Monday Night Wrestling 04/02/01 (VCW 114)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, once again! We're coming to you live from the Delta Center in Utah, with another solid edition of VCW Monday Night Wrestling!! Sandis Arlington survived a match with the Grave Digger last week, thanks to some intervention from the Wrecking Crew and, surprisingly, Brujah... and tonight he'll team up with Melissa DelArmeggio to face Troy Black and Amy Lin!! In addition to that match, in our main event, Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage will face VCW World Champion David Wright Hubbard and VCW Intercontinental Champion Johnny Smiles tonight!! And...

Hold on just a second... "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica is playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into deafening boos as Troy Black and Amy Lin come out of the backstage area, arm in arm. They're followed out by Tony Garcia, Rebecca Black, "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez, Brujah (who looks rather surly today), and Desmond. The only one noticably absent from the assembly is the Grave Digger. They enter the ring, and Troy Black immediately grabs a microphone, as the crowd begins doing their best to drown him out with boos.

T. Black: Last week, I wasn't...

The crowd's boos give way to a loud "SLUT!" chant, directed at Amy Lin. Troy Black clasps Amy's hand tightly with his free hand and whispers something to her, but the chant only gets louder.

T. Black: We don't need to deal with this. Come on.

Troy Black turns and walks over to the ropes, then holds them open for Amy to step out, drawing a loud burst of cheers from the crowd. That only seems to annoy Troy Black even more, and he immediately gets up and returns to the center of the ring.

T. Black: We're not going anywhere. I suggest you sit down and shut your mouths.

The crowd only responds with a louder round of boos.

T. Black: Now... last week, Amy and I decided to take a vacation, and Tony Garcia had to be home to celebrate his little girl's birthday. We weren't here to make sure everything went smoothly... and because of that, there were a few problems. One of those problems... involved you, Brujah.

Brujah turns to Troy Black with a defiant glare, and he grabs a microphone of his own. But before he can raise it to speak, Troy Black continues.

T. Black: You've told me about your position, and I understand why you did what you did... but you can't let personal issues get in the way of what's good for all of us. I've personally decided to see to it that you don't have to deal with the Grave Digger. That's fine. You don't have to be his tag team partner or his best friend. But he's still a valuable tool for the Black Plague, and if you lay a hand on him from this moment on... there's going to be a problem.

Brujah: Valuable tool... I don't think so. Last week, he didn't get the job done. Sandis Arlington's alive and kicking, because the Grave Digger wasn't good enough to finish him. The Wrecking Crew came in and utterly destroyed him. Your unbeatable monster, your valuable tool, didn't get the job done because the Wrecking Crew came in to tear him apart. I was just there to get my shots in before they finished him off. The Grave Digger's just wasting your money and our time. If you want Sandis Arlington out of the way... give him to me. Back in SMCW, they never let me have a shot at Sandis Arlington... but it's supposed to be different here. You want Sandis out of the way... I'm your man.

T. Black: Sandis is my concern now. I'm giving you your opportunities... but tonight, I'll team with Amy against Sandis and Melissa... and at No Quarter, the match has been signed... and that is the time for me to destroy Sandis Arlington.

Brujah: Okay, fine. But since you're handling Sandis personally, I guess the Grave Digger's outlived his usefulness, right? And before you fire him, I want you to let me have one last match against him. Give me the honor of taking him on and sending him out of VCW flat on his back.

T. Black: It seems to me like you're being a little bit short-sighted. The Grave Digger has one other task set in front of him... and that's as an insurance policy. We know that Tony Garcia is far and away the most capable fighter in the Quadruple Threat Match at No Quarter, but it's been proven before that even a talentless, impotent cripple like David Wright Hubbard can get lucky and slither away from a title match with the title. So, since I didn't HAVE to give Sandis Arlington a match against me at No Quarter, I had a bit of leverage when I negotiated the Sandis vs. Grave Digger match last week with James Applebee. He agreed to let the Grave Digger have a title shot the day after No Quarter, should he defeat Sandis Arlington last week... and he won that match via disqualification. So on the off-chance that Tony Garcia DOESN'T become VCW World Champion at--

Brujah: Hold it one damn second! You got a title shot for the Grave Digger!? Listen to me, Troy... you said that I was going to be the one getting title shots. You said you weren't going to hold my career down like they did in SMCW. You--

T. Black: Brujah... you're not listening. I'm going to do everything for you that I said I'd do for you. Listen to me, and if you don't agree with what I'm saying, I'll tear up the contract and let YOU have the title shot instead. But you have to listen to me.

Brujah just stands and glares at Troy Black, awaiting the explanation.

T. Black: Now... the first thing I want to know is whether or not you feel Tony Garcia deserves the VCW World Title, as of right now. Tony Garcia has given twenty-five YEARS of his life in this business, and despite being one of the toughest men the world has ever known, he has always stepped aside to let someone else... someone who was family... have the spotlight. Now, in the waning hours of his career, he wants to hold the VCW World Title just once... but he was cheated out of it, even though everyone but one blind referee saw him make David Wright Hubbard tap out at the Big Fight. Tony Garcia deserves to be the VCW World Champion. Would you agree?

Brujah: Troy, that's not the point--

T. Black: Listen to me. Do you agree that Tony Garcia deserves to be VCW World Champion?

Brujah: ... Yeah. He deserves it. Hell, he deserves it more than I do. More than anybody.

T. Black: Okay. You're with me so far. Now... you've got a long career ahead of you. You're not yet thirty... you have a long time in which to become a World Champion. And when you do win your first World Title, it should be a moment of triumph for you... not a moment in which you are bound by respect and allegiance into allowing Tony Garcia to have what you have just agreed is rightfully his. Would you also agree with that?

Brujah: Yeah... I guess so.

T. Black: The Grave Digger, on the other hand, has already been a World Champion... and furthermore, he's not family. Not like you are. I couldn't care less about where his career goes... only that it's mine, bought and paid for, to use as I see fit. So in the unlikely event that Tony Garcia is cheated out of the title yet again... the Grave Digger will come on the following night to collect the title and give it to the man who rightfully deserves it, who has proven that he deserves it in the middle of a VCW ring on pay-per-view... Tony Garcia. However, if justice is served this time, and Tony Garcia does emerge with the title... we forfeit the title shot, and perhaps the Grave Digger's services will no longer be required after all.

Brujah: And then, you send me after him... and I tear him into bloody chunks and mail the pieces back up to Toronto.

T. Black: Perhaps. The point is that your time will come. The Grave Digger... he's still just a tool of the Black Plague. Our motivation is in our family ties and loyalty to one another. His motivation is in the checks I write to him every week. He's here to serve our purposes, and that's all. I know why you feel the way you do, and I apologize for what happened... but you can't let these issues get in the way of loyalty to your friends and family.

Brujah: You mean to tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing, in my situation!? I've seen how you get... you would've done the exact same thing, Troy. Don't even try to tell me you wouldn't.

Troy Black steps back, not expecting this approach, but Tony Garcia suddenly grabs a microphone, and steps forward to Brujah.

T. Garcia: Don't you even start, boy. Troy didn't always get along with his family and friends, but we patched it up a long time ago, and he's a changed man. See, we're not like the Inquisition... we're united. We're in this for each other. But just like the Superstar, we're capable of enforcing a little discipline when we need to. You hear people talking about "tough love" too much these days, but I'm gonna tell you straight up. We're on your side, boy... but if you can't learn some self-control, I'm gonna put the screws to ya. You catch my drift!?

Brujah's fists clench as he stares at Tony Garcia, seeming to size him up, while Lorenzo Vasquez, Rebecca Black, and Troy Black suddenly become tensed and ready for a violent outbreak, and Desmond looks on with concern... but "Last Beat Of Your Heart" by Mission UK begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Sandis Arlington steps out of the backstage area. Everyone in the ring turns to look at him, not seeming particularly happy to see him... but the tension in the ring has been forgotten. Sandis stares down the aisle at the assembled Black Plague, with an amused smile on his face.

S. Arlington: So, is this what you've lowered yourself to, Troy? Bickering with a man who used to wear women's stockings on his head and another man who was chased from SMCW by a pudgy little fellow who talks to a teddy bear? You should be thankful I've come here to challenge you. It could be just the brush with greatness you need to lift you out of a mess like this.

T. Black: Save it for someone who might believe it. Everyone here knows you were about to get beaten to death by the Grave Digger last week before circumstances saved you.

S. Arlington: I see you just haven't learned from all the other people who have written me off and left me for dead. But now I'm here, I'm alive, I'm coming for you, and there's nothing left you can do about it. You can't hide behind that giant monkey any longer, Troy, and you know it.

Troy Black starts to respond, but Tony Garcia cuts him off and steps forward, raising the microphone.

T. Garcia: I think you need to shut up now, punk. You think you're a big man because you beat Strahd a few dozen times over in your little igloo shows in Toronto? Boy, let me tell you something... half the people in this business have kicked Strahd's ass. Troy Black... he wrote the book on kicking Strahd's ass at Inner Fury. That doesn't impress nobody. But me... I've been in this business twenty-five years now. I've made a career out of ending other people's careers. You want to impress somebody... why don't you try me on for size!?

S. Arlington: All right. Troy, I see you've found yourself a new monkey to hide behind... send him over here, and I'll take care of him too.

Tony Garcia steps out of the ring and rushes up the aisle at Sandis Arlington... and he's not backing down!! They meet at the top of the ramp and start trading punches... but Sandis Arlington blocks one of Tony Garcia's right hands, and begins firing back with blows of his own!! Tony Garcia staggers back after a series of punches... and Sandis pivots and catches him on the jaw with a superkick!! Tony Garcia goes down and begins tumbling down the entrance ramp... but the Grave Digger steps out from behind Sandis Arlington, from the backstage area!! The crowd boos, and Sandis turns around... and the Grave Digger catches him by the throat!! CHOKESLAM ON THE RAMP!! Sandis Arlington's laid out, and the Grave Digger picks him up again, muscling him into position... BURIAL!! Sandis Arlington was just wiped out with a chokeslam and the Burial, both on the solid steel entrance ramp!! Troy Black just smiles, and raises the microphone again, as Tony Garcia gets up, wiggling his jaw and checking for blood...

T. Black: I'm not hiding behind anybody, Sandis. That's why he's not going to finish you off... he's saving that job for me. I'll start on it tonight in our tag team match... and at No Quarter, you'll be lucky to even be able to drag your battered body to the door and show yourself out of my wrestling company.

"For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as the Black Plague leaves the ring and begins heading backstage, thought Brujah still isn't taking his eyes off of the Grave Digger. Sandis Arlington is still laid out on the steel ramp, and we have to wonder... what kind of condition will he be in later on tonight, for the tag team match? As the Black Plague makes their way backstage, and trainers come out to check on Sandis Arlington, we're going to go to a video sent to us from the Whitmore Mansions, where Falcon is resting, trying to recover his severely injured back in time for No Quarter. Let's go to that video now.

Video Footage...

Falcon is shown sitting in a plush, elaborately decorated chair in an equally extravagant room. The walls are adorned with paintings and tapestries, and a large crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Lady Erica Whitmore sits in a chair beside him, wearing an agreeably plain, loose day dress, and Falcon's looking rather uncomfortable in a polo shirt and a pair of dress slacks. Furthermore, he's cleanly shaved, and none of his facial piercings are in, with the net effect being that he looks surprisingly respectable. A butler approaches them, carrying a tray with a glass of red wine and a bottle of obscure, expensive imported beer. He turns to address each of them as he hands them their respective drinks.

Butler: For you, Erica... and this is for you, Lance.

L.E. Whitmore: Thank you, Jithers... but this is Falcon. I haven't been seeing Lance for over a year now, remember?

The butler turns and squints at Falcon briefly.

Butler: What sort of a name is "Falcon"?

Falcon: Don't worry about it, man. Thanks for the beer, though.

The butler gives him an odd glance, then turns and walks away. Falcon opens the beer and takes a sip of it, then sets it down on a nearby coffee table, but upon getting a slight glare from Erica, he seems to remember to lift it and put a coaster under it.

Falcon: Anyway... they sent a camera here because they want a video, I guess. I've got a title shot at No Quarter. That's fine by me... you'd think they'd want someone who actually won a match in the past month or so, but hey... I'm not looking any gift horse in the mouth.

L.E. Whitmore: That one loss to Troy Black isn't the end of the world. You're still one of the best wrestlers in the whole company.

Falcon: Yeah, that's true. I mean, I thought I'd really hit bottom when I lost the ultimate, climactic battle to my arch-enemy... but then she took me here and dressed me up like this. I can take losing to Troy Black, but this...

L.E. Whitmore: Come on, it can't be that bad... look at yourself in the mirror sometime. You look positively dashing!

Falcon: "Dashing", huh? Well, you better believe I'll be dashing on out of here as soon as I can. All this stupid etiquette... can't wear shoes in this house, can't say bad words in this house, can't jack off in this house--

Lady Erica Whitmore bolts up in the chair suddenly, with a horrified glare and the faintest hint of a smile on her face.

L.E. Whitmore: Falcon! Don't SAY THAT!

Falcon: Yeah, see what I mean? But really, I have to admit this place has its good points... and I guess they didn't send the cameras here to hear me whine about how bad I have it recuperating in a fifty-room mansion. So I guess it's time for the big wrestling promo... time to get everyone pumped up for my title shot. But instead, I'll just tell you how it is.

It seems like everyone's just looking at me as the guy that Applebee put in there so that Tony Garcia and the Macho Man don't gang up on Cowboy Dave. Maybe that's what people think, but I'll tell you something else. I've had my run-ins with David Wright Hubbard, Tony Garcia, and the Macho Man... and if you check the records, I won most of those fights. I'm a former VCW World Champion. I know I've taken my fair share of brutal beatdowns, but I've given out a few, too. So you can look at me and see the guy that they threw in to save David Wright Hubbard from a two-on-one beatdown... but the way I see it, I'm the best athlete and the best fighter going into that ring.

As far as my back... yeah, it's a little stiff in the mornings, but it's feeling pretty strong these days. Hell, all those nagging little injuries that I used to think of as a fact of life on the road... I'm not feeling them any more. When I step in the ring at No Quarter, you're not getting the cripple who dragged himself into the ring at the Big Fight to get slaughtered by Troy Black for the sake of a girl who couldn't care if he lived or died these days... you're getting the guy who walked into the VCW Arena for the first time back in '98, who went through Dean Sanders, Gabriel Black, David Wright Hubbard, and Lance Errington all in one night, and walked out of there with the VCW World Title. It's been a while since VCW has seen me at full strength, looking out for number one... but I think at No Quarter, you're all in for a big surprise.

Falcon takes another swig of the beer as the camera fades out on the video footage.

We're back in the ring area... and Falcon makes a good point, in that he's probably going to come into this match more physically and mentally prepared than we've seen him in the past. But right now, "Smells Like Nirvana" by Weird Al Yankovic starts playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Hunk Higgins and Ruby Richard Cage, the Middle-Aged Outlaws, begin making their way to the ring, along with "The Pest Of The West" Jesse Smark. They enter the ring and commence with the usual posing, to the usual lukewark reaction with the crowd. Still, we have to wonder... what're they up to here? It's obviously no good, because Ruby Richard Cage just grabbed a microphone, and it looks like we're going to go through the usual routine.

R.R. Cage: You love me... you hate me... you'll NEVER get rid of me. Hear that, Vickie Romano!?

The crowd boos loudly... they wouldn't mind being rid of him, truth be told.

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

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

The crowd boos, and Hunk Higgins grabs the microphone.

H. Higgins: Well, ya know somethin', Hunkamaniacs, the wrestling world is in a sorry state of affairs. We've got these crooked promoters running their flea market operations right under our noses, brothers, and I'm sick and tired of all the crap, dude. Last week, we found out that Vickie Romano wants to get rid of us, and she's sending those two big, nasty, stinky, wart-infested creeps from Writer's Block to take us out, brother. Maybe she's just upset that I won't let her ride my fifteen-inch python--

R.R. Cage: Bro... come on. That's not even realistic. Don't lie to the people.

H. Higgins: Okay... you're right, brother. But I won't let her ride my ten-inch python--

R.R. Cage: Come on, they're not gonna buy that either.

H. Higgins: Okay, my eight-inch python--

R.R. Cage: No, man.

H. Higgins: My six-inch python--

R.R. Cage: They can see the outline in your trunks, bro. They know better.

H. Higgins: Four-inch python--

R.R. Cage: Give it up, man.

H. Higgins: Two-inch python--

R.R. Cage: Ehhh... close enough.

H. Higgins: But anyway, brothers, the point is that I'm calling Vickie Romano and Writer's Block out here right here, tonight, so we can beat them like the cowards they are!! So Writer's Block, Vickie Romano... what'cha gonna do when Hunkamania, the big man Ruby Richard Cage, and the biggest ego in the wrestling world RUN WILD ON YOU!?!?

The crowd boos... and I think we now officially have way too much information about Hunk Higgins's anatomy. But "Devil's Dance" by Metallica just kicked on, and here come Vince and Ed, the two members of Writer's Block, accompanied by Stormy Weathers, Vickie Romano, and Fred Errara! And Vickie Romano has a microphone...

V. Romano: Oh, PLEASE. This is just what we DON'T need... a couple of unattractive, old, middle-aged geezers with NO sex appeal whatsoever, standing around making dick jokes. Quite frankly, I've never been more disgusted in my LIFE. I think I'm gonna be sick!

As Vickie Romano complains, Fred Errara opens a bottle full of pills and shovels several of the pills into his mouth, then swallows them. A crazed, lustful look appears in his eyes, and he snatches the microphone away from Vickie Romano.

F. Errara: But when it comes to the ladies... I know the only sickness they'll be feeling when I'm around is lovesickness. Because my package is a lot like a hospital syringe... when I prick you with it and squirt my special medicine inside you, you know it's gonna cure what ails you!!

Fred Errara begins thrusting his crotch wildly at the audience, and the crowd boos, except for two slutty women who jump the guardrail and strip to their bra and panties, then begin feeling Fred Errara up and cuddling against him as they lead him backstage. Vickie Romano watches them go with an affirmative nod and a smile, then turns back to the Middle-Aged Outlaws with a look of disgust on her face.

V. Romano: We'll still have our Losers Leave VCW Match at No Quarter, but since you want it, and since the people want it, we're gonna give you a taste of Writer's Block against the Middle-Aged Outlaws right here, right now!!

S. Weathers: Are you sure about this, woman?

V. Romano: Look, Stormy... don't ask questions. They were originally just booked for No Quarter, but now we're letting them go at it early tonight... quite frankly, we're giving away a pay-per-view quality match on free TV!! The ratings are gonna be through the roof!! Now, Writer's Block, get in there and show those two old-timers who's boss!!

Both members of Writer's Block charge to the ring and begin brawling with the Middle-Aged Outlaws, as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!

Writer's Block
w/Stormy Weathers & Vickie Romano

vs.

Middle-Aged Outlaws
w/Jesse Smark

To call this match an ugly mess would be to insult ugly messes all across the globe. After a minute or so of Writer's Block dominating the match (and putting forth less than no effort, if such a thing were possible), Vickie Romano hits Vince with a chair, causing him to stagger back... into a Ruby Cutter from Ruby Richard Cage!! Ruby Richard Cage covers, and Bobcat McGavin counts three!! What the hell was that all about!?

The Middle-Aged Outlaws defeated Writer's Block when R.R.C. pinned Vince after the Ruby Cutter in 0:01:21.
Rating: -*** 1/4

The Middle-Aged Outlaws roll out of the ring, celebrating, and retreat backstage... they just won this match, thanks to Vickie Romano!! What the hell's going on here!? Stormy Weathers is red in the face, boiling with anger as he picks up the microphone...

S. Weathers: Woman!! What in the HELL are you doing!? You just cost my boys the match right there!! We just lost!!

Vickie Romano grabs a microphone as well, turning to face Stormy Weathers with an irritated look on her face.

V. Romano: Look, Stormy... I know what I'm doing. We let them win this one, because it puts more heat on the rematch at No Quarter, and more heat means more drawing power, and that means that you're number-one. Once again, you fail to show any foresight at all. Quite frankly, I don't know why I waste my time with you...

Stormy Weathers seems to calm down, but the look on his face is one of confusion rather than understanding...

S. Weathers: Well, I guess that makes sense, sort of... well, not really, but maybe...

V. Romano: Stormy, look. I'm a professional scriptwriter and creative director. I do this for a living. You'll just have to trust me.

S. Weathers: Well... all right. Ol' Stormy's gonna be number-one, by hook or by crook!!

Vickie Romano nods and smiles, and now Stormy Weathers, Vickie Romano, and Writer's Block begin heading backstage. One thing's for sure... the losing team of the No Quarter match probably won't be missed by many VCW fans. The crowd boos as they go backstage, but at least that's over with for the evening, hopefully...

We're ready to move ahead with the next match, now. "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Marty Jannetty, who jogs to the ring slapping the palms of the fans and grinning goofily. He climbs inside and begins playing air guitar and banging his head, getting a modest pop from the crowd. He hasn't been winning very many matches lately, and to try to turn that streak around tonight will require more than just a display of skill or a little luck. It's probably safe to say that only an act of God is going to allow Marty Jannetty to walk away tonight with the victory...

And here comes the reason why! "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins blaring over the arena sound system, and that brings out the Grave Digger, accompanied by Rebecca Black! Marty Jannetty has a fairly proud list of career accomplishments, having held the WWF Intercontinental Title, the VCW Intercontinental Title, and the WWF World Tag Team Titles... but this is the Grave Digger we're talking about here. A snowball in hell stands more of a chance than Marty Jannetty does tonight, but he seems blissfully unaware of that fact as the Grave Digger climbs up on the apron and steps in over the top rope. Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

Grave Digger
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

"The Heartbreak Dude" Marty Jannetty

As soon as the Grave Digger steps into the ring, Marty Jannetty lashes out at him with the Sweet Chin Music... but the Grave Digger shows deceptively quick reflexes, batting his foot aside, then grabs him and plants him on the mat with the Grave Yard Slam. He puts a single hand on Marty's chest, and Brendan Powers counts to three.

The Grave Digger pinned Marty Jannetty after the Grave Yard Slam in 0:00:06.
Rating: DUD

The crowd boos, but with no surprise... the Grave Digger has beaten Marty Jannetty, but no other outcome was possible. He immediately turns and leaves the ring area, with the crowd still booing behind him. After several seconds, Marty Jannetty is also able to peel his deflated carcass up off of the mat and stagger backstage. He was utterly annihilated tonight, without a doubt.

We're going straight to another match now... "Blinded By The Light" by Manfred Mann begins playing, and that brings out Robert Danson, along with Nicole. Last week, he gave VCW Television Champion Brujah a big run for his money, coming close to walking away with the title... but it wasn't meant to be. For some reason, he seems full of purpose as he strides to the ring, and grabs a microphone.

R. Danson: Hi, there, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Robert Danson... if you're a regular fan of VCW, you probably already know me as the strapping lad with a great body and a perfect smile. I have a lot of things, actually... a fair-sized amount of money, a fashionable sportscar, a lot of good friends, a beautiful girlfriend... but some people want some of the things that I have. And I'm talking about "Doctor" Dave Adams. My lawyers are currently suing him for malpractice over what he did to poor Nicole last week... but me, I'm a more direct, take-charge kind of guy. As you all know, I don't back down from a challenge... when the going gets tough, it's time to teach some folks a lesson.

So I'm tossing out a challenge to you, "Doctor" Dave Adams... how about a match at No Quarter? I'll be generous and even drop my lawsuit against you... but there are stipulations. When I win... you'll pay me a five hundred dollar cash sum as an out-of-court settlement for Nicole's maltreatment last week... but if you should happen to win, then poor Nicole must agree to be your personal servant, and do anything... absolutely ANYTHING... that you ask of her. It's a high stakes kind of situation, I'm aware... but that just goes to show how confident I am. So if you'll accept this challenge, good doctor... I'll see you at No Quarter.

The crowd gives a mild round of cheers for that, and Nicole raises an eyebrow skeptically at Robert Danson, but nothing more is said... but now "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into boos as "Double R" Rex Richards steps out of the backstage area, accompanied by Minako, Sophie, and Komachi. They enter the ring, and the three women help Rex Richards to remove his robe, then perform an intricate martial-arts sequence around him as he poses in a flashing red and gold spotlight. As the fanfare dies down, he takes off his sunglasses and hangs them in Minako's cleavage, then grabs a microphone and turns to Robert Danson.

R. Richards: Look at you, you stupid punk. You may think you're hot stuff, but you ain't "Double R" Rex Richards, buddy. You think that girl there's anything special!? Where I see it, you've got one girl, who doesn't have a drop of martial arts talent in her body... but I've got THREE scandalous females, and they're all masters of karate!! I'm a bad-ass individual, and pretty soon you'll be able to tell your punk-ass friend Moy Lazzario what it's like when I whip your ass!!

Rex Richards just stepped forward and started trading blows with Robert Danson!! Linda Peterson enters the ring, calling for the bell, and this match is beginning now!

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

vs.

Robert Danson
w/Nicole

The match begins with each man using some power moves from his offense against his opponent when he can, as they each try to demonstrate more power and physical strength than their opponent. But it soon becomes clear that Robert Danson's the more skilled of the two men, and he starts to take the advantage with technical wrestling... only to be cut off when Minako trips him on the outside. Nicole objects, but she's not about to retaliate after Komachi fixes her with a malevolent glare. Rex Richards takes the advantage and works over Robert Danson for a few minutes, but when he goes for the DDT, Robert Danson counters with a Northern Lights suplex. Robert Danson makes a big comeback, getting the crowd behind him as he takes Rex Richards down repeatedly, but the Running Powerslam only gets two and three-quarters. Undaunted, he goes up to the top turnbuckle for a flying legdrop... but Sophie distracts Linda Peterson, and Komachi slaps his ankle, causing him to fall crotch-first on the turnbuckle! Rex Richards recovers and brings him down with a superplex for two and three-quarters, then plants him in the middle of the ring with a Death Valley Driver for the win.

Rex Richards pinned Robert Danson after a Death Valley Driver in 0:08:36.
Rating: 3/4*

The crowd boos as Rex Richards rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage with Minako, Sophie, and Komachi. He just stole another victory, thanks to the intervention of his three female accomplices. Robert Danson, on the other hand, hasn't been too successful lately... but for Nicole's sake, he'd better be able to turn things around at No Quarter, if "Doctor" Dave Adams accepts his challenge. He receives a mild round of applause from the crowd as Nicole helps him to his feet and escorts him backstage.

We're heading into another match now, and "War Machine" by KISS kicks on, bringing out Stiff Competition, Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd. They're walking to the ring with purpose, and climbing inside... and now they've got microphones. They have something to say...

D. Sanders: For several weeks, now, we've been having our difficulties with those barbaric ruffians in Hell's Bikers. It should be understood that these men are solid fighters and competitors... but they simply are not Stiff Competition. And just as we've demonstrated that in the past weeks, we're prepared to demonstrate it again, right here, tonight.

B. Rogers: Yeah, let's get one thing straight!! There's only one damn barbaric ruffian in VCW, and that's me, Bass Rogers!! I'm the biggest badass in the business, and if Hell's Bikers don't want to see it that way, I'm ready to grind those beefy punks into raw hamburger!! I don't care if it's Jack Norman, or it's Butch Manson, or if it's Crimson himself... you send some people out here, and we're gonna break their stinking faces into a million bloody pieces, right here, tonight!!

Stiff Competition is calling out Hell's Bikers for a match right here, tonight! And "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC just kicked on, so it sounds like that challenge is about to get accepted! Here come Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers, as the crowd explodes into boos... and they're heading for the ring right now!! They climb inside and begin brawling with Stiff Competition, as Jerry Rogers enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson)

vs.

Stiff Competition

Both teams tear into one another aggressively, brawling and attacking viciously. Dean Sanders even dips into his arsenal of technical wrestling knowledge, taking Hell's Bikers down to the mat and stretching them or wearing them down. Jack Norman and Bass Rogers continue to use the same brawling and power moves that have worked out for them so far, while Butch Manson relies more on pure sadism and aggression, busting Bass Rogers open on the outside, then ripping and tearing at the bloody wound to make it even worse. Jack and Butch eventually manage to isolate Dean Sanders and beat on him for a few minutes, but with his technical ability and ring intuition, they can't keep him down too long before he escapes, and makes the hot tag to Bass Rogers. All four men enter the ring, and a chaotic brawl ensues, but the heavily bleeding Bass Rogers seems to just go crazy, bringing down both Jack Norman and Butch Manson several times in a rage before planting Butch Manson with a power bomb, then covering him for the three-count.

Stiff Competition defeated Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman and Butch Manson) when B. Rogers pinned B. Manson with a power bomb in 0:10:50.
Rating: 3/4*

Stiff Competition are celebrating that victory, and a huge, crazed grin forms on Bass Rogers's bloody face as he climbs to the top turnbuckle, then raises his hands high in the air and bellows mightily. Dean Sanders is more reserved in his celebration, simply nodding in calm approval as Jerry Rogers raises his hands in victory. But Jack Norman and Butch Manson have rolled out of the ring, and now Jack Norman has a microphone...

J. Norman: You boys think you're so damn hard up!? I've got one for ya, you sons of bitches! We wanna hook it up again at No Quarter... but this time, let's throw away the rules!! Let's make it a Street Fight! No DQ, no countout, no rules!!

The crowd gives a round of cheers for that suggestion... and Bass Rogers is calling for a microphone! He's probably going to accept the challenge right now...

B. Rogers: You want a damn Street Fight!? You got a damn Street Fight, and you're gonna be a damn street pizza after I roll all over you!!

Bass Rogers throws aside the microphone, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson nod, smiling grim, sadistic smiles as they retreat up the aisle, heading for the backstage area. Stiff Competition will now face Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers in a Street Fight... and if what we just saw was allegedly a wrestling match, what can we expect the Street Fight to be like!?

Once again, we're moving straight on to our next match tonight. "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison is playing over the arena sound system, and Lars Coverdale steps out of the backstage area, to a roar of cheers from the crowd. His partner, Marty Jannetty, wasn't so successful against the Black Plague's Grave Digger earlier tonight, but Lars Coverdale has a real opportunity... he's going to be facing Brujah, one-on-one, for the VCW Television Title! He enters the ring and begins playing air guitar and headbanging for the crowd, getting a fair-sized round of cheers.

"Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing, and the crowd reaction becomes a large round of boos as Brujah steps out of the backstage area, wearing the VCW Television Title, and accompanied by Rebecca Black. He gives the camera a sidelong glare of contempt, then slowly walks to the ring, directing the occasional surly stare at Lars Coverdale as he comes closer. He jumps up on the apron and climbs in through the ropes, then goes up to the second turnbuckle and poses briefly with the VCW Television Title raised high in one hand. He hands the title off to Rebecca Black, then looks into the camera, and briefly his annoyed, contemptful glare cracks into a weak smile, then he turns to face Lars Coverdale. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match begins now!

For the VCW Television Title:

Brujah (c)
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Lars Coverdale

As usual, Brujah immediately charges in with a lot of aggression... only to be repeatedly taken down by Lars Coverdale. Lars Coverdale's quickness, combined with Brujah's unsubtle methods, lead to Lars Coverdale starting off in control of the match, outmaneuvering and outwrestling Brujah at every turn. Brujah finally rolls out of the ring, frustrated, to confer with Rebecca Black... and Lars Coverdale goes to the top turnbuckle, then jumps out onto both of them with a flying cross bodypress to the floor!! Lars Coverdale takes Brujah back into the ring and continues the offense, but Rebecca Black cuts it short by tripping him on the outside, enabling Brujah to take over and slow the match down as he begins softening up Lars Coverdale's back. The advantage shifts several more times as the match goes on, as Lars Coverdale's quickness and skill are matched against Brujah's tenacity and Rebecca Black's outside interference.

Late into the match, Brujah takes the firm lead, taking Lars Coverdale down with a spinebuster and a lariat, both for a count of two and three-quarters. He signals that the match is at an end, and goes for the Power Bomb... but Lars Coverdale counters it with a sitdown faceslam! Both men begin getting up, but when Brujah rushes in, once again Lars Coverdale begins taking him down repeatedly. Lars Coverdale unleashes an offensive flurry that sends Brujah reeling, and gets a two and a half count on a pin attempt after a Rocker Dropper. Lars Coverdale surprises everyone by pulling out a dragon suplex, but that only gets two and three-quarters. But Brujah's down, and Lars measures him... SUPERKICK!! He goes for the pin... and THAT only gets two and three-quarters as well!

Lars Coverdale goes up to the top turnbuckle, probably looking for the Frog Splash... but Rebecca Black yells at him as he goes up, and he turns to say something in reply and give her a crotch chop... but during that delay, Brujah was able to get to his feet, and he nails Lars Coverdale, causing him to fall straddling the turnbuckle! He follows him up and brings him down with a superplex, but when he goes for the cover, it only gets two and nine-tenths! He goes for the Power Bomb again, but this time Lars Coverdale backdrops out of it... but Brujah counters with a sunset flip! That gets two and a half before Lars Coverdale rolls backwards out of it to his feet. Brujah gets up, and Lars Coverdale pivots for another superkick, but Brujah ducks, then rushes forth and mauls him with a big lariat!! Lars Coverdale goes down hard, and Brujah covers and hooks a leg for the three count!

Brujah pinned Lars Coverdale after a lariat in 0:15:27.
Rating: ** 1/4
(Brujah retained the VCW Television Title.)

The crowd boos loudly, but Brujah just pulled the victory out and retained the VCW Television Title! He reclaims the belt, and doesn't even stay around to pose with it or get in a few more shots on Lars Coverdale... he just straps the VCW Television Title around his waist and begins making his way backstage. Lars Coverdale gets up, still a little stunned from that massive lariat, and makes his way backstage to a fair-sized round of applause from the crowd. He put forth a damn good showing against Brujah tonight, but once again, his absent-mindedness may have caused him to walk away empty-handed. Had he not been distracted by Rebecca Black when he attempted the Frog Splash, he could have had the victory!

Our next match will feature Brujah's long-time partner and fellow Black Plague member, Desmond, taking on Devaccio Pola in singles competititon. But hold on just a second... before we see that, we're receiving word that a camera is backstage in Sandis Arlington's locker room. Let's go to that now!

Backstage...

Sandis Arlington is sitting in a dressing room, his murky eyes deep in thought as he seems to focus on tonight's match... but then he squints in pain and stops to rub his temples and shake his head. As he looks up again, the door to the dressing room opens, and Melissa DelArmeggio steps in. He looks up with a contradictory expression of mild surprise and disinterest as she enters.

S. Arlington: Oh... it's you.

M. DelArmeggio: Yeah. Your favorite melon-breasted high-school dropout, and your tag team partner tonight. I saw what happened earlier... are you okay?

S. Arlington: It'll take more than a splitting headache to keep me from a match with Troy Black. ... I guess barging into someone's dressing room without knocking is a common practice in VCW?

Melissa DelArmeggio just smiles at that in spite of herself.

M. DelArmeggio: For me it is, anyway. I decided that if we're going to be on the same team tonight, we might as well make an effort to get along and maybe even come up with a plan.

S. Arlington: It's really not necessary. In my eyes this is just a preview of what I'll be able to do against Troy Black at No Quarter, without you and Amy in the way. If you can keep Amy busy, I can take care of the rest.

M. DelArmeggio: Sandis... it doesn't work like that. We're on a team tonight.

S. Arlington: So... what are you suggesting, anyway?

M. DelArmeggio: I was hoping maybe for a little understanding and mutual respect, so that we could actually work like a team together.

S. Arlington: Putting aside what I said earlier, I respect your ability to the extent that I think you can handle Amy Lin. But I'm sure you'd agree that Troy Black's a different story. Given your... situation, I want to be assured that you won't get some kind of emotional impulse and do something stupid.

M. DelArmeggio: ... Don't worry. That won't happen.

S. Arlington: You're sure?

M. DelArmeggio: I'm sure.

S. Arlington: Then we're a team, for tonight. But that's all. After Troy Black, it's not any secret that my goal is the VCW World Title... the one that's currently held by your friend David Wright Hubbard. So we're a team, tonight... but don't expect this to mean anything when I set my sights on the title.

M. DelArmeggio: All right... that's fine.

Sandis Arlington begins to rise from the bench where he's sitting, but quickly stops and puts a hand to the side of his head, then sits down again.

M. DelArmeggio: Are you sure you're okay? I could get you some asprin or something...

S. Arlington: No. Just a little solitude and time to rest before the match.

M. DelArmeggio: Okay. I'll see you later tonight.

Sandis just nods and shifts into a more comfortable resting position on the bench as Melissa steps out of the dressing room. She looks over her shoulder one last time, then closes the door as the camera fades out on the dressing room scene.

It looks like Sandis and Melissa will have to work together tonight, if they expect to beat Troy Black and Amy Lin, especially given the apparent toll taken on Sandis Arlington by the Grave Digger's attack earlier. He could be going into this match with a concussion or skull trauma. The fact that he's even fit for normal conversation and movement after that attack is a testament to just how hard to hurt Sandis really is... after taking a massive chokeslam and the Burial like that on the unforgiving steel ramp, most normal men would be on their way to the intensive care ward of a nearby hospital, not looking ahead to a match later on tonight.

But right now, it's time for our next match! "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as Devaccio Pola stalks out of the backstage area and begins walking to the ring, with a crazed, destructive look in his eyes. He hasn't had much publicity lately, but he's really been on a tear, performing well in a big two-out-of-three falls match and lasting over a half-hour in the Big Fight. Tonight, he's got a chance to elevate his stock even further with a victory over a member of the Black Plague. He enters the ring and turns to watch the backstage entrance, with his eagerness for a fight evident in his eyes.

"New World Order" by Ministry begins playing over the arena sound system next, and that brings forth Desmond, accompanied by Rebecca Black. He hasn't quite been as successful as some of his colleagues in the Black Plague, but with his size and power, he's still a force to be reckoned with. Devaccio Pola and Desmond locked horns briefly in the Big Fight, and in fact Devaccio Pola was responsible for eliminating Desmond from the battle royal. Now, perhaps Desmond has a chance to impress his fellow Black Plague members and avenge his loss at the Big Fight in one fell swoop with a victory here. He enters the ring, and they begin cautiously circling one another as Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell!

Desmond
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Devaccio Pola

As the two men close in, Devaccio Pola begins beating the hell out of Desmond with a stiff flurry of punches and kicks, causing the much larger man to retreat and complain to Brendan Powers about the closed fists, earning an impotent warning against Devaccio Pola. Desmond comes at him again, but the superior skill and quickness of Devaccio Pola ensures that every advance that Desmond makes is met with a quick takedown or a flurry of stiff martial arts blows. Finally, Desmond seems to blow his cool, and charges Devaccio Pola in a blind rage, swinging wildly with massive blows of his own... but Devaccio Pola's eyes simply light up with delight as he accepts Desmond's blows, then begins dishing out abuse of his own.

Both men tear into each other, but Desmond gains the upper hand, dominating with a series of power moves and hard punches and kicks that make use of his superior size and power. But Devaccio Pola's a skilled, agile, combatant, and he ducks a clothesline, then wraps around onto Desmond's shoulders for a crucifix... only to drop off, clutching his arm and grimacing in pain, as Desmond staggers back and falls down, then sits up looking confused. Brendan Powers checks in with Devaccio Pola, then seems to be questioning Desmond about something... and both men begin getting back up! Devaccio Pola's holding his arm at his side, grimacing in pain, and Desmond charges him... but Devaccio Pola nails him with a massive kick to the head! Desmond goes down like a felled oak tree, and Devaccio Pola falls across him, still clutching his left arm in pain, for the three-count!

Devaccio Pola pinned Desmond after a kick to the head in 0:03:45.
Devaccio Pola tore his left biceps. He will be out for approximately 7 months.
Rating: 1/4*

Desmond's laid out after that huge kick to the head, and Devaccio Pola gets up, with his left arm dangling limply at his side... and he grabs a microphone with his right hand! His usual savage grin is replaced by a pain-filled stare as he raises the microphone to speak...

D. Pola: BRUJAH!! I've seen you every week, beating everyone in your path senseless, always getting up every time you're knocked down, getting up to defend your precious VCW Television Title. You'll even stand up to the Grave Digger... yes, you will... but maybe you should be nicer to him... show him some respect, maybe a little kindness... yes indeed. Because just like I destroyed your partner... I'm coming for you. You have such tenacity, to get up from everything your opponents give you... but I'd like to give you a beating that YOU WON'T GET UP FROM WHEN I COME TO TAKE YOUR TELEVISION TITLE!! And for your sake, I hope you've patched things up with the Grave Digger by then... BECAUSE WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU'LL NEED SOMEONE TO DIG A GRAVE, SO THEY CAN BURY YOUR LIFELESS BODY!!!

The crowd cheers wildly, and even through an obvious haze of pain Devaccio Pola manages to deliver a crazed, intense stare around the arena. But he seems to calm down immediately as he rolls out of the ring, where several trainers are waiting, then walks backstage with them, talking to them. He wants a shot at Brujah's VCW Television Title... that's been made clear. But he may not be in any condition to get that shot, depending on the severity of his apparent injury. Devaccio Pola could be badly injured... we'll try to get updates on his condition as soon as possible. But right now, let's go to the backstage area, where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with all three members of the Technicians.

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is shown standing with the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Color Show, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, as well as Tim Bell. Jennie is suspiciously absent from their ranks, and that fact doesn't seem to sit well with Owen Addison.

Z. Adderloaf: I'm here with all three members of the Technicians, including Tim Bell and the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Color Show. Guys, you're about to go out there and face all three members of the Hammer of the Gods in a six-man tag team match. Furthermore, Rob Solomon and Jacob Idol have challenged you, Owen and Paul, to a VCW World Tag Team Title match at No Quarter. And in light of all that, there's one question standing out in my mind... where's Jennie?

Owen Addison's face twists in a disgusted sneer as he steps forward to glare at Ziggy.

O. Addison: Figures that you'd ask that. She's probably off fucking one of her guys. Rob Solomon says one thing, Lance Errington says another, and lots of people are talking... but right now, I want to talk about what's really important... the wrestling. Tonight, we've got the Hammer of the Gods, three-on-three. And we're about to write another chapter in this little feud, another piece of evidence that stands alone as solid proof that we're the most elite group of wrestlers in the world today. And if they want a match at No Quarter with the titles on the line... that's no different. We've beaten them before... we won these titles from them at Wrestlewar III, and we're not about to give them back. They talk about their little victory a few weeks ago as though it was some kind of major accomplishment... but these days, we're a unified team, and that means that we're the best damn tag team in VCW history, just like we've always been.

Z. Adderloaf: Wait a minute... Lance Errington? Was that what he was telling Tim Bell about last week? Something about Jennie?

O. Addison: Derail your little one-track mind for a second, you twerp, and try to focus on what's really important. We're wrestlers. We wrestle. This is Violent Championship Wrestling, not the Violent Championship Dating Game. It doesn't matter who says Jennie's running around with who, and why... the point is that we can't trust her anymore, and we're ready to take care of things our way. You see what I'm trying to say?

Z. Adderloaf: All the same, I'm a little curious... what exactly did Lance Errington say to you, Tim?

T. Bell: He said that Jennie was--

The door suddenly bursts open, and Jennie steps in, out of breath but smiling, wearing the VCW T & A Title, along with a pair of short black leather shorts and a tight black T-shirt.

Jennie: Sorry if I'm late, guys. I'm here to come on down to the ring with you.

O. Addison: The hell you are. Look, it's obvious that we just can't trust you... so I think it's time you packed your bags and hit the bricks. I'm sure one of your boyfriends would be happy to let you hang around his locker room all day... but we don't need you around, and we don't WANT you around. Understand!?

P. Canyon: Owen... come on. All we have to go on are the words of Rob Solomon and Lance Errington... two of the biggest sleazeballs in VCW. Look, if she turns around and stabs us in the back, I'll gladly say you told me so... but as far as I see it, we're all still friends. And she's not going to turn on her friends, no matter who else she's wrapped up with in her personal life.

O. Addison: We don't need this. Maybe you don't see it, but I do. I know what's going on here, and I'm not going to let us walk into it. I'm the leader of the Technicians, I'm in charge here... and I say she's not coming down to the ring with us anymore. You can be her friend all you want... you can hold hands and do a happy little lickety-split cakewalk down Gingerbread Lane for all I care... but you do it on your own time. Now, Jennie... we've got a match to win, and it doesn't involve you. Guys... let's go, and quit wasting our time here.

Owen Addison turns and walks off the scene, followed shortly by Tim Bell. Paul Canyon looks back at Jennie with a sympathetic glance, but then turns and keeps going himself. Jennie sighs, and her shoulders sag as she looks at the floor, but Ziggy Adderloaf puts a hand on her shoulder.

Z. Adderloaf: It's okay, Jennie. I'll still be your friend, and I can respect your privacy, too.

Jennie: Thanks, Ziggy, but...

This time, Ziggy Adderloaf is the one who sighs with disappointment.

Z. Adderloaf: ... This is another one of those times where you want to be alone, right?

Jennie: Yeah.

Z. Adderloaf: Well... okay. But if you change your mind, just tell me!

Ziggy walks away, and the camera fades out on Jennie as she sits down, sighing again, with a lot apparently resting on her mind.

We're about ready for the next match... but the all three members of the Hammer of the Gods, Julian Page, Jacob Idol, and Rob Solomon, are already in the ring, snickering and smiling at the footage that we've just seen, while Jasmina Chastity smiles on the outside of the ring. Rob Solomon grabs a microphone, as the crowd begins booing loudly... not this again...

R. Solomon: Hey, Jennie... don't feel too bad. I'm sure I'll make it up to you a little later on tonight, babe. But first... nobody talks about my woman like that, and I think it's time I taught Owen Addison a little respect.

The crowd boos loudly, and "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica quickly kicks on, bringing forth the Technicians, Owen Addison, Paul Canyon, and Tim Bell! The crowd cheers as they run to the ring, and immediately begin attacking the Hammer of the Gods with a passion! Linda Peterson enters the ring, calling for the bell, and this match begins now!

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

vs.

Technicians (Owen Addison, Paul Canyon, & Tim Bell)

As the chaos clears from the ring, the usual pattern of Owen Addison starting off against Jacob Idol is broken suddenly when Rob Solomon steps into the ring and demands that Owen Addison come in to face him. He gets exactly what he asked for, as Owen Addison comes in and immediately goes after him aggressively, first opening up on him with punches and kicks, then suplexing him around the ring a few times, then bringing him to the mat with a headlock takedown and holding onto the headlock, grinding down on it savagely. Rob Solomon escapes the headlock, but Owen Addison remains in control and continues to give him a painful wrestling lesson, then tags in Paul Canyon, who takes his turn punishing Rob Solomon for a while before bringing in Tim Bell to do likewise. All three members of the Technicians seem pretty eager to punish Rob Solomon, after his insinuations over the past few weeks, and it's hard to blame them!

Rob Solomon finally escapes the onslaught, then scurries to his corner and tags in Jacob Idol, and now the usual wrestling contest begins. All six of these men know each other very well, and know what to expect from their opponents. A lot of technical wrestling and counter-wrestling follows, with the advantage changing often as the various members of both teams match technical skills against one another. After several minutes of evenly matched wrestling, Owen Addison seems to gain the clear advantage on Jacob Idol when Jacob Idol feints going for an arm hold, but Owen Addison slips around and takes him down with a belly-to-back suplex rather than trying to counter. Owen Addison begins working Jacob Idol over... but Jasmina Chastity trips him on the outside as he comes off the ropes, and Jacob Idol catches him with a kneelift to the head as he stumbles.

Jacob Idol takes the advantage, and the Hammer of the Gods isolates Owen Addison, keeping him apart from his corner and wearing him down, going after his right shoulder, which suffered a well-documented rotator cuff injury in the past that they're attempting to exploit. Julian Page leaves behind his usual half Bostons and figure-four leglocks for arm-based submission moves, and even Rob Solomon remembers to work the arm over a little as he wears down Owen Addison. Several times, Owen is able to counter a move and put one of his opponents on the mat, but each time before he can make the tag, the Hammer of the Gods members tag in a fresh man, who comes in and cuts him off. At one point, Owen Addison takes Julian Page down, then crawls to his corner and makes a tag... but Julian Page had distracted Linda Peterson with accusations of hair-pulling by Owen Addison, and she misses the tag, sending Paul Canyon back to his corner when he charges in for an offensive flurry, and enabling the Hammer of the Gods to triple-team Owen Addison.

With Owen Addison apparently fading quickly, Jacob Idol picks him up and goes for a shoulderbreaker... but Owen Addison struggles and squirms out behind him, then takes him down with a backdrop driver!! There's no way he's getting up from THAT in time to stop Owen Addison from making the tag. Owen crawls to his corner and makes the tag to Tim Bell just as Jacob Idol tags in Julian Page! Julian Page charges in and takes a swing at Tim Bell, but Tim Bell just hooks his arm and brings him down with an armdrag takedown, then knocks Rob Solomon off his feet with a dropkick when he comes in. Paul Canyon and Tim Bell begin repeatedly taking Julian Page and Rob Solomon down with quick, intense moves, and after a brief rest period Jacob Idol and Owen Addison rejoin the chaos as well.

But in the midst of the six-man brawl, someone's coming out of the backstage area... it's Lance Errington! He comes to the ring and jumps up on the apron, then begins yelling at Tim Bell, just as Tim Bell plants Julian Page on his head with a piledriver. Tim Bell turns to look at him, and Lance Errington's still yelling something to him about not being afraid to hear the truth. Tim Bell draws back and nails him with a big right hand, knocking him off of the apron... but Julian Page is up, and he just pulled brass knuckles out of his tights! Tim Bell turns around... and Julian Page hits him with the brass knuckles! Linda Peterson was distracted by the rest of the chaos in and around the ring, and didn't see a thing! Julian Page puts Tim Bell in a standing headscissors, then hooks both of his arms and drops down... double underhook facebuster!! He turns him over and covers him, yelling for Linda Peterson to turn around and count! Owen Addison is tied up by Jacob Idol, but Paul Canyon breaks away from Rob Solomon and rushes to make the save... but Jasmina Chastity trips him up from the outside! He goes down, and Linda Peterson makes the three count!

The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, & Julian Page) defeated The Technicians (Owen Addison, Paul Canyon, & Tim Bell) when J. Page pinned T. Bell after a double underhook facebuster in 0:19:10.
Rating: *** 1/4

Lance Errington has turned and started slinking away from the scene... but his distraction may have been the deciding factor in Tim Bell's loss!! Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon raise Julian Page's hands in victory and leave with him and Jasmina Chastity, celebrating and laughing, while the Ontario Colour Show goes down to check on Tim Bell. They don't look pleased with this loss, and while Paul Canyon seems a little more stoic and calm in his disappointment, Owen Addison seems nearly homicidal, staring out at the Hammer of the Gods with unmasked hatred as they head backstage. Speaking of backstage events... we understand that there's a camera on a conversation between Brujah and Desmond! Let's go to that now...

Backstage...

Brujah and Desmond are sitting backstage on a bench in a locker room, talking to one another. Brujah has the VCW Television Title in his hands, and occasionally fidgets with it or stops to look at it during the conversation.

Desmond: I just hope our careers are in good hands here. I mean... you know me, I'm a reasonable guy. I'm nothing if not reasonable. And he promised us opportunities, and I'm willing to give this a few chances... but I just hope he keeps that promise. You've got your title, but I know... that's not everything. I just wish he could see, the Grave Digger's everything we wanted to get away from in VCW.

Brujah: I could learn to tolerate the big monstrosity if it was just an ordinary business relationship, but... how can Troy expect me to look him the eye and tolerate him after what happened? It wasn't any damn accident. I just need to...

Suddenly, a cellular phone at Brujah's side rings, and he trails off, picking it up to answering it.

Brujah: Hello? ... Oh, hey. What's up? ... ... ... ... Oh... damn. ... ... Well... yeah, I can come by. I'm done for the night anyway. ... Okay. Be there in a few minutes. ... Okay. ... Me too. ... Bye.

Brujah folds up the phone and places it back in his pocket. Desmond looks up at him with a questioning glance.

Desmond: Was that--

Brujah: Yeah. I guess it sounds like we need to talk.

Desmond: Okay. Keep in mind what I was saying, though, about--

Suddenly, the door opens, and Tony Garcia walks in, causing Desmond to immediately trail off.

T. Garcia: Hey, guys. I'm just stopping to check in before my match, you know... see how everything's going here.

Brujah: It's good.

Desmond: I think so.

T. Garcia: Well, actually... I got something to say. Brujah... good job out there tonight with Lars. Troy's gonna want to watch the tape with you tonight and show you some stuff, but good job anyway.

Tony Garcia smiles and claps Brujah on the shoulder, and Brujah nods in response to his compliments. The smile fades into a more serious look as he moves on to Desmond.

T. Garcia: Desmond, though... I don't know what to say to you, man. You're not winning these matches. Maybe you're just not focused, or maybe you don't know how to get it done... but anyway, you're losing to all these little punks like Devaccio Pola and Salvaje Demonio. But you're a big, strong guy, about like me... and I think maybe if you watch what I do, you can pick up some pointers. So go find a monitor and get ready to keep your eyes peeled, because I'm about to step in there with Salvaje Demonio. Just watch and learn... see how a real legend gets it done, you know?

Desmond: Um... okay. I'll be watching, sir.

T. Garcia: All right. The match is about to start... I'll catch you later.

Tony Garcia turns and steps out of the room, and Brujah looks over at Desmond.

Brujah: See... I think they want what's best for us. Just trust the man for a while. I'll keep my hands off the Grave Digger, and you just... try to see if you can pick up anything from Tony's match tonight.

Desmond: I guess so...

Brujah: Now I've gotta go. We'll talk more later.

Brujah steps out of the room, and Desmond gets up as well, possibly in search of a backstage monitor to watch Tony Garcia's upcoming match, as the camera fades out on the locker room scene.

It's becoming clear that while the Grave Digger is an impressive addition to the Black Plague in terms of power and indimidation factor, his presence isn't helping team morale any. But right now, we've got a match about to take place... Salvaje Demonio's already in the ring, waiting for the entrance of his opponent...

And here comes that opponent. The crowd explodes into a huge round of boos as "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and Tony Garcia steps out of the backstage area, carrying his wooden axe handle, and accompanied by Rebecca Black. For all of Salvaje Demonio's qualifications, he's a definite underdog in this match... Tony Garcia defeated the VCW World Champion at our last pay-per-view, any way you look at it... and in some circles, he's being called the favorite to walk out of the Quadruple Threat Match at No Quarter with the VCW World Title around his waist. He certainly doesn't seem worried about Salvaje Demonio as he enters the ring, rolling his neck and shoulders to loosen up for this encounter. Jerry Rogers enters the ring, calling for the bell, and this match is now on!!

Tony Garcia
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Salvaje Demonio

Tony Garcia approaches Salvaje Demonio cautiously, with his years of experience telling him to think better than to rush his quicker, more technically sound opponent. Salvaje Demonio tries to outwrestle Tony Garcia, taking him to the mat and working him over, but Tony Garcia proves to be too big and too powerful, getting up from every takedown and breaking any hold Salvaje Demonio tries to put on him. Salvaje Demonio dropkicks him in the chest, but Tony Garcia just staggers back a step, then charges forward and mauls Salvaje Demonio with a lariat as he gets up. From there, Tony Garcia totally dominates the match, beating the hell out of Salvaje Demonio and dominating him ruthlessly. After a couple minutes, he plants him with a huge chokeslam and covers him for the three count.

Tony Garcia pinned Salvaje Demonio after a chokeslam in 0:03:39.
Rating: 3/4*

The crowd boos loudly as Tony Garcia raises his hands in victory, but it was obvious that Salvaje Demonio just didn't know what to do with him tonight. Tony Garcia is large, powerful, nearly impossible to hurt, and extremely experienced as a wrestler... what can anybody possibly do to overcome an opponent like that? If somebody can't stop him, then we could be seeing Tony Garcia walk away with the VCW World Title at No Quarter. He heads backstage with Rebecca Black, and after several seconds, Salvaje Demonio also rolls out of the ring and begins staggering backstage.

We're about to move on to another match now, one of our most anticipated meetings of the evening... "Last Beat Of Your Heart" by Mission UK just kicked on, and here come Sandis Arlington and Melissa DelArmeggio, to a large burst of cheers from the crowd. They enter the ring, and each pose in opposite corners of the ring, getting another large round of cheers from the crowd, then turn to face the backstage entrance, awaiting the arrival of their rivals, Troy Black and Amy Lin.

They don't wait long... "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into a massive round of deafening boos as Troy Black and Amy Lin step out of the backstage area, arm in arm, with the arena lights replaced by dim, silver-blue lights. But they're not headed to the ring... instead, they pose for the rather unappreciative crowd on top of the entrance ramp, then Troy Black calls for a microphone.

T. Black: Okay, Sandis... this is what you wanted. I gave you uncountable chances to back down and leave before it came to this, but you demanded a match with Troy Black... and this is a preview of that match, a taste of what I can inflict on you when I face you one-on-one at No Quarter. I gave you the chance to turn and run, Sandis... but you didn't. You saw what happened to Gabriel when I crossed him... you saw what happened to Falcon when he tried to be a hero... and you're frighteningly close to finding out just what it is I'll do to you, after you had the nerve to come to MY wrestling company and challenge me.

Sandis Arlington doesn't seem intimidated in the least as he reaches for a microphone of his own.

S. Arlington: Your pathetic attempts to frighten me aren't going to work. The Grave Digger couldn't finish me off last week, and you won't do any better. All I wanted was the chance to prove that I'm a better wrestler than you, Troy... and now that I have that, I can do the rest from here.

Amy Lin takes the microphone now, directing a seductive, arrogant smile at the ring as she presses herself up against Troy Black.

A. Lin: You got what you wanted, Sandis... you should consider yourself lucky. Not everyone gets what they want. Your tag team partner, Melissa, for instance... she didn't get what she wants. I know what she wants, and it's all MINE.

Amy Lin turns and pulls Troy Black into a long, deep kiss, drawing a loud chorus of boos and a chant of "SLUT!" from the crowd, and earning a murderous stare from Melissa DelArmeggio in the ring. As the kiss draws on, Melissa seems to come closer and closer to mentally snapping... and then she suddenly turns, grabs Sandis Arlington, and kisses him!! The crowd's reaction is mixed, but Sandis soon backs away, looking at Melissa with a mixture of dismay and surprise as he raises the microphone to speak to her.

S. Arlington: Remember what I said in the locker room about not getting emotional and doing anything stupid? I'd like to stick to that plan, if we could.

Melissa steps back from Sandis, seeming a embarrassed and not really sure of what she's just done. Troy Black and Amy Lin both share a laugh at that, and Troy Black raises the microphone, with a smile of cruel amusement on his face.

T. Black: Melissa, I appreciate that you feel the need to make me jealous... but perhaps you'll forgive me if I say that it doesn't quite tear at my heart to know that Sandis Arlington may be getting my leftovers.

Melissa's face clouds with anger, and she tears the microphone from Sandis's hands as she turns to face Troy and Amy.

M. DelArmeggio: Well, Troy... you ignorant jerk... perhaps you'll forgive me if I say that after all that Amy's been around, I'm surprised there IS anything left over!

The crowd cheers loudly, and renews a loud "SLUT!" chant for Amy Lin, who's left sputtering with shock and anger for a few moments before she can finally raise the microphone to speak.

A. Lin: All right, you stupid bitch, you're dead now. I'm gonna kick your fucking throat in...

Amy Lin starts to advance on the ring, but Troy Black holds her back, then grabs the microphone from her.

T. Black: Sandis... you're about to learn what it's like to have to step into the ring and fight me. And Melissa... you're about to learn another lesson of how to show respect when you talk to me and Amy.

Troy Black tosses aside the microphone, and Troy Black and Amy Lin are headed for the ring! They climb inside, and Bobcat McGavin's on the scene immediately, calling for the bell to begin the match!!

Sandis Arlington & Melissa DelArmeggio

vs.

Black Plague (Troy Black & Amy Lin)

Troy Black starts out against Sandis Arlington, and the two men cautiously stalk one another. They lock up, and Troy Black catches Sandis Arlington with a kneelift, then puts him in a front chancery and lifts him for a vertical suplex, but Sandis Arlington slips out behind him and puts on a waistlock, only to have Troy Black nail him with a back elbowsmash, then take him down with a rolling cradle! Sandis kicks out at two and pops up, and Troy lashes out at him with a spin kick, but Sandis grabs his leg, and takes him down with a dragon screw leg whip, then quickly grabs his other leg and flows through onto a scorpion deathlock!! The crowd cheers loudly, and Troy Black is forced to pull himself to the ropes!

Troy Black gets up, shaking out his legs a little bit, and Amy's asking for a tag! Troy Black tags in Amy Lin, and she comes in against Sandis Arlington now. She locks up with him, and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Sandis reverses, and comes off the other side. Sandis goes for a clothesline, but Amy Lin side steps a little and jumps up, grabbing his arm and wrapping her legs around it, taking him down into a cross armbreaker hold! But Sandis Arlington fell a little too close to his corner, and he quickly drags himself over there and tags in Melissa!

Melissa DelArmeggio comes in and immediately rushes Amy Lin, grabbing her before she has a chance to scramble to her corner and tag in Troy Black, then tossing her into a corner and drilling her with a series of swift punches and kicks. Melissa DelArmeggio hauls Amy out of the corner and takes her down with a snap mare, then tosses her out of the ring and runs into the ropes on the other side... and she leaps up on the top rope and takes Amy down with a springboard cross bodypress!! Melissa DelArmeggio takes Amy Lin head-first into the ringpost and ringsteps a few times, continuing to beat the hell out of her, then tosses her back into the ring and tags in Sandis Arlington.

Sandis Arlington dominates Amy Lin for a few minutes, paying her back for the cross armbreaker, then tosses her into her corner and tells her to tag Troy Black in. The tag is made, and once again Troy Black comes in to face Sandis Arlington. After a few even, inconclusive exchanges, Sandis Arlington comes up with the advantage, taking Troy Black down several times, and working over his neck, with its well-known history of injuries, for a few minutes. Firmly in control, Sandis whips Troy Black into a turnbuckle, then charges in and nails him with a leaping avalanche, then whips him to the other corner and goes for another one... but this time, he runs into Troy Black's boot! Sandis staggers backwards, and Troy Black comes out and gives him a good, spiteful swift kick to the groin, doubling him over and drawing a threat of disqualification from Bobcat McGavin.

Troy Black takes over the advantage against Sandis Arlington, working over his arm and keeping him grounded, wanting to build on damage that may have been started with Amy's cross armbreaker. After a little technical wrestling in the ring, Troy Black dumps Sandis Arlington to the outside of the ring, then goes to the top turnbuckle and jumps out onto him with a moonsault bodyblock to the floor! Sandis goes down, and Troy Black continues working him over... but Sandis blocks an attempt to ram him into the ringsteps, and instead takes Troy Black into the ringsteps head-first! He proceeds to introduce Troy Black to the apron next, then the steel ringpost, busting him open... but his advantage is short-lived when Amy Lin jumps off the apron to clobber him from behind. Bobcat McGavin admonishes her, but Troy Black regains the advantage, and continues his attack on Sandis's arm, wrapping it forcefully around the ringpost a few times, and smashing it against the steps.

The match returns to the ring, and Troy Black continues working Sandis over, then tags in Amy Lin, who continues to assault his arm as well. Given that she looks like just another pretty valet, it's easy to forget that Amy Lin's actually a very accomplished submission wrestler, and she's showing us that side of her right now, joining Troy Black in competently working over Sandis's arm. She puts on an armbar submission, going for the kill... but after a difficult struggle, Sandis Arlington reaches the ropes, albeit in a weakened state. He took a chokeslam and the Burial on the steel ramp from the Grave Digger earlier on, and he's spent the majority of this match getting worked over by Troy Black and Amy Lin... things aren't looking good for him.

Amy Lin tags in Troy Black, and he seems to sense Sandis's weakness also. He takes him down with a leaping clothesline, then pulls him up... and drills him with a kick to the midsection! He hooks his arms... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! And we know what comes next... the crowd's booing as Troy Black goes up to the top turnbuckle... BLACK DAGGER!! But Sandis rolls out of the way!! Troy Black just missed the Black Dagger, and he quickly makes his way to his corner and tags in Amy Lin... but Sandis goes to his corner and tags Melissa!!

Melissa DelArmeggio comes in and immediately opens up on Amy Lin with a flurry of offense, driving her back with several punches, then whipping her into the ropes and cutting her down with a spinning leg lariat. Troy Black comes in to put a stop to that, but Sandis Arlington intercepts him and throws him out of the ring, then climbs up to the top turnbuckle... and wipes him out with a shooting star plancha to the floor!! Back in the ring, Melissa DelArmeggio takes Amy Lin down with a fisherman suplex for a count of two and a half, then whips her into the ropes and takes her down with a spinebuster!! But she's still holding her legs spread... what's she going to do!? Amy's trying to beg for mercy... KNEEDROP TO THE GROIN!! Amy Lin screams and curls up into a ball, as the crowd explodes into cheers... but Melissa's pulling her up again, into a standing headscissors! She lifts Amy Lin... POWER BOMB!! Melissa just stretched Amy Lin out on the mat with a power bomb, but she's still not going for the cover!

Melissa's going up to the top turnbuckle now... but Rebecca Black's coming out of the backstage area, with a chair! Melissa's preparing to finish Amy Lin with a frog splash, as Troy Black and Sandis Arlington continue to do battle on the outside... but Rebecca Black climbs up on the apron and whacks her with the chair!! Bobcat McGavin's trying to break up the fight on the outside, and he didn't see it!! Melissa crumples to the mat, and Amy Lin slowly gets up. She pulls Melissa up... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! And now she's going up to the top turnbuckle, a little slowly due to all of the damage she's taken... MOONSAULT!! Amy Lin hit the Moonsault on Melissa DelArmeggio, and now Bobcat McGavin has his eyes on the match... and he makes the three count!

The Black Plague (Troy Black and Amy Lin) defeated Sandis Arlington and Melissa DelArmeggio when Lin pinned Melissa with the Moonsault in 0:18:13.
Rating: ** 1/2

The match is over, but on the outside, Troy Black and Sandis Arlington are still going at it! Neither man seems to care about the match anymore... and now Amy Lin's picking up Melissa, and she gives her another double arm DDT!! She's already won the match... but she picks her up again, and here's a third double-arm DDT! She looks down at Melissa with a cocky smirk, then pulls her up again... but now someone's coming out of the backstage area! It's Christina Ellis! She quickly runs to the ring and slides inside! Amy Lin turns around, but Christina Ellis nails her with a kick to the midsection, then takes her down quickly with a double underhook suplex. Amy Lin rolls out of the ring, and Christina Ellis stands over Melissa, who's still down in the ring!

But wait a second... on the outside of the ring, Rebecca Black's coming up from behind Sandis Arlington as he continues to brawl with Troy Black, and she has the chair in her hands! She raises the chair to swing it... AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT!! The sound of a chair connecting with skull is heard, but nothing more, as the entire arena is shrouded in darkness for several seconds. Finally, the lights come back on, and Sandis Arlington is nowhere to be found... but Rebecca Black is standing next to Troy Black, saying something to him as he gets up off of the floor, holding his bleeding forehead in pain... and there's a bloody spot on the chair from where it connected! Rebecca Black hit her brother with the chair instead of Troy Black... and now Amy Lin's joining them. Rebecca and Amy begin trying to console Troy Black as they head backstage... but now, we've got another backstage segment to show, as Crimson and Randy Savage prepare to comment on our main event, with Ziggy Adderloaf there to interview them! Take it away, Ziggy!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is clearly intimidated as he stands between "Macho Man" Randy Savage and the massive, towering Crimson, who's wearing the VCW Intercontinental Title belt around his waist. Nevertheless, he tries to remain calm as he turns to speak to them.

Z. Adderloaf: Macho Man... I know that you're a big player in the VCW World Title scene coming up at No Quarter, and I have a question or two for you regarding that... but first of all, Crimson... I notice you've got the VCW Intercontinental Title belt strapped on. You're not the champion, and that's common knowledge... so what were your motives behind taking this belt last week?

Crimson: It's real simple, little buddy. I just wanted to show everyone something... I wanted to demonstrate that I can destroy that piece of shit Johnny Smiles any time I choose to, and take his belt any time I choose to. Yeah, it ain't official yet, and I ain't the champion... but that's gonna change real fast when we meet up next. I'm calling his punk ass out at No Quarter, and I want him to put this belt on the line if he thinks for even one second that he might deserve it. And that little punk Julian Page, who's been bitching about not having the title... as far as I'm concerned, we can make it a three-man match and I'll whip both their asses. Everyone knows I can do it... I've already lost count of how many people I've stomped over since I came to VCW. So taking on those two little pussies... I ain't even gonna break a sweat before I break their fucking necks.

Now, don't misunderstand me, boy. It's not a matter of being cruel... it ain't even because I really want the title all that bad. It's just that I want to show I can have it any time I want, to show that Johnny Smiles and Julian Page don't mean shit to me. And the VCW Intercontinental Champion is the number-one contender for the VCW World Title... so the way I see it, after I take Johnny's belt, I'm gonna be first in line to go after whoever the World Champion is... and I'm gonna get my big belt back. And Macho... if that's you holding that belt when I whip Johnny's ass... then it ain't nothing personal, but it's just gotta be that way sometimes.

"Macho Man" Randy Savage turns to Crimson and nods, but his eyes still have a certain glimmer of intensity to them as he meets Crimson's casual glance.

R. Savage: Brother, that's the way it's gotta be and I'm thinking that's the way it is, yeah... because I'm walking out of No Quarter with the VCW World Title. I showed everybody at Blood and Thunder that I can beat David Wright Hubbard... and before that cowboy stuck his nose in my business three weeks ago, Tony Garcia was a beaten man too, yeah. And Falcon... if these people think that a long-haired punk with a bad back is gonna stand between the Macho Man and the VCW World Title, they're making a really, really big mistake, yeah. And after I get my title, it's just like you said, brother... you're the first one in line to get a shot at it.

Z. Adderloaf: A match between both of you would definitely be one of the most anticipated fights in VCW... but what about your match tonight? You're teaming up against the unlikely team of David Wright Hubbard and Johnny Smiles... what's the plan for tonight?

Crimson: The plan for tonight is to beat the living shit out of those two motherfuckers, then get on our bikes and head for a bar with hot girlies and cold beer. We don't need no damn plan to take them out... it's just gonna be Crimson and the Macho Man, kicking ass, business as usual.

Z. Adderloaf: All right... thanks for your time, and I'm looking forward to your match. That match is coming up, next!

The camera fades out on Ziggy Adderloaf, Crimson, and "Macho Man" Randy Savage.

We're back, and that match is indeed about to begin! "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system, and David Wright Hubbard and Johnny Smiles step out of the backstage area to a loud round of cheers from the crowd, then begin heading to the ring. David Wright Hubbard, wearing the VCW World Title and his kneebrace, moves much more slowly than Johnny Smiles, limping and walking at a slow, energy-conserving pace, while Johnny is jumping around and interacting with the fans, full of excitement. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone, preparing to address the crowd as David Wright Hubbard comes in beside him.

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!!

The crowd cheers loudly.

J. Smiles: And here I am with VCW World Champion, David Wright Hubbard. We're both major titleholders in VCW, but there's one important distinction between us... he hasn't had his belt stolen by some cheating, conniving, sneaky, overgrown, big-headed biscuitcase biker!! And that's why I have to take it upon myself to use the power vested in me to knight myself Sir Johnny, and charge forward to slay the foul, ugly, mighty beast... and this time, I'm talking about Crimson, not Virginia or Commie Lingo or whatever she's called now. I have to do it, not just for all of the Johnnycoholics who look to me for inspiration when a seven-foot tall biker steals a title belt that THEY care about... but also, for the very sake of all that's right and well in VCW today.

That's because when Crimson stole the VCW InterJohnnynental Title, he committed an unpardonable sin. You see... the InterJohnnynental Title's kind of like the Holy Grail, except that you can't drink out of it. It represents the pinnacles of my career, days when all of the Johnnycoholics can rejoice in the accomplishments of their proud hero. The second, and most recent time I won the VCW InterJohnnynental Title... I won the Big Fight, in one of the greatest moments in VCW history. And the first time I won the VCW InterJohnnynental Title... I did it by beating this man right here, the VCW World Champion, David Wright Hubbard!!

The crowd explodes into cheers, and Johnny's face spreads into a wide grin... but David Wright Hubbard snatches the microphone out of his hands. The crowd goes quiet, half-expecting David Wright Hubbard to lash out and attack Johnny Smiles... but instead, though he seems to fight it, a smile spreads across his face as he looks at Johnny.

D.W. Hubbard: So, you think you can beat Crimson, huh?

J. Smiles: I'm sure I can, if you give me some help tonight!

D.W. Hubbard: Well, all right then. Crimson... Macho... get out here, because me and Johnny are ready to whip some ass!!

"Walk" By Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system, and here come Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage! Randy Savage has that look of wild, spontaneous madness in his eyes as he stares at David Wright Hubbard, and Crimson's staring down the aisle at Johnny with disbelief and amusement as he advances on the ring, but that slowly fades into viciousness and aggression. He points to the VCW Intercontinental Title, then points to himself, and snarls as he tosses the title aside and steps into the ring. Randy Savage stops to point at David Wright Hubbard and yell something to him, then steps into the ring as well! VCW referee Brendan Powers enters the ring, and our main event begins now!!

Crimson & "Macho Man" Randy Savage

vs.

Johnny Smiles & David Wright Hubbard

The match opens up with David Wright Hubbard calling Crimson into the ring, and Crimson gladly accepts. For all that the focus here might be on Randy Savage's goal of beating David Wright Hubbard for the VCW World Title, and Crimson's feud with Johnny, we can't forget that Crimson and David Wright Hubbard still hate each other, and that Crimson still hasn't forgotten about losing the VCW World Title at Wrestlewar III! They start off trading blows, and David Wright Hubbard gets the better of that, backing Crimson into the ropes, then whipping him into the other side. David Wright Hubbard manages a hobbling run off the ropes as Crimson comes off the other side... and he nails him with a diving shoulderblock, taking him off his feet! David Wright Hubbard continues to lay in the punishment on Crimson, sending him reeling with a series of massive right hands, and taking control of the match!

David Wright Hubbard works over Crimson a little bit, then tags in Johnny, who approaches Crimson somewhat nervously at first, but soon gains confidence, taking him down with a swinging neckbreaker and a Russian legsweep. He goes up to the top turnbuckle as Crimson gets back to his feet, and takes him down with a flying clothesline! Johnny goes for the cover... but Crimson kicks out at one. He pulls Crimson into a standing headscissors, and prepares to lift him for a power bomb... but that's just not happening, as Crimson flings him high into the air with a backdrop. Enraged by Johnny's successful offensive flurry, Crimson begins brutally mauling him in the corner, giving him a series of punches and kneelifts, then putting his boot on his throat and choking him in the corner.

Crimson tags in Randy Savage, and they take turns working Johnny over, punishing him mercilessly. It becomes clear that Crimson wants to drive home a point to Johnny, not just by beating him in a wrestling match, but by dominating him and showing Johnny that he could never physically be a match for Crimson. The crowd gets behind Johnny, and several times he'll fight his way free from a resthold or capitalize on a mistake made by Crimson or the Macho Man, but they always manage to cut him off before he can make the tag. Finally, after several minutes of domination, Crimson decides to go for the kill, whipping Johnny into the ropes, and nearly beheading him with a massive kick to the head. He goes for the cover... and only gets two and three-quarters. A little bit angry now, Crimson pulls Johnny up into a standing headscissors, and this isn't looking good... POWER BOMB!! That did it!! Johnny's flattened on the canvas, and Crimson puts a single boot over his chest triumphantly... but Johnny puts a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths!!

It would've been over had Crimson put more care into going for the pin... but now he's angry. He pulls Johnny up by the throat and lifts him... but then he drops him! He didn't even bother to Chokeslam him... he just makes the tag to Randy Savage, telling him to finish Johnny off! Randy Savage pulls Johnny up and plants him on the canvas with a piledriver, then goes for the cover... and still only gets two and nine-tenths! Somehow, Johnny was able to survive... maybe he recovered a little during the delay between Crimson's power bomb and this piledriver. But he's still down, and Randy Savage is up on the top turnbuckle... FLYING ELBOWDROP!! But Johnny rolls out of the way!! Both Johnny Smiles and Randy Savage are down now, and both men head to their corner. Crimson gets the tag... and Johnny tags in David Wright Hubbard!!

The two big men charge into the ring, and immediately begin trading blows... and once again, David Wright Hubbard's coming out ahead! David Wright Hubbard unleashes a torrent of high-impact offense on Crimson, as Johnny Smiles and "Macho Man" Randy Savage begin brawling on the outside of the ring. With Crimson dazed, David Wright Hubbard starts bringing out his biggest offensive guns, taking Crimson down for a lariat that gets two and a half, then a power bomb that gets two and three-quarters. David Wright Hubbard doesn't seem too surprised... he knows it's going to take a lot to keep Crimson down. He pulls him up and grabs him by the throat... CHOKESLAM!! David Wright Hubbard just used Crimson's own signature move against him, and now he's headed for the top turnbuckle... but on the outside, Randy Savage just grabbed the ring bell and laid Johnny Smiles out with it, unseen by Brendan Powers!

David Wright Hubbard reaches the top turnbuckle as Crimson gets to his feet inside the ring, and turns into the right angle for the Flying Cross Bodypress... but Randy Savage jumps up on the apron and shoves David Wright Hubbard off of the turnbuckle! He falls forward, landing on his injured leg, and involuntarily hobbles forward to keep his leg from collapsing on him... and steps right into an outstretched hand from Crimson!! Crimson lifts him by the throat... CHOKESLAM!! Crimson just Chokeslammed the VCW World Champion, and he covers him and hooks a leg! Johnny Smiles is laid out on the outside, and Brendan Powers makes the count... and gets three!! Crimson and Randy Savage win!!

Crimson and Randy Savage defeated David Wright Hubbard and Johnny Smiles when Crimson pinned D.W. Hubbard with the Chokeslam in 0:13:24.
Rating: *

The crowd boos loudly as Randy Savage enters the ring, and he and Crimson raise their hands in victory. The Macho Man stands over David Wright Hubbard's fallen body, pointing in his face and saying something, then makes a motion as if to indicate strapping a title around his waist. Crimson, seemingly reminded by that gesture, steps out to reclaim the VCW Intercontinental Title, and straps it around his waist, drawing a huge round of boos from the crowd. David Wright Hubbard and Johnny are still laid out, as Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage celebrate their victory on their way backstage.

Is this what we can expect when No Quarter rolls around!? Things aren't looking good for David Wright Hubbard or Johnny Smiles right now. They came into this match with a lot of confidence and determination, and now they're both laid flat on their back after losing this match. Both of them have titles to defend, in very high-pressure matches at No Quarter... but what remains to be seen is whether they'll buckle under the pressure, or rise to the occasion. We're out of time tonight... join us next week for the final installment of VCW Monday Night Wrestling before No Quarter!!

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