Monday Night Wrestling 05/07/01 (VCW 119)
Hello, VCW fans, and welcome again as we bring you another night of wild VCW action, live from the Miami Arena in Florida! We're thirteen days away from Disaster Area, and we should have one hell of a show tonight! Johnny Smiles puts the VCW Intercontinental Title on the line, one-on-one, against "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez!! The Ontario Colour Show and Sandis Arlington will be teaming up to face Brujah, Desmond, and Troy Black!! And in the main event, Tony Garcia and Crimson join forces for a big tag team match against "Macho Man" Randy Savage and the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger! We've got all that and more lined up tonight... but there are a few cameras backstage we need to go to now! Let's see what's going on!
Backstage...
Falcon steps in through the arena doors, accompanied by Lady Erica Whitmore, evidently just arriving at the arena. He begins walking, but doesn't get very far before David Wright Hubbard rushes onto the scene, grabs him, and shoves him up against a wall.
D.W. Hubbard: Listen, boy... I want some answers about what happened last week, and I want them now. I saw the tape, and you didn't come in the ring to help me last week. I was all set to be a team player... but it seems to me like your teamwork skills were lacking. What the hell's up with that!?
Falcon: You mean when Tony Garcia had you in the kneebar? Maybe you didn't see it, but Amy was about to attack Melissa on the outside. I had to help her.
D.W. Hubbard: I saw that just fine. But Tony Garcia WAS attacking me, and there's no "about to" to it. And I was your partner in the match.
Falcon: What did you want me to do!? Amy was gonna gouge Melissa in the eye with a broken axe handle!
D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, and Tony Garcia was about to fold my damn knee backwards. And I was your partner in that match... you should have been in that ring, getting me out of that hold!
Falcon: Look, first of all... get your big sweaty hands off of me before I knock you out.
Falcon grabs David Wright Hubbard's hands and pries them loose of his shirt, then shoves him back.
Falcon: And second of all... me and Melissa used to be a team... me and you, we just kicked each other's asses a few dozen times one year. No offense, cowboy, but if I have a choice of helping Melissa or you... I'm gonna help her out, and you can go to hell.
David Wright Hubbard's eyes widen, and he stops to turn away, running a hand down his face, then turns back to Falcon with a menacing glare.
D.W. Hubbard: Well, then how about I just whip your ass!? You ever had your ass whipped over something like this!?
Falcon puts up his fists and steps forward without hesitating, ready to fight David Wright Hubbard.
Falcon: You want to fight!? Let's take care of this. Come on!
David Wright Hubbard quickly backpedals, putting his hands up defensively and shaking his head.
D.W. Hubbard: No, come on... I didn't mean it like that. Look at me... I'm a hurt man. I've got a bad leg. I can't fight you, because I'm hurt. Let's just drop it right now, and when I'm good and healthy... THEN we can settle this. Right now... I don't want to fight you.
Falcon stares at David Wright Hubbard oddly, then shrugs.
Falcon: Fine. We don't need to be fighting each other anyway.
Falcon turns to continue heading down the hall, along with Lady Erica Whitmore, but David Wright Hubbard looks around, then spots a steel pipe wrench among some supplies for the ring crew, and picks it up with a crafty smile, then begins walking towards Falcon again.
D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, but... about not wanting to fight... I think I changed my mind.
Falcon turns around, and David Wright Hubbard nails him in the forehead with the wrench. Falcon goes down to the floor, busted open, and David Wright Hubbard crouches on top of him, then starts raining right hands down on his bloodied face, assaulting him viciously.
D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, how about that!? Do you like getting your ass beat!? Is this what you wanted!? Huh? You want to fight a man with a hurt leg!? Is that what you want!? How do you like me now, you son of a bitch!?
L.E. Whitmore: Come on, you're crazy! Get off of him! Stop hitting him!!
Lady Erica Whitmore steps forward and grabs David Wright Hubbard's hair, trying to pull him off of Falcon, but David Wright Hubbard gives her a massive backhand that sends her sprawling to the floor, then begins assaulting Falcon with more punches to the face. As he does, Melissa DelArmeggio runs up on the scene (not wearing an eyepatch, this week), then grabs his shoulders and begins trying to pull him off as well.
M. DelArmeggio: What's going on here!? Come on, get off of him!!
David Wright Hubbard finally steps off of Falcon, surveying his work with satisfaction, but Melissa doesn't seem too happy about the scene she came upon. Erica kneels at Falcon's side, checking on him, as Melissa turns to David Wright Hubbard.
M. DelArmeggio: What was that all about!?
D.W. Hubbard: He had some things to answer for from last week. He had--
Lady Erica Whitmore opens her mouth to speak, but David Wright Hubbard turns to her, not even letting her get a word in.
D.W. Hubbard: What? You think you got something to say!? Because I don't think you do. Get his carcass out of here, and don't show yourself around me, or I'll call my wife on over here to whip your ass too.
M. DelArmeggio: Wait... what's the problem here, anyway!?
D.W. Hubbard: It's just like I told you earlier. I can't trust a single damn person in this company except for you. The reason I just laid that man out is because he showed me I couldn't trust him either. Everyone thinks they're gonna come get some of me just because I've got a hurt leg... no, sir. That won't happen.
David Wright Hubbard bends down and grabs the steel wrench.
D.W. Hubbard: I think I'll take this with me. I'm heading for the locker room.
David Wright Hubbard walks off of the scene, leaving Melissa, Erica, and the fallen body of Falcon.
M. DelArmeggio: I'll wait here and watch him. You go and get somebody to help...
Lady Erica Whitmore nods, then goes running down the hall as the camera fades out on the backstage scene...
Elsewhere, Backstage...
... and into another backstage scene, where James Applebee is in the middle of a conversation with Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, the VCW World Tag Team Champions.
J. Applebee: What I wanted to tell you was that, since you have this open challenge to anyone who wants to go for your titles, and John Uldwall threw down a challenge last week, I'm going to sign you two to defend the titles against the Wrecking Crew, tonight.
Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon exchange a worried glance and immediately step forward to protest.
J. Idol: No... look. John Uldwall's just TOO pathetic to deserve a title shot. He lost to that former NCXCW loser, Dave Adams, last week! He's just OBVIOUSLY not in our league. I mean, we want some opponents with at least a LITTLE credibility... like maybe the Heavy Metal Express, or the New Immortals. Or at least the Middle-Aged Outlaws. John Uldwall can't even beat Dave Adams!
R. Solomon: Yeah. We want somebody who's a cut above the NCXCW rejects. These are the VCW World Tag Team Titles we're talking about here... show a little respect to the heritage of the belts, would you?
J. Applebee: So... let me get this straight. Your criteria for determining if your challengers are qualified is whether or not they can beat Dave Adams.
J. Idol: Well... sure. I mean... he's a former NCXCW nobody, just like those idiots Julian was talking about. That's reasonable.
J. Applebee: What about Russel Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja? You gave them a title shot. Think they can beat Dave Adams?
R. Solomon: Um... well, yeah. Of course they could.
J. Applebee: We'll find out, then. I'll make that match... Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja against "Doctor" Dave Adams. I'll even make it a handicap match. And if they win, you guys don't have to defend the titles. If they lose, though... then you'll be defending the titles against the Wrecking Crew right here, tonight!
J. Idol: Well... okay. We'll just see. Maybe they'll surprise you.
J. Applebee: Yeah... we'll see.
Rob Solomon and Jacob Idol walk away, as the camera fades out on this backstage scene as well.
We've seen a lot in those past two segments, but there's no time to reflect on it just yet... we're going to go straight into our first match of the evening! "Eye Of The Tiger" by Survivor begins playing, and the crowd gives a lukewarm round of annoyed boos as Hunk Higgins comes out of the backstage area, along with Jesse Smark, and even moreso than usual, he's a sorry sight. Both of his knees are sporting huge kneebraces, and he's walking with crutches... and on top of that, his ribs are heavily taped. Even with the crutches, he seems to be laboring to make it to the ring and climb inside. Without even going through any of the usual posing, he grabs a microphone... uh-oh.
H. Higgins: Well, ya know somethin', Hunkamaniacs... I've been hanging and banging in doctor's offices all across the nation, trying to get cleared to wrestle, and they're all spreading lies like the cowards that they are, brother. They're telling the whole world that I'm washed up, that the Hunkster's falling apart... and that's just a load of crap, Jack. Don't listen to the naysayers, to all the little Johnny-come-lately Hunkamaniacs who have their doubts about the training, the saying your prayers, and eating your vitamins... Hunkamania's still the strongest force in the universe, and when I get in the... when I get in the... in the... the ring...
Hunk Higgins, out of breath, holds the microphone aside and begins gasping for air, clutching at his taped ribs. This HAS to be a new record... he's blown up, during his pre-match promo! He takes a few moments to catch his breath, as the crowd boos, then raises the microphone again.
H. Higgins: So now that I'm here, now that the title's on the line, I'm ready to call out Amy Lin and show her who the man is, and where the power lies. So brothers, what'cha gonna do when Hunkamania, the forty-two inch ANACONDAS, and the strongest force in the universe RUNS WILD ON YOU!?!?
Hunk Higgins barely gets those last words out before dropping to his knees, gasping heavily again. Jesse Smark's motioning to the back... and a medic's coming out with an oxygen tank with a mask hooked up to it! He slides into the ring with the oxygen tank and the mask, then puts the mask over Hunk Higgins's face and opens the valve, as Hunk Higgins starts breathing in oxygen. This is even more pathetic than normal... and "You Oughtta Know" by Alanis Morissette is playing over the arena sound system now, and that brings out Amy Lin, accompanied by Rebecca Black! The crowd continues to boo, and Rebecca and Amy just look into the ring with amused, pitying stares before making their way to the ring. Hunk Higgins is finally standing up and breathing normally again... and now Linda Peterson's in the ring, calling for the bell to begin our first match!
Amy Lin
w/Rebecca Black
vs.
Hunk Higgins
w/Jesse Smark & Medic
Hunk Higgins hobbles at Amy Lin with his two bad knees, determined to give this his best effort, but Amy Lin just stays out of his way and destroys him with martial-arts kicks. Hunk Higgins is too slow and crippled by his knee injuries to effectively retaliate, and in short order Amy Lin doubles him over with a kick to the groin, then gives him a double arm DDT! Hunk Higgins immediately goes limp on the mat, with only his arms vaguely twitching, and Amy Lin stops to look down at him strangely. Linda Peterson stops to check on him, then immediately calls for the bell.
Amy Lin
defeated Hunk Higgins when the referee stopped the match in
0:00:51.
Rating: DUD
Hunk Higgins is down, and the medic at ringside quickly begins calling for help from the back. In short order, almost as if they were expecting something of this nature, a team of medics comes to the ring, wheeling a stretcher along with them. They put Hunk Higgins in a neckbrace and load him onto the stretcher, then begin wheeling him back through the backstage entrance, as Jesse Smark follows at his side.
Amy Lin looks like she's ready to leave the ring... but now "Favorite Things" by Incubus is playing over the arena sound system, and the lights were just replaced by dim silvery-blue lights... and here comes Troy Black! Rebecca Black and Amy Lin seem pleasantly surprised by this sudden appearance... but if even they don't know why he's out here, what could this be about? Troy Black comes to the ring, with the crowd's boos growing in volume to the point where they nearly shake the rafters, and he climbs inside. Once in the ring, he kisses Amy Lin on the cheek, then calls for a microphone, using one hand to raise the microphone to speak while putting the other arm around Amy Lin's waist. What does he have to say? We may not find out right away, because the crowd's booing so loudly that Troy Black hesitates, glaring around at them.
T. Black: Think what you want... when was the last time YOUR girlfriend crippled somebody?
The crowd continues to boo as Troy Black turns and smiles at Amy Lin, and a chant of "SLUT!" breaks out in the crowd. Troy Black pauses for a little while, waiting for the crowd to settle down, then raises the microphone.
T. Black: You know, after getting hit in the back of the head with a chair a few times, there's one thing keeping me from focusing on enjoying Amy's company. That one thing is Sandis Arlington. He wanted a chance to prove that he could beat me, and I gave it to him, even though he didn't deserve it. And he couldn't beat me. He can make any excuses he wants to make, but anybody looking at the bare facts when it's all said and done will see one thing. Sandis Arlington was unconscious, in the middle of the ring, at the end of the match.
Troy Black pauses, and the crowd boos loudly. That's true... but it's also true that the official finish of that match was a time-limit draw, and that Troy Black had a little outside interference working on his behalf that night, and the fans here definitely remember that.
T. Black: That's not enough for Sandis Arlington. He has the nerve to want a second match on pay-per-view against me. But with all due respect to Sandis Arlington... and honestly, that's not very much... he deserves this match even less than he deserved the first one. And the sad thing is that there are other people who want a match with Troy Black on pay-per-view, more reckless fools who'll risk their life and physical well-being for the sake of pride, envy, ambition, or foolish revenge, or even just for the honor of being carried to the greatest match of their careers by the greatest wrestler in the world. Sandis can take a number and go to the back of the line.
But there is one more encounter between the two of us in our future... and that's right here, tonight. I'm signed with Brujah and Desmond to face Sandis Arlington and the Ontario Colour Show. As far as I'm concerned, there will be no need for a rematch... I'll prove to everyone, right here, tonight, just who the better man is. I'll give a demonstration of what happens when you come into VCW, the company built on the money drawn in from my five-star pay-per-view matches, and call yourself the best wrestler in the world. As much as it may crush your ego, Sandis, you're not number one... you're just one on the list of my victims. And you've hidden yourself from that truth long enough. Tonight I'm gonna shove it right in your face.
"Favorite Things" by Incubus begins playing, and Amy Lin and Rebecca Black follow Troy Black as he drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, with the crowd's boos echoing behind him. Everyone but Troy Black seems to want another match between Sandis Arlington and Troy Black on pay-per-view. Does Troy Black really think that Sandis Arlington's beneath him, or is he worried that maybe Sandis Arlington really is the better wrestler? It's not very often that Troy Black seems this eager to duck a confrontation... he may be worried about what could happen in a rematch!
But now we're ready for our next match. Some cheesy, generic eighties music is playing, and that brings forth the team of Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja. They'll be facing "Doctor" Dave Adams in a handicap match tonight, under the provision that unless they defeat Dave Adams, the Wrecking Crew will get a shot at the VCW World Tag Team Titles. That's a bit of an odd stipulation... but at the same time, it's a bit of a foregone conclusion that Dave Adams will emerge with the victory here, despite the two-on-one odds. They enter the ring, to the complete disinterest of the crowd, and prepare for their match...
And "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS starts playing next, bringing forth "Doctor" Dave Adams, along with Nurse Vivacia. He doesn't seem at all worried about his opponents tonight... but then, he probably shouldn't be. He walks to the ring, with the crowd giving him a mild round of boos, then climbs inside and grabs a microphone.
D. Adams: Tonight, one of my opponents is the Super Giant Ninja, another one of these mask-wearing misfits. Ninja, it's like I said to Salvaje Demonio... I'd like to thank you for wearing that mask and sparing us the sight of your ugly face... but please make sure it stays on at all times.
Dave Adams exchanges a snicker with Nurse Vivacia, but Russel Taylor grabs a microphone and steps forward angrily. The crowd groans... listening to just Dave Adams talk was bad enough!
R. Taylor: You should show some respect for people who are different than you. That's no way to be talking... the Super Giant Ninja is a good man, except for when he attacks me for no reason!
D. Adams: Yeah, sure. I really don't feel like dealing with you tonight, too... so I tell you what. I'm giving you a chance to step backstage with Nurse Vivacia and step into a private room so she can pour chocolate syrup on her nipples and let you lick it off while I take out the Ninja singlehandedly.
Nurse Vivacia steps forward, smiling lewdly at Russel Taylor, but he backs away, raising his hands in protest.
R. Taylor: No! That kind of irresponsible sexual behavior has no place in the life of an honest, clean-living man like me, or like any of these great fans in the crowd tonight!
The crowd boos loudly... it appears that many of them, in the same situation, would not be making the choice Russel Taylor just made. Dave Adams nods and shrugs.
D. Adams: Then maybe I've got another option for you. Come here...
Dave Adams quickly doubles Russel Taylor over with a kick to the midsection, then gives him a DDT, actually getting a portion of the crowd's cheers for it! The Super Giant Ninja charges and begins to clumsily retaliate as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match.
"Doctor" Dave
Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia
vs.
Russel "The Muscle" Taylor & Super Giant Ninja
Dave Adams fares pretty well for himself, thanks in part to the fact that Russel Taylor's down and out after that DDT. As he prepares to finish off the Super Giant Ninja as well, the Hammer of the Gods, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, come running out of the backstage area! It doesn't take a genius to figure out why they're here... they're going to cost Dave Adams the match, so they don't have to face the Wrecking Crew! But the Wrecking Crew comes running out behind them, and cuts them off, starting a huge brawl on the ramp and preventing them from making it to the ring! As the brawl continues, someone else runs out of the backstage area... Salvaje Demonio!! Salvaje Demonio runs to the ring, carrying a chair, and slides inside, then nails Dave Adams with it as he gets up from giving the Super Giant Ninja a DDT!! Bobcat McGavin sees that and immediately disqualifies Russel Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja!
Handicap-Match:
Dave Adams defeated Russel Taylor and The Super Giant Ninja via
disqualification in 0:01:28.
Rating: -*
Dave Adams is down in the ring, and the crowd's cheering... not only did Salvaje Demonio give Dave Adams a well-deserved whack from the chair, he also ensured that the Wrecking Crew will get a shot at the VCW World Tag Team Titles tonight! But the Wrecking Crew doesn't seem willing to wait... they're still assaulting the Hammer of the Gods on the outside! That brawl's continuing on the outside... but meanwhile, Nurse Vivacia slips into the ring with a chair, coming up behind Salvaje Demonio! She begins sneaking up on him... and he turns and sees it!
Salvaje Demonio grabs the chair out of her hands, then lifts her up across one shoulder while using his free arm to set up the chair... and he sits down on the chair, then eases Nurse Vivacia down onto his lap and puts his arms around her! She slaps him and pulls away suddenly, but he keeps a hold on her short, white skirt, and it comes off in his hands, revealing a scanty pair of white panties on Nurse Vivacia! The crowd cheers, and she screams in outrage, then slides to the outside, grabs Dave Adams, and pulls him out of the ring, as Salvaje Demonio looks at the skirt and tries to put it on, but finding it to be much too small, he pitches it out of the ring into the crowd, where a tug-of-war begins over it.
Finally, the chaos dies down. The H.A.R.P. Squad comes out to pull apart the brawl between the Wrecking Crew and the Hammer of the Gods, while Nurse Vivacia helps Dave Adams to the back, and Russel Taylor and the Super Giant Ninja both start getting up to leave as well, as does Salvaje Demonio. That was one heck of a chaotic scene... but right now, let's go backstage to Falcon.
Backstage...
Falcon is sitting in a backstage dressing room with Melissa DelArmeggio and Lady Erica Whitmore, holding a bag of ice to his bandaged forehead.
Falcon: I hope this isn't another concussion. Maybe it's just a really bad headache. I shouldn't have turned my back on him...
M. DelArmeggio: I'll go talk to him later. I don't know what he's thinking these days.
L.E. Whitmore: I'm going to the catering room. Anybody want anything?
Falcon: Yeah... the usual.
L.E. Whitmore: Are you sure that's what you need, in your condition?
Falcon: Yeah, see... a concussion is caused by swelling of the brain. If I drink enough to kill all the parts of the brain that are swelling, no concussion.
L.E. Whitmore: You know, you're not supposed to drink that stuff on asprin...
Falcon: You're not supposed to mouth off to big, smelly, musclebound cowboys who could hit a home run swinging a steel wrench, either. It's a little late for that kind of thinking.
L.E. Whitmore: If you say so. Want anything, Melissa?
M. DelArmeggio: I wouldn't mind a cold bottle of water, if it's no trouble.
Falcon: Lightweight.
M. DelArmeggio: First of all, I won't be twenty-one for another month or two, and they put hidden cameras all over these locker rooms. Second of all... I want to have a clear head if I have to break up a few brawls between a drunk with his brains scrambled and a maniac with a few screws loose. Water will be fine.
Lady Erica Whitmore nods and leaves the room, as Falcon turns to Melissa with a grin.
Falcon: You know me too well. But just don't break up the brawls, if you're worried about that. You have to admit, he has it coming to him.
M. DelArmeggio: Maybe, if you really have to. But he's not a bad guy. I think he's just feeling a little insecure after losing the title. ... Not that that excuses him for what he does.
Falcon: Where have I heard that before!? How did it go? He's not a bad guy... just a little secretive and unreliable. Besides, look at the animalistic torment in those bright green eyes, and the way his body snaps like a tightly-coiled spring, sending him gliding through the air like a bird of prey whenever he leaps into the air...
Melissa DelArmeggio manages a weak smile as she elbows Falcon on the ribs.
M. DelArmeggio: I can think of better ways to keep yourself amused. Just go into the men's room and close the door first.
Falcon just turns to Melissa with a grin on his face.
Falcon: Only if you're coming along to help.
M. DelArmeggio: Falcon...
Falcon: Sorry.
M. DelArmeggio: It's all right. You're not such a bad guy yourself, for a drunk who puts his foot in his mouth every time he opens it.
Falcon: Well... if I can remember what it was, I was making a point somehow. Oh, yeah. Just like Troy, you have to think about David Wright Hubbard... people don't change that drastically. He'll always be a high-strung violent redneck, just like Troy will always be an untrustworthy scumbag.
M. DelArmeggio: And you'll always be an impulsive drunk? I don't know. Maybe people don't change, but you have to put up with their flaws sometimes.
Falcon: Sometimes. But look at Troy. Do you want to put up with THAT!? And Dave... it's not like he shoplifted a Snickers bar from the checkout line or threw rocks at the squirrels in the park. He hit me in the head with a fucking WRENCH. That's not okay. I'm all about putting up with someone's flaws... but personally, I can't put up with getting hit in the head with a wrench, okay!? Look, I know I've got my own problems, but... I'm sort of like a dog. I may be stupid, but I'm loyal to the people who take care of me. That's the reason he's pissed off at me, because I helped you instead of him.
M. DelArmeggio: I probably would have told you to go help him too. I'm a little worried about him, the way he's been acting--
Falcon: Go help him. So you're actually gonna get on my back about saving YOU instead of him, after all he's done to me, after what he said about wanting to finish me off out there too that night.
M. DelArmeggio: No, I just meant that... I mean, I'm glad you saved me, but if I had to choose--
Falcon: So this guy starts plotting behind my back, then hits me in the head with a pipe wrench tonight, and you're STILL telling me you think I should have let Amy gouge a piece of broken wood through your eye just to save him. The fact that you put such a high regard on this asshole's well-being, even after he hits me with a wrench... it kind of lets me know where I stand, you know?
M. DelArmeggio: No! It's not that you're... he's not... I just... let me explain. I--
Falcon: No, let ME explain something to you. Just so you can get an idea where I'm coming from here, clear from the beginning, when VCW was just starting. I come into this company and meet you, and you're in a little over your head, and I help you out a few times, and you helps me. We're friends now. We like each other. Then I stand back and watch you get with Troy Black, even though he leaves you to get KILLED against Tony Garcia, and I try to tell you it's not gonna turn out well, but I don't stop you or try to control your life or anything, even though I'm completely crazy about you and hate to see this happening. After he plays nice guy for a year or two, he turns around and dumps you for some cheap bimbo, then assaults you on national TV, and I drag my already-crippled carcass into a Street Fight with the motherfucker to get my ass kicked for half an hour, because I'm just that mad at what he did to you. And for all that, I get ignored, beat up, and labeled as some obsessed punk who's just trying to get laid.
THEN... part two of our exciting saga. You team up with this redneck psycho, and I still stay back and let you do what you will, since I know you can think for yourself... but I get booked in a match as his tag team partner against my will, and in that match, given a choice between saving the girl of my dreams or the man who spent a few months trying to end my career, I save the girl. For THAT, I get hit in the head with a steel wrench, and apparently that's okay, because I should have saved him instead. I knew you'd say that, Melissa. Your first loyalty is to all the assholes who don't give a damn about whether you live or die, and your second loyalty is to yourself... and I think I know where I stand. But that's all right... I'd do the same thing if I had it to do over again. You're not the only one who puts someone who doesn't give a damn about you above yourself.
Melissa goes pale, and her eyes widen as she stares at Falcon for a second, her mouth open slightly as she looks for something to say.
M. DelArmeggio: Falcon, I didn't mean to sound--
Falcon: Yeah, I know you didn't mean to say it, intentionally. It just came naturally. Like I said, I think I know where I am on your list of priorities.
Melissa tries to talk again, but still seems lost for words. She stands up, not even able to hold eye contact with Falcon.
M. DelArmeggio: I... I have to go.
Melissa turns and bolts from the room, jostling Lady Erica Whitmore as she enters with a case of beer and a bottle of water. Erica stares after Melissa, then looks back to Falcon.
L.E. Whitmore: What was that all about?
Falcon: I'll tell you later. We're getting out of here.
L.E. Whitmore: Well... all right. Shall I bring the drinks?
Falcon: Not unless you want them. I'm gonna pick up something stronger on the way back to the hotel. I think I'm gonna need it.
Falcon gets up and leaves the locker room, and Lady Erica Whitmore stares after him, then turns to follow him out as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
Falcon's leaving the building after that emotionally charged scene, and it's probably a good thing, given his physical condition and the mental state of David Wright Hubbard, who could strike again at any moment. But now... hold it, "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin just started playing, and that brings out Julian Page, as the crowd gives him a huge round of boos! Julian Page just smiles and tosses his hair back, then walks to the ring, climbs inside, and grabs a microphone. He looks around at the crowd with a crafty smile full of ill intent, as he begins to speak.
J. Page: A few weeks ago, I was unjustly robbed of my shot at the VCW Intercontinental Title again, by one of the most pathetic specimens ever to emerge from the cesspool known as NCXCW. There have already been far too many allusions to that breeding ground for talentless wrestlers tonight, and I'm very sorry to trouble you with another one, but I believe that perhaps I need to demonstrate exactly what I mean. So, regrettably, I give you my opponent in tonight's match... Jeremy "The Paperboy" Tellier!!
"Jeremy" by Pearl Jam begins playing over the arena sound system, and a young man with a slender physique and an earnest smile on his face rides a bicycle out of the backstage entrance. This would be Jeremy "The Paperboy" Tellier. A bag full of newspapers is slung over his shoulder, and with his small stature, blond hair, pale skin, and freckled, beardless face, he could probably pass for a twelve-year-old boy. He rides the bicycle to the ring and steps off, revealing that he's only about five and a half feet tall, in addition to being rail-thin. The crowd boos slightly as he climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone, then begins waving a newspaper around for the crowd to see.
J. Tellier: Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Today's headline, Jeremy Tellier to compete on VCW television! Read all about it!!
J. Page: I think I want to buy one. How much do you charge for them?
J. Tellier: Just one shiny quarter, sir!
J. Page: Oh, good. Here you go.
Julian Page reaches into his bootlaces and pulls a quarter out of them... evidently he had this planned out from the beginning. He hands the quarter to Jeremy Tellier, whose eyes light up with eager delight.
J. Tellier: Golly, thanks, Mister Page! You sure are a swell guy!
J. Page: Yeah... I do what I can.
Jeremy Tellier hands the newspaper to Julian Page... and Julian Page rolls up the newspaper, and swats Jeremy across the face with it!! Jeremy goes sprawling to the mat, and Jerry Rogers enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!
Julian Page
vs.
Jeremy "The Paperboy" Tellier
Jeremy Tellier gets NO offense in as Julian Page just brutalizes him, though he does bump and oversell wildly every time Julian Page connects with him. Chops and jabs that would get no-sold by Crimson or Tony Garcia send Jeremy Tellier flying backwards or sprawling to the mat, and a leg lariat from Julian Page gets a wild, spinning overself, as Jeremy Tellier nearly lands on his head, then flops over onto his stomach. Julian Page hits Jeremy Tellier with the DDT, and his body goes straight as an arrow on impact as he pops up in the air like he was just cooked in a toaster, then lands on the back of his head on the mat, not moving. Julian Page goes for the cover, but pulls him up at two, earning an warning from Jerry Rogers... then he puts him in a standing headscissors, hooks his arms, and gives him a double underhook faceslam. Jeremy Tellier's clinically dead now, and Julian Page puts one pinky over his chest to cover him for the three-count.
Julian
Page pinned Jeremy Tellier after a double underhook faceslam in
0:01:27.
Rating: 3/4*
Julian Page raises his hands in celebration as though that victory actually meant something, but Russel "The Muscle" Taylor would have put up more of a fight than that. Jeremy Tellier's probably about five and a half feet tall, and one hundred and forty pounds, and he was just utterly dominated by Julian Page without any hope. Julian Page is grabbing a microphone now... what's he going to say about THIS!?
J. Page: Tonight... you all just witnessed an epic battle between Julian Page and one of the top stars of NCXCW. Tonight, in the middle of this ring... I took on the best that NCXCW has, and I emerged with the victory. And if there's one thing we can learn from this match... it's that NCXCW SUCKS!!
The crowd boos, and Julian Page tosses aside the microphone, then begins making his way backstage. This wasn't exactly one of the top performers in NCXCW... in fact, Jeremy Tellier's one of the bottom performers there. Still, Julian Page has come away with the victory tonight, and hopefully he's settled this ridiculous grudge against NCXCW tonight. Meanwhile, some people are out to drag Jeremy Tellier's destroyed carcass out of the ring, and it's a good thing... what a sad and pathetic sight that was.
We're going to go ahead into our next match... "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison's playing, and that brings out Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, the Heavy Metal Express, to a loud burst of cheers from the crowd. They run to the ring and slide inside, then begin headbanging and playing air guitar in the middle of the ring. They're set to take on Rex Richards and an unannounced partner tonight, but they certainly don't seem worried about that right now... they're too busy goofing off. One can't deny, however, that they have the advantage in terms of wrestling skill and agility against Rex Richards...
And now "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye begins playing, and that brings forth "Double R" Rex Richards! He's accompanied, as usual, by Minako, Sophie, and Komachi, but no sign of a tag team partner is there as he comes to the ring. When he steps inside, the three women help him peel off his robe, then begin performing the usual martial-arts display around him as he kneels and flexes his muscles, bathed in a flashing red and gold spotlight. The posing dies down, and Rex Richards hands his sunglasses to Minako, then grabs a microphone. Maybe he's going to announce who his partner is?
R. Richards: At Disaster Area... I've got Johnny Smiles one-on-one for the VCW Intercontinental Title. But tonight, Johnny... I'm gonna beat up your two worthless friends here in a tag team match. And my tag team partner... is the most dangerous woman on the face of the planet, Komachi!!
The crowd boos as Komachi unleashes a flurry of punches and kicks into the air, then goes into a karate stance, as if daring Marty Jannetty or Lars Coverdale to come at her. Komachi's the tag team partner of Rex Richards tonight, and Brendan Powers is in the ring, calling for the bell... we've got a match!
Heavy Metal Express
vs.
"Double R" Rex
Richards & Komachi
w/Sophie & Minako
Double R starts the match off for his team, assaulting the Heavy Metal Express with aggressive brawling tactics... which prove to be rather ineffective. Rex Richards is quickly outwrestled and taken down, then hit with a flurry of tandem offense from Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale. Rex Richards retaliates with power moves and brawling when he can, but the Heavy Metal Express continues to do well for themselves until Sophie trips Marty Jannetty on the outside, causing him to stumble forward into a kick to the groin from Rex Richards. Rex Richards tags in Komachi, and the two of them begin working over Marty Jannetty for a few minutes. Several times, he counters a move and heads for the corner to try to make the hot tag, but each time Rex Richards or Komachi is able to cut him off.
Finally, Rex Richards draws his thumb across his throat and goes for a Death Valley Driver, but Marty Jannetty squirms out behind him, gives him a knee to the gut to double him over, then nails him with a Rocker Dropper! Neither man's too quick to get up after that, and both begin heading for their corners to make a tag. Lars Coverdale is anxiously waiting to get a tag from Marty Jannetty... but Minako comes up from behind him, and pinches his butt! Lars Coverdale whirls around, and Minako reaches up and strokes his crotch! The crowd boos, but Lars Coverdale jumps down from the apron, smiling excitedly, then grabs Minako and kisses her! She leaps up into his arms, and... Lars Coverdale's leaving!! He's taking a walk on the match, carrying Minako backstage! Marty Jannetty gets to his corner, and there's nobody to tag... and Rex Richards tags in Komachi!!
Marty Jannetty turns around, as Rex Richards charges at him... and he takes Rex Richards down with a dropkick, but gets knocked back into the corner by a lariat from Komachi when he stands. She unloads on him with shots in the corner, then lets him stagger out into a kneelift to the gut from Rex Richards. Rex Richards puts on a full nelson, and Komachi steps back, measuring Marty Jannetty... URAKEN!! Komachi just knocked the taste out of his mouth, and he collapses as Rex Richards releases the full nelson. Komachi puts on a standing headscissors, then screams violently and lifts... POWER BOMB!! Komachi just power bombed Marty Jannetty, and she covers him for the three count!
Rex
Richards and Komachi defeated the Heavy Metal Express when
Komachi pinned Jannetty after a power bomb in 0:08:20.
Rating: 1/2*
Lars Coverdale's backstage with Minako, and Marty Jannetty's laid out on the mat, as Komachi and Rex Richards celebrate their victory. Sophie enters the ring, jumping around and cheering excitedly, and tries to engulf both of them in a group hug, but Komachi shoves her aside, then hugs Rex Richards herself. Once again, Sophie seems to grow depressed and pouty, but they're heading backstage together, and a victory is a victory for Rex Richards and Komachi. As for the Heavy Metal Express... they've never been the smartest wrestlers in this company, and judging by tonight, that still holds true.
Our next match pits Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers, and Chris Champlain, against Stiff Competition and Ken Collins in a six-man tag team match... but first, we understand there's a few backstage segments we're going to go to. Let's do that now...
Backstage...
David Wright Hubbard is shown sitting backstage in a locker room, stretching and preparing, and putting an ice pack on his knee between stretches. Melissa DelArmeggio walks into the room, and sits down, staring off into the floor with a blank look on her face, as David Wright Hubbard turns to her. She seems a little shaken after her earlier talk with Falcon.
D.W. Hubbard: Hey, listen... I heard what that son of a bitch said to you, and I've gotta tell you, I'm--
M. DelArmeggio: I know. You're not as selfish as he makes you out to be, and you really do care about me. You don't need to tell me.
D.W. Hubbard: Well, I damn sure better not need to tell you that. I'm not selfish. I'm not a damn BIT selfish. And care about you... it goes beyond that. You're the only person in this whole damn company I can TRUST. I know I don't need to tell you that... but what I do need to tell you is that I heard what he was saying, and he's got no call to go talking to you like that. And since I'm an unselfish kind of guy who cares about your well-being, I'm not gonna let him talk like that. He's got an open contract, and I signed up for a match at Disaster Area... and I'm gonna whip that man's ass for you.
Melissa DelArmeggio immediately looks up at David Wright Hubbard, clearly unpleasantly surprised by this news.
M. DelArmeggio: Did you really?
D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, I did it. Now, he went and left the arena, and I've got a match with Tim Bell tonight, so I can't get my hands on him just yet... but at Disaster Area, I'm gonna make that stupid little punk sorry he said any of that.
M. DelArmeggio: You really shouldn't have done that.
D.W. Hubbard: Don't worry about it. So I've got a hurt knee, and I probably shouldn't have taken the match in my condition... but I'm not gonna put my own welfare above doing the right thing by you.
M. DelArmeggio: No, I mean you REALLY shouldn't have done that. I don't want you to hurt him. Maybe he's mad at me, but he's mad at me, he's still my friend... and besides, maybe he was right about some of the things he's said.
D.W. Hubbard: What the hell are you saying, he was right?
M. DelArmeggio: I haven't really--
D.W. Hubbard: So now he's right, calling me a stupid redneck, calling me a big, smelly, musclebound cowboy, saying I'm selfish, telling you all these little lies. Maybe you don't care what he says about you, but I do... and I care what he says about ME, too. I'm a proud man, and I don't take that kind of crap from some punk. And I'm getting ready to go in there and fight him with a bad knee, and you're worried about HIM getting hurt!? Look at me. I can barely walk. You walk in there and he hits on you and treats you like shit, and then I go to whip his ass for it on a bad leg and you're worried about HIM!?
M. DelArmeggio: No, I just... I mean he was right about me, right about how I haven't been there for--
D.W. Hubbard: So here I go, putting my own health in jeopardy for your sake, and you get worried about me kicking his ass. After all those times I ran into the ring and got my ass whipped helping you out, you take that asshole's side like some kind of ingrate and couldn't give a damn about me, when likely as not he could end my career by working over my knee!? Listen to me, you ungrateful bitch... I do NOT appreciate that one bit.
M. DelArmeggio: But--
D.W. Hubbard: Shut your damn mouth. I don't want to hear it. Move your ass on over to the door and get the hell out of my dressing room before I do something I might just regret.
Melissa DelArmeggio stares at David Wright Hubbard for a second longer, then rushes out the door, with David Wright Hubbard staring angrily after her, mumbling to himself.
D.W. Hubbard: Worried about him, here I am, half crippled... what the hell's going on around here?
The camera fades out on this backstage scene...
Elsewhere, Backstage...
... and into another scene, where Rex Richards and Sophie are sitting backstage in a locker room area, adjacent to the showers. A set of clothing has been laid out on a bench in the room, and Komachi's leotard comes flying out through the open hall of the showers, landing on the floor. Sophie stares at it briefly, then pokes it, before turning to Rex Richards.
Sophie: So, Rex... you just won a great match out there. Anything you wanna do now? Maybe celebrate with a girl you really like?
R. Richards: Yeah, actually I think I will. And since Minako's still off with that Lars idiot, I'm gonna go get me something to drink, then catch Komachi when she comes out of the shower. You go ahead and tell her to wait here for me, okay?
Sophie seems disappointed at that news, but Rex Richards stands up and leaves the room. She sulks for a few moments, but then an evil smile spreads across her face as she looks around, to make sure she's alone in the room.
Sophie: Okay... this is it. Time for the secret weapon... let's see here...
Sophie starts digging through her travel bag, and finally pulls out a small cylinder in the shape of a spice bottle. She looks at the label on it, reading it to herself in a whisper...
Sophie: Fast-acting, maximum-strength itching powder... yeah, this'll ruin her plans for the evening. I'm just so smart...
Laughing to herself, Sophie opens the bottle of itching powder, then goes over to the clothes that were set out and applies it liberally to her panties. She snickers to herself again, then tiptoes back over to her old spot, puts the itching powder back in her travel bag, then sits there, whistling innocently. A few moments later, Komachi's arm reaches around the side of the door to grab a towel, then Komachi steps out, wearing the towel around her body, a few seconds after that.
Sophie: Hi, Komachi! Did you have a fun shower!?
Komachi just stares at Sophie strangely, then turns back to her clothes, preparing to dress.
Sophie: So anyway... I hear Rex wants to get together with you in a few minutes. And I also heard about this one other Japanese wrestler, Takako Inoue or something, who bleaches her pubic hair. Is Rex into that? Is that your secret, why he likes you so much? You can tell me...
Komachi gives Sophie another strange stare, even more shocked and disturbed than the first, then evidently decides that it's a waste of time to say anything to her and turns back to her clothes.
Sophie: Aha! THAT's your secret! I know it! Gimme that towel!!
Sophie gets up and lunges for Komachi's towel, but Komachi stops her in her tracks by glaring menacingly at her and raising a fist threateningly, which causes Sophie to quickly backpedal into the corner of the room.
Komachi: No! Go away, you stupid perverted bitch! Stop looking at me!
Komachi turns back to put on her clothes again, and notices Sophie still staring at her. She glares at Sophie again, then steps into her panties and pulls them on underneath the towel, preventing Sophie (and the camera) from seeing anything... but a smile spreads across Sophie's face anyway. Seemingly misunderstanding the nature of the smile, Komachi directs another angry, disturbed stare at Sophie, then turns her back when she finally decides to drop the towel and put on her bra, once again obstructing any forbidden view. Dressed in her underwear, she now puts on her sweatpants and T-shirt, then sits down and begins combing her hair, as Rex Richards enters the room.
R. Richards: Did you know these goddamn vending machines want a whole dollar now!? It's all right... I beat on the damn thing until a whole bunch of cans came spilling out, but still... that's a disgrace!
Sophie's face lights up with excitement at that news.
Sophie: A whole bunch of soda pop just came out of the machines!? Whoo-hoo! Which machine!? Where!? I need to... oh, but wait, I gotta stay around here. I think something interesting could happen.
Rex Richards doesn't seem to care much about Sophie, moving straight ahead to see Komachi.
R. Richards: So, Komachi... you were pretty good out there, with your...
As Rex Richards talks, an uncomfortable look crosses Komachi's face, and she reaches down the front of her sweatpants, and starts scratching herself furiously. Rex Richards trails off in surprise, as Sophie sits in the corner, trying to repress a fit of giggles. After the initial shock, Rex Richards steps forward, smiling.
R. Richards: Damn, girl, you could at least wait for me! Hold on, I'm coming... I'll help you with that!
Komachi: No... I'm not... doing... THAT...
R. Richards: You mean you're not masturbating? So, what, you're not scratching yourself, right? I mean, it ain't like you'd have some kind of disgusting yeast infection or horrible STD where you'd have that kind of itching... ... right!?
Komachi's eyes quickly widen and she shakes her head "no".
Komachi: No. I mean... but... okay... yes, I was masturbating. All done now, though. Have to go. Bye.
Komachi quickly gets up and darts out of the room, flinging the exit door open wide as she leaves. As Rex Richards and Sophie stare after Komachi, a woman wearing only a ninja's mask and hood and a towel sneaks out of the showers, then slips through the exit door on the opposite end of the room undetected by either of them. After another second or two of staring after Komachi, Rex Richards turns to Sophie with an incredulous look on his face.
R. Richards: What the bright blazing HELL was that all about!?
Sophie: I don't know... maybe she has a bad case of the herpes. But that'll clear up in a few days... or, um... well, so I'm told anyway.
R. Richards: That was just crazy... she even forgot her shoes!
Sophie looks down at Komachi's shoes and smiles.
Sophie: Cool! Can I have them!?
R. Richards: No. ... But I ain't NEVER seen anything like that. I don't know what got into her!
Sophie: Yeah, but I know what I want to get into ME. We're all alone in here, Rex. I'll make you SOOOO happy...
R. Richards: Yeah, I guess you're the only one left, aren't you? Come here.
Sophie steps forward and embraces Rex Richards, hugging him excitedly and running her hands across his back... but then the door opens, and Nurse Vivacia steps in, looking around cautiously.
N. Vivacia: Um... sorry to interrupt, but I saw Komachi come running out of here... is everything okay?
R. Richards: I don't know... but hey, what're you doing right now?
N. Vivacia: Nothing special. Why?
R. Richards: Wanna have sex in the showers?
N. Vivacia: Sure.
Sophie: What!? No, what about me!? Come on, Rex, it's not fair!
Rex Richards pushes Sophie away, then grabs Nurse Vivacia and hugs her, then begins peeling her blouse off. Sophie sits down with a depressed whine, then sighs and slides her own hand down the front of her pants and begins playing with herself. Rex Richards turns back and sees that, and glares at Sophie.
Sophie: What? You didn't get mad at Komachi when SHE did it a second ago...
R. Richards: Sophie, get the hell out of here!! Can't you see I'm in the middle of something private!?
Sophie: Yeah, well so am I! Why don't YOU get out of here, you big meanie!?
Rex Richards steps away from Nurse Vivacia, raising a hand in the air threateningly as he steps towards Sophie.
R. Richards: I said get the hell OUT before I slap the taste outta your mouth!!
Sophie's eyes widen, and she squeals in fright and quickly darts out the door. Rex Richards turns back to Nurse Vivacia.
R. Richards: FINALLY. Now, where were we?
Rex Richards and Nurse Vivacia begin kissing, and Rex Richards continues to undo Nurse Vivacia's blouse as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
We've just learned a lot from those two segments. Evidently, David Wright Hubbard is now signed to go one-on-one with Falcon at Disaster Area, against the wishes of Melissa DelArmeggio, who's not seeing eye-to-eye with either man right now. David Wright Hubbard's also signed to face Tim Bell later on tonight, in what could be a huge opportunity for Tim Bell to prove himself on the main-event level. On the other note, we've also seen now that the animosity between Rex Richards's valets is growing to ridiculous levels... because, without a doubt, that last scene was simply ridiculous.
We're going to get on to our next match now... and "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC is playing, as Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers come out of the backstage entrance, along with Chris Champlain, prompting a large-sized round of boos from the crowd. They begin walking to the ring, their faces grim and menacing as they prepare for the upcoming fight... but Chris Champlain sprints ahead of his partners, and slides into the ring! He climbs to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, throwing back his long, black, hooded robe as he looks to the ceiling and laughs to himself. Jack and Butch enter the ring behind him, and turn to await the entrance of their opponents...
And now "War Machine" by KISS is playing, and that brings out Stiff Competition and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins! They step out of the backstage entrance to the cheers of the crowd, and Bass Rogers immediately bellows out a battle cry and begins charging the ring, and Ken Collins and Dean Sanders follow behind him! They slide inside, and begin brawling with their opponents immediately, as Linda Peterson calls for the bell to begin the match!
Stiff Competition & "The California Crippler" Ken Collins
vs.
Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson) & Chris Champlain
The first few minutes of this match are pretty much a chaotic brawl, with participants brawling in the ring and at ringside pretty much randomly as Linda Peterson makes futile attempts to restore order. Finally, Ken Collins and Chris Champlain are left alone in the ring together, and Ken Collins begins viciously attacking Chris Champlain, taking him down and beating the hell out of him, then going after his right ankle with a series of kicks and stomps. He injured that ankle at Wrestlewar III, and Ken Collins is trying to exploit that injury now! But Hell's Bikers and Stiff Competition are finally seperated, and they move to their proper spots on the apron, enabling Chris Champlain to make a tag after catching Ken Collins with a low blow.
Ken Collins also makes a tag, and Hell's Bikers and Stiff Competition renew their old rivalry, attacking one another with vigor, trading the advantage fairly often. In addition to the usual brawling and power moves from the two big men, Butch Manson even goes for a technical wrestling exchange or two against Dean Sanders, displaying a little more ability in that area than one would expect, but still coming up short against the masterful skills of his opponent. Neither team can firmly gain control of the match for a few minutes, but when Bass Rogers misses an avalanche in the corner, Butch Manson is able to take him down with a neckbreaker, then bring in Jack Norman to continue the offense. Jack, Butch, and Chris Champlain manage to isolate Bass Rogers in their half of the ring, trying to wear him down with submission moves and rest holds, smartly trying to tire him out rather than to hurt him.
Bass Rogers is under attack for several minutes, but when he makes it to the ropes after being trapped in an STF by Chris Champlain, Champlain decides to switch tactics and goes up to the top turnbuckle, coming off to nail Bass Rogers with a moonsault bodyblock... but Bass Rogers catches him, then runs him back-first into a turnbuckle, turns, and brings him down in the middle of the ring with an Oklahoma Stampede!! He doesn't go for the cover, though... he goes to his corner and tags in Ken Collins! Ken Collins quickly comes in and goes on the offensive against Chris Champlain, fighting off Jack Norman and Butch Manson as they come in as well. Stiff Competition comes in to even up the odds, and soon Jack Norman and Butch Manson and Stiff Competition are all brawling on the outside.
Inside the ring, Ken Collins continues to attack Chris Champlain. He goes in for the kill with a tiger suplex, but Chris Champlain snaps his head back to headbutt him in the nose, breaking his grip, then slips behind into his own waistlock... but Ken Collins catches him with a back elbow, then reaches between his own legs, grabbing Chris Champlain's right foot, and does a forward roll, flipping Chris Champlain over onto his belly and coming up behind him, holding his foot in an ankle lock submission!! Chris Champlain struggles frantically in the ankle lock, trying to reach the ropes, and desperately claws his way towards them... but Ken Collins just drags him back into the middle of the ring, then reapplies the ankle lock! Chris Champlain may be forced to give up... but on the outside, Jack Norman just grabbed a chain from underneath the ring and laid Dean Sanders out with it! He slides into the ring with the chain... and he nails Ken Collins with it!! Linda Peterson immediately calls for the bell!
Ken
Collins and Stiff Competition defeated Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman
and Butch Manson) and Chris Champlain when K. Collins defeated C.
Champlain via disqualification in 0:11:02.
Rating: *
Ken Collins is laid out, and Jack Norman's standing over him, surveying his work with a dangerous grin... but behind him, on the outside, Bass Rogers just dropped Butch Manson, and he grabs a chair! Bass Rogers slides into the ring, and Jack Norman turns around, just in time to get a chairshot from Bass Rogers!! He staggers back a few steps, then roars mightily, as if daring Bass Rogers to hit him again... and Bass Rogers obliges, bashing him over the head again! Jack Norman falls back against the ropes, and Bass Rogers takes a running start and nails him with a third chairshot that knocks him out over the top rope to the floor!
Chris Champlain rolls out of the ring, joining Jack Norman and Butch Manson as they retreat backstage... when Bass Rogers has a chair in his hands, nobody in VCW wants anything to do with him! Even Dean Sanders and Ken Collins seem reluctant to approach him as he stares around wildly with the chair in his hands! He seems to calm down momentarily, and now he's heading backstage with his teammates. They got the better of their opponents tonight, but all six of these men will collide in various matches at Disaster Area.
"Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing next, and the crowd boos loudly as Lance Errington comes from the backstage entrance and makes his way to the ring. It seems likely that he'll face Tim Bell at Disaster Area, but tonight, he has a VCW Intercontinental Title shot against Johnny Smiles. Let's also not forget that Lance Errington was the man who defeated Johnny Smiles for the VCW Intercontinental Title during his previous reign... he's done it before, and he could do it again. Lance Errington enters the ring and grabs a microphone, then stares around at the booing crowd with contempt.
L. Errington: It's time for a history lesson. Maybe some of you know that, in the early days of VCW... apart from Falcon, there was nobody I hated more than Johnny Smiles. In fact... at the first Big Fight, I defeated him for the VCW Intercontinental Title. But now times have changed... we've both been betrayed by the women we loved, and been kicked at and knocked down by people who don't want us to succeed, people who would prefer to see us wallow in mediocrity and failure. I suppose I should feel a kindred spirit towards him, or a sense of respect... but I don't. Ignorance is bliss, and he's the happiest man in VCW... and he has something I want. Tonight, I'll defy all of the people like you, who want to see me stay in the gutter, starting with claiming the VCW Intercontinental Title. And after I win... if Tim Bell still wants to fight, I'll put the title on the line against him, any time he wants to put his physical well-being on the line against me.
The crowd boos... and now they're cheering as "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing, and the VCW Intercontinental Champion, Johnny Smiles, steps out of the backstage area, wearing the VCW Intercontinental Title and holding a microphone. He stops at the top of the ramp, looking at Lance Errington, then looking around at the crowd, which is cheering in anticipation.
J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!
The crowd cheers loudly.
J. Smiles: You have a keen eye for historical detail, Lance, and you're right. You really DID beat me for the VCW InterJohnnynental Title a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. But while we're looking back that far, we might as well bring up the name of the man who you lost that title to... the man who was just beaten senseless by a woman earlier in the evening... "The Heartbreak Dude" Marty Jannetty!!
L. Errington: Yeah, maybe. It's no secret that I've lost to an abundance of pathetic nobodies. But that's neither here nor there. When have you ever beaten me, Johnny? What gives you even the vaguest idea that you can hold onto that title against me tonight?
J. Smiles: You know, in Star Wars... Yoda said that you don't try. You either do, or you do not. Now, that doesn't really apply to this match, but it inspires me. Actually, just having the VCW InterJohnnynental Title... that also inspires me. And when there's an arena full of Johnnycoholics waiting to see me beat you tonight just like Marty Jannetty did over two years ago, cheering me on...
The crowd, as if on cue, starts a loud "JOHNNY!" chant, and Johnny trails off, pointing out to them, then looking to Lance Errington as if to say "See what I mean?"
J. Smiles: You asked what gives me the vaguest idea that I can beat you? Well, when I'm inspired like this... I start feeling like a superhero, like I'm capable of anything. So I don't have a vague idea that I can beat you... I KNOW for a FACT that I'm gonna get in that ring, beat you just like Marty Jannetty did, and stand tall and proud after defending the VCW InterJohnnynental Title, with the Johnnycoholics celebrating all throughout the world! Positive thinking is a powerful thing, Lance... it's not as powerful as anti-tank guns or hand grenades, but it's still powerful. Yoda also said that the battle is won or lost in the mind of the warriors... no, wait, I think that was some Japanese guy. Anyway, whether it's you, Rex Richards, Crimson, Lorenzo Vasquez, or anyone else who wants the VCW InterJohnnynental Title, I've just got one little redundant thing to say... you can't have my title unless you can take it from me.
Johnny Smiles tosses aside the microphone, then jogs to the ring and slides inside... and Lance Errington catches him on the way in, kicking and stomping at him before he even gets up! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, calling for the bell, and this match is beginning now!
For the VCW Intercontinental Title:
Johnny Smiles (c)
vs.
Lance Errington
As the match starts out, neither man emerges with much of an advantage. They know each other fairly well, and are both competent brawlers, though Lance Errington seems to have something of an advantage in the technical wrestling department. Johnny Smiles tries to match technical wrestling ability with him, and actually fares a little bit better than one would expect, though he seems a little bit awkward in several exchanges. Lance Errington tries to attack Johnny's right knee, perhaps to set up the Scorpion Deathlock or cripple Johnny's superkick, but he's unable to maintain the advantage long enough to do any serious damage in any given opportunity, as Johnny comes back with plenty of unfocused, but enthusiastic, offense. Several minutes in, after failing to gain the definitive advantage in a multitude of other ways, Lance Errington resorts to a low blow, drawing several boos from the crowd and a warning from Bobcat McGavin.
Ignoring both the crowd and the referee, Lance Errington takes control, viciously working over Johnny's knee for a few minutes, this time causing some damage. He even goes to the outside and puts on a figure-four leglock around the ringpost, taking full advantage of Bobcat McGavin's count and warnings before finally letting go. Back in the ring, Lance Errington seems to sense blood, and goes in for the kill, taking Johnny down with an Ace Crusher and covering him, but he only gets three-quarters! Lance Errington doesn't seem surprised, though... he just grabs Johnny Smiles's legs and steps through, going for the Scorpion Deathlock, but Johnny kicks him backwards into the corner! Lance Errington staggers out, then angrily pulls Johnny up and goes for a DDT, but Johnny counters that with a belly-to-belly suplex!
Both men get up, and Lance Errington throws a punch, but Johnny blocks it, then retaliates with several of his own! Johnny goes on an offensive tear (unfortunately seemingly oblivious to the fact that his right knee was worked over for several minutes prior to this), taking Lance Errington down repeatedly to the delight of the crowd. After a Russian legsweep and a swinging neckbreaker, Johnny Smiles puts Lance Errington on the top turnbuckle, and brings him down with a big superplex... but that only gets two and three-quarters! Lance Errington begins to pull himself up, but Johnny Smiles takes aim, then grazes him with a superkick, but still knocks him off his feet! Whether the near miss on the superkick was due to the hereto-unacknowledged condition of his leg or just inaccuracy isn't clear, but now Johnny's pulling Lance up in a fireman's carry... SMILEDRIVER!! That's it! Johnny Smiles covers and hooks a leg... but Lance Errington gets the other foot on the ropes at the last possible second!
The crowd moans, certain that Johnny Smiles had the match won... but he's pulling Lance Errington up and going for it again! But this time, Lance Errington slips out behind him, and Johnny turns around, into a kneelift to the gut! Lance Errington puts him in a standing headscissors, pausing briefly to shake off some cobwebs, then lifts him and drills him to the mat in a power bomb... but he grabs his legs on impact, then immediately steps through for the Scorpion Deathlock!! But Johnny grabs him and pulls him down... small package! AND IT GETS THREE!! Johnny wins!!
Johnny
Smiles pinned Lance Errington after a small package in 0:13:07.
Rating: 3/4*
(Johnny Smiles retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)
Johnny Smiles rolls out of the ring, with the crowd cheering loudly, and reclaims the VCW Intercontinental Title. It seems like he may have been having an off-day today in terms of performance... but he was effective in retaining the VCW Intercontinental Title, and in the eyes of many of his supporters, that may be all that matters. He's making his way up the ramp to the backstage area, as Lance Errington argues with Bobcat McGavin in the ring... but Rex Richards rushes out of the backstage area, carrying a chair... and he nails Johnny Smiles from behind with the chair, getting a huge round of boos from the crowd!! Rex Richards just laid Johnny Smiles out on the top of the ramp, and he points down at him and laughs, then picks up the VCW Intercontinental Title, points to it, then points to himself before dropping the title back down on Johnny's fallen body and leaving.
Lance Errington's leaving the ring, and some people are coming out to check on Johnny... but right now, let's go backstage, with Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, as they prepare to defend the VCW World Tag Team Titles in our next match!
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, and Jasmina Chastity. None of them seem to be too worried, despite the fact that they'll be facing the Wrecking Crew in a few short moments.
Z. Adderloaf: I'm backstage with--
J. Chastity: Hey, Ziggy... I'll take this interview. Don't worry about it.
Z. Adderloaf: So... wait. What do I do, then?
J. Chastity: Well, that's a tough one. Let me think...
Jasmina Chastity seems to ponder for a second, looking at Ziggy Adderloaf intently, then smiling as if she has an idea.
J. Chastity: I know, Ziggy... why don't you go fuck yourself? Not like anyone else is gonna do it for you.
Ziggy Adderloaf steps forward again, protesting quickly.
Z. Adderloaf: Hey, that's not--
Just as quickly, Jacob Idol steps between Ziggy Adderloaf and Jasmina Chastity.
J. Idol: Is there a problem?
Z. Adderloaf: Um... well, no, not really.
J. Idol: Okay. Then find yourself a hole to crawl into, because we can take it from here.
Ziggy Adderloaf steps off the scene, as Jasmina Chastity smiles and turns to Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon
J. Chastity: So, boys... the Wrecking Crew. Your thoughts?
J. Idol: I'm thinking we'll win. I'll make a bold prediction... Hammer of the Gods, via Katana Legdrop, in two and a half minutes.
R. Solomon: Yeah, but that's easy to predict. Let's make it complicated. Us against the Wrecking Crew... if all the lights were turned off in the arena, and the Wrecking Crew had night-vision goggles.
J. Idol: Okay... Hammer of the Gods, via armbar submission, in six minutes, give or take a minute. Why the armbar? Because wrestling a sightless match would be more conducive to close-in grappling like that.
J. Chastity: Night-vision goggles!? What're you guys talking about?
J. Idol: We're just making it interesting. Like, say... what if it was a four-on-two elimination-handicap match? Us two, against the Wrecking Crew AND a team of mini-Jacob and mini-Rob, who are exact replicas of us, except they're twelve inches tall.
R. Solomon: Are they managed by a mini-Jasmina?
J. Idol: No... but we'll say they hired Rena Mero to be in their corner. I hear she works cheap these days.
R. Solomon: Oh, okay. Elimination-handicap? Then... I see us getting rid of Blade first... he's the weak link of the team, with his history of hip injury... four minutes in, to a Katana Legdrop. John Uldwall goes out a minute later, but I'll let you have this one... inverted DDT. Then we go to a thirty-minute draw with mini-Jacob and mini-Rob, because even though they're only twelve inches tall, they're still just that unbeatable. We retain the titles via default, of course. And I'd probably fuck Rena after the match. She's a skank, but I'm a little curious.
J. Chastity: Guys, this isn't going anywhere.
J. Idol: Maybe you're right. But the point is that... well, it's completely pointless. This whole match with the Wrecking Crew IS pointless... everybody knows that THEY aren't going to beat US. Maybe they used to be a decent tag team, but then Blade went and broke his fragile hip like an old man, and these days they can't do anything but brawl and bleed. Sure, they still have some powerful muscles, but we're the elite of tag team wrestling, and they're just two big oafs who can't cut it anymore. What we're doing is to form a new institution... a whole new era of tag team wrestling, leaving every team in its wake with nothing but broken bones and shattered dreams.
R. Solomon: Applebee, the Wrecking Crew, the Technicians... they all need to face the facts. The new dynasty of tag team wrestling is here. Yeah, the Colour Show got lucky in that little trampoline act at Wrestlewar... but that's not gonna happen again. Hear that, everyone? None of you can touch us, because we've got the goods. So don't try it... the life you save might just be your own. We've got a real good example of that coming up real quick.
The Hammer of the Gods turns and walks off the scene, heading for the ring entrance, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
The Hammer of the Gods certainly do seem confident... but "Domination" by Pantera is playing, and the crowd bursts into cheers as Blade and John Uldwall, the Wrecking Crew, step out of the backstage area and begin heading to the ring. Jacob Idol may have brought up a good point, though, amidst all his meaningless bravado... has the Wrecking Crew lost a step or two since their days of dominating the VCW tag team division? It's hard to say. They do hold the record as the longest-reigning VCW World Tag Team Champions in history, but they haven't had a chance to reclaim those titles lately. Tonight, they may just get that chance. They enter the ring and pose for the crowd, which continues cheering them on.
Now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, and that brings out the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity! They begin walking to the ring, both wearing the VCW World Tag Team Titles, and Rob Solomon's carrying his hockey stick, the usual weapon of choice when he decides to act outside of the rules. They climb into the ring, looking cocky as always, and hand the VCW World Tag Team Titles to Jasmina Chastity on the outside. Rob Solomon steps out to the apron and Jacob Idol remains in the ring, stopping to yell at a fan in the front row, then rolls his shoulders and turns to face Blade, who'll start off for his team! Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, and that'll start this match!
For the VCW World Tag Team Titles:
Hammer of the Gods
(Jacob Idol & Rob Solomon) (c)
w/Jasmina Chastity
vs.
Wrecking Crew
Jacob Idol steps forward and locks up with Blade, going into an armwringer, but Blade reverses then whips him into the ropes, and knocks Jacob Idol down with a shoulderblock in the middle of the ring as he comes off! Jacob Idol scoots away on the mat, then pulls himself to his feet, and warily goes in for another lockup... but Rob Solomon just entered the ring with the hockey stick, and he nails Blade right in the right side of the hips with it! Blade goes down, and Jerry Rogers is calling for the bell already!
The
Wrecking Crew defeated The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol and Rob
Solomon) when Blade defeated Idol via disqualification in
0:00:46.
Rating: DUD
(The Hammer of the Gods retained the VCW World Tag Team Titles).
Blade's down, and Rob Solomon's raising the hockey stick to whack him again... but John Uldwall rushes into the ring and begins unloading on Rob Solomon with a series of punches, causing him to drop the hockey stick and driving him back to a corner... but Jacob Idol comes from behind with a low blow! John Uldwall doubles over, and Rob Solomon cuts him down with a lariat!! Blade's starting to get up now, but Jacob Idol slips behind him, then takes him down with an inverted DDT! And now Rob Solomon's grabbing his legs and stepping through, into a scorpion deathlock! Rob Solomon has Blade in a scorpion deathlock, and Jacob Idol begins stomping and kicking at his right hip!
The crowd begins booing loudly and throwing trash into the ring... the Hammer of the Gods have not only intentionally gotten themselves disqualified to side-step letting the Wrecking Crew have another shot at their titles, but now they're trying to re-injure Blade's hip! John Uldwall's getting back up... but Jacob Idol sees it, and he grabs the hockey stick, then nails him in the head with it before he can stand! Rob Solomon lets go of Blade, and the two begin stomping at John Uldwall, two-on-one... but now Jacob Idol's going over to Blade, and he puts on a scorpion deathlock! Rob Solomon tosses John Uldwall out of the ring, and goes up to the top turnbuckle, looking at the prone, trapped Blade... KATANA LEGDROP!! Rob Solomon just hit him with a Katana Legdrop to the back of the head!
It seems like Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon finally done here... they're rolling out of the ring and grabbing the titles, and they begin heading backstage with the titles, celebrating and raising the titles high in the air as though they just defended them in a grueling match. This wasn't a match... this was an ambush, just a setup for a beating. The crowd's still booing loudly... the Wrecking Crew just got robbed, and the crowd knows it! Some trainers are coming out to check on the Wrecking Crew... but there's another backstage scene we're going to cut to now! Let's check that out.
Backstage...
Troy Black is backstage with Amy Lin, Rebecca Black, Brujah, and Desmond, and they seem to be finalizing a strategy for their upcoming match.
T. Black: One last thing to consider. Given that ONE of us has proven himself incapable of holding his own with Sandis Arlington...
Troy Black trails off briefly, giving Desmond a stern glare, which makes him fidget uncomfortably in his seat.
T. Black: ... I don't want either of you going in over your heads. If you feel like you're ready to keel over and pass out after Owen drops you on your head a few dozen times, or part of your body feels ready to fall off after they've worked it over for a good, long time... then tag me in and sit on the apron. Above all else, there's one thing you can count on... I'm not going to lose. I can more than handle myself. All I'm asking for from the two of you is to do one of two things. Either carry your own weight, or tag me in so I can carry it for you. Naturally, Brujah... I have full confidence in you. Desmond, on the other hand... I'll be exceedingly disappointed if you mess this up.
Desmond: Um... don't worry. I can handle it. I won't mess this up.
T. Black: Good. Then we should probably...
Troy Black trails off, and all five heads in the room turn to the door with an incredulous stare as Melissa DelArmeggio walks into the room. Amy Lin quickly stands up, with a predatory smile on her face.
A. Lin: If you're trying to commit suicide, you just came to the right place.
Amy Lin starts towards Melissa, but Troy Black grabs her wrist, holding her back.
T. Black: Not now. We've got a match in a few seconds. No time.
Desmond: Besides... you can't just go attacking her just for walking in the room. That's not a very reasonable thing to do...
The other Black Plague members just turn to Desmond with an irritated glare, and he quickly trails off into silence.
M. DelArmeggio: Troy... listen. I know you have a match up next, but I just wanted to ask you if I could talk to you about a few things later.
A. Lin: Fuck no, you can't! He's MINE. He's also the only thing keeping you alive right now...
T. Black: You have to be kidding me.
M. DelArmeggio: It's just that... I'm not even really sure what I'm doing anymore. Look, I wouldn't even be here, but there's NOBODY else I can talk to right now. I--
T. Black: Yeah, I know. I saw the monitors. You went around making all your friends mad at you by being every bit as indecisive and wishy-washy as you've always been, and nobody wants you around anymore. And since nobody wants you around anymore... you should leave. I'll put in a good word for you down at NCXCW. They like young, naive idiots who throw themselves off of high places repeatedly there.
M. DelArmeggio: Troy, I... everything's a mess, and I need SOMEBODY to talk to. You... well, I used to feel like we understood each other, and I feel pathetic crawling back like this, but--
T. Black: You look pathetic too. You need somebody to talk to... get your parents to hire you a psychiatrist. Go find someone else. I'll even let you use my cell phone to place a long-distance call to Japan so you can call your brother, tell him he was right, that you're just a collosal fuck-up who never should have come near the wrestling business...
Melissa stares at Troy for a second, then crumples to her knees, breaking down into a fit of sobbing... and Amy Lin steps forward and kicks her in the face, then grabs her by the hair and rams her head-first into the cinderblock wall, opening a gash on her forehead. Amy Lin crouches over her and begins raining fists down on her, but Desmond seems to have seen enough, and he grabs Amy around the waist and pulls her off, kicking and struggling as she tries to get free and attack Melissa.
A. Lin: Get your hands off me, you freak!
T. Black: Amy... not now. We're gonna be late as it is.
Desmond releases Amy Lin at a signal from Troy Black, and she seems to be fighting the urge to attack Melissa again.
A. Lin: ... Fine. But I'm gonna settle this soon.
Troy Black walks out of the backstage room, and the rest of the Black Plague follows, though Amy seems reluctant to leave Melissa without finishing her off. The camera fades out on the backstage room, with Melissa in a bleeding heap on the floor.
We're back, from what was without a doubt a highly emotionally charged scene... but we're about to head in to our next match! Sandis Arlington and the Ontario Colour Show, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, are already on their way to the ring, with "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheering loudly. They climb into the ring, pose for the crowd, and turn to await the entrance of the Black Plague.
Now "Favorite Things" by Incubus begins playing again, as the arena lights are replaced by dim silver-blue lights, and that'll bring forth Troy Black, Desmond, and the VCW Television Champion, Brujah! They're accompanied by Amy Lin and Rebecca Black. Jennie's nowhere to be seen... evidently, Brujah decided against putting her in this situation where she'd be on the opposite side of her former friends. The three Black Plague members slide into the ring and look around at the booing crowd, then prepare to face their opponents, as Brujah takes off the VCW Television Title and hands it to Rebecca Black. Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is starting!
Sandis Arlington & Ontario Colour Show
vs.
Black Plague (Troy
Black, Brujah, & Desmond)
w/Amy Lin & Rebecca Black
In the opening portions of the match, it quickly becomes clear that the Black Plague is at a major disadvantage in terms of wrestling skill, with only Troy Black being able to match their opponents in wrestling exchanges. Brujah's tenacity and aggressiveness, and Desmond's size and power ensure that each man gets in some good offense, but the majority of the team's effectiveness rests with Troy Black. Troy Black is forced to compensate for some of his teammates' deficiencies, and to an extent he does, keeping up with Sandis Arlington and the Ontario Colour Show and dishing out some of his precise, effective offense, taking special care to target the right arm of both Sandis Arlington and Owen Addison when he can, since both have a history of injury.
As the match progresses, Troy Black's reluctance to rely on Brujah and especially Desmond comes back to haunt him. The teamwork of the Ontario Colour Show and the challenge of constantly facing a fresh opponent builds up, and the advantage slips away from Troy Black, allowing his three opponents to take control and begin wearing him down, going directly after his neck. Just like Troy Black, they're going to take every advantage they can get... they all know that it'll take a superhuman amount of effort or luck to defeat him! But Rebecca Black and Amy Lin seem to catch on pretty quickly that the match is going against their team, and Amy Lin trips Owen Addison as he comes off the ropes, allowing Troy Black to take him down with a spin kick and earn the advantage again. Troy Black takes control of the match, but knowing that he can't win the battle singlehandedly, he makes the tag to Brujah.
The two of them isolate Owen Addison, working him over viciously and tentatively allowing Desmond in for a few seconds of offense at a time or a double-team move. In the process, Troy Black gets some much-appreciated time to rest, recover, and regroup... but Brujah's not a technical wrestler capable of keeping up with Owen Addison, and finally Owen's able to capitalize on that, reversing a Power Bomb attempt into a Frankensteiner, then ducking a lariat and taking Brujah down with a belly-to-back suplex! Both men begin looking for a tag... Desmond holds out his hand, but Troy Black elbows him aside and points to himself, and Brujah tags in Troy Black! Troy charges in, desperately seeking to stop Owen Addison... but Owen makes the tag to Sandis Arlington!
Troy Black tries to backpedal to his corner, but Sandis Arlington quickly rushes in and takes the advantage, hitting Troy Black with a flurry of offense. Brujah runs in, but is quickly cut off by Owen Addison... but Desmond runs in and nails Sandis Arlington with a big boot, seconds before Paul Canyon catches him with a knee to the gut, then follows that by chucking him out of the ring and leaping out onto him with a tope! But inside the ring, Desmond shifted the tides by allowing Troy Black to regain the advantage against Sandis Arlington... and on the outside, he reverses a whip to the guardrail, then nails Paul Canyon with a powerslam on the floor when he staggers out! Desmond's actually getting with the program here!
Owen and Brujah have also spilled to the outside, and they're still going at it, as Troy Black tries to wear Sandis down enough to hit a few big moves... but Rebecca Black jumps up and starts distracting Brendan Powers, and Desmond grabs a chair on the outside, then lays out Paul Canyon with it! Desmond climbs up on the apron, and calls out to Troy Black, holding up the chair... and Troy Black nods, then whips Sandis towards Desmond as he swings the chair... but Sandis Arlington reverses!! Troy Black runs head-first into a brutal chairshot from Desmond... and staggers back into a roll-up from behind from Sandis Arlington, as Brendan Powers turns around! Sandis Arlington has a handful of Troy's pants, and he gets three!! SANDIS WINS!! Sandis Arlington just pinned Troy Black!!
The
Ontario Colour Show and Sandis Arlington defeated The Black
Plague (Brujah, Desmond, and Troy Black) when Arlington pinned T.
Black after an inside cradle in 0:17:27.
Rating: ** 3/4
The crowd explodes into cheers upon seeing Sandis Arlington pin Troy Black, but Troy Black pops up immediately after the three count, having been pinned more due to surprise than due to injury or fatigue, looking furious. Sandis Arlington stands back and goes into a fighting stance... but Troy Black's going after Desmond instead, leaping to the top rope and diving out onto him with a springboard cross body press! Desmond goes down underneath Troy Black, and Troy crouches over him, battering him with a series of right hands! But now Brujah's free from Owen Addison, and he goes over to pull Troy Black off of Desmond, earning a few protests from Amy Lin, who'd seemingly just as soon see Desmond beaten to a pulp. Brujah's talking to Troy Black... and it seems like he's calming him down a little bit. Amy and Rebecca begin consoling Troy Black and leading him towards the backstage entrance, and Brujah helps Desmond to his feet... but at the top of the ramp, Troy Black demands a microphone!
T. Black: Sandis... that doesn't prove anything. That doesn't settle anything. Before you go singing your own praises to the world, I've got an offer for you. I'm offering you a match... one-on-one, with me, Troy Black, at Disaster Area. No disqualifications, no countouts, no time-limit... and to make sure that no worthless clods like Desmond cost me the victory... let's make it a Steel Cage Match. Nobody gets in, nobody gets out.
The crowd cheers for the match, and Sandis Arlington quickly grabs a microphone. We may just get the Sandis Arlington versus Troy Black rematch for Disaster Area yet!
S. Arlington: I'm a little bit amused by how eager you've suddenly become to face me in a rematch after I pinned you in the middle of the ring. I thought we were going to settle this tonight, Troy? Or do we keep settling it over and over again until you're happy with the outcome? It doesn't matter. I'll take the match. You'll never have an outcome that you're happy with... because you'll never beat me. You're just not capable of beating Sandis Arlington... and I'll prove that to everyone watching at Disaster Area.
Troy Black's staring down the aisle at Sandis Arlington, but he just nods slightly and begins heading backstage, along with Amy Lin, Rebecca Black, Brujah, and Desmond. The match has been made... Sandis Arlington will go one-on-one against Troy Black, in a Steel Cage Match at Disaster Area! The Ontario Colour Show and Sandis Arlington are also leaving the ring now and making their way backstage, as the crowd showers them with cheers for their big victory tonight.
We're going to go directly to our next match now... "Through The Never" by Metallica starts playing, and Tim Bell comes out of the backstage entrance, to a mild round of cheers from the crowd. He jogs his way to the ring, then slides inside and begins rolling his shoulders and stretching, preparing for this next match. And he'll need to be prepared, too... he's facing a dangerous, main-event caliber athlete in a foul, foul mood tonight.
"War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing next, and the crowd responds with some cheers and some boos, already turning against David Wright Hubbard after his questionable actions in the past few weeks. Ignoring the fans completely, David Wright Hubbard storms out of the backstage entrance, walking with a slight limp, and makes his way to the ring, then climbs inside and faces off in the opposite corner from Tim Bell. Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, beginning this match!
David Wright Hubbard
vs.
Tim Bell
Any illusions that this would be a clean match are quickly dispelled when David Wright Hubbard hits an eye gouge out of the opening lockup. He wisely chooses to brawl with Tim Bell rather than out-wrestle him, using his superior size and power to unleash a devestating beating, and a merciless one at that, as he takes Tim Bell to the outside and introduces him head-first into the ringpost, then chokes him with camera cables until Linda Peterson warns him of the risk of disqualification. The crowd turns even more against David Wright Hubbard as he continues to bend the rules and exploit every advantage he can get. Back in the ring, David Wright Hubbard keeps up more of the same, stomping and kicking Tim Bell before he can even get up, but soon Tim Bell is able to come back, ducking a lariat and grabbing David Wright Hubbard's right leg, then taking him down with a kneebreaker to a roar of cheers from the crowd! Tim Bell's going to fight fire with fire here... he's going right for the knee, and not pulling any punches!
Tim Bell continues to work over David Wright Hubbard's right knee, and soon David Wright Hubbard starts begging off! Tim Bell decides to hear him out, and David Wright Hubbard appears to be trying to apologize for his ruthless actions earlier, telling Tim Bell to go easy on his knee... and he extends a hand for a handshake. The crowd boos, but Tim Bell takes the handshake anyway... and David Wright Hubbard pulls him right into a massive lariat! That keeps him down for two and a half, but David Wright Hubbard stays on the offense, continuing to dish out a beating to Tim Bell!
As Tim Bell begins to look fatigued and beaten, David Wright Hubbard goes for a power bomb, but Tim Bell counters that with a single-leg takedown into a half Boston! David Wright Hubbard ends up trapped in a half Boston, and he makes it to the ropes after a bit of a struggle... but his right leg's in serious pain after that, and he's slow to get up, allowing Tim Bell to take the advantage! Tim Bell takes David Wright Hubbard down repeatedly, using his quickness and skill to try to make up what he lacks in physical toughness, and with David Wright Hubbard's mobility lessened by his leg injury, it seems to work! After wearing him down a little, Tim Bell puts him up on the top turnbuckle, then goes up for the Top-Rope Frankensteiner, but David Wright Hubbard holds on... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB!! Tim Bell just got flattened, and this match is probably over! David Wright Hubbard goes down and covers... but pulls him up at two!
The crowd boos, and Linda Peterson warns David Wright Hubbard against doing that, but he just gives her the finger, then lifts Tim Bell into a standing headscissors, and gives him a power bomb! He muscles him up again, and nails him with a second power bomb, then drops an elbow into him and goes for the cover... no, he's still not covering him! He's choking him out... the camera can catch him saying "I told you to go easy on my knee, you son of a bitch..." and he releases the chokehold just before Linda Peterson gets to the five-count! But then he reapplies it... no, this time he's pulling him up by the throat! CHOKESLAM!! David Wright Hubbard looks down at Tim Bell with contempt, then stomps at his fallen body a few times and puts a foot over his chest, and Linda Peterson counts to three.
David
Wright Hubbard pinned Tim Bell after a series of stomps in
0:09:12.
Rating: **
The crowd boos as David Wright Hubbard raises his hands in victory, and it's hard to blame him... he took every cheap shot he could get, then became wildly unreasonable when Tim Bell fought back in kind. He's been in a foul mood ever since No Quarter, and Tim Bell was unfortunate enough to be stuck in the ring with him tonight. David Wright Hubbard will meet Falcon at Disaster Area... will Falcon be able to knock any sense back into him? David Wright Hubbard's leaving the ring, and some ring crew people help Tim Bell backstage as well, after the beating he just took.
We're ready to go to our main event now... "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" is playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out the team of Crimson and Tony Garcia, accompanied by Rebecca Black, to a huge round of boos from the crowd. At one time, there would have been no questioning the fact that these are the two most devestating men in VCW... but one of their opponents tonight is the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, who has shown himself to be an equally destructive force during his short time here in VCW. They enter the ring, preparing for the entrance of their opponents...
And now "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot kicks on, and the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, comes out of the backstage area with his partner, "Macho Man" Randy Savage!! The crowd cheers as these two men make their way to the ring, and both of these men have common ground tonight. At one time, they were each allied with one of the men in the ring, but in the past few weeks those alliances dissolved, and both of these men gained acceptance from the fans by taking a stand against their former allies. Tonight, they'll take that stand together in tag team competition. They step into the ring, and the Grave Digger's clearly seen to tower over everyone, even Crimson! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, and our main event match is going to start now!
Grave Digger & "Macho Man" Randy Savage
vs.
Tony Garcia &
Crimson
w/Rebecca Black
None of these men seem interested in a technical wrestling confrontation tonight... instead, they all attack one another viciously, with brawling and power, playing to their strengths. The Grave Digger and Tony Garcia are both well over three hundred pounds, and Crimson's hovering around that area himself. Randy Savage, though smaller than the other three men in the fight, if anything more than makes up with it with his resourcefulness, experience, toughness, and raw inner fury. For several minutes, the two teams brawl back and forth, neither side keeping the upper hand... until finally Tony Garcia takes control of Randy Savage, bullying him into a heap on the mat with power moves.
Crimson and Tony Garcia take turns working over Randy Savage, trying to hurt him enough to be able to put him away, but as countless opponents have learned, Randy Savage is too tough to go down easily, even to two men whose offense is as powerful as Crimson and Tony Garcia. Furthermore, he knows how to take advantage of any opening, and he soon shows that by nailing Crimson with a low blow on a power bomb attempt, then struggling to the corner and making the tag to the Grave Digger, as Crimson tags in Tony Garcia!
Tony Garcia and the Grave Digger meet in the middle of the ring, going toe to toe, and the Grave Digger comes out with the advantage, unleashing a huge beating on Tony Garcia. Crimson runs in, but the Grave Digger gives him a Yakuza kick, then Randy Savage comes in to cut him off from the Grave Digger further! As Crimson and Randy Savage brawl, the Grave Digger continues to devestate Tony Garcia. He hits the Cradle To Grave and the Grave Yard Slam, and Tony Garcia shows just how tough he is by kicking out of both at two and a half. Undaunted, the Grave Digger lifts him up... SITOUT POWER BOMB!! That could do it... but Crimson dumps Randy Savage out of the ring, and charges to break up the pin at two! Crimson whips the Grave Digger into the corner, but the Grave Digger reverses it, and Crimson hits hard, then staggers out... and gets cut down with a clothesline! And now the Grave Digger's motioning to Tony Garcia, and drawing a thumb across his throat... but Brujah's running down the aisle! The Grave Digger lifts Tony Garcia for the Burial... and Rebecca Black jumps up, distracting Bobcat McGavin, as Brujah grabs the wooden axe handle and nails him in the back with it!
The Grave Digger goes down, and Crimson rolls outside, grabs the ring bell as Randy Savage starts to get up, then charges and nails him in the head with it, busting him open! In the ring, Brujah nails the Grave Digger with a few more well-placed blows, then slips to the outside as Bobcat McGavin turns his attention back to the ring. Crimson rolls Randy Savage back in, then calls for the tag... and Tony Garcia groggily tags him in! The Grave Digger's just starting to get up, and Crimson grabs Randy Savage's hand and forcefully slaps it against the Grave Digger's, making a tag of sorts, then steps back and knocks the Grave Digger out over the top rope with a big boot! Randy Savage is getting up... but Crimson grabs his throat! CHOKESLAM!! He covers and hooks the leg... and that'll be three!
Crimson
and Tony Garcia defeated The Grave Digger and Randy Savage when
Crimson pinned Savage with the Chokeslam in 0:18:14.
Rating: -**
Crimson's celebrating his victory... but on the outside, Brujah's not done! He draws back the axe handle to take a swing at the Grave Digger... and the Grave Digger catches it! He jerks the axe handle out of Brujah's hands, then nails him with it... and he steps up on the apron, then climbs in over the top rope! Crimson, alerted by the crowd's cheers, turns around... right into a blow from the axe handle! Tony Garcia rushes him... and the Grave Digger knocks him off his feet as well! The Grave Digger has Tony Garcia's axe handle, and he's going on a rampage with it!
Desmond, Jack Norman, and Butch Manson are running out of the backstage area, and they slide into the ring as well... but the Grave Digger knocks Desmond off his feet with the axe handle, using the other arm to catch Jack Norman with a back elbowsmash, then stepping forward to knee Butch Manson in the gut! Butch Manson doubles over, and the Grave Digger clobbers him in the back of the head with the axe handle! Jack Norman turns the Grave Digger around and kicks him in the gut, then grabs his throat and tries to lift... but he can't do it! Jack Norman can't get the Grave Digger off his feet for the Chokeslam, and the Grave Digger nails him with the wooden axe handle as well! Crimson pulls himself up... and the Grave Digger knocks him down again too! Tony Garcia gets up, and the Grave Digger gives him the same treatment! He's wiping out everybody that gets near him, and the crowd's going wild!!
The Grave Digger and Randy Savage may have lost this match, but Hell's Bikers and a good portion of the Black Plague are all laid out at the feet of the Grave Digger as he paces around in the ring, with Rebecca Black staring inside at him in disbelief, and the crowd cheering wildly. Just like he fought off the entire SMCW roster with a crowbar several months ago, the Grave Digger just took out a small army with that wooden axe handle! We're out of time tonight... but we've got one more show before Disaster Area! Make sure you join us next week!
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