Monday Night Wrestling 04/23/01 (VCW 117)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, as we bring you the best wrestling known to man, live from the Thomas & Mack Center in Nevada! We've had a chaotic past eight days, and we don't quite know what to expect tonight, but we do know of a few matches already signed. Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage will face the Wrecking Crew in tag team competition... Owen Addison will face Brujah one-on-one for the VCW Television Title... and Julian Page gets one more one-on-one shot at Johnny Smiles and the VCW Intercontinental Title! All that, and more's sure to develop during the course of this show!

But wait... "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins playing, and here comes the VCW World Champion!! Here comes the Grave Digger!! He's on his way to the ring, with the VCW World Title belt around his waist, and the crowd's exploding into cheers. Last week, we thought he was going to lie down for Tony Garcia when James Applebee forced the Black Plague to honor his granted title shot... but instead, he turned on the Black Plague and won the VCW World Title in a shocking turn of events, marking the first time the VCW World Title has ever changed hands on cable TV! He enters the ring now, and everyone has to be wondering... what's he doing here!?

Wait... he's calling for a microphone! Is he actually going to speak!? No, he lowers the microphone and puts a hand to his mask... AND RIPS IT OFF!! The Grave Digger just tore his mask off, revealing a grim, stony face with bright green eyes that seem to burn with a feral glare. He stares around at the crowd for a second, as they alternate between shocked silence and loud cheers, with cameras flashing... and now he's raising the microphone! He's never spoken before... but he's never taken his mask off before either!! Will he actually speak!?

G. Digger: I am the Grave Digger... I'm the VCW World Champion... and I'm through taking orders from the Black Plague.

The crowd erupts into cheers as the Grave Digger paces around in the ring, holding the microphone.

G. Digger: Since I came to VCW, I was a servant of the Black Plague. I was called a tool... a monster... an insurance policy... but I was never one of them. But I'm nobody's tool... nobody's servant. Not Strahd, not Troy Black... the Grave Digger serves NOBODY. For too long, I had thrown away my conscience and my independence for money... but just like I took the VCW World Title last week, I'm taking those back. I'll never lose that again... but if the Black Plague wants this title, I dare them... any of them, whether it's Troy Black, Tony Garcia, that little mongrel Brujah, or that human filth Lorenzo Vasquez... to come and take it from me.

The crowd bursts into cheers... the Grave Digger's ready and willing to finally stand up to the Black Plague and keep them down, and as we saw last week, he's damn sure able to! But "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and Tony Garcia's out... he must be here to accept the dare made by the Grave Digger for any member of the Black Plague to try to take back the title! He was VCW World Champion for just one day, and it's clear that he's still hungry for the title, eager to get it back and have a long, proper title reign... and he grabs a microphone and stops halfway up the aisle! He's not getting in the ring after all... the crowd boos loudly, but Tony Garcia ignores them and raises the microphone.

T. Garcia: You didn't win NOTHING, punk!! Last week... we had a deal, Digger. You went back on your deal. You talk about honor and not being nobody's servant... you forgot, big man... Troy Black bought your big punk ass!! Guess what... since you went back on your deal, Troy Black went back on his... and you don't got a contract no more, you son of a bitch! You don't work here anymore! And since you're not working for VCW anymore, I'm DEMANDING that James Applebee get his ass out here right now and strip you of that title!! Applebee, you've got ten seconds, or I'll make a phone call that sends you down to start scrubbing the floors in the Ivory Tower basement!

A few seconds pass... but not many before "Takin' Care Of Business" by Bachman-Turner Overdrive kicks on and James Applebee steps out of the backstage area, carrying a briefcase. He stops to talk briefly to Tony Garcia, then nods reluctantly and heads to the ring, with the crowd not really sure what to make of this. He climbs inside with the Grave Digger and grabs a microphone.

T. Garcia: Applebee... he doesn't even work here! His contract was voided the instant he laid a hand on me, and he had no right to be in that ring, pinning me for the VCW World Title! I was robbed, and if you don't reverse that decision and give me my title back RIGHT NOW, the Digger's not gonna be the only one who don't work here no more.

James Applebee puts on some reading glasses and pulls a clipboard out of his case, reading it briefly, then sets it down and turns to the Grave Digger.

J. Applebee: All right, Grave Digger, he's got a point... I'll need to see the VCW World Title belt.

The crowd explodes into boos, and a smirk crosses Tony Garcia's face as he looks into the ring. The Grave Digger stares a hole through James Applebee's eyes, forcing him to break eye contact and glance around nervously, but he slowly hands over the VCW World Title, to a renewed round of boos from the crowd. James Applebee takes the title and places a new document on the clipboard, then hands it to the Grave Digger.

J. Applebee: Thanks for your cooperation, Digger... I know this is a tense moment here. Just sign there and make this official... I know this decision might upset some folks, but Tony Garcia's absolutely right... I can't have a World Champion who's not even working here. Give me back the clipboard, please.

The Grave Digger finishes signing the document, then hands it back to James Applebee, as Tony Garcia nods and smiles triumphantly.

T. Garcia: That's DAMN right. Applebee, I expect my title belt and a written apology delivered to my dressing room before we go to the next commercial, or the Black Plague's taking the night off!

J. Applebee: Since the finish of last night's match was so controversial, let me explain the decision to the fans here. The Grave Digger is not actively on the VCW roster, after having his contract voided by Troy Black... and because of that, I really had no choice... I'm not letting a non-VCW employee carry the VCW World Title. So the only thing I could do... was to have the Grave Digger sign a new VCW contract, which he just did! Last week's decision stands, your winner and VCW World Champion is the Grave Digger!!

The crowd explodes into cheers, but Tony Garcia, standing on the ramp, appears to be ready to have a heart attack. He stares in flustered shock, trying to come up with words, as James Applebee hands the VCW World Title back to the Grave Digger, who raises it high to a thunderous roar of cheers from the crowd before strapping it on again. Tony Garcia finally gets the composure to raise the microphone again.

T. Garcia: No. No, damn it!! This ain't gonna go on. I wasn't ready for that match! I wasn't prepared... we had a deal, and he went back on it! I got screwed last week, and everyone knows it! I want a rematch, or I'm gonna jump in there and put the screws to both you clowns right here, right now!!

J. Applebee: On one hand, Tony... you got yourself into that mess with your shady deals. But on the other hand... nobody can deny your record in the past several months, and by virtue of that you're STILL the number-one contender to the VCW World Title. So you get your rematch... at Disaster Area. You'll have plenty of time to prepare for that match... and just so you can prepare to the best of your ability, let me tell you one more thing. Disaster Area is known for a little extra violence and mayhem every year, and we can't have just any old match for the VCW World Title... and I figure since this is the Grave Digger... we should make it a CASKET MATCH.

The crowd explodes into cheers, but Tony Garcia doesn't look happy about that stipulation! But what a main event it'll be! Tony Garcia against the Grave Digger in a Casket Match, for the VCW World Title!? That's bound to be one hell of a match! But the Grave Digger's raising his microphone...

G. Digger: We have a Casket Match at Disaster Area... but if you want an early funeral, I'll give you another rematch right here, TONIGHT.

The crowd bursts into cheers once again... the Grave Digger's offering another VCW World Title match, tonight!? On free TV? This'll make for one hell of a show, no doubt... and Tony Garcia's nodding! He points into the ring, threatening the Grave Digger, saying something that his microphone at his side doesn't quite pick up! "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins playing again, and we've got a World Title rematch for Disaster Area... and another one right here, tonight! But we've got a camera backstage in the Black Plague locker room, catching the reactions to this moment... let's go to that now!

Backstage...

Troy Black, Amy Lin, Rebecca Black, Lorenzo Vasquez, Brujah, and Desmond are all sitting backstage, staring at the monitor with a mixture of shock and dismay. Rebecca Black's the first to break the silence.

R. Black: I can't believe he did it. He signed that big worthless heap of shit to a VCW contract!? This is OUR company. It's ours. That can't happen in our company.

T. Black: Face it... it did. But Tony can handle this. We all can. I'm not in control around here because I sit back in an armchair and call the shots... I'm in control here because I'm the best at everything I do in that ring. Same thing with all of you. I didn't hire you because you look good sitting around the locker room...

Troy Black turns to Amy Lin and puts a hand on her upper thigh, cracking a faint smile at her.

T. Black: Although, in a certain case, that's one hell of an added bonus. The point is that you're all here because you're the upper echelon of what the wrestling world has to offer... or at least, that's the assumption we're going on right now. Leave the planning and strategy to Tony, Rebecca, and myself... we'll figure out what we need to do, and the only thing I need from the rest of you is to succeed at doing it. From this moment forward... the Black Plague doesn't fail. We can't afford to. There will be NO failure. Am I understood?

A murmur of assent goes through the locker room, and finally, Brujah looks up.

Brujah: So... that's the plan? It sounds too easy. All I have to do is take out Owen Addison tonight and keep the VCW Television Title? Let me have the Grave Digger. I'll see to it that he doesn't even make it to his match at Disaster Area...

T. Black: All you have to do tonight is win your match, Brujah. Tony will take care of the Grave Digger tonight. Otherwise... we'll consider other options. Are there any other questions?

Amy Lin throws a leg over one of Troy Black's legs and forces it to spread to the side, then wantonly places a hand on his crotch.

A. Lin: Just one. That little bitch Melissa... she's here tonight, without David Wright Hubbard or Falcon or her little sidekick Christina Ellis to protect her. I'm booked against Dean Sanders tonight... could anybody here do me a favor and take her out?

Brujah: I can't. I've got a match booked with Owen Addison for this title.

L. Vasquez: No offense, Amy, but... to hell with that. I already got one old psycho after me for crippling a girl... knowing my luck, Melissa's geeky brother would come back from Japan and get on my ass too, along with Cowboy Dave, Falcon, Christina, and the rest of the free world. I got problems of my own right now... sorry. I mean... I still don't know what I'm gonna do about this... I'm in deep, deep shit right now.

R. Black: Just relax, Amy. Get Komachi to do it or something.

A. Lin: But she's not here tonight...

Amy Lin trails off, and a frown crosses her lips as she contemplates the situation.

A. Lin: Then... what about you, Troy? Yeah... you can do it. Crush both her heart and her body for me at the same time. Show her that you're willing to destroy her for me. Do it, and prove your love for me...

Amy Lin smiles, and brazenly slides her hand down the front of Troy's pants, getting a wide-eyed stare from everyone in the room.

A. Lin: And I'll do ANYTHING to prove how much I love YOU.

Troy Black hesitates for a second, looking into Amy's eyes, as her hand slides out of his pants and moves to her lips, where she sticks each finger in her mouth and sucks on them one at a time, smiling lustfully at Troy Black. But Troy Black just sighs and frowns.

T. Black: Amy... I'd rather not. I'm sorry.

The smile fades from Amy's face, replaced by an incredulous, betrayed stare. The other members of the Black Plague look around with awkward stares... this scene's getting a bit uncomfortable.

A. Lin: Troy... baby... come on. Do it for me. You don't honestly CARE about her still, do you?

T. Black: I... no. Of course not. But in times like these, I have more important things to spend my time on than lowering myself to stepping in the ring to dig up this old, dead horse and beat it again. So instead, I'm going to arrange... Desmond. Desmond, you do it.

Desmond bolts up, surprised to hear his name come up in all this.

Desmond: Me!? Do what?

T. Black: Yes, you. Dispose of Melissa tonight. We'll book you in a match with her, and you need to take her out.

Desmond: But I--

T. Black: But NOTHING. Your orders tonight are to tear Melissa limb from limb. Go crazy on her. Get into one of those psychotic rampages you're known for, and beat her into a bloody pulp. That's what you need to do. And failure, as I have said, is NOT to be expected. Understand!?

Desmond: But I really don't... I mean... ... well, okay. I understand.

T. Black: Good. We're leaving it in your hands. Brujah... we're leaving Owen Addison in yours. Amy... we're leaving Dean Sanders to you. Leave the Grave Digger to Tony. And leave the rest to me.

The Black Plague members nod and murmur in agreement, and the camera fades out on the backstage area.

The Black Plague seems to realize the extent of their setbacks now, but if anything that seems to have just made them motivated to get back on track again. Tony Garcia will go one-on-one with the Grave Digger tonight for the VCW World Title, and if they can win this one, that'll be a huge step towards regaining control in VCW... but if the Grave Digger can hold out tonight, the Black Plague's dominance of VCW might finally be coming to an end.

We'll see that match later tonight... but right now, we're preparing to see a somewhat less epic encounter. "Ballbreaker" by AC/DC begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Connie Lingus comes out of the backstage area, accompanied by Vickie Romano, Fred Errara, and Stormy Weathers. They walk to the ring and climb inside, and Vickie Romano grabs a microphone... oh, no, not more of THIS...

V. Romano: The time has come for us to start finally exterminating those washed-up has-beens, the Middle-Aged Outlaws. Quite frankly, the time for fun and games is over! Tonight, when Connie Lingus takes on Hunk Higgins, it's time for us to get serious.

The crowd boos, and Vickie Romano hands the microphone to Connie Lingus, then looks at her expectantly. Connie Lingus sighs, then raises the microphone.

C. Lingus: Are... are... you SURE this is right?

V. Romano: Connie... I'm hearing you talk, but I'm not hearing any entertaining sexual innuendo come out...

Connie Lingus sighs again, then begins to speak in her best raspy, seductive voice, trying to look and sound sexy.

C. Lingus: You know, boys... when you go down on me, it's a lot like going down to a big seafood buffet... not only do you get ALL YOU CAN EAT, but what I've got's moist, tender, juicy, delicious, and it smells like FISH.

The crowd boos loudly, and Connie Lingus looks ready to die from embarrassment, but Vickie Romano looks pleased as she raises the microphone.

V. Romano: Good job, Connie. That's the attitude I like. Maybe you'll be happy to know that as a reward for doing so well as a sports entertainer, I went out and made a little deal on your behalf. So... guess who's got a deal to pose for the July issue of Overnight Sexation magazine? I signed you up for a scene and series of photos with Jeremy Longwood as the featured girl of July. And quite frankly, Jeremy Longwood lives up to his name... confidentially, I tested the merchandise for you while I was there, and let's just say I think you're gonna enjoy yourself.

The crowd doesn't know quite what to make of that announcement... there are some cheers, some boos, and quite a bit of heckling. Connie Lingus, on the other hand, seems a little upset at that announcement.

C. Lingus: You mean... you signed me up to go have sex with some guy and have hardcore photos of it taken and put in a magazine that anybody in the free world could get their hands on!?

V. Romano: That's absolutely right. Do you know what this'll do for your drawing power!? You're gonna be the highest-rated segment on every Monday night's show!

C. Lingus: But... I don't WANT to have a magazine full of hardcore sex pictures of me circling around the whole world!

V. Romano: Hey... yeah, that's brilliant, Connie!! When the magazine comes out, you'll turn into a pro-censorship heel and try to stop the magazine from going to print! Think of the ratings that'd bring in, and the magazines that we'd sell! ... Now, your photo session's this Wednesday in California, and I already got you plane tickets and a hotel reservation. So cancel all your other plans and be there with bells on, and not much else.

Connie Lingus seems ready to object, but before she can, "Eye Of The Tiger" by Survivor begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Hunk Higgins, along with his manager, "The Pest Of The West" Jesse Smark... and Hunk Higgins is wearing two large kneebraces, one on each knee, and barely managing to hobble to the ring. He climbs inside and grabs a microphone...

H. Higgins: Well, ya know somethin', Connie Lingus, you're in way over your head now. You've got Hunkamania going strong, you've got the forty-two inch ANACONDAS cocked and gunning for you, and you're about to come face-to-face with the strongest force in the universe, brother. But when it comes to all these dirt sheets, all these Johnny-come-lately Internet writers who have been saying that the Hunkster has two bad knees... they're full of crap, brother. The knees are working at full power, just like Hunkamania as it keeps running across the nation with all--

Hunk Higgins is cut off as Fred Errara nails him with a low blow from behind, then Connie Lingus drops him with a clothesline! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match'll begin now!

Hunk Higgins
w/Jesse Smark

vs.

Connie Lingus
w/Stormy Weathers, Vickie Romano, & Fred Errara

Connie Lingus just completely dominates Hunk Higgins in the opening seconds, then the match spills out of the ring to a brawl. Connie Lingus lifts Hunk Higgins up and drops him chest-first across the guardrail, then rolls him back into the ring and whips him into the corner, charging in with a jumping avalanche... and as she pulls away, Hunk Higgins staggers out, gasping and clutching his chest as he thrashes in pain. Connie Lingus stares down at him for a second, then puts a foot over him and gets the three-count.

Connie Lingus pinned Hunk Higgins after a jumping avalanche in 0:01:07.
Rating: -*

As Connie Lingus steps away, Hunk Higgins is still on the mat, thrashing around in pain and clutching his chest and ribs... did he just injure himself AGAIN!? This is the third match in a row where he's somehow managed to end up hurt... but rather than staying with this scene, let's go backstage again, where Ziggy Adderloaf has met up with Melissa DelArmeggio!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage in a hallway with Melissa DelArmeggio, who evidently just arrived at the arena, carrying a travel bag and wearing a denim jacket.

Z. Adderloaf: Melissa... I don't know if you heard the news yet, but Amy Lin put a hit out on you, and tonight you're going one-on-one with Desmond. We know that Falcon's not here... David Wright Hubbard's still at home, hurt... even Christina Ellis isn't here tonight. You're on your own here. What are your thoughts going into this match?

M. DelArmeggio: So they sent Desmond for me. I guess he's known for being crazy and hitting people with chairs and trying to strangle them... maybe they think he'll get rid of me. But that's fine... I can get a little crazy too. Ask David Wright Hubbard or Gwen Frye about that. You think that because I'm here alone tonight, that I'm in danger? ... Maybe I am. But Desmond or anybody else who steps in the ring with me is going to be in danger too.

Z. Adderloaf: So you're ready to step in the ring with Desmond tonight. But what about Amy Lin? Ever since you came to VCW, people have been waiting to see you face her in a one-on-one match...

M. DelArmeggio: They're not the only ones who have been waiting. She gets all this credit for being a master martial artist and submission wrestler... but if that's true, if she's really that good, then why doesn't she get in the ring with me and try to finish this herself? I'm not a great submission wrestler, and I wasn't trained by a Navy SEAL... but I don't back down from a fight. Any time and any place that Amy wants to settle this... it's fine with me.

Z. Adderloaf: Thanks for your comments, Melissa, and good luck against Desmond. Up next... Paul Canyon versus Lars Coverdale! Let's get back to the ring.

The camera fades out on the backstage scene as Melissa continues walking through the hall.

Melissa's not backing down, but whether that's bravery or stupidity is yet to be seen. What we're about to see right now, though, is our next match. "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica is playing, and Paul Canyon comes out of the backstage area. Both members of the Ontario Colour Show are competing in singles action tonight... Paul Canyon is taking on Lars Coverdale, and Owen Addison, as previously mentioned, will face Brujah for the VCW Television Title. The crowd cheers as Paul Canyon enters the ring and poses on one of the top turnbuckles, then turns to face the entrance...

And now "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing, and that brings out Lars Coverdale, to another burst of cheers from the crowd! He jogs to the ring, slapping hands with the fans, then slides inside and begins headbanging and playing air guitar, before turning to face Paul Canyon. They're ready to hook it up here, and Bobcat McGavin's in the ring, calling for the bell to begin this match!

Paul Canyon

vs.

Lars Coverdale

The match opens pretty evenly and quickly, with both men exchanging the advantage fairly frequently in a number of breathtakingly quick and precise exchanges. Despite a basic similarity in preferred tactics, it becomes clear that the two men are fairly different early on, between Paul Canyon's experienced, functional, precise style and Lars Coverdale's flashy, spur-of-the-moment style, but both show themselves to be excellent technicians and high-flyers in their own way. After the hot opening period, Paul Canyon seems to almost slow down and go into auto-pilot, as if just trying to wrap the match up with some predictable suplexes and top-rope moves... and ends up in trouble when the quickness and adaptability of Lars Coverdale allows him to take the advantage, first escaping several attempted moves and countering with offense of his own, then when Paul Canyon hits a piledriver and goes for the Magic Carpet Ride a bit too early, getting Lars's knees to his gut instead!

Paul Canyon gets to his feet first by a second or two and tries to salvage the situation with a belly-to-back suplex, but Lars Coverdale flips out behind him! Paul Canyon turns around into a spinning jump kick to the jaw that knocks him out over the top rope, and Lars Coverdale goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a 450 splash to the floor, taking Paul Canyon down and getting a large pop from the crowd! Lars Coverdale controls the ensuing brawl on the outside of the ring, then brings it back in and continues his quick, enthusiastic assault on Paul Canyon, who finally seems to realize that he's getting in deep, and snaps back into alertness, only to find that Lars Coverdale's still very close to being his equal in wrestling ability. He seems to panic, trying to out-match Lars Coverdale in quickness and explosiveness, and in the processs catching Lars Coverdale off-guard. Paul Canyon realized that he may have dug himself in too deep by not having his head in the match, and he's pulling out all the stops to try to turn it around!

With the match starting to go his way again, Paul Canyon sends Lars Coverdale spilling out of the ring with a running leaping forearm smash, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and leaps out at him with a flying clothesline from the top to the floor... but Lars sidesteps with a pivot, and nails him with a SUPERKICK!! Paul Canyon took a superkick to the jaw on the way down from the top turnbuckle!! That gets a "VCW!" chant going from the crowd... and Paul Canyon's completely laid out; that one misguided move probably just ended the match! Lars Coverdale rolls him back into the ring and goes for the pin, and Paul Canyon desperately throws a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths!! But he's still nearly knocked out, and a few seconds later, an Ace Crusher followed by the Frog Splash show that he only prolonged the inevitable, getting the win for Lars Coverdale!

Lars Coverdale pinned Paul Canyon after the Frog Splash in 0:13:07.
Rating: ****

The crowd's cheering loudly for Lars Coverdale and the display of talent they just witnessed, but they're also a little bit in shock... and it's hard to blame them. Amazingly, a member of one of the lower tag teams in the VCW heirarchy just defeated one-half of the Ontario Colour Show, which is often referred to as the greatest tag team in VCW history... but taking into account that Lars Coverdale seemed like he was out to prove something tonight, and Paul Canyon's mind clearly wasn't on Lars Coverdale, with all of the issues surrounding Jennie, not to mention the recent loss of the VCW World Tag Team Titles.

Paul Canyon seems to realize his mistake now, but in spite of obvious disappointment he graciously offers Lars Coverdale a handshake after the match, which is accepted after a bit of confusion from Lars Coverdale, who then turns around and offers Paul Canyon a high-five. That's also accepted, and they're both going backstage now, to a standing ovation from the crowd. Especially after a contest like this one, sometimes a little sportsmanship can be refreshing...

But "New World Order" by Ministry kicks on, and here comes a man who's not known for sincere displays of sportsmanship... here comes Desmond, along with Rebecca Black. It seems like several times he's made an effort to be a true sportsman in the ring, but he always ends up snapping and going after his opponent in a vicious rage when his opponent starts to take the advantage. Clearly, that's the side of Desmond the Black Plague wants in this match with Melissa DelArmeggio... they want to see punching and choking and chairshots, not collar-and-elbow tie-ups and clean breaks in the corner. By the tone of Amy Lin's request, this isn't so much a wrestling match as it is an assassination attempt, with Melissa as the target and Desmond as the weapon of choice. He enters the ring, looking strangely apprehensive, as the crowd boos.

And now "Sad But True" by Metallica hits the sound system, and that brings out Melissa DelArmeggio, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd! She seems focused, but slightly apprehensive as well, as if she knows she'll be taking a beating tonight and wants to make sure she gives out as much as she takes. Her hesitance is well-founded, though... Desmond's six inches taller than her, nearly twice her size, and prone to uncontrollable fits of violence. She nevertheless steps into the ring without hesitating, ignoring a taunt from Rebecca Black, then climbs up to one of the top turnbuckles and poses for the crowd, getting a burst of cheers. She quickly turns around to face Desmond, as if worried about a sneak attack, but against Rebecca Black's urgings he's hanging back in his corner, hesitating. Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match begins now!

Melissa DelArmeggio

vs.

Desmond
w/Rebecca Black

Melissa warily approaches Desmond, going into a martial-arts stance and daring him to come in and see what he gets, and Desmond doesn't look too eager. He balls up a fist and steps forward... but then backs up to his corner again... and steps out through the ropes!? He goes out to the floor, and he's ignoring Rebecca Black's demands as to what he's doing! He grabs a microphone...

Desmond: I'm sorry. I can't do it. I can't bring myself to hit her. That's not reasonable... it's crazy. I can't do it. Troy... Amy... I'm sorry.

Desmond drops the microphone and begins walking up the aisle, as Rebecca Black runs after him and Melissa DelArmeggio looks out at him with a confused stare... and Linda Peterson's counting him out! She gets to ten, and calls for the bell...

Melissa DelArmeggio defeated Desmond via countout in 0:00:38.
Rating: DUD

The crowd's giving him mild boos, and Melissa DelArmeggio still seems a little bit puzzled in the ring, as does the crowd. Nobody knows quite what to make of Desmond's refusal to participate in this match... but what we do know is that there's a camera backstage on Troy Black and Amy Lin right now!! Let's get a look at that footage...

Backstage...

Troy Black and Amy Lin are sitting side by side in the Black Plague dressing room, watching the monitor with disgust and annoyance. Troy Black just shrugs as he turns to Amy, who's still staring at the monitor, angry and annoyed.

A. Lin: That incompetent scarfaced twit... tell me, why's he in the Black Plague, again? He sucked in SMCW and he sucks now.

T. Black: I don't know what to tell you. I'll tell Tony to have another talk with him.

A. Lin: Yeah... maybe you'd better. In the meantime, just stay here for a while. I'll be back in a few minutes, after I talk to Rebecca and get something worked out.

Amy Lin gets up and begins heading for the door.

T. Black: What do you have in mind, anyway?

A. Lin: I guess it's like Melissa was saying in that little speech she gave earlier. If I want it done right, I guess I'll have to do it myself.

Amy Lin steps out of the room, and the camera fades out on the Black Plague's dressing room.

We're back... evidently Amy Lin's taking matters into her own hands tonight, and as a result things could get ugly. We'll keep you updated on anything that might happen backstage... but right now, we're going into our next match! "Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and... uh-oh, it's Moy Lazzario and Robert Danson, both dressed in Immortals' tights! They're actually going through with this "New Immortals" idea! They're accompanied by Nicole, who's carrying a croquet mallet, and the crowd doesn't know quite what to make of this... there are some cheers, and some boos, as they come to the ring. And now they're grabbing microphones...

M. Lazzario: Hi, I'm "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario.

R. Danson: And I'm his tag team partner, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. Together, we're the New Immortals... two great wrestlers, one new and improved great tag team. And, as always, we're accompanied by the lovely Nicole.

Nicole smiles and waves to the crowd, which continues its lukewarm mixed reaction. A chant of "WE WANT KEN!" begins in the crowd, and quickly grows in volume, but Moy Lazzario just smiles and nods, waving to the crowd.

M. Lazzario: Thank you. Thank you. We love all you people too.

That gets a wave of boos from the crowd... it's clear that in the eyes of many fans, Moy Lazzario is no Ken Collins, and the "WE WANT KEN!" chant is going strong.

M. Lazzario: Even though more morons live in Nevada than any place else in the United States of America, we're still happy to be here. Thank you very much.

The crowd boos again, but Bobby Danson steps forward to object.

B. Danson: Um... don't you mean Mormons, not morons?

M. Lazzario: No... I meant morons. Why, do a lot of Mormons live here?

B. Danson: I think so.

M. Lazzario: Huh. Well, that's our fun little fact for the week. But while we're on the subject of morons, I have to tell you, I don't know who the heck booked us against Jack Norman and Butch Manson tonight. I mean... we're supposed to be a heel tag team, and pick on all the good guys. We can't very well do that against Jack Norman and Butch Manson, can we?

B. Danson: Maybe if we could turn the crowd against us, and get them to root for them, with our dandy mic skills...

M. Lazzario: Worth a shot. ... Hey! You people suck! You're all a bunch of lowlife inbred rednecks, just like the two idiots we're gonna be facing tonight, Jack Norman and Butch Manson!

B. Danson: Yeah... while people like you are sitting in your trailers, eating fish patties dipped in Cheese Whiz like the trailer park trash you are... the two of us will be living the good life and having naughty, intimate relations with attractive women! All this, of course, will be AFTER we defeat Jack Norman and Butch Manson... who are no-nonsense blue collar ass-kickers that you should definitely cheer for instead of us.

The crowd continues to boo, and Moy Lazzario and Bobby Danson exchange a grin.

M. Lazzario: I think it worked. Now, about this match... wasn't there some kind of long-standing rivalry between the Immortals and Hell's Bikers?

B. Danson: Yeah... it kind of started when we said we'd give them a title shot, and then we didn't. It was a long time ago.

M. Lazzario: Well, here we are, the New Immortals, new and improved, ready to pick it up again right here, tonight! So Hell's Bikers... lovable blue collar anti-heroes that you are... come on out here, and get a piece of the New Immortals!

"Highway To Hell" by AC/DC begins playing over the arena sound system, and except for a small minority, it becomes clear that the crowd's not falling for the obvious attempts at manipulation from the New Immortals, as they greet Jack Norman and Butch Manson with a hearty round of boos as they step out of the backstage area. They're not wasting any time to talk... they're charging the ring and sliding inside, and getting right down to business! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins this match!

New Immortals
w/Nicole

vs.

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson)

Hell's Bikers dominate the early goings of the match, singling out Moy Lazzario and knocking him around the ring like a tennis ball. Moy Lazzario tries to counter their powerful offense with quickness and skill, but doesn't meet with much success, as his offense is countered with power moves or simply absorbed. Eventually, a low blow on Jack Norman gets the advantage for the New Immortals, and they use their superior skill and a flurry of double-team combination moves to wear down their larger opponents. But when Moy Lazzario goes for the Thesz press, Jack Norman just catches him and counters with a spinebuster for a near fall before Bobby Danson breaks the pin. Butch Manson comes in as well, and a huge, chaotic brawl ensues, one that Hell's Bikers begin getting the better of... but Bass Rogers runs out of the backstage area, carrying a chair! Nicole sees her opportunity and distracts Brendan Powers, and Bass Rogers hops up on the apron and blasts Jack Norman with a chairshot! He staggers forward, into a kick to the midsection, then an Ace Crusher by Moy Lazzario! Bobby Danson sees the opportunity and goes to the top turnbuckle, then comes off with his flying legdrop, which he now calls the Minnesota Jam! He steps aside, and Moy Lazzario covers for the three-count!

The New Immortals defeated Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman and Butch Manson) when Lazzario pinned J. Norman after the Minnesota Jam in 0:08:53.
Rating: 3/4*

Thanks to Bass Rogers taking a shot at Jack Norman, the New Immortals just won this match... but that interference was probably motivated by Bass Rogers's dislike for Hell's Bikers, and not any alliance with the New Immortals. The New Immortals, meanwhile, are rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp to the backstage area with their ill-gotten victory. Butch Manson gets in the ring, helping Jack Norman up... and he looks furious. Hell's Bikers and Stiff Competition have been no strangers to one another for a while now, and this is just feeding the fires of that rivalry. They're heading backstage now, but Jack Norman's still clearly irate over that interference. And... wait just a second, we understand there's an impending disturbance backstage! Get the cameras on that now!!

Backstage...

Melissa DelArmeggio is shown backstage at the catering hall, carrying a tray with a sandwich, a bowl of soup, and a bottle of water on it. She sets that down on the table and sits down, staring vacantly across the room for a few seconds, as if lost in thought. She doesn't even seem to notice as Amy Lin comes up behind her, smiling, then taps her on the shoulder as she reaches for the food.

A. Lin: Welcome to Chez Amy. May I take your order?

Melissa DelArmeggio whirls around at the sound of Amy's voice, just in time for Amy to send her sprawling from her chair with a blow from a right hand. Melissa gets up, but Amy's waiting on her, knocking her back down with a kick to the head, then grabbing her chair, folding it up, and nailing her repeatedly with it as she tries to stand.

A. Lin: Have a seat. Your food will be ready in a minute.

Melissa DelArmeggio begins to pull herself back to her feet, and Amy Lin grabs her by the back of the head, then pulls her up and takes her head-first into the catering table. Melissa slumps down, and Amy grabs a glass tray bearing a large shrimp cocktail, raises it, and brings it down across Melissa's head, shattering it in a shower of broken glass, shrimp, and shrimp sauce. Melissa collapses back to the floor, and Amy looks down at her, smiling, then picks up a large aluminum pot full of soup.Amy Lin looks up from the pot full of soup in disgust, then sloshes it on Melissa as she gets up. That doesn't do much damage apart from getting Melissa soggy, but the ensuing blow to the head from the soup pot that Amy Lin dishes out does, sending her back down. Amy Lin picks up a tray bearing a baked, glazed ham, then dumps it on the floor and lifts Melissa by the hair, which is still dripping with soup.

Amy Lin pulls Melissa into a front facelock and steps back, then takes Melissa down with a DDT on the baked ham. Melissa begins to get up again, but Amy Lin gets up and clears the table, save for one large chocolate cake, then climbs up onto the table and pulls Melissa up with her, pulling her into a standing headscissors. Amy Lin begins to lift Melissa for a power bomb, but lets out a surprised yelp as Melissa DelArmeggio counters with a big backdrop that sends Amy Lin crashing to the floor. She starts to get up, but Melissa turns around, soaked with soup and battered, and whips the soaked hair out of her face, then turns to Amy with a murderous glare as she stands up. Amy raises her hands in innocence and begins to backpedal, but Melissa leaps off of the table and catches her with a spinning kick to the face that knocks her to the floor.

M. DelArmeggio: Is this what you wanted!? You want a fight? I'll give you one.

Amy pulls herself up again, starting to beg off, but Melissa DelArmeggio grabs a steel folding chair and nails her with it, sending sprawling to the floor near the entrance of the room. She flings open the door and follows Amy outside into the hallway, then grabs a nearby broom and pulls the handle off, then thrusts the blunt end of the handle into Amy's throat as she gets up. Amy collapses to the ground, clutching her throat, and Melissa DelArmeggio raises the broom handle, then brings it down with a thrust into Amy's stomach, causing her to double over in pain on the floor.

Melissa DelArmeggio straddles Amy Lin, then forces the broom handle down across her throat and begins choking her with it... but Melissa doesn't notice as Rebecca Black slips out from behind a stack of boxes behind her, carrying a wooden axe handle, and nails her HARD in the back of the head with it. Melissa collapses and falls off of Amy Lin to the floor, and Rebecca Black helps Amy Lin up, smiling.

R. Black: We got her. Brilliant little plan, huh?

Amy Lin coughs and gasps for air as she gets up, and she's not smiling. She ignores Rebecca Black, staring down at Melissa's fallen form with unconcealed malice.

A. Lin: I'm not done with her yet. ... We're gonna finish this right now.

Amy Lin picks up the broom handle and repeatedly begins bringing it down across Melissa's back as if possessed in a rage, causing even Rebecca Black to back up a little bit and stay out of the way. The broom handle breaks on Melissa's back, and Amy Lin stares at the jagged, splintered end of the broken handle with a horrid, enlightened, malicious smile. She stands clutching the handle as Melissa begins to pull herself up.

A. Lin: Come on, bitch... get up. I've got something for you.

Melissa pulls herself to her knees and looks up, and Amy Lin thrusts the jagged broom handle down at her face, appearing to connect on or near her right eye, though the camera angle makes it difficult to tell. Melissa lets out a squeal of pain and clutches at her face, thrashing around on the floor, and Amy gives her a few swift kicks to the side and ribs as she squirms around on the floor. When Melissa begins to get up, her hands and most the right side of her face are covered in blood, but Amy just kicks her in the face, sending a few spatters of blood to the hallway floor.

A. Lin: Look at you now, you little bitch. I thought you said I was gonna get a fight. Come on... is that all you've got!? Let's get to the bathroom and get you cleaned up.

Amy Lin pulls Melissa DelArmeggio up by the hair and rams her head-first into the cinderblock wall of the arena, leaving a huge bloody spot on the wall. Amy flings open the door to the men's restroom and flings Melissa inside, then steps in after her with the camera and Rebecca Black following behind her. Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, who was standing at the sink washing his hands, looks on the scene with horror as Amy enters.

R. Taylor: Good heavens! What happened to her!? We need to get a hospital. Somebody run and call--

A. Lin: Fuck off!

Amy Lin gives Russel "The Muscle" Taylor a kick to the groin, then hooks him and drills him with a double-arm DDT on the floor of the bathroom, laying him out. Melissa DelArmeggio begins to get up again, but Amy Lin grabs her by the hair, then rams her head-first into the mirror behind the sinks repeatedly until it shatters. She drops Melissa to the floor in a heap, then grabs a urinal disc out of one of the urinals and shoves it into her mouth and gives her a knee to the jaw for good measure. Amy Lin goes into one of the stalls, then comes out with a toilet lid as Melissa tries to pull herself up, spitting out the urinal disc and coughing and gagging, but Amy Lin nails her over the head with the toilet lid before she can even stand.

A. Lin: About done yet? It's time to dry off and get outta here.

Amy Lin pulls Melissa DelArmeggio up by the hair and takes her head-first into the hand dryer, causing it to turn on noisily. She holds Melissa's face under the blasts of hot air for a few seconds, then bangs her head into it again before grabbing her and tossing her out the door. The camera continues to follow as Amy Lin drags Melissa DelArmeggio down the hall, occasionally stopping to bang her head into the wall, leaving a bloody splat on the wall each time. At the end of the hall, she stops at a half-flight of stairs, then grabs Melissa by the back of her pants and shirt and hurls her off the top of the stairs, sending her flying from the top of the stairs to crash into the wall and floor below, near a door leading out of the arena.

Amy Lin stalks down the stairs towards Melissa, who's struggling to get up but can't even stand after all of the blood she's lost and abuse she's taken. Amy stands over her, smiling, then flings the door open and drags Melissa out into the parking lot. Amy hauls Melissa past a few rows of cars, stopping to smash her head into the hood of one, and ram her head-first into another's windshield, putting spiderweb cracks in it, then stops at a chain-link fence that surrounds the parking lot and grinds her face into the side of it. Melissa slumps to the pavement, and Amy grabs Melissa's shirt, which is soaked in soup and blood, and rips it off, then chokes her with the remains of it. Tossing the shirt aside, she turns to Rebecca Black, who had followed her all the way from the building, and is currently staring at Amy and Melissa in disbelief.

A. Lin: Did you get the handcuffs?

Rebecca Black stops and fumbles in her pockets, then produces a pair of handcuffs.

R. Black: Yeah, I--

Amy Lin snatches the handcuffs out of her hand.

A. Lin: Good.

Amy Lin grabs Melissa's wrist and handcuffs her to the chain-link fence, then pauses to admire her handiwork. Melissa starts to stir again, but Amy Lin looks around and finds a beer bottle on the ground, then grabs it and breaks it over Melissa's head, leaving her unconscious, covered in blood, and handcuffed to the side of the fence wearing only her bra and blue jeans. Almost as an afterthought, Amy Lin reaches into her back pocket, pulls out her wallet, and puts it in her own pocket, then stares down at Melissa with contempt.

A. Lin: If you EVER step in the same building with me again in your life... I'll kill you. I mean that. I'll physically kill you. Now go back home to your mommy and daddy, and maybe they'll make it all better for you.

Amy Lin turns from Melissa with a satisfied smile, while Rebecca Black stares at the scene with a look of utter shock on her face, but that slowly changes into a smile as she begins clapping, applauding Amy's handiwork here.

R. Black: That was... beautiful. Amy, I haven't seen a beating like that in YEARS. Tony and Dad are gonna be so proud. God, Amy... I LOVE you!!

A. Lin: Yeah... sure. It was pretty impressive, wasn't it? ... I'm gonna hit the showers. I need to get cleaned up before my match.

R. Black: Can I come along and help?

A. Lin: Sure. It'll be fun.

Amy Lin turns and glances at Melissa with contempt one last time, then spits on her and begins to walk away, headed back towards the arena doors, arm in arm with Rebecca Black. The camera fades out on the parking lot scene.

That may have been one of the worst attacks we've ever seen on VCW television. Amy Lin wasn't just trying to give an ordinary beating to Melissa... she wanted to hurt her badly and humiliate her at the same time. Melissa could be seriously, seriously hurt... and it looks as though we're not done with the Black Plague yet, because now "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent is playing... uh-oh. This means trouble, as we found out last week... and the crowd explodes into boos as a surprisingly clean-cut Lorenzo Vasquez comes out of the backstage area. His hair's freshly washed and bound back in a ponytail, and his face is free of stubble. He's even dressed in a clean button-down white shirt and a gray pair of slacks. This certainly isn't normal... and without arguing with any of the fans, "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez comes to the ring, looking sober and thoughtful, and requests a microphone. Surprisingly, they're actually giving him a live mic...

L. Vasquez: You know... I've said and done a lot of things that reflect badly on myself and on this company. I haven't been a model performer... I know that. And I feel deeply remorseful for all that I've said, and all that I've done, that's brought pain to other people. So remorseful, in fact, that there's only one thing to do. I won't continue to stand out as a disgrace to this business, a disgrace to VCW, a disgrace to my comrades in the Black Plague... even as a disgrace to myself. Many people have speculated that VCW would be better off without me... and on this day, the twenty-third of April, in the year of our Lord two thousand and one... I, Lorenzo Vasquez, hereby annouce my retirement from the sport of professional wrestling.

The crowd bursts into cheers, and a loud "GO HOME NOW!!" chant begins in the crowd. Everyone in VCW can probably agree on this... if this retirement business is serious, then good riddance to Lorenzo Vasquez!

L. Vasquez: I need to make myself a new life... because as it stands right now, I'm a new man. I've given up all of my vices... drinking, smoking, wenching, pornography, sadism, voyuerism, Satanism, necrophilia, chewing snuff and swallowing the juice, and clubbing baby seals for fun and profit... I'm not gonna do any of that no more. Not that I ever did some of it in the first place... but I'm not gonna do ANY of it now. I've seen the error of my ways, I've come to accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, and I'm ready to make a good human being out of myself. I've sent away for one of those correspondance course things you get in the mail, and I'm gonna learn how to be a child psychologist... you know, help all the little bastards with their personal problems so they don't turn out all messed up like me.

Oh, yeah, and I'm gonna go live in a cabin in the Alaskan wilderness, with lots of personal bodyguards and guns, just because I know that some people aren't gonna want to let me leave this old life of mine behind. I know some people like Jimmy Lockman and Ken Collins ain't gonna want to let me go... but I'm trying to change my life and be a good man. So Jimmy Lockman... Ken Collins... it ain't worth it. You've just gotta let me get out and live my new life... we'll let each other be from now on, and call it even.

The crowd explodes into boos, and a chant of "BULLSHIT" begins for Lorenzo Vasquez. It's clear what he's trying to do now... he's afraid of what's going to come back to haunt him after he attacked and severely injured Stacey Lockman at No Quarter, and he's leaving VCW to try to escape!

L. Vasquez: I mean... you have to let shit like this go, you know? You can't go coming after me for stuff that happened in the past, because I'm a changed man now. It ain't my fault that Stacey Lockman got in the ring with me and paid the price. It ain't my fault that she's paralyzed from the waist down and she's STILL gonna be a fucking whore as long as her mouth ain't paralyzed and she can still suck dick! I'm out of this business now, and Jimmy Lockman, you can kiss my retired ass!!

The crowd boos, and Lorenzo Vasquez laughs briefly, then begins to leave the ring, when "Takin' Care of Business" by Bachman-Turner Overdrive begins playing, and VCW Commissioner James Applebee steps out of the backstage entrance, to the cheers of the crowd and the surprise of Lorenzo Vasquez. He has a microphone, which he raises to speak.

J. Applebee: So you're retiring from VCW, then? Too bad... if you'd stuck it out nineteen more years, we could have given you a gold watch and a nice pension. But instead... since there's still about two and a half years left on your contract, we'll just have to take the lost revenue from your contract out of Troy Black's bank account, since he manages the Black Plague's finances. I just hope he doesn't mind too much.

L. Vasquez: Listen, your Holiness, if that's your attempt to make me stick around, it's a pretty sad one. What am I making, anyway... six hundred and fifty grand a year!? Troy Black wipes his ASS with six hundred and fifty grand a year, do you understand that!? I understand what's going on here... you want me to stick around and take the beating you think I've got coming to me. But it don't work that way... I'm Lorenzo Vasquez, the Barcelona Assassin, and I've never had an ass-whooping, and I ain't gonna start now!

J. Applebee: I hope you understand that this is a huge inconvenience to me. I already had you pencilled in for a match at Disaster Area against "Pretty Boy" Jimmy Lockman. But since you won't be around for that match... I'll just have to make a substitution. The person taking your spot in that match will be your accomplice in the attack on Stacey Lockman... Rebecca Black!!

The crowd bursts into cheers, and Lorenzo Vasquez's eyes widen in shock and anger. An enraged snarl comes over his face as he loses his cool and begins shouting at James Applebee.

L. Vasquez: You can't do that!! That's bullshit! You take that match off the sheets, and you do it RIGHT NOW!!

J. Applebee: Or else what?

L. Vasquez: Or else I'll come down there and beat your ass, that's what! You've got about ten seconds to tell me that match ain't happening, or I'm gonna come down there, rip your balls off, and stuff them down your throat!

J. Applebee: That's not how I do business. Rebecca's in that match... unless you want to stick around here in VCW long enough to take her place.

L. Vasquez: All right... fine! You want me to cripple old man Lockman just like I did his daughter? I'll go back on my retirement... I'll take the fucking match. But we don't have to wait for Disaster Area... let's do it right here, RIGHT NOW!!

The crowd cheers, and Lorenzo Vasquez fixes a crafty stare on James Applebee, who just shakes his head.

J. Applebee: You and I both know that Jimmy Lockman's at home with Stacey right now, Lorenzo. Everybody backstage knows it too, and I don't know who you think you're fooling.

L. Vasquez: Hey, them's the breaks. It's not my fault the old man's too scared to get in here and let me find ways for him to take advantage of his senior citizen health care policy. I'm here, and I'm ready to go... he's the one who's not showing.

J. Applebee: That's because we won't have that match until Disaster Area. However, I'm pleased that you reconsidered your retirement plan, and since you're here and ready to go... I think I have an alternate opponent you could try on for size.

Lorenzo Vasquez smiles and raises the microphone to speak, but before he does, "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page starts blaring over the arena sound system, cutting him off. Lorenzo Vasquez's smile fades, and his eyes widen as "The California Crippler" Ken Collins steps out of the backstage area, with a determined, vicious gleam in his eyes, to a huge burst of cheers from the crowd. Lorenzo quickly raises the microphone, backpedalling in the ring, as Ken Collins begins quickly walking down the aisle.

L. Vasquez: Hey, Ken... look, man, I'm sorry about all that shit. We don't have to do this. I... oh, fuck. Troy!! Tony!! Somebody get out here! I need...

Ken Collins approaches the ring, and Lorenzo Vasquez quickly tosses the microphone aside and slides to the outside, then climbs over the guardrail and attempts to escape through the crowd, but a few burly fans grab him and force him back over as Ken Collins approaches! Lorenzo Vasquez falls back over the guardrail, into the waiting clutches of Ken Collins, who unloads on him with a series of vicious blows, then lifts him and rams him shoulder-first into the ringpost. Lorenzo Vasquez staggers away, clutching his shoulder in pain, and Ken Collins quickly grabs him and rolls him back into the ring. Jerry Rogers climbs in the ring as well, and calls for the bell to begin this match!

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins

vs.

"The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez

Lorenzo Vasquez is rolled into the ring at a disadvantage, and he remains at a disadvantage as the match begins. Ken Collins's usual stiff blows and vicious submission wrestling are magnified more than usual by his inner fury, and he tears into Lorenzo Vasquez with a passion, going after his right shoulder immediately. Lorenzo Vasquez, a competent brawler and technician in his own right, tries to mount a comeback several times, but Ken Collins is too angry and too determined to be stopped here, while still retaining his precision wrestling skill and in-ring instincts. Ken Collins bounces Lorenzo Vasquez around the ring with a variety of suplexes, tears off his white dress shirt and reddens his chest with stiff chops and jabs, and tries to rip his right arm clean off his body, with Lorenzo Vasquez not managing all that much in the way of offense in retaliation.

Finally, a desperate low blow nets the advantage for Lorenzo Vasquez, and he goes on the attack himself, though the condition of his right shoulder already limits his effectiveness. After a little arm work of his own, attempting a late setup for his Barcelona Armbar, he takes the match to the outside and dishes out a little brawling and brutality... but Ken Collins refuses to stay down, coming back at Lorenzo Vasquez and retaking the advantage through sheer inner fury and aggression. He busts Lorenzo Vasquez open by ramming him head-first into the ringpost, then takes him back into the ring and drops him with a snap suplex and a piledriver that probably could have gotten near falls or even won the match, had Ken Collins chosen to cover after them. Instead, he pulls Lorenzo Vasquez up and brings him down with a crushing shoulderbreaker, then goes to the top turnbuckle. Lorenzo Vasquez pulls himself up with difficulty, obviously barely still in the match... FLYING DROPKICK!! Ken Collins blasts Lorenzo Vasquez with the Flying Dropkick, and the victory's his now if he goes for the pin... but instead he puts on the California Crossface!!

Lorenzo Vasquez is barely even conscious... there's no way he'll escape this one without submitting or passing out! Ken Collins has the match won... but somebody just crept out from under the ring! CHRIS CHAMPLAIN!! Chris Champlain's sliding into the ring, and he has a steel railroad spike in his hands! Ken Collins sees the motion of his entrance and releases the hold to get up... but Chris Champlain just nails him in the head with the iron spike, busting him open, knocking him out, and making this match an instant disqualification!

Ken Collins defeated Lorenzo Vasquez via disqualification in 0:10:49.
Rating: **

The crowd's booing loudly. Ken Collins and Lorenzo Vasquez are both bleeding and semi-conscious on the mat, and Chris Champlain's staring at Ken Collins with a satisfied grin, like an artist surveying his work... and now he's bringing the iron spike down repeatedly across the elbow that Lorenzo Vasquez had attempted to soften up earlier! Ken Collins isn't even really conscious to register the pain, and after a few blows, Chris Champlain seems to lose interest. Instead, he's turning to Lorenzo Vasquez, who's just barely starting to get up... and he salutes him!? The crowd boos, hoping at least to see Lorenzo Vasquez take a beating as well, but Chris Champlain's not going to attack... instead, he just slips out of the ring and begins creeping backstage.

What a situation we have here! Chris Champlain's back, Ken Collins is down and possibly severely injured, and Lorenzo Vasquez doesn't look like he can believe it! He's not even attacking Ken Collins after the match... he's just walking backstage, smiling through the pain in his arm as he leaves. He just got incredibly lucky here with the return of Chris Champlain, and it looks like he knows it... but Ken Collins, on the inside of the ring, wasn't too lucky at all. Trainers are climbing inside to tend to him, and they help him backstage as well, to a round of cheers from the crowd. They all know that Ken Collins utterly dominated this match, and that won't be forgotten, regardless of what happened later.

We're getting ready for our next match now... a match for the VCW Television Title. "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica is playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Owen Addison, ready for singles competition against Brujah, the reigning VCW Television Champion. He seems to be in a foul mood as he walks to the ring... but that's been pretty typical of him lately. The crowd cheers as Owen climbs into the ring, and he poses on one of the second turnbuckles, but then cuts the pose short and grabs a microphone, stepping down to speak.

O. Addison: All night long, so far, the Black Plague has been dominating, in the ring and in sneak attacks backstage. That dominance is about to end, along with Brujah's reign as VCW Television Champion. Brujah's fooled a lot of people into thinking that he's a decent wrestler, but tonight, that myth falls prey to the truth, just like Brujah falls prey to me. Come on out here, and bring Jennie if you like... but only if you feel she can handle watching you lose your first match in VCW.

"Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama Three begins playing, and Brujah steps out of the backstage area to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He's wearing the VCW Television Title, and accompanied by Jennie, who looks extremely reluctant... and Brujah turns and says something to her as they come out. Jennie smiles gratefully and steps back through the backstage entrance, and it looks like Brujah's coming to the ring alone this time. He hands the VCW Television Title to the timekeeper, then slides inside and backs into a corner, staring at Owen Addison with a gaze of wary aggression. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

For the VCW Television Title:

Brujah (c)

vs.

Owen Addison

Owen Addison starts off the match dominant, and it quickly becomes clear that he's a far superior wrestler to Brujah. Brujah doesn't even try to match wrestling skills with Owen, instead aggressively brawling and attacking whenever he gets the chance... but more often than not, Owen Addison's waiting for him with a quick takedown or dropkick or other such move when Brujah tries to mount an offense, as if to demonstrate clearly who the better wrestler is. When the match spills to the outside of the ring, Brujah briefly gains control through superior brawling ability, but even then Owen Addison's able to take control again in a few short moments. Owen kicks his offense into high gear, taking Brujah down with a few big suplexes, then giving him a piledriver for two and three-quarters. Brujah's clearly in trouble here, and Owen Addison knows it!

But now Desmond's running out of the backstage area! Perhaps he wants to atone for his earlier failure in the Black Plague, or perhaps he just wants to help his friend Brujah... but he runs to the ring, and grabs a chair! Owen's picking Brujah up, preparing to finish him off... but Jennie's out from the backstage area as well! Desmond slides into the ring behind Owen Addison as he lifts Brujah for the Tombstone, and Jennie slides in after him... and she's trying to talk Desmond out of using the chair, as is Bobcat McGavin! Desmond hesitates, and Jennie grabs the chair out of his hands... and Owen Addison, having heard the voices behind him, drops Brujah and whirls around! He sees Desmond, and Jennie with the chair, and his eyes flash with anger... Jennie backs up, shaking her head and protesting her innocence... but Owen knocks the chair into her face with a savate kick!!

Desmond advances, hands spread wide, trying to explain what happened, and Owen Addison kicks him in the groin, then grabs him and tosses him out of the ring! But behind him, Brujah's up, and seething with anger as he sees what happened to Jennie! Owen Addison turns around... LARIAT!! Brujah nearly took his head off! Brujah orders Bobcat McGavin to check on Jennie, and he's doing just that... but while Bobcat checks on Jennie, Brujah slides the chair into the middle of the ring, then pulls Owen Addison up into a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB ON THE CHAIR!! And he muscles him back up... AGAIN!! Owen Addison just took two Power Bombs on that chair, and he's laid out... and Brujah kicks the chair out of the ring! With Owen Addison laid out, Brujah kneels at Jennie's side and begins checking on her... and Bobcat McGavin turns around, and sees Owen Addison down and out on the mat. He's putting a ten-count on him, and it looks like that won't be answered. Brujah's too preoccupied with Jennie to go for the pin, but it doesn't look like that'll matter, as Owen Addison stays down for the ten count.

Brujah defeated Owen Addison via knockout in 0:13:14.
Rating: *
(Brujah retained the VCW Television Title.)

Brujah rolls out of the ring, then picks Jennie's unconscious form up in his arms, as Desmond joins him at his side. He begins to leave, but the timekeeper steps in front, offering him the VCW Television Title belt... and he just nods for Desmond to take it, then carries Jennie backstage. It's becoming clear that physically attacking Jennie is a good way to get on Brujah's bad side and unleash his inner fury... he just laid Owen Addison out after being nearly defeated. Granted, if Owen Addison hadn't allowed himself to be distracted, this match probably would have ended differently. Owen's up now, holding his neck in pain, and he's seething with anger, shouting at Bobcat McGavin and any fans that have anything to say to him on his way backstage. He had this match won, had he not been distracted by Desmond and Jennie... it's not hard to see why he's angry.

We're going to move straight ahead into another title match... this one, a VCW Intercontinental Title match. Julian Page has been granted one more shot at the VCW Intercontinental Title, and "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing as he comes forward to claim it. One has to think that tonight could be his last chance at the title for some time... there are other contenders looming on the horizon, such as Rex Richards, who scored an impressive pinfall victory over Johnny Smiles in tag team competition two weeks ago. The crowd boos as Julian Page comes to the ring and climbs inside... and he's grabbing a microphone!? That figures... he never can pass up a chance to shoot off his mouth about something.

J. Page: People... there's a few things I'd really like to know. I work so hard to be the best wrestler in this company and try to claim my hard-earned, rightful status as a champion, but the bookers and wrestlers alike all seem to have one fixation... and that's making sure I never get what I deserve. How many title shots have I gotten one-on-one lately? I had to fight hard with the bookers just to get this one. I'm the best thing since turnbuckle padding, and I really ought to have the VCW Intercontinental Title around my waist at this very moment in time, but at No Quarter, I was screwed and cheated one more time, when Crimson and Johnny Smiles formed an alliance and double-teamed me until I wasn't able to fight any longer.

The crowd explodes into boos, and a chant of "BULLSHIT" begins and quickly grows loud. What alternate reality did Julian Page just come from!?

J. Page: VCW is a land of opportunity, you could say, for talentless wrestlers. If you can throw a punch and say "whoop your ass", you can be a main-event superstar... but here I can't get an honest break at a title that I never should have lost. My two friends Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon even granted a title shot to a pair of losers from NCXCW, and as much as I like my dear friends, I have to say that that was a huge injustice. The very best of NCXCW make Russel Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja look like Hogan and Andre. The entire company's a huge lot of talentless spot-blowers and steroid freaks, and their fans are a teeming cesspool of vermin.

But enough about NCXCW... it's time to focus on ME. This match... it's a new beacon of hope. Because I'm finally getting my chance to face Johnny Smiles one-on-one for the title that I never should have lost at Wrestlewar III. I'll right the wrongs, and once again I'll be the one who's standing tall and walking proud at--

Hold it, "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers just started playing, and Johnny Smiles steps out of the backstage area, carrying the VCW Intercontinental Title and a microphone! Julian Page looks annoyed at being interrupted, but the crowd's loud cheering indicates that they're clearly glad to see Johnny. The cheers get even louder as he smiles and raises the microphone...

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd cheers.

J. Smiles: You know something, Julian, I can't promise you that you'll win the VCW InterJohnnynental Title tonight... because let's face it, you babbling, sassy, lily-livered rapscallion, you probably WON'T... but I can offer you one small consolation. You may not be the VCW InterJohnnynental Champion... but if running your mouth and putting the poor Johnnycoholics to sleep with your endless blathering was an Olympic event, you'd have the gold medal!!

Once again, the crowd bursts into cheers, and Johnny begins stalking down the ramp towards Julian Page.

J. Smiles: But of course, I'm sure none of us will ever forget your first historic VCW InterJohnnynental Title reign, and the times we all had there. No, it was a memorable time... because who could forget the sight of you running around acting like Bret Hart and making a complete imbecile of yourself!? I mean, sure, you're the Hammer of the Gods... but just how hammered do you have to be to think that's a good idea!?

But speaking of hammers, the Hammer of the Gods doesn't have much in common with many other hammers. I mean, there's Greg "The Hammer" Valentine, and "Heavy Metal" Van Hammer, and they're wrestling legends... and then there's M.C. Hammer. Sure, he's not a wrestler... but at least M.C. Hammer was cool ten years ago, which is more than you can say for any of you! And you're a few seconds away from finding out that you can't touch this VCW InterJohnnynental Title belt, because I'm just too legit to quit!!

Johnny Smiles slides into the ring and immediately goes after Julian Page, as Linda Peterson enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin this match!

For the VCW Intercontinental Title:

Johnny Smiles

vs.

Julian Page

The two men are pretty even as the match begins; they both seem to know each other, and each has a small advantage, with Johnny's enthusiasm and energy matching Julian Page's skill and deviousness. With the crowd behind him, Johnny Smiles takes control a few minutes in, outbrawling Julian Page and taking him down repeatedly with simple, but effective offense. Julian Page tries to bail out of the ring and regroup, but Johnny Smiles stays on him, merrily brawling at ringside with him. Back in the ring, Johnny Smiles looks to continue his offense, but Julian Page cuts him off with a low blow, slowing him down, then starts working over his right leg. We've seen this before... Julian Page loves to target an opponent's leg for a submission hold, and that's what he's doing to Johnny right now!

Julian Page continues working over Johnny Smiles's leg for a few moments, slowing the pace of the match down and controlling Johnny as he weakens his leg. Johnny Smiles tries to counter a move and come back several times, but each time Julian Page is able to keep the advantage with a well-placed cheap shot or move that takes Johnny down. Finally, with Johnny Smiles in trouble, he puts on a figure-four leglock, going in for the kill. Johnny Smiles languishes in the hold for several seconds... but as the crowd gets behind him, he finds a new surge of strength, and after a hard-fought struggle he turns the figure-four leglock over!

Julian Page is forced to quickly release the hold, and he goes after Johnny, trying to keep his advantage. But Johnny blocks a punch, then retaliates with a series of his own, then starts building momentum and taking Julian Page down repeatedly, in spite of the obvious pain of his assaulted right leg! Julian Page temporarily regains the advantage by countering a Russian legsweep with a go-behind and a belly-to-back suplex, but then makes the mistake of going up to the top turnbuckle, where Johnny Smiles catches him, then throws him off into the ring despite his pleas to the contrary! Johnny Smiles quickly goes in for the kill, but he's a little slow with the superkick due to his injured leg, and Julian Page ducks, and Johnny hits Linda Peterson! Johnny immediately goes to check on her, but Julian Page takes this opportunity to fish a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights, and he nails Johnny with them!

Johnny's down, and Julian Page pulls him up, then gives him the DDT!! That could do it! He covers and hooks the leg, but Linda Peterson's still down... and someone's coming out of the crowd! It's a tall, scruffy guy in a leather jacket with a fisherman's hat... it's former NCXCW World Champion, Johnny Stagger!! Johnny Stagger enters the ring and pulls an empty bottle of whiskey out of his coat, as Julian Page sees the motion and turns around... but he's too slow, and Johnny Stagger breaks the whiskey bottle over his head! Julian Page goes down in a shower of broken glass, and Johnny Stagger drags Johnny Smiles on top of him, then rolls out of the ring... and Linda Peterson's starting to stir! She turns and sees Johnny Smiles on top of Julian Page, and makes the three-count!

Johnny Smiles pinned Julian Page after outside interference in 0:13:02.
Rating: * 3/4
(Johnny Smiles retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)

Johnny Stagger's escaping through the crowd, and thanks to him, Johnny Smiles is still the VCW Intercontinental Champion! Perhaps badmouthing NCXCW before the match came back to haunt Julian Page, but he won't be happy about this when he comes around... this was probably one of the last shot's he'll get at a VCW title in the forseeable future, and he just lost it! Johnny Smiles is up, and he claims the VCW Intercontinental Title and limps backstage with it, smiling in spite of the pain caused by the beating he just took. Julian Page is getting up too... and he clearly seems upset with the result of this match. He's stalking around the ring, brushing broken glass from his hair and shouting out challenges for Johnny Stagger to come back and fight... but finally, at Linda Peterson's urging, he's turning and leaving the ring as well. Johnny Smiles is still the VCW Intercontinental Champion, thanks to one of NCXCW's top stars... definitely a surprising turn of events.

Earlier in the show, we saw another surprising turn of events when Amy Lin brutally attacked Melissa DelArmeggio... and we may just see another from her, as she takes on Dean Sanders in our next match. "You Oughtta Know" by Alanis Morissette is playing over the arena sound system, and here comes Amy Lin, accompanied by Rebecca Black... and they both look freshly showered, with wet hair and new clothes. Amy's dressed to wrestle in a gold tube top and black leather pants, while Rebecca Black's dressed more casually, in a Rolling Stones concert T-shirt and black denim pants. As usual, they don't seem too focused on their way to the ring, talking and laughing... and also as usual, the crowd greets them with boos and a loud chant of "SLUT!". Amy Lin's an accomplished submission wrestler, let's not forget that... but Dean Sanders is, if anything, even more skilled, and he probably has about ninety pounds as a weight advantage. Amy could be in trouble here...

"War Machine" by KISS is playing, and the crowd bursts into cheers, wanting nothing more than to see Amy Lin end up in trouble! They all saw what she did to Melissa earlier in the evening, and they know the kind of beatings that Dean Sanders commonly gives out. Dean Sanders walks out of the backstage area and comes to the ring with a no-nonsense focus on the match. He steps into the ring, as Amy Lin and Rebecca Black stand in the opposite corner, mocking him... and he calls for a microphone?

D. Sanders: Listen, you tawdry hellcat, your actions earlier in the evening were not only disgusting in their brutality towards a woman who actually deserves a modicum of respect... they also made a spoils of the backstage dining area, much to my partner's extremely vocal dismay. If you've not had the pleasure of being backstage with Bass Rogers when he's been deprived of his dinner, you should consider yourself very lucky... but your luck's just run out, because I'm about to beat the sunshine and rainbows right out of that pretty face of yours.

Dean Sanders starts to advance on Amy Lin, but Rebecca Black grabs a microphone. What's this about!?

R. Black: I guess Bass Rogers isn't used to missing too many meals, from the looks of things... are you saying he didn't get anything to eat? Because if it helps any, me and Amy... we've got something you can eat right HERE.

Rebecca Black and Amy Lin do a synchronized crotch chop at Dean Sanders, and he charges at her immediately! Brendan Powers slides into the ring, calling for the bell, and this match begins right now!

Amy Lin
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Dean Sanders

Amy Lin ducks out of the ring to stall, avoiding the charge of Dean Sanders in favor of getting advice and consolation from Rebecca Black. She comes back in and warily offers a lockup, but when Dean Sanders moves forward to accept it, she steps back and mocks his lockup stance. That doesn't sit well with Dean Sanders, and he immediately rushes in again, this time catching Amy Lin and assaulting her viciously. Amy Lin fights back valiantly, showing that her own striking skills and submission wrestling arsenal are extremely capable, but it becomes clear just how outclassed she is pretty quickly, as Dean Sanders fires back with brutally stiff strikes of his own, then begins savagely bouncing Amy around the ring with devestating slams and suplexes that quickly reduce her to a motionless, limp heap on the mat.

Rebecca Black, realizing that standing outside of the ring and screaming as Amy is brutalized won't do any good, begins motioning to the backstage area. Someone's coming out of the back... TROY BLACK! He runs to the ring, and Rebecca Black jumps up on the apron, pulling up her shirt and flashing her bra to Brendan Powers, who turns to stare like an idiot... and Troy Black slides into the ring! Dean Sanders has Amy Lin in a standing headscissors, setting her up for a power bomb... but Troy Black pulls him away, whirls him around by the shoulder, and drops him with a throat jab! He pulls Dean Sanders up and gives him a kick to the midsection, then a double arm DDT, and rolls out of the ring! Meanwhile, Amy's up, and she's prepared to put the finishing touch on this one! She goes up to the top turnbuckle... MOONSAULT!! She covers and hooks the leg, and that gets three! Amy Lin just beat Dean Sanders!!

Amy Lin pinned Dean Sanders with the Moonsault in 0:05:14.
Rating: ** 1/4

Amy Lin just pinned Dean Sanders, thanks to some big interference from Troy Black... but Bass Rogers is coming running out of the backstage area, and he's not happy about that! He slides into the ring, past a startled Rebecca Black, and drops Amy Lin with a huge punch! She rolls out of the ring, and Bass Rogers is pacing around inside the ring to the loud cheers of the crowd! Dean Sanders is getting back up now... and on the outside, Troy Black's consoling Amy Lin, then stops to grab a microphone and stare up into the ring.

T. Black: Listen, you gigantic tub of lard... you just made a huge mistake laying your hands on Amy. Just for that, next week, after he wins the VCW World Title tonight... Tony Garcia's gonna splatter you like an overripe tomato.

Bass Rogers shouts incoherently at Troy Black, and Dean Sanders quickly calls for a microphone, then hands it to him so he can be heard and understood.

B. Rogers: You think you're gonna hide behind Tony!? Why don't you get in here, you Goddamn sissy boy!? I'll rip you a new ass!!

Troy Black backs up, stopping briefly to confer with Rebecca and Amy on the outside.

T. Black: You sure about that? Let me explain something to you. I'm Troy Black. Do you understand that? I'll say it again. I'm Troy Black. And when I have to lower myself to stepping in the ring with an unworthy opponent like you, I make sure to finish what I start. Just ask Sandis Arlington. If I have to get in there... you're not walking out.

B. Rogers: So get in here, then! You think you scare me!? You're pathetic! I'll rip your arms off!!

Amy Lin and Rebecca Black stand at Troy Black's side, urging him to get in the ring and fight... and he's climbing in! He's a little bit hesitant, but he's coming in, and Bass Rogers is there to meet him! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and we've got an impromptu match on our hands!

Troy Black
w/Amy Lin & Rebecca Black

vs.

Bass Rogers
w/Dean Sanders

Troy Black's hesitance seems to be well-founded in the early goings of this match... Bass Rogers proves to be too big and too tough for Troy's offense to have any immediate impact. Most of his attempts early on just make Bass Rogers mad, and he retaliates in his usual fashion, assaulting Troy Black brutally, tossing him around the ring like a tennis ball and bringing him crashing to the mat time after time. The crowd cheers loudly, not used to seeing Troy Black take a one-sided beating like this, but it's clear that he wasn't prepared here, and Bass Rogers has a clear advantage just by virtue of intensity, size, and brute force! But Troy Black manages to take the advantage back when Rebecca Black trips Bass Rogers on an attempted running lariat, unseen by Jerry Rogers.

Troy Black takes control of Bass Rogers, going on the offensive now, but even so he doesn't seem to know quite what to do with him. Most slams and suplexes are out of the question, and Troy Black's offense just doesn't seem to be hurting Bass Rogers all that much. He decides to work on tiring Bass Rogers out rather than hurting him, and this leads to a series of restholds in an attempt to force Bass Rogers to burn up all of his intensity early on. Bass Rogers fights his way free each time, but finally Troy Black locks him in a sleeperhold in the middle of the ring, then puts on a bodyscissors for good measure... he knows from personal experience that that move is hard to escape! But after a lengthy struggle, Bass Rogers proves to be up to the task, breaking the bodyscissors, powering his way back to his feet, and slamming himself back-first into a corner, with Troy Black still clinging to his back!

Bass Rogers shakes off the effects of the sleeper, tiring, but still ready to make a go of it. He begins annihilating Troy Black with more powerful offense, culminating in a lariat and a power bomb, both of which only get two and three-quarters. Bellowing with outrage, Bass Rogers pulls Troy Black up and power bombs him again, then holds it for a second power bomb, then a THIRD!! Troy Black's a deflated husk on the mat, and Bass Rogers starts going up top, looking for the Moonsault... but Jack Norman and Butch Manson are running out of the backstage area! Butch Manson clobbers Dean Sanders on the outside as Rebecca Black and Amy Lin distract Jerry Rogers... and Jack Norman climbs up on the apron with a chain in his hand, near Bass Rogers as he gets to the top! Bass Rogers turns and sees him... and Jack Norman nails him with the chain!!

Bass Rogers falls back off the top turnbuckle into the ring, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson are slinking backstage, as Jerry Rogers turns around! Both Bass Rogers and Troy Black are down and out on the mat... TROY SITS UP!! Troy Black just sat up like a zombie, prompting a huge round of boos from the crowd, and Bass Rogers is getting up too... but he's winded and wounded, and it doesn't look good for him. Troy Black pelts him with a kick to the midsection, then hooks him... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! And the crowd knows what comes next, as Troy Black goes up to the top turnbuckle... BLACK DAGGER!! Can even Bass Rogers kick out after the Black Dagger!? Jerry Rogers goes down to count... and no, he can't! Troy Black gets the three-count and the victory!

Troy Black pinned Bass Rogers with the Black Dagger in 0:11:32.
Rating: ** 3/4

Troy Black rolls out of the ring to join Amy Lin and Rebecca Black on the outside. He won this match... but one has to ask, would Bass Rogers have scored the victory of his career had not Hell's Bikers intervened!? Even after taking home the victory at Disaster Area, Hell's Bikers still seem to have it in for Stiff Competition... and thanks to that, once again Troy Black walks away with the victory. Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders are up as Troy Black disappears backstage with Amy and Rebecca, and Bass Rogers is brimming with anger. He's demanding a microphone... and quick to appease him, someone from the ring crew tosses one in the ring.

B. Rogers: Jack!! You want to jump on me with that chain!? I got one for you, boy... Disaster Area, you jump on in here with me one more time, and we'll have a Chain Match!! You show up, big man, and I'll wrap that chain around your big head and pop that son of a bitch right off!!

Bass Rogers pitches the microphone out of the ring, and he's heading backstage, with Dean Sanders following behind him. Bass Rogers has challenged Jack Norman to a Chain Match, one-on-one, at Disaster Area... what a brutal match that'll be! They're leaving now, without much success in tonight's matches... but that could change when they finally get their hands on Hell's Bikers again.

We're going to go straight to another match that could be pretty violent... "Domination" by Pantera's playing over the arena sound system, and the Wrecking Crew, Blade and John Uldwall, are coming out of the backstage area to the cheers of the crowd. They have a pretty big task ahead of them tonight, against two former World Champions... but they certainly don't seem intimidated or hesitant as they climb into the ring, preparing for a fight.

They'll get a fight, too... "Walk" by Pantera's playing now, and the crowd explodes into boos upon the arrival of Crimson and "Macho Man" Randy Savage! These two men haven't shown the greatest teamwork lately, but in spite of that, they're two of the greatest fighters VCW has ever seen. Crimson's power and devestating potential are comparable only to the Grave Digger or Tony Garcia, and "Macho Man" Randy Savage is one of the toughest, most intense brawlers the sport has ever seen, in addition to being an experienced veteran. They don't seem to be in high spirits as they walk to the ring together... evidently they're still not functioning as a unit. But they're ready for a fight as they climb into the ring, and Bobcat McGavin enters after them to call for the bell!

Wrecking Crew

vs.

Crimson & "Macho Man" Randy Savage

This match begins as every bit the chaotic brawl one would expect. The Wrecking Crew show a little more quickness and technical skill than their opponents, but Crimson's size and Randy Savage's intensity and experience equalize that. The Wrecking Crew does seem to hold the advantage in terms of teamwork, as Crimson and Randy Savage seem often reluctant to tag and don't work together much. As a result, the Wrecking Crew are actually able to isolate Randy Savage and start working him over, while Crimson stares into the ring in disgust, as if not satisfied with Randy Savage's performance. But finally, Randy Savage slips in a low blow to Blade, and makes the tag to Crimson as John Uldwall gets the tag from Blade!

John Uldwall comes in ready to explode into an offensive flurry, and he does just that, nailing Crimson repeatedly and taking him down several times. But Crimson just absorbs it all, and comes back with some powerful offense of his own after catching John Uldwall on a cross bodypress attempt. Blade comes in, but Crimson's not to be stopped tonight, and he cuts down Blade with a massive boot to the head, then pitches him out of the ring. Crimson nails John Uldwall with a gutwrench suplex, full nelson slam, and power bomb, then lifts him by the throat... CHOKESLAM!! Crimson just drilled John Uldwall with the Chokeslam, and that should be that!

That puts the finishing touches on it... but Crimson tags in Randy Savage! He's signalling Randy Savage to finish with the Flying Elbowdrop, maybe as a peace offering to his partner. Randy Savage goes up top and signals for the elbow... and Crimson shakes the ropes!! Randy Savage falls crotch-first on the top turnbuckle, and Crimson reaches up and grabs him by the throat, then pulls him down... CHOKESLAM!! Crimson just Chokeslammed his own partner!! The crowd boos, and Crimson looks down at Randy Savage and spits on him, then walks out of the ring! John Uldwall flops over and lays an arm across Randy Savage's prone body... and Bobcat McGavin makes the three-count! Crimson just destroyed his own tag team partner!

The Wrecking Crew defeated Crimson and Randy Savage when Uldwall beat Savage via pinfall in 0:09:17.
Rating: 3/4*

Crimson's taking a walk, and the crowd's torn between cheering for the Wrecking Crew and booing for Crimson after he just sold his own partner up the river. Crimson disappears backstage, as Blade and John Uldwall look on in disbelief... Randy Savage is still down, and may have been knocked out by that Chokeslam. He won't be happy when he gets to his feet... but as he does, we understand that Ziggy Adderloaf's backstage with another unhappy man, that being former VCW World Champion Tony Garcia. Let's hear it, Ziggy!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Tony Garcia and Rebecca Black, and Tony Garcia looks even more surly and angry than usual. That does little to ease Ziggy's nerves as he approaches Tony Garcia to ask him a question.

Z. Adderloaf: Tony Garcia... last week, you went into the ring against the Grave Digger as the VCW World Champion, and you didn't know what to expect from him. Tonight, you're the challenger, but you--

T. Garcia: Didn't know what to expect!? You're damn right I didn't. That son of a bitch stabbed the Black Plague in the back... and he didn't know what kind of mistake he made. You cross people who are as powerful as me and Troy Black, and the vultures'll be picking your bones somewhere in the deserts of Arizona when we're done. We got a Casket Match at Disaster Area... but let me tell you, Ziggy, he's gonna be lucky to even make it to that match after I'm done tonight.

Z. Adderloaf: Er... obviously, your title reign last week, since it only lasted one day, must have been a pretty hollow taste of being at the top, and--

T. Garcia: That's putting it mildly. I bust my ass for twenty-five YEARS to get that belt, and it gets taken away from me in one day!? I don't think so. I ain't done yet. I'm coming to take the title back, and this time I'll let it leave my hands when I'm good and ready, and not a damn second before. And if the Grave Digger thinks he can stop that... if he thinks he can stop me... hell, I don't care what he thinks, Ziggy, I'm gonna kick his big ass.

Tony Garcia steps off the scene to begin heading to the ring, and after directing a brief, disgusted glance at Ziggy Adderloaf, Rebecca Black follows him, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and we're ready to go with our main event! "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie is playing, and the crowd explodes into boos as Tony Garcia comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Rebecca Black, and carrying his wooden axe handle. He's coming into this match as the challenger tonight, and clearly that doesn't sit very well with him... he seems especially foul-tempered on his way to the ring. The Grave Digger might be in for more than he bargained for tonight... Tony Garcia is in a violent sort of mood, and there's no doubt that he's ready to unleash all that violence on the Grave Digger! He enters the ring and raises his arms over his head as he bellows at the crowd, but they just respond with a chorus of boos.

But now "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot is playing over the arena sound system, and here comes the new VCW World Champion!! The Grave Digger steps out of the backstage area, still without his mask, as the crowd goes wild cheering for him! One week ago, he was despised as a member of the Black Plague... but tonight, he's quite possibly their most deadly enemy, and the crowd's solidly behind him! He walks slowly to the ring, then steps up on the apron and over the top rope... and Tony Garcia immediately rushes him! Tony Garcia begins clobbering the Grave Digger with massive right hands, and Linda Peterson enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin our main event match!

For the VCW World Title:

Grave Digger (c)

vs.

Tony Garcia
w/Rebecca Black

Tony Garcia opens up powerfully on the Grave Digger, staggering him with massive blows, then whips him into the ropes and runs into the other side... and mows him down with a huge clothesline in the middle of the ring!! Tony Garcia roars triumphantly and poses the crowd... but the Grave Digger just stood right back up behind him! Tony Garcia turns around... and the Grave Digger grabs his throat! He's going for a chokeslam right away, but Tony Garcia quickly stops that with an elbow to the side of the head that staggers the Grave Digger. Tony Garcia whips the Grave Digger into the turnbuckle, and follows him in with a massive avalanche, then whips him to the other corner! He waits for the Grave Digger to stagger out, and brings him crashing to the mat with a massive powerslam!! Tony Garcia just slammed the Grave Digger, and he hooks a leg for the pin... but only gets two before the Grave Digger makes a powerful kickout!!

Tony Garcia begins working over the Grave Digger, realizing that he's in for a long fight to wear him down enough for the pin. He takes special care to assault his lower back, and that may be a good idea... not only does it soften him up if by some act of God Tony Garcia can put this huge monster in the Torture Rack, it also potentially limits the Grave Digger's ability to lift Tony Garcia, which he'll need to do in order to execute the Burial, the most devestating move in his arsenal. Tony Garcia has the edge in experience here, and he knows exactly what he has to do. He brutalizes the Grave Digger with huge blows from his fists and forearms, and even executes a few suplexes and a backbreaker against his massive opponent, continuing the damage to his back. But the Grave Digger didn't come here to be dominated tonight, and he reverses a whip into the ropes, then takes Tony Garcia down with the Grave Yard Slam in the middle of the ring!! Rebecca Black screams frantically, but when the Grave Digger goes for the cover, he only gets two and a half... which shows that Tony Garcia is also a powerful competitor.

The Grave Digger goes on the offensive now, and for the first time in his VCW career, Tony Garcia is manhandled by an opponent larger than himself, as the Grave Digger's powerful strikes and slams take their toll on him. The match spills out of the ring, and the Grave Digger continues his powerful offense, destroying Tony Garcia in a brawl and opening up his forehead by taking his head into the ringpost. Tony Garcia fights back, getting in some good shots of his own, but the Grave Digger keeps the advantage... until Rebecca Black comes from behind him and pulls his hair. The Grave Digger whirls around and begins stalking after Rebecca Black, who screams and runs to Linda Peterson, demanding that she stop the Grave Digger from attacking... and with Linda Peterson and the Grave Digger both distracted, Tony Garcia grabs the wooden axe handle off of the apron and nails the Grave Digger in the back of the head with it! The Grave Digger goes down, and Tony Garcia drives the wooden axe handle into his back several times!

Linda Peterson turns around as Tony Garcia rolls the Grave Digger back into the ring and begins to go for the kill with more powerful blows and a few power moves. Sensing the end is near, Tony hits the Grave Digger with another backbreaker, then a spinebuster for a count of two and a half. With some effort, he lifts the Grave Digger and gives him a massive power bomb, and that gets two and three-quarters!! Tony Garcia's signalling for the Torture Rack now... is this even possible!? He lifts the Grave Digger with a grimace of effort... TORTURE RACK!! Tony Garcia has the Grave Digger in the Torture Rack!! He's racking the Grave Digger... can he possibly hope for a submission here!? Would the Grave Digger ever submit!? Tony Garcia's continuing to rack him, and this one could be over at any second... but the Grave Digger's not giving up! He's enduring the Torture Rack... and finally, Tony Garcia's forced to drop him due to fatigue! The Grave Digger was too big to keep up there for long!

Tony Garcia and the Grave Digger are both feeling the effects of that... Tony Garcia's winded and fatigued, but the Grave Digger is down on the mat, not moving. Tony Garcia drags the Grave Digger to the corner, and slowly starts climbing up one of the turnbuckles... Tony Garcia's going to the top turnbuckle! He's not any sort of high-flyer by any stretch of the imagination... but the the Torture Rack didn't get the job done, and he's willing to try anything now! But he's winded, and he's not moving too quickly... AND THE GRAVE DIGGER SITS UP!! The Grave Digger just sat up behind Tony Garcia, and he goes forward and shakes the ropes before Tony Garcia can turn around! Tony Garcia falls across the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, and the Grave Digger steps out to the apron and slowly climbs up the other side to meet him! Tony Garcia fires back with a few punches, but the Grave Digger absorbs them and retaliates with a few of his own, then grabs Tony Garcia by the throat... TOP-ROPE CHOKESLAM!!

The crowd bursts into cheers, Rebecca Black screams in anguished horror, and Tony Garcia lands on the mat with a heavy impact! This match is practically over... but the Grave Digger's not going for the cover! He's signalling for the Burial!! But Brujah's running out of the backstage area, as the Grave Digger pulls Tony Garcia to his feet! The Grave Digger lifts Tony Garcia, with clear effort and pain in his back... he's going for the Burial! But Brujah grabs the wooden axe handle and slides into the ring, and nails the Grave Digger in the back with it! He crumples under Tony Garcia, and that'll be an instant disqualification!!

The Grave Digger defeated Tony Garcia via disqualification in 0:11:48.
Rating: DUD
(The Grave Digger retained the VCW World Title.)

Tony Garcia rolls off of the Grave Digger, still barely conscious after that top-rope chokeslam, but Brujah has the wooden axe handle, and he's continuing to assault the Grave Digger with it! The match is over, but one would guess that saving Tony Garcia from the Burial was only part of Brujah's motivation here... he's out for blood, and he's still viciously assaulting the Grave Digger with the wooden axe handle!! Finally, he casts the axe handle aside, then pulls the Grave Digger up into a standing headscissors. We know what this is about... POWER BOMB!! The crowd explodes into boos, and once again, Brujah just drilled the massive Grave Digger, well over half again his size, down to the mat with the Power Bomb!

Brujah just drove the Grave Digger down hard with the Power Bomb, and now he's standing over him, looking down with a satisifed snarl... THE GRAVE DIGGER SITS UP!! The Grave Digger sits up and grabs Brujah by the throat as he gets up... and Brujah immediately begins throwing a vicious series of punches, rocking the Grave Digger and breaking his grasp! Brujah runs into the ropes and nails the Grave Digger square in the chest with a lariat, staggering him but not sending him down... and he runs to try it again, but the Grave Digger catches him... GRAVE YARD SLAM!! Brujah just got drilled with the Grave Yard Slam, and he's rolling out of the ring, along with Tony Garcia!!

The crowd cheers loudly as the Grave Digger is handed the VCW World Title again, and he stands tall in the ring, looking down on Tony Garcia and Brujah on the outside! They're regrouping on the outside, and it seems like Brujah wants to get back in the ring, but Tony Garcia's holding him back! He's saying something to him... and reluctantly, Brujah's joining Tony Garcia in making his way backstage. The Grave Digger is still the VCW World Champion, and the Black Plague was thwarted tonight... but these two men will meet in a Casket Match at Disaster Area! Who will come out on top in that encounter!? We're out of time tonight... see you next week!

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