Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, as we bring you the best wrestling known to man, live from the Pepsi Arena in New York! We've got a big show on hand... in our main event, we'll the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, team up with Stiff Competition to face all three members of Hell's Bikers! In addition to that, we've been told that Virginia and Komachi will defend their newly-won SJW World Tag Team Titles, which they won by defeating Mayuko Egami and Satomi Suzuki in tag team competition during VCW's interpromotional show with Super Japan Pro Wrestling, against Melissa DelArmeggio and Christina Ellis! Furthermore, we're going to see VCW's first-ever Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble, pitting the team of Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda against Jacob Idol and Amy Lin! This show is completely stacked, and...

And we're about to have some unexpected company, as "Favorite Things" by Incubus hits the arena sound system, and the crowd begins booing loudly as Troy Black makes his entrance, accompanied by Amy Lin, Rebecca Black, Lorenzo Vasquez, and Brujah. He leads them to the ring, looking a little bit angry, and climbs inside. The others enter the ring behind him, and Amy Lin tries to put an arm around him, but he moves away. Evidently he has other things on his mind right now... and he's calling for a microphone. He gets it, and raises it to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd.

T. Black: Shut the hell up.

The crowd continues booing.

T. Black: I said shut up RIGHT NOW, or I'll talk to some people in the front office, and VCW's never coming back to this cesspool again.

The crowd just boos louder, and a chant of "ASSHOLE!" begins in the crowd.

T. Black: Fine. But I've still got something to say, and I'm not leaving until I get it said.

The crowd continues booing and chanting, as Troy Black paces in the ring, waiting for it to die down. Finally he speaks again.

T. Black: Last week... we had one more title shot. One more chance at the VCW World Title. There's absolutely no reason why that title shouldn't be ours right now. But Tony Garcia takes the title shot... and he doesn't get the job done. It's not enough that he drags me down, and causes me to lose to the Grave Digger at Gang Wars... we get ONE more title shot, and he can't get the job done.

The crowd boos loudly; Troy Black seems to be ignoring the fact that he's largely respomsible for Tony Garcia's loss last week. It was still anybody's match when Troy Black first distracted Tony Garcia, then hit him with the wooden axe handle, both by accident. We may never know if Tony Garcia could have won that match on his own merits...

T. Black: We sat back and tolerated it when the Grave Digger squashed him in record time to win the title. We tolerated it when time and time again he lost to the Grave Digger in rematches. We tolerated it when he couldn't even get rid of Desmond and Ken Collins, for all his talk about broken bones and bar fights from the past. We even tolerated it when he caused me to lose to the Grave Digger in a handicap match at Gang Wars. But after tonight... he's reached the end of my tolerance. Tony... I know you're back there, listening, and I DEMAND that you come out here right NOW and explain what the problem is, and how you intend to fix it.

The crowd boos... and now "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie just hit the arena sound system! Tony Garcia steps out of the backstage entrance, carrying his wooden axe handle, and he doesn't look too pleased as he points down the aisle at Troy Black, yelling something at him. He climbs in the ring too... and he's calling for a microphone! The other members of the Black Plague step to the side silently as Tony Garcia and Troy Black look at each other face to face in the ring.

T. Black: You think you need the axe handle here to deal with me? Drop it. That's not how we settle things here.

Tony Garcia tosses aside his microphone, then cracks his knuckles and steps forward, towering over Troy Black by half a foot. He gets his microphone, and raises it to address Troy.

T. Garcia: You want to know what my problem is, Troy? You want to know what my damn problem is? It's YOU. Last week, I was wrestling the best match of my career. Now maybe I had the Digger beat, and maybe I didn't. And then you come down and start shoving that axe handle in my face. I didn't ask you to do that. I didn't need you to do that. I didn't WANT you to do that, Troy. I knew damn well where my axe handle was, and if I was gonna need it. And I wasn't gonna need it, because by then it was more than the title. It was me and the Digger, squaring off to prove who's the baddest man in the business... and I had all the proof I needed last week.

The crowd gives a small round of cheers... a few of them are in support of Tony Garcia, since he seems to be talking more about the reality of what happened. But Troy Black just looks even angrier.

T. Black: Listen, you ungrateful son of a bitch... I'm the only one who ever gave you so many chances at the title. My dad looked out for himself and himself alone, and you were his sidekick the whole way. Gabriel... he dressed you in a stupid mask, tried to break your neck, and then made up for it with a bunch of false promises. And now look at me. The youngest son, the one who you all said didn't have the body to make it in this business without taking my own weight in steroids every day like Dad used to... and if you'll remember, I'm the one whose neck you tried to break for two years while Gabriel strings you along as his sidekick in a goofy mask. I lost count of all the times you snubbed me when I was younger, of all the times you tried to hurt me and Melissa, even less than a year ago. And it's not like I didn't care about her back then. By all rights, I should hate your guts.

Troy Black stares at Tony Garcia venomously, and Tony Garcia's eyes widen with ire. The crowd boos... then cheers as Tony Garcia grabs Troy Black by the neck and shoves him into the corner of the ring.

T. Garcia: You think so!? Maybe you did get me a few opportunities, and I respect that. But that doesn't mean you can blame me for every little thing that goes wrong, and that DOES NOT mean that you can talk to me like that, boy. If you want to settle something, maybe we can get this settled RIGHT NOW. So you got a fucking problem with me, or what!?

Troy Black quickly shakes his head no, raising the microphone.

T. Black: No, come on, Tony. Look... I'm sorry. I don't have a problem. Just calm down... we'll make this right.

Tony Garcia loosens his grip on Troy Black, backing up.

T. Garcia: Yeah, okay. But I got some things to think about before all that. I'm gonna take some time alone and think about it real good.

Tony Garcia tosses aside the microphone and turns to leave... and quickly, Troy Black signals the rest of the Black Plague! Lorenzo Vasquez rushes Tony Garcia with a series of weakened, pained punches, but Tony Garcia knocks him to the mat with a massive right hand, then turns around... just in time for Brujah to charge him and nail him in the head with the VCW Television Title!! Tony Garcia goes down to one knee, still ready to get up and fight... and Troy Black grabs the wooden axe handle, then nails him HARD upside the head with it! Tony Garcia goes down, and Troy Black begins bludgeoning him in the back of the head and neck with it repeatedly! This is a three-on-one gang assault on Tony Garcia by the Black Plague!!

Troy Black gets up and brings Tony Garcia down with a double arm DDT, and now he's going up to the top turnbuckle... BLACK DAGGER!! The crowd boos loudly, and Tony Garcia convulses with the impact! As Troy Black rolls away, Brujah gets to the top of the opposite turnbuckle, and leaps off... SWANDIVE HEADBUTT!! Brujah gets to his feet... and now Amy Lin's up as well... MOONSAULT!! She just nailed Tony Garcia as well! And now Brujah's sitting up on one of the top turnbuckles, and Troy Black and Lorenzo Vasquez both work together to lift Tony Garcia up for him, with Lorenzo grimacing at the pain of the exertion. Brujah hoists Tony Garcia up, on the top turnbuckle... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB!! Tony Garcia crashes to the mat forcefully, and Troy Black goes up top again... and nails him with a SECOND Black Dagger!! This is just getting horrific and excessive!!

Lorenzo Vasquez grabs Tony Garcia's legs, then steps through and puts on a figure-four leglock... and now Brujah has the axe handle, and he's forcing it down on Tony Garcia's throat, choking him out while he's trapped in the figure-four! Troy Black goes up to the top rope, and he's directing Brujah to leave the axe handle there on his throat. He leaps off... no, come on... FLYING DOUBLE STOMP ON THE AXE HANDLE!! Troy Black just stomped down on the axe handle with a foot on either end, while it was across Tony Garcia's throat!! The axe handle was broken immediately from the impact, and Tony Garcia starts thrashing around so violently that Lorenzo Vasquez has to release the figure-four!! The crowd boos loudly as Tony Garcia convulses, clutching his throat and spitting up blood... and Troy Black grabs Brujah's VCW Television Title and begins bashing Tony Garcia in the head with it repeatedly!

After several blows, Tony Garcia finally goes limp, with blood trickling out of his mouth, but that doesn't stop Troy Black from continuing to smash him in the back of the head with the title belt... and now the back of his head's busted open and bleeding heavily as well! Troy Black drops the title, and begins stomping at Tony Garcia, and Amy Lin grabs his right leg and puts on a half Boston, as Lorenzo Vasquez grabs his right arm and puts on the Barcelona Armbar!! This is no ordinary attack... they're clearly trying to take Tony Garcia out of commission permanently! Brujah shakes his head and starts to walk away, but Rebecca Black says something to him and points to Tony Garcia, and he turns and begins half-heartedly stomping at him. This beating just isn't going to end until Tony Garcia is reduced to a bloody pulp in the ring...

But wait a second... someone's coming out of the backstage entrance!! It's Russel "The Muscle" Taylor! The crowd cheers as he charges to the ring, but Rebecca Black gets Brujah's attention and points to him. Russel Taylor slides into the ring... but Brujah grabs the VCW Television Title belt and charges Russel Taylor as he advances, nailing him upside the head with it! Russel Taylor goes down, clutching his head, and rolls out of the ring in pain! So much for Russel...

But now someone else is coming out of the back! About two dozen someones, actually... the H.A.R.P. Squad is finally here! They slide into the ring, in large numbers, and quickly begin pulling the attackers off of Tony Garcia. Their sheer numbers quickly overwhelm the Black Plague, and Troy, Amy, Lorenzo, Brujah, and Rebecca are forced to the outside of the ring as the H.A.R.P. Squad stands over Tony Garcia's fallen form, signalling for some medics. Blood is still trickling from Tony Garcia's mouth and head in copious quantities, and his breathing is very shallow, except for an occasional coughing spasm that forces a spray of blood up from his mouth. He may be hurt badly... the Black Plague was clearly looking to eliminate him from VCW entirely. They destroyed Sandis Arlington... they destroyed Gabriel Black... and they may have just destroyed Tony Garcia now as well.

What a mess... as the Black Plague heads backstage, the medics wheel out a stretcher, along with a tank of oxygen. They're putting him in a neckbrace before they load him on, not taking any chances... at least he's finally safe from further abuse. But we understand now that we're going backstage, where David Wright Hubbard is just arriving at the arena, and Ziggy Adderloaf has caught up with him... let's get to that now.

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage, and as he does, David Wright Hubbard walks in through the door, accompanied by Michelle Hubbard, who's carrying a large duffel bag.

Z. Adderloaf: David Wright Hubbard... you just missed it, but in the ring, the Black Plague turned on Tony Garcia, attacking him viciously and sending him to the hospital--

D.W. Hubbard: Shut up. Do I look like I care?

David Wright Hubbard hesitates, but Ziggy just stares at him, grasping for words.

D.W. Hubbard: That's a question, you scrawny piece of shit. When I ask a question, you answer it. Now, do I look like I care!?

Z. Adderloaf: Uh, no...

D.W. Hubbard: Well, maybe that's because I DON'T. Tony Garcia, huh? It serves the son of a bitch right. Because of him, my right knee don't work right anymore. Because of him, I'm a hurt man. You understand me? That's a question too, so answer it. Do you understand me?

Z. Adderloaf: Yeah, I--

David Wright Hubbard slaps him across the back of the head, cutting him off.

D.W. Hubbard: You don't talk out of turn when I'm talking to you, okay!? Are we clear on that!? If I'm talking, you don't interrupt me. Now... I don't give a crap about the Black Plague. I'm here for one reason, because I'm already late, and my schedulebook says I've got to whip a man's ass in the opening match tonight. And then I'm gonna get the hell out of this shithole, go back to Texas, and eat a bunch of Texas-style barbeque. But if I see Lars Coverdale backstage... then I guarantee you there's gonna be an ass-whooping first.

David Wright Hubbard glares at Ziggy Adderloaf and shoves him out of the way, then starts walking down the hall. Michelle shoots Ziggy an apologetic glance, then turns and starts walking after her husband as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back at ringside... but we're going to take a look at a camera in the parking lot, and see Tony Garcia off as he's loaded into an ambulance. Let's go to that now...

Tony Garcia is being pushed towards an ambulance, on a stretcher, by a team of paramedics. The back doors open, and they ease him inside, then a few medics climb in back with him and close the doors behind them. The ambulance seems ready to go, when the Black Plague rushes the ambulance. Troy Black, Amy Lin, and Brujah are carrying baseball bats, and Lorenzo Vasquez has a cinderblock and a length of rope. Troy Black flings open the driver's side door, then raises the baseball bat threateningly.

T. Black: Get out of the ambulance or I smear you on the parking lot concrete.

The ambulance driver panics, and the rest of the medics scatter as Brujah and Amy Lin swing their baseball bats with hostile intent. Troy Black moves around to the back of the ambulance, then flings those doors open as well, revealing the medics who are inside, tending to Tony Garcia.

T. Black: Get out, or you're gonna get hurt.

Troy Black raises the baseball bat to swing, and those medics bolt from the ambulance and start fleeing as well. Troy Black looks at Tony Garcia, still down on a stretcher inside the ambulance, and smiles faintly before slamming the doors closed. He walks back to the driver's side door, where Lorenzo Vasquez is tying the steering wheel in place with the rope.

L. Vasquez: This is so bad-ass, man... I wish I could do this to everyone who pisses me off.

T. Black: Throw the cinderblock on.

Lorenzo Vasquez checks the rope quickly, then tosses the cinderblock inside onto the gas pedal and leaps back. The ambulance takes off and quickly begins picking up momentum as it speeds across the parking lot out of control, and finally crashes into the side of a shipping truck at a dangerously high speed. The side of the truck caves in, and its position shifts a little bit, but there wasn't a lot of give in that impact. When the camera shifts back to the Black Plague, it can be seen that they're smiling and cheering... except for Troy Black, who stares at the wrecked ambulance with a burning glare.

T. Black: We're not done with him yet.

Troy Black drops his baseball bat and runs across the parking lot to the ambulance, then flings open the back doors and drags Tony Garcia out. He has fallen off the stretcher, with several more abrasions and bleeding cuts on his body, and is clearly unconscious. Troy Black pulls Tony Garcia to the concrete of the parking lot, then rips off his neckbrace and pulls him up into a standing headscissors. He brings Tony Garcia down with a piledriver on the concrete, then crouches over him and begins grinding his face into the pavement. Tony Garcia's face quickly becomes a bloody mess, and Troy Black finally gets up, then stomps down on him a few times as the other Black Plague members catch up to him, staring after him in horror or admiration, in some cases a little of both.

T. Black: Okay... now we're done here.

Rebecca Black steps forward, with a stare of wide-eyed delight on her face, then throws her arms around Troy Black and kisses him on the cheek.

R. Black: Have I told you how much I LOVE you today, Troy? That was BEAUTIFUL.

Ignoring his sister, Troy Black bends down to talk softly to Tony Garcia.

T. Black: This is how it ends, Tony. Twenty-five years gone, and you're extinct like all the other dinosaurs. ... When your wife and little girls come to visit you in the hospital, tell them Uncle Troy said "hi".

Troy Black turns and starts walking back towards the arena, as the camera fades out on the fallen carcass of Tony Garcia.

Damn... if by some miracle Tony Garcia wasn't seriously hurt before, he definitely is now. There's no question about it, Troy Black was out to end his career, and may have very well put his life at risk in the process. Is this really the end of the line for Tony Garcia? We know he's one of the toughest men wrestling has ever known, and if ANYBODY can eventually come back from this, it's probably him... but we have no way of knowing just how badly he's been hurt. We'll get an update on his condition as soon as we can...

But now we're going to move ahead, finally, to our opening match! "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing over the arena sound system, and "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper comes out of the backstage entrance, to the cheers of the crowd. He runs to the ring and slides inside, then performs a series of handspring backflips, finishing with a full backflip, to another round of cheers from the crowd. He's earned a number of fans with his high-flying performances, and seems likely to see some success in VCW sooner or later... but tonight, he'll have a hard time finishing this match successfully.

"War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing next, and the crowd boos loudly as his opponent, David Wright Hubbard, stalks out of the backstage area, walking with a slight limp in his right leg, which bears its usual kneebrace. He makes his way to the ring, glaring at Quinn Harper with malevolent intentions. This is one of the baddest, meanest men in VCW, and Quinn Harper's got a fight on his hands tonight. In many ways, Quinn Harper is similar to Lars Coverdale, who David Wright Hubbard has assaulted repeatedly... we'll have to see if Quinn Harper will be more successful than Lars was. David Wright Hubbard climbs into the ring, and Bobcat McGavin joins them and calls for the bell, to begin this opening match!

Quinn Harper starts the match off with as much quick hit and run offense as he can, bringing David Wright Hubbard down with dropkicks and quick takedowns, but before long David Wright Hubbard catches him, then starts dishing out a devestating beating to him. After David Wright Hubbard mows him down with a lariat for a near fall, Quinn Harper manages to turn the tide by countering a power bomb with a Frankensteiner, then nailing David Wright Hubbard with a savate kick. But when he goes up to the top turnbuckle, David Wright Hubbard catches him and clobbers him with a massive series of punches, then climbs up with him. He puts on a standing headscissors... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB!! Quinn Harper crashes HARD to the mat, and David Wright Hubbard covers him for an academic three-count.

David Wright Hubbard gets up, raising his hands in victory, then shoots his fallen opponent a disgusted glare and climbs out of the ring. As he begins walking backstage, Quinn Harper is showing no signs of movement... he was utterly squashed out here. This is definitely a bad sign for Lars Coverdale, as it seems that a little bit of quickness and finesse isn't enough to avoid the raging storm of David Wright Hubbard's offense. Quinn Harper finally begins to slowly pull himself to his feet... but right now, we're going backstage, where James Applebee is going to try to discipline the Black Plague!

The remaining members of the Black Plague are sitting in their locker room on sofas and chairs around a table full of fruit and snacks, talking and making plans, when James Applebee storms in, looking extremely displeased.

J. Applebee: All right... I saw your attack on Tony Garcia, and I have to warn you right now, there are going to be some serious consequences for what you've done.

Troy Black, sitting next to Amy Lin on a sofa, sighs and pulls a checkbook out of his pocket.

T. Black: Say no more... I've got a blank check already signed. How much is the fine this time?

J. Applebee: Since you recklessly endangered another human being's life, let's start at a quarter million dollars...

Troy Black laughs and prepares to put the pen to the check.

J. Applebee: Something funny? Better make it half a million dollars.

Troy Black shrugs and begins writing on the check.

J. Applebee: And second of all, I've made some matches for tonight. Brujah... get ready to defend the VCW Television Title a little bit later... against Owen Addison.

Brujah glares at James Applebee and sighs, but Lorenzo Vasquez steps forward, laughing.

L. Vasquez: Ooh. Yeah, that'll teach him! Just shut the fuck up and get out of our locker room already, King George.

J. Applebee: I hope you still think it's funny when I tell you that your match with Ken Collins has been moved up to take place right here, TONIGHT.

L. Vasquez: Actually... I do. I think that's fucking hilarious, chief. Check this out...

Lorenzo Vasquez reaches into his left pocket and pulls out a battered, clumsily folded piece of paper, then hands it to James Applebee.

L. Vasquez: That's a doctor's report, saying I'm not cleared to wrestle tonight after he attacked me and fucked up my shoulder last week. So either you change that booking real quick, or I'm gonna sue this little show for enough money to make that half-million dollar fine look like chump change.

James Applebee unfolds the paper and reads it for several seconds, then sighs.

J. Applebee: Fine. But you WILL wrestle Ken Collins at Blood and Thunder, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Let's see... Amy's already booked. So that just leaves YOU, Troy. And just so you can find out first-hand about having some sadistic lunatic trying to hurt you... you're booked in a match with Lance Errington, one-on-one, tonight!

Troy Black sighs, then glares at James Applebee.

T. Black: You talk like I haven't already spent my entire career getting dropped on my head by lunatics hell-bent on ending my career. There's nothing Lance can do to me that hasn't already been done worse.

J. Applebee: This is just the beginning. I want to make it clear that this sort of assault won't be tolerated in VCW.

T. Black: Yeah, well... good luck with that. Are you done here yet?

J. Applebee: You'll get what's coming to you one of these days.

James Applebee turns to walk out of the locker room, but when his back is turned, Rebecca Black grabs an apple from the table and throws it, striking James Applebee in the back of the head. He whirls around, angrily scanning the room, as Rebecca Black, Lorenzo Vasquez, and Amy Lin all put on innocent, horrified looks and point to each other. James Applebee gives a disgusted grunt, then walks out and slams the door, with the members of the Black Plague laughing behind him as he goes. Amy Lin gives Rebecca Black a high-five as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back at ringside, and "Riders On The Storm" by Creed is playing, bringing out "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, the New Immortals, along with Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael. The crowd boos as they walk to the ring, smiling and waving, and climb inside, then grab 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 damn fine wrestlers, and one new and improved tag team. With us, as always, is the lovely Nicole and our stalwart companion, Mongo.

Nicole smiles and waves to the crowd, getting a lot of boos in reply, but Steve McMichael grabs the microphone from Bobby Danson.

S. McMichael: Being here in New York with the New Immortals is even better than being here to break your pencil-necked quarterback on the New York Midgets, baby. Mongo's in town, representing the 1985 Chicago Bears and the Four Horsemen, the two elite groups in professional sports, and I'm here to whoop on somebody tonight, my friend!

M. Lazzario: Yeah, sure, Mongo. Anyway, why don't you let Bobby tell us about the promotional work he's been doing for the Strayhound bus company?

Bobby Danson scowls angrily as he takes the microphone back from Mongo, while Nicole just rolls her eyes and shakes her head in dismay.

B. Danson: Actually, there's nothing to tell you about. I had to cut off negotiations with Strayhound after we had some problems with one of our promotional skits... and let's just say that after that, I'm not going to work with them any longer. Actually, heck... we've got the footage. Can we show it?

The crowd boos, but the ViolenTron flickers on; evidently we're going to see footage from Bobby Danson doing promotional work with Strayhound... what sort of a name is that? Is this some kind of joke!? This is gonna be stupid...

Bobby Danson is in a wrestling ring, facing an unnamed, muscular man with plain black trunks. Before they lock up, he turns to the camera.

B. Danson: Hi, I'm "Beautiful" Bobby Danson of the New Immortals, and when you need to get from town to town to wrestle every night, without costing an arm and a leg, you really need to take advantage of Strayhound's new Go Anywhere fare. It's mighty handy, folks.

Bobby Danson turns and assaults his opponent, knocking him down with a clothesline, then pulling him up into an airplane spin. The camera shifts to the announcers' table, where a talking dog in a sportscoat and Vince McMahon-like toupee is doing play-by-play in a monotone voice.

T. Dog: What a move that was. That's right, just like Bobby Danson, you can go anywhere in the country for sixty-nine dollars or less with the Strayhound Go Anywhere fare.

The camera shifts back to the ring, where Bobby Danson fires away on his opponent with a series of Mongolian chops, then bodyslams him and pins him for the three count.

T. Dog: That poor sap's not going anywhere, though. Stick a fork in him, folks. He's done.

Bobby Danson helps his opponent up in the ring and pats him on the back.

B. Danson: Hey, good match, buddy. You can get a ride to the next show in my car.

T. Dog: I said he's NOT GOING ANYWHERE, MOTHERFUCKER!!

The talking dog growls and snarls viciously, leaping from behind the announcers' desk and lunging at Bobby Danson with teeth bared.

B. Danson: Oh no!!

Bobby Danson slides out of the ring, eyes wide with terror, then hops the guardrail on the outside and begins fleeing through the stands, followed by the dog, which is barking, growling, snarling, and snapping at him viciously the whole time, as the scene fades out.

Back in the ring, the crowd is groaning and booing as Bobby Danson raises the microphone.

B. Danson: Now, to me, that's simply unacceptable. I was trying to do a good deed by offering my opponent a ride, and...

Bobby Danson trails off as a man in business attire walks out of the backstage entrance, carrying a microphone, which he raises to speak.

Man: I'm here representing Strayhound as an agent. I pulled a few strings to get on this show, because it's important. Look, Bobby... this is just a big misunderstanding, okay? We had a talk with the dog, and he realizes now that what he did was out of line. We just want you to come back and finish working with us.

B. Danson: I don't think so, my good man. That dog is a vicious brute... and aside from that, when we were on lunch break, he kept BEGGING for the T-bone steak I was having for lunch, which I paid for out of my own pocket. That's VERY unprofessional.

Man: Yes, well... I'm sorry. And the dog says he's sorry, too. We'll make sure it doesn't happen again.

B. Danson: That's merely the tip of the iceberg. I didn't want to bring this up in public, sir, but you leave me no choice. When Nicole and I arrived at the arena, she was wearing a skirt without panties, and that... beastly creature put his paws on her and started sniffing and... and... LICKING at her private parts! That dog is a prima donna and a sex maniac, sir, and that sort of depravity might fly in Hollywood, but--

Nicole suddenly grabs the microphone away from Bobby Danson.

Nicole: They didn't need to hear THAT!! Look, I don't even know why you're even telling them all this bullshit... just stop it, okay!? Nobody's buying it, and this is just wasting time for no good reason!

B. Danson: Nicole, darling... this is just the nature of the corporate media industry. You'll have to let me handle this--

Hold it... "Domination" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as the Wrecking Crew, Blade and John Uldwall, come out of the backstage entrance, behind the businessman. He turns around... and Blade kicks him in the midsection, then puts him in a standing headscissors and lifts... POWER BOMB ON THE RAMP!! That joker's been laid out, and now the Wrecking Crew is storming to the ring, heading for the New Immortals!! Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

New Immortals
w/Nicole & Steve McMichael

The New Immortals surprisingly take control with a series of punches as the match begins, and they each back a member of the Wrecking Crew into opposite corners of the ring, then whip them towards each other... but the Wrecking Crew members both reverse the whips. The New Immortals meet in the middle of the ring... and link arms, then dance in a circle in a square dance doe-see-doe and charge the Wrecking Crew... but the New Immortals both run right into massive clotheslines, and go down to the mat hard! That was... odd.

The Wrecking Crew begins taking control of the match, dominating with a number of power moves, including a rather whimsical spot where they take turns power bombing each other onto Bobby Danson, then grab Moy Lazzario and power bomb him onto Bobby Danson as well. When Mongo jumps up on the apron, protesting, they grab him, pull him into the ring, and power bomb him onto Bobby Danson as well, then turn a glance to Nicole, but she screams and runs halfway up the ramp before they seem to lose interest in her. Mongo rolls out of the ring, and the Wrecking Crew's assault continues, but Mongo shortly gets his revenge with a trip of the outside that enables Bobby Danson to nail Blade with a clothesline and make the tag.

The New Immortals take control of the match, using a variety of double team moves, some standard and some whimsical, to attack Blade, keeping him isolated in their half of the ring. Cutting off all of his attempts to make a comeback or tag in John Uldwall, they work him over for a few minutes, then hit him with a few big moves. Bobby Danson pulls Blade up on his shoulders, and Moy Lazzario comes off the top turnbuckle to bring him down from Bobby Danson's shoulders with a flying Thesz press, which he follows with a series of right hands. Shortly later, they place Blade on the top turnbuckle, then Bobby Danson picks Moy Lazzario up on his shoulders, and Moy Lazzario brings Blade down with a HUGE superplex from the top of Bobby Danson's shoulders, and we've heard that they call that move the Immortalplex! But when they go for the pin, John Uldwall breaks it up at two.

Angered by the failure of the Immortalplex, Moy Lazzario goes for the Ace Crusher, but Blade shoves him forward into the turnbuckles, then floors him with a last-ditch clothesline and collapses to the mat. Both men crawl to their corners and make tags, and Bobby Danson comes in, but gets assaulted by John Uldwall! John Uldwall cleans house on both New Immortals in an unusual fashion, tossing them into each other frequently and knocking their heads together, until Blade comes in to make it even. The Wrecking Crew dumps Moy Lazzario and prepares Bobby Danson for the Breakdown, but Nicole distracts Linda Peterson, and Mongo whacks Blade in the back with a chair as he perches on the top turnbuckle!

John Uldwall angrily charges out after Mongo and begins hammering him, but Moy Lazzario comes from behind and takes him head-first into the steel ringpost, then rolls him back in. Moy Lazzario goes up to the top turnbuckle, and Bobby Danson pulls John Uldwall up and lifts him high for a power bomb... and Moy Lazzario flies off the top and strikes John Uldwall with a flying dropkick as Bobby Danson brings him down with a power bomb!! That's the Immortals' old finisher, the Fall From Grace, and the New Immortals just brought it back with devestating effect on John Uldwall! Bobby Danson flips over John Uldwall into a jackknife hold after the power bomb, and Moy Lazzario cuts off a save attempt from Blade as Linda Peterson counts to three!

The New Immortals just won this match, but things were looking pretty bleak before Mongo got in a chairshot behind Linda Peterson's back. They're rolling out of the ring and escaping with their ill-gotten victory, as Blade goes to check on John Uldwall. We're going to go backstage now, where a camera is on Russel "The Muscle" Taylor!

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor is walking backstage through the hallways, looking around as if looking for someone. He sees "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, and quickly approaches him.

R. Taylor: Hey, Ken. You're one of the people I've been looking for. I have some bad news from Commissioner Applebee... you're not getting the match with Lorenzo tonight, because he's not cleared to wrestle.

Ken Collins breathes in deeply, clenching his fists as he turns to Russel Taylor.

K. Collins: So I don't get that match tonight? He's not cleared to wrestle... but here I am, against doctor's orders after he nearly broke my arm with a chair last week, just so I can get my hands on him... and HE's not cleared to wrestle!?

R. Taylor: No. Instead, we're tag team partners tonight, in a match against Chris Champlain and Brian Rivera. But if you're injured, then...

Ken Collins becomes even more tense upon hearing that news, clearly not liking it.

K. Collins: Wait... not only do I NOT have a match with Lorenzo, but I'm in a tag team match... with you... against Chris Champlain and Brian Rivera.

R. Taylor: That's right. It must be a big disappointment for you to not get a shot at Lorenzo. I've seen all the bad stuff he did, and it really upset me, too. But justice will prevail at Blood and Thunder, because evil never triumphs. Like I was saying, I don't want to force you to--

Ken Collins cracks a smile, then chuckles a little bit.

K. Collins: Yeah... I guess you're right. It's not a question of IF I get a match with him, only WHEN. And when I do... then it'll be time to make sure he never forgets the consequences of what he's done. But first... injured or not, I'm not backing out of this. I guess we've got a match tonight, partner.

R. Taylor: Yeah, that's the spirit!

Russel Taylor slaps Ken Collins on the back amicably, but as he does Sophie walks by. Russel Taylor quickly steps forward to greet her.

R. Taylor: Hi, Sophie! You're the other person I was wanting to see!

Sophie: Really? Cool! Here I am...

Sophie turns around with her arms spread wide so that Russel Taylor can see her.

R. Taylor: Yeah. I know about this quest you're on, and maybe nobody else realizes just how serious it is, but I do. I've been wanting to help. You need a vial of teardrops from a pure-hearted virgin, right?

Sophie: Yeah, actually... how'd you get that!?

R. Taylor: Well... earlier tonight, the Black Plague turned on Tony Garcia and hurt him really bad. And nobody deserves that kind of treatment, even if Tony Garcia was mean sometimes. I mean, his friends just turned on him and hurt him so badly he might never be back... and that made me sad. In fact, it made me cry. But I remembered what you needed, so I got a vial handy...

Russel Taylor pulls a small vial of clear liquid out of his gym bag and gives it to Sophie.

R. Taylor: And here it is. I hope it helps you.

Sophie's face lights up with joy as she grabs the vial.

Sophie: Whoo-hoo!! Thank you SOOOO much, Russel!! This is just super! I'm so grateful, I could make you not a pure-hearted virgin anymore!

Russel Taylor blushes and steps back.

R. Taylor: Um... that won't be necessary, really. I'm just glad to help!

Sophie: Well, at least you should get a kiss on the cheek.

R. Taylor: Aw, shucks. Sophie, you shouldn't...

Sophie springs forward and throws her arms around Russel Taylor, kissing him on the cheek. When she steps back, Russel Taylor is blushing deeply, with a dazed smile on his face.

R. Taylor: Well, okay...

Sophie: Thanks again. See you later!

Sophie skips off down the hall with the vial, and Russel Taylor stares goofily after her. Ken Collins just shakes his head and smiles at the whole situation, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and "Stuntman" by 24-7 Spyz is playing over the arena sound system. The crowd cheers as Tommy Hustle makes his way to the ring, preparing for this next match. He'll be facing Paul Canyon tonight, and it has to be admitted that Paul Canyon, even in the face of his personal issues, looks like the heavy favorite to win this match. Both men are skilled at using high-flying offense, but Paul Canyon is a more well-rounded wrestler, in addition to being about fifteen or twenty pounds heavier than Tommy Hustle. Still, there's no lack of confidence in Tommy Hustle's face right now... he didn't come here to lose tonight, and it shows.

And now "Magical Mystery Tour" by the Beatles starts playing, and that brings out Paul Canyon! The crowd cheers as Paul Canyon comes to the ring, but he seems a little out of place again. The issues between the two members of the Ontario Colour Show are well-documented, and we know that he'd rather be in a tag team alongside Owen Addison right now. Instead, Owen Addison's getting a shot at the VCW Television Title, and Paul Canyon's set to face off against Tommy Hustle here. Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll get this match started!

Both men show a lot of quickness and wrestling skill, and Tommy Hustle keeps up with Paul Canyon surprisingly well. Paul Canyon shows that he's the better of the two men when his mind's firmly on the match, but each time he starts to take control, he seems to lose focus and start using offensive moves that seem to serve no purpose in the context of the match. Furthermore, he becomes distracted enough that Tommy Hustle is able to quickly counter a few moves, coming back at Paul Canyon several times, and doing pretty well for himself each time before Paul Canyon gets his head back in the match and takes over again.

Late in the match, Tommy Hustle dumps Paul Canyon to the outside, then leaps out onto him with a flying cross bodypress from the top turnbuckle to the floor. Paul Canyon goes down, and Tommy Hustle goes up again, jumping to the apron, then springing off onto Paul Canyon with an Asai moonsault! He rolls Paul Canyon back into the ring, then leaps onto him again with a springboard Thesz press for two and a half. Feeling victory nearing his grasp, Tommy Hustle goes up to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a flying somersault headbutt, but Paul Canyon rolls out of the way, and Tommy Hustle wipes out on the mat! Paul Canyon takes him down with a spinning leg lariat when they get up, then goes for a front chancery, but Tommy Hustle blocks and nails him with a jawbreaker! Tommy Hustle puts on a waistlock as Paul Canyon gets up... BACKDROP DRIVER... no, Paul Canyon flips out behind him, landing on his feet! Tommy Hustle turns around, right into a savate kick! Paul Canyon pulls Tommy Hustle up and follows it with a piledriver, then heads up top and hits the Magic Carpet Ride!! That should do it... and it does, as Brendan Powers counts to three!

Paul Canyon has won this match... but it seems as though it was closer than it would have been had he been performing at his peak level. So far, the Ontario Colour Show members haven't had a lot of individual success... perhaps Owen Addison will be the one to change that shortly. But first, right now, we're going to go to a camera backstage.

Christina Ellis and Yuri Sonoda are sitting in the locker room backstage, talking to one another. Yuri Sonoda seems to be a little nervous as she speaks to Christina Ellis.

Y. Sonoda: You know, the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble sounds like fun. I don't even know what it is yet, but the name sounds fun. I'm just a little worried about Amy.

C. Ellis: I wouldn't worry about it. You have Johnny on your side. Knowing him, whatever an Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble is, it's right up his alley.

Yuri Sonoda smiles.

Y. Sonoda: I guess you're right about that. I think Johnny's a better wrestler than people say he is.

C. Ellis: Well... maybe. But just don't worry about it. Have fun tonight.

The locker room door opens, and Melissa DelArmeggio and Desmond walk in, looking through the pages of a magazine.

M. DelArmeggio: Hey, guys. Christina... I've got a preview of one of our opponents tonight.

Melissa opens the magazine and gives it to Christina, and from this angle the camera can see that it's an issue of Overnight Sexation magazine, with Virginia on the cover. Christina Ellis's eyes widen as she sees the magazine.

C. Ellis: Damn. That's... uh... yeah.

M. DelArmeggio: I thought you'd like it. You know, seeing as she's one of the reigning SJW World Tag Team Champions, doesn't this kind of shoot down that whole thing you kept talking about where Japanese wrestlers aren't a bunch of glorified strippers?

C. Ellis: Never mind that... I'm still in shock here. How can she fit that THING in THERE? I mean, look at this guy... that's like trying to put a baseball bat down the neck of a wine bottle!

M. DelArmeggio: Don't forget, you're talking about Virginia... to tell the truth, it's probably more like a slop bucket than a wine bottle.

C. Ellis: Thanks for the mental image. As if it's not enough having the real thing in front of me. ... I'm going to have to put this away before somebody gets hurt. Yuri, I'm pretty sure this sort of thing is illegal in Japan, so I'm going to keep it out of your reach for your own good.

Yuri Sonoda breathes a sigh of relief as Christina Ellis stuffs the magazine into her travel bag.

Y. Sonoda: Thanks. I appreciate that more than you know.

M. DelArmeggio: Hey, it gives us a whole new outlook on our match with her tonight, right?

C. Ellis: Yeah, sure. Forget reviewing tapes of her matches... you know I'll be able to more fully exploit my opponent's weaknesses after I've seen her fucking a porn star. How the hell did you end up getting this, anyway?

Desmond: We bought it at an adult bookstore.

C. Ellis: Yeah, but why were you two there in the first place?

M. DelArmeggio: I don't know. Can you think of any place better to go for a date if you've got an hour or so to kill early in the afternoon?

C. Ellis: Yes, I can, actually. Lots of places. You guys suck. Next time, just go have sex in a closet or something. ... But when you do, PLEASE don't try to recreate some of the scenes in that magazine if he measures up to the guy in there. Those people are trained professionals, and you could get hurt if you try it at home. And that'd be a lot of fun to explain in the emergency room.

Melissa punches Christina Ellis in the shoulder lightly.

M. DelArmeggio: I'll give YOU something to explain in the emergency room if you don't watch yourself.

C. Ellis: Save it for Virginia and Komachi, tiger. We could win some nice, shiny gold titles there.

Desmond: Lucky. You're both in a title match, and Yuri has the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble... I'm not even on the card tonight.

M. DelArmeggio: Maybe it’s a good thing you’re not booked today. You've been put in a lot of bad situations lately... especially the match with Brujah.

Desmond: Actually... the more I think about it, I'll be glad to get this over with. You knew it had to happen sooner or later, and once this is behind us, we'll know exactly where everything stands. As long as we both stay reasonable...

M. DelArmeggio: Reasonable? He's a member of the Black Plague! I'd just worry about getting out of there in one piece... you know he's not just there to win a match.

Desmond: I know. But he's my friend. I... I just don't want to hurt him.

M. DelArmeggio: Yeah, but... sometimes you have to come to terms with the fact that people you care about have changed, and they don't care about you anymore. And if you hold anything back, they'll destroy you. It took me a while to learn that... for God's sake, don't make the same mistakes I did.

C. Ellis: Yeah, PLEASE don't make the same mistakes she did. To think I'd have to sit through that twice...

Desmond: I don't want to make any mistakes. But how can I tell if Brujah will sacrifice me to save his standing with the Black Plague, or sacrifice his standing with them to avoid trying to injure me?

Melissa DelArmeggio takes Desmond's hand and squeezes it.

M. DelArmeggio: I see what you mean. If you need any help, I'm here for you.

C. Ellis: Yeah, we all are.

Desmond: Thanks.

Desmond smiles faintly, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back at ringside, and "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple just started playing, bringing out Chris Champlain and Brian Rivera, accompanied by Stormy Weathers, to the boos of the crowd! Brian Rivera swaggers to the ring, yelling at the fans, as Chris Champlain stalks quickly down the ramp, wearing his black, hooded cloak, then slides into the ring and climbs inside. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and throws his head and arms back in a sinister, maniacal laugh, flinging the cloak off of his back and revealing that his body is still covered with lingering marks and scratches from a brutal Barbed Wire Street Fight he participated in back in Japan. It falls to the mat, where Brian Rivera puts it on and starts doing the Ric Flair strut in it before Chris Champlain gives him a dirty look, prompting him to take it off.

And now "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing, and that brings out "The California Crippler" Ken Collins and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor! This match was made at the last minute, because Ken Collins could not be booked to face Lorenzo Vasquez, and tonight these two men will be teaming for the first time. They've both had issues with Chris Champlain, who is as dangerous as anybody in this business, and while Brian Rivera's somewhat goofy, his talent level can't be denied... and on top of that, Ken Collins himself is far from healthy after a nasty attack last week by Lorenzo Vasquez. But Ken Collins and Russel Taylor don't look daunted as they step into the ring, preparing to do battle, and Jerry Rogers calls for the bell to begin the match.

Chris Champlain & Brian Rivera
w/Stormy Weathers

Russel Taylor and Ken Collins do fairly well for themselves to start, based mostly on energy and intensity, but Chris Champlain and Brian Rivera are crafty enough to get their licks in as well, especially with Stormy Weathers serving as an added nuisance on the outside. Ken Collins's weakened right arm comes back to haunt him as the match progresses, enabling Chris Champlain to easily break a waistlock on a German suplex attempt and counter with a painful armwringer. Chris Champlain works over Ken Collins's right arm sadistically, and Brian Rivera takes his turns as well. Things begin to look bad for Ken Collins as the match wears on, but when Brian Rivera heads up to the top turnbuckle and yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!", Ken Collins rolls out of the way of the ensuing flying legdrop! Both men end up sprawled out on the mat, but Ken Collins makes the tag to Russel Taylor!

Brian Rivera gets up, but instead of tagging Chris Champlain he stupidly staggers into a clothesline from Russel Taylor. Russel Taylor comes at both men with a lot of energy, knocking them down with a series of clotheslines, then dumping Chris Champlain to the outside of the ring! Ken Collins goes up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off to the floor, wiping Chris Champlain out on the outside with a flying cross bodypress! Back in the ring, Russel Taylor hits a swinging neckbreaker on Brian Rivera, then a running powerslam for two and a half. Brian Rivera slides down on an attempted Gorilla Press slam, then goes for the Bitch Slap, but Russel Taylor shoves him forward! When Brian Rivera turns around, he gets a kick to the midsection, then Russel puts him in a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! Brian Rivera crashes to the mat, and Russel Taylor covers for the three count!

Russel Taylor just won this match! The crowd cheers loudly as he poses in victory, with Ken Collins and Chris Champlain still wiped out on the outside. As Russel Taylor celebrates his victory, we're going to go backstage. We understand that Brujah, seconds away from his VCW Television Title match against Owen Addison, is having some problems...

Brujah is backstage, checking his boots and loosening up to fight, when Jennie walks in, frowning. She seems rather upset as she begins to speak to him, but he speaks first.

Brujah: Haven't seen you yet today before now. ... I missed you.

Jennie: Brujah... I think I've got something to say to you.

Brujah: Go ahead. I've got a few seconds left before I go out there.

Jennie: Yeah, well... listen. That thing with Tony Garcia earlier, and the match with Desmond you've got coming up... I can't help but think that the Black Plague's turning you into a different person. A person that disgusts me and scares me a little bit.

Brujah turns to Jennie, raising an eyebrow.

Brujah: Jennie... we’ve been through this. I'm the same person I always was. I haven't changed a bit. I have a job to do, and I do it to the best of my ability. That doesn't mean I enjoy it. Tony's career just died by the same sword he lived by for twenty-five years. And as for Desmond... it might be the only thing I can do, whether or not I like it. I asked you if you knew what you were getting into when we started seeing each other. You said you did. Maybe you thought you'd change me, or maybe you saw me through some kind of rose-colored glasses... but I haven't changed.

Jennie: You haven't changed? Are you saying you would have considered annihilating your best friend six months ago?

Brujah pauses for a second, then sighs.

Brujah: ... Yeah. If that's what it took. It's not just that this is my job. Maybe if I wanted to throw my career away, I could quit tomorrow and put in an application at Burger King. But if I turn away from the Black Plague, they'll come after the people I care about. That means Desmond, anyway... and it also means you.

Jennie: Go ahead, then. We can beat them. Let them come after me.

Brujah: I don't care to wager your safety on whether or not we can beat Troy Black. At least with the enemies I have right now, I know that the only person they'll come after is me and me alone. ... Besides, this is my job. It's not always a walk through the park. I came to VCW to better my career, but nobody ever said I wouldn't have to make some sacrifices along the way.

Jennie: I can't believe you! Listen to yourself... you just helped to nearly kill a man with a wife and two daughters, and didn't bat an eyelash at it, and now you're talking about crippling your best friend for my sake, when I'm begging you not to! Damn it, Brujah, this just isn't right!

Brujah: I never said it was. But it's my choice to make... whichever way I feel I must. You need to make a choice of your own, about whether or not you can live with that. If you can't... then I'll miss you very much.

Jennie glares at Brujah, apparently silenced by overwhelming anger, then suddenly whirls and slaps him across the face. Brujah puts his hand to his face and looks at it, then stares directly into Jennie's eyes with a neutral expression.

Brujah: Somehow, I don't think that solved anything.

Jennie lunges forward and slaps Brujah again, sending his face to the side with the force of it.

Jennie: Fuck you, Brujah! Just shut up, and don't come near me until you feel like acting like a human being again!

Jennie turns and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Brujah stares after her for a second, then picks up the VCW Television Title and straps it around his waist. As he turns to the door, it opens, and Rebecca Black walks in.

R. Black: Hey... I was passing by, and kinda heard what was going on. Not that I'm trying to get into your business... but do you need someone at ringside with you?

Brujah: I guess. If you want to come.

R. Black: Okay. ... Don't worry about it. Troy's really proud of you. He has told me that these days, you're the only one he can always count on.

Brujah: Yeah. Good. ... Let's go.

Brujah steps past Rebecca Black and walks out the door, and she follows him. The camera fades out on the now-empty locker room.

We're back at ringside... Brujah and Jennie are having personal problems, and so we now know that Brujah will be accompanied to the ring by Rebecca Black. First, though, "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd gives a mixed reaction of mostly cheers as the challenger for Brujah's VCW Television Title, Owen Addison, makes his way out of the backstage entrance. Formerly one-half of the Ontario Colour Show, Owen Addison's going to be facing a man who, in some ways, he indirectly blames for the fall of the Ontario Colour Show, when he faces Brujah. His usual blank stare of determination has a bit more anger to it than normal... we know he'd love to win the VCW Television Title from Brujah tonight.

And now "Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing, and the crowd boos as Brujah comes out of the backstage entrance, along with Rebecca Black. He casts a disgusted glance at a nearby camera, then begins walking slowly to the ring slowly, without much enthusiasm. He may be mentally at a disadvantage after what we just saw... if he can't focus on this match completely, he'll quickly find himself in trouble against Owen Addison. He takes the VCW Television Title off and hands it to Rebecca Black, then climbs into the ring, preparing for this confrontation. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring as well, and calls for the bell!

Brujah (c)
w/Rebecca Black

As this match begins, Owen Addison makes the unusual mistake of going toe-to-toe with Brujah early on, perhaps showing a little overconfidence and unwise aggression, and Brujah takes control, beating the hell out of Owen Addison. But that doesn't last long before Owen's brain kicks in and he begins playing to his own strengths, wrestling Brujah down and working over his neck viciously. Brujah remains determined to keep fighting back, and the tide turns a few times, but as the match continues on Owen Addison seems to be doing considerably better than Brujah. Even a trip from the outside by Rebecca Black doesn't change that significantly, and Owen Addison remains at the advantage.

Brujah seems to feel this match slipping away from him, and musters another assault of blind fury in a desperate attempt to come back. But when he throws a big lariat, Owen Addison ducks, and Brujah mows down Bobcat McGavin, then turns around right into a superkick from Owen Addison! Rebecca Black grabs a chair from the outside of the ring, then slides inside as Owen stomps down on Brujah's fallen body, trying to keep him down... but Jennie comes running out of the backstage entrance!! She slides into the ring and grabs the chair, trying to pull it out of Rebecca Black's hands, as Owen hooks Brujah for a vertical suplex, heedless of the two women in the ring... but Rebecca Black lets go and drops out of the ring, causing the chair to fly backwards in Jennie's hands and strike Owen in the back!

Owen Addison stumbles forward, dropping Brujah, then whirls around angrily and sees Jennie standing there with the chair... and she's trying to explain, but he just grabs her by the hair and drills her with a punch to the head! She falls to the mat, and Owen Addison turns around... but Brujah's up behind him, staring at him with a homicidal glare, and he nearly knocks Owen Addison's head into the cheap seats with a Yakuza kick!! Owen goes down, and Brujah pulls him up, then puts him in a standing headscissors over the chair... POWER BOMB!! The back of Owen Addison's head just hit the chair hard... and Bobcat McGavin's getting up, so Rebecca Black reaches into the ring and pulls the chair out quickly! She directs Brujah to cover Owen Addison, but he seems more concerned about Jennie. All the same, at Rebecca's repeated urging, he turns and quickly pins Owen Addison for the three count.

Brujah shoves Owen Addison out of the ring in disgust, then turns to check on Jennie again. She seems okay, but she's clearly not happy about the way this match ended... it seems like she came in to prevent Rebecca Black from interfering against Owen Addison, but instead ended up costing him the match! Brujah tries to comfort her by putting his arms around her, but she shoves him away and prepares to walk out of the ring, earning a round of cheers from the crowd. Brujah puts a hand on her shoulder again quickly, and she turns around, looking angry... but the anger is soon washed away by a look of sadness, and she steps forward to embrace him, causing the crowd to boo once again. To top it off, Brujah is still the VCW Television Champion... when Owen Addison comes around, we can bet that he'll be angry about this one.

We're going to go to a video package now, featuring a man who will be appearing in VCW very shortly... a man by the name of Monty Pompous. We last saw footage of him two weeks ago, and tonight we have a follow up to that video.

The scene fades into an old-fashioned tavern, with several regular patrons in simple clothing sitting at a bar, and at tables around the bar. Suddenly, "Tziganne" by Bozzio, Levin, & Stevens begins playing softly in the background, and the doors at the entrance swing open, as Monty Pompous strides in, with his sturdy leather riding boots clomping hard on the wooden floor. All eyes turn to him as a jovial, good-natured smile spreads across his face.

M. Pompous: Greetings, good people! It is I, Monty Pompous, professional adventurer and paragon of mankind!

A murmur of excitement goes through the tavern, and Monty Pompous swaggers up to the bar. The barkeeper, a round-faced, ruddy-cheeked old rogue with a twinkle in his eye and the song of laughter ready in his throat, hustles forward to offer service to Monty Pompous.

Barkeeper: Will you be having the usual today, Monty?

M. Pompous: Aye, my good man. At my usual table, if you will.

Monty Pompous walks down to a large, well-maintained table with his nameplate on it, with admiring glances following him from most of the patrons in the tavern. He sits down, and is quickly approached by a thin, stooped older man with thinning white hair, who turns his gaze aside humbly and removes his cap, wringing it in his hands as he draws nearer to Monty Pompous.

M. Pompous: Ah, Old Man Flannagan! How fare you upon this fine afternoon?

O. Flannagan: As well as ever, Monty... but I come to you for a favor. A side of the barn on my farm has fallen, and the missus and I aren't as able as we once were... mayhaps you could lend us the services of your strong back and shoulders in its repair?

M. Pompous: You needn't even ask, my noble friend. Without fail, I shall be there to help you as needed!

O. Flannagan: Oh, thank you, Monty! The missus will surely reward your kindness with some of her cornbread that you like so well.

M. Pompous: A more precious and worthy gift I could not request. Fare you well, Old Flannagan!

Old Flannagan walks away, smiling, and a pretty serving wench approaches. Her eyes are the color of emeralds, and her curly red hair shimmers with the light of the nearby fireplace. Her dress is cut low to reveal an abundance of cleavage from her pale, freckled bosom, and she smiles flirtatiously as she sets a large platter of food in front of Monty Pompous, bearing a whole roast chicken, large bowls of soup and salad, a loaf of bread with butter, and a tall tankard of ale.

Wench: Here is your dinner, Monty. I only hope that our humble fare may satisfy your noble palate.

M. Pompous: It is always a joy to dine at your fine tavern, my fair lady.

Monty Pompous reaches into a pouch at his side, then pulls forth a bag and begins producing coins. He counts some into her hands, then continues adding more.

M. Pompous: This is for the meal... and this is for your fine service. And THIS is for the rare priviledge of gazing upon such a lovely creature as yourself.

The serving wench's pale skin flushes deeply as she smiles and takes the coins, seeming ready to swoon at any moment.

Wench: Oh, Monty...

She giggles and skips away giddily, and Monty Pompous begins eating his dinner, displaying excellent manners and not allowing one crumb to fall astray. As he dines on his food, a trio of children run up to the table, and one of them speaks.

Child: Monty! I've heard tell that you'll be going to VCW!

M. Pompous: Aye. I shall be performing in VCW ere long. I dread the sight of the barbaric, bloodthirsty audiences and graceless competitors... and yet, I cannot resist the lure of the adventure. Surely I will bring to VCW a more civilized and respectable air, in addition to my considerable talents in the grappling arts.

Child: We know you'll do great, Monty! You're the best!

M. Pompous: Fear not, children... when all has been said and done, Monty Pompous will reign atop VCW as the VCW World Champion, after leading it to a new height of culture and competition. And I will surely return when I can, to regale you with the tales of my heroics and exploits. The dunderheads, blackguards, and pultroons I will encounter in VCW have no doubt never reckoned with the likes of Monty Pompous, and I assure you, and them as well, that they shall receive a sound drubbing upon my arrival!

Child: Oh, boy! I can hardly wait, Monty!

Monty Pompous laughs jovially as the children run along.

M. Pompous: Indeed, I can hardly wait myself. In a matter of weeks, I shall arrive in VCW, and set a shining example of a true gentleman for the foul miscreants who are its other competitors, and the drooling rubes who are its fans. Prepare yourselves, VCW, to be introduced to true athleticism and grace. Prepare yourselves to be introduced to Monty Pompous.

Monty Pompous stands up and takes an elaborate bow to the camera as the patrons of the tavern cheer him on, and the camera fades out on the tavern scene.

Boy, he's really getting into this, isn't he? We're back, and preparing to watch as Falcon takes on Dave Adams in our next match. "Shame" by Rollins Band begins playing, and the crowd cheers as Falcon comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Lady Erica Whitmore. He has a Steel Cage Match with Lance Errington coming up at Blood and Thunder, one that may be a turning point in the careers of both men. They've been rivals since the dawn of time in VCW, and now they'll be locking up inside of a steel cage. Falcon enters the ring, and grabs a microphone.

Falcon: All right, first things first... we'd like to thank the Grave Digger for coming out and saving Erica's ass last week. It’s a pretty rare thing around here to find someone who’ll stick his neck out for you, and I just want to tell the Grave Digger that I appreciate him watching our back.

The crowd gives a mild cheer for the mention of the Grave Digger's name.

Falcon: But now I've got a Steel Cage Match, at Blood and Thunder, against Lance Errington. He was talking last week about crippling me in this Steel Cage Match... but he won't be the first one to find out that it's just not that easy. David Wright Hubbard found out when he got me inside of a cage at Wrestlewar II and beat the hell out of me. Chris Champlain found out when he tried to snap my spine in half at Deck the Halls. Troy Black found out when I dragged myself into the ring and gave him thirty minutes of hell with a broken back at the Big Fight. I just don't go down that easy.

Wow... that's a pretty strong sentiment expressed by Falcon. But now "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and that brings out "Doctor" Dave Adams, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He'll be Falcon's opponent tonight. He walks to the ring, with his usual cocky smirk, and climbs inside, then grabs a microphone and turns to face Falcon. This could be a bad idea... Falcon probably won't respond well to any taunts by Dave Adams tonight...

D. Adams: I understand your problem, and I'm here to offer my own services as needed. I know that Lance Errington has assaulted lovely Erica here in the past few weeks... and as a medical professional, I'd be happy to give her a VERY thorough checkup.

Falcon and Lady Erica Whitmore both give Dave Adams a disgusted glare, and Falcon raises the microphone to object, but Dave Adams holds up a finger, indicating that he has more to say.

D. Adams: And that's not all. Before I tend to Erica... I'm gonna kick YOUR miserable ass right now.

Dave Adams lunges forward as he speaks, sucker-punching Falcon, then starts assaulting him brutally in the middle of the ring! Linda Peterson climbs into the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins this match!

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

"Doctor" Dave Adams makes the most of his sneak attack at the beginning of the match, assaulting Falcon and doing everything in his power to keep him down. Worse, knowing Falcon's recent history of head trauma, he unleashes a large number of strikes to his head, trying to batter him into unconsciousness. Falcon fights back, hitting a few nice moves, but he's clearly groggy from the abuse, and before he can make a full comeback, Dave Adams is able to regain the advantage. After weathering more punishment, Falcon again tries to make a comeback, getting in some more good offense, and this time very nearly takes control until Nurse Vivacia trips him on the outside. Lady Erica Whitmore comes up from behind Nurse Vivacia, whirls her around, and knocks her to the floor with a right hand, but back in the ring, Dave Adams hooks Falcon for the Doctor's Orders... but Falcon blocks and elbows out of it! He stuns Dave Adams with a knee to the ribs, then runs to the ropes and leaps off... FALCONSAULT!! Dave Adams goes down underneath him, and Falcon grabs and cradles both of his squirming, kicking legs, holding the pin for the three count!

Falcon just got the victory here, and he rolls out of the ring, holding his head groggily. He won this match handily, but even so it seems that he's not quite at top form... if he's wise, he may take next week off to heal before Blood and Thunder. He begins heading backstage with Lady Erica Whitmore, leaving Dave Adams to throw a frustrated tantrum in the ring. As they leave, we're going to go backstage to the dressing room of the newly-crowned SJW World Tag Team Champions, as they prepare to defend their titles against Melissa DelArmeggio and Christina Ellis.

Virginia and Komachi are in a backstage dressing room, with the SJW World Tag Team Titles around their waists, and their travel bags in the room with them. Virginia is looking into her title belt with a smile.

Virginia: Look at this... we're the tag team champions of an internationally respected wrestling organization. Is this the greatest moment of our careers, or what?

Komachi looks up at Virginia, her face blank.

Komachi: It is a great honor. But before I came to VCW, I once held the SJW World Title. In all honesty, that was probably the greatest moment in my career.

Virginia: Oh, right. Yeah... I see what you mean. But I never won a world title before... and now I'm one-half of the SJW World Tag Team Champions! This is so cool!

As Virginia turns back to her title belt with a smile, Rebecca Black and Amy Lin walk in. Rebecca smiles and gestures to Virginia travel bag as she enters.

R. Black: Got any promotional copies of your magazine for us in there?

Virginia: Huh? Oh, yeah... sure. Plenty.

R. Black: Cool. I knew you'd hook me up.

Rebecca Black reaches into Virginia's travel bag and pulls out an issue of Overnight Sexation, then begins thumbing through the pages, standing next to Amy Lin, who looks at it over her shoulder and smiles.

A. Lin: Nice... very nice. You look good. You suppose they have any other openings for photo shoots?

R. Black: Heh... you said openings.

Amy Lin grimaces at Rebecca, then grabs the magazine away and swats Rebecca Black across the back of the head with it, earning an angry grunt, then an affronted glare from Rebecca as she folds her arms across her chest and pouts. She sets the magazine down, and Komachi picks it up, looks at it quizzically, then begins thumbing through the pages.

Virginia: I don't know... I went through Vickie Romano on the whole operation, and obviously she's not working with us anymore. I guess you could get your agent to call them...

A. Lin: Nah. I think I changed my mind. I don't feel inclined to share what I've got with the public, and with the contract I'm on, I really don't need the money.

R. Black: Life is good, huh? We got rid of that fat fuck Tony, and you guys are the Supreme Hentai Pro Triple Power Champions, or whatever... I'd call it a good week. Congratulations on those titles, by the way.

Virginia: Thanks. I'm really excited about having some an actual real wrestling title.

Virginia turns to exchange a glance with Komachi, but Komachi just looks up from the magazine with a small, amused smile, raising an eyebrow.

Virginia: What? Don't give me that look...

Komachi's smile grows a little bit as she looks to the magazine, then back to Virginia again.

Virginia: What are YOU smiling about, anyway?

Komachi: There's pictures of you having naked sex in here.

Virginia: Oh, for God's sake already...

The locker room door opens again, and Stormy Weathers sticks his head in.

S. Weathers: Hey, Virginia! You're up next, woman. Get your partner, and get on your way to the ring!

Virginia looks to Amy Lin and Rebecca Black as she stands up.

Virginia: We gotta go.

Virginia thrusts the travel bag full of magazines at Stormy Weathers as she starts to walk out, and he takes it.

Virginia: Here, Stormy. Carry these for me.

S. Weathers: Damn, if this thing ain't heavier than a ton of bricks! Why do we gotta bring your magazines to the ring anyway!?

Virginia: I'll tell you on the way. Let's go.

Virginia walks out of the room, and Komachi takes one more amused glance at the magazine that was left behind, then follows her. Rebecca Black grabs the magazine after she departs.

R. Black: I'm gonna go show this to Lorenzo real quick. He'll get a kick out of it.

Rebecca Black walks out of the room, and Amy Lin prepares to leave as well, when Jacob Idol bursts into the room, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity. He frowns at Amy Lin as he enters.

J. Idol: There you are. I was looking all over the arena for you!

Amy Lin gives him a puzzled look, stepping back.

A. Lin: What? Why were you looking for me, exactly?

J. Idol: You mean you haven't heard? You're booked with me tonight in the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble against Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda.

Amy Lin's stare turns to one of disbelief, tinged with anger.

A. Lin: What the fuck did you say I'm booked in?

J. Idol: The Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble.

A. Lin: What the hell's that supposed to be? Are they trying to say I'm gaining weight or something?

J. Idol: How should I know? I'm not the booker. Anyway, we have to come up with some kind of plan.

A. Lin: Aw, damn it... how did I get booked in this, and why didn't anybody tell me? Here I am, stuck in some stupid match against Yuri Sonoda and that obnoxious dipshit Johnny Smiles, with some geeky shmuck for a partner... uh, no offense, I mean.

J. Idol: Right. No offense. I know the feeling. I'm not thrilled about teaming up with a silicon-stuffed, marginally-talented bimbo, myself... again, no offense.

A. Lin: Excuse me!?

J. Idol: The point is this. The only thing worse than having to be in this Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble would be to actually LOSE tonight. Can you imagine the shame of going back to the rest of the Black Plague and saying you got beat in the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble?

A. Lin: Damn. Yeah, you have a point. Okay, we'll make a plan. Let's go for a stroll and have a little chat.

Amy Lin and Jacob Idol walk out of the room together, followed by Jasmina Chastity, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We'll see the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble before too long... but right now, "Sad But True" by Metallica begins playing, and that heralds the arrival of Melissa DelArmeggio and Christina Ellis as they come out of the backstage entrance, preparing to challenge Virginia and Komachi for the SJW World Tag Team Titles. The crowd cheers as they come to the ring and climb inside, looking eager for the coming match. They pose on opposite turnbuckles to more cheers from the crowd, then step down and begin preparing for a fight... and we know they're going to get a tough one from their opponents tonight.

Now "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie begins playing, and the crowd boos as Virginia and Komachi, the SJW World Tag Team Champions, come out of the backstage entrance. Behind them, Stormy Weathers walks out, with Virginia's travel bag slung over his shoulder. They come to the ring, with Virginia's excitement and eagerness a sharp contrast to the stoic, determined glare on Komachi's face as she comes to the ring. They climb inside and pose, and the crowd boos again, as Stormy Weathers gestures to the two women with a broad smile on his face. Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match will begin now!

Komachi & Virginia (c)
w/Stormy Weathers

Christina Ellis starts off in the ring with Virginia, and Virginia immediately demands a test of strength, which Christina Ellis smartly refuses. Virginia comes at her eagerly, but Christina Ellis manages to stay just out of the reach of her powerful offense and take her down repeatedly, wearing her down on the mat. Eventually, Virginia powers away and tags in Komachi, who takes her turn squaring off with Christina Ellis. Neither of them takes a definitive advantage as they battle, and eventually Christina Ellis tags in Melissa DelArmeggio, who begins exchanging a series of strikes and kicks with Komachi. Being several inches taller than Komachi, Melissa has a reach advantage, and she starts to take a firm upper hand in the match, until Stormy Weathers jumps up on the apron and grabs her by the shirt. Melissa DelArmeggio whirls and knocks him down with a punch, but that distraction allows Komachi to greet her with a stiff kick square in the face.

Komachi and Virginia take control of the match, and take turns assaulting Melissa, devestating her with power moves and brutally stiff kicks and strikes from Komachi. After a few minutes of this abuse, Virginia gets a near fall from a spinebuster, then tags in Komachi, who pulls Melissa up for the Running Power Bomb... but Melissa squirms free and slips out behind her! Komachi whirls around, leading with a uraken, but Melissa ducks, kicks her in the midsection to double her over, then pivots and nails her with a back brain kick!! Komachi collapses, but Melissa falls down as well! Both women crawl to their corners... Komachi tags Virginia, but Melissa DelArmeggio tags in Christina Ellis!

Christina Ellis comes in and staggers Virginia with a pair of dropkicks, then knocks her down with a third. Komachi comes in to help, but Christina Ellis catches her foot on an attempted kick and brings her down with a dragon screw leg whip! Melissa comes in to cut off Komachi, and Christina Ellis hits Virginia with a swinging neckbreaker, a bulldog, and then a flying cross bodypress for a near fall. With Virginia dazed, Christina Ellis puts her in a full nelson and screams violently... DRAGON SUPLEX!! Christina Ellis just suplexed two hundred and forty pounds of Virginia, and she holds the bridge... but Stormy Weathers reaches into the ring and pulls her ankle, breaking the bridge at two and a half! Christina Ellis turns to Stormy Weathers, accusing him of cheating, and Brendan Powers turns to question him... but Virginia crawls to her travel bag and reaches inside, grabbing a rolled-up copy of Overnight Sexation magazine! Christina Ellis turns around, and Virginia nails her with the rolled-up magazine!! Christina Ellis goes down in a motionless heap, and Brendan Powers didn't see that! Virginia tosses the magazine aside! Komachi and Melissa are both embroiled in a brawl on the outside, and neither one can stop Virginia from pinning Christina Ellis for the three-count! But why was she knocked out by a blow from a rolled-up magazine!

Virginia rolls out of the ring, and Komachi breaks off her brawl with Melissa on the outside to join Virginia as she grabs the title belts and begins making her way backstage, gloating with the titles raised high. Stormy Weathers follows after them with the bag full of magazines, whooping with excitement, as the crowd boos loudly. Something's up here... Christina Ellis was just whacked in the face with a rolled-up magazine, and she appears to be knocked out cold! Melissa checks on her in the ring, then grabs the discarded magazine on the outside. It's bound with some sort of tape... and when Melissa unrolls it, there's a steel railroad spike inside! Christina Ellis got knocked out by a loaded magazine!

Melissa DelArmeggio whacks the railroad spike against one of the ringposts in frustration, then enters the ring to check on Christina Ellis again. As she helps her to her feet, let's go backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with all three members of Hell's Bikers, who will take on Stiff Competition and the Grave Digger in the main event tonight! Take it away, Ziggy!

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with the three members of Hell's Bikers. Jack Norman and Butch Manson are wearing their VCW World Tag Team Titles, while Crimson stands imposingly behind them, clutching a shovel in his hands.

Z. Adderloaf: I'm here now with Hell's Bikers. At Blood and Thunder, Jack Norman and Butch Manson will defend the VCW World Tag Team Titles against Stiff Competition, and Crimson will challenge the Grave Digger for the VCW World Title... but tonight, they'll be facing their opponents in six-man tag team action. What are you guys thinking as you go into this match?

Crimson: I'm thinking the Grave Digger's one dead son of a bitch. I might finish him off right here, tonight, or I might finish him off at Blood and Thunder. It don't make a damn bit of difference anyway. One way or the other, I'm gonna kill that motherfucker, and I'm gonna be the next VCW World Champion when I finally get my belt back.

J. Norman: Y'know somethin'... people used to be real quick to write us off. They think that just because we don't do no space tiger planchas or shit like that, it means they can overlook us. But just look at us now. We're the VCW World Tag Team Champions, and after Crimson wins the big belt at Blood and Thunder, all three of us are gonna be world champions here in VCW. We'll be World Tag Team Champions, and VCW World Champion. Because we know the big man's gonna beat the Grave Digger... and we DAMN sure know we ain't losing these belts to Stiff Competition.

Z. Adderloaf: So, would you say that tonight, you're going to try to take down the competition a little bit?

B. Manson: I'd say that tonight, we're gonna do whatever the hell we want, just like we'll do at Blood and Thunder. Because there ain't a son of a bitch, or three sons of bitches, who can stop us. Stiff Competition and the Grave Digger just ain't gonna cut it.

Z. Adderloaf: One thing a lot of people have been wondering, Crimson... when you face the Grave Digger, it'll be the first time you've faced a high-caliber opponent who's larger than you are in all respects. What's your strategy in a situation like that?

Crimson glares down at Ziggy Adderloaf, causing him to shrink away.

Crimson: What's my strategy? I'll tell you my strategy, boy... I'm gonna put up my fists and beat the ever-loving shit out of that motherfucker, then grab him by the throat and stick him flat on his back. You can look at him and say how mean and big and bad he is, but VCW's my turf, and he's carrying around my belt, and his ass is as good as dead. He's undefeated right now... well, I don't give a shit. I went undefeated for even longer. He's seven feet tall, he's the VCW World Champion... but none of that matters. What matters is that he's the next stop on the Homicide Road Tour, and that means he's a dead man. And there ain't nothing gonna change that.

Z. Adderloaf: Well, thanks for your time, guys...

Crimson: All right then. You got any more questions?

Z. Adderloaf: Not really...

Crimson: Then get the fuck out before I beat your ass.

Ziggy Adderloaf quickly opens the door and darts out, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back... and we'll be seeing that match before long. But right now, we've got another big, big match coming up... "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing, and the crowd boos as Lance Errington comes out of the backstage entrance. He walks to the ring listlessly, grabbing a microphone on his way in, then stares around at the crowd with disgust. What could he have to say?

L. Errington: At Blood and Thunder, you should know by now that I have a Steel Cage Match with Falcon. He said he's going to take me out of his life by any means necessary... and maybe he's not quite as stupid as he looks. Come on, Falcon... let's see you get rid of me permanently. Let's see you do it. Put me out of my misery. If you don't put me out of my misery... there'll be no end to yours.

Lance Errington down the aisle in silence for a second, then raises the microphone again.

L. Errington: But first, I have a match against Troy Black. Neither one of us has any friends in the front office, and maybe they figure they'll solve something by putting us out here and making us fight. Maybe someone will get hurt, and that'll be one less troublemaker for them to deal with. Well, you'll get your fight... I don't give a damn about Troy Black. And maybe somebody WILL end up hurt... but that won't stop me from making it to Blood and Thunder. I'll get Falcon inside the cage and destroy him if it means I have to go down in blazes with him. And nothing... not even Troy Black... can stop that.

He's still off the deep end... but now the lights are replaced by dim, silver-blue lights, and "Favorite Things" by Incubus begins playing over the arena sound system as Troy Black steps out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Rebecca Black! He comes to the ring, staring expressionlessly at Lance Errington. We know he didn't want this match, but at the same time he's not backing down. These two have been two of the top stars of VCW since it's birth, and as Troy Black steps into the ring, they're preparing to go at it, one-on-one, right now! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the Bell, and this match is beginning now!

Troy Black
w/Rebecca Black

They face off in the middle of the ring, and Troy Black outwrestles Lance Errington to start, taking him to the mat and keeping him there to neutralize his advantage in size and power. But Lance Errington is also a skilled technical wrestler, and as he gains control Troy Black seems to become a little bit complacent. When Troy Black goes for a bulldog, Lance Errington uses leverage from the ropes to hold his ground, then grabs Troy Black and brings him down with a belly-to-back suplex, turning the tide of the match in a hurry. Lance Errington follows up with a series of aggressive, trying to use his thirty or forty pounds of extra muscle to hurt Troy Black. He immediately zooms in on Troy Black's neck, with its documented history of injuries, and that's a smart move, considering that the belly-to-back suplex had to start the damage.

Lance Errington continues to work Troy Black's neck over, then dumps him to the outside of the ring, brawling with him on the outside so viciously that Rebecca Black is reluctant to get near him and try to interfere. But Troy Black reverses a whip to the guardrail on the outside, then drops Lance Errington with a throat jab as he staggers out. Troy Black rolls Lance Errington back into the ring and follows him in with a springboard clothesline, then takes control of the match. But he's still feeling the effects of Lance Errington's flurry of aggression, and Lance Errington keeps fighting back, coming back on a few occasions to inflict more punishment.

In spite of Lance Errington's retaliation, Troy Black stays on top of the match, careful at first not to let his guard down after suffering from that mistake earlier on. But as the match wears on, he once again seems to fall into his usual rhythm of dominating a match, and when he pulls Lance Errington in for a double arm DDT too soon, Lance Errington backdrops out of it! Troy Black gets up and charges in, but runs right into a spinebuster, and Lance Errington holds his legs, then steps through for the Scorpion Deathlock... but Troy Black grabs his foot and rolls him over, then grabs his other leg and goes for a Scorpion Deathlock of his own, but Lance Errington kicks him away, sending him back-first into the turnbuckles! Troy Black staggers out, and Lance Errington kicks him in the midsection, then gives him a double-arm DDT of his own! Lance Errington goes up to the top turnbuckle, perhaps intending to hit Troy Black with his own move... but Troy Black sits up!! He quickly darts up to the top turnbuckle and hooks Lance Errington for a superplex, but Lance Errington blocks it, then slugs him in the ribs and REVERSES THE SUPERPLEX ATTEMPT!! He just suplexed Troy Black from the top turnbuckle to the floor!

Rebecca Black screams in terror as Troy Black crashes hard to the floor, and both men lie motionless on the floor as Jerry Rogers makes the count. Finally, Lance Errington is up first, and he drags Troy Black to the top of the announcer's table, then pulls him up into a standing headscissors... oh, no... POWER BOMB ON THE ANNOUNCERS' TABLE!! But Troy Black doesn't go through! The table shakes with the impact, but it doesn't collapse under these two men! Lance Errington looks down, then grabs Troy Black's legs and turns him over... SCORPION DEATHLOCK!! He has Troy Black trapped in the Scorpion Deathlock on the table, and it sure seems like Troy Black's not getting out of it anytime soon unless Lance Errington lets go... but maybe Lance Errington should let go, because Jerry Rogers's count is getting higher! Rebecca Black seems reluctant to approach Lance Errington and break the hold, considering his current fit of rage, and Lance Errington doesn't seem to be ready to break the hold anytime soon either! Finally, Jerry Rogers finishes his count and calls for the bell, and that'll end this match!!

This match is over, and the crowd's booing loudly for the double countout finish, but Lance Errington's still holding the Scorpion Deathlock on the table!! That might not be a good idea... and here comes the reason why not, as Brujah and Lorenzo Vasquez come running out of the backstage entrance, wielding chairs! Lance Errington sees them and quickly leaps down from the table and hops the guardrail, escaping through the crowd though some fans mess with him, sloshing beer on him and throwing trash at him. Nevertheless, to escape a match with Troy Black without a decisive loss, and leave Troy Black laid out on a table while you walk away unscathed, is no small feat. Lance Errington fared better than some people would have expected tonight.

Up next, we've got the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble... but now, we're going to go to the locker room with Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda, right before they prepare to head out for this match!

Johnny Smiles, Yuri Sonoda, and Lars Coverdale are standing backstage together. Johnny and Yuri are both dressed to wrestle, and Johnny turns to Yuri with a smile.

J. Smiles: It's time. Are you ready for the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble?

Yuri Sonoda returns the smile, a little nervously.

Y. Sonoda: I might be, if I knew what the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble IS. But I don't.

J. Smiles: Don't worry. I heard that they'll have someone there to tell us right before we go through the curtain. I don't know what it is either, but what the heck, it sounds like fun anyway. Whatever it is, I KNOW we can handle Jacob Idol and Amy Lin. And knowing his half the battle. So there's no need to be nervous. Heck, I'll give you the same advice that one of my speech instructors in high school gave me... if you get nervous, just pretend that you're standing out there in your underwear.

Y. Sonoda: How's that supposed to make me less nervous?

L. Coverdale: Uh, yeah. Johnny... isn't it something about picturing the rest of the people in their underwear?

J. Smiles: Maybe. I think I forgot. Or maybe you're supposed to picture them wearing YOUR underwear... I don't know. But there's no time to call and ask him now. Just pretend that at least SOMEBODY is out there in just their underwear, and I'm sure you'll do fine.

L. Coverdale: Hey, if it helps, I'll pretend that you're in your underwear.

Y. Sonoda: Um, I... I don't think that'll help.

L. Coverdale: Okay. I'll do it anyway... just in case.

J. Smiles: You're a good man, Lars. I'm sure your efforts here will be the deciding factor in this match.

L. Coverdale: My pleasure.

Y. Sonoda: Ehh... yeah.

J. Smiles: See, you're not worried about the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble at all now, right?

Y. Sonoda: I am, a little, now that you brought it up again...

J. Smiles: Oops. Sorry. Well, I'm sure we'll do fine. Keep up the good work, Lars... we're off to make history.

Johnny Smiles turns and walks out of the room with Yuri Sonoda, as Lars watches them leave, then goes to sit down in front of a monitor.

L. Coverdale: This match is gonna be totally righteous.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, prompting Lars Coverdale to stand up again.

L. Coverdale: You guys forget something?

Lars Coverdale opens the door, but finds Michelle Hubbard standing before him instead of Johnny Smiles or Yuri Sonoda.

M. Hubbard: Hi, Lars! It's good to see you. Sorry about that whole thing about my husband taking out your partner and trying to beat you half to death. I don't know what's got into him.

L. Coverdale: Uh... yeah. I don't either. So what's up?

M. Hubbard: To tell the truth, I'm actually kind of a big fan of yours. Can I come inside and get an autograph?

L. Coverdale: Whoa, cool! I have fans! This is totally awesome!!

M. Hubbard: Yeah. Now can I have an autograph?

L. Coverdale: Sure... come right on in.

Michelle Hubbard walks in, and Lars Coverdale grabs a pen from his bag.

M. Hubbard: Um... I don't really have a notebook.

L. Coverdale: It's okay. I have publicity photos, and stuff.

M. Hubbard: No, actually... I had something else in mind.

Michelle Hubbard pulls off her shirt and tosses it aside, then pushes her right breast up nearly out of her bra.

M. Hubbard: Just write it right... there.

Michelle Hubbard indicates the top of her breast, as Lars Coverdale stares with wide eyes.

L. Coverdale: Whoa, this is totally excellent! You've got it, babe!

Lars Coverdale puts the pen to her breast and begins writing, failing to notice as David Wright Hubbard storms into the room and casually clobbers him in the back of the head with a lariat. Michelle Hubbard yelps loudly and jumps back, clutching her chest.

M. Hubbard: Ow! You made him jab the pen right into my boob, you big oaf!

D.W. Hubbard: Aw, shut up, dear. Can't you see I ain't done whipping his ass yet!?

Michelle Hubbard snorts and rolls her eyes, then adjusts her bra and begins pulling her shirt back on, as David Wright Hubbard crouches down on top of Lars Coverdale's prone form, raining down right hands on him as he yells at him.

D.W. Hubbard: You like that, boy!? How do you like getting your ass whipped again!? You must want to have your ass whipped. You go and ask for a match, me and you, at Blood and Thunder... I ain't gonna wait that long. How about this, boy!?

M. Hubbard: Quit hollering at him, already! He's unconscious, for God's sake... you know he can't hear you!

David Wright Hubbard stops punching Lars Coverdale and looks up at Michelle.

D.W. Hubbard: Woman, what the hell's your problem!? Can't I even whip a man's ass without you nagging at me about how I'm doing it?

M. Hubbard: Evidently not, because you ain't doing it right to begin with. You call those punches? Come on, put a little stiffness in it already!

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, you sit there talking like you could do any better. You know, folks made up the phrase "hits like a girl" for a reason, woman.

M. Hubbard: Yeah, and you DO hit like a girl. Outta the way, junior... I'll show you how it's done.

Michelle Hubbard shoves David Wright Hubbard aside, then stands over Lars Coverdale and begins punching him.

M. Hubbard: See, if you'd pay attention to what you're doing instead of hollering at him like a big bag of wind, maybe you'd do it right already!

D.W. Hubbard: Horseshit. Look at you... you're not getting any impact on that! It's all about the power, and my arms are bigger than your legs... or at least they would be, if you didn't sit around the house on your ass all day, getting all flabby like that.

Michelle Hubbard gets up from Lars Coverdale, glaring at her husband.

M. Hubbard: Excuse me!? What about you, sitting out two weeks every time a fly lands on your damn knee? And why'd we have to get him to autograph my boobs anyway? Why couldn't we use a plan that's a little less stupid for a change?

D.W. Hubbard: Look, this is the only way it would've worked, okay? Look, I'm the man with the plan, and I got it done. Besides, look at you now... you're leaving him just laying there. We were supposed to whip his ass!

M. Hubbard: Go ahead, if you know so much about whipping ass. Can't even throw a damn punch right...

D.W. Hubbard: You don't think I can whip this little punk's ass right? Watch this, woman.

David Wright Hubbard pulls Lars Coverdale up, then pulls him right into a hard short lariat that knocks him down. He then proceeds to stomp at him a few times, before pulling him up and taking him head-first into a locker. Lars Coverdale is busted open, and David Wright Hubbard grabs his head and opens the locker, then slams the locker door on his head repeatedly. Finally, he drops Lars Coverdale, and keeps stomping down on him a few times.

D.W. Hubbard: That's what you get, you son of a bitch! You just got your ass whipped again. How do you like me now!?

M. Hubbard: Oh, brother. Anyone ever tell you that you sound like Toby Keith when you say that, darling? And I don't mean that in a good way...

D.W. Hubbard: The hell I do! And I thought I told you to quit yammering at me while I'm trying to whip someone's ass! If I want to holler at him while I beat the hell out of him, it's my own damn business, ain't it!?

M. Hubbard: Yeah, sure... if you want to sound like a dumbass while you're giving someone a beating, I guess it IS your business. I'll just tell everybody that I'm married to a dumbass, then...

D.W. Hubbard: Hey, I ain't no dumbass. My plan WORKED, okay!? ... Let's just get outta here. We got this done already.

David Wright Hubbard turns and storms out of the room, and Michelle Hubbard follows him, as the camera fades out on the fallen body of Lars Coverdale.

We're back, after seeing Lars Coverdale set up and brutally ambushed by David Wright Hubbard and his wife Michelle... but now it's time for the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble. There are two large, five-foot stuffed plush cats hanging from the rafters now... a black cat for the team of Amy Lin and Jacob Idol, and a pink cat for the team of Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda. In addition, there are two beds at the top of the entrance ramp... a black one for Amy Lin and Jacob Idol, and a pink one for Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda. To win, one of the teams must climb an extra-sized ladder and take their cat down from the ceiling, then carry it up the ramp to their bed and place their cat on their bed. That is the only way this match can end.

"Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing first, and here comes the team of Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda! They're walking out, smiling... evidently their oblivious of the fate of Lars Coverdale backstage. They're coming to the ring, with the crowd cheering loudly... but Amy Lin and Jacob Idol come rushing out behind them, carrying steel chairs, followed by Jasmina Chastity! The crowd boos, but Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda don't turn around in time, and Jacob Idol and Amy Lin whack them from behind with the chairs! Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda go down in the aisle, and Jacob Idol and Amy Lin grab a huge ladder, then climb into the ring and begin setting it up as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell!

Amy Lin & Jacob Idol
w/Jasmina Chastity

The ladder is set up in the ring, and Jacob Idol motions for Amy Lin to start climbing it, as he stands guard at the bottom. Amy Lin refuses, then motions for Jacob Idol to go climb it instead, so he does, as Amy Lin watches the bottom of the ladder. Yuri Sonoda and Johnny Smiles are beginning to stir on the outside as Jacob Idol climbs to the top of the ladder, then begins fiddling with the harness... and he takes down the black cat!! Amy Lin and Jacob Idol already have their cat free, and now all they need to do is place in on their bed! Amy Lin motions for Jacob Idol to toss the cat down to her, so he does... and Amy Lin goes down under the weight and bulk of the stuffed cat! It's a big cat, around five feet tall and quite bulky, as well, and Jacob Idol just tossed it down on Amy Lin from fifteen feet in the air!

Amy Lin squirms out from under the large cat and yells indignantly at Jacob Idol, then rolls it out of the ring and climbs out after it as Jacob Idol dismounts from the ladder. Amy Lin hoists the cat up on her shoulders in a fireman's carry, then begins jogging up the ramp with it towards her bed... but Yuri Sonoda is up, and she takes Amy Lin down with a drop toehold on the ramp! Amy Lin wipes out on the steel ramp, under the cat, and Yuri Sonoda grabs her right leg, then applies an achilles tendon hold! Jacob Idol comes down, charging down the ramp, but Johnny Smiles is up now as well, and he grabs the big black cat and chucks it at Jacob Idol! He catches it and staggers back, and Johnny Smiles runs forward and superkicks the cat, causing Jacob Idol to fall back under it! Johnny Smiles grabs the black cat away from Jacob Idol and stuffs it under the ring, then climbs inside and begins heading for his own ladder!

On the outside, Amy Lin is trapped in an achilles tendon hold, grimacing in pain, but Jasmina Chastity comes from behind Yuri Sonoda and pulls her hair to get her up off of Amy Lin! Yuri Sonoda turns around and doubles Jasmina Chastity over with a swift kick to the midsection, then hooks her... DDT on the ramp! But now Amy Lin's getting up, as Yuri Sonoda turns around... and Amy floors her with a kick to the face! Inside the ring, Johnny Smiles has set the ladder up near the pink cat, and started climbing... but Jacob Idol climbs into the ring and begins climbing up after him! He tries to hook Johnny from behind for an Idolizer off of the ladder, but Johnny nails him with a back elbow, and he falls down from halfway atop the super ladder, throat-first across the top rope! But now Amy Lin's in the ring, and she pushes the ladder over, causing Johnny Smiles to tumble and fall stomach-first onto the top rope as well!

Amy Lin looks around for the black cat, but she can't see it anywhere. In a fit of frustration, she grabs Johnny Smiles by the right leg and hauls him forward, then drops an elbow into his leg and puts on a kneebar. Bobcat McGavin is trying to tell her that this match can't be won by submission, but it seems more like she's just trying to lessen Johnny's ability to climb the ladder. But now Yuri Sonoda's on the apron, and she climbs to the top rope... Amy Lin looks up, but not in time to avoid a flying legdrop from Yuri Sonoda that breaks the kneebar! Jacob Idol's getting up now... but Yuri Sonoda kicks him in the midsection, then takes him down with a reverse neckbreaker! Yuri Sonoda's the last one standing at the moment, and she sets up the ladder again, then starts climbing towards the pink cat!

Yuri Sonoda makes it about halfway up, and then Jacob Idol gets to his feet again. He climbs up behind her and clobbers her from behind, then brings her down with a belly-to-back suplex off of the middle of the ladder! Yuri Sonoda folds up into a heap, and Jacob Idol looks around for the black cat, but he can't seem to find it! He goes to the outside of the ring, and begins looking under it... but he's looking under it on the wrong side! Instead of the cat, he pulls out a folded table... and he slides that into the ring instead, then sets it up! Johnny Smiles and Amy Lin are both getting up... and Jacob Idol nails Johnny with a few forearm shots, then tells Amy to hook him in a front chancery. They hook Johnny Smiles for a double vertical suplex, trying to put him through the table, but he blocks it, shifts position, and brings them down with a double DDT!!

Johnny Smiles begins climbing up the ladder, heading for the pink cat... but as he makes his way up, Jacob Idol gets up, then grabs his ankle and pulls him back down! Johnny Smiles fights off Jacob Idol, then nails him with a superkick that sends him falling out of the ring, but Amy Lin has gotten another ladder from the other side of the ring, and she sets it up beside Johnny's! He's climbing again, but Amy Lin's climbing up with him... and when Johnny makes it to the top, Amy Lin's waiting with him, up at the top! Johnny looks over at her... and Amy leaps from her ladder with a flying cross bodypress to Johnny, knocking him off of his ladder to the mat below!! The crowd chants "HOLY SHIT!" as they crash to the mat... that was a drop of about twelve feet or so, and they're both laid out on the mat now! Both of the ladders were knocked over as well!

Yuri Sonoda's back up now, and she sets one of the ladders up, then starts climbing for the pink cat... but Jacob Idol's up too, and he climbs up after her, clobbering her from behind! He turns around on the ladder towards the table, sticks his head between her legs, then lifts... POWER BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!! Jacob Idol just took Yuri Sonoda down! They both end up laid out on the mat after that, and all four competitors are down in the ring!

Jacob Idol gets up first, and now Amy Lin is starting to get up as well. Jacob Idol pulls Yuri Sonoda up into a fireman's carry, but now Johnny Smiles is starting to stir... but Amy Lin sees it, and she gets up on the top turnbuckle, then jumps off, landing on Yuri Sonoda's back as Jacob Idol holds her in the fireman's carry, then springs off her back at Johnny Smiles, catching him with a flying spinning headscissors into a figure-four sleeper!! The crowd cheers loudly at that despite their hatred of Amy Lin... what an amazing spot that was!

But now Yuri Sonoda's squirming on Jacob Idol's back, having made a suspiciously fast recovery after being power bombed through a table... and she takes him down with a crucifix! They both quickly get up, and Jacob Idol charges, but Yuri Sonoda side-steps and uses his momentum to sling him out over the top rope! Jacob Idol crashes to the floor, and Yuri Sonoda attacks Amy Lin, trying to get her to release the figure-four sleeper on Johnny Smiles... but Amy refuses to let go, so Yuri Sonoda puts a figure-four sleeper of her own, on Amy Lin! She now has Amy Lin caught... but Jacob Idol's rummaging under the ring again, and this time he found the black cat! Yuri Sonoda looks up and sees that, and has no choice but to release her hold on Amy! Jacob Idol drags the cat out from under the ring, but when he looks up into the ring, it's just in time to see Yuri Sonoda run at him, then leap out over the top rope onto him with an running elbow suicida!! Jacob Idol and Yuri Sonoda both go down at ringside!

But now Amy Lin sees that Jacob Idol found the black cat, and she releases her hold on Johnny to go out and get it. Amy Lin grabs the black cat, and starts hauling it up the ramp, to a chorus of boos from the crowd... but Yuri Sonoda's up again somehow, making another fairly miraculous recovery after hitting that plancha, and now she runs after Amy Lin and tackles her to the ramp! Yuri Sonoda grabs Amy Lin, pulls her up, and gives her a hair-assisted snap mare on the ramp... and then she glares down at the black cat and drops an elbow on it!

But back in the ring, Johnny Smiles is up, and he's setting up the ladder again! Jacob Idol comes in after him, looking groggy and worn-out, and he fishes down in his tights and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles! He charges at Johnny Smiles with a swing of the knuckles, but Johnny Smiles ducks, then nails him with a superkick! Jacob Idol goes down, and Johnny Smiles pulls him up across his shoulders... SMILEDRIVER!! Jacob Idol just got planted, and the crowd explodes into cheers! Johnny Smiles climbs up the ladder, nearing the top... and he has the pink cat! Johnny Smiles just retrieved the pink cat from the top of the ladder!

But as Johnny Smiles comes down from the ladder with the pink cat, Amy Lin reverses a vertical suplex attempt by Yuri Sonoda, bringing her down hard on the steel ramp! Amy Lin picks up the black cat again... but inside the ring, Johnny Smiles lifts the pink cat over his head in a Gorilla press, and climbs to one of the top turnbuckles... AND PITCHES IT OUT ONTO AMY LIN!! Amy Lin goes down under both cats, and Johnny Smiles quickly climbs out of the ring to join the fray!

Yuri Sonoda gets up, wincing and favoring her back, then grabs the pink cat off of Amy Lin! She pulls it up and starts heading for the bed, but Amy Lin grabs her by the back of her tights! Yuri Sonoda struggles to get away, and Amy Lin pulls down her tights in the back! The crowd explodes into cheers as Yuri Sonoda’s bare bottom is exposed... but then Johnny Smiles comes from behind Amy Lin, grabbing the back of her leather pants and pulling back! Amy Lin’s pants come down in the back as well, exposing her rear as well, and she squeals in outrage and releases Yuri Sonoda! Amy Lin wriggles free from Johnny’s grasp, then turns and kicks Johnny Smiles in the crotch, doubling him over... but Yuri Sonoda runs up the ramp, clutching the pink cat tightly, with her behind hanging halfway out of her pants the whole time, then spikes the pink cat down on the pink bed for the victory!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Yuri Sonoda blushes, smiling in spite of her embarrassment as she pulls her tights up, then raises the pink cat high in the air in victory. Amy Lin pulls her pants up as well, shouts furiously up the ramp at Yuri Sonoda, then turns angrily to Johnny Smiles. She tries to slap him, but Johnny blocks it, then pivots and nails Amy Lin with a superkick! Jacob Idol’s just beginning to stir in the middle of the ring now... and Johnny Smiles grabs the black cat, then drags it up the ramp to the black bed! He stands atop the black bed, then hauls the black cat up across his shoulders... SMILEDRIVER ON THE BED!! Johnny Smiles just performed a wrestling move on a stuffed animal!!

The black cat appears to be completely comatose from that treatment (as if it wasn’t before)... and Yuri Sonoda and Johnny Smiles will go down as the winners of this match! They head backstage, both holding the pink cat as a trophy of their victory, as Jacob Idol and Amy Lin begin making their way backstage, bickering and threatening each other. They’re clearly not happy about losing the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble.

Wow... what a spectacle that was. Our main event has a tough act to follow... but "Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and we get the picture that these three men may not care so much about putting on a show as they do beating the hell out of their opponents. Crimson strides out of the backstage entrance, flanked by the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Jack Norman and Butch Manson, as the crowd explodes into boos. These three men are some of the roughest, most dangerous characters in our sport. Jack Norman and Butch Manson have been VCW mainstays for nearly three years now, and Crimson is probably the most offensively dominant competitor in VCW history. They are Hell’s Bikers, and they’re coming to the ring with violence on their mind. And Crimson’s carrying that shovel with him, which he no doubt intends to put to use on the Grave Digger’s skull, just as he has in the past three weeks.

But now "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins playing, and that brings out the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, and his tag team partners tonight, Stiff Competition! The crowd cheers as they walk to the ring, all three looking ready for a fight. Hell’s Bikers are three of the baddest, toughest men in this business, but here are three more, and this should be one hell of a fight, just like their respective conflicts at Blood and Thunder. In all honesty, the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble may have stolen a show, but these guys aren’t here to put on a show... they’re here for blood. They climb into the ring, and Linda Peterson calls for the bell to begin the match!

The opening minutes of the match see Jack Norman and Butch Manson squaring off with Stiff Competition. Crimson and the Grave Digger seem to be saving their strength for a battle with one another, and there’s no shortage of hatred between Stiff Competition, Jack Norman, and Butch Manson. They beat the hell out of each other, with no one team gaining the advantage for long, and all four men both giving and receiving a lot of punishment. Finally, after fighting Bass Rogers and sensing that this isn’t getting Hell’s Bikers anywhere, Butch Manson tags in Crimson... but rather than tag in the Grave Digger, Bass Rogers bellows loudly and dares Crimson to bring it on!

The two big men start going at it, and Bass Rogers shows that he’s quite capable of holding his own in a brawl with Crimson... for a while. Bass Rogers is hardly fresh, and Crimson’s brutal offense seems to overwhelm even him eventually, wearing him down and beating him mercilessly. Crimson tags out, and at this point Hell’s Bikers isolate Bass Rogers in their corner, beating the hell out of him and not giving him any respite. He’s known to take Herculean levels of punishment, but Hell’s Bikers seem to have no problem dishing that out, and it becomes clear that Bass Rogers is in trouble. Finally, Crimson demands to be tagged back in, then grips Bass Rogers by the throat, preparing to deliver the Chokeslam... but Bass Rogers summons up a little more strength, fighting his way out of it, then bringing Crimson down with a desperate belly-to-belly suplex! Crimson crashes hard to the mat, and both men are down!

Crimson rolls to his corner and makes the tag to Butch Manson, who comes in eagerly... but that eagerness disappears as Bass Rogers tags in the Grave Digger! Butch Manson stares at the Grave Digger wide-eyed, and gulps visibly, but then comes in swinging with a big right hand... but the Grave Digger blocks it, then floors Butch Manson with a right hand of his own! Jack Norman comes in to help... and the Grave Digger knocks him off his feet with one punch as well! Crimson stares in disbelief... how many people are capable of dropping Jack Norman with just one punch! And now the Grave Digger picks Butch Manson up with a Gorilla press, and tosses him onto Jack Norman as he tries to stand!

Having seen enough, Crimson charges into the ring... but both Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders come in to cut him off! They stagger him into the ropes, assaulting him with stiff blows and two-on-one odds, then run into the ropes on the opposite side and come off with a double clothesline that sends him out over the top rope! Butch Manson gets up... and the Grave Digger hooks him from behind, then gives him the Cradle to Grave! Jack Norman’s up, and he bellows as he makes a desperate charge at the Grave Digger... but he gets caught!! GRAVE YARD SLAM!! Jack Norman’s down too! Butch Manson’s trying to pull himself to his feet, and the Grave Digger grabs him, and lifts him upside down... BURIAL!! He just drove Butch Manson head-first to the mat! He folds his arms across his chest for the pin, and gets the three count!!

The Grave Digger just annihilated Jack Norman and Butch Manson, and the crowd is cheering loudly. Crimson can’t be happy about this match... he never even got his hands on the Grave Digger, and on top of that his team came out on the losing end! He storms into the ring, then begins yelling at Linda Peterson... he’s clearly not happy with the outcome of this match. But as he yells at her, the Grave Digger just grabbed Crimson’s shovel, from the apron! Crimson turns around, disgusted with the match outcome... and the Grave Digger nails him with the shovel!! Crimson goes down, his forehead busted open, and the crowd explodes into a huge round of cheers!!

Jack Norman and Butch Manson are still down, and the Grave Digger points at Crimson, then draws his thumb across his throat! He hoists Crimson up in the air, upside down... BURIAL!! The Grave Digger just gave Crimson a taste of his own medicine, laying him out with the shovel, then burying him in the middle of the ring... and we KNOW Crimson won’t be happy about this at all when he comes too! The Grave Digger has won the match and taken a measure of revenge on Crimson before Blood and Thunder, and this show has already run long... we’re out of time this week!! See you next week, for the final show before Blood and Thunder!!

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