Monday Night Wrestling 06/18/01 (VCW 125)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, as we bring you the best wrestling known to man, live from the VCW Arena, here in California! We've got quite a show on hand for you tonight, and we don't know many of the specifics, but we do know that our main event has been signed, and it will feature the Grave Digger, fresh off of a title defense against both Troy Black and Tony Garcia in which he defeated the entire Black Plague singlehandedly, defending his VCW World Title one-on-one against Chris Champlain!! And speaking of the Black Plague, we understand that we have a statement from Warren Kanowski, one of their attourneys in the Ivory Tower, live, via satellite. Let's go to that now, on the ViolenTron!

Live from the Ivory Tower:

A middle-aged man in a gray suit is sitting at a desk, with papers and folders surrounding him, holding a clipboard in his hands as he faces the camera. A nameplate on the desk identifies him as Warren Kanowski.

W. Kanowski: As the acting attourney for the Black Plague, I am here to release a statement from them as pertains to Gang Wars, and specifically the events of the VCW World Title match last night.

Warren Kanowski raises the clipboard, and begins reading from it.

W. Kanowski: As a show of protest concerning the dangerous and unsportsmanlike conduct of the Grave Digger during last night's main event match, the Black Plague, being comprised of Troy Black, Tony Garcia, Brujah, Lorenzo Vasquez, Amy Lin, and Rebecca Black, will be absent from tonight's show. Therefore, Troy Black, Tony Garcia, Brujah, Lorenzo Vasquez, Amy Lin, and Rebecca Black will NOT be competing in any previously scheduled matches, nor will they be appearing at the arena tonight.

Furthermore, the Black Plague would like to formally request that the Grave Digger's dangerous and unsportsmanlike conduct in defending the VCW World Title, including but not limited to his use of a lethal weapon, be reviewed and considered as grounds for vacating the VCW World Title and punishing the Grave Digger via suspension or termination of his VCW contract. Until then, it remains a possibility that criminal assault charges may be filed, and both VCW and the Grave Digger himself may be subject to lawsuits concerning the physical and emotional harm caused by the Grave Digger's behavior. However, the Black Plague remains optimistic in the belief that VCW management will make the right choice. Thank you for your time, and I urge VCW management to contact my offices with any questions they may have.

Warren Kanowski sets the clipboard aside as the camera fades out on the broadcast.

The crowd boos, and a huge "BULLSHIT!" chant begins... translated from legal terms, that means that the Black Plague's going to sit at home whining and send their lawyers out because all of them at once couldn't defeat the Grave Digger in the VCW World Title match last night. But if they want to stay off of this show, they certainly won't be missed... they can stay home for as long as they like, in the eyes of many fans.

We're going to get to our first match now, and it'll be a six-man tag team bout. "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as the Heavy Metal Express, Marty Jannetty and Lars Coverdale, come to the ring, along with Tommy Hustle. Lars Coverdale may have scored the biggest victory of his career last night, defeating David Wright Hubbard to become the sole survivor from his team, and take home a huge win! They enter the ring, and Lars Coverdale and Marty Jannetty begin headbanging as Tommy Hustle poses for the crowd, getting a few rounds of cheers.

But now "Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and here comes the opposition! The New Immortals, "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, and their partner Steve "Mongo" McMichael, step out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Nicole, getting a generous helping of boos from the crowd. And they're stopping at the top of the entrance ramp... with microphones. We had to know this was coming...

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

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

Nicole smiles and blushes, but the crowd responds with a round of boos.

B. Danson: Anyway, folks... before we get our match started, I think there's something you ought to see. Our partner and good friend, Steve "Mongo" McMichael, is not only a great figure in the wrestling world and the football world... he's also earning status quickly among the fine sport of automobile racing. He was down at the track with NASCAR driver Kenny Tatman several days ago... can we show the footage of that?

What? Who wants to see NASCAR footage on a wrestling show!? But it appears we're going to roll the footage on the ViolenTron anyway...

On the Racetrack:

Mongo McMichael is shown walking along a race track with Kenny Tatman, a race car driver who looks like a redneck version of Kelsey Grammar.

S. McMichael: We've got a big problem, Kenny.

K. Tatman: Aw, what's wrong, Mongo? The car's running good, ain't it?

S. McMichael: You don't understand. There's a fat guy stuck in the window.

They walk up on the car, and see a pair of legs sticking out of the driver's side window, kicking pitifully. Steve McMichael and Kenny Tatman look into the window, and the camera viewpoint shifts to inside the car, showing that the legs belong to a fat guy who's stuck in the car.

K. Tatman: Hey, what happened, buddy?

F. Guy: I tried to climb in through the window like a dumbass, and I got stuck.

S. McMichael: You've got a race on Saturday! What're we gonna do?

Kenny Tatman just looks down and hangs his head, then unzips his racing jacket.

K. Tatman: Man... I can't deal with this shit. I'm going to go home, get a bottle of Stagger 2, and get so drunk I forget this whole thing happened.

S. McMichael: Think that'll work?

K. Tatman: It has to! They don't call Stagger 2 "The World's Strongest Hard Liquor" for nothing! It's one hundred and fifty proof!

Kenny Tatman throws down his racing jacket in frustration and stomps it into the asphalt of the track, then storms away. Steve McMichael stares after him in confusion, then shrugs and walks off himself.

That was... yeah. The crowd stares in shock, and even Moy Lazzario and Nicole seem a little bit disturbed by that footage. In the ring, Tommy Hustle calls for a microphone.

T. Hustle: All right. I'll be the one to ask. ... What in the DAMN hell was THAT!?

M. Lazzario: Um... yeah. I mean, you know, it's okay and all... but why'd you have them show that ridiculous footage, anyway?

B. Danson: Well, it was just to... um... hmm. I don't know. I'm sorry.

Steve McMichael grabs a microphone of his own.

S. McMichael: You see, baby, Mongo's taking over the entire sports industry one at a time, and you three punks in the ring are next, my friend!

Steve "Mongo" McMichael charges towards the ring, and the New Immortals exchange a shrug, then run after him. They enter the ring, and Brendan Powers calls for the bell to begin this match!

New Immortals & Steve "Mongo" McMichael
w/Nicole

vs.

Heavy Metal Express & Tommy Hustle

This match is an exciting, fast-paced conflict, for the most part. Whenever Mongo's not in the ring, the match is filled with quick maneuvering and a few impressive technical wrestling exchanges, with no one team gaining the advantage. The Heavy Metal Express and Tommy Hustle seem ready to take the lead after a few minutes, as Marty Jannetty takes down Moy Lazzario repeatedly, then tags in Lars Coverdale for a few double-team moves. Bobby Danson and Mongo also enter the ring, and so does Tommy Hustle, and soon all hell has broken loose, as all six men go at it in the ring!

But as the action is progressing in the ring, someone's coming down the aisle! It's David Wright Hubbard, and he doesn't look happy! He enters the ring and quickly clobbers Tommy Hustle from behind, then chucks him out over the top rope. Marty Jannetty turns around... and David Wright Hubbard mows him down with a lariat! And now he's coming up from behind Lars Coverdale, and he clobbers him across the back, then throws him into a corner of the ring and starts beating the hell out of him! The New Immortals and Mongo quickly evacuate the ring and begin retreating, as Brendan Powers calls for the bell to make this a disqualification.

The Heavy Metal Express and Tommy Hustle defeated The New Immortals and Steve McMichael when Coverdale defeated M. Lazzario via disqualification in 0:03:27.
Rating: **

Lars Coverdale throws a few shots at David Wright Hubbard in return, but that just makes David Wright Hubbard even angrier, and he snap mares Lars Coverdale out of the corner by the hair! Lars Coverdale stands up, a little shaken, and David Wright Hubbard cuts him down with a lariat! Marty Jannetty's starting to get up now... and David Wright Hubbard clubs him across the back, then lifts him and drills him to the mat with a power bomb! Tommy Hustle climbs back on the apron and leaps up to the top turnbuckle, jumping at David Wright Hubbard with his springboard Thesz press... but David Wright Hubbard catches him, then drills him with a spinebuster!!

David Wright Hubbard chucks Marty Jannetty and Tommy Hustle out of the ring, then grabs Lars Coverdale by the hair and pulls him into a standing headscissors, then brings him crashing to the mat with a huge power bomb!! David Wright Hubbard crouches over Lars Coverdale and begins beating the hell out of him with a series of big right hands, busting open his forehead as he continues to lay in blow after blow on Lars Coverdale! Finally, he's getting up... but now he pulls Lars Coverdale up by the throat, and gives him a big chokeslam!! David Wright Hubbard lays in a few more stomps on Lars Coverdale, then calls for a microphone as the crowd showers him with boos. What could he possibly have to say for himself? He crouches over Lars Coverdale, staring down at him.

D.W. Hubbard: You think you're a big man!? You think you're special because of what happened last night!? Listen to me, boy, and listen real good... it took four people to whip my ass last night, and you're just one of them. And you thought you were a big shot, you thought you were worth a damn because you were the last one standing after I wiped out all three of your partners by myself!? Look at you now... you ain't so big, are you!? I just whipped your ass, you pretty-boy son of a bitch! Who's a big man now!? Huh!? How do you like me now!?

David Wright Hubbard crouches over Lars Coverdale, and begins hitting him in the head repeatedly, with the microphone still clenched in his fist! Lars Coverdale's already semi-conscious at best, and David Wright Hubbard's beating the hell out of him even further! Now he tosses aside the microphone, and pulls Lars Coverdale up into a standing headscissors... then lifts him and takes a running start, drilling him with a running crucifix power bomb!! Lars Coverdale has been laid to waste... and now, finally, David Wright Hubbard is leaving the ring... but on the way out, he picks up the microphone.

D.W. Hubbard: Oh yeah... and I got a match tonight. Bass Rogers... your fat ass is mine.

David Wright Hubbard tosses aside the microphone again and storms up the ring, heading backstage to a chorus of boos from the crowd. And now some trainers are coming out for Lars Coverdale... he may be hurt after that brutal assault from David Wright Hubbard. None of that changes the fact that last night, Lars Coverdale did, in fact, pin David Wright Hubbard in the middle of the ring. As they help Lars Coverdale in the ring, we're going to go to some footage that's allegedly from the Royal Castle of Bonarbor... this should be odd.

In the Royal Castle of Bonarbor...

Sophie is shown resting in a luxurious bedroom, laying around absentmindedly and looking around. She finally sits up, pulls off her socks, and begins counting her toes one-by-one, until the door opens and Gavin, the Prince of the Cats walks in, accompanied by a sagely looking man.

Gavin: Princess Sophia... you seem much improved. This is Elderon, the court wizard. I've brought him here to talk to you about what happened last night.

Sophie frowns and hangs her head as Gavin speaks.

Sophie: Um... yeah, about that. They kind of stole the magical stuff from me, and I don't really think I'm really up to this...

Gavin: That won't happen again. We should have suspected... but Queen Morgana was in the arena that night, and she put a magical seal on the arena so that none of us could use the portals to enter and help you. We'll make certain that you'll be well-protected next time.

Sophie: Yeah but... what I'm saying is there won't be a next time. I can't deal with that. I don't even have my magical stuff anymore!

Elderon, the court wizard, steps forward.

Elderon: Actually, Sophia, that is why I'm here. To grant you powers that cannot be taken away. And to start, I think it's time to grant you your totem animal.

Sophie's face suddenly lights up with renewed cheerfulness again.

Sophie: Really? Whoo-hoo!! I get to go meet the unicorn now, right!?

Elderon: Yes, of course. But... well... er... hmm. Princess Sophia... it pains me to question your honor like this... but I know you didn't have a traditional royal upbringing, and only a pure maiden may bond with the unicorn as a totem animal. So I must ask you... are you a virgin?

Sophie: Yeah, sure. I mean... of course masturbating doesn't count, right?

Elderon and Gavin exchange an uneasy glance. Elderon fidgets and clears his throat before answering.

Elderon: I can't imagine that it would be a problem. So that's good.

Sophie: And I mean... oral sex doesn't count either, really... right?

The disturbed glance exchanged by Elderon and Gavin becomes more pronounced.

Elderon: Um... eh... well, I'm not entirely sure, but I could consult the ancient texts--

Sophie: And anal sex isn't REALLY sex, technically speaking, is it?

Elderon backs up, choking on his words as he tries to talk, and Gavin just looks away, shaking his head.

Elderon: Uh... well, then... er... I'm not at all certain I remember knowing anything at all about THAT...

Sophie: And normal sex doesn't count if you're using a condom, right? Because there's no real contact, you know? And when the condom breaks, I shouldn't be held accountable for that like it's MY fault or anything.

Elderon: Sophia...

Sophie: Same way as it shouldn't count when he pulls out before it gets all messy, because it didn't actually--

Elderon: Sophia. I... I'm afraid you're not a virgin.

Sophie stops talking and stares for a second, then crumples down on the bed with a whine.

Sophie: Does this mean I don't get to have the unicorn be my totem animal? This is SO unfair!!

Elderon: Well... there is perhaps one solution. I was reading through an ancient book of forgotton potions and formulae the other day, and I saw something that may solve our problems...

Gavin: Are you certain?

Elderon: Yes. The Immaculate Concoction. It's a legendary formula that will restore a person's sexual innocence of mind, body, and soul. If I could create such a potion, and Sophia would drink it...

Sophie: Then I'd be a virgin again, and I could have the awesome unicorn as my totem animal! Great idea! I'll take one of those potions, and while you're at it, tell them to make me a thin-crust pizza in the royal kitchen, and maybe a few cheesy sticks for an appetizer...

Elderon: But... Sophia, it's not that simple. Some of the ingredients to the Immaculate Concoction are simple and readily available... but some will be harder to find. In addition to simple ingredients, to brew the Immaculate Concoction, I will need a vial of teardrops from a pure-hearted virgin, a shred of silk steeped in black sweat, the crushed petals of a rose given in a gesture of romantic love, powdered dragon's teeth, a ball of pure white snow from within a desert, and a lock of hair from a succubus demon.

Sophie: But... but that stuff'll be almost impossible to find!!

Elderon: I fear you're right. And we don't have much time before Queen Morgana decides to strike again. I regret... we may need to settle for a lesser animal, Sophia.

Sophie scoots back away, her mouth open and eyes wide with dismay.

Sophie: NOOO!! I'll get all that stuff! I'll find all that stuff, and then I can have my unicorn!

Elderon: Very well... I suppose if you're so determined, then there's no harm in making the effort. The challenge may prepare you for later emergencies. We'll prepare a portal to Earth, and you can start your search there. Queen Morgana's agents on Earth are not as dangerous or as numerous as the ones on this world, so you should be safe there.

Sophie: All right. I'll get all those things. Just wait and see!

Elderon: I certainly shall hope so. I'll be in the castle library, researching the steps in creating the Immaculate Concoction. If you find the ingredients, bring them to me.

Elderon walks out of the room, and Gavin starts out after him, but Sophie grabs his arm, holding him back, as she gives him a sultry smile.

Sophie: Y'know, Gavin... you're kinda cute, and seeing as I'll be a virgin anyway after I drink the potion, and there's a bed RIGHT HERE... maybe... well, you know...

Gavin sighs and shakes his head again.

Gavin: Princess Sophia... you still have much to learn about the responsibilities that come with the role you will surely play in the fate of both this world and Earth. And it is not my place to even consider your offer.

Sophie: Aww... Gavin! Come on!

Gavin: ... Get some rest, my Princess. Your injuries from last night may not be fully healed.

Gavin turns and walks out of the room, and the scene fades out as Sophie groans with disappointment and flops down on the bed again.

This isn't getting any less bizarre... but now "Holding Out For A Hero" by Bonnie Tyler begins playing, and here comes Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, who scored a huge victory last night, defeating "Double R" Rex Richards in a one-on-one matchup. The crowd actually cheers for him as he comes to the ring and grabs a microphone... what's going on here!

R. Taylor: Thank you all for your support. Last night, because of my dedication, determination, and discipline... because of all of my hard work and training... but most of all, because of all of the great VCW fans were behind me, I defeated "Double R" Rex Richards and showed him that injustice just isn't right!!

The crowd cheers. Who would've thought that they'd eventually get behind Russel Taylor after all?

R. Taylor: And after seeing the footage we just saw, I'd like to announce that I'm formally in support of Sophie's quest for the ingredients to this magic potion, and I'll do whatever I can to help! I'm ready to do anything I can to make sure the universe isn't overrun with evil!

Um... yeah. The crowd cheers anyway, but it appears that Russel Taylor may still have a few delusional ideas in his head...

R. Taylor: But there's a cloud to every silver lining... and while I was enjoying my victory last night, I saw Tommy Hustle get cheated during his match with "Doctor" Dave Adams. And that's not right. That's plain and simple injustice, and I HATE injustice. When I saw that, it made me sad. It made me want to cry. But tonight, I'm out here to do the right thing and call Dave Adams out, and show him that cheaters never prosper by defeating him in a fair, clean wrestling match! Dave Adams, come out here!!

"Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd boos, but here comes "Doctor" Dave Adams, along with Nurse Vivacia! They certainly look smug and proud of themselves... last night, Dave Adams did indeed defeat Tommy Hustle, but he did so with the aid of Nurse Vivacia, who interfered a great deal in that match. They enter the ring, and Dave Adams calls for a microphone, then turns to Russel Taylor with a smirk.

D. Adams: Well, well, well... look who's calling me out. Listen up, junior, and listen well... you're a loser. You have been a loser. You always WILL be a loser. But you come out here, with your million-dollar body and your ten-cent brain--

R. Taylor: Hey. Say what you will about how smart you think I am, but just remember, your "I will!" is more important than your IQ.

D. Adams: Yeah, whatever. The point here is this. I ought to come out here and kick your sorry ass... but Vivacia thinks you're cute. So I'll offer you a deal. You can either have a wrestling match with me... and I WILL beat the hell out of you... OR you can go backstage for a special appointment with Nurse Vivacia, and I'll let you off the hook this time. What do you say, kid?

R. Taylor: Special appointment? That sounds a little suspicious. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to encourage me to perform irresponsible sexual acts with her!

Oh, brother... maybe Dave Adams's assessment of Russel's intelligence wasn't too far off in some regards. Dave Adams certainly seems like he's had just about enough of this...

D. Adams: Maybe that's because I AM, you incompetent dipshit!

Russel Taylor steps back, raising his eyebrows in shock and putting his hands up in protest.

R. Taylor: Well... that's just not right! I'll bet she's not even a real registered nurse, is she!? Well, you won't pressure me into having irresponsible sex before I'm ready. Even if you do use a condom, there's still that small chance of pregnancy... or I could contract some awful sexually transmitted disease like syphillis, herpes, HIV, genital warts, or--

Nurse Vivacia snarls in outrage and yanks the microphone away from Dave Adams.

N. Vivacia: WHAT!?

R. Taylor: Well, I'm just speaking realistically here. I mean, I don't know your past history with sexual partners, and--

N. Vivacia: You've got a LOT of nerve, you son of a bitch. Dave, kick his ass for me!!

Dave Adams slugs Russel Taylor with a cheap shot, then doubles him over with a kneelift, drawing a lot of boos from the crowd. Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll get this match started!!

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor

vs.

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

Russel Taylor's power and enthusiasm quickly turns the tide of this match, and he bumps Dave Adams around with a few clotheslines and power moves, with the crowd getting behind him. Dave Adams fights back with every cheap shot he can muster, but Russel Taylor keeps coming back. After Russel gets in a few good minutes of offense, Dave Adams finally turns the tide with a reversed whip into the guardrail on the outside, then begins working Russel Taylor over, trying to wear him down. He puts on a rear chinlock, trying to sap his energy... but as the crowd gets behind Russel Taylor, he fights out of it, then rallies with more power moves and a few more clotheslines. Dave Adams makes a comeback after a kick to the groin, hitting a DDT for a near-fall, but when he goes for the Doctor's Orders, Russel Taylor elbows his way out, then doubles Dave Adams over with a knee and puts him in a standing headscissors! Nurse Vivacia stands up on the apron in his view, then opens her shirt to reveal a white lace bra barely containing her generous cleavage, but Russel Taylor just shakes his head with a pitying look on his face, then drills Dave Adams with the Power Bomb and gets the three-count!

Russel Taylor pinned Dave Adams with the Power Bomb in 0:05:19.
Rating: *

Russel Taylor has emerged victorious, and the crowd cheers as he climbs to the top turnbuckle to celebrate his victory! As Dave Adams rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage, we're going to go backstage, where we understand that there's a problem concerning the VCW World Tag Team Titles... let's go to that right now!

Backstage...

Jacob Idol, Julian Page, and Jasmina Chastity are sitting in a locker room and talking when suddenly the door's kicked in by Jack Norman, who storms in with Butch Manson at his side.

B. Manson: All right, boys... it's time to pay up. It was fun while it lasted, but our little working agreement's over, and we've come for our title shot.

Jacob Idol gets up, clearly angry with the two of them.

J. Idol: So you think you deserve a title shot!? Let me tell you something... when I was in that match, I beat THREE men, singlehandedly, at four-on-one odds. But you two big oafs got eliminated from that match within the first ten minutes, and because of that, my tag team partner's out of action for a few MONTHS now. You want your title shot... it's your own fault my partner's laid up, so you'll just have to wait a few months.

J. Norman: You better hold your tongue, or I'll rip it out and shove it up your ass. The big boss is here tonight, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking out both of you sissy boys tonight.

Julian Page stands up, and moves to stand in front of Jack Norman and Butch Manson.

J. Page: I've heard just about enough of your redneck rambling there, big man. Maybe you'll remember how our little alliance got started... that's with me taking a belt upside your head and knocking you out. You're talking to the leader of the most elite faction in VCW. So let me tell you a few things. You want a title shot? Fine. But since Rob Solomon's out... I'm taking his place. And don't come crying for another one after we beat you faster than you got beat at Gang Wars, because this is it.

B. Manson: All right, then. See you in the ring, punk.

Jack Norman and Butch Manson turn to leave, but Julian Page grabs Jack Norman by the shoulder, then spins him around so they're face to face again.

J. Page: I got one more thing to tell you. Tell Crimson that if he ever puts his hands on me again... I'm gonna kick his seven-foot ass.

Jack Norman pushes Julian Page back, then sneers at him.

J. Norman: You really are one stupid son of a bitch, ain't you? You best just wait until we get in the ring before you go running your mouth again...

Jack Norman turns around to leave again, but this time, Julian Page clips his leg from behind, then begins stomping and kicking at his right knee. Butch Manson turns to stop him, but Jacob Idol nails him in the back with one of the VCW World Tag Team Title belts, then pulls him back and gives him an inverted DDT on the hard stone floor of the arena. Julian Page holds Jack Norman's right leg out straight, and Jacob Idol repeatedly bashes the VCW World Tag Team Title belt into his knee, as Jack Norman shouts in pain. Finally, Julian Page steps around and puts Jack Norman in a figure-four leglock, as Jacob Idol crouches over Butch Manson and starts assaulting him with a series of right hands to the face. The attack continues for several seconds until several backstage officials swarm the room, pulling Jacob Idol and Julian Page away from Hell's Bikers. The camera fades out on the backstage scene as Butch Manson and Jack Norman write in pain on the floor.

Wow... the Hammer of the Gods may only have two members to its name right now, but that's not stopping them from going face-to-face with Hell's Bikers... and because of that backstage attack, Hell's Bikers may not be at full strength when they challenge for the VCW World Tag Team Titles! The injury to Rob Solomon seems to have motivated the Hammer of the Gods, if anything.

We're going through to our next match now, and "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing, bringing out "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper! The crowd cheers as he comes to the ring... and last night, he had a rather unusual seventeen-minute match against Steve "Mongo" McMichael, in which he ultimately emerged victorious. He enters the ring and performs a few backflips, then poses for the crowd to a modest round of cheers. He'd love to continue his winning ways with a victory tonight... but his opponent has been one of the toughest men in VCW to beat ever since its beginnings.

Now "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing, and here comes Lance Errington, as the crowd gives a huge round of boos. Last night, he went berserk, attacking Falcon with a chair and getting himself disqualified in a matter of minutes, and his mood still seems every bit as nasty as usual as he comes to the ring, still wearing the same street clothes he was last night. Quinn Harper has quite an uphill battle ahead, it would seem... Lance Errington's a former VCW Intercontinental Champion with a lot of big match experience under his belt. He enters the ring, and Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell to begin the match!

Lance Errington

vs.

"Skyhawk" Quinn Harper

After a burst of lightning-fast offense from Quinn Harper, Lance Errington finally takes control by tossing him out of the ring, then assaulting him on the outside, using dirty trick he can, and giving Quinn Harper a beating with his superior size and strength. Back in the ring, he begins working over Quinn Harper's right knee, no doubt looking to set up the Scorpion Deathlock. Quinn Harper counters a power bomb attempt with a Frankensteiner, then hits a few nice moves on Lance Errington and goes for a 450 splash... only to wipe out when Lance Errington rolls out of the way. Quinn Harper is met with a spinebuster when he gets up, and Lance Errington flows from that move into the Scorpion Deathlock. Quinn Harper struggles, but is left with no choice but to tap out.

Lance Errington made Quinn Harper submit to the Scorpion Deathlock in 0:03:48.
Rating: **

Lance Errington is victorious... but he's not releasing the hold! He keeps leaning back, cranking on the Scorpion Deathlock even after the bell has rung... but finally, when Bobcat McGavin threatens to reverse the decision, he gets up, then spitefully stomps down on Quinn Harper before he starts leaving. Quinn Harper was just destroyed... he's a talented athlete, but he ran up against a sadistic, destructive man tonight, and he clearly wasn't prepared for what he encountered. Lance Errington's heading backstage... and we understand that there's a disturbance backstage! Let's go to that now!

Backstage...

The New Immortals, and Steve "Mongo" McMichael and Nicole are walking backstage, talking to each other and wandering through the arena.

M. Lazzario: You know, TECHNICALLY we lost that match by disqualification... but I see us still looking pretty strong in the grand scheme of things.

B. Danson: Yeah... but we need to grasp that brass ring. We need to make positive progress. We need to think outside the box, and show flexibility and grace! We need to be poised to take advantage of the dynamic opportunities that permeate the wrestling world!

M. Lazzario: I get it. We need to show that we're a cut above the common teams.

B. Danson: Yeah!

M. Lazzario: We need to rise to the top like the cream of the crop!

B. Danson: YEAH!!

M. Lazzario: There may be snow on the mountain, but there's damn sure fire in the hull!!

B. Danson: ... What?

M. Lazzario: Never mind. You've got the right idea.

B. Danson: Of course I do. I thought of it in the first place.

M. Lazzario: Yeah but... I don't know if you were thinking what I was thinking, but I think you were thinking that you think you were thinking what I was thinking. But if you weren't thinking what I'm thinking, then I still think that I think just as well as you think... don't you think?

Suddenly, Crimson walks onto the scene.

Crimson: I couldn't help but overhear you boys yammering, and it's giving me a headache... so I'm gonna take it upon myself to shut you up personally.

B. Danson: Sir, there's been a misunderstanding and I assure you that that won't be necessary...

Crimson: Yeah, it will.

Crimson punches Bobby Danson in the midsection, then knees Moy Lazzario in the gut, and grabs him both by the throat, then gives them a double Chokeslam to the floor. Mongo charges Crimson and tackles him to the floor, then starts pummelling him with right hands, but Crimson rolls over on top of him and mounts him, then drills him with several massive blows of his own. Mongo's stunned, and Crimson hauls him up by the hair, then takes him head-first into the cinderblock wall of the arena. Mongo collapses in a heap, and Crimson beckons to Nicole with a smile on his face.

Nicole: Hey, I don't want any trouble... I know what's going on.

Nicole slowly walks up to Crimson, holding her hands out, and he smiles, then strokes her cheek before placing his hand on her shoulder.

Crimson: Yeah... well, that's a little tough, because I'm gonna kick your ass anyway.

Nicole screams, but it's cut off as Crimson grabs her by the throat, then lifts her and drills her down with a huge Chokeslam to the floor. As she lies convulsing on the floor, Crimson continues walking down the hallway, and he comes upon a man who's standing next to a row of steel chairs, polishing them one at a time with a rag.

Crimson: What the fuck are you doing?

Man: I'm the chair washer. It's my job to keep all the chairs clean.

Crimson: Is that so? I think I'm gonna beat the shit outta you.

Crimson drives the man back against the wall, then knees him in the gut, doubling him over. Crimson puts the man in a standing headscissors, then lifts and power bombs him down on the floor, laying him out. As he looks up again, a man from the road crew approaches him.

R. Crew: Hey, I don't want no trouble... but you ought to know, Jack and Butch just got their asses kicked by the Hammer of the Gods.

Crimson sighs in disgust, then turns to the road crew man.

Crimson: Oh, for fuck's sake... hey, thanks, brother. You did me a good turn, so I'll give you a little tip here for that info...

Crimson reaches into his pocket, and the road crew man smiles.

R. Crew: Really? Hey, thanks, man... you ain't all bad--

Crimson pulls his hand out of his pocket suddenly and slaps the man across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Crimson: Here's your tip... don't look so stupid, and maybe I won't slap the piss outta you next time I see you. Now I gotta go set this right with those two fuckups...

Crimson storms away, and the road crew man gets up in confusion, as a trainer comes upon the scene, looking down at the man who had been polishing the chairs.

Trainer: Oh, not another one... who's the guy who's down?

R. Crew: I guess he's the chair washer. I saw him polishing these chairs, and he said so before Crimson got him.

Trainer: Hey... wait! We don't have a chair washer! What kind of a bogus job is that!?

The road crew man's face twists into a grimace as he realizes.

R. Crew: Hey, yeah... you're right. Let's get rid of this asshole on the double!

The man who had been polishing the chairs groans and tries to get up, but the trainer and road crew man seize him, then open the arena doors and toss him out into a heap in the parking lot as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Crimson's path of rage continues, unchecked... what will it take to finally appease him and end this destruction? But in terms of destruction, we have to mention the carnage of last night's War Games Match between Yuri Sonoda, Christina Ellis, and Melissa DelArmeggio, and Amy Lin, Virginia, and Komachi. Amy Lin's team won that match, and we were expecting to hear from Amy Lin what the time, place, and stipulations of her future one-on-one match with Melissa would be... but knowing that she won't be here tonight, obviously that won't happen.

But we're going to see a match between two of the competitors in last night's encounter... and "About A Girl" by Nirvana begins playing as Yuri Sonoda makes her way out of the backstage entrance, to the cheers of the crowd. Yuri Sonoda lost via submission last night when Amy Lin put on a cross armbreaker, but she seems ready to put that behind her and give it her all in this match tonight. She'll need to be ready, though... her opponent will be a rather dangerous one. She enters the ring, then begins hopping around and warming up to prepare for her match.

Now "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Komachi makes her way out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Minako. Last night, if anything she was the MVP of her War Games team, dominating the match for most of the contest, though towards the end Melissa DelArmeggio put her through a table on the outside with a frog splash from the top of the cage. To her credit, Komachi also looks ready to fight even after being hit with that big move. She advances to the ring with an iron glare directed at Yuri Sonoda, then climbs inside and flexes her right wrist and begins cracking her knuckles. Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and we've got a match!

Yuri Sonoda

vs.

Komachi
w/Minako

At the sound of the bell, Yuri Sonoda rushes forward at Komachi with a dropkick, but Komachi expertly dodges to the side, and Yuri Sonoda misses! She gets back up, but Komachi whirls on her... URAKEN!! Yuri Sonoda just got knocked into next week! She begins trying to pull herself up, but she's clearly heavily shaken... and Komachi kicks her in the midsection, then lifts her and takes a running start... RUNNING POWER BOMB!! Komachi keeps the jackknife hold on in the power bomb, folding Yuri Sonoda like an envelope as she covers her... and Linda Peterson counts three! That's it!

Komachi pinned Yuri Sonoda with the Running Power Bomb in 0:00:26.
Rating: 1/2*

Komachi just DESTROYED Yuri Sonoda there... the crowd boos loudly, but Komachi just glares down at Yuri Sonoda, then gives her a few vicious kicks to the ribs before stepping out of the ring and heading backstage with Minako. They make their way backstage, and in a few moments Yuri Sonoda comes to in the ring, and staggers backstage as well, looking a little disappointed with her lack of success tonight.

We're going straight through to our next match now... "What U Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker is playing, and that brings out Brian Rivera, along with Stormy Weathers. Last night, he pinned Marty Jannetty before being eliminated from competition in his Gang Wars match, and tonight he no doubt is seeking to get back on the winning track. As usual, he's dressed in a ridiculous mishmash of grunge, gangster, and formal-style clothes, and he looks ridiculous as he makes his way to the ring. The crowd boos, and continues to boo as he climbs inside, then poses for them.

And now "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing, and the crowd explodes into cheers! Here comes "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, who last night almost beat Lorenzo Vasquez in the tag team match, and would have beaten him if the referee had been more attentive. As it is, that match ended in a time limit draw, and Ken Collins doesn't look a bit happy about that as he walks to the ring, fixing Brian Rivera with an aggressive, frustrated stare. If there's one thing we've come to know about Ken Collins, lately he sees all of his opponents as obstacles in the way of his path to Lorenzo Vasquez. He enters the ring, and Brendan Powers calls for the bell, beginning the match!

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins

vs.

Brian Rivera
w/Stormy Weathers

Ken Collins immediately goes on the offensive, hitting Brian Rivera with everything he's got from the opening bell. Brian Rivera tries to fight back, using his own technical wrestling skills and brawling ability, as well as some cheap shots, but Ken Collins keeps coming back strong, showing no hesitation as he takes Brian Rivera apart. A trip from Stormy Weathers on the outside nets Brian Rivera the brief advantage, and he takes control, hitting Ken Collins with a few nice moves, then taking him down with a Russian legsweep for a two and a half count. With Ken Collins down, Brian Rivera goes up to the top turnbuckle and yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!!" then leaps off, but Ken Collins rolls out of the way!

Ken Collins gets up, blocks a punch from Brian Rivera, then fires off one of his own, taking control back in a hurry. He nails Brian Rivera with a series of big suplexes, then goes for a piledriver, but Brian Rivera backdrops him! Ken Collins gets up, and Brian Rivera goes for the Bitch Slap, but Ken Collins shoves him forward! Brian Rivera turns around and rushes Ken Collins with a clothesline, and Ken Collins ducks under, hooking his arm, then hooks around grabs the other one, and brings Brian Rivera down with a dragon suplex! Brendan Powers makes the count, and Ken Collins is the winner!

Ken Collins pinned Brian Rivera after a dragon suplex in 0:05:21.
Rating: **

Ken Collins has won this match decisively, but he doesn't seem too inclined to celebrate... he just tosses Brian Rivera out of the ring, then calls for a microphone! He gets one, and quickly raises it...

K. Collins: Lorenzo... I know you didn't have the guts to show up tonight, but I also know you're watching. You owe me a match... and I want it to be you and me, one-on-one, at Blood and Thunder. That's on the twenty-second of July... mark it on your calender, because that's your day of reckoning.

Ken Collins tosses aside the microphone and begins making his way backstage... and we'll probably see that match, by virtue of Ken Collins's victory over Tony Garcia last week. As Ken Collins makes his way backstage, we're going to go backstage, where a camera is on the scene!

Backstage...

Desmond is sitting backstage in a dressing room with his half-mask on, reading a copy of Henry Fielding's Tom Jones, when the door opens and Melissa walks in and smiles at him.

M. DelArmeggio: BOOKS? What sort of man reads BOOKS? This is a wrestling arena, son. We don't take kindly to the learned man around these parts.

Desmond looks up from the book, setting it aside and putting a placemarker in it.

Desmond: It's taking me forever to finish that one... back in the eighteenth century, it must have been the style of the time to write so nobody could understand what you had written. So, what's up?

M. DelArmeggio: Yuri dragged herself into the showers a few minutes ago, and since Amy and Rebecca aren't around, I figure her chances of making it back here in one piece when left unattended are unusually high. Christina's checking the booking sheets right now, and me... I figured I'd stop in and say thanks for helping me out last night. I owe you one.

Desmond: Don't worry about that... I mean, you know, considering Amy's past history with you and sharp, jagged objects, I figured the reasonable thing to do was to watch over you guys in that match.

Melissa smiles at that.

M. DelArmeggio: You didn't seem to be thinking reasonably when you were rushing to the ring with a chair in your hands. But anyway... thanks for helping me anyway.

Melissa hugs Desmond, then moves to sit down beside him, almost sitting on the book as she does, before seeing it and picking it up as she sits down. She looks at the cover, then turns to a random page.

M. DelArmeggio: Tom Jones, huh? Is this one halfway decent? I tried to read Ivanhoe once, for an English class or something, and there's still a drool spot on page twenty-something where I fell asleep on it.

Desmond: Tom Jones is all right. The writer rambles about nothing at all quite a bit from time to time, but even that's okay when you get into it. It's an acquired taste.

Melissa DelArmeggio stares at the pages for a few more seconds, with her brow furrowing as she reads it, then sets the book aside.

M. DelArmeggio: I think I'll start with Curious George and work my way up. Anyway, I--

Christina Ellis opens the door and walks into the room suddenly, and Melissa trails off as she enters.

C. Ellis: I checked the booking sheets, and there's bad news, more bad news, and worse news. I'm not booked to do anything tonight, first of all. And Melissa, you're up next against Virginia... as in, right now. And then... Desmond... you've got a match with Crimson.

M. DelArmeggio: I'm up next? You'd think they'd tell me more than a minute or two in advance. Sorry to run out like this...

Desmond: It's okay. Look at it this way. Rebecca and Amy aren't here, so all you have to deal with is Virginia.

C. Ellis: Yeah, and she's only about six four and two hundred and thirty pounds. Should be no sweat. Knock her out, Melissa.

M. DelArmeggio: Yeah... thanks, guys.

Melissa shoots Desmond and Christina a sarcastic smile before turning to leave the room, and Desmond turns to Christina.

Desmond: I think she'll do fine. I'm a little bit worried about my match with Crimson, though.

C. Ellis: Well, it couldn't be much worse than when you fought him last night, right?

Desmond: That's not saying much. But I'll deal with it somehow...

C. Ellis: And just in case... just on the off-chance that this is some kind of plan from Amy and Troy where they called Crimson and sent him to take you out of commission, I'll talk to a friend of mine about watching your back.

Desmond nods as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

As we just heard, Melissa DelArmeggio will be going one-on-one with Virginia here in a few seconds. In fact, "Ballbreaker" by AC/DC begins playing, and the crowd boos as Virginia walks out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Stormy Weathers. Last night, though she wasn't quite as dominant as Komachi, Virginia definitely made a strong showing in the War Games Match... she's come a long way from her days as a joke performer under the name Connie Lingus, in only a few short months. But at the same time, it bears mentioning that her photo spread in Overnight Sexation Magazine is due out on July second. She enters the ring and flexes her massive arms, drawing more boos from the crowd, then stands near a corner, preparing to do battle.

Now "Sad But True" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Melissa DelArmeggio comes out of the backstage entrance. For all that her team was physically outclassed last night in the War Games Match, the highlight of that match has to go to Melissa, and her Frog Splash from the top of the cage onto Komachi, through a table at ringside. Because of that move, and a post-match attack, she may not be at full strength tonight, but she's not hesitating as she walks to the ring, then slides inside. Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, and the match begins now!

Virginia
w/Stormy Weathers

vs.

Melissa DelArmeggio

Nearly six feet tall and over a hundred and fifty pounds, Melissa's not exactly small or powerless herself, but she looks that way when she tries to lock up with Virginia, and gets thrown back violently. Virginia goes on the offensive with her superior strength, clobbering Melissa and drilling her with power moves, but it soon becomes clear that Melissa's much more agile and skilled than Virginia, as she slips out of a Gorilla Press attempt, then begins drilling Virginia with a barrage of swift kicks and strikes, with a few well-placed high-flying moves. She sends Virginia spilling out over the top rope, then leaps out onto her with a springboard cross bodypress, but Virginia catches her, then rams her back-first into the steel ringpost and begins assaulting her on the outside.

Back in the ring, Virginia takes the advantage and clobbers Melissa with power moves, getting near-falls from a spinebuster and a power bomb. Looking to finish the match, she hoists Melissa up on her shoulders and begins spinning for the Virgin Sacrifice... but Melissa slips out behind and brings her down with a reverse neckbreaker! Both women get up at about the same time, but when Virginia tries to clobber Melissa again, she's unable to catch her or connect. Melissa wears Virginia down with a series of heavy kicks, then hits her with a DDT for a near-fall. She goes up to the top, looking for the Frog Splash, but Stormy Weathers grabs her leg and pulls her crotch-first into the turnbuckles! Jerry Rogers didn't see that, and Virginia goes up, hooking Melissa for a superplex... but as she brings her down, Melissa shifts her weight to land on top of Virginia, then cradles her with a small package on impact for the three count!

Melissa DelArmeggio pinned Virginia after a small package in 0:06:17.
Rating: DUD

Melissa DelArmeggio is your winner, thanks to some quick thinking and a little display of wrestling know-how... while she's never been much of a technical wrestler, coming up with that small package out of nowhere may have been what won this match for her. Virginia bangs the mat with frustration and yells at Jerry Rogers as Melissa DelArmeggio begins making her way backstage, victorious... and right now, we're going to take a look at some footage recorded in the middle of the night last night by Chris Champlain, when he was notified of his title shot against the Grave Digger! Let's take a look...

In a Cemetary...

Chris Champlain is shown walking through a cemetary, carrying a burning torch, in the middle of the night. As usual, he's wearing a black cloak and black slacks, and the hood of the cloak obscures his face.

C. Champlain: Tonight... not tomorrow night, because by my watch it's technically Monday morning right now... I have a title shot against the Grave Digger. And I figure a lot of people might want to know how Uncle Chris feels about it. And I decided, what better place to express my feelings about the Grave Digger than at this graveyard? I mean, there's no shortage of graves here.

Chris Champlain keeps walking, and gets to a large open grave, with a tombstone already at the head of it.

C. Champlain: Here we have an open grave. ... I'm sure you'll agree, this is quite a GRAVE situation.

Chris Champlain chuckles a little bit, then looks up, making his face partially visible under the hood.

C. Champlain: I'm perfectly well aware of the Grave Digger's track record... he defeated both Troy Black and Tony Garcia to retain the title. He won a Casket Match at Disaster Area. And yes... he's currently undefeated. But that's not what interests me. What interests me is the fact that he seems to have no capacity for fear or pain.

Is that true? I intend to find out. If anyone can hurt the Grave Digger... it would be me. If you look back through VCW history... Gabriel Black was never quite the same after fighting me. Devaccio Pola was never quite the same after fighting me. I like to consider myself responsible for Falcon's bad back... I can probably take credit for bringing down a number of unfortunate victims. I don't know if I'll win the match tonight... in fact, I may not. But the Grave Digger will NOT forget his special visit with Uncle Chris. He'll have a few more scars, a few more aches in joints that don't work like they used to... he'll remember me always. And only the Grave Digger knows whether he can truly fear, and truly suffer, as do the rest of us mortals... either he watches in confidence as I march forward to my oblivion, or he cowers in the corner, knowing that tonight he faces a man who lives only for the slow torture and gradual destruction of other human beings.

Chris Champlain tosses back the hood, smiling eagerly in the torch's light.

C. Champlain: Just make sure you put me in your grave tonight, Digger. Because that which does not kill me is doing the world a great disservice.

Chris Champlain walks around the open grave to the tombstone at the head of it, then climbs atop it, standing tall on top of the tombstone.

C. Champlain: T'is time the arms of rage rise to take flight
And soar across the shrouded midnight sky
Through the foul tainted breath of darkest night
Before the moon's all-seeing silver eye.
Humanity shall learn to softly weep
For of their number was the monster born
And through their veins the vile poison creeps,
The product of their fear and wrathful scorn.
Now as I come, I bear a gift of pain;
The screams of once great men will bring me joy.
For in my mind, though you call me insane,
The souls of mortals are a cherished toy.
Though soon I meet the man who digs my grave,
The promise of his anguish makes me brave.

Chris Champlain tosses the torch into the open grave, and a huge burst of flames rises up out of it as Chris Champlain throws back his head and laughs, standing on top of the tombstone. On that note, the camera fades out on the graveyard.

We're back... and the thing to remember is that Chris Champlain might just have a point. There's more to him than insane gibberish and God-awful poetry... he took Gabriel Black to the limit in a pair of big matches last year, and he may be one of the most underrated competitors in VCW. He hasn't been on the World Title scene for a while, but that may be more due to a lack of focus than a lack of ability. He has one hell of an opportunity tonight, and he knows a great deal about how to hurt his opponents... will that be enough to overcome the Grave Digger?

We've got another match coming up... surprisingly, it'll feature Falcon facing off against "Double R" Rex Richards. It's surprising because after Falcon was attacked with a steel chair repeatedly last night, he probably shouldn't be competing... but as "Shame" by Rollins Band fires up on the sound system, it doesn't seem like that'll stop him! The crowd cheers loudly as Falcon staggers out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Lady Erica Whitmore, and he doesn't seem to be all there tonight. But he still climbs into the ring, and calls for a microphone...

Falcon: Last night... I got hit in the head a lot, and it hurt like a bitch. That's about as articula... yeah. That's about as well as I'm gonna be able to put it. But the guy who did it, Lance Errington... I thought I settled things with him at Wrestlewar. Evidently not. It seems like I've been beating him every few months throughout my whole career... and now he wants it again. When will it end?

Falcon stops to clear his throat and pace around the ring. His speech isn't too coherent tonight... he's probably still a little bit out of it after the attack last night.

Falcon: But you know... here's something else that I just thought of. I haven't been winning too often on pay-per-view lately. I fought Troy Black... I got my ass kicked. I fought Randy Savage, David Wright Hubbard, and Tony Garcia... and I got my ass kicked again. I fought David Wright Hubbard again... and I got my ass kicked yet again. And then, last night... I got my ass kicked. But the one thing that remains constant... I can always squeeze in a victory over Lance Errington. I've lost count of how many times I beat him... but he's still coming back. So obviously this isn't about winning and losing.

So what is it about, then? Lance... tell you what. You decide what you want from me, and then come and get it. We'll do this thing ONE more time. But this...

Falcon is suddenly cut off as "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye begins playing, bringing out Rex Richards, along with Minako and Komachi... but Minako and Komachi seem a little bored, not especially eager to be there. Rex Richards has a microphone in his hands.

R. Richards: Listen up, buddy... you can talk all you want, wasting everybody's time, but it's clear to me that you're just a has-been. The great and mighty former VCW World Champion, Falcon... carried out of Gang Wars on a stretcher after two and half minutes. You haven't been nobody since 1999, and you ain't gonna be nobody again.

The crowd boos, and Falcon stares at Rex Richards with a puzzled stare for a second before responding.

Falcon: Y'know something, Rex... last time I remember hanging around you, you were jerking the curtain with Russel "The Muscle" Taylor at every pay-per-view. It looks to me like not much has changed... except this time, he's the one winning.

The crowd cheers, and Rex Richards raises the microphone again, infuriated.

R. Richards: SHUT UP!! That was a FLUKE!! A goddamn FLUKE!! Do you understand me! That idiot son of a bitch didn't beat nothing last night!

Falcon: Well... I'll admit, my head's kind of fuzzy after the beating I took last night... but all the same, I clearly remember seeing you get your ass handed to you.

R. Richards: Is that so? How about I come down there and finish what Lance Errington started?

Falcon: Considering that we've got a match signed... I sorta expect you to, honestly. I know you think you're gonna pick me off while I'm suffering from a little head trauma. But I know all about winning fights without my head on straight... and you better just remember where you're coming from here, and realize I could kick your ass on my deathbed.

Rex Richards didn't like that... he's charging to the ring now and sliding inside, and he starts going after Falcon! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

Falcon
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

vs.

"Double R" Rex Richards
w/Minako & Komachi

From the opening bell, Falcon outmaneuvers and outwrestles Rex Richards. He seems a little sloppy and incoherent at times, and Rex Richards gets in some good shots of his own, but Falcon's vastly more skilled and athletic than Rex Richards, and Double R can never seem to get Falcon in a position to correctly apply his superior power. Rex Richards briefly gains control with a low blow and starts to pound on Falcon, but becomes paranoid and decides to lock him in a bearhug, determined to keep him immobilized and ineffective at all costs. But after a long struggle, Falcon fights out of the bearhug with a series of right hands, then leaps onto the ropes and gets a near fall with a Falconsault. Rex Richards gets up, but Falcon takes him down with a bulldog, then gives him a few suplexes. He goes up for a flying elbowdrop, but Rex Richards rolls out of the way, then pulls him up for the Death Valley Driver. But Falcon slips out behind him! Rex Richards throws a clothesline, Falcon ducks, Rex Richards turns around, and Falcon nails him with a superkick, then covers for the three count!

Falcon pinned Rex Richards after a superkick in 0:04:47.
Rating: 1/2*

Falcon just won this match, despite being obviously at less than one hundred percent, and he's celebrating his victory in the ring, as Minako and Komachi look at Rex Richards, then exchange a disappointed, disgusted glance. Evidently he didn't impress them much with his performance tonight, but now he's getting up and limping backstage with them... but someone else comes running out of the backstage entrance! Lance Errington!! And he has a chair! The crowd boos as Lance Errington runs to the ring and slides inside. Falcon turns around, a little bit groggy and slow to react, and Lance bashes him across the head with the chair!! The crowd explodes into boos, and Falcon goes down!

Lance Errington whacks Falcon on the head with the chair again, then sets it at his feet, grabs Falcon's legs, and turns him over into the Scorpion Deathlock! Falcon's probably unconscious, and can't even register the pain, but Lance Errington's cranking back on the hold! Bobcat McGavin begins shoving Lance Errington, trying to get him off of Falcon, but Lance Errington snaps at him like an animal, and Bobcat McGavin ducks out of the ring, not wanting to risk a physical confrontation with a man who's clearly not all there. But Erica's in the ring, coming from behind... and she grabs Lance Errington and rakes his eyes!

Lance Errington releases the hold, but blindly throws a hand back and grabs Erica by the hair, then gets up and turns to stare at her, yelling incoherently. She starts begging him to let her go, but Lance pulls her head in... ACE CRUSHER!! Lance Errington just took Erica down with an Ace Crusher, and the crowd boos again! Now Lance Errington grabs her legs... and he's applying the Scorpion Deathlock to Erica as well! She screams in pain, but Lance's only response is to lean back harder, and yell "HOW DOES IT FEEL, YOU FUCKING WHORE!?"

But after a few seconds, Lance Errington releases Erica, then throws her over the top rope... and his eyes light up with renewed rage as he turns back to Falcon, who's just starting to stir! He pulls Falcon up... DDT on the steel chair!! That could seriously injure him, after the head trauma that he got last night, but that may be the entire point! Lance Errington crouches over Falcon, then rains down a series of right hands on his forehead... but after a few seconds of that, he gets up, and goes to the corner! He rips the padding off of one of the turnbuckles, then pulls Falcon up, and rams him head-first into the exposed turnbuckle bolt! Falcon's forehead is opened up, and Lance Errington crawls on top of him again, then starts hitting him with more punches!! He's literally beating Falcon to a bloody pulp now! But he gets up, and calls for a microphone...

L. Errington: You want to know what I want, Falcon? I want to hurt you. I want to destroy you... no, wait. I don't want to destroy you. I don't want to let you off that easily. I want to destroy your illusionary perfect life like you destroyed mine... I want to rip your heart out... I want to crush your mind, body, and spirit... I want to kill your dreams.

Lance Errington turns and stomps at Falcon's fallen body a few times, then raises the microphone again.

L. Errington: Look around you, Falcon. Your friends are all gone. Where're your partners from last night's match? Sitting backstage watching this and munching down cheeseburgers, I bet. Sure, you're good enough to end up on a team with... but they're drawing the line at sticking their neck out for you. Where's your old friends? Where's Jeff Wright? Up in Canada, wrestling polar bears for minimum wage, because he didn't want to be here anymore. Where's Brian Rivera? I'll bet he's out back washing Stormy Weathers's truck. Melissa? I think she saw me start to beat the hell out of you on the monitor and changed the channel to MTV.

See, Falcon... you don't have any friends either. You're just as fucking miserable and pathetic as I am... as these people around you. This is your legacy. One month-long VCW World Title reign, a career as Troy Black and David Wright Hubbard's personal bitch, and an arena full of people who just don't give a damn about you anymore. But hell... you'd better be thankful that Erica hasn't stabbed you in the back for somebody with more class yet. Yes, count yourself blessed... for the time being, you can lay claim to the friendship of a backstabbing, worthless bitch whose mouth still tastes like Gabriel Black's dick. But how long is it until she decides to get rid of you, too? I think it's as soon as she sees that your career's going NOWHERE... and frankly, I'm surprised she hasn't seen that already.

Face it, Falcon... your days in the sun are over. You'll never hold the VCW World Title again. You'll never even come close. You'll never mean anything again. You walk around like the same pathetic son of a bitch you were when you beat me for the title two and a half years ago. A little older, a little slower... no wiser, though. It's like you think you'll wake up tomorrow for a six-man tag team match with the Annihilators against Gabriel Black and the Manhunters. I was angry at you... but the more I think about it, I PITY you. You and Erica taught me life's most valuable lesson... but it's clear to me that you yourself can't hope to learn. But that's all right. Go ahead and keep serving as a human doormat for anyone who's a little bit smarter than you. We don't mind a bit. So what do I want from you? ... I think I already got what I wanted.

Lance Errington drops the microphone, then turns to start to leave... but then he seems to change his mind, because he rushes back, then climbs on top of Falcon and starts pummelling him again!! He's beating him senseless again, and Falcon's already unconscious and bloody... but now Desmond's running out of the backstage entrance! The crowd cheers as Desmond slides into the ring, and Lance Errington quickly rolls out, rather than face him. Desmond stands guard over Falcon in the middle of the ring, and Lance Errington stares angrily for a few seconds, then seems to lose interest and starts heading for the backstage entrance. After his departure, some trainers come out and help Falcon and Lady Erica Whitmore to the back, accompanied by Desmond.

We're going straight through to our next match now, and "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC begins playing as Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers come out of the backstage entrance, to a round of boos. Jack Norman's walking with a bit of a limp, still hurting after their backstage altercation. They'll be challenging for the VCW World Tag Team Titles tonight, but they'll be facing the team of Julian Page and Jacob Idol rather than Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, due to the injury of Rob Solomon last night. They enter the ring, preparing for battle, and it's clear from the vicious stares of anticipation on their faces that they want to even the score after that backstage attack.

And now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, and the crowd boos again as Julian Page and Jacob Idol come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity, and wearing the VCW World Tag Team Titles. We need to make it clear that Julian Page is not one-half of the reigning VCW World Tag Team Champions... he's merely substituting for the injured Rob Solomon in this match. This may be a blessing in disguise for the Hammer of the Gods... Rob Solomon is a great fighter, but in terms of singles competition, Julian Page has accomplished so much in a short time that it's hard to doubt he's one of the hottest commodities in VCW. They enter the ring, preparing to do battle as Linda Peterson prepares to officiate!

For the VCW World Tag Team Titles:

Hammer of the Gods (Julian Page & Jacob Idol) (c)
w/Jasmina Chastity

vs.

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson)

Hell's Bikers approaches this match like any other, trying to brawl their way to a victory, but after a few minutes Julian Page and Jacob Idol seem to gain the advantage, capitalizing on the effects of their earlier beating and working over Jack Norman's injured right leg, to take him off of his vertical base and perhaps set him up for Julian Page's figure-four leglock. They enjoy a few minutes of control, but Jack Norman makes a comeback as his inner fury boils over. He mauls Jacob Idol with a few big power moves, but after connecting with a big boot, his face flashes into a pained grimace, and he tags in Butch Manson, then steps to the outside.

Butch Manson seems a little groggy and out of it at first, but as he assaults Jacob Idol, he slowly seems to come out of it. He takes Jacob Idol to the outside and busts him open by taking him head-first into the ringpost. He continues the beating, then takes him back inside, tosses him down with a bodyslam, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a moonsault... but Jacob Idol rolls out of the way! Butch Manson wipes out on the moonsault attempt, and both men are down... and they both make tags! Jack Norman and Julian Page come in, and a wild four-man brawl breaks out. Hell's Bikers seem to gain the advantage in the chaos, but when Julian Page ducks a clothesline from Jack Norman, it connects with Linda Peterson instead! Jack Norman turns around, and Julian Page hits him with a low blow! Jack Norman doubles over, and Julian Page hooks him... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACESLAM!!

Butch Manson comes over for the save and starts assaulting Julian Page, but Jasmina Chastity passes Jacob Idol one of the VCW World Tag Team Title belts... and he nails Butch Manson with a beltshot to the back of the head! Butch Manson goes down, but Jacob Idol pulls him up, then drops him with an inverted DDT! Jack Norman gets up groggily, but Julian Page grabs his leg, then takes him down with a kneebreaker! With Jack Norman down, Julian Page quickly slaps on a figure-four leglock!! Jack Norman struggles, then starts tapping out... but Linda Peterson's still down!

But someone's running out of the backstage entrance... CRIMSON!! Crimson runs to the ring, then climbs up and steps in over the top rope. Jacob Idol rushes him with the title belt in hand, but Crimson just reaches out and piefaces the belt back into Jacob Idol's face! Jacob Idol goes down, and Julian Page starts to get up... but he's too late, because Crimson grabs him by the throat as soon as he gets up, then lifts... CHOKESLAM!! Julian Page is laid out! Jacob Idol gets up... and Crimson grabs him by the throat too... CHOKESLAM!! They're both down! Crimson steps out of the ring and ducks out of sight, and Linda Peterson pulls herself up groggily, as Jack Norman throws an arm over Julian Page... and she counts to three! We've got new VCW World Tag Team Champions!

Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman and Butch Manson) defeated The Hammer of the Gods (Julian Page and Jacob Idol) when J. Norman pinned Page after outside interference in 0:11:27.
Rating: 1/2*
(Hell's Bikers won the VCW World Tag Team Titles.)

Hell's Bikers are the new VCW World Tag Team Champions, and Crimson snatches the belts away from the timekeeper as Jacob Idol and Julian Page roll out of the ring, then begin dragging themselves backstage, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity. Crimson enters the ring with the belts, then hands them off to Jack Norman and Butch Manson. But Jack and Butch don't have any time to celebrate the victory, before Crimson orders them to get out of the ring and head backstage. They're going backstage... and now Crimson has a microphone!

Crimson: All right... I got a little business to take care of. Desmond... get out here, boy. I've got a big fat paycheck with my name on it if I take your ass out tonight. So hurry up and step up, because I wanna get this done nice and quick.

Can there be any doubt as to who that paycheck's coming from? Troy Black and Amy Lin have wanted to see Desmond seriously hurt for a while now, and it looks like tonight, Crimson's just the man to do it! "New World Order" by Ministry begins playing, and the crowd cheers as Desmond steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing his half-mask. Let's not deny, Desmond has come a long, long way in the last month or two, but the fact remains that he's stepping into the ring with one of the biggest, and possibly THE baddest man in VCW. He comes to the ring and climbs inside, and Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!

Crimson

vs.

Desmond

Desmond seemingly realizes that a rage-filled blind charge at Crimson could be suicide, and instead he goes for a lockup and tries to wrestle Crimson... but things become rather bleak as Crimson proceeds to take the upper hand, actually outwrestling Desmond and showing that he can wrestle technically without embarrassing himself. Crimson continues to outwrestle Desmond, intentionally showing him that he's outmatched in this regard too, ending in taking him down with a drop toe-hold and rubbing his face in the mat. After that, Desmond pops up, yelling with rage, then rips off his mask and attacks Crimson fiercely! Crimson is caught off-guard, and Desmond takes control for a minute or two, rocking Crimson with intense right hands and a few big power moves. But when he tries to rush Crimson in a corner, Crimson gets a foot up and kicks him in the face. Desmond goes down hard, and Crimson runs into the ropes, then takes him down with a second big boot as he gets up. He grabs Desmond by the throat as he gets up again, then drills him hard into the mat with the Chokeslam! He makes the cover, and that's it!!

Crimson pinned Desmond with the Chokeslam in 0:03:28.
Rating: DUD

Desmond was just totally outclassed here... Crimson may be the baddest man in VCW, and he's been taking every opportunity he can to show that. But he's not done... he pulls Desmond up and grabs him by the throat... CHOKESLAM!! He did it again! He's going to take out Desmond tonight, making a special request stop on the Homicide Road Tour for that big paycheck he mentioned earlier! He pulls him up again... but someone's coming out of the backstage entrance! The Grave Digger!! The VCW World Champion is running out of the back to come to Desmond's aid!

Crimson shoves Desmond aside as he sees movement, but his eyes widen a little bit when he sees who it is. Desmond rolls out of the ring, and the Grave Digger climbs up on the apron, then steps into the ring with Crimson as the crowd goes absolutely wild! The Grave Digger's a full five inches taller than Crimson, and Crimson's obviously not used to seeing someone that much bigger than he is face to face! They're staring at each other, and this could get ugly... but Crimson slowly takes a few steps back, never taking his eyes off of the Grave Digger, then steps out over the top rope, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. They want to see this fight now... but Crimson's backing off, walking backwards up the ramp as he stares into the ring at the Grave Digger.

The Grave Digger stares after Crimson as he disappears backstage, then helps Desmond get to his feet and head backstage as well. We came very close to seeing one hell of a huge confrontation... but knowing Crimson, he's not the kind to just back down like this. The Grave Digger may end up seeing Crimson again in the near future...

We've got another match coming up between two big, bad men... and now "War Machine" by KISS is playing. The crowd cheers loudly, and here comes Bass Rogers! Last night, he was not one of the survivors on his team in the eight-man elimination match, but that's mostly due his eagerness to hit Jacob Idol in the head with a steel chair, and his knowledge that Dean Sanders could take things from there. He's ready to fight tonight, looking as tough and ornery as ever... but the man he's about to face is a man who'll give him one hell of a fight.

"War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing next, and David Wright Hubbard storms out of the backstage entrance. His mood doesn't seem to have improved any since his earlier attack on Lars Coverdale. For his part, David Wright Hubbard fought one hell of a fight last night... he did dispose of the Wrecking Crew singlehandedly before going down to Lars Coverdale. But that fight may leave him with some nagging injuries and fatigue as he goes into this match, and that could be a big difference-maker here. David Wright Hubbard enters the ring, and Jerry Rogers steps inside, then calls for the bell to begin this match!

David Wright Hubbard

vs.

Bass Rogers

Both men go at it toe-to-toe from the opening bell, and Bass Rogers takes over, overpowering David Wright Hubbard and clobbering the hell out of him. Quickly realizing that a slugfest with Bass Rogers isn't a good idea, David Wright Hubbard tries to use more finesse and skill, seeking to take Bass Rogers down and wear him down rather than to try to blast right through him. But Bass Rogers doesn't want any of that either, and he keeps coming after David Wright Hubbard aggressively, shrugging off David Wright Hubbard's attempts to gain control... for a while. He powers out of a side headlock, but later David Wright Hubbard slaps on an abdominal stretch, and then a camel clutch when Bass Rogers escapes that. Bass Rogers keeps coming back, but David Wright Hubbard keeps finding ways to stay on the offensive and wear him down.

But when David Wright Hubbard locks on a cobra clutch, Bass Rogers seems to get downright furious, and he backs him into a corner and smashes him between his own body and the turnbuckles, then turns and brings him down with a belly-to-belly suplex when he staggers out. Neither man is too quick to get up from that move, but when they do, Bass Rogers goes on the offensive, unloading with his powerful right hands and a few big moves to wear David Wright Hubbard down. After a big spinebuster gets two and a half, Bass Rogers seems to be tiring, and decides that he needs to look for the finish quickly, so he climbs to the top turnbuckle, going for the Moonsault! But he's slow to make the climb, and David Wright Hubbard gets up behind him, then clobbers him from behind and climbs up with him, bringing him down with a massive belly-to-back superplex, then covering for a near fall!! What a move that was!

David Wright Hubbard waits on Bass Rogers to get up, confident that he has the match well in hand, then mows him down with a lariat when he stands, and covers him for another near fall. David Wright Hubbard seems a little angry, but he starts going up to the top turnbuckle... but Lars Coverdale's coming out of the backstage entrance! He's taped up, and his face is still a bit swollen from getting punched repeatedly, but he's managing to run to ringside! David Wright Hubbard's up and waiting on Bass Rogers, looking for the Flying Cross Bodypress when he gets up... but when Jerry Rogers turns to check on Bass Rogers as he starts to stand, Lars Coverdale leaps up on the apron and superkicks David Wright Hubbard in the ankle! David Wright Hubbard falls crotch-first on the turnbuckle, and Lars Coverdale ducks out of sight as Bass Rogers gets up! Bass Rogers climbs up with David Wright Hubbard, then brings him down with a belly-to-belly superplex, getting a near fall of his own! Fatigued but still filled with inner fury, Bass Rogers pulls David Wright Hubbard up, bellows loudly, then lifts him... POWER BOMB!! He goes for the cover... and THAT gets three! Bass Rogers defeated David Wright Hubbard!

Bass Rogers pinned David Wright Hubbard after a power bomb in 0:10:43.
Rating: 3/4*

Thanks to Lars Coverdale, Bass Rogers just defeated David Wright Hubbard! He stands in the ring and bellows mightily, raising his hands in victory, as Lars Coverdale slips backstage again... this is one of the biggest victories Bass Rogers has ever scored. He begins making his way backstage as well, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd. And finally, David Wright Hubbard begins pulling himself up, looking downright furious about what just happened, then angrily begins storming backstage. Lars Coverdale, in getting revenge for the beating he took earlier tonight from David Wright Hubbard, may have just gotten himself into a bad situation...

We're moving right along now to the main event of the evening, a VCW World Title match! "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple begins playing, and the crowd boos as Chris Champlain comes out of the backstage entrance, wearing his black hooded cloak. We saw his comments on this match from the graveyard last night, and though his poetic ability may be somewhat lacking, there's no doubt as to his fighting ability. The Grave Digger could be in for a struggle here tonight. Chris Champlain climbs to the top turnbuckle inside the ring, then throws his head and arms back, flinging the cloak off, and begins laughing maniacally, getting another round of boos from the crowd.

But now "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins playing, and the crowd explodes into cheers! Here comes the VCW World Champion! This is the man who beat Troy Black and Tony Garcia, and manhandled the Black Plague single-handedly, last night! This is the Grave Digger, and he's walking to the ring with a purpose! He removes the VCW World Title from around his waist on his way to the ring, then steps up to the apron and climbs inside, staring across the ring at Chris Champlain. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll kick off this match!

For the VCW World Title:

Grave Digger (c)

vs.

Chris Champlain

Chris Champlain charges the Grave Digger recklessly... and completely ineffectively, as the Grave Digger absorbs everything he can dish out, then starts fighting back, bumping him around the ring and dominating this match early on. Chris Champlain changes tactics and rolls to the outside of the ring, then dares the Grave Digger to follow him out, and the Grave Digger does, continuing the beating on the outside of the ring... until Chris Champlain slips in a low blow. With the Grave Digger stunned, Chris Champlain quickly begins trying to do some damage, taking the Grave Digger head-first into the ringpost and the ringsteps, choking him with microphone cables, and generally trying to break him down on the outside, until Bobcat McGavin's count grows high.

Chris Champlain takes the match back into the ring, and begins working over the Grave Digger's right knee, trying to keep him down and prevent him from regaining the advantage. He keeps control, but it's obvious the Grave Digger's a long way from being done, as he keeps trying to get up and come back. Even a DDT from Chris Champlain only gets a two count, and he quickly seems to become desperate, grabbing the Grave Digger's legs and turning him over into a Texas Cloverleaf! He snarls viciously and leans back into the hold... but the Grave Digger just plants his hands on the mat and slowly but methodically powers out of it! Chris Champlain brings the Grave Digger down with a Russian legsweep, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and comes off with the Split-Legged Moonsault... but the Grave Digger sits up, and Chris Champlain wipes out on the mat!

The Grave Digger gets up quickly, and Chris Champlain actually begins backing away as he sees the Grave Digger get up! But the Grave Digger just grabs him and whips him into the corner! Chris Champlain hits hard and staggers out... INTO THE GRAVE YARD SLAM!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and now the Grave Digger pulls Chris Champlain up in a cobra clutch... CRADLE TO GRAVE!! He's mauling Chris Champlain here, and he picks him up one more time, then grips him upside-down... BURIAL!! That'll do it! He folds Chris Champlain's arms across his chest for the cover, and Bobcat McGavin makes the three count!

The Grave Digger pinned Chris Champlain with the Burial in 0:08:23.
Rating: * 1/4
(The Grave Digger retained the VCW World Title.)

Once again, the Grave Digger has defended the VCW World Title, and tonight he's done so by absolutely destroying Chris Champlain! The crowd's going wild cheering for him... but suddenly they begin booing as Crimson runs out of the backstage entrance... and he's carrying a shovel! Crimson slides into the ring with the shovel in his hands, and the Grave Digger turns around... and Crimson nails him with a two-handed swing to the midsection! The Grave Digger doubles over, and Crimson raises the shovel high, then brings it down hard across the back of his head so hard that the shovel handle breaks!! Crimson just broke a shovel over the Grave Digger's head, and the Grave Digger goes down in a heap on the mat! But Crimson grabs a double handful of his hair and pulls him up, then grips his throat, braces himself, and lifts... CHOKESLAM!! Crimson actually Chokeslammed the nearly four hundred pounds of the Grave Digger!!

The crowd boos, but now the Grave Digger is down and laid out in the middle of the ring! Crimson spits on him, then stands over him, saying something to him that the cameras don't quite pick up, before giving him two middle fingers and stepping out of the ring. He just broke a shovel over the Grave Digger's head, and now he's heading backstage as the crowd boos loudly. The Grave Digger may be seriously hurt after that attack... and Crimson had better hope that's the case, because if the Grave Digger's able to come after him when he gets up, there could be some big trouble! As Crimson walks backstage, staring into the ring with a half-glare, half-smirk, we're out of time!! See you next week!!

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