Monday Night Wrestling 07/16/01 (VCW 129)

Welcome once again to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, coming to you live from the Skydome in Toronto! We've got a great show lined up for tonight, six days away from Blood and Thunder! Tonight, Brujah puts the VCW Television Title on the line against Johnny Smiles! In addition, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins goes one-on-one against Bass Rogers... and we're sure there's a lot more to come! Since this is the last show before Blood and Thunder, we're expecting a lot of big things to happen...

But hold on a second!! "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie is playing... it can't be! We saw Tony Garcia beaten within an inch of his life last week! Could he be back already!? HE IS!! Tony Garcia steps out of the backstage entrance to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd, wearing a business suit and a neckbrace. He raises his wooden axe handle high to the crowd... but he looks to be in rough shape. He's wearing a neckbrace, and he's walking very slowly and gingerly. His eyes are a bit glassy, as if glazed over from painkillers and pain that wasn't quite stopped by painkillers. Still, he slowly makes his way to the ring, then climbs inside, and the crowd is STUNNED. We figured he'd be out for a long time... the fact that he's even walking right now is a small miracle! He climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone... what's this?

T. Garcia: Hey, I got something to say. And it's probably gonna be the last time, so listen up good.

The last time? This doesn't sound good. Tony Garcia paces in the ring, then smiles, but it seems a little forced and bitter.

T. Garcia: All right, Troy... you got me. Last week, the Black Plague went and beat the hell out of me. They wanted to get rid of me. I guess that's what you get for twenty-five years of hard work and sacrifice. But I ain't here to bitch and whine about nothing... I got nothing to complain about. Even if it was just one day, I was the VCW World Champion. And that's something that ninety percent of the people in this business will never come close to touching. So I ain't got no regrets, and no complaints about getting held back... I got the title. I lived the dream for one day.

The crowd is murmuring and giving a quiet, mixed reaction... they don't know what to expect from this.

T. Garcia: Now... after I got attacked, the doctors told me some things. They told me I've got some cracked ribs, some neck damage, a concussion, all kinds of bruises, internal injuries... all that stuff. According to the doctors, I probably shouldn't be up here walking around right now. According to the doctors... I'm done as a professional wrestler. It's time to retire.

The crowd goes into a hush as Tony Garcia pauses, looking around the arena full of fans.

T. Garcia: But not yet. I got one more fight left in me. Me and Troy Black have had some pretty big showdowns in the past. Hell, the first-ever Wrestlewar... it don't get no bigger than that. We hooked up in the first Iron Cage Axe Handle Death Match at Wrestlewar... and I took him DOWN. Maybe he forgot about that, or maybe he just thought I wouldn't be back after what he did last week. I got one more match left in me, folks... and that match is Tony Garcia versus Troy Black, one-on-one, at Blood and Thunder in six days!

The crowd explodes into cheers. It's true, Tony Garcia did defeat Troy Black in an Iron Cage Axe Handle Death Match at the first Wrestlewar. But is he wise to challenge Troy Black at Blood and Thunder! By his own admission, Tony Garcia sustained some severe injuries which aren't close to being healed at all. Tony Garcia paces in the ring, then speaks again.

T. Garcia: So why would I do it? Why would I risk getting hurt worse, just to come back one more time before I've had a chance to heal? It's simple. I have to protect the legacy of what used to be my life. The boys in the back... I guarantee you, they're cracking open beers and celebrating right now. They can't wait to see me out of this business. Being the most feared man in the locker room has always been a badge of honor for me, but now it means that if I want to stand up and stop Troy Black from saying that he's the man who took Tony Garcia out of professional wrestling, I have to do it alone. But I AM the most feared man, and the baddest man in the locker room, and in my last match, so help me God--

Hold it, "Walk" by Pantera just started playing! What the hell... it's Crimson!! The crowd boos loudly, and Crimson walks down the aisle, glaring into the ring at Tony Garcia. Tony Garcia stares back, clenching his axe handle tightly, but it's clear that he's not in condition for a fight with the likes of Crimson. This could get ugly... but Crimson just steps into the ring, over the top rope, and calls for a microphone.

Crimson: So you're the baddest man in the locker room, are you? Take a look at yourself, you fat sack of shit... you're crippled. You used to be big and bad... but now, you couldn't even whip my ass when I was ten years old. You want to know who the most feared man in VCW is... you're looking at him. I'm six days away from getting my belt back, over the dead body of the guy who spent the last few days beating your ass every time you turned around. You can have your little last dance with Troy, but don't you ever disrespect me again by trying to say that a fat pussy like you is the baddest man on the roster.

T. Garcia: Let me tell you something, Crimson. I don't want no trouble... but if you're here for a fight, I guarantee that I can still give you one hell of a beating before you take me down. You might just find out that this crippled old man has a little bit left after all.

Crimson: I don't know if that's just the painkillers talking or you really are that stupid... but I'm gonna think it over, and you've got about five seconds to start begging for mercy before I see to it that you don't even make it to the pay-per-view.

Crimson starts pacing, evidently thinking it over, as Tony Garcia tosses aside his microphone and brandishes the wooden axe handle, daring Crimson to come in for a fight... but now "Favorite Things" by Incubus just kicked on!! The crowd boos loudly as Troy Black steps out of the backstage entrance, carrying a microphone of his own! He looks into the ring and smiles faintly, then begins walking down the aisle.

T. Black: Just a second, Crimson. I know we have our own history... I ended your undefeated streak, and you took the VCW World Title away from me. But putting all that aside, I can't let you slaughter Tony like this. No... if you're gonna slaughter Tony, I have to be here to get my pound of flesh.

Troy Black tosses aside the microphone and slides into the ring, and he and Crimson both begin circling around Tony Garcia. Troy Black rushes in... and Tony Garcia nails him in the head with the axe handle!! But as he does, Crimson comes in, and knocks Tony Garcia off of his feet with a massive boot to the head! Damn it, Tony Garcia has an injured neck and a concussion, and that could have done some serious harm to him! But now Troy Black's getting up, and he and Crimson begin stomping away at Tony Garcia's fallen body... and now Troy Black gestures to Crimson, then signals for a Chokeslam! Crimson nods as a horrible smile spreads across his face, then rips off Tony Garcia's neckbrace and grabs him by the throat...

But now someone's running out of the backstage entrance! It's Desmond!! Desmond slides into the ring and tackles Crimson to the mat, taking him down with sheer inner fury, then unloads on him with a series of punches, to a wild round of cheers from the crowd! Troy Black grabs Desmond and tries to pull him off, but Desmond shrugs him off, then lunges at him and starts assaulting him now! But Crimson's getting up, and he seems ready to kill Desmond... but someone else runs out of the backstage entrance... THE GRAVE DIGGER!! The VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, is running down the aisle, and he has a shovel!! Crimson gets up... and quickly backpedals as he sees the Grave Digger slide into the ring with a shovel!

Crimson dives out of the ring, and Troy Black quickly bails out as well, leaving Desmond and the Grave Digger standing in the ring, as the crowd cheers. Tony Garcia begins getting back to his feet as well, and now Troy Black and Crimson start backing up, not wanting to risk rushing the ring again. As they back up, Troy Black grabs a microphone...

T. Black: This isn't over yet. Tony, I know you won't be dragging your old carcass into the ring tonight, so you might as well go home. But Crimson... let's show Desmond and the Grave Digger just how big a mistake they just made. You and me... against them. What do you say to that?

Crimson: Listen, boy... I ain't forgotten about the last few times we locked horns, and I just want you to know that before it's all said and done, I'm gonna kick your ass one more time. But for tonight, to make those two motherfuckers the next stop on the Homicide Road Tour, I think we can work something out. Let me fuck your sister after the show, and it's a deal.

T. Black: Hell, if you take out Desmond tonight, I'll throw in Amy, too. It's a deal.

What a match that could be tonight! Troy Black and Crimson to face Desmond and the Grave Digger! Desmond and the Grave Digger privately confer with one another, and now the Grave Digger's calling for a microphone of his own.

G. Digger: Seeing as it takes both of you to take down a man with career-ending injuries, I don't see where you stand a chance in hell against me. Tony's time in the ring may be numbered... but your days on this mortal coil are also severely numbered. Crimson, your day of reckoning draws near. And Troy... you've already tried to take the title from me, and failed. Since you're both so hell-bent on coming forward to claim an early grave, I'll consider it my duty tonight to put both of you SIX... FEET... UNDER.

The crowd cheers, and Troy Black and Crimson stare into the ring with clear hatred and malevolence, but perhaps a hint of apprehension as well, as "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot kicks on. We've got a match, and it seems like it'll be one hell of a main event tonight! Troy Black and Crimson head backstage, discussing strategy, and soon after Desmond and the Grave Digger begin leaving as well, followed by Tony Garcia, who seems to be thanking them for their help.

We're going to go now to another bit of odd footage, from the Royal Library of Bonarbor. Let's take a look at it now...

In the Royal Library of Bonarbor:

Elderon, the court wizard of Bonarbor, stands in the library, surrounded by alchemical equipment and large, thick books. At his side stand Sophie and Gavin, the Prince of Cats.

Elderon: Well done, Princess Sophia. We now have all of the ingredients save for a ball of pure white snow from within a desert, a lock of hair from a succubus demon, and powdered dragon's teeth.

Sophie: Actually, I got the ball of snow from the desert. I just went into somebody's house in Arizona a while ago, then scraped the frost off of their freezer. I'm keeping it in my freezer at home so it doesn't melt.

Elderon: Truly? Good thinking, Sophia! We're coming close to our goal.

Sophie: Well, I know I'm totally smart and cool, but I'm the one who should thank you. If it wasn't for you, I'd never be able to get my unicorn...

A tall, darkly handsome man in elaborately detailed plate armor steps into the room, carrying a bag at his side.

Elderon: Sir Tristan, noble defender of the kingdom! Have you brought aid for us in our quest?

Tristan: Word has it that you require some powdered dragons teeth, good wizard?

Sophie: Oh, hell yeah!! Can we have some?

Tristan: Actually, that is why I've come. When I heard the news, I made it a top priority to slay the dragon of Bastion Peak, who had terrorized nearby sheepherders in past months. I've brought the teeth in this bag.

Sophie: Oh, thank you, Sir Tristan! You deserve a SPECIAL reward...

Tristan arches an eyebrow and smiles rakishly at her.

Tristan: Oh, really? Then you'd better give me one.

Sophie steps forward to Sir Tristan and leaps up on him, wrapping her legs around his armored waist and her arms around his neck, then plants a forceful, passionate kiss on him, which he eagerly returns. Elderon fidgets nervously and clears his throat, but Gavin steps forward, looking a bit nettled, and pulls Sophie away from Sir Tristan.

Sophie: Hey, Gavin! Wait your turn, already! There's plenty to go around!

Gavin: Such conduct is unfitting of the royal princess, Sophia. Thank you greatly for your aid, Sir Tristan. But please remember that Princess Sophia must remain virginal once she consumes the Immaculate Concoction, and it won't do to encourage bad habits in her now.

Tristan: I will remember it well, and withdraw to my chambers so as not to disturb you further. But... Sophia, may I see you later tonight? Privately?

Sophie: Sure thing.

Tristan bows to Sophie, then grabs her hand and kisses it. As he turns and walks away, Gavin glares at him. Elderon picks up the bag, dropped by Tristan, and examines its contents, then smiles.

Elderon: The dragon's teeth are here. Now, all we need is a lock of hair from a succubus demon.

Sophie: Okay, no sweat. You're a wizard, so summon me up a succubus demon, and I'll whip its butt!

Elderon: There are two problems with that. The first is that only a practitioner of black magic may summon a succubus demon, and I do not traffick in black magic. The second is that a succubus demon is a very powerful opponent. ... However, I think I know where we can find one. Word has reached me that a succubus demon is gathering power on Earth. All we need to do is find her--

Sophie: And blow her to smithereens with a ballistic missile packing a high explosive warhead, right!?

Elderon cocks an eyebrow at Sophie, staring at her strangely for a second.

Elderon: Err... not exactly. We want to defeat her in a way that will leave identifiable hair remaining. Unfortunately, we can't ambush her with overwhelming odds, since she can retreat to the infernal realms at will. But the pride of demons makes them unlikely to refuse a challenge from a lowly mortal, so...

Sophie: I challenge her to a Hair Versus Hair Match in VCW and win! Say no more. Fists are set to agonizing punishment, and I'm standing by to kick some infernal ass!

Gavin steps forward, with concern showing in his face.

Gavin: Are you certain you wish to face a succubus demon, Sophia? They have powers far beyond the average mortal. Perhaps you should allow me to--

Sophie: Buster, I'd climb over a mountain of succubus demons to get my unicorn, okay? This is something I have to do myself. I can feel it. It's like it's part of my transformation into a babelicious hard-rocking warrior princess.

Gavin: I trust you, Sophia... do what you feel you must.

Elderon: Yes, but take care. A succubus demon is a dangerous opponent.

Sophie: Don't worry... I can do it. I know I can.

Sophie smiles, seeming to drift off into daydreams of unicorns and adventure, as the camera fades out on the library scene.

We may see a first in VCW shortly... a Hair Versus Hair Match pitting a succubus demon against a royal princess. In a few moments, Paul Canyon will face Brian Rivera in one-on-one competition, but before we get started with that, we're going to take a look backstage with Paul Canyon right now!

Backstage...

Owen Addison is backstage in a dressing room, unpacking things from his travel bag, when Paul Canyon enters the room, dressed to wrestle. Owen Addison looks up, with mild surprise showing on his face.

O. Addison: Don't you have a match with Brian Rivera up next?

P. Canyon: Yeah. I just wanted to stop in here before I went out. I was hoping I could try one more time to talk you into reconsidering getting the team back together.

O. Addison: Not this again. You're really not going to give that up, are you?

P. Canyon: Not if I can help it. We're four-time VCW World Tag Team Champions. We were the best. You know who has the titles now? Hell's Bikers. We should be wrestling them for the titles, not wrestling Brian Rivera in the opening match.

O. Addison: Yeah, well... I've got a match with Tim against Jacob Idol and Julian Page. Look, maybe you've got a point, but don't forget about the reason why we split the team. We WERE the best... but when we stopped being the best team in VCW, it was time to stop being a team. That's how it is. I don't want to drag the name of the Ontario Colour Show through the mud by losing to every other team that sets foot in the ring. Let's leave it at that, and be remembered for what we were... the best.

P. Canyon: We had a run of bad luck, with a lot of distractions, but we're still the best. I can feel it. Isn't there any way I can convince you?

Owen Addison sighs, and turns to Paul Canyon.

O. Addison: Look, I'll freely admit that since the breakup of the team, things have still sucked. I'm not exactly beating the Grave Digger for the VCW World Title myself. Let's have a match at Blood and Thunder. You and me. Single combat.

P. Canyon: What?

O. Addison: If you can actually beat me... maybe I'll think a little harder about getting the team back together. But if I beat you, I expect you to drop it.

P. Canyon: You really want to do this?

O. Addison: If you want to prove to me that my career would be better off with you at my side, then I think we have to do it. Get out there and clobber Brian Rivera, but think it over.

P. Canyon: I don't have to think it over. If that's what it takes to get the team back together, you've got a match... and you're gonna lose.

O. Addison: We'll see about that. Good luck out there. Not that you'll need it.

Owen Addison shakes Paul Canyon's hand, and Paul Canyon turns to leave the locker room as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and "What U Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker is playing. A mild round of boos comes from the crowd as Brian Rivera comes to the ring, along with Stormy Weathers! Once again, he's both dressed like a complete idiot and acting like a complete idiot as he heads for the ring. But he's a fairly talented wrestler underneath it all, and if Paul Canyon's distracted by his forthcoming match against Owen Addison tonight, Brian Rivera could get a huge upset victory. These two men have met before in matches where the Annihilators have faced the Ontario Colour Show, but here Brian Rivera may have a small advantage, with more experience in recent singles matches. He enters the ring and starts trying to dance to his entrance music, as Stormy Weathers points to him dramatically, extolling his virtues to the crowd.

And now "Magical Mystery Tour" by the Beatles begins playing over the sound system, and the crowd cheers as Paul Canyon steps out of the backstage entrance. Oddly, he looks more focused, like the recent challenge from Owen Addison just lit a fire under him. We've seen that he desperately wants to reunite the Ontario Colour Show, and one could speculate that he's overlooking Brian Rivera, but that doesn't seem to be the case. He walks to the ring with purpose, then climbs inside and crouches in anticipation of a fight. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and our first match is underway!

Brian Rivera
w/Stormy Weathers

vs.

Paul Canyon

Brian Rivera comes in with a variety of brawling and wrestling offense, and takes the advantage early on, but his advantage is short-lived. Paul Canyon comes back, wrestling with an efficiency and focus that he hasn't shown lately, and Brian Rivera quickly finds himself in trouble. With the match not going his way, Brian Rivera gets dumped to the outside and nailed by a springboard cross bodypress plancha from Paul Canyon. But on the outside, some unseen interference from Stormy Weathers allows Brian Rivera to rally again. But it's short-lived, as he goes for a flying legdrop back in the ring, but telegraphs it by yelling "I'M GOING PLATINUM!" and Paul Canyon rolls out of the way. Paul Canyon takes Brian Rivera down with a series of nice moves, then goes up to the top and hits a flying dropkick! He covers, and that gets him the three count!

Paul Canyon pinned Brian Rivera after a flying dropkick in 0:4:25.
Rating: * 1/2

There's no doubt now... Paul Canyon is very focused. He made short work of Brian Rivera tonight, and he's ready to use every bit of skill at his disposal to win this Sunday at Blood and Thunder. Brian Rivera rolls out of the ring and starts staggering as he makes his way backstage, followed by Stormy Weathers, and Paul Canyon looks to the backstage area with a stare of mingled concern and hope... he seems to be wondering if this will be enough to overcome his former partner at Blood and Thunder and reunite the Ontario Colour Show. But now we're going to take a look backstage, where we understand the Hammer of the Gods have been watching this preceeding match!

Backstage...

Julian Page, Jacob Idol, and Jasmina Chastity are sitting in a dressing room, watching the monitor. Surprisingly, Rob Solomon is in the room with them, with a crutch at his side, and even more surprisingly,. Lazalyth the succubus demon is sitting on his lap, still wearing a chain mail bikini and loincloth, with nothing else.

J. Idol: Isn't that sweet... the poor idiot's heart is breaking without Owen by his side. I swear, I've seen married couples that weren't as lovey-dovey as Paul Canyon is to his partner.

J. Page: Well... we'll just see what happens at Blood and Thunder, eh? Speaking of couples, Rob... who's the lady?

R. Solomon: Oh, right, I never did introduce you guys. This is Lazalyth, the chick who's working the succubus demon gimmick in those weird skits with Sophie.

Lazalyth: Gimmick!?

R. Solomon: Oh, right... I forgot. She takes it really seriously.

Lazalyth: An opportunity to plunge this world and countless others into utter chaos is a serious matter. Surely, it can't be missed.

R. Solomon: Yeah... sure. Couldn't agree more. ... Anyway, we've had a lot of fun together, since she does take it so seriously. She goes the extra mile with the whole "succubus" thing, if you know what I mean, so I've been really enjoying her company.

J. Idol: Err... well, what DO you mean?

R. Solomon: She fucks me several times a day.

J. Idol: Oh, right.

Lazalyth pulls herself tightly against Rob Solomon, digging her sharp nails lightly into him as she smiles and hums contentedly. But Julian Page looks up, seeming more businesslike, and turns to Jacob Idol.

J. Page: Jacob... you know we have a match with Owen Addison and Tim Bell tonight. I know how much you hate Owen, and believe me, I feel the same way too. But you really oughtta think about this... while the Ontario Colour Show is well in hand, he's still there as a voice of reason, as a focused member of the Technicians. We should take him out.

J. Idol: I couldn't agree more. I don't like Tim Bell one bit--

R. Solomon: Hey, nobody else does either. When was the last time you saw someone wearing a Tim Bell T-shirt?

J. Idol: Yeah, really. Don't worry... I'll take him out. Hell, I'll do even better. I'll get a match with him at Blood and Thunder, and deal with him one-on-one. ... But what do you mean, the Ontario Colour Show is well in hand?

J. Page: Well, we haven't told you yet... but let's just say that there's something special planned for their Blood and Thunder match. I'll fill you in on the details privately later.

J. Idol: This sounds good. Now, I don't know if you've heard about Johnny Smiles yet. I know he's not one of your favorite people lately... but get this. He has a VCW Television Title shot tonight.

J. Page: What!? That's ridiculous. After he robbed me of the VCW Intercontinental Title, HE's the one getting title shots!? Obviously little details like winning matches don't matter around here. We'll just see about that.

J. Idol: That obnoxious twerp got lucky in the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble. I think it's about time his luck ran out.

Lazalyth lazily stretches and sits up on Rob Solomon's lap.

Lazalyth: As long as you're talking of getting lucky... shall we satisfy your lusts again, mortal?

R. Solomon: My knee's never gonna heal if you keep wearing me out like this. Julian, maybe you can fill in for me here?

J. Page: I'm sure I can fill it in with a little bit left over to spare. Come on... let's go someplace a little more private.

Julian Page takes Lazalyth's hand, and she gets to her feet, then follows him as he leaves the room. The camera fades out on the Hammer of the Gods' locker room.

We know that the Hammer of the Gods is up to something... the Technicians and Johnny Smiles might do well to look over their shoulders for a while. We don't know quite what they're planning in some cases, but it could be a big mistake to write them off at this point in time because they only have two healthy members.

Now "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band has started playing, and the team of "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper and Tommy Hustle emerges from the backstage entrance to a round of cheers from the crowd. They'll be facing the New Immortals tonight, and a victory here could really establish them as serious contenders in VCW and help them to shed their status as the new rookies in the company looking for a break. They enter the ring, and Quinn Harper does a series of handspring backflips as Tommy Hustle shadow-boxes in a corner, preparing to fight.

And now "Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and that brings out the New Immortals, "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, along with Steve McMichael and Nicole. They're headed to the ring, but they're dressed in street clothes, while Mongo is wearing his wrestling gear and Nicole is wearing a leotard. They enter the ring, and call for microphones... this can't be good.

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 splendid wrestlers, and one new and improved tag team. With us, as always, you see the lovely Nicole, and the mighty Steve "Mongo" McMichael.

Nicole smiles nervously, and Mongo pounds his chest with a cocky smirk on his face as the crowd boos.

B. Danson: Tonight, we were scheduled to face Quinn Harper and Tommy Hustle. Naturally, that didn't sit well with us. We're the New Immortals... we've got better things to do than participate in some nonsensical conflict with a pair of rookie losers.

M. Lazzario: Right. So we pulled a few strings, and had the match changed... now Mongo and Nicole will be taking care of our light work today.

B. Danson: Nicole's not really a professional wrestler, but then again I'd be hard-pressed to call these two jokers pro wrestlers either, so I'm sure she'll do fine. And then there's her tag team partner, the great and powerful Steve "Mongo" McMichael, who... aw, you tell 'em, Mongo.

Bobby Danson hands the microphone to Mongo, as several audience members and even Moy Lazzario knowingly cringe.

S. McMichael: When I look at those two punks in the ring, baby, what I'm seeing is a couple of boys sent to do a man's job. You want to see a real man, my friend, you'd better look over in this direction, because Mongo's all man, baby. Hell, even Nicole is more of a man than either of those two chumps in the ring. When I was in the Chicago Bears and the Four Horsemen, I went up against a lot of second-rate teams, and this here ain't no different. Then again, none of you people would know about football teams, since up here in Canada you idiots think football is kicking a giant panda tumor into a little net! That's called soccer, people, and it ain't nothing but a game for sissies!

The crowd boos... evidently nobody's ever told Mongo about the CFL. Bobby Danson takes the microphone back from Mongo.

B. Danson: You are SO right, Mongo. Damn soccer-playing Canadians. Anyway, I'm off to go curl up in my hotel room with a wine cooler and a tape of The Bridges of Madison County. Knock 'em dead, guys!

Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario turn and begin heading backstage, and Mongo strides confidently forward to face off with Quinn Harper as Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell!

Steve "Mongo" McMichael & Nicole

vs.

"Skyhawk" Quinn Harper & Tommy Hustle

Mongo overpowers Quinn Harper to start, then tags in a rather reluctant Nicole. She nervously comes in with a few right hand punches, then puts on a side headlock, but Quinn Harper quickly powers her up and gives her an atomic drop. She staggers forward, and he grabs her in a fireman's carry, then gives her an airplane spin! When Quinn Harper finally sets Nicole down, she stumbles around the ring, right into a small package from Quinn Harper! She barely kicks out at two and three-quarters, but when Quinn Harper goes to pull her up again, she nails him with a low blow, then scurries away and tags in Mongo again.

Mongo runs in and begins assaulting Quinn Harper, but before long Quinn Harper is able to regain the advantage with superior quickness. He and Tommy Hustle take the advantage, exchanging quick tags and hitting Mongo with some quick moves and double-team offense, taking him down quickly. Mongo seems to be nearly out, but when Quinn Harper goes for a bulldog, Mongo lifts and counters it with a BACKDROP DRIVER!! But he just dropped Quinn Harper on his head at an ugly angle... it looks like that was a belly-to-back suplex that ended up as an unintentional backdrop driver. Quinn Harper's down, clutching his neck, but he manages to roll away and tag in Tommy Hustle, as Mongo crawls to his corner for a hot tag to... Nicole. Nicole comes in, taking a swing at Tommy Hustle, but he catches her hand and whips her into the ropes. Nicole comes off the ropes... right into a Frankensteiner! Tommy Hustle crouches down on top of her and cradles her legs, and that gets three!

Quinn Harper and Tommy Hustle defeated Steve McMichael and Nicole when Hustle pinned Nicole after a Frankensteiner in 0:03:41.
Quinn Harper suffered a neck injury. He will be out for approximately 4 months.
Rating: -**

Quinn Harper and Tommy Hustle have won this match against the New Immortals' henchmen, but Quinn Harper looks to be in bad shape. He's down on the apron, clutching his neck and barely moving, and some trainers are coming out to check on him. They begin waving to the back, and a team of medics comes out with a stretcher and a neckbrace. Even Mongo's looking on with concern... it doesn't appear that he meant to do that. As the medics tend to Quinn Harper, we're going to go backstage, where a camera is on Troy Black!

Backstage...

Troy Black is sitting backstage on a sofa, with an arm around Amy Lin. Nearby, Lorenzo Vasquez sits on a chair, with Rebecca Black on his lap, wearing the VCW Intercontinental Title. Amy Lin seems to be talking to Lorenzo Vasquez.

A. Lin: So, Lorenzo... you got the match with Melissa?

L. Vasquez: Sure did. Don't you worry about a thing... whatever's left over when I'm done with Melissa won't stand a chance against you, babe. I'm gonna give her the Stacey Lockman treatment.

A. Lin: Oooh... you KNOW that'll make me happy. Any chance I can get you to pull her dead carcass on top of you for a three count so I can win the Intercontinental Title at Blood and Thunder?

L. Vasquez: Keep dreaming.

Troy Black reaches over and squeezes Amy's leg.

T. Black: There'll be time for you to get a title once our enemies have been destroyed. Desmond, Melissa, Tony, the Grave Digger... they'll all be out of our way before long.

As Troy Black talks, the door opens, and Brujah comes in, looking concerned.

T. Black: Brujah... good to see you. I trust you're ready for Johnny Smiles tonight?

Brujah: No sweat. But I wanted to ask you about Blood and Thunder...

T. Black: It's simple. Assuming Desmond survives his match with Crimson and myself tonight, you annihilate him. Destroy him.

Brujah: Well, the thing is... Desmond and I have been partners for a long time. It goes back a lot further than the Black Plague.

T. Black: Yeah, so?

Brujah: And we've been close friends the whole time. When we made it to VCW, we promised each other that we'd climb to the top together...

T. Black: Obviously it didn't work out that way, did it?

Brujah: Yeah, well... what I'm saying is that I'm not really comfortable with the prospect of hurting him too badly. I mean, Desmond's like a brother to me...

T. Black: Brujah, look. One of my brothers is an egomaniacal, sadistic, treacherous backstabber who I crippled with my own hands, and the other is a bull-headed, unreasonable deadbeat who spends his whole life in Japan getting drunk and stoned because nobody wants him here. The "brother" thing doesn't mean a lot to me anymore. Sometimes life gets hard, and you have to do things you don't want to do.

Brujah: I just don't see--

T. Black: Brujah. Are you trying to tell me that you're not going to do what I've told you this Sunday? If you are, come right out and say it.

Brujah: What if I do say it?

T. Black: Brujah... I want you to understand that I like you. Personally, I mean. And professionally, you're the one person I can consistently count on to do what needs to be done. I'd rather not have any surprises where this is concerned, so if you can't get the job done this time, I'd like to know about it. If I can no longer depend on you... it would be better for both of us if I know it right now.

Brujah: Yeah, but... how would that affect our situation? I mean, I know you wouldn't like hearing that...

T. Black: Let me tell you something personally now. From me to you. I went a few years having a woman whispering in my ear, acting as my conscience, telling me what was right and wrong. Do you know what that made me? A victim. And then, when she was gone... I finally managed to win the VCW World Title. I was a success again, because I was free from that burden. Then I made the mistake of bringing her back, and once again... I was a victim. I lost the VCW World Title. Tony, Lorenzo, and Crimson beat me within an inch of my life every week... not because I wasn't the best, because I WAS... but because I didn't do what I needed to do for my own sake. Because I listened to her voice in my head.

People look at me and see a power-hungry, unscrupulous son of a bitch... but I'm still the same guy I always was. Everybody wants success in this business, and they're lying if they tell you otherwise. But most of all, I got tired of getting hurt, and I got tired of seeing Melissa hurt while I was powerless to stop it. Love's a wonderful thing, especially when it comes from someone who's so innocent, who gives it so unconditionally, but there's no such thing as a happy ending. It's not worth making yourself and her into a victim for. I learned that lesson the hard way. I don't want to see you make the same mistakes I did. The same mistakes that Desmond is making now.

Brujah: You're not doing this out of jealousy for Desmond, are you? If you are--

A. Lin: Of course not. Why would he be?

T. Black: It's always tempting to kid yourself into thinking that you can have both worlds... but no, that's not why you need to eliminate Desmond. It's because he's already made the mistake, and I don't see him redeeming himself for it. He keeps us from doing what needs to be done. He's determined to stand on the moral high ground and fight us until the end... and that's exactly what he'll get.

L. Vasquez: Hey, I know I ain't your friends around here, Brujah... but think about this. Maybe Jennie and Desmond are real good friends and all that... but so are all of us. We all want to see you make it to the top. Only difference is, we don't try to start shit like they do. I got no problems with Jennie, and I had no problems with Desmond until he turned on us. Think they'd tell you the same about us?

R. Black: Your choice. Laugh with the sinners, or cry with the saints?

A. Lin: Oh God... you DIDN'T just quote Billy Joel. Shut up.

Rebecca Black snickers as Amy Lin rolls her eyes, but Brujah seems a bit doubtful.

Brujah: I don't know about this...

T. Black: Okay, let me spell it out for you. One way or the other, I see you as being another Troy Black. And I mean that in two ways. Either you'll be a feared and respected pillar of the wrestling world... or you'll be a punching bag whose so-called friends with self-righteous moral values lead you into battles against overwhelming odds. You're my chosen one, Brujah. I have your best interests at heart, and you've just gotta trust me on that. Do you trust me?

Brujah takes a deep breath, staring directly into Troy Black's bright green eyes.

Brujah: I trust you, Troy.

T. Black: What about Desmond, at Blood and Thunder? Can you do what I've asked?

Brujah pauses again. It seems like he's trying to turn away, but his eyes are locked with Troy Black's intense stare.

Brujah: I'll do it, Troy. Because I trust you.

Troy Black smiles faintly, and the tension is broken.

T. Black: Good. It makes me glad to know you won't make the same mistakes I did.

Brujah: Yeah. I just gotta go talk to Jennie. She's not gonna like this.

T. Black: I wouldn't bother. It's none of her business. Desmond made some unwise choices, and now you're doing the right thing by helping the people who help you. She'll just get mad at you.

Brujah: Yeah, but--

T. Black: If you feel like having an argument with her, go ahead and tell her. Otherwise, just enjoy your time with her. And remember, when you're dealing with women... it's a lot easier to get forgiveness than permission.

Brujah: I'll think about it. See you later, Troy.

T. Black: Alright.

Brujah steps out of the room, and Troy Black looks around at the rest of the room.

A. Lin: Think he'll do it?

T. Black: Trust me... Desmond's as good as dead.

The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back at ringside, and it looks like Brujah has some serious soul-searching to do before Blood and Thunder... but right now, "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS is playing, and that brings out "Doctor" Dave Adams, along with Nurse Vivacia. He struts down the aisle with a roguish grin on his face, but the fact is that he doesn't have much to be smiling about. He's about to face Dean Sanders, one half of Stiff Competition, and he knows from many instances of personal experience that he's in for one hell of a beating. When Stiff Competition feuded with Dave Adams and his then-partner, Main Street Pete, Dave Adams often ended up bloody and battered... but he shows no signs of worry tonight as he enters the ring, then grabs a microphone. Uh-oh...

D. Adams: Tonight, I'm about to lock up with Dean Sanders, a member of Stiff Competition. But when I lock up with all the ladies out there, my member always gives them stiff satisfaction. When I look into their eyes as I make their body shake, what I see every time is a vacant stare of decadent delight, because they know that the things I do to their body are things that no other man can. They can feel their mind filled with clouds, and the pleasure of the sexual sensation rains down upon them as I call lightning out of the sky, performing miracles to their body to prove once and for all that I am the God of Love.

And when I have their body shaking, when they're crying out and screaming my name in worship, when they don't believe that it could get any better... that's when I turn the electricity of the ecstasy up to one hundred and eighty thousand volts, and as the lightning strikes I shock their body and rock their body with wave after wave of pure orgasmic bliss. After they're tossed on the waves until they drown in the sea of pleasure, they know they've reached the ultimate level of carnal contentment, because I've brought them so high they'll never come down again. So ladies, make an appointment, and the Doctor will make a house call to fill you up with his special medicine.

The crowd boos... this guy sure is a piece of work. But now "War Machine" by KISS begins playing, and that brings out Dean Sanders of Stiff Competition, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd! He glares down the aisle at Dave Adams, all business as he heads for the ring. Surely he also remembers the days when he'd assault Dave Adams with no quarter, and it seems that that's exactly what he's preparing to do again! Dean Sanders climbs into the ring, preparing to do battle, and now Brendan Powers calls for the bell to begin the match!

Dean Sanders

vs.

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

Dave Adams comes in aggressively, but Dean Sanders quickly takes the advantage and starts beating the hell out of him, drilling him hard to the mat, and stretching him painfully with wrestling moves. Even a few cheap shots, eye pokes, and low blows from Dave Adams don't turn the tide for long, and Dean Sanders just keeps coming back with brutal offense. Dave Adams escapes to the outside of the ring, but Dean Sanders just follows him and continues the abuse... until Nurse Vivacia nails him with a low blow, unseen by Brendan Powers. Dave Adams takes the advantage on the outside and knocks Dean Sanders into the ringpost, then brings him back into the ring to work him over. After a few more moves, Dave Adams hits a rather sloppy gutwrench suplex that sees Dean Sanders land awkwardly on his right arm. He instantly pops up, grimacing angrily, and an expression of terror washes over Dave Adams as Dean Sanders rushes him, drilling him with a HUGE lariat from the right arm! Dean Sanders yells audibly and goes down to one knee, cradling his arm as he clenches his teeth in agony, but he just KILLED Dave Adams with that move! He gets up, shaking out his arm and grimacing, then grabs Dave Adams in a standing headscissors and pulls him up, grimacing in pain... POWER BOMB!! And he drove him in full-force... it looks like he's trying to kill Dave Adams! He pulls him up again, into another standing headscissors, and now Nurse Vivacia and Brendan Powers are both looking at him with stares of concern... POWER BOMB!! Again, he drove him down HARD!! Dean Sanders goes to pick Dave Adams up again, but Brendan Powers pleads with him to just make the cover and end the match, and he does.

Dean Sanders pinned Dave Adams after a power bomb in 0:05:30.
Dean Sanders suffered an elbow injury. He will be out for approximately 2 months.
Rating: * 1/4

Dean Sanders is clearly in a lot of pain, clutching his right elbow as he rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage. His right arm has a history of injury, having suffered a torn rotator cuff in recent history, and it looks like he may have hurt it again. He may also have hurt Dave Adams, though... Dean Sanders is walking away from the ring, albeit in a lot of pain, but Dave Adams is still down inside. A body count has already started piling up... first Quinn Harper was taken away on a stretcher, and now both Dave Adams and Dean Sanders may be injured after this match! But with the aid of some trainers and Nurse Vivacia, Dave Adams manages to get to his feet and stagger backstage.

We're going straight through to our next match now. "Through The Never" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd cheers as Owen Addison and Tim Bell of the Technicians come out of the backstage entrance, heading for the ring. They have a match against Jacob Idol and Julian Page, of the Hammer of the Gods, tonight. These two groups have hated one another for a long time, and tonight the feud continues... and there's certainly no shortage of animosity here, judging by the faces of Owen Addison and Tim Bell as they enter the ring, preparing to do battle.

Now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begin playing, and that brings out Julian Page and Jacob Idol, along with Jasmina Chastity, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. We know from the footage that we saw that the Hammer of the Gods is looking to use the friction between the Technicians as a means to gain an advantage somehow. They certainly seemed like they had a plan, or perhaps that they knew something that the Technicians don't. Nevertheless, they'll be facing two of the best wrestlers VCW has to offer tonight, in Owen Addison and Tim Bell, and they'd be wise not to sell them short. They enter the ring, and each man's emotions shows plainly on his face. Julian Page has a cocky smirk, while Jacob Idol stares a burning hole through Owen Addison. Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins the match!

Technicians (Owen Addison & Tim Bell)

vs.

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

Jacob Idol demands to start with Owen Addison, and Owen enters the ring, eager to oblige him. The two men lock up, and exchange an impressive series of moves and counters, as Jacob Idol goes after Owen Addison's arm, and Owen Addison tries to counter and retaliate. Both men know each other well enough to guard against the other's moves, but Owen Addison comes out just a step ahead on each exchange, taking Jacob Idol down first with drop toeholds, armdrags, and snap mares, but then with a stunning belly-to-back suplex. Groggy and frustrated, Jacob Idol rolls out of the ring and throws a tantrum on the outside, then comes back in with a disgusted sneer and tags in Julian Page.

Julian Page takes the advantage immediately with an eye gouge, but as he tries to take control Owen wrestles him to the ground and begins working him over. Julian Page is still something of a rookie, despite his skills, and he seems to come up short in the mat wrestling department against Owen Addison. Owen Addison tags in Tim Bell, and they both begin working over Julian Page, though they don't exactly use much in the way of teamwork. They seem to have the match well in hand, until Julian Page low blows his way out of a suplex attempt from Owen Addison, then takes him down with a snap suplex. He and Jacob Idol isolate Owen Addison in the corner and start working over his right arm, hoping to exploit its history of injury. Owen Addison tries to fight his way out of the corner, but each time he seems to be on the verge of making a comeback, Jacob Idol or Julian Page will cut him off. Once, he even makes the tag to Tim Bell, but Jasmina Chastity strategically distracts Jerry Rogers during the tag, and Tim Bell is forced out of the ring to simmer angrily out on the apron.

Owen Addison seems to be in big trouble, as Jacob Idol works him over, then nails him with an inverted DDT! Jacob Idol grins and draws his thumb across his throat, then covers Owen Addison... but he kicks out at two and three-quarters! Enraged, Jacob Idol pulls Owen Addison up and gives him a shoulderbreaker, then clamps on an armbar submission! Jacob Idol leans back on it sadistically, but Owen Addison's not willing to quit, and after a long struggle, he makes it to the ropes! Jacob Idol is even more frustrated now, and he slams Owen Addison to the canvas, then goes up to the top turnbuckle as Owen gets up... MOONSAULT BODYBLOCK!! No, Owen Addison catches him somehow on his left side, where his arm is still strong, then shifts him into position and falls to his knees... TOMBSTONE!! Owen Addison just countered the Moonsault Bodyblock with the Tombstone, but he's clutching his right arm in pain! Evidently, he strained it getting him into position... but he still crawls across Jacob Idol and covers! Jerry Rogers counts... and Jasmina Chastity puts Jacob Idol's foot on the ropes at two!

Owen Addison flops over, beaten and in pain, as Jerry Rogers tells him that he didn't get the pin. He turns and begins crawling back towards his corner... evidently he doesn't feel that he has the strength to finish Jacob Idol off alone. Leaving Jacob Idol alone like this when he's this close to being beaten could be a mistake, though... and perhaps so, because Jasmina Chastity pulls Jacob Idol closer to his corner by the ankles, and he gets a tag to Julian Page! Julian Page comes in... but Owen makes the tag, and so does Tim Bell! Tim Bell comes in on a tear, taking Julian Page down repeatedly, then sending Jacob Idol over the top rope with a savate kick when he gets up. Tim Bell goes to the top turnbuckle and follows Jacob Idol out with a flying cross bodypress when he stands up, getting a pop from the crowd, but a confused stare from Owen.

Julian Page is getting up in the ring, and with Tim Bell down on the outside with Jacob Idol, Owen Addison comes back in to deal with it himself. He tries to wrestle Julian Page down... but he's too weak and battered still, and his right arm is limp and numb. Julian Page overpowers him, then fishes into his trunks as Jerry Rogers looks to the outside, making the count... and he nails Owen with brass knuckles!! Owen Addison is down, and Julian Page tucks the brass knuckles back into his tights, then gets Jerry Rogers's attention. Tim Bell rolls into the ring... but as he gets up, Jasmina Chastity jumps up on the apron, grabs his hair, and pulls him throat-first down across the top rope! He staggers back... and Julian Page quickly darts in, grabs a handful of tights, and rolls him up! Jerry Rogers counts, not seeing the handful of tights, and Julian Page gets three!! Damn it!

The Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol and Julian Page) defeated The Technicians (Owen Addison and Tim Bell) when Page pinned Bell after a roll up in 0:13:28.
Rating: ***

Julian Page releases Tim Bell and quickly rolls out of the ring, joining Jacob Idol and Jasmina Chastity on the outside, and helping Jacob Idol stagger backstage in retreat. Inside the ring, Tim Bell looks pissed off... he's demanding a microphone! He stops to help Owen Addison to his feet, then looks out at Jacob Idol and Julian Page as they retreat...

T. Bell: I'm sick of getting screwed like this. Listen, you scumbags... this isn't done yet. At Blood and Thunder, I want one of you in the ring, and only one of you. I don't care if it's Jake, or Julian, or even Jasmina... put me in the ring with any one of you, and somebody's getting a wrestling lesson.

That got their attention... now Jacob Idol's grabbing a microphone to respond!

J. Idol: You want to teach me a lesson? What could you teach me, you washed-up, overrated loser!? Are you gonna teach me how to get everyone in the crowd to go to the bathroom whenever I step out of the back? How to waste VCW's money by getting a paycheck when you never drew a dollar in your life? Because honestly, that's all you're good at. If you want a match at Blood and Thunder, that's fine, but YOU'RE the one who's gonna be getting a lesson. I'll teach you to watch out who you step in the ring with, if you don't want to get hurt. Don't doubt it for a second... at Blood and Thunder... I WILL hurt you.

Jacob Idol tosses aside the microphone and withdraws backstage with Julian Page and Jasmina Chastity, and it looks like we have another match set up, one that could be quite a technical showcase. As Tim Bell and Owen Addison start heading backstage as well, we're going to look in on Desmond and the Grave Digger as they prepare to face Troy Black and Crimson later on tonight in the main event!

Backstage...

Desmond and the Grave Digger are standing backstage in a dressing room. With them is Tony Garcia, who's once again wearing his neckbrace, and sitting back in a chair.

T. Garcia: I want to thank you guys again for helping me out back there.

Desmond: It was the only reasonable thing to do. We haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but--

T. Garcia: That's an understatement. After all I done, I didn't deserve your help just now. You could have left me for dead, and you'd be right to do it.

G. Digger: Don't worry about it now. Your days of destroying people are over, whether or not we helped you. You earned enough of my respect that I don't mind seeing you go home in one piece.

T. Garcia: I appreciate it. But I still got one day of destruction left in me... that's Blood and Thunder.

Desmond: You're STILL going to go after Troy Black?

T. Garcia: Hell yes, I am. He ain't gonna scare me off that easy. He thinks that one beating in a parking lot is gonna keep me from being a big, bad man... but I got one more fight left into me.

Desmond: If you really think that's a good idea...

T. Garcia: You ain't talking me out of it. But I tell you what. I still owe you one for saving my butt out there. You've got a match tonight because of that, and even though I can't fight with you guys, there's still a little bit I can do. How about I come on down to ringside with you guys and make sure you get a good clean fight?

G. Digger: What if they come after you while you're out there? You expect us to turn around and help?

T. Garcia: Let me handle it. You just worry about Troy and Crimson.

Desmond: I guess we could use a little backup.

As they're talking, the door opens, and Melissa DelArmeggio walks in. She looks a little uncomfortable upon seeing Tony Garcia in the room.

M. DelArmeggio: Hey, Desmond. Just figured I'd stop in last-minute before my match with Lorenzo.

Desmond: You're on next?

M. DelArmeggio: Yeah. So wish me luck, and maybe you guys can keep a couple chairs handy backstage to run out with in case all hell breaks loose.

Desmond: No problem.

Desmond steps forward and hugs Melissa tightly.

Desmond: Good luck. We'll be watching you.

After a few seconds, Melissa steps away from the hug and begins to step towards the door.

T. Garcia: You're wrestling Lorenzo? Watch out, girl... he means to hurt you.

Melissa turns around, and her eyes narrow a little bit as she looks at Tony Garcia.

M. DelArmeggio: You'd know all about hurting me, wouldn't you?

T. Garcia: Hey, I'm just trying to give you the heads-up.

M. DelArmeggio: Is that so? Well, let me tell YOU something. Those career-ending injuries you have... you did that to yourself. You did it when you, Lorenzo, and Rebecca made Troy into what he is today. You turned him into a monster, and the monster turned on you. You're a sadistic bastard who finally got exactly what you deserved. You talk about your twenty-five years of hard work... this is where it got you.

Melissa turns and walks quickly out of the room, with Desmond, Tony Garcia, and the Grave Digger staring after her.

Desmond: ... She seems kind of unreasonable... but I guess she has a point.

G. Digger: You won't hear me argue with that. It's all true.

Tony Garcia sighs.

T. Garcia: Yeah, I know. Damned if I haven't been thinking that all week. And I know I can't make up for all that in just one night... but let me do what I can do. Let me back you up tonight.

G. Digger: Fine. But if this is a trick, you can expect your injuries to escalate from career-ending to life-ending.

T. Garcia: No tricks. Even the Plague isn't so twisted that we'd damn near kill each other just to set someone else up.

Desmond: All right, then. Glad to have your help.

The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back at ringside, and it's clear that there are still a lot of hard feelings revolving around Tony Garcia... but with him in the corner of Desmond and the Grave Digger tonight, that may go a long way towards neutralizing any Black Plague interference. But speaking of the Black Plague... "Kiss My Ass" by Ted Nugent begins playing, and that brings out the VCW Intercontinental Champion, "The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez, along with Rebecca Black, to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd. He walks to the ring, with a horrible smile on his face, then climbs inside and grabs a microphone. His other arms slips around Rebecca Black's waist as he raises the microphone to speak...

L. Vasquez: So this is Canada. If I'm not mistaken, there's a little kindergarten wrestling show that runs out of here called SMCW. Do any of you know what I'm talking about!?

The crowd cheers, and a chant of "SMCW!" goes up from the crowd. Lorenzo Vasquez looks around at them with a sneer for a second, then raises the microphone again.

L. Vasquez: Well, you people better thank God you've got some real wrestling, and not that bush league crap. Strahd's a fucking pussy who got his ass kicked by Troy Black, Naveed's a worthless piece of shit who can't decide if he wants to rip off Troy Black, Misawa, or Bugsy McGraw, and Rick fucking Clark is a worthless little smart-assed faggot with a bad eye!!

Oh, come ON... someone needs to kill his microphone. This is just tasteless. We need to apologize on behalf of VCW for this foul-mouthed idiot...

L. Vasquez: Tonight, I'm working a match against Melissa DelArmeggio. But I shouldn't be. You know why that is? It's because she's a fucking bimbo who only got her job in VCW because she has big fucking tits and she used to look hot, and Troy Black got her hired here. She can't wrestle worth a damn, and that kung-fu shit she pulls in here is just SAD. She doesn't even belong in the ring with me, or for that matter Amy Lin. So I'm gonna take her out tonight, so she doesn't even make it to Blood and Thunder. I'm gonna give her the Stacey Lockman special, and break her fucking neck right here in the middle of this ring with a Destiny Driver!!

The crowd boos loudly, and a huge "ASSHOLE" chant is starting now... and it's well-deserved, too. Lorenzo Vasquez is a miserable excuse for a human being, with no redeeming features whatsoever, and by some travesty he's allowed to stand up in the ring with a live mic.

L. Vasquez: Speaking of Stacey Lockman... this Sunday's my day of reckoning with Ken Collins. See, this ain't about Ken Collins beating me, because he never has done that, and he knows he never can. I'm just too damn good. But when I took Stacey Lockman and drove her head-first into the mat, when I broke her pretty little neck at No Quarter, I paralyzed her ass, and since then she's been in a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down, and her pussy's too numb for her to fuck Ken Collins. Our boy Ken thinks that's my fault... but it's his fault, for getting with a woman who's too fucking stupid to stay out of my way! Stacey got in the ring with me, and she paid the fucking price!! Melissa's gonna pay the price, and Ken Collins, when you get in the ring with me at Blood and Thunder, I'm gonna fucking cripple your ass too!!

Lorenzo Vasquez is shouting into the microphone, showing a lot of intensity... this slimeball seems to actually believe that he's justified in saying and doing all of the disgusting things he does. Fortunately, he seems to be done talking, and now "Sad But True" by Metallica kicks on over the arena sound system, bringing out Melissa DelArmeggio to a loud round of cheers from the crowd! She comes to the ring, glaring at Lorenzo Vasquez with disgust, then climbs inside. Rebecca Black darts out of the ring, not wanting to face Melissa, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!

For the VCW Intercontinental Title:

"The Barcelona Assassin" Lorenzo Vasquez (c)
w/Rebecca Black

vs.

Melissa DelArmeggio

Melissa begins circling Lorenzo Vasquez cautiously, not wanting to give him an opening to attack her early... but someone's running out of the backstage entrance!! KEN COLLINS!! And he has a chair!! The crowd explodes into cheers as "The California Crippler" Ken Collins runs out of the backstage entrance with a chair, then slides into the ring. Lorenzo Vasquez turns around, and terror washes over his face, just before Ken Collins clobbers him with the chair, causing an immediate disqualification!!

Lorenzo Vasquez defeated Melissa DelArmeggio via disqualification in 0:00:25.
Rating: DUD
(Lorenzo Vasquez retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)

Ken Collins just laid Lorenzo Vasquez out, but he's not done yet... he drives the chair into his shoulder a few times, then drops the chair and pulls Lorenzo Vasquez up... PILEDRIVER ON THE CHAIR!! Lorenzo Vasquez pops up from the impact, then collapses in a heap on the mat, and Ken Collins grabs him... CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! He has Lorenzo Vasquez locked in the California Crossface! The crowd goes wild, and Rebecca Black slides into the ring, screaming in fright... but when she gets up, Melissa DelArmeggio nails her with a kick to the face!! Ken Collins keeps pulling back on the California Crossface, trying to hurt Lorenzo Vasquez... he obviously heard what Lorenzo said before the match, and he just can't contain himself!!

But wait a second... here comes the H.A.R.P. Squad! The crowd boos loudly as the H.A.R.P. Squad runs to the ring and slides inside, and they quickly descend upon Ken Collins, pulling him away from Lorenzo Vasquez. It takes three men to pull him off and hold him back, and he starts yelling incoherently at Lorenzo Vasquez and straining to get at him... Ken Collins has LOST it. He still has a match with Bass Rogers later on tonight, too, but it seems like he can only focus on Lorenzo Vasquez! In six days, they'll face each other... but not tonight, as the H.A.R.P. Squad begins hauling Ken Collins away. But now we're going to go backstage with Ziggy Adderloaf, who will talk to Johnny Smiles before he challenges Brujah for the VCW Television Title!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Johnny Smiles, who seems as happy and carefree as usual, as he prepares for their next match. At his side is the large pink stuffed cat from last week's Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble, as well as Yuri Sonoda.

Z. Adderloaf: I'm here with Johnny Smiles and Yuri Sonoda. Johnny, Yuri, last week you won the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble... and I can see you've got the cat with you tonight.

Y. Sonoda: Her name's Sumiko. Maybe we didn't win an actual title belt, but I know I'll always have fond memories of the day that I won her in our match. Normally, we take turns on who gets to be with her... but today, we decided we both do.

Z. Adderloaf: You really surprised a lot of critics by performing well in that match, both of you. How'd you do it?

J. Smiles: Well, we pretty much beat up Amy Lin and Jacob Idol, got our cat, and put her on the bed. I didn't sweat the details. It was just a great time to be involved in the first ever Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble.

Y. Sonoda: It was tough, and I was really nervous not knowing what to do. Then, when Amy Lin pulled down my pants, I was so embarrassed, because everyone could see me... but then I remembered Johnny's advice, and pretended I was in my underwear. So I wasn't too embarrassed anymore, and I won the match!

J. Smiles: I'm just glad I could be of help there. It's a true accolade in our careers.

Z. Adderloaf: Speaking of career accolades, you have a chance to win the VCW Television Title from Brujah in a few moments. What're your thoughts on that?

J. Smiles: Well, it's not like an InterJohnnynental Title match, or an Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble. But I'm ready all the same. Brujah may hit people really hard, but--

Johnny Smiles is cut off as Julian Page rushes onto the scene, wielding a chair, and bashes it against his head. He goes down hard, and Yuri leaps back with a scream.

Y. Sonoda: Aaah!! What're you doing!? Don't hurt him!

Julian Page just kicks Yuri Sonoda in the midsection, then nails her with a shot from the chair, dropping her to the floor. Johnny Smiles starts to get up again, but Julian Page whacks him in the back with the chair, then drops the chair and grabs him by the hair. He pulls Johnny Smiles up and gives him a DDT on the floor, then stomps down on him a few times and pulls him up again, this time into a standing headscissors.

J. Page: Where do YOU get off getting a title shot, you obnoxious twit!? You're not getting a title shot, pal... THIS is what you get!

Julian Page hooks Johnny's arms, then gives him a double underhook faceslam on the discarded steel chair. As Julian Page gets up, Yuri Sonoda is starting to get up, so he grabs her by the hair and bashes her head into the wall, sending her sprawling to the floor again. Julian Page kicks at Johnny's fallen body a few more times, then glares down at him.

J. Page: You don't deserve a title shot. You cheated me, a DESERVING champion, out of the VCW Intercontinental Title... you're not getting a title shot until we're settled with this. Why don't you show up at Blood and Thunder, and I'll gonna kick your ass again.

Julian Page pauses, staring down at Johnny Smiles, then starts to step away.

J. Page: And your cat sucks, too.

Julian Page grabs Sumiko the stuffed cat and executes a double underhook faceslam on it on the floor, then gets up and walks away, as Ziggy Adderloaf stares around at all the carnage wide-eyed. At that, the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

The crowd's booing loudly... Johnny Smiles just got waylaid right before he was scheduled to get a title shot! The arena goes quiet, except for the booing of the crowd... and after a long pause, "Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing, bringing out Brujah, the VCW Television Champion! He's accompanied by Jennie, but she seems oddly unhappy, as though something's troubling her at the back of her mind. They come to the ring, and Brujah takes off the VCW Television Title, then poses on the top turnbuckle with it to a roar of boos from the crowd. Brujah's here now... but what about Johnny?

The music dies down, and Brujah sets the title aside, then stops to wait for Johnny's entrance. But it's not happening... many seconds go by, and there's no hint of an appearance by Johnny. He may not be able to compete tonight. Brujah stares around impatiently, then grabs a microphone.

Brujah: I don't have all day. Get Johnny out here right now, or I'm going back.

Someone steps out of the back... but it's not Johnny, it's Commissioner James Applebee! He has a microphone...

J. Applebee: Brujah, according to the trainers, Johnny can't compete tonight. But I'm in charge around here, and you've still got a little bad karma coming your way after last week's horrible attack from the Black Plague... so I went out and found you a replacement opponent for your title defense...

Hold it!! "Shame" by Rollins Band begins playing... and Falcon steps out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Lady Erica Whitmore! He's a former VCW World Champion, and with all due respect to Brujah, if he's the replacement opponent, odds are that we're going to see the VCW Television Title change hands here! He walks to the ring, past James Applebee, and climbs inside, as the crowd cheers loudly... and Brujah stares in dismay, clearly upset about this latest development. Brujah shakes his head "no", but Falcon just points at Brujah, then points at himself, then to the VCW Television Title... it looks like we have a VCW Television Title match pitting Falcon against Brujah! James Applebee steps backstage, and Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, beginning this match!

For the VCW Television Title:

Brujah (c)
w/Jennie

vs.

Falcon
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

Despite his obvious dismay at this match, Brujah comes out aggressively, and in the opening minutes the match is a wild brawl between him and Falcon, spilling in and out of the ring, with the advantage changing hands often. Both of these men are tenacious, skilled brawlers, and neither seems to gain the upper hand for a while. But inside the ring, Falcon seems to shift gears into a more technical method, wrestling Brujah and outmanuevering him, and that gains him the advantage. Falcon takes Brujah to the mat, working over his right arm. No doubt, he hopes to take away some of his powerful offense, like his lariats and the Power Bomb.

Brujah has been in this situation before, however, and he seems undaunted by the setback. He responds by getting even more vicious and aggressive, continuing to come after Falcon and fighting through the pain in his arm. Falcon stays one step ahead until a desperate lariat turns the tide for Brujah, though it seems to cause further damage to his arm. Nevetheless, Brujah takes the advantage, attacking Falcon like a vicious animal and beating the hell out of him, even with the obvious pain in his arm. What he loses in attacking power from the arm he makes up with a lot of big headbutts and kicks, and he even busts himself open hardway with one headbutt.

After a few minutes of Brujah's offense, Falcon is reeling. But when Brujah goes for the power bomb, Falcon manages to squirm free and slip out behind him, then runs to the ropes and springs off... FALCONSAULT!! He hits it out of nowhere, and Brujah goes down in a pinning predicament! Linda Peterson only counts two and a half, but Falcon has the advantage again, and he hits a nice chain of moves on Brujah, ending with a flying elbowdrop that gets a near fall. Brujah is bloody and running out of energy as Falcon lines up and waits for him to turn around... then hits the SUPERKICK!! Brujah goes down, Falcon covers, and... Jennie puts Brujah's foot on the ropes at two and nine-tenths!

Jennie seemed kind of reluctant to interfere there, and Lady Erica Whitmore's not at all happy with that; she's arguing with Jennie, and telling Linda Peterson what happened. Back in the ring, Falcon lifts Brujah up and steadies him... FALCON ARROW!! Brujah goes into a limp heap on the mat, but Linda Peterson's arguing with Jennie about the earlier accusation... and someone came out of the crowd! LANCE ERRINGTON!! He hops the guardrail and rolls into the ring with a chair! Falcon gets up and turns around... and Lance Errington floors him with the chair! Falcon's down, and Lance Errington whacks him once more for good measure, then rolls out of the ring and begins escaping again!

Linda Peterson turns around to see both Brujah and Falcon down, and she doesn't have a clue what happened. She begins counting them down... but at eight, Brujah begins to stir, and Falcon's getting up right after him! Brujah throws a punch with his left hand, but it's awkward, and Falcon blocks, then knees him in the gut! Falcon backs up, measures him, and lets a superkick fly, but Brujah ducks, then kicks him in the midsection and hooks him... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! With Falcon down, Brujah goes up to the top turnbuckle, and holds his arms out in a "V"... SWANDIVE HEADBUTT!! No, Falcon rolled out of the way! They're both down again!!

After several seconds, they both start getting up again, and this time Falcon's a little quicker to get up. He catches Brujah with a kick to the midsection, then runs to the ropes and springs off with a Falconsault, but Brujah drops down, and Falcon sails over his head to crash to the mat! Brujah gets up, and pulls Falcon up by the hair into position for the Power Bomb! He tries to pick him up... but his right arm gives out, and Falcon slips free, then low blows him! Brujah doubles over, and Falcon hooks him for the Falcon Arrow, then lifts... but Brujah slips out behind him, landing on his feet! Falcon turns around and gets a knee to the gut, then Brujah runs into the ropes, and nearly decapitates him with a HUGE Yakuza kick!! Falcon goes down to the mat, and Brujah pulls him up... DDT!! He just dropped Falcon, and he flops down on top of him wearily... and gets three!! That's it!

Brujah pinned Falcon after a DDT in 0:13:17.
Rating: ** 1/2
(Brujah retained the VCW Television Title.)

The crowd boos loudly as Linda Peterson calls for the bell... Falcon just got screwed here. The last few minutes were anyone's match, but Falcon had Brujah beat earlier until Lance Errington showed up. Brujah rolls out of the ring and hugs Jennie tightly despite the pain in his right arm, then grabs the VCW Television Title and begins heading backstage with it. Brujah's one hell of a fighter, but he wouldn't be walking out of here with the title if it hadn't been for Lance Errington. As Brujah retreats backstage, we're going to go backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf is with Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and Lars Coverdale!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Lars Coverdale and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, both of whom look ready to wrestle, with eager smiles on their faces.

Z. Adderloaf: I'm back here now with Lars Coverdale and Russel Taylor, who are about to wrestle David Wright Hubbard and Chris Champlain tonight. Lars, your issues with David Wright Hubbard are well-known, and we'll get to that in a minute, but first, Russel... what makes you actually WANT to face Chris Champlain?

R. Taylor: Well, Ziggy, he's a vicious, nasty villain, and he's very dangerous. But that's exactly the reason why I need to get in the ring and teach him a little respect for the well-being of his fellow men. He likes to hurt people... and when people get hurt, it makes ME hurt inside just to look at it. It makes me sad. It makes me want to cry. If there's enough room on this big ol' world for you and me both, there's plenty of room for a little good-natured human understanding and empathy. And I'm not just going after him tonight... I've signed a match for Blood and Thunder, where all my hard work and training is gonna pay off when I get in there and show him that he can't get away with hurting innocent people!

Z. Adderloaf: Good luck with that. Lars... we know your situation with David Wright Hubbard. But in spite of your obvious athletic abilities, a lot of your fans have one question about your challenge for a one-on-one match at Blood and Thunder... are you crazy!? Do you want to get killed!?

L. Coverdale: Dude, David Wright Hubbard just doesn't know when to quit. First, he jumps me because he's jealous of my status as a high-flying, way awesome, studly rock 'n' roll rebel who beat him at Gang Wars. THEN he takes out my totally excellent partner, Marty Jannetty. And after that, when I was getting with one of my super awesome groupie chicks who just happened to be his wife, he attacked me for no reason. That just adds insult to injury. Michelle, if you're listening, you can come on back for the rest of the Lars Coverdale experience any time you want... and David Wright Hubbard's gonna get rocked and rolled all over the ring, later tonight AND at the pay-per-view. He's gonna learn that you just don't mess... with the Express.

Z. Adderloaf: Thanks for your comments. Good luck with the match, guys... no offense, but you're sure gonna need it.

Lars Coverdale and Russel Taylor begin walking away, on their way to the ring, as the camera fades out ob the backstage scene.

We're back... and "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath hits the arena sound system, drawing a frenzied chorus of boos from the crowd as David Wright Hubbard and Chris Champlain come out of the backstage entrance. Neither one looks at all pleasant today... a sinister grin shows on Chris Champlain's face under the hood of his black cloak, and David Wright Hubbard just looks angry as usual as he walks to the ring. They climb inside, and Chris Champlain climbs to one of the top turnbuckles, throwing his head and arms back to laugh insanely as he sheds the cloak. David Wright Hubbard just stands in a nearby corner, stretching out and cracking his knuckles.

Next, "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as Lars Coverdale and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor come out of the backstage entrance and begin making their way to the ring. They're both heavy underdogs against their respective opponents, and even collectively as a team, they don't seem to stand much of a chance. David Wright Hubbard is a former VCW World Champion and former VCW Intercontinental Champion, and Chris Champlain is a former VCW Television Champion, a former VCW World Tag Team Champion, and probably the most mentally dangerous human being on the VCW roster, while Lars Coverdale and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor have yet to claim any major career achievements in VCW. They don't seem to be letting that get to them, though, as they slide into the ring... and David Wright Hubbard and Chris Champlain immediately attack them! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor & Lars Coverdale

vs.

David Wright Hubbard & Chris Champlain

This match isn't so much a match as it is a chaotic brawl for the first several minutes, with David Wright Hubbard and Chris Champlain getting the best of it. Brendan Powers can't get anybody to clear out of the ring as they brawl wildly, and then the match spills to the outside where he has equally little success controlling the match. He can't exactly count anyone out, either, because a legal man was never established, so in many ways it's like this match had never begun! Finally, Chris Champlain hauls Russel "The Muscle" Taylor into the ring, and Brendan Powers quickly decrees them the legal men, then orders David Wright Hubbard and Lars Coverdale to go to their corners. Grudgingly, David Wright Hubbard backs off and allows Lars Coverdale to peel himself from the floor, and finally this begins to resemble a wrestling match!

Russel Taylor is battered from the confrontation on the outside of the ring, where Chris Champlain and David Wright Hubbard used the chaos to their advantage. Chris Champlain retains the advantage in the ring, working over Russel Taylor's right leg viciously with a variety of submission holds and painful blows and techniques. His teamwork skills are somewhat lacking, as he refuses to tag in David Wright Hubbard once, but his wrestling ability is obviously superior to Russel Taylor's, and despite a few energetic attempts at a comeback from Russel, Chris Champlain keeps the match well in hand.

With Russel Taylor wounded, Chris Champlain grabs his legs and applies a Texas Cloverleaf in the middle of the ring! Russel Taylor struggles, and despite Chris Champlain's best attempts to keep him in the hold and put on pressure, Russel Taylor presses up out of the hold! Russel Taylor pulls himself to his feet, but Chris Champlain catches him on the way up with a headlock... but Russel elbows his way out, then whips Chris Champlain into the ropes! Chris Champlain comes off... right into a big powerslam!! Russel goes down, but that move knocked the wind out of Chris Champlain too! Chris Champlain rolls over and tags in David Wright Hubbard... but Russel Taylor crawls to his corner, and tags in Lars Coverdale!

David Wright Hubbard charges with a lariat, but Lars Coverdale ducks, then pops up and nails him with a dropkick! David Wright Hubbard charges in a rage, but each time he comes in, Lars Coverdale brings him down with a quick takedown or dropkick! After a few of these, David Wright Hubbard seems disoriented, and pulls himself to his feet with the ropes... but Lars Coverdale lands a superkick that knocks David Wright Hubbard over the top rope out of the ring! Chris Champlain charges in as well, but Russel Taylor hobbles in to cut him off, and they begin brawling in the ring!

David Wright Hubbard gets up on the outside, but Lars Coverdale runs and springs off of the top rope... SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODYPRESS!! No, David Wright Hubbard caught him! He hoists him up like a piece of furniture, then runs him back-first into one of the steel ringposts! Lars Coverdale's clearly in a lot of pain after that, and the balance of this match just shifted in a hurry. David Wright Hubbard rolls Lars Coverdale into the ring and follows him in, then starts stomping at him. Russel Taylor breaks away from Chris Champlain and charges in with a limp, but David Wright Hubbard just turns and mows him down with a brutal lariat to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd!

David Wright Hubbard hits Lars Coverdale with a few more big moves, ending in a power bomb that gets a near fall. Angered, he goes to the top turnbuckle... he's looking for the Flying Cross Bodypress! But Lars Coverdale gets up, then stops him, nailing him with a dropkick to the ankle that causes him to fall crotch-first on the turnbuckle! Lars Coverdale climbs up with him, and hooks him for a superplex, but David Wright Hubbard breaks the attempt with a big right hand to the midsection, then clobbers Lars Coverdale across the back and grabs him. He steadies himself on the turnbuckle and stands up, then lifts Lars... TOP-ROPE POWER BOMB!! He just folded him in half! Russel Taylor once again breaks away from Chris Champlain and charges, but David Wright Hubbard had remained on the top turnbuckle, and he comes off to take Russel down with the Flying Cross Bodypress! Russel's down, and David Wright Hubbard turns around and covers Lars Coverdale for the three-count!

David Wright Hubbard and Chris Champlain defeated Russel Taylor and Lars Coverdale when D.W. Hubbard pinned Coverdale after a top-rope power bomb in 0:12:08.
Rating: ** 1/4

The crowd boos loudly, but tonight the underdogs didn't come out on top... they were destroyed. Chris Champlain kneels over Russel Taylor and applies a Texas Cloverleaf to him, as David Wright Hubbard pulls Lars Coverdale to his feet, then grabs him by the throat... CHOKESLAM!! Lars is flattened on the mat, but David Wright Hubbard's pulling him up again... and this time he puts him in a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! He just destroyed him! He's still stomping away at him, but now the H.A.R.P. Squad's rushing the ring, and David Wright Hubbard elects to bail out of the ring and leave Lars for dead. The H.A.R.P. Squad piles in, grabbing Chris Champlain and forcibly removing him from Russel Taylor... but on the outside, David Wright Hubbard has a microphone!

D.W. Hubbard: Hey, Lars... you didn't win this time, didja!? You just got your ass whipped, and you got a second helping of whoop-ass coming in about six days. You still so damn proud of yourself!? You still think you can take me!? How do you like me now!?

David Wright Hubbard begins heading backstage, and the H.A.R.P. Squad drags Chris Champlain, kicking and struggling, from the ring as well. Lars Coverdale and Russel Taylor are down on the mat, but after some trainers come out from the back and tend to them, they're able to get up and stagger backstage to a small round of applause from the crowd.

We're going to go straight through to our next match. "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing, and that brings out "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, with a vacant, simmering look in his eyes. The crowd cheers loudly as he walks to the ring and climbs inside. Earlier tonight, he tried to take out vengance on Lorenzo Vasquez early, but he was stopped by the H.A.R.P. Squad. That's clearly on his mind as he comes to the ring, but will it fuel his performance tonight, or will it just distract him? From the look on his face, he doesn't seem like the sort of man anyone would be eager to fight.

But there's one man in VCW who's always eager to fight, and here he comes! "War Machine" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd's cheers are nearly as loud as the ones Ken Collins just received, as Bass Rogers comes out of the backstage entrance and begins walking to the ring! He looks a little angry himself... perhaps the injury to his partner, Dean Sanders, has put him in a foul mood. From the looks of things, these two guys are about to beat the ever-loving hell out of each other, and they're both very capable of it. Bass Rogers enters the ring as well, and an aggressive, sadistic smile spreads across his face as he realizes the fight that's forthcoming. No smile comes on Ken Collins's face... he seems to be staring past Bass Rogers into vacant space. Jerry Rogers enters the ring, and that'll begin this match!

Bass Rogers

vs.

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins

Both men fly at each other with a surge of intensity, but it becomes clear very quickly that Ken Collins is not going to win a toe-to-toe fight with Bass Rogers. Instead, seeming to recall what worked for him against Tony Garcia, Ken Collins makes a desperate, focused assault on the right shoulder of Bass Rogers, even managing to lift him up and give him a shoulderbreaker, though that seems to cause a bit of pain to his back. The pain only seems to anger Bass Rogers, though, and he retaliates viciously, beating the hell out of Ken Collins until his face is swollen and red, and his body is covered in welts. It begins to seem as though Bass Rogers is too big to overcome even with a vast amount of wrestling ability and intensity, and he takes the advantage, though Ken Collins will often find a way to counter a move and fight back, getting in a lot of his own offense.

Subjected to a barrage of offense from Bass Rogers, it becomes clear that Ken Collins needs to find someway to regain the upper hand quickly and permanently, or be beaten into oblivion. Bass Rogers goes for a power bomb, looking to finish this off, but Ken Collins counters it with a Frankensteiner. Bass Rogers pops up and charges angrily, but this time Ken Collins catches him with a drop toe hold, and floats over into an armbar submission! Bass Rogers is forced to drag himself to the ropes, and Ken Collins seemed to gain the advantage there both in terms of hurting his arm and forcing Bass Rogers to use up some of his strength to get to the ropes!

Ken Collins gives Bass Rogers a few more quick takedowns, careful to stay well out of his grasp, then brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker and locks on the California Crossface!! Bass Rogers bellows in pain and struggles mightily, but he manages to drag himself to the ropes, breaking the hold. Bass Rogers seems to be getting slower, and his arm seems hurt, but he's still in this match! Ken Collins goes after him again, looking to continue his hot run, but Bass Rogers reverses a whip to the turnbuckles, then follows him in with an avalanche... no, Ken Collins dodges, and Bass Rogers connects chest-first with the turnbuckles! He staggers back, and Ken Collins runs the ropes, then nails him with a cross body press... but Bass Rogers catches him! Even with the bad arm, he caught him, and now he roars angrily and muscles him up into a Gorilla press... but now the arm gives out, and Ken Collins slides out behind him, grabs him, and takes him down, into the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! He has it on again, and this time Bass Rogers may not be able to make it! But someone's charging out of the backstage entrance... it's Lorenzo Vasquez, with a chair! Lorenzo Vasquez runs to the ring and slides inside, then whacks Ken Collins with the chair, causing an immediate disqualification!!

Ken Collins defeated Bass Rogers via disqualification in 0:10:16.
Rating: 3/4*

The crowd boos loudly, and Lorenzo Vasquez just keeps nailing Ken Collins with the chair over and over again! He doesn't want this to get to Blood and Thunder; he's trying to end it now! Bass Rogers starts to stir, and Lorenzo Vasquez whacks him a few times with the chair as well, trying to keep him down. Now he drops the chair, and grabs Ken Collins... and he's motioning for the Destiny Driver, as he yells "I'M GONNA BREAK HIS NECK!!" The crowd boos loudly...

... But now "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot just started playing, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Lorenzo Vasquez turns a startled stare to the backstage entrance! Here comes the VCW World Champion, the Grave Digger, along with Desmond... and they're being accompanied by Tony Garcia and Melissa DelArmeggio! Lorenzo Vasquez drops Ken Collins and rolls out of the ring, then begins trying to escape through the crowd, but they stop him, then push him back over the guardrail, into the waiting arms of the Grave Digger! The Grave Digger grabs Lorenzo Vasquez... CHOKESLAM ON THE FLOOR!! He's laid out, and now Ken Collins and Bass Rogers are rolling out of the ring, to be looked at by trainers and helped to the back. More people come out to help Lorenzo Vasquez to the back as well. Desmond and the Grave Digger are still in the ring, with Melissa DelArmeggio and Tony Garcia at ringside, and we're hearing that we're going to go straight into our main event!

Now "Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and the crowd boos loudly as Troy Black and Crimson come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Amy Lin. They walk down the aisle, and climb into the ring, staring at Desmond and the Grave Digger... but Melissa DelArmeggio has a chair, and she's rushing after Amy Lin! Amy screams in fright and begins running back up the ramp, retreating into the backstage area, but Melissa doesn't give chase just yet. Troy Black gives her a dirty look... Melissa just chased away his valet, and now he and Crimson will have to handle this on their own! But they still seem ready to do just that, as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin our main event match!

Grave Digger & Desmond
w/Melissa DelArmeggio & Tony Garcia

vs.

Troy Black & Crimson

Crimson starts out in the ring, and demands that the Grave Digger come in with him. The Grave Digger doesn't hesitate... he enters the ring, and the crowd erupts as the two big men begin going toe-to-toe with one another in the middle of the ring! The Grave Digger takes the upper hand, and whips Crimson into the ropes, then comes off and drills him to the mat with a clothesline, but Crimson pops back up and asks for another! The Grave Digger rushes in, and both men nail each other with clotheslines and go down in the middle of the ring! Neither stays down long, though... both get back up, and this time Crimson nails the Grave Digger with a knee to the gut, then unloads on him with a series of clubbing blows to the back!

Crimson begins assaulting the Grave Digger, attacking him with even greater than usual aggression. It's almost as if he feels that he has to prove that he's still the baddest man in VCW, against an opponent who's a little bigger and stronger than he is, and if that's what he's trying, it's working now. Crimson rocks the Grave Digger with a devestating flurry of offense, then tags in Troy Black. Troy comes in more cautiously, taking the Grave Digger down to the mat and trying to hurt him by dropping knees into his back. He knows from experience that, when standing, the Grave Digger is a destructive force that not even he can stand up to for long. But the Grave Digger won't stay down, and he just keeps getting up, absorbing the abuse Troy Black dishes out! Troy Black nails the Grave Digger with a dropkick, but he stays up, then rushes Troy Black and nearly beheads him with a Yakuza kick!

The Grave Digger tags in Desmond now, and Desmond enters the ring with no pretense of a good, clean wrestling match. Just seeing Troy Black has awakened his inner fury, and he rips off his half-mask, then begins assaulting Troy Black with a barrage of punches! He knocks him off his feet with a huge right hand, then climbs on top of him and starts choking him! Bobcat McGavin makes a count, then threatens to disqualify Desmond if he doesn't quit choking Troy Black, so Desmond releases the chokehold and starts hammering him with closed fists! Bobcat McGavin lets him know that that's also unacceptable, and Desmond finally relents under threat of disqualification.

Desmond bumps Troy Black around the ring with some hard-hitting blows and a few big power moves, then tags out to the Grave Digger, who takes his turn brutalizing Troy Black as well. When he tags Desmond back in, Desmond's inner fury seems to have faded; though Desmond wrestles aggressively, he's not in a punching and roaring rage, and Troy Black manages to use his technical skills to shift the balance of the match by slipping out behind Desmond on an attempted belly-to-back suplex, then bringing him down with a reverse neckbreaker. Troy Black quickly tags in Crimson, and now it looks like Desmond's in trouble. He gets up and tries to fight back, but Crimson uses his size and power to dominate, and Desmond is quickly reduced to a heap on the mat.

Crimson gives Troy Black a turn at abusing Desmond, then comes back in with some powerful offense, looking to go in for the kill. He hits a gutwrench suplex, then an amazing Gorilla Press slam. He puts on a full nelson, looking for his ragdoll full nelson slam, but Desmond gets a foot up behind himself, between Crimson's legs! Crimson releases Desmond and doubles over, and Desmond reaches back and grabs his head... OUTCAST!! He just hit the Outcast on Crimson, and now he's down! Crimson's down, and Desmond struggles to his corner... and tags in the Grave Digger!! Crimson looks up as he pulls himself off of the mat, and his jaw drops as he sees the Grave Digger towering over him.

Crimson regains his composure with an angry snarl, then lunges at the Grave Digger with a punch, but the Grave Digger absorbs it and rocks Crimson with one of his own. He whips Crimson into the ropes, and Crimson comes off... GRAVE YARD SLAM!! The Grave Digger just drilled him to the mat... but now Troy Black's up on the top turnbuckle! He comes off the top, and nails the Grave Digger in the back of the head with a flying dropkick!! Desmond runs in and tackles Troy Black to the mat, assaulting him again, but the damage has been done. And now Crimson's rolling out of the ring and looking under it... he just got a shovel!! He has a shovel, and Bobcat McGavin is preoccupied, trying to break up the struggle between Troy Black and Desmond!! Crimson slides into the ring, as the Grave Digger gets up... AND NAILS HIM WITH THE SHOVEL!! The Grave Digger goes down!!

Crimson drops the shovel and goes for the cover, but Bobcat McGavin is still distracted... and Tony Garcia's not going to stand for this! He climbs into the ring, to a huge pop from the crowd, and grabs the shovel! Crimson gets up, seeing him... but Tony Garcia takes a swing, and hits him with the shovel so hard the handle breaks!! Crimson goes down, and Tony Garcia rolls out of the ring... but now both Crimson and the Grave Digger are down! Troy Black and Desmond are back in their corners, and Bobcat McGavin starts counting the two men in the ring down... BUT THE DIGGER SITS UP AT NINE! A second later, Crimson starts to stir, and they both roll over... they're headed for their corners! The Grave Digger tags in Desmond... and Crimson tags in Troy Black.

Desmond rushes in furiously, assaulting Troy Black and bumping him all over the ring, drawing a huge round of cheers from the crowd, as well as Melissa DelArmeggio on the outside. But a powerslam from Desmond only gets a two and a half count, and even a chokeslam only gets a near fall. Desmond kicks Troy Black and goes for the Outcast, but Troy Black shoves him away, then drops him with a throat jab! Desmond goes down, and Troy Black nails him with a Rocker Dropper as he gets back up, taking him down again. Now Crimson and the Grave Digger are stirring... but instead of going to the ring, Crimson just goes and pulls the Grave Digger off of the apron, and starts brawling with him on the outside!

Meanwhile, in the ring, Troy Black brings Desmond down with a leaping clothesline. Crimson and the Grave Digger are brawling in the aisle, and Bobcat McGavin is yelling at them to come back... but Troy Black, ever the opportunist, grabs the head of the broken shovel and nails Desmond in the face with it! Tony Garcia jumps up to retaliate, but Troy Black nudges Bobcat McGavin to get his attention back on the match, then smiles knowingly at Tony Garcia. Damn him! He pulls Desmond up... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! That does it! This match is one Black Dagger away from being over, and Crimson and the Grave Digger are all the way up the aisle now, still brawling, oblivious to the match in the ring!

Desmond's down now, and Troy Black goes up to the top turnbuckle... and once on top, he looks at Melissa DelArmeggio, then blows her a kiss! Melissa jumps up on the apron, angrily shouting at Troy Black, and Bobcat McGavin quickly tries to usher her down... but as he does, Tony Garcia jumps up on the apron and nails Troy Black in the back of the head with the wooden axe handle!! Troy Black falls off of the turnbuckle to the mat, and now Desmond's getting up! Tony Garcia throws Desmond the axe handle, and his face takes on a grim stare of anticipation as Troy Black gets up... and Desmond hits him with the axe handle!! Troy Black goes down hard from that second blow, and Bobcat McGavin turns around just after Desmond tosses the incriminating evidence aside! He pulls Troy Black up now... OUTCAST!! He just hit it! He goes down to cover Troy Black, and the crowd counts along... HE GETS THREE!! Thanks to Tony Garcia, Desmond just beat Troy Black!!

Desmond and The Grave Digger defeated Crimson and Troy Black when Desmond pinned T. Black with the Outcast in 0:17:07.
Rating: * 1/4

The crowd explodes into cheers... they can't believe it! Desmond just pinned Troy Black, in the middle of the ring!! Tony Garcia enters the ring, raising his hand and then patting him on the back in congratulation, and then Melissa comes in, jumping on him, wrapping her legs around her waist, and kissing him! Desmond just took home the biggest win of his career right now, and Troy Black is going to be absolutely FURIOUS when he comes to! He's starting to get up right now... but Tony Garcia grabs a handful of his hair, then draws back and gives him a huge right hand, sending him down again to a huge eruption of cheers from the crowd! And in the aisle, the Grave Digger just stunned Crimson with a kneelift, and now he lifts him... BURIAL!! Troy Black's down, Crimson's down, and Desmond and the Grave Digger are standing tall as the winners! Will they be victorious at Blood and Thunder? We'll find out in only six days! Make sure you join us!

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