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Welcome, once again, to another VCW pay-per-view spectacular! Tonight's event is Spontaneous Combustion, and as you've seen from the preview package earlier, we have a great show on hand for you! Every single title in VCW is on the line tonight, as well as the SJW World Tag Team Titles! We'll unveil the mystery partner of Dean Sanders, see the drama of the Black family unfold, and witness what is perhaps the purest mortal battle of Good against Evil when Russel "The Muscle" Taylor goes up against Crimson in the main event!

But before all that, we're going to see the Jolly Rogers' hangers-on take on Nicole and Mongo. "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd gives a mild, mixed reaction as Nurse Vivacia, Seaman Staines, and Roger the Cabin Boy make their way out of the backstage entrance. There are a few cheers mixed in there because Nurse Vivacia's attractive, but in general nobody takes these clowns seriously, as well they shouldn't. Nurse Vivacia's dressed to wrestle tonight, in a white halter top and white spandex tights with a red cross on the rear and the medical "staff with serpents coiled around it" symbol on the sides. They come to the ring and climb inside, and Roger the Cabin Boy runs up the turnbuckles and poses on the top for the crowd, but receives only a few boos and dismissive jeers.

But then "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd... well, still doesn't care that much. Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael come out of the backstage entrance to a modest reaction of mixed cheers and boos. The cheers are almost certainly for Nicole, who's wearing a black latex one-piece suit that leaves her arms, thighs, and shoulders bare, and matching black wrestling boots. Mongo, as always, is wearing his Chicago Bears jacket, sunglasses, and trunks with his old football number on them. As he makes his way to the ring, he passes by a camera and yells "AWW YEAH, BABY, WE GONNA KNOCK SOMEBODY OUT!!" and then inexplicably punches the camera, knocking it over and reducing its feed to static! Oh, great! He'd better realize that that's coming out of his paycheck! Mongo takes off his sunglasses and jacket, and they enter the ring! Referee Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

Brendan Powers won't let more than two people stay in the ring, and frighteningly enough he's probably bigger and stronger than everyone in this match except Mongo, so they have to listen to him. Nicole starts off for her team, and Nurse Vivacia will be starting off for hers! Nicole comes forward and locks up with Nurse Vivacia, and Nurse Vivacia quickly grabs her arm and puts on a hammerlock! Nicole screams in pain, then slowly, awkwardly twists out of it and pulls Vivacia into a headlock! Nurse Vivacia backs her into the ropes, then shoots her off into the other side! Nicole comes off the ropes, and Nurse Vivacia knocks her off her feet with a shoulderblock in the middle of the ring!

Nurse Vivacia pulls Nicole up from behind and grabs her waist, but Nicole breaks the waistlock with a back elbow, then counters with a rather clumsy go-behind into her own waistlock! She brings Nurse Vivacia down with a waistlock takedown, then bends her over one of her knees and starts spanking her!! The crowd cheers for that, and Nurse Vivacia cries out and squirms in her grasp... but it doesn't look like she's trying that hard to get away, and the look on her face looks more like a smile than a grimace. After several smacks to Vivacia's butt, she starts to pull her up, but Nurse Vivacia cuts that off with an elbow to the midsection!

Nicole doubles over, and Nurse Vivacia gets up and grabs two handfuls of her hair... AND PULLS HER INTO A KISS!! What the hell!? The crowd cheers loudly again, and Nicole struggles for a few seconds, then seems to give in and embraces Nurse Vivacia! It seems like Nicole is starting to like the kiss... or maybe not, as she steps in and brings a knee up right between Vivacia's legs!! Nurse Vivacia screams and doubles over, and Nicole hooks her head and brings her down with a DDT!! She goes for the cover, and Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Roger the Cabin Boy enters the ring and pulls Nicole off at two!!

Brendan Powers takes exception to that, and begins sending Roger the Cabin Boy back to his corner, but he doesn't want to go! He tries to push his way past Brendan Powers... and Brendan Powers shoves him hard to the mat! Roger the Cabin Boy just had his punk card pulled by the damn referee! But when Nicole goes to pull Nurse Vivacia up, Nurse Vivacia gives her an eye poke, then backs her into her corner with a series of punches and tags in Seaman Staines. Seaman Staines comes in and just roughly shoves Nicole to the mat, then goes for the cover! Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half!

Seaman Staines pulls Nicole up, then backs into the ropes and comes off... but Nicole kicks him in the midsection to stop his momentum, then grabs his hair and pulls him over to her corner, where she bangs his head against the turnbuckle and tags in Mongo! He comes in, roars "AWW YEAH!!" and knocks Seaman Staines down with a big right hand! Seaman Staines starts backing off, begging for mercy, and Mongo hauls him up by the shirt, then tosses him into his own corner! Roger the Cabin Boy tags himself in and rushes Mongo with a big dropkick, but it doesn't even knock him down! Mongo staggers back a few steps, then runs forward and nearly folds Roger the Cabin Boy in half with a big SPEAR!!

Seaman Staines comes back in and starts hammering Mongo across the back with clubbing double axhandle blows, but he's barely fazed! He turns around and grabs Seaman Staines by the hair, then knees him in the gut, scoops him up, and drives him down with the TOMBSTONE!! Seaman Staines is a convulsing pile of flesh on the mat, and that's probably all for him in this match! Roger the Cabin Boy gets back up, but Mongo hauls off and nails him with a big right hand! Roger the Cabin Boy goes flying back, lands on his head and shoulders, flops head over heels with a backward roll onto his belly, and rolls all the way back up to his feet, where he staggers back into the ropes, then keels forward onto the mat! All that, from ONE punch!!

Mongo starts to advance on Roger the Cabin Boy's prone form, but Nurse Vivacia comes up behind him, puts a hand on his shoulder, and pulls him into a kiss when he turns around! Nurse Vivacia's using her feminine wiles to neutralize Mongo, just like she did in the Bikini Contest at Horror Show!! But Nicole steps into the ring and yells "HEY MONGO, LOOK AT ME!!" then quickly tears at several Velcro straps on both sides of her latex outfit, causing it to fall off to the mat!! And underneath, she's only wearing a black thong and two small black patches over her nipples!

The crowd cheers and whistles loudly, and Mongo turns and sees Nicole standing there, almost naked! He tears away from Nurse Vivacia, then howls like a wolf and beats his chest!! He begins jumping up and down, hooting loudly, and when Nurse Vivacia steps back over to his side, he shoves her away! Roger the Cabin Boy's beginning to get up, and Nicole points to him and yells "FINISH HIM!" at Mongo! Mongo eagerly agrees with a goofy smile, then comes from behind Roger the Cabin Boy and grabs him as he stands! He lifts him up in belly-to-back suplex position, then tilts him at a high angle! He's not really going to do it, is he!? Roger the Cabin Boy figures out where he is, and yells "NOOOOOO!!" at the top of his lungs... but Mongo falls back with the MONGO SUPLEX!! GOOD LORD, HE JUST SPIKED ROGER RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD!! Roger the Cabin Boy gets spiked head-first into the canvas, pops straight up into the air like a piece of toast, then lands on the mat and flops around like a decapitated chicken a few times before going limp. Mongo puts one foot on his chest, and Brendan Powers counts as Nicole spears Nurse Vivacia... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! It's over!!

The crowd boos, and Nicole comes forward and puts one hand on Mongo's shoulder, thanking him... but Mongo scoops her up across his chest and begins carrying her backstage, with a goofy grin on his face! Nicole starts squirming and protesting, but Mongo's in a trance, just grinning stupidly as he carries her all the way backstage! The poor goof's no doubt going to be heartbroken when Nicole sets him straight; evidently her standards are somewhat higher than Vivacia's.

Back in the ring, Nurse Vivacia curses and stomps on the mat in frustration, then looks around at Seaman Staines and Roger the Cabin Boy. Both men are completely motionless and laid out! Mongo probably just put them both on the shelf! The Jolly Rogers' henchmen have been laid to waste, and we can only hope that this is the last that we see of these jokers in VCW. Some trainers finally come out and literally haul them away, and Nurse Vivacia heads backstage, muttering angrily to herself. Nicole got her revenge in this match, and Nurse Vivacia will have to lick her own wounds for a change after this defeat.

We're going to move ahead to our next match now. "Lovefool" by the Cardigans begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Stacey Lockman comes out of the backstage entrance, wearing a pink spandex singlet and matching boots, and comes to the ring! She appears to have gained a bit of weight since the last time she put on wrestling attire, but she definitely looks healthy and confident; there's no lingering evidence of the neck injury that nearly paralyzed her this summer. She slaps the hands of some of the fans on the way to the ring, then climbs inside and steps into a corner, where she rolls her head and shoulders, and stretches her legs. She's ready for this match... but given who her opponent is, she really might not need to be. Linda Peterson's without question the smallest and weakest person on the VCW roster, and that's saying something, since Roger the Cabin Boy was just in the last match!

"No Scrubs" by TLC begins playing, and the crowd is confused at first, but then they boo when former VCW referee Linda Peterson comes out of the backstage entrance, wearing a generic pair of black tights and a tight white T-shirt. Hopefully she's given a little more thought to this match than to she has to her ring attire, or this'll be very short and ugly. In all honesty, she has virtually no chance of winning this match and keeping her job tonight, but one would hope she's prepared to at least make an effort. But when she gets to the ring, instead of coming inside right away, she grabs a microphone!

L. Peterson: Hold on, don't start the match yet.

What's she trying to pull here? Stacey Lockman looks at her, puzzled, as she climbs into the ring.

L. Peterson: Stacey, listen. It really doesn't have to come to this. I mean, do me a favor here! My job's at stake, okay? Now, we go way back. We've known each other a long time... like, I was even in high school with you! And we're friends, you know? So you must know that I'd never try to screw your friends over, especially not Ken Collins in the big title match with Lance Errington. Like just NEVER. In such a big match, one that's so totally important to you guys, you know I wouldn't screw YOUR boyfriend like that... right?

Stacey Lockman nods and takes the microphone.

S. Lockman: Linda, you're right. We do go back a long time. We grew up in Beverly Hills, we went to the same high school, and you met my dad and got your job in this company because you knew me. And you know, it's funny how life works, because a few weeks ago I was just talking to some of our classmates from high school, and they were talking to me about old times, back when we were all in class together. And come to find out, what you just said about how you'd never screw my boyfriend... it was bullshit back then, and I'm sure it's bullshit now too.

And Stacey Lockman drops Linda Peterson with a big right hand before she can respond, to a burst of cheers from the crowd!! She tosses the microphone aside, and Harold Brusco enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

Linda Peterson starts to get up, but Stacey Lockman grabs her, whips her into the ropes, and runs off the other side, then takes her down with a jumping kneelift when they meet in the middle! Linda Peterson goes down, and Stacey Lockman scoops her up with relative ease, lifts her, and brings her down shoulder-first on a knee with a shoulderbreaker! Linda Peterson cries out in pain and thrashes around, clutching her shoulder, and the crowd cheers as Stacey Lockman gets up and signals for the California Crossface!!

But someone's coming out of the backstage entrance... Derek Cole!! What's he doing here, if Linda Peterson IS as innocent as she claims!? You have to figure that it's pretty damning proof of her guilt if he interferes on her behalf! The crowd boos his arrival, but inside the ring, Linda Peterson gets up slowly... and Stacey Lockman sweeps her down from behind and brings her down in the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! Linda Peterson screams in pain, but she doesn't even have time to tap out before Derek Cole reaches into the ring, grabs Stacey Lockman's leg, and pulls it, breaking the California Crossface!!

Stacey Lockman gets up and turns to Derek Cole, accusing him of interfering, and Harold Brusco turns to him irately! Derek Cole protests his innocence, but Harold Brusco's taking a hard line, and he orders him to get backstage and not come back!! The crowd cheers, and Derek Cole protests, but Harold Brusco will have none of it! He orders Derek Cole to leave, and Derek Cole has no choice but to start slinking away! But while Harold Brusco's ordering him out, Linda Peterson reaches into her tights and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles! She grabs Stacey Lockman by the shoulder, whirls her around, and NAILS her in the face with the knuckles, then slips them back into her tights! Stacey Lockman goes down, and Linda Peterson covers as Harold Brusco turns around! You've gotta be kidding! The crowd boos loudly as he counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... And only two, before Stacey Lockman kicks out!!

Stacey Lockman's getting up and looking angry, and Linda Peterson looks desperate, then goes into her tights and fishes out the knuckles! In plain view of Harold Brusco, she takes a swing at Stacey with the knuckles... but Stacey blocks, catches her arm, and pulls her down into the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! The crowd erupts!! Linda Peterson's in the California Crossface, with no help in sight, and she taps out immediately!! Stacey Lockman wins!!

Stacey Lockman keeps the hold applied for just one extra second, then gets up and raises her hands in victory as the crowd cheers! Linda Peterson is now officially FIRED as a VCW referee, and it's pretty clear that Derek Cole wouldn't have intervened on her behalf if she had been innocent of the accusations! Thanks to Stacey Lockman, Linda Peterson's guilt has been proven, and now she's gone! She rolls out of the ring, clutching her shoulder and sniveling pitifully as she staggers backstage. Back in the ring, Stacey Lockman poses on one of the second turnbuckles, then goes around and slaps hands with some of the fans at ringside before she makes her way backstage at well. With Linda Peterson gone, at least some small degree of justice can return to VCW's refereeing system.

Up next we have a first here in VCW, a Bag of Gold on a Pole Match. "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS hits the arena sound system, as "Dastardly" Dave Adams and Tom Guycot make their way down to the ring, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia. They'll be looking to remedy their recent financial woes tonight by claiming the bag of gold. They receive a mixed reaction, getting mostly boos, but with a few cheers and catcalls mixed in for Nurse Vivacia, who has changed out of her wrestling attire, and is wearing her usual slutty nurse outfit. Seaman Staines and Roger the Cabin Boy are understandably absent after the pummeling they suffered at the hands of Steve McMichael earlier in the show.

"What'chu Lookin' At?" by Uncle Kracker begins to play, signaling the arrival of the men who would like to get the gold for themselves, Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera. They have cocky looks on their faces as they saunter down to the ring. Brian Rivera's ring attire consists of a pair of faded jean cutoffs and a long, shiny yellow coat, and one can almost be certain that he's already thinking about all the "bling" he can purchase with his share of the treasure, should he and Marylin Silvera be victorious. The ring crew finishes erecting the steel pole and hanging the loot, and Bobcat McGavin signals for the match to begin.

Jolly Rogers
w/Nurse Vivacia

Dave Adams tries to get the jump on his opponents by immediately rushing over to the pole and attempting to scale it, but Marylin Silvera cuts off his attempt to cut the match short, and the two of them begin brawling near the pole. Meanwhile, Tom Guycot squares off with Brian Rivera on the other side of the ring. Tom Guycot tries to nail Brian Rivera with a Tomahawk chop, but Brian Rivera ducks, and counters with a mean right hand. Tom Guycot again throws a Tomahawk chop at Brian Rivera, but he ducks a second time, and pops Tom Guycot with another hard right to the jaw. Tom Guycot is nothing if not persistent, and tries yet another Tomahawk chop, which Rivera counters with a powerful roundhouse right that knocks Tom Guycot on his backside.

Tom Guycot scrambles back up to his feet, and makes one last ditch effort to connect with a Tomahawk chop, but Brian Rivera once again evades the blow, and hits Tom Guycot with a series of lefts, then does a stupid jiggy dance before wiping out Tom Guycot with yet another big right hand. Tom Guycot gets back up, looking groggy, and throws his arms up in front of his face to defend himself. Tom Guycot is protecting his head against further blows like a turtle that has retreated into its shell... then he charges at Brian Rivera, and flips himself forward so he crashes back-first into his off-guard opponent! Tom Guycot just improvised some kind of standing senton-type attack, and succeeded in taking down Brian Rivera with it.

Elsewhere, Dave Adams whips Marylin Silvera into the ropes, and gives him a big backdrop. Dave Adams picks his opponent up off the mat, and drops him across his extended knee with a backbreaker. He then begins to ascend the turnbuckle, once again looking to get his hands on the gold. Marylin Silvera is too tough to stay down for long, though, and catches Dave Adams before he can get to the top turnbuckle. Marylin Silvera gives Dave Adams a vicious back-rake, then steps up onto the first turnbuckle, and hooks an arm around Dave Adams' waist... belly-to-back suplex off the middle turnbuckle! Marylin Silvera thwarted Dave Adams' second attempt to retrieve the gold, and now he has an opportunity to get the prize himself. Marylin Silvera returns to the corner, but instead of ascending the turnbuckle so he can begin to climb the pole and get the gold, he just stands there looking up at the steel pole erected in the corner with some kind of strange glimmer in his eye. Oh, come on...

Much to the discomfort of everyone looking on, Marylin Silvera licks his lips, and reaches out to stroke the steel pole with his right hand. Before things can get any more disturbing, Dave Adams sneaks up behind him, and puts him in a waistlock. Marylin Silvera reacts quickly, slipping out of the waistlock and putting Dave Adams in a waistlock of his own. Dave Adams yelps, obviously uncomfortable at being clutched from behind by a man who was just looking lovingly at a large piece of steel. He struggles against the waistlock for a few seconds, then lunges forward and drops to the mat, sending Marylin Silvera head-first into the top turnbuckle. Marylin Silvera slumps down to the canvas, and Dave Adams gets back up, then begins putting the boots to him, still looking a little freaked out by that last exchange.

Back on the other side of the ring, Brian Rivera boots Tom Guycot in the midsection, then hooks him in a front chancery, and takes him down with a vertical suplex. He starts to climb the turnbuckle, perhaps setting up his flying legdrop. Before he can make it all the way up, Nurse Vivacia jumps onto the ring apron, and pushes him off the turnbuckle. Brian Rivera stands up, and starts to argue with Nurse Vivacia. Behind him, Tom Guycot is pulling himself up to his feet... Tom Guycot charges at Brian Rivera, but Brian Rivera steps out of the way, and Tom Guycot crashes into Nurse Vivacia, sending her down to the floor and him to the mat.

Brian Rivera smirks, and points to his head, as if to say "I used my brain to outsmart them". Unfortunately, while he's showboating his intelligence, Tom Guycot crawls up behind Brian Rivera, and nails him with a low-blow. Brian Rivera doubles over in pain, as Tom Guycot gets back up. Tom Guycot spins the still bent-over Brian Rivera around, and takes him down with a jawbreaker. Tom Guycot then points to his... neck?! Instead of pointing to his head like a normal individual, Tom Guycot seems to be indicating that he used his NECK to lull Brian Rivera into a false sense of security. What a weird guy. Tom Guycot hauls Brian Rivera up off the canvas, and tosses him out of the ring.

Elsewhere, Marylin Silvera has Dave Adams trapped in a Boston crab. Tom Guycot sneaks up behind Marylin Silvera, and nails him with Tomahawk chop from behind. Marylin Silvera releases the Boston crab, and stumbles forward. A second Tomahawk chop drives Marylin Silvera down to his knees. Tom Guycot runs into the ropes, bounces off, and comes back with a third Tomahawk chop, sending Marylin Silvera all the way down to the canvas. Tom Guycot heads to the corner with the pole, and begins to ascend the turnbuckle. Marylin Silvera gets back up, runs over to the corner, and hits Tom Guycot from behind with a double ax-handle. Tom Guycot, perched on the top turnbuckle, turns himself around so he can fend off Marylin Silvera's assault. Meanwhile, Dave Adams gets back up, and heads over to the corner to give Tom Guycot a hand... but before he gets there, Marylin Silvera grabs Tom Guycot, and pitches him off the top turnbuckle, into Dave Adams! The Jolly Rogers go down in a heap!

After a few seconds, Dave Adams manages to disentangle himself from Tom Guycot, and stands up. Marylin Silvera gives him a facerake, and whips him into the ropes. Dave Adams comes back with a clothesline, but Marylin Silvera ducks, and when Dave Adams bounces off the opposite set of ropes, Brian Rivera reaches into the ring and pulls him out by the legs! Dave Adams tries to punch Brian Rivera, but Brian Rivera blocks, and responds with a big roundhouse right of his own, causing Dave Adams to stagger back a few steps. Brian Rivera presses his advantage, decking Dave Adams with a few more punches. He then grabs Dave Adams by his curly hair, and slams his head against the ringsteps. Nurse Vivacia comes up behind Brian Rivera, and taps him on the back to get his attention. Brian Rivera turns around, and Nurse Vivacia hikes up her already short skirt, providing enough of a distraction for Dave Adams to recover, and clobber Brian Rivera from behind with a double ax-handle. Dave Adams then takes Brian Rivera head-first into the ringside guardrail.

Inside the ring, Marylin Silvera hits Tom Guycot with a kick to the midsection, then gives him a snapmare. Tom Guycot stands up, so Marylin Silvera kicks him in the butt, causing him to jump. Tom Guycot wheels around angrily, grabs Marylin Silvera, and whips him into the ropes. Marylin Silvera comes back, slides between Tom Guycot's legs, then stands up, and gives him a second kick to the butt. Incensed, Tom Guycot charges at Marylin Silvera, but Marylin Silvera counters with a drop-toe hold, stands up, and gives Tom Guycot a series of elbowdrops to the butt. Bobcat McGavin looks on with an expression of sincere bewilderment, as Marylin Silvera runs into the ropes, and hits Tom Guycot a fistdrop to the buttocks. It seems, for whatever bizarre reason, that Marylin Silvera has decided to make the gluteus maximus of Tom Guycot the central focus of his attack.

Clutching his rear in pain, Tom Guycot stands up. Marylin Silvera slips behind him, and gives him an atomic drop. Tom Guycot staggers forward, then turns and tries to give Marylin Silvera a dropkick, but Marylin Silvera misses and Tom Guycot lands squarely on his butt. Marylin Silvera rolls Tom Guycot over onto his stomach, stops up and down his fallen form, then runs into the ropes... EARTHQUAKE VERTICAL SPLASH TO THE BUTT OF TOM GUYCOT! Poor Tom Guycot howls in pain, as Marylin Silvera just jumped on his sore backside with all his weight. Marylin Silvera seems to have succeeded in damaging Tom Guycot's butt... but for what purpose? He couldn't possible be setting up a submission hold with this nonsense, could he?

Marylin Silvera pulls Tom Guycot back up to his feet, and Tom Guycot catches him with a quick poke to the eyes. He then grabs Marylin Silvera, and picks him up... into an airplane spin! Tom Guycot spins Marylin Silvera around for a while, before getting dizzy and falling down. Tom Guycot pulls himself back up off the canvas, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle... flying sitdown splash! But Marylin Silvera rolls away, and Tom Guycot lands butt-first on the canvas! That move isn't even part of Tom Guycot's usual arsenal, why would he try it with his rear-end in the condition it's in? Perhaps the airplane spin disoriented him more than usual. Marylin Silvera stands, rolls Tom Guycot over onto his stomach, lifts up both of Tom Guycot's legs and tucks them under his arms... then plants a foot on Tom Guycot's butt, and begins grinding the heel of his wrestling boot down into Tom Guycot's gluteus maximus! Apparently, Marylin Silvera actually was setting up a submission maneuver by working over Tom Guycot's butt!

Tom Guycot begins tapping out, but it doesn't matter because this match can only end by retrieving the bag of gold! Bobcat McGavin informs Tom Guycot of this, so he begins howling "MEDIC! MEDIC!" instead. Nurse Vivacia responds by sliding into the ring. She tries to pull Marylin Silvera off Tom Guycot, but to no avail. In an act of sheer desperation, Nurse Vivacia grabs Marylin Silvera, and kisses him right on the mouth! Marylin Silvera immediately releases his grip on Tom Guycot's legs so he can use his hands to shove her away, and now Marylin Silvera and Nurse Vivacia are spitting and wiping their mouths, with looks of abject disgust on both their faces!

On the floor, Brian Rivera whips Dave Adams into the ringside guardrail. He then tries to charge in after Dave Adams with a splash against the rail, but Dave Adams counters with a backdrop, sending Brian Rivera tumbling into the first row of the crowd. Dave Adams slides back into the ring, and sneaks up behind Marylin Silvera, spins him around, and boots him in the midsection... Doctor's Orders! No! Marylin Silvera elbows his way out of it, and counters with a DDT! Tom Guycot stands up, and tries to sneak up behind Marylin Silvera, but Brian Rivera hops the guardrail, slides back into the ring, and cuts him short with a low blow from behind! Brian Rivera grabs Tom Guycot... and gives him the Bitch Slap! Marylin Silvera tosses Nurse Vivacia from the ring, as Brian Rivera ascends the turnbuckle, then begins to climb the pole... he's within grabbing distance of the bag of gold... he's got it! Brian Rivera recovers the bag of gold to win the match!

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera celebrate in the middle of the ring after the match, and get a fair number of cheers from the crowd. Dave Adams tries to struggle back up to his feet, but Brian Rivera bops him over the head with the bag of gold, sending him back down to the canvas. Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera then exit the ring, and make their way to the back, with Brian Rivera holding the bag of gold high over his head as he celebrates this victory. With some assistance from Nurse Vivacia, the Jolly Rogers make their way to their feet after a few seconds and slink away in defeat as well.

We're going to keep the action coming! "Tziganne" by Bozzio, Levin, and Stevens begins playing, and the crowd boos as Jockey Oldcastle and Monty Pompous, the Knights of the Squared Circle, make their way to the ring! They're grinning and strutting, full of confidence as they make their way to the ring, but their confidence may be premature. While Monty Pompous is still undefeated, Jockey Oldcastle was beaten last Monday in a match against Dean Sanders, which proved that in the proper circumstances, Dean Sanders can get the better of them! Tonight, he'll have a mystery partner at his side to face both of them, and it's a safe bet that Dean Sanders wouldn't pick a loser. Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle enter the ring, and Monty Pompous grabs a microphone.

M. Pompous: Tonight, you may bear witness to the ultimate defeat of Dean Sanders, in which we give him such a drubbing that he shall never show his face henceforth. It matters little who his teammate is, and yet for the satisfaction of my own curiosity, I would know who the other poor player in this mismatched comedy shall be. Who is it? Who else will fall before the might of the Knights of the Squared Circle?

Jockey Oldcastle takes the microphone and surveys the crowd, which is booing and heckling them loudly.

J. Oldcastle: So? Who is it, then? What is the name of the fool who will take measure of his length upon the ground?

Jockey Oldcastle turns and points at one Hispanic fan heckling him from the sidelines.

J. Oldcastle: Is it you, bully Mexican? I should hope our opponent would be more worthy than you. Your people once had an empire with a hundred thousand soldiers, and the whole thing was conquered by a few dozen Europeans. Your wrestlers are so pathetic that they wear masks so that nobody will know their true identities and know the shame of their incompetence!

The crowd boos loudly, and a few pieces of trash fly into the ring. The Knights of the Squared Circle aren't endearing themselves to the crowd... but Dean Sanders just stepped out of the backstage entrance, and he's holding a microphone!

D. Sanders: All right, lads. You want to meet my tag team partner? We'll drag you sorry bastards all the way down to Hell and leave you there.

Who... wait just a second! "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath just started up over the arena sound system!! The crowd cheers, and Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle exchange a brief glance of dread, just before DEVACCIO POLA steps out of the backstage entrance! He's shirtless and wearing a pair of dark gray pants tucked into a pair of black combat boots, and he bares his teeth and points into the ring at Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle as he and Dean Sanders start advancing on them! They slide into the ring, and the Knights of the Squared Circle start attacking them immediately as Jerry Rogers calls for the bell to begin this match!

Dean Sanders gets up under a barrage of stomps and forearm smashes from Monty Pompous, then begins slugging it out with him, but Devaccio Pola completely ignores all of Jockey Oldcastle's clumsy kicks and clubbing blows and bolts to his feet! Jockey Oldcastle draws back and hits him with a big right hand, knocking him down, but Devaccio Pola just bolts right back up again, gets right in his face, and bellows "BAAAAAAAAHHH!!" at the top of his lungs like an enraged monster! Jockey Oldcastle actually backpedals a few steps, psyched out, and Devaccio Pola kicks him HARD square in the face! Jockey Oldcastle teeters back into the ropes, and Devaccio Pola steps forward and blasts him with two stiff kicks to the thigh, then a kick to the side, and a kick to the opposite thigh! Jockey Oldcastle bellows in pain, and Jerry Rogers actually comes over to try to get Devaccio Pola off of him!

At the opposite side of the ring, Dean Sanders has taken the upper hand over Monty Pompous and is hammering him with quick, sharp combination punches, but Monty Pompous cuts him off with an eye gouge, then kicks him in the crotch and pulls him into a standing headscissors! By now Devaccio Pola and Jockey Oldcastle have been sent to their respective corners anyway, so Jerry Rogers turns around just in time to see Monty Pompous lift Dean Sanders up into position, then fling him down with a CRUCIFIX POWER BOMB!! Monty Pompous grins for a second, then covers, and Jerry Rogers goes down and counts the pin... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half by Dean Sanders!

Dean Sanders is in a bad way right off the bat, thanks to that eye gouge and kick to the groin by Monty Pompous. Monty Pompous scoops him up and brings him down across a knee with a backbreaker, then steps back to smooth out his hair and brush off his arms and chest. Dean Sanders starts to get up, but he's looking the wrong way, and Monty Pompous clubs him in the back with a forearm, then whirls him around and whips him into a neutral corner! Dean Sanders hits the turnbuckles and staggers out, and Monty Pompous rushes forward and takes him off his feet with a big dropkick! He gets up and poses for the crowd, but instead of adulation and cheers, he gets a modest round of boos.

Monty Pompous gets up and pulls Dean Sanders to his feet again, then drags him to his corner and tags Jockey Oldcastle! Oldcastle lowers his head slightly, and Monty Pompous draws Dean Sanders's head back... and rams him face-first into Jockey Oldcastle's skull! Dean Sanders falls back and lands on the mat, clutching his face, and Jockey Oldcastle steps in to continue the assault. Ramming your opponent head-first into your partner is certainly a unique tactic, but it seems to have worked this time.

Jockey Oldcastle scoops Dean Sanders up and drives him to the mat with a big bodyslam, then slowly walks around in the ring, surveying the match. The Knights of the Squared Circle are clearly in control, and Jockey Oldcastle seems to be slowing the match down to a glacial pace in order to suit his own gross lack of athleticism and stamina. After maybe a dozen seconds, he finally leans back on the ropes, then comes forward with a few lumbering steps and falls on Dean Sanders with a huge ELBOWDROP!! Jockey Oldcastle just blasted Dean Sanders with a four hundred pound elbow, and now he covers and hooks the leg! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Dean Sanders!

Jockey Oldcastle gets up, hauls Dean Sanders up by the neck, and tosses him into his corner. Dean Sanders slumps against the turnbuckles, and Jockey Oldcastle takes a lumbering run at him and crushes him in the corner with a huge AVALANCHE! Dean Sanders staggers out and falls face-first to the canvas, and Jockey Oldcastle tags in Monty Pompous. Monty Pompous hauls Dean Sanders up and grabs him by the throat, then lifts for a chokeslam... but Dean Sanders cuts that off with a kick to the midsection! Monty Pompous doubles over, and Dean Sanders grabs the arm at his throat and twists it out at the side of Monty Pompous, then drives an elbow into it! Monty Pompous yells out in pain, but then recovers his bearings enough to drop down and roll forward to release the pressure, then pops up to his feet... and Dean Sanders cuts him down with a big LARIAT!!

Dean Sanders tags Devaccio Pola, then whips Monty Pompous to the ropes! Monty Pompous comes off, and Dean Sanders hoists him up in an elevated bearhug-type position... and Devaccio Pola leaps to the top rope, then springs off of it and nearly decapitates Monty Pompous with a SPRINGBOARD SPINNING LEG LARIAT!! Monty Pompous collapses to a heap in the middle of the ring, and Dean Sanders steps out. Devaccio Pola grabs a double handful of Monty Pompous's hair, yells "GET YOUR ASS UP!" and pulls him to his feet, then doubles him over with a kick to the midsection! He backs up a step, then springs forward with the GUILLOTINE KICK!! But somehow, Monty Pompous has the wherewithal to pull back, and Devaccio Pola misses, wiping out on his butt! He starts to get up, and Monty Pompous charges forward and runs him over with a clothesline!

Monty Pompous clobbers Devaccio Pola with a few forearms as he starts to get up, then lifts him and gives him an inverted atomic drop! That stuns Devaccio Pola, and Monty Pompous runs into the ropes, then comes off and springs into the air to take Devaccio Pola down with a high cross body! He stays on top and hooks a leg, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Devaccio Pola! Angered, Monty Pompous grabs his leg again and cinches down more tightly on the pin, and Jerry Rogers counts again... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Again, Devaccio Pola kicks out at two!

Monty Pompous pulls Devaccio Pola up into a standing headscissors, clubs him in the back with a forearm for good measure, then grabs him and lifts for a power bomb, but Devaccio Pola counters it with a SITDOWN FACESLAM!! Monty Pompous's face bounces off of the canvas and he flops over on his back, then starts to get up, but Devaccio Pola's up first, and he pelts Monty Pompous with some loud, stinging kicks to the legs and midsection! Monty Pompous staggers back, and Devaccio Pola grabs him and whips him into a neutral corner! Monty Pompous hits the turnbuckles back-first, then staggers out, and Devaccio Pola measures him carefully, then lunges forward and kicks him SQUARE IN THE FACE!!

Monty Pompous topples to the canvas and rolls out of the ring, where Jockey Oldcastle goes to comfort him. But though he's on his feet, Monty Pompous is just staring straight ahead, with a glassy look in his eyes. Jockey Oldcastle waves a hand in front of his face, but gets no reaction. Monty Pompous has been knocked silly! Jockey Oldcastle looks worried, and in desperation he grabs a bucket of ice water from the timekeeper's table and splashes it over Monty Pompous! Monty Pompous seems to come to his senses, and the camera is in close enough to hear him say "Thank you, old friend" as he gives Jockey Oldcastle a hug... but inside the ring, Devaccio Pola has seen enough, and he runs, springs up on the top rope, and leaps out onto both of them with a SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR!! All three men go down in a heap, and they knock down the nearby cameraman in the process!

The view shifts to a different camera that comes in to see Devaccio Pola crouched over Jockey Oldcastle, raining down a series of punches on his face. But behind him, Monty Pompous gets up, grabs Devaccio Pola by the hair, and hauls him to his feet! Monty Pompous tries to ram Devaccio Pola head-first into the ring apron, but Devaccio Pola blocks, catches Pompous with an elbow to the ribs, then grabs him and takes HIM head-first into the ring apron instead! Monty Pompous slumps forward, and Devaccio Pola rolls him into the ring, then grabs the now-empty plastic bucket and climbs into the ring with it as well!

Monty Pompous starts to get up, but Devaccio Pola puts the plastic bucket over his head, then opens up with stiff kicks to the back, abdomen, and legs of Monty Pompous as he staggers around blindly with the bucket on his head! What's worse, the handle of the bucket seems to have somehow dipped under Monty Pompous's prominent jaw, and now it's acting as a makeshift chinstrap to keep the bucket on his head! He staggers forward, and Devaccio Pola scoops him up and bodyslams him, then steps out to the apron! Monty Pompous is down, with a bucket over his head, and Devaccio Pola comes off the top turnbuckle with a FLYING LEGDROP ON THE BUCKET!! The plastic of the bucket caves in somewhat, and Monty Pompous thrashes around on the mat before Devaccio Pola covers him and hooks a leg for the pin! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half!

Devaccio Pola grabs Monty Pompous and tries to pull him up, but Monty Pompous catches him with an elbow shot to the midsection, then gropes around frantically for a second before taking a double handful of his hair and flinging him down with a snap mare! Jerry Rogers admonishes him for the hair pull, but Monty Pompous bellows "I'VE TROUBLES OF MY OWN, GOOD SIR! CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT I'VE A BUCKET ON MY HEAD!?" and Jerry Rogers shrugs and backs off. He does have a point, in a way. But Jockey Oldcastle shouts "OVER HERE! TAG ME IN, MONTY!" and Monty Pompous looks to the corner, then begins slowly advancing on the direction from which he heard his partner's voice! Blinded by the bucket stuck on his head, he's going to make the tag!

Dean Sanders sees what's going on, and he quickly drops off the apron and runs all the way around the ring to the other side, where he pulls Jockey Oldcastle off of the apron and takes him head-first into the steel ringpost! Jockey Oldcastle crumples to a heap on the floor, and Dean Sanders jumps up in his spot in the corner, then starts slapping the top turnbuckle and stomping his feet as he leans out for the tag! Monty Pompous staggers in his direction, with the bucket on his head... and makes the tag! Dean Sanders comes in and stomps his feet rapidly as he pumps his fists, like a wrestler who's all fired up and finally coming in off a hot tag... and then he just turns and mashes the bucket into Monty Pompous's face with a hard LARIAT!!

The crowd cheers, but Jerry Rogers isn't amused, and he begins telling Dean Sanders that the tag was illegal and sending him back to his corner! As he does, Devaccio Pola grabs Monty Pompous and starts to pull him up... but behind the referee's back, Monty Pompous hits Devaccio Pola with a LOW BLOW!! The crowd boos, and Devaccio Pola crumples to the canvas, curled up in pain. Monty Pompous staggers to his corner, yelling for Jockey Oldcastle, and Oldcastle finally pulls himself up off of the floor and gets up to the apron!

A camera comes in close enough to hear Monty Pompous yell "GET THIS CONFOUNDED BUCKET OFF MY HEAD! IT'S STUCK!!" and Jockey Oldcastle grabs the bucket and starts pulling sharply on it! Monty Pompous also puts his hands on the bucket and begins pushing, and they're a rather pathetic sight, struggling to get a flimsy plastic bucket unstuck from Monty Pompous's head. Evidently they don't seem to realize that the handle to the bucket is tucked under his jaw, holding it on. Finally, the flimsy handle comes out on one side, suddenly freeing Monty Pompous, but it also causes Jockey Oldcastle to fall off of the apron and land butt-first on the arena floor, and Monty Pompous to stagger back... right into Devaccio Pola! Devaccio Pola pulls his trunks down in back to roll him up, showing some pretty pronounced tan lines on his posterior, and keeps the pin applied with a handful of tights as Jerry Rogers goes down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout at two and three-quarters! Devaccio Pola almost had it there!

Monty Pompous bolts to his feet, still with his butt hanging out of his trunks, and charges Devaccio Pola with an enraged clothesline, but Devaccio Pola brings him down with a drop-toe hold that makes him fall chest-first on the second rope! Devaccio Pola takes off his own belt, goes over to Monty Pompous, and whips him hard across his exposed posterior! The crowd cheers, and Monty Pompous writhes around in pain, so Devaccio Pola draws back the belt and whips him again!! Jerry Rogers takes the belt out of his hands, warning him... and Devaccio Pola just reaches down, grabs Jerry Rogers's belt, and pulls it off of him with a sharp tug! Jerry Rogers protests indignantly, but Devaccio Pola uses that belt now to whip Monty Pompous across the bare backside again!!

Jerry Rogers jerks the belt away from Devaccio Pola, lecturing him angrily for several seconds, then goes to put it back on... but as he's fumbling with his belt, Devaccio Pola rushes Jockey Oldcastle and stuns him with a sudden punch, then grabs his belt and pulls it off!! Jockey Oldcastle roars in outrage, and his gray wool breeches fall down, exposing a massive pair of white boxer shorts with bright red hearts on them! The crowd starts laughing and taunting him, and Jockey Oldcastle pulls up his pants, then steps off of the apron and begins lecturing the crowd angrily! But as he does, he raises his hands to point at them and wag a finger disapprovingly, and when he does he lets go of his pants and they fall down again, showing those ridiculous boxer shorts to a renewed burst of ridicule!

Meanwhile, in the ring, Monty Pompous is up, and angry, but Devaccio Pola just throws Jockey Oldcastle's massive belt to him! Monty Pompous grabs it, and draws it back to whip Devaccio Pola fiercely... but just then, Jerry Rogers has finished putting his own belt back on, and he turns back to the match just in time to see Monty Pompous draw back the belt in preparation to hit Devaccio Pola! He grabs the belt away from Monty Pompous, lecturing him angrily now, and Monty Pompous turns to argue with him! But his back is turned to Devaccio Pola, and Devaccio Pola measures him, then lets him have it with a BRUTALLY stiff kick right on his still-exposed butt!!

Monty Pompous cries out in pain in a surprisingly high voice and begins hopping up and down, cupping his hands to the reddening cheeks of his posterior. Finally, he turns around, right into a kick to the midsection! He doubles over, and Devaccio Pola steps back and nails him with the GUILLOTINE KICK!! Monty Pompous crumples to the mat, and that'll probably be all! But on the outside, a pantsless Jockey Oldcastle reaches in and pulls his partner out of the ring! The crowd boos, and when Devaccio Pola turns over for the cover, he finds Monty Pompous isn't there!

Jockey Oldcastle stops to confer with Monty Pompous a little bit, and they seem to reach some sort of decision. They wave scornfully in the direction of the ring, as if dismissing it, and begin heading up the aisle! They've been made fools of for the majority of this match, and now they're taking a walk on it! However, for some reason, Monty Pompous still doesn't seem to have the presence of mind to pull up his trunks in the back. The crowd boos loudly, and Dean Sanders and Devaccio Pola exchange an incredulous stare, then head out of the ring and run up the aisle to attack them!

Devaccio Pola dropkicks Jockey Oldcastle in the back, sending him crumpling down to his hands and knees, then starts kicking him repeatedly! Meanwhile, Dean Sanders grabs Monty Pompous by the hair and drags him back to ringside, ramming him head-first into the steel ringsteps! Jerry Rogers is counting everybody out, but Dean Sanders and Devaccio Pola seem too caught up in the brawl to take proper note! Devaccio Pola puts Jockey Oldcastle in a scorpion deathlock halfway up the ramp, and he struggles wildly, then begins tapping out!!

Meanwhile, at ringside, Dean Sanders seems to notice Jerry Rogers's count, and he rolls Monty Pompous back into the ring, then climbs in with him! He puts him in a standing headscissors, lifts, and drives him down with a massive POWER BOMB!! The crowd explodes into cheers! Jockey Oldcastle is trapped halfway up the aisle in the scorpion deathlock, and Dean Sanders just flattened Monty Pompous in the ring! Dean Sanders covers Monty Pompous, but then he looks up and sees that Jerry Rogers is still counting Devaccio Pola out! Devaccio Pola's the legal man in this match, NOT Dean Sanders! A camera close-up sees Dean Sanders mouth the words "Oh SHIT..." as he recalls that fact, just before Jerry Rogers's count finishes! Monty Pompous remains undefeated, with a countout win over Devaccio Pola!!

Devaccio Pola doesn't even seem to notice on the outside... he's just intent on cranking back on the scorpion deathlock! Dean Sanders rolls out of the ring and begins telling him, trying to explain they just lost the match, and at that Devaccio Pola snaps out of it and releases the scorpion deathlock. As Dean Sanders continues explaining to Devaccio Pola, Jockey Oldcastle crawls on his hands and knees in those stupid boxer shorts down the ramp, then manages to pull himself up after a bit, grab his pants, and climb back into the ring. Monty Pompous also gets up, dazed, with his trunks STILL pulled down in back. He grabs the bucket that was stuck on his head and stares at it with disgust for a second, then drops it and calls for a microphone.

M. Pompous: Don't you think we'll be satisfied with this meager count-out victory for one second, you bold and saucy villains! I have NEVER been so humiliated as this in all my life!

Dean Sanders and Devaccio Pola look back into the ring, where Monty Pompous is staring out at them irately! Jockey Oldcastle looks down, sees that his partner's trunks are still down in back, and tries to alert him to this fact by tapping him on the shoulder, but Monty Pompous brushes him off.

M. Pompous: Not now, valiant comrade. This is important. As I was saying... how DARE you two miscreants treat me like this! To be sure, I have won the match, but you've left me bereft of any shred of dignity whatsoever! I absolutely fail to see how my miserable situation could get any worse!

Monty Pompous stomps his foot on the mat in frustration, but then looks down and sees that Jockey Oldcastle is standing around in his boxer shorts, holding his trousers wadded up in his hands.

M. Pompous: And you! You're not helping a bit, standing there in your skivvies like some Arizona junior varsity cheerleader trying to convince her father to give her an extra twenty dollars! What's wrong with you, my good man!? Have some decency! Put your clothes on this instant!

Jockey Oldcastle backs up, trying to explain that Monty Pompous's trunks are down in the back showing his butt, but as he talks, Devaccio Pola slides into the ring behind Monty Pompous! He grabs his trunks at the sides, and as Monty Pompous stumbles and falls forward, Devaccio Pola pulls his trunks down around his ankles with a sharp tug, then yanks them off completely and slides out of the ring with them (though, perhaps fortunately, his modesty is preserved by the fact that he's face-down on the mat)! The crowd laughs, and Monty Pompous roars in outrage, then reaches up from the mat and snatches Jockey Oldcastle's pants away, holding them in front of his crotch as he begins to get up. Those keep him from being indecently exposed in the front quite well; with that elephantine pair of pants, you could probably cover up TWO Monty Pompouses. Monty Pompous grabs the microphone with his other hand, as he holds the wadded up pants in front of himself with one hand...

M. Pompous: This is an outrage! This is intolerable! To treat a gentleman of my station with such disrespect and disregard! I'll have you flogged for this, you miserable son of a bitch!!

He's red-faced and angry, but Devaccio Pola just grins, puts Monty Pompous's trunks on over his own pants, and then does a stupid little dance in them, before he starts laughing at Monty Pompous and pointing! Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle are both staring at him, enraged... but Dean Sanders slides into the ring behind them, rushes Monty Pompous from behind, and drills him in the back of the head with a lariat! Monty Pompous falls face-down on the mat again, and Dean Sanders grabs Jockey Oldcastle's bundled up pants, pulls them out from under him, and slides out of the ring with them! Again, fortunately, the fact that Monty Pompous is face-down on the mat preserves some degree of decency. Monty reaches out and grabs the battered bucket that was once placed over his head, and now manages to keep from indecently exposing himself by holding THAT pressed in front of his private parts as he stands up! The crowd's laughing, and Monty Pompous is outraged as he grabs the microphone with his other hand again...

M. Pompous: Jockey, get a chair! Get a chair RIGHT NOW!!

Jockey Oldcastle leaves the ring and grabs a chair. Devaccio Pola makes a motion like he's going to slide into the ring, and Monty Pompous jumps back in fright, but Jockey Oldcastle reenters the ring, carrying a steel chair. Monty Pompous is nearly hoarse as he shouts at them now...

M. Pompous: You miserable lily-livered thrice-damned scurvy-valiant codpiece-licking blackguards!! You want to try that again!? Come on, try! Drag your pathetic arse into this ring and try that again, and Jockey Oldcastle will BASH YOUR DAMNABLE SKULL IN!!

He's furious... but Devaccio Pola takes the challenge and slides into the ring! Jockey Oldcastle raises the chair to swing, but Devaccio Pola kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over, then runs forward and grabs at the bucket! Monty Pompous manages to hold onto it long enough to reach out with his other hand and grab Jockey Oldcastle's chair, then pull that in front of himself to preserve his modesty just before the bucket is wrenched away!!

Monty Pompous turns and curses loudly at Devaccio Pola... but then Dean Sanders comes in from behind and grabs the chair! As he loses his grip on the chair, Monty Pompous has the presence of mind to dart behind Jockey Oldcastle so that Oldcastle is standing directly in front of him, blocking everyone's view!! And to make sure that there is no gap through which people could catch an X-rated glimpse of him, he jumps on Jockey Oldcastle's back and presses up close against him!

Jockey Oldcastle loudly bellows in protest, and begins staggering around and trying to shake Monty Pompous loose! He doesn't seem to like having another man's naked crotch pressed into his back! Monty Pompous yells "JUST CARRY ME OUT OF HERE, YOU GREAT NUMBSKULL!!" at him, and Jockey Oldcastle somehow manages to stumble over to the ropes and climb out of the ring without dumping Monty Pompous or falling over. Considering that's quite a feat for him even when he doesn't have somebody on his back, you've gotta give him credit.

Jockey Oldcastle begins staggering up the entrance ramp with a more-or-less nude Monty Pompous riding piggyback on his back, and the crowd's pelting them with garbage the whole way! And then Dean Sanders grabs Jockey Oldcastle's discarded belt and comes up behind them, then begins whipping Monty Pompous in the back with it as Jockey Oldcastle makes his slow, plodding progress up the ramp! Monty Pompous roars in pain and yells "FASTER, YOU BIG SLOW OX! FASTER!" and, huffing and puffing, Jockey Oldcastle continues his ignoble trek up the ramp, with Monty Pompous on his back, and Dean Sanders advancing behind him and whipping Monty Pompous the whole way.

Finally, they disappear backstage like this, out of the sight of the crowd. What a bizarre turn of events that was! The Knights of the Squared Circle were just utterly humiliated back there!! We already know, based on what Monty Pompous said, that they'll want revenge, and that was before he was forced to make several desperate and unlikely maneuvers to prevent his genitals from being seen live on pay-per-view! After that humiliating fiasco, he's even more furious! And to think... he WON that match!

Before we go on to our next match, we're going to take a look backstage at "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn. They have a match coming up against Komachi and Virginia, and it's been speculated that they--especially Heather Dannon--might not be in top condition after the heinous attack a few weeks ago. Let's look in and see if we can get any insight!

Heather Dannon is sitting at a table in a dining hall. She's watching a monitor backstage, and smiling and laughing, as Pauline Vietjohn stretches on the floor. Pauline is sitting with her legs spread at her sides almost a hundred and eighty degrees, and alternately stretching over to reach out and grab the toes of each foot. Quinn Harper is sitting at a nearby table as well, taping his wrists.

H. Dannon: Did you see that, Pauline! Monty Pompous's butt was showing, and Dean Sanders was hitting him with a belt! And I mean, Monty's kind of cute and all, but that's not the best part, because they kept taking his clothes off and he kept having to hold stuff in front of his--

P. Vietjohn: Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I'm too busy trying to get ready. ... Not that I'm trying to be pushy or anything, but maybe you should get ready too.

H. Dannon: Well, I'm not nearly flexible enough to stretch like that... um, wait. Get ready? Y-you mean for the match?

P. Vietjohn: Not a match, remember. A Street Fight against Virginia and Komachi. We're on after the next match, so like I'm saying, you'd better get ready. Do you wanna be unprepared when we go up against those two?

H. Dannon: Um... I... okay. I'll get ready.

Heather Dannon folds her hands and lowers her head in prayer.

H. Dannon: Hey, God. I know I haven't really behaved very well. I mean, I kinda messed up that whole thing about not coveting your neighbor's stuff and not stealing this year when I got mad at Pauline and took her stuff. But at least I didn't build any heathen images or anything, right? Doesn't that count for something? Now, look, I know it must only seem like I pray when I'm really desperate, but... well, actually, that's pretty much how it is. Sorry. I keep forgetting to pray when things are good, you know? And I was meaning to go to church someday, really, but... you know, when it's Sunday morning I'm usually tired, or maybe I just really want to play video games, or lots of times I just don't even think about going. Anyway, it's really not important.

Pauline Vietjohn rolls her eyes and sighs, and Quinn Harper gets up from the table he's at and starts to walk away, but passes by Heather Dannon and overhears her, and looks at her strangely. Out of curiosity, he stops and listens, but Heather Dannon doesn't notice, and goes on with her prayer.

H. Dannon: So anyway, I just wanted to talk to you. It's about the match with Virginia and Komachi. I know it's probably too much to ask that I make it out of this one in one piece, so I'm just hoping it gets over with quickly. Just... don't let it hurt too much or go on too long, okay? And when it's all over, do you think you can let me slide and get into Heaven? I mean, I'm really sorry for all the bad stuff I did to Pauline, and to anybody else, and... and masturbating's not REALLY sinful, is it? I mean, I read this book that said that it's self-love, not self-abuse, and that really made sense, but anyway that's not really important either. I've always tried to be a good person, except for when I'm being jealous or greedy and bitchy, and I'm not that way too much, am I? ... So just cut me a little slack here. I'm going to suffer enough as it is tonight. ... Oh, and take care of Mom and Dad and Lanie and Mittens, all right? Thanks. Amen.

P. Vietjohn: Thanks for the vote of confidence and outpouring of team spirit, Heather. Just don't try to curl up and hide when the match comes, whatever you do. That's why it's a Street Fight... because we're going to go out there and kick the shit out of those bimbos. You have to WANT to survive. So fight, and BEAT THEM. You understand?

H. Dannon: H-how? How can we beat them?

Quinn Harper steps forward and pats Heather Dannon on the back, then takes a step back when she looks up suddenly, startled.

Q. Harper: Whoa, take it easy. I was just going to tell you to relax. It's a tough road ahead, but it's not impossible. Trust me, I know how you feel.

H. Dannon: You do?

Quinn Harper nods.

Q. Harper: From one VCW rookie who's coming back from a severe injury and preparing to face two dominant, dangerous opponents to another... good luck. And relax. Just stay cool. Keep focused, and you can deliver a performance tonight that's a lot better than just "halfway decent".

H. Dannon: Well... I'll try! Maybe we can do it!

As Quinn Harper nods and smiles, Tim Bell and Tommy Hustle come up behind him. Tim Bell is wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans, but Tommy Hustle looks ready to wrestle, and he swats him Quinn Harper in the back of the head and grins.

T. Hustle: Man, quit trying to pick up the Power Plant chicks and bring your simple ass to the ring! We're gonna be late!

Q. Harper: Sorry, sorry... just had to give them some last-minute words of wisdom, you know?

Tim Bell stops Quinn Harper as he prepares to leave.

T. Bell: Speaking of last-minute words of wisdom...

Q. Harper: Don't worry about it. You've taught me a lot already in these past couple months. Now it's all me. So just sit back and watch tonight. I won't disappoint you.

T. Bell: All right. I'll be watching.

Quinn Harper turns back to Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn.

Q. Harper: Watch me out there. And if I win, it'll show you that it IS possible to beat the odds and pull off what some people might call an upset. And hey, in the unlikely event that I don't make it out in one piece, you can look at me and say, "Hey, at least I'm not HIM." So just keep cool, all right?

T. Hustle: Come on, man! If we don't get to the match in time, you sure enough AIN'T gonna make it out of here in one piece, you got me? I'll give you a Mongo Suplex of my own, boy. I'll be hitting you with moves they ain't never even SEEN before!

Quinn Harper grins, shaking his head, and turns away, and they leave the room, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and ready to go to the next match after that segment! "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers come out of the backstage entrance and begin making their way to the ring! These are two tough bastards, and this year especially they've had a good run, both with the VCW World Tag Team Titles earlier on and now as the right-hand men of the VCW World Champion, Crimson. They're the heavy favorites in this match, but there remains that sliver of doubt... perhaps we could see a major upset if they were to fall tonight. They enter the ring, and Jack Norman pumps a fist into the air and yells "ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!!" but then looks sheepish when Butch Manson glares at him.

And then "Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper and Tommy Hustle come out of the backstage entrance, looking pumped up and ready! This is the first time we've seen Quinn Harper in about four months, or something like that. He's coming back off of a major injury, and it remains to be seen what kind of condition he's in. It also remains to be seen what to make of his conversation with Tim Bell... from the way they were talking, we might venture a guess that Tim Bell has been secretly training Quinn Harper as he recovers from his injury! They slide into the ring... and the Bikers jump them immediately before they can stand! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell to start this match!

Butch Manson pulls Tommy Hustle up, folds him up with a kneelift, and tosses him out of the ring, as Jack Norman grabs Quinn Harper, stuns him with a forearm smash, and whips him to the ropes! Jack Norman links hands with Butch Manson, and they charge Quinn Harper with a double clothesline as he comes off the ropes... but Quinn Harper jumps into the air and spreads his legs in a full split at the peak of his leap, catching each member of Hell's Bikers with a jump kick! They turn and stagger away, and Quinn Harper dropkicks Butch Manson when he turns around, sending him staggering into a corner!

Quinn Harper runs into the corner and nails Butch Manson with a forearm smash, then climbs up on the second turnbuckle and begins raining punches down on his head! The crowd starts counting along towards ten, but Jack Norman roars angrily and charges with a big boot at Quinn's back!! But Quinn Harper hears him, and he leaps aside, so Jack Norman hits Butch Manson with the boot! Butch Manson rocks back in the corner and slumps in a seated position, and Jack Norman stares dumbly at him for a few seconds, realizing his mistake. He turns around, and Quinn Harper hooks his head and pulls him down into the QUINNTESSENCE!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Quinn Harper goes for the cover! Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... KICKOUT!! Jack Norman kicked out at two and three-quarters, and if he wasn't such a ferociously tough competitor, Quinn Harper would have just picked up a quick victory!

Butch Manson rolls out of the ring, and Quinn Harper hits Jack Norman with a few forearm smashes, then whips him into the ropes, but Jack Norman reverses! Quinn Harper comes right off the ropes and runs into a big boot!! He goes down, and Jack Norman grins, then tosses him into his corner and tags in Butch Manson! Jack Norman steps out to the apron and begins choking Quinn Harper from behind, and Butch Manson nails him with several punches and kicks as Brendan Powers protests! Finally, Jack Norman releases him, and Quinn Harper staggers forward... and Butch Manson just clubs him right across the back of the neck!

The crowd boos, and Butch Manson just smirks to himself. He knows damn well that Quinn Harper was just out with a neck injury for four months, and he's going to try to reinjure it to win this match! Quinn Harper starts getting up, and Butch Manson pulls him into a knee to the midsection, then grabs his head and turns it around into a neckbreaker! Quinn Harper flops to the mat, and Butch Manson covers him and hooks the leg. Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half! And then Butch Manson just crawls over him and begins hammering him in the face with right hands! Brendan Powers warns him, then begins counting! Butch Manson backs off just before four, then kicks Quinn Harper in the ribs for spite.

Butch Manson tags in Jack Norman, who comes in, hauls Quinn Harper to his feet, and whips him to the ropes. Quinn Harper comes off the ropes, and Jack Norman lashes out with a clothesline, but Quinn Harper ducks, runs into the ropes on the other side, and comes off to take Jack Norman down with a spinning leg lariat! Jack Norman bolts to his feet and charges, but Quinn Harper takes him down with a drop-toe hold, then floats over into a side headlock! Perhaps Tim Bell has been training him a bit; mat wrestling isn't exactly something that Quinn Harper has done much of before now!

Jack Norman roars angrily, then begins powering his way up! He gets to his knees, then takes a grip on Quinn Harper and lifts him! He tilts him up at a high angle, apparently going for a backdrop driver just like the one that injured him the first time, but Quinn Harper flips out of it, landing on his feet in the process and pulling Jack Norman down into an inverted facelock, from which he twists into the QUINNTESSENCE!! He hit it again! The crowd erupts as Quinn Harper goes for the cover! Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Butch Manson comes in and drops an elbow, but Quinn Harper moves out of the way, and he drops the elbow on Jack Norman!!

Jack Norman gets back up slowly, but he seems pretty groggy, and he's paying attention to his partner instead of Quinn Harper! He's arguing with Butch Manson, and Butch Manson starts grumbling right back at him! Tempers are flaring, and Butch Manson shoves Jack Norman... and Quinn Harper comes in from behind, grabs his head, and pulls him into position for... no, not this time!! Jack Norman shoves him forward!! Quinn Harper staggers forward and turns around, and Jack Norman runs over him like a freight train with a massive clothesline! But Quinn Harper falls back into his corner, and he tags in Tommy Hustle, who leaps up on the top rope and springs off to catch Jack Norman with a SPRINGBOARD THESZ PRESS!! Jack Norman goes down under him, and Tommy Hustle stays on him for the pin! Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Shoulder up by Jack Norman!!

Jack Norman starts to pull himself up, but Tommy Hustle runs into the ropes behind him, then comes off to bring him down with a bulldog! Jack Norman's down, and Tommy Hustle signals for the springboard Thesz press again, then steps out to the apron! Jack Norman gets up, and Tommy Hustle leaps to the top rope and comes off with the springboard Thesz press... and Jack Norman catches him and DRIVES him to the mat with a huge spinebuster! Tommy Hustle just got SPLATTERED, and the crowd boos loudly. His movements have come to a very sudden stop.

Jack Norman slumps against the ropes for a few seconds to shake off some lingering cobwebs, then grabs Tommy Hustle, powers him up into a Gorilla Press, and flings him down to the mat! Tommy Hustle is down, and Jack Norman leans into the ropes, then comes off and drops a leg across his chest! Tommy Hustle convulses with the impact, and Jack Norman covers! Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half by Tommy Hustle! Jack Norman just glares at him, hauls him up, and tosses him into his corner, then tags in Butch Manson.

Butch Manson and Jack Norman both converge on Tommy Hustle and begin clobbering him with wild swings in the corner! Brendan Powers warns them, but they push their luck for a little bit before Jack Norman steps out. Butch Manson hooks Tommy Hustle in a front chancery, then lifts him and falls back with a big vertical suplex! He floats over for the cover, and Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half again! Butch Manson snarls, pulls Tommy Hustle up, and whips him into the ropes, then actually jumps up and hits him with a big dropkick when he comes off! The crowd seems somewhat surprised, and Butch Manson just glares down at Tommy Hustle and mutters something at him!

Butch Manson hauls Tommy Hustle up, scoops him up, and flings him to the mat with a bodyslam, then goes to a corner and begins climbing the turnbuckles! Jack Norman groans and yells "AW, COME ON, BUTCH, WHAT'RE YOU DOING? GET DOWN FROM THERE!!" but Butch Manson just shoots him a dirty look, then leaps off with a MOONSAULT!! But Tommy Hustle rolls out of the way! Butch Manson crashes chest-first to the mat and flops over on his back, and now both men are down!

Quinn Harper reaches out from his corner, trying to urge Tommy Hustle on to make a tag! Tommy Hustle turns and starts crawling to his corner, trying to reach his partner and make the tag! Quinn Harper leans out over the top rope, extending his reach... but Jack Norman dismounts from the apron, hustles around to the other side of the ring, and comes up behind Quinn Harper! He's so intent on reaching out to Tommy Hustle that he doesn't see it, and just as Tommy Hustle makes a desperate lunge for Quinn Harper's outstretched hand, Jack Norman grabs the back of Harper's pants and pulls him off the apron, then scoops him up and drops him throat-first on the steel guardrail!

The crowd boos as Tommy Hustle falls short, and Brendan Powers admonishes Jack Norman on the outside... but as he does, Butch Manson reaches into his pants and pulls out a chain! He wraps it around his fist, draws back, and NAILS Tommy Hustle in the back of the head with it! The crowd boos, and Butch Manson throws the chain out of the ring before Brendan Powers turns around, then smirks to himself. He covers Tommy Hustle, and Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... foot on the ropes!! Tommy Hustle was still too close to the ropes near his corner, and Butch Manson neglected to pull him away! If not for that, Hell's Bikers might have stolen this one just now!

Butch Manson pulls Tommy Hustle up, throws him into his corner, and tags in Jack Norman. Jack Norman comes in and drives a few knees into Tommy Hustle's gut, then pulls him out, kicks him in the midsection, and puts him in a standing headscissors! He could be looking for a power bomb! He lifts him... and Tommy Hustle punches him in the face a few times, loosening his grip, then takes him down with a Frankensteiner!! The crowd cheers, and Tommy Hustle cradles Jack Norman's legs as Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Jack Norman, and the force of it sends Tommy Hustle head over heels, tumbling into his corner, where Quinn Harper tags himself in!

Butch Manson rolls his eyes in disgust, then tags himself in as Jack Norman stares in confusion! He charges in, and Quinn Harper takes him down with a dropkick! Jack Norman's up, but a dropkick from Quinn Harper knocks him down on his butt! Jack Norman's stunned in a seated position for a second, looking dumb, and Quinn Harper just hits him with a low dropkick that connects with his face and puts him on his back! Butch Manson's up, and he charges with a clothesline, but Quinn Harper ducks, kicks him in the midsection, and brings him down with a Rocker Dropper!!

Jack Norman rolls out of the ring to take a break, and Tommy Hustle climbs up to the top turnbuckle near him, then dives out onto him with a FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR!! The crowd cheers loudly, and Jack Norman goes down under Tommy Hustle! Back in the ring, Quinn Harper brings Butch Manson down with a Russian legsweep, then steps out to the apron as well! Butch Manson's down, and Quinn Harper comes off the top with a 450 SPLASH!! But Butch Manson manages to roll out of the way, and Quinn Harper wipes out on the mat! And on the outside, Jack Norman hits Tommy Hustle with a low blow, sending him collapsing to the floor!

Jack Norman climbs back into the ring, and Butch Manson pulls Quinn Harper up. He whips him towards Jack Norman, who lowers his head to backdrop him over the top rope, but Quinn Harper reverses! Butch Manson runs forward, and Jack Norman backdrops him instead, sending him OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!! That's a big fall for a big man like Butch Manson! Jack Norman looks up again, confused, and Quinn Harper sends him spilling through the ropes and out of the ring with a dropkick!

Quinn Harper rolls out of the ring, grabs Butch Manson, and rolls him back in. He jumps up on the top rope, and leaps off to come down on Butch Manson with a SPRINGBOARD SPLASH!! But on the outside, Jack Norman just pulled out a Three Musketeers candy bar and gobbled it down! He's up and raring to go, and he has the chain that Butch Manson threw out earlier! Quinn Harper goes for the cover, and Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Jack Norman comes in and aims a chain-loaded fistdrop at the back of Quinn Harper's neck, but he rolls out of the way, and Jack Norman strikes Butch Manson in the chest instead! Butch Manson convulses, and Jack Norman looks down stupidly... and Quinn Harper grabs him and gives him the QUINNTESSENCE!! Jack Norman's down, Butch Manson's down, and Quinn Harper covers him! Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! Quinn Harper did it!

Quinn Harper rolls out of the ring and helps Tommy Hustle up on the outside, and the two exchange a high-five and begin heading backstage together as the crowd cheers. As they reach the top of the entrance ramp, Tim Bell comes out, applauding their victory. He steps forward and gives Quinn Harper a congratulatory hug, and they all head backstage together. This match showed us a lot of new fire and intensity from these two young athletes, but it also didn't hurt that Hell's Bikers turned this match into a comedy of errors with repeated, simple mistakes.

And back in the ring, Jack Norman gets up! He stomps around the ring and bellows loudly a few times, clearly disgusted and angry, then grabs a microphone! He turns to Butch Manson as Manson gets to his feet.

J. Norman: What the hell was that shit!? We had that match several times if you hadn't kept screwing it up!!

Considering that Jack Norman made most of the mistakes in this match, that's an arguable point, and Butch Manson looks ready to argue about it! He leans forward, into the microphone and his partner's face...

B. Manson: Me? What the hell'd I do!?

J. Norman: You fucked up, that's what! Like, for instance, when you were in the ring with Tommy Hustle! You had him down with the big bodyslam, and what'd you do? Did you go for the cover? Did you tag me in!? No!! Your stupid ass went and did a belly flop off the top rope!! You've gotta be the dumbest son of a bitch in the world!! What the HELL was that shit!?

B. Manson: That was the move that came a couple inches from winning this match. But what about you!? First of all, every time I looked up, all I saw was you getting dropped by that little bastard's move. But that's not even counting all the shit you did to me. You hit me twice, you threw me out over the top rope, you dropped a chain on my chest... what was that!? Those two little twerps couldn't have even hurt me if your big ass hadn't been beating the hell out of me the whole damn time by accident! ... It WAS an accident, WASN'T IT!?

Jack Norman backs up, holding his hands up in the air.

J. Norman: Hey, hold on. None of that shit ever even happened! So don't go making stuff up and blaming me, when you were the one who got beat!

Making stuff up!? Butch Manson snatches the microphone away from Jack Norman! It looks like he's had enough!

B. Manson: All right, you dumb asshole. I've had enough of this. Since you're so full of shit, I think I'd better knock some of it outta you. Put 'em up, big man. We're gonna settle this RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, like MEN!!

Butch Manson puts up his fists to fight, but Jack Norman takes the microphone back and backs up.

J. Norman: Hold on! Hold on, man! It doesn't have to come to this! Look, all right. It's my fault. But I'm real sorry. I'll take the blame here, and I'm gonna stop messing up. I'll stop getting so crazy over Three Musketeers candy bars, all right!? I'm gonna knock it off. All of it. But we don't need to get in no fight over it.

Butch Manson frowns, but nods.

B. Manson: Yeah, all right. As long as you shape up, we ain't got no problem. Let's head on back. The boss ain't gonna be happy.

Butch Manson turns to leave... and when he does, Jack Norman hits him in the back of the head with his chain-wrapped fist! Butch Manson collapses to the mat, and the crowd boos! Jack Norman just laid his own partner out from behind!! What a cheap shot! Jack Norman turns Butch Manson over, crouches on top of him, and starts hammering his face with repeated right hands with the chain!! He's beating him senseless!! After several punches, Jack Norman finally stands up, throws aside the chain, and stands over Butch Manson, who's motionless and bleeding from the forehead now. Jack Norman bends down and talks trash for a few seconds... and then he picks Butch Manson up! He pulls him into a front chancery and picks him up in a vertical suplex lift... JACKHAMMER!! He just drove his partner down into the mat!

The crowd boos, and Jack Norman drops down and rolls out of the ring, and begins heading backstage. As he passes by a camera, he yells "BIG ON ASS-WHOOPING, SHORT ON MERCY, BABY!!" then pulls out a Three Musketeers candy bar, tears the wrapper open with his teeth, and eats half of it in one gigantic bite before disappearing backstage. Both of these two are pretty bad characters, but Jack Norman has sunk to a new low. Until now, neither of them has ever been afraid to take anybody on face-to-face, but Jack Norman just chickened out of a stand-up fight, only to lay his partner out with a sucker punch when his back was turned! Without a doubt, this team is no more... but what will become of Butch Manson after this beating remains to be seen.

We're moving straight ahead to our next match now! "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Virginia and Komachi come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Minako! Virginia's dressed in black leather pants with tassels, a black spandex tube top, a black leather vest, and a leather cap with a golden badge on it, and she's carrying a nightstick; she looks like a guard from a low-budget porno movie set in a women's prison! Komachi's dressed more sensibly, in a ripped-up Family Values Tour T-shirt and cut-off blue denim shorts, with heavy kneepads, elbowpads, and wrestling boots on as well. But she has her facepaint on, as usual, and she's carrying a leather strap wrapped around one hand! These two came prepared for a Street Fight, no doubt about that! And instead of entering the ring, they stop in the aisle and turn to the backstage entrance! They're planning on taking this one to the streets right away!

But then "Halfway Decent" by Audio Karate begins playing, and the crowd cheers in anticipation of the arrival of "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn! Pretty soon, they come out of the backstage entrance! Heather Dannon is pushing a shopping cart full of various rubbish, and Pauline Vietjohn is standing in it, with one foot inside and one on the front edge! Pauline Vietjohn points at Virginia and Komachi and yells "CHARGE!" and Heather Dannon starts pushing the cart rapidly towards them! Virginia and Komachi just stare, dumbfounded, as the cart barrels down the ramp, pushed by Heather Dannon! As they come near, Pauline Vietjohn makes a flying leap from the cart and barrels right into Virginia with a LEAPING FOREARM SMASH! Virginia goes down, the silly cap knocked off of her head, and Heather Dannon knocks Komachi on her rear by ramming her with the cart as Minako leaps back, startled! Even though the match isn't in the ring yet, Harold Brusco enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin it!

Komachi & Virginia
w/Minako

Pauline Vietjohn crouches over Virginia and hammers her with repeated weak forearms to the face, and Heather Dannon reaches into the shopping cart and pulls out a trash can lid! It appears to be made of paper-thin, flimsy aluminum, but she raises it up and brings it down on Komachi's head as she gets up! Komachi drops the leather strap and goes back down on her butt, but the trash can lid was just bent nearly in half by that blow! Komachi's unfazed by that blow and quickly getting up again, so Heather Dannon frantically turns back to the shopping cart and pulls out a folding chair that appears to be made of flimsy balsa wood! She raises it high and brings it crashing down on Komachi's head, sending a shower of wooden pieces everywhere! And this time Komachi just staggers back a step, not even going down! Oh, great! Who gave Heather Dannon these weapons anyway, Kevin Sullivan!?

Komachi glares at Heather Dannon, then nails her with a kick to the midsection, grabs her by the hair, and flings her carelessly down the ramp! Heather Dannon tumbles down to ringside, and Komachi turns just in time to see Pauline Vietjohn take Virginia down on the ramp with a dropkick! Komachi glares and charges, but Pauline Vietjohn has Virginia's nightstick, and she brings that up into Komachi's stomach as she comes in! Komachi doubles over, and Pauline Vietjohn steps in beside her and takes her down on the steel ramp with a nightstick-assisted Russian legsweep! Komachi's down... but Minako grabs a potted plant out of the shopping cart, then comes up behind Pauline Vietjohn and dumps it over her head! Pauline Vietjohn is covered in dirt and greenery, with a ceramic pot stuffed over her head, and she staggers around, blinded! That wasn't fair! With Minako out here, it's practically three-on-two!

Heather Dannon's getting up near the ring, but Virginia's also up, and she rushes forward and nails Heather Dannon with a clothesline! Heather Dannon goes back down hard, and Virginia grabs a chair from near the announcers' table, then comes over to whack Heather Dannon with it! She raises it for a strike, but Heather Dannon dodges out of the way, and Virginia misses and whacks the ring apron! Virginia stumbles forward a step, and Heather Dannon boosts herself up onto the apron, then leaps off as Virginia raises the chair again, and pushes the chair back into her face! Virginia goes down, but she wasn't hit hard and she's quickly getting up! But now Heather Dannon has the chair, and she whacks Virginia in the head with it, sending her down to one knee! And a second chairshot from Heather Dannon causes Virginia to crumple to the floor!

However, Pauline Vietjohn's not faring so well further up the ramp! Komachi has her up against the guardrail, still covered in soil and leaves with the pot over her head, and she's taking her apart with stiff body shots! After several powerful blows, Pauline crumples forward into a heap, and Komachi grabs the cart and gives it a shove down the ramp, causing it to barrel into Heather Dannon and knock it over! Heather Dannon gets back up, but Virginia's up too, and she knees Heather Dannon in the gut, then takes her head-first into the steel ringpost! Heather Dannon falls limp on the floor, and the former SJPW World Tag Team Champions are now firmly in control.

Virginia rummages through the shopping cart a little bit and finds an old toilet seat. She stares at it for a few seconds, confused... and then she sets up the chair she had been using, and puts the toilet seat on top of it! She unbuttons her black leather pants and pulls them down to show a small black thong, then sits down on the toilet seat on the chair! Komachi stares at her strangely, but Virginia glares at her and yells, "DO YOU MIND? COULD I HAVE A LITTLE PRIVACY, PLEASE?" at her, and she backs off! After several seconds, Heather Dannon starts to stir, and Virginia stands up part-way, grabs Heather Dannon by the hair, and rubs her face roughly into her thong-clad posterior! Then she shoves her head down forcefully on the chair-as-a-toilet, pulls her pants up, and makes an imaginary motion as if flushing the toilet! Heather Dannon is writhing on the floor, and Virginia laughs at her. Come on... everyone's heard of "toilet humor," but that was just ridiculous!

But while Virginia was clowning around, Pauline Vietjohn managed to get up and pull the pot off of her head! She comes down the ramp at Komachi and dropkicks her in the knee, sending her down! Minako comes forward and tries to rake her eyes, but Pauline Vietjohn grabs her wrist, then kicks her in the midsection! Minako doubles over, and Pauline Vietjohn pulls her into a standing headscissors and lifts... POWER BOMB!! Fortunately, that was on the padded floor instead of the steel ramp, but those pads are thin and it still had to hurt like hell! Minako is laid out, convulsing on the floor!

Pauline Vietjohn turns back around, but Virginia is waiting on her, and she kicks her in the midsection, pulls her into a standing headscissors and lifts... POWER BOMB!! Pauline just got power bombed on the floor right next to Minako, and now she's probably laid out too!! Virginia smirks, but Heather Dannon's up behind her, and she just nailed Komachi with the chair while Virginia was dealing with Pauline Vietjohn! Virginia turns around, and Heather Dannon drives the edge of the chair into her midsection, doubling her over, then drops the chair and pulls her into a standing headscissors! Now SHE'S going for a power bomb... but Virginia's almost twice her size! It's not happening! Heather Dannon tries in vain, but she can't even lift Virginia... and Virginia flings her high into the air with a big backdrop!

Fortunately, Heather Dannon lands on something soft... unfortunately, that's Pauline Vietjohn! Heather Dannon gets to her feet, and Virginia begins stalking her! Heather Dannon screams and breaks out into a full run, and Virginia gives chase! Heather Dannon runs a full lap of the ring, with Virginia running after her in hot pursuit, but when she comes around Komachi's up! Komachi waits for Heather Dannon to round the corner, then lashes out with a URAKEN!! But Heather Dannon ducks as she comes around, and Virginia runs into the blow!! Virginia goes down, and Komachi spares her only a moment's glance before whirling on Heather Dannon as she reaches into her pocket and brings something toward her mouth! But Heather Dannon stops her with a kick to the midsection, then whips her into the steel ring steps!

Komachi crashes into the steps and goes down to one knee, and Heather Dannon notices that she dropped what she had been holding! It appears to be a plastic packet of some thick fluid! Heather Dannon quickly sticks it into her mouth and turns back to Komachi! Komachi gets up and charges Heather Dannon... and HEATHER SPITS BLUE MIST INTO HER FACE!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Heather Dannon just stole Komachi's ace in the hole and used it against her! And in this Street Fight, that's perfectly legal! Komachi is blinded, and Heather Dannon kicks her in the midsection, rams her head-first into the ring apron, and rolls her into the ring!

Heather Dannon slides into the ring, and Komachi gets to her feet, swinging blindly! Heather Dannon steps in cautiously, avoiding a wildly swung right hand, then kicks her into the midsection and with some effort hoists her in a fireman's carry lift! She's staggering under the weight, but she has Komachi up... and she drops her in a flapjack for the HALFWAY DECENT EXPOSURE!! That's her finishing move, and she FINALLY got a chance to hit it! But Virginia is up, and she steps up on the apron... so Heather Dannon rushes forward and nails her with a dropkick! Virginia goes back down to the floor, and Heather Dannon scrambles across Komachi and hooks a leg tightly for the cover! Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... And only two, before a BIG kickout by Komachi!!

That wasn't good at all! Heather Dannon finally gets her finishing move off, in a big pay-per-view match, no less, and it only gets two! She pulls Komachi up and tries to lift her again, but Komachi blocks it and shoves her away! Komachi squints at her, and it looks like she's regaining some degree of sight as she spins and lashes out with a URAKEN!! But Heather Dannon ducks, hooks Komachi's arms, and brings her down with a BACKSLIDE!! Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout at two and three-quarters by Komachi!

Komachi bolts up, and Heather Dannon backs into the ropes to charge at her... but Virginia clubs her in the back from the outside! Heather Dannon stumbles forward, right into a big Yakuza kick from Komachi! So much for that. Komachi pulls Heather Dannon into a standing headscissors and lifts... POWER BOMB!! It's probably over now... but wait, Pauline Vietjohn just climbed onto the apron! She's slumped over and nearly incapacitated by pain, but somehow she manages to get to the top turnbuckle! Komachi sees her and turns, and Pauline comes off with the TWISTING MOONSAULT DROPKICK! She just barely catches Komachi with the edge of one foot, but it still takes her down! Pauline Vietjohn just took Komachi down!

But Virginia's up, and she climbs into the ring, charges Pauline Vietjohn, and mows her down with a clothesline! Pauline goes down hard, and Virginia pulls her up and hoists her in a fireman's carry lift for the Virgin Sacrifice!! But on the ground, Heather Dannon grabs her leg and trips her, and Pauline Vietjohn pulls her down in a CRUCIFIX!! Harold Brusco is in position and counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Virginia! It seems there are no illegal women in this Street Fight! She gets up, but Pauline Vietjohn is up as well, and she's hammering Virginia with forearm smashes! But her blows just aren't strong enough to faze Virginia, and Komachi gets up behind her and lays a massive kick into the base of her spine! Pauline Vietjohn falls forward into Virginia, and Virginia shoves her back... right into a stiff kick to the back of the head! Pauline Vietjohn's eyes roll back in her head, and she slowly, dramatically collapses to the mat.

Heather Dannon grabs Virginia's leg again, trying to pull herself up off of the mat, but Virginia just hauls her up by the hair and clubs her in the back. Heather Dannon just sort of deflates, and Virginia pulls her up in a fireman's carry lift, then turns and brings her down with the VIRGIN SACRIFICE!! Heather Dannon goes limp on the mat, and Virginia gets up, smiling! Komachi comes forward, and Virginia lifts her in a Gorilla Press, then drops her on Heather Dannon's prone body! Pauline Vietjohn's laid out, Heather Dannon's not moving, and Komachi is pinning her! Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! Komachi and Virginia win!

The crowd boos loudly, and Komachi gets up, smiling, then gives Virginia a hug! They pat each other on the back, and they seem to be pretty pleased with their ability to defeat two much smaller rookies like this. The real story here is how long Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn lasted against them, and the resilience they showed in defeat, but Komachi and Virginia don't seem to care about that at all! Their victory here wasn't in doubt in most minds, but that's not going to get in the way of them gloating about it!

They raise their hands in victory and each pose on one of the top turnbuckles, drawing more boos! Finally, they step down... and Virginia looks down at Heather Dannon's motionless form with evil intent! She tells Komachi to set up a table, and Komachi slides out of the ring, fetches a table from underneath it, and sets it up on the outside! And now Virginia pulls Heather Dannon into a standing headscissors! She takes a drag on an imaginary cigarette and snuffs it out on Heather Dannon's back. She's going to power bomb her from the ring through that table on the outside!! But as she begins to lift, someone's coming out of the backstage entrance! QUINN HARPER!!

The crowd cheers as "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper sprints to the ring and hops up on the apron! As Virginia hoists Heather Dannon into position, Quinn Harper leaps to the top turnbuckle, then comes off with a shove to Heather Dannon's back, with all his weight behind it! That tips Virginia over, and she falls down underneath Heather Dannon! She throws Heather off and gets up, not realizing what happened... and Quinn Harper steps in from the side, grabs her head, and brings her down in the QUINNTESSENCE!! Virginia never saw it coming!! She flops around from the impact a few times, then rolls out of the ring clutching her head and neck! Komachi glares into the ring, but Quinn Harper's waiting for her to try something, and she thinks better of it.

Virginia gets up, and Komachi peels Minako up off of the floor and carries her across her threshold as they head backstage. They won this match, but when they tried to injure Heather Dannon in a post-match attack, Quinn Harper came in and put a stop to that! Inside the ring, he helps Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn to their feet, then says something to them and holds the ropes open for them to leave. They begin heading backstage... and Heather Dannon stumbles on the way. Quinn Harper sighs and shrugs, then lets her lean on his shoulder as they head backstage. It looks like these young wrestlers are sticking together here, and that might be their best shot against the grizzled, toughened veterans that stand in their way. It sure helped Heather Dannon out of a bad spot tonight!

The ring crew is starting to replace the ring ropes with barbed wire now in preparation for our next match. And while they do that, we're going to take a look backstage as Gabriel Black arrives in the arena! Let's take a look!

A camera is focused on one of the doors in a back hallway of the arena. After a second or two, the door opens, and Gabriel Black walks in, wearing an expensive-looking suit with the VCW Television Title on under the jacket. He stops and opens the door, and his wife Charlotte Black walks in with her arms folded across her chest, looking uncomfortable. Melissa DelArmeggio and Lance Errington come onto the scene to greet them happily.

L. Errington: Gabriel! You finally showed up!

G. Black: We had to take a little time to drop Molly off with Tony and Maria for the night.

M. DelArmeggio: Aww... you mean you didn't bring Molly?

Gabriel Black shrugs and glances at his wife.

G. Black: If it was up to me, we would have, but--

Charlotte Black cuts him off with a glare.

C. Black: If you think for one miserable second that I'm EVER letting you bring our daughter into another wrestling arena, you're sadly mistaken. I... I don't even know why I'M here, honestly.

Gabriel Black smiles tolerantly.

G. Black: As you can see.

L. Errington: Well, don't stand there by the door and catch a chill. Come on in. The catering's already here, and I had everyone sit on Rob Solomon until you got here so there'd still be a drop or two of champagne left.

G. Black: All right. Lead the way.

As they start to walk down the hall, Johnny Smiles approaches them from the other direction, holding something small and pink. He walks up to them, looking a little nervous, and Lance Errington looks at Gabriel Black in disbelief.

L. Errington: You've gotta be kidding...

Johnny Smiles approaches them, and when he gets closer it's easy to see that what he's holding is a miniature pink stuffed cat, exactly like Sumiko only much smaller.

J. Smiles: Um, hi Gabriel. Maybe this is kind of stupid and all, but I figured in spite of everything... well, I know you have a daughter, and Sumiko had kittens, and I... figured I'd give you one, for her.

Johnny Smiles hands Gabriel Black the small pink stuffed cat, and Gabriel Black takes it, looking utterly perplexed and unable to speak. He stares at Johnny Smiles, then at the miniature cat, completely confused.

G. Black: Johnny, why on earth would you give me--

Charlotte Black angrily snatches the cat out of Gabriel Black's hands, throws it on the floor, and kicks it across the hall.

C. Black: If we wanted our daughter to have some cheap piece of junk like that, we'd buy one for her ourselves. You have no business giving our daughter anything, or... or even thinking about her. You understand me?

J. Smiles: Uh... all right. Sorry about that. I just meant to give you something.

M. DelArmeggio: Well, I thought it was cute.

G. Black: I advise you to leave now, Johnny.

Johnny Smiles shrugs and walks away, stopping as he goes to pick the small stuffed cat up from the floor. Lance Errington smirks as he watches him go.

L. Errington: Looks to me like he wants you to go easy on him tonight.

G. Black: That won't happen. Come on, let's go.

They all walk down the hall together and walk around a corner, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and the ring crew has finished taking down the ropes and stringing up barbed wire in their place, so it's time for our next match! "Domination" by Pantera hits the speaker, and the crowd begins to boo as The Wrecking Crew make their way from the backstage area. They look confident as they walk down the isle, and with good cause; in addition to being two of the toughest guys in VCW, they're no strangers to wrestling with barbed wire.

Now, "War Machine" by KISS starts to play, as the Tough Customers emerge from the back. Bass Rogers wears an expression of focused determination on his face, whereas Darren Michaels seems just a little bit more tentative. They sprint down the isle to the ring, followed by Dean Sanders, and slide in underneath the barbed wire. Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell, and the match is underway!

Tough Customers
w/Dean Sanders

The Wrecking Crew descend on Bass Rogers and Darren Michaels as soon as they slide into the ring, attacking them with stomps and clubbing forearm blows to the back. Bass Rogers casually shrugs off John Uldwall's attacks, stands up, and begins trading punches with him. Darren Michaels, for his part, has a little more difficulty disregarding Blade's forearm shots, but a quick punch to the midsection doubles Blade over long enough for Darren Michaels to get up to his feet. All four men are now exchanging blows in the middle of the ring, with Bobcat McGavin doing his damndest to stay the heck out of their way!

John Uldwall attempts to whip Bass Rogers into the corner, but Bass Rogers reverses. Bass Rogers follows John Uldwall in with a big avalanche, then hops up onto the second turnbuckle, and begins raining down punches on his head. The crowd counts along with the blows, but at the count of seven, John Uldwall grabs Bass Rogers around the waist, and throws him down with a fierce spinebuster slam! John Uldwall drops a big elbow on Bass Rogers' chest, then makes the cover. Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE!!... KICKOUT!! Bass Rogers came here tonight looking for a fight, and you'd better believe that he's not going to stop before he gets one. This seems to be perfectly fine with John Uldwall, who crouches over Bass Rogers, and begins hammering him with stiff punches to the face.

Elsewhere, Darren Michaels continues to trade blows with Blade. Although Darren Michaels has a slight size advantage over Blade, he's not fairing as well as one might expect in this brawl. It appears as if he's a bit distracted by the razor-sharp barbed wire that surrounds the ring, as he momentarily takes his attention off Blade every few seconds to monitor his exact position in the ring, trying to keep as much space as possible between himself and the deadly wire. Blade takes advantage of these brief lapses in concentration by popping Darren Michaels with a quick jab every time his attention wanders.

Blade hits Darren Michaels with a series of left-handed punches, causing Darren Michaels to stagger back a few steps. Almost instinctively, Darren Michaels glances behind himself, to make sure he's not about to stagger backwards into the barbed wire, and Blade makes use of this opening to take the wind out of Darren Michaels with a stiff knee to the gut. Blade clobbers Darren Michaels with a few forearms to the back, then tries to Irish whip him into the barbed wire. Darren Michaels, thinking fast, drops down to the canvas and uses his momentum to slide out under the wire. This maneuver gets a couple of boos from the more sadistic members of the crowd, but Darren Michaels just displayed some quick thinking there. Blade grunts in annoyance, then follows Darren Michaels out under the wire to continue their brawl.

On the inside, Bass Rogers gives John Uldwall a couple of forearm smashes, then boots him in the midsection, grabs him, and throws him down to the canvas with a big bodyslam. John Uldwall scrambles back up to his feet, and throws a punch, but Bass Rogers blocks, and returns fire with a pair of big headbutts. John Uldwall staggers backwards a few steps, dazed, until he's nearly backed up into the barbed wire. The crowd begins to "OOH" in anticipation, but John Uldwall realizes where he is right before he falls back into the wire. He charges forward with another wild swing, but again Bass Rogers blocks, and hits him with a headbutt. John Uldwall is turned around by the force of the headbutt, and staggers toward the barbed wire as the crowd begins to buzz once more, but is again able to steady himself before he falls in... so Bass Rogers charges at John Uldwall, and nails him with a lariat to the back of the head, knocking him chest-first into the barbed wire!

John Uldwall is laying chest-first across the barbed wire, grunting in pain. Bass Rogers grabs him by the back of the head, then takes a strand of barbed wire in his free hand, and begins scraping it across John Uldwall's forehead, busting him wide open! This continues until John Uldwall manages to elbow Bass Rogers in the midsection a few times to break his grip. Bass Rogers and John Uldwall begin to hammer on each other with meaty punches. After a few seconds, Bass Rogers takes the advantage, knocking John Uldwall back a few steps toward the center of the ring... until John Uldwall returns fire with a running kick to the midsection, sending Bass Rogers stumbling backwards. Yet again a buzz of anticipation rises from the crowd, and John Uldwall charges forward with a big dropkick, and now it's Bass Rogers' turn to fall into the barbed wire!

Bass Rogers pulls himself off the barbed wire, and his back is clearly scratched up and bleeding in places. He charges at John Uldwall with a lariat, but John Uldwall ducks, and when Bass Rogers turns himself around, John Uldwall tackles him to the mat, and begins pummeling him with punches to the face. John Uldwall stands, and tries to pull Bass Rogers up off the mat, but Bass Rogers wraps an arm around John Uldwall's waist, and takes him down with a vicious belly-to-back suplex. It looks as if Bass Rogers' left eyebrow was busted open by one of John Uldwall's punches. Both men stand, and Bass Rogers grabs John Uldwall, then gives him a big belly-to-belly suplex. Bass Rogers pulls John Uldwall up off the canvas, hits him with a few forearms, then boots him in the gut, and puts him in a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB! John Uldwall is laid out in the middle of the ring, and Bass Rogers begins to thump his chest and bellow in triumph!

On the floor, Blade picks up Darren Michaels, and drops him throat-first across the ringside guardrail. Blade slides back into the ring, just as Bass Rogers covers John Uldwall! Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE!!... TWO!!... Blade breaks up the pin with an elbowdrop! Blade stands, and backs up a few steps, and when Bass Rogers gets back up to his feet, Blade cuts him down with a leg lariat! Blade stomps on Bass Rogers' fallen form for a few moments, then picks him up, takes a handful of his poofy hair, and gives him a big headbutt. Blade appears to have hurt himself more than Bass Rogers with that maneuver, and he staggers backwards into the corner. Blade regains his senses, and charges out of the corner with a shoulderblock... but Bass Rogers holds his ground, and Blade goes down instead!

Bass Rogers roars, then hauls Blade up off the canvas, and grabs him for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Blade counters with a knee to the midsection. While Bass Rogers is doubled over in pain, Blade heads over to the corner, and hops up onto the second turnbuckle... flying cross body press! Bass Rogers goes down! Both men pull themselves up to their feet, and Blade hits Bass Rogers with a few stiff chops, backing him up against the barbed wire. Blade charges at Bass Rogers, but Bass Rogers BACKDROPS BLADE RIGHT ONTO THE BARBED WIRE! The barbed wire gives way, and Blade tumbles down to the floor!

Bass Rogers pursues Blade, who is cut up and bleeding, to the floor, and disentangles him from the barbed wire he took with him on the way down. Bass Rogers hauls Blade back up to a standing position, and lays into him with a series of headbutts, causing Blade to stagger in the direction of the entrance ramp. Bass Rogers follows him, and the two men begin to brawl up the ramp and toward the backstage area.

By now, John Uldwall has had ample time to recover from the power bomb he took earlier. He exits the ring, and begins to give chase to Bass Rogers and Blade, but Darren Michaels cuts him off with a clothesline to the back of the head. Darren Michaels grabs John Uldwall, and drags him over to the pile of barbed wire left by Blade on the arena floor. He kicks John Uldwall in the midsection, and puts him in a standing headscissors... he's going to power bomb John Uldwall onto the barbed wire on the floor! No! John Uldwall counters with a backdrop, and Darren Michaels gets his first taste of the barbed wire!

John Uldwall picks Darren Michaels up off the floor, and tosses him into the ring. He then grabs a chair from ringside, picks up a few strands of barbed wire, and wraps them around the chair. He may have cut his hands up handling the barbed wire like that, but now he has a very dangerous weapon at his disposal! John Uldwall slides back into the ring as Darren Michaels is standing up, and prepares to hit him over the head with the barbed wire chair, but Darren Michaels boots him in the midsection, causing John Uldwall to drop the chair. Darren Michaels grabs John Uldwall, and lifts him up onto his shoulders... Samoan drop on the barbed wire chair! What a great move!

Up near the entryway, Bass Rogers continues to brawl with Blade. Bass Rogers' face is now a crimson mask, likely the result of getting busted open by John Uldwall earlier in the match. Bass Rogers hammers on Blade with a series of right hands, followed by a knee to the gut, doubling Blade over. Bass Rogers backs up, and charges at Blade with a big lariat, but Blade ducks, and when Bass Rogers turns around, Blade mows him down with a leg lariat! Blade picks Bass Rogers up off the floor, and drags him over to a section of guardrail that has been left off to the right of the entrance ramp... Russian legsweep onto the steel rail! Bass Rogers' head snaps back and makes hard contact with the guardrail, and he may have just gotten knocked senseless by that move!

Back in the ring, Darren Michaels seems to be holding his own very well with John Uldwall. He hits John Uldwall with a series of forearm shots, then scoops him up, and drops him with a big powerslam. Darren Michaels heads over to the corner, and begins to ascend the turnbuckle. He perches himself on the top turnbuckle, waiting for John Uldwall to stand up. It looks like he's preparing to deliver his finisher, the Long Bomb! But before he has a chance, Blade comes charging down the isle, then hops up onto the ring apron. Dean Sanders, who has been calmly watching the carnage from ringside, shouts "LOOK OUT, LAD!", but it's too late, as Blade shoves Darren Michaels off the top turnbuckle, into a big shoulder tackle from John Uldwall! Things are not looking good for the Tough Customers at this point!

John Uldwall hauls Darren Michaels up off the canvas, and puts him in a front chancery, then motions for Blade to grab the barbed wire chair. Blade complies, then lifts the chair high overhead, and brings it down across Darren Michaels' back with all his might. John Uldwall releases his grip on Darren Michaels, and he slumps down to the canvas in a heap. Blade's back, arms and buttocks are cut up from getting backdropped onto the barbed wire, and between getting knocked chest first into the wire, having his forehead scraped with wire, cutting up his hands wrapping barbed wire around a chair, and getting Samoan dropped onto the barbed wire chair, John Uldwall looks a lot like raw hamburger meat. Nevertheless, the Wrecking Crew are in firm control of the match at this juncture.

Blade and John Uldwall begin to stomp on Darren Michaels prone body. Dean Sanders looks like he wants to charge into the ring to save his friend, but it's two-on-one and the Wrecking Crew is still in possession of that barbed wire chair. But hold on, here comes Bass Rogers, and he looks enraged! Bass Rogers sprints down the aisle, then slides into the ring. John Uldwall rushes to intercept him, but Bass Rogers mows him down with a lariat! Blade takes the barbed wire chair, and swings it at Bass Rogers... but Bass Rogers punches the chair back into Blade's face! Bass Rogers has been known to headbutt chairs into people before, but he was probably wiser just punching this one. The Tough Customers are back in this match!

Bass Rogers hauls John Uldwall back up to his feet, drags him over to the side of the ring where the barbed wire collapsed, and places him in a standing headscissors. It looks as if he's going to power bomb John Uldwall all the way down to the concrete floor! No, Blade gets up behind Bass Rogers, and smacks him in the back with the barbed wire chair! Blade grabs Bass Rogers, and Irish-whips him into the barbed wire on the other side of the ring. Bass Rogers hollers in pain, then staggers forward with fresh cuts on his back... right into a full-on unprotected shot to the head with the barbed wire chair, sending him down to the canvas in a heap!

Blade throws the barbed wire chair aside, and begins to ascend the turnbuckle, while John Uldwall circles around and takes up his position in the opposite corner. It looks as if the Wrecking Crew are setting Bass Rogers up for the Breakdown! Bass Rogers stands up... BREAKDOWN! They hit it! Blade makes the cover... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... KICKOUT! Bass Rogers kicked out of the Breakdown! The Wrecking Crew exchange a worried glance, as the crowd goes crazy! How did Bass Rogers kick out of that!?

John Uldwall motions for Blade to head back up top so they can do it again, but Darren Michaels is up, and he has the barbed wire chair! Darren Michaels bashes John Uldwall with the barbed wire chair, then jabs the tip of the chair into Blade's gut. Darren Michaels tosses the chair aside, backs up, and takes a running start... FOOTBALL TACKLE INTO THE BARBED WIRE! Blade and Darren Michaels tumble through the wire and down to the floor! Back in the ring, John Uldwall and Bass Rogers are beginning to stand... Bass Rogers lunges forward, and mows John Uldwall down with a HUGE lariat! Bass Rogers then takes the barbed wire chair, and places it on top of John Uldwall. What's he up to? Bass Rogers heads over to the corner, and begins to ascend the turnbuckle. Is he really going to... MOONSAULT ONTO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE... TWO... THREE!! The Tough Customers win!

Bleeding, battered and victorious, Bass Rogers pounds his chest and roars, as the crowd gives him a big round of cheers for a hard fought win. He then heads out to the floor, where Dean Sanders is helping a bloody but triumphant Darren Michaels off the concrete. Although Darren Michaels was a little skittish around the barbed wire at the very beginning of the fight, he got over his inhibitions in a big way by the end, throwing his own body on the line with that huge shoulder tackle that sent himself and Blade crashing through barbed wire and down to the concrete, giving Bass Rogers the time he needed to summon up his fighting spirit and bring home a big win. The Tough Customers certainly lived up to their name tonight, and earned a great victory.

While the ring crew and probably some paramedics clean up the carnage left in the wake of this match in preparation for the next bout, we're going to take another look at what's going on backstage.

The Pink Kitten is sitting on a bench with Sumiko at her side. She's dressed to wrestle and wearing one of the SJW World Tag Team Titles, but she seems lost in thought as she stares ahead. Stacey Lockman walks up to her, freshly showered and dressed in a VCW T-shirt and jeans.

S. Lockman: Hey, Yuri. Christina's looking for you. She wants you to get ready to meet her at the ring entrance.

The Pink Kitten sighs and slowly gets up.

P. Kitten: Thanks, I guess.

S. Lockman: So... like maybe it's none of my business, but why are you hanging out by yourself like this, anyway?

P. Kitten: I don't know. I guess I'm not really sure if I'm one of you guys, really.

Stacey Lockman puts a hand on the Pink Kitten's shoulder.

S. Lockman: Hey... sure you are! ... We've been trying to stay out of this disagreement with you and Christina, you know, but if there's--

The Pink Kitten's voice is unusually flat and serious when she interrupts.

P. Kitten: Don't worry about it. It's between us. ... Anyway, I'd better get going.

S. Lockman: Um... okay. And after you guys retain the titles, and Ken beats Lance Errington and Johnny beats Gabriel and everything, we'll all get together and celebrate!

The Pink Kitten just shrugs.

P. Kitten: Sure.

The Pink Kitten looks down at Sumiko, smiles sadly, and pats her on the head.

P. Kitten: You be good now, okay?

She turns to Stacey Lockman.

P. Kitten: Take her over to Johnny. He can take care of her.

The Pink Kitten leaves the room and begins walking down a hallway backstage. But as she goes down the hall, Melissa DelArmeggio comes from around the corner and steps in front of her.

M. DelArmeggio: Hey, Yuri. Can I talk to you for a second? I know you've got a match, but I'll make it really quick.

The Pink Kitten stares at her thoughtfully.

P. Kitten: Um... I don't know. Look, you used to be my friend, but I don't understand why--

Melissa DelArmeggio just opens her arms and smiles.

M. DelArmeggio: It's okay, though. I was mad at you for coming back when you promised you'd go to Japan with me, but I understand. Everybody makes the wrong choice sometimes. What's important is that you're always TRYING to do the right thing. And I know you know that now, Yuri. You've had a chance to know what it feels like when a close friend puts her own desires ahead of yours, and I know you'd never do something like that now.

The Pink Kitten looks at Melissa DelArmeggio, confused.

M. DelArmeggio: Look... I know how you feel, with Christina. She always made fun of me too, remember? And if you go back and watch, she's been thinking she's better than everyone else ever since she got here. Remember that? "I'm a real wrestler, not like these other bimbos," she said. "I'm from Japan, and women's wrestling in America is just a joke." That's what she said. Personally, after a year and a half of having barbed wire in my face and thumbtacks in my butt, the joke didn't seem too funny to me. But she's not better than anyone else, and we know it. If you take Britney Spears, teach her to mimic Manami Toyota, and give her a superiority complex, that doesn't make her some great goddess of wrestling, does it?

The Pink Kitten cracks a smile for a second, but then sobers up and frowns.

P. Kitten: We shouldn't talk about her behind her back like this. It's not right.

M. DelArmeggio: Well, it's not about her. It's about us. I'm just saying, I understand you, Yuri. And I think that now, after what you've experienced, you understand me. I want to be your friend again, okay? And Lance and Gabriel want to be your friends too. All of us do. Jacob Idol always talks about how much he admires wrestlers from Japan, both men and women... and Rob Solomon told me once that he thinks you have a sexy butt.

The Pink Kitten smiles bashfully and breaks her eye contact with Melissa DelArmeggio, and Melissa grins and puts a hand on her shoulder.

M. DelArmeggio: Don't tell him I told you that, okay? Just think about it. You don't need to take Christina's abuse. You're better than that, Yuri. I would be consider it an honor and privilege to be your tag team partner and chase those title belts with you. Just... don't let her take advantage of you tonight, all right?

P. Kitten: All right. I won't.

M. DelArmeggio: Good. I know more than anybody that there's nothing to gain by letting somebody you think you love use you for their own ends. Just take care of yourself, Yuri, and when this is all over, come on back...

Melissa DelArmeggio trails off as she sees Christina Ellis walk up to them in the hallway. She walks up to the Pink Kitten, looking angry.

C. Ellis: Yuri! There you are! Were you planning on no-showing me tonight or what!?

The Pink Kitten looks right back at Christina Ellis without flinching.

P. Kitten: Don't worry. I'm coming.

C. Ellis: They're waiting for us. You're coming NOW. Come on!

Christina Ellis only now notices Melissa DelArmeggio.

C. Ellis: And what in the HELL were you talking to HER about!?

P. Kitten: Just... um... stuff.

C. Ellis: She's not our friend anymore, Yuri. I'm really starting to wonder about you. Now come on!

The Pink Kitten begins walking away with Christina Ellis, but as she does she takes one last glance back at Melissa DelArmeggio. Melissa catches the glance and nods her head, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and "No Remorse" by Metallica is playing over the arena sound system! Lady Erica Whitmore, decked out in a black evening gown and fine silver jewelry, leads Sadako Momotani and the Dark Kitten to the ring as the crowd boos. They'll be the challengers in tonight's match for the SJW World Tag Team Titles, and it should be one heck of a spectacle. Sadako Momotani's a proven commodity; she's dangerous and mean, the SJW equivalent of VCW's Chris Champlain! The two times she's been seen at VCW broadcast events, she has performed well, first taking Virginia and Komachi to the limit at Blood and Thunder, then pinning Christina Ellis last Monday night. The Dark Kitten is the unknown factor here. We don't know who she is, other than that she's a tall, curvaceous blonde dressed in a dark twist on the Pink Kitten's ring attire. But we're about to find out what she's capable of, as she and Sadako Momotani step into the ring!

And now "Star Cycle" by Jeff Beck begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten come out of the ring, wearing the SJW World Tag Team Titles! They run to the ring, with the Pink Kitten staying a few steps behind Christina Ellis, then slide inside and pose for the crowd! They take off their title belts and hand them aside, and all appears well... but can they trust each other, especially after that strange conversation with Melissa DelArmeggio that we just saw? If this team and this friendship disintegrates before our eyes tonight, then the titles will change hands, and there's no question about that. The question is, could that really happen? Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll start off this match!

Sadako Momotani & Dark Kitten
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

Christina Ellis will start off the match with Sadako Momotani, and they lock up in the middle of the ring. Sadako Momotani grabs a headlock, but Christina Ellis breaks it with an elbow shot to the midsection, then backs into the ropes and runs forward to take her down with a big dropkick! Sadako Momotani goes down, and Christina Ellis runs at her again and nails her with another dropkick when she gets up! Again, Sadako Momotani goes down and stands up, and Christina Ellis hits her with a third dropkick, sending her down again! Sadako Momotani gets up, slightly dazed, and now Christina Ellis grabs a headlock and whips her to the mat with a headlock takedown!!

The crowd cheers, and Christina Ellis grinds in the headlock as Sadako Momotani begins trying to fight her way up. She gets back to her feet, grabs Christina Ellis, and lifts her for a belly-to-back suplex, but Christina Ellis flips out behind her and lands on her feet! Christina Ellis charges with a clothesline, but without even looking back somehow Sadako Momotani manages to duck, pop up behind her, and bring her down with an armbar takedown into an armbar submission!! The crowd boos, and Sadako Momotani wrenches back on the hold, causing Christina Ellis to scream in pain and flail around! She quickly struggles towards the ropes and grabs the bottom rope! Jerry Rogers counts, and Sadako Momotani breaks the hold at four.

Sadako Momotani stomps and kicks at Christina Ellis a few times, and then makes the tag to the Dark Kitten. Now we'll see what this newcomer is all about! She comes in and flings Christina Ellis to the mat with a snap mare, then puts a figure-four headscissors on her from behind! Christina Ellis is trapped in a figure-four headscissors from the Dark Kitten, and she's struggling, trying to make it to the ropes before the oxygen is cut off from her brain! She's struggling, desperately exerting herself and using more energy, but she's still fairly fresh and after several seconds she finally gets a foot in the ropes.

The Dark Kitten gets up and lashes out with a spin kick as Christina Ellis gets up, but Christina Ellis ducks, then grabs a waistlock and gives her a GERMAN SUPLEX!! Christina Ellis holds the bridge, and Jerry Rogers goes down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by the Dark Kitten! But her bell was clearly rung there, so to speak, and she looks dazed as she gets up. Christina Ellis hammers her with a few punches to the face, then whips her into the ropes, but the Dark Kitten reverses! Christina Ellis comes off the ropes, and the Dark Kitten lowers her head for a backdrop, but Christina Ellis leaps over her for a sunset flip! The Dark Kitten goes down, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... The Dark Kitten rolls back out of it at two and comes up holding Christina Ellis's legs, but before she can do anything Christina Ellis kicks her away, sending her stumbling back!

Christina Ellis pops up and charges the Dark Kitten, but the Dark Kitten brings her down with an armdrag takedown, then flows quickly into a cross armbreaker!! The crowd boos, and Christina Ellis is suddenly in a lot of pain! The Dark Kitten is showing herself to be a fluid submission wrestler! Christina Ellis flails around desperately, trying to get to the ropes, as the Dark Kitten leans back savagely on the hold! Christina Ellis struggles, clenching her teeth in pain as she quickly scrambles to get closer to the ropes, as all the while her arm is bent back painfully! She might have to tap out... but no, she has too much strength left, and she manages to pull herself to the ropes!

The Dark Kitten releases the hold at four, then kicks and stomps Christina Ellis as she pulls herself up on the ropes. Finally, Christina Ellis makes it to her feet, and the Dark Kitten kicks her in the midsection, then hooks her for a DDT! But Christina Ellis blocks, grabs her around the waist, and counters it with a Northern Lights suplex!! The crowd cheers, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half! Perhaps Christina Ellis's arm wasn't strong enough to keep her from squirming free!

Christina Ellis gets up and grabs the Dark Kitten's head, then snap mares her near her corner and tags in the Pink Kitten. The Pink Kitten flashes Christina Ellis a dirty look, but then comes in and drops a knee on the Dark Kitten's masked head! The Dark Kitten thrashes around, but she's getting up, so the Pink Kitten runs into the ropes and comes off to hit her with a dropkick! That knocks the Dark Kitten back down, and the Pink Kitten runs into the ropes behind her as she gets up this time, and comes off to take her down with a bulldog!! The crowd cheers, and the Dark Kitten's getting up again, so the Pink Kitten hooks her arms and flings her back with a double underhook suplex! The Dark Kitten crashes to the mat, the Pink Kitten covers, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half!

The Pink Kitten gets up, and the Dark Kitten is staggering a bit as she gets back to her feet! She's dazed, and the Pink Kitten lifts her from behind, into position for the Tombstone!! But the Dark Kitten squirms in her grip and takes her down with a spinning headscissors! The Pink Kitten gets up, but the Dark Kitten is up too, and now she seems to have recovered somewhat as she kicks the Pink Kitten in the midsection! The Pink Kitten doubles over, and the Dark Kitten gives her a pair of swift kicks to the thigh, then pivots and lashes out with a spin kick, but the Pink Kitten catches her foot... and the Dark Kitten jumps up and clocks her with an enzuigiri! The crowd boos, and the Dark Kitten drags the Pink Kitten to her corner and tags in Sadako Momotani!

Sadako Momotani comes in, grabs the Pink Kitten by the hair, and snap mares her to the canvas, then kicks her in the back! The Pink Kitten yells in pain, then starts to get up slowly, but Sadako Momotani hooks her arms and flings her down with a double underhook suplex! She starts to get up again, and this time Sadako Momotani hits her with a kneelift, then wraps around her in an OCTOPUS HOLD!! That's not something you necessarily see very often in VCW, but Sadako Momotani just dusted it off here against the Pink Kitten! The Pink Kitten cries out in pain and squirms a little as Jerry Rogers checks in with her, but she's not giving up yet!

Christina Ellis seems concerned on the apron, and she yells "COME ON, YURI!" as Sadako Momotani keeps the octopus applied! The Pink Kitten fights harder, squirming and writhing in the hold, and after several seconds she manages to tip the whole thing over, and both women crumple to the mat in a heap! But Sadako Momotani's up first, and she hauls the Pink Kitten up by the hair, then pulls her into a standing headscissors! She lifts her for a power bomb... but the Pink Kitten counters it with a Frankensteiner! She sits on her and cradles Sadako Momotani's legs for the pin, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... And at two, the Pink Kitten suddenly screams, lets go, and tries to pull away, but can't! Sadako Momotani's shoulders come up, but her face is still buried between the Pink Kitten's legs... and she's actually gripping her with her own hands to hold it there!

The Pink Kitten continues screaming and arches her back in agony, and with that change in angle it becomes clear that Sadako Momotani is BITING HER CROTCH!! Jerry Rogers sees that, does a shocked double-take, then immediately shouts for Sadako Momotani to stop it!! Sadako Momotani obeys, but the Pink Kitten just curls up on the mat, clutching herself and whimpering, so Sadako Momotani drops a knee into her back! The Pink Kitten writhes in pain again, and Sadako Momotani grabs one of her wrists, pulls her hand to her mouth, and now she's biting her fingers!! She's like a rabid animal turned loose in a wrestling ring!

The Pink Kitten screams again, and now Christina Ellis has had enough! She screams "LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU SICK BITCH!!" and charges into the ring! Sadako Momotani lets go and turns around, right into a SPEAR!! Christina Ellis climbs on top of her and opens up with a flurry of right hands, beating the hell out of her! The crowd cheers, happy to see that... but Jerry Rogers isn't, and he pulls Christina Ellis off and demands she return to her corner! Christina Ellis is arguing with him... and while she does, Sadako Momotani gets up, and Lady Erica Whitmore slides a stapler into the ring!

Sadako Momotani grabs it, then brings the butt of it down on the back of the Pink Kitten's head as she gets up, knocking her down! She glances back to make sure Jerry Rogers is still tied up with Christina Ellis, then grabs the Pink Kitten's legs and pulls them apart! Oh, NO... she's not really gonna... SHE STAPLES HER CROTCH!! Though the camera angle didn't quite catch it, there can be no doubt that's what happened, as the Pink Kitten lets out an ear-piercing scream and begins thrashing around with her hands cupped over her groin! The crowd boos loudly, and a loud "HOLY SHIT!" chant goes up among the fans! Even the cynical, hardcore VCW crowd is shocked by these new depths of depravity! Christina Ellis was right, last Monday; Sadako Momotani is dangerous and sadistic! What kind of inhuman monster is she!?

Jerry Rogers turns around at that, but not in time to see Sadako Momotani throw the stapler out of the ring, then quickly pull the Pink Kitten up! She lifts her... and then gives her an inverted atomic drop!! The Pink Kitten screams again and crumples to the mat in pain, and you just know that... the staple... that's too painful to even THINK about! Jerry Rogers tries to check in with the Pink Kitten, but Sadako Momotani nudges him out of the way, then tags in the Dark Kitten and rolls out of the ring! At least now she's done... no, she's not, as she grabs the Pink Kitten's legs from the outside, then pulls her into position and jerks her groin-first into the steel ringpost!!

The Pink Kitten sounds slightly hoarse as she screams this time, and the crowd boos loudly again! Jerry Rogers begins lecturing Sadako Momotani, but he's not disqualifying her, since he still evidently doesn't know about the stapling. And while he's lecturing her, the Dark Kitten starts choking the Pink Kitten behind his back! Christina Ellis screams in outrage, enters the ring, and pulls the Dark Kitten off of her, but Jerry Rogers turns around and sees her in the ring, then begins sending her back to the corner again! The crowd boos loudly, and someone's cup of soda flies past Jerry Rogers's head, narrowly missing him! And now, behind his back, Sadako Momotani reaches between the Pink Kitten's legs, and by the motions of her hands she seems to pull out the staple and throw it away! The camera was too far away to really make out the details, but it looked like she just unstapled the Pink Kitten... a smart move, since she'd probably be instantly disqualified if Jerry Rogers saw a staple in her opponent's groin!

Christina Ellis finally stops struggling and goes back to her corner, stopping only to yell at Jerry Rogers "YOU USELESS SON OF A BITCH, KEEP THEM OFF OF HER!!" before she steps out. Jerry Rogers turns around, and the Dark Kitten gives him an innocent look and a shrug, and Jerry Rogers turns back to Christina Ellis with a skeptical frown and a shrug of his own. Then, fortunately, he turns back to the match as the Dark Kitten pulls the Pink Kitten up, measures her, and knocks her down with a kick to the face! The Pink Kitten is down, and the Dark Kitten sits on her back and applies a camel clutch!! Though the Pink Kitten groans and writhes in the hold, this is probably actually a step up from the stapling and biting that she has endured thus far.

The crowd boos loudly, then begins a loud "YURI!" chant that quickly grows in volume! Sadako Momotani and the Dark Kitten have actually managed to disgust and offend even a VCW crowd, and the crowd support is deafening as the Pink Kitten begins to fight the camel clutch! She slowly struggles her way up, managing to somehow get up to one knee with the larger and heavier Dark Kitten on her back... but then the Dark Kitten dismounts, steps back, and kicks her in the face before she can stand up all the way! The Pink Kitten goes down hard, and the crowd's excitement quickly turns to boos.

The Dark Kitten tags out to Sadako Momotani, and the crowd's boos get even louder as she comes in! She hauls the Pink Kitten up, kicks her in the midsection, and then whips her violently to the corner! The Pink Kitten hits the turnbuckles back first, hobbling out in obvious pain, and Sadako Momotani lifts her on the way out and brings her down with a POWERSLAM!! She covers, and at least now maybe it'll be over! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... KICKOUT!! The Pink Kitten just kicked out at two and three-quarters!

Sadako Momotani just smiles, then picks the Pink Kitten up by the hair, scoops her up, and brings her down on a knee with a backbreaker! The Pink Kitten squirms in pain on the mat, and Sadako Momotani grabs her legs and turns her over into a BOSTON CRAB!! The crowd boos again, and the Pink Kitten struggles in agony in Sadako Momotani's grip! Once again, the crowd gets behind her, cheering her on and chanting her name, but will it be enough? The Pink Kitten has taken a lot of abuse in this match, and she may have to tap out... but she's still fighting! She's crawling towards the ropes in that Boston crab! Sadako Momotani leans back, applying pressure on it, and the Pink Kitten is in a great deal of pain, but she's fighting it! She's crawling for the ropes... and after nearly half a minute, she makes it! The crowd erupts, and Jerry Rogers counts to four until Sadako Momotani releases the hold, looking disappointed.

Sadako Momotani drags the Pink Kitten back to her corner, then tags in the Dark Kitten, and the two women stomp and kick at the Pink Kitten until Jerry Rogers tells Sadako Momotani to get out of the ring. The Pink Kitten is fading fast, and the Dark Kitten scoops her up, slams her to the canvas, and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle! She gets up top, and this could be it... MOONSAULT!! No, the Pink Kitten rolls out of the way, and the Dark Kitten wipes out on the mat!! Lady Erica Whitmore frowns on the outside, and Sadako Momotani is grimacing on the apron, but everyone in the crowd is cheering! And on the apron, Christina Ellis is electrified, holding her hand out wide and practically dancing for a chance to get in the ring!!

The Pink Kitten slowly looks up and begins crawling to her corner, and the Dark Kitten is starting to stir as well. She rolls over to her corner and tags in Sadako Momotani! Sadako Momotani rushes into the ring and lunges for the Pink Kitten... but the Pink Kitten makes a desperate lunge of her own and TAGS CHRISTINA ELLIS!! The crowd goes CRAZY as Christina Ellis screams in fury and jumps into the ring, eyes burning with hatred! Sadako Momotani rushes her with a punch, but Christina Ellis ducks, tackles Sadako Momotani to the mat, and crawls on top of her, then begins punching her in the face! Jerry Rogers protests about the closed fists, but Christina Ellis yells "GO FUCK YOURSELF!" at him, then leans down and starts biting Sadako Momotani's face!! The crowd cheers as Sadako Momotani thrashes around in agony, and it looks like she's getting a taste of her own medicine!

The Dark Kitten gets up and rushes into the ring, then pulls Christina Ellis off of her partner, but Christina Ellis catches her with a forearm to the midsection, then hoists her in a fireman's carry lift and falls back with a Samoan Drop!! Sadako Momotani's getting up too, but Christina Ellis takes her down with a dropkick!! Sadako Momotani crashes to the mat, then tries to roll out of the ring, but Christina Ellis pulls her up from behind, lifts her, and brings her down with a belly-to-back suplex!! The crowd erupts!

The Dark Kitten gets up and lashes out at Christina Ellis with a spin kick, but Christina catches her foot and brings her down with a dragon screw leg whip, then flows from that into a scorpion deathlock!! The Dark Kitten's in the scorpion deathlock, and Christina Ellis doesn't seem to care that she's not the legal woman and thus can't submit to give them the match! But she sees Sadako Momotani starting to get up again, so she releases the hold, then comes forward and rocks Momotani with a punch to the face! And then she whips Sadako Momotani into a corner, then follows her in with a dropkick that smashes her against the turnbuckles!

Sadako Momotani staggers out of the corner, and Christina Ellis kicks her in the midsection, hooks her, and brings her down with a snap suplex! As she gets up near the ropes, the Dark Kitten charges her, but Christina Ellis ducks low and backdrops her OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!! Sadako Momotani's down, and the Dark Kitten has just been dumped... and now Christina Ellis steps out to the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle! Sadako Momotani gets up, groggy and dazed... and Christina Ellis comes off with a FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS!! Sadako Momotani goes down under Christina Ellis, and Ellis hooks the leg for the cover as Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half!!

On the outside of the ring, the Dark Kitten just grabbed a chair... and now Lady Erica Whitmore is up on the ring apron, distracting Jerry Rogers!! The Dark Kitten slides into the ring with the chair, but the Pink Kitten comes in behind her and dropkicks her in the back! She stumbles forward and falls down, and the Pink Kitten grabs her and pulls her up... but the Dark Kitten cuts her off with a low blow!!

The Pink Kitten goes down again, curled up in misery, and the Dark Kitten grabs the chair! But now she's not going after Christina Ellis; she's stalking the Pink Kitten! She moves to the far side of the ring, raising the chair as the Pink Kitten gets up... and Christina Ellis looks up from Sadako Momotani just in time to see what's going on! She rushes forward as the Pink Kitten gets up, and tackles her out of the way of the chairshot, taking the brunt of it herself!! Christina Ellis just took the bullet for the Pink Kitten! The Dark Kitten looks down at her, confused for a second, and the Pink Kitten tackles her to the mat, sending the chair flying out of her grasp to clatter outside of the ring, and opens up on her with a series of punches!

But, as that useless idiot Jerry Rogers FINALLY turns around, now Sadako Momotani is up, and she pulls the Pink Kitten off of the Dark Kitten from behind, then lifts her and gives her a belly-to-back suplex! The Pink Kitten is down, and so is Christina Ellis! The Dark Kitten steps out to the apron for just a second, and Sadako Momotani tags her in, then scoops Christina Ellis up, bodyslams her, and steps aside. Meanwhile, the Dark Kitten ascends the turnbuckles facing the crowd, and prepares to leap... but the Pink Kitten is up, and she darts forward and shoves the Dark Kitten's legs, causing her to fall and rack herself on the top turnbuckle!

Sadako Momotani screams in outrage, then charges forward and knocks the Pink Kitten down with a dropkick!! And then she bends down to pull her up... but Christina Ellis is up on her feet now, and she dropkicks Sadako Momotani in the back! Sadako Momotani falls down on her hands and knees, and Christina Ellis gets up and screams "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" as she pulls herself up! She grabs Sadako Momotani in a waistlock, then lifts and brings her down with a German suplex!! But instead of holding it, she rolls up to her feet, then releases the waistlock to apply a full nelson, and flings her back with the DRAGON SUPLEX!! The crowd cheers loudly, and... and Christina Ellis still isn't done, because she rolls back to her feet again, then releases the full nelson to tuck her head between Sadako Momotani's legs and pull her arms across her body!! She lifts her again, then brings her down with the OCEAN CYCLONE SUPLEX!! Good Lord!! Christina Ellis may have just followed through on her threat to kill Sadako Momotani!!

The crowd's cheering loudly, but the Dark Kitten has recovered, and she's the legal woman! She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and nails Christina Ellis with a European uppercut as she gets up from the Ocean Cyclone Suplex! Christina Ellis staggers back, and the Dark Kitten measures her for a spin kick... but the Pink Kitten comes up behind her, whirls her around, and kicks her in the midsection! The Dark Kitten doubles over, and Christina Ellis recovers and grabs her from behind in a full nelson! The Pink Kitten smiles, and she grabs the Dark Kitten's feet! The crowd cheers loudly and comes to their feet, and Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten drive the Dark Kitten down with the SPIKE DRAGON SUPLEX!! That has to be all! Sadako Momotani and the Dark Kitten are completely down and out, and Christina Ellis goes down for the cover on the Dark Kitten! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! The SJW World Tag Team Champions retain!!

The crowd is cheering wildly, and Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten shove their beaten opponents out of the ring, then claim their title belts! Christina Ellis raises her belt high, posing for the crowd on one side of the ring, but the Pink Kitten comes up behind her, grabs her by the shoulder, and turns her around! Christina Ellis has a questioning look in her eyes as the Pink Kitten says something to her, then lunges forward and throws her arms around her in a big hug!! The crowd cheers again, and Christina Ellis hugs the Pink Kitten in return, patting her on the back, then releases the hug, steps to the side, and holds the Pink Kitten's hands up in victory!

Somehow, they did it. Despite facing a world-class competitor hell-bent on torturing them and a mysterious but highly-skilled mystery woman of mystery, they not only won the match, but it looks like they've saved their team and their friendship, too. When it really mattered, they showed where their loyalties were and helped each other pull through to win this match! They roll out of the ring, passing by Lady Erica Whitmore as she kneels by her fallen team, looking them over for any sign of life and finding none. Sadako Momotani and the Dark Kitten may be injured after taking those devastating moves at the end of the match, and to be honest it couldn't have happened to a better pair of people!

The crowd continues to cheer as Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten head up the ramp with their title belts, touching the hands of the fans in the aisles and accepting congratulations for their victory. Then, as they get up near the backstage entrance, Johnny Smiles steps out, carrying the stuffed cat Sumiko, to a HUGE pop from the crowd! He steps forward and gives Christina Ellis a big hug, and the Pink Kitten stops and watches, disappointed... but then after a second, Christina Ellis steps away from him and nudges the Pink Kitten forward into a hug from Johnny Smiles, which she eagerly returns!

After a few seconds, the Pink Kitten goes over to Sumiko and gives it a hug as well, then takes off her SJW World Tag Team Title belt and puts it around Sumiko's waist! Johnny Smiles, Christina Ellis, and the Pink Kitten all gather around Sumiko and lift it on Johnny's shoulders, and he begins carrying it backstage as if it won the match!! Despite the abuse they've taken and the disagreements they've had, they're in high spirits after this successful title defense! But... we're evidently going to take a look backstage now!

Melissa DelArmeggio is sitting backstage, watching the victory celebration on a monitor. Finally, as it concludes, she gets up and turns away, shaking her head.

M. DelArmeggio: I thought you listened to me, Yuri. I really did.

Melissa DelArmeggio walks away, looking disappointed, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Evidently not everyone's pleased that the Pink Kitten remains friends with Christina Ellis, but the vast majority of fans certainly seem to be. It certainly sends a positive message, and provides a positive note on which Part I of Spontaneous Combustion will come to a close. Will more of our stories have endings as happy as this one tonight? Some may, and some may not, but make sure you join us as the night unfolds! Part II of Spontaneous Combustion is waiting for you, just one click away!!

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