Monday Night Wrestling 05/21/00 (VCW 121)
Welcome, VCW fans! Just one night after Disaster Area, we're coming to you live from the Mecca Arena in Wisconson! We're expecting some big things tonight in the fallout from Disaster Area. We'll see two new debuting superstars, Tommy Hustle and "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper, go one-on-one tonight. Bass Rogers will go one-on-one with Chris Champlain!! David Wright Hubbard, with his knee holding together by a thread after last night's match, will take on "The California Crippler" Ken Collins! And we know that the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, is here in the arena already, perhaps ready to step up to the next challenge after disposing of Tony Garcia last night!
We'll see all that, and more... but wait just a second! Right now, we've received word that there's a disturbance backstage! We've got the cameras on it, and lets take a look at that right now!
Backstage...
Crimson is shown walking backstage, eyes darting around and scanning the area for victims as he stalks through the hallway. A door opens in front of him, and a man in a VCW backstage T-shirt steps out, along with a boy of perhaps fourteen years old.
Boy: Wow, it's Crimson! Hey, could I have your autograph!? You're one of my favorite wres--
Crimson: Shut the fuck up.
Crimson cuts the boy off, nailing him with an open-handed slap that sends him sprawling to the floor, but the man steps forward angrily.
Man: Hey, you big jerk, you've got a lawsuit on your hands for that! You're just a big, lazy slug with no respect for this business or its fans--
Crimson reaches out and grabs the man by his throat, then lifts him up and drills him down on the stone floor with a chokeslam. Leaving him in a motionless heap, he walks through the door, into the backstage catering area, where numerous backstage people, and a few wrestlers, are dining at several tables. Brian Rivera is sitting down at a table there, and notices him entering instantly.
B. Rivera: Hey, Crimson! Good to see you, bubba! What up, Big Dirty!?
Brian Rivera gets up, reaching up for a high-five with Crimson. But instead of slapping his hand against Brian's, Crimson wraps his hand around his throat, then lifts him and chokeslams him through the table. He turns and walks away, heading out the door again as the shocked diners in the catering area stare after him, then continuing down the hallway as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
Wow... evidently Crimson has taken last night's loss to Randy Savage pretty hard, because he's going on a rampage backstage! Could he be starting up the Homicide Road Tour again!? With Crimson in this sort of mood, nobody's really safe. We're going to put that behind us now and go for our first match. Russel "The Muscle" Taylor is already in the ring, though we've received reports that his tag team partner, the Super Giant Ninja, turned up missing today. We do not know where he is, and because of that Russel Taylor's here alone. But he has a microphone... what's this about?
R. Taylor: Attention... ladies and gentlemen... before my match begins, I have an announcement to make. I was supposed to meet the Super Giant Ninja at the nearest Denny's restaurant for lunch today... and that didn't happen. In fact, as near as I can tell, the Super Giant Ninja has disappeared completely. So... if any of you have seen the Super Giant Ninja... he stands about seven feet two inches tall, and is dressed in a black ninja suit... if any of you have seen him, please report it to me or the local police department as soon as you can! Together, we'll find him again!
The crowd gives a lukewarm round of boos... most VCW fans would prefer that the Super Giant Ninja stays gone. Now "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and that brings out "Doctor" Dave Adams, accompanied as usual by Nurse Vivacia. Last night, they defeated Salvaje Demonio with the use of dirty tricks, cheap shots, and Nurse Vivacia's naked posterior... tonight, however, Dave Adams has a somewhat easier task ahead of him, one can't doubt. He steps into the ring, and so does Jerry Rogers, who calls for the bell to begin this opening match!
"Doctor" Dave
Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia
vs.
Russel "The Muscle" Taylor
Dave Adams starts off in control, but Russel Taylor fights back. His enthusiastic, but basic offense actually works for a brief time against Dave Adams, sending him reeling with several clotheslines and catching him off-guard with a quick, intense burst of power and speed. But Russel Taylor runs into the ropes one too many times, and Nurse Vivacia trips him, causing him to stagger forward into the Doctor's Orders for the three-count.
Dave
Adams pinned Russel Taylor with the Doctor's Orders in 0:01:24.
Rating: 1/2*
That'll be that... Dave Adams slips out of the ring, exchanging a hug with Nurse Vivacia, then raises his hands in victory and begins parading backstage, with the crowd's boos echoing behind him. Dave Adams has gone, and Russel Taylor is still flat on his back, trying to get up... but hold it... we've received word that we're going to show some footage now... and allegedly, this footage is from... "The Imperial Palace of Arkanov"!? What the hell!?
In the Imperial Palace of Arkanov...
A lavishly decorated room made of dark, smooth stone, lit by several brightly burning candelabras, is shown. It appears to be some sort of royal throne room, as two guards in spiked black plate armor stand beside a large ebony throne with skulls at the armrests. On the throne sits a tall, pale woman with black hair, wearing black lipstick and a black silk dress trimmed with silver, as well as several pieces of silver and diamond jewelry. The most impressive of these is a silver necklace bearing a large diamond fragment on it. Suddenly, a magical portal opens in the room, showing the multicolored, swirling image of an alternate reality, and four men in ninja suits step in, carrying the bound and gagged form of Sophie, the former valet of "Double R" Rex Richards. The face of the woman on the throne smiles with evil triumph at this site, as the portal closes.
Woman: So... you have succeeded.
One of the ninjas steps forward and nods.
Ninja: It was not a challenge, Queen Morgana. Her allies betrayed her, leaving her weak and defenseless.
The woman, Queen Morgana, rises from the throne, coming closer to the bound and gagged Sophie, who the ninjas have placed on the floor.
Q. Morgana: Truly? Well done, my subjects. You will be rewarded. Now... free her from her bonds.
One of the ninjas nods and draws forth his ninja-to, a small, thin sword, which he uses to cut the ropes binding Sophie with expert skill. She scrambles to her feet and pulls off the gag, looking around fearfully.
Sophie: Where am I!? What are you doing with me here!?
Q. Morgana: Silence, ignorant whelp!!
Sophie flinches back briefly, as if prepared to flee or fight, but then she breaths in deeply and hangs her head.
Sophie: It doesn't matter anyway. I don't know what you and the ninjas and the bad warriors around here want, but it doesn't matter. My heart has been crushed like a rose in a petrified garden under the cruel heel of betrayal, and I have drowned in the endless seas of despair and solitude. Now all that's left is for all the little fishies to swim up and take bites of me until there's only bones left. So go ahead and sacrifice me in your dark super ninja ritual demon ceremony or whatever you want to do, because I don't really want to go on living anyway if Rex doesn't like me.
Q. Morgana: Ha! You should be so lucky. But I may be mistaken. Tell me... what are you?
Sophie: A woman.
Queen Morgana yells out angrily and slaps Sophie across the face, scratching her cheek with her sharp fingernails and causing her to yelp in pain, then glare up at Queen Morgana briefly before lowering her head again in hopelessness.
Q. Morgana: Tell me now, wretch, what are you!?
Sophie: I'm a professional wrestler from San Diego, California. My name is Sophie Lennon Jukodo.
Q. Morgana: Are you telling me the truth? Do you honestly not know who I am and why you're here!?
Sophie listlessly shakes her head, not even looking up at Queen Morgana.
Q. Morgana: I would not truly believe that you were Princess Sophia of Bonarbor, if my magic did not tell me it is so. And yet... the ultimate test is the fragment of the Royal Diamond. It will not lie...
Queen Morgana lifts up her diamond necklace and holds it to Sophie's forehead, and the diamond begins glowing brightly. Queen Morgana smiles triumphantly at that, snatching the diamond away and replacing it around her neck
Q. Morgana: YES!! It is you! I know who you are, Princess Sophia... and I suggest that you cease these ridiculous lies and learn the value of cooperation.
Sophie: But I'm NOT a princess or anything! Look, I don't know what you're talking about, lady... just use your stupid ninja swords to kill me already and get it over with!!
Q. Morgana: Your foolish ruse tires me. I know who you are, Princess Sophia. More importantly, I know that you know the location of the Eternal Stone. I need this Eternal Stone, princess. If you tell me now where it is, I will give you the clean death that you request. Otherwise...
Queen Morgana grabs a large iron rod with a black opal at the head of it from a case on the wall, then brandishes it at Sophie menacingly.
Q. Morgana: ... I may have to use some tools of persuasion.
Sophie: Listen... okay? First of all, I don't know what you're talking about. Second of all, I'm not LIKE THAT. And third of all, even if I was like that, I'm not going to suddenly magically know what you're talking about no matter HOW good you are at using that weird dildo on me!!
Queen Morgana pauses for a moment, raising her eyebrows in a puzzled, amused stare, then smiles.
Q. Morgana: My dear Princess Sophia... this is an agony rod. It stimulates the pain sensors in your body. It can bring you a little pain...
Queen Morgana thrusts the rod into Sophie's shoulder, and the opal head glows slightly as she screams and jumps back, clutching her shoulder, only to be grabbed and restrained by the ninjas.
Q. Morgana: ... Or a lot of pain.
Queen Morgana jams the rod sharply into Sophie's stomach, and she collapses to the ground as the ninjas release her, screaming and convulsing uncontrollably, as the opal glows brightly. Queen Morgana finally pulls the rod away from Sophie, and she continues to lie on the floor, gasping for breath.
Q. Morgana: I will leave this in the hands of my minions, and order them to make your every moment a limitless void of PAIN... interrupted briefly by sudden flashes of slightly less pain. When you are ready for the mercy of death, you will tell me where I can find the Eternal Stone. Super Giant Ninja!!
The Super Giant Ninja walks onto the scene, then stands at attention before Queen Morgana. Sophie is still on the floor, twitching and gasping for breath.
Q. Morgana: Take her away and guard her cell with your life.
The Super Giant Ninja nods, then slings Sophie over his shoulder and carries her away. Queen Morgana stares off after her, smiling wickedly.
Q. Morgana: Yes... the royal blood runs true, and Princess Sophia is a strong one. She may hold out for days, or even weeks... but I have waited years for this very day, and I am prepared to wait longer.
Queen Morgana returns to her throne, smiling, as the scene fades out...
What in the HELL was that all about!? We know where the Super Giant Ninja is now, and we also know what became of Sophie after ninjas abducted her last night... but nobody quite knows WHAT to make of that!! Russel Taylor's up, in the ring, staring at the ViolenTron screen in horror... and he grabs a microphone!
R. Taylor: Super Giant Ninja!! How... how could you do this!? This is terrible! How grave!!
He throws down the microphone, staring at the ViolenTron screen, then rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage, still looking like he can scarcely believe what he's just seen. That's just NOT the sort of thing one expects to see on a typical wrestling show. But we're going to be moving along now, onto the sort of thing that we do expect to see tonight. Specifically, two new recruits to the VCW roster will face each other in one-on-one competition right now!
"The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing, and that's bringing out the first man in this match, a fairly tall, slim young man known as "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper. He runs to the ring and slides inside, getting weak applause from the crowd and a few scattered cheers from female fans, then executes a series of handspring backflips, culminating in a complete somersault backflip, and spreads his arms wide to scattered cheers from the crowd. He seems a little bit nervous as he stares out at all of the people assembled in the stands, but he still looks determined to do well for himself as he turns to watch the backstage entrance.
Now "Stuntman" by 24-7 Spyz begins playing over the sound system, and here comes his opponent for tonight, Tommy Hustle! He's also a fairly small competitor, though he has impressive upper body muscle definition for a man of relatively small size. He makes his way to the ring a little more slowly, stopping to slap hands with a few fans, then climbs inside and goes into a boxer's stance, shadow-boxing for a few seconds, then raises his hands above his head in a pose for the crowd. They give him a small round of cheers, and unlike Quinn Harper, he seems a little more confident and composed. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!
"Skyhawk" Quinn Harper
vs.
Tommy Hustle
They start out with a few quick exchanges of technical wrestling and quick moves and strikes. They appear to be pretty evenly matched, but rather than looking like two technically great, nearly-equal wrestlers, it appears that neither man appears to know quite what he's doing. They trade the advantage often as the match progresses on, working with a lot of energy... but when Quinn Harper goes for an Asai moonsault, he misses the middle rope completely and falls out between the top and middle rope! He manages to catch the top rope with his hands, skins the cat back in, and then leaps onto the middle rope and comes off with the intended Asai moonsault, but in the process Tommy Hustle stands there like an impotent idiot, waiting for him, and the crowd groans a bit there.
The match picks up as Tommy Hustle sends Quinn Harper spilling to the outside, then leaps out onto him with an impressive flying cross bodypress to the floor, getting a pop out of the crowd. They brawl outside of the ring a bit, and Tommy Hustle retains the upper hand, rolling Quinn Harper back into the ring, then leaping onto him with a springboard Thesz press for a count of two and a half after cradling the legs. Soon after, Quinn Harper briefly makes a comeback by countering a backdrop attempt with a Rocker Dropper, but that ends when he goes up for a 450 splash, only to wipe out when Tommy Hustle rolls out of the way! Tommy Hustle takes the advantage again, and finishes Quinn Harper shortly with two rolling German suplexes followed by an impressive Backdrop Driver that sends Quinn to a motionless heap on the mat! With that, the three count is academic, and Tommy Hustle wins!
Tommy
Hustle pinned Quinn Harper with the Backdrop Driver in 0:06:50.
Rating: * 3/4
The crowd gives Tommy Hustle a mild round of cheers as he poses in the ring, then helps Quinn Harper back to his feet and shakes his hand. Both of these young men showed a lot of energy and athleticism, but not a lot of polish, and Quinn Harper's bungled Asai moonsault marred this first impression somewhat as well. Still, perhaps once they overcome their nervousness and get used to competing in a VCW ring, these two men will have a chance to improve. They leave the ring and head backstage together, as the crowd continues to give a mild round of applause for their effort.
We're going backstage now, where we understand Ziggy Adderloaf is present for an interview as David Wright Hubbard arrives in the arena with his wife Michelle! Does he know that he's facing Ken Collins tonight? What does he have to say about it? Good luck on this one, Ziggy... let's find out now!
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is shown waiting backstage, as suddenly the door to the parking lot opens. Michelle Hubbard steps in and holds the door open for David Wright Hubbard, and he walks in, using a crutch to support his right leg as he walks. He looks at Ziggy Adderloaf and immediately winces in disgust.
D.W. Hubbard: Oh, Jesus H. Christ, you mean you want a damn interview right now!? Look at this! My leg is nearly shot! I can't hardly stand, and you want a damn interview!
Z. Adderloaf: Well, um... I'll make it quick, Mister Hubbard. I promise. First of all, I just have to ask... what on earth motivated you to take the low road that you did last night in your match with Falcon, with Michelle taking the superkick for you?
D.W. Hubbard: God damnit... why'd you have to go and open up that little situation again!? I spent all last night getting my ass chewed out for that... look, okay!? It ain't my fault. That dirty son of a bitch Falcon took a cheap shot at my wife, and I whipped his ass for it. That's all you need to know!
M. Hubbard: Bullshit. You pulled me right in the way!
D.W. Hubbard: Well... hey, look, even if I did, what's wrong with that!? Look, you've done retired. But me, I still have to get up and go to work today. Don't go giving me shit... I'm the one who puts bread on the table here, and I did what I had to do, okay!?
M. Hubbard: Yeah, sure. You just tell yourself that when you're sleeping on the couch for the next month.
D.W. Hubbard: Oh, so you're gonna play that card on me, huh? Look, woman, I got a pair of hands and a tube of Vaseline, and I don't give a--
Z. Adderloaf: Whoa!! Hold it! Let's change the subject here... did you know that you're gonna wrestle Ken Collins tonight?
David Wright Hubbard's face explodes into a wide-eyed stare of panic as he jumps back, accidentally falling away from his crutch and falling over on the floor. He yells out in pain, then begins trying to get up, and Michelle Hubbard looks down at him and sighs, then lends a hand to help him up. He gets up and grabs the crutch again, leaning on it as he turns back to Ziggy Adderloaf in disbelief.
D.W. Hubbard: Oh, no, I ain't! Look, boy, there ain't no way in hell I'm wrestling Ken Collins like this. I'm a hurt man! Last night, Falcon not only attacked my wife, he tried to end my career... I ain't in NO condition to go wrestling Ken Collins. You just get some suit from the committee down here to tell me I'm wrestling Ken Collins, and I'll whip that man's ass, snatch that little contract outta his hands and wipe my ass with it, you understand me!?
Ziggy Adderloaf backs away from David Wright Hubbard nervously, but Michelle Hubbard just rolls her eyes.
M. Hubbard: Fine, then. We're going home. You can just take and spend a few more weeks laying on the couch moaning about how you can't do nothing, if you won't wrestle.
D.W. Hubbard: Hell, I believe that's EXACTLY what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna go home and rest my knee, and you can go and make me some biscuits and vegetable soup and nurse me back to health so I can get out there and start paying the bills again.
M. Hubbard: Yeah, okay. Come on, you big baby... let's get out of here before you make a bigger ass out of yourself.
David Wright Hubbard turns to leave, but before he can, "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez limps onto the scene.
L. Vasquez: Hey, hold up. I'm glad I caught you... I got something to ask you.
David Wright Hubbard turns back around to face Lorenzo Vasquez, raising an eyebrow.
L. Vasquez: You're taking on Ken Collins tonight, right? Well... look. The shape your knee's in... it's partly our fault. You know, with me and the Black Plague and all... so maybe I can make it up to you. We should talk.
D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, it is a little bit your fault... but unlike Falcon and the rest of these assholes, I admire that you can admit it, and you want to do right by it now. Come on, let's go have us a little chat. Michelle, go ahead and carry my gear to the locker room... me and Lorenzo have some business to take care of.
David Wright Hubbard and Lorenzo Vasquez walk away, both limping, as Michelle Hubbard just glares after David Wright Hubbard, then storms off down the hall, looking irritated.
We're back in the ring... what's that all about? Could Lorenzo Vasquez and David Wright Hubbard be planning a trap for Ken Collins? We know that David Wright Hubbard's been prone to take any shortcut he can find, in these past few weeks... but does that include stooping to work alongside the Black Plague? We don't have time to dwell on that now, because we're about to get ready for our next match!
"Through The Never" by Metallica is playing, and here comes Tim Bell of the Technicians, to a modest crowd pop. Last night, he was rather unsuccessful in his battle against Lance Errington, and he's walking with a limp as a result of that. Lance Errington's deviousness and disregard for the rules was the deciding factor in that match, and as a result, Tim Bell comes to the ring hurt tonight. He climbs inside, walking with a limp, and clasps his hands over his head in his usual crowd pose, getting a round of cheers. He seems determined... but he's also injured, and he has one HELL of a tall order in his match tonight.
Now "Walk" by Pantera is playing... and here comes a man who we already know is in a bad mood. Here comes Crimson, who last night was defeated by "Macho Man" Randy Savage in a match that'll go down as the Macho Man's last VCW performance. We already saw at the top of the show that Crimson's in a foul mood after Disaster Area, which traditionally hasn't been a very successful event for him... and from the look in his eyes as he walks out of the backstage entrance, he's still in a very dangerous state of mind. The crowd boos as Crimson comes to the ring, then climbs in over the top rope and advances on Tim Bell, cracking his knuckles in preparation for a fight. Linda Peterson's in the ring, calling for the bell, and this match is on!
Crimson
vs.
Tim Bell
Crimson charges in mindlessly at the beginning of the match, and that proves to be a mistake when Tim Bell outwrestles him and takes the upper hand. Working through the pain in his leg, Tim Bell strikes hard and strikes fast, trying to capitalize on the beating Crimson took last night and knock him out again quickly before he can retaliate with some of his crushing offense. Crimson gets in a few good blows and moments of offense, but Tim Bell does his best to avoid them and hit hard in return, expending a lot of effort to take the big man down with a number of suplexes, while avoiding the use of wear-down holds, knowing full well that Crimson's capable of just powering out of those.
After a couple minutes, Crimson comes back and annihilates Tim Bell with a series of massive moves, including a gutwrench suplex and his ragdoll full nelson slam. He goes for a big boot, but Tim Bell ducks under the kick, then pivots and nails him with a savate kick! With Tim Bell's leg still hurting from last night, it's not enough to send the big man down, but it is enough to stagger him long enough for Tim Bell to hit a Frankensteiner for a two count. Tim Bell puts Crimson on the top turnbuckle and goes to follow it up with the top-rope Frankensteiner, but this time Crimson doesn't go over... he muscles Tim Bell back up, then DRILLS him to the mat with a top-rope power bomb!! Tim Bell is laid out, but Crimson picks him up by the throat and gives him a brutal Chokeslam anyway, before finally putting a boot over his chest for the academic cover.
Crimson
pinned Tim Bell with the Chokeslam in 0:04:39.
Rating: * 1/4
Tim Bell has been laid to waste... and now Crimson's rolling him out of the ring with his foot, and demanding a microphone. A ring crew member gives Crimson a microphone instantly, not wanting to risk further unleashing his wrath. Crimson raises the microphone and glares around at the crowd, which is booing him loudly, and chanting "MACHO MAN!"... that really seems to bother him.
Crimson: Chant all you want, but until I showed his old, crippled ass a little mercy, that bald-headed piece of shit was dead. I had that fossilized fucker beat... and I let up on him just a little bit. So then his old hag of an ex-wife comes in and saves him... they should consider themselves real damn lucky that I didn't kill both their asses.
The crowd boos... that's not QUITE what happened. At one point, Crimson did seem to have Randy Savage beaten last night, but he didn't let up on him out of mercy... he did it because he was sadistically toying with him.
Crimson: I learned my lesson, though. I ain't showing no mercy to anybody. The Homicide Road Tour's back in full swing, and anyone who ends up in my path is a potential pile of roadkill. I'm just a little pissed off, and I'm gonna go fucking apeshit until I've had my satisfaction. I don't care if you're a great technical wrestler, or if you think you're some kind of hard-ass, or if you do a lot of flipping, flying top-rope moves... hell, I don't care if your ass is seven feet tall and you're the Grave Digger himself! If you end up anywhere NEAR me, I'm gonna fuck you up hardcore. So if you cross my path, and I leave you bloody, half-dead, and crippled in some corner... you just consider yourself lucky I didn't finish the job.
The crowd boos, but Crimson's throwing down the microphone and heading backstage now, with the sadistic hatred and frustration still burning in his eyes. As he makes his way backstage, we understand that there's a camera backstage on the VCW Television Champion, Brujah! Let's take a look at that now!
Backstage...
Brujah is shown sitting on a sofa in a backstage lounge, along with Jennie. He's sitting and talking to her while rubbing her neck and shoulders. As he does, she yelps suddenly and pulls away.
Brujah: What's wrong?
Jennie: ... I guess you touched a sore spot. She really kicked my ass last night. And then, later, with the chair--
Brujah: Sorry about that.
Jennie: I know that accidents happen. It's not your fault. But I'm still a little sore. I think it's mostly from the match with Virginia.
Brujah: I should've come in sooner.
Jennie: No... I took the match, and I knew what I was getting into. You were right to stay out until it was over.
Brujah: Maybe. ... I guess.
Brujah seems a little bit distant and filled with thought, and that's not lost on Jennie as she turns to him with an eyebrow raised.
Jennie: A lot on your mind?
Suddenly, the door opens, and Rebecca Black walks in before Brujah answers the question.
R. Black: I thought I'd find you here. Listen, I have some stuff to tell you. You know that Troy's not here... Lorenzo's making a deal right now, and Tony... well, he's going to take care of Desmond tonight.
Brujah: I figured that was coming.
R. Black: I know he's your friend, but we just can't excuse what happened last night.
Brujah: Yeah, I know.
Jennie: Well, I'm sure that maybe there's something--
R. Black: Troy himself called me from home and said he didn't want to see Desmond still active on the VCW roster when he came back. Desmond's as good as dead now.
Jennie: That's just not right. Brujah, can't you do something?
Brujah: You know, I don't like this either, and--
R. Black: Wait. You haven't seen where I'm going with this. Troy, Tony, and Lorenzo all have their own plates full, and we have a job for you that I think you'll like. It's in the main event. It's a World Title match, one-on-one, with the Grave Digger.
Brujah immediately bolts up, his eyes flashing from their thought-filled haze to an eager, predatory look.
Brujah: You're giving me the Grave Digger, for the VCW World Title, tonight!?
R. Black: We figure you're ready for it. Tony just tried it last night. Now it's your turn.
Jennie: Brujah... this isn't a good idea. He'll hurt you.
Brujah turns to Jennie with a stare of disbelief.
Brujah: He'll hurt ME!? No... I'll hurt HIM. I've been waiting for this ever since that night in SMCW. I destroyed him in the middle of the ring, and I never got a shot at his World Title after the fact. Now it's a different time, and a different title... but I'm finally here. This time, when I beat him... I beat him for the World Title.
Jennie still seems unconvinced, but Rebecca Black just smiles.
R. Black: I knew you'd be happy with this. This is YOUR night, Brujah. You're the one who's been chosen to bring back the title and chase that backstabbing son of a bitch out of our wrestling company. Personally, I know I can hardly wait. I'll be around if you need anything before the match.
Brujah: Yeah, okay.
Rebecca Black leaves the room, and Jennie stares after her briefly, then turns back to Brujah.
Jennie: You're sure about this?
Brujah: I've been waiting for this moment since before I came to VCW. I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
Jennie: Well... what about Desmond? Can't you do anything to help him?
Brujah: I could charge down to the ring and clock Tony in the head with a chair when he goes to deal with Desmond. But think about the consequences. They'd come after me, then... and I could deal with that. But they'd come after you, and I COULDN'T deal with that. Desmond did what he had to do, and stood up to them. I don't agree with it, but I admire that, a little bit. But I have to do what I have to do. I already made your friends hate you... the least I can do is try to keep you safe.
Jennie: I hope he'll be all right.
Brujah doesn't say anything, just putting an arm around Jennie and holding her gently as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
We're seeing more uncertainty and mixed feelings in the Black Plague... but in the midst of that, we're seeing what promise to be two eventful confrontations. We now know that Tony Garcia plans to confront Desmond tonight, and we also know that in our main event, the VCW Television Champion, Brujah, will go one-on-one for the VCW World Title against the Grave Digger. Brujah's been wanting this match from day one in VCW... what an confrontation it'll be when it finally happens tonight!!
We've got another confrontation coming up now... "What U Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker begins playing, and here comes Brian Rivera, accompanied by Stormy Weathers... and he still seems a little shaken up after getting Chokeslammed through the table. And he's as terrible a dresser as ever, coming to the ring in a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert T-shirt with a tuxedo jacket on over it, a pair of blue swimming trunks, and a Daniel Boone coonskin cap, complete with the tail in the back, in addition to his usual purple Nike high-tops. He seems to be whining to Stormy about having to work this match, but Stormy just throws up his hands helplessly and shrugs. Brian Rivera rolls into the ring and grabs a microphone... this should be different.
B. Rivera: Let me tell y'all something. I think I need the day off. Backstage, I got my ass Chokeslammed through a table, and that put a hurtin' on me like I ain't never had. I think I need to take the day off, go on back to the hotel, get me a bottle of Jack and a Best of the Jerry Springer Show tape, and get some rest and REEEEEEEElaaaxation, bubba!!
The crowd boos... but then the cheers start as "War Machine" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system, and Dean Sanders steps out of the backstage entrance. He has a bandage on his forehead after being severely opened up in his brutal match with Butch Manson. He's making his way to the ring without any hesitation, and it doesn't look like he has any intention of giving Brian Rivera the day off! He climbs inside, and Brian Rivera backs up, putting his hands up in protest as he raises the microphone.
B. Rivera: Hold up, man... I'm A-okay with you British folks, you know? I just want to take me the day off, and hell... maybe you and me can get some British ale or something. I'll let you pick up the tab, because you're all rich and shit... you know, get some of the good strong-ass stuff, get a little shitfaced... tilt one back with me, dog! Know what I'm talking about!?
Dean Sanders just gives Brian Rivera a confused glare, then starts to advance on him.
B. Rivera: Whoa! You take one more step towards me, son, and I'm gonna tune your punk ass like you're a violin and I'm Charlie fucking Daniels, you understand me!? You wanna get on my toll-free hotline... my number's 1-800-WHOOP ASS, my friend, and you can dial it up any time. I'm finna take the day off, and I don't got time for your bullshit, you Goddamn limey Boston Tea Party-lookin' son of a bitch.
Dean Sanders turns to the crowd, looking at them with a disgusted, puzzled expression on his face... and Brian Rivera rushes forward and jumps him from behind!! The crowd boos, and evidently Brian Rivera changed his mind about taking the day off, because he continues to stomp and pound away at Dean Sanders as Brendan Powers calls for the bell to begin this match!
Brian Rivera
w/Stormy Weathers
vs.
Dean Sanders
Brian Rivera controls the match early on, but with his superior wrestling ability Dean Sanders regains control, then aggressively begins working over Brian Rivera's back. It becomes clear that he's still hurting from the Chokeslam earlier, as the damage accumulates, but Dean Sanders keeps up the abuse, fighting to win. On the outside of the ring, they begin brawling, and still Dean Sanders holds the advantage, fighting with more intensity and precision than Brian Rivera... at least until Stormy Weathers comes from behind and turns the tides by clobbering him from behind. Brendan Powers just missed that, and naturally Stormy denies everything when he's questioned... but that just gave Brian Rivera the advantage.
Back in the ring, Brian Rivera shows that he's no slouch in the wrestling department either, pulling out several nice moves and showing just how much of his talent was wasted in his days as Kid Rave. The match gets bloody when he rips the bandage off of Dean Sanders's head and pummels him ruthlessly, re-opening the wound. Brian Rivera's obviously fatigued and hurting, but he keeps the advantage, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!!" before leaping off... FLYING LEGDROP!! But when he covers it only gets two and three-quarters! He goes for the Bitch Slap, but Dean Sanders counters the double underhooking of his arms with a full nelson, then executes a dragon suplex!! Brian Rivera somehow kicks out at two and nine-tenths, but Dean Sanders follows that up by pulling him into a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! He covers Brian Rivera, and that puts him down for three!
Dean
Sanders pinned Brian Rivera after a power bomb in 0:06:17.
Rating: **
Dean Sanders is bloody and a little bit haggard after that match, but he pulled it off, beating Brian Rivera decisively! Perhaps the accumulated damage from Crimson's earlier Chokeslam didn't hurt, either... but the fact remains that Dean Sanders has won this match! He rolls out of the ring, with a triumphant grin on his bloody face, and heads backstage, raising his hands high above his head to the cheers of the crowd. Before we go to our next match, we're going to go backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf is with the Ontario Colour Show, who will meet the Heavy Metal Express in that match! Let's hear it, Ziggy...
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage in a dressing room with Paul Canyon and Owen Addison, the Ontario Colour Show. Tim Bell is also in the room, sitting on a bench behind them as he tries to recover from the beating he took from Crimson.
Z. Adderloaf: Last night, guys... you faced the team of Brujah and Desmond, and your results there have to be considered a success--
O. Addison: Hold it, Ziggy. I don't consider it a success. Whether the two of us can defeat Brujah and Desmond on any given night... that shouldn't even be a question. The goal last night was to establish exactly who's on which side... and we didn't do that. Paul... I can't help but notice, you seemed more concerned with helping Jennie than focusing on our match. We can't have that. Maybe this time we still won. But now that she KNOWS you're gonna do something like that, what's to stop her from accidentally "twisting her ankle" the next time you have Brujah in trouble in a match?
Paul Canyon turns to Owen Addison with a plainly irritated glare.
P. Canyon: Look, she's not gonna do that. We won last night, and if we work together we can win tonight. But she hasn't done a thing that makes me think she's not still our friend. Okay?
O. Addison: No... that's not okay. My number-one priority is being on top of the VCW tag team division, and I need to know we're on the same page here. We're the best tag team in this whole company, and you can't go holding us back by getting your priorities out of order. I want--
P. Canyon: I understand what you're saying... but see if you understand this. I have my priorities in order, and it's not the same order as yours. You've got a choice of your own to make... you can either have a tag team partner who's gonna stick his neck out sometimes for people who are his friends, or you can look for a different tag team partner. Now, do you understand THAT?
The tension in the room is high as Owen Addison looks at Paul Canyon in silence, neither wanting to back down nor risk setting him off and making him angrier.
O. Addison: Just as long as it doesn't become a problem.
P. Canyon: It didn't last night, and it won't tonight. But if and when it does... there's no anchor holding you here by my side. It isn't all about the wrestling here. To be a great team, you also have to be good friends. Let's just make sure that doesn't change.
O. Addison: Don't worry about that. ... We've got a match against the Heavy Metal Express in a few seconds. Let's get going.
Owen Addison and Paul Canyon nod to each other, then walk off the scene. Ziggy Adderloaf turns to Tim Bell, who's still sitting on the bench, resting after the abuse he took from Crimson.
Z. Adderloaf: Tim Bell... before I go. You don't look well, and you haven't had a lot of success lately... but what's your plan for turning things around in the coming weeks?
T. Bell: Ziggy, I'm not the sort of man to make excuses, and the fact is that I'd just as soon consider myself done with Lance Errington. But the way I was trained, whacking your opponent in the kneecap in a sneak attack before the match isn't part of a wrestling competition. I'm...
Suddenly, the locker room door is kicked in, and Crimson steps inside. Tim Bell whirls to face him, but he's too slow to move, and Crimson catches him with a right to the that staggers him, then grabs him by the throat. Tim Bell kicks and struggles, but it's futile as Crimson lifts him high in the air, then Chokeslams him through the bench he had just been sitting on. Crimson looks down at Tim Bell, lying in the wreckage of the bench, with disgust.
Crimson: Guess you just got a second helping, you piece of shit. And you...
Crimson turns to Ziggy Adderloaf, with a sadistic glare in his eyes, causing Ziggy to cower in terror in the corner.
Crimson: ... You just stay out of my way, interview boy, or your ass is grass too.
Ziggy Adderloaf continues to cower in the corner as Crimson stalks out of the room angrily.
The Technicians are having their problems... it seems like the Ontario Colour Show has different priorities among the two seperate members, and this is now the second time tonight that Tim Bell has been laid out by Crimson! We're about to see if the Ontario Colour Show will hold together in spite of it all... but first, "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison is playing, and that brings out Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, the Heavy Metal Express, to a decent pop from the crowds. They enter the ring and begin headbanging and playing air guitar to their entrance music, and the crowd continues to cheer. They beat the New Immortals last night in tag team competition, but now they have a slightly taller order ahead of them...
And "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica is playing now, bringing out the Ontario Colour Show, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon! The crowd cheers for their entrance as well, and they're headed to the ring quickly. They climb inside and pose on opposite top turnbuckles, getting even louder cheers from the crowd, then step down, preparing to do battle with the Heavy Metal Express! Jerry Rogers is in the ring to officiate, and this match is starting now!
Ontario Colour Show
vs.
Heavy Metal Express
The two teams trade exchanges of quickness, technical ability, and team wrestling in the early minutes, and the Ontario Colour Show comes out just a bit better in those exchanges. Lars Coverdale keeps up pretty well in many cases, but Marty Jannetty doesn't seem to be quite on the level of his opponents, though he makes a respectable showing. After several minutes of generally having the upper hand but not controlling the match, the Ontario Colour Show manages to isolate Marty Jannetty in their half of the ring. Owen Addison decides to work on his right leg, perhaps to neutralize the Sweet Chin Music or set up a submission, and begins savagely working over Marty's knee.
But when Paul Canyon comes in, he doesn't display the same single-minded, almost sadistic aggression, only giving his knee a few token strikes in between other takedowns. Owen Addison tolerates this for a while, occasionally yelling "GO AFTER HIS KNEE!!" from the apron, which prompts Paul Canyon to give it a few blows, before shying away from that tactic again. Furthermore, he seems reluctant to tag Owen in... perhaps he doesn't want to risk hurting Marty Jannetty to win the match!! Again, Owen yells at him from the apron, and this time they seem to be arguing! But as they argue, Marty pulls himself to his corner... and he makes the tag to Lars Coverdale!!
Owen Addison visibly winces with disgust and cuts the argument short to slap Paul Canyon's hand in a self-made tag, then charges in to meet Lars Coverdale... but he goes down to a dropkick! The crowd gets behind Lars as he goes wild in the ring, displaying amazing quickness as he holds off both members of the Ontario Colour Show long enough for Marty Jannetty to come back in! But after a few seconds, Owen Addison dumps Marty Jannetty to the outside, and comes after Lars Coverdale again, grabbing him from behind and giving him a German suplex for two.
Owen hits Lars Coverdale with a few more heavy moves... and now he's motioning for Paul Canyon to go up to the top turnbuckle! Paul Canyon nods, then goes to the top turnbuckle, as Owen Addison pulls Lars Coverdale up on his shoulders... they're looking for their elevated flying somersault neckbreaker! But Paul Canyon seems to miss that cue as he gets to the top turnbuckle, instead seeing Marty Jannetty getting up on the outside... and thinking to cut that off, he leaps out at him with a flying axhandle... but Marty Jannetty dodges out of the way, and Paul Canyon crashes to the guardrail!! Owen Addison stares down in shock, with Lars Coverdale still on his shoulders... but Marty Jannetty slides into the ring from the side and trips him!! Lars Coverdale brings Owen Addison down in a Victory Roll, and Jerry Rogers counts... and gets three!! The Heavy Metal Express just upset the Ontario Colour Show!!
The
Heavy Metal Express defeated The Ontario Colour Show when
Coverdale pinned Addison with a Victory Roll in 0:11:31.
Rating: ***
Owen Addison kicks out immediately after three, but Lars Coverdale is already rolling to the outside with Marty Jannetty, and they're making their way backstage, as the crowd cheers for their upset win... and in the ring, Owen Addison looks totally furious. Paul Canyon's up from the outside, climbing into the ring and asking what's going on... and Owen Addison's getting right in his face, blaming him for the loss! Paul Canyon doesn't seem to appreciate it, and he turns away... but Owen Addison whirls him around, then gets back in his face! Paul Canyon pushes Owen Addison away... and Owen Addison draws back a fist! This is about to get ugly right here and now... but Owen's lowering his fist now, and his facial expression seems to change from angry to humble. He extends a hand for Paul Canyon... and he takes it. They're shaking hands in the middle of the ring, and the crowd cheers for that... and then the handshake extends to a hug. It looks like cooler heads have prevailed, at least right now.
But wait just a second... "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing over the arena sound system, and Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, the VCW World Tag Team Champions, and their valet Jasmina Chastity, are standing at the top of the ramp, looking down the aisle smugly at the two men in the ring. The crowd boos, and the hug between the two tag team partners in the ring ceases as they turn to regard the Hammer of the Gods with angry stares. They haven't forgotten that this is the team that took their titles away... and Rob Solomon has a microphone, in addition to the hockey stick he almost always carries.
R. Solomon: What, you're not gonna keep with the hug? Jasmina's been wanting to see two guys going at it for a long time now... we were kind of hoping you'd do it now so she wouldn't keep trying to get us to do it while we're drunk.
The crowd boos, and from inside the ring, Owen Addison demands that they come in and get some. He wants a fight right now! But Jacob Idol also has a microphone now, and he shakes his head as he raises it to speak.
J. Idol: Sorry... we're not getting in there with you this time. And it's a damn shame. You see, we really WANTED to fight you guys again, because frankly, you're the only two that can make us break a sweat! Last night, we destroyed the Wrecking Crew, we destroyed Blade's fragile hip, and there's one more tag team in VCW that everybody knows has no chance in hell of standing up to us. Now who's left? The Heavy Metal Express!? We beat them more often than these pathetic teenage virgins in the crowd beat off to pictures of Jasmina... no competition whatsoever.
See... we wanted another match with the two of you. But I guess that's not gonna happen. Because in all honesty, if you can't beat the Heavy Metal Express, you don't deserve to be in the same ring with us. What's next? Are you gonna lose one to the New Immortals next? How about we get James Applebee to put in a call for the Public Enemy?
R. Solomon: I got a better idea. Who says we need a wrestling match? We don't need an excuse to hit the ring and beat their asses.
Rob Solomon just tossed aside his microphone and handed his hockey stick to Jasmina Chastity, and he's charging the ring! Jacob Idol follows him, and they slide inside, then start trading blows with the Ontario Colour Show! The Ontario Colour Show is coming out ahead, and Owen Addison takes Rob Solomon down down to the mat and starts drilling him with punches, as Paul Canyon clobbers Jacob Idol in the corner... but Jasmina Chastity runs to the ring with the hockey stick and nails Owen Addison in the head with it! He rolls off of Rob Solomon and starts to get up... but Rob Solomon's getting up too, and Jasmina Chastity hands him the hockey stick! Owen Addison turns to face Rob Solomon... and gets a hockey stick to the head!!
Owen Addison's down, and Paul Canyon turns away from Jacob Idol, rushing Rob Solomon and tackling him to the canvas... but as he crouches over him and starts raining down right hands, Jasmina Chastity gives him a low blow!! Paul Canyon rolls off as well, and starts to get up, doubled over... but Jacob Idol comes from behind and drops him with an inverted DDT!! Both Owen Addison and Paul Canyon are down, and Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon are gloating in the ring as they survey their work, with the crowd booing loudly! But right now, we understand that we're going to see some backstage footage...
Backstage...
The Heavy Metal Express, Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, are walking through the hall backstage. Even though Marty Jannetty's limping still, they seem quite happy and pleased with their victory.
M. Jannetty: Dude... that roll-up thing with the cradle and stuff was way awesome. If wrestling was like guitar solos, man, you'd be all like this...
Marty Jannetty starts playing air guitar, moving his fingers in all sorts of wild manners trying to represent fingering a fretboard and picking strings, as he makes a noise somewhat like "wheedly-deedly-deedly..." with his mouth that can vaguely be interpreted as an imitation of a rapid guitar solo. Lars Coverdale nods, grinning widely.
L. Coverdale: That match rocked, dude. We were totally righteous out there!
As they walk, they happen to walk past Tommy Hustle, the newcomer who wrestled earlier tonight. Lars Coverdale points him out to Marty Jannetty.
L. Coverdale: Hey, check it out! It's Tommy Hustle! I used to wrestle in NCXCW with that guy back in the day.
Lars Coverdale turns to Tommy Hustle, who doesn't seem to have noticed them yet, and calls out to him loudly in greeting.
L. Coverdale: Hey, Tommy, you suck!!
Tommy Hustle whirls around angrily, but when he sees Lars Coverdale waving to him with a goofy grin, he can't help but grin back at him.
T. Hustle: Man, shut up!
He smiles and waves to them in return, and it's clear that there's no ill will between them. The Heavy Metal Express continue making their way through the backstage hallway as Tommy Hustle goes about his way, with the camera following him. But as he walks down the hall, he runs into "Doctor" Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia.
D. Adams: Tommy Hustle... just the man I was looking for. I know you're a former NCXCW wrestler... and of course, you know the same thing of me. We have that much in common.
T. Hustle: Dave... what the hell do you want?
D. Adams: I was just wondering, since we have so much in common, if maybe we could work together for some common goals. If we team up, we could take VCW by storm. And that's not to mention... the fringe benefits.
Nurse Vivacia steps forward, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it open. Her white lace bra barely contains her breasts, forming a deep, ample cleavage. She puts her hands on Tommy's chest, smiling and licking her upper lip in a sexually suggestive manner as she looks at him.
N. Vivacia: I don't know if you're familiar with the terms of the medical profession... but it's been a while since I've seen a case of hot jungle fever. In the interests of medicine... I'd be happy to take a sperm sample from YOU anytime.
Tommy Hustle glares at Nurse Vivacia in disgust and backs away from her.
T. Hustle: Look, I know you like this messed-up doctor crap, but I heard about all the people you been with, and the word I've heard is that if a man doesn't wanna get any diseases, getting with you is the LAST thing he should do.
Nurse Vivacia gives him a dirty look as she pulls her blouse closed around herself again.
N. Vivacia: Fuck you, then!
T. Hustle: No, that's what I'm saying... that ain't gonna happen. And you, Doctor Dave... you just go ahead and strut around with this goofy-ass doctor gimmick by yourself, because I don't want nothing to do with you or your skanky little woman.
Tommy Hustle turns and walks away, as Dave Adams stares after him angrily, with Nurse Vivacia still buttoning her blouse again... and finally Dave Adams seizes his opportunity, rushing Tommy Hustle and clobbering him from behind. He nails him with a few forearms to the back, then rams him head-first into the cinderblock wall of the hallway. Tommy Hustle goes down on the floor, and Dave Adams stomps away at his body a few times, then steps back, glaring down at him.
D. Adams: Consider this your reminder, Tommy... you're still the low man on the pecking order here, and you better watch your mouth. You can thank me for it LATER.
Dave Adams turns and walks away from Tommy Hustle's fallen form. Nurse Vivacia glares down at him angrily, then spits on him and turns to follow Dave Adams herself as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
Well... I suppose that's VCW for you. It's Tommy Hustle's first day here, and he already has ended up on the bad side of one of his co-workers. But there's no time to consider that now... "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater is playing, and that brings out Lance Errington, another man who is on the bad side of several of his co-workers. Last night, he defeated Tim Bell, though that outcome owes highly to a pre-match attack with a steel pipe. The crowd boos loudly as Lance Errington comes to the ring in the same ripped-up blue jeans and dirty T-shirt that he wore last night, then climbs inside and grabs a microphone. He never has anything good to say...
L. Errington: Last night, Tim Bell had his pathetic little opportunity to seek vengance, to retaliate against me for the crime of being an honest person. He didn't make the most of it. And tonight, my opponent is Salvaje Demonio... the savage demon. Popular belief says that demons are the servants of the Devil, that they're the embodiment of all evil... but that's merely stupid mythology. You want to see the embodiment of all evil... take a look in the mirror. Take a look around you, into the sea of humanity here. I have no doubt that there are a few rapists, murderers, thieves, and sadists among your numbers. I'm sure a few of you have wives who aren't entirely unfamiliar with your right hook. I'm sure a few of your wives aren't entirely unfamiliar with the taste of the local pizza boy's semen, for that matter. Well, fuck them, and fuck you too.
Can somebody PLEASE kill his mic!? The crowd's booing loudly, and a few balls of trash are hurled into the ring at Lance Errington.
L. Errington: That's it... stone the messenger! Wad up your popcorn bag or raise your drink and let it fly in a wordless denial of what you know is true! Go ahead and throw your fucking trash at me!!
He shouldn't have said that... a huge volley of garbage sails into the ring from the stands, including a large cup full of soda and ice that strikes Lance Errington in the side of the head, knocking him to the canvas. He immediately pulls himself up as the deluge dies down, shaking the wetness out of his hair.
L. Errington: I hope you feel better now... but you're still a bunch of evil, depraved human sewage, and some of you are out two-fifty for a drink that you're never gonna taste, you fucking idiots. But you're probably thinking... "Lance... I never killed anybody or did anything wrong" ... and most of you honestly think that's true. You think that because your autobiography reads like a reprint of the fucking Boy Scout manual so far that you're a decent human being. Decent human being... that's an oxymoron. Virtue untested is innocence, and when virtue is tested, it doesn't take very long for it to fail. One of these days, you'll learn... when the shopper ahead of you in line drops his wallet and nobody sees it but you, or that tone in your wife's voice frays your last nerve and you ball up your fist without thinking, or you catch a glimpse of your fourteen-year-old daughter coming out of the bath and realize just how well she's filled out... you'll learn the truth about yourself.
And then there are these people... I know there are these people sitting there thinking "Yeah, you tell 'em, Lance... man, everyone but me is a jerk! You're right, the world's out to get me! It's just like they said in my Disturbed and Limp Bizkit CDs! Nobody understands me but you and MTV!" ... Well, if that's you... FUCK you. You think what I'm saying doesn't apply to you... then you're an even sicker son of a bitch than the rest of these idiots. We're ALL evil people... even me, even you. Yes, YOU. And if you think you're not, I hope to God I find you in an alley somewhere so I can bash your skull in for being an ignorant asshole.
The crowd's boos have become even louder now... it remains a mystery why Lance Errington's mic hasn't been cut. Free speech is one thing, but we could end up with a riot here... Lance Errington stops to pace in the ring, kicking some of the trash littering the ring to the outside before continuing.
L. Errington: So... Salvaje Demonio. I don't know what's up with the demon mask. Is it supposed to look scary? Hell, we'll assume for a moment that it does look scary, instead of making you look like some kind of costumed dipshit. But I don't care what it is... there is nothing more frightening than a look inside of a human being's heart. These people... they know all about wearing their masks, just like you. But I've taken my mask off... I know what I am, and I know what they are too. And I'll tell you up front what I am... I'm a human being, a member of the sadistic, violent race that is God's biggest mistake, and I'm gonna hurt you because I feel like it.
He throws aside the microphone... thank God, he's finally done talking. "Surfing With The Alien" by Joe Satriani begins playing, and the crowd immediately gets behind Salvaje Demonio, cheering loudly as he sprints out of the backstage entrance and charges the ring. They want to see Lance Errington take a beating for his choice words, and Salvaje Demonio seems ready to accomodate them! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and we've got a match!
Lance Errington
vs.
Salvaje Demonio
Lance Errington starts off the match brawling and punching, attacking Salvaje Demonio with crude brawling offense. Salvaje Demonio counters by using his wrestling ability, only to find that Lance Errington is able to match him move-for-move in several impressive technical wrestling exchanges. Salvaje Demonio is able to pull ahead a few times in their conflict due to his superior quickness, but Lance Errington seems to know where to find any possible cheap shot, and neither man is able to gain a decisive advantage in the first few minutes. But that changes when Lance Errington dumps Salvaje Demonio to the outside of the ring, causing him to apparently blow out a knee on the floor.
Lance Errington follows him out and takes control, dishing out abuse on the floor, then continues the assault back in the ring, working over the potentially injured knee of Salvaje Demonio. He hits a spinebuster and then an Ace Crusher that get near falls, but Salvaje Demonio kicks him away when he goes for the Scorpion Deathlock, then ducks a clothesline and counters with a go-behind into a German suplex for two and a half. He does his best to hit a flurry of rapid offense despite his ailing leg, but it's clear that that takes its toll in reducing his quickness and ability. Salvaje Demonio gets a near fall from a tiger suplex, but then misses the Swandive Headbutt after taking too long to climb on his injured knee, and Lance Errington drills him with a DDT when he gets up!! That puts him down, but Lance Errington takes no chances with a cover... he grabs his legs, and slaps on the Scorpion Deathlock!! Salvaje Demonio hangs on valiantly for several seconds, but eventually taps out.
Lance
Errington made Salvaje Demonio submit to the Scorpion Deathlock
in 0:07:30.
Rating: ** 1/2
The crowd boos loudly, and Lance Errington rolls out of the ring, heading backstage, with a triumphant smirk on his face and his hands raised in victory. The crowd is absolutely furious with this outcome, but Lance Errington has just won another match. There's no disputing that he's a talented wrestler... it's his outspoken, mentally ill outlook on life that has this crowd up in arms. Salvaje Demonio gets up and staggers backstage shortly after Lance Errington's departure... he hasn't been doing too well for himself lately, and this is no exception.
We're moving straight ahead now... and "You Oughtta Know" by Alanis Morissette just hit the arena sound system! Amy Lin steps out of the backstage entrance, dressed in her old wrestling attire of a tube top and leather pants, accompanied by Rebecca Black. The crowd immediately begins a DEAFENING chant of "SLUT!" when she steps out of the backstage entrance, nearly drowning out her entrance music... and it's not surprising after last night, when she ended up naked and was seen having sexual relations with Rebecca Black backstage. She glares around at them and starts to head backstage, but Rebecca Black grabs her arm and pulls on it, convincing her to come along to the ring after all.
Amy Lin and Rebecca Black come to the ring and climb inside... and Amy just grabbed a microphone! What could she possibly have to say, after what we saw happen last night? And will she ever get a chance to say it, with the crowd chanting so loudly! She waits, glaring around at the crowd, and finally they die down enough to allow her to speak.
A. Lin: Last night... well, last night was a pretty traumatic experience for me. The match with Melissa... and then afterwards. I was... in the middle of a private moment... and Melissa VIOLATED my privacy to attack me with a steel pipe, with God knows what going through her head! Let me show you a few clips that I've gathered from VCW television over the past few months... roll them.
Amy gestures up to the ViolenTron... and evidently, we're going to see some clips, I guess. Here goes...
On the ViolenTron:
From VCW 110:
Amy Lin slumps in the corner, falling to a sitting position... and Melissa steps back, then begins kicking her in the face repeatedly! She's not wearing regulation wrestling gear either... those are steel-toed work boots! She could literally break Amy's face like this... and that may be the idea! Now she's hauling Amy out of the corner by the legs, and holding her legs up... this could be a Boston crab... but no, Melissa just spreads her legs... AND KNEEDROPS HER IN THE CROTCH!!! That draws another scream from Rebecca Black and a loud pop from the crowd, as Amy Lin curls up on the mat, hands between her legs...
From VCW 114:
[Melissa DelArmeggio] whips [Amy Lin] into the ropes and takes her down with a spinebuster!! But she's still holding her legs spread... what's she going to do!? Amy's trying to beg for mercy... KNEEDROP TO THE GROIN!! Amy Lin screams and curls up into a ball, as the crowd explodes into cheers...
From VCW 117:
[Melissa DelArmeggio] flings open the door and follows Amy outside into the hallway, then grabs a nearby broom and pulls the handle off, then thrusts the blunt end of the handle into Amy's throat as she gets up. Amy collapses to the ground, clutching her throat, and Melissa DelArmeggio raises the broom handle, then brings it down with a thrust into Amy's stomach, causing her to double over in pain on the floor.
From Disaster Area 2001:
Melissa just grabs [Amy Lin] by the legs and hauls her forward into the middle of the ring! Amy Lin shakes her head "no" furiously, but Melissa holds Amy's legs spread... KNEEDROP TO THE GROIN!! Rebecca Black screams in horror as Amy Lin matches it with a scream of pain, doubling over into a ball on the mat!
From Disaster Area 2001:
Melissa tightens her grip and pulls, BUT AMY SLIPS OUT, AND SHE'S NOT WEARING A DAMN THING UNDERNEATH IT!!! (but is censored where appropriate) Amy Lin just slipped out of her leather suit, and the crowd positively EXPLODES into cheers and a flurry of camera flashes as she slides out of the ring, completely naked (but unfortunately censored in this clip for prime time TV), and begins running up the ramp!!
From Disaster Area 2001:
Melissa turns back to Amy Lin (who is naked, but still censored in this footage) like a single-minded automation and crouches over her, then starts choking her with the pipe again, shouting at her with unrestrained anger and hatred...
The crowd cheers the footage, but Amy Lin doesn't seem to approve as she turns away from the ViolenTron. She just showed several clips of herself taking a beating and getting humiliated... what was that about!?
A. Lin: So... let's just see what we have here. Melissa taking an unusual amount of interest in my private parts... Melissa ripping my clothes off... Melissa repeatedly attacking me with various phallic-shaped objects... Melissa breaking into a private room while I was butt naked and sexually active, and forcing herself on top of me, then assaulting me with one of those phallic objects. You don't exactly have to be Freud to tell what's going on here.
So, Melissa... I took this evidence to Troy's legal team last night, and they took it down to a local law enforcement headquarters... and they decided it was good enough for a temporary restraining order, pending further investigation and psychiatric evaluation. And they got in contact with the offices in the Ivory Tower... and they went one further. See... the suits don't want to have a potential stalker... and quite frankly, a potential sex offender... on the VCW roster, so you're on thin ice. I'm sure you got the notice from Commissioner Applebee, but if not... here's the deal. You come within fifty feet of me, and you're going to jail. But not only that... you'd better use your free phone call to call up Vince or Haggar, because you're going to be terminated from your VCW contract IMMEDIATELY.
The crowd boos loudly, but Amy Lin just steps back and smirks... but "Star Cycle" by Jeff Beck hits the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Christina Ellis steps out of the backstage entrance! She's dressed to wrestle in her usual blue singlet, and she doesn't look happy with Amy Lin at all! She has a microphone, and she raises it to speak...
C. Ellis: Amy Lin... that is the biggest bunch of BULLSHIT I've heard in my entire life!!
The crowd cheers loudly, but Amy Lin doesn't seem pleased at this interruption, glaring down the aisle at Christina Ellis.
C. Ellis: You want to know what's going on in Melissa's head these days? If you want someone to explain what she's thinking, just ask me... I'm one of her closest friends. And I can tell you that Melissa just has one thing in common with me and everyone else in this arena... she's DYING to see you get your ass royally kicked!!
The crowd bursts into cheers, but Amy Lin backs up, quickly protesting.
A. Lin: That's not gonna happen. Nobody in VCW has ever beaten me, and nobody ever will. That little count-out last night... that doesn't count. That perverted bitch ripped my clothes off... OF COURSE I'm gonna leave the ring after that. But if she hadn't done that, I would have beat her half to death without breaking a sweat.
Amy Lin has a unique interpretation of what happened last night... Melissa didn't rip Amy's clothes off so much as Amy abandoned her clothes when Melissa tried to grab her by them to keep her from fleeing. The crowd boos, and Christina Ellis doesn't look convinced.
C. Ellis: That'll never happen, eh? I suppose you're not going to accept a rematch with Melissa?
A. Lin: Hell no. That would be putting myself in an unsafe working environment with a mentally imbalanced--
C. Ellis: Shut up. That's just what I thought... you don't want to face what's coming to you. So maybe you'll take a match with me, right here, right now!?
The crowd cheers, but Amy Lin backs off, holding her hands up in protest.
A. Lin: Oh... I get what's going on. Melissa's probably sitting by the monitor, so she can get off on seeing you come out here and feel me up on national TV. I don't think so.
C. Ellis: Look, you stupid bimbo... that restraining order you've got... is my name on it anywhere!?
A. Lin: No, it's for--
C. Ellis: That's what I thought. So what's your reason for denying me the match? Afraid that I'll twist you into a pretzel on the mat?
Amy Lin starts to open her mouth for a reply, but Rebecca Black leans over, whispering in her ear, and Amy Lin nods and smiles.
A. Lin: Fine... you just get in here, and we'll see who gets her ass kicked.
That challenge is all it's gonna take... Christina Ellis throws down the microphone, then charges into the ring! She slides inside, and Linda Peterson enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin this match!
Amy Lin
w/Rebecca Black
vs.
Christina Ellis
They move in to lock up... but then Amy Lin backs up, turning to Rebecca Black and mocking Christina Ellis's stance going into the lockup. Rebecca Black finds that amusing... but Christina Ellis doesn't, and she immediately rushes Amy Lin, catching her off-guard with a frenzied attack! Amy Lin gets in a few good moments of retaliation, but this match is mostly Christina Ellis, unleashing a series of devestating offensive moves on Amy Lin and giving her a sound thrashing, to the utter delight of the crowd. Amy Lin's not faring so well after the first few minutes... and seeing the writing on the wall, Rebecca Black slides into the ring with a chair!! She nails Christina Ellis in the back with it, and that'll be an instant disqualification!
Christina
Ellis defeated Amy Lin via disqualification in 0:02:39.
Rating: *
Christina Ellis goes down, but Amy Lin and Rebecca Black aren't done yet... they seem to have planned this in advance! Rebecca Black raises the chair again, and drives it down hard on Christina Ellis! Amy Lin pulls her up, and Rebecca Black drops the chair, and kicks it into position behind Amy Lin as she hooks Christina Ellis... DOUBLE ARM DDT ON THE CHAIR!! Christina Ellis is laid out... but it doesn't look like Amy and Rebecca are done yet!
Wait a second... someone's running out of the backstage entrance! It's a young Japanese woman... hardcore SJW fans might recognize her as rookie joshi wrestler Yuri Sonoda, but most of the crowd's confused... what's she doing here!? She slides into the ring, and takes Rebecca Black down with a dropkick... but Amy Lin steps back, then nails her with a running chairshot as she gets up, taking her down to the mat as well! Amy Lin and Rebecca Black give her a confused glance, not knowing who this is, but then they shrug and nail her with the chair again! Both Christina Ellis and this new young woman, Yuri Sonoda, are down in the ring...
But Melissa just stepped out of the backstage entrance!! She's staring down at the ring... but that's about all she can do, because if she comes too much closer, she'll be out of a job and on her way to jail! She stops, making a frustrated grimace at the ring... and now she's heading down there anyway!! She's starting down the ramp, as the crowd bursts into cheers... but someone comes out of the backstage entrance behind her!! VIRGINIA!! Virginia's out behind her, carrying the VCW T & A Title belt... and she rushes Melissa! Melissa turns around, just in time to get hit in the face with the title belt! She goes down on the ramp, her forehead wound from last night busted open again, and the crowd begins booing loudly!!
Virginia picks Melissa up... and Amy Lin's motioning for Virginia to bring her to the ring! She begins carrying Melissa to ringside, and obviously Melissa can't be held at fault for breaking the restraining order here, because she's not doing it of her own conscious choice. But Rebecca Black just climbed to the outside and reached under the ring... and she pulls out a wooden rod with a jagged, splintered tip! How'd that get there!? Virginia drags Melissa into the ring, then puts her in a standing headscissors and lifts... POWER BOMB!! Melissa's down in the ring, alongside Yuri Sonoda and Christina Ellis, and Rebecca hands the jagged wooden pole to Amy, whose face lights up with a sadistic smile... not this again!
Amy grabs the pole and starts towards Melissa... but someone else is running from the backstage entrance!! DESMOND!! Formerly of the Black Plague, it's Desmond, and he's running to the ring, carrying a chair!! He slides inside, and the three women in the ring turn to face him... and he hits Amy with the chair!! Amy goes down! Virginia charges in... and Desmond nails her with the chair too!! Virginia's down!! Rebecca Black picks up the chair that's already in the ring and raises it... but Desmond nails his chair against hers, smashing the chair back into her face and sending her down as well!! Amy, Virginia, and Rebecca roll out of the ring, and Desmond stands guard over the three women in the ring, raising the chair in preparation to fight off anybody else who comes in the ring! Desmond just made the save here, and the crowd's loving it!!
Amy, Rebecca, and Virginia are retreating to the backstage area, shouting threats and insults at Desmond, but the fact is that their ambush didn't work this time! As they leave, we're going to go backstage now, where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with Bass Rogers, who will take part in our next match. Let's here from Bass Rogers now!
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is shown standing next to Bass Rogers, who's dressed for combat in his usual ring gear, and seems mentally ready as well, judging by the battle-ready grimace on his face.
Z. Adderloaf: Well, we just saw some intense action... and right now, I'm here with a man who's all about being intense, Bass Rogers. Last night, you defeated Jack Norman in a big Chain Match. But tonight, you're facing one of the most hardcore men in VCW, Chris Champlain. What're your thoughts on that?
B. Rogers: Well, Ziggy, let me tell ya something about this big ol' bastard. Chris Champlain's one hardcore son of a bitch, but you're looking at big, bad Bass Rogers. I'm bigger than he is, I'm meaner than he is, and I'm damn sure a hell of a lot uglier than he is. Most important, no matter how much he acts like a babbling jackass, I ain't scared of him. I don't care how hardcore he thinks he is... I'm going down to that ring, and I'm gonna be on that boy like ants on a sugar hill!! He can act all bad-ass and scary if he wants, but that ain't stopping me... I'm gonna rip his Goddamn arms off, and put a knot on his head big enough to hang your coat on!! He wants to jump on people... let him jump on the biggest, baddest bastard in VCW and try me on for size!!
Bass Rogers finishes his yelling and bellowing, and pauses to wipe a little froth from his mouth with the back of his hand, as Ziggy Adderloaf stares at him in amazement.
Z. Adderloaf: Okay... after tonight, then, what are your plans? Are you and Dean Sanders done with Hell's Bikers?
B. Rogers: Stiff Competition ain't done with NOBODY until everybody recognizes that we're the two toughest men in this industry. If Hell's Bikers learned their lesson, I'm gonna let them slide for a while... but if they want some more, they're gonna pay the price! As for everyone else... whether it's the Hammer of the Gods, the Black Plague, the New Immortals, Lance Errington... either you respect us like we're your biological mommy and daddy, or we're gonna beat you like a stepchild!!
Z. Adderloaf: All right, big guy... we'll be looking forward to your match, in just a few seconds. Let's go back to the ring now!
The camera fades out on the backstage scene as Bass Rogers nods at Ziggy, then storms off down the hallway.
We're back, and we're gonna go to that match now. "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple has just started playing, and that brings out Chris Champlain, dressed in his usual black hooded robe and black dress slacks. He creeps to the ring as if stalking prey, then slides inside, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and throws his head and arms back in a maniacal laugh, causing the robe to fall back away from his body, revealing that he still has a number of wounds from last night's brutal encounter with Ken Collins... an encounter where he ultimately came out with defeat. The crowd boos him loudly... now he's stepping down, and preparing for the entrance of Bass Rogers.
Now "War Machine" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd bursts into cheers as Bass Rogers charges out of the backstage entrance! He jogs to the ring and slides inside... and Chris Champlain immediately goes on the attack, stomping and whaling away at him! Brendan Powers is in the ring, calling for the bell, and that'll get this match started now!
Bass Rogers
vs.
Chris Champlain
Bass Rogers's strength and size give him a clear advantage, but Chris Champlain is crafty enough to use every trick in the book to try to overcome that. He tries a few high-flying moves, but his ankle is still hurting from last night's conflict with Ken Collins, and he's not quick enough, always missing or, worse, getting caught out of the air and driven to the mat by Bass Rogers. His attempts at technical wrestling don't fare much better, as Bass Rogers resists most of them, shrugging off the offense and nailing Chris Champlain with brutally stiff blows and slams, beating the living daylights out of him.
The match goes out of the ring, and Chris Champlain takes the advantage there, brawling with Bass Rogers and using the chaos outside of the ring to his advantage, even sneaking in a shot with the ring bell when Brendan Powers isn't looking. With the match in his hands, Chris Champlain takes Bass Rogers back inside and tries to go in for the kill, but the Split-Legged Moonsault only gets a count of two and a half. He goes for a DDT next, but Bass Rogers powers out of it with a huge overhead belly-to-belly suplex, tossing Chris Champlain out of the ring, where he very nearly lands on his head. Bass Rogers follows him out and brutalizes him out there, then tosses him into the ring. Chris Champlain ducks a lariat back inside, and takes another stab at coming back, but Bass Rogers catches him on an attempted Frankensteiner and muscles him up... POWER BOMB!! Chris Champlain was just folded up like an envelope, and Bass Rogers covers him for the three count!!
Bass
Rogers pinned Chris Champlain with a power bomb in 0:10:06.
Rating: **
The crowd explodes into cheers... what a victory that was for Bass Rogers!! He took everything Chris Champlain could dish out, then destroyed him in the middle of the ring... he may be one of the toughest men in VCW! Whichever team gets caught in the crosshairs of Stiff Competition next... God help them. Chris Champlain is still laid out in the middle of the ring, as Bass Rogers basks in the cheers of the crowd, bellowing mightily as he raises his hands in victory.
We understand that once again, the camera's backstage for a Ziggy Adderloaf interview... this time with "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, who'll be facing David Wright Hubbard shortly! Let's take a look at that now!
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is backstage, standing with "The California Crippler" Ken Collins. Despite the fact that he scored an impressive victory over Chris Champlain last night, Ken Collins doesn't look too happy. Like Chris Champlain, his body bears the marks of the wounds of their last encounter.
Z. Adderloaf: Ken Collins... last night, you defeated Chris Champlain in a violent, vicious brawl... what are your thoughts tonight, one night after that?
K. Collins: I think it was ultimately pretty pointless, Ziggy. Yes... I beat Chris Champlain. I guess you could say I showed him who's boss. I went back to the Lockman suite in the hotel, and started talking to Stacey, and she was telling me that she was happy to see me win that match, that she wished she could've been there at my side for it... and then thr Lorenzo Vasquez versus Jimmy Lockman match came on. We watched that match, praying that her father was gonna break Lorenzo Vasquez in half... and to put it simply, it crushed her when the end came, and Lorenzo Vasquez had brutalized her father and come away as the winner.
As you may or may not know... Jimmy Lockman went to the emergency room that night. He sustained a concussion and possibly some torn ligaments in his left arm, and he's not doing too well right now. I stayed there with Stacey that night, and I held her and tried to console her as she cried herself to sleep. She's getting better, physically... she's improved a lot, and she's recovering a lot faster and more fully than expected. But mentally... I don't know if she can take much more. She got wrapped up in this because of me... and because of that, she and her father may never be the same again. Because of Lorenzo Vasquez, and whatever his stupid issue with me was originally about.
Well, this time, I'm the one who has an issue with Lorenzo Vasquez. I'm giving him the opportunity to put me on the shelf too... I'm staking my physical well-being on the line against his. I want revenge... I want him to feel the same kind of powerless, hopeless despair that he's brought upon Stacey so many times. And I also want to make sure that he's never able to strike out like this again. So how about it, Lorenzo? You're the Barcelona Assassin... assassinate ME. Set your sights over here and try to put me on the shelf. Any time, anywhere... I'm just dying for you to try it, because I'm the California Crippler... and the next time I see you, I'm gonna start living up to that name.
Z. Adderloaf: Well... um... how about David Wright Hubbard, then? He's your opponent tonight, and--
K. Collins: David Wright Hubbard? Ordinarily, this'd be a big career opportunity for me... but right now, he's just another body in the way who isn't named Lorenzo Vasquez. Just like Chris Champlain, he's going down, and he's going down hard... but my eyes are focused on Lorenzo Vasquez, and whatever I have to do to get there is just an afterthought.
Z. Adderloaf: Thanks, Ken. Let's get back to the ring... that match is coming up next!
The camera fades out on the backstage scene as Ken Collins walks away, heading to the backstage entrance for his match.
Lorenzo Vasquez is certainly in an unenviable position now... but let's not forget that last we saw, Lorenzo Vasquez and David Wright Hubbard were hatching a possible plan backstage. That could bode ill for Ken Collins... but we're about to find out just what that means, because we're ready to start the match soon!
"War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing, and the crowd explodes into boos as David Wright Hubbard limps out of the backstage entrance, then begins hobbling down the ramp. The crowd's solidly against him now, after his actions last night in his match with Falcon, in which he picked up the eventual victory. He's wearing a large kneebrace on one knee, and walking with quite a bit of difficulty... against a great technical wrestler like Ken Collins, this could be a huge disadvantage for him. Nevertheless, he enters the ring and raises a fist high in the air, bellowing loudly to the crowd... he's not short on bravado tonight. Or does he just have a plan in mind?
Here comes his opponent... "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing, and that brings out "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, to a massive roar of applause from the crowd! He starts making his way to the ring, with the fans cheering him on... and David Wright Hubbard now looks a little bit anxious, but still ready to fight, as he sizes up Ken Collins in the ring. Ken Collins climbs inside... and David Wright Hubbard immediately blindsides him as he comes into the ring, attacking before the bell! Jerry Rogers climbs inside and calls for the bell, and we're beginning this match now!
"The California Crippler" Ken Collins
vs.
David Wright Hubbard
David Wright Hubbard strikes hard and strikes fast in the early goings of this match, knowing that Ken Collins will hone right in on his knee if he gets even the slightest offensive opening. For a while, Ken Collins is caught off-guard, and David Wright Hubbard clobbers him with hard-hitting power and brawling offense. With his injuries from last night's match with Chris Champlain, Ken Collins might not have what it takes to absorb much of this kind of treatment for long... but maybe he won't need to, because David Wright Hubbard goes for a power bomb early, and Ken Collins counters it with a single-leg takedown! He immediately hones in on the right knee, dropping a few elbows on it, then slapping on a figure-four leglock... and this could be it!
Uh-oh... here comes the secret plan. Lorenzo Vasquez is hobbling out of the backstage entrance with a chair... but Ken Collins sees him!! He immediately releases the figure-four leglock, then rolls out of the ring and charges up the ramp at Lorenzo Vasquez!! Lorenzo takes a swing at him, and drills him right in the head as he comes in!! Jerry Rogers didn't see that, either... he was busy checking in with David Wright Hubbard! But Ken Collins just staggers back a step, absorbing the blow, then yells "NOT TONIGHT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" at him! Lorenzo Vasquez glares at him, then draws the chair back again... but Ken Collins drills him in the kneecap with a kick! Lorenzo Vasquez drops the chair and doubles over, and Ken Collins hooks him... DDT ON THE STEEL!! Lorenzo Vasquez just got a DDT on the steel ramp, and now Ken Collins grabs his leg and steps through... FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK!! He has the figure-four leglock on Lorenzo Vasquez on the outside of the ring... but on the inside, Jerry Rogers finishes the ten-count and calls for the bell! David Wright Hubbard will win this one via countout...
David
Wright Hubbard defeated Ken Collins via countout in 0:04:03.
Rating: * 3/4
Ken Collins was just counted out... but somehow, I don't think either he, or the crowd, or Lorenzo Vasquez cares that much! Lorenzo Vasquez is still caught in the figure-four, thrashing around in pain... and he's tapping out now!! But Ken Collins refuses to release the hold, continuing to keep him locked in!
David Wright Hubbard rolls out of the ring, raising his hands in victory as he limps up the ramp... but he's not moving too fast. If he's coming to save Lorenzo Vasquez, he's sure taking his sweet time... but as he gets near, Ken Collins releases the figure-four, throwing up his fists defensively. David Wright Hubbard just puts his hands up innocently, denying having anything to do with any of this, and makes his way backstage... and after he's gone, Ken Collins grabs Lorenzo Vasquez and begins to reapply the figure-four leglock... but damn it, here's the H.A.R.P. Squad, VCW's security team, and they're pulling Ken Collins away from Lorenzo Vasquez! Normally, breaking up an attack on the outside of the ring is the right thing to do... but nobody would dispute that what Lorenzo Vasquez was receiving just now was pure and simple justice. Some trainers are out to help him now... but as they do, we're going backstage again, to footage of Desmond, Christina Ellis, Melissa DelArmeggio, and the new woman, Yuri Sonoda, right before Desmond's match with Tony Garcia!
Backstage...
Christina Ellis, Desmond, and the Japanese woman who ran in earlier, Yuri Sonoda, are sitting backstage in a locker room. Seconds later, Melissa comes in wearing a towel around her body.and a fresh bandage over her forehead, having showered after being rendered a bloody mess again moments earlier.
C. Ellis: Finally. We were thinking that we wouldn't all get a chance to say "hi" before you got out of there. Desmond's due for his match with Tony Garcia in a few minutes.
M. DelArmeggio: Sorry... I just wouldn't stop bleeding. ... So... is she who you were telling me about?
C. Ellis: That's right. Melissa, Desmond... this is Yuri Sonoda, from SJW. Yuri... these are Melissa and Desmond.
Desmond: Hello.
Yuri Sonoda blushes and gives them a shy smile before speaking in clear, if slightly accented, English.
Y. Sonoda: Hi. It's nice to meet you.
M. DelArmeggio: I just wish it could've been under better circumstances. But at least you get the idea about VCW right from the beginning... basically, you get beat up a lot here, if you don't have a huge gang backing you.
Yuri Sonoda smiles nervously, but Christina Ellis claps her on the shoulder, trying to reassure her.
C. Ellis: Don't worry... we'll all watch your back.
Y. Sonoda: Thanks. It's good to know you all. And Desmond... thank you for helping us back there.
Desmond smiles and looks away.
Desmond: It was just the reasonable thing to do.
M. DelArmeggio: I admit, I didn't know what was up when you pulled me off of Amy last night... but I never expected this. Reasonable or not... I don't know how to thank you back there.
Desmond: It's just... I couldn't let her hurt you like that.
C. Ellis: So, Desmond... here you are with three beautiful women who owe you a huge debt of gratitude... and one of them's not wearing anything but a towel. What're you gonna do now?
Melissa DelArmeggio blushes and shoves Christina Ellis lightly, as the nervous smile crosses Yuri Sonoda's face again.
M. DelArmeggio: Christina!
Desmond smiles a little bit as well, but then his face becomes solemn again.
Desmond: Unfortunately... there's what I want to do and then there's what I have to do. Right now, I have to get in the ring with Tony Garcia.
M. DelArmeggio: I know from experience... he's dangerous. Are you sure you'll be okay?
Desmond: Yeah. Staying here with you all sounds like a lot of fun... but I have to deal with this. He's gonna want to hurt me for leaving the Black Plague, one way or the other, and I have to confront this.
M. DelArmeggio: We'll be watching out for you.
C. Ellis: And if you finish the match quick enough, she still might not be dressed yet.
Melissa DelArmeggio punches Christina Ellis lightly in the shoulder, turning to look at her with an embarrassed half-glare, half-smile.
M. DelArmeggio: Look, I've already tried to strangle one blonde who didn't know when to quit... do I need to try for two in two days?
Desmond: I'll try to beat him as quick as I can, but I know what I'm up against... let's just say I'll be doing good if I can beat him at all.
C. Ellis: Don't worry. Personally, I don't like my own odds against that big gorilla if things get ugly... but I think I know someone who can watch your back for you. Good luck out there.
Desmond: Thanks.
Desmond gets up, and with a last glance back at the three women, steps out of the dressing room. As he does, Melissa turns to Christina Ellis, raising an eyebrow with a reluctant smile.
M. DelArmeggio: What was THAT all about?
C. Ellis: Well... you know. Just reminding you that there are some guys out there who aren't unpredictable loners or drooling boozehounds... lighten up a little, anyway!
M. DelArmeggio: That's it... if you're still here when I'm finished dressing, I'm twisting this towel into a rope and hanging you with it.
The camera fades out on the backstage scene as Christina Ellis mockingly hides behind Yuri Sonoda, and Melissa begins rummaging through her clothes.
So evidently, Desmond will have a few people looking out for him in this match... but who was Christina Ellis referring to when she said she knew someone else who would watch his back? For Desmond's sake, it better be someone who's capable of holding his own in a fight, because there'll be one tonight, without a doubt. "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie kicks on, and here comes Tony Garcia!! Rebecca Black is oddly absent... perhaps she's tending to Lorenzo Vasquez. But Tony Garcia is carrying his wooden axe handle, and we know he won't hesitate to use that as a weapon. He enters the ring... and he's grabbing a microphone now.
T. Garcia: Desmond... you went and made the biggest mistake of your life, turning against the Plague. What you're faced with in the ring right now... I'm all legit. I left a trail of people lying on the floor in bars all across the West Coast who can tell you... I ain't no damn sports entertainer, I'm a professional bad-ass motherfucker. There ain't a man in that locker room or in the stands here who can take me... and Desmond, you sure as hell can't do it, kid.
The crowd boos, and Tony Garcia paces in the ring, clutching his axe handle as he pauses briefly.
T. Garcia: But I didn't come out here to talk... I came out here to dish out some Black Plague locker room justice. Get your punk ass out here, son. I'm gonna put the SCREWS to ya, Desmond!!
The crowd boos... but then the crowd begins cheering as "New World Order" by Ministry begins playing, and that brings Desmond out of the backstage entrance! He's not backing down or hesitating at all... he charges to the ring, slides inside, and begins going toe-to-toe with Tony Garcia immediately! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is beginning now!
Tony Garcia
vs.
Desmond
The match opens with a slugfest, and not surprisingly, Tony Garcia comes out on top. Both men are big and powerful, but Tony Garcia's toughness and experience seem to give him the edge as he starts working Desmond over viciously, targeting his lower back with stiff, clubbing forearms and power moves. What little offense Desmond gets in in return, Tony Garcia practically ignores. Tony Garcia almost seems to be toying with Desmond, taking him down and stiffing him repeatedly or pulling him into a submission hold and stretching him just to show that he can. Desmond takes the abuse and fights back as well as he can, but Tony Garcia remains in control, as Desmond grows increasingly more frustrated and desperate.
Finally, Tony Garcia powers Desmond up across a shoulder in a Canadian backbreaker, perhaps looking to end it with a submission... but Desmond's had enough, and he bellows with outrage, then struggles free and slides out behind Tony Garcia! Tony turns around, leading with a high-impact right hand that rocks Desmond back... but Desmond shakes off the effects, grimacing at Tony Garcia violently, then rushes him and pelts him with three stiff right hands of his own! He whips Tony Garcia into the ropes and fells him with a massive Yakuza kick, then crouches over him and starts beating the hell out of him with more brutal closed fists!! Bobcat McGavin orders Desmond to stop the closed fists, so Desmond obliges... then starts choking Tony Garcia instead!!
Desmond stays on the offense, unleashing all his inner fury as he takes Tony Garcia down with several big high-impact moves, sending him reeling. He whips Tony Garcia into a corner... but no, Tony Garcia reverses it! Desmond hits hard back-first in the corner, and Tony Garcia charges in with an avalanche... but Desmond moves out of the way!! Tony Garcia staggers out... into a kick to the midsection!! OUTCAST!! Desmond took Tony Garcia down with the Outcast, and he covers him... BUT ONLY GETS TWO AND A HALF!! Tony Garcia just kicked out powerfully at two and a half!! Desmond pulls him up angrily, then goes for a second Outcast... HE HITS IT!! Tony Garcia's down, and Desmond covers him... but this time, Tony throws a shoulder up at two and three-quarters!! Desmond pulls him up again, and here comes a third Outcast... no, Tony Garcia shoves him forward, chest-first into the turnbuckles! Desmond staggers back, and Tony Garcia scoops him up from behind... TORTURE RACK!! Tony Garcia's racking Desmond... does Desmond have enough inner fury left to survive and escape the Torture Rack!? He's struggling... BUT HE SUBMITS!! Tony Garcia wins!!
Tony
Garcia made Desmond submit to the Torture Rack in 0:06:27.
Rating: -*
Desmond put up a valiant fight at the end, but this is Tony Garcia we're talking about here... and honestly, everybody had to expect this outcome. But Tony Garcia's still not done... he's continuing to rack Desmond! No, he's finally dropping him... and now he's grabbing his wooden axe handle! Desmond's down on the mat, putting a hand to his lower back in pain... and Tony Garcia begins hitting him repeatedly with the axe handle!! Tony Garcia wants to exterminate Desmond once and for all... this one victory isn't enough! The crowd boos loudly as Tony Garcia lays in several massive blows with the axe handle...
But Melissa DelArmeggio's charging out of the backstage entrance! She runs to the ring and climbs up on the top turnbuckle, and Tony Garcia turns around... into a flying dropkick! He goes staggering back and drops the axe handle, finally crashing down on his butt on the mat, then gets up... and Melissa kicks him in the midsection! He doubles over, and she takes aim... BACK BRAIN KICK!! Tony Garcia goes down!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and it looks like Melissa just took down Tony Garcia... no, he's getting right back up! He's damn near indestructable! But Melissa just picked up his axe handle, and she swings for his head... HE CAUGHT IT!!
Tony Garcia just caught the axe handle in mid-flight, and he wrenches it out of Melissa's grasp one-handed, as he uses his other hand to grab her by the hair!! He draws back the axe handle, holding Melissa, and nails her in the midsection with it! Melissa DelArmeggio doubles over, and Tony Garcia raises the axe handle high, and clubs her right across the back with it! She goes down, and the crowd boos loudly... and now Tony Garcia begins alternating axe handle blows between her and Desmond! They're both down...
Here comes someone else... THE GRAVE DIGGER!! The VCW World Champion, who defeated Tony Garcia last night in a Casket Match, is on his way to the ring! The crowd explodes into cheers as the Grave Digger climbs up on the apron and steps over the top rope. Tony Garcia sees him and charges... but the Grave Digger grabs him by the throat before he can swing the axe handle!! He lifts Tony Garcia... CHOKESLAM!! The Grave Digger just chokeslammed Tony Garcia, and the crowd's on its feet cheering! Melissa and Desmond are starting to get up... and the Grave Digger motions for them to head to the back, which they start doing. Tony Garcia's up too... but the Grave Digger picks him up!! BURIAL!!
Melissa and Desmond head backstage as the Grave Digger stands triumphantly over Tony Garcia's fallen form... and now he's pointing down to Tony Garcia, and looking around at the crowd! He points down to him and gives a thumbs-up gesture, and the crowd responds mostly with confusion... and then he slowly turns his thumb down, and the crowd explodes into cheers! The Grave Digger turns back to Tony Garcia, with the crowd cheering, and starts to pick him up by the throat again... but someone's coming out of the backstage entrance!! BRUJAH!! Brujah's running out, with Jennie following behind him, looking concerned... and he slides into the ring, taking off the VCW Television Title! The Grave Digger turns around, alerted by the crowd's boos... and Brujah NAILS him in the head with the title belt!! The Grave Digger goes down, and now Linda Peterson's in the ring, calling for the bell! This match begins now!!
For the VCW World Title:
Grave Digger (c)
vs.
Brujah
w/Jennie & Tony Garcia
The Grave Digger's down to start with, and Brujah immediately capitalizes on that, attacking him viciously, punching and kicking him in the head and working him over with a single-minded purpose. Brujah's over a foot shorter and about a hundred and eighty pounds lighter than this massive man, but he doesn't seem to consciously realize that... he's attacking him with a vicious, brutal tenacity. He has one thing on his mind... beating the Grave Digger into oblivion, and thereby winning the VCW World Title and vindicating all of his claims of injustice in SMCW. Let's not forget... BOTH of these men are undefeated in VCW. Neither one has yet suffered a single loss in singles competition, and they both hold titles. Brujah is the VCW Television Title, which is not on the line tonight... and the Grave Digger is the reigning and defending VCW World Champion.
Brujah takes the match to the outside of the ring, continuing to abuse the Grave Digger there, with shots into the steel ringpost and the steel ringsteps. He also stops to distract Linda Peterson... and now Tony Garcia, who has recovered somewhat on the outside, grabs his wooden axe handle and begins brutally assaulting the Grave Digger, clubbing him right in the head with the axe handle repeatedly! The Grave Digger goes down in a heap as Tony Garcia continues to lay in the shots, and Jennie keeps a healthy distance as she watches, clearly not approving of these tactics, but seeming to realize that it might be the only way Brujah can make it out of this match in one piece. Finally, Linda Peterson turns away from Brujah, just as Tony Garcia steps off, feigning innocence.
Brujah takes the match back into the ring, and steps up the offense on his massive opponent. The Grave Digger has gotten in NO offense against Brujah so far, and Brujah would do very well to keep it that way by getting the victory soon. He continues to pummel the Grave Digger, but the Grave Digger ends up on his feet again despite Brujah's stiff, intense blows. Brujah runs into the ropes, and drills the Grave Digger in the chest with a massive lariat!! The blow connects stiffly, and the Grave Digger is rocked, but he doesn't go down! Brujah backs into the ropes again, and comes off with a second big lariat, staggering the big man, but still not taking him down! He backs up and goes for one more... but this time, the Grave Digger catches him and lifts... GRAVE YARD SLAM!! He covers and hooks a leg... and amazingly, Brujah kicks out at two!!
The Grave Digger sits up angrily, then begins unloading his own devestating, powerful offense on Brujah. Every punch sends Brujah flying back or rocks him dramatically in the corner, and Jennie screams and cringes as Brujah suffers a devestating beating. The Grave Digger mauls Brujah with a few power moves, then bodyslams him in the middle of the ring, and goes up to the top turnbuckle... FLYING ELBOWDROP!! That's a three hundred and eighty pound flying elbowdrop, and Brujah twitches in agony like he was staked through the heart! The Grave Digger covers... SHOULDER UP AT TWO AND THREE-QUARTERS!! Brujah's still in this match!! Grimacing down at him, the Grave Digger pulls him up and lifts him HIGH in the air with a Gorilla Press... then takes a running start and tosses him out of the ring, over the ropes and into the announcers' table!! Brujah crashes through the table, all the way from the inside of the ring, and the crowd goes wild cheering and chanting "VCW!"
Jennie bends down at Brujah's side, clearly looking upset, and even Tony Garcia's watching with concern on his face... but as Linda Peterson counts, somehow Brujah's getting back up!! Jennie's begging him not to go back in the ring... but he pulls away from her, then steps up on the apron... but before he can come in, the Grave Digger catches him with a kneelift. He hooks Brujah and lifts... and brings him crashing back into the ring with a huge vertical suplex! Brujah flops around on the mat from the impact, and the crowd's cheering. He somehow pulls himself back up... and the Grave Digger charges with a Yakuza kick!! No, Brujah ducks, and he wipes out Linda Peterson!! The Grave Digger turns around... and Brujah nails him with a lariat to the chest... TO NO EFFECT!! The Grave Digger just shakes his head "no", then reaches out and grabs Brujah by the throat... CHOKESLAM!!
The crowd's on its feet, and the Grave Digger draws a thumb across his throat, then lifts Brujah for the Burial... but Tony Garcia's in the ring behind him... and he clobbers him in the back with the wooden axe handle!! The Grave Digger drops Brujah and staggers forward, and a second blow to the back doubles him over... and now Tony Garcia drills him hard across the back of the head with the wooden axe handle!! The Grave Digger goes down, and Tony Garcia picks him up... TORTURE RACK!! The crowd can't believe it! He's racking the Grave Digger, who's nearly four hundred pounds!! And now Brujah's getting back up... and he slides out of the ring and grabs a chair!!
Tony Garcia sets the Grave Digger down, and Brujah whacks him across the head with a massive unprotected chairshot!! That rang out with an ugly sound... and he draws it up and does it again!! They're going to destroy the Grave Digger in the middle of the ring! Brujah drops the chair, and both he and Tony Garcia lift him up... DOUBLE POWER BOMB ON THE CHAIR!! The back of the Grave Digger's head just landed on the steel... and they're not done! They pick him up again, struggling with the effort... AGAIN!! They hit him with a second double power bomb on the chair!! Brujah pulls him up one more time... DOUBLE ARM DDT ON THE CHAIR!! And now Tony Garcia's going up to the top turnbuckle, carrying the axe handle, and Brujah holds the Grave Digger up... and Tony Garcia leaps from the top, AND BREAKS THE AXE HANDLE OVER HIS HEAD!!
The Grave Digger goes down in a heap, and Brujah sets the steel chair across his forehead, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and raises his arms in a "V"... SWANDIVE HEADBUTT ON THE CHAIR!! Brujah may have knocked himself out with that move, but the Grave Digger could have his skull cracked like an egg after all of this! This isn't a question of winning the match anymore... they're putting his life at risk!! Linda Peterson's finally starting to stir, and Tony Garcia kicks the chair and axe handle remains out of the ring, then throws Brujah on top of the Grave Digger and rolls out of the ring! Linda Peterson turns... and she sees Brujah covering the Grave Digger!! NO!! You have to be kidding!! She makes the count!! AND THE GRAVE DIGGER KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE INSTANT!!
The crowd explodes into cheers... nobody can believe that the Grave Digger kicked out after all of that!! Brujah's still down... AND THE GRAVE DIGGER SITS UP!! Tony Garcia's staring into the ring with horror on his face... and Jennie's expression just changed from disappointed resignation to complete terror!! She climbs into the ring, and throws herself over Brujah's motionless body, begging the Grave Digger to stop... but he reaches down and grabs her! This could get ugly... but instead of hurting her, he sets her down gently on the apron! Jennie grabs his arm, desperately trying to keep him from going back into the ring after Brujah... but Brujah comes from behind and doubles him over with a low blow!! The Grave Digger doubles over, and Brujah rolls him up from behind, with a handful of tights!! Linda Peterson counts... AND THE GRAVE DIGGER BARELY KICKS OUT!!
The Grave Digger gets up, staring at Brujah with disbelief... and Brujah pops up to his feet, yelling "COME ON!!". He rushes the Grave Digger, rocking him with several right hands, then whips him to the ropes... no, the Grave Digger reverses! He grabs Brujah's throat as he comes off the other side... CHOKESLAM!! Brujah's down!! And now the Grave Digger's picking him up again... he has him up! Jennie turns away with tears in her eyes, and Tony Garcia just watches, awestruck, as the crowd explodes into cheers... BURIAL!! The Grave Digger covers!! Linda Peterson counts!! HE GETS THREE!! The Grave Digger just defeated Brujah!!
The
Grave Digger pinned Brujah with the Burial in 0:16:09.
Rating: ** 1/4
(The Grave Digger retained the VCW World Title.)
The crowd is on its feet cheering... Brujah has just suffered his first loss in VCW, and after one hell of a fight against all odds, the Grave Digger is STILL the VCW World Champion!! Tony Garcia can't believe it, staring into the ring in utter awe, and Jennie immediately climbs into the ring, hovering over Brujah's fallen body and crying into his shoulder. The Grave Digger takes his eyes away from Brujah... and he's pointing at Tony Garcia, asking him to come in the ring and bring it on!! But Tony Garcia's just backing up... he's headed up the ramp, shaking his head "no"! Tony Garcia is backing down from the Grave Digger, retreating to the backstage entrance!!
As Tony Garcia disappears backstage, the Grave Digger is handed the VCW World Title! He raises it high above his head on one of the top turnbuckles... Brujah is still down in the middle of the ring, and the Grave Digger stands victorious after fighting off everything the Black Plague could throw at him tonight! How long will the Grave Digger stand as VCW World Champion!? Can he be the one to finally destroy the Black Plague!? We're out of time tonight, after one hell of a World Title match... see you next week!!
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