Monday Night Wrestling 05/14/01 (VCW 120)
Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, as we bring you the best wrestling known to man, live from the Market Square Arena in Indiana! Our show for tonight is a big one. Stiff Competition and the Wrecking Crew team against members of Hell's Bikers and the Hammer of the Gods in eight-man tag team competition! Falcon goes one-on-one with the Barcelona Assassin, Lorenzo Vasquez! Troy Black and Tony Garcia of the Black Plague will face Sandis Arlington and the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, in a tag team match in the main event! We're going to see all that tonight... but we're about to see something much less spectacular.
"Smells Like Nirvana" by Weird Al Yankovic is playing over the arena sound system, and once again we're about to see Ruby Richard Cage going it alone in singles action... because once again, doctors have judged Hunk Higgins to be unfit to compete. Most VCW fans knew that a long time ago... but anyway, here comes Ruby Richard Cage, to a weak round of boos from the crowd. He enters the ring and spins around, pointing at them, then does the Ruby Cutter pose to a weak flurry of pyro, before calling for a microphone.
R.R. Cage: You love me... you hate me... you'll NEVER get rid of me.
Some people in the crowd boo. Many more get up to use the restroom.
R.R. Cage: Hunk Higgins ain't here again... he's got some pathetic quack telling him he's not fit to compete in the ring, because he's hurt. Well, guess what, JACK... Hunk Higgins doesn't GET hurt... hurt gets him instead!
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Ruby Richard Cage paces in the ring, allowing the crowd to soak in the lack of meaning of his words.
R.R. Cage: Anyway, it's up to me, the lone Outlaw, tonight, to take on Kid "SCUM!" Rave. And even from Hunkamania Headquarters in Venice Beach, Hunk Higgins wanted me to pass on a challenge. See, he doesn't want me to get all the fun beating that nobody Kid Rave, and he wants a match with the punk, one-on-one, at Disaster Area!
The crowd boos, and deservedly so for what will probably be a terrible match.
R.R. Cage: And me... I'm gonna go right to the source. Hunk Higgins already beat Stormy Weathers in the middle of the ring on pay-per-view earlier in his career... but me, I ain't done yet. So Stormy Weathers... you're the source of all this crap... and I want you in a match, one-on-one! I want you JACKED to the MOON, Stormy! I'm gonna jack you until you EXPLODE! You're gonna get BANGED!!
The crowd boos even more. Discounting the fact that Hunk Higgins LOST his pay-per-view encounter with Stormy Weathers... that's not one, but two worthless throwaway matches on pay-per-view! What sort of total moron has kept these two employed all these years!?
R.R. Cage: Anyway, about this Kid Rave guy... I guess he thinks he's some kind of music star. I wouldn't know... I don't listen to that punk rock music that all the kids today like. I got an eight-track player at home, and I got three tapes for it... Meet The Four Seasons, Meet The Supremes, and The Four Seasons Meet The Supremes. And so I don't know where he gets off with all this punk rock shucking and jiving, but I got a little ditty for him right here. ... You see, it's me, it's me, it's that R-R-C, and I'm rolling high because my ass is B-A-D! Two tears in a bucket... wait, what's that supposed to mean? Aw, fuck it...
The crowd continues to boo... and those boos get slightly louder as "What U Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker begins playing over the arena sound system. Kid Rave steps out of the backstage area, accompanied by Vickie Romano, Fred Errara, and Stormy Weathers. They immediately head to the ring, and Vickie Romano grabs a microphone, as more boos come from the crowd.
V. Romano: Thank you, you old, sleazy, worthless pile of crap, for that stellar example of why VCW would be better off without you! Quite frankly, it makes me sick to my stomach to hear such meaningless, pathetic rambling.
Vickie Romano hands the microphone off to Kid Rave, then turns to listen to him with a smile.
K. Rave: Hold up, Vickie. I gotta lay down a little thug love. Hey, yo, Stormy! Word up, big pimp!?
Kid Rave exchanges some weird gang handshake with Stormy Weathers, earning more boos from the crowd.
K. Rave: Yo, listen up now... smoking weed, drinking forties, fucking bitches, gonna shoot a cop, bust a cap in your ass, I'M GOING PLATINUM!!
Kid Rave hands the microphone off to Vickie Romano, and Stormy Weathers shoots her a questioning glare.
V. Romano: Yeah... I didn't have much time to write his lines this week. Anyway... Ruby Richard Cage, you'll be happy to know that Stormy Weathers ACCEPTS your challenge for a pay-per-view match! Quite frankly, any no-talent comedian can get in the ring and wrestle... it's something special that sets great sports entertainers apart from wrinkled old men like you.
Stormy Weathers's eyes go wide, and he reaches for the microphone to protest, but Vickie Romano hands it off to Fred Errara instead, who pops several Viagra pills into his mouth and looks around with a crazed, lust-filled stare.
F. Errara: And when it comes to the ladies... what I've got in my pants... is a man's PENIS. I thrust it in and out of a woman's VAGINA, causing her a series of ORGASMS via the stimulating friction, until I messily EJACULATE into the depths of her reproductive system!!
Stormy Weathers turns to stare at Fred Errara... this is just getting worse and worse. He seems to be running out of material here... but two women still come out of the crowd, strip to their bra and panties, then beckon Fred Errara to the outside of the ring, where he embraces both of them and begins heading backstage with them. Finally, Linda Peterson enters the ring, calling for the bell, and that'll begin this match!
Kid Rave
w/Stormy Weathers & Vickie Romano
vs.
Ruby Richard Cage
Since Ruby Richard Cage is a pathetic excuse for an athlete via default, and Kid Rave refuses to do anything but punch and do stupid dances, the match is about as terrible as one could expect. Fortunately, it's also short, ending when Kid Rave yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!" and comes off with a flying legdrop, then hauls Ruby Richard Cage up and hits the Bitch Slap for the victory.
Kid
Rave pinned Ruby Richard Cage with the Bitch Slap in 0:00:51.
Rating: -**
Fortunately, at least that was short, and it appears that we're done here... Kid Rave and his entourage are heading for the backstage area with the victory. The sad thing is that Brian Rivera, AKA Kid Rave, is a talented athlete, and if he could actually perform up to his potential... but that's neither here nor there. We understand there are a few backstage scenes that we'll be cutting to next... let's go to those now.
Backstage...
Rex Richards is shown in a dressing room backstage backstage, dressed to wrestle, stretching and flexing his muscles as Minako and Komachi look on with admiration. Sophie walks into the room, wearing a long trenchcoat, though at the bottom it can be seen that her legs and feet are bare.
Sophie: Hey, Rex... I've got a surprise for you...
Rex Richards, Minako, and Komachi all turn to look at her... just as Sophie opens the trenchcoat. Her back is to the camera, but judging by the looks of shock on the faces of Rex Richards, Minako, and Komachi, they must have seen something extraordinary... and they seem more disturbed than approving.
R. Richards: You... you...
Sophie: I bleached my pubic hair! Just how you like it! Whaddaya think, Rex? Don't I look sexy!?
R. Richards: Sophie, why the HOLY FUCK did you bleach your GODDAMN pubic hair!?
Sophie: Because you like it! You like it on Komachi, so--
R. Richards: Komachi doesn't do that shit!! Goddamn it, Sophie, what's wrong with you!?
Sophie: Well, it's just that... I want you to like me, Rex! You're the man of my dreams... with long, flowing blond hair, like ethereal silk spun from heavenly gold... your muscles, carved exquisitely like one of those naked guys in Greece... your butt, tight and powerful like an Indian war drum... and your long, thick--
R. Richards: SHUT UP!! Listen, Sophie... I don't need your shit, okay? Get with the program, because you're on real thin ice, baby.
Sophie: But, Rex... it's not just that I love you. I NEED you. I mean that literally, I need you for my safety. I... I know this sounds crazy, but I think I'm being stalked by ninjas. You have to protect me! There are ninjas trying to kidnap me, so they can violate my tender, ripe body and impregnate me to breed more ninjas, thereby starting an evil ninja army that lives only for murder and is bent on world domination! You have to--
R. Richards: Sophie, this is JUST the kind of bullshit I'm talking about!!
Sophie: Okay, leave out the parts about impregnating me and evil ninja armies and murder and world domination. That's just a guess on my part. What I DO know is that there are ninjas after me, and you need to help protect me!
R. Richards: Goddamn it, Sophie... I wish someone WOULD kidnap you, so I wouldn't have to put up with you! You're driving me insane with all this stupid crap!
Sophie hangs her head, and seems to be fighting back tears.
Sophie: Well... well... FINE!! I'll go drink rubbing alcohol, and that MIGHT kill me! And if it doesn't, I'll do it again and again until it DOES!
R. Richards: Shut up!! What you'll do is come out to the ring, because I've got a match in a few seconds, and so help me God, I ain't gonna be late for this one because of some stupid bitch like YOU!!
Rex Richards grabs Sophie by the wrist and begins dragging her towards the exit door, as she desperately pulls the trenchcoat tight around her body again, and Minako and Komachi follow. None of them notice as a man in a ninja suit, complete with mask and hood, peeks out of the closet, then closes the closet door on himself once more. The camera fades out on this scene...
Elsewhere, Backstage...
... and into a scene in a hallway, where Amy Lin is shown walking out of a dressing room door, with a conniving smile on her face, followed by Rebecca Black. Upon stepping out, she turns to look back into the door one more time.
A. Lin: So you're sure you're up to this? I want Melissa DelArmeggio dealt with. Work her over. Injure her if you can. I'm counting on you.
As Amy Lin speaks, Jessica Judd steps out of the door. Her hair has regrown to nearly touch her shoulders, and she's dressed in the usual torn and tied-off at the navel Confederate Railroad T-shirt and painted-on-tight blue jeans.
J. Judd: Don't you worry about a damn thing. I'm just happy to FINALLY get some work again. Get your damn head shaved, and suddenly you ain't much of a sex symbol anymore...
R. Black: Yeah, you've got too good a girlish figure to have short hair. Same with Amy. Me, I've got fair-sized shoulders, and I could go either way if it wasn't for having such curly hair... I mean, I don't want to look like Greg Brady. And Lorenzo's just so totally against the idea of me going for the butch look... but sometimes it's half-tempting to come in one day with a mullet just to spite him.
Jessica Judd stares at Rebecca Black strangely, raising her eyebrows as her mouth quirks suspiciously.
J. Judd: What're you talking about? Are you trying to say--
A. Lin: Don't worry about it.
R. Black: Yeah. Southern girl... strong Christian upbringing, right? Oops. Yeah... forget I said anything. Your hair looks nicer now. That's all.
J. Judd: Er... uh, yeah. Okay.
A. Lin: Just hurt Melissa for me. That's all. I promise, the numbers on the check will make it well worth your time...
J. Judd: No problem. I got this one covered.
A. Lin: Good. I'll be watching.
Rebecca Black and Amy Lin turn and walk away down the hall, as Jessica Judd steps back into the room from which she came, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
We're back, and about to go into our next match... "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye is playing, heralding the arrival of "Double R" Rex Richards, along with Minako, Sophie, and Komachi. Sophie's still wearing the trenchcoat from earlier, having not had time to get dressed. They enter the ring, and this time Sophie goes out to sit on the apron as Rex Richards begins posing in the red and gold spotlight, while Minako and Komachi perform their martial arts displays around him, then drape their bodies at his side. Rex Richards takes off his sunglasses, and hands them to Minako, then turns to await his opponent's entrance.
"Surfing With The Alien" by Joe Satriani begins playing next, and the crowd begins cheering as Salvaje Demonio comes out of the backstage area and begins running to the ring. He slides inside immediately, and prepares to lock up with Rex Richards, as Jerry Rogers enters the ring to call for the bell!
"Double R" Rex
Richards
w/Minako, Sophie, & Komachi
vs.
Salvaje Demonio
Having met before in a high-profile match at Wrestlewar, both men approach this match cautiously. Rex Richards tries to take control with brute strength, but Salvaje Demonio quickly begins outwitting and outwrestling him. Rex Richards quickly gets frustrated, but he also gets careless, and Salvaje Demonio keeps the upper hand by staying one step ahead of him until Rex Richards turns the tides with a low blow. After that cheap shot, Rex Richards takes control of the match, working over Salvaje Demonio's neck for a few minutes, then going in for the kill with a Death Valley Driver attempt, but Salvaje Demonio slips out behind him and hits a tiger suplex for a near fall.
Both men take some time to get up, but when they do, Salvaje Demonio takes the advantage, hitting Rex Richards with a lot of quick offense, setting him up for the kill. But "Doctor" Dave Adams comes out of the backstage area and runs to the ring... and at the urging of Minako and Komachi, Sophie stands up on the apron, then gets Jerry Rogers's attention and opens her trenchcoat!! The camera angle is such that it can't quite see what's revealed, but Jerry Rogers is certainly distracted by the sight, and Dave Adams and Komachi both slide into the ring! Salvaje Demonio sees Komachi and turns to face her, but gets a kick to the face! He staggers back the other way... into the Doctor's Orders from Dave Adams! He's down, and Dave Adams rolls out of the ring and begins running backstage, and Komachi slips outside. Rex Richards throws an arm over Salvaje Demonio, and Sophie closes her trenchcoat. Jerry Rogers turns and sees the pin, and counts to three!
Rex
Richards pinned Salvaje Demonio after outside interference in
0:07:03.
Rating: 1/2*
This was certainly a far cry from their match at Wrestlewar, which was actually a good wrestling match... but once again, Rex Richards has emerged with the victory due to some shady circumstances. He rolls out of the ring, giving Komachi a hug, then motions for Minako and Sophie to follow as he begins heading backstage. And speaking of backstage, there's more going on back there again! Let's go to that now.
Backstage...
Brujah, Desmond, and Jennie are all shown together in a room backstage. Brujah and Jennie are sitting down next to each other, listening to Desmond as he paces back and forth, talking to them.
Desmond: ... So I've told you my situation. I mean... I want to stay reasonable here, but I'm being pulled in too many different ways.
Brujah: The big problem is what happened last week. You could maybe talk Troy into going your way on this one... I think he'd even sympathize with you a little. But when you cost him that match against Sandis Arlington last week... that wasn't good.
Desmond: Yeah... he's barely said a word to me. I didn't even know I wasn't booked tonight until I showed up, because nobody who knows said anything. I wish he'd be more reasonable. You know me, Brujah... I've always been a reasonable man. I can deal with anybody.
Brujah: ... Yeah.
Desmond is quiet for a few seconds, as he seems to think something over.
Desmond: So, if I end up on the other side, what about you?
Brujah: Hey... those are the breaks. If it comes down to me and you, I won't pull any punches.
Jennie: Brujah... come on.
Brujah: Sorry. But it's the way things are.
Desmond sighs, and plops down on a chair facing Jennie and Brujah.
Desmond: Yeah, don't ruin a good thing for my sake. I don't even know what I'll do just now. I might just try to straighten up and forget it. I have my career to think of...
Jennie: You should follow what's in your heart. If you do that, you'll find your way to happiness eventually. Don't you think so, Brujah?
Brujah: Maybe. If you're lucky.
Jennie: Brujah...
Brujah: Hey, Romeo and Juliet didn't have a happy ending, you know? The bad guys win sometimes.
Desmond: Yeah... you're right.
Jennie sighs and looks away. Brujah turns and puts an arm around her shoulders.
Brujah: So... I saw that they signed you up for a Bikini Oil Wrestling Match against Connie Lingus at Disaster Area, for your T & A Title.
Jennie: Yeah. I'm a little worried...
Brujah: Don't be. I wanted to tell you... I signed her up for a VCW Television Title match tonight. I'm going to send her a little message, to make sure she doesn't get too rough with you.
Jennie: I guess I appreciate that. I just... I have some problems you can't solve by beating them up.
Brujah: Yeah. But I'll take care of the ones I can.
Jennie doesn't seem entirely reassured by that as she leans against Brujah's side. The camera fades out on the backstage area.
We're back, and we're going to begin our next match now. "Girls With Guitars" by Wynonna Judd begins playing, and the crowd boos as Jessica Judd comes out of the backstage entrance, carrying her usual guitar with her. We haven't seen Jessica Judd since the T & A Title match at the Big Fight, but she's here tonight, on orders from Amy Lin to soften up Melissa DelArmeggio, but absence hasn't really made the heart grow any fonder... the crowd's still booing loudly for her as she climbs into the ring. She just glares around at them and gives them the finger, then turns to await Melissa's entrance...
"Sad But True" by Metallica kicks on next, and the crowd bursts into cheers as Melissa DelArmeggio comes out of the backstage entrance, then begins making her way to the ring. She slides inside and climbs to one of the second turnbuckles, then begins posing for the crowd... but Jessica Judd comes from behind and grabs her, then brings her down with a German suplex!! Melissa's down already, and Brendan Powers is in the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!
Jessica Judd
vs.
Melissa DelArmeggio
Jessica Judd starts out on the offensive from that sneak attack, and makes the most of her advantage, keeping Melissa down and working over her right leg, trying to use her superior wrestling ability to neutralize Melissa's advantages in this match. But when Jessica Judd applies a figure-four leglock, Melissa DelArmeggio manages to turn it over, then gains the advantage by countering an attempted single-leg takedown with an enzuigiri. She covers for two and three-quarters, having already nearly knocked Jessica Judd out. Despite a slight limp from the abuse her leg has taken, Melissa DelArmeggio takes control firmly, giving Jessica Judd a flurry of stiff blows, then drilling her into the mat with a power bomb. But instead of going for the cover, Melissa DelArmeggio goes to the top turnbuckle, looking for the Frog Splash... but Amy Lin comes running out of the backstage area! Melissa prepares to take the leap, but before she does Amy Lin shakes the ropes, causing her to fall crotch-first on the top turnbuckle! Brendan Powers calls for the disqualification immediately!
Melissa
DelArmeggio defeated Jessica Judd via disqualification in
0:04:12.
Rating: DUD
This match is over... but that's not stopping Amy! She grabs Jessica Judd's guitar, and breaks it over Melissa's head as she straddles the top turnbuckle! Melissa slumps forward slightly, and Amy Lin climbs up with her, then puts her in a standing headscissors... what's she planning here!? The crowd rises to its feet in anticipation as Amy Lin hooks Melissa's waist and lifts... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB TO THE FLOOR!! The crowd's boos are nearly drowned out by a chant of "HOLY SHIT!", mingling with a chant of "VCW!" as Amy Lin surveys her work with satisfaction. Jessica Judd's starting to stir, and Amy Lin's helping her up... no, she gives her a kick to the midsection!! DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Amy Lin just laid out Jessica Judd, and now she's climbing out of the ring! She grabs a microphone and stands over the fallen form of Melissa DelArmeggio on the floor...
A. Lin: Melissa, you ignorant slut... you never DO see it coming, do you? Our first face-to-face meeting in VCW... our little dinner date a few weeks ago... and now this, tonight. See a pattern? You end up flat on your back every single time. Every single time I've masterminded a plan to take you down, it's worked even better than I expected. And now look at you. You're alone, you're flat on your back... you're at my mercy, Melissa. On one hand, I'd invite you to Disaster Area to finish this... but on the other, I think I'm ready to finish it NOW.
The crowd boos loudly as Amy Lin looks up, smiling viciously. Amy Lin's claims of being a mastermind might be a little premature; all of her master plans so far seem to degenerate into simple acts of violence. And she's planning more now... she just reached into the ring and grabbed the wreckage of the guitar neck! She's had a recent fixation with broken, splintered pieces of wood and Melissa's eyes, and this could get ugly quick. She stands over Melissa and begins aiming the broken end of the guitar neck... but someone's running out of the backstage area!! CHRISTINA ELLIS!! Christina Ellis sprints out of the backstage area, and she tackles Amy Lin to the floor before she can attack Melissa further!!
The crowd explodes into cheers as Christina Ellis crouches over Amy Lin and begins pelting her with right hands. Amy Lin throws her off and tries to get away, but Christina Ellis catches one of her feet! She's trying to grab Amy Lin and haul her back for more, but Amy Lin squirms and struggles, and actually slips out of the boot! She crawls to her feet, then begins running away with one foot bare, until Christina Ellis pitches the other boot in her hand at Amy Lin, causing it to hit her in the back of the head and knock her down halfway up the ramp! Amy Lin quickly gets to her feet and retrieves the other boot, then retreats backstage as the crowd continues to cheer. Melissa DelArmeggio's beginning to stir now, and Christina Ellis helps her to her feet, then begins helping her backstage, as the crowd continues to cheer. All this month, Christina Ellis has been in Japan, working with SJPW and doing some preliminary talent scouting on behalf of VCW, and she came back just in the nick of time for Melissa!
We're going straight into our next match now as well. "Ballbreaker" by AC/DC begins playing, and that brings out Connie Lingus, fortunately without Vickie Romano, Stormy Weathers, or Fred Errara. Perhaps they already got it out of their system earlier in Kid Rave's match with Ruby Richard Cage. The crowd boos as Connie Lingus makes her way to the ring, and without Vickie Romano there to "remind" her, it looks like she's going to skip the pre-match innuendo.
But now "Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing, and the VCW Television Champion, Brujah, steps out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by the VCW T & A Champion, Jennie, to a loud round of boos. Jennie is scheduled to defend the VCW T & A Title against Connie Lingus at Disaster Area, and that seems to be why Brujah's defending the VCW Television Title against her tonight... perhaps to soften her up, or to intimidate her into going easy on Jennie. Brujah climbs into the ring and hands the VCW Television Title off to Jennie, then turns to face Connie Lingus with an aggressive, contempt-filled stare. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!
For the VCW Television Title:
Brujah (c)
w/Jennie
vs.
Connie Lingus
Connie Lingus actually has a minor size advantage over Brujah, but Brujah's aggressiveness seems to counter that. They brawl in and around the ring for a few minutes, with Brujah generally gaining the other hand, but Connie Lingus comes back by reversing a whip into the guardrail, then taking Brujah head-first into the steel ringsteps. Back in the ring, she gives him a spinebuster for two and three-quarters, then stuns him with an inverted atomic drop and lifts him in a fireman's carry. She goes for the Pussywhipper, but Brujah squirms free behind her, landing on his feet. Connie Lingus turns around, and Brujah mows her down with a lariat! He drills her with a knee to the midsection, then puts her in a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! Brujah covers Connie Lingus and hooks the leg, and that'll get three!
Brujah
pinned Connie Lingus with the Power Bomb in 0:06:34.
Rating: DUD
(Brujah retained the VCW Television Title.)
Brujah grabs the VCW Television Title from the timekeeper, then goes up to one of the top turnbuckles and poses with the title raised high above his head, getting a flurry of boos from the crowd, but an smile and excited clapping from Jennie. Connie Lingus rolls out of the ring and begins staggering backstage, as Brujah remains behind to celebrate his victory with Jennie a bit longer... and now Brujah's starting to make his way backstage as well. But our next match is due to start any minute now...
As Brujah and Jennie walk up the ramp, "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica begins playing... that'll be Paul Canyon! Paul Canyon comes out of the backstage entrance to a burst of cheers from the crowd, and begins walking down the ramp... and he meets Brujah and Jennie halfway down! It looks like he's talking to Jennie, though no camera can pick up what they're saying, as Brujah stands to the side, waiting expressionlessly. Paul Canyon turns to say something to Brujah... and he just nods dismissively, then turns to walk up the ramp towards the backstage exit! Jennie stares after him for a second, then follows, leaving Paul Canyon to resume his path to the ring. He climbs inside, but turns and stares after the departed Brujah and Jennie, at the backstage area...
And now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, and that brings forth Julian Page, to a huge round of boos from the crowd. Paul Canyon had better get his mind off of Brujah and Jennie, because he's going into a match against one of the most devious, underhanded men in VCW. There's probably no question as to whether Paul Canyon's a more talented wrestler than the relatively inexperienced Julian Page, but Julian Page will take any opening he can get to win a match. He climbs into the ring, then glances aside at Paul Canyon with a cocky, dismissive smile and grabs a microphone.
J. Page: Tonight I come to you bringing defeat for Paul Canyon, and tidings of our upcoming pay-per-view, Disaster Area. A few weeks ago, I was robbed of my deserved place as VCW Intercontinental Champion by a jealous, talentless scoundrel named Johnny Stagger. But I've talked to the booking team, and they've contacted the right people... and at Disaster Area, I'll have my revenge in a match, one-on-one, against that worthless drunk. I'll punish Johnny Stagger for sticking his rosy-red nose in my business... and I'll prove that no brawling goon from NCXCW could ever be a match for the leader of the most elite faction in VCW.
Julian Page will face Johnny Stagger at Disaster Area. We've seen NCXCW presence on VCW television before, but never pay-per-view! The crowd continues to boo Julian Page, and he turns to focus on one young woman in the front row who's leaning on the guardrail, yelling at him, giving her a knavish grin.
J. Page: Hey, pretty baby... how'd you like to come by my hotel room later tonight for a good time? I know how to make a woman happy... just ask your sister.
The crowd's boos get louder. Paul Canyon seems to be getting impatient... but Julian Page notices, and a smirk spreads across his face as he turns to address Paul Canyon.
J. Page: And as for you... one of my hated arch-enemies, Paul Canyon. There's just one thing you really oughtta know by now... you and the rest of the Technicians have never been able to compare to the Hammer of the Gods, and that's not subject to change. We've been winning titles, winning matches, and moving on to bigger and better things, while you're stuck crying in a corner about how some girl ran out on you. As far as I'm concerned, I'm no longer proving a point by defeating you tonight... I'm just driving that point home into your thick head.
Paul Canyon didn't take kindly to that! He steps forward immediately, demanding that Julian Page bring it on, and Julian Page just smiles again, then tosses the microphone aside and steps forward for a lockup as Linda Peterson enters the ring, calling for the bell!
Julian Page
vs.
Paul Canyon
As the match opens, Paul Canyon demonstrates that he's a somewhat superior mat wrestler and athlete to Julian Page, winning most of the opening wrestling exchanges and taking him down with a few nice aerial moves. But in spite of having a little less technical skill and athleticism than Paul Canyon, Julian Page is still cunning, and always seems to know how to take advantage of his situation and regain the advantage. Furthermore, he has a clear plan in mind, working over Paul Canyon's right knee to try and slow him down. In contrast, Paul Canyon seems somewhat distracted as the match wears on, walking into a few cheap shots from Julian Page that turn the tide of the match, allowing Julian to gain the advantage, working over Paul Canyon's right knee viciously.
With Paul Canyon hurting, Julian Page goes for the DDT, but Paul Canyon sees it coming and counters that with a Northern Lights suplex! It only gets two and a half, and Paul Canyon goes on the offensive, looking to put Julian Page away with a quick, intense burst of offense... only to find that the condition of his right knee hinders his ability to do that! Rather than to shift gears and try to work around it, though, Paul Canyon seems to panic, tossing Julian Page out of the ring, then climbing to the top turnbuckle and leaping off for a flying cross bodypress... only to wipe out on the guardrail when Julian Page moves! Julian Page drags Paul Canyon to the steel ramp and gives him a DDT on it! That may have knocked him out cold, as Julian Page rolls him into the ring... but instead of going in after him for the pin, he pulls him groin-first into one of the ringposts, then puts on a figure-four leglock around the post! Linda Peterson begins to threaten disqualification after several seconds, so Julian Page comes back into the ring. He pulls Paul Canyon up into a standing headscissors, then hooks his arms... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACESLAM!! And now he grabs Paul Canyon's right leg and begins pulling back on it in a half Boston! Paul Canyon's barely conscious right now, and struggles feebly for a few seconds before tapping out.
Julian
Page made Paul Canyon submit to a half Boston in 0:11:52.
Rating: ** 3/4
Julian Page wins this one, and the crowd's booing loudly as he begins celebrating and posing for the crowd. This victory will no doubt inflate his ego even more... but we're not going to stay in the ring to watch his post-match celebration. Instead, we've received word that we're heading backstage, where a camera is with Christina Ellis and Melissa DelArmeggio.
Backstage...
Christina Ellis is sitting in a backstage dressing room, talking to Melissa as she gets dressed, having just had a shower. The camera joins the scene as Melissa DelArmeggio fastens the clasp on the back of her bra. She turns to grab a T-shirt, and Christina Ellis picks it up and hands it to her.
M. DelArmeggio: Thanks.
C. Ellis: No problem.
Melissa puts on the shirt, then whips her wet hair back, grabs a brush, and begins dragging it through a number of tangles.
M. DelArmeggio: I mean about everything. Coming in to save me from Amy just now, and just being here... it feels good just to have someone in the locker room who I'm on speaking terms with.
C. Ellis: I wish I'd stayed here more. VCW really wanted me to go to Japan and do a little work for SJW, maybe pick out a few of the younger ones for consideration... but I just didn't think Amy would go crazy like this. And those assholes Falcon and David...
M. DelArmeggio: I can't really blame them. I just want them to not try to kill each other, but maybe it's none of my--
C. Ellis: Don't worry about them trying to kill each other. We're all wrestlers here. That's how we solve things. It's kind of like a warrior code, like a matter of pride... you don't expect them to sit down with you and talk it out, do you?
M. DelArmeggio: Well... maybe. We could work it out together--
C. Ellis: All right, we'll do it your way. But first, let's go down to the Black Plague dressing room, so you can hug and make up with Amy Lin.
M. DelArmeggio: What!? After all that she's... oh, yeah. ... Okay, I see your point.
C. Ellis: Right. You want to kick her in the tits so hard her nipples end up sticking out her back. Stop worrying about the guys. Worry about YOU. The bookers are just dying to put you and Amy, one-on-one, on the card at Disaster Area... get the match and kick her ass, Melissa.
M. DelArmeggio: She always finds some way to get away. I just wish I could get my hands on her...
C. Ellis: I'll be in your corner at Disaster Area. It'll take more than Rebecca Black to get through me and save Amy from you.
Melissa DelArmeggio looks up, smiling a little bit, as the frustration clears from her face.
M. DelArmeggio: I appreciate that. You know... before the whole incident with Troy and Amy, how I used to get in all of those dangerous cage matches and street fights? I'm starting to feel up for something like that again. I don't think that woman knows what she just got herself into...
Christina Ellis smiles, pleased to hear that, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
So Christina Ellis will be watching Melissa's back as Melissa takes on Amy Lin at Disaster Area... that'll be one heck of a match, if it's signed. And knowing how the VCW booking committee works, it's a good bet that it will be. Right now, though, we're going to go into our next match, as "Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario comes out of the backstage entrance, along with Nicole, who is holding a croquet mallet. Both of the New Immortals will be competing in singles action tonight. Bobby Danson has a shot at Johnny Smiles's VCW Intercontinental Title, while Moy Lazzario will take on Bobby Danson's former tag team partner, Ken Collins. He enters the ring, with the crowd booing, and grabs a microphone.
M. Lazzario: Hi, I'm "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario. You may know me as one-half of the greatest tag team in history, the New Immortals, along with my partner, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. With me, as always, is our lovely female companion, Nicole.
Nicole smiles and waves at the crowd, fiddling with the croquet mallet with the other hand, and gets a round of boos in reply.
M. Lazzario: There are some people who don't recognize what's great when they see it... some people who don't approve of the New Immortals. In fact, there are some funky punk happy Jack IDIOTS who think that Ken Collins is a better wrestler than I am!
The crowd bursts into cheers, and a loud "WE WANT KEN!" chant begins. There are actually quite a few people who feel that way. Moy Lazzario glares around at them as he waits for them to quiet down a little.
M. Lazzario: Far from it. The old Immortals broke up because Ken Collins SUCKS. He couldn't cut it, and Beautiful Bobby was tired of carrying his weight... but now, he finally has a partner worthy of his abilities. That's me... I'm "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario, and I'm calling Ken Collins out here right now, so I can kick his ass!!
"Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing... and Moy Lazzario's about to get exactly what he asked for. The crowd bursts into cheers as "The California Crippler" Ken Collins comes out of the backstage area and begins walking to the ring! But rather than to be angry at Moy Lazzario, he almost seems amused as he enters the ring, then calls for a microphone.
K. Collins: You know, I haven't had a chance to smile much with all of the thinking about Chris Champlain and what happened to Stacey... so I just want to say thanks for bringing back some fun memories. I myself couldn't have chosen a better person to carry on as half of the Immortals... well, at least not anyone that that would have accepted. And Nicole... you're looking good these days.
Nicole steps forward, blushing and smiling.
Nicole: Thanks. You've really gone places too, since the last--
Moy Lazzario steps in, cutting off Nicole and getting in Ken Collins's face.
M. Lazzario: Listen... it doesn't matter how much you suck up to us. You're not getting back on this train to ride my coattails into stardom. You're still a loser, just like all of these corn-fed losers here in Cleveland!!
The crowd boos loudly, angered by that bit of misinformation.
K. Collins: We're in Indianapolis, first of all... and secondly, I think I've moved on from the Immortals... that's kind of why it's fun for me to see you stepping up into the role. Good job with the whole disrespectful, arrogant Immortal mindset, too. You're picking it up quickly.
Moy Lazzario seems caught off-guard by Ken Collins's friendly, congratulatory attitude, and seems to get frustrated.
M. Lazzario: Shut up about that. Look, you second-rate Moy Lazzario wanna-be, I'm trying to taunt you and start a fight here!!
In spite of Moy Lazzario's aggressive attitude, Ken Collins just chuckles and shrugs.
K. Collins: Alrighty. Why didn't you say so in the first place?
Ken Collins drops Moy Lazzario with a right hand to the jaw, earning an explosion of cheers from the crowd! Jerry Rogers enters the ring, calling for the bell, and this match is going to begin now!
"The California Crippler" Ken Collins
vs.
"Magnificent"
Moy Lazzario
w/Nicole
The match starts off as a brawl, with Ken Collins giving Moy Lazzario a sound thrashing both in and out of the ring, until Moy Lazzario finally begs off and asks for a lockup... only to get outwrestled by Ken Collins as well. Moy Lazzario stays in the match with a strong showing of his own wrestling skills, but after several minutes, things look bleak for Moy Lazzario until Nicole turns the tides with a somewhat reluctant trip from the outside. Moy Lazzario immediately goes after Ken Collins's neck, attacking it aggressively, trying to make the most of his advantage and control the match. But when Moy Lazzario puts on a camel clutch, Ken Collins just fights his way to his feet, with Moy Lazzario on his back, then slams back-first into the corner, breaking the hold and stunning Moy Lazzario!
With Moy Lazzario slumped in the corner, Ken Collins begins unloading on him with a series of chops. He works over Moy Lazzario's right arm and shoulder for a minute or two, then hits him with a few big suplexes and high-impact takedowns that set him reeling. Ken Collins plants Moy Lazzario with a shoulderbreaker, then goes up to the top turnbuckle... but Moy Lazzario pulls Jerry Rogers in front of himself before Ken Collins can go for the Flying Dropkick, and Nicole hits him in the back with the croquet mallet! Ken Collins falls off of the top turnbuckle, and now Moy Lazzario picks him up and hooks on a front chancery... and he hits the Slingshot Suplex! But he only gets two and three-quarters on the cover! Angered, Moy Lazzario picks him up and whips him into the ropes, then comes off the other side with a Thesz press, and starts hammering Ken Collins with big right hands! He pulls him up, kicks him in the gut, and goes for an Ace Crusher, but Ken Collins grabs his arm, sweeps his legs, then flows down into the California Crossface!! The crowd erupts in cheers, and Moy Lazzario begins tapping out immediately!! Moy Lazzario wins!
Ken
Collins made Moy Lazzario submit to the California Crossface in
0:15:24.
Rating: *** 1/4
Ken Collins is the winner, and if there was any doubt before, now it's clear that Moy Lazzario is no replacement for Ken Collins. The crowd's cheering loudly as Ken Collins celebrates this victory... but we're going to go backstage now, to the Technicians' locker room, where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by! Let's go to that now!
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is shown standing backstage with Owen Addison, Tim Bell, and Paul Canyon. Paul Canyon has showered and dressed in street clothes, but still seems a little worn down from his previous match with Julian Page as he sits on a bench near the other two.
Z. Adderloaf: I'm backstage with the Ontario Colour Show, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, and Tim Bell. We saw Paul Canyon's match with Julian Page earlier, and we know that Owen Addison will face David Wright Hubbard in a one-on-one match tonight. I'll address that in a minute, but guys, I have to ask... is there a lack of focus in the Ontario Colour Show these days?
O. Addison: It'd seem like there is, wouldn't it, Ziggy. I guess before we can get the titles back, we've got a little business to take care of. So Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon can go ahead and keep those belts warm for us for a little longer, because at Disaster Area, we're gonna deal with our problem. We're going to have a little tag team match against Brujah and Desmond. They've been a thorn in our side... especially Brujah... for way too long now. And if Jennie wants to try to stop us from eliminating this little problem... then she becomes part of the problem, and we eliminate her too.
Paul Canyon gets up from the bench, wincing at the pressure that standing puts on his leg.
P. Canyon: So what are we trying to do by taking this match? I don't like the idea of getting into a situation where we might hurt Jennie...
O. Addison: Well... to put it bluntly, we're trying to get a point through your head. Nobody else in this whole company seems to realize it, but this isn't some junior high social club... this is a wrestling organization. But the way it looks to me, your mind's been anywhere but in the ring ever since she stabbed us in the back for Brujah. She's the enemy now, and if it takes putting us in a situation where she's directly on the opposite side of the ring from us to drive that point home, then that's exactly what we need to do.
P. Canyon: I know I haven't really been at my best lately. But I don't think that putting ourselves in a position like this will help. She's still a friend, and--
O. Addison: You're not looking at the big picture here. First of all, she's NOT our friend. And second of all, thinking that she is our friend is killing your edge... and without that edge, we're not the team that we need to be. You need to look at her, and see the same thing you see when you look at Jasmina Chastity or Rebecca Black. Because that's what she is. You need to decide what's more important to you... continuing to believe that some street corner hillbilly whore is our friend, or continuing on as half of the greatest tag team in wrestling history.
Paul Canyon doesn't have anything to say in reply to that, just looking aside, then stepping back to sit down on the bench again, considering Owen's words.
Z. Adderloaf: Owen... I also wanted to ask you... you've got a match against David Wright Hubbard--
O. Addison: Oh, right. David Wright Hubbard. He's been going around, acting like a tough guy, trying to throw his weight around and keep his ego up after being the most disasterous, pathetic VCW World Champion in history. Most of the people who get caught in his wake these days, like Falcon or Melissa, I couldn't care less about... but then he tried to make an example out of Tim Bell, taking every cheap shot in the book because he's just not GOOD enough to hang in there with a Technician.
Tonight, David Wright Hubbard... why don't you just try to make an example out of me? All you do is hobble around on your bad leg, throwing punches and saying "whip your ass" like some kind of brain-dead hick... go ahead and give the world an example of how that stands up to the best damn technical wrestler in this company. You can listen to me. Tonight, I'm gonna whip YOUR ass, son... so if I were you, I'd forget about playing tough guy and concentrate on getting out of that ring tonight with enough left of your crippled leg to stand on.
Z. Adderloaf: Good luck tonight in that match. Now, Tim Bell... speaking of you, I wanted to get any comments you might have tonight, six days before Disaster Area. We know you've had some problems with Lance Errington in the past few weeks...
T. Bell: Yeah... he's laying low these days, hoping he'll get off easy, that maybe I'll forget about him... but I haven't forgotten. Maybe I'm not the kind of guy to come in swinging a chair to try to get my revenge... but I haven't forgotten a thing. He says I can't handle the truth... but I'm actually handling that pretty well. It's getting hit in the head with brass knuckles, having interference in my matches, and getting jumped by some mentally unstable, delusional nutcase that I don't handle well.
You want a little truth for yourself, Lance? Here's a little truth. If you make it a point to play these games with someone who's spent his life perfecting the craft of taking apart human beings with his bare hands, you'd better be ready for some consequences. I'm not going to run in on your matches with a chair or brass knuckles... I don't do things your way. That's not how I take care of business. Instead, I'm challenging you to come on down to Disaster Area for a match, one-on-one... and you're gonna find out just how a true professional wrestler takes care of business.
Z. Adderloaf: Thanks for your comments, everyone. Let's get back to the ring now, for a big eight-man tag team war!!
The camera fades out on the Technicians and Ziggy Adderloaf.
We're back in the ring, and "Domination" by Pantera is playing, as Stiff Competition and the Wrecking Crew come out of the backstage entrance, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd, and begin making their way to the ring! They climb inside, and all four of them look ready for this match. We know that they're always up for a fight, especially when it involves enemies like the ones they'll be facing tonight...
Now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, and that brings forth the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Hammer of the Gods, along with Jasmina Chastity, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers, to a wave of loud boos from the crowd. They don't seem to be doing much talking to each other or planning on the way to the ring... these two teams aren't exactly close friends, but they're united against common enemies tonight! They're entering the ring as well, and Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin this match!
Stiff Competition & Wrecking Crew
vs.
Hammer of the Gods
(Jacob Idol & Rob Solomon) & Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman
& Butch Manson)
w/Jasmina Chastity
Dean Sanders and Jacob Idol start off the match with a lockup and an armwringer by Jacob Idol, hoping to capitalize on the history of rotator cuff injury of Dean Sanders. Dean Sanders twists out of the armwringer and tries to pull Jacob Idol in for a short lariat, but Jacob Idol ducks and slides around back for a waistlock, but Dean Sanders breaks that with a back elbowsmash! Dean Sanders slips to the side, going for a Russian legsweep, but Jacob Idol wriggles partially free and blocks with an elbow to the ribs, then puts Dean Sanders in an abdominal stretch! Dean Sanders tries to hiptoss out of it, but Jacob Idol blocks the hiptoss by grabbing the ropes, then releases the stretch as he knees Dean Sanders in the gut, doubling him over, then grabs his head and takes him down with a reverse neckbreaker! Jacob Idol gets to his feet and smiles as he points to his head, indicating his mental superiority over Dean Sanders... but Dean Sanders gets up behind him, whirls him around by a shoulder, and knocks him off his feet with a hard right hand!!
As Dean Sanders points to his head mockingly, Jacob Idol quickly scurries to his corner and tags in Butch Manson, and from here the match quickly becomes more of a brawl than a wrestling match. Neither team emerges with a clear advantage as the brawl rages on for several minutes, with all members of both teams tagging in and out. Several minutes in, John Uldwall catches Rob Solomon by the throat on a flying axhandle attempt and drills him with a chokeslam, but only gets two and three-quarters on the pin! He tags in Blade, and they try to go in for the kill with the Breakdown, but Jasmina Chastity rushes over and trips John Uldwall as Jacob Idol leaps up and shoves Blade off of the top turnbuckle... right into a lariat from Rob Solomon!! That was a bit of a desperation move for Rob Solomon, and both men are down... Rob Solomon tags in Jacob Idol... but Blade tags in Bass Rogers!!
Jacob Idol backpedals as Bass Rogers comes in, but not quickly enough, as he's taken down by a powerful right hand blow. Butch Manson charges in, and in an amazing display of power Bass Rogers lifts him over his head in a Gorilla Press and pitches him into Rob Solomon as he comes in!! Butch Manson weighs over two hundred and fifty pounds, and Bass Rogers just tossed him like a basketball! Butch Manson and Rob Solomon are down in a heap, and Bass Rogers turns to run over Jacob Idol with a clothesline as he gets up... but now Jack Norman's in the ring, and he has a chain wrapped around his fist! He takes a swing at Bass Rogers, but Bass Rogers blocks, and knocks him off his feet with a massive right hand! Now the Wrecking Crew and Dean Sanders are in to help as well, and Bass Rogers reverts to Jacob Idol, whipping him into a corner, then following him in with a massive avalanche... but Jacob Idol moves! Bass Rogers collides with the corner and staggers back, and Jacob Idol leaps to the top turnbuckle... MOONSAULT BODYPRESS!! But Bass Rogers catches him!! Bass Rogers muscles him up on a shoulder and runs at the corner... and drops him face-first on the turnbuckle, shades of Kevin Nash!! Jacob Idol falls back on his back, and Bass Rogers drags him into position, then goes up to the turnbuckle... Jasmina Chastity jumps up on the apron, but Bass Rogers bellows ferociously at her, intimidating her for a second, then leaps... MOONSAULT!! Bass Rogers hit the Moonsault on Jacob Idol, and he hooks a leg as Dean Sanders and the Wrecking Crew continue to occupy the competition, and he gets the three-count!
Stiff
Competition and The Wrecking Crew defeated Hell's Bikers (Jack
Norman and Butch Manson) and The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol
and Rob Solomon) when B. Rogers pinned Idol with the Moonsault in
0:14:16.
Rating: 1/2*
The crowd explodes into cheers at the three-count, and Bass Rogers chucks Jacob Idol out of the ring, then aids Dean Sanders in disposing of Butch Manson, sending him to the outside as well. Rob Solomon and Jack Norman decide to withdraw from the brawl with the Wrecking Crew, sliding out of the ring to join their partners on the outside and help them to their feet. Hell's Bikers and the Hammer of the Gods are retreating backstage now, as Stiff Competition and the Wrecking Crew celebrate their victory in the middle of the ring, with the crowd cheering them on loudly! But right now, we're going backstage, where Johnny Smiles, Ken Collins, and the Heavy Metal Express are conferring prior to Johnny's upcoming VCW Intercontinental Title defense!
Backstage...
Johnny Smiles, Ken Collins, and the Heavy Metal Express, Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, are all hanging around in a room backstage as Johnny prepares to go out to the ring.
J. Smiles: In just a few minutes, guys, I've got my match against Bobby Danson. And as always, I'm going into it with my patented strategy.
M. Jannetty: Always kick out before the referee's hand counts to three?
J. Smiles: That's the one. See, Marty... you know my game plan too well. That's why you're such a dangerous opponent. It's a good thing you're using your powers for the forces of good. But anyway, yeah... I'm not worried about Bobby Danson--
L. Coverdale: Didn't he used to be Robert Danson?
K. Collins: Yeah, but I guess he shortened his name to get more of a "Midnight Express wanna-be" vibe going. Personally, I don't blame him... I had a lot of fun in the Immortals. There weren't as many sadistic psychopaths out to get us then, and I didn't have to worry about watching one of my friends get her neck broken...
Ken Collins trails off, his cheerful demeanor fading into a wounded sort of rage as he becomes tense and clenches his fists.
L. Coverdale: Don't let that keep you down. She'll get better, and I'm sure you'll give Chris Champlain a totally righteous beating at Disaster Area.
K. Collins: Believe me, I intend to do just that. ... I was meaning to say, though, to Johnny... I know you're not worried about Bobby Danson, and with all respect to my former partner... I don't blame you. But do you have a plan for Rex Richards at Disaster Area?
J. Smiles: Same one as always. I thought about setting a trap for him with a banana and a box that was triggered to fall on top of him when he grabbed it, but I decided that even though he's kind of like a big smelly gorilla, that maybe he wouldn't fall for it. Besides, in the preliminary test run of that trap I ended up getting hungry and I fell for it myself.
M. Jannetty: Oh yeah. Speaking of Rex Richards... Lars, I was meaning to ask, dude... in that match against Rex and Komachi, where'd you go? It's like, you were there... but then you weren't. And I was like "Whoa, dude!? Where are you!?"
L. Coverdale: You mean I didn't tell you? ... All right, get ready. You are SO not gonna believe this. I had SEX! With a CHICK!!
M. Jannetty: Righteous!!
Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale exchange a high-five, then Johnny Smiles exchanges a high-five with both of them. Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale briefly headbang and play air guitar. Even Ken Collins can't help but smile a little bit. A member of the backstage crew steps in, and seems surprised by the scene that he encounters.
B. Crew: Johnny... your match is up next. Get ready to head out.
J. Smiles: All right. I'll be right there.
Johnny turns to Marty and Lars as the headbanging and air guitar playing dies down.
J. Smiles: My match is up next. I'll head out now.
Johnny Smiles steps out of the room, leaving the Heavy Metal Express and Ken Collins there.
K. Collins: Congratulations, Lars... but didn't you kind of lose that match because of that?
M. Jannetty: Yeah, but he had sex with a hot babe! We lose matches all the time... who cares about that!?
L. Coverdale: Yeah, really.
Ken Collins just shrugs and smiles as the Heavy Metal Express continue to celebrate and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
It's never been any secret that the Heavy Metal Express aren't very focused on winning matches, and it's even less of one now. But now, we're going ahead to our next match. "Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and now here comes "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, along with Nicole. His tag team partner, the other half of the New Immortals, already had a somewhat unsuccessful match against the other original member of the Immortals, Ken Collins, but now Bobby Danson has an even bigger opportunity in just a few moments. He's going to be facing VCW Intercontinental Champion Johnny Smiles, one on one, with the title on the line. He enters the ring to the boos of the crowd and grabs a microphone.
B. Danson: Here I am in Indiana. And I have to ask... what in the name of the great Napoleon Bonaparte am I doing here? I mean, I'm "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, one-half of the New Immortals... one of two great wrestlers, half of a new and improved tag team, accompanied by the lovely Nicole... and this is Indiana. I mean, no offense, but all the states of America were countries, Indiana would be a Third-World Country... heck, maybe even a Fourth-World Country. Between your terminal loser sports teams and your population filled with toothless, drooling, ugly corn-fed rednecks, it makes me wonder... why did I even bother coming here tonight? Other than to win the VCW Intercontinental Title, I mean. But I'm gonna do that real quick and get out of here, and go somewhere that doesn't SUCK so much.
The crowd boos... but then "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Johnny Smiles comes out of the backstage entrance, wearing the VCW Intercontinental Title! He also has a microphone in his hand, and he stops at the top of the entrance ramp, with the crowd cheering him on as he raises the microphone...
J. Smiles: HEEEEEEERRRRRRRRREE'S JOHNNY!!
The crowd explodes into cheers.
J. Smiles: You know, Bobby Danson... you can spread all of the misinformation you want about Indiana, but there's one true thing you CAN say about Indiana... it's where the supreme reigning VCW InterJohnnynental Champion, yours truly, Johnny Smiles, was born and raised!!
The crowd lets out an even louder round of cheers.
B. Danson: Yeah, yeah. And these are your people, and it's time to win one for the hometown crowd, and all that good stuff. Johnny, my good man, that just doesn't cut the mustard with me. You're overlooking the simple fact... the fact that I'm going to beat you up, because my muscles are bigger than yours.
Bobby Danson kneels and flexes his muscles, showing off an impressive physique, but earning a chorus of boos from the crowd. Johnny doesn't seem too daunted.
J. Smiles: You say that now... but remember what happened when Crimson thought the same way?
B. Danson: Yeah. He beat you in four minutes with a blown-out knee in your only one-on-one match with him, then dominated you for weeks on end just a few months ago, culminating in a match that you won, but only because you capitalized on his offense and stole a quick victory over Julian Page.
J. Smiles: Um... oh, yeah. I guess that did happen, didn't it? Well, it's not gonna happen tonight!
B. Danson: Oh, yeah? Well, I think it is. Get in here, and let's fight!
J. Smiles: Those sound like fighting words to me!
Johnny Smiles tosses aside the microphone and rushes down the ramp, sliding into the ring... and gets ambushed by Bobby Danson when he tries to stand up. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this VCW Intercontinental Title match is on!
For the VCW Intercontinental Title:
Johnny Smiles (c)
vs.
"Beautiful"
Bobby Danson
w/Nicole
Bobby Danson starts off in control, dominating Johnny Smiles with his superior size, power, wrestling ability, and athleticism. Johnny Smiles makes attempts to come back, getting in some offense of his own, but it's never long before Bobby Danson takes the advantage back somehow. But before he gets careless and starts spending time posing and flexing his muscles... and he spends a little too much time that way, enabling Johnny Smiles to grab him from behind and give him a belly-to-back suplex, taking him down! Both men get up, and Bobby Danson charges with a clothesline, but Johnny Smiles ducks, then connects with a dropkick that knocks Bobby Danson down and out of the ring through the ropes. Nicole helps him up... but quickly screams and dodges aside as Johnny Smiles takes a running start and jumps out onto Bobby Danson with a plancha!
With the crowd cheering him on after the plancha, Johnny Smiles takes control in a brawl on the outside of the ring. The match goes back into the ring, and Johnny continues on a hot streak, keeping Bobby Danson down with a quick onslaught of simple, but effective moves. Johnny Smiles takes him down with a Russian legsweep, then goes for a power bomb, but Bobby Danson blocks it, and counters with a low blow! Johnny Smiles crumples into a heap, and Bobcat McGavin begins warning Bobby Danson... but then Nicole jumps up on the apron and catches Bobcat McGavin's attention herself, arguing with his warning somehow! As she does, Bobby Danson sees his chance, and reaches outside of the ring for the croquet mallet! Johnny gets up, and Bobby Danson swings for his head... but Johnny ducks, then pivots... SUPERKICK!! Bobby Danson drops the croquet mallet and goes down, and slowly pulls himself back up... but Johnny lifts him in a fireman's carry... SMILEDRIVER!! Bobcat McGavin's back on the job as Johnny covers, and he gets the three-count!! Johnny Smiles wins!
Johnny
Smiles pinned Bobby Danson with the Smiledriver in 0:09:20.
Rating: * 3/4
(Johnny Smiles retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)
Johnny Smiles has just defended the VCW Intercontinental Title again, as Bobby Danson rolls out of the ring and is helped backstage by Nicole. Bobcat McGavin raises Johnny Smiles's hand and gives him the VCW Intercontinental Title, and he raises it high above his head, posing to a loud round of cheers from the crowd... but we're going to go backstage once again, where David Wright Hubbard's on the way to the ring, preparing for his match with Owen Addison!
Backstage...
David Wright Hubbard's walking through the backstage area with a slight limp, dressed to wrestle and wearing a kneebrace on his right knee. As he does, he spies Falcon standing down the hall, talking to Lady Erica Whitmore, and a crafty sneer crosses his face as he begins stalking up to him, trying to catch him by surprise. As he does, though, Falcon turns around and sees him, and an angry look spreads across his face.
Falcon: What're you doing here?
Falcon obviously seems to know something's up, and David Wright Hubbard winces in disappointment at his failed sneak attack.
D.W. Hubbard: Not a damn thing. Besides, do you think I should be held accountable to you for what I'm doing!? I'm just minding my own damn business right here in this hallway. That's what I'm doing. And it ain't none of your business either.
Falcon: Yeah, whatever. Just get out of my face. I'll deal with you at Disaster Area, cowboy.
David Wright Hubbard grows angrier, stepping in close to Falcon again.
D.W. Hubbard: Look, you better watch your tone with me. I don't like your attitude.
Falcon: Get lost already, okay? I don't care what you think. I don't stand around and socialize with maniacs who try to bash my skull in with a wrench.
D.W. Hubbard: Well, then how's about I just whip your ass?
Falcon steps back, balling up his fists and preparing for a fight.
Falcon: What's stopping you? Come on!
D.W. Hubbard: I'll tell you what's stopping me... I got a match with Owen Addison in a few seconds, and I can't be late for it. It wouldn't take me but a minute or two to whip your sorry ass, but I don't have that kind of time right now. I'll whip your ass LATER.
David Wright Hubbard takes a few steps away, then whirls around to face Falcon again suddenly.
D.W. Hubbard: You hear that? It ain't because I got a bad leg. I ain't running from you. I just don't have time for this right now. We're gonna do it LATER. You hear me?
Falcon: Yeah, fine... whatever. Just get the hell out of here and go have your match.
D.W. Hubbard: It's good we both understand that. I ain't running from a fight. I just don't have time. I can't do it now. I'll do it later instead. That's what I'll do.
David Wright Hubbard turns and continues making his way down the hall, as Falcon and Lady Erica Whitmore stare after him. The camera fades out on the backstage scene.
David Wright Hubbard probably did the smart thing, avoiding a fight with Falcon tonight... he's going to have all he can handle against Owen Addison shortly. "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica is playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Owen Addison comes out of the backstage entrance, looking determined and ready for a fight. Like David Wright Hubbard, he seems to always have a chip on his shoulder, so it's not much of a surprise that he was quick to ask for this match after David Wright Hubbard's unsportsmanlike tactics in his match with Tim Bell. Owen Addison also has experience working in main-event level matches before... he has several matches against Troy and Gabriel Black under his belt, where he held his own with them quite well. He may just surprise everyone tonight... but at any rate, the crowd's solidly behind him as he enters the ring, then climbs to one of the top turnbuckles and poses.
But now "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins blaring over the sound system, and the crowd gives a mixed response of mostly boos as David Wright Hubbard begins making his way to the ring. He's still walking with a slight limp, but looking very angry and ready for a fight. That confrontation with Falcon backstage may have put him in an especially bad mood, and he doesn't waste any time sliding into the ring and going after Owen Addison! Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is beginning!
David Wright Hubbard
vs.
Owen Addison
David Wright Hubbard charges in roaring and punching, but that doesn't get him past Owen Addison's slick technical defense, as Owen Addison repeatedly takes him down, and begins going right after his right knee. David Wright Hubbard begs off, pointing to his knee and complaining about Owen's attacks on it, asking him to stop, but Owen Addison just laughs, then doubles him over with a swift kick to the kneecap. That actually earns some cheers from the crowd, and Owen Addison goes back on the offensive, assaulting David Wright Hubbard with the single focus of taking apart his right leg. David Wright Hubbard's pleas for mercy and attempts to counter-wrestle don't meet with any success, but a quick eye gouge does, enabling him to take control and get in a little offense of his own.
David Wright Hubbard attacks Owen Addison in a rage, and immediately begins stomping at his right shoulder. In between some punches, chokeholds, and generic power moves, David Wright Hubbard works over Owen's shoulder, driving his elbow into it repeatedly, introducing it violently to the ringpost several times, and executing a shoulderbreaker, occasionally stopping to yell "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!?" at him. Owen Addison fights back, using his superior wrestling skill and his own vicious streak to take the advantage several times, but David Wright Hubbard stays in the fight, coming back with cheap shots, power moves, and well-timed strikes, still giving Owen Addison's shoulder a beating. After getting in some more good offense, David Wright Hubbard puts on an armbar submission, and his size advantage makes it very difficult for Owen Addison to fight his way to the ropes, but he does after a long struggle.
David Wright Hubbard flies into a rage after Owen Addison's escape, and immediately goes after him aggressively, moving quickly despite a limp and a grimace of pain when he forces his right leg into action. He batters Owen Addison with a merciless flurry of power, but when he goes for a power bomb, Owen Addison reverses it with a Frankensteiner, then turns a back somersault upon landing, finishing on his feet at David Wright Hubbard's feet, and immediately grabs his right leg and turns him into a half Boston! The crowd erupts, and David Wright Hubbard yells out in pain and begins struggling for the ropes! He fights his way to the ropes after a fairly long ordeal, but when Owen Addison's forced to break the hold, David Wright Hubbard pulls himself to the outside of the ring, then flops down onto the floor, clutching his right knee and asking Linda Peterson for a timeout! Owen Addison decides he'll have none of that, and goes out after him, but David Wright Hubbard catches him with a low blow, then takes him head-first into the ringpost! David Wright Hubbard yells something at him, then grabs a chair... and against Linda Peterson's threats and protests, he raises it and bashes it down hard on Owen Addison's skull! That's an immediate disqualification!
Owen
Addison defeated David Wright Hubbard via disqualification in
0:12:44.
Rating: ** 1/2
David Wright Hubbard bellows incoherently at Owen Addison again, then begins driving the edge of the chair down into his right shoulder repeatedly... what the hell's gotten into him!? He seems to have snapped... but Paul Canyon and Tim Bell are rushing out of the backstage entrance, and even with the chair in hand, David Wright Hubbard's backing away, wanting nothing to do with them! They reach Owen's side and give David Wright Hubbard an angry stare as he withdraws, though they both kneel at their fallen teammate's side rather than to go after David Wright Hubbard. David Wright Hubbard's retreating backstage as the two other Technicians check on Owen Addison... and we're receiving word that Ziggy Adderloaf's standing by backstage with "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez! Good luck on this one, Ziggy...
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage, along with "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez and Rebecca Black.
Z. Adderloaf: Lorenzo... we've seen some pretty disturbing things from you lately. Crippling Stacey Lockman... your drunken stunts on April sixteenth... your insincere phony retirement--
L. Vasquez: Ziggy, just fuck off, you frail little son of a bitch. Do you think I care if you or anybody else is disturbed by what I do? Yeah, for a while I was believing it... thinking I'm in deep shit for running my mouth off a few too many times, or breaking the wrong little slut's neck... but honestly, just take a look at me. I'm Lorenzo Vasquez. You think anyone can stop me? I'll do whatever the hell I want, Ziggy. If I want to grab the cheapest little cocksucking whore in Beverly Hills and break her neck, I'll do it. If I want to say that Ric Flair is an old, fossil with flabby tits, I'll do it. And if I want to prove that the Barcelona Assassin is a better submission wrestler than a so-called technical master like Ken Collins or a so-called veteran great like Jimmy Lockman... hell, you can consider THAT already done.
Ask yourself this: who's gonna stop me? Falcon, tonight? Not likely. He's not half the man that I am. Just ask Rebecca. Then maybe Ken Collins? We already saw how that turned out. How many times have I beaten him? Twice? Three times? I lost count. Maybe mein Fuhrer, James Applebee? He can't do shit to me. Or maybe "Pretty Boy" Jimmy Lockman? Hell, I damn sure ain't getting beat up by some guy who calls himself "Pretty Boy", who bleaches his hair and struts around in sunglasses and a feathered robe... I'm gonna send him packing back to the Royal Orleans where he can run around in drag with the rest of the homos and his little fucking crippled princess, that little slut who was born with a dick in her mouth. Hell, forget the drag bars... after Disaster Area, the Barcelona Assassin is gonna be known for putting the whole Lockman family in the hospital.
Z. Adderloaf: You've certainly seemed to live by that--
L. Vasquez: Kiss my ass, Ziggy. I've got a match in a few seconds. Just shut your trap and watch what I do to Falcon.
Lorenzo Vasquez stalks away from the backstage scene, and Rebecca Black follows him as the camera fades out on a speechless Ziggy Adderloaf.
We're back at ringside now, and judging by what we've just seen, Lorenzo Vasquez is ready to start making more trouble tonight. For a time, he seemed like he was ready to lie low for a while, but he seems to have a renewed surge of courage... and that spells potential trouble for anyone who's not in the Black Plague. But right now, "Shame" by Rollins Band is playing, and that brings out Falcon, along with Lady Erica Whitmore, as the crowd cheers their entrance... and against him, Lorenzo Vasquez may be a bit out of his league. Lorenzo has shown that he can hold his own with anybody in the top echelons of VCW, but Falcon is a former VCW World Champion, and one of the mainstays of the upper levels of VCW competition. He definitely has a lot more experience in big matches, and that could make the difference tonight. Falcon and Erica enter the ring, and Falcon poses for the crowd on one of the second turnbuckles, earning another round of cheers.
With Falcon in the ring, "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent begins to play, and "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez comes out of the backstage entrance, along with Rebecca Black. The crowd immediately begins a huge round of boos, and Lorenzo Vasquez glares around at them with contempt as he walks to the ring, occasionally stopping to insult or threaten somebody along the way. He slides into the ring and immediately stands up, eyeing Falcon warily, and runs a hand over his tangled, greasy hair as he stares across the ring at Falcon with a mix of anticipation and caution. Outside of the ring, Rebecca Black gives Lady Erica Whitmore a nasty smile, raising an eyebrow at her. Jerry Rogers enters the ring as Falcon and Lorenzo Vasquez begin circling one another, and this match is beginning!
Falcon
w/Lady Erica Whitmore
vs.
"The Barcelona
Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez
w/Rebecca Black
Falcon and Lorenzo Vasquez start off matching technical wrestling ability, and in this area they seem pretty evenly matched. Both men manage to take the advantage briefly, but each time the other will find a counter soon and go back on the attack against the other. Lorenzo Vasquez seems to decide to switch tactics after several minutes of even competition, and he chucks Falcon out of the ring, then goes out after him. He rams Falcon shoulder-first into the ringsteps, then forcefully wraps his right arm around the ringpost, but when Lorenzo Vasquez whips Falcon into the guardrail, Falcon springs up to the top of the guardrail, then leaps off backwards to take Lorenzo Vasquez down with a Falconsault!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Falcon goes after Lorenzo Vasquez, pummelling him on the outside, though it's clear that some damage was done to his right arm by Lorenzo Vasquez's earlier attacks.
Falcon takes the match back into the ring and starts turning up the heat, taking Lorenzo Vasquez down repeatedly with an onslaught of quick, explosive offense. After taking Lorenzo Vasquez down with a belly-to-back suplex, Falcon goes up to the top turnbuckle and perches there, waiting for Lorenzo to get up and turn around... but Rebecca Black jumps up and grabs his ankle, causing him to fall crotch-first on the top turnbuckle! Lady Erica Whitmore begins protesting to Jerry Rogers, but as she does, Rebecca Black tosses a chair into the ring, and Lorenzo Vasquez grabs it and whacks Falcon over the head with it as he sits straddling the top turnbuckle!! Lorenzo Vasquez tosses the chair out of the ring as Jerry Rogers turns around, and he climbs to the top turnbuckle with Falcon, then hooks him... SUPERPLEX!! After that, and the devestating chairshot, this could be over! Lorenzo goes for the pin... and Falcon gets a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths!! That was as close as they come!!
Lorenzo Vasquez jumps up, angrily confronting Jerry Rogers about the count, but quickly decides it won't do any good. He turns back to Falcon and hauls him to his feet, then blasts him with a kick to the midsection! Falcon's doubled over, and Lorenzo Vasquez takes him down with a single-arm DDT, then floats into the Barcelona Armbar!! Lorenzo Vasquez has Falcon in the Barcelona Armbar in the middle of the ring! Falcon begins struggling, slowly fighting his way to the ropes... but he's a long way away, and Lorenzo Vasquez is sadistically leaning back, putting more pressure on his arm and shoulder! Falcon fights and struggles, getting closer... and he grabs the ropes to a huge burst of cheers! Lorenzo Vasquez is immediately forced to break the hold!!
Lorenzo Vasquez is clearly starting to get frustrated, but he's staying on Falcon, pulling him up near a corner of the ring and hooking him for a tiger suplex... but no, Falcon squirms, fighting the hold, then runs up the turnbuckles in the corner and kicks off the top, flipping out behind him and putting on a waistlock! Lorenzo Vasquez swings an elbow back at him, but Falcon ducks, still clutching Lorenzo's waist as he turns around, then takes him down with a belly-to-belly overhead suplex! Both men take some time to get up, but Falcon's up first, clutching his battered right arm and shoulder, which may have been strained by the effort of the suplex. He runs into the ropes and leaps up for the Falconsault... but Rebecca Black pulls the middle rope aside, and Falcon sails through the ropes, out of the ring, crashing on the floor!
Jerry Rogers questions Rebecca Black about that, but a shocked expression of false sincerity appears on her face as she proclaims her innocence. Lorenzo Vasquez hauls Falcon back into the ring, with his comeback cut short, and clobbers him a few times to keep him down. He whips him into the ropes, then runs into the other side... and Lady Erica Whitmore trips Lorenzo Vasquez!! Both Lorenzo Vasquez and Jerry Rogers turn towards Erica, accusing her, and her attempt at mimicking Rebecca Black's mask of innocence is spoiled by a mischievous smile that spreads across her face. Falcon's up, and Lorenzo Vasquez spits at Erica and yells some sort of profanity, then turns around... RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK!! Falcon caught Lorenzo Vasquez right on the jaw, and he drops down to cover him... and that gets three!!
Falcon
pinned Lorenzo Vasquez after a superkick in 0:14:02.
Rating: ***
Lorenzo Vasquez kicks out at three and a half, but that's not good enough... Falcon has just won this match! He winces in pain, with his right arm dangling limply at his side, as Jerry Rogers raises the left one in victory... but on the other side of the ring, Lorenzo Vasquez is up, cursing and complaining violently... and Rebecca Black hands him a chair! Lorenzo Vasquez turns around with an evil grin, raising the chair... and Lady Erica Whitmore yells out a warning, but Falcon just turns around in time to get a chair smashed across his face! Falcon goes down, and Lorenzo Vasquez drops the chair and pulls him up again... DDT ON THE CHAIR!! Falcon may be out cold after that!
The crowd boos, and Lady Erica Whitmore cries out in dismay... but Rebecca Black rushes her and tackles her to the floor! Falcon's down and out on the mat, and Rebecca Black hammers Lady Erica Whitmore with a few punches, then rolls her into the ring! Lorenzo Vasquez grabs Lady Erica Whitmore by the hair and lifts her up, smiling sadistically. Rebecca Black looks up at him, motioning for the Destiny Driver... and Lorenzo Vasquez nods, with a cruel smile on his face! He lifts Lady Erica Whitmore for the Destiny Driver, kicking and screaming... no, not this! Not again!! The crowd chants for Falcon, hoping to revive him in time to stop this, but he's not getting up after the DDT on the chair... but Rebecca Black grabs Lorenzo's wrist, stopping him, and protests!!
Lorenzo Vasquez sets Lady Erica Whitmore down on her feet, still holding her firmly by both wrists, as he looks at Rebecca Black in confusion. She's evidently telling him not to do it... but then she kicks the chair over to Lorenzo Vasquez's feet, and motions for him to give her the Destiny Driver on the chair!! No, damn it!! This is going way too far! Lorenzo Vasquez rolls Falcon's unconscious form out of the ring by kicking him... then he smiles again, and starts to lift Erica for the Destiny Driver again, as the crowd boos... but a well-dressed man is sprinting out of the backstage entrance! JIMMY LOCKMAN!! "Pretty Boy" Jimmy Lockman is charging out of the backstage entrance in a three-piece suit, and he slides into the ring!
Lorenzo Vasquez drops Lady Erica Whitmore and charges Jimmy Lockman, taking a swing at him... but Jimmy Lockman ducks, then opens up on Lorenzo Vasquez with a series of jabs and chops that send him rocking back. Lorenzo Vasquez is reeling, and Jimmy Lockman catches Rebecca Black with a back elbow to the face as she rushes him from behind, then drops to his knees and gives Lorenzo Vasquez a low blow! Lorenzo Vasquez collapses to the mat, clutching himself as if a double-barrelled shotgun just unloaded a pair of twelve-gauge slugs into his crotch... but Jimmy Lockman grabs his legs, holds them spread again, and kicks him square in the groin, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd! He's still holding a leg, and stepping around... FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK! The crowd explodes into cheers!!
Jimmy Lockman has Lorenzo Vasquez trapped in the Figure-Four Leglock... but Rebecca Black gets up and lunges forward with an elbowdrop... but Jimmy Lockman releases the hold and rolls out of the way, then grabs Rebecca Black as she gets up, takes her down with a kneebreaker, and grabs her leg... and he puts her in the Figure-Four Leglock, to an even bigger roar of cheers from the crowd!! Lorenzo Vasquez rolls out of the ring, clutching his groin and his leg, as Rebecca Black screams in pain and thrashes around, trying to escape the Figure-Four Leglock... and finally Jimmy Lockman lets her go, then chucks her out of the ring into Lorenzo Vasquez. Rebecca Black and Lorenzo Vasquez pull themselves to their feet and start limping backstage, and Jimmy Lockman grabs a microphone, with the crowd still cheering him on.
J. Lockman: LORENZOOO VASSSQUEZZZ!! What's the matter now, champ!? I heard you talking before the match... you think you can take this Pretty Boy!? Get in here! Go on, drag your greasy butt back in here, and let's see what you got, kid. But if you don't want some now, then just you wait until Disaster Area... so help me God, I'm gonna rip your leg off and shove it up your ass, pal.
The crowd cheers, and Lorenzo Vasquez is still retreating backstage with a limp, wanting no part of Jimmy Lockman, as he paces in the ring, his face red and sweating as he stares at Lorenzo Vasquez.
J. Lockman: You just go ahead and run, then... you got six days left. Six days! If I were you, I'd drag myself down to the retirement homes, go to all the wrestlers who are retired with career-ending knee injuries with my name on 'em, and tell them "You gotta help me... this Sunday, 'Pretty Boy' Jimmy Lockman's gonna snap me like a twig!" There's a list a mile long of the legs I've broken... Bob Jones, John Whitney, Tom Lock, Barry Austin... you name it, if they were in the NCWA, they were on their backs, yelling out, "Please, Pretty Boy! I've had enough! I quit!!" and they were laid up in the hospital, with broken legs and broken dreams, thanks to me, because I'm "Pretty Boy" Jimmy BY GOD Lockman, and I'm the most ruthless, low-down, dirtiest, rottenest son of a bitch you ever laid eyes on!!
The crowd cheers, and Lorenzo Vasquez just stops at the top of the ramp, staring into the ring uncomfortably, as Rebecca Black tries to reassure him at his side. Jimmy Lockman continues to stare at him, bristling with rage as he speaks.
J. Lockman: You see... ANYONE who stood between me and the championship gold got the Lockman treatment, but you're different. This is more important than a thousand championship belts. When you put your hands on Stacey, when you grabbed my daughter, picked her up, and broke her neck... by God, I'm gonna KILL you, you son of a bitch!! You ain't going to no retirement home, you're going to the Promised Land!! I'm gonna kick your ass, I'm gonna break your legs, and then I'm gonna wring your scrawny neck with my bare hands!! You're dead meat, Lorenzo... DEAD MEAT!!
Lorenzo Vasquez stares into the ring in horror, but Jimmy Lockman's gaze shifts to Rebecca Black as his rage seems to give way partially to a cocky, aggressive smile.
J. Lockman: And Rebecca... ha... I didn't forget about you either. After you're done begging for mercy, I'll find something for you to do with that big mouth of yours besides all that whining and yakking, baby.
The crowd laughs, but Rebecca Black just gives Jimmy Lockman the middle finger, then grabs Lorenzo Vasquez and leads him backstage. Only "Pretty Boy" Jimmy Lockman would follow a series of impassioned death threats by making a pass at his victim's lover. On the outside of the ring, Falcon's finally getting to his feet after being knocked out, but Jimmy Lockman doesn't seem to care much about him. Instead, he just stops to check on Lady Erica Whitmore, giving her a lecherous sizing-up even as he inquires to her well-being, then leaves the ring and heads backstage. Shortly after, Erica helps Falcon to his feet on the outside of the ring.
Falcon and Lady Erica Whitmore are heading backstage now, but Falcon's still a little out of it after being knocked out after the match by Lorenzo. They step through the backstage curtain... and Falcon falls backwards after getting hit with a massive right hand! The owner of that hand, David Wright Hubbard, steps out of the backstage area and nails Falcon again as he attempts to stand, then crouches over him and begins hammering him with a series of right hands! Lady Erica Whitmore screams for him to stop, but David Wright Hubbard takes a careless swing at her, causing her to jump back in fright. The crowd boos, and finally David Wright Hubbard steps off of Falcon's motionless body, and demands a microphone. What the hell is he thinking!?
D.W. Hubbard: I told you, you stupid idiot... we were gonna fight later. I didn't have time before... but now this is later, and you just got your ass whipped. I told you I'm not scared of you, boy, and I just proved it by whipping your ass. And if you show up at Disaster Area, I'm gonna do it again. How do you like me now!?
David Wright Hubbard tosses aside the microphone and heads backstage, with the crowd booing after him, as Lady Erica Whitmore kneels at Falcon's side. He may think he had to do this to prove his courage after backing down from Falcon earlier... but he didn't prove anything! Falcon was still barely conscious after taking a DDT on a chair, and couldn't even defend himself. David Wright Hubbard had to know that... what's he trying to prove by attacking under those circumstances? Falcon's still down... but right now, we're going to go backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with Sandis Arlington and the Grave Digger as they prepare to confront Troy Black and Tony Garcia in the main event match next! Let's go to that now!
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is shown standing backstage with Sandis Arlington and the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger. Tension is clear in the room... not only is Ziggy intimidated by the massive Grave Digger, but the Grave Digger and Sandis Arlington seem to have visible animosity between them.
Z. Adderloaf: I'm backstage with a somewhat unlikely team, consisting of Sandis Arlington and the Grave Digger. The two of you have spent considerable time, both in SMCW and VCW, as mortal enemies... but tonight, you're facing common enemies in Troy Black and Tony Garcia of the Black Plague. Can you work as a team well enough to overcome those enemies tonight?
Sandis Arlington gives Ziggy Adderloaf a glance of mild disdain before answering.
S. Arlington: Does it matter? I've pinned Troy Black just one week ago... and as long as we're dealing with the facts, I should mention that the Grave Digger likewise pinned Tony Garcia to win his title. The reverse can't be said for our opponents. We are the superior wrestlers. The whole world, minus Troy Black himself, now knows that I'm a superior wrestler to him. I proved it last week, and at our Cage Match at Disaster Area, I'll give final, undeniable proof of that. And this gigantic gorilla that's my partner... again, it has to be said that he has proven that he's a superior lumbering brute to Tony Garcia. So, knowing that, how can you even wonder which team's walking away as winners tonight? Just consider tonight as another shovel of dirt thrown upon the coffin of the old, dead myth that Troy Black is the greatest wrestler in the world.
The Grave Digger glares down at Sandis Arlington as he finishes speaking.
G. Digger: Sandis... just remember what happened when you tried to take a title belt from this lumbering brute. And if you need a reminder... you can try to take THIS title at any time.
Sandis Arlington meets the Grave Digger's intimidating glare defiantly, but neither does he try to deny the Grave Digger's words.
G. Digger: As for Tony Garcia... it's fitting that we should talk about throwing dirt upon caskets. At Disaster Area, when we meet in the Casket Match... it'll be quite clear to him that, like death itself, his seperation from the VCW World Title is final and irreversable. For too long, I made my own morals and dignity a second priority behind serving someone else... but now, the desire to take all that back, to defy the Black Plague and crush them, drives me like no other force. The old Grave Digger, the monster behind the mask, is dead and buried. But what I have become is even more formidable, even more deadly than the monster ever was. After Tony Garcia has his appointment with the Reaper... after I've finished my work at Disaster Area... he'll be SIX... FEET... UNDER.
Ziggy Adderloaf backs away from the Grave Digger as his eyes seem to glaze over in a deathlike stare. Sandis Arlington still seems unintimidated, but he still takes a step back. Without another word, the Grave Digger turns and begins heading for the ring entrance, and Sandis Arlington turns to follow him as the camera fades out on the backstage entrance.
We're back at ringside after that telling interview and we're about to see our main event match! The lights are replaced by dim silver-blue lights, and "Favorite Things" by Incubus begins playing, bringing out Troy Black and Tony Garcia, accompanied by Rebecca Black and Amy Lin. The crowd explodes into deafening boos as they enter the ring, and Troy Black poses on the top turnbucle to an even louder round of boos from the crowd, then steps down and grabs Amy Lin, kissing her in front of the fans. Meanwhile, Tony Garcia calls for a microphone and gets one. What's he going to say?
T. Garcia: Grave Digger... are you trying to scare ME!? You think I'm scared? Let me tell you something. So you're the Grave Digger... how many people have you REALLY buried? How many people did you really put in the ground? You're all talk, my friend. Me... I've been in this business for twenty-five years. I've beat the hell out of a whole bar full of Hell's Angels... I've broken men's arms so the bone sticks out of the skin... I've done stuff I can't tell you about on live TV, because if the cops heard me say it I'd be in maximum security for the rest of my life. Look at me, Digger... I'm the real deal. I ain't no big kid in a big costume, talking about burying caskets... you put me in a back alley with any man in the locker room, and they ain't walking out of there. I don't care if it is a damn casket match... I'm gonna kick your big ass like you ain't never had anyone do, and I'm taking my belt back. You're the one who needs to be scared, Digger. You better be plenty scared of me.
The crowd boos, but you can't deny that it's not a good idea to sell Tony Garcia short. He has years and years of experience behind him, and may be as much of a force as the Grave Digger himself... but as "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins playing and Sandis Arlington and the Grave Digger come out to the cheers of the crowd, the confidence in Tony Garcia's face seems to wash away. Troy Black steps back, conferring with Amy Lin and Rebecca Black as he eyes Sandis, but Tony Garcia's just staring at the Grave Digger. He's determined and ready to fight, but it's clear that facing a man this much bigger than himself is something that he's not totally comfortable with... and that only becomes more clear when the Grave Digger steps in over the top rope and stares across the ring at Tony Garcia, towering over him by nearly a foot. Brendan Powers is in the ring now, calling for the bell, and we've got a match!
Black Plague (Tony
Garcia & Troy Black)
w/Amy Lin & Rebecca Black
vs.
Grave Digger & Sandis Arlington
Tony Garcia gamely starts out matching power with the Grave Digger, and it doesn't work out so well. The Grave Digger is clearly the stronger of the two men, and he muscles Tony Garcia around, and knocks him off his feet with a huge shoulderblock after whipping him to the ropes. Tony Garcia tags in Troy Black, who comes forward to fight the Grave Digger, but he has no more luck thant Tony Garcia, getting tossed around and mauled by his much larger opponent. The Grave Digger takes firm control of Troy Black, unleashing a devestating hail of offense on him, then tags in Sandis Arlington, who starts working Troy Black over as well.
Sandis Arlington beigns trying to soften up Troy Black's neck, no doubt wanting to weaken him for their battle this Sunday. Troy Black fights back, using his own considerable skills to gain the upper hand several times, but each time Sandis Arlington regains control, staying on Troy. He doesn't tag out to the Grave Digger once, preferring instead to attack his rival himself. But the tide turns when Amy Lin trips Sandis Arlington from the outside, unseen by Brendan Powers, and he stumbles forward into a spin kick from Troy Black that catches him right in the throat. Sandis is down, and Troy Black wisely tags in Tony Garcia, then steps out for a rest.
Tony Garcia notices Sandis Arlington clutching his throat and gasping for air as he gets up, and immediately hones in on that taking Sandis Arlington down and choking him repeatedly, wrapping his hands around Sandis's throat or grinding a forearm down on it. Several times, Brendan Powers warns Tony Garcia, each time getting ignored... it seems like Tony Garcia's more intent on wearing down Sandis Arlington than winning this match! Troy Black tags back in next, and he continues the offense, nailing Sandis Arlington with one of his deadly throat jabs, then later giving him a Hotshot. This could be a very good, if unsportsmanlike and potentially lethal, strategy for Troy Black... the Black Dagger is a fistdrop aimed for the throat! He's probably trying to set Sandis up to crush his throat!
Sandis Arlington tries to fight off Troy Black and Tony Garcia as they take turns assaulting him, but each time he seems to get an opening, something goes wrong; his opponents catch him before he gets to the corner for a tag, or Rebecca Black distracts Brendan Powers and causes him to miss Sandis Arlington's tag to the Grave Digger. Finally, Troy Black plants Sandis Arlington with a double arm DDT, then draws a thumb across his throat and climbs to the top... he jumps off with the Black Dagger, but Sandis Arlington rolls out of the way! Troy Black punches the mat, and gets up, shaking his fist in pain, but goes after Sandis Arlington with a spin kick... but Sandis ducks, slips behind him, and grabs his waist... BACKDROP DRIVER!! The crowd erupts... Sandis Arlington just planted Troy Black right on his head, but he's down now, and unable to capitalize!
Both men are down after that, and Sandis is the first to start to stir. He begins dragging himself to his corner, as Troy Black remains down on the mat... no, he sits up!! Troy Black just sat up like a zombie, and he gets up and tags in Tony Garcia... but Sandis tags the Grave Digger!! The Grave Digger and Tony Garcia both enter the ring, and start trading blows, as the crowd explodes into cheers... and the Grave Digger gets the better, driving Tony Garcia back, then whipping him into the ropes and nearly decapitating him with a massive Yakuza kick as he comes off the ropes! Troy Black charges in, but the Grave Digger gives him a massive knee to the gut, then lifts him over his head in a Gorilla Press... he pumps him up in the air a few times as a display of power, then tosses him down onto Tony Garcia as he gets up!! Troy Black and Tony Garcia go down in a heap, then begin to get up again... but the Grave Digger grabs each man by the hair and bangs their heads together! They both go down!
Troy Black rolls out of the ring, but the Grave Digger's not letting Tony Garcia get away that quickly. He picks him up in a cobra clutch... CRADLE TO GRAVE!! That might have done it, but the Grave Digger's not taking any chances... he's signalling for the Burial!! He lifts him up... but on the outside of the ring, Troy Black just grabbed the wooden axe handle! He nails Sandis Arlington with it as he comes over to intervene, taking him down, then slides into the ring behind the Grave Digger, as he positions Tony Garcia for the Burial... and he hits him in the right shoulder with the axe handle! The Grave Digger drops Tony Garcia, but that's an instant disqualification!
The
Grave Digger and Sandis Arlington defeated The Black Plague (Troy
Black and Tony Garcia) when Digger beat Garcia via
disqualification in 0:12:37.
Rating: ** 1/4
The match is over... but the Grave Digger turns around, eyeing Troy Black with the axe handle in his hands! He steps towards him with a gleam of unholy malice in his eyes, and Troy Black nails him in the shoulder with the wooden axe handle again!! The Grave Digger winces in pain again, but doesn't hesitate in reaching out with the other arm and grabbing Troy Black by the throat!! The crowd explodes into cheers, as the Grave Digger lifts Troy Black for a chokeslam... but Tony Garcia's up behind him, and he nails him with a low blow!! The Grave Digger doubles over and drops Troy Black, who picks up the wooden axe handle and bashes it across his shoulder again! The Grave Digger turns and staggers... right into a lariat from Tony Garcia that knocks him off his feet! Now Sandis Arlington's up on the outside... but Rebecca Black comes from behind him and nails him with a low blow!!
Tony Garcia takes the Grave Digger down with an armbar takedown, then puts on an armbar submission... and Troy Black rolls out of the ring, grabs Sandis Arlington, and tosses him inside! The Grave Digger's trapped in an armbar on one side of the ring, and on the other side Troy Black brings Sandis Arlington down with a double arm DDT!! Troy Black goes up to the top turnbuckle... BLACK DAGGER!! The Black Plague lost this match, but now they're destroying their opponents in the aftermath! Is this what we can expect at Disaster Area!? What kind of shape will Sandis Arlington and the Grave Digger be in for Disaster Area, after this assault!? We're out of time!! See you this Sunday on pay-per-view!!