Monday Night Wrestling 04/30/01 (VCW 118)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, coming to you live from the Key Arena in Washington! We have what should be an interesting show tonight... tonight's main event pits Falcon, the returning former VCW World Champion, David Wright Hubbard, and the current VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, against Troy Black, Tony Garcia, and "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez! We don't know quite what else to expect before the evening's up, but we have every reason to believe that this could be one hell of a volatile, exciting show. We're receiving word that David Wright Hubbard has just arrived at the arena as we speak... let's go to that now!

Backstage...

David Wright Hubbard and Melissa DelArmeggio are shown walking into the building, having just arrived at the arena. Their injuries are all too plain; David Wright Hubbard still walks with a limp, and Melissa DelArmeggio's wearing a patch over her right eye. As they step inside, they're approached by Falcon and Lady Erica Whitmore, but Falcon seems to ignore David Wright Hubbard in favor of rushing to Melissa's side with concern.

Falcon: Melissa, I saw last week, with Amy... and backstage... and... are you okay!?

M. DelArmeggio: Yeah, relatively speaking. She won't get rid of me that easily.

Falcon: The patch--

M. DelArmeggio: Is to keep out light and irritation, so it doesn't get infected. It'll be fine in a week or two.

Falcon: Damn it, I should've been there last week. I know I've got a pretty long list of times I should've been there for you... but I just didn't think at the time--

M. DelArmeggio: Don't worry. I'm fine. I just got careless and I didn't expect that. I won't get careless again.

D.W. Hubbard: Don't worry about it. She's tough. Hell, you and me... they want us to jump in, all half-crippled like we are, so they can get us too. Just settle down a little.

Falcon: Yeah, but... my back feels okay these days. I could've done something to--

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, well my knee's still busted up. I can't believe they expect me to come in and work tonight, when it comes down to it. Look at me. I'm a hurt man. What the hell could I have done except get my ass beat too!?

M. DelArmeggio: Really... I'm fine. Don't worry about it.

David Wright Hubbard seems to ignore Melissa's protest as he continues speaking to Falcon.

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, I don't see what you're saying where there's anything I could have done. My knee's a damn mess. No thanks to you, trying to take me out at No Quarter with your little Boston crab. I'd even have the title right now if it wasn't for you pulling me off of Tony Garcia. If there's one thing you could've done, it was try to keep them off me at No Quarter instead of piling in with them, and maybe if you'd done that I'd be healthy enough to take care of business.

Falcon: ... Whatever. We don't have time to argue right now... I have some news for you. Me, you, and the Grave Digger are set to take on Troy Black, Tony Garcia, and Lorenzo Vasquez in the main event tonight. I'm not happy about it either, but--

D.W. Hubbard: What the hell kind of crap are they trying to put over on me!? Look... I don't want that match. If they think I'm gonna team up with the man who's wearing my title and the man who cost me that title against the three top guys in the Black Plague, they'd better think of something else, because that's not gonna happen.

Falcon: What do you mean, that's not gonna happen?

D.W. Hubbard: I mean that's not gonna happen. Look at me. I'm injured. And besides, I should be getting another shot at my title belt, not teaming up with the big overgrown carcass that's walking around with it now.

Falcon: Can't you just put that behind you? Look... I know you're hurt. But we've got a match, and we need you on the team. You're not my first choice for a tag team partner, and neither's the Grave Digger... but we're in this together tonight.

M. DelArmeggio: Come on... can't you work with them for at least one night?

D.W. Hubbard: ... All right. Fine. One night. Just tonight. And after this, the Grave Digger damn well better be ready to give me a rematch. I want my damn belt back.

Falcon: Okay, then. It's a deal. I'll be there. And Melissa... if you ever want to catch up on old times or anything, just stop by. My other old friends went crazy or went to Toronto, so I can appreciate the company.

M. DelArmeggio: Um... yeah, I might do that sometime. I'll definitely keep it in mind.

Falcon: Okay. See you guys later.

Falcon and Lady Erica Whitmore turn and begin leaving, headed elsewhere backstage, as David Wright Hubbard glares after him.

D.W. Hubbard: If it wasn't for him, I'd still have the title. He expects me to come in here and team up with him after that... and he's trying to put it off like I don't care about you getting hurt. Look, just because I'm not gushing all over trying to crawl in your pants doesn't mean I don't care about this stuff. But I do a lot of getting hurt myself, too.

M. DelArmeggio: I know. I already said, don't worry about it. ... What's with you today, anyway?

D.W. Hubbard: Not a damn thing. But you'll have to excuse me if I'm not in a good mood... having your ass whipped and your leg nearly broken does that to a man.

Melissa DelArmeggio just shrugs, letting it drop as they continue walking backstage. The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back in the ring... and obviously, the events of No Quarter have upset David Wright Hubbard a lot. He's clearly not himself... but will he be a reliable ally for Falcon and the Grave Digger tonight? He's injured, and not in the best mental state, against three of the top opponents in VCW... but we don't have time to dwell on that, because Russel Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja are already in the ring, awaiting their opponents, and those opponents are about to enter for our opening match.

"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, and that brings out Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, the VCW World Tag Team Champions, along with Jasmina Chastity. They're wearing the titles and smiling carefree smiles as they walk to the ring, and as usual Rob Solomon's carrying a hockey stick. They enter the ring, and Jacob Idol grabs a microphone.

J. Idol: Now... if this won't prove that we're fighting champions, I don't know what will. Two weeks ago, we defended these titles against a pair of losers from NCXCW, and tonight, we're even granting a title shot to the lowest-ranked tag team in this company... well before the thirty-day requirement for title defenses, I might add. So if this doesn't prove that we're willing to defend the titles against ANY tag team, whether or not they deserve a title shot, I don't know what will. Let's face it, none of our opponents are really worthy... but even the unworthiest can get title shots from us, because we're always willing to defend these titles.

The crowd boos loudly... who do these two think they're fooling? They're always willing to give a title shot to an unworthy tag team, but they haven't taken any matches with top-ranked tag teams like the Ontario Colour Show or Stiff Competition lately. Rob Solomon takes the microphone next.

R. Solomon: Oh, and just as a reminder... that open challenge extends to anybody BUT the former champions, the Ontario Colour Show, because we already beat them. We shouldn't have to face the same opponents twice until everybody's had their shot... it's only fair. So the Ontario Colour Show can take a number and get in line if they want to, but I have to warn you, it'll be a while.

That figures... they're still not in for serious competition. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to get this one started, and our opening match begins now.

For the VCW World Tag Team Titles:

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

vs.

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor & Super Giant Ninja

The outcome of this match was never in question. Russel Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja are quickly outclassed and destroyed by the superior skill of their opponents, and the match ends, almost mercifully, with an inverted DDT from Jacob Idol that puts Russel Taylor down for the three count.

The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon) defeated Russel Taylor and The Super Giant Ninja when Idol pinned Russel the Muscle after an inverted DDT in 0:01:21.
Rating: DUD
(The Hammer of the Gods retained the VCW World Tag Team Titles.)

That puts a quick end to that, and Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon are leaving now with their victory and their titles. They may have the VCW World Tag Team Titles now, but they haven't faced a true test of their abilities since winning them at No Quarter. When they do face such a test, the outcome may be different. As Russel Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja begin to regroup, we understand there's a camera in the women's restroom poised to record a potentially interesting conversation... let's go to that now.

Backstage...

Minako is shown in a women's bathroom, facing the mirror as she combs her hair and reapplies her makeup, with a row of stalls behind her. As she does, Sophie walks in through the door and steps up to her side.

Sophie: Hi, Minako! What'cha doing?

Minako turns to look at Sophie with an annoyed glance before speaking to her with a mild Japanese accent.

Minako: Putting on makeup and combing my hair. What did you think!?

Sophie: I don't know. But... I figured I should tell you something.

Sophie leans in closer to Minako, as if preparing to confide a secret, and Minako seems a little annoyed. Behind them, the head of a man wearing a ninja's mask and hood peeks up above the door of one of the stalls, then slips back down below the door again, unnoticed.

Sophie: I think Rex doesn't like us anymore, and he only likes Komachi.

Minako: You're wrong. He fucked me in the closet not more than five minutes ago. Why do you think I have to comb my hair again and put on makeup?

Sophie's eyes widen in scandalous delight as she smiles at Minako eagerly.

Sophie: In a closet? Oooh... naughty Minako! Juicy, gooey details, please!

Minako: Sophie... go away.

Sophie: Come on, Minako... I don't know what to do about this. Hy heart's cracking and falling apart, like an ill-maintained, ancient bridge over troubled waters, preparing to shatter and plunge me into an sea of despair that's no doubt full of icky sea monsters with big scary teeth. Love lies bleeding in my hands, and my deepest desires are only thoughts upon a dream as my tears mingle with a deluge of raindrops that soak me to the core... and even when the rain makes my T-shirt wet so Rex can see my boobs through it, he STILL doesn't like me!

Minako: Sophie... what the hell are you talking about?

Sophie: There's just one thing in life that I really really REALLY want... and that's for Rex to like me. That's all I want... well, that and for him to talk to me more, and buy me lots of nice stuff, and have lots of hot, steamy, creamy, dreamy sex with me... but that's all! Oh... and I also want cheesy sticks for dinner tonight, too. They're so greasy and good...

Sophie trails off, smiling as she gets lost in her fantasies of Rex Richards and cheesy sticks, but Minako just shakes her head and sighs.

Minako: Sophie... you're such a geek. You'll never be Rex's favorite. I don't know why he keeps you around anyway.

Minako turns and walks out of the restroom, as Sophie casts a sad gaze towards the floor and sighs.

Sophie: Rex has to like me. What can I... yeah, that's it!! I'll write him a love poem to express my true feelings!

Looking up with a renewed surge of cheerfulness, Sophie turns and darts out through the bathroom door, as the camera fades out on the women's restroom.

More dissention among Rex Richards's female companions, from the looks of things... could this come back to haunt him? It's no secret that he sometimes depends upon their interference to distract or incapacitiate an opponent when he's losing a match, but if they can't effectively intervene on his behalf due to internal turmoil, that advantage could be lost. But now "What U Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker begins playing, and that brings out Kid Rave and Connie Lingus, accompanied by Stormy Weathers, Vickie Romano, and Fred Errara, to a loud roar of boos from the crowd. We understand that these two will be facing each other tonight, in a match requested by Vickie Romano... but what kind of sense does that make? Whatever the case may be, they're in the ring now, and Vickie Romano grabs a microphone, then hands it to Connie Lingus and prompts her with an elbow to the ribs. Reluctantly, Connie Lingus raises the microphone to speak...

C. Lingus: You know something, boys... when it comes down to it, I'm a lot like a swimming pool. After a few good laps and breast strokes, things are gonna get pretty wet... so come in without a lifeguard on duty at your own risk.

Vickie Romano gives Connie Lingus a satisfied nod, then grabs a microphone of her own.

V. Romano: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Connie Lingus, one of the premier entertainers of our time... and the featured girl in July's issue of Overnight Sexation magazine, on sale at adult newstands everywhere on July second! And Connie... quite frankly, I understand your photo session really turned some heads.

C. Lingus: Well... um... it went pretty well, but I don't really want to talk about it in public like--

V. Romano: Good work! Take the shy, quiet, reserved approach and put on your "good girl" act, so everyone will rush out and buy the magazine to see what kind of sordid double life you really lead! Perfect! You're a natural sports entertainer, Connie! Now... Kid Rave, take us away!

K. Rave: Yeah, Vickie... man, I should be all up in Overnight Sexation magazine, with all them fine-ass women... that'd be sweet. But anyway, I gotta give my props... hey, yo, Stormy! Word up, big pimp!?

Stormy Weathers and Kid Rave exchange some sort of bizarre gang handshake, before Kid Rave turns back to the crowd.

K. Rave: Yo... you looking at the straight up K-I-D... R-with an A-to the V-and the E... AWW!! Kid Rave, motherfuckers, and y'all still don't know me! Tell the world to hold their breath, they're breathing the wrong air... this planet belongs to me and this redneck with long hair! Two white boys who spike punch and light joints... hang around drugs, loud music, and like noise! Kid Rave and Stormy Weathers... two birds of a feather who always ride together!! And I'm finna take it out west, sucker... because I wanna be a cowboy. I'm going PLATINUM!!

The crowd continues to boo, and throws trash into the ring... he just keeps getting worse and worse. Stormy Weathers grabs the microphone from Kid Rave, and turns to face Vickie Romano, a little hesitantly.

S. Weathers: So... both Connie and Kid Rave are our guys. Now, you got them fighting each other tonight, and I don't see why--

V. Romano: Stormy... PLEASE quit questioning my genious already, okay!? Quite frankly, I think you'll never understand... but I'll go ahead and explain it one more time. When tag team partners feud with each other, it means ratings, because the crowd never knows when the tag team will fall apart, and they always tune in to see what happens. Higher ratings mean more money. Do you understand the concept of more money, Stormy?

S. Weathers: Well, yeah, but my accountants are all telling me that I got a lot less money than when we started...

V. Romano: Stormy... don't listen to the numbers. I know what draws money. Quite frankly, with my patented technique of hotshot booking that kills all future appeal of any of the wrestlers or angles involved in exchange for a cheap short-term rise, you need to give it some time before it begins to show a profit. You're not gonna become number one overnight. Now stand back, and let's let these two talented entertainers do their thing!

Stormy Weathers looks like he's ready to say more, but Vickie Romano elbows him aside, then steps out of the ring as Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

Kid Rave
w/Stormy Weathers, Vickie Romano, & Fred Errara

vs.

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

Vickie Romano looks on in approval as these two trade a series of punches and a few simple, odd-looking spots. Connie Lingus hits an inverted atomic drop and a spinebuster, but seconds later the advantage shifts again and Kid Rave takes control, staggering her with two punches, then doing some sort of ridiculous dance before dropping her with a third. With Connie Lingus down, Kid Rave goes up to the top turnbuckle and yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!!" then comes off with a flying legdrop. On the outside, Vickie Romano yells for them to bring it home, so Kid Rave pulls Connie Lingus up and hits her with the Bitch Slap, then covers her for the three-count.

Kid Rave pinned Connie Lingus with the Bitch Slap in 0:01:29.
Rating: -**

The crowd boos as the match comes to an end, and Vickie Romano climbs into the ring and hands Kid Rave a can of spray paint... what the hell's this!? Kid Rave takes the spray paint... and he's spray-painting "SMCW" on Connie Lingus's back! What the hell's that for!? After that, he helps Connie Lingus to her feet, and they're all leaving for the backstage area now. Good riddance... given what we've seen in the past, it's a good thing they didn't stay around longer. We're going to go backstage now, where we understand there's a camera in the Black Plague's dressing room once again as they lay out their plans for the evening! Let's go to that now...

Backstage...

The entire Black Plague is gathered in their luxury dressing room backstage, sitting around on various furniture and preparing for their matches later on in the show. Tony Garcia is pacing in the room, though, and seems to still be very angry as he addresses the rest of the Black Plague.

T. Garcia: I can't believe the Grave Digger got lucky last night. When I get my hands on that big son of a bitch at Disaster Area... I'm gonna devestate him in the middle of the ring, stuff him in the casket, shut the lid, and send him back up to Toronto so Strahd can give him a decent burial.

L. Vasquez: Yeah, I bet after he ran out on the company like that, he'll get a decent burial, all right. Makes me wonder, though, speaking of Strahd... how'd the bastard find out about our little backstage introduction to Amy, anyway?

Amy Lin fixes a glare of equal parts amusement and annoyance on Lorenzo Vasquez.

A. Lin: Knowing you, you probably told anyone in the free world who'd listen. You know... we really ought to buy the whole company and fold it, just to spite him.

Troy Black, sitting next to Amy Lin on a sofa, reaches over to rub her shoulders lightly.

T. Black: Don't worry about it. I already took care of that little problem at Inner Fury. His little three-ring circus isn't worth the little bit of money I'd waste on it.

Rebecca Black leans forward, coming closer to Amy Lin, as a smile crosses her face.

R. Black: Oh, Amy, before I forget... I just wanted to congratulate you again on the beating you gave Melissa last week. Did you see that eyepatch!?

A. Lin: Well, shiver me timbers, matey... that's the funniest thing I've seen in my life! We should tell the office to make her do a pirate gimmick now. Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum... you know what I mean!?

Rebecca Black and Amy Lin share a laugh over that, before Rebecca Black looks up to continue speaking.

R. Black: Yeah... I'd try to find her buried treasure, but I'm worried she'd make me walk the plank.

T. Black: Forget it. She keeps it buried too deep. Nothing there anyway.

That sends Rebecca Black and Amy Lin into a new fit of giggles, until Amy Lin finally looks up, forcing herself into seriousness.

A. Lin: All right... but anyway, I still want the job finished, and I don't want to bother with it myself. Maybe... Brujah!

Brujah, previously lost in thought as he sits in an armchair, looks up on hearing his name.

Brujah: Yeah? You need something?

A. Lin: Could you maybe... exterminate Melissa tonight for me?

Brujah: What a pain... you know I'll catch hell for this from Jennie. All right... I can handle it.

A. Lin: Are you SURE? I don't want any problems, like last time...

Amy trails off, fixing a glare on Desmond, who fidgets uncomfortably in his chair.

Desmond: Well, you know, she's a woman, and... you know, it's just not... nice to attack women. Normally, I'm a reasonable man... and that's just not reasonable.

R. Black: Oh, give me a break. Maybe it's just me, but if I'm in a fight with a man, and he won't hit back, that's a HUGE turn-off...

T. Garcia: More importantly, it's another failure, and like Troy told you all, we can't be having that. Me and Rebecca and Troy all talk about this kind of stuff, you know... and Desmond, you're starting to disappoint us.

Desmond seems uncomfortable as several angry, questioning glares descend on him, but Brujah sits up from his armchair to speak up.

Brujah: Hey, relax. I'll wipe out Melissa tonight. I promise you she's not walking out of there. So you don't need to worry about Desmond. I got this one.

T. Black: Maybe. But I have another project for Desmond tonight. Desmond... you'd never have received this match in SMCW due to politics and backstage matters, but you're getting a huge opportunity tonight. I want you to take out Sandis Arlington for me. Can you do that?

Desmond: I... I'll do my best.

That merely gets an angry stare from Troy Black as he stands up and walks closer to Desmond, looking down at him as he remains seated. Desmond looks up at Troy Black nervously, not wanting to maintain eye contact for more than a second.

T. Black: Losers like Russel "The Muscle" Taylor are the ones who talk about working hard and doing their best. Winners get the job done, then take home the titles, the money, and the girls. It should be a given that you'll do your best. But can you hurt Sandis Arlington for me tonight?

Desmond: I'll do it. And... to help make myself useful, do you need any help in the six-man tag team match tonight? I could be watching out for you...

T. Garcia: No, you just worry about what's on your own plate. We got a plan. Rip off Dave's leg and force it down his throat, you know? We're the elite members of the Plague... we don't lose. We don't fail. All you need to do in the main event is watch and learn.

Desmond sits back in his chair, still looking uncomfortable, as Troy Black returns to Amy Lin's side and the camera fades out on the Black Plague.

The Black Plague's plan is clear now... they've sent Brujah and Desmond to take care of Melissa DelArmeggio and Sandis Arlington tonight. With the rest of the Black Plague focused on other issues, these two matches could be very important ones, not simply in terms of who wins and loses, but in terms of how much damage Brujah and Desmond can do to their opponents. Given a choice between facing an opponent in the ring and seeing to it that their opponents never even make it to the ring, the Black Plague always seems to prefer the latter. That's their plan for tonight... but right now, another match is starting! Ruby Richard Cage is already in the ring, and fortunately we've missed all the posing and catchphrases... but he still has a microphone.

R.R. Cage: Yo... thanks to that genetic JACK-MONKEY Connie Lingus, Hunk Higgins is hanging and banging back in the Venice Beach hospitals, trying to find a doctor that's got enough brains in his head to realize that Hunkamania's running wild, and that he's not injured, so he should be cleared to wrestle. In the meantime, while my partner bodyslams the Venice Beach medical community, I'm here to take on one of these flea-market wrestling luchadors that have been infesting every wrestling promotion I've laid eyes on, Salvaje Demonio.

My main problem with these luchadors is their dirty, sweaty masks. Me, I only wear a mask when I should, like when it's cold outside and I need a ski mask, or when it's Halloween and I need to go to a costume party, or when I'm trying to sneak into the girl's locker room at a junior high school without nobody knowing who I am... but these luchadors, they wear their masks EVERYWHERE. Some of them even glue their masks to their head, or have them grafted to their skulls... I swear, I ain't making this up! And it's making me sick. So Salvaje Demonio, bring your mask-wearing carcass out here, because you're about to get BANGED!!

Even Mike Tenay couldn't have given us a less entertaining or informative take on masked wrestlers... but here comes Salvaje Demonio, as "Surfing With The Alien" by Joe Satriani begins playing over the arena sound system! Salvaje Demonio runs to the ring and slides inside, and Ruby Richard Cage jumps him immediately! Brendan Powers calls for the bell, and this match begins now!

Salvaje Demonio

vs.

Ruby Richard Cage
w/Jesse Smark

Salvaje Demonio outclasses Ruby Richard Cage to an absurd degree, and Ruby Richard Cage is helpless against his vastly superior quickness and skill. Salvaje Demonio quickly outwrestles Ruby Richard Cage and finishes him off with the Swandive Headbutt.

Salvaje Demonio pinned Ruby Richard Cage with the Swandive Headbutt in 0:01:49.
Rating: 1/2*

That was short and ugly... Ruby Richard Cage is flattened, as usual, and Salvaje Demonio just picked up the win, not as if that was in question. Salvaje Demonio poses for the crowd briefly, getting a fair-sized round of cheers in reply, then heads backstage, and Ruby Richard Cage follows shortly thereafter, staggering backstage as he mutters and curses about nothing important.

Our next match will be a six-man tag team match, and it may have a little bit more importance to it than that last throwaway match... "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out "Double R" Rex Richards, and the New Immortals, "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, along with Minako, Sophie, Komachi, and Nicole, who's once again carrying a croquet mallet. They all come to the ring, and Rex Richards motions for the New Immortals to stand aside as he takes off his robe, then kneels and flexes his muscles, with Minako, Sophie, and Komachi performing a martial-arts display around him. The three women drape themselves around his body as the display comes to a close, and he hands off his sunglasses to Minako, who puts them on. In the meantime, Moy Lazzario and Bobby Danson grab microphones.

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

B. Danson: And I'm his tag team partner, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. Together, we're the New Immortals. Two great wrestlers, one new and improved tag team... and with us, as always, for you people to drool over as you sit next to your comparatively obese and unattractive female companions, is the lovely Nicole.

The crowd boos as Nicole smiles and waves, and a sizable chant of "WE WANT KEN!" comes up in the crowd. In the eyes of most fans, the New Immortals are just a pale imitation of the originals.

M. Lazzario: And that's not all... we're also joined by the esteemed "Double R" Rex Richards and his three beautiful female companions. I must say, it's a truly great honor to team with an international superstar like you, Double R.

Rex Richards nods and smiles at the blatant flattery, as Moy Lazzario and Bobby Danson give him a pair of nods in respect.

B. Danson: Tonight, we'll be facing our former friends, Johnny Smiles and the Heavy Metal Express, in a spirited round of six-man tag team action, where nobody comes out straight and the only rule is survival. As for our former friends... well, it was fun while it lasted, but we're heels now... and that means we realized what a bunch of LOSERS you are, just like these people in the crowd right here!

M. Lazzario: Sorry, guys... but business is business, and thanks to our heel turn, we've been able to recapture all the magic of the Immortals and then some, and wrap it up in a nice, tight, marketable package that all the kids can dig. You're all just stepping stones in our path, so don't take it personally when we have to kick your funky punk happy Jack asses!!

The crowd boos loudly, and Rex Richards grabs the microphone from Moy Lazzario.

R. Richards: But more importantly than that... is you, Johnny! You walk around with your head so high, wearing your VCW Intercontinental Title... maybe you forgot, but three weeks ago, I beat your sorry ass in the middle of the ring, clean as a whistle! And if you can justify giving that worthless scumbag Marty Jannetty a title shot, then I want a title shot, at Disaster Area! You and me, Johnny!! I beat your ass once, I'll beat your ass again tonight, and I'm demanding you put the title on the line, and I'll beat your ass one more time at Disaster Area!

The crowd boos, but Sophie borrows Bobby Danson's microphone, then steps forward to face Rex Richards, smiling broadly.

Sophie: I know you'll beat him, Rex, because that's just how great you are. And since you're so great and I love you SOOOOO much, I wrote a little piece of poetry for you...

Rex Richards gives Sophie a baffled, annoyed stare, temporarily lost for words as Sophie reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, then holds it and begins reading a limerick from it.

Sophie: Rex, I love you so much I can't talk,
Your muscles are hard as a rock,
You're handsome and sexy,
My lovable Rexy,
And I can't get enough of your c--

Sophie is suddenly cut off and drowned out by cheers as "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing over the arena sound system, and Johnny Smiles and the Heavy Metal Express, Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, step out of the backstage area to the cheers of the crowd. Johnny Smiles has the VCW Intercontinental Title strapped around his waist and a microphone in his hands, and he seems quite amused by the situation in the ring as he raises it to speak.

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEERRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd cheers.

J. Smiles: First of all... about the New Immortals, I've just got one thing to say. Marty... Lars... don't look now, but you're not the biggest joke in the VCW tag team division anymore!

Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale smile and exchange high-fives, but Sophie turns to Johnny with an angry, irritated stare.

Sophie: Go away! I'm TRYING to read a sensitive love poem here!!

J. Smiles: If you keep trying, eventually you'll succeed... but in this case, I wouldn't hold my breath. Anyway, you're in luck... because you're not the only one who showed up today with a poem dedicated to Rex Richards. Allow me, to the tune of a little George Gordon Byron...

Rex Richards is a musclebound no-talent lunk,
One of wrestling's biggest disgraces.
He only wins matches against losers and punks
When Komachi spits mist in their faces.

Though Rex Richards acts tough and he picks lots of fights
All of us know he's still quite pathetic.
So he puts a needle in his butt every night
So his muscles look big and athletic.

Johnny takes a bow, and Rex Richards's eyes widen in outraged shock as the crowd explodes into cheers. Sophie, on the other hand, continues to fix Johnny with her irritated, pouty stare, putting one fist on her hip in anger.

Sophie: You wrote a better poem than me... YOU'RE trying to steal Rex's heart too!? Well, guess what... he's mine, and you can't have him!!

Sophie throws herself on Rex Richards, embracing him, but he just shoves her to the mat and steps forward, seething with rage as he sputters for a reply to Johnny.

R. Richards: Johnny... you want to see who's pathetic!? I don't go for this Disney World rhyming shit... you want to see who's pathetic, get in here! I've got one for you. Roses are red, violets are blue... you get your ass in here, and I'm gonna KILL you!!

J. Smiles: We'll see about that... and we'll also see about your ridiculous claim to the VCW InterJohnnynental Title at Disaster Area. You want some of me? Well, get ready, because I've got more of me than you can handle!!

Johnny Smiles just tossed aside the microphone, and along with the Heavy Metal Express, he's charging the ring! They slide inside, and Jerry Rogers enters the ring to officiate as this match begins!

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

vs.

Johnny Smiles & Heavy Metal Express

The match starts out pretty evenly, with the advantage changing often. The Heavy Metal Express and New Immortals try to match teamwork and wrestling skill, while Johnny Smiles and Rex Richards go back and forth with a little basic offense. After a few minutes of even fighting, Rex Richards and the New Immortals gain a clear upper hand and isolate Marty Jannetty in their corner, then begin working him over as Lars Coverdale and Johnny Smiles exchange a "well, what did you expect?" glance. After being dominated for several minutes, however, Marty Jannetty counters a backdrop from Bobby Danson with a Rocker Dropper, then makes the hot tag to Johnny Smiles!

'Bobby Danson tags Rex Richards, but Johnny Smiles comes in and starts cleaning house on everyone, taking them all down as they come in for the attack. The Heavy Metal Express join in, and quickly send the New Immortals spilling to the outside, then leap out onto them with stereo planchas at opposite sides as Johnny continues to go in for the kill with Rex Richards. But on the outside, Nicole turns the tides, giving Marty Jannetty a low blow, then hitting Lars Coverdale upside the head with her croquet mallet. Jerry Rogers catches Nicole standing over the fallen body of Lars Coverdale with the croquet mallet, and turns to question her, just as Johnny takes Rex Richards down with a superkick!! He lifts Rex Richards in a fireman's carry, looking for the Smiledriver... but Sophie reaches in and grabs his foot, causing him to fall backwards... into a crucifix roll-up from Rex Richards, just as Jerry Rogers turns around in time to count three!! Rex Richards just pinned Johnny Smiles AGAIN!!

Rex Richards and The New Immortals defeated Johnny Smiles and The Heavy Metal Express when R. Richards pinned J. Smiles after a crucifix in 0:09:30.
Rating: * 3/4

Sophie directs a satisfied smirk into the ring as Rex Richards rolls to the outside, with the crowd booing. Rex Richards raises his hands in triumph, and Sophie steps forward to embrace him, but he shoves her out of the way in favor of placing each arm around the shoulders of Minako and Komachi, causing Sophie to cast a hurt, crestfallen gaze towards the floor as they make their way backstage. The New Immortals continue to kick and stomp at the fallen bodies of the Heavy Metal Express, but Johnny rolls out of the ring to chase them away, and soon they're retreating up the aisle with Nicole as well, to the boos of the crowd. Johnny helps Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale to their feet, and they begin to head backstage as well, as the crowd applauds and cheers their effort.

We're going straight into another match now... "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and that brings forth "Doctor" Dave Adams, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia. The last time we saw him, he was being destroyed by Troy Black... perhaps tonight he'll fare better, as he goes one-on-one with John Uldwall. He climbs into the ring... and sure enough, he's grabbing a microphone too. He never passes up an opportunity to reveal that he's a perverted, incoherent moron...

D. Adams: You know... even though Ruby Richard Cage is a pathetic old man, and he's not a real man like I am, maybe he had a good point earlier before his match with the Salsa Kid. Those Mexican luchadors... they wear their masks entirely too much. But when I went down to Mexico, to get a little of that hot action going on South of the border, I think I found out why that is. All the little senoritas came running up to me, because as I looked around, I saw that all of the men around those parts were uglier than the worm in a bottle of tequila, and they wanted a real man, that could do things to their body that nobody else can. And I took all these lovely ladies inside my Magic Ambulance of Love, and one brave conquistador in a purple helmet conquered the finest beauties in Mexico that day.

So for those of you who wondered why these luchadors wear their masks... it's to spare all the ladies down there the sight of their ugly faces. And Salvaje Demonio... I appreciate you carrying on that proud tradition, but Nurse Vivacia wanted me to ask you, on behalf of all the ladies who see you in America every week... wear two masks over your head, to spare the eyesight of the ladies in case the first one falls off.

Nurse Vivacia and Dave Adams exchange a hearty laugh, as the crowd boos loudly. Come on, this is just tasteless... but "Domination" by Pantera begins playing, and here comes someone who'll shut him up! John Uldwall, one half of the Wrecking Crew, is on his way to the ring, and the crowd's cheering loudly! Dave Adams's confidence seems to disappear, but John Uldwall has an obvious malicious purpose as he steps into the ring! He grabs a microphone... wait, what's he going to say!? He turns to Dave Adams...

J. Uldwall: First of all, you...you better forget playing doctor, because in a few seconds, I'm gonna kick your ass.

The crowd cheers, and John Uldwall turns to face the crowd, while keeping a watchful eye on Dave Adams.

J. Uldwall: But that's not all. I'm standing back there, and I hear Idol and Solomon open the show by saying they'll take on anybody! Well, let me get this straight... if you'll take on anybody, then why don't you take on the toughest tag team in VCW history, and put your belts on the line!? I'm bringing my partner next week, and calling you two clowns out, to put the titles on the line and get your asses kicked by the Wrecking Crew. Next week, boys... you take our challenge, and the Wrecking Crew is gonna beat you up, break you down, and ride high again as the VCW World Tag Team Champions!!

John Uldwall tosses aside the microphone, then turns to face Dave Adams, gearing up for a fight! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, calling for the bell, and this match begins now!

John Uldwall

vs.

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

John Uldwall dominates the majority of this match, beating Dave Adams up and bumping him around the ring like a tennis ball with powerful slams, suplexes, and blows. Dave Adams begs off, but gets no respite until Nurse Vivacia pulls down the top rope when John Uldwall runs into the ropes, causing him to spill out to the outside. Dave Adams distracts Bobcat McGavin, and Nurse Vivacia grabs a steel chair and nails John Uldwall with it... but John Uldwall doesn't even flinch! He stares at Nurse Vivacia angrily, and she screams and begins running, and John Uldwall starts chasing her around the ring! He catches her near the ramp, bends her over his knee, and lifts her skirt, revealing a transluscent pair of white, lacy panties, then begins spanking her repeatedly! But as he does, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon come running out of the backstage area, and Rob Solomon has his hockey stick! John Uldwall releases Nurse Vivacia and looks up, and Rob Solomon nails him with the hockey stick!! He goes down, and Jacob Idol pulls him up, and gives him an inverted DDT on the ramp!! They roll him back into the ring, and they're taking off now, as Bobcat McGavin finally turns his attention back to John Uldwall! With the crowd booing loudly, Dave Adams pulls him up and gives him the Doctor's Orders for good measure, then covers him for the three count.

Dave Adams pinned John Uldwall with the Doctor's Orders in 0:06.28.
Rating: 1/2*

Dave Adams rolls out of the ring and begins retreating with Nurse Vivacia, who's still rubbing her bottom and wincing after her treatment at the hands of John Uldwall. John Uldwall certainly won't be happy when he comes around... Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon responded to his challenge by costing him this match! But now, we understand, we're going to go backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf is with the duo of Lance Errington and Chris Champlain, who are set to face Ken Collins and Tim Bell in a tag team match next! Let's hear it, Ziggy!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf seems rather uncomfortable, but with good reason, as he stands near Chris Champlain and Lance Errington. He nervously begins to speak, obviously not feeling safe around these two mentally unbalanced individuals.

Z. Adderloaf: Lance Errington, I'll speak with you in a second, but Chris Champlain... you shocked the world last week, and I have to--

C. Champlain: Ah... you must have a lot of questions. I know, there must be so many questions. Where has Uncle Chris been? Why did Uncle Chris return last week? Why did Uncle Chris attack Ken Collins? Does Uncle Chris wear boxers or briefs? Well, Ziggy, I'll start with the important stuff... briefs, definitely. Boxers leave my special bits flapping and dangling. But now, the rest... I've been, once again, recovering from injuries that should've ended my career. I don't know if you've ever fallen thirty feet, Ziggy... it's actually quite thrilling, except for the landing. And then, to have to get up and continue to fight after that, and after a half-dozen things that should kill an ordinary man... that does something to a person's body. But look who's here right now, and look who isn't. Devaccio Pola broke down... but Uncle Chris has returned.

Now... last week? Simple. When I was watching No Quarter, and I saw Lorenzo Vasquez give Stacey Lockman the Destiny Driver... it brought tears of joy to my eyes, Ziggy. Stacey's beautiful, innocent pain as her neck compressed, leaving her body immobile... the contrast of the sweet look of fear in her eyes an instant before impact and the horrified, glazed-over look in those same beautiful eyes as she lay on the mat, knowing she couldn't feel her limbs... Ziggy, I've seen dozens and dozens of pornographic movies, and none of them turned me on quite like that. After such a sheltered upbringing with her wealthy father, Stacey was practically a virgin to pain and injury... and to see that ripped away from her, to see her crushed so utterly and completely and suddenly... that was a work of beauty beyond even my accomplishments. And last week, I had to pay tribute to Lorenzo Vasquez, offering him my service and my respect, and disposing of that meddling fool Ken Collins. Lorenzo Vasquez... God bless you, you destructive, foul-mouthed alcoholic!

And tonight... my work continues. Ken Collins is already emotionally in great pain after what happened to Stacey, because she was close to him, and he was powerless to stop it... but it's time for me to add physical pain to the equation. So why did I agree to team with Lance Errington against Tim Bell and Ken Collins tonight? Because I owe it to Lorenzo Vasquez for his inspirational work, to carry on in his tradition and bring pain to Ken Collins. Because I get a chance to reunite the Golden Society for one night with Lance Errington, whose newfound skills at physical torture and mind games I also admire. Because I'm a cruel, cruel human being, and it makes me happy. These reasons and more.

People say I have no respect for human life... and that's true, Ziggy. But I do have respect for men who are masters of pain and suffering. Lance Errington and Lorenzo Vasquez... I love those men, Ziggy. I love them so much that if either I or they were of the female gender, I'd make love to them. If I've been in the wine cellar long enough, even that might not matter... but I've spoken enough. Lance... educate these people as to the true meanings of suffering.

Lance Errington looks up with malice in his eyes and clears his throat.

L. Errington: Tonight... I've forged an alliance based on common ground. Not the common ground of the Golden Society, because that crumbled underneath of us when our so-called friends abandoned us... but the common ground of pain and suffering. For whatever reason, we've both been driven to great lengths to cause suffering in our fellow men, simply for amusement, or simply because I like to see one of the vile race of creatures that calls itself humanity receive just a fraction of the suffering they callously dish out to the rest of us.

Tim Bell, for instance... all I did was tell him the truth. And then he attacked me. Contrary to popular belief about those of us that the collective cesspool of normal humanity calls "insane" or "sadistic"... we don't like to get hurt. So when Tim Bell attacked me for no reason... I didn't enjoy it. In fact, it just made my miserable existance even more miserable. And tonight, I'm going to retaliate, to give back to Tim Bell a little of what he gave to me in exchange for the truth that I gave him. Are Chris Champlain and I friends or allies? No... there is no friendship among humanity, and alliance only lasts as long as everyone in it is content with their prosperity. Instead, we're simply two men who deal in truth, two men who hate the rest of the lying, festering race of mankind equally, and delight in giving back to them a little of the pain that they give to us and each other.

Z. Adderloaf: Um... yeah. Well... good luck tonight, guys!

Ziggy Adderloaf quickly flees the scene, as Lance Errington and Chris Champlain shrug, then begin heading for the entrance to the ring area. The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

To be facing two men like Lance Errington and Chris Champlain tonight is definitely an unenviable position... and now "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page is playing over the arena sound system. Tim Bell and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins step out of the backstage area, to the cheers of the crowd, and they definitely look focused on their opponents as they head to the ring. For all that's made of the mental instability of Lance Errington and Chris Champlain, one can't forget that after many of the recent events, Tim Bell and Ken Collins are probably "on edge" as well. Lance Errington and Chris Champlain might just get more violence than they bargained for. They enter the ring and pose to a large burst of cheers from the crowd... and now Ken Collins has a microphone!

K. Collins: At No Quarter, when he attacked Stacey Lockman, Lorenzo Vasquez made a big mistake. But her father, Jimmy Lockman, has asked me to step back and let him settle this... and I've agreed to do just that. But I've got an issue of my own to settle, with Chris Champlain. I don't really care why he decided to attack me last week... but when he did, he put himself in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong man. After I'm through with him, he'll be back in the hospital for another three months. I'm the California Crippler... and it's time I started living up to my name.

Ken Collins tosses aside the microphone... and now "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple just kicked on, and the crowd explodes into boos as the team of Lance Errington and Chris Champlain comes out of the backstage area. Lance Errington, as usual, is wearing dirty, battered blue jeans and a T-shirt to match, while Chris Champlain's once again wearing black dress slacks, and a hooded black robe that nearly conceals his face. They come to the ring, and Chris Champlain stands up on the second turnbuckle, throwing back the robe as he looks to the rafters and begins laughing hoarsely... but Ken Collins comes from behind and dropkicks him, causing him to spill over the top rope to the floor, as Tim Bell assaults Lance Errington! Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins this match!

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins & Tim Bell

vs.

Lance Errington & Chris Champlain

Tim Bell's furious assault of Lance Errington starts off the match, but before long Lance Errington gets in some offense of his own after an eye gouge, and the match becomes more evenly matched as all four men pair off in wrestling exchanges, with Ken Collins and Tim Bell seeming noticably more aggressive when they're up against Chris Champlain and Lance Errington, respectively. Chris Champlain seems a little bit slower and more grounded than he had previously, but remains an aggressive brawler and technical wrestler. He demonstrates that clearly by taking the advantage against Ken Collins, then taking the match to the outside of the ring for a vicious brawl, busting Ken Collins open on the ringpost and wrapping his previously-attacked right arm around the post as well. Ken Collins fights back valiantly, but some strategic assistance from Lance Errington keeps Chris Champlain on top, and Tim Bell's attempts to counter that interference only get him noticed and sent back to his corner by Linda Peterson, giving Lance Errington a chance to assist in further double-teaming. It appears that Lance Errington and Chris Champlain's previous experience as teammates in the Golden Society make them more capable of working as a unit than their opponents.

Back in the ring, Chris Champlain and Lance Errington continue to work over Ken Collins for a few minutes, paying special attention to his right arm and elbow, before Chris Champlain graciously steps back and allows Lance Errington to go in for the kill with an armbar submission. Lance Errington leans back on the hold, putting on pressure as he attempts to break or dislocate something in Ken Collins's right arm, but after a lengthy struggle Ken Collins makes it to his corner, and tags in Tim Bell! Tim Bell rushes in, and Lance Errington scurries back to his corner and quickly makes the tag to Chris Champlain! Tim Bell, furious at being thwarted against Lance Errington, decides to take out his frustration on Chris Champlain, suplexing him repeatedly on his often-injured neck. Lance Errington tries to sneak in for a cheap shot, but Tim Bell catches him, and immedialtely abandons the assault on Chris Champlain to go after Lance Errington. Meanwhile, Ken Collins pulls himself up, bloody and battered, to go after Chris Champlain in a brawl that quickly spills to the outside.

On the inside of the ring, Tim Bell decimates Lance Errington, bringing him down with a series of stiff suplexes, then working over his neck with a reverse neckbreaker and a piledriver. Were he the legal man, Lance Errington would possibly be ready to pin... but Tim Bell's not paying attention to that! He places Lance Errington up on the top turnbuckle, then climbs up with him, looking for the Top-Rope Frankensteiner... but Chris Champlain just took Ken Collins head-first into the ringsteps, knocking him out on the floor! Tim Bell goes for the Top-Rope Frankensteiner, but Chris Champlain reaches up and holds Lance Errington's legs to keep him from going over, and Lance Errington remains seated on the top turnbuckle, holding Tim Bell upside down! Chris Champlain slides into the ring as Lance Errington continues to hold Tim Bell upside down in the corner, then rushes the corner and leaps up to nail Tim Bell with a jumping kneelift to the gut! Tim Bell thrashes around in pain in Lance Errington's grasp, and Chris Champlain helps Lance Errington to lift him up, then stands back... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB!! Lance Errington drilled Tim Bell with a top-rope power bomb, and Chris Champlain heads up to one of the adjacent turnbuckles... FLYING ELBOWDROP!! Chris Champlain hooks the leg after the elbow, and Lance Errington cuts off Ken Collins as Linda Peterson makes the three-count!

Lance Errington and Chris Champlain defeated Ken Collins and Tim Bell when C. Champlain pinned T. Bell after a flying elbowdrop in 0:10:46.
Rating: **

The match has been won... but Chris Champlain's not done yet! He's continuing to crouch over Tim Bell, and now he's raining down a series of punches on him! But Ken Collins drops Lance Errington with a kick to the groin and a DDT, then comes from behind Chris Champlain and puts on a full nelson! He lifts him up off of Tim Bell, then... RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX! Chris Champlain nearly lands on his head on the mat, bouncing up and flopping over onto his stomach from the impact, then remains in the ring, twitching. Ken Collins seems ready to unleash more abuse on Chris Champlain, but Lance Errington, having rolled to the outside, grabs Chris Champlain and pulls him out by the ankle.

Lance Errington and Chris Champlain are retreating up the aisle, and Ken Collins kneels to help Tim Bell to his feet rather than pursue them. Battered, with his right arm severely wounded, and blood running freely from a gash on his forehead, Ken Collins is in no condition to continue to fight anyway... but the look in his eyes as he turns to watch Lance Errington and Chris Champlain leave seems to guarantee that there will be another fight, another day. The crowd cheers as Ken Collins and Tim Bell head backstage, neither looking happy with the outcome of tonight's match.

We have another match coming up shortly... this will be a VCW Television Title Match. "Sad But True" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Melissa DelArmeggio steps out of the backstage area and begins walking to the ring. She's still wearing an eyepatch over her right eye, after Amy Lin gouged her in or near that eye with a jagged piece of wood last week, but she's ready for a fight tonight. And she definitely has a fight on her hands... Brujah has been sent from the Black Plague with the express purpose of taking her out of commission. She climbs into the ring and turns to face the backstage area, awaiting the arrival of Brujah.

Now "Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama Three begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Brujah, who's accompanied by Jennie. Brujah's wearing the VCW Television Title, and Jennie's wearing the VCW T & A Title, as they come to the ring, with the crowd booing them all the way. Jennie stops to say something to Brujah, who simply nods and shrugs before taking off the VCW Television Title and handing it to her, then sliding into the ring. He moves forward to face Melissa, cracking his knuckles, and prepares to attack as Brendan Powers enters the ring to call for the bell!

For the VCW Television Title:

Brujah (c)
w/Jennie

vs.

Melissa DelArmeggio

Brujah attacks with his usual aggression and relentless persistance, and Melissa manages to avoid serious harm for a while, taking Brujah down quickly as he charges in or pelting him with a series of stiff kicks and punches as he charges in. Her martial-arts background has trained her to deal with this kind of reckless assault, and she keeps Brujah at bay... for a minute or two. Eventually, his persistence pays off as he catches her foot on an attempted kick, then ducks an enzuigiri, and Melissa wipes out on the mat. Brujah immediately goes on the attack, dishing out a savage beating to Melissa, paying special attention to her back, with its history of injury earlier in the year. Melissa fights back, but Brujah's too determined to allow her to retake the advantage, and continues assaulting her, finally taking her outside of the ring for an even more vicious attack. Brendan Powers begins counting them out, but Brujah doesn't seem to care, busting Melissa's forehead open with a shot to the ringsteps, then grabbing her and ramming her back-first into the steel ringpost a few times. Finally, as Brujah continues to assault Melissa on the outside of the ring, Brendan Powers counts them both out.

Brujah and Melissa DelArmeggio battled to a double countout in 0:08:14.
Rating: DUD

The match is over now, and Jennie comes to Brujah's side, seeming to ask him to stop the assault on Melissa. He sighs, but then shrugs and pulls Melissa up on his shoulders, and carries her up the steel ramp... and he brings her down with a Samoan Drop on the steel ramp!! Melissa writhes in pain, and now Brujah's pulling her up into a standing headscissors... he's going to give her the Power Bomb on the steel!! Jennie grabs his shoulder, trying to talk him out of doing this... and he turns to her and says something, holding up a finger as if to say "We'll talk later"... but David Wright Hubbard steps out of the backstage area behind him!! Jennie yells out a warning, and Brujah turns around again, just as David Wright Hubbard takes a hobbling run at him and knocks him down with a lariat!!

David Wright Hubbard pulls Brujah up and puts HIM in a standing headscissors... Jennie's screaming in protest, but David Wright Hubbard's lifting anyway... POWER BOMB!! David Wright Hubbard just drilled Brujah down on the steel, laying him out, to the cheers of the crowd!! Jennie's clearly upset... and she comes from behind David Wright Hubbard, whirls him around, and slaps him in the face!! David Wright Hubbard stares at her incredulously... it's looking like that was a bad idea... and he nails Jennie with a fist to the midsection! Jennie doubles over, and David Wright Hubbard puts her in a standing headscissors... come on, this is excessive... POWER BOMB!! David Wright Hubbard just power bombed Jennie on the steel ramp, right next to Brujah! She's laid out beside him, and the crowd has a mixed response for that... and now David Wright Hubbard picks up Melissa's fallen form over one of his shoulders and walks backstage with her! He may have saved Melissa from serious injury... but at the same time, perhaps he used excessive force when he power bombed Jennie on the ramp.

Brujah and Jennie are still laid out, side-by-side... and now "New World Order" by Ministry is playing. Desmond's scheduled to take on Sandis Arlington next, and he steps out of the backstage area, accompanied by Rebecca Black... and stops to tend to his fallen friend, rather than making his way to the ring. He helps Brujah to his feet, and Brujah looks down at Jennie, then looks around angrily for David Wright Hubbard. Unable to find him, he picks up Jennie in his arms and begins carrying her backstage, as Desmond pauses to wish him well before making his way to the ring. Finally, Desmond enters the ring, preparing for his match with Sandis Arlington...

And here comes Sandis, as "Last Beat Of Your Heart" by Mission U.K. begins playing! He's been out for a few weeks nursing a minor elbow injury sustained at the hands of Troy Black, but he's back now, and prepared to wrestle! The crowd cheers loudly as Sandis Arlington steps out of the backstage area, carrying a microphone... what's he going to say here? He looks around, as if looking for somebody, then turns to the backstage area.

S. Arlington: So, Troy... you've sent Desmond for me? Are you that desperate? I'd thought for a minute that you really were interested in discovering which of us truly is the greatest wrestler on earth... but I think that at No Quarter you already found that out. You gave it your best for an entire hour... and you couldn't beat me. I suppose you might take solace in the fact that I was unconscious in the final moments of that match... if you neglect the fact that it took you, your sister, Amy Lin, and the Grave Digger to reduce me to that state. Even before then, you stalled, you hesitated, you tried to run away, you tried to get yourself disqualified... anything to avoid the inevitable. Whether you want to face it or not, Troy... you already know that I'm better than you.

The crowd cheers loudly, but Rebecca Black just glares at him, then grabs a microphone herself.

R. Black: Would you please just shut up!? Everyone in VCW knows that Troy Black is the best wrestler in this company. You act like you WANT Troy to kick your overrated ass again!

S. Arlington: I want him to just try it. Anywhere, any time... I want to get back into the ring with Troy Black. He can only coast on his past accomplishments so long. He's beaten Strahd and Falcon and David Wright Hubbard... but who hasn't? If he wants to prove that he's still the best, he has to get through me... because I'm a better wrestler than Troy Black. Everybody knows that Troy Black was saved by a little luck and a lot of help from his lackeys at No Quarter, and if he wants to prove that's not true, all he has to do is give me one more match.

R. Black: Hold on... that's not how it works. Troy is the man, and to be the man... well, you know. And who the FUCK are you to talk about riding on past accomplishments? Aside from a few sleaze merchant indy belts that you won a few years back, that nobody cares about but you... what the hell have you EVER done except beat Strahd a few times!? Might I remind you... the reason you're here right now is because you choked on your one big break in SMCW. Why the hell should Troy even acknowledge your pitiful existance?

S. Arlington: Because I'm the man who went sixty minutes with him at No Quarter, who had him beaten before the Grave Digger showed up. Because I'm one of the few men in VCW that he's never beaten, and probably never will. Because I'm not afraid to say, in front of the entire world, that his father's an overrated, steroid-pumping second rate Tom Billington imitator with a pair of crippled knees, his mother's a pampered Eurotrash bimbo, his lover's the biggest locker room slut since Missy Hyatt, and his sister's an alcoholic slut who'll screw any man, woman, or child in existance for a hundred dollar bill, then give change back. And Troy Black himself... even at best, he's only the SECOND best wrestler in VCW... because at No Quarter, I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm the best.

Rebecca Black's eyes widen in shock as she steps back, and the crowd cheers loudly. Even Desmond seems a bit taken aback by that. She doesn't struggle for words for long, before stepping forward and screaming semi-coherently at him.

R. Black: Fuck you, Sandis!! You didn't prove anything!! You don't deserve to wrestle Troy Black again, and you're not GOING to wrestle Troy Black again, because WE make the rules here! Troy doesn't even need to--

Desmond suddenly puts a hand on Rebecca's shoulder, attempting to calm her, then grabs the microphone from her as she stares down the aisle at Sandis Arlington.

Desmond: I never got my hands on you in SMCW... but tonight, nobody's holding me back.You want to get to Troy... you're gonna have to go through me first.

A faint smile of amusement crosses Sandis Arlington's face as he stares at Desmond, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

S. Arlington: You, you talentless oaf!? ... Consider it done.

Sandis Arlington tosses aside the microphone, and he's running to the ring and sliding inside! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll get this match started right now!

Desmond
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Sandis Arlington

Desmond immediately rushes Sandis Arlington with a clothesline, but Sandis Arlington ducks, then pivots and nails Desmond with a superkick, taking him off of his feet! Desmond gets up, but Sandis Arlington gives him an inverted atomic drop to stun him, then backs up and nails him with a second superkick! This time, Desmond's not getting up so fast, but Sandis pulls him to his feet, then takes him down with a Russian legsweep!! Desmond's down, and Sandis Arlington's going up to the top turnbuckle... but Rebecca Black jumps up on the apron! She goes to shove him off, but Sandis kicks her in the face as she gets near, sending her back down to the floor, then leaps off... MOVING SHADOW!! He just hit the Moving Shadow on Desmond, and he covers and hooks the leg... and gets three!! Sandis Arlington cut Desmond down to size in short order!!

Sandis Arlington pinned Desmond with the Moving Shadow in 0:00:45.
Rating: 1/4*

Sandis Arlington just cut through Desmond like a buzzsaw, and now he's sliding out of the ring and heading for the backstage area, with the crowd cheering loudly behind him! Desmond was just destroyed, and Rebecca Black seems utterly disgusted as she looks into the ring at him. She's not even going in to help him up... she just gives him one last contemptful glare and walks off. Now, we're going to go backstage to Ziggy Adderloaf, who's with all three members of Hell's Bikers! Based on some rather unlikely circumstances, they'll be facing "Macho Man" Randy Savage and Stiff Competition in just a few moments! Let's hear it, Ziggy!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf, once again, has a rather unenviable task ahead of him, as Jack Norman, Butch Manson, and Crimson are all standing around him, in all their intimidating glory. He looks around to address them, then begins to speak.

Z. Adderloaf: Jack, Butch... your feud with Stiff Competition has been going on for quite some time now, so it's no surprise you're on opposite sides of this match with them tonight. But Crimson... after you Chokeslammed "Macho Man" Randy Savage and left him for the Wrecking Crew last week, he's going into this match not as your partner, but as your enemy.

Crimson: And I don't give a shit. Just you take one look at that bald-headed old buzzard, and I can promise you that I'll knock him on his ass any day of the week. Now, I know, he's a legendary wrestler and all that good crap... yeah, whatever. All I care about is that he's an old man who crossed me at the wrong time. He's gonna pay the price for that, too. And if fat-ass Bass Rogers and his little limey butt-buddy want to stand in my way, they'll be two more stops on the Homicide Road Tour. The local hospitals and funeral homes haven't been getting enough business lately... it's time for me to kick it into high gear again and show these people what I'm capable of.

Z. Adderloaf: There's no doubt that you're one of the most devestating forces VCW has ever seen. But now, Jack Norman... I have to ask you. Bass Rogers has challenged you to a Chain Match at Disaster Area, and we all want to know... do you plan to accept?

J. Norman: Damn right I do. Bass Rogers, you big fat bastard... I already kicked your ass in a tag team match, so let's square off and settle this one-on-one! We'll tie on a chain, and I'll beat your big ass one more time!!

B. Manson: Yeah, and there's just one more thing. That squirrelly little bastard, Dean Sanders, is supposed to be some kind of great wrestler... well, hell, I'll take him on in a plain old-fashioned wrestling match. I don't have a bunch of lock-ups and suplexes... what I've got are two big right hands, and the burning desire to use them upside his little bony head. Come on down to Disaster Area, and I'll take you out, motherfucker.

Z. Adderloaf: So... not only will Jack Norman face Bass Rogers in a chain match, but now Butch Manson has thrown down a challenge for a match with Dean Sanders at Disaster Area as well! Let's get to the ring now for that six man tag team match!

Hell's Bikers begin walking off of the scene as the camera fades out on the backstage area.

Back in the ring, the opponents are ready to make their entrance... "War Machine" by KISS is playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Stiff Competition, Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders, along with "Macho Man" Randy Savage! The crowd cheers, but this team doesn't seem to entirely trust one another. There's good reason for that, too... just last week, Randy Savage was an ally of Hell's Bikers, and an enemy of Stiff Competition... now he's their partner, in a match against Hell's Bikers! In spite of that, all three men have a lot of pent-up frustration evident in them as they come to the ring... they may end up working together just to stick it to their opponents tonight. They enter the ring, as the crowd continues to cheer, and await their opponents inside.

Now "Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and that brings out Hell's Bikers! The crowd boos as Crimson, Jack Norman, and Butch Manson step out of the backstage area, and begin walking to the ring together, all taking their time as they seem to size up their opponents... but now Jack Norman and Butch Manson are charging the ring! They slide inside and begin brawling with Stiff Competition, and Crimson jumps up on the apron, then steps in over the top rope and begins slugging it out with "Macho Man" Randy Savage! Bobcat McGavin's in the ring, calling for the bell, and that begins the match!

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman, Butch Manson, & Crimson)

vs.

Stiff Competition & "Macho Man" Randy Savage

After a minute or two of chaotic, disorganized brawling, the match settles into some more orderly brawling, as Bobcat McGavin enforces the tag rules. Bass Rogers and Crimson tend to stand out, using their superior size and power to wreak havoc while in the ring, and shrugging off most of the offense of their opponents. Still, both teams seem fairly balanced as the match rages on, with the advantage shifting fairly often. Eventually, Butch Manson goes for an ill-conceived moonsault on Bass Rogers, but Bass Rogers rolls out of the way and tags in Randy Savage! The tide of the match drastically goes in favor of Randy Savage and Stiff Competition as Randy Savage comes in and assaults Butch Manson viciously, going in for the kill. Crimson and Jack Norman come in, but Stiff Competition cuts them off, and Randy Savage leaves Butch Manson to assault Crimson.

Randy Savage and Dean Sanders manage to toss Crimson over the top rope, and Bass Rogers drops Jack Norman with a lariat, then does the same to Butch Manson. He pulls Butch Manson up and puts him in a standing headscissors, then drills him into the mat with a devestating power bomb, as Randy Savage goes up to the top turnbuckle. Crimson gets up on the outside, but Dean Sanders dives out onto him with a slingshot cross bodypress as Randy Savage comes off the top with the Flying Elbowdrop on Butch Manson! Bass Rogers catches Jack Norman coming in and gives him a massive belly-to-belly suplex, as Randy Savage covers Butch Manson for the three-count!!

Randy Savage and Stiff Competition defeated Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman, Butch Manson, and Crimson) when Savage pinned B. Manson with the Flying Elbowdrop in 0:14:34.
Rating: DUD

Stiff Competititon and Randy Savage have won this match! Jack Norman rolls out of the ring, and Crimson grabs Butch Manson by the ankle, then pulls him to the outside as well. They're regrouping on the outside... but as they do, Bass Rogers rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair, then comes back inside! The three members of Hell's Bikers turn to charge the ring... and they see Bass Rogers waiting for them, holding a chair! Crimson charges anyway, and jumps up on the apron... and Bass Rogers nails him in the head with a vicious blow from the chair, sending him spilling back down to the floor! Jack Norman and Butch Manson quickly help Crimson up, then restrain him from charging again, finally talking him into retreating backstage with them! Randy Savage and Stiff Competition remain in the ring, standing tall, and the crowd's cheering them on!

Up next, we have our main event... but first, we understand that we have a camera backstage with David Wright Hubbard as he prepares for our main event six man tag team match! Let's go to that footage now...

Backstage...

David Wright Hubbard is shown backstage with Melissa DelArmeggio, with an icepack on his knee as he tapes his wrists, then rolls his neck and shoulders, loosening up for battle.

M. DelArmeggio: Thanks again for helping me out back there.

D.W. Hubbard: Don't go thanking me for that. It was what I had to do. Brujah and that little tramp he runs around with... they're nothing but trouble, and when they started going after you, I had to step in and whip their asses. It's just like Troy Black, Lorenzo, and that fat bastard Tony Garcia... they all have a lot to answer for, in my book, and they're not leaving that ring until I have my satisfaction.

M. DelArmeggio: Well... all the same I'm glad you did.

D.W. Hubbard: They're not the only ones, either. Falcon... you saw how he caused me to lose the title on Sunday. I still owe him for that. And the Grave Digger... that big son of a bitch is walking around with MY title. I'm telling you, I've still got it in for the Black Plague, but I've got half a mind to take up and settle things with Falcon and the Grave Digger after the match. I oughtta lay out both those assholes as soon as the match is...

As David Wright Hubbard was talking, Falcon and the Grave Digger entered the room behind him. Melissa DelArmeggio points for him to look behind him, and David Wright Hubbard trails off as he turns to face Falcon and the Grave Digger. He gets up from his chair and steps back a few steps, his eyes widening in surprise as Falcon and the Grave Digger both glare at him, having heard his last several words.

Falcon: Hey... we just came by to see if you're ready to go to the match. Nice to know you're already thinking about us.

The Grave Digger steps forward, with the VCW World Title slung over his shoulder, looking down at David Wright Hubbard with a suspicious glare.

G. Digger: If we're gonna have problems tonight... I'll solve them for you right now. Do you have any problems you want to bring up with me?

D.W. Hubbard: No, not really. I don't reckon I do. We're not gonna have any problems at all.

G. Digger: Are you SURE about that?

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, I'm sure. We don't need to go fighting among each other. That'd be stupid, now. Come on, let's all be a team and get along. That's what we've gotta do, right?

G. Digger: ... All right.

The Grave Digger continues to eye David Wright Hubbard warily, as David Wright Hubbard fidgets and shifts his weight uneasily, but finally turns to leave.

Falcon: Yeah, sure. Let's head out... the match is ready to start any time.

D.W. Hubbard: What about that Erica girl you always run around with? Where's she?

Falcon: I'm not bringing her out there tonight. It's too dangerous, with Rebecca and Amy at ringside, looking for any advantage they can get. Remember what happened to Stacey?

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, I guess. Get on along. I'll meet you in a few seconds.

The Grave Digger and Falcon turn and leave the room, as Melissa DelArmeggio raises an eyebrow at David Wright Hubbard.

M. DelArmeggio: You're actually trying to get along with your tag team partners tonight? Just ow bad IS your knee feeling today?

D.W. Hubbard: Well... it ain't that. ... I just didn't want to start a fight, because I know you don't like it. I'd take those two on and still have enough left for all three of the Black Plague single-handedly... but I know you don't like it when I beat up on people who are on my team. That's why I did it. Because I didn't want to make you unhappy.

Melissa DelArmeggio doesn't seem entirely sure, but finally she shrugs, letting it drop.

D.W. Hubbard: So let's go. Are you coming?

M. DelArmeggio: Think I should come along? I'm not sure... I'm still hurt, and Rebecca and Amy might try something.

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, exactly. They might try something. You should be there to keep them from messing in the match and getting us three hurt. Erica's not gonna be there, and we need someone watching out for us on the outside.

M. DelArmeggio: Well... okay.

D.W. Hubbard: Good. We need to stick together. You know... you're the only one in this whole damn company I can trust. Everyone else is looking for where to stick the knife, but you... I can trust you.

M. DelArmeggio: ... I guess. Let's get going.

Melissa DelArmeggio and David Wright Hubbard leave the backstage room, as the camera fades out.

We're back in the ring area, and we're ready to get going with the main event match! "Favorite Things" by Incubus begins playing as the arena lights are replaced by dim silver-blue lights, and the crowd boos deafeningly as Troy Black, Tony Garcia, and "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez come out of the backstage area, accompanied by Rebecca Black and Amy Lin. If anything, these are the elite forces of the Black Plague, making it their mission to go after three of the Black Plague's biggest opponents tonight. Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez also have other issues in the forefront of their minds, but they seem ready to take care of business tonight as they step into the ring and each pose for the crowd, drawing an even louder chorus of boos from the fans. Troy Black kisses Amy Lin in the middle of the ring, prompting a large chant of "SLUT!" from the crowd, then steps back as the lights return to normal, awaiting the entrance of their opponents.

Now "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot just hit the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers! Falcon, David Wright Hubbard, and the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, all come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Melissa DelArmeggio. They make their way to the ring slowly, sizing up the opposition, as David Wright Hubbard continues to favor his right knee. Now they're climbing inside, on the opposite side of the Black Plague... and it looks like they're ready to start this match! Linda Peterson calls for the bell, and our main event begins now!!

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

vs.

Falcon, David Wright Hubbard, & Grave Digger
w/Melissa DelArmeggio

Falcon starts out against Lorenzo Vasquez, and the two men hook up in a few wrestling exchanges, with Falcon generally coming out ahead each time. Lorenzo Vasquez seems frustrated, but goes in for another lockup... then catches Falcon with an eye gouge! He laughs with gleeful pride at his own ingenuity, then puts on a headlock and tags in Tony Garcia, who begins roughing Falcon up with a series of blows, then whips him into the ropes... but Falcon reverses, ducks a clothesline, and takes Tony Garcia down with a dropkick when he comes off! Tony Garcia gets up and charges into a second dropkick, then gets up again and takes a third dropkick! After that one, he rolls out of the ring, cursing and muttering, trying to regroup, but Falcon runs at him and dives out onto him with a tope! Falcon takes Tony Garcia head-first into the ringpost, then does likewise with the apron before rolling him in and tagging David Wright Hubbard!

David Wright Hubbard quickly comes in with a lot of aggression, attacking Tony Garcia with a lot of pent-up frustration lingering from their recent VCW World Title feud. Tony Garcia is reeling from David Wright Hubbard's offense, until he manages to duck a running lariat. David Wright Hubbard turns around after the missed lariat, and walks right into a single-leg takedown into a kneebar!! David Wright Hubbard quickly scrambles to the ropes, and Linda Peterson orders Tony Garcia to break the hold. Tony Garcia gets up, daring David Wright Hubbard to get up and come in for more... but David Wright Hubbard quickly scoots back to his corner instead and tags in the Grave Digger!

The Grave Digger and Tony Garcia meet with a staredown in the middle of the ring, then lock up... and Tony Garcia immediately gets an armwringer out of it! He holds the Grave Digger's arm out at the side, and hammers the upper arm repeatedly with elbowsmashes. The Grave Digger twists out of it and goes for a lariat, but Tony Garcia ducks! The Grave Digger turns around and charges, but Tony Garcia brings him down with a hiptoss, then flows into a cross armbreaker and demands that Linda Peterson ask for the submission! The Grave Digger quickly makes it to the ropes, but Tony Garcia stays on his arm, focusing on it with his offense, and this may be a sound strategy. He couldn't keep him up for the Torture Rack, but if he can weaken the Grave Digger's arm, he can use any number of ground-based submissions to his advantage!

Tony Garcia continues to work over the Grave Digger, but the Grave Digger retaliates, with powerful offensive moves of his own, turning the tides as he manhandles Tony Garcia as few, if any men have ever done before. The Grave Digger takes control and tags in Falcon, who goes on the attack, but after a few minutes Tony Garcia catches Falcon coming in on an attempted cross bodypress and powerslams him, covering for a two and a half count, then tags in Troy Black. Troy Black takes control of Falcon for a few minutes, going to work on his back with a viciousness brought on by lingering spite and hatred, but after a few minutes Falcon flips out behind Troy Black on a suplex attempt, then counters with a belly-to-back suplex of his own. He goes to his corner... and David Wright Hubbard declines the tag, so Falcon tags in the Grave Digger!

The Grave Digger comes in and immediately begins brutalizing Troy Black, beating him mercilessly. Tony Garcia comes in, and the Grave Digger drops him with a massive lariat, causing him to roll out of the ring to regroup. Lorenzo Vasquez charges as well, but the Grave Digger absorbs a few blows from him, then lifts him and pitches him out of the ring onto Tony Garcia on the outside! The Grave Digger turns back to Troy Black... right into a low blow!! Linda Peterson missed that, but the Grave Digger's now doubled over... and Troy Black hooks him... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! The Grave Digger's down, and the crowd boos as Troy Black begins going to the top turnbuckle... but the Grave Digger sits up like a zombie, to a huge burst of cheers from the crowd!!

The Grave Digger gets to his feet as Troy Black gets up to the top, staring in disbelief as he gets a taste of the feeling his opponents must have when he sits up like that... and he grabs Troy Black on the top turnbuckle! Troy Black starts shaking his head, begging the Grave Digger not to throw him... but the Grave Digger does anyway, hurling him three-quarters of the way to the other corner of the ring!! Troy Black gets up, stunned by the blow... and the Grave Digger whips him into the ropes, then takes him down with the Grave Yard Slam! The crowd cheers... TROY SITS UP!! Troy Black just sat up from the Grave Yard Slam... only to be grabbed by the throat by the Grave Digger! The Grave Digger lifts him... CHOKESLAM!!

Lorenzo Vasquez jumps up on the apron behind the Grave Digger... but Falcon runs in and nails him with a superkick, sending him back down to the floor! And now the Grave Digger's drawing his thumb across his throat, and he lifts Troy Black upside down... BURIAL!! The Grave Digger just hit the Burial on Troy Black, and he's covering him... but at two and three-quarters, Tony Garcia reaches in from the outside and pulls the Grave Digger out! The Grave Digger takes a swing at Tony Garcia, but Tony blocks it, nails him with a knee to the gut, then takes the Grave Digger head-first into the steel ringpost, knocking him down! He rolls the Grave Digger back into the ring, then tags himself in and helps Troy out.

Tony Garcia takes control of the Grave Digger now, working over his right arm savagely, frequently trading off with Lorenzo Vasquez, who adds his own submission expertise in spite of a bit of obvious hesitance to get in the ring with the Grave Digger. Troy Black starts to shake off the effects of the abuse he's taken before long, and he also comes in, attacking the Grave Digger's arm with the same sadistic focus he had for Sandis Arlington's arm. Finally, Lorenzo Vasquez catches the Grave Digger in the middle of the ring with an armbar takedown, then puts on the Barcelona Armbar!! The crowd boos, and starts getting behind the Grave Digger as he struggles to reach for the ropes. All of this abuse has taken its toll, even on him, but he's still large and powerful, and he's using his great strength to drag himself to the ropes, in spite of Lorenzo Vasquez's best attempts to wring a submission out of him! Finally, he makes it to the ropes!

Lorenzo Vasquez glares at the Grave Digger and curses at him, then pulls him up and drags him into the middle of the ring again by the hair. He goes for a single-arm DDT this time... but the Grave Digger counters with a backdrop!! Lorenzo Vasquez goes high into the air, then crashes back-first to the mat, flopping and convulsing from the impact, but he still forces himself to get up... but the Grave Digger grabs him by the throat when he turns around... CHOKESLAM!! The Grave Digger chokeslammed Lorenzo Vasquez... but he did it with his bad arm, and now he's down on one knee, grimacing in pain as he clutches his arm! He suffered some consequences from that chokeslam as well... but clarity flashes into his bright green eyes again, as he stands up and staggers to his corner, then tags in David Wright Hubbard!

Lorenzo Vasquez drags himself to his corner and manages to tag in Tony Garcia, but David Wright Hubbard only seems happier for that, aggressively tearing into Tony Garcia to finish what he started before. Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez, both battered and weary, try to come in to help, but end up on the receiving end of punishment from the Grave Digger and Falcon, as David Wright Hubbard continues his assault on Tony Garcia! After a few power moves, he hits him with a lariat, then goes for a cover, but only gets two and three-quarters! Moreover, while Linda Peterson's attention was diverted, Amy Lin just handed a chair to Troy Black, and he nails the Grave Digger in the arm with it!!

Linda Peterson goes to question Amy Lin as she turns around... but now Rebecca Black has Tony Garcia's wooden axe handle, and she slides into the ring, coming from behind and nailing David Wright Hubbard in the knee with it as he goes for a power bomb! He slumps forward, unable to lift Tony Garcia, and Tony Garcia counters with a backdrop... but on the outside, Melissa DelArmeggio has seen enough, and she pulls Rebecca Black out of the ring by the ankle! Melissa DelArmeggio begins unloading on Rebecca Black with a series of right hand punches... but Amy Lin claims the discarded wooden axe handle, comes from behind Melissa, and draws it back... AND BREAKS IT OVER THE BACK OF HER HEAD!! Melissa DelArmeggio goes down in an unconscious heap, and Amy Lin stands over her, smiling triumphantly!

David Wright Hubbard's down in the ring, as Tony Garcia drops a few elbows into his knee... and on the outside, Troy Black's still keeping the Grave Digger isolated and occupied... but Falcon just took Lorenzo Vasquez down to a heap on the floor by taking him head-first into the steel ringpost! Tony Garcia rips off David Wright Hubbard's kneebrace, and tosses it out of the ring, then puts on a kneebar... and on the outside, Amy Lin just turned Melissa DelArmeggio over, and she rips off her eyepatch, then stands over her, raising half of the broken, splintered wooden axe handle in preparation to drive it into her eye! Come on, don't do it... this is gonna be sick... and Falcon looks back and forth between David Wright Hubbard and Melissa, then runs and tackles Amy Lin to the floor! But on the inside of the ring, David Wright Hubbard's caught in a kneebar, and he's struggling... and he taps out!! Tony Garcia just made David Wright Hubbard tap out again!!

The Black Plague (Troy Black, Tony Garcia, and Lorenzo Vasquez) defeated Falcon, David Wright Hubbard, and The Grave Digger when Garcia made D.W. Hubbard submit to a kneebar in 0:26:42.
Rating: ***

Tony Garcia releases the kneebar, holding his hands high in victory... but on the outside, Falcon has Amy Lin by the shoulders, shaking her as he yells "WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!?" at her, loud enough to be picked up even without a microphone. Amy Lin just spits in his face, then laughs... AND FALCON NAILS HER!! Falcon just floored Amy Lin with a right hand to the side of the head, and the crowd explodes into cheers... but Tony Garcia slides out of the ring, and begins attacking Falcon!

David Wright Hubbard's down in the ring, and Lorenzo Vasquez is still down on the outside... but Troy Black's still going at it with the Grave Digger, and Tony Garcia's brawling with Falcon! The ring area's filled with chaos... but now Brujah's charging out of the backstage area! He grabs a chair and comes from behind the Grave Digger, then nails him in the back of the head with it! The Grave Digger's staggered, and Brujah continues nailing him repeatedly with stiff chairshots like a man possessed, finally knocking him off his feet after the chair's bent and warped! David Wright Hubbard starts to try to stand up on the inside... but Brujah slides into the ring, then begins assaulting him as well!

The chaos is continuing in the ring area, and seems likely to continue even further as Lorenzo Vasquez and the Grave Digger both begin to get back to their feet... but Troy Black has taken advantage of Brujah's presence to help Amy Lin up and slip away! Troy Black and Amy Lin are backing up the ramp, taking an early leave from the giant brawl in the ring area... but someone just stepped out of the backstage entrance behind them!! SANDIS!! Sandis Arlington just came from behind Troy Black and Amy Lin, and he has a chair! Troy Black turns around... right into a chairshot from Sandis Arlington!! He goes down, and Amy Lin backs up, eyes wide with fright as she stares at Sandis Arlington, who's standing over the fallen body of Troy Black with a chair!! The crowd's cheering loudly for Sandis, and the brawl's still raging on and on in the ring, but we're out of time! That's it for tonight!! We'll be back next week!!

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