Monday Night Wrestling 06/04/01 (VCW 123)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, once again! We've forgotten to announce the arena names during our last few shows, so let's say up front that we're back home in the VCW Arena in California!! We're expecting a big show tonight... several of VCW's top stars are present, though we don't know exactly what matches are being planned for the main events tonight. We hope to...

Wait a second!! "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just started up over the arena sound system, and here comes trouble! The crowd boos as David Wright Hubbard storms down to the ring, limping on his bad knee, but tonight it actually doesn't seem to be bothering him that much. He climbs into the ring and wastes no time in grabbing a microphone... it seems that he has something to say right now!

D.W. Hubbard: All right, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I've been sitting at home, eating my wife's genuine Texas home cooking and nursing my knee back to health so I can support myself and my family, but there's just one thing that's got me a little bit pissed off, and if you'll all shut the hell up I'm gonna tell you what it is!

The crowd boos, and David Wright Hubbard looks around at them with an angry glare.

D.W. Hubbard: I said if you'll SHUT UP, I'm gonna tell you what it is!

The crowd's boos get even louder, and David Wright Hubbard sighs, leaning against the top rope and shaking his head in disgust for a few seconds, then turning back to the crowd.

D.W. Hubbard: That's okay, I'm gonna tell you anyway. A couple months ago, I was the VCW World Champion, and everywhere I went I was whipping asses left and right. I saw a man, I whipped his ass. That's just how it was. Every pathetic little son of a bitch that set foot in this ring with me got his ass whipped, and none of you can tell me any different!!

He has a selective memory there. David Wright Hubbard suffered multiple losses during his VCW World Title reign, and probably goes down as the least successful VCW World Champion in history, by the numbers. He took his fair share of beatings. The crowd knows this, and they're booing him loudly.

D.W. Hubbard: But now, things are different. Things are a hell of a lot different. That lousy piece of human garbage Falcon cost me the title at No Quarter, and then at Disaster Area, I beat the living shit out of him for it. Son of a bitch attacked my wife too, and he got his ass whipped! But that didn't get me my title back. I ain't the VCW World Champion no more, and THAT's what's got me so damn pissed off!!

The crowd boos, and David Wright Hubbard stops to pace in the ring, his face still angry and malicious.

D.W. Hubbard: All these weeks go by, and the Grave Digger's running around with my belt... but do I get a rematch? No. No, I don't. I do NOT get a rematch. That big tall monstrosity walks around, wearing my title belt like he earned it, and he never even says the name "David Wright Hubbard". And now he's giving Troy Black and Tony Garcia a title shot? Are they the rightful champions? No, they're not! I am! The Grave Digger's walking around with my property, and I'm here tonight with the express intent of whipping that man's ass!!

The Grave Digger runs around, talking about burying this, and burying that... the only thing that big bastard is burying is the dignity of my title belt! Everyone knows that that's my belt, that I never lost that belt, that I'm the toughest son of a bitch ever to wear the VCW World Title... and I know for a FACT that the Grave Digger's here tonight. So, Grave Digger, get your big tall ass to the ring, front and center, and I'm gonna take my belt back over your dead stinking body!!

Wow... he has a selective memory of the events of his title run, but those are strong words from David Wright Hubbard! And here comes the response... "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot starts playing, and here comes the Grave Digger!! The crowd erupts into cheers, and David Wright Hubbard stands in the ring, daring the Grave Digger to come on down... and the Grave Digger's headed right for the ring! He climbs up on the apron, then steps over the top rope... no, David Wright Hubbard rushes forward and pulls the top rope up between his legs! The Grave Digger wobbles into the ring and doubles over, and David Wright Hubbard runs into the ropes, then knocks him off his feet with a huge lariat!!

The Grave Digger goes down, and David Wright Hubbard points down at him, talking trash... BUT THE GRAVE DIGGER SITS UP!! The crowd erupts into cheers, and David Wright Hubbard panics, darting away and sliding out of the ring, then backing away up the ramp, towards the backstage entrance. The Grave Digger gets up, showing no signs of injury at all, and grabs David Wright Hubbard's discarded microphone...

G. Digger: Where are you going? I thought you called me down here for a fight.

David Wright Hubbard continues backing up, and grabs a microphone from somebody at ringside.

D.W. Hubbard: Are you telling me that that one ass-whipping wasn't enough!? I just kicked your big ass in there already, and you want more?

What!? Oh, come on... he hit the Grave Digger with a devestating lariat, but then the Grave Digger just popped right back up! The crowd boos loudly.

G. Digger: No... that wasn't enough. Get back in here and let's see what you got.

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, well... I don't feel like it right now. You understand me!? It ain't no big thing for me to whip a man's ass... but I just don't feel like it right now. How about we do it in the main event, with my title belt on the line?

G. Digger: Fine by me. You think this is your title belt? Come take it.

The crowd cheers... we're getting David Wright Hubbard, one-on-one against the Grave Digger for the VCW World Title, tonight!? What a main event!! But David Wright Hubbard raises the microphone again...

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, well I think I will. But there ain't gonna be no wrestling match... you and me are gonna tangle, and I want it in a Street Fight.

So it's a Street Fight now? You have to think that that shifts the odds in David Wright Hubbard's favor... no disqualifications and countouts are possible, making a title-changing pinfall outcome more likely. But the Grave Digger raises the microphone...

G. Digger: It doesn't matter what kind of fight it is... you've got your match.

The crowd erupts into cheers, and it's confirmed! The match is made... a Street Fight, one-on-one, David Wright Hubbard challenging the Grave Digger for the VCW World Title! And this is on a regular Monday night show!! What a match!! David Wright Hubbard backs up through the backstage entrance, yelling threats and insults at the Grave Digger the whole time... and now the Grave Digger is also going backstage. What a match we've got scheduled for later tonight... but hold it, we've received word that more of that strange footage is about to be shown! This stuff can't be for real...

On the Open Fields of Battle Heath, Near the Border of Arkanov...

Sophie is shown walking across a flat, dusty plain, covered sparsely with dry grass, accompanied by Gavin, the Prince of Cats, who is walking as a human, wearing his usual black cat's fur cloak, with two catlike ears on the hood. Sophie is still wearing the ninja suit, but without the mask and hood.

Sophie: I'm tired. My feet hurt. Can you carry me? Pleeeeeeease? I'm soft and cuddly, and you'll like it...

Gavin: I suppose I would ordinarily, but... fatigue is beginning to overcome me, as well. We must rest.

Sophie: But we've been walking for a whole WEEK, and we're still not out of this evil bad place! We have to keep going!

Gavin: Are you able to continue walking? Because I doubt I could carry you much more than five hundred yards or so before tiring.

Sophie: That's five hundred yards more than we'll get otherwise. Carry me, Gavin. I'm TIRED!!

Gavin just sighs at Sophie's pleading whines.

Gavin: Princess Sophia...

Sophie: I'm not a princess. I'm Sophie.

Gavin: Fine. We'll pretend for a moment that that's the case. Now, Sophie... let us rest. But tell me honestly... do you REALLY remember nothing of your homeland?

Sophie: Of course I do. I'm from California, and I live there with my totally awesome parents who always buy me cool stuff, and whenever I want I can go rollerblading in the skate park or go to the beach in a bikini and drive all of the boys CRAZY with my totally babed-out figure... it's soooo much FUN!! Not like this place. This place sucks. All this stupid magic and bad queens...

Gavin: No. I mean the Kingdom of Bonarbor. Do you know nothing about it?

Sophie: Um... no, not really. Is it full of good French trees?

Gavin: Well... in a fashion, perhaps. You are the Princess of Bonarbor--yes, I know, but take my word on this for now. It's a beautiful, undespoiled kingdom, surrounded by deep, magical forests. The Arkanovian Empire seeks to overrun your kingdom, and you were hidden away on Earth for a number of years, to save you from their malice, for they have agents everywhere. Now that you have grown to be a young woman, you have the potential to save your kingdom.

Sophie: You're darn right I do. You would not BELIEVE how much karate I know. I have the skills of ten thousand young warriors!

Gavin: So you've been trained in the combat arts already? Your foster parents were well-chosen indeed...

Sophie: Foster parents!? They're my mom and dad!

Gavin: ... We'll deal with that later. Anyway, your previous training will save us a lot of time... but we still must take you to the castle to uncover your magical abilities, and give you some of the weapons you'll need to overcome the forces of evil.

Sophie: I get magical abilities!? Cool! Do I get an token animal like yours?

Gavin: A TOTEM animal. And yes, you will, once we have given you the bonding ceremony. It will be the source of many of your magical powers.

Sophie: Cool. So... who're you in all this anyway? You're a prince, and you say that I'm a princess... you're not my brother or anything, are you?

Gavin: No, you're the Princess of all of the people in Bonarbor... I am the Prince of Cats. But I have come to help you because all of the creatures of Bonarbor must band together to keep it free from tyranny.

Sophie: Wow... even the cats. That's kinda cool. So, what's this Eternal Stone they're all talking about?

Gavin: It is a stone tablet on which the laws of reality have been carved. It's said that if you change those laws... you can warp reality itself.

Sophie: That is SO cool. We need to get that thing, and then I'll change it so that rain is made out of chocolate, and--

Gavin: No... the laws of reality must be preserved. We have to STOP Queen Morgana from changing them. It could send both this world and Earth into ruin.

Sophie: Yeah, I guess that would kinda suck. Okay... so we're going to get the Eternal Stone!

Gavin: No, first we're going back to the castle, so I can show your parents that you're still alive, and we can unseal your magical powers.

Sophie: Yeah. And my total animal. Hey... can you make sure I get a cool animal? Because I'd hate to be stuck with something nerdy, like a duck or something...

Gavin: It is remarkable fortune to have any totem animal at all. But yes... usually, the best animals of all are the ones that serve royalty. But I cannot say for sure which yours will be. By the traditional cycle of the royal family, it would be the unicorn... however, your upbringing was hardly traditional.

Sophie: A unicorn! Wow, that's SO cool!! I can't wait!

Gavin: At the rate we've been going, we should arrive at the castle in Bonarbor in a week. You won't have to wait much longer.

Sophie: So... you couldn't just carry me the rest of the way there tonight? Please?

Gavin: Sophie... I strongly advise that we get some rest. Tomorrow's a new day. My keen feline senses will tell me if anyone approaches in the night.

Sophie: Okay. But you have to turn into a big, fuzzy kitty so I can be comfortable leaning on you instead of sleeping on the ground.

Gavin: ... Very well. As my princess commands.

Gavin transforms into a large mountain lion, then lies down on the ground, and Sophie curls up against him, resting her head on one of his paws. The camera fades out on the two of them, resting in the middle of the open field...

That was unusual, as usual... but during the break, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor has made his way out to the ring! He watches the ViolenTron as the scene comes to an end, then raises a microphone to speak.

R. Taylor: Fortunately, it looks like Sophie's safe... but she wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for that no-good scoundrel, "Double R" Rex Richards! Rex... come on out here! I'm gonna make you pay for your injustice!!

Uh-oh... but wait, "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system!! Rex Richards steps out of the backstage entrance to a chorus of boos, but that's not his music... he's with Minako and Komachi, and he has a microphone!

R. Richards: Listen, buddy, none of that crap's real! That's just like a movie or something! She's goofing off! Now, I don't want to waste my time kicking your ass tonight... so instead, Komachi's gonna do it for me! Fuck his shit up, baby!!

Komachi nods, and she's charging to the ring... she's going to take out Russel "The Muscle" Taylor here tonight! She slides inside and goes into a battle stance, and Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!

Komachi
w/Rex Richards & Minako

vs.

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor

Russel Taylor actually fares a lot better than one would expect in this encounter. He has a size and power advantage, and he uses it, coming at Komachi hard and fast with some quick, spirited offense. Komachi fights back with stiff martial arts offense and even a few impressive power moves, but Russel Taylor shows a lot of resilency tonight for some reason, coming back and continuing to go on the attack. After a couple of minutes, the match looks surprisingly even... but that changes when Rex Richards smashes Russel Taylor in the back with a chair when he runs the ropes. Minako had Brendan Powers distracted, and Russel Taylor stumbles forward, right into a uraken from Komachi! That puts him down, and Komachi covers... and that's all for Russel Taylor!

Komachi pinned Russel Taylor after a uraken in 0:02:20.
Rating: *

Russel Taylor is down, and Komachi has won this match... but Russel Taylor showed a surprising amount of fight in that confrontation? Could he finally be starting to show improvement? Ahh, probably he just got lucky. Komachi still takes home the victory here... but hold it a second! We're going backstage, where we understand Ken Collins is about to attack the Black Plague dressing room! Let's get to that right away!!

Backstage...

Ken Collins is standing outside of a door, carrying an aluminum baseball bat, and yelling loudly as he pounds on the door with his free hand.

K. Collins: LORENZO!! I know you're in there! Open that door right now, and take what's coming to you! Call an ambulance, and get ready for a ride in it! I'm getting in there and beating you half to death if I have to break the door down!!

Suddenly, the door opens, and out steps Tony Garcia, carrying his wooden axe handle. He looks at Ken Collins with a sharp glare of disgust and pity.

T. Garcia: Listen, my friend... I don't know what you're thinking. You think you're gonna beat down our door and prove you're a big man by taking Lorenzo out with a ball bat?

K. Collins: After what he did to Stacey, he's got all that coming and then some. Stand aside, or get ready to face the consequences.

T. Garcia: Whoa, whoa! So you're getting ready to go after me now, too? Well, let me clue you in, sport. I'm cool with the Lockmans myself, and I can't say I'm happy with what went down... but I'm a member of the Plague, and Lorenzo's my boy, and nothing's gonna change that. You want Lorenzo, punk... you come get some of me first.

K. Collins: So if I get past you... I get Lorenzo?

T. Garcia: Now you're talking, champ. And I don't run from nobody. Pick your place and time... right here, right now, if you've got it.

K. Collins: How about later tonight, in the ring? I'm not just gonna get past you. I fought you once before... and this time, I'm gonna take you down.

T. Garcia: You got a match. I'll catch you in the ring tonight.

Ken Collins nods, then slowly turns away and begins to walk away. But as he does, Tony Garcia rushes forward, swinging the wooden axe handle at him... but Ken Collins raises the bat to block it, staring directly into Tony Garcia's eyes with volatile surprise. Tony Garcia just steps back slowly and calmly.

T. Garcia: Watch your back, kid. That's from me to you, okay?

K. Collins: Yeah. Okay.

Ken Collins begins backing away from Tony Garcia, never taking his eyes off of him for a second... but Lorenzo Vasquez slips around from the corner of the hallway and clobbers Ken Collins from behind as he stares at Tony Garcia. Ken Collins goes down to the mat, and Lorenzo Vasquez drops down on top of him, pummelling him with right hands as he yells at him.

L. Vasquez: What was all that yelling about, tough guy!? I thought you wanted some of me! I thought you wanted to kick my ass!!

T. Garcia: I told you to watch your back, my friend. ... BRUJAH!! Get out here! Duty calls!

Brujah steps out of the locker room door.

Brujah: What was all that yelling and pounding... oh, right. I see now.

Brujah rushes forward, and he and Lorenzo Vasquez begin attacking Ken Collins two on one, as Tony Garcia looks on with interest. But suddenly the Heavy Metal Express, Lars Coverdale and Marty Jannetty, rush onto the scene, wielding steel chairs, and catch Lorenzo Vasquez and Brujah with a pair of chairshots as they rush in. Lorenzo Vasquez and Brujah go down, immediately scrambling backwards, as Lars Coverdale and Marty Jannetty stand guard over Ken Collins.

L. Vasquez: You two dumb fucks want to mess with the Black Plague!? We're gonna take you out too, you worthless little Whitesnake-listening pussies!

M. Jannetty: Yeah, like Whitesnake's not better than any other band out these days anyway.

L. Coverdale: Yeah... and then there's Van Halen. Man, when Eddie starts wailing on that guitar...

M. Jannetty: Oh... DUDE!! He rocks so much! He plays that thing, and it's all like "wheedly deedly deedly duddle uddle deedly deeo deeo deedly doe..."

Marty Jannetty plays air guitar on the chair to his gibberish noises, as Lars Coverdale looks on, smiling, but Lorenzo Vasquez cuts him off with an outraged yell.

L. Vasquez: Shut the fuck up already!!

L. Coverdale: Listen, dude... you've stepped over the line too many times. The two of you... come on down to the ring, and we'll give you a totally righteous beating. You just don't mess... with the Express.

M. Jannetty: Whoa, dude, that rocked! It could be, like, our catchphrase or something!

L. Coverdale: Hey, yeah! That's righteous!

M. Jannetty: Dude!! You are SO awesome!!

Lars Coverdale and Marty Jannetty stare at each other with wide grins. Ken Collins starts to get to his feet, and he stares at Lorenzo Vasquez and Brujah, then starts to rush forward, but Lorenzo bolts behind Tony Garcia and Brujah, and Tony Garcia raises the axe handle.

T. Garcia: Remember, kid... get through ME first.

L. Coverdale: Don't worry about Lorenzo, Ken. We've SO got this one.

M. Jannetty: Yeah, it's gonna be super awesome.

K. Collins: All right. Lorenzo... you just watch what happens to Tony tonight... and I suggest you get ready for the fight of your life after he's not there to protect you.

L. Vasquez: Yeah, we'll just see. I'll take out your two sissy friends tonight with Brujah... and you, just try to make it out of the ring with Tony in one piece.

Lorenzo Vasquez backs away into the dressing room, followed by Brujah and then Tony Garcia, who stops to give an expressionless, contemplative stare at Ken Collins for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

We're back, and we're going to get ready for our next match! "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS is playing, and that brings out "Doctor" Dave Adams, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia, to the boos of the crowd. He walks to the ring, climbs inside, then holds the ropes open for Vivacia. The crowd, as usual, doesn't seem too fond of him as he poses in the ring, then goes to grab a microphone. He's taking on Quinn Harper in a moment, and we'll hear his comments...

D. Adams: By now, I think all the ladies should know that I'm the supreme sexual superstar unequalled by any other man, who can do things to your body that nobody else can. After I take you down and strip away your clothes, leaving your beautiful body dripping with desire in the cool night air, I'll set your senses ablaze with my golden touch. And as I take you in my arms and put the key inside you that'll unlock all your fondest fantasies, when your back arches with the throbbing sensation of sexual satisfaction, and you cry out to the heavens in the throes of pleasure, shaking the moon and stars and turning the Earth on its axis... that's when I'll turn the electricity of the ecstasy up to a hundred and eighty thousand volts, and blow your mind with surge after surge of ultimate orgasmic overload. So ladies... brace yourselves for the ultimate in majestic masculine delight, and the pleasures that I'm coming to bestow upon all of you.

The crowd boos, but now Nurse Vivacia grabs the microphone. What's this all about?

N. Vivacia: But some people, believe it or not, are too stupid to see all that we have to offer. Two weeks ago, Tommy Hustle not only turned down the chance to team with the magnicent "Doctor" Dave Adams... he also turned down his chance to get a little taste of heaven that most men only dream of... the chance for night after night of passion and pleasure with ME. And now, not only will Tommy Hustle have to live with the fact that he'll never know the feeling of running his hands across my hot, tender flesh as he samples the forbidden fruits of my body... he's also going to have to live with the fact that Dave Adams is gonna kick his sorry ass.

D. Adams: And as far as that other sorry excuse for a wrestler, Quinn Harper... I'm gonna make an example of him tonight. Pay attention, Tommy... this is what's gonna happen to you.

"The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing, and that brings out the opponent of "Doctor" Dave Adams tonight, "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper! The crowd gives a small pop as he runs to the ring and slides inside. He poses for the crowd on one of the top turnbuckles... and Dave Adams jumps him from behind! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

vs.

"Skyhawk" Quinn Harper

Dave Adams attacks early, hoping to capitalize on the element of surprise and immobilize Quinn Harper. He begins working over his knee, which might be a good strategy, considering that Quinn Harper relies primarily on his quickness and speed. Quinn Harper tries to fight back, and makes several attempted comebacks, but each time either the weakened state of his knee or timely interference by Nurse Vivacia proves to be enough to turn the tide back to Dave Adams. Looking for the kill, Dave Adams slaps on a figure-four leglock, looking for the kill, and Quinn Harper struggles in the hold, finally managing to turn it over! Dave Adams is forced to release, and he pulls Quinn Harper up and whips him to the ropes, as Nurse Vivacia pulls the top rope down... but Quinn Harper reverses, and Dave Adams spills over the top rope!

Dave Adams crashes to a heap on the floor, and Nurse Vivacia kneels at his side to help him up... but as they do, Quinn Harper limps up to the top turnbuckle, then leaps out to wipe them both out with a breathtaking flying cross bodypress to the floor!! Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia go down, and Quinn Harper rolls Dave Adams into the ring. Despite a severe limp, he hits a few nice moves, including a picture-perfect Asai moonsault for a near fall! He pulls Dave Adams up and goes for the Quinntessence, but Dave Adams shoves him away! Quinn Harper turns around, and Dave Adams doubles him over with a kick to the kneecap, then gives him a DDT and covers... and that'll be all!!

Dave Adams pinned Quinn Harper after a DDT in 0:04:50.
Rating: ** 1/4

Dave Adams picks up a win here... but in contrast to his first VCW performance, Quinn Harper looked pretty impressive here, hitting all of his big moves with precision and wrestling a solid match against an opponent who has not always been the easiest man to work with. Dave Adams rolls out of the ring, embracing Nurse Vivacia on the outside, as Quinn Harper pulls himself up to his feet in the ring. But after Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia have left, the crowd's ovation for Quinn Harper seems a little bit louder... he may have won a few of them over tonight. We're going backstage to two of the participants in our next match... Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with the Ontario Colour Show, Paul Canyon and Owen Addison!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is backstage with Owen Addison and Paul Canyon of the Ontario Colour Show, in addition to Tim Bell, as Owen and Paul prepare for their upcoming match.

Z. Adderloaf: All right. Owen Addison, Paul Canyon... I have a lot to ask the two of you about, but we'll start from what's coming next. Tonight, you'll be facing the New Immortals. Not exactly the toughest competition of your careers, but do you think you can handle it, in light of the personal issues you've had in recent matches?

O. Addison: That's a stupid question if I ever heard one. These are the New Immortals. They're a pair of pretty boys. Sure, I'll give them credit... they can actually wrestle, and they're not bad. But they're not as good as us. All the extra time they spend in front of the mirror, practicing their cheesy poses and combing their hair... we spend that time in the gym or in the ring, honing our art to perfection. The original Immortals were a great team... almost as great as us. But these New Immortals... they can't hold a candle to us.

And as regards to our teamwork and communication problems... there ARE no problems, Ziggy. All good friends get mad at each other sometimes. We just had to find out where we were coming from. But the days of those problems interfering with our teamwork are over, Ziggy... now we both understand that what's important while we're in that ring is taking care of business and winning the match... nothing more, nothing less.

P. Canyon: I had to clear my head on a few things... but I think I'm fine now. There've been a few things troubling me, but all my problems are out of sight and out of mind now. We're going back to the top, and getting our titles back. As for the rest... I won't let it get to me.

Z. Adderloaf: All right... we'll see the newly-focused and ready Ontario Colour Show in action in a few minutes. But first, real quick... what do you think about the pact between Hell's Bikers and the Hammer of the Gods to work together against men like yourselves?

O. Addison: I think it's two inferior tag teams trying to destroy what they could never become. The Hammer of the Gods have our titles now... but as far as Hell's Bikers go, we've been beating those two big monkeys since VCW was born, Ziggy. They want to come after Stiff Competition and us? I can promise you one thing... out of all of them, the one tag team that's going down as the greatest team in VCW history is the Ontario Colour Show.

Tim Bell steps in from the background, coming forward to speak.

T. Bell: And while we're talking about Hell's Bikers, I want to make one other thing clear. Crimson has his Homicide Road Tour going on again, and I've been Chokeslammed twice now so he can show everybody just how big and bad he is. He's attacking everyone backstage that he comes across, and I think I'm just about tired of it. I've got a match, later on, with Falcon as my partner, against Julian Page and Crimson... am I supposed to be scared? I'm not a bit scared of him. He's a big man, and a strong man... but I'm a professional wrestler, and I make my living taking down big men and stretching them out on the mat. I don't think there's any doubt... Crimson could take me in a street fight. But when I get in the ring with him again, he's not getting a street fight. He's getting a wrestling lesson.

Z. Adderloaf: Thank you for your comments, guys... now let's get back to the ring for the Ontario Colour Show's upcoming match!

The camera fades out as Owen Addison and Paul Canyon walk off of the scene, headed for the ring.

Tonight, it looks like the Technicians stand motivated and ready to defend against all comers... we'll see as the night progresses how effective they are. "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica is playing now, and the crowd cheers as Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, the Ontario Colour Show, come out of the backstage entrance. As a tag team, they've done a lot... they're four-time former VCW World Tag Team Champions, and they have a number of great matches to their name, including the only tag team ladder match in VCW history. They've beaten almost every combination to put itself up on the VCW tag team roster... but this is their first time facing the New Immortals. Nonetheless, they seem focused, but not a bit worried, as they prepare for this match.

And now "Riders On The Storm" by Creed is playing, and the crowd boos as that brings out "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, the New Immortals, along with Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael! Nicole's carrying a croquet mallet... but wait, they're stopping at the top of the entrance ramp and calling for microphones! Inside the ring, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon don't see too pleased with this... they came out here for a wrestling match, not another cheesy promo from these guys. Uh-oh, they've got microphones...

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

B. Danson: And I'm his tag team partner, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. Together, we're the New Immortals. Two great wrestlers, one new and improved great tag team. With us as always is the lovely Nicole...

Nicole smiles and waves to the crowd, but gets booed.

B. Danson: And the secret weapon, former Chicago Bear Steve "Mongo" McMichael! Say something cool, Mongo.

Bobby Danson hands the microphone off to Steve McMichael, and he takes it. This could get stupid...

S. McMichael: You know, baby, being here in the VCW Arena, it may not be the biggest or tallest building I performed in, but this is the home base of the VCW, my friends. This here's the Super Bowl of wrestling arenas, and that's coming from someone who's been to the Super Bowl, baby.

B. Danson: Yes indeed! They ought to give you another Super Bowl ring just for being here tonight, Mongo. But please... regale us with some entertaining football gibberish.

S. McMichael: All right, I'll do that, Beautiful Bobby. See, being in San Francisco also reminds me of the San Francisco 49ers, and how me and the Chicago Bears used to sack your sorry team every time we got out on the field. I remember every time I was coming off the field, I was picking scraps of your ugly-looking red and gold uniforms outta the spikes on my shoes! And this here tag team, the Ontario Colour Show, they're like your old quarterback Joe Montana... y'all can say how good they are and cheer for 'em, but when they come up on Mongo's team, they ain't gonna cut it, baby! AWW YEAH!! We about to WHOOP on somebody NOW!!

The crowd boos loudly. Did he always wear his helmet while he was playing football? That was a wasted minute or so that we'll never get back. Bobby Danson takes back the microphone.

M. Lazzario: Mongo's right! Just like he said, it's not about who's making the big money, or who the oddsmakers favor... it's not about who has the prettiest cheerleaders--even though that's us--or who can sell more Gatorade! It's about what's in your heart, and about going out there, be it to a football field or a wrestling ring, giving it your all, and leaving EVERY LAST DROP of your SOUL on that field when the day's done!!

B. Danson: Um... that's not what Mongo said.

M. Lazzario: Oh. Well, I wouldn't know. I wasn't really paying attention. I drifted off about the time when he started talking about wrestling babies in the Super Bowl or whatever.

Inside the ring, Owen Addison grabs a microphone of his own, looking as though he's reached the end of his patience.

O. Addison: Look... I'm sick and tired of this crap... all of you, just shut the hell up! And Moy, Bobby... you two, get in the ring so we can kick your asses!!

B. Danson: My good man... you're going to regret the day when you said those words, before the day's even out yet!

Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario toss aside their microphones, and thank God for that. They're finally heading to the ring, and they climb inside, preparing for the match! Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell... just like that, we've got a match!

New Immortals
w/Steve McMichael & Nicole

vs.

Ontario Colour Show

As the match starts, it becomes clear that the Ontario Colour Show is once again, at least for the time being, focused and ready for the match. They wrestle intelligently as a team, showing the New Immortals exactly what they're capable of and controlling the early portions of the match. But the New Immortals aren't exactly slouches when it comes to technical wrestling either. Their own considerable skill, combined with the raw physical strength of Bobby Danson, who has at least twenty pounds of muscle on everyone else in the ring, keeps them in the match... and the interference of Steve McMichael and Nicole on the outside doesn't hurt either.

Still, despite taking their own fair share of offense, the Ontario Colour Show seems to be in control as the match proceeds. Bobby Danson ends up in trouble against them, taking a piledriver from Owen Addison that might have ended the match, had Moy Lazzario not stepped in to break the count. Owen Addison shows considerable strength in lifting Bobby Danson on his shoulders, then tags in Paul Canyon, who comes off the top with a flying somersault neckbreaker that brings Bobby Danson to the mat from Owen's shoulders... but when Paul Canyon goes for the cover, Mongo has Linda Peterson distracted, and Nicole just handed off the croquet mallet to Moy Lazzario! He enters the ring and drills Owen Addison with the mallet, then does the same to Paul Canyon as he looks up!

Moy Lazzario drags Bobby Danson to his corner, then tags himself in when Linda Peterson turns around. He covers Paul Canyon... but Paul Canyon throws a shoulder up at two and three-quarters! Moy Lazzario's angry now, and he pulls Paul Canyon up, then whips him into the ropes and takes him down with a Thesz press in the middle, followed by a series of pucnhes! He pulls him up again and gives him the Ace Crusher, then turns around to pose... but when he does, Owen Addison's up, and he leaps to the top rope, then springs off to nail Moy Lazzario with a springboard spinning leg lariat! Owen lands on the mat and seamlessly rolls out of the ring on the other side as Moy Lazzario falls back, into a rollup from Paul Canyon! Bobby Danson rushes in... but Owen Addison pulls him out by the legs, and Paul Canyon gets three!!

The Ontario Colour Show defeated The New Immortals when P. Canyon pinned M. Lazzario after an inside cradle in 0:08:27.
Rating: ** 1/4

The Ontario Colour Show has emerged victorious, and Paul Canyon rejoins Owen Addison on the outside of the ring, as they start heading to the backstage area with the crowd cheering them on. In the ring, Bobby Danson, Nicole, and Mongo join Moy Lazzario as he begins throwing a minor tantrum, yelling at the fans and Linda Peterson before heading backstage with his teammates. The New Immortals weren't quite good enough to measure up to the Ontario Colour Show tonight, and this has to be a serious blow to the momentum they picked up with last week's win over the Wrecking Crew. Before our next match, we're going backstage again, to the Black Plague dressing room!

Backstage...

Jennie and Brujah are sitting together on a sofa in a comfortable dressing room backstage. As usual, they're close to one another, but Jennie looks a little preoccupied. Brujah seems to notice, turning to her with concern.

Brujah: What's wrong? Let's just enjoy the moment... Lorenzo and Rebecca went off to give us some time alone, and now it's peaceful and quiet in here... just you and me. I like that.

Jennie: I'd like it better if it was that way all the time. Brujah, I... this thing with Lorenzo. He's a terrible person. I can't even really stand to be around him. And something about you teaming up with him... I mean, Desmond's your friend, your partner, and Lorenzo's scum, and it doesn't seem right for us to be here and not--

Brujah: You don't always get to pick your co-workers. At least the Grave Digger's not in the Plague now.

Jennie: Yeah, but... what he did to Stacey just made me SICK. I'm not comfortable around him...

Brujah: He'd never do anything to you. Because I'm his teammate, and he knows what you mean to me. And he knows that even if he did, I'd break his neck for it.

Jennie: It's not that. It's just that... he's a creep.

Brujah: I'm not saying he's a decent guy. I don't even like him. But he's not here now. Shouldn't we enjoy the time now?

Jennie: I wish you wouldn't work with him. That's all.

Brujah: Jennie... this is my job. I don't have anything against Ken Collins or the Heavy Metal Express... I don't have anything against a lot of guys. But we're all paid to get in the ring and wrestle each other. I'm not gonna beat up girls backstage or anything. I'm just here to wrestle.

Jennie: Yeah, but...

Brujah: If I turn against Troy and the Plague, then I'm out of a job, and you're still here without me to protect you. Even if we got you out of your contract, what do we do? Do I go running home to Toronto and throw us into the hands of Strahd and Ian Maness? Do I call up Vince and see if there's any room left in Ohio Valley? Go to Japan? I don't even speak Japanese.

Jennie: I just wish...

Jennie trails off as "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez and Rebecca Black enter the room. Lorenzo is zipping the fly of his pants and Rebecca Black is wiping her mouth as they come in.

L. Vasquez: Enjoy your little time alone? I know we did.

Brujah: Yeah, it was all right.

L. Vasquez: Cool. Now... let's talk ass-kicking. These two stupid fucks we've got a match with tonight... I say we hurt them bad, to get a little message to Ken and Johnny. I think we need to concentrate on causing them some big-ass physical injury...

Jennie cringes and buries her head against Brujah's side as Lorenzo Vasquez continues talking, and Brujah looks on with a neutral expression on his face. The camera fades out as Lorenzo continues to go over their plan.

It continues to appear that not all of the members of the Black Plague are on the same page... and that may become more apparent when they step into the ring tonight against the Heavy Metal Express. We're going into our next match now... "Stuntman" by 24-7 Spyz is playing, and that brings out Tommy Hustle, to a modest-sized pop from the crowd. He had a fairly successful debut in VCW in terms of winning the match, and though he ran afoul of "Doctor" Dave Adams two weeks ago, we full expect that he'll continue to impress in this coming match. He enters the ring and poses for the crowd, getting a few more cheers, then grabs a microphone.

T. Hustle: Hey, Dave Adams... I heard you and that slut you run around with out here, telling me you're gonna come get some of me. Just listen up, doc... if you think you're big and bad, meet me in the ring for some one-on-one sometime, and I'm gonna kick your ass like I never got the chance to in NCXCW. And Nurse Vivacia... just like any other trash, the only place she belongs is out on the curb.

The crowd cheers... they're not fans of "Doctor" Dave Adams either, as we saw earlier. Nor are they fans of this man... "What U Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker begins playing, and the crowd boos the entrance of Tommy Hustle's opponent, Brian Rivera, who's accompanied by Stormy Weathers. This time, he's wearing purple and white striped pants that're skin-tight at the ankles, but loose around the thighs, in addition to a sweaty yellow tank top, a pink Chippendale's bowtie, and a San Francisco 49ers baseball cap with the brim facing backwards. As usual, that's all topped off by plenty of cheap gold jewelry and a pair of purple Nike high-tops. He enters the ring, and grabs a microphone...

B. Rivera: Hey, Tommy boy! Looking sharp there, big pimp! I tell you what, man... you look just like this one dumb-ass son of a bitch I saw down on the slums of Chicago, back when I was living there. I was in this ol' boy's house, and I was banging his sister, man... aw, man, she had these huge knockers flopping all over the place, and she was hollerin' out like a dehorned calf... I tell you what, man, this ol' boy came in, with this big ol' stupid look on his face just like you got on yours, and he--

T. Hustle: Yeah, but I ain't got time for this. We got a match right now, and just like all these people, I don't wanna hear some long-ass story that don't go nowhere.

B. Rivera: Shut up, punk. I ain't done yet. Anyway, he was hootin' and yelling and shit, and it was all like "Taneshia! What the hell you doing!? You supposed to be down at the electric company and shit! Who's this boy up in my house, butt naked on my couch, with his dick all up in yo--

T. Hustle: Listen, you redneck gangster, I'm gonna tell you again. I don't care about your ghetto story or whatever you're trying to say. You want a match, or do I have to shut you up the hard way?

B. Rivera: Hey man, I'm just trying to tell y'all a story! You got the nerve to talk to me like that... I tell you what, how's about I kick your ass!?

Tommy Hustle's motioning for Brian Rivera to bring it on, and he charges quickly! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll get this match started!

Tommy Hustle

vs.

Brian Rivera
w/Stormy Weathers

These two men square off, each showing off a good amount of brawling ability, quickness, athleticism, and wrestling talent, as they struggle to gain the advantage early in the match. A trip from Stormy Weathers on the outside lands the ball in Brian Rivera's court after a few minutes, and he begins working over Tommy Hustle, trying to beat him down and slow him down to take control of this match. He controls for a time, but when he heads to the top turnbuckle after a bodyslam, yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM" and jumps off for his flying legdrop, Tommy Hustle moves out of the way. Tommy Hustle uses the advantage to start mounting a big comeback, hitting a few big moves on Brian Rivera, including an impressive springboard Thesz press for two and three quarters... but David Wright Hubbard suddenly comes out of the backstage entrance! He motions to Stormy to distract Jerry Rogers, and Stormy jumps up on the apron, babbling about a hair pull on a German suplex or some such nonsense... and David Wright Hubbard slides into the ring!! Tommy Hustle looks up... LARIAT!! David Wright Hubbard just mowed him down with a big lariat! He rolls out of the ring, and Brian Rivera quickly scrambles across for the cover as Jerry Rogers turns around... and he gets three!

Brian Rivera pinned Tommy Hustle after outside interference in 0:05:18.
Rating: **

Brian Rivera has won this match, but we'll never know if he could have done it without David Wright Hubbard cutting off Tommy Hustle's comeback! Brian Rivera starts celebrating in the ring, but David Wright Hubbard motions for him to step out... then begins walking backstage with him, talking to Stormy Weathers and Brian Rivera on the way back. What's this all about!? Is David Wright Hubbard up to something?

Back in the ring, Tommy Hustle gets up. He looks a little frustrated, but the crowd gives him a small, polite round of cheers anyway as he begins heading backstage. He gets up on top of the ramp... and Dave Adams darts out of the backstage entrance, carrying a chair!! He nails Tommy Hustle in the head with the chair, sending him down in a heap, as Nurse Vivacia steps out as well. Dave Adams sets aside the chair, then pulls Tommy Hustle up... DOCTOR'S ORDERS ON THE STEEL!! Dave Adams just laid Tommy Hustle out on the steel ramp with the Doctor's Orders... and Nurse Vivacia grabs his legs! She holds them spread... KICK TO THE GROIN!! Tommy Hustle doubles up in a ball on the ramp, twitching and grimacing in agony, and the crowd's booing as Dave Adams takes a bow, then disappears backstage. Shortly after, trainers come out for Tommy Hustle, to help him backstage.

We're going to see another confrontation involving the Black Plague right now... "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison is playing, and that brings out the Heavy Metal Express, Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, to a loud burst of cheers from the crowd. After saving Ken Collins from a two-on-one assault earlier tonight, the match was made... they'll be facing Brujah and "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez, in what could be quite the uphill battle for them. They still enter the ring with a lot of confidence, headbanging and playing air guitar to their music, though they seem to sober up a bit as the music dies down.

Now "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent is playing, and here come Brujah, the VCW Television Champion, and "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez, along with Rebecca Black and Jennie! No, Brujah's saying something to Jennie... and she nods with a grateful smile, then turns and leaves through the backstage entrance again. The crowd boos as Brujah and Lorenzo make their way to the ring and climb inside. Brujah poses on the top turnbuckle, raising the VCW Television title high in the air to a chorus of boos, then sets the title aside and steps down, where Lorenzo and Rebecca pull him into a last-minute huddle. Lorenzo turns to the Heavy Metal Express shortly, and Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!

Black Plague ("The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez & Brujah)
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Heavy Metal Express

The Heavy Metal Express start the match off doing very well for themselves, taking down both Lorenzo Vasquez and Brujah on their attempts to get in offense, using frequent teamwork and quick dropkicks or takedowns to stay on top of the match. One dropkick from Lars Coverdale sends Lorenzo Vasquez spilling out of the ring to the floor, and Lars goes up to the top turbuckle, leaping off with a flying cross bodypress... but Rebecca Black pulls Lorenzo Vasquez out of the way, and Lars Coverdale collides with the guardrail! What's worse, it appears that he may have hurt his right arm in the landing... and Lorenzo Vasquez immediately hones in on that, attacking ruthlessly.

The advantage clearly shifts to the Black Plague's corner as the match goes back into the ring, with Lorenzo Vasquez and Brujah taking turns working over the arm of Lars Coverdale. But Lars Coverdale is still in the match, and when Brujah goes for an armwringer, he flips out of it, counters with an armwringer of his own, then tags in Marty Jannetty, who leaps up on the top rope and springs off with a springboard axhandle smash down across Brujah's arm! He winces in pain, but the crowd cheers to see him get some of his own medicine, then cheers even further as Marty Jannetty begins working the arm, taking Brujah down and dropping a few knees into it, then putting on an armbar submission!! Brujah's in a world of pain... but he scrambles for the ropes, and quickly gets there before too much damage is done.

Marty Jannetty keeps on the offensive, occasionally targeting Brujah's arm... but as is often the case, Brujah's too ornery to stay down, and keeps getting up and fighting back. Experiencing some difficulty, Marty Jannetty doubles him over with a kneelift, then goes for a Rocker Dropper, but Brujah backdrops out of it! Marty Jannetty flips and lands on his feet, but Brujah turns... LARIAT!! He mowed Marty Jannetty down with a lariat, but he's holding his right arm in pain! He gets up and shuts out the pain, though... but instead of making a tag, he pulls Marty Jannetty into a standing headscissors. He goes for the Power Bomb... but instead, Marty counters with a Frankensteiner!! Both men are down now, and Brujah gets up again, but this time he tags in Lorenzo Vasquez... as Marty tags in Lars Coverdale!!

Lars Coverdale comes in with full attack mode, taking down everything in his path in a flurry of offense. Marty Jannetty comes in to help him, and the Heavy Metal Express begins cleaning house, much to the delight of the crowd. After a pair of synchronized Rocker Droppers on Brujah and Lorenzo Vasquez, Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale exchange a glance... and then they pick up Lorenzo Vasquez and whip him to the ropes! He comes off... but Rebecca Black's up on the apron on the other side, and she just raised her shirt, revealing a blace lace bra filled nearly to overflowing! Lars Coverdale's distracted... Marty Jannetty hits the Sweet Chin Music on Lorenzo Vasquez, but that wasn't the Double Superkick that they were looking for! And Lars Coverdale is still distracted... and now he grabs Rebecca Black and gives her a kiss!!

Marty Jannetty turns to Lars Coverdale in confusion... and now he's smiling, asking if he gets a turn! What an idiot... Brujah's up!! He whirls Marty around... LARIAT!! He caught him again, though once again that took its toll on his arm! Lars Coverdale turns, at the sight of his partner dropping, but now Lorenzo's up again too, and he kicks Lars Coverdale in the groin! Lars doubles over, and Lorenzo Vasquez pulls him into the middle of the ring... SINGLE ARM DDT!! And he flows into the Barcelona Armbar!! Rebecca Black hops off of the apron, wretching and gagging, though Lars would probably be the one who's disgusted if he knew where her mouth has been lately... but he can't worry about that now, he's in the Barcelona Armbar!! He's struggling to escape... he taps out!! Lorenzo Vasquez wins!!

The Black Plague (Lorenzo Vasquez and Brujah) defeated The Heavy Metal Express when Vasquez made Coverdale submit to the Barcelona Armbar in 0:09:15.
Rating: ** 1/4

The Black Plague chalks up another win here, thanks to Lars Coverdale's ineptness around women... but Lorenzo Vasquez is just cranking back on the armbar, refusing to let go, even as Lars continues tapping out! Marty Jannetty's up, but Brujah gives him a swift kick to the midsection, then puts him in a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! And that'll do it for Brujah... he's rolling out of the ring and heading for the back. Finally, at the threat of a reversed decision, Lorenzo Vasquez releases Lars Coverdale and joins Brujah and Rebecca Black in heading up the ramp to the backstage entrance. Lorenzo Vasquez may yet get what he deserves... but it didn't happen tonight. We're going backstage now, where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with the Hammer of the Gods and Crimson! Let's see that now!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage. With him are the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, as well as Julian Page, Jasmina Chastity and the massive Crimson. He steps forward to speak to them.

Z. Adderloaf: Okay, guys, I want...

Ziggy Adderloaf trails off as Jasmina Chastity holds up a hand to shush him.

J. Chastity: No, Ziggy... this is my department. Get lost.

Ziggy Adderloaf seems to know better than to argue with this room full of people, and backs away, leaving the scene.

J. Chastity: Okay. Now... first things first. Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon are about to face Stiff Competition tonight... and boys, I'm just wondering... what made you decide to lower yourselves to wrestling THEM?

J. Idol: Well, Jasmina, it's all part of our agreement with our new friends, Hell's Bikers. They want to see Stiff Competition taken down, and who better to do it than the best tag team in VCW, the VCW World Tag Team Champions? But since they're so unworthy, I feel I have to remind you... this IS a non-title match.

J. Chastity: Of course. Now, Julian, Crimson... you guys also have a tag team match tonight, against Falcon and Tim Bell. How's that looking to you?

J. Page: Just look at us. You have Julian Page, the best wrestler in the company, after less than two years full-time competition... I've been a VCW Television Champion, I've been a VCW Intercontinental Champion... I've gone a long way. But then... then you have the big man here. Nearly seven feet tall, nearly three hundred pounds... if there's ANYBODY in this company who doesn't think he's the baddest man in professional wrestling today, they won't be around long after he gets wind of it. You've got the perfect combination... brains and brawn, twisted steel and sex appeal... and we're set up to face Falcon and Tim Bell!? Jasmina, baby... they don't stand a chance.

Crimson: All right, now that you've all had a turn flapping your lips, let me tell you how it is. Tim Bell says he can beat me in a wrestling match, and says he wants to put a stop to me? That ain't gonna happen. What IS gonna happen is him eating another Chokeslam, right in the middle of the ring, for a special requested third stop on the Homicide Road Tour for him. Anyone else in the way, like Falcon, is just another motherfucker who doesn't have enough sense in his head to run away while he still can. I'm gonna dominate as long as I feel like it, and when the dust clears I'm gonna be the only son of a bitch still standing...

Crimson looks around at the members of the Hammer of the Gods with contempt.

Crimson: And don't none of you forget that.

An uncomfortable silence falls over the area, as Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, and Jasmina Chastity begin to slink away for their upcoming match, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

That's right... the Hammer of the Gods are about the face Stiff Competition, in what will evidently be a non-title match. "War Machine" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders, Stiff Competition, make their way out of the backstage entrance. They're on their way to the ring, and the Hammer of the Gods may have a rough night ahead... they both look pretty surly and determined tonight. They enter the ring, and Bass Rogers bellows at the crowd and raises a fist high in the air, getting a surge of cheers from the crowd.

But now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin is playing, and here come the VCW World Tag Team Champions! Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Hammer of the Gods, along with Jasmina Chastity, make their way out of the backstage entrance to the boos of the crowd. They're wearing the VCW World Tag Team Titles, and as always, Rob Solomon's carrying a hockey stick. This is a non-title match, so they don't have much to lose other than the cost of any medical bills they need to pay as a result of this match. They're entering the ring, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring as well, calling for the bell!

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

vs.

Stiff Competition

Jacob Idol starts out against Dean Sanders, and they square off, trading wrestling moves and counters, though no one man holds the advantage for any length of time. Jacob Idol tags in Rob Solomon, and he trades stiff blows with Dean Sanders, with both men looking pretty even there as well. But then Dean Sanders tags in Bass Rogers, and Rob Solomon doesn't fare so well going toe-to-toe with him. Bass Rogers takes the advantage, and Stiff Competition starts working over Rob Solomon. After taking some abuse, Rob Solomon manages to make the tag to Jacob Idol, who comes in and goes after Bass Rogers's arm, perhaps trying to negate some of his strength advantage... but Bass Rogers takes control of him with brawling and sheer inner fury as well, and Jacob Idol is also put on the receiving end of some hard-hitting offense.

Before Stiff Competition can soften Jacob Idol up enough to begin looking for the kill, Jasmina Chastity comes into play, jumping up on the apron and yelling at Dean Sanders, distracting him and insulting him with a stream of colorful language. He raises an eyebrow and mutters something to her that the cameras don't pick up, then turns around... right into a kick to the groin from Jacob Idol! Jacob Idol tags in Rob Solomon, and they immediately isolate Dean Sanders and take turns working him over, shifting the momentum of the match in a hurry. They continue to pile on the abuse for a few minutes, cutting off any attempts to come back or make a tag to Bass Rogers, and shortly Dean Sanders begins seeming pretty weakened. Rob Solomon plants him with a sitdown faceslam and covers, getting two and three-quarters, then goes to the top turnbuckle... FLYING LEGDROP!! But Dean Sanders moves!! Both men are down, and both crawl to their corners for the tag. Here comes Jacob Idol... and here comes Bass Rogers!!

Jacob Idol rushes Bass Rogers, but takes a quick kick to the midsection, and Bass Rogers presses him over his head, then tosses him out to the floor! Rob Solomon rushes in, as Dean Sanders begins beating on Jacob Idol on the floor, and Bass Rogers sucks up a few stiff kicks from Rob Solomon before dropping him with an even stiffer right hand! He punishes Rob Solomon with an avalanche, a massive powerslam, a spinebuster, and then a stiff power bomb before going for the cover... only to be reminded by Bobcat McGavin that Rob Solomon's not the legal man! And with Bobcat's attention deverted, Jasmina Chastity gives Dean Sanders a low blow on the outside, then Jacob Idol nails him with a DDT!!

Bobcat McGavin turns and sees Dean Sanders down, and begins questioning Jasmina... and as he does that, Jacob Idol grabs one of the VCW World Tag Team Titles! He slides into the ring behind Bass Rogers, who is angrily pummelling Rob Solomon... Bass Rogers turns around... AND GETS A TITLE BELT UPSIDE THE HEAD!! Bass Rogers is down... Jacob Idol throw the title belt to the outside, then covers Bass Rogers and hooks the leg as he yells for Bobcat McGavin to turn around! Bobcat McGavin turns and counts... SHOULDER UP AT TWO AND NINE-TENTHS!! Bass Rogers is still in the match!

Rob Solomon's up now, too... and he just said something to Jacob Idol! Jacob Idol brings Bass Rogers to one corner of the ring, and Rob Solomon stands in the opposite corner, winding up his arm. Jacob Idol whips Bass Rogers to Rob Solomon... no, Bass Rogers reverses!! Rob Solomon doesn't stop himself in time... LARIAT ON JACOB IDOL!! Jacob Idol's down, and Rob Solomon stares at what he's done in horror... but Bass Rogers kicks him in the midsection and chucks him out of the ring! Bass Rogers lifts Jacob Idol into a standing headscissors, then powers him up... POWER BOMB!! Jacob Idol crashes hard into the mat, bounces up, and flops down in a motionless heap from the devestating impact! Bass Rogers covers... Rob Solomon's up on the outside, but Dean Sanders tackles him, and Bass Rogers gets the three-count!!

Non-Title Match:
Stiff Competition defeated The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon) when B. Rogers pinned Idol after a power bomb in 0:13:58.
Rating: ** 3/4

The VCW World Tag Team Champions were just defeated in the middle of the ring! Stiff Competition have won! If this was a title match, we'd have new VCW World Tag Team Champions... but as it is, this still looks like a huge setback to the Hammer of the Gods, in terms of their plans to take out the competition with Hell's Bikers. Obviously, they sure didn't take out Stiff Competition tonight. But right now, we're going to go backstage, where Falcon and Lady Erica Whitmore are looking for somebody!

Backstage...

Falcon is walking through the backstage hallway, looking around as if trying to find somebody. Lady Erica Whitmore is following closely behind him.

L.E. Whitmore: I'm not sure you'll find them. Perhaps we'd better go find Tim Bell instead and discuss our strategy in the tag team match?

Falcon: No, this is important. Not that the other stuff isn't... but this is real important.

As Falcon rounds the corner, he spots Melissa DelArmeggio and Desmond walking down the hallway, and immediately begins sprinting towards them.

Falcon: Hey, guys! Hold on.

Desmond and Melissa turn around as Falcon approaches, followed by Erica. They both look surprised to see him.

M. DelArmeggio: Um... look, this isn't a good time. We've got a match in a few seconds--

Falcon: I know. That's what this is about. Your match is against Lance Errington and Chris Champlain, right?

Desmond: Yeah. We think Amy sent them.

Falcon: Maybe. But since you both know they're thoroughly dangerous, and I myself have had a few bad scrapes with them recently, I figured I'd tell you. I'll be watching in case you guys need some backup out there.

M. DelArmeggio: Well... um... thanks. I...

Falcon: Yeah, I know. You didn't even remember I existed until I came up just now. No problem. It's like I said a couple years ago... you don't become someone's friend, someone's teammate, and let them close to you, then just stop watching out for them because you don't feel like it anymore. Or at least I don't. Besides, I wouldn't mind trying to beat a little sense into Lance Errington again.

Desmond: We appreciate the help... we just might need it. Thanks.

Falcon: Don't mention it... but don't count on me too much. If this is some kind of setup and things turn ugly, I'll help all I can, but I'm perfectly capable of getting my ass kicked too.

Desmond: Of course. I think we can hold our own.

Falcon: Good. And good luck out there... both of you.

Desmond: Thanks.

They turn and begin walking towards the ring, as Falcon stares after them. Lady Erica Whitmore grabs his shoulder lightly, trying to get his attention.

L.E. Whitmore: Hey... think we should go find Tim now, and get ready for your match? We can watch out for them on the monitors.

Falcon: Yeah, we should. I just feel like I'm stuck in 1999 sometimes.

Falcon turns and begins walking in the other direction, followed by Lady Erica Whitmore, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Desmond and Melissa DelArmeggio may need Falcon's help... "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing, and that brings out Chris Champlain and Lance Errington, to a huge round of boos from the crowd. Chris Champlain runs to the ring with his black, hooded cloak flowing behind him, as Lance Errington walks there at a leisurely pace. As Chris Champlain climbs to the top turnbuckle and throws his head and arms out and up in a maniacal laugh, Lance Errington climbs into the ring, then steps off to the side. Chris Champlain grabs a microphone, though... can't we get through a show these days without hearing one of these maniacs talk?

C. Champlain: Tonight... Uncle Chris and Uncle Lance are here on business. The Black Plague has contacted us about taking care of their Melissa and Desmond problem. And it's not that we need the money... don't forget, I'm a fantastically wealthy British gentleman... my estate's worth about eighty million of your little American dollars. But to crack through the furious shell of Desmond's inner rage and leave him as a sobbing baby on the mat, and to bruise and tear Melissa's firm, beautiful flesh, to keep knocking her down until she finally doesn't get up... that's it's own reward. We're here on business... but tonight, it'll be a pleasure doing business.

These two are definitely sick, and they're both main-event level competitors... the Black Plague seems to have made a good choice of hitmen here, after last week's failure of Rex Richards and Komachi. And now "Sad But True" by Metallica is playing, bringing out Melissa DelArmeggio and Desmond to a loud round of cheers from the crowd. They're headed for the ring, without hesitating, and climbing inside... and Lance Errington and Chris Champlain attack them immediately!! Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins this match!

Lance Errington & Chris Champlain

vs.

Melissa DelArmeggio & Desmond

Lance Errington and Chris Champlain take the quick advantage as they start the match, singling out Desmond and attacking him. They viciously begin focusing on his right knee, to set him up for Lance Errington's Scorpion Deathlock or perhaps just to try to injure him. But Desmond avoids a dropkick to the knee by Chris Champlain, then clobbers him with a hard forearm shot when he stands. Desmond takes control with a few power moves, then tags in Melissa, who opens up on Chris Champlain with a series of martial arts kicks. In spite of the apparent odds against them, Melissa and Desmond manage to have an even match with Lance Errington and Chris Champlain for several minutes. Lance Errington and Chris Champlain regain the advantage several times, but it's not enough to put them away and finish the match.

Finally, Chris Champlain takes a decisive upper hand on Desmond, hitting him with a few big moves that leave him groggy. He takes Desmond down with a kneebreaker, then drops a few elbows on his knee and puts on a half Boston! Desmond struggles, crawling for several seconds, and eventually makes it to his corner and tags Melissa! Chris Champlain turns around, but Melissa nails him with a series of swift kicks to the head and upper body, then tosses him out of the ring, leaps up on the top rope, and nails him with a flying cross bodypress to the floor!

They brawl on the outside, with Melissa keeping the upper hand and dishing out more stiff kicks. But when she goes to ram Chris Champlain head-first into the ringpost, he blocks, then rams her head into the ringpost instead! Melissa goes down in a heap, and Chris Champlain continues to assault her on the outside, choking her with cables and taking her head-first into anything hard and unforgiving he can find. He even pulls her up on the announcers' table, and puts her in a standing headscissors... what's he doing!? PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!! The crowd can't contain a chant of "VCW!" in spite of their hatred for Chris Champlain after that move! He just drove Melissa DelArmeggio through the table... and now he's rolling her into the ring! Melissa's flattened on the canvas, and Chris Champlain climbs to the top turnbuckle... FLYING KNEEDROP!! Chris Champlain just drove his knees right into Melissa's head, and that could be all!

But he's not going for the pin... he just looks at Lance Errington and smiles, then makes a tag. Lance Errington picks Melissa up, then lifts her in a front chancery... BRAIN BUSTER!! He just dropped her right on the mat! She could be out cold... but Lance Errington's not going for the cover either! He pulls her up... DDT!! This may be sound strategy, given that Melissa's been known to take an unbelievably vicious beating and come back from it... but he's STILL not going for the cover! He picks her up again, into a standing headscissors... PILEDRIVER!! And now Lance Errington... tags Chris Champlain in again!? Chris Champlain lifts her up... BACKDROP DRIVER!! He just drove Melissa straight down on her head, and THAT should be all! But he's still not going for the cover... and Desmond's seen enough!!

Desmond just rushed into the ring! Linda Peterson orders him to back away, but he just runs right past her and tackles Chris Champlain to the mat, then begins beating the hell out of him! He's not the legal man, but he doesn't care! Chris Champlain and Lance Errington weren't out to win the match, just to cause injury! Melissa's a motionless heap on the mat... and Lance Errington's in, clobbering Desmond from behind! Desmond whirls around and starts nailing Lance Errington with a series of punches, driving him back to the ropes... and he rushes and knocks him out over the top with a Yakuza kick!! Chris Champlain's up, and he charges Desmond... but Desmond takes him down with a powerslam, than crouches over him and begins viciously choking him!!

Lance Errington's on the outside... and he just grabbed a chair! He slides into the ring with the chair, and Linda Peterson's warning him not to attack... but they never intended on winning the match, only hurting their opponents. Wait a second.. FALCON!! Falcon's coming out of the backstage entrance as Lance Errington raises the chair, behind Desmond, but he won't be quick enough... but hold it! Lance Errington sees Falcon, and he slides out of the ring without attacking Desmond, instead charging up the aisle to meet Falcon and take him down with a chairshot!

On the inside of the ring, Chris Champlain just nailed Desmond with an eye gouge. Desmond staggers back, clutching his eyes, then rushes again, right into a kick to the groin! He hooks Desmond in a front chancery... but Melissa's getting up! Desmond shoves Chris Champlain away from the front chancery, and he stumbles backwards... into a kick to the back of the head from Melissa, which causes him to stagger forward into an OUTCAST!! Desmond just took Chris Champlain down with the Outcast!! Now he's sliding out of the ring, and he pulls Lance Errington off of Falcon, then turns him around and kicks him in the midsection... OUTCAST!! Lance Errington just got the Outcast as well! And inside the ring, Melissa's going up to the top turnbuckle... she's wobbly and off-balance as she climbs, still suffering the effects of all the moves earlier in the match... but she gets to the top! FROG SPLASH!! She came off the top onto Chris Champlain's prone body, and she hooks a leg... AND GETS THREE!! Melissa and Desmond win!!

Desmond and Melissa DelArmeggio defeated Lance Errington and Chris Champlain when Melissa pinned C. Champlain with the Frog Splash in 0:10:28.
Rating: ** 1/4

In all fairness, Chris Champlain and Lance Errington probably had that match won at several points, but Lance Errington's lack of focus and their aim to hurt, rather than to win, was the deciding factor in this match, and Melissa DelArmeggio and Desmond have emerged with the victory. Lance Errington's down, and Chris Champlain's down, as Falcon and Desmond go to the ring to help Melissa to the outside. She seems shaken up and perhaps a little unsteady and disoriented... but she's walking out of here, which certainly wasn't on the agenda of Lance Errington and Chris Champlain tonight.

Falcon's going to be in our next match, so he doesn't get much time to rest... but we understand that first, we're going to go back to Julian Page and Crimson just before they prepare to head to the ring! Let's take a look at that...

Backstage...

Crimson is walking through the hallway, looking around as if scanning the area for victims, when Julian Page approaches him, dressed to wrestle and carrying a canvas bag. He nods as he sees Julian Page.

Crimson: There you are. Our match is on next... don't fuck this up.

J. Page: Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. What about you? Are you ready for the match?

Crimson: Not just yet. Hold on a second.

Crimson looks down the hallway, and spies Tommy Hustle standing at the end of the hallway, talking to one of the trainers, and evidently having not seen him. He rushes in from behind, clobbering Tommy Hustle with a forearm shot, then shoves him against the wall and gives him a knee to the gut. Tommy Hustle doubles over, and Crimson grabs him and power bombs him on the stone floor. As he surveys his work with a smile, "Doctor" Dave Adams approaches him.

D. Adams: Hey, I like that. Good job there, big man... show that idiot who's--

Dave Adams is cut off as Crimson clobbers him with a massive punch to the face. He goes down, and starts to get up, but Crimson grabs him by the throat, then lifts him and gives him the Chokeslam on the floor. Nurse Vivacia stares at him, horrified.

N. Vivacia: You just--

Crimson: Yeah, I just kicked your man's ass...

Crimson grabs Nurse Vivacia by the hips, and pulls her tightly against his massive body.

Crimson: And you LIKE it, don't you, you little slut.

Nurse Vivacia doesn't take long to figure out the safest answer to that as Crimson runs a hand through her hair. She smiles nervously and looks up at him.

N. Vivacia: You know I do, you big stud...

Crimson smiles... but as he looks up from her, he sees that Salvaje Demonio just walked out of a nearby door, and is standing in the door, staring at the carnage in the area aghast.

Crimson: What're you looking at, jalepeno breath!? You got a fucking problem!?

Crimson shoves Nurse Vivacia to the floor and rushes Salvaje Demonio, clobbering him with a massive punch, then grabbing him by the mask and ramming him head-first into the wall. Salvaje Demonio goes limp, and Crimson's still holding the back of his mask as he opens the door wide, then slams it shut on his head with a huge impact. Salvaje Demonio collapses in a heap as Crimson drops him and turns to Julian Page, who's watching the carnage with a look of mild disbelief.

Crimson: Yeah. Now I'm ready.

Crimson turns and starts walking down the hall again, as Julian Page stares for a second, then runs after him to catch up with him. Nurse Vivacia and the road officials stare in horror as he departs, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Good Lord... Crimson just took out three VCW competitors with barely a thought given to it! "Shame" by Rollins Band is playing now, and that brings out Falcon, for the second time tonight, along with his tag team partner Tim Bell, and Lady Erica Whitmore. Tim Bell also knows what it's like to suffer from Crimson's wrath recently... two weeks ago, he received not one, but two Chokeslams in the same night. Tonight, he's teaming with Falcon against Crimson and Julian Page, no doubt seeking some revenge. They enter the ring and pose for the crowd, getting a large round of cheers, then turn to await their opponents.

Now "Walk" by Pantera is playing, and here they come... the team of Crimson and Julian Page! Crimson is walking down the ring slowly, with malicious intent plain in his eyes, as Julian Page follows behind him, still a little intimidated by what he just witnessed backstage, and still carrying his canvas bag... what's in there, anyway? Crimson climbs to the apron and steps in over the top rope, and Julian Page follows... and Crimson must have heard Tim Bell's comments earlier, because he goes face-to-face with him instantly... but Tim Bell's not backing down! Crimson towers over him by about three-quarters of a foot, but Tim Bell's not backing down for a second as they exchange heated words in the middle of the ring! Crimson turns away, laughing... and suddenly turns and sucker-punches Tim Bell!! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins the match!

Crimson & Julian Page

vs.

Tim Bell & Falcon
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

Crimson opens up the match by knocking Tim Bell around the ring brutally, but amazingly Tim Bell gets with it and begins outwrestling Crimson, taking the big man down with a few suplexes. He tags in Falcon, and Falcon throws himself at Crimson hard and fast, knowing that that's what it'll take to keep him down. After a few nice moves, Falcon dumps Crimson to the outside, then nails him with a baseball slide that sends him crashing into the guardrail. Falcon attacks Crimson in a brawl on the outside, but Crimson reverses a whip to the guardrail... but Falcon leaps up and springs off of the guardrail to catch Crimson with the Falconsault... BUT CRIMSON CATCHES HIM!! Crimson holds Falcon up, then drops him chest-first on the guardrail!

Crimson takes the match back into the ring and tags in Julian Page, who begins working Falcon over... but doesn't get very far before Falcon ducks a leg lariat, then fires off a superkick when Julian Page turns around. Julian Page catches his foot... but Falcon jumps up and nails him with an enzuigiri! That takes him down, and Falcon tags in Tim Bell, who goes after Julian Page, taking him down and working over his neck. These two men are certainly no strangers, as a result of the long-running Technicians' feud with the Hammer of the Gods. But before Tim Bell can build any serious momentum, Julian Page catches him with an eye gouge, then brings him down with a jawbreaker. He goes to his corner and tags in Crimson, and Julian Page brings Falcon back in.

Once again, Falcon goes after Crimson, taking him down repeatedly with a barrage of quick offense. Falcon takes Crimson off of his feet with a swinging neckbreaker, then goes up to the top turnbuckle... but Julian Page shoves him off, right into a lariat from Crimson!! Falcon goes down hard, and Crimson and Julian Page isolate him and take turns working him over, keeping him isolated and beating him up mercilessly. After a few minutes of abuse, Crimson executes a gutwrench suplex and a ragdoll full nelson slam, then tags in Julian Page. Julian puts on a standing headscissors, then goes for his double underhook faceslam, but Falcon backdrops out of it! Julian pops up and charges, but Falcon nails him with a superkick! Julian Page rolls over and tags in Crimson... and Falcon lurches to his corner and tags in Tim Bell!

Tim Bell comes in, and Crimson steps over the top rope and charges him, but Tim Bell ducks under a clothesline, then hooks him in a waistlock and brings him down with a German suplex! And he rolls through with it, giving him a second German suplex, then a third! He holds the bridge on the third... AND CRIMSON KICKS OUT AT ONE!! Julian Page charges in, but Tim Bell nails him with a kick to the midsection and an atomic drop, then Falcon backdrops him up and out of the ring!! Julian Page is down on the outside, and Falcon goes out after him. Meanwhile, Tim Bell takes Crimson down with a bulldog, then a Samoan Drop! But he doesn't go for a cover... he goes up to the top turnbuckle! Crimson's still down... FROG SPLASH!! It connected, and Tim Bell covers and hooks the leg... and Crimson kicks out POWERFULLY at two!! Against a lesser opponent, that might have been enough... but Crimson still has a LOT left!

On the outside, Falcon's still assaulting Julian Page... but someone's running out of the backstage entrance! It's Lance Errington... and he has a pipe wrench!! He runs down the ramp to Falcon, who looks up... AND GETS NAILED!! Lance Errington just clobbered Falcon in the head with the steel pipe wrench, and Jerry Rogers is busy watching the legal men in the match, and didn't see it! Now Lance Errington looks up at Lady Erica Whitmore, who's yelling at him after he attacked Falcon... and he starts chasing her! He chases her a full lap around the ring, and she starts running up the ramp, with Lance Errington gaining on her... but Desmond comes out of the backstage entrance, carrying a steel chair, and charges out and nails Lance Errington! That ended the chase, and it looks like Desmond just returned the favor of Falcon's earlier help!

Back in the ring, Tim Bell is faring amazingly well against Crimson, hitting him with a lot of big moves, but Crimson's just not getting hurt! He puts Crimson on the top turnbuckle, then climbs up... he's going to try to finish with the Top-Rope Frankensteiner! But Crimson shoves him down off of the turnbuckle! Tim Bell falls to the mat in the ring, then gets up... and Crimson leaps off onto him with a flying clothesline!! Tim Bell was nearly beheaded, and the crowd's on its feet from seeing such a big man take flight like that! Tim Bell's down, and Crimson lifts him into a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! Tim Bell is sprawled out on the mat, and this match is probably over... no, Crimson picks him up by the throat! He lifts... CHOKESLAM!! Tim Bell just felt the Chokeslam again, and Crimson puts a massive boot on his chest for the academic three-count.

Crimson and Julian Page defeated Falcon and Tim Bell when Crimson pinned T. Bell with the Chokeslam in 0:07:21.
Rating: ** 1/2

Crimson just won this match decisively... and Julian Page is up, smirking at Crimson and giving him a small golf clap, as the crowd boos! He reaches into the bag, and pulls out a small bag of salted peanuts, which he tosses to Crimson, who catches it and looks at it strangely before tossing it aside. And now Julian's reaching into the bag again... and he pulls out a banana! He peels the banana and offers it to Crimson, still with that smirk on his face... and Crimson stares at him angrily, then slaps the banana out of his hand and grabs him by the throat!! The crowd cheers, eager to see Julian Page get Chokeslammed... but instead, Crimson just shoves him to the mat, then turns and steps out over the top rope and begins heading backstage. Julian Page gets up, and the smirk's gone from his face now as he grabs the canvas bag and heads backstage with it, staying well clear of Crimson.

As Lady Erica Whitmore, Desmond, and some trainers check on Falcon and Tim Bell, we're going to go backstage once again, where Ziggy Adderloaf's standing by with Tony Garcia, who'll take on Ken Collins in our next match tonight, and who'll team up with Troy Black to face the Grave Digger for the VCW World Title in a handicap match at Gang Wars! Let's go to that now!

Backstage...

Tony Garcia is standing backstage next to Ziggy Adderloaf, holding his trademark wooden axe handle and leaning against the wall casually. He seems calm, but thoughtful.

Z. Adderloaf: Tony Garcia... I'll get to your match tonight in a moment, but at Gang Wars, you'll be facing the Grave Digger, alongside Troy Black, in a handicap match for the VCW World Title. It seems as though you just can't lose, given those odds... what're your thoughts on that match, and the possible outcomes that could arise from it?

T. Garcia: You said POSSIBLE outcomes, Ziggy. That's a good way of putting it. Because it just ain't possible for the Grave Digger to go through both me and Troy. And if it's Troy that wins the title belt... I ain't gonna lie. Down the road, I'm gonna want another shot at it. But it's cool, just as long as it ain't on the Digger anymore. But if it's me... if I become the VCW World Champion for a second time... then Ziggy, you can bet your ass I'm holding that title for a hell of a lot longer than a day.

See, me and Troy have talked it over. It's okay if I win, it's okay if he wins... it's all good. The one thing that could save the Grave Digger is us getting jealous... but there ain't gonna be no jealousy. We're a FAMILY, Ziggy. If I get the title, you can bet Troy gets a shot at it any time he wants... same thing for me, if he gets the title. Just like Gabriel, just like Sandis, Falcon, David Wright Hubbard... anyone who tangles with the Plague gets broken down. When the Grave Digger gets in the ring with BOTH of us... he's gonna be lucky to walk outta there alive, my friend.

Z. Adderloaf: It sure does seem that way. But now, I have to ask you... tonight, you've got a match with Ken Collins. You said he has to get through you to get to Lorenzo Vasquez. Do you think that's gonna happen?

T. Garcia: I don't know. I ain't gonna lie to you, Ziggy. This kid's good. He's real good. But I got twenty-five years of being real good behind me. I beat him once, but hell... who knows? I might not beat him again. But for Lorenzo's sake... I sure as hell better.

Tony Garcia turns and walks away from Ziggy Adderloaf, headed for the ring, as the camera fades out on the backstage entrance.

We're back, and "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page is playing, as Ken Collins comes out of the backstage entrance, to a huge ovation from the crowd. They've really banded behind him during his troubles with Lorenzo Vasquez... he's probably one of the most talented stars, with one of the brightest futures in VCW. But tonight, he's facing a veritable institution of the past. For Ken Collins to beat Tony Garcia would mean a lot more than just a shot at Lorenzo Vasquez... he'd be defeating a man with a reputation built on two and a half decades of dominance, a man that is still feared in the VCW locker room today, at forty-five years of age. The crowd's solidly behind Ken Collins as he enters the ring and poses, but he seems to know the magnitude of what he must do tonight.

And now "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Tony Garcia, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. One thing becomes clear as Tony Garcia steps out... not only is he a warrior, a veteran with twenty-five years of experience... he's also a veritable monster, four inches taller and one hundred pounds heavier than Ken Collins. Yet from the look on his face, he seems to know that he could potentially lose this match, that he's facing one of the best of the new generation. Then again, he's faced such men before and emerged victorious, and he shows no hesitation as he walks to the ring and climbs inside, setting his wooden axe handle on the apron. The two men begin moving forward, as Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell!

Tony Garcia

vs.

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins

Ken Collins seems to know from their last match that no amount of inner fury will let him slug it out with Tony Garcia and win, and instead he does his best to outwrestle him, taking the advantage early on with several quick takedowns, including a drop-toe hold from which he flows into an armbar submission, only to have Tony Garcia quickly drag himself to the ropes. Ken Collins is quicker and a more proficient technical wrestler than Tony Garcia, and he's using that to his advantage... but after a few takedowns Tony Garcia wises up, moving in more slowly and cautiously. Ken Collins looks for a headlock takedown, but this time Tony Garcia spreads his legs and shifts his weight, stabilizing himself, then wraps his arms snugly around Ken Collins and lifts him, then brings him crashing down in an atomic drop!

Tony Garcia goes on the offensive now, working Ken Collins's back and mauling him with massive forearms and right hands. Ken Collins fights back, trying to retaliate and getting in at least as much offense as Tony Garcia does, but against a man with Tony Garcia's devestating power, that's not good enough! After each blow or countermove Tony Garcia keeps getting back up, absorbing the damage and dishing out far more with his own devestating offense. Ken Collins seems to know that he needs a little something more to beat Tony Garcia here... and after he ducks a clothesline from Tony Garcia, he scoops him up with a great effort, then brings him down across a knee in a shoulderbreaker! The crowd erupts with cheers, but Ken Collins puts a hand to his back, having strained himself with the effort of lifting Tony Garcia! He sacrificed his own back to cause some damage to Tony Garcia's shoulder!!

Ken Collins quickly shuts out the pain and goes on the offensive, working over Tony Garcia's shoulder with a vicious, single-minded purpose. He has to make good on that big move and take out Tony Garcia's right arm, before Tony Garcia has time to start focusing on his now-weakened back again. He uses armwringers with elbowsmashes to the shoulder, cross armbreaker sitdown splashes, and kneedrops to the shoulder on Tony Garcia, trying to wrench his right arm out of the socket. Tony Garcia's in pain and caught off-guard by this assault, but he knows what's coming, and when Ken Collins tries to take him down into the California Crossface, he shoves him away, then whirls and nails him with a spinning lariat!!

Ken Collins goes down, but that retaliation may have had a price for Tony Garcia... he's holding his right shoulder and grimacing. Tony Garcia begins working over Ken Collins, nailing him with a few big power moves to target his back, but from the growing grimace of pain on his face, it's clear that his right arm doesn't have many of those left in it. He knows he has to finish Ken Collins, and he has to do it soon! After a big spinebuster, he pulls Ken Collins up across his shoulders... TORTURE RACK!! He's racking Ken Collins, and grimacing with the effort!! But his right arm loses its grip, and Ken Collins slips out behind him, and brings him down suddenly!! CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! Ken Collins has Tony Garcia locked in the California Crossface!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Tony Garcia's face screws up in pain, as he starts frantically going for the ropes! Tony Garcia's struggling, getting there inch by inch, but his progress is coming slowly... he's fighting hard to get to the ropes! After close to a minute in the hold, he gets near, then screws his eyes closed and makes one final lunge... HE GETS THE ROPES!! Tony Garcia just got to the ropes!!

The crowd boos loudly, and Ken Collins stares down at him, seeming to deflate for a second... but now he's climbing to the top turnbuckle! He wants to look for the Flying Dropkick to finish this one off... but Tony Garcia pulls himself up and throws himself against the top rope, shaking it and causing Ken Collins to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle! Tony Garcia gets up and climbs up after him, gently rolling him onto a fireman's carry position on the top turnbuckle, where his entire upper back can bear the weight... and he turns and falls back... TOP-ROPE SAMOAN DROP!! He just squashed Ken Collins like a bug!! And he gets up slowly, rolling his right shoulder with a grimace of pain... and he yells out "ONE MORE!!" to the crowd! He's pulling Ken Collins up into a standing headscissors, and bracing himself... he bellows and lifts... POWER BOMB!! He did it!! Tony Garcia lifted Ken Collins and flattened him with a massive power bomb!! He sighs wearily as he covers Ken Collins... AND GETS TWO AND NINE-TENTHS!! Ken Collins somehow threw a shoulder up!

Tony Garcia stares down at Ken Collins with disbelief. His right arm's dangling uselessly at his side, and he's looking worried now. He backs up, then runs at Ken Collins and leaps up with a big splash... but Ken Collins rolls out of the way! Tony Garcia wipes out on the ground, and Ken Collins is up, grabbing his right arm, and taking him over... he's looking for a cross armbreaker, but Tony Garcia's holding onto his right hand with his left, preventing Ken Collins from pulling it back! Ken Collins cranks back, trying to pull the right arm away... and Tony Garcia rolls over to his feet, still holding the right arm, putting his weight on top of Ken Collins's legs and folding him nearly double! Ken Collins isn't releasing Tony Garcia's right arm, but his shoulders are down, and Brendan Powers is counting... TONY GARCIA GETS THREE!! Tony Garcia wins!!

Tony Garcia pinned Ken Collins after a roll-up in 0:17:10.
Rating: ** 1/2

The crowd explodes into boos, and Ken Collins looks up, barely even realizing he was pinned! Tony Garcia's rolling out of the ring, raising his left arm in victory as the right arm dangles at his side. Ken Collins stares out at him, frustration clear on his face... the victory, and his promised opportunity to face Lorenzo Vasquez should he win, just slipped away from him! He was close... he was VERY close, but he didn't beat Tony Garcia tonight!

Tony Garcia is headed backstage, with his arm dangling limply at his side... and after starting after him with frustration, Ken Collins is heading backstage as well. But as he does, the crowd starts a huge "COLLINS!" chant... they know he came damn close to beating one of the toughest men in this sport. He looks out at them from the top of the ramp, acknowledging the cheers... but as much as it may mean to him to have an arena full of fans cheering his performance, it's not the same as a chance to get his hands on Lorenzo Vasquez, or the ability to say that he defeated a legendary force like Tony Garcia, and it's with a clear look of regret that he steps through the backstage entrance.

We're going straight through to our main event now... and "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing as David Wright Hubbard emerges from the backstage entrance and begins walking to the ring, still wearing a kneebrace and walking with a slight limp. He looks angry and ready for battle, as usual... but what was his motive for helping Brian Rivera in his match against Tommy Hustle earlier? We may find out soon. He enters the ring, pacing back and forth as he waits for the Grave Digger. This should be one hell of a fight...

And now "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot is playing, and here comes the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger!! The crowd explodes into cheers as the Grave Digger walks out of the backstage entrance, wearing the VCW World Title around his waist. He walks to the ring, not hesitating a bit... and that's not a surprise at all, coming from a man who agreed to fight both Tony Garcia and Troy Black in a handicap match at Gang Wars. He climbs up on the apron, steps over the top rope, and hands the VCW World Title off to Bobcat McGavin! The turns to David Wright Hubbard as Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell, and our main event of the evening is now underway!!

Street Fight:
For the VCW World Title:

Grave Digger (c)

vs.

David Wright Hubbard

David Wright Hubbard rushes the Grave Digger, assaulting him with a barrage of fists and feet, but when the Grave Digger retaliates in kind, it becomes clear that going toe-to-toe with the Grave Digger won't get the job done, and the crowd sees the rather unusual sight of David Wright Hubbard flying back dramatically and bumping wildly for the Grave Digger's offense. The Grave Digger continues bouncing David Wright Hubbard around and mauling him like he's a cruiserweight, and David Wright Hubbard backs off, begging for mercy. The Grave Digger's not having any of that, immediately grabbing David Wright Hubbard by the hair to pull him up... but as he does, David Wright Hubbard nails him with a low blow! And since this is a Street Fight, that's perfectly legal!

With the Grave Digger stunned, David Wright Hubbard quickly goes on the offensive, chucking him out of the ring, then assaulting him on the outside. He takes him head-first into the ringpost and the ringsteps, then whips him into the guardrail and clobbers him with a series of punches there. David Wright Hubbard goes to the timekeeper's table as the Grave Digger begins to stagger out... and he rushes him, nailing him in the forehead with the ring bell!! That's also legal, in a Street Fight, and the Grave Digger goes down hard! But David Wright Hubbard's not done yet... he pulls the Grave Digger up, then draws back and nails him in the head with the ring bell again!!

David Wright Hubbard takes the match back into the ring, bringing a chair in along with him, and starts further assaulting the Grave Digger. He's taking the advantage now, just based on sheer aggression after that low blow. After administiring a beating with the steel chair and a lot of brawling offense and right hands, David Wright Hubbard places the chair at the Grave Digger's back and pulls him up into a standing headscissors... he's going to power bomb him on the chair! But as he lifts, he can't get him up! The Grave Digger's blocking the power bomb attempt... and he counters it with a massive backdrop, sending David Wright Hubbard crashing down back-first on the chair!!

David Wright Hubbard quickly ends up in a lot of trouble... the Grave Digger goes on the offensive again, attacking him viciously, then flattens him with a massive blow from the chair. He draws his thumb across his throat, perhaps signalling for the Burial... but Brian Rivera comes running out of the backstage entrance! He sprints to ringside, and grabs the VCW World Title belt as the Grave Digger lifts David Wright Hubbard for the Burial... and Brian Rivera climbs to the top turnbuckle behind the Grave Digger, then leaps off, nailing the Grave Digger with a blow to the back of the skull from the top turnbuckle, using the belt! The Grave Digger goes down... but there won't be any disqualifications in this match!

Brian Rivera slides out of the ring again, and grabs two empty beer bottles that are near a fan in the front row. The Grave Digger starts getting up, as he climbs into the ring and hands one bottle to David Wright Hubbard, who's also up now. Standing at either side of the Grave Digger, they draw back the bottles and swing... AND BREAK BOTH BOTTLES OVER HIS HEAD!! The Grave Digger collapses to his knees in a shower of broken glass, then falls to the mat! Brian Rivera grabs the steel chair and whacks him across the back of the head with it a few times, then drops the chair and pulls him up... BITCH SLAP ON THE CHAIR!! That took the Grave Digger down, and David Wright Hubbard covers him... FOR TWO AND A HALF!!

The Grave Digger kicked out of the Bitch Slap on the chair at two and a half, and Brian Rivera exchanges a worried look with David Wright Hubbard... THE GRAVE DIGGER SITS UP!! He's up, and he grabs Brian Rivera by the throat, as David Wright Hubbard backs away towards a corner... CHOKESLAM!! Brian Rivera just got chokeslammed... but as the Grave Digger turns around, David Wright Hubbard climbs to the top turnbuckle! He leaps off... FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS!! No, the Grave Digger just caught him! He caught David Wright Hubbard out of the air, and he turns his position so that his head's pointing down, then grips him tightly... BURIAL!! He just nailed David Wright Hubbard with the Burial! Brian Rivera's still down, and Jerry Rogers counts as the Grave Digger puts a hand on David Wright Hubbard's chest... and that gets three!! The Grave Digger wins!!

Street Fight:
The Grave Digger pinned David Wright Hubbard with the Burial in 0:08:58.
Rating: **
(The Grave Digger retained the VCW World Title.)

Evidently David Wright Hubbard struck some sort of deal with Brian Rivera for this match, but it clearly didn't work... the Grave Digger just destroyed both men in this Street Fight! Could he repeat this feat against Tony Garcia and Troy Black!? How much longer can the Grave Digger continue to defy the odds like this! He's raising the title high above his head now, to the cheers of the crowd... and Brian Rivera and David Wright Hubbard are both still laid out on the mat! We're out of time tonight... but we're only thirteen days away from Gang Wars! Join us next week!!

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