Monday Night Wrestling 03/26/01 (VCW 113)

Coming to you from the VCW Arena for a second straight week, this is once again the highlight of Monday nights, VCW Monday Night Wrestling! We've got a huge show lined up already tonight. VCW Intercontinental Champion Johnny Smiles and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins will team up to face Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage in a tag team match! David Wright Hubbard puts the VCW World Title on the line against "Double R" Rex Richards!! And in the main event, Troy Black has asked for the match, and it's been made... Sandis Arlington will go one-on-one with the Grave Digger, right here tonight on free TV!! We've got a lot coming up, but we're going to get started right off the blocks with a match!

Some cheesy, generic music brings out Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and The Super Giant Ninja, and they come to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans in the crowd who actually stand near them on their way. They enter the ring, but fortunately this time Russel's not going to give a sappy speech on self-motivation or hard work and training. They're just waiting in the ring for the competition...

And here comes that competition! "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin hits the arena sound system, and the crowd begins booing loudly as Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon come out of the backstage area, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity. Two weeks ago, they scored a major non-title win over the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show, and they look pretty pleased with themselves tonight as well, as they prepare for what should be a much less challenging task tonight. They're entering the ring, and so's Brendan Powers, as he calls for the bell to begin this match!

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

vs.

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor & Super Giant Ninja

The Hammer of the Gods totally dominates this match against their much less talented opponents, allowing them no offense whatsoever and emphasizing the vast difference in skills between the two teams. Finally, they end the match when Jacob Idol hits the Super Giant Ninja with the Moonsault Bodyblock at the same time as Rob Solomon sweeps his legs from behind, and Jacob Idol remains on top for the pin.

The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon) defeated Russel Taylor and The Super Giant Ninja when Idol pinned Ninja after a moonsault bodyblock/legsweep combination in 0:02:17.
Rating: 1/4*

That was quick and brutal... and the brutality continues when Russel Taylor comes in to check on the Super Giant Ninja, and Rob Solomon nearly takes his head off for no reason with a lariat!! Come on... that's excessive, even for an annoying loser like Russel Taylor... but now they're tossing them out of the ring, and Rob Solomon has a microphone. What's this all about?

R. Solomon: You know... I never meant to hurt anybody. That's not the kind of guy I am. But two weeks ago, I told a nasty lie that ended up causing a lot of trouble for a lot of people, and I'm sorry. I'd like to repeat that... I'm sorry. I apologize. And just to clear it up... I'm NOT sleeping with Jennie, nor have I ever slept with Jennie. She's an upstanding young lady, and for me to even insinuate that she would ever become sexually involved with a man of my irreputable character is an insult to the intelligence of the people that I'd be asking to believe such a ludicrous idea. Sorry about that, folks.

What the hell was THAT all about!? His delivery of that apology couldn't have been more wooden and unconvincing... and now a smile's cracking on his face... what's he up to!?

R. Solomon: Ah, to hell with this. I tried, but I just can't do it. Listen, Jennie... I know you didn't want your friends to know... but they've gotta find out soon. But hey... I don't want to mess up your life or anything, so let me say this to the Ontario Colour Show. Our little rivalry... that's just a business matter. We're here as competitors and combatants, same as you guys. But we can leave Jennie's personal life out of this. I mean, I'm sure she'd never dream of stooping to turning against one of you guys in a crucial moment... you know?

So anyway, Jennie... I hope you got the flowers I sent by your place... get well soon, because your friends need you, babe. Oh, and as far as the Grave Digger goes... I sure hope Sandis Arlington saves me a piece of that big oaf after tonight, because after he put his hands on my woman, I'm gonna kick his ass.

Rob Solomon hands the microphone aside to Jacob Idol, who stares at him a little strangely after that threat to the Grave Digger, but seems to shrug it off as he raises the microphone to speak.

J. Idol: Speaking of the Ontario Colour Show, I'd like to mention one thing. We beat them two weeks ago, in the middle of the ring, and it was all nice and official. And that little penalty where we can't get VCW title shots is starting to run out... and according to my calender, we'll be eligible for a title shot at the next VCW pay-per-view, No Quarter. So, I think anybody who's not a complete idiot can see where this is going... but for the benefit of the Ontario Colour Show, I'll spell it out anyway. At No Quarter... we want a rematch. It doesn't need to be a special ladder match or any other kind of match... just us against you, for the titles.

You think you're big shots. You kicked me out of the Technicians after I brought you together, because you didn't want to be stuck in my shadow, and now you've actually fooled yourselves, and a good portion of these stupid people watching you, into thinking that you're better than me. Yeah, I'll give you credit... you beat us once. But we just beat you two weeks ago. Get in the ring with us one more time, and we'll beat you again. So if you think you've got what it takes to back up that claim you throw around about being the best tag team in VCW history, we'll see you at the pay-per-view, and we'll just find out who really deserves to be called the best.

Jacob Idol tosses aside the microphone, and the Hammer of the Gods is leaving the ring and heading backstage, with the crowd's boos following loudly behind them. They have a legitimate point in that they earned a victory over the Ontario Colour Show two weeks ago, but given the disunified state of the VCW World Tag Team Champions at the time, that may not be as difficult as facing the Ontario Colour Show when they're working together as a team. I'm sure the Ontario Colour Show isn't about to back down from this challenge, not with all of the animosity existing between these two teams. But in the meantime, we've received word that a camera is backstage watching Robert Danson and Nicole, courtesy of the Big Brother Production Team. Let's go to that now...

Backstage...

Robert Danson is sittting backstage with Nicole in a dressing room, talking to her with an enthusiastic smile on his face.

R. Danson: Can you believe it!? I've got a VCW Television Title match coming up with Brujah! Man, that's pretty wild, I have to say. I think I'd make a pretty good TV Champion, personally... I mean, I made a really good Tag Team Champion, and I've gotta be better than Brujah.

Nicole: Don't forget, you actually have to win the match. Stay focused on that, first.

R. Danson: Okay, you're right. I have to keep focused on that. I'll just run down to the catering place, and get us a couple sodas to drink while we focus on my big match tonight.

Robert Danson gets up and walks off the scene, as Nicole stares after him, sighing and shaking her head. A few moments later, "Doctor" Dave Adams approaches the scene, along with Nurse Vivacia.

D. Adams: You know... I've seen a lot of lovely ladies in my practice as a doctor, but you're one of the best of all the prime specimens I've ever feasted my eyes on. But there are a lot of minor little ailments that can be cured with a little tender, loving care... and I've taken it upon myself to make a house call here and give you a free exam, free of charge.

Nicole: No thanks... I'm not interested in being groped and looked at by some jackass who thinks he's a doctor. Thanks anyway.

Dave Adams shakes his head and sighs in amused mock pity as he moves to stand behind her chair, then begins rubbing her shoulders.

D. Adams: But your shoulders... your beautiful shoulders, with skin as white and smooth as silk from an Emperor's robes... they're so stiff and tense. Just let me work out the kinks a little bit...

Nicole: Hey, I said hands off, you fucking piece of... ooh, wait... aah, that IS relaxing.

D. Adams: Just relax, and let your tense little muscles melt under the mystical massage manipulations of the man who has mastered the female body... "Doctor" Dave Adams.

Nicole: Less corny dialogue, and more shoulder massaging, please... ahh that feels SO good...

Nicole sighs and relaxes in the chair as Dave Adams takes down the straps of her dress to get better access at her shoulders, and Nurse Vivacia takes off her shoes, then begins massaging her feet as well. But Nicole bolts up as she sees Robert Danson begin to walk onto the scene again, then begins struggling and yelling, to the bewilderment of Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia.

Nicole: Robert!! Get them off of me! They're trying to rip my clothes off!!

Robert Danson looks up, carrying two canned sodas, one in each hand. He immediately sets one aside, then takes the other one and shakes it up, opening it and spraying it in Nurse Vivacia's face as she looks up. Dave Adams steps back, putting his hands up in protest as Robert Danson advances on him.

D. Adams: Listen, it wasn't quite like--

R. Danson: Tally-ho, good doctor!!

Robert Danson draws back a fist and drops Dave Adams with a massive punch. He crawls out of the way, then gets to his feet and begins running away, with Nurse Vivacia following him. Looking pleased with himself, Robert Danson turns to Nicole.

R. Danson: Are you okay?

Nicole: Yeah. ... ... But I'm a little tense. Do you suppose you could rub my shoulders for me?

R. Danson: Not a problem, my dear.

Robert Danson rubs her shoulders in the same manner that one would rub a magic lamp if he expected a genie to come out of it, then stops after a few seconds and returns to his seat.

R. Danson: There you go... anything to make you happy. Now, about that TV Title match tonight... it's gonna be pretty crazy, I know. I've got some ideas, though...

The camera fades out on Robert Danson and a somewhat disappointed-looking Nicole.

We're back in the ring area, after seeing that somewhat strange piece of backstage footage... and "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra kicks on over the arena sound system, and I think we know that that means we're about to see something else that's strange. Vickie Romano and Fred Errara step out of the backstage area, accompanied by Stormy Weathers, to a huge round of boos from the crowd. They enter the ring, and... Vickie Romano has a microphone. Uh-oh... this could get unpleasant...

V. Romano: You people are in for a real treat tonight... you're about to see some real entertainment. Quite frankly, the old sideshow ringmasters in suits that run this "wrasslin" company wouldn't know entertainment if it bit them right on the ass! But I do... I know what you want to see, and I've got it right here. First of all, I'd like to introduce you to one of VCW's truly misused superstars! When you last saw him, he was boring you all to tears as Brian Rivera... but right now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Kid Rave!!

"What U Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as the wrestler formerly known as Brian Rivera, evidently currently known as Kid Rave, steps out of the backstage area... and he hasn't learned a bit of fashion sense in the meantime. He's wearing a red silk jacket left unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest underneath, cheap sunglasses with orange frames, a country yokel-style straw hat with a large pink ostrich feather in it, a Mr. T Starter Kit's worth of gold chains around his neck, and a pair of loose, baggy blue jeans with holes worn in the knees. Completing the ensemble are his familiar pair of purple Nike high-tops. He comes to the ring, and climbs inside, grabbing a microphone immediately as the crowd boos.

K. Rave: Hey, yo Stormy!! Word up, big pimp!

Kid Rave exchanges a convulted, bizarre-looking "gang handshake" with Stormy Weathers as the crowd boos.

K. Rave: Now, last time I saw y'all, there was a bunch of punk-ass scrubs thinking they could hang with me. But you ain't looking at plain ol' Brian Rivera no more, folks... so feast your eyes on the motherfucking K-I-D... R-with an A-to the V-to the E... AWW!! Kid Rave, motherfuckers, and y'all still don't know me! I'm all about getting drunked up on a bottle of Jack and fucking fine bitches all across the land!! I'm back, and I'm finna be spending my days smoking weed, doing coke, drinking beers, and fucking hos, and spending my nights kicking ass and taking names, because I'm the motherfucking K-I-D, yo, and I'm going platinum!!

The crowd boos loudly... if Brian Rivera was out of his mind before, then it's evident that Kid Rave is even worse. He steps back, folding his arms across his chest and staring around at the crowd with a cocky smirk, as Vickie Romano raises the microphone again.

V. Romano: And now... I'd like to introduce you to another misused entertainer whose true talents were never recognized, who was, quite frankly, stuck in the shadow of a stupid gimmick thought up by a bunch of old men. But now, she's here to renounce all that crap, and get her fair chance at the spotlight! Ladies and gentlemen... Virginia!!

"Ballbreaker" by AC/DC begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Virginia steps out of the backstage area, wearing leather shorts and a tie-dyed multicolor tube top. We last saw her walking out of VCW dissatisfied with her current position... is she back now, aligned with Stormy Weathers and Vickie Romano!? She enters the ring and grabs a microphone.

Virginia: I was looking over the script backstage, and I need to ask... are you SURE this'll get over? It sounds kind of stupid...

V. Romano: Trust me. I'm the big-time TV writer, I know what gets over. I'll make you a star.

S. Weathers: Uhh... shouldn't she not be talking about the "script" on live TV like that?

V. Romano: Stormy, you're being ignorant again. We're not going to insult these people's intelligence by pretending that we didn't give her a script before she came out here--

S. Weathers: Yeah, but ain't it insulting their intelligence worse to assume they'd actually sit here and watch when even we don't take this seriously?

V. Romano: Stormy, you just don't understand. Get that carny-style attitude out of your thick skull and kick it back to the eighties where it belongs. Now, if I'm not mistaken, Virginia has something to tell us.

Virginia clears her throat and looks around uncertainly, then raises the microphone.

Virginia: Actually, that's the first order of business right there. My name's not Virginia. I've been going around with this stupid name because the bookers wanted to push me as a Chyna clone. But really... why the hell would I be named Virginia!? I'm not gonna be a joke anymore... I'm not gonna be some cartoon character who's insulting to the audience's intelligence... I'm gonna be myself! And from now on, you'll have to refer to me by my real name, Connie Lingus!

Connie Lingus... oh, come on, this is just pathetic, and the crowd's letting them know that with a loud chorus of boos... but evidently, they're not done yet! Vickie Romano elbows her, prompting her to raise the microphone again, at which point she makes her best attempt to talk in a raspy, sexy voice and give the camera a sultry, seductive look.

C. Lingus: But I've got just one other thing I'd like to say... I've got one thing in common with a lot of amusement parks... my most popular attraction is the Love Canal. But all you boys out there don't have to buy tickets for MY Love Canal... just line up, come inside, and prepare to enjoy the ride.

Connie Lingus, as Virginia is now called, thrusts her crotch at the crowd repeatedly, earning a loud round of boos. She loses what little enthusiasm her mannerisms had, and just kind of deflates, seeming to realize, from the expression on her face, that this whole thing went over like a lead balloon. Vickie Romano seems to be all for it, however, as she raises the microphone to speak.

V. Romano: This is what you get when talented young entertainers like these two are allowed to truly shine! THIS is sports entertainment!!

S. Weathers: Shouldn't they have a match now, or something like that?

V. Romano: Stormy, would you PLEASE try not to be so ignorant!? Quite frankly, NOBODY wants to see a bunch of sweaty musclebound athletes in tights rolling around in the ring for ten or twenty minutes. Yes, I have a match for them arranged tonight... but nobody here wants to watch a bunch of technical wrestling CRAP. So Connie and Kid Rave... tonight, I want you to use only punches and kicks, and two or three other moves that might get a pop out of the crowd. I don't want to see some Goddamn trampoline act, and neither do any of these people. You're not working in the "wrasslin" business anymore... you're working in the entertainment business. So make sure you make it entertaining.

S. Weathers: Who'd you sign them up to fight, anyway? The Ontario Colour Show? David Wright Hubbard and Melissa?

V. Romano: No... their opponents tonight are the Middle-Aged Outlaws.

The crowd boos loudly, and Stormy's jaw drops in disbelief. He takes a moment to compose himself.

S. Weathers: What!? What in the hell are my guys doing wasting their time on two wrinkled-up old men!? I thought we were going straight to the top!

V. Romano: Stormy, I told you a thousand times... I know what I'm doing. The Middle-Aged Outlaws are old and past their prime, and everybody's sick and tired of seeing them around. So tonight, after our young, up-and-coming athletes humiliate them and show everyone just how pathetic they truly are, the crowd is gonna flock to us. Don't you get it!?

S. Weathers: Actually, I'm afraid I don't, darlin'. See, that don't make no sense, because--

Stormy Weathers is cut off as "Smells Like Nirvana" by Weird Al Yankovic begins playing over the arena sound system, bringing out Ruby Richard Cage and Hunk Higgins, the Middle-Aged Outlaws, along with "The Pest of the West" Jesse Smark. They stop outside of the ring, and Ruby Richard Cage grabs a microphone, as the crowd's annoyed boos get even louder. Several of them begin heading to the concession stands or bathrooms in frustration... this is exactly what this segment did NOT need...

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 loudly, and Ruby Richard Cage grabs a microphone.

R.R. Cage: Stormy, Stormy, Stormy... I guess you just don't learn, do you, bro!? The last time you brought out two monkeys to take care of us was at Wrestlewar, and I think everybody saw that at the end of the night, me and the big man were standing tall. But now you got us out here, with these two monkey-boys Kid Rave and Connie Lingus, and unfortunately for you, we're a little JACKED UP. And in case you ain't familiar with the catchphrases, that means that somebody's about to get BANGED!!

As Ruby Richard Cage finishes talking, Fred Errara reaches into his pockets and pulls out a bottle of pills. He immediately takes a half-dozen of the pills and swallows them from the bottle, then looks up with a wild, lustful look on his face, and grabs a microphone.

F. Errara: But when it comes to the ladies, I never end up alone JACKING UP, because there's always a couple females who want to get BANGED. And the reason for that is that my package is a lot like a putting a gerbil in a microwave... you know it's wrong, but you just can't help it... you have to keep it in there until it EXPLODES!

Fred Errara begins rapidly thrusting his crotch at the crowd, getting a response of boos, except for from two somewhat attractive (but very slutty) looking women in the crowd, who hop the guardrail and climb into the ring with him, then strip to their bra and panties and begin feeling him up and cuddling against him.

F. Errara: Vickie, Stormy, guys... you'll have to excuse me, I've got some business to take care of. And you all know that when it comes to the ladies, I always make sure that our business transactions are mutually beneficial.

Fred Errara leaves the ring and begins walking backstage arm in arm with the two women, walking past the Middle-Aged Outlaws, who can't help but give him a "What the hell's up with HIM!?" look, then shrug and charge the ring!! Stormy Weathers and Vickie Romano bail out, and the Middle-Aged Outlaws starts slugging it out with Kid Rave and Connie Lingus as Linda Peterson calls for the bell and the match begins!!

Connie Lingus & Kid Rave
w/Stormy Weathers & Vickie Romano

vs.

Middle-Aged Outlaws
w/Jesse Smark

As Connie Lingus and Kid Rave begin working over the Middle-Aged Outlaws, Vickie Romano joins the broadcast table to inform us that this is the new generation of entertainment, and that this is what will draw in the casual fans and make Stormy Weathers number-one. The Middle-Aged Outlaws try to fight back, and actually fare better than expected, because Kid Rave and Connie Lingus both limit themselves to punches and a few simple moves. Though Kid Rave at least shows plenty of enthusiasm and workrate, Connie Lingus is obviously about as motivated and active as Kevin Nash on sedatives, while Vickie Romano proclaims this to be the epitome of sports entertainment. Hunk Higgins starts Hunking Up after a spinebuster from Connie Lingus, but that's short-lived before Connie Lingus and Kid Rave cut off his offense. The match ends when Connie Lingus plants Ruby Richard Cage for the three count with a fireman's carry into an Ace Crusher, which Vickie Romano informs us is her finishing move, called the Pussywhipper.

Connie Lingus and Kid Rave defeated The Middle-Aged Outlaws when Connie pinned R.R.C. with the Pussywhipper in 0:04:13.
Rating: -***

Kid Rave plants Hunk Higgins with his reverse double underhook faceslam, the Bitch Slap, and he and Connie Lingus roll out of the ring to join Vickie Romano and Stormy Weathers in heading backstage, celebrating their victory as the crowd boos. As they begin heading backstage, Vickie Romano grabs a microphone, and turns to address the fallen Middle-Aged Outlaws in the ring.

V. Romano: Quite frankly, I don't think that there's anybody who would disagree with the fact that the Middle-Aged Outlaws are two of the worst cancers this industry has ever seen! But we're going to make a name for ourselves... we're going to rid this business of the Middle-Aged Outlaws FOREVER!! At No Quarter, I'm challenging you two wrinkled-up old has-beens to come on down and face Writer's Block in a Losers Leave VCW Match!

The crowd actually cheers for that announcement... most of them wouldn't mind seeing VCW permanently rid of either the Middle-Aged Outlaws or Writer's Block. But the boos quickly return as Vickie Romano, Stormy Weathers, Kid Rave, and Connie Lingus continue to make their way backstage, celebrating their victory. Fortunately, we're going to slip away from this scene, to an interview backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf speaks to "The California Crippler" Ken Collins and Johnny Smiles, along with Stacey Lockman. Take it away, Ziggy!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is shown standing backstage with Johnny Smiles, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, and Stacey Lockman. Johnny Smiles has the VCW Intercontinental Title around his waist, and seems especially proud of that fact, standing before Ziggy with even greater enthusiasm in his manner than usual.

Z. Adderloaf: Johnny, Ken... tonight you'll be facing "Macho Man" Randy Savage and Crimson in a tag team match. I'll get to you in a moment, Ken, but Johnny... first of all, I have to ask you... ever since you won the Big Fight, Crimson has decided he wants to really mess you up. What're your thoughts on that?

J. Smiles: You know, Ziggy... I'm no stranger to facing Crimson. Perhaps you'll remember Blood and Thunder last year, when I collided with Crimson in a four-minute battle of epic proportions. Now, I know I may have lost that battle, but things were different back then. Back then, I wasn't the VCW InterJohnnynental Champion, and he... well, he was nearly crippled with a knee injury, as opposed to being perfectly healthy right now... uh... yeah. Well... er... um... I guess it looks like I'm kind of screwed here, Ziggy. From the looks of things I've got about as much chance of winning this one as Marty Jannetty has of ever doing anything meaningful or worthwhile in his career.

But in spite of all that, everybody saw that at the Big Fight, I got lucky and sent him careening out of the ring... and when it boils down to it, there's nothing to say I can't get lucky again if he wants another piece of me!! And I'd better get lucky, Ziggy, because I would never stoop so low as to let the coveted VCW InterJohnnynental Title fall into the hands of a big, sweaty, beery, bad-breathed, big-headed biscuitcase like Crimson. All those Johnnycoholics out there... the last thing they ever want is to see Crimson with my title, and it's my forsworn duty to make sure that NEVER happens. So when I finally get in the ring with Crimson, you have to ask The Question... what would Johnny do? And for once, I don't know the answer yet... but with the future of the VCW InterJohnnynental Title at stake, I'd better find out.

Z. Adderloaf: You seem a little bit uneasy about this, but I can see why... it's definitely the biggest challenge you've ever faced. Moving on to you, Ken Collins, I have to say that you've really been impressive lately. You dominated last week's two-out-of-three falls match, you lasted for over a half-hour in the Big Fight, and let's not forget that about a month ago, it appeared that you were on the verge of defeating Troy Black in the middle of the ring. Now--

Ziggy Adderloaf is suddenly cut off as "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez steps onto the scene, and jerks him aside suddenly. Ken Collins and Johnny Smiles take a threatening step toward him, but he quickly holds out his hands and steps back innocently.

L. Vasquez: Hey, back off, tough guys. If it's a fight you want, I've got a few buddies from the Black Plague waiting around the corner with baseball bats and steel chairs, ready to give Crimson and Macho the night off... all I'm here to do is help Ziggy out with this interview. And since my friends around the corner have been waiting to see me get a guest interview spot, and Ziggy wouldn't dream of disappointing them, I'm sure Ziggy doesn't mind a bit... do you, Ziggy?

Z. Adderloaf: Um... no, certainly, Mister Vasquez. I'd never dream of objecting...

L. Vasquez: Mister Vasquez? I like that, Ziggy. Anyway, I'm asking the questions now, boys. First question... Stacey Lockman. Word on the street back in Beverly Hills says you give good head... but what's your position on doing anal?

Ken Collins steps forward into Lorenzo Vasquez's face angrily, as Stacey Lockman turns red and gives Lorenzo a hateful stare.

K. Collins: I think this interview's over... but first, I've got a question for you. Do you think you can learn some respect, or do I have to beat it into you just like I did Troy Black?

L. Vasquez: Hell, I should've asked you that question... you two have your little "business relationship" ever since Neytron fell off the gravy train, and I bet my ass you'd be in a position to know. And you can be straight with me... you know who I am backstage, and with my inside sources I'm pretty sure know why you're getting this push lately...

Lorenzo Vasquez gets a brief stare from everybody in the room that seems to say "Did he really just say THAT!?", but Ken Collins quickly grabs him by the shirt and shoves him up against the wall, getting right in his face.

K. Collins: I'm going to tell you again... you'd better learn to hold your tongue before I rip it right out of your head.

Lorenzo Vasquez calmly peels Ken Collins's hands off of his shirt and almost gently pushes him back a step.

L. Vasquez: I know some big guys with baseball bats and chairs who wouldn't like that. But what's your problem, man? Is she holding out on you or something? I can understand that, brother... I be a little pissed off too if I ended up jacking off in the locker room every night because my woman wouldn't put out. But that's no reason--

Ken Collins starts to respond, but Stacey Lockman steps forward into Lorenzo Vasquez's face.

S. Lockman: Listen, you greasy-haired maggot, Ken and I are friends, okay!? We helped each other out when Administration X was still running around, and we like spending time with each other. Now, based on your relationship with Troy Black, I can understand how you'd have the idea that you can't be friends with someone without constantly screwing them in the locker room, but--

Lorenzo Vasquez's eyes widen, and his face contorts with disgust as he steps forward to reply.

L. Vasquez: Jesus Christ, woman... you've got to be kidding me. I ain't no damn homo... just come on by my dressing room if you want some proof. I think--

J. Smiles: Hey, listen, Lorenzo... we're really not interested. Why don't you go spend your time on something more important... like maybe taking a bath or something? I've got a rubber ducky you can borrow and everything... just PLEASE, for the love of God, do us all a favor here.

L. Vasquez: Whatever. I just came by to kill this little Ken Collins Admiration Society circle jerk. While you all are bringing up how great Ken Collins is, I figured I might as well mention that he ain't that great, because I beat him three weeks ago, Troy beat him four weeks ago, and Tony beat him six weeks ago. Just to sum it up, Ziggy, Johnny... you can line up to kiss his ass all you want, but the fact is that Ken Collins is a loser, and I think he SUCKS.

Ken Collins steps toward Lorenzo Vasquez, with an eyebrow arched and his face registering a look of amused disbelief, but Lorenzo Vasquez remains unimpressed.

L. Vasquez: Yeah, you heard me, motherfucker. And I'll be laughing my ass off when Crimson and Macho beat both your sorry asses tonight.

K. Collins: Is that a fact!? If you've got a problem with me, how'd you like to settle it in the ring? Me and you, one-on-one... we'll just see who sucks.

L. Vasquez: Oh, come on... you think you want to fight me!? You may be the California Crippler, but you ain't got NOTHING on the Barcelona Assassin. But I'll tell you what... I'll give you plenty of time to realize how stupid this is and back out of it. We'll make the match at No Quarter, on pay-per-view... and at any time before then, if you realize that you don't want to get your fucking arm ripped off, just come on by and beg me to tear up the contract, so you can crawl back under your rock. Otherwise... it's your funeral, bruiser. ... I'll catch you later.

Lorenzo Vasquez steps back, directing one last cocky, but aggressive grin at Ken Collins, then turns and walks off the scene as Ken Collins continues to look after him. With that, the camera fades out on the backstage interview scene.

Wow... Lorenzo Vasquez has a serious problem with Ken Collins, and after that segment, I think the feeling's mutual.We're going to go straight into our next match now. "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as that brings forth "Doctor" Dave Adams, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia, in preparation for his next match. He's going to be going one-on-one with Blade of the Wrecking Crew momentarily... and fortunately, he doesn't grab a microphone as he steps into the ring and prepares to do battle. We've already had enough trouble from him with the backstage segment earlier tonight...

Now "Domination" by Pantera hits the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Blade, one-half of the Wrecking Crew, steps out of the backstage area and begins charging for the ring. He's not wasting any time... he sprints to the ring and slides inside, then begins slugging it out with Dave Adams immediately! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, beginning this match now!

Blade

vs.

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

Dave Adams quickly learns that trying to outbrawl Blade is a bad idea, from getting knocked around the ring repeatedly by his much larger, stronger, and faster opponent. He tries some technical wrestling next, but learns the hard way that Blade's a superior technical wrestler to him as well. When faced with the fact that Blade is a superior combatant to him in all areas, there's only one thing left for Dave Adams to do... cheat. With some outside interference from Nurse Vivacia and several low blows, eye gouges, and undetected foreign object shots, Dave Adams finally manages to take decisive control of the match... but he doesn't count on Blade's toughness, and his DDT only gets two and three-quarters. Dave Adams goes for a uranage at that point, but Blade blocks and then elbows out of it, making a comeback that ends in a massive belly-to-back superplex that folds Dave Adams up like an accordian, knocking him out and enabling Blade to pin him.

Blade pinned Dave Adams after a belly-to-back superplex in 0:08:53.
Rating: 3/4*

Blade has earned the victory here, and the crowd responds with a loud round of cheers as he poses briefly in the ring, then begins making his way backstage. Dave Adams, on the other hand, is laid out, and it takes several seconds and a helping hand from Nurse Vivacia before he can get up and begin staggering backstage. He was simply outclassed tonight, and if Robert Danson has any lingering hard feelings over the previous incident with Dave Adams tonight, he can take some solace in the fact that his friend Blade just beat the stuffing out of him in this match.

We're going to go straight into our next match now, and "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent heralds the arrival of a man who we just heard more than enough from a little while ago... "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez. He steps out of the backstage area to a large round of boos, accompanied by Rebecca Black, and walks to the ring. He was challenged by Ken Collins earlier when he interrupted the interview earlier tonight, but right now we're going to see how he fares against another well-known technical wrestler, Tim Bell.

Here comes Tim Bell now... "Through The Never" by Metallica kicks on over the arena sound system, and Tim Bell steps out of the backstage area to a modest pop from the crowd and begins jogging to the ring. Jennie's not present to accompany him to the ring tonight, as has been the case quite often lately, but this time there's a legitimate, more serious reason for her absence: she's resting at home after sustaining a minor back injury from taking the Grave Digger's Grave Yard Slam on the steel entrance ramp. Thus, Tim Bell is alone as he enters the ring, preparing to take on Lorenzo Vasquez.

Tim Bell enters the ring and stands off to the side, but Lorenzo Vasquez steps toward him, and he's sticking out a hand, offering a pre-match handshake. Tim Bell looks around at the crowd, and they respond with mostly boos, urging him not to accept the handshake, and he tells Lorenzo Vasquez he's not having any of it. Lorenzo Vasquez is insisting, thrusting out his hand again... and Tim Bell drills him with a punch to the side of the head! Lorenzo Vasquez goes down, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!

"The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Tim Bell

Tim Bell starts off the match in firm control, working Lorenzo Vasquez over, bumping him all around the ring and tossing him around with a variety of suplexes. Lorenzo Vasquez tries to gain and keep the advantage with cheap shots and underhanded tactics, but Tim Bell decides early on to fight fire with fire, using some eye pokes and facerakes of his own, in addition to a low blow that draws an outraged squeal and a torrent of screamed obscenities from Rebecca Black on the outside. Tim Bell stops to respond to that by thrusting his crotch forward and pantomiming pushing the back of someone's head toward it, then pointing to Rebecca Black, getting a pop from the crowd and more irate yelling from Rebecca Black... but Lorenzo Vasquez is able to recover and catch him with a jawbreaker as he turns around.

Lorenzo Vasquez gets in some shots on Tim Bell's right arm, no doubt looking ahead to the Barcelona Armbar, then takes the match to the outside, brawling with Tim Bell on the outside of the ring and ramming his head into anything solid and unforgiving that he can think of. He even holds Tim Bell for Rebecca Black, allowing her to slap him in the face, and drawing a threat of disqualification from Bobcat McGavin for that. He takes the match back in the ring, and here Tim Bell is able to use some of his technical wrestling ability to regain the advantage, but with the damage done on the outside he's unable to firmly become dominant in this match. The advantage shifts often for a few minutes, as both men match brawling capabilities and technical wrestling against the other.

Finally, Tim Bell seems to gain a clear upper hand, and he takes Lorenzo Vasquez down with a swinging neckbreaker, then German suplex for two and a half, followed by a brain buster and a piledriver that each get a near fall. With Lorenzo Vasquez practically reduced to dead weight, Tim Bell puts him up on the top turnbuckle and goes up after him, looking for the Top-Rope Frankensteiner... but Lorenzo Vasquez somehow manages to get a few fists into his abdomen, then shoves him off! Tim Bell gets up, and Lorenzo Vasquez comes down at him with a flying axhandle... but Tim Bell blocks it with a superkick!! Lorenzo Vasquez goes down hard, and Rebecca Black jumps up on the apron, screaming obscenities at Tim Bell. He turns around to give her a mildly amused stare, then on a whim suddenly grabs her and kisses her, getting another pop from the crowd. Rebecca Black struggles futilely against Tim Bell, but Lorenzo Vasquez gets up and rushes him from behind... only to collide with Rebecca Black as Tim Bell ducks and steps out of the way!! Lorenzo Vasquez staggers back, and Tim Bell rolls him up from behind... but no, Lorenzo Vasquez grabs his arm from between his legs and twists around into a cross armbreaker on Tim Bell!! Lorenzo Vasquez just put Tim Bell in a cross armbreaker in the middle of the ring, and he's frantically flailing around, looking for the ropes... and he starts tapping out!! Lorenzo Vasquez just won this match!!

Lorenzo Vasquez made Tim Bell submit to a cross armbreaker in 0:12:40.
Rating: ***

The match is over, but Lorenzo Vasquez is still holding the cross armbreaker on, as Tim Bell continues his futile struggles... and Rebecca Black enters the ring as well, with a rather disgusted look on her face. As Tim Bell continues to struggle in the cross armbreaker, Rebecca Black grabs his legs and holds them apart... then drops a knee right into his groin!! The crowd boos loudly, and Lorenzo Vasquez finally releases the cross armbreaker, allowing Tim Bell to curl up on the mat briefly before Lorenzo Vasquez grabs him and pitches him out of the ring. And now he's calling for a microphone... what does he have to say for himself now!?

L. Vasquez: Hey, Ken... making that pathetic loser tap out just now gave me an idea. If you're still dumb enough to want a match with me... let's have a Submission Match. Just like that washed-up little pussy Tim Bell, you think you're some kind of master technician submission wrestler... so let's make it a submission match, and you can just try to make me tap out, motherfucker.

Lorenzo Vasquez tosses the microphone aside, and he and Rebecca Black begin heading backstage, stopping on the outside to stomp at Tim Bell's fallen body a few more times and spit on him. They continue making their way backstage as the crowd boos loudly. Finally, after a few moments, Tim Bell gets up and walks backstage, favoring his right arm heavily, to a very small round of polite applause from the crowd. But in the meantime, we've received word that there's a camera backstage with David Wright Hubbard and Melissa DelArmeggio... let's go to that now.

Backstage...

The VCW World Champion, David Wright Hubbard, is shown sitting backstage with Melissa DelArmeggio. As usual, he has an icepack on his injured knee. They appear to be in the middle of a conversation as the camera joins them.

D.W. Hubbard: All I know is that Rex Richards had damn sure better watch his ass tonight. The way I see it, they all think they're gonna take me down at No Quarter in that Quadruple Threat Match. And if they do, I'm gonna make damn sure I cause as much chaos as I can on my way down.

M. DelArmeggio: Don't worry about the Quadruple Threat Match. When it comes down to it, you've shown you can take either Randy Savage or Tony Garcia... and Falcon'll be there, too.

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, and that damn well makes everything better. The only reason that I'm glad knowing Falcon's in the mix is because I know he has a bad back, and I can take him out with a quick power bomb.

Melissa DelArmeggio shoots an angry glare at David Wright Hubbard.

M. DelArmeggio: Think about this for a second. Tony Garcia and Randy Savage may not like each other, but they have one thing in common... they hate you. They hate you so much that you can't count on them turning on each other. Falcon might just be the only thing standing between you and a handicap match.

D.W. Hubbard: If they want to come at me two-on-one, they can go ahead and try. I know that Falcon's your friend or something, but me and him spent a few months beating the ever-loving hell out of each other a year or so ago, and that kind of bad blood just doesn't go away. I know he doesn't like me, and I damn well know I don't like him. Come on... are you gonna try to tell me that he wouldn't turn around and stick me for a shot at the title?

Melissa starts to open her mouth to protest, then sighs and lowers her head, running her fingers up her forehead and through her hair.

M. DelArmeggio: I wish I could say that and make myself believe it. I don't know. I'm not sure I know about anything anymore. I thought I could trust Troy before this all happened, and now I'm not sure about trusting anybody. I guess I see your point... you can't just put yourself in Falcon's hands.

D.W. Hubbard: No... I don't intend to do that. And I don't need to. I'll tell you one thing right now... when I get in a fight, that fight ain't over until I win it. It don't matter what my opponent thinks. And this little thing with Tony Garcia and Randy Savage... it's not over until I win. Regardless of what they think about it. Regardless of what Falcon thinks about it.

A brief silence follows. Melissa looks at David Wright Hubbard uncertainly, then clears her throat

M. DelArmeggio: What about Rex Richards tonight? Is your knee okay?

David Wright Hubbard gives her an incredulous, amused glance.

D.W. Hubbard: Woman... this is Rex Richards we're talking about. My leg could be ripped off, straight out of the socket, and it still wouldn't be any big thing for me to whip that man's ass.

M. DelArmeggio: I guess you're right. I hope you're right. And you know tonight that Sandis is going up against the Grave Digger. Maybe we should watch his back. We both know the Black Plague might try something.

David Wright Hubbard's face hardens, and he turns away from Melissa briefly, breathing out deeply. When he turns back, his eyes practically burn with malice.

D.W. Hubbard: More power to them if they do. They'll save me the trouble of whipping his ass personally.

M. DelArmeggio: Come on... I'm not saying you should trust him or anything... just that we all have a common enemy.

D.W. Hubbard: You must not have heard what he said about us. Melon-breasted high school dropout and a stupid, crippled redneck. A man's got no call talking like that about people who ain't done a thing to him, unless he's looking for an ass-kicking.

Melissa DelArmeggio's face takes on a look of surprised disgust.

M. DelArmeggio: Melon... breasted?

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah. I wouldn't piss on that man if he was on fire. Rex Richards is just a warm-up, where I'm concerned. After Sandis and the Digger have their little run-in, I believe I just may mosy on down and take care of whatever's left.

David Wright Hubbard stops to briefly lift the icepack and flex his injured knee. Melissa remains silent, as if thinking of saying something, but not sure what.

D.W. Hubbard: But I'll tell you what... I'm thinking that since I'm fighting Rex Richards tonight, and you're taking on Komachi, they might have some kind of plan. Like they might be setting you up so when I come in, they can blindside me and take me out. I'm thinking maybe we should be careful.

C. Ellis: I was thinking the same thing, actually.

David Wright Hubbard, Melissa DelArmeggio, and the camera all turn sharply to see Christina Ellis standing in the door. David Wright Hubbard's look of surprise is briefly replaced by an angry glower.

D.W. Hubbard: Stepping in my locker room uninvited is a good way to end up short a few teeth. Next time, you knock before you come in.

C. Ellis: Sorry. But I just wanted to say... Melissa, I appreciate you helping me out last week with Amy. And tonight, when you go up against Komachi... I'll watch your back.

M. DelArmeggio: Thanks. As you probably heard, I think we'll need it.

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah... thanks.

C. Ellis: Don't mention it. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, especially when our enemies seem to be making friends. I'll be watching out for you guys tonight.

Christina Ellis steps back out of the room and begins walking down the hall, and David Wright Hubbard turns to Melissa.

D.W. Hubbard: Awful convenient, don't you think?

M. DelArmeggio: Yeah... but I think we can trust her. We're way overdue for a little bit of good karma to come back around for us.

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah. But I think we'd best stick to the original plan, and be careful all the same.

The camera fades out on the backstage area, as Melissa nods thoughtfully.

We've got a little more insight now into what's going on with the VCW World Champion and Melissa DelArmeggio... and now it appears that they've allied with Christina Ellis, at least for now. That could help them out quite a bit tonight, given that it's pretty likely that Rex Richards does indeed have some kind of devious plan in mind for tonight. But we don't have time to dwell on that now... "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison is playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd begins cheering, bringing out Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, the Heavy Metal Express, for our next match. They're grinning and playing to the crowd, headbanging and playing air guitar to their music... but they've got a tough fight ahead of them tonight.

"Highway To Hell" by AC/DC begins playing next, and the crowd boos as Jack Norman and Butch Manson step out of the backstage area and begin making their way to the ring. Unlike the Heavy Metal Express, they're walking with slow, grim anticipation, ignoring the fans, instead choosing to focus on the task that they see before them. They enter the ring, and immediately advance threateningly on the Heavy Metal Express. Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell, and this match gets underway!!

Heavy Metal Express

vs.

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson)

The match begins as a pretty even meeting of power and speed. The Heavy Metal Express use their superior skill, quickness, and tandem wrestling ability to confound Hell's Bikers. Jack Norman and Butch Manson retaliate by laying into the Heavy Metal Express with their usual brawling offense, beating them up without much in the way of style or flair. Finally, the Heavy Metal Express takes an advantage, and Lars Coverdale sends Jack Norman sprawling to the outside of the ring. He jumps out onto him with a springboard cross bodypress, then begins brawling with him on the outside... and that would seem to be his crucial mistake. Jack Norman regains the advantage and batters Lars Coverdale severely, and Hell's Bikers isolate him and work him over. After a minute or so, Lars Coverdale breaks their advantage by countering a backdrop attempt from Butch Manson with a Rocker Dropper, and both men make tags. Marty Jannetty comes in on a hot surge, and all four men begin going at it... but Marty Jannetty's comeback surge is cut off when Jack Norman grabs his foot on an attempt for the Sweet Chin Music and tosses him aside by it. When Marty Jannetty regains his footing, Jack Norman nails him with a massive boot of his own, then splatters him on the mat with a huge power bomb. With Lars Coverdale occupied in a struggle with Butch Manson, Jack Norman hauls Marty Jannetty up again, and plants him with the Chokeslam for the victory.

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson) defeated The Heavy Metal Express when J. Norman pinned Jannetty with the Chokeslam in 0:07:03.
Rating: 1/2*

Jack Norman raises his hands in victory and rolls out of the ring as the crowd boos, and Butch Manson breaks away from Lars Coverdale to join him on the outside. Hell's Bikers came in tonight and took care of business, and now they're heading backstage again, with the mission at hand accomplished. Lars Coverdale goes down to check on his fallen partner. Marty's been on a bit of a losing streak lately, and tonight was no exception. Still, the Heavy Metal Express gets a mild pop as Lars Coverdale helps Marty Jannetty to stagger backstage.

We're going to go straight into our next match now, one that we heard some more about just a few minutes ago. "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Komachi comes out of the backstage area, accompanied by Sophie and Minako. They enter the ring, and Komachi performs a series of quick martial arts techniques for the crowd, as Sophie says something to Minako, who rolls her eyes in disgust and turns away as Sophie begins giggling. They both turn to stand in respectful attentiveness as Komachi casts a glance back over their way, and they briefly huddle in the middle of the ring, as if sharing some sort of secret strategy.

"Sad But True" begins playing next, and that brings out Melissa DelArmeggio to a huge round of cheers from the crowd... but she's not alone! Christina Ellis is walking at her side, and none of the three women in the ring seem to be too pleased to see that. They quickly form another huddle... but Melissa DelArmeggio sprints to the ring, not giving them time to think this through! She slides inside and shoves Minako and Sophie aside, then begins opening up on Komachi with a series of punches, as Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!!

Melissa DelArmeggio
w/Christina Ellis

vs.

Komachi
w/Minako & Sophie

Despite Melissa starting off aggressively, Komachi dominates the majority of this match. It becomes clear that not only can she pretty evenly match Melissa DelArmeggio in terms of martial arts prowess and power, but that she's a far superior wrestler to Melissa as well. What's more, Melissa DelArmeggio's back and ribs have been injured over the past few weeks, and Komachi hones right in on the weaknesses with backbreakers, massive slams, and stiff kicks and blows to the ribs. With Melissa worn down, Komachi puts on a bearhug, trying to crush her. But this isn't any resthold... she keeps her elevated, and frequently shakes her like a rag doll from time to time. Melissa finally tries to break the hold with an eye gouge, but Komachi just shakes it off, screams loudly, then brings Melissa crashing to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Komachi goes up to the top turnbuckle, looking to finish Melissa off with a huge flying elbowdrop, but Melissa rolls out of the way, and Komachi crashes on the mat! Melissa quickly takes the advantage, launching a fast barrage of kicks and high-flying moves at Komachi. With Komachi reeling and in serious trouble for the first time in the match, Melissa blasts her with the Back Brain Kick, and makes the cover... but only gets two and three-quarters. Melissa DelArmeggio goes up to the top turnbuckle, looking perhaps to finish this match with a frog splash... but Sophie reaches up and jostles Melissa's ankle, causing her to fall crotch-first on the turnbuckle!! Jerry Rogers immediately calls for the bell... Komachi has just been disqualified!

Melissa DelArmeggio defeated Komachi via disqualification in 0:08:18.
Rating: **

This match is over after that blatant interference... Christina Ellis rushes over and tackles Sophie, then begins pummelling her, but the damage is done... and now Komachi's headed up to the top turnbuckle with Melissa!! She puts her in a standing headscissors and lifts... the crowd goes to its feet, scarcely believing what they think's going to come next... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB TO THE FLOOR!! Melissa DelArmeggio lands back-first HARD on the floor, and she's not moving!! The crowd can't decide whether to chant "VCW!" or boo!

Melissa's wiped out on the floor, and Christina Ellis immediately abandons her assault on Sophie to go tend to her... but Komachi climbs out of the ring, and goes out to further assault Melissa! Christina Ellis stands in her way, preparing to stop her... and Komachi takes a swing at Christina Ellis! But it's blocked, and Christina Ellis begins returning fire on Komachi with a series of punches of her own! But Komachi's martial arts ability comes into play here, and she blocks Christina Ellis's blows, then begins beating the hell out of her. Christina Ellis is trying to fight back... but now Sophie's coming from behind with a chair!! Sophie swings the chair... and Christina Ellis dodges out of the way somehow! Sophie nails Komachi with the chairshot, sending her staggering back, and Christina Ellis quickly snatches the chair away from her and levels Komachi with a second chairshot!!

Christina Ellis turns around to Sophie, raising the chair menacingly... and Sophie immediately turns tail and flees, running at top speed away from Christina Ellis, heading for the backstage area. Christina Ellis rolls Melissa DelArmeggio into the ring, then stands over her with the chair, daring Komachi or Minako to try their luck... but instead, both women simply back away from the ring, with Komachi giving Christina Ellis a stare of pure malice. But then she glances back behind her, as if looking around for Sophie, and it seems that her anger has found a different focus as she begins walking backstage with a purpose, as Minako anxiously follows her, apparently trying to convince her not to do anything rash.

Back in the ring, Melissa DelArmeggio finally gets up to a mild pop from the crowd, then drapes an arm over Christina Ellis to lean on her as she walks backstage. Thanks to Christina Ellis, Komachi's onslaught was cut short tonight, and Melissa's still capable of leaving the ring on her own two feet. But one also has to admit that a good portion of the credit for the failure of Komachi's attack lies with Sophie and her misguided chairshot. Given the low tolerance held by her colleagues for that kind of mistake, her position isn't an unenviable one when she gets back to the locker room.

We're going straight ahead into a third match now, and "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing over the arena sound system, bringing forth Lance Errington to a loud round of boos from the crowd. He's about to go one-on-one with John Uldwall of the Wrecking Crew tonight, but as usual, he seems rather unenthusiastic about the prospect. He's wearing a relatively clean shirt now, but his pants are still spotted with ground-in dust and grime, and his hair remains unwashed and uncombed. He enters the ring and leans against the ropes disinterestedly, not even bothering to grab a microphone to address the crowd. Given his perpetual state of mind these days, that's probably a good thing.

But now "Domination" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out John Uldwall to a large round of cheers from the crowd!! He begins running to the ring, and he slides inside, then goes to one of the middle turnbuckles and poses, raising his arms high in the air and flexing his muscles. But behind him, Lance Errington just came to life! He springs forward and clobbers John Uldwall from behind, causing him to fall backwards off of the turnbuckle, then continues to assault him as Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!!

John Uldwall

vs.

Lance Errington

Lance Errington starts out in control, and immediately hones in on one of John Uldwall's powerful legs, stomping at the knee and dropping elbows into it to try to wear him down. John Uldwall shrugs off the damage and begins trying to mount some offense of his own, but Lance Errington continues to work him over with equal parts brawling and wrestling. For a short while that seems to work; then John Uldwall comes back at him, using his superior physical ability to launch a torrent of devestating offense on Lance Errington. Lance Errington retaliates as the match goes on, but can't quite seem to regain a firm upper hand in spite of frequent shifts in the advantage of this match. Lance Errington seems to realize that John Uldwall is stronger, quicker, and more apt as a brawler than he is, and he relies mostly on his wrestling ability and a sadistic, single-minded focus on destroying John Uldwall's leg. John Uldwall, in contrast, assaults Lance Errington with high-impact clotheslines and shoulder-tackles, bone-jarring suplexes, and a variety power moves. Despite a slight limp inflicted by Lance Errington's work on his legs, John Uldwall seems to generally have the advantage as this match progresses.

As the match progresses, John Uldwall begins to escalate his offense as he continues to demolish Lance Errington. He gets a count of two and three-quarters from a power slam, and a very near fall from a power bomb. With Lance Errington laid flat on the canvas, John Uldwall goes to the top turnbuckle and perches there, preparing to launch the Flying Shoulder Tackle at Lance Errington when he arises. But Lance Errington seems able to anticipate this, and rolls out of the ring on the opposite side, drawing a loud round of boos from the crowd. But that's not stopping John Uldwall... he goes out after him, clobbers him a few times, and then rolls him back into the ring! Lance Errington gets up, backing off... and John Uldwall rushes him with a clothesline, but Lance Errington ducks, and John Uldwall's arm grazes Linda Peterson!! It wasn't a solid hit, just knocking her down and shaking her up a little... but Lance Errington fishes a pair of brass knuckles out of his jeans!! John Uldwall turns to confront him... and Lance Errington blasts him in the temple with the brass knuckles!! And Linda Peterson was in the process of getting up, and didn't see it!! John Uldwall goes down, and Lance Errington quickly shoves the brass knuckles down his pants and falls across John Uldwall to cover, as Linda Peterson makes the three-count.

Lance Errington pinned John Uldwall after hitting him with the brass knuckles in 0:09:00.
Rating: * 3/4

Lance Errington has stolen another victory, and he stomps down on John Uldwall a few more times, then spits on him. The crowd boos as Lance Errington smiles a nasty, if hollow, smile and raises his hands in victory, then prepares to leave the ring... but someone's coming out of the backstage area! It's Blade, John Uldwall's partner!! He runs to the ring and slides inside, and immediately stands up to confront Lance Errington! Lance Errington grabs the brass knuckles again and takes a swing, but Blade blocks it, then begins opening up on him with massive right hands of his own! Lance Errington staggers back, and John Uldwall's getting up behind him! John Uldwall grabs Lance Errington from behind, and takes him down with a HUGE release German suplex!!

Lance Errington's down, but Blade and John Uldwall aren't finished yet. They're picking him up from each side, and lifting him together... DOUBLE POWER BOMB!! The crowd explodes into cheers. That took the wind out of Lance Errington's sails... but it's STILL not over! Blade goes to the top turnbuckle and perches up there, as John Uldwall crouches in the opposite side, as the crowd rises to their feet, eager to see what's about to come. Lance Errington gets dazedly to his feet after several seconds... BREAKDOWN!! The Wrecking Crew just hit Lance Errington with the Breakdown, and he's completely laid out now!! Blade grabs a microphone now, as the crowd continues to cheer, and begins to speak loudly, still filled with intensity.

Blade: I wanna make one thing clear RIGHT NOW!! We're the Wrecking Crew, and we get respect! You think anybody can screw us around!? You better think long and hard about that. I don't care whether it's "Doctor" Dave Adams, this greaseball loser right here, or the God damn Grave Digger who tangled with us last week... you wanna try to pull your shit with us, and you're gonna get your ass broke down. You want to pull your brass knuckles on my partner, you dumb son of a bitch!? Just remember this... when you throw out the rules, you're playing by OUR rules... and we play rough.

The crowd cheers, and Blade throws aside the microphone to head backstage with John Uldwall, leaving Lance Errington flattened in the middle of the ring. The crowd cheers the Wrecking Crew's departure, and some trainers are sent out to help and scrape Lance Errington's immobile carcass off of the mat. After some prodding and help, he gets to his feet on his own and shrugs them off, staggering backstage to lick his wounds. He just had the living hell beat out of him tonight, and the Wrecking Crew have made a statement... they're not going to take any crap from anybody.

It's now time to move onto another match... "All Star" by Smash Mouth begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings forth Moy Lazzario to a modest round of cheers from the crowd. He comes to the ring and slingshots himself in over the top rope, then poses for the crowd briefly, getting another modest burst of cheers. As his entrance dies down, he grabs a microphone... evidently he has something to say before his match.

M. Lazzario: In a few moments, I'm about to face Julian Page, the leader of the Hammer of the Gods and the most pretentious ASSHOLE walking God's green earth... but that's not what I want to talk about right now. Right now, I want to talk about a certain talentless, worthless muscleheaded mama's boy that's getting a title shot tonight. My old pal, Rex Richards. Last week, he laid me out backstage, and thought we'd be done with it... but that won't happen. We're not done yet... not by a long shot. But tonight... I just want to wish him the best of luck in his title match... because I know I'd love to have a chance to win the VCW World Title in the process of whipping his punk ass!!

The crowd gives a modest pop, but that's quickly replaced by boos as "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing over the arena sound system, and Julian Page comes out, holding a microphone. Moy Lazzario shoots Julian Page a look of irritation, but Julian Page just smirks back at him before raising his own microphone.

J. Page: You... let me tell you something. First of all, you deserve to get a shot at the VCW World Title about as much as I deserve to be stuck in the ring with a third-rate chump like you. The highlight of your whole damn career was running around as the weak half of a tag team with Mongo McMichael. Let's face it, pal... you'd have trouble licking a stamp without someone else backing you up, and everybody who has even the faintest inkling of how great I am knows that you're gonna be staring up at the lights while I cover you in ten minutes, tops. You're really not worth my time to begin with, and that's all I have to say to you.

Now, what I've got to say is to your chump friend, Johnny Smiles. Johnny... yeah, as the evening transpires you have a match with Crimson and Savage to look ahead to, but I'm gonna tell you one more thing you really oughtta know. You're focused on Crimson, and trying to stay alive against him... but after your underhanded tactics in the Big Fight cost me my hard-earned chance at retrieving the VCW Intercontinental Title... after I sweated and bled in that ring, ruling the roost for over an hour, only to be cheated out of what was rightfully mine... I'm not done with you yet. So now I'm telling YOU something. Johnny... Crimson... you either step off and let me take what I deserve, what I EARNED the right to have with over an hour of blood and sweat, or you're gonna find out what it's like to get pounded into the ground by the Hammer of the Gods.

The crowd boos, and Moy Lazzario rolls his eyes, sighing in disgust as he looks at Julian Page.

M. Lazzario: Blah, blah, blah... jibber jabber jibber... aw, just SHUT UP, you COMPLETE blithering MORON!! You talk about the hour of blood and sweat you gave in the Big Fight... hell, at the rate you're going you're about to give us an hour of snivelling, whining CRAP!! But I'm not gonna stand here and take it anymore, which leaves you with two choices. Either you come on in and I kick your ass, or I come out there, drag you in here, and THEN I kick your ass!!

Julian Page just smirks again, raising an eyebrow.

J. Page: Is that so? Well, that's all right... this will NOT take long.

Julian Page tosses aside the microphone, rushes to the ring, and climbs aside, then immediately locks up with Moy Lazzario as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, calling for the bell! This match is underway now!!

Julian Page

vs.

Moy Lazzario

Despite the relative inexperience of both men, they display a good amount of technical wrestling ability and ring savvy as they go after one another. The advantage changes often in the early goings of the match, but finally after several minutes Julian Page gets a clear edge with a low blow. He slows the match down a little bit, working Moy Lazzario over and keeping him relatively immobile... a smart strategy, given that Moy Lazzario is probably the quicker of the two men. In usual fashion, he works over Moy Lazzario's leg, first with a few stomps and elbows, then with a half Boston, which Moy Lazzario spends a rather unhealthy amount of time in before he reaches the ropes. Confident that the match is in his hands, Julian Page goes for a figure-four leglock, but gets kicked off when he tries to apply it and collides with a corner of the ring.

As Julian Page staggers out of the corner, Moy Lazzario gets to his feet. Julian Page tries to cut off Moy Lazzario's intended comeback, taking a swing at him as he gets up, but Moy Lazzario blocks and goes on the offensive. In spite of a severe limp, he still manages to assault Julian Page with a quick and competent flurry of offense, though he's not moving as quickly as he might ordinarily. As Moy Lazzario tries to go in for the kill, a German suplex gets a count of two and a half against Julian Page, and a Michinoku Driver gets two and three-quarters. Moy Lazzario hobbles into the ropes and goes for a Thesz press, but his injured leg can't put the right kind of spring into the motion, and Julian Page catches him, then brings him down on a knee in an inverted atomic drop. Moy Lazzario staggers back, and Julian Page doubles him over with a kick to the midsection, then hooks his head... he's going for the DDT!! But Moy Lazzario counters it with a Northern Lights suplex for two and three-quarters again!

Julian Page gets up, dazed, as Moy Lazzario hits the ropes again... and this time, Julian Page is too off-guard to catch the Thesz press, and goes down under Moy Lazzario!! Moy Lazzario peppers him with a series of punches, then pulls him up and gives him a swift kick to the midsection... ACE CRUSHER!! He STILL thinks he's Steve Austin, evidently... and he goes for the cover... but Julian Page throws a shoulder up at two and three-quarters!! Moy Lazzario signals that the match is at an end, and hooks Julian Page, going for the Slingshot Suplex... but his knee buckles as he tries to lift him!! He drops him back into the standing front chancery position, favoring his knee... and Julian Page hooks the injured leg, and counters with a fisherman suplex for the three-count!!

Julian Page pinned Moy Lazzario with a fisherman suplex in 0:08:53.
Rating: ** 1/2

Julian Page raises his hands in victory and rolls out of the ring as the crowd continues to boo, heading backstage. He outwrestled Moy Lazzario tonight, plain and simply... but how will he fare against Johnny or Crimson when he tries to go through with his promise to reclaim the VCW Intercontinental Title? We can't exactly say for sure... but right now, we're being told that a camera's backstage, on a confrontation between Lance Errington and Tim Bell, of all people! Let's go to that now...

Backstage...

Tim Bell's backstage, sitting in his street clothes as he watches the rest of the show on a monitor, sipping occasionally from a bottle of water. Lance Errington walks into the room suddenly, and Tim Bell turns his head to look at him with a stare of pity and disgust.

T. Bell: Listen... I've already had one run-in with a hygenically-challenged punk today... I don't want any. Take it somewhere else.

L. Errington: It doesn't matter what you think you want... I've got something else for you. Knowledge. An old proverb says that all knowledge is power. And after seeing your match tonight... it's obvious that you're too powerless to turn it away.

T. Bell: What're you talking about!? Go stop by and visit the Wrecking Crew so they can beat you to a pulp again and save me the trouble. I know what you're all about, and I don't want anything to do with you.

L. Errington: You think you know what I'm all about? You really think you know all there is to know about Lance Errington? Then you must know that I have something to tell you that I don't think you want to miss. Something important, about something important to you. I know you haven't been winning many matches lately.

Tim Bell seems to be growing increasingly impatient with Lance Errington, and he stands up to confront him.

T. Bell: If you've got something to say, say it. But if you're here for trouble, I've got all you want and then some.

L. Errington: Thank you all the same. I have enough problems in my life without having the need to subdue a pathetic wretch like you. Now, as for what I have to tell you... you can hear it. I know what's been gnawing at you, what's been killing your spirit, even when you don't know yourself. You're no longer yourself when you wrestle. It constantly eats at your mind and your fighting spirit like a vulture pecking at carrion. Even tonight, you lost because you're a damn idiot with his head somewhere else. And I know why that is. The man who took your title from you took a lot more than that. Just watch a few tapes of your last few matches... you're pathetic! Your confidence and focus are gone. You wrestle like a backyard amateur.

T. Bell: I'm losing patience with this real fast.

L. Errington: Is that so? Then I'll just say it. I'm a man who deals in truth, especially painful, destructive truths like the one I bear for you... and in learning the truth, I've been places where I should not have been, and I've seen things I should not have seen, and heard things I should not have heard. And it is because I have seen and heard these things that I can tell you the truth that I now give you.

Lance Errington steps forward and grabs Tim Bell, then pulls him forward and pulls his head so close that his lips actually touch his ear. He whispers a few brief words into Tim Bell's ear, speaking so softly that the camera catches only a few wispy traces of syllables. Tim Bell's face flashes with surprise, then becomes skeptical and slowly clouds over with anger.

T. Bell: Thanks for absolutely nothing, Lance... and now let me tell YOU something. I've reached the end of my tolerance for having you in my locker room... and I have NO tolerance for being lied to. So get out of my sight before I knock your lights out.

Lance Errington quickly backs up, holding his hands in front of himself defensively.

L. Errington: Okay, fine. Fine... I'm sorry.

Lance Errington turns to leave... but as he turns around, a hand reaches into his blue jeans and pulls out some brass knuckles. Instead of leaving, he whirls sharply around, and catches Tim Bell with a blow from the brass knuckles, then crouches over him and begins beating him up with them repeatedly. Tim Bell's quickly busted open by the assault, and by the time Lance Errington rises from his fallen body, blood is streaming down his face and starting to trickle onto the floor. Lance Errington stands up and spits on his unconscious body, glaring angrily.

L. Errington: You want the truth!? I GAVE you the truth. It's not my fault if you can't fucking handle it. If you want somebody to lie to you... go talk to your little friends about it.

Lance Errington turns and walks out of the locker room angrily, leaving Tim Bell in a bleeding heap on the floor.

What in the hell was that all about? What did Lance Errington have to say to Tim Bell, and why did it provoke that kind of incident? We don't have time to dwell on it right now... we're heading right into our next match, for the VCW Television Title! "Blinded By The Light" by Manfred Mann is playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Robert Danson, along with Nicole, to a modest pop from the crowd. He smiles and waves at them as he jogs ahead to the ring, then holds the ropes open for Nicole. The crowd gives them a decent-sized round of cheers as Robert Danson poses in the ring, with Nicole at his side.

But the cheers quickly turn to boos as "Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing over the arena sound system. Brujah steps out of the backstage area, wearing the VCW Television Title and accompanied by Rebecca Black. He gives the camera a sidelong glare that seems to say "Get the hell away from me", and walks to the ring slowly, then climbs inside. He begins to go up to one of the second turnbuckles to pose with the VCW Television Title, but then seems to decide against it and just steps down, hands the title to Rebecca Black, and turns to face Robert Danson. Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

For the VCW Television Title:

Brujah (c)
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Robert Danson
w/Nicole

In spite of his lack of enthusiasm while coming to the ring, Brujah immediately turns and viciously begins assaulting Robert Danson. Robert Danson doesn't seem prepared for the onslaught at first, but he quickly gets tired of taking a beating and retaliates, bringing his superior power advantage into play, suplexing Brujah a few times, then tossing him across the ring with a huge Gorilla Press slam. But Brujah keeps pulling himself up and coming after Robert Danson, attacking with a lot of stiffness and intensity, and begins wearing out Robert Danson's back, targetting it in preparation for his Power Bomb. But Robert Danson's back is pretty well-muscled and powerful, and Brujah's attacks don't seem to be meeting with quite as much success as they would with another opponent. Robert Danson retaliates with some impressive offense of his own, showing a very underrated display of power, technical ability, and quickness rolled into one.

Brujah finally takes the advantage again as the match spills out of the ring, outbrawling Robert Danson, and taking him back-first into the steps and ringpost. Back in the ring, Brujah continues to wear out Robert Danson, beating him mercilessly and doing his best to destroy his back. The hard collisions with the steel on the outside seem to have weakened Robert Danson's back severely, and Brujah continues attacking him with a single-minded focus. Finally, Brujah goes for the Power Bomb, but Robert Danson seems to know it's coming, and counters it with a Frankensteiner! Brujah gets up to go after him again, but Robert Danson blocks a punch, then begins opening up on him and making a big comeback, using his superior power, speed, and wrestling ability to compensate for the wounded state of his back.

With Brujah reeling, Robert Danson moves in for the kill, getting two and a half from a pumphandle slam, and two and three-quarters from a flying clothesline. A belly-to-belly suplex also gets two and three-quarters, and Robert Danson goes to the top turnbuckle, intending to follow it up with a flying legdrop... but Brujah rolls out of the way!! Brujah begins assaulting Robert Danson again, then rips the padding off of one of the turnbuckles, ignoring Brendan Powers's protests. He tries to whip Robert Danson back-first into the turnbuckle, but Robert Danson reverses it! Brujah runs chest-first into the corner, and staggers backwards... into a release German suplex from Robert Danson!! Robert Danson goes up to the top turnbuckle and hits Brujah with a flying legdrop... this time it connects, but only gets two and nine-tenths!!

Robert Danson picks Brujah up again, and with obvious difficulty muscles him up for the Running Powerslam... but Brujah squirms free, and slides out behind him! Robert Danson turns around, and Brujah drills him with a kick to the gut, then whips him back-first into the exposed turnbuckle bolt!! Robert Danson cries out in pain as his back hits the steel, and staggers forward... into another kick to the midsection, which Brujah quickly follows with a standing headscissors and the Power Bomb!! He goes for the pin... and only gets two and nine-tenths!! He bitches to Brendan Powers a little bit, but then realizes that won't accomplish anything and goes to one of the top turnbuckles... but he spent too long arguing with the referee, and Robert Danson catches him, and follows him up!! Robert Danson drills him in the gut a few times and hooks him in a front chancery... superplex!! But Robert Danson's back gives out on him, and he crashes to the mat under Brujah, who hooks a leg and gets the three-count!!

Brujah defeated Robert Danson via pinfall in 0:10:27.
Rating: ***
(Brujah retained the VCW Television Title.)

Brujah stomps at Robert Danson a few more times, then picks him up as if to administer more punishment, but abruptly decides it's not worth it and drops him to the mat again, then rolls out of the ring to reclaim the VCW Television Title and head backstage with Rebecca Black, with the crowd's boos echoing behind him. A few seconds later, Nicole helps Robert Danson to his feet, seeming a little disappointed in his inability to win, and helps him to limp backstage. Brujah continues to find success as the VCW Television Champion... Troy Black and Tony Garcia are probably watching somewhere, smiling.

"Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Johnny Smiles and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins come out of the backstage area, along with Stacey Lockman. They stop briefly in the aisle to console Robert Danson as Nicole helps him backstage, then enter the ring and begin posing and playing to the crowd, getting a loud round of cheers. And now Johnny Smiles is handed a microphone, much to the delight of the crowd, which sits in anticipation of the first part of his routine.

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!!

The crowd cheers loudly.

J. Smiles: Tonight... we're set to have it out with Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage. They've got a lot going for them in this match... they're both former World Champions, they're both members of a greasy biker gang... and they both got dumped out of the ring by one of us at the Big Fight! "Macho Man" Randy Savage doesn't mean anything to me ever since he stopped wearing those nifty pastel-colored cowboy suits... and as far as Crimson goes, if he wants the VCW InterJohnnynental Title, he'll have to take it from my dead body--

Hold it, "Walk" by Pantera just kicked on over the arena sound system, and Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage just stepped out of the backstage area!! The crowd's booing loudly, and Crimson has a microphone.

Crimson: Take it from your dead body? That ain't gonna be a problem.

Crimson tosses aside the microphone, and he and "Macho Man" Randy Savage begin heading for the ring.

J. Smiles: Yeah... well... you'll have to catch me first!!

Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage slide into the ring, but as they do, Johnny slides out to the outside. Ken Collins takes a step to advance on Crimson and Savage, but sees that Johnny's not with him, and bails out to the outside as well. Crimson and the Macho Man turn to each other and share a disgusted chuckle, then begin daring Johnny to get into the ring. Linda Peterson gets into the ring, though, and calls for the bell!

Johnny Smiles & "The California Crippler" Ken Collins
w/Stacey Lockman

vs.

Crimson & "Macho Man" Randy Savage

After quite a bit of coaxing from Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman, some taunts and threats by Crimson and Randy Savage, and a threat of a count-out by Linda Peterson, Johnny Smiles finally climbs into the ring, timidly, against Crimson... and immediately starts getting mauled. Crimson batters him around the ring like a rag doll, effortlessly administering a brutal beating. Several times Johnny tries to scramble for his corner and make a tag, but each time Crimson grabs him and hauls him back over, then continues beating the hell out of him. Only a minute and a half in, Crimson tries for a Chokeslam to end the match early... but Johnny's survival instinct finally seems to kick in, and he kicks Crimson in the groin, doubling him over, then takes him down with a bulldog and tags in Ken Collins!

Unlike Johnny, Ken Collins immediately goes after Crimson aggressively, working over his right shoulder and arm, then nailing him with a series of stiff chops to the chest. But Crimson just absorbs all this offense, and takes a massive swing at Ken Collins... who ducks under it, wraps around behind him, and takes Crimson down with a belly-to-back suplex! Ken Collins outwrestles Crimson with his superior quickness for a few moments, then tags in Johnny, who nervously comes in and begins going after Crimson a little uncertainly, taking him down with a swinging neckbreaker, then seeming emboldened and putting on an armbar, only to be disappointed when Crimson quickly drags himself to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope.

Johnny tags Ken Collins again, and he goes back to work on Crimson, savagely targeting his right arm and shoulder... but Crimson finally regains control when he elbows his way out of a German suplex attempt, then tags in Randy Savage. They begin working over Ken Collins, taking turns at overpowering him and beating him up. Several times, Ken Collins counters one of their attacks and tries to head to his corner to make the tag, but each time Randy Savage or Crimson is able to regain the advantage and stop him just before he can make the tag. After a few minutes of abuse, Crimson takes Ken Collins down with a power bomb for two and nine-tenths, then seems to sense that the match is nearly over. He motions to the crowd for the Chokeslam, and lifts Ken Collins by the throat... but his arm seems just a little bit shaky and weakened as he lifts Ken Collins for the Chokeslam... and Ken Collins twists out of it, countering it with an armbar takedown of sorts, then flowing through into the California Crossface!! Crimson's caught in the California Crossface, and he has to struggle for several seconds to finally make it to the ropes, but he does. He starts to get up... but Ken Collins dives for his corner, and tags in Johnny!

Johnny immediately enters the ring and begins attacking Crimson in a mixture of desperation and enthusiaasm, catching him off-guard with a quick flurry of offense. Randy Savage comes in as well, and Johnny holds him off too, taking him down quickly several times. Ken Collins quickly pulls Randy Savage to the outside and begins brawling with him out there, leaving Johnny alone in the ring with Crimson. Johnny continues his offensive flurry, taking Crimson down with a backbreaker, then a Russian legsweep, after which he stands back, measuring Crimson as he gets up... and he takes him down with a superkick!! Crimson goes down, but someone's coming out of the backstage area! It's Lorenzo Vasquez, and he has a chair!! He comes from behind Ken Collins and nails him with the chair... but on the inside, Linda Peterson didn't see it, and Johnny Smiles just picked Crimson up on his shoulders... and he plants him on the mat with the Smiledriver!! The crowd erupts, as Johnny Smiles goes for the pin... AND CRIMSON KICKS OUT AT ONE!! That didn't even keep Crimson down for a two-count... that just made him mad!! Johnny quickly scrambles up to the top rope as Crimson stands up, hoping to have better luck with a high-risk move... but Ken Collins is down, and he's not there to stop Randy Savage from jumping up on the apron and pushing Johnny Smiles off the top turnbuckle... right into Crimson, who grabs him by the throat!! He carefully braces Johnny Smiles with his left arm, then lifts him... CHOKESLAM!! Crimson just flattened Johnny Smiles with the Chokeslam, and he puts a foot on his chest as Linda Peterson goes down and makes the three-count!

Crimson and Randy Savage defeated Johnny Smiles and Ken Collins when Crimson pinned J. Smiles with the Chokeslam in 0:11:05.
Rating: 1/2*

Johnny Smiles was just flattened by that Chokeslam... but would he have gotten any further had Ken Collins been there to neutralize Randy Savage? Crimson seems to be nearly invincible... we saw how much abuse it took David Wright Hubbard to defeat him at Wrestlewar, and even then, he only pinned him by a fraction of a second. Short of another unstoppable powerhouse like Tony Garcia or the Grave Digger, can anybody really hurt Crimson!? Crimson's not abusing Johnny any further, fortunately... but he's grabbing the VCW Intercontinental Title from the timekeepers' table, and strapping it on!! The crowd boos as Crimson puts the title around his waist, then begins walking backstage with Randy Savage, stopping only to make lewd suggestions as to what Stacey Lockman might do for him backstage, earning an angry glare from her.

After several minutes, Johnny Smiles and Ken Collins recover... and Johnny Smiles looks around for his title belt, unable to find it! Stacey Lockman seems to be telling him what became of it... and he doesn't look pleased to hear that! Johnny Smiles and Ken Collins begin staggering backstage with Stacey Lockman, and Johnny seems to be in his own little world as he contemplates what just happened. He's still the VCW Intercontinental Champion, by the books, but Crimson dominated him and took his belt tonight, and that doesn't seem to be sitting well with him at all as they head backstage.

We're going to go straight into a VCW World Title match now... and here comes the challenger!! "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye begins playing over the arena sound system, and Rex Richards steps out of the backstage area, along with Minako, Sophie, and Komachi, to a loud round of boos from the crowd. Komachi can't seem to help glaring constantly at Sophie, who timidly shies away from her. They enter the ring, and the three ladies pull off Rex Richards's robe, revealing his muscular physique, which he proceeds to show off by kneeling and flexing his muscles while the three women perform choreographed karate motions around him. Komachi seems to get careless and accidentally sends Sophie sprawling to the mat with a wayward spin kick during the choreographed motions, but Rex Richards steps forward to say something to her, and Komachi grudgingly helps Sophie up to her feet. It looks like there's clearly dissention in the ranks here... and Rex Richards has a microphone!

R. Richards: All right, ladies... tonight's the night that I prove to everybody just why I am the best thing going in VCW, by becoming the VCW World Champion right here, tonight!! David Wright Hubbard thinks he can take me... but I'm one bad-ass individual, and all my scandalous females know karate... I'm "Double R" Rex Richards, and I've come from Japan to kick your ass and take the VCW World Title!! So come on down, big man, and come get some!!

Rex Richards is about to get his wish... "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just kicked on, and here comes the VCW World Champion, David Wright Hubbard, to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos!! As usual, he's wearing the VCW World Title and a kneebrace, and he's not wasting any time ... he limps to the ring briskly and pauses briefly to set the VCW World Title aside, then climbs inside and begins brawling with Rex Richards! Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, and this match begins now!!

For the VCW World Title:

David Wright Hubbard (c)

vs.

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

David Wright Hubbard starts out firmly in control, taking Rex Richards down repeatedly, fighting with a fair amount of intensity despite a limp caused by his injured knee. Rex Richards seems to be caught off-guard by David Wright Hubbard's sheer offensive power and capability... but the tide turns when Komachi trips David Wright Hubbard from the outside. Rex Richards immediately takes control, and begins working over David Wright Hubbard's injured knee, hoping to exploit that weakness and earn a victory for himself. But even with this weak point to exploit, he finds it hard to keep David Wright Hubbard down. He goes for a figure-four leglock, but David Wright Hubbard pulls him down into a small package for a two-count. They both get up, and Rex Richards charges, but David Wright Hubbard brings him down with an armdrag takedown into an armbar!! Rex Richards scrambles to the ropes, seeming a little unnerved about his lack of success so far.

David Wright Hubbard gains control again and tosses Rex Richards to the outside of the ring, then begins battering him some more, taking him head-first into the ring apron, the ringsteps, and the steel post. He continues working over Rex Richards's arm as well, wrapping it around the ringpost a few times and smashing it against the steps. Wearing down a body part isn't normally a tactic that David Wright Hubbard uses a lot, but given his lack of success against Tony Garcia lately, he seems to be trying to come up with a new plan. Rex Richards isn't faring so well in this match as David Wright Hubbard continues to batter him on the outside... but the tide turns again when Minako comes from behind and pulls on David Wright Hubbard's hair. He turns around to threaten her... but is caught by a low blow from behind from Rex Richards.

Rex Richards takes the match back into the ring and continues working over David Wright Hubbard's knee. But David Wright Hubbard continues to survive, first escaping a half Boston by struggling to the ropes, then kicking him off back into the corner when he goes for a scorpion deathlock. David Wright Hubbard gets up, mounting a comeback, and begins beating the hell out of Rex Richards again. He's slowed down considerably by his weakened knee, and even walking seems to be difficult for him, but he's still forcing himself to stay on Rex Richards, not letting him have a minute of respite! He whips him into the turnbuckle, then brings him crashing down with a powerslam for two and a half as he comes out. David Wright Hubbard opens up on Rex Richards with a series of punches, then whips him into the ropes and NAILS him with a huge lariat when he comes off... but when he goes for the cover, Sophie puts his foot on the ropes at two and a half, unseen by Jerry Rogers!!

David Wright Hubbard turns to argue with Jerry Rogers about that, but as he does, Rex Richards gets up behind him! Rex Richards rushes forward to clobber David Wright Hubbard from behind, but David Wright Hubbard moves out of the way, and Rex Richards collides with Jerry Rogers!! Jerry Rogers goes down, and Rex Richards turns around... right into a kick to the midsection, then a standing headscissors... and a power bomb!! Rex Richards is down... but the women are up on the apron!! Minako charges in... and David Wright Hubbard casually steps forward and murders her with a massive lariat!! Sophie comes from behind and begins clobbering him in the back ineffectively... and he turns around, ignoring her pleas for mercy and frantic apologies, and doubles her over with a knee to the midsection, then lifts her... POWER BOMB!! Sophie folds up like a piece of paper and bounces up off of the mat, flipping over to land face-down on the canvas, and David Wright Hubbard turns to Komachi... JUST IN TIME TO GET A FACE FULL OF BLUE MIST!! David Wright Hubbard staggers back, clutching his eyes... and Rex Richards is up!! He hooks David Wright Hubbard's head... DDT!! David Wright Hubbard's down, and Rex Richards rips off his kneebrace and chucks it aside, then grabs his legs and applies a figure-four leglock!!

Jerry Rogers is back on the job, asking for a submission as David Wright Hubbard struggles and thrashes around in the figure-four leglock... but he's not giving up!! Not this time, with the title on the line... he's trying to turn it over!! He's slowly making it... and he turns the hold over!! The figure-four leglock is broken, but David Wright Hubbard's injured knee was unprotected by the kneebrace that time, and must have been severely damaged by the figure-four leglock! He gets up, barely able to stand... but now Komachi's distracting Jerry Rogers, and Rex Richards just reached into his trunks and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles!! He takes a swing at David Wright Hubbard, but David Wright Hubbard ducks, then pivots on his good leg to catch Rex Richards with a blindly swung lariat!! He drops across him for the cover as Jerry Rogers turns around, and Jerry Rogers counts to three!! In spite of every bit of dirty trickery Rex Richards could muster, David Wright Hubbard wins!!

David Wright Hubbard pinned Rex Richards after a lariat in 0:09:39.
Rating: * 1/2
(David Wright Hubbard retained the VCW World Title.)

David Wright Hubbard quickly rolls out of the ring, and begins making a pathetic attempt to hobble backstage... but it's clear that his wounded leg can't even begin to support his weight without the kneebrace, after taking that kind of damage. Komachi seems to notice too... she just grabbed a chair, and she's advancing on David Wright Hubbard as he tries to retreat... but Melissa DelArmeggio and Christina Ellis come sprinting out of the backstage area carrying chairs of their own, drawing a loud burst of cheers from the crowd! They come to stand at David Wright Hubbard's side, and Komachi seems to think better of assaulting them now. Instead, she rolls back into the ring and helps Rex Richards and Minako to their feet, as David Wright Hubbard is helped backstage by Melissa DelArmeggio and Christina Ellis.

Rex Richards, Minako, and Komachi watch David Wright Hubbard withdraw with angry stares... but Sophie remains laid out on the mat. Finally, Rex Richards sighs in disgust and hauls her to her feet, and all four of them begin heading backstage as well, with the boos of the crowd echoing behind them. Still, one mustn't forget that Rex Richards came frighteningly close to winning the VCW World Title today... this is a clear sign of just how much he's improved since being the whipping boy for the Inquisition a year or so ago.

But now... we're ready for the main event. This match was made at the request of Troy Black, who has said that in order to earn the right to face him, Sandis Arlington must make it past the Grave Digger tonight. Sandis Arlington and the Grave Digger have met one-on-one once before, in SMCW, and the Grave Digger emerged with the victory... but word has it that Troy Black isn't looking for the Grave Digger to defeat Sandis Arlington tonight... he wants the Grave Digger to destroy Sandis Arlington tonight. And with the possible exception of Tony Garcia, it's hard to see where he could have picked a better man for the job.

"Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot kicks on over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as the massive Grave Digger steps out of the back, accompanied by Rebecca Black. He slowly walks to the ring, then steps up on the apron and steps over the top rope to the inside... and the crowd's reaction seems to be a mixture of awe and hatred. He's one of the biggest men to ever set foot in a VCW ring, and quite possibly the most devestating force ever to exist in VCW as well. He has beaten the best SMCW has to offer, even laying waste to the entire SMCW roster single-handedly... he even destroyed Falcon, defeating him in under ten minutes at Inner Fury!! Tonight, word has it that he's been ordered to mangle Sandis Arlington beyond recognition, and Sandis must not only win this match, but survive it.

"Last Beat Of Your Heart" by Mission UK begins playing next, and the crowd explodes into cheers. Here comes Sandis Arlington... and for all the hype that the Grave Digger's been given, let's not forget that Sandis Arlington also has an amazing track record coming out of VCW, with his only loss coming to the Grave Digger! He was the sole survivor of a huge twenty-man elimination match at SMCW's Requiem show (pinning the Grave Digger in the process), and he's proven himself capable of beating SMCW's "franchise boy" Strahd on a regular basis. He enters the ring as the crowd cheers, not backing down from the Grave Digger for a second... where Sandis is concerned, the Grave Digger's just a giant obstacle standing between him and the showdown with Troy Black that he came to VCW for! The two men just stare across the ring at each other as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!

Sandis Arlington

vs.

Grave Digger
w/Rebecca Black

Sandis Arlington boldly steps forward as the match begins and he's telling the Grave Digger something... he's daring him to take a swing at him!! The Grave Digger raises a fist... but the other hand shoots out and grabs Sandis by the throat!! He's looking for a chokeslam, but Sandis Arlington grabs his wrist and twists away, then whips him into the ropes, and takes him down with a drop-toe hold as he comes off! The Grave Digger begins to get up, but Sandis opens up on him with a volley of repeated punches... that don't even faze him! The Grave Digger gets up, and takes a swing at Sandis, but Sandis ducks and grabs him again, trying to whip him into the ropes... but the Grave Digger reverses it, and runs off the other side! He goes for a Yakuza kick, but Sandis dodges and the Grave Digger staggers off-balance to fall leaning against the ropes... and Sandis Arlington sends him over the top rope with a running dropkick!

Sandis goes to the top turnbuckle, with the Grave Digger down on the floor... SHOOTING STAR PLANCHA!! The Grave Digger goes down underneath Sandis, and Sandis crouches over him, opening up on him with more punches, which the Grave Digger continues to shrug off. The Grave Digger gets up and rushes Sandis, but Sandis side-steps and grabs his hair, taking him head-first into the steel ringpost! The Grave Digger goes down, but gets up again... but as he does, Sandis Arlington leaps up on the apron and takes him down with an Asai moonsault to the floor!! Sandis Arlington gets up and takes the Grave Digger head-first into the apron, then rolls him back into the ring. The Grave Digger gets up again... and Sandis Arlington leaps up on the top rope, then comes in to take him down with a springboard dropkick!!

With the Grave Digger reeling, Sandis Arlington continues to assault him, but the Grave Digger just keeps coming back. Sandis Arlington goes for a DDT, but the Grave Digger just flings him over his head to the outside of the ring with a HUGE belly-to-belly overhead suplex! Sandis Arlington crashes to the floor in a heap, and now it's the Grave Digger's turn to brutalize Sandis Arlington on the outside. He mauls him on the outside of the ring for a while, then takes him back in and continues the brutality. But when he whips Sandis Arlington into the ropes, Sandis ducks a Yakuza kick, then comes off the other side with a leaping clothesline... only to be caught by the Grave Digger!! The Grave Digger caught him... GRAVE YARD SLAM!! That could do it... but Sandis kicks out at two and a half, amazingly! A lesser opponent probably wouldn't have survived that at all!

The Grave Digger puts on a cobra clutch, going for the Cradle to Grave next, but Sandis Arlington drops down and breaks that with a jawbreaker! The Grave Digger's down, and once again Sandis goes on the offensive, hitting the Grave Digger from all angles and trying to stay out of the way at his powerful attempts at retaliation. He takes the Grave Digger down a few times, but isn't able to keep him down. Sandis staggers the Grave Digger again, then runs into the ropes... and Rebecca Black trips him from the outside!! Sandis Arlington staggers forward... right into a devestating Yakuza kick from the Grave Digger!! The Grave Digger pulls Sandis Arlington up into a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! He just flattened him... but he's not going for the cover!! The Grave Digger just pulls Sandis up, into a cobra clutch... CRADLE TO GRAVE!! But he's still not going for the cover... now he's grabbing Sandis Arlington by the throat! He lifts him... come on, Sandis is nearly dead already... CHOKESLAM!!! Sandis Arlington is a twisted, battered wreck on the mat, and the Grave Digger's still not going for the cover!

Rebecca Black's telling the Grave Digger to use the Burial, and he nods to her... this is unnecessary. Sandis Arlington's already been wiped out by the previous offense. The Grave Digger picks up Sandis's limp carcass, and hoists it into position for the Burial... but Sandis suddenly comes to life, and takes him down with a spinning headscissors!! The Grave Digger gets up, and rushes Sandis Arlington with a massive lariat... but Sandis ducks, and catches him on the chin with a superkick when he turns around! The Grave Digger crashes to the mat, and Sandis grabs him from the side as he gets up... RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!! The Grave Digger's down, and Sandis Arlington's going up to the top turnbuckle... MOVING SHADOW!! That could do it!! He covers the Grave Digger and hooks a leg... KICKOUT AT TWO!! The Grave Digger's not done yet by a long shot!!

Sandis Arlington rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair... this isn't a no-DQ match, but I don't think Sandis cares! He enters the ring with the chair... but the Grave Digger's up, and he drills the chair into Sandis's face with a Yakuza kick!! Sandis Arlington goes down, and the Grave Digger picks him up... he's pulling him into position again!! BURIAL ON THE CHAIR!!! All right, that had to have done it... but the Grave Digger's not done yet! He picks Sandis up again... and gives him a second Burial on the chair!! He's trying to cripple him in the course of doing Troy Black's bidding!! He's beginning to pick him up again for a third burial, ignoring Bobcat McGavin's demands that he just go for the cover and get it over with...

But wait, here comes the Wrecking Crew!! What're they doing here!! They run to the ring, and John Uldwall slides inside at a corner as Blade runs around to the other side and climbs to the top turnbuckle! The Grave Digger's oblivious to their presence as he muscles Sandis into position for a third Burial... but Blade yells "OVER HERE!!" and the Grave Digger drops Sandis and turns around... BREAKDOWN!! The Grave Digger crashes to the mat, and that's an immediate disqualification!!

The Grave Digger defeated Sandis Arlington via disqualification in 0:25:03.
Rating: ** 1/2

The Wrecking Crew just took the Grave Digger down with the Breakdown... but he sits up!! The Grave Digger's getting up... and John Uldwall grabs the chair! He begins whacking the Grave Digger in the face with it repeatedly!! The Grave Digger staggers back... and Blade runs into the ropes behind him, nailing him with a spinning leg lariat to the back!! He staggers forward again... right into a diving chairshot from John Uldwall that takes him off his feet!! The Wrecking Crew is demolishing the Grave Digger, paying him back for that double chokeslam and double Burial last week!!

Rebecca Black's signalling to somebody backstage... here comes Lorenzo Vasquez!! He's running to the ring... but Ken Collins runs out behind him, intercepting him on the way there, and begins brawling with him in the aisle!! Lorenzo Vasquez is getting the hell beaten out of him by Ken Collins, and he can't make it to the ring! But someone else is coming out of the backstage area... it's Brujah!! Brujah's running to the ring with a chair in his hands, past Ken Collins and Lorenzo Vasquez, whose brawl is drifting out of sight to the backstage area... and inside the ring, the Grave Digger's back up, somehow holding his own against the Wrecking Crew!!

The Grave Digger takes Blade off of his feet with a massive right hand, then begins slugging it out with John Uldwall... and Brujah slides into the ring, carrying a chair! He draws back the chair... AND NAILS THE GRAVE DIGGER!! What the hell!? Rebecca Black's staring into the ring in shock, as the Grave Digger goes down to one knee, and now John Uldwall grabs the other chair, and they both draw back... DOUBLE CHAIRSHOT!! The Grave Digger goes down, and Blade's up as well!! Sandis Arlington has rolled out of the ring and is making his way backstage, with only a contempt-filled glance as his acknowledgement of what's going on in the ring. All the same, this doesn't look good for the Grave Digger! Brujah sets down his chair and puts him in a standing headscissors, and each member of the Wrecking Crew stands at his side. They lift him up... TRIPLE POWER BOMB ON THE CHAIR!! The Grave Digger's down!!

Brujah stands over the Grave Digger and looks down at him, saying something to him that the cameras don't quite pick up. Blade and John Uldwall exchange a glance, and then each man offers a hand to Brujah... but Brujah just gives them a disgusted look and shakes his head, then rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage, ignoring Rebecca Black as she screams obscenities at him. It's well-known that he doesn't care for the Grave Digger, but this was a blatant attack on him!! What's going through Brujah's head!! Sandis Arlington has survived this match, and will go on to face Troy Black... and the Wrecking Crew just took down the Grave Digger, thanks to Brujah's chairshot!! What can we expect to come of this!? We're out of time tonight... see you next week!!

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