danson's legs and applies the Scorpion Deathlock... and the submission's academic, considering that Robert Danson's only semi-conscious after the blow from the knuckles.
Lance
Errington made Robert Danson submit to the Scorpion Deathlock in
0:11:14.
Rating: **
Lance Errington's won this match, but he's not releasing the Scorpion Deathlock... he's continuing to hold it on and pull back on it, until finally Linda Peterson threatens him with disqualification. He finally gives up the hold and rolls out of the ring, stealing a contemptful glare back into the ring as Nicole comes in to kneel at Robert Danson's side and check on him. He finally gets up, holding his head and limping, and begins making his way backstage. But before we go to our next match, where Tim Bell receives a rematch against Brujah for the VCW Television Title, we understand there's yet more backstage footage to be seen, as a camera prepares to catch Tim Bell on his way to the ring. Let's go to that, again courtesy of the Big Brother Production Team.
Backstage...
A camera sees Jennie standing in a lounge area backstage, with a payphone, a water fountain, and several chairs and vending machines, wearing black leather shorts and a black tank top, with the VCW T & A Title belt slung over one shoulder. She buys a package of peanut-butter sandwich crackers from one of the vending machines, and eats them as she leans against the wall. Tim Bell walks up on the scene, looking relieved to have found her.
T. Bell: Jennie...there you are. I've been looking for you for a while. My match is up next... are you coming out with me?
Jennie: Sorry... I was just out getting a snack and hanging around. And I'd be happy to go out there with you tonight.
Jennie finishes the crackers, then takes a drink of water from the water fountain, and begins walking with Tim Bell.
Jennie: You know, you really kicked some butt last night in the Big Fight. Who's the victim tonight, anyway?
T. Bell: Brujah. I'm coming to get my belt back tonight, and show that what happened last week was a fluke.
Jennie suddenly stops walking, as a queasy look comes over her face. Tim Bell notices, and turns to her with a look of concern.
T. Bell: You okay?
Jennie: It feels like there's some sort of pain in my stomach... but I'm okay.
They continue walking, and Jennie turns to Tim Bell again, looking a little pale and shaky.
Jennie: So... what're Owen and Paul doing tonight?
T. Bell: They've got a non-title match with Idol and Solomon. We would've told you earlier, but we didn't--
Tim Bell trails off as Jennie stops in her tracks again, and a second later her eyes widen as a pained look crosses her face.
T. Bell: Are you sure you're okay?
Jennie: Actually... er... not really. There must have been something in those crackers...
T. Bell: What're you talking about?
Jennie's face turns bright red as she looks away from Tim Bell
Jennie: I... uh... think I need to... go to the bathroom.
T. Bell: You do seem like you're not quite well... go ahead and sit this one out. I can handle this one myself.
Jennie: Yeah... that's what I'll do. I'm sorry about this...
T. Bell: Don't apologize... I know. People get sick. It happens.
Jennie: Thanks for understanding.
T. Bell: Really, it's okay. If you're sick, you're sick. That's how it is...
Jennie: Ehh... yeah. Well, I'll be in the bathroom... see you later!
Jennie turns and walks quickly away from Tim Bell, who stares after her with a bit of a confused look before turning and continuing to make his way to the ring.
That was a little bit odd... this makes the second night in a row that Jennie has been absent from ringside for one of the Technicians' matches. She won the VCW T & A Title last night, but wasn't present when the Ontario Colour Show took on the Wrecking Crew and the Manhunters... and now, tonight, she won't be there for Tim Bell's rematch with Brujah for the VCW Television Title. Indeed, "Through The Never" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and Tim Bell comes out of the backstage area alone, to a modest pop from the crowd. He put forth a highly respectable performance in the Big Fight last night, lasting twenty-five minutes after being the first man in, and he might be able to get back into his usual stride pretty quickly tonight if he can prove that Brujah's victory over him last week was a fluke.
"Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing... and what's this all about!? Here comes Brujah, accompanied by Rebecca Black, and evidently he's using some new entrance music. He steps out of the backstage area, wearing the VCW Television Title, and walks slowly to the ring, never taking his eyes off of Tim Bell. He stops at the ring and takes the VCW Television Title belt off, laying it carefully across the apron, then cracks his knuckles, rolls his neck and shoulders, and slides into the ring. He and Tim Bell begin stalking one another, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!
For the VCW Television Title:
Brujah (c)
w/Rebecca Black
vs.
Tim Bell
The match opens much as their last encounter did; Tim Bell quickly takes the advantage with his superior technical skills, and begins working over Brujah, this time focusing on his neck by suplexing him repeatedly, striking out at it with elbows, and using a few neckbreakers as well. But just like before, Brujah keeps getting up, almost as if the pain brings a new viciousness and determination to him. He lashes out at Tim Bell with his own offense, giving him a beating that's stiff and painful as hell, if not quite so technically sound. Once again, Brujah's targeting Tim Bell's back, working it over savagely to set up his Power Bomb. Though Tim Bell's technical expertise and quickness enable him to spend more time in control, Brujah just keeps coming back and lashing out violently.
Noting Tim Bell's superior wrestling ability, Brujah takes the match to the outside of the ring, and there he gains a big advantage, brawling with Tim Bell and slamming him head-first into some of the fixtures at ringside. Brujah briefly leaves off of his offense to ask Bobcat McGavin about something, distracting him long enough for Rebecca Black to sneak in a gratuitous low blow on Tim Bell, then goes back to the offense, attacking him again and rolling him back into the ring. Here, Brujah steps up the offense, giving Tim Bell a few brutal snap suplexes, then nearly decapitates him first with a Yakuza kick, then with a lariat, after which a pin attempt gets a count of two and three-quarters. Sensing victory nearby, Brujah puts on a standing headscissors, and lifts Tim Bell for the Power Bomb... but it's countered into a Frankensteiner! And Tim Bell cradles his legs for the pin... but only gets two and three-quarters!
Brujah gets up and charges with another lariat, but this time Tim Bell ducks, then pops him in the face with a savate kick. Tim Bell continues to wear down his neck with a few more suplexes, but it soon becomes clear that his battered back is tiring. He takes Brujah down with a DDT, and makes the cover... but only gets two and three-quarters! But Brujah's still down, and Tim Bell goes up to the top turnbuckle... FROG SPLASH!! But Brujah gets a pair of knees up into his midsection! Tim Bell collapses on the mat, clutching his midsection... and Brujah's starting to pull himself to his feet. Tim Bell gets up, shortly after Brujah... and Brujah kicks him in the face, knocking him back down to the mat! Tim Bell starts to get up again... but this time, Brujah pulls him into a standing headscissors! He lifts him up... POWER BOMB!! Tim Bell's been flattened on the mat, and Brujah covers... and gets two and nine-tenths before Tim Bell somehow throws a shoulder up!
Brujah pulls Tim Bell up again, Undaunted, Brujah pulls up Tim Bell's limp carcass, and places him on the top turnbuckle. He's climbing up with him, looking to end this match with a top-rope power bomb, just like their meeting last week! He pulls him up... TOP-ROPE POWERBOMB!! No, Tim Bell counters, flipping him over with the Top-Rope Frankensteiner!! Brujah's down, and Tim Bell crawls across him... but Brujah gets a shoulder up in the tiniest fraction of a second before the three-count! Tim Bell gets up, scarcely believing the fight that Brujah's putting up, but ready to continue fighting. He whips Brujah into one of the corners... no, Brujah reverses it, and Tim Bell collides back-first with the turnbuckles! He staggers out... and Brujah doubles him over with a kick to the midsection! He puts on the standing headscissors and quickly lifts him... POWER BOMB!! He hit it a second time, and goes for the cover... and this time, it gets three!
Brujah
pinned Tim Bell with the Power Bomb in 0:12:06.
Rating: ** 1/4
(Brujah retained the VCW Television Title.)
For the second week in a row, Brujah has beaten Tim Bell, and he rolls out of the ring with the VCW Television Title, clutching his neck, and begins heading backstage with Rebecca Black. Tim Bell's laid out after that second Power Bomb, and it's not looking like Brujah's first victory over him was much of a fluke anymore. As he's helped to the backstage area, we understand that Ziggy Adderloaf is backstage with the Ontario Colour Show as they prepare to head to the ring for their non-title match with the Hammer of the Gods. Let's go to that now...
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show. Owen Addison looks rather grumpy, while Paul Canyon, though not happy, seems more stoic regarding what we've just seen.
Z. Adderloaf: Well, as we just saw, Tim Bell once again failed to defeat Brujah in a rematch--
O. Addison: Save it, Ziggy. Make no mistake about it... Tim Bell's still one of the greatest technical wrestlers the world has ever seen. Maybe he's lost a step or two, but what you saw tonight is not what you should expect to see in the future. He'll get that title back. Brujah's luck can't hold out forever.
Z. Adderloaf: Well, apart from that, you've got a non-title match against...
Ziggy Adderloaf trails off as Jennie enters the room, seeming a bit nervous as she does so.
Z. Adderloaf: Hey, Jennie! I saw the earlier segment... are you feeling any better now?
Jennie: Yeah, I think so. I--
O. Addison: Listen... as you may or may not know, Tim just got beat out there. And since I KNOW for a FACT that Tim Bell's a better technical wrestler than Brujah, I think maybe it had something to do with you not being out there with him to neutralize Rebecca Black. You took the night off last night, and you no-showed his match tonight... what's the deal!?
Jennie: Hey, I was sick! And you can't go blaming me for Tim losing to Brujah tonight. It's not my fault... maybe Brujah really is a better technical wrestler than Tim Bell!
Owen Addison's eyes widen in disbelief and outrage at the very idea that Jennie puts forth.
O. Addison: And maybe you're an empty-headed bimbo who wouldn't know the first thing about technical wrestling if it jumped up and bit you on the--
P. Canyon: Damn it, Owen, don't talk to her like that!
Everyone stops and turns to stare at Paul Canyon, who's no longer standing in a stoic, neutral manner to the side, after stepping forward and cutting Owen off.
P. Canyon: Guys... we'll talk about this later. We can all calm down and think this through, and I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for everything. But right now, instead of turning on each other, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon are waiting for a non-title match, and we have to show them that the titles don't have to be on the line for us to demonstrate that we're still the greatest tag team in VCW history. Okay?
O. Addison: Fine. But when you put the WE in the phrase "we're the greatest tag team in history", that's two people. Me and you, Paul. So Jennie... you haven't had a problem taking time off recently... go ahead and take the night off. Go powder your nose in the bathroom or whatever you have to do.
Jennie: Okay, I'll do that. But don't blame me for not being there if you guys get beat tonight.
O. Addison: Believe me... that won't even be an issue. Come on, Paul... we've got a match, and we're wasting our time.
P. Canyon: Okay. Jennie... I'll try to get in touch with you later. Sorry about all this.
The Ontario Colour Show walks out of the scene, as Jennie stares after them with a mix of anger, sadness, and frustration on her face. Ziggy Adderloaf turns to Jennie and puts a hand on her shoulder.
Z. Adderloaf: Hey, Jennie... listen, if you need to talk to somebody about this, I'll be happy to lend a sympathetic ear. People say I'm a real sensitive guy... I make Phil Donahue look like a truck driver.
Jennie: ... I don't think that's gonna happen. I've got to sort this out on my own, Ziggy.
Jennie turns and walks off the scene as well, as Ziggy Adderloaf stares after her, disappointed, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
There seems to be a little more inner turmoil in the Technicians than we had thought... that could bode ill for the Ontario Colour Show tonight, because they're facing two men who have been arguably their most determined and challenging rivals to date in Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon. And sure enough, "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin kicks on over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Hammer of the Gods, along with Jasmina Chastity, begin heading to the ring. They climb into the ring, and pose for the crowd on opposite turnbuckles, earning a loud chorus of boos... then Jacob Idol grabs a microphone.
J. Idol: Before we destroy those second-rate imitation champions in the Ontario Colour Show, I think it's time that we do them a little favor. We just saw that little backstage chat, and I figured we could help to clear up a little bit of misunderstanding. They're worried because Jennie's been gone from time to time, skipping out on their matches, and they don't know why. I'll tell you why. Maybe you remember her talking about seeing someone special after she won the T & A Title? ... Well, maybe seeing's the wrong word. Maybe a more appropriate word would be "screwing"... or even "fucking". But in terms of who she's been with... I think we should hear that straight from the source.
Jacob Idol takes the microphone... and hands it to Rob Solomon!? What the hell's this all about!? Rob Solomon's face spreads into an ear-to-ear grin as he raises the microphone, and the crowd explodes into boos.
R. Solomon: And that would be me. But it shouldn't surprise anyone. Just take one look at Jennie, and the guys she hangs around with. The Ontario Colour Show... a pair of tie-dye wearing, tooty-fruity punks in technicolor tights... and let's not forget Mr. Personality, Tim Bell... nobody gave a damn about him in the nineties, and nobody gives a damn about him now... I mean, as you all just saw, he got his ass kicked by Brujah. Hey... I've got some news for you, Tim... just because you're able to do a few suplexes and a top-rope Frankensteiner doesn't make you a great technician.
But as I was saying... given the options among the cesspool that Jennie calls her friends, it's no surprise that she'd resort to turning to other men. And it all started at the Big Fight, when I was just leaving the trainer's room after getting my neck checked out after taking the Tiger Driver '91... and I ran into Jennie, who was having a little trouble keeping her clothes on in the excitement after winning the VCW T & A Title. Now, being a gentleman and all, I graciously offered to share the bed in my hotel room that evening, and she graciously accepted... and let's just say that as the night went on, my neck was the least of my worries.
Now, I'm not normally inclined to spoil an innocent young slut's fun, and normally I'd never stoop so low as to boast about my conquests... but after she played sick in order to get into my pants one more time just a few minutes ago, I decided I'd do the best thing for everyone, and just come out with the truth. And the truth is that yes, I fucked Jennie last night, and yes, I fucked her again not more than ten minutes ago, and each time I had her squealing, screaming my name, begging me not to stop!! Your skanky little tag-along's sleeping with the enemy, and loving every damn minute of it!!
What!?!? Is this true!? The crowd boos loudly as Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon turn and exchange a laugh... and "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica fires up over the arena sound system, bringing forth the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon... and they're charging straight to the ring! Taking only the briefest of stops to set the belts aside on the ring apron, they slide into the ring and begin attacking Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon! Brendan Powers climbs into the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!
Non-Title Match:
Ontario Colour Show
vs.
Hammer of the Gods
(Jacob Idol & Rob Solomon)
w/Jasmina Chastity
As the brawl dies down, the match settles to a one-on-one situation, and long-time enemies Owen Addison and Jacob Idol start the match, as is usually the case. Jacob Idol feigns an attempt on Owen Addison's right arm and shoulder, but simply kicks Owen in the gut as he prepares to counter an armwringer that was never intended. Owen Addison doubles over, and Jacob Idol takes the advantage, then begins going after the arm and shoulder after taking firm control of the match. Rob Solomon gets the tag, and he comes in for a turn on offense, pelting Owen Addison with a series of kicks, then taking him down with a shoulderbreaker. He continues to assault Owen Addison, but the advantage shifts when Owen Addison catches his foot on a kick and takes him down in a dragon screw into a half Boston, forcing him to scramble for the ropes.
Owen Addison regains the advantage, and he and Paul Canyon take turns working over Rob Solomon, with their attacks carrying a little more viciousness than usual, no doubt due to anger at Rob Solomon's pre-match comments. But the Ontario Colour Show also seems less focused and less unified, operating as two reasonably apt, aggressive singles wrestlers rather than a well-oiled tag team composed of two technical masters. Within a few minutes, this lack of focus enables Rob Solomon to catch Paul Canyon with a jawbreaker, then tag in Jacob Idol, who promptly picks up the advantage and goes to work taking apart Paul Canyon's right leg, no doubt to cut off his high-flying ability.
Idol and Solomon take turns working over Paul Canyon, keeping him isolated from his corner, where Owen Addison waits in a state of extreme frustration. This isn't lost on Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, who goad him into rushing into the ring several times, which results in Brendan Powers reprimanding Owen Addison while Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon double-team Paul Canyon in the corner. For several minutes, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon isolate Paul Canyon, viciously decimating his leg and seldom making pin attempts, as if they'd rather hurt him than defeat him. And that's actually probably pretty close to the truth... this is a non-title match, after all, and the Hammer of the Gods would probably rather weaken the Ontario Colour Show for a title match down the road than score a victory that doesn't bring them the titles!
When Paul Canyon appears to be near the breaking point, Rob Solomon takes him down with a kneebreaker, then puts on a half Boston in the middle of the ring. An evil, triumphant smile crosses his face as he leans back on the hold, and Paul Canyon begins slowly struggling to get to his corner. But in spite of Rob Solomon wrenching tighter and tighter on the hold and trying to hold his ground, Paul Canyon eventually drags himself to the corner and tags in Owen Addison! The crowd erupts, and Owen Addison goes on the offensive, assaulting Rob Solomon viciously, and unleashing some offense on Jacob Idol when he comes in as well. But Paul Canyon's leg is too severely worn down for him to come in to even up the odds, and Owen Addison can only stand against Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon for so long, eventually turning around into a kick to the head from Rob Solomon after taking Jacob Idol down with a dropkick.
Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon set to work on Owen Addison now, isolating him and taking him apart as they did with Paul Canyon, focusing on his previously-injured right shoulder. Paul Canyon's less volatile temper and ailing leg prevent him from rushing the ring when taunted by his opponents, so they find fewer opportunities to double-team Owen Addison, but they still manage an effective job of dismantling him for a few minutes. Finally, Rob Solomon plants him with a Russian legsweep, then goes to the top turnbuckle and comes off with the Katana Legdrop... but Owen Addison rolls out of the way!! Both men make their way slowly to their corners, and tags are made, to Jacob Idol and Paul Canyon!
Paul Canyon comes in, and despite his still-hurting leg manages to fight off both men as Owen Addison tries to shake off the effects of their offense, then comes in to help him. The Ontario Colour Show takes control with all four men in the ring, but once again, they seem to be working as unfocused individuals, and that point's driven home sharply when Owen Addison unthinkingly whips Rob Solomon into Paul Canyon's back. Paul Canyon staggers forward, right into a kneelift from Jacob Idol that doubles him over, then a standing headscissors and a piledriver... but Rob Solomon staggers back into a backdrop driver from Owen Addison!! Owen Addison looks up, and notices his partner down and Jacob Idol up, and immediately rushes Jacob Idol, attacking him viciously... but with his arm in its wounded state, Jacob Idol quickly outbrawls him, backing him into a corner.
Paul Canyon gets up and comes from behind, lifting Jacob Idol up onto his shoulders, then motioning for Owen Addison to go up to the top turnbuckle. We've seen this a few times before... they're looking for an elevated flying somersault neckbreaker here, and this could do it! Owen Addison comes off the top... but Paul Canyon's leg gives out beneath him, and Jacob Idol pulls him down into a Victory Roll, as Owen Addison sails over top of them... right into a lariat from a just-recovered Rob Solomon! Meanwhile, Brendan Powers counts as Jacob Idol holds the Victory Roll on Paul Canyon for a three-count!
The
Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon) defeated The
Ontario Colour Show when Idol pinned P. Canyon after a Victory
Roll in 0:17:53.
Rating: *** 3/4
The crowd boos loudly as Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon roll out of the ring, raising their hands in victory. Jacob Idol and Jasmina Chastity exchange an embrace on the outside of the ring, and Rob Solomon grabs a microphone...
R. Solomon: Jennie... that one was especially for you, babe. Come on by the hotel room if you feel like another round of celebration, because I've gotta say... kicking your pathetic friends' asses really turned me on!!
This isn't necessary at all... fortunately, he's not sticking around to say any more, instead opting to head backstage with his partner and Jasmina Chastity. Either way you slice it, this situation's pretty messed up... either Rob Solomon's a lying scumbag, or Jennie has some serious issues to work out regarding where her loyalties lie. The situation's clearly getting to the Ontario Colour Show... they were definitely off a few steps tonight.
Now a table's being brought to the ring, along with a huge covered tray. The table's set up in the ring, and the tray is placed upon it, and the lid is raised to reveal a pyramid constructed of a few dozen quarter-pound hamburgers stacked on top of each other... that would be the Hamburger Hill. The pieces are in place, now, as VCW prepares to have its first-ever Hamburger Hill Bring Your Own Beer Match!! The object of this match is to eat five hamburgers before your opponent can, and anything goes. The combatants are even allowed to chase down their hamburgers with beer at their choosing, but as the stipulation indicates, they must bring their own beer to exercise that option.
"Highway To Hell" by AC/DC begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Butch Manson staggers out of the backstage area, carrying a thirty-pack of Budweiser that's obviously nearly a dozen short of a thirty-pack. And by the way Butch Manson's staggering to the ring, it's not hard to guess where those beers went... he's totally blitzed already! He staggers towards the ring, but is prevented by Jerry Rogers from entering the ring and getting too near the Hamburger Hill just yet. Both men must start this match outside of the ring.
And now "War Machine " by KISS begins playing, and that brings forth Bass Rogers, who's carrying two massive coolers, one under each arm!! He's obviously prepared for this match. He sets both coolers up on the apron... and he charges Butch Manson immediately, pounding away at him! Butch Manson returns fire with some punches of his own as Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, and this match is on!
Hamburger Hill Bring Your Own Beer Match:
Bass Rogers
vs.
Butch Manson
Bass Rogers quickly takes the upper hand on the outside, whaling away at Butch Manson, then ramming him head-first into the ringsteps. Bass Rogers reaches into his cooler and pulls out a can of Coors, then climbs into the ring... and he's not wasting any time! He walks up to the Hamburger Hill on the table and begins rapidly inhaling a hamburger, taking it in three massive bites, then chases it down with the can of beer! But as he does so, Butch Manson climbs into the ring behind him and clobbers him from behind! Butch Manson clobbers Bass Rogers repeatedly, then pulls a pair of brass knuckles out of his pants and nails him with those! Bass Rogers goes down, and Butch Manson crouches on top of him, nailing him repeatedly with the brass knuckles, as the crowd boos!
With Bass Rogers down and laid out, Butch Manson takes the opportunity to grab his case of beer. He manages to eat three hamburgers, following each with a large swig of beer, but as he reaches for a fourth, Bass Rogers gets up behind him and clobbers him from behind! Butch Manson goes for his brass knuckles and swings drunkenly at Bass Rogers, but Bass Rogers blocks, then begins hammering him with massive blows! He rams his head into the table with the Hamburger Hill on it, then backs him up against the ropes with a series of punches, before knocking him out over the top with a massive right hand! Bass Rogers turns around and quickly stuffs another hamburger into his face, then reaches into his cooler and grabs another bottle of beer, which he opens and begins drinking... only to start coughing and sputtering, spitting it out! He looks at the bottle in disgust, and the camera can just barely make out an O'Douls label on it. Tossing that bottle aside, he finds a bottle of Foster's, which is evidently more to his liking.
Bass Rogers takes a deep drink of the beer and turns to the table to start on a third hamburger, but Butch Manson comes into the ring from behind, and nails him with a low blow! Bass Rogers doubles over, and Butch Manson pulls him into a standing headscissors... and gives him a piledriver! Bass Rogers is down, and Butch Manson quickly stuffs a fourth hamburger into his mouth, then finishes Bass Rogers's bottle of Foster's and holds it by the neck, waiting for him to get up!! Bass Rogers gets up... and BUTCH MANSON BREAKS THE BOTTLE OVER HIS HEAD!! But Bass Rogers doesn't even flinch!! He bellows "YOU DRANK MY BEER, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" and rushes Butch Manson, grabbing the hand that holds the broken neck of the bottle! Bass Rogers forces Butch Manson's hand to turn around, then forces it back, forcing the broken neck of the bottle into his forehead, then grinding it in!!
Butch Manson is busted open in a rather nasty manner, and now Bass Rogers doubles him over with a kneelift and puts him in a standing headscissors!! He lifts him up... POWER BOMB!! But he's not done... he's powering him back up, and that's no easy feat with a man who weighs over two hundred and fifty pounds... and he gives him a second power bomb!! Butch Manson is laid out, and Bass Rogers brings his cooler to the table, then quickly devours a third, fourth, and fifth hamburger, following each with a large swig from one of the beers in his cooler! That'll win this match for Bass Rogers!!
Hamburger Hill Bring
Your Own Beer Match:
Bass Rogers (5) defeated Butch Manson (4) in 0:07:54.
Rating: -** 1/2
Well, that was certainly one of the most wild and nonsensical moments in VCW history... but Bass Rogers isn't done yet! He has already won the match, but he's still shovelling hamburgers into his mouth and following them with large swigs of beer! The match is over, but from the looks of things, Bass Rogers's dinner isn't! This is completely ridiculous... and there's probably no better time to cut away to a tape of Sandis Arlington, where he comments on his appearance in VCW last night.
Video Footage...
Sandis Arlington is shown sitting in a dimly lit lounge area, facing the camera as turns to face him. His face is set in a grim, but unconcerned expression, his murky eyes revealing almost nothing of what's going through his mind.
S. Arlington: It's a little funny, the reaction that my actions last night generated. As I wandered through the locker room backstage, watching with amusement all of the little games being played that I had only read about in insider newsletters, I saw something else. People stopped when they saw me, and their faces lit up with hope. They thanked me for standing against the Black Plague, either with words or with grateful smiles. I was even called the savior of VCW.
An expression of faint amusement crosses Sandis's face as he pauses before continuing.
S. Arlington: I think it's time to clear up that misconception now. When I appeared after the main event last night, I wasn't intervening for the sake of a suicidal, melon-breasted high-school dropout or an unoriginal, crippled redneck whose only qualifications as VCW World Champion are being too stupid to know when to quit and the ability to say "whip your ass" in a particularly menacing tone. My only purpose there was to show Troy Black that Sandis Arlington is here in VCW, and that I'm coming for him and there's not a thing that the rest of the Black Plague can do about it. Nothing more, nothing less, nothing else.
People who want to believe that I'm the savior of VCW should know that, by my own words, that's not what I am. Though I'm here to slay the monster, that doesn't make me a knight in shining armor. Because once Troy Black has fallen at my feet, I don't intend to ride off into the sunset... I'm coming for the VCW World Title, and David Wright Hubbard, Melissa, Falcon, or anyone else who stands in my way will find out the hard way that I'm a competitor, not a savior... just before they find out first hand why I'm the greatest wrestler ever to set foot in a VCW ring.
Troy... you're the first target, and the biggest one. But I'm not here to fight your henchmen and yes-men... the notion of Brujah, Amy, or Desmond against Sandis Arlington in VCW is every bit as much a joke as it was in SMCW. Even Tony Garcia... I'm sure he'd give me a brief challenge, but that's not what I want. What I want is a match with you, Troy, a chance to walk into "your wrestling company" and beat you in the middle of the ring, a chance to make a simple demonstration of the fact that Sandis Arlington is a superior wrestler to Troy Black.
The amusement has slowly faded from Sandis's face and voice, and he appears matter-of-fact and grim, but unconcerned as he pauses briefly, looking into the camera with something less than a stare but something more than a casual glance.
S. Arlington: I've stepped out of the shadows to face you, Troy. And now I'm in the open, waiting for you to answer the challenge. If Troy Black, and not Sandis Arlington, is the best wrestler in the world... let's see you step forward and prove it.
The camera fades out on Sandis Arlington.
Those are some telling words from Sandis Arlington... but that footage was recorded before Troy Black unveiled the Grave Digger as the newest member of the Black Plague. He may have something else to say about that entirely... the Grave Digger was the one responsible for running Sandis Arlington out of SMCW, defeating him in a match where his career was on the line. There's probably nobody that could have been more appropriate as a hand-picked enforcer to take Sandis Arlington out of the equation. But maybe... uh-oh. Wait a second, "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS is playing over the arena sound system, and this may not be a good sign. "Doctor" Dave Adams steps out of the backstage area, along with Nurse Vivacia, and he's heading to the ring with a microphone. This can't mean anything good, as he steps into the ring and raises the microphone to speak.
D. Adams: Normally, I'd come out here to talk about all the Texas cowgirls that have been riding my bucking bronco, but after what we've just seen, there's something different on my mind. I saw that video package, and if Sandis Arlington thinks that he's the best wrestler in VCW because he was one of the best in that regional flea market show in Toronto, he's in for a firm, solid, hard reality check. I was one of the best in NCXCW, and even here in VCW, nobody can dispute that I have some rather generous natural endowments, and the finely-honed skills to put them to good use... so Sandis, if you're done putting on light shows for all the little kids in the audience, I've got the VCW welcome wagon warmed up and ready to run right over you. You can just forget about Troy Black... because if you've got the guts to come out here, you won't make it past "Doctor" Dave Adams.
"Doctor" Dave Adams is calling out Sandis Arlington!? This is either a bold, daring maneuver or an ill-conceived idea... but will Sandis Arlington even accept? That question is abruptly answered as "Last Beat Of Your Heart" by Mission UK kicks on, and the crowd erupts as Sandis Arlington begins coming to the ring! He shoots a look of contempt and mocking pity at Dave Adams as he comes to the ring and climbs inside. Dave Adams briefly consults with Nurse Vivacia, then rushes Sandis Arlington and starts brawling with him! Linda Peterson calls for the bell, and this match begins here!
"Doctor" Dave
Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia
vs.
Sandis Arlington
The match begins as a brawl, and Dave Adams quickly discovers just how outmatched he is as Sandis Arlington takes control of the match and begins dominating him. Dave Adams spills out of the ring, and Sandis Arlington quickly follows him out with a shooting star plancha, then continues assaulting him. Dave Adams manages to stay in the match with cheap tactics like low blows and eye gouges, but Sandis barely seems fazed by any of his offense, and keeps coming back at him. With Dave Adams in big trouble, Sandis Arlington runs into the ropes... and Nurse Vivacia trips him! Sandis Arlington immediately gets up... but Dave Adams hooks his head and brings him down with a DDT!! Linda Peterson turns and starts questioning Nurse Vivacia, taking her eyes off of the match in the process... and Dave Adams leaves the ring and grabs a chair! He comes back in with the chair and blasts Sandis Arlington over the head with it as he gets up, then drops it and picks up Sandis Arlington... DDT ON THE CHAIR!! Dave Adams kicks the chair out of the ring and covers Sandis Arlington, grabbing a handful of his tights, as Linda Peterson turns around! She counts the pin... but Sandis Arlington throws a shoulder up at two!!
Dave Adams pulls him up and hooks him for another DDT, but Sandis Arlington backdrops out of it this time! Dave Adams gets up and turns around, right into a superkick! Sandis Arlington pulls him up and takes him down with a Russian legsweep, then heads to the top turnbuckle and leaps off... MOVING SHADOW!! That's the frog splash that he uses to finish his matches, and it just connected on Dave Adams! He hooks a leg, and Linda Peterson makes the three count!
Sandis
Arlington pinned Dave Adams with the Moving Shadow in 0:06:29.
Rating: * 3/4
Sandis Arlington has won this one decisively, and so much for Dave Adams! He rolls out of the ring, defeated, and Nurse Vivacia starts helping him to his feet, as Sandis Arlington stops briefly to pose on the top turnbuckle, hands raised in victory, with the crowd cheering loudly for him. His VCW debut was unquestionably a success... but "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot just kicked on, and I think we know what that means... here comes the Grave Digger!! He's coming to the ring to take care of his orders from Troy Black immediately!
Sandis Arlington backs up, preparing for the Grave Digger to come in, and the Grave Digger steps up on the apron... but Sandis steps forward and knocks him off to the floor! The Grave Digger's down on the outside, and Sandis goes up to the top turnbuckle as he gets up... and brings him down again with another shooting star plancha, drawing a loud burst of cheers from the crowd!! Once again, the Grave Digger starts to get up... but now Sandis is grabbing a chair! The Grave Digger gets up... and Sandis whacks him in the face with the chair! The Grave Digger staggers back, and Sandis whacks him in the face again! The Grave Digger's wobbling, and Sandis drills him with another chairshot, then yet another! The Grave Digger goes down to one knee, then seems to shake off the effects... but Sandis nails him again, knocking him down!! Sandis Arlington is beating the hell out of the Grave Digger with that chair, which is now severely bent and warped from repeatedly hitting the Grave Digger's head!!
But the Grave Digger's just getting up again... and more people are charging out of the backstage area! Brujah, Desmond, and Lorenzo Vasquez are running out of the backstage area... and the lights go out again!! Once again, there's nothing but darkness to be seen in the arena for several seconds... and the lights come back on, with Sandis Arlington having vanished from sight!! He's not there anymore... and the Grave Digger doesn't look pleased about that! Even the other members of the Black Plague give him a good measure of distance! He's picking up the dented, battered chair that was used to repeatedly hit him in the head, and pulling on it... and he rips the seat off of the rest of the frame!! The Grave Digger just tore apart a steel chair, and now he's stalking backstage in an obviously foul mood. Even his fellow Black Plague members step well to the side as he makes his way backstage, then they follow after him.
With that match done, it's now time for a specially requested match by one of the winners of a VCW promotional contest. We'll see Johnny Smiles defend his newly-won VCW Intercontinental Title against Julian Page here tonight, in the next match! "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin's playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Julian Page to the boos of the crowd, looking rather battered and weary after spending over an hour in the Big Fight. He's wearing a T-shirt in addition to his tights tonight, no doubt to protect his chest, which was literally torn open last night by vicious chops from Devaccio Pola, Ken Collins, and Bass Rogers. He enters the ring and looks around at the crowd with contempt, then grabs a microphone.
J. Page: Last night... after one solid HOUR of outsmarting and outwrestling twenty-nine other wrestlers, once again, I was screwed out of my rightful place as VCW Intercontinental Champion. Last night, Crimson lost sight of the goal at hand, and threw me out of the Big Fight... and since I wasn't there to save him, Johnny Smiles ended up outsmarting the big lump and winning my VCW Intercontinental Title. But tonight, fortunately, there's one fan out among the festering pile of humanity like you that's above your level, one fan with some intelligence and a sense of justice, and he won the right to make a match on VCW television. The match he made... Julian Page against Johnny Smiles, one-on-one for the VCW Intercontinental Title. And even though I'm still sore and battered from last night, even though I'm hurt, I'm going to make sure that justice is served tonight when--
Hold it, "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers just kicked on, and that brings forth Johnny Smiles, the new VCW Intercontinental Champion!! He steps out of the backstage area, wearing the VCW Intercontinental Title and carrying a microphone, to a loud burst of cheers from the crowd, and stops at the top of the ramp, staring at Julian Page with a smile on his face.
J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!
The crowd sings along and cheers wildly.
J. Smiles: Now, Julian... you know, it's true, you did last for over an hour in the Big Fight, and I have to give you credit for that. I mean, I know I was expecting you to get thrown out of there faster than Marty Jannetty gets thrown out of the hotel room of any woman who's crazy enough to invite him in in the first place... but you surprised me. And I think maybe I understand why you lasted so long... it was just so much fun smacking you from one end of the ring to the other that none of us wanted to get rid of you!
The crowd cheers, and Johnny Smiles starts walking towards the ring.
J. Smiles: But in spite of that, I was the one who came out on top in the Big Fight, and I'm the one who's once again the VCW InterJohnnynental Champion. And you're right about one other thing... one of our fans won a contest, and tonight, the match was made... me against you, for the InterJohnnynental Title. But then you lost me when you started talking about justice and all that other rigamarole... because it's clear to me that the reason our lucky fan made that match is because even one whole hour of seeing Julian Page taking the beating of his life wasn't enough, and he wants to see it happen again tonight! So the question again is... what would Johnny do? And the answer's really easy to figure out, even for someone who's dumb enough to try to jump Crimson during the Big Fight... I'm going to go in there and slap you around one more time, right here, right now!!
Johnny Smiles tosses aside the microphone and charges to the ring, sliding inside the ring, and he begins trading blows with Julian Page! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins this match immediately!
For the VCW Intercontinental Title:
Johnny Smiles (c)
vs.
Julian Page
Johnny Smiles quickly takes control of the match in the beginning by coming at Julian Page with a lot of quickness and energy. Julian Page is clearly still fatigued and hurting after his marathon-like performance last night, and in contrast, Johnny Smiles is wrestling with exceptional excitement and enthusiasm tonight. During the opening minutes of the match, it's all Julian Page can do to roll with the punches, but when Johnny Smiles stops to showboat for the crowd, Julian Page is able to recover enough to nail him with a low blow when he turns his attention back to the match. Brendan Powers starts admonishing the use of the low blow, but Julian Page ignores him, instead focusing on Johnny Smiles's right leg, attacking it with a focus. If he can slow Johnny Smiles down, and possibly neutralize his superkick as well, Julian Page can come a long way towards overcoming the disadvantage of his own fatigue.
Julian Page continues to work over Johnny Smiles, then tosses him out of the ring and follows him out to continue the onslaught. But Johnny Smiles reverses a whip to the guardrail, and takes the advantage again, out-brawling Julian Page on the outside of the ring. With Julian Page reeling, Johnny Smiles pulls a table out from under the ring and sets it up, then takes Julian Page head-first into the steel ringpost and sets him on the table. With Julian Page on the table, Johnny Smiles makes his way up to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off with a flying elbowdrop on Julian Page, putting him through the table! The crowd cheers, and Johnny quickly rolls Julian Page into the ring and goes for a cover, but only gets two and a half before Julian Page's foot finds the ropes.
Johnny Smiles continues the offense, but when he goes for a vertical suplex Julian Page blocks, then knees him in the gut and goes behind into a waistlock. Julian Page gives him an atomic drop, but keeps the waistlock applied, then takes Johnny down with a release German suplex. After taking a moment to try to recover from the punishment he's taken, Julian Page goes back to working on Johnny Smiles's right knee, twisting it, stomping it, and dropping elbows on it, then putting on a kneebar. Johnny Smiles yells in pain and begins scrambling to the ropes, but more damage is done in the fifteen seconds or so that it takes him to get to the ropes and force the release of the hold. Julian Page pauses once again to rest and try to shrug off the damage and fatigue incurred during this match; he's obviously not operating in top form tonight.
After resting, Julian Page bodyslams Johnny and heads to the top turnbuckle, coming off with a flying axhandle... but he wasn't fast enough, and Johnny dropkicks him as he comes down! Both men take some time to recover, but Johnny takes the advantage, continuing to punish Julian Page. But when Johnny goes for the superkick after a few minutes of offense, Julian Page catches his foot and takes him down with a dragon screw leg whip into a half Boston! Johnny Smiles begins pulling himself to the ropes, as Julian Page grinds down on the hold and applies pressure to his leg. After over half a minute of pained struggling, Johnny Smiles makes it to the ropes, but the toll that has been taken on his right leg by now must be excruciating.
Julian Page shows no mercy to Johnny Smiles after the half Boston, immediately dragging him back into the middle of the ring, and this time going for a figure-four leglock... but Johnny kicks him off, sending him shoulder-first into the steel ringpost! He turns and staggers out, as Johnny gets up somewhat slowly... and Johnny catches him with an elbowsmash, then a Russian legsweep! Johnny Smiles tries to shake off the pain in his leg as the crowd cheers, and takes Julian Page down with a belly-to-back suplex, then a bulldog and a swinging neckbreaker, followed by a jack-knife power bomb that gets a count of two and three-quarters. With Julian Page reeling, Johnny Smiles pulls him up into a fireman's carry... he's going for the Smiledriver! But as he starts to spin, his leg gives out, and Julian Page squirms free, hooking an arm around his head and falling down into a DDT!! Julian Page just countered the Smiledriver with the DDT, and now both men are down!! After seven or eight seconds, Julian Page finally manages to drape himself over Johnny Smiles... but he only gets a count of two and three-quarters! Had he been able to go for the cover immediately, it might have been a different story!
Julian Page gets up and hauls Johnny Smiles up from behind, and it's clear that he has another trick up his sleeve. He puts on a full nelson... he's going for a dragon suplex! But Johnny Smiles brings a foot up between his legs!! Julian Page releases the full nelson, and Johnny Smiles, keeping an arm hooked, goes behind him back to back and pulls him down into a quick backslide! Julian Page is caught off guard as Brendan Powers goes down to count, and kicks out just after three! Johnny Smiles has just defeated Julian Page!!
Johnny
Smiles pinned Julian Page after a backslide in 0:16:04.
Rating: ** 1/2
(Johnny Smiles retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)
Johnny Smiles has emerged with the victory tonight! He's limping, but still smiling as Brendan Powers hands him the VCW Intercontinental Title, and he raises it over his head to an explosion of cheers from the crowd! Julian Page is getting up behind Johnny Smiles, and reaching into his tights... he's got a pair of brass knuckles! Johnny Smiles turns around, and Julian Page takes a swing at him... but Johnny ducks under the punch, then takes the VCW Intercontinental Title belt into the side of Julian Page's head! The crowd cheers again as Julian Page goes down, and Johnny climbs a little unsteadily to one of the second turnbuckles and poses with the title raised high, drawing an even louder burst of cheers from the crowd.
Any way you look at it, this is a pretty big victory for Johnny. If there were any doubts that Johnny Smiles was a deserving VCW Intercontinental Champion, this surely has erased them... but wait just a second! "Walk" by Pantera kicks on over the arena sound system, and Crimson comes running out of the backstage area to a huge round of boos from the crowd! He's coming to the ring... and Johnny's facing the wrong way, looking into the crowd! Crimson runs to the ring and leaps up on the apron, then steps over the top rope... and Johnny turns around just in time to see him! Johnny tries to bail out of the ring... but Crimson runs forward and grabs him by the hair, then hauls him back in!
Johnny begins punching Crimson in the midsection uselessly, but Crimson doesn't release the grip on Johnny's hair or even do more than flinch from the punches... he just draws back and nails Johnny with a massive headbutt! Johnny goes down, and Crimson grabs his throat and hauls him to his feet... CHOKESLAM!! Crimson just laid Johnny out in the middle of the ring with the Chokeslam, drawing a loud explosion of boos from the crowd, and now he's picking up Julian Page by the throat as well! He lifts him... and Julian Page gets a Chokeslam as well!! Both Julian Page and Johnny Smiles are laid out... and now Crimson's grabbing the VCW Intercontinental Title! He looks at it... then throws it down across the fallen body of Johnny Smiles and calls for a microphone, which he's quickly given. He stands over Johnny Smiles at him, looking down at him angrily.
Crimson: Last night, boy... you made the biggest mistake of your fucking life. Now I'm gonna give you two options. Either you hand that title belt over to me with a smile on your face next time we cross paths... or I'm gonna get your little punk ass in the ring, physically kill you, and take the belt off of your rotting carcass. You just think that over when you come around.
Crimson steps away from Johnny, and stops briefly to stand over Julian Page as well.
Crimson: And you... I just don't like your face, you little pussy.
Crimson tosses the microphone aside and drops a quick elbow on Julian Page, then rolls out of the ring and begins walking up the aisle to the backstage entrance, leaving Johnny Smiles and Julian Page laid out in the middle of the ring. The crowd's boos follow him, but he doesn't seem to care as he heads backstage. And speaking of things that are going on backstage... we've just received word that VCW World Champion David Wright Hubbard is about to arrive at the arena! He's not scheduled to be here yet... but let's go back to the parking lot camera and see if we can catch him on his way here!
In the Parking Lot...
A large, dark blue pickup truck pulls up in the parking lot, and through the windows it can barely be seen that David Wright Hubbard, the VCW World Champion, is riding in the passenger side, and his wife Michelle Hubbard is driving. The passenger side door opens, and David Wright Hubbard steps out, carrying a crutch, then turns to Michelle inside the truck.
D.W. Hubbard: You just go and nail down a couple seats for us at some barbeque pit around town... I ain't gonna be long. I've just got a little business to take care of.
Michelle seems to be protesting somewhat, but the camera's too far away to pick up her voice, and David Wright Hubbard just turns and starts walking towards the arena with the crutch, raising one hand to wave once without even turning around as he walks toward the arena. As he opens the door, Melissa DelArmeggio comes up to him, evidently having been waiting for him.
M. DelArmeggio: You really shouldn't have come here. The Grave Digger's here, and he's part of the Black Plague. And Tony Garcia and the Macho Man are both about to fight over a shot at your title--
D.W. Hubbard: I know. I've been watching the damn show... that's why I'm here. ... I saw Amy hit you in the ribs with a pipe... you okay?
M. DelArmeggio: I'll live. But look at you... you can barely walk, for God's sake. What're you thinking!?
D.W. Hubbard: I'm thinking Tony Garcia and Randy Savage aren't gonna go deciding a damn thing about what I do with my title belt without me being here to do something about it. I'm thinking that if I see the Grave Digger backstage and he looks at me cross-eyed, I'm gonna slap that mask right off his face. And I'm thinking that after hearing him talking shit a few minutes ago, if I run into Sandis Arlington backstage, I might just whip his ass too.
Melissa DelArmeggio opens her mouth to talk, looking a little bit aggravated at David Wright Hubbard's apparent lack of regard for the situation, but she can't get any words out.
D.W. Hubbard: Look. I just got my ass whipped last night. I don't intend to make a habit of that. But I ain't gonna stand back and hide behind this title belt until the next pay-per-view. What I'm gonna do is walk out there and make a bunch of people sorry they ever even thought about fucking with me. You understand what I'm saying!?
M. DelArmeggio: I'd feel a lot better about this if they didn't outnumber us by four or five to one, and if you had two legs that you could actually walk on.
D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, and I'd feel a hell of a lot better about it if we were both ten feet tall and made of solid concrete, but we're not. That doesn't mean I'm letting that stop me. Just get your car warmed up, because I'm gonna need a ride to meet the old lady at some restaurant around town. I'll just take care of business real quick and we'll head on outta here.
David Wright Hubbard walks past Melissa, walking quickly on the crutch as he heads through the hallways of the arena. Melissa looks after him with a brief glance of concern and irritation, then turns away as the camera fades out on the parking lot scene.
So David Wright Hubbard's here, and he obviously has an axe to grind with a few people. That could spell very bad things for the Black Plague and Randy Savage... or it could spell bad things for David Wright Hubbard if his self-confidence is misplaced. But regardless of that, we're ready to start our next match... "Walk" by Pantera is playing again, and this time "Macho Man" Randy Savage is coming out of the backstage area, looking ready for a tough fight. He knows what Tony Garcia's made of, and he's been in situations like this one before. He appears to be up to the challenge as he steps into the ring, but there's no doubt that this will be one hell of a challenge for both men. The crowd boos as he steps into the ring, though there's really no support for either man in this match.
"I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie kicks on next, and the crowd's boos continue as Tony Garcia steps out of the backstage area, accompanied by Rebecca Black, and carrying his wooden axe handle. After coming so close to winning the VCW World Title last night, it's hard to say what must be going through Tony Garcia's mind. Obviously, he wants another chance at the title very badly... but will that motivate him to greater lengths, or could he possibly be looking past Randy Savage to a rematch with David Wright Hubbard? If so, that could be a huge mistake... but with all his years of experience behind him, Tony Garcia doesn't make a lot of mistakes. He climbs into the ring and raises his hands above his head, bellowing loudly at the crowd, which just boos him in reply. And now he tosses the axe handle aside and starts stalking Randy Savage, as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell!!
Number-One Contenders' Match:
Tony Garcia
w/Rebecca Black
vs.
"Macho Man" Randy Savage
As the match opens, Tony Garcia takes control with his superior size and power, roughing Randy Savage up with plenty of stiff blows and slams, while shrugging off Randy Savage's offense. The match spills to the outside of the ring, and Randy Savage takes the advantage there, taking Tony Garcia headfirst into several of the fixtures at ringside and choking him with microphone cables, but Tony Garcia seems to be indestructable, not even staying down long for this kind of offense. Despite all his intensity and years of experience, Randy Savage seems to be encountering the same problem that many people have in the past: Tony Garcia's simply too big, too powerful, and too hard to hurt.
Realizing that he's not going to win a straight-up brawl against Tony Garcia, Randy Savage switches tactics, grabbing Tony Garcia's arm and wrapping it forcefully around the ringpost, trying to isolate his arm and wear him down like that. The match progresses back into the ring, and Randy Savage continues to assault Tony Garcia's arm, inhibiting his ability to throw many of those stiff blows and use his favorite power moves. But even despite this change in tactics, Tony Garcia keeps coming back, levelling Randy Savage with hard-hitting offensive moves and powerful blows. Not many people can expect to dominate Randy Savage in a brawl, but Tony Garcia may just be one of them!
Tony Garcia retakes control as the match goes on, laying into Randy Savage and trying to wear down his back, no doubt softening him up for a massive slam of some kind or the Torture Rack. Randy Savage fights back viciously with low blows and eye gouges, using every tactic he can think of to gain an advantage, and still trying to weaken Tony Garcia's arm. He even rips off the padding of one of the turnbuckles and takes Tony Garcia head-first into it, then grabs him as he staggers away and brings him down with a neckbreaker. With Tony Garcia down, Randy Savage goes up to the top turnbuckle, then signals for the Flying Elbowdrop!! He comes off onto Tony Garcia with the Flying Elbowdrop and hooks the leg... but only gets two and a half!! Tony Garcia's still got a lot left!!
Randy Savage clearly doesn't seem to know what to do after that... he can't believe that Tony Garcia was barely fazed by the Flying Elbowdrop! He continues working on Tony Garcia's arm, but Tony Garcia's getting up and shrugging that off, and nails him with a blow from the good arm! Tony Garcia begins assaulting Randy Savage and regains the advantage, laying into him with some of his usual powerful offense. To his credit, Randy Savage shows a lot of toughness as well, kicking out of several moves that would have finished a lesser man, even a massive power bomb. But sensing the end is near, Tony Garcia pulls Randy Savage up across his shoulders... TORTURE RACK!! But Randy Savage slips out behind him, thanks to momentary weakness in Tony Garcia's arm! He has a lot of experience against the Torture Rack thanks to his feud with Lex Luger in WCW, and he was able to escape! Tony Garcia turns and charges, trying to tackle the Macho Man... but Randy Savage dodges, and Tony Garcia collides shoulder-first with the exposed turnbuckle bolt!
Tony staggers away, clutching his shoulder... and Randy Savage brings him down with an armbar takedown, then pulls his arm up between his legs and turns him over... into a cross arm scissors!! We haven't seen this from Randy Savage before, but it just might be what wins him this match!! Tony Garcia's bellowing in pain, thrashing around and trying to escape the cross arm scissors, but he's nowhere near the ropes! He's not known for submitting easily, but does he have any choice!? He's not making to the ropes any time in this lifetime, and Bobcat McGavin's asking for the submission... but Rebecca Black reaches into the ring and gouges Randy Savage's eyes!! He releases the cross arm scissors to clutch at his face, and the hold's broken!!
Bobcat McGavin immediately begins questioning Rebecca Black about interfering, and she's stepping back, protesting her innocence... but Tony Garcia's getting up, and he just grabbed the wooden axe handle off of the ring apron! He draws back and takes a swing at Randy Savage as he gets up... but Randy Savage ducks!! Tony Garcia nails Bobcat McGavin in the back of the head with the wooden axe handle, and he goes down! Tony Garcia hesitates as he realizes that he missed, then turns around... and Randy Savage kicks him in the groin, then grabs the wooden axe handle... and he nails him square in the head with it!! Tony Garcia goes down, and Randy Savage goes up to the top turnbuckle... FLYING ELBOWDROP!! Randy Savage covers Tony Garcia, and grabs Bobcat McGavin's hand and slaps it against the canvas three times, but that doesn't count! Bobcat McGavin has to make the count himself, and he's in no condition to do that!
But wait!! David Wright Hubbard just stepped out of the backstage area to a mixed reaction from the crowd, and he's walking down to the ring on a crutch! Randy Savage is busy trying to revive Bobcat McGavin, and doesn't notice as David Wright Hubbard climbs into the ring. David Wright Hubbard takes a two-handed grip on his crutch as Randy Savage starts to turn around... and he nails him with the crutch, knocking him to the mat!! Randy Savage is down, and David Wright Hubbard pulls him back up into a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! Randy Savage is laid out next to Tony Garcia, and David Wright Hubbard drapes each man's arm over the other's chest, then rolls out of the ring! He climbs over the guardrail, with difficulty, and starts escaping through the crowd! Bobcat McGavin's starting to stir, and he notices that Tony Garcia and Randy Savage are both covering each other... and he counts to three!! We've got a double pin!!
Number-One
Contenders' Match:
Tony Garcia and Randy Savage battled to a double pin in 0:14:04.
Rating: *
David Wright Hubbard's escaping through the crowd, but it would seem that the damage is done... there was no conclusive ending to this match, and Tony Garcia and Randy Savage are both laid out! The crowd's mostly cheering, though there are some boos as well. Rebecca Black stares in shock and screams insults after David Wright Hubbard, but even she seems to know better than to try to confront him! What does this mean for the number-one contender's spot? Will there be a rematch, or did Randy Savage and Tony Garcia just get screwed out of their possibility of getting a title shot? We may just have more information next week, but we're out of time tonight! Join us for next week's episode of VCW Monday Night Wrestling!!
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