We're back, and ready to start with Part II of Spontaneous Combustion! We've already seen a lot of action, and we expect it to keep on coming from here! Without any further ado, we're heading right into our next match!

"Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing, and the crowd cheers as Brujah comes out of the backstage entrance! He's walking to the ring with no visible emotion on his face, but we know he has to be looking ahead to his battle with Chris Champlain. He doesn't acknwledge the crowd as he begins walking down the ramp, only looking up to give a camera a dirty look... but before he gets too far, Chris Champlain comes out of the backstage entrance behind him!! The crowd boos loudly, and Chris Champlain sprints towards Brujah... and Brujah whirls around and swings blindly to cut him down with a huge LARIAT!! Chris Champlain tried to sneak attack Brujah, and it just backfired!

Chris Champlain's down on the entrance ramp, and Brujah crouches over him, unloading on him with a flurry of right hands! We haven't even started the match yet, and Brujah's beating the hell out of Chris Champlain! After several punches, he finally stands, then grabs Chris Champlain, pulls him up, and drops him throat-first on the guardrail! Chris Champlain collapses to the floor, and Brujah stomps and kicks at him, then hauls him up by the hair, measures him, and nails him with a right hand square to the jaw! That sends Chris Champlain tumbling down the ramp, and he lands at a heap at ringside and starts getting up!

Brujah advances on Chris Champlain, ready to continue the assault... but Chris Champlain reaches under the ring, pulls out a fire extinguisher, and nails Brujah in the forehead with the butt of it! Brujah goes down hard, and Chris Champlain grabs a strand of barbed wire from under the ring, left over from the earlier barbed wire match, and wraps it around Brujah's neck, choking him with it! It's cutting into his own hands as he pulls it tight, but he doesn't seem to care! Brujah struggles and thrashes around, and Chris Champlain hauls him up, then uses the barbed wire to snap mare him down onto the thinly padded floor! Fortunately, in the process he also loses his grip on it and is forced to stop choking Brujah.

Brujah slowly gets up, and fortunately the cuts in his neck are only superficial scratches. Chris Champlain hits him with a kick to the midsection, then grabs him by the hair and rams him head-first into the steel ringpost! Brujah turns and staggers away, and Chris Champlain grabs him by the hair and rolls him into the ring, then climbs inside after him! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and after all of this violence beforehand, the match is now officially underway!!

Brujah starts to get up, but Chris Champlain nails him in the back with a forearm shot, then grabs a double handful of his hair and flings him back down to the mat! Brujah gets to his hands and knees, but Chris Champlain hauls off and kicks him in the face, causing him to flop over on his back! Brujah's mad, and he starts getting right back up, but Chris Champlain knees him in the midsection, then grabs him by the hair and takes him head-first into one of the turnbuckles! Brujah staggers back a few steps, but doesn't go down, and then he turns and sends Chris Champlain reeling with a wildly-swung right hand!

Undaunted, Chris Champlain advances on him again, and this time Brujah opens up on him with a series of punches, backing him into the ropes! Brujah whips him to the other side, then rushes him as he comes off and drills him with a Yakuza kick! Chris Champlain starts to get up, but Brujah hauls him up again and whips him to a corner of the ring! Chris Champlain hits the turnbuckles and staggers out, and Brujah catches him and powers him down with a big SPINEBUSTER!! Brujah's inner fury and strength advantage are coming together as he attacks Chris Champlain in the early goings of this match! He covers, and Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Chris Champlain!

Brujah doesn't really seem surprised by the kickout, and as Chris Champlain gets up, he's measuring him for a lariat! He's pulling out the big moves and trying to get this one over with early! Chris Champlain's up, and Brujah rushes him with a lariat, but he ducks low, grabs Brujah, and falls back to drop him throat-first on the top rope with a Hotshot! Brujah crumples to the mat, and Chris Champlain wraps two hands around his neck and starts choking him! Brendan Powers counts, and at four Chris Champlain releases the chokehold, giving Brendan Powers a pleasant, yet disturbing smile as he backs off and raises his hands.

Brujah's getting up again, but Chris Champlain comes in and dropkicks him from behind! Brujah falls forward, slumping against the ropes, and Chris Champlain shoves him down and starts choking him against them! Brendan Powers counts, and Chris Champlain breaks on four again, leaving Brujah slumped against the ropes! Brujah pulls himself up on the ropes, but Chris Champlain rushes forward and dropkicks him again, sending him spilling out through the ropes to the floor! Brujah gets up again, but Chris Champlain runs forward and leaps out over the top rope to crash into him with a SOMERSAULT PLANCHA!! The crowd cheers, and both men are down on the floor!

But through sheer determination, Brujah's still forcing himself to his feet, and he and Chris Champlain stand at about the same time. Chris Champlain hits him with a couple forearm smashes, then steps in and nails him with a European uppercut, and Brujah staggers back... then snarls and charges forward with a LARIAT!! But again, Chris Champlain ducks, and Brujah ends up hitting the steel ringpost with his lariat!! He staggers away, cursing to himself and clutching his lariat arm to his side in pain... and Chris Champlain is watching him with an ear-to-ear grin. He sees an opening to cause his opponent more pain, and you know he intends to exploit it!

Chris Champlain knees Brujah in the midsection, then rolls him back into the ring and comes in after him. Brujah gets up, clutching his arm at his side, but Chris Champlain's up too, and he grabs Brujah by the wrist, twists his arm in a hammerlock, and drives an elbow into it! Brujah yells out in pain, and Chris Champlain sweeps his legs to take him down, then holds his arm down to the canvas and drops a knee on it! He seems to take delight in Brujah's struggles and cries of pain, and he raises up and drops a knee on it again! The crowd boos, and Chris Champlain seems to be gearing up to do it again when Brujah reaches over and gouges him in the eyes!

Chris Champlain rolls off of Brujah, clutching his face, and Brujah gets up, then kicks Chris Champlain in the midsection as he comes back over to him. Chris Champlain doubles over, and Brujah grabs his hair with both hands, then pulls him into a sharp kneelift to the forehead! Chris Champlain staggers back into a corner of the ring, and Brujah backs up, then rushes forward and tags him right in the face with a YAKUZA KICK!! He got all of that one, and Chris Champlain flops out of the corner limply! Brujah goes down and covers him, and Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Chris Champlain!

Brujah grimaces as he gets back to his feet. With his arm injured, he has a big target for Chris Champlain to exploit, and he'll have a very hard time using his lariat and Power Bomb effectively. He needs to end this one quickly, but he doesn't have access to some of his most devastating moves! Chris Champlain's starting to stir, and Brujah grabs him from behind on his good side, then lifts him and brings him down with a belly-to-back suplex! The crowd cheers, and Brujah drops a knee on his face, then goes down and covers! Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half again by Chris Champlain!

Brujah pulls Chris Champlain up, knees him in the midsection, and grabs him by the throat with his left hand, bracing him with his right! He's going for a chokeslam! But his movements are a little more awkward on this side, and before he can get into position and lift, Chris Champlain catches him with an elbow to the head, then hooks his head and his arm and brings him down with a single-arm DDT! And from that, he flows into an ARMBAR SUBMISSION!! The crowd boos loudly, and Chris Champlain grins to himself as he cranks back on the hold, sending a hoarse growl of pain up from Brujah! He enjoys causing pain more than anything, and he's doing a lot of that now!

Brujah begins struggling, trying to make his way to the ropes, but Chris Champlain has the armbar locked in, and Brujah's a long way away. He's struggling, pushing with his legs and crawling with his free arm, but it's slow progress! The crowd isn't really getting strongly behind them as they would with Johnny Smiles or Ken Collins, but he has a portion of the fans cheering him on as he struggles towards the ropes! Chris Champlain doesn't even seem to care about the progress that he makes, or even whether or not Brujah will tap out before he makes the ropes; he seems absorbed in the moment, focused only on causing Brujah as much pain as he can in each immediate second! Brujah continues crawling slowly, pain and determination etched on his face, ignoring Brendan Powers's questions as to whether or not he wants to stay in the match... and finally, he makes it!!

The crowd cheers, and Chris Champlain holds the armbar for a four-count, then releases it, stands up, and begins stomping and kicking at Brujah as he gets up. Brujah takes a clumsy swing at him with his left, but Chris Champlain blocks, kicks him in the midsection, and grabs his arm! He twists it behind him in a wristlock, then scoops him up and bodyslams him to the canvas, so he lands on his own arm! Brujah yells out in pain again, and Chris Champlain puts the boots to him again, then grabs his wrist as he gets up! He's preparing to inflict further abuse, but Brujah whirls on him and knocks him down with a left-armed lariat! It didn't seem to carry the force of his normal lariat, but it still just knocked Chris Champlain down!

Chris Champlain starts getting up, but he looks a little unsteady. Brujah winds his arm up, grimaces, and charges, then takes him down with another LARIAT!! That one was from the right, and it knocks Chris Champlain into next week... but it also sends Brujah to his knees, clenching his teeth in pain and clutching the arm! After a few seconds of excruciating pain, he covers Chris Champlain, and Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Chris Champlain! Brujah couldn't capitalize on it that time, because of the pain!

He seems determined, though, as he pulls Chris Champlain up, and into a standing headscissors! With a great deal of effort, he lifts him for the Power Bomb... but Chris Champlain wiggles, his grip gives out, and Chris Champlain shifts position and brings him down with a DDT!! He just countered the Power Bomb into a DDT, and Brujah's down! Chris Champlain moves over to his side, then pulls Brujah's arm up between his legs for a standing cross armbreaker!! Brujah's face-down on the mat, and Chris Champlain's squatting down on his shoulder as he pulls back on the wrist!

Brujah cries out in agony, but even now, he's struggling and trying to pull himself up! Chris Champlain is holding on, keeping the pressure applied... but Brujah manages to get to his hands and knees, then plant one foot on the mat! He reaches over with a free hand and trips Chris Champlain up, sending him falling forward and breaking the hold, then rolls away from him, clutching his arm to his side! He managed to break that hold, but he's still in pain... and now Chris Champlain's up again, and he's coming for Brujah!

Brujah gets up, blocks a forearm smash from Chris Champlain with his left arm, then grabs him by the hair, steps in, and headbutts him! That sends Chris Champlain back a few steps, and Brujah backs into the ropes, then comes off and drills him with a Yakuza kick!! Chris Champlain goes down, and Brujah backs off, rubbing his arm and grimacing! He's trying to work some feeling into it! He stands in a corner and waits for Chris Champlain to stand! Chris Champlain stands up, but he's looking the wrong way... and Brujah yells "TURN AROUND, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" at him, then runs forward and drills him with a LARIAT!! Chris Champlain goes down hard, but Brujah drops to the mat, holding his arm and screaming!! He hit Chris Champlain with one more lariat, and it looks like it cost him!

After several seconds, Brujah manages to regain his composure, but instead of going for the cover, he gets up and steps out to the apron. He's going to the top, perhaps for the Swandive Headbutt!! That won't require his right arm, and it may be one of the few chances he has to put Chris Champlain away. But he took too long to recover after that last lariat, and Chris Champlain's up! Chris Champlain bolts forward and dropkicks Brujah in the ankle as he gets to the top, and Brujah falls crotch-first on the top turnbuckle! Chris Champlain smiles and climbs up with him, then hooks his head, gets into position, and brings him down with a TOP-ROPE DDT!! Brujah just got SPIKED right down into the canvas!! The crowd can't contain a few cheers for that move, and Chris Champlain sits up, grinning to himself, as a "HOLY SHIT!" chant begins and quickly grows in volume! Chris Champlain covers, and this'll be it as Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THRE... KICKOUT!! At the last possible instant, Brujah somehow kicked out!

Brujah's always been tough, but it's hard to fathom where that came from. Perhaps Chris Champlain's focus on his arm instead of his head and neck left him strong enough in those areas to survive even that horrific move! Chris Champlain looks a little incredulous, but he doesn't necessarily seem disappointed. He grabs Brujah's arm, overcoming his feeble attempts to struggle, and falls back into a CROSS ARMBREAKER!! Brujah yells out desperately and begins thrashing around in pain, and this match has to be over soon now! Brujah's struggling, but he doesn't have much strength left, and he may have to tap out soon or face a broken arm!

Brujah thrashes around on the mat, trying to desperately scramble to the ropes! He's not that far away, but in his state right now it must seem like miles! He's jerking himself towards the ropes with desperate strength, and Chris Champlain keeps the hold applied! Finally, after several agonizing seconds, he manages to take a white-knuckled grip on the bottom rope, and Brendan Powers orders Chris Champlain to break the hold! He waits until the four count, then stands up and raises his hands innocently.

Brendan Powers stops to lecture Chris Champlain about keeping his holds applied too long, but somehow Brujah's pulling himself up! He has a vacant look in his eyes, but he somehow raises his right arm up! Chris Champlain has his back turned, looking at Brendan Powers... and Brujah snarls like a wounded animal, then yells "I GOT ONE MORE LEFT FOR YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!!" and charges! Chris Champlain whirls around... LARIAT!! No, Chris Champlain ducks, and Brujah knocks down Brendan Powers!! Brujah crumples to the mat with a resounding scream, holding his arm at his side and tapping the mat frantically! He's not even in a submission hold, and it looks like he's tapping out! That last lariat was one too many for his arm!!

But Chris Champlain just grins again, looking from the downed form of Brendan Powers to Brujah's pain-paralyzed body, then rolls out of the ring! He looks under the ring, rooting around for something... and he pulls out an IRON MACE!! How the hell did that get under the ring? Did he sneak in before the show and stash it there!? The crowd boos, and Chris Champlain raises the heavy weapon high above his head, then slides into the ring with it! With the mace in his hand, Chris Champlain pulls Brujah up to his knees, then takes aim and draws back the mace... LOW BLOW!! Brujah just brought his left fist up between Chris Champlain's legs before he swung, and Chris Champlain drops the mace and crumples to the mat!

Brujah gets up, his face red and streaked with tears and sweat, and looks at Chris Champlain, then Brendan Powers with dread. He knows he can't get out of this by tapping out, with no referee to see it; he has to take Chris Champlain out just to survive now, and he grabs the mace in his left hand! His right arm's dangling uselessly at his side, and we know his left's not as strong or as quick, but with that damn thing in his hand it probably won't matter! Chris Champlain gets to his feet and starts to straighten up, but Brujah swings the mace square into his gut! Chris Champlain doubles over and starts to crumple to the mat, and Brujah clubs him square in the back with it for good measure, flattening him!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Brujah kicks Chris Champlain over onto his back with his feet, then tosses the mace aside and goes to the top turnbuckle! Chris Champlain's down, not moving an inch, and Brujah doesn't even try to raise his arms before he comes off with the SWANDIVE HEADBUTT!! He connected that time, and the crowd cheers, and Brujah just flops over onto his back, gasping and staring up at the lights with vacant eyes. He could have the match now, if he'd go for the cover and Brendan Powers would come around!

But hold on a second... someone's stepping out of the backstage entrance! It's... half of his face is covered in a mask! It's DESMOND!! What's he doing here!? He doesn't work here anymore!! And this time, he's wearing the mask over the unscarred half of his face!! The crowd doesn't know what to make of him as he slowly advances on the ring, then stops on the outside to pick up Chris Champlain's iron mace! He climbs into the ring with it, and Brujah noticed the motion from the corner of his eyes and sits up! He looks up at Desmond, and it looks like the pain on his face becomes even greater! He starts to stand up, saying something to Desmond... but Desmond just looks down at him with a wide-eyed, demented grin for a few seconds, then steps forward and CLOBBERS him with the mace!! The crowd lets out a loud "OOOH!" and boos loudly, and Desmond stands over Brujah, grinning maniacally!! He just bashed his former best friend's brains out with that mace, damn it!!

Brujah is laid out, and when the camera cuts back to him, he's bleeding profusely from the forehead and laying in a pool of his own blood. Brendan Powers is starting to stir, and Desmond slowly backs away, staring gleefully into the ring. The match may be beside the point, as both men are laid out. Desmond walks backwards up the ramp, admiring his handiwork, and Brendan Powers gets his wits about him enough to check on both combatants. Neither man's responding, and he starts the ten count. The crowd counts along with him, but neither man is stirring as he counts to ten!

The crowd boos as Desmond disappears backstage, leaving both Brujah and Chris Champlain laid out in the ring. This has to be an act of vengance, after what happened to him at Blood and Thunder! Brujah was sent by Troy Black to maul his former best friend, Desmond, and then Desmond was fired after the match! Now he's back, somehow, and he just gave Brujah some payback, with a damn iron mace straight over the head! As trainers and medics come out to take a look at these two, we understand that the cameras are going to take a look backstage at something... rather stupid. Let's check that out now!

A man is sitting backstage at a table in the catering area, wearing a tiger suit. Nearby is a large counter with a lot of food set out and several more smaller dining tables. The man's tiger suit is orange with black stripes and a white underbelly, with paw-like shoes for the feet but nothing covering the hands. The suit has a long tiger's tail, and a hood with two tiger ears, but the man's face is clearly visible, and he looks sad. He glances up on the wall at a clock, then sighs.

Man: I sent someone to get him almost a minute and a half ago. He's probably not here. He probably already left. Either that, or he doesn't want to see me anyway. I should have known it would be like this.

The man sighs again and rests his chin in the palms of his hands, looking gloomy, but he actually manages a weak smile when the Green Dragon walks onto the scene. He's still wearing the green mask, but instead of wrestling gear he's now wearing a green T-shirt and a dark green pair of jeans.

Man: Dragon! You came to see me after all!

G. Dragon: Why hello! If it isn't my old friend, the Unlucky Tiger! Wow, I haven't seen you in a long time. Last time I heard from you, you weren't doing too well. Any improvements?

The Unlucky Tiger just sighs and shakes his head, and a tear rolls down one of his cheeks.

U. Tiger: My life's been worse than ever, old friend of mine. One misfortune after another. I had to stop driving a car because I ran over too many nails in the road and couldn't afford to keep buying tires, and the bus is always coming too early and leaving me behind. But I've still kept my job working as the janitor in the old plastics plant. The hours have been erratic, but it's a living.

The Green Dragon nods and puts a hand to his chin.

G. Dragon: Perhaps you should become a wrestler, like me!

U. Tiger: I considered it, but I'm not very strong, and I'd probably just get hurt.

G. Dragon: You might be right. ... And how's your wife?

The Unlucky Tiger chokes back a sob, then sighs again. He hangs his head for several seconds, then finally looks up.

U. Tiger: She said I wasn't much of a man, and she left me for a freshman on the local football team. I suppose she's probably right, and it's good that it's behind me now.

G. Dragon: Hmm. But that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you! I suppose that happens to lots of men. Women like the guys on those college football teams, you know.

U. Tiger: He was a freshman on the high school football team, actually. But I don't really think it matters. She didn't have a job, so it was hard for me to support our family. Now that she's gone, maybe I can do some of the things I was putting off... like start paying on all the back taxes I owe, and catch up on all that long-overdue dental work I need.

G. Dragon: Hey, there you go! This could be a new beginning for you!

U. Tiger: I really hope so. Because I've gotten my hopes up before, only to have them dashed and ruined. But maybe this time will be different! I certainly hope it will.

The Unlucky Tiger starts to smile, when "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden walks onto the scene with La Princesa Lobo. He has his arm around her waist, and he uses his other hand to pull his glasses forward a little and look down his nose at the Green Dragon and the Unlucky Tiger.

H. Gilden: What the hell is this!? Did somebody open a defective box of animal crackers in here!? Look... Dragon. I don't know who this shmuck is, but Hot Stuff's starting to get a real BURN against you, pal. I didn't wanna be your partner tonight, and I damn sure didn't want you to make me look like some kind of lame-ass CHUMP by getting beat out there. You get me?

The Unlucky Tiger buries his face in his hands and shakes his head fretfully.

U. Tiger: Oh, this won't end well, I just know it!

G. Dragon: Hey, sorry there... uh, Hot Stuff. I'm not trying to make anyone mad. Can I make it up to you?

Hasan Gilden grins and gestures to the catering counter.

H. Gilden: Yeah... why don't you do that? Go ahead and prove that you ARE useful for something, okay? Get over there and make me a sandwich.

G. Dragon: Um, well, that's not really what I had in--

H. Gilden: Hey. You got a hearing problem or something? I said get over there and make Hot Stuff a sandwich, and I meant now, bitch!

The Green Dragon scowls.

G. Dragon: Yeah, I'll make you a sandwich, all right...

Hasan Gilden whispers something in La Princesa Lobo's ear, and she giggles. They sit down at another table, near the Unlucky Tiger, as the Green Dragon goes over to the catering table.

The camera shifts to a different view, and the Green Dragon puts lettuce, tomatoes, onions, pickles, mustard, and a slice of cheese on a large bun, then tops it off with several slices of turkey. Then he looks back and notices that Hasan Gilden is absorbed in saying something to La Princesa Lobo, and he turns his back to them (and the camera) and fiddles with the buttons on his jeans.

G. Dragon: So you want a sandwich, huh? I'll just top it with a little meat of my own here for a few seconds, and then you'll eat it and you won't be any the wiser, you dumb sucker.

The Green Dragon shifts position and steps in front of the sandwich, still with his back to the camera, and stands there snickering to himself. But as he does, Pauline Vietjohn walks up to the other side of the food counter and grabs a banana and a bottle of mineral water. But then she looks over at the Green Dragon, does a double take, and stares at him.

P. Vietjohn: Oh my GOD...

The Green Dragon looks over at her, startled, and meets her horrified gaze with his own eyes.

G. Dragon: Um... eh... oh, jeez... uh... it's, uh, not what it looks like! Really!

P. Vietjohn: It looks like you have your dick on a sandwich.

G. Dragon: Oh. I guess, then... it IS what it looks like. I suppose. ... Say, you hungry?

Pauline Vietjohn grimaces in disgust.

P. Vietjohn: Look, Dragon. You've got a long way to go towards self-improvement in a lot of areas before any woman's going to want that in her mouth, regardless of all the pickles and cheese and mayonaisse you've got on there.

G. Dragon: Um... I didn't put any mayo on it.

P. Vietjohn: Then what's that stuff on... no. No, please... tell me you're joking.

G. Dragon: Er, you see... when you came up and surprised me, I suddenly got a little... ah, excited, and--

Pauline Vietjohn recoils in horror.

P. Vietjohn: Good GOD. You... that's just... damn it, if I ever catch you so much as existing within thirty feet of me again, I'm going to HURT you. You understand!?

Pauline Vietjohn takes her banana and water and hurriedly leaves to sit at a table at the far end of the room. Meanwhile, Hasan Gilden looks over impatiently.

H. Gilden: Hey, loser! Where's my damn sandwich!? Hot Stuff doesn't like it when you keep him waiting, you know?

G. Dragon: Coming right up!

The Green Dragon adjusts his pants and buttons them up again, then puts the crown of the bun on the sandwich and carries it over to Hasan Gilden. Hasan Gilden nods and grins, and picks it up.

H. Gilden: Took you long enough. But now I can... wait a second.

Hasan Gilden stops and sniffs the sandwich suspiciously, and the Green Dragon gets a little uneasy.

G. Dragon: Um... there's nothing wrong with it. Really.

H. Gilden: The hell there isn't. What's wrong with you, punk? Did you somehow think this was okay!?

The Green Dragon looks around nervously.

G. Dragon: I, uh...

H. Gilden: You put ONIONS on this sandwich! Hot Stuff HATES onions! Don't you know? What were you thinking!?

G. Dragon: Hey, I didn't know! Really!

Hasan Gilden sets the sandwich down on the table and stands up angrily. La Princesa Lobo stands up next to him.

H. Gilden: Dragon, you ignorant bitch, you stepped out of line now. And when bitches step out of line... they get SLAPPED!

Hasan Gilden lunges forward and slaps the Green Dragon hard across the face, then stalks away angrily with La Princesa Lobo on his arm. The Green Dragon stares after them, dumbfounded, for a few seconds, and then Sophie walks onto the scene.

Sophie: Oh, hey! A sandwich! You're not gonna eat that, are you?

The Green Dragon looks around nervously.

G. Dragon: Uh, no, I guess not, but--

Sophie: All right, then! I'll just help myself!

Pauline Vietjohn stands up suddenly from the corner as Sophie lifts the sandwich to take a bite out of it.

P. Vietjohn: I don't think you want to do that! He put his penis on it a few seconds ago! I saw it!

Sophie stops and scowls.

Sophie: Yeah, actually, that is kinda gross...

Sophie frowns, then looks at the sandwich intently and lifts up the bun.

Sophie: On the other hand, it looks like it's honey-roasted turkey, and that's my favorite. And hey, it has pepper jack cheese on it, and that fancy Dijon mustard you get in the glass jars and have to spread with a knife! All things considered, I don't think I can afford to pass this up!

Sophie takes a large bite of the sandwich and walks away, chewing it with much enjoyment. Pauline Vietjohn stares in horror, then slowly begins to walk out of the room as well.

P. Vietjohn: I... I give up. There really is no hope for the human race. I just need to go back to the hotel and disinfect my brain before the scarring sets in.

As Pauline Vietjohn leaves the room, the Unlucky Tiger looks up and shrugs.

U. Tiger: Hey. I guess it could've been me who got slapped or ended up eating the sandwich. So this isn't really so bad.

The Green Dragon looks over and nods, but then the door to the room comes flying off its hinges, and Crimson barges in, wearing the VCW World Title and looking unusually angry and frustrated.

Crimson: God damn bunch of SHIT!! Those two useless shitheads ain't worth a farmer's fuck. I can't deal with this shit. Both of 'em can suck my fucking dick. I'm about to LOSE IT. First son of a bitch I see today's DEAD fucking MEAT. I swear to God, eleven men and a boy couldn't--

As Crimson stalks past them muttering to himself, the Unlucky Tiger looks up and waves.

U. Tiger: Hello, sir. You having a bad day? Because I am too, and--

Crimson stops and stares at the Unlucky Tiger in disbelief.

Crimson: You say you're having a bad day? Oh, man... you don't know just how true that is, you sorry motherfucker.

Crimson kicks the Green Dragon in the midsection, then grabs both him and the Unlucky Tiger by their throats. He lifts them both, and flings them both down to the stone floor of the catering room with a double Chokeslam. The Green Dragon and the Unlucky Tiger are both laid out in heaps on the floor, and Crimson walks away. After several seconds, the Green Dragon starts to stir, and he feebly turns his head to the Unlucky Tiger.

G. Dragon: Uhh... owww. I... I don't t-think anything's broken, but... God, I'm in pain. A-are you okay?

U. Tiger: My head feels like it's cracked, and my torso is wracked with pure a-agony. I can't feel anything below my waist, but that's probably good. Because if I could, I'm sure I'd just hurt there too.

The Green Dragon groans and squirms a little, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and ready to go on with our next match! "Scarface (Push It To The Limit)" by Paul Engemann begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd is confused for a second... then erupts into cheers as Lars Coverdale and Lizzie Carter come running out of the backstage entrance! They jog to the ring, slapping hands with the fans on their way, and slide inside, then begin headbanging and playing air guitar to this new entrance music! They're certainly cheerful and full of energy now, but they have one hell of a fight on their hands tonight.

And then "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as David Wright Hubbard and Michelle Hubbard come out of the backstage entrance! David Wright Hubbard looks eager to get his hands on Lars Coverdale tonight, but this is by no means the first meeting between these two men. Ever since Lars Coverdale scored a pinfall victory over David Wright Hubbard at Gang Wars thanks to some extenuating circumstances, Hubbard has been obsessed with beating him into oblivion. Though he has won most of their meetings since then (defeating Lars at Blood and Thunder and Horror Show, but losing to him at Survival of the Fittest), Lars Coverdale has actually rebounded from his betrayal and severe beating at Horror Show, and he won't stop coming at him. David Wright Hubbard would love to finish this once and for all tonight in this mixed tag team match. David Wright Hubbard enters the ring, forgetting to hold the ropes open for Michelle, and Harold Brusco calls for the bell to begin the match!

David Wright Hubbard immediately wades forward into the middle of the ring and takes a swing at Lars Coverdale, but Lars Coverdale blocks, then hammers David Wright Hubbard with three quick right hands of his own! David Wright Hubbard staggers back, and Lars Coverdale backs into the ropes and comes off with a dropkick... but David Wright Hubbard dodges! Lars Coverdale wipes out and scrambles back to his feet, but now David Wright Hubbard's waiting on him, and he hauls off and nails him with a huge right hand! Lars Coverdale staggers back and goes down to one knee, and then David Wright Hubbard grabs him and tosses him into a neutral corner of the ring!

Lars Coverdale slumps in the corner, and David Wright Hubbard rocks him against the turnbuckles with a big right hand, then whips him to the opposite corner! Lars Coverdale crashes into those turnbuckles, and David Wright Hubbard moves in with an avalanche, then drills Lars Coverdale with a series of quick jabs to the face! Lars is reeling in the corner, and David Wright Hubbard kicks him in the midsection until he slumps to a seated position, then puts the boots to him there until he slumps to the mat, flat on his back... and he keeps stomping away at him while he's flat on his back!

Lars Coverdale convulses wildly as David Wright Hubbard stomps on him, and bounces with the impact of each stomp... and David Wright Hubbard just keeps stomping him, so Lars Coverdale just keeps bouncing with each stomp! David Wright Hubbard's continuing to stomp at Lars Coverdale, ignoring Harold Brusco's protests, and Lars Coverdale still keeps bouncing with each impact. Finally, Harold Brusco grabs David Wright Hubbard by the shoulder and pulls him back away from Lars, lecturing him angrily... and for a few seconds, Lars Coverdale keeps bouncing and thrashing on the mat with the impact of stomps that are no longer coming! Then he suddenly stops, shakes his head quickly, and starts pulling himself up. Odd.

As Lars Coverdale starts getting up again, David Wright Hubbard comes in again, grabs him by the back of the hair, and clubs him over the back with a forearm! Lars Coverdale goes down to his knees, and David Wright Hubbard hauls him up roughly by the back of his pants, then tosses him to the outside of the ring! Lars Coverdale goes down in a heap at ringside, and David Wright Hubbard steps out after him, then hauls him up and takes him head-first into the ring apron!

Lars Coverdale goes limp against the ring, and David Wright Hubbard lifts him up, picks him up stomach-down over a shoulder, and takes a running start with him! With his hands tucked under Lars's armpits, he runs forward and pitches him like a human javelin! Lars Coverdale flies through the air... AND LANDS THROAT-FIRST ON THE GUARDRAIL!! The fans nearby gasp in horror, the crowd boos, and Lizzie Carter is looking deeply concerned as David Wright Hubbard strides over to continue abusing Lars Coverdale!

David Wright Hubbard goes over to Lars Coverdale, hauls him up by the hair, and holds his face in a nearby camera, then leans into the shot to yell "LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT THIS SORRY SON OF A BITCH!! HE'S A DUMBASS!!" then hauls Lars Coverdale over to the side of the ring and rolls him in under the bottom rope. He climbs in after him and hauls Lars to his feet, but Lars slumps back down into his hands and knees. David Wright Hubbard yells "GET UP, YOU DUMB PIECE OF CRAP!" to him, pulls him up again, and kicks him in the midsection, then loops a leg over his head and gives him a ROCKER DROPPER!! He just blatantly stole one of Lars's moves there! David Wright Hubbard gets up and starts headbanging and playing air guitar for a few seconds, then suddenly stops, sneers, and yells "WHAT A BUNCH OF RETARDED SHIT!" and drops an elbow on Lars Coverdale's motionless form!

David Wright Hubbard pulls Lars Coverdale up into a standing headscissors, then gives Lizzie Carter the middle finger, and yells "BASICALLY, I JUST WHIPPED THIS MAN'S ASS!" to her, then bends down and lifts him for a power bomb... but Lars Coverdale counters it out of nowhere with a FRANKENSTEINER! He holds his legs cradled, and Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by David Wright Hubbard! They get up, and David Wright Hubbard cuts Lars Coverdale off with a knee to the midsection, then whips him to the ropes! Lars Coverdale comes off, and David Wright Hubbard rushes him with a LARIAT!! But Lars Coverdale ducks, then puts the brakes on! David Wright Hubbard turns around, and Lars Coverdale drops him with a SUPERKICK!!

The crowd comes alive, cheering wildly, and it looks like after taking a beating early on, Lars Coverdale's back in this match! David Wright Hubbard starts to get up, and Lars Coverdale kicks him in the midsection, then puts the leg over his head and hits the ROCKER DROPPER!! He just took it back! And now he turns David Wright Hubbard over onto his back, then steps out to the apron! He's going to the top turnbuckle, looking for the Frog Splash! He makes the leap... and David Wright Hubbard gets his knees up!! Lars Coverdale lands on Hubbard's knees and rolls off, clutching his stomach, but David Wright Hubbard's also clutching his right knee and grimacing! We know that he has a bad knee, and his wife has two bad knees, and it looks like countering the Frog Splash may have hurt him a little too!

David Wright Hubbard rolls over to his corner... and tags in Michelle Hubbard. She comes into the ring as Lars Coverdale gets up, then grabs him by the hair from behind and takes him head-first into the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner! Lars Coverdale staggers back, and Michelle Hubbard hammers him with several right hands as he comes out! He staggers back, and Michelle Hubbard whips him into the ropes, then catches him when he comes off and brings him down in a spinebuster!! It looked rather odd, almost like Lars Coverdale jumped up so that she could give him the spinebuster, but nevertheless Michelle Hubbard just brought him down!!

Michelle Hubbard goes and stands over Lars Coverdale, bending down to talk trash to him... and he reaches up, pulls her down, and kisses her on the mouth! What the hell!? She quickly pulls away, gagging, retching, and spitting... and Lars Coverdale uses that time to roll over to his corner and tag in Lizzie Carter, then smiles and gives her a knowing look! He did that intentionally, to make Michelle Hubbard get disgusted and back off! Unbelievably, for once Lars Coverdale actually used his brain!

Lizzie Carter comes in just as Michelle Hubbard turns around, and she takes her down with a dropkick! Michelle Hubbard gets up, and a second dropkick from Lizzie Carter sends her down again! Again, she gets to her feet, and this time Lizzie Carter kicks her in the midsection, throws her to a seated position on the mat with a snap mare, and dropkicks her in the back! Michelle Hubbard slumps down, then starts to get up, but Lizzie Carter backs into the ropes, then comes off as Michelle Hubbard is doubled over and executes what was supposed to be a swinging neckbreaker on her! She barely made any contact, but Michelle Hubbard is still down, clutching the back of her neck.

Michelle Hubbard starts to get up again, and Lizzie Carter grabs her arms, holds them at her sides, and starts headbutting her repeatedly! She has Michelle Hubbard's arms trapped, and she's just headbanging rapidly into her head! Finally, after several of these headbutts, she lets Michelle Hubbard go! Michelle Hubbard slumps to the canvas, and Lizzie Carter staggers around, knocked about half silly herself by using all those headbutts! And finally, she keels over and falls head-first into Michelle Hubbard's stomach with a falling headbutt! Michelle Hubbard gasps in pain and curls up on the mat, clutching her stomach!

Lizzie Carter gets up after a few seconds, and Michelle Hubbard starts getting to her feet as well. Lizzie Carter throws a leg over her head for a Rocker Dropper, but Michelle Hubbard grabs the leg and brings her down with a high angle single-leg takedown, then turns her over from that into a half Boston! Lizzie Carter screams in surprise and pain, and the crowd boos! Michelle Hubbard's experience advantage just kicked in, and the tide of the match has turned just like that! Lizzie Carter is struggling, and she crawls towards the ropes on her hands and knees! Finally, after several seconds, she makes it to the ropes.

But as she gets up, Michelle Hubbard is waiting on her. She punches Lizzie Carter in the face, kicks her in the midsection, and whips her to a corner of the ring! Lizzie Carter slumps against the turnbuckles back-first, and Michelle Hubbard comes forward and hammers her with a series of punches! Lizzie Carter staggers out of the corner, and Michelle Hubbard hooks her in a front chancery, lifts, and spikes her to the mat with a BRAIN BUSTER!! The crowd boos loudly, and Michelle Hubbard floats over for the cover! This could be all! Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout!! Somehow, Lizzie Carter survived!

But she's still in big trouble. Michelle Hubbard glares down at her, then goes up to the top turnbuckle! She's facing the crowd, and she leaps off backwards with the MOONSAULT!! But Lizzie Carter rolls out of the way! Michelle Hubbard wipes out on the Moonsault, then yells out in pain, clutching her knees! She landed right on her bad knees, and that'll slow her down pretty quick! Lizzie Carter gets to her feet, but instead of tagging Lars Coverdale in, she stumbles to a neutral corner! She slaps the side of her leg, then stomps the mat with that foot rhythmically! She's warming up for a superkick on Michelle Hubbard, and the crowd cheers loudly!

Michelle Hubbard gets up, hobbling around on her bad knees, and turns around to face Lizzie Carter! David Wright Hubbard yells "LOOK OUT! SHE'S GONNA KICK YA IN THE FACE!!" but it does no good as Lizzie Carter darts forward and tags Michelle Hubbard with the SUPERKICK!! That knocked her down! Lizzie Carter headbangs and plays air guitar for a few seconds, and Michelle Hubbard is down on her back! And now Lizzie Carter steps out to the apron and starts climbing the turnbuckles! Perhaps she's going to finish her off with the Frog Splash! But David Wright Hubbard rushes over and shoves her leg, and she falls crotch-first on the top turnbuckle!! What a cheap shot!

Lars Coverdale jumps down from the apron and runs around to the other side of the ring, hoping to catch David Wright Hubbard, but David Wright Hubbard steps into the ring to avoid him! Harold Brusco's trying to keep order, but David Wright Hubbard isn't paying any attention, and neither is Lars Coverdale as he slides into the ring after him! But David Wright Hubbard's waiting on Lars Coverdale, and he rushes forward and turns him inside-out with a huge LARIAT!! The crowd boos loudly; he just knocked Lars Coverdale into next week, and now Michelle Hubbard is up, and she's climbing to the top turnbuckle with Lizzie! She could be looking for a superplex or a similar move, and if she hits it, that HAS to be all for this match! But David Wright Hubbard grabs Michelle... and pulls her down!?

Michelle Hubbard gives her husband a questioning look, but a camera catches David Wright Hubbard saying "I'm gonna do it" to her! But Harold Brusco has had enough, and he grabs David Wright Hubbard by the hair and starts trying to pull him back! David Wright Hubbard hollers in outrage, but Michelle Hubbard pulls a blackjack out of her hip pocket and WHACKS HAROLD BRUSCO!! The crowd boos loudly, and we know that by VCW rules, she just earned herself a thirty-day suspension and fifty-thousand dollar fine! The timekeeper rings the bell instantly, but David Wright Hubbard doesn't seem to care!

The match is over immediately, due to the zero-tolerance rules concerning an attack on a VCW official, but David Wright Hubbard climbs up to the top turnbuckle with Lizzie Carter anyway, and pulls her into a standing headscissors, facing the crowd! He can't be serious! This has to be... he lifts her and POWER BOMBS HER FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE TO THE FLOOR!! The crowd explodes into deafening boos, and a "HOLY SHIT!" chant begins, even as trash and debris rains down David Wright Hubbard in the ring! He just MURDERED Lizzie Carter with that top-rope power bomb to the floor! He threw her from about ten feet in the air, straight down on thinly-padded solid concrete!!

Lizzie Carter is a motionless husk on the outside of the ring... but Lars Coverdale is on his hands and knees, and it looks like he saw that! He rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair, and slides back inside! David Wright Hubbard's looking down at Lizzie Carter's twisted, mangled carcass, grinning smugly at his handiwork! Michelle Hubbard sees Lars Coverdale coming, yells "LOOK OUT!" and dives in front as Lars Coverdale swings at her husband! Lars Coverdale's chair swing hits Michelle Hubbard, and she goes down hard! David Wright Hubbard turns, snarls, and rushes Lars with a lariat, but Lars Coverdale jabs the edge of the chair into his gut as he comes in!

David Wright Hubbard doubles over, and Lars Coverdale raises the chair high, then WHACKS him hard across the back with it! David Wright Hubbard goes down, and Lars Coverdale is berserk as he whacks David Wright Hubbard in the back with it a second time, then a third, a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth!! The crowd is cheering loudly, and a "WHIP HIS ASS!" chant joins the cheers as Lars Coverdale lays into David Wright Hubbard! David Wright Hubbard's down, and Lars Coverdale stands over him, holds the chair over his right knee, and drives it down hard! David Wright Hubbard roars in pain, and Lars Coverdale just drives the edge of the chair down into his right knee again!! David Wright Hubbard has a history of knee injuries, and with his inner fury awakened Lars Coverdale is going after the injured knee, trying to take him out!!

Lars Coverdale drives the chair down into David Wright Hubbard's knee again, causing him to yell in pain again, and then he takes it and folds it around his ankle! David Wright Hubbard is down, and the chair is folded around his ankle, and Lars Coverdale steps out to the apron and starts going to the top turnbuckle! But Michelle Hubbard's up now, and she lunges forward and shakes the ropes, causing him to fall crotch-first on the turnbuckle! Lars Coverdale falls straddling the turnbuckle, and Michelle Hubbard pulls the chair off of her husband's ankle, then begins shoving him out of the ring. At around two hundred and seventy pounds, he's one hell of a load, but slowly she manages to roll him out to the apron.

Medical teams are coming out for both David Wright Hubbard and Lizzie Carter now, and it looks like they may need it. The casualties have added up in this conflict. Lizzie Carter has to be seriously injured after being thrown to the floor like that, Michelle Hubbard has an automatic thirty-day suspension staring her in the face now, and David Wright Hubbard may be taken out as well. Only Lars Coverdale has come out of this one intact... or maybe not, as he tumbles down from the top turnbuckle and rolls outside to be at Lizzie's side, watching tearfully as the medics load her onto a stretcher. The bad blood between these two men has reached critical levels, and if this won't put an end to it, it's hard saying what will.

The medical teams finally take David Wright Hubbard and Lizzie Carter away on stretchers, with Lars Coverdale and Michelle Hubbard walking at their sides. David Wright Hubbard's hate-filled vendetta against Lars Coverdale has had a high cost for both of them before, but you have to believe that after tonight, the stakes may be simply getting too high. Will either of these two men be able to back down now, or will their fury and anger destroy one or both of them? Sadly, the latter possibility seems all too likely at this point.

We're moving ahead to our next match, and "Bad To The Bone" by George Thorogood begins playing over the arena sound system. The crowd boos as Derek Cole comes out of the backstage entrance, dressed in a dark grey martial artist's gi with "UNHOLY ALLIANCE" written across the back of it in white letters, and his own smiling face airbrushed on the back underneath those letters. He stops to make arrogant small talk with some fans in the aisles, showing off his karate moves, then grabs a "COLE FEARS APPLEBEE" sign written on some sort of foam posterboard, pulls it away from its owner and holds it up, then kicks it to break it in half. Derek Cole seems pleased with himself, but the fan just grins and then holds up a sign that says "DEREK COLE STOLE MY OTHER SIGN" on it, and Derek Cole glares and cusses at him, then heads to the ring.

And now "Takin' Care Of Business" by Bachman-Turner Overdrive begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as VCW Commissioner James Applebee comes out of the backstage entrance, He's wearing a boxer's robe over an amateur-wrestling outfit, complete with wrestling headgear like that often worn by Rick Steiner. That draws attention to both of his backgrounds, as before becoming a professional wrestling referee and trainer at the VCW Power Plant, he was an amateur wrestler, a boxer, and then a high school amateur wrestling coach. After he steps out of the backstage entrance, he waits for a few seconds, and then a battered, heavily-bandaged Bass Rogers joins him to an explosion of cheers from the crowd! Derek Cole stares, wide-eyed, and shakes his head "no", but James Applebee nods his head "yes" and then begins heading to the ring! James Applebee is bringing some backup to the ring with him, no doubt to guard against Unholy Alliance interference!! He walks to the ring and climbs inside, then hands his robe off to Bass Rogers... and Derek Cole jumps him from behind! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

James Applebee
w/Bass Rogers

Derek Cole knocks James Applebee to the mat with an elbow strike to the back of the head, then measures him as he starts to stand up and kicks him in the side of the knee! Applebee goes down to the mat and clutches his knee, roaring in pain, and Derek Cole lashes out with a few swift kicks to his ribs! As Derek Cole kicks James Applebee repeatedly while he's down, Bobcat McGavin orders him to back off, and finally he listens. James Applebee slowly starts to pull himself to his feet, and Derek Cole smiles and bows mockingly to him. On the outside, Bass Rogers just watches impassively.

Derek Come motions for James Applebee to bring it on, and James Applebee scowls and advances on him with a noticable limp. Derek Cole strikes out at him with a kick to the side, but James Applebee catches his foot, brings him to the mat with a single-leg takedown, then crawls on top of him, grabs his head, and begins slapping the taste out of his mouth repeatedly! The crowd cheers gleefully as Derek Cole thrashes and squirms around on the mat, flustered by this sudden treatment, and it's up to Bobcat McGavin to order James Applebee off of Derek Cole. James Applebee complies, but he slaps Derek Cole in the face one last time as he gets off him!

Derek Cole gets up again, and James Applebee's waiting on him. Derek Cole comes in with a quick right jab, but James Applebee catches it on a forearm, then steps in with a flurry of combination punches! Derek Cole blocks a right, but takes a left to the ribs and then another right to the face that sends him staggering back and falling to one knee! He gets up, then darts towards James Applebee, pivots suddenly, and sends a back hook kick at his head! But James Applebee ducks, then spears Derek Cole while he's off-balance and opens up on him with a series of right hands to the face!

Again, Bobcat McGavin orders a break, so Applebee gets up. Derek Cole starts to get up again too, checking his face for blood, and James Applebee kicks him in the midsection, then goes to lift him for a bodyslam, but Derek Cole stops that with a quick shot to the ribs, then grabs Applebee by the arm, turns, and throws him over his shoulder to the mat with a judo shoulder throw! James Applebee lands hard on his back, and Derek Cole steps back, measures him as he stands up, then comes forward with a flashy jumping spinning kick that tags him on the face and sends him sprawling to the mat! The crowd boos, but Derek Cole just bows to them again with an arrogant grin.

James Applebee gets up again, a little bit dazed and groggy, and Derek Cole tries to kick him in the face, but James Applebee dodges back with surprising quickness, then steps forward, blocks a punch, and nails Derek Cole square in the face with a punch of his own! Derek Cole snaps a forearm into his ribs, but James Applebee absorbs that, knees Derek Cole in the abdomen, then slips around behind him and takes him to the mat with a double leg takedown! Derek Cole goes down, and James Applebee crawls over him, slaps him in the back of the head a few times, then rubs his face into the mat! He's doing his damndest to wipe that cheesy grin off of his face for good!! The crowd's certainly cheering him on, and on the outside, Bass Rogers smirks a little bit, but for the most part he's just standing and watching.

James Applebee gets off of Derek Cole at Bobcat McGavin's orders, then waits on him. Derek Cole gets up, but he's facing the wrong way, and before he can get fully turned around James Applebee steps forward and hammers him with a right hand to the cheek! Derek Cole goes spinning to the mat, and James Applebee glares down at him, then signals for the end and takes down the straps of his wrestling attire!! The crowd cheers, and James Applebee signals for a piledriver, then pulls Derek Cole up into a standing headscissors! He starts to lift... but Derek Cole squirms free, then stops that in its tracks with a low blow!

The crowd boos and Bobcat McGavin warns Derek Cole, but James Applebee doubles over, and the tide has turned. Derek Cole turns away from Bobcat McGavin, then steps forward and snaps a shin up into James Applebee's face, knocking him down hard! Derek Cole just kicked the VCW Commissioner square in the face, and now it looks like Applebee's bleeding from the nose! He grins, kicks him in the ribs once for spite, and then goes down to cover! Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two! The Commissioner has some life left in him!

Derek Cole gets up, balls up his right fist, and raises it high with a big grin on his face. He kisses the knuckles, then winds it up dramatically and goes into a martial arts stance. He's getting ready for the big one! James Applebee starts to get up, looking a little tired and groggy, and Derek Cole steps forward! James Applebee turns and staggers forward, and Derek Cole sends his right hand barrelling towards his head like a homing missile... but Applebee catches his wrist and flings him to the mat by it!! The Seattle Sledgehammer just struck out, and the crowd explodes into cheers!! And Applebee still has his wrist, and he drops down to put on a CROSS ARMBREAKER!! James Applebee has the cross armbreaker locked in on Derek Cole! Derek Cole thrashes around wildly for a few seconds... AND STARTS TAPPING OUT!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and VCW Commissioner James Applebee is victorious!!

James Applebee releases the hold and stands up, and Bobcat McGavin raises his hands in victory. For all of his training and all of his alleged martial arts prowess, Derek Cole just had his punk card pulled, and the crowd's loving it! Derek Cole rolls out of the ring, clutching his arm to his side and muttering to himself... but he grabs a steel chair on the outside! He slides into the ring behind James Applebee, but Bass Rogers slides into the ring behind him! Derek Cole raises the chair to strike James Applebee from behind... but Bass Rogers snatches it out of his grasp!

Derek Cole turns around, then takes one look at Bass Rogers holding a chair and goes wide-eyed! Bass Rogers roars loudly, and Derek Cole drops to his knees and begins to pray for mercy! But he gets none, as Bass Rogers swings for the fences and LAYS HIM OUT with a blow from the chair!! Derek Cole has just been flattened, and Bass Rogers has served his purpose in watching James Applebee's back for him! James Applebee shakes hands with Bass Rogers, then steps out of the ring and shakes hands with a few fans in the crowd on his way backstage. Bass Rogers also heads backstage, and momentarily some trainers come to the ring, scrape Derek Cole off of the mat, and help him to stagger backstage as well.

Before going to our next match, we're going to take a look backstage at the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show, as they prepare to go into battle and defend those titles! Let's take a look!

Owen Addison and Paul Canyon are dressed and ready to wrestle, with the VCW World Tag Team Titles strapped around their waists. Before they leave, the door opens and Tim Bell walks the room with them, still wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

O. Addison: Are we ready to go? I know Idol and Solomon are gonna be ready.

P. Canyon: You know I am too. Let's head out there and do it.

Tim Bell sighs and stands up.

T. Bell: First, before you go out there tonight, I have to tell you something.

Owen Addison stops and frowns.

O. Addison: What? You can't make it out there with us tonight?

T. Bell: I can, and if you still want me to after you hear me out, I will. But for your sake, I don't think I should.

Owen Addison and Paul Canyon exchange an uncomfortable glance.

T. Bell: It's hard saying what the right thing to do is in this situation, but the fact is that the Unholy Alliance has half a dozen dangerous guys on their side. Now, personally, I want to go out there and watch your back... but the reality of the situation is that I'm an old wrestler with a bad neck and a bad shoulder. You guys have been waiting and wondering when the doctors are gonna clear me to wrestle again, and it's time for me to level with you guys. They're not, because I'm not getting any better.

A moment of silence passes before Paul Canyon steps forward.

P. Canyon: Are you sure--

T. Bell: It's a fact of getting hurt, and a fact of getting old. I'll never be what I once was again, and all I can be now is what I am right now. Even this past summer, you saw that you had both passed me by. I stepped in to team up with both of you, but we weren't on the same level as the Ontario Colour Show. Maybe back then I was eighty percent of the old Tim Bell. If I came back now, what could I be? Fifty or sixty percent of my old self, maybe? I'm not going to find out at the expense of your futures. I'm not going to put myself out there when I think there's a good chance I could let you down.

O. Addison: Hey. I understand. It's nice to know what we can count on. But then--

T. Bell: Hold on. I don't have much left physically, but I still have something to offer. You probably saw me hanging around with Quinn Harper before the show, giving him pointers, and watching his match. You guys have learned your trade well, and there's not much I left I could teach you. You're better than me now, after all. But even if my body's breaking down, I still have my mind... and there's still a lot I can pass on to young guys, like Quinn Harper and Tommy Hustle.

Owen Addison nods and puts a hand on Tim Bell's shoulder.

O. Addison: Thanks. Thanks for telling us, and thanks for being there for us for so long. Heh... I just hope you don't teach those kids too much, or they might come up and beat us.

P. Canyon: I don't really know what to say. Thanks for all your help. For everything. And if you ever do come back, just keep this in mind: you'll always be a member of our team.

The three members of the Technicians exchange a group hug, and then Tim Bell smiles a little sadly and backs away towards the door.

T. Bell: All right, you guys. Good luck out there.

Tim Bell leaves the room, and the Ontario Colour Show starts to head out when a member of the backstage crew steps in, holding a letter.

Crew: Hey, Owen... someone asked me to deliver this to you.

Owen Addison sighs.

O. Addison: We've got a big match in a few seconds. Your timing couldn't get much worse. You know that?

The crew man looks sheepish and hands Owen Addison the letter, and Owen snatches it away and reads it. His eyebrows go up at first, but then his face becomes a blank mask as he continues reading it. After about half a minute, he turns to the crew man and nods.

O. Addison: All right, thanks.

Owen Addison folds the paper up and sticks it in his duffel bag.

O. Addison: Now let's go.

P. Canyon: What did it say?

O. Addison: It wasn't important. Actually, it was pretty unimportant. Not like this match we have coming up. This match IS important.

P. Canyon: Not important?

O. Addison: Not the least bit important. And it was also private. So don't worry about it, because I know I won't.

Paul Canyon just shrugs, and the Ontario Colour Show leaves the room to begin heading to the ring.

We're moving right along to our next match, and "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin is playing over the arena sound system as Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Unholy Alliance come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity. They're dressed to wrestle, and Rob Solomon's carrying his hockey stick, but they look a little unnerved after seeing the fate of their agent, Derek Cole, in this last encounter. But they'll have to be focused; in a few minutes, they'll be challenging their longtime enemies, the Ontario Colour Show, for the VCW World Tag Team Titles. They come to the ring and climb inside... and Rob Solomon smirks, then calls for a microphone!

R. Solomon: I caught a look at one of the backstage monitors as we were heading out here, and it looks like Tim Bell finally gave it up. He's thirty-five years old, and he's too old and worn out to keep going. ... Yeah, sure. Tell that to guys like Terry Funk or Scott Hall or the Superstar, guys who didn't even reach their full potential until they were pushing forty. The truth is that Tim Bell has always sucked, everyone knows he sucks, and he just now figured out he ain't getting any better, so he might as well go crawl in a hole and die!

The crowd boos loudly, and Jacob Idol and Jasmina Chastity are giving Rob Solomon uneasy looks. What the hell brought this on?

R. Solomon: I just wanna give him credit for owning up to it, that's all. I mean, Mongo could outwrestle the son of a bitch with a six pack of Old Speckled Hen in him, and--

Hold it, Rob Solomon's microphone just died, and the sound is replaced by Led Zeppelin's "Achilles Last Stand" as the Ontario Colour Show comes out of the backstage entrance!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and they rush to the ring and slide inside! Owen Addison rushes in and grabs Rob Solomon, but Rob Solomon knees him in the midsection and pulls him into a front facelock... and Paul Canyon pulls him off of Owen Addison, shoves him into a corner, and unloads on him with a blistering chop to the chest! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

Unholy Alliance (Jacob Idol & Rob Solomon)
w/Jasmina Chastity

Rob Solomon writhes in the corner, and then he yells in pain and squirms some more when Paul Canyon unloads on him with another chop! Paul Canyon hauls Rob Solomon out of the corner and whips him to the opposite corner, and he hits the turnbuckles hard back-first! Rob Solomon staggers out, and Paul Canyon lowers his head and flings him high into the air with a BIG backdrop!! Rob Solomon crashes to the mat and yells in pain, putting a hand to his back! He gets back up, and Paul Canyon hits him with a dropkick that knocks him out of the ring, through the second and third ropes!

Rob Solomon starts getting up on the outside, but Paul Canyon runs into the ropes on the other side, then charges forward and dives out over the top rope to take him down with a TOPE CON HILO!! Rob Solomon goes down, and Paul Canyon crouches over him, opening up on him with a flurry of right hands to the face! Jasmina Chastity comes from behind and jumps on Paul Canyon, but he snap mares her down onto Rob Solomon's chest! She rolls off and scurries away, and Paul Canyon hauls Rob Solomon up by the hair, takes him head-first into the ring apron, and rolls him back in!

Rob Solomon starts to get up in the ring, but Paul Canyon's up on the apron, and when Rob Solomon turns to face him, Canyon leaps up on the top rope and springs off onto him with a SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODYPRESS! Paul Canyon stays on him for the cover, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Rob Solomon! Paul Canyon tags in Owen Addison, and Addison comes in, pulls Rob Solomon up, and whips him into the ropes. Rob Solomon comes off, and Owen Addison catches him and falls back to drop him throat-first on the top rope with a Hotshot! Rob Solomon is flung back by the impact, and he staggers back, clutching his throat... and turns right into a superkick from Paul Canyon!!

Rob Solomon's down, and Owen Addison hauls him up from behind in a waistlock, then lifts him and brings him crashing to the mat with a German suplex!! He holds the bridge, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and a half by Rob Solomon! Owen Addison pulls him up again, into a front chancery, then lifts him and brings him down with a vertical suplex! Rob Solomon crashes to the mat, and Owen Addison gets up, drops a leg across his face, and floats over and hooks a leg for the pin! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Rob Solomon!

Owen Addison goes to pull Rob Solomon up again, but this time Rob Solomon cuts him off with an elbow to the midsection, then takes him to the mat with a fireman's carry and hooks him in a chinlock! He smiles to himself, but Owen Addison gets up to his knees, grabs his wrist, and breaks the chinlock, then twists his arm out at the side in a hammerlock! Rob Solomon drops down and rolls to take the pressure off of his arm, then grabs Owen Addison's wrist and reverses the hammerlock, but Owen grabs his wrist, then twists Solomon's arm behind his back in a wristlock! Rob Solomon reaches back and tries to grab a handful of hair, but Owen Addison ducks and avoids his grasp, then releases his wrist to grab his waist and lift him, and he gives him a belly-to-back suplex!!

Rob Solomon rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up on them, battered and now thoroughly outwrestled by Owen Addison. Jacob Idol extends his hand for a tag, and Rob Solomon confers with him for a second, then tags him in. Jacob Idol has a hungry look in his eyes as he steps into the ring with Owen Addison. For the past two and a half years, Jacob Idol has had a burning, irrational hatred for Owen Addison, and he jumps at any chance he gets to prove that he's the better wrestler. They lock up, and Jacob Idol grabs Owen Addison's arm and twists it out in a hammerlock, but Owen drops to the mat, rolls out of it, and grabs Jacob Idol in a headlock, then whips him to the mat in a headlock takedown! He keeps the headlock applied, and the crowd cheers!

Jacob Idol fights his way up from the headlock, then shoves Owen Addison into the ropes and pushes him off to the other side. Owen Addison runs into the ropes, and Jacob Idol meets him in the middle with a shoulderblock, but goes down when they collide! He gets back up, but Owen Addison grabs him in a front facelock, rides him down to the mat, then floats over onto his back and applies a camel clutch! The crowd actually cheers even though it's a camel clutch, and Jacob Idol struggles as he attempts to get to his feet!

With some noticable degree of effort, Jacob Idol begins to get to his knees in the camel clutch, but then Owen Addison just puts his legs around Jacob Idol's waist, falls back, and releases the camel clutch to apply a sleeperhold! He has Jacob Idol in a bodyscissors sleeper now! But Jacob Idol shifts position slightly, and now Owen Addison's shoulders are down with Jacob Idol's weight on top of him! Jerry Rogers goes down and counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... At two, Owen Addison shifts his weight onto his side, breaking the pin but keeping the hold applied! But now Jacob Idol is closer to the ropes, and after struggling and pulling himself closer for several seconds he's able to grab the bottom rope.

Owen Addison releases the hold at Jerry Rogers's request, and Jacob Idol rolls out of the ring, red-faced, angry, and looking ready to cry. He goes over to Jasmina Chastity and buries his head in her shoulder, and she rolls her eyes, but then begins patting his hair and trying to console him. Owen Addison looks down at them, disgusted, then slides out of the ring and comes in from the side to grab each of them by the hair! He pulls them apart, then knocks their heads together to a burst of cheers from the crowd! Jasmina Chastity goes down, and Jacob Idol turns and staggers over to the guardrail and slumps against it!

Owen Addison grabs Jacob Idol and tries to drag him back into the ring, but Jacob Idol shoves Owen Addison away forcefully, sending him shoulder-first into the steel ringpost! The crowd boos, and Jacob Idol grins happily as he watches Owen Addison go down, clutching his shoulder and muttering curses to himself. Jacob Idol grabs Owen Addison, hauls him up off of the floor, and rams him shoulder-first into the steel ringpost again, then grabs Jasmina Chastity, pulls her up off of the floor, and gives her a big, excited hug. Jasmina Chastity shoves him away and tells him to pay attention to the match, and Jacob Idol nods, then rolls Owen Addison back into the ring and climbs in after him.

Owen Addison starts getting up, but Jacob Idol's ready for him and he grabs him by the hair, then knees him in the face! Owen Addison goes back down, and Jacob Idol holds his right arm out against the mat with one hand, then braces his other hand on Owen's back, rears up, and drops a knee right down on his right shoulder!! The crowd boos, and Owen Addison yells in pain, and Jacob Idol draws back and does it again! He's working over Owen Addison's right shoulder, a favorite target of his ever since it was injured in a match with Gabriel Black more than two years ago!

Jacob Idol kicks Owen Addison while he's down a few times, then pulls him up and scoops him up for a shoulderbreaker! But Owen Addison slides down his back, grabs him from behind, lifts him on the left side, and brings him crashing down with a belly-to-back suplex! The crowd cheers loudly, and Owen Addison rolls over to his corner, clutching his shoulder in pain! He makes the tag to Paul Canyon, and Jacob Idol gets up just in time to be rocked back in the corner with a dropkick to the face!

Rob Solomon comes in and tries to kick Paul Canyon in the head, but Paul Canyon ducks, then grabs Rob Solomon in a waistlock when he spins off-balance, lifts him, and shoves him crotch-first into Jacob Idol's face in the corner! The crowd cheers, and Paul Canyon has Rob Solomon set up straddling Jacob Idol's face... and he leaps up on the top rope, then springs off and spins to knock Rob Solomon off with a SPRINGBOARD SPINNING LEG LARIAT! Rob Solomon goes down and rolls out of the ring, and Jacob Idol rushes out of the corner, but Paul Canyon takes him to the mat with an armdrag takedown!

Jacob Idol gets back up, but Paul Canyon backs him into the ropes with a series of forearm smashes, then whips him to the other side and takes him down with a dropkick when he comes off! Paul Canyon steps out to the apron and goes to the top turnbuckle, and Jacob Idol gets up slowly, but he's still doubled over as Paul Canyon reaches the top, so Paul Canyon jumps off to take him down with a FLYING SUNSET FLIP!! Jacob Idol's shoulders are brought down, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Jacob Idol!

Rob Solomon jumps up on the apron, and Paul Canyon rushes forward with a dropkick, but Rob Solomon bails off of the apron before it connects! Jacob Idol starts to get up, and Paul Canyon quickly scrambles back to his feet, scoops him up, then bodyslams him to the canvas! But Rob Solomon slides into the ring now, and he rushes forward as Paul Canyon turns around and knocks him clean off his feet with a LARIAT!! Jerry Rogers turns and admonishes Rob Solomon, but it appears that the damage has been done... but while Jerry Rogers's back is turned, Owen Addison enters the ring, looking grumpy, and hauls Jacob Idol up by the hair, then pops him with a left-armed European uppercut! Jacob Idol goes back down, and that may even up the score somewhat!

As Jerry Rogers turns back around, both men are down, but Jacob Idol's getting up a little more quickly. Jacob Idol gets to his feet and takes a swing at Paul Canyon, but Paul Canyon ducks under it, grabs his waist, and whips him to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex! He holds the bridge, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Jacob Idol! Paul Canyon pulls him up, but Jacob Idol pokes him in the eyes, then gets up and doubles him over with a kneelift! The crowd boos, and Jacob Idol grabs Paul Canyon by the hair, then takes him over to his own corner and rams him head-first into the turnbuckle. Paul Canyon slumps against the ropes, and Jacob Idol tags in Rob Solomon.

Rob Solomon comes in, and Jacob Idol holds Paul Canyon so that Solomon can take aim and nail him with a series of kicks to the midsection. Jerry Rogers evicts Jacob Idol after a few seconds, and Paul Canyon doubles over and staggers forward, but Rob Solomon just picks him up and brings him down abdomen-first across a knee for a gutbuster! Paul Canyon folds up on the mat, and Rob Solomon stomps on his back a few times, then turns him over and drops an elbow on his midsection! He stays on him for the cover and hooks a leg, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Paul Canyon!

Rob Solomon pulls Paul Canyon up and hooks him in a front chancery, then lifts him for a vertical suplex, but Paul Canyon slips out behind him and lands on his feet! Rob Solomon turns around, and Paul Canyon jumps up, catches Solomon's head in his legs, and brings him down with a Frankensteiner! He stays on top and cradles the legs, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... At two and a half, Rob Solomon kicks out! Paul Canyon gets up, and Rob Solomon bolts to his feet and rushes him with a lariat, but he ducks! Rob Solomon misses, then turns around, and Paul Canyon goes for a kick to the midsection, but Rob Solomon catches his foot and flings it aside, sending him spinning off-balance! Paul Canyon regains his balance and turns back to Rob Solomon, but it's just in time to catch a swift kick right to the face! Paul Canyon goes down, and the crowd boos.

Rob Solomon crouches over Paul Canyon and punches him in the face repeatedly, and Jerry Rogers has to order him to get up and stop using closed fists. Rob Solomon reluctantly complies, but then he pulls Paul Canyon up, knees him in the midsection, and hooks him in another front chancery! This time, when he lifts, Paul Canyon isn't able to slip out the back, and Rob Solomon brings him down stomach-first on the top rope! Paul Canyon is draped over the top rope, and he's about to topple back into the ring, but Rob Solomon backs up a few steps, then rushes forward and kicks him in the face, causing him to tumble to the outside!

Rob Solomon turns to Jerry Rogers and starts asking him about something, and Jasmina Chastity approaches Paul Canyon on the outside as he starts to get up, then reaches over from behind and rakes his eyes! He drops to his knees, clutching his face, and Owen Addison jumps down from the apron and starts advancing on her angrily! But as he does, Jacob Idol jumps down as well and grabs the hockey stick! Jasmina Chastity is backing up, pleading with with Owen Addison, and Owen reaches out and grabs her shoulder, saying angry things that the camera doesn't quite pick up! But then Jacob Idol comes from behind and nails him in the right shoulder with the hockey stick, to a large round of boos from the crowd!!

Owen Addison goes down, clutching his shoulder in pain, and Jacob Idol quickly throws the hockey stick aside as Jerry Rogers turns away from Rob Solomon. He questions Jacob Idol about the circumstances at ringside, and Jacob Idol just raises his hands and shrugs innocently, then grabs Paul Canyon, rolls him back into the ring, and backs up to his own corner of the apron. Paul Canyon starts to get up again, but Rob Solomon stomps away at him as he gets to his feet, then tosses him into his corner and tags in Jacob Idol.

Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon descend on Paul Canyon viciously in the corner, both kicking him in the midsection repeatedly! After a couple seconds of this, Jerry Rogers orders Rob Solomon to leave, so he steps back out to the apron. Jacob Idol gives Paul Canyon a kneelift to the midsection, then pulls him out of the corner and hits him with an inverted atomic drop! Paul Canyon is stunned, and Jacob Idol backs into the ropes, then comes off and knocks him down with a dropkick! Paul Canyon goes down, and slowly begins to get up, but Jacob Idol stays on the offensive, and he pulls him up, then flings him to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! With Paul Canyon down, Jacob Idol boosts himself to the second turnbuckle, then comes off to drive an elbow right into his stomach! Paul Canyon folds up on the mat, squirming in pain, but Jacob Idol forces his shoulders down flat and hooks a leg for the cover! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Shoulder up at two and three-quarters by Paul Canyon!

Owen Addison has retaken his position in his corner, but Paul Canyon is a long way from being able to make the tag. Jacob Idol grabs him by the hair, drags him back to his corner, and tags in Rob Solomon. Idol puts Paul Canyon in a full nelson, and Rob Solomon comes in and pelts him with several rapid kicks to the midsection, until Jerry Rogers orders Jacob Idol back to his corner. Paul Canyon crumples to his hands and knees when released, and Rob Solomon pulls him up, then puts on an abdominal stretch! The crowd boos, but Rob Solomon uses his free hand to give them all the middle finger as he leans back and puts more pressure on the hold!

Paul Canyon grimaces in pain and starts struggling in the abdominal stretch, and Jerry Rogers goes to ask him for a submission. We know that Paul Canyon's not going to give up the VCW World Tag Team Titles here without a lot of fighting. But Rob Solomon reaches back while Jerry Rogers is asking about a submission, and Jacob Idol grabs his wrist for leverage! Paul Canyon cries out as the pressure from the hold increases due to the added leverage, and Jerry Rogers leans in closer to ask for a submission, still not seeing the illegal assistance! The crowd's boos get even louder, and Rob Solomon just grins.

Jerry Rogers looks up after a few seconds, but Jacob Idol sees him move and lets go of Rob Solomon's wrist just in time to avoid being caught. Owen Addison yells "HE'S BEEN HOLDING HIS HAND FOR LEVERAGE, YOU IDIOT!!" from the apron, but when Jerry Rogers questions Jacob Idol about it, he continues to claim his innocence! Jerry Rogers shrugs and leans down to ask Paul Canyon for a submission again, and Jacob Idol grabs his wrist again! Owen Addison yells for Jerry Rogers to look up and see it now, but Jacob Idol lets go of Rob Solomon's hand again, and Jerry Rogers doesn't catch him! He asks Jacob Idol about it, and Jacob Idol gets a puzzled look on his face, then gestures to Owen Addison like he must be crazy. And then Jerry Rogers turns his attention back to Paul Canyon, and Jacob Idol grabs Rob Solomon's wrist AGAIN!!

Owen Addison seems to have had about all he can take of this, though, and he jumps down from the apron! He runs around to the other side of the ring, pulls Jacob Idol off of the apron, and punches him in the face! The crowd explodes into cheers, and the illegal assistance is broken! Inside the ring, Paul Canyon struggles for a few seconds, then finally manages to break the abdominal stretch with a hiptoss! He doubles over, gasping for breath, and Rob Solomon gets up and charges... but Paul Canyon just grabs him, lifts him, and drops him throat-first on the top rope with a Hotshot! Rob Solomon goes down, clutching his throat, and Paul Canyon pulls himself up on his hands and knees! And on the outside of the ring, Owen Addison takes Jacob Idol head-first into the ring apron!

Owen Addison looks up and sees Paul Canyon starting to recover, and he starts back around to his corner, but Jasmina Chastity tackles his legs to try to stop him! Owen Addison doesn't fall down, though, and he shakes Jasmina Chastity loose with relative ease... only to have her reach up with a desperate lunge and grab the back of his tights! They come down in the back, giving the crowd a clear view of his butt, and he reaches back and slaps her wrist angrily! Paul Canyon reaches his corner and finds nobody to tag, as Owen Addison is held up by Jasmina Chastity! After a second or two, he manages to pry her grip loose, and he pulls up his tights and rushes for the corner, but Rob Solomon's up too, and he comes from behind Paul Canyon and takes him down and back with a schoolboy roll-up just in time to prevent the tag! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Paul Canyon kicks out at two and a half, then starts to get to his feet, but Rob Solomon's up as well, and he lunges and cuts him down with a LARIAT!!

The crowd boos loudly, and Rob Solomon grins. With some illegal help from Jasmina Chastity, they just cut off the tag that could have saved the match for the Ontario Colour Show! Owen Addison is protesting from the corner, but Rob Solomon just pulls Paul Canyon up from behind, pulls his arms across his chest, and brings him down with a STRAIGHTJACKET SUPLEX!! He holds the bridge, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Paul Canyon! Undaunted, Rob Solomon pulls him up, kicks him in the midsection, and then grabs him by the hair and gives him a SITDOWN FACESLAM!! He turns Paul Canyon over and covers again, hooking the leg this time, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout!! Two and three-quarters!

Rob Solomon still seems pretty sure of himself, and he pulls Paul Canyon up, then bodyslams him to the canvas and steps out to the apron. He's going up to the top turnbuckle! He takes his position, smirks across the ring at Owen Addison, and leaps off with the KATANA LEGDROP!! But Paul Canyon rolls out of the way, and Rob Solomon wipes out on his butt! The crowd comes alive with cheers again, and Jacob Idol groans from the apron! That would've been the end, but now Paul Canyon has one more chance to make the tag!

After a few seconds, Rob Solomon crawls over to his corner and tags in Jacob Idol. Paul Canyon's dragging himself near to Owen Addison's stretched out hand, but Jacob Idol rushes forward and pulls him up from behind, then clubs him in the back. He starts to pull Paul Canyon back into position for the inverted DDT, but Paul Canyon gives him a back elbow to the ribs, then leaps forward and MAKES THE TAG!! Jacob Idol stares and exclaims "Oh SHIT..." loudly enough for the cameras to pick it up, and Owen Addison leaps up on the top rope and springs off to nail Jacob Idol with a SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!!

Rob Solomon charges into the ring, swinging with a lariat, but Owen Addison takes him down with a drop toe hold, then floats over onto his back, slaps him in the back of the head a few times, and grabs two handfuls of his hair and rams his face hard into the mat! Rob Solomon's down, clutching his nose, and Owen Addison gets up to cut Jacob Idol off with a kick to the midsection as he stands up, then snap mares him to the canvas! Jacob Idol lands in a seated position, and Owen Addison runs into the ropes behind him, then comes off and jumps over him with a somersault, grabbing his head in the process for a jumping neck snap!! Jacob Idol collapses back down to the canvas, and Owen Addison gets up!

Rob Solomon starts to get to his feet, but Owen Addison kicks him in the midsection, then grabs him by the hair and the tights and dumps him out of the ring. Jacob Idol gets up, and Owen Addison runs forward and takes him back down with a swinging neckbreaker on the left shoulder! It's a testament to his ability that he executed that move better on the wrong side than most people do on their right side, and Jacob Idol's feeling the effects! Owen Addison pulls him back up, lifts him with some pain and effort in a fireman's carry, and then spikes him on the mat with a Death Valley Driver!! He goes for the cover, and Jerry Rogers goes down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout at two and three-quarters by Jacob Idol! He still has a little bit left somehow!

Owen Addison pulls Jacob Idol up again, then lifts him in a rear gutwrench! He's grimacing as he does, and nearly loses his grip, but he gets him into position for the Tombstone! It could be all over now... but it's not, as Rob Solomon reaches into the ring and grabs his leg, then trips him! Owen Addison goes down under Jacob Idol, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Owen Addison kicks out at two, and Paul Canyon takes to the top turnbuckle, then leaps out onto Rob Solomon with a FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR!! They're both down after that, and neither one's moving much!

Owen Addison pulls Jacob Idol up, but Jacob Idol catches him on the way up with a low blow, and Jerry Rogers was momentarily distracted by the carnage outside of the ring and didn't see it! The crowd boos, and Jacob Idol grabs Owen Addison by the hair, turns him around into position, and DROPS him with the INVERTED DDT!! The crowd boos, and Jacob Idol yells for Jerry Rogers to turn around, then covers! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout at two and three-quarters!! Jacob Idol sits up wearily, then complains about a slow count, but Jerry Rogers stands by his decision.

Jacob Idol grabs Owen Addison and pulls him up, then puts him on the top turnbuckle facing the crowd and climbs up with him. The crowd knows what's coming, and they boo loudly. Jacob Idol flashes a smile shot through with pain and fatigue, then hooks Owen's head and falls back with the IDOLIZER!! That's his top-rope inverted DDT, and it never fails to get the victory! He just PLANTED Owen Addison on the canvas with it! But Jacob Idol's down for just a second, spent and tired, and at the same time Paul Canyon is up and climbing the turnbuckles! He leaps off... and connects with the MAGIC CARPET RIDE on Jacob Idol!! The crowd cheers, but Paul Canyon is curled up on the mat, clutching his stomach and groaning! By using that frog splash, he took a major toll on his own battered midsection!

After a few seconds, Rob Solomon comes into the ring, grabs Jacob Idol, and throws him on top of Owen Addison's prone form. This could do it... but Paul Canyon's up! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... During the count, Paul Canyon tags Rob Solomon with a superkick, then turns the pin over just before three, so Owen Addison's on top! Jerry Rogers sees the new situation, then counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Jasmina Chastity reaches into the ring and puts Jacob Idol's foot on the ropes, then screams for Jerry Rogers to look at it! Foot on the ropes at two and a half! Now Rob Solomon is up, and he clobbers Paul Canyon from behind... and the bell rings!!

Upon hearing the bell ring, Rob Solomon just looks disgusted and shoves Paul Canyon down to the mat, then rolls out of the ring. Paul Canyon gets up, and Jerry Rogers starts informing him of the time limit draw. After a few seconds, he frowns, then helps Owen Addison up... but Owen Addison crumples against the ropes and goes down to one knee. He can barely stand... and Jacob Idol rolls out of the ring and flops to a heap at Rob Solomon's feet. Both Idol and Solomon and the Ontario Colour Show have taken a lot of punishment in this match, but there's no conclusive ending to this encounter between these two historic rival teams.

The crowd gives a somewhat subdued round of cheers as Jerry Rogers hands the titles to Paul Canyon and Owen Addison, signalling that due to the time limit draw, they have retained the VCW World Tag Team Titles. Both teams were looking for a conclusive victory out of this one, but that didn't happen tonight. Even in his weakened state, Owen Addison manages to clutch one of the title belts to his side, and Jacob Idol stares into the ring with burning hatred, even as Rob Solomon and Jasmina Chastity have to hold him up at either side during their retreat up the aisle. After several moments, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon leave the ring together as well, stopping to touch the hands of a few fans in the aisles on their way backstage.

Before our next match, we understand that Ziggy Adderloaf has caught up with Rebecca Black as she prepares to take on her father, "Superstar" Sean Black, in the next upcoming contest! Let's go backstage and take a look!

Rebecca Black is backstage, sitting in an empty room with cinderblock walls, wearing a leather jacket, white T-shirt, and black jeans. She's not wearing any makeup, and her face is mostly blank as she stares straight ahead, deep in thought. Ziggy Adderloaf approaches her, and she glances up at him, then looks away.

Z. Adderloaf: In a few short seconds, Rebecca Black will face her father, the legendary competitor "Superstar" Sean Black, in a match with a lot of emotion and high stakes behind it. So I'm here--

R. Black: So soon?

Ziggy Adderloaf stops, puzzled.

R. Black: It's time already, isn't it?

Z. Adderloaf: Well, yes. Or it will be in a few seconds.

Rebecca Black slowly gets up and sighs.

R. Black: You know, as focused as I've been on this match, I can't help but wish I had an extra half-hour or so. Just a little more time. I asked for this match, don't get me wrong, and it needs to happen. I just wish I had a few more minutes. But you know how it is. In a few minutes, I'd just wish I had a few more minutes, and so on, and so on. There's no reason to put this off any longer, is there?

Z. Adderloaf: Are you having second thoughts about this match?

R. Black: Anybody would, knowing what I know. I'll just say this much... things are going to get ugly out there, and quick. I'm about to go out there and make a major sacrifice and save God only knows how many people from a lot of pain and heartache. I just hope it's not in vain. But isn't that fucked up? Surely it wasn't supposed to be like this... with me, Rebecca Black, taking one for the team. Anybody who knows me knows that I just don't do things like that.

Z. Adderloaf: Look, I'll be honest with you, I have no idea what you're talking about.

R. Black: If I have my way, it'll all make sense in the end. You'll find out what I'm talking about pretty damn quick. See, I realized not too long ago that things would never be okay again. I know I can't have what I want, but at least I can set things right after what Dad did to our family. In a few seconds, two of us are going down to the ring... and only one's coming back.

Z. Adderloaf: Well, um... good luck, I guess.

Rebecca Black smiles and puts a hand on Ziggy Adderloaf's shoulder.

R. Black: Thanks. Really. You'll wish you hadn't said that after a few minutes, but thanks anyway. Take care of yourself, Ziggy. Don't piss Crimson off, say no to drugs, and make sure you stay out of jail. You're a good guy.

Rebecca Black gives Ziggy Adderloaf a quick kiss on the cheek, then steps out of the room. Ziggy Adderloaf stares after her, confused, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Who knows what's going on in Rebecca Black's mind at this point? It has to be said here that she must be considered the lesser of two evils at best. Last Monday night, Sean Black made a promise to have her put in a mental hospital, and the case could certainly be made that she might benefit from that. This next match should be one of the most intense confrontations we've ever seen in VCW.

"Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as "Superstar" Sean Black swaggers out of the backstage entrance, wearing his black leather pants and black leather vest, in addition to black round-framed sunglasses! He stops to strut back and forth in front of the backstage entrance as bursts of pyro go off behind him, then walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring! He takes off the leather vest in a dramatic swirling motion, then drops down to his knees and flexes his muscles as more pyro goes off behind him!! Finally, he takes off his sunglasses, gives the nearest camera a smirking wink, and hands the vest and sunglasses off to a ring crew member with strict orders to take care of them. All of his showboating and cocky posturing here are NOT traits of a man who's worried about facing his only daughter in an intense, violent match. Either the Superstar's putting on a cocky front, or he really isn't that concerned about this match!

And then the crowd actually cheers as "Brackish" by Kittie begins playing over the arena sound system, and Rebecca Black comes out of the backstage entrance. She walks to the ring slowly and without fanfare, dressed in the leather jacket, white T-shirt, and black jeans she was seen wearing earlier. She doesn't pay the least bit of attention to the crowd as she walks to the ring, staring down the aisle at her father. Sean Black just smiles back at her, cracks his knuckles, and rolls his shoulders and neck to loosen them up for a fight. It doesn't appear that he's reacting any differently to this than he would to any match with any other wrestler! Rebecca Black reaches the ring and slowly climbs up the steps, then steps through the ropes. She's standing in a corner, staring across the ring at her father, and Brendan Powers enters the ring to call for the bell and begin this match!

The bell rings... and Rebecca Black screams at the top of her lungs as she draws a HUNTING KNIFE from her leather jacket and charges!! The crowd explodes in a chorus of gasps and a few cheers, and Brendan Powers recoils in fright as she stabs viciously at her father, but Sean Black just catches her wrist and twists it behind her back in a wristlock!! Rebecca Black drops the knife and grimaces in pain, and Sean Black kicks it out of the ring calmly, then reaches up and tousles her hair affectionately and shoves her away!! She turns to look for the knife, but fortunately a quick-thinking member of the ring crew has snatched it up and is running away with it. Damn it, she just tried to kill him!!

Unable to find the knife, Rebecca Black shrugs off her leather jacket, then turns and charges at her father again and tackles him with such ferocity that she actually brings him down! She climbs on top of him, screaming "I HATE YOU!" repeatedly as she pelts him in the face with BRUTALLY stiff right hands! Brendan Powers makes futile protests for her to stop that are completely ignored, and then she reaches down to his throat and begins choking him with both hands, digging her fingernails into his neck as she squeezes it! But Sean Black reaches up, hooks his fingers into her nose, and RIPS at it, causing her to squeal in pain and fall off of him! She gets back to her feet... but so does he, and he draws back and just LEVELS her with a crushing right hand of his own!!

Rebecca Black goes down, and the crowd boos loudly as "Superstar" Sean Black shakes out his fist and smiles. He just clobbered his own daughter with a punch that would've given a guy like Bass Rogers something to think about!! Rebecca Black starts to get up, and her nose is bleeding now, but it doesn't appear to be broken. Or at least, not yet, as Sean Black grabs two handfuls of her hair and pulls her into a SICK kneelift to the face!! Damn it! What the hell's his problem!? Rebecca Black crumples to the mat, and Sean Black reaches down and touches the knee of his leather pants, getting his daughter's blood on his hand. He looks at his bloody hand for a second, cracks a smile, and then casually reaches over and wipes it off on Brendan Powers's shirt.

Sean Black looks down at his daughter for a second. His own face is swelling a little bit from the hard punches she gave him earlier, but he doesn't seem to mind. He steps back and gives her a stinging kick to the ribs and says "What's the matter!? I thought you came here to kill me! Get up!" loud enough for the cameras to pick it up. Rebecca Black pulls herself up to her hands and feet, with a small patch of blood left on the mat from her nose. Sean Black pulls her up by the hair, then reaches up and clobbers her with a forearm across the back as hard as he can!! Rebecca Black goes back down to her hands and knees, and the crowd boos loudly.

Sean Black goes to pull her up again, but this time Rebecca Black jerks up sharply and nails him with a LOW BLOW!! Sean Black breathlessly mouths a curse word and crumples to the mat, and Brendan Powers threatens Rebecca Black with disqualification, but she just turns to him with a blank, eerie look on her face and he backs off!! She crawls over her father's body and starts hammering him with more hard punches, battering his forehead and opening a wound above one of his eyebrows! Brendan Powers seems hesitant to even pull her off of him, and after several seconds she bends down, bites at the bloody wound over his eyebrow, then sits up and spits the blood into his face!!

Sean Black reaches up to grab at her face, but Rebecca Black grabs his wrist, then pulls it to her mouth and bites his hand! He roars in pain and jerks his hand away, and Rebecca Black gets up, then grabs one of his legs and kicks at the knee sharply! "Superstar" Sean Black initially retired due to having two bad knees, and Rebecca Black's targetting them to hurt him now! He cringes, and starts to struggle, but Rebecca Black drops to the mat and puts on a kneebar!! Sean Black's grimace becomes even more severe, but he mutters something under his breath and starts dragging his way to the ropes. Rebecca Black's so much lighter than any male wrestler that it's easy for him to make progress towards the ropes, and after a few seconds he grabs them.

Brendan Powers orders Rebecca Black to release the hold, but she's not complying! She probably doesn't care if she gets disqualified! He counts to five, then when she still doesn't break it, he reaches down and pulls her hair to get her off of Sean Black! Rebecca Black turns and yells something incoherent at Brendan Powers, and he leaps back in fright, but Sean Black is up to his knees now! Rebecca Black screams in outrage and charges him, and he lowers his head and BACKDROPS HER OVER THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!! The crowd gives a mixed reaction for that as Rebecca Black crashes to the canvas! And then Sean Black grabs the top rope, waiting on her to get up... and when she does, he slingshots himself onto her with a PESCADO BODYPRESS!!

They both go down in a heap, but Sean Black is clutching his knee and muttering in pain after that landing. There's a reason why, at fifty-two years of age with two bad knees, he doesn't usually do things like that, and he just reminded himself why! Even so, he starts to get up first, and grabs Rebecca Black by the hair. But she catches him with an elbow to the midsection, then grabs him and whips him into the steel ringsteps! Sean Black collides with the ringsteps knee-first and goes down, clutching his leg and roaring in pain! Rebecca Black grins, with her nose bleeding and swollen, then reaches down and starts to take up the protective mats over the concrete floor! She exposes the concrete in one area, then turns back to her father! She can't have good intentions here!!

Sean Black gets up, having some difficulty standing on his right leg, but Rebecca Black comes forward and gives him a blatant kick to the crotch, then grabs him by the hair and pulls him into a headlock! She runs a few steps with him, then brings him down with a BULLDOG ON THE CONCRETE!! The crowd cheers, and Rebecca Black gets up, smiling sadistically. When the camera turns back to Sean Black, he's laying on the concrete in a pool of his own blood, which is seeping from a larger open wound on his forehead. Rebecca Black goes over and grabs his right ankle, then raises the leg into the air and spikes it knee-first on the concrete!! Sean Black thrashes around on the concrete a little bit, and Rebecca Black raises it up again, and does it again!! If she has her way, her father won't even be able to walk after this match... and for all that, she's still quite possibly the lesser of two evils here!

With some degree of effort, Rebecca Black pulls her father up and rolls him into the ring, then climbs in after him. He actually starts to pull himself up... but Rebecca Black drops a knee across the back of his right leg, and he yells in pain and collapses back down! And then she grabs his leg and pulls it back in a half Boston!! The crowd cheers, and Sean Black's blood-covered face contorts in pain as he yells something incoherent at his daughter!! He pushes himself up on the mat, and begins crawling towards the ropes with determined, rage-fueled strength!! Rebecca Black leans back on the hold, but she just can't keep him from making progress, and after several seconds Sean Black grabs the bottom rope!!

This time, Rebecca Black lets go immediately, then begins stomping and kicking at her father as he begins to stand. Sean Black gets up to his knees, and Rebecca Black hammers him in the face repeatedly, knocking little droplets of blood off onto the canvas! But then he blocks a punch, gets to his feet, and just HAMMERS her with a huge, brutally hard punch of his own! Rebecca Black goes down, then screams desperately and gets back up... and Sean Black just draws back and drops her with another massive punch!! Rebecca Black goes down again, and this time she's not getting up in any great hurry.

Sean Black looks down at her, wipes some blood off of his face on the back of his hand, then manages a pained smile. He hobbles over to Rebecca Black's fallen body, walking with a severe limp, then pulls her up! With his good leg, he knees her in the midsection (and nearly falls over in the process), then hooks her arms and brings her down with the DOUBLE ARM DDT!! The crowd boos loudly, and Sean Black sits up, grinning through the blood on his face as he grabs the ropes to pull himself up. That's one of his signature moves, used countless times to put away opponents during his long career...but not this time, as Rebecca Black suddenly SITS UP!!

The crowd comes alive with cheers... Rebecca Black just sat up after the Double Arm DDT, much like Troy Black often does when he should be finished! One of her eyes is swollen nearly shut, her nose is swollen and bleeding, but she's not done yet! Sean Black looks over at her and scowls, but he doesn't react in time as she bolts to her feet and tackles him to the mat!! The Superstar's right leg folds under him and he goes down, and Rebecca Black crawls over him again, hammering him with desperate punches to the face! After several of those, she grabs his leg and starts to step around it for a figure-four leglock!! After Horror Show last month, she knows how painful and crippling that move can be first hand! But as she turns to apply the move, he braces his other leg against her and kicks her off from behind! She stumbles away, then turns back around to him as he gets up on his hands and knees, but he just folds her up like an envelope with a hard punch to the midsection!!

Rebecca Black is stunned and doubled over, and Sean Black cautiously gets to his feet, then grabs her by the hair. He pulls her into a big headbutt, getting his own blood in her hair, then pushes her down into a standing headscissors! He lifts her... and gives her a DEVASTATING POWER BOMB!! The ring shakes with the impact, the back of Rebecca Black's head bounces off of the canvas like a basketball, and you can say with dead certainty that she's not going to sit up after THAT. He just flung her down with incredible force!!

Sean Black looks down at his daughter and smiles, but he's not going for the pin! He steps out to the apron and slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle. He reaches the top, holds his arms out in a "V", then leaps off... SWANDIVE HEADBUTT!! It connects, and a bloody imprint of his forehead is left on her shoulder!! Rebecca Black is a motionless body on the canvas, with her left eye bruised and swollen shut and her nose and lips covered in drying blood. Sean Black leans down, kisses her on the forehead, and squeezes her hand, then leans across her shoulders for the cover. Brendan Powers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! The carnage is finally over!!

The crowd boos loudly, and "Superstar" Sean Black gets up, flexes his knee, and grimaces in pain. Brendan Powers seems a little hesitant to approach him and raise his hand, and when he does Sean Black just brushes him off. He doesn't seem too interested in celebrating this match... as well he shouldn't, after this brutal, remorseless beating he just gave his own daughter!! He slides out of the ring, grabs Rebecca Black by the ankle, and pulls her out with him, then lifts her across his chest and starts carrying her backstage, limping severely. On his way up the ramp, he refuses the offer of trainers and medics to help one or both of them, and carries her backstage on his own. All we can hope is that he doesn't intend to continue the sadistic abuse we've just witnessed backstage. Hopefully there will be some security teams on hand to make sure that doesn't happen.

This is hardly a high note to end on, but after the intense hatred and sickening violence we've just seen, a break may be in order. So this will conclude Part Two of Spontaneous Combustion as we head into our final break. After an intermission, you're invited to click on the link below to join us for the exciting, action-packed conclusion of Spontaneous Combustion! Part Three of our event awaits on the next page!

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