Welcome, everyone, to This Friday in Florida! We're coming to you live from the Miami Arena in Florida, offering you a pay-per-view quality show on FREE TV!! Three of VCW's titles will be up for grabs tonight, in addition to a lot of other emotionally-charged, high-stakes matches! Gabriel Black will defend the VCW Television Title one-on-one against Dean Sanders! David Wright Hubbard squares off against Lars Coverdale in a Tables Match; and due to her actions at Spontaneous Combustion, Michelle Hubbard is suspended from appearing in any capacity at a VCW show, so it'll be strictly one-on-one!! The Ontario Colour Show will defend the VCW World Tag Team Titles against the Tough Customers! Johnny Smiles and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins will face off against Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Unholy Alliance!! And in the main event, the VCW World Champion, Crimson, will defend his title against Troy Black and Lance Errington in a Triple Threat Match!

We're going to kick the action off right away! "Tziganne" by Bozzio, Levin, and Stevens begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle of the Knights of the Squared Circle begin making their way to the ring. Fortunately, the newly-added third member of that group, Jacques Normandy, is not coming with them. He'll compete in the next match, so evidently he has to stay back and get ready! Pompous and Oldcastle enter the ring, looking pretty full of themselves, and we have to admit that they're the favorites to win. They're the largest men in this match, Monty Pompous is undefeated in VCW competition, and they're physically stronger than any of their opponents with the possible exception of "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. They pose for the crowd, but only get a few boos for their troubles.

Next "Calling Doctor Love" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd boos again as The Jolly Rogers, "Dastardly" Dave Adams and "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot, make their way to the ring, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia. Fortunately, their entourage has dwindled back down to only Vivacia, as Seaman Staines is history, and Roger the Cabin Boy has broken off on his own under his real name, Jeremy Tellier. Dave Adams swaggers to the ring with a grin on his face, while Tom Guycot is creeping down to the ring stealthily like he's preparing to break into a house or something. They both make it to the ring and climb inside, and they begin a wary standoff with the Knights of the Squared Circle, as all four men watch each other carefully.

And now "Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and the crowd boos yet AGAIN as the New Immortals, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson and "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario, make their way to the ring, accompanied by Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael! They're approaching with their usual cheesy good cheer, grandstanding to the fans and puffing themselves up on the way to the ring. They might have a chance to pick up a victory in this match, since all of their opponents are just as corny and goofy as they are, and that'd be a pleasant change of pace for them, to be sure. Their happy-go-lucky demeanor changes as they enter the ring, however, and they begin cautiously watching the other two teams, making it a three-way standoff. On the outside, Nurse Vivacia and Nicole exchange heated, catty remarks; there's no animosity forgotten between those two.

B. Rivera: Yo, Miami! Word up, my people!?

Now "What'chu Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers... as Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera come rolling out of the backstage entrance in a black Ferrari Spider with the windows down! They're dressed as the main characters from Miami Vice, with Brian Rivera in a fancy-looking white sports coat over a plain lavender shirt providing a halfway-acceptable Crockett to Marylin Silvera's well-dressed but still somewhat less authentic Tubbs in a dark blue shirt with gray sports coat and lavender tie. Brian Rivera has a microphone as Marylin Silvera drives the car to the ring!

B. Rivera: Aww HAAAAAYYYL YEEEAHHH, BUBBA!! The B-R and the M-S be kicking in the Rivera-Silvera Era in Miami in STYLE, boy! We done been to California already, but now we both PUMPED to be here, kicking it on the beach, getting our mack on with the fine-ass Miami women, and living the high life tonight, boy!! The B-R and the M-S be rolling in in style to represent on the EAST SIIIIIIIIDE!!

Marylin Silvera parks the car halfway up the ramp, and Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera step out of the car and begin walking to the ring.

B. Rivera: Now, I know Miami can represent, but I just gotta ask... yo, where my dogs at!?

Brian Rivera barks like a dog and succeeds in getting most of the crowd to join in. He grins and points around at all of them as he makes his way to ringside with Marylin Silvera.

B. Rivera: Aight, that's cool. I KNOW ya'll got my back up in this bitch tonight! But this being Miami, I got one other question. Where my DOLPHINS at?

The crowd explodes into cheers, and the camera cuts to a shot of legendary Miami Dolphins quarterback Dan Marino sitting in the front row! Brian Rivera walks over to him with a big grin on his face.

B. Rivera: Hey, word up, Number Thirteen! We proud to have you representing up here in Miami in the Rivera-Silvera Era. Not only is you one of the greatest quarterbacks of all time, but you was mad fly like a mack daddy up in Ace Ventura, bubba. That movie was off the hook, and my homeboy Marylin really likes that part where you kiss the hot babe who's really a guy.

The crowd laughs, and Dan Marino grins sheepishly.

B. Rivera: Anyway, we glad you got our back tonight. Keep it real, yo.

Brian Rivera exchanges some kind of weird convulted gangster handshake with Dan Marino, then begins stepping up into the ring as all six of his opponents watch him and Marylin Silvera warily. Brian Rivera stops on the apron and looks around at all of them.

B. Rivera: What y'all looking at? You best recognize that all you chumps is going down tonight. You got He-Man, Skeletor, Chester the Molester, big fat Santa Claus, the Backstreet Boys... but it don't matter. We finna bust a cap in all six of y'all asses! The B-R and the M-S be kicking asses and winning matches up in Miami, Florida, BAY-BEE!!

Brian Rivera steps into the ring, and Marylin Silvera slides in as well! All six opponents turn and rush them, and Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this opening match!

Jolly Rogers
w/Nurse Vivacia

New Immortals
w/Nicole & Steve "Mongo" McMichael

Brian Rivera comes in swinging, sending Moy Lazzario to the canvas with a right hand, but then Monty Pompous grabs him from behind and Jockey Oldcastle rushes with a clothesline, but Brian Rivera ducks! Jockey Oldcastle accidentally hits Monty Pompous, knocking him down, and Brian Rivera kicks Oldcastle in the ample midsection, hooks his arms, and twists him around to bring him down in the BITCH SLAP!! Meanwhile, Marylin Silvera backdrops Dave Adams over the top rope when he charges, blocks a punch from Bobby Danson and pokes him in the eyes, then kicks Tom Guycot in the midsection, grabs their heads, and bangs them together! Everyone else rolls out of the ring, and Brian Rivera goes into a battle stance and barks like a dog as Marylin Silvera blows the opponents kisses!

Jerry Rogers demands that order be restored, and only two men can be in the ring at any given time, so Marylin Silvera steps out to the apron. After a few moments, everyone else goes out to the apron as well, and Dave Adams comes in to face Brian Rivera. He throws a punch, but Brian Rivera blocks it, then returns fire to hit him with a series of punches! With Dave Adams reeling, Rivera stops to do a stupid little jiggy dance, then draws back and drops him with a big right hand! The crowd cheers, and Dave Adams goes down, then crawls to the nearest corner and tags in Monty Pompous.

Monty Pompous comes in now and locks up with Brian Rivera. Brian Rivera grabs a headlock out of the lockup, but Monty Pompous backs into the ropes, then shoots Brian Rivera off to the other side and takes him down with a shoulderblock when he comes off! Brian Rivera gets up and looks at Monty Pompous, then backs into the ropes again and comes off! Monty Pompous drops to the mat, Brian Rivera leaps over him and runs into the ropes on the other side, and Monty Pompous gets up, then lowers his head for a backdrop, but Brian Rivera leaps over him with a sunset flip and cradles him for the pin! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Monty Pompous!

Brian Rivera pulls Monty Pompous up, but Monty Pompous elbows him in the midsection, then takes him down with a snap mare and grabs him in a chinlock. Brian Rivera's not ready to stay down, though, and he quickly fights his way to his feet, then elbows Monty Pompous in the midsection twice to break it! Brian Rivera runs into the ropes, and comes off at Monty Pompous, but Monty Pompous takes him down with a clothesline! The crowd boos, and Monty Pompous sneers and mutters something nasty to Brian Rivera, then kicks him while he's down for spite. It was not too long ago at all that these two men came to odds in an Arkansas Hog Pen Match, and Monty Pompous still seems to carry a grudge!

Monty Pompous tags in Jockey Oldcastle, then scoops Brian Rivera up and slams him to the canvas. Jockey Oldcastle comes in, backs into the ropes, and comes off with a big elbowdrop, but Brian Rivera rolls out of the way! Jockey Oldcastle misses, and both men begin getting up, but Brian Rivera grabs Jockey Oldcastle's head and pulls him into a jawbreaker! Jockey Oldcastle topples to the mat with a crash, and Brian Rivera darts forward and tags in "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot!

Jockey Oldcastle's getting up, but Tom Guycot comes at him with a series of Tomahawk chops, backing him up, then sends him into the Jolly Rogers' corner with an Irish whip! He runs forward into the corner, leaps to the second turnbuckle, and hooks Jockey Oldcastle's head for the SKULLICIDE!! But no, Jockey Oldcastle stays up and walks out of the corner, then flings Tom Guycot to the mat with a crushing SPINEBUSTER!! Tom Guycot is deflated! And Jockey Oldcastle backs into the ropes, then comes off with the BIG SPLASH!! Jockey Oldcastle stays on him for the cover, and Tom Guycot could be making an early exit here... but Nurse Vivacia just jumped up on the apron, and she has Jerry Rogers distracted!

Jockey Oldcastle notices that no count is being made, and he looks up and sees what's going on, then gets to his feet! He walks over to Nurse Vivacia and Jerry Rogers, wagging a finger at them and telling them off... but Nurse Vivacia reaches over and strokes one of his bearded cheeks! Jockey Oldcastle looks at her and grins, and Nurse Vivacia pulls him into a big, sloppy kiss! Jockey Oldcastle greedily embraces Nurse Vivacia in return... but Tom Guycot crawls up behind him, grabs the back of his breeches, and pulls him into a roll-up!! Guycot's got a handful of his breeches and he puts his feet on the second rope, AND Nurse Vivacia holds his ankles for more leverage, but Jerry Rogers somehow doesn't notice any of that as he goes down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! The Knights of the Squared Circle are outta here!

The crowd cheers, and Jockey Oldcastle rolls out of the ring, cursing in frustration... but Monty Pompous doesn't seem inclined to let it go so easily! He steps off of the apron, grabs a chair, and slides inside, then rushes forward and WHACKS Dave Adams across the head with it, knocking him off of the apron! Jerry Rogers protests and jerks the chair away from him, but then Monty Pompous just turns, grabs Tom Guycot by the throat, and lifts... CHOKESLAM!! Monty Pompous took this loss hard, and he just took it out on the Jolly Rogers! Dave Adams is down on the floor, and Tom Guycot is down in the ring... and the opportunistic Moy Lazzario scrambles into the ring and covers Tom Guycot! Jerry Rogers turns and sees that, and he has to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!!

Thanks to Monty Pompous being a poor sport, the Jolly Rogers are now eliminated as well! Tom Guycot rolls out of the ring, and Nurse Vivacia begins seeing to him and Dave Adams both on the outside as Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle make their retreat, grinning over what they've done. We're down to two teams already, as Marylin Silvera rushes into the ring and clobbers Moy Lazzario with a forearm to the back! Moy Lazzario falls forward to his hands and knees, and Marylin Silvera goes to drop an elbow across his back to squash him down to the canvas... but Moy Lazzario rolls out of the way, then takes a seat on his back and applies a camel clutch.

The crowd boos, and Marylin Silvera begins struggling, slowly fighting his way back to his feet. Brian Rivera begins clapping in a rhythm, and apparently wonders will never cease, as the crowd actually gets behind Marylin Silvera and starts clapping for him and cheering him on! He fights his way up to his feet, then backs rapidly into the New Immortals' corner and smashes Moy Lazzario back-first against the turnbuckles! Moy Lazzario slumps in the corner, but it's his own corner, and Bobby Danson quickly slaps his hand, then reaches in, grabs Marylin Silvera by the hair, and pulls him throat-first across the top rope! Marylin Silvera collapses inside the ring, and Bobby Danson slides inside to go after him.

Marylin Silvera begins to get up, but Bobby Danson's waiting on him, and he rushes him and takes him down with a big clothesline! Marylin Silvera starts to get up again, but Bobby Danson just scoops him up from the mat, then brings him down on a knee in a backbreaker. The crowd boos, and Bobby Danson yells "HE'S NOT AS PRETTY AS I AM!" to them for some reason, getting even more boos. There's no denying that, when they want to be, the New Immortals are two very effective wrestlers!

Bobby Danson sets Marylin Silvera up on the top turnbuckle in the New Immortals' corner, then tags in Moy Lazzario. Moy Lazzario climbs up on Bobby Danson's shoulders, then hooks Marylin Silvera in a front chancery! Moy Lazzario lifts... and they bring him down from high in the IMMORTALPLEX!! The crowd can't contain an impressed burst of cheers, and Moy Lazzario floats over onto Marylin Silvera and lays across him for the arrogant cover! Jerry Rogers goes down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... And Brian Rivera enters the ring and breaks the pin at two and a half!!

Moy Lazzario gets up angrily and goes over to Brian Rivera, talking trash... and then he slaps him right across the face! Brian Rivera rushes into the ring, but Jerry Rogers gets between them and starts pushing him back! And as he does, Bobby Danson enters the ring again and pulls Marylin Silvera up in a full nelson, then holds him while Moy Lazzario unloads on him with a number of punches to the face and kicks to the midsection! Just before Jerry Rogers finishes his lecture to Brian Rivera, Bobby Danson releases the hold and slides out of the ring, and Marylin Silvera crumples to the mat.

Brian Rivera can only look on in frustration as Moy Lazzario pulls Marylin Silvera up, kicks him in the midsection, and then whips him into the ropes. Moy Lazzario runs into the other side, and comes off to take him down in the center with a Thesz press! And he stays on top of Marylin Silvera, raining right hands down on his face repeatedly! The crowd boos, and Moy Lazzario gets up, gives Marylin Silvera two middle fingers, and then dares him to get up! Marylin Silvera stands up, and Moy Lazzario lashes out with a kick to the midsection, then grabs him for an Ace Crusher, but Marylin Silvera shoves him forward to block! Moy Lazzario staggers forward and turns around, and Marylin Silvera throws himself forward desperately to cut Moy Lazzario down with a clothesline!!

Both men are down now, and both begin to get up. Moy Lazzario gets to his feet first, wobbles back to his corner, and tags in Bobby Danson, while Marylin Silvera is slower to get up. Bobby Danson comes forward and tries to pull Marylin Silvera up, but Marylin Silvera hits him with a low blow!! Jerry Rogers warns Marylin Silvera not to do that again, but the damage is done, and Bobby Danson curls up and collapses to the mat! He's a rather pathetic sight as he rolls back over to his corner and tags in Moy Lazzario again! Moy Lazzario rolls his eyes and gets back into the ring, then rushes at Marylin Silvera... but this time, he runs right into a kick to the midsection followed by a jawbreaker! Moy Lazzario goes down, and Marylin Silvera goes to his corner and tags in Brian Rivera!

Brian Rivera comes in all fired up and hammers Moy Lazzario with a series of punches, then does his jiggy dance for the second time in this match and drops him with a big right hand! Bobby Danson comes in, and Brian Rivera hammers him with some more punches, backing him into a corner of the ring. Moy Lazzario gets up, but Marylin Silvera's in now, and he throws Moy Lazzario into an opposite corner of the ring! Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera mount the New Immortals in opposite corners, and each rain ten punches down on their heads in unison as the crowd counts along!

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera step down, and the New Immortals stagger out of the corners... so Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera grab them and whip them towards each other! Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario meet in the middle of the ring, but instead of colliding, they link arms without missing a step, spin around in a doe-see-doe maneuver, and charge Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera, only to run right into clotheslines! They both go down, and Bobby Danson rolls out of the ring, so Marylin Silvera follows him to attack on the outside!

Brian Rivera scoops Moy Lazzario up, then bodyslams him to the canvas and steps out to the apron. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!" and leaps off to connect with a huge FLYING LEGDROP!! He goes for the cover, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THR... Kickout at two and three-quarters by Moy Lazzario! Brian Rivera pulls Moy Lazzario up and goes for the Bitch Slap, but Moy Lazzario slips free and pushes him forward, causing him to bump into Jerry Rogers! They knock heads, and Jerry Rogers goes down! Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Bobby Danson just slammed Marylin Silvera on the steel ramp, and now he's dragging him over to the black Ferrari!

In the ring, Moy Lazzario grabs Brian Rivera for the Ace Crusher, but Brian Rivera blocks it, then kicks him in the midsection and brings him down with a DDT! He starts to go for the cover, but Jerry Rogers is down, and Steve "Mongo" McMichael lumbers into the ring! Brian Rivera gets up, but Mongo rushes forward and mauls him with a massive clothesline! The crowd boos loudly... then explodes into a HUGE round of cheers as Dan Marino jumps the guardrail!! Mongo sees him coming and motions for him to bring it on, and Dan Marino steps into the ring to a huge burst of cheers!

Steve McMichael bellows and rushes Dan Marino with a clothesline, but Dan Marino ducks under it! Mongo stumbles past him, then turns around, right into a huge SPINEBUSTER!! Dan Marino just took Mongo down with a spinebuster!! But on the outside, Bobby Danson has dragged Marylin Silvera up onto the hood of the black Ferrari, and he has him in a standing headscissors! He's going to give him a piledriver on the hood of the car... no, he's not, because Marylin Silvera counters with a BACKDROP TO THE STEEL RAMP!! Bobby Danson's down, Mongo's down, and Moy Lazzario's getting up... but Brian Rivera kicks him in the midsection, hooks his arms, and twists him around, then drops him with the BITCH SLAP!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Dan Marino nudges the recovering Jerry Rogers in the direction of the pin, then slides out of the ring! Jerry Rogers sees the cover and counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera are your winners!

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera have picked up the victory! Marylin Silvera runs to the ring and slides inside, and they both exchange high-fives with Dan Marino, who helped them on their way to victory by taking out Steve "Mongo" McMichael! Mongo and Moy Lazzario roll out of the ring to join Bobby Danson and Nicole on the outside, while Brian Rivera, Marylin Silvera, and Dan Marino are remaining in the ring to bask in the cheers of the crowd! As the celebration continues, we're going to take a look in the parking lot as Lars Coverdale arrives at the arena!

Lars Coverdale pulls up in the parking area next to the arena in a aqua green jeep, then steps out. He's dressed differently than normal, in tight black leather pants, a dark blue T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and dark aviator sunglasses. Even his normally outrageous hair is bound back in a ponytail. He begins walking to the arena, but then pulls out a cell phone, dials a number into it, and holds it up to talk into it.

L. Coverdale: Hello? ... ... Hello?

Lars Coverdale glares at the cell phone for a second, shakes it, and then puts it up to his ear again. Finally, he just grimaces in disgust, turns and draws his arm back, and flings it into the distance. The small plastic cell phone sails out of sight, and Lars Coverdale turns and keeps walking towards the arena without looking back at it. He reaches the arena entrance, where a guard from the H.A.R.P. Squad stands watch.

Guard: Hey, Lars! Come on in!

Lars Coverdale stops and looks at him.

L. Coverdale: Is David Wright Hubbard in the arena yet?

Guard: Johnny and Ken are already here, and they have--

L. Coverdale: I didn't ask about Johnny and Ken. Is David Wright Hubbard here yet?

Guard: Uh, no.

Lars Coverdale scowls and walks past the H.A.R.P. Squad guard without another word. The guard watches him go and shakes his head, muttering to himself.

Guard: Boy, these weird wrestlers give me the creeps sometimes.

T. Guycot: Yeah, no kidding. I know how you feel.

Tom Guycot steps out of the arena door before it fully closes behind Lars, and puts an arm around the guard's shoulders without warning. The guard jolts in surprise and seems very uncomfortable as he glances over at Tom Guycot.

T. Guycot: But he's gone inside now, so it's fine, right?

The H.A.R.P. Squad doesn't seem comforted by that logic.

Guard: Um... yeah, maybe. Say, why do you wear a skeleton costume?

Tom Guycot looks around frantically, to see if anyone else is in the area, then leans forward, as if to confide a secret with the guard.

T. Guycot: To hide my sinister intentions! HA!

Tom Guycot kicks the H.A.R.P. Squad guard in the midsection, then actually manages to jump up, brace his feet on the door for a split second, and bring the man down with the Skullicide on the parking lot ground. The guard goes limp in a heap, and Tom Guycot begins sneaking away across the parking lot, walking stealthily on the balls of his feet and constantly looking around to see if anyone's watching him. After several steps, he trips and goes sprawling to the ground, then gets up, looks around, sees that nobody saw him, and resumes sneaking away as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Based on what we've just seen, it appears that Lars Coverdale isn't his usual cheerful self tonight, heading into the Table Match with David Wright Hubbard. Tom Guycot, however, IS his usual self after losing earlier to Moy Lazzario, for better or worse. At any rate, we're heading through to our next match now, and the Green Dragon is already in the ring, awaiting his opponent.

Now "Big Balls" by AC/DC begins playing, and "Hell's Musketeer" Jacques Normandy steps out of the backstage entrance, decked out in his swashbuckler garb, and begins walking to the ring to the boos of the crowd. As we remember, this is formerly Jack Norman of Hell's Bikers, who turned on his partner Butch Manson at Spontaneous Combustion and then changed his name and aligned himself with the Knights of the Squared Circle twenty-four hours later. He pulls a Three Musketeers candy bar out of his pocket, unwraps it, and greedily stuffs it into his mouth on the way to the ring, devouring it in a matter of seconds. He steps into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle, yells "ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!" and then steps down and takes off his shirt, belt, and jacket, to wrestle bare-chested in his slacks and boots. He turns to face the Green Dragon, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

The two men lock up in the middle of the ring, and Jacques Normandy quickly proves to be the stronger, pushing the Green Dragon back into a corner with a noticable strength advantage. Bobcat McGavin orders a clean break in the corner, and Jacques Normandy complies... then suddenly knees the Green Dragon in the midsection! Ignoring Bobcat McGavin's scolding, Jacques Normandy drags the Green Dragon out of the corner, scoops him up, and bodyslams him to the canvas, then kneels at his side and begins choking him! Bobcat McGavin counts, and Jacques Normandy releases the chokehold at four.

The Green Dragon starts to get up, and Jacques Normandy clubs him with a few forearms to the head, then whips him into the ropes! The Green Dragon comes off the ropes, and Jacques Normandy rushes him with a big boot, but comes about six inches away from making contact and falls over! But the Green Dragon goes down anyway, and the crowd boos loudly. Jacques Normandy just gets up like nothing happened, then scoops the Green Dragon up and brings him down with a backbreaker. He gets up, backs into the ropes, and comes off with a legdrop, but the Green Dragon rolls out of the way! Jacques Normandy wipes out on the legdrop attempt!

They both get up, and Jacques Normandy throws a punch, but the Green Dragon blocks it, then returns fire with one of his own! The Green Dragon backs Jacques Normandy into a corner of the ring with a series of punches, then whips him to the opposite corner! Jacques Normandy hits the turnbuckles and staggers out, and the Green Dragon takes him up across his shoulders and brings him down with a Samoan Drop! Jacques Normandy's down, and the Green Dragon covers him and hooks a leg! Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... And only two, before Jacques Normandy kicks out!

They get up, and the Green Dragon kicks Jacques Normandy in the stomach and whips him into the corner again. The Green Dragon charges in after him, but Jacques Normandy gets a boot up, and the Green Dragon runs right into it!! He goes down hard, then gets up, but he's staggering and disoriented! Jacques Normandy kicks him in the midsection, then hooks him in a front chancery, lifts him, and drives him down with the JACQUESHAMMER!! That's his finishing move now, and it's just a regular Jackhammer, but it still may be enough to put an end to the Green Dragon here! Jacques Normandy covers him, and Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! Jacques Normandy wins!

Jacques Normandy picks up the victory here against the Green Dragon... but wait! Someone's coming through the crowd! It... it seems to be Butch Manson, but his formerly long black hair is cut short and his beard is neatly trimmed, and he's got a baseball bat!! The crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as Butch Manson comes through the crowd, then jumps the guardrail and slides into the ring behind Jacques Normandy! Normandy hears the crowd noise and turns around... and Butch Manson NAILS him upside the head with the baseball bat! Jacques Normandy goes down hard, and the crowd erupts! Whether they're ready to like Butch Manson or not, they've already made up their mind that Jacques Normandy's an ass, so they're happy to see him go down!

Jacques Normandy rolls out of the ring, shaking out the cobwebs in his head, and begins staggering up the ramp. Butch Manson just scowls at him, then rolls out of the ring and begins chasing after him! Jacques Normandy looks up on the ViolenTron and sees Butch Manson chasing after him, and he panics and begins a clumsy run up the ramp! Jacques Normandy's running, and Butch Manson dashes after him in hot pursuit! Jacques Normandy makes it backstage, with Butch Manson half a dozen steps behind him, and they both disappear through the backstage entrance! The old Jack Norman never would have ran scared from a fight like this! Does he somehow know that he can't take his old tag team partner?

Back in the ring, the Green Dragon is a rather sorry sight as he pulls his battered carcass up. He gets to his feet... but wait a minute! An image just flickered on on the ViolenTron!!

The screen shows a scene of "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden standing in a forest, near a large, tall tree with large wedges cut out of the base of the trunk on either side. Hasan Gilden has a woodsman's axe in his hands, and one might infer from the scene that he's been working to chop this tree down for a while.

H. Gilden: Hey, Dragon! You just got your butt kicked again, didn't you? Hot Stuff didn't make it to Florida, so I'm not there right now, but I'm betting you lost again like a little chump!

Hasan Gilden smirks and raises the axe up.

H. Gilden: But that's not what's important now, Dragon. Remember I told you I was gonna make you pay for disrespecting Hot Stuff? Remember when you stepped out of line? Well, I got your little friend here now, and he's in a whole lot of trouble.

The camera tilts up to show that about fifteen feet off the ground, the Unlucky Tiger has been tied to the tree trunk with large, thick ropes. He's struggling uselessly against the ropes that bind him to the tree. Then the camera goes back down to Hasan Gilden.

H. Gilden: Listen to me, you little sandwich-sodomizing punk! Anyone who messes with Hot Stuff... they're gonna get BURNED, baby!

Hasan Gilden begins chopping at the weak point of the tree with the axe. After three or four good chops, a creaking noise is heard, and Hasan Gilden drops the axe and stands back.

H. Gilden: TIMMMMMBER!!

The camera cuts to a wide-angle shot of the tree falling down from a far distance back. From this far, the fate of the Unlucky Tiger cannot adequately be determined as the tree crashes to the ground. Once it has fallen, the camera zooms back to Hot Stuff, standing by the stump of the felled tree and laughing to himself.

H. Gilden: You see that, Dragon? You see what happened to him? That's gonna be you if you don't step in line. You're in the fire right now, Dragon, and the HEAT IS ON!!

"Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden jumps up and does the splits in mid-air, coming down to land like that on the forest floor.

H. Gilden: DAMN, I'M GOOD!!

As Hasan Gilden gets to his feet, a man in a park ranger's uniform walks up to him, frowning severely.

Ranger: Excuse me, sir. Did you just chop down that tree?

Hasan Gilden looks around nervously.

H. Gilden: Uh, no, sir.

The ranger frowns.

Ranger: Then what's that axe doing here?

H. Gilden: It was like this when Hot Stuff got here. I just found it here, you know?

The ranger still isn't buying it.

Ranger: I see. Mind if I look at the tape in those cameras?

Hasan Gilden looks around nervously, as if trying to think of a way out of this predicament.

H. Gilden: Um...

Without warning, Hasan Gilden suddenly kicks the park ranger in the gut, hooks his head, and brings him down with a DDT on the ground. Then he pops up to his feet and enthusiastically thrusts his pelvis out at the camera.

H. Gilden: OH YEAH!!

Hasan Gilden walks up close to the camera, looking cocky but annoyed.

H. Gilden: Now turn this stupid bitch-ass camera off already!

"Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden draws back a hand and slaps the camera, knocking it over and reducing its feed to static, which terminates the video abruptly.

Back in the ring, the Green Dragon is staring up at the ViolenTron in horror, as he has been for the past several seconds. He stares at the now-blank screen for a second, then drops to his knees and bellows "NOOOOOOOO!!" at the top of his lungs. He's obviously very distraught, and now he rolls out of the ring and begins walking backstage with his head hanging down. After losing his match, this is another tough break for him.

Before our next match, we understand there's still more footage that we're going to see tonight! We're going to take a look backstage at the Unholy Alliance as they prepare for their match, and then... something about a chase backstage! Let's take a look!

The Unholy Alliance is gathered in their private room. As usual, Gabriel Black, Lance Errington, Rob Solomon, Jacob Idol, Jasmina Chastity, Melissa DelArmeggio, and Derek Cole are all present. But tonight Sean Black is not present. They're all lounging about on expensive-looking sofas, with a large table full of refreshments nearby.

D. Cole: What a night, huh? I mean, is Friday night now the coolest night of the week now or what? The only thing that could make this better is if the Superstar was here to watch as Lance Errington brings the VCW World Title back to the Unholy Alliance.

The other Unholy Alliance members applaud, and Lance Errington looks around at all of them with a modest smile.

L. Errington: It's an honor, guys. Really. But say, Gabriel... why isn't your dad here, anyway?

Gabriel Black chuckles to himself.

G. Black: What he said to me is, more or less verbatim, that Florida was a state full of inbred hicks who were too stupid to fill out a voting ballot correctly, and it's their fault the country's run by a moron now, so damned if he'd ever set foot in the Godforsaken state.

J. Idol: Yeah, I could hear him saying that. You crazy Americans with your crazy President never cease to amaze me.

L. Errington: Wait a minute... you mean the Superstar's a Democrat!?

G. Black: Libertarian, actually. You'll have to excuse him. Many great men have tragic flaws. Anyway, I think that the real reason he's not here is because he wanted to spend some time at home bonding with Rebecca. After all these years, it's wonderful to see our family coming back together again.

Rob Solomon yawns and stretches out, then grabs one of several bottles of champagne out of a bucket of ice.

R. Solomon: Anyone want a glass?

J. Chastity: Sure, I'll have one.

Rob Solomon opens the bottle of champagne, pours some slowly into a glass, and hands it to Jasmina Chastity, then stares at the bottle for a second.

R. Solomon: Hey, there's only like nine-tenths of the bottle left now. I guess I'll go ahead and finish off the rest here.

Rob Solomon raises the bottle and takes a large swig of its contents, and Jacob Idol groans and sighs.

J. Idol: Hey, now. When's our match coming up, anyway? Please say it's soon. I don't wanna miss it on account of this drunk having to go to the ER for a stomach pump.

R. Solomon: Hey, we already missed our match. Ken and Johnny missed their flight, so there was a last minute change of plans. We were supposed to be in the four-way clusterfuck with the queers and the swashbucklers and the pirates and all them, but I figured we should just no-show that shit, so I didn't tell you.

Jacob Idol looks at Rob Solomon, horrified, but Derek Cole quickly puts a hand on his shoulder.

D. Cole: He's only kidding. You're still on against Ken Collins and Johnny Smiles, and you still have a while. Three more matches are up before any of us are on, then it's Melissa against Pauline, then Gabriel and Dean Sanders. You guys are right before the main event.

J. Idol: Great. Hey, you hear that? Pace yourself. You've got more than enough time to get roaring drunk and totally screw us over, all right?

Rob Solomon only grins.

R. Solomon: Hey, I AM pacing myself. If I wasn't I'd've spiked this stuff with Everclear or something.

J. Idol: Lord help us.

L. Errington: So Melissa... you're on after the next two matches against Pauline. I've been meaning to talk to you... about your strategy in these kinds of matches and everything, you know. Think you'd mind having a word alone with me?

M. DelArmeggio: Could you? I've been meaning to talk to you... alone, like you said. About strategy, and stuff.

Everyone else is giving them strange looks, but Lance Errington gives Gabriel Black a glance. Gabriel Black catches it, and nods.

G. Black: That's a good idea. Why don't you do that while I go to the limo and get my gear? The rest of you should come with me as well. I want to discuss your match with Johnny Smiles and Ken Collins with you as we go.

R. Solomon: Can I bring the champagne?

Gabriel Black glares at him.

G. Black: Yes, you can bring the damned champagne. Now come on.

Gabriel Black leaves the room, followed by Rob Solomon, Jacob Idol, and Derek Cole. Jasmina Chastity lingers behind, plainly hoping to stay and remain unnoticed, but Gabriel Black reaches back in, grabs her wrist, and pulls her out through the door. Once they're alone, Lance Errington turns to Melissa DelArmeggio.

M. DelArmeggio: This is about what you said at Spontaneous Combustion... right?

Lance Errington lets out his breath and flashes a quick, nervous-looking smile.

L. Errington: Yes. Now, granted, that was during a pretty emotional moment, but I still meant it when I--

Melissa DelArmeggio interrupts Lance Errington and puts a hand on his shoulder.

M. DelArmeggio: Look, I'm sorry, but... you freaked me out a little bit there, you know? I don't want to be used and hurt again. ... Not that I'm saying you'd do that, necessarily, but I just can't take a chance right now. And... I know it sounds like I don't trust you, and that's ridiculous after the way all you guys have been so supportive of me and everything, but... I don't know. Maybe I'm just crazy or stupid or something, but I can't--

L. Errington: No. You're not crazy or stupid.

M. DelArmeggio: Really?

Lance Errington nods.

L. Errington: I understand, and I'm not offended. I'm sorry for getting all weird and emotional and scaring you. It just... slipped, when I saw him about to come off the cage and drive his fist through your throat. And I'd like to say that I'm sorry that I interfered in the match, because I know it was your personal chance at revenge... but I'm not. I can't be sorry, because you made it through mostly all right, and that's what really matters to me.

Melissa DelArmeggio looks at Lance Errington and opens her mouth to speak, but she can't seem to say anything. Lance Errington sighs.

L. Errington: There I go again. Sorry. Look, I really don't want to keep freaking you out like this. I'm trying not to... a-and for God's sake, you'd better close your mouth, because you look so beautiful staring at me like that that it's all I can do not to kiss you.

Melissa DelArmeggio stares at Lance Errington, her mouth still open and her eyes wide, for another second. She begins to lean forward ever so slightly, but the door suddenly swings open, and Troy Black steps into the room and immediately turns his gaze on Lance Errington. Lance Errington quickly stands up.

L. Errington: Troy! How'd you... I mean, I, uh--

T. Black: I saw the others leave. I didn't see you leave. And I owe you a visit.

Troy Black upends the catering table, sending the refreshments all over the floor, then grabs Lance Errington by the collar of his jacket and shoves him against the wall.

T. Black: I don't know WHAT you were trying to accomplish by trying to play with my mind during the Hardcore Cage Match, but it WORKED. Are you happy? It's not enough that Gabriel wants to break my neck at every living moment, that my father and sister are both crazy, and that I was forced to be in that horrible match? You had to come along and play your games with me? I--

Lance Errington squirms and begins talking frantically, intimidated by Troy Black's intense behavior.

L. Errington: Look, Troy, Gabriel would just let you retire, he doesn't really want to hurt you! And you saw Rebecca and your dad last Monday! She's fine! She's--

Troy Black silences Lance Errington by shoving him against the wall again, then leans in more closely. Melissa DelArmeggio is standing back, looking on in horror.

T. Black: I saw Dad and Rebecca, all right. It was the most horrifying thing I've ever seen. You've been around long enough to know how Rebecca is normally. What do YOU think he had to do to her to make her act that way? Use your imagination, and feel free to lay awake at nights thinking about it. I know I have.

L. Errington: So what're you saying? That things'd be better off if you'd just decided to fuck her after all--

Troy Black knees Lance Errington in the midsection, driving the wind out of him, and shoves him up against the wall.

T. Black: Let me explain where I was going with all this before you finish that thought. I have made a solemn PROMISE to myself never to hurt the people I love again. That means my family, and Melissa... and Brujah, now that I think about it. That does NOT extend to you. Are we clear? The hang-ups that I have about facing Gabriel in a match where one of us is guaranteed to walk out crippled DO NOT APPLY to you, Lance. In fact, right now, I'd be HAPPY to accept a match like that with you. Do you understand me now? Do you know how I feel about this?

Lance Errington starts to sink to the floor in Troy Black's grasp.

L. Errington: Oh, God, Troy... look, I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't--

M. DelArmeggio: Let him go, Troy.

Troy Black actually releases Lance Errington, who crawls away from him and slowly stands up. Melissa DelArmeggio steps forward to confront Troy.

M. DelArmeggio: Your promise is a lie, Troy. You DID hurt me at Spontaneous Combustion.

T. Black: And I hate myself for it. I tried to avoid--

M. DelArmeggio: You know what hurt, Troy? That you tried to cheat me of my revenge. You rolled me up from behind, tried to get away, and did everything you could to make that match a joke. I was there to wash my hands of you forever and move on with my life, Troy, but that didn't happen.

T. Black: I didn't know what to do. Really. I still don't. Is there anything at all I can do, besides retiring or letting Gabriel break my neck, that would--

M. DelArmeggio: I'm still trying to put my own life back together after you broke it. I don't have time to find all the answers for you too, Troy. But I can give you this one: no, there's nothing you can do. You've done too much already. That's the problem.

Lance Errington slowly takes a step closer to them, but a glance from Troy Black freezes him in his tracks. Melissa DelArmeggio frowns.

M. DelArmeggio: I can tell you one thing you can STOP doing, though, and that's trying to drag him into it. You've made a fine mess of our lives already, and you can at least leave his alone.

T. Black: Drag him into it? Can't you see that he's using you to play mind games with me?

M. DelArmeggio: You sound awfully sure of that. Because everything's about you, right? There's no possibility that this is just about us, and his feelings are real, is there?

L. Errington: I thought you'd say that, Troy. You know, just because it's obvious that YOU never loved Melissa doesn't mean that I don't feel--

T. Black: You've got a deathwish, you bastard. I warned you.

Troy Black grabs a bottle of champagne by the neck and raises it to strike him, but Melissa DelArmeggio quickly grabs his arm.

M. DelArmeggio: STOP IT, Troy.

Troy Black sets the bottle down, but doesn't take his eyes off of Lance Errington.

M. DelArmeggio: Here's another possibility for you. Remember when I said that I'd make you miserable if you ruined our match? When I said I'd hurt you if you cheated me of my revenge? It seems to me, Troy, that you did your best to make a fool out of me in that match and cheated me of my revenge. Have you thought about that?

T. Black: Wait. What are you trying to say?

Melissa DelArmeggio locks eyes with Troy Black, and her next words come in a deliberate, practiced tone.

M. DelArmeggio: I'm gonna put it so simply that there's no way you could misunderstand it. Troy... there's somebody else in my life now.

Before Troy Black can reply, Melissa DelArmeggio grabs Lance Errington and nearly smothers him in a rough, intense kiss. Lance Errington is stunned for an instant, and then he folds his arms around Melissa and kisses her back. Troy Black watches in silence for several seconds before the kiss breaks. Melissa DelArmeggio looks back at him again, with a blank expression on her face.

M. DelArmeggio: So now you know how I feel.

T. Black: I suppose I do.

Lance Errington smiles, looks at Melissa DelArmeggio, and then looks back to Troy Black.

L. Errington: I might suggest that you go crawling back to Amy now, Troy... but the last I'd heard was that now she has a different boyfriend with a shot neck and history of betrayal, so she doesn't need you.

Melissa DelArmeggio frowns and elbows Lance Errington.

M. DelArmeggio: Stop it. That's not funny.

Troy Black looks back and forth at both of them.

T. Black: I guess I should leave now.

M. DelArmeggio: I think so.

T. Black: All right.

Troy Black starts to turn away, but then looks up at Lance Errington.

T. Black: We're both still booked in the main event tonight, Lance. You can be SURE I'll see you in the ring.

Lance Errington just swallows and takes a deep breath, and Troy Black walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. With Troy Black gone, he relaxes and actually smiles, putting an arm around Melissa DelArmeggio's shoulder.

L. Errington: Wow. I, uh, didn't think you--

Melissa DelArmeggio smiles back at him.

M. DelArmeggio: There's a time and a place for everything. I had to save it for the right time and place... you understand.

Lance Errington's smile spreads into a full-fledged grin.

L. Errington: Did I already tell you that I love you?

Melissa DelArmeggio pulls Lance Errington close and snuggles her head into his shoulder, smiling. But after a few seconds, her smile fades and she steals a glance back at the door. The camera fades out on the wreckage of the backstage scene.

Wow. It seems like Lance Errington is in a hell of a fix in tonight's main event! Not only will be be in the ring with Troy Black, who would love to rip his head off because of what we just witnessed, but he'll also be in the ring with the VCW World Champion, Crimson, who'll want to rip his head off because he just likes ripping heads off! The main event tonight could turn out to be an explosion of carnage and sadism where nobody comes out straight!

Since that last segment ran so incredibly damn long, we can't show you this next scene live. But moments ago, as the conversation between Melissa DelArmeggio and Lance Errington took place, the cameras were also on hand as Butch Manson continued to pursue his revenge against his former partner, "Hell's Musketeer" Jacques Normandy, in the same hallway through which the rest of the Unholy Alliance was leaving! Bear in mind that this footage isn't quite live as we take a look at what happened while we were busy with that last segment!

The cameras are watching an empty backstage hallway. After a few seconds, Gabriel Black walks onto the scene, followed by Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, Jasmina Chastity, and Derek Cole.

J. Idol: Why do you think they were so eager to get us out of there, anyway?

Rob Solomon takes a swig of champagne and laughs.

R. Solomon: Isn't it obvious? They're gonna fuck.

J. Idol: I doubt that.

R. Solomon: Oh, yeah. And they're not JUST gonna fuck. I'll bet you... let's say, five THOUSAND dollars that we get back there, and the whole place is wrecked. I mean all the shit's knocked over and everything, because they just had a giant balls-out fucking ORGY in there, man. And they'll be sitting there all sweaty and worked up with their clothes and their hair all rumpled and deny it, and act like we're crazy.

J. Idol: Them? Lance and... Melissa!? Like the same sweet, innocent Melissa we know who won't even say bad words on TV? ... This is a joke, right?

R. Solomon: Five grand says this is no fucking joke, man. You in?

J. Idol: You've gotta be kidding me. This is the easiest five thousand bucks I've ever made! You're damn right I'm in!

By now Gabriel Black, Jasmina Chastity, and Derek Cole have reached the end of the hallway, and they're waiting for Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon impatiently.

G. Black: You two wouldn't be thinking of doing anything rude like trying to lose me so you could sneak back and eavesdrop on our friends, would you?

J. Chastity: No, I heard them. They're just making bets as to whether or not Lance and Melissa fuck while we're gone.

J. Idol: Hey, shut up, babe! Whose side are you on here?

Jasmina Chastity chuckles, but Gabriel Black glares at them.

G. Black: We're all supposed to be gentlemen here, aren't we? Shape up, or next time I'll tell them to bring white grape juice instead of champagne.

R. Solomon: Whoa, hey! No need for that kind of crazy talk. We're coming!

Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon hurry to rejoin the others, but before they can reach them "Hell's Musketeer" Jacques Normandy dashes past them in a panicked sprint.

J. Normandy: Outta my way! That lily-livered damnable chicken-hearted lowly knave motherfucker's got him a baseball bat, and he's fixing to lay a sound and fatal drubbing on my sorry ass!!

On his way past them, Jacques Normandy bumps into Rob Solomon and causes him to accidentally drop the bottle of champagne, which shatters on the floor. Rob Solomon stares down in disbelief as Jacques Normandy runs past them and out the door to the parking lot. A few seconds behind him comes Butch Manson, carrying a baseball bat in hot pursuit.

R. Solomon: He's out in the parking lot, man! Beat his ass!! He made me drop my booze!

Butch Manson ignores Rob Solomon and sprints past everyone out the door. The camera changes to a view of the parking lot, where Jacques Normandy runs out in panic. There's an Victorian-style horse-drawn carriage parked in front of the building, drawn by two fine horses, with the driver already seated in position. Jacques Normandy runs up to the carriage, flings open the door, and scrambles inside, and at the driver's signal the horses begin to trot, taking the carriage away. Butch Manson gets out just in time to see the carriage start moving, and he snarls and goes over to a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. He hops on, puts a key in the ignition, and starts it up, then drives after the carriage in hot pursuit.

Great. So now we have a biker on a Harley with a baseball bat chasing a horse-drawn carriage down the streets of Miami. Without dwelling on that particular nonsense any longer, we had better just move on to our next match. "Of Wolf And Man" by Metallica begins playing, and that brings out La Princesa Lobo to a mild round of boos from the crowd. We know she has an association of some sort with Hasan Gilden, but obviously she's here tonight while Hasan Gilden is not. She walks to the ring and climbs inside, then climbs to one of the top turnbuckles and peers around at the crowd, sniffing the air. She'll be one of four women in the second of our two Four-Way Dance matches tonight, and she looks ready for a fight.

Now "Halfway Decent" by Audio Karate begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon comes out of the backstage entrance and begins making her way to the ring! She seems ready to compete as well, and she jogs briskly to the ring and slides inside. After a brief, wary standoff with La Princesa Lobo, she takes her turn going up to one of the middle turnbuckles and posing for the crowd. Then she hops down and rolls her shoulders and neck, preparing for the coming match.

And then "Stupefy" by Disturbed begins playing, and that brings out Mary Cohen, as the crowd boos again! She glares around at all of them, then walks down the ramp, scowling at any cameras that happen to be nearby before she climbs inside. Heather Dannon backs away from her warily, but Mary Cohen seems emotionless and blank, as if she doesn't even notice Heather Dannon. You can't blame Heather Dannon for being wary of her, though, since last Monday night it seemed as though Mary Cohen and Chris Champlain were about to attack her with a bat covered in broken glass before Quinn Harper intervened! Mary Cohen doesn't bother striking any sort of pose, and instead just leans against the ropes to await the beginning of the match.

Finally, "No Remorse" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd gives a huge round of boos as Sadako Momotani comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Lady Erica Whitmore, and begins making her way to the ring! The last time we saw her, she took a trio of devastating suplexes from Christina Ellis at Spontaneous Combustion. But from the appearance of things, she seems to be ready to go tonight! She walks to the ring and removes her leather jacket, then steps up on the apron and climbs in through the ropes. VCW referee Harold Brusco enters the ring and calls for the bell, and we'll kick this match off now!

Sadako Momotani
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

The rules for this match are slightly different than the rules for the tag match, in that all four women are legal at all times. At the sound of the bell, La Princesa Lobo wildly launches herself at Sadako Momotani, pulling at her hair, clawing and biting at her face, and screaming incoherently! Mary Cohen only takes a second before she joins in as well, coming forward to clobber Sadako Momotani with forearm shots to the back! And then, after several seconds of hesitation, Heather Dannon joins in as well, stomping and kicking Sadako Momotani's fallen body! And the crowd's actually cheering this three-on-one beating! Lady Erica Whitmore protests this treatment from outside of the ring, but Sadako Momotani's definitely the most experienced and dangerous woman in this match. We know that she likes hurting people, and these three rookies may be uniting against her as a survival measure!

Sadako Momotani's down, but she rolls away from the other three and back to her feet suddenly! She charges Mary Cohen and takes her down with a forearm to the face, but La Princesa Lobo catches her with a kick to the midsection, and Heather Dannon comes from behind her and grabs her in a full nelson! La Princesa Lobo begins kicking her in the midsection repeatedly in a frenzy, but Sadako Momotani lashes out and connects with a kick of her own to La Princesa Lobo's face! She begins struggling to free herself from the full nelson, but Mary Cohen's up now and she comes from behind Heather Dannon and reaches around her to apply a second full nelson on Sadako Momotani, doubling the pressure!

But Heather Dannon freaks out when she realizes Mary Cohen's touching her, and she releases the hold and whirls to face her! Mary Cohen tries to gesture that she was just trying strengthen the hold on Sadako Momotani, but Heather Dannon's still staring at her in fear! La Princesa Lobo gets up, but Sadako Momotani's free now, and she backs her into a corner with a pair of forearms to the face, then knees her in the stomach in the corner! Mary Cohen looks and sees that Sadako Momotani's on the loose and turns to pull her off of La Princesa Lobo. Heather Dannon stares fretfully at Mary Cohen as if trying to make up her mind, then rushes up behind her, pulls her tights down in back and exposes her bare backside to a small smattering of cheers from the crowd, and rolls her up! Heather Dannon keeps her handful of tights, and Harold Brusco goes down to count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Mary Cohen!

Mary Cohen pulls her tights up and stands up to look at Heather Dannon, and she looks absolutely furious now! It seemed as though she was trying to put the events of past Monday behind her, but Heather Dannon was still frightened of her and tried to take her out early with a cheap roll-up! But all that's out the window now, as Mary Cohen screams in outrage, rushes Heather Dannon, and tackles her to the mat! She crouches over Heather Dannon, screaming incoherently at her and raining fists down into her face like a machine!

Harold Brusco goes over and orders Mary Cohen to stop the closed fists, and while his back's turned of course Sadako Momotani pulls a fork out of her leotard and begins grinding it across La Princesa Lobo's forehead with obvious glee! Harold Brusco is trying to get Mary Cohen to back off, but she's not doing it! She's snapped, and her knuckles are beginning to shine red as she continues raining fists down on Heather Dannon! It appears as though Heather's bleeding from the mouth now! Finally, fed up with Mary Cohen's insubordination, Harold Brusco calls for the bell! He's had enough of her!

Heather Dannon's bleeding from the mouth, and in the corner of the ring, La Princesa Lobo's forehead has been busted open from the abuse Sadako Momotani has given her! Sadako Momotani throws the fork out of the ring as Harold Brusco glances back, and when he asks her why La Princesa Lobo is bleeding, Sadako Momotani just pantomimes an elbow smash, like she's trying to say she busted her open with an elbow! Harold Brusco seems skeptical, but then turns and realizes that Mary Cohen is STILL on top of Heather Dannon, beating the daylights out of her!

Harold Brusco grabs Mary Cohen and begins trying to phyiscally pull her off, but first Mary Cohen grabs Heather Dannon by the hair and tries to lean down and bite her face! Harold Brusco grabs Mary Cohen's hair and struggles to pull her away, but it looks like she's willing to rip her own hair out by the roots just to bite Heather Dannon! In desperation, Harold Brusco reaches around and gouges Mary Cohen in the eye that's not covered by her eyepatch! Mary Cohen drops Heather Dannon, screams in pain and outrage, and sends Harold Brusco scrambling away in fright by looking at him with a hideous, hateful snarl on her face!

Harold Brusco coweres with his hands raised... but Mary Cohen just takes a deep breath, then slowly stares down at Heather Dannon in dismay! She looks down at her bloody knuckles, then at Heather Dannon, and kneels at her side and puts a hand on her shoulder! Mary Cohen starts trying to say something to Heather Dannon, but Harold Brusco orders her out of the ring. It seems that Mary Cohen regrets her rage-fueled outburst and wants to apologize, but right now she needs to get out of the ring, because there's still a match going on! Finally, at Harold Brusco's insistence, she leaves the ring and heads backstage.

Finally, Mary Cohen is gone. Sadako Momotani kicks La Princesa Lobo in the midsection and dumps her out of the ring, then stalks over to Heather Dannon, who's squirming in pain on the mat. She doesn't seem severely hurt, but she's shaken up, and from the amount of blood in her mouth she may have some dental work in her immediate future. Sadako Momotani smiles and pulls Heather Dannon up, then lifts her in a rear gutwrench and turns her upside-down! Some fans look on in horror, expecting a Destiny Driver, but instead it's a TOMBSTONE!! Heather Dannon goes limp on the mat, and Sadako Momotani covers her! Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... La Princesa Lobo reaches into the ring, grabs Sadako Momotani's ankle, and pulls her off and out of the ring at two!

On the outside, La Princesa Lobo knees Sadako Momotani in the midsection, then grabs her by the hair and takes her head-first into the steel ring apron. Sadako Momotani slumps on the outside, and La Princesa Lobo rolls into the ring, then crawls over to Heather Dannon and shakes her. She's trying to bring Heather Dannon around, probably knowing that she needs an ally to fend off the dangerous veteran Sadako Momotani, but Heather Dannon doesn't do anything except for squirm a little and groan! After a few seconds, La Princesa Lobo sees Sadako Momotani crawl back into the ring, and she gives up on Heather Dannon to face Momotani!

La Princesa Lobo snarls and charges at Sadako Momotani, tackling her, but Sadako Momotani catches her in the tackle and rides her to the mat in a front facelock! La Princesa Lobo fights her way up with the strength of desperation, but Sadako Momotani drives a knee into her midsection, then shifts her grip to a front chancery and brings her down swiftly to the mat with a snap suplex! La Princesa Lobo lands hard, and Sadako Momotani gets to her feet first, then cuts La Princesa Lobo off with a kick to the midsection when she tries to stand again, hooks her arms, and flings her to the mat with a double arm suplex! Sadako Momotani gives La Princesa Lobo a look of annoyance, then hauls her up and dumps her out of the ring again.

Heather Dannon's starting to stir again, but Sadako Momotani clubs her in the back, then lifts her in a fireman's carry across her shoulders and plants her with the DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! Heather Dannon goes limp again, and Sadako Momotani puts a foot on her chest for a cover. Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! La Princesa Lobo was still down on the outside and couldn't make the save that time!

In all honesty, that was probably an act of mercy for Heather Dannon, who was for all purposes out of this match after Mary Cohen's brutal attack on her. But it doesn't bode well for La Princesa Lobo, who stares up into the ring and sees that only she and Sadako Momotani are left standing! Sadako Momotani smiles and motions for her to come in, and La Princesa Lobo slides into the ring! With a desperate scream, she bolts to her feet and charges Sadako Momotani, and this time she actually tackles her to the mat! La Princesa Lobo crawls on top of Sadako Momotani, biting her face and hammering her with wild swings, and the crowd cheers her on! Whether they're fond of La Princesa Lobo or not, they just want to see Sadako Momotani get some of her own medicine!

Harold Brusco orders La Princesa Lobo to stop the illegal tactics, so she hauls Sadako Momotani up, scoops her up, and bodyslams her to the canvas. La Princesa Lobo was never known for being much of a wrestler, and if she tries a straight up wrestling match against Sadako Momotani, it probably won't end well. She starts to pull Sadako Momotani up again, but Sadako Momotani cuts her off with an elbow, then gets to her feet! Sadako Momotani whips La Princesa Lobo into a corner of the ring, and she hits the turnbuckles hard! Sadako Momotani charges in at her, but La Princesa Lobo pivots to the side and lashes out with the FERAL KICK!! La Princesa Lobo hit Sadako Momotani square in the face with the Feral Kick, and we could see a huge upset! She goes for the cover, and Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Sadako Momotani!

La Princesa Lobo looks concerned as she gets up, but she's not backing down! She steps back and measures Sadako Momotani as she gets up, then strikes with a second Feral Kick, but this time Sadako Momotani dodges out of the way! Sadako Momotani goes for a kick to the midsection, but La Princesa Lobo catches her foot, spins her around by it, and then nails her with a kick to the midsection when she turns around! La Princesa Lobo pulls Sadako Momotani into a standing headscissors and lifts her for a crucifix power bomb, but Sadako Momotani slips out behind her! La Princesa Lobo turns around, and Sadako Momotani scoops her up on her shoulders, then plants her with the DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! That'll be all! Sadako Momotani covers, and Harold Brusco counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!!

In this case, the woman who was favored to win the match by a large margin was indeed the victor. Individually, the three rookie women in this match never stood a chance against Sadako Momotani, and they couldn't stand united, so divided they fell. Sadako Momotani walks over to a camera and gives it a cold smile, and then Lady Erica Whitmore hands her something: a miniature pink stuffed cat and a pair of shears!! That plush cat is a replica of Sumiko, like the ones that are sold now at the VCW merchandise stands... and Sadako Momotani puts its neck between the blades of the shears and squeezes, quickly severing its head!! She lets the two halves of the stuffed cat fall to the mat, then turns away from the camera to head backstage. It's not hard to find the symbolism there; Sadako Momotani still has it in for the Pink Kitten!!

We're going to press straight ahead to our next match now! "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam begins playing, and the crowd boos as Jeremy Tellier comes out of the backstage entrance. He scowls and shouts something at them, then begins making his way backstage. Last Monday, we learned that this young man has become quite angry with the way he's been treated by fans, allies, and opponents alike, and now he's out to earn respect. He slapped the taste out of Devaccio Pola's mouth half a dozen times on last Monday's show, and has actually lived to tell about it... until now. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone. It seems he has some last words for us.

J. Tellier: All right, damn it! I've had enough! Tonight's where everything changes! Tonight, I've got a match against Devaccio Pola, one-on-one, and I'm gonna give you a graphic example of what happens when someone disrespects me!

The crowd boos. This could, indeed, get graphic. We could witness the brutal murder of Jeremy Tellier in the middle of the ring tonight.

J. Tellier: Enough is enough! Devaccio Pola comes back off of the injured lists and thinks he can mess with me!? Get him out here, and I'll put him right BACK on the injured lists!!

The crowd boos... and now "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath kicks on, turning the boos into explosive cheers! Devaccio Pola steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing a VCW T-shirt and blue jeans, and carrying a microphone! He begins stalking towards the ring, and a wide smile spreads on his face.

D. Pola: So YOU'RE gonna injure ME, huh? You know, I thought that sounded crazy, but the more and more I think, it makes a lot of sense. There's lots of ways I could get hurt in there. I could break my HAND on your FACE... I could twist my ankle after my FOOT gets stuck in your ASS... or I could get a nasty case of food poisoning after I TEAR YOU APART AND EAT YOU RAW!!

Devaccio Pola throws down the microphone and slides into the ring, and Jeremy Tellier immediately begins stomping on him as soon as he comes in! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match will start off right now!!

Jeremy Tellier stomps at Devaccio Pola as he gets up, but Devaccio Pola's up anyway! Jeremy Tellier kicks him in the midsection, then whips him into the ropes and runs into the other side! They come off, and Jeremy Tellier takes flight with a leaping forearm smash that knocks Devaccio Pola down! The crowd boos, and Jeremy Tellier stands over Devaccio Pola, talking trash... but Devaccio Pola just bolts right back to his feet and roars angrily! The crowd explodes in cheers!

Jeremy Tellier hauls off and punches Devaccio Pola, but it doesn't even faze him! Devaccio Pola returns fire with a series of three right hands to the face, driving Jeremy Tellier back into the ropes, then whips him to the other side! Jeremy Tellier hits the ropes on the other side, but Devaccio Pola runs right in after him and nails him with a STINGING jump kick right to the chest that knocks him out over the top rope! Jeremy Tellier flies wildly over the top rope, spins in mid-air, and practically lands on his FACE on the outside!! The crowd chants "HOLY SHIT!", and the broken form of Jeremy Tellier is left in wreckage on the outside of the ring!

Somehow he's actually still moving, but Devaccio Pola goes right out after him. He goes to pull Jeremy Tellier up, but Jeremy Tellier hits him with a LOW BLOW! The crowd boos, Devaccio Pola slumps forward and falls to the floor, and Brendan Powers warns Jeremy Tellier, but Jeremy Tellier's still slumped over and doesn't seem to notice! Jeremy Tellier goes over and grabs a chair, and slides it into the ring, but Brendan Powers just shouts angrily, grabs it, and throws it back out on the other side! But while he's doing that, Jeremy Tellier pulls brass knuckles out of his pocket and NAILS Devaccio Pola in the face with them! Devaccio Pola goes down again, and the crowd boos!

Jeremy Tellier quickly ditches the knuckles when Brendan Powers turns around to admonish him over sliding the chair into the ring, and Jeremy gives him a sincere apology, then turns and hammers Devaccio Pola in the face with forearm smashes as he begins to stand! But Devaccio Pola just ignores all of the blows, stands up, and bellows "BAAAAAHHH!!" at him at the top of his lungs! He's had enough! Jeremy Tellier looks worried, stares at his forearm like it's defective, and takes another swing, but this time Devaccio Pola dodges back, then springs forward and just DROPS him with a BRUTAL kick to the face! That might have knocked him out!

Devaccio Pola pulls Jeremy Tellier's limp carcass up again, steps back, and BLASTS him with another big kick to the face, causing him to slump against the ringsteps limply! Devaccio Pola rolls him back into the ring, then climbs up on the apron and begins going to the top turnbuckle! Jeremy Tellier slowly gets up, but just by looking in his eyes you can tell there's nobody home; it looks like the boy took a wrong turn down Goofy Street and kept on going for the next five blocks! He wobbles and turns towards Devaccio Pola, and Pola comes off the top to nearly DECAPITATE him with a flying kick to the head! Jeremy Tellier goes down in a limp heap on the mat!!

Devaccio Pola glares down at Jeremy Tellier, then pulls him up and grabs him by the throat. He lifts him... and drives him DOWN with a chokeslam!! Devaccio Pola's not a big guy himself, and it's not every day he gets to pull out a chokeslam, but here we see it against the diminutive Jeremy Tellier! And now he steps out to the apron. It seems like it's time to put the finishing touches on this slaughter as he goes up to the top turnbuckle! He leaps off... 450 SPLASH!! Devaccio Pola covers Jeremy Tellier, and Brendan Powers makes the academic count... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! It's was over before it even started, but now it's sure enough OVER!!

Jeremy Tellier was just crushed, and Devaccio Pola unceremoniously pulls his limp carcass up and tosses him out of the ring! He slapped Devaccio Pola around last Monday and demanded this match, and wouldn't you know it, he got exactly what he was asking for! Devaccio Pola's staying in the ring, though, and calling for a microphone.

D. Pola: All right, now that THAT'S over with... Dean Sanders!! I think we've got a little unfinished business. I know you're in the back, you're here to take on Gabriel Black for the VCW Television Title. Well come on out first, and let's settle our score right here, RIGHT NOW!!

Wow, Devaccio Pola's calling out Dean Sanders! We know he's in the building... and here he is! The crowd erupts as Dean Sanders runs out of the backstage entrance and slides into the ring! Devaccio Pola rushes him and attacks with a kick, but Dean Sanders catches his foot, brings him down in a single-leg takedown, then turns him over into an STF!! He holds him there and gives him a few vicious open-handed slaps to the back of the head, but Devaccio Pola's struggling like a madman and somehow he shakes himself loose!

Devaccio Pola bolts back to his feet and hammers Dean Sanders with a hard blow to the face, but Dean Sanders just snarls and returns it! They're just trading punches in the middle of the ring, both hammering away at each other!! Neither man wants to be the one to give first! The crowd boos as the H.A.R.P. Squad comes running to the ring to pull these two men apart; they want to see them go at it! As they break up this fight, we're going to take a look backstage, where we understand Pauline Vietjohn is trying to get ready for her match with Melissa DelArmeggio!

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing in a dressing room with Pauline Vietjohn, who's pacing back and forth and looking very upset and agitated.

Z. Adderloaf: I'm here to get some comments from Pauline Vietjohn, and... Pauline, you seem very upset.

P. Vietjohn: You know, we did this already. They threw Heather off of the roof of an ambulance less than a month ago, and now Mary Cohen decides to attack her for no reason. EVERYBODY in this stupid place is just some maniac who likes to hurt people!

Z. Adderloaf: Yes, we saw Heather Dannon attacked in the Four-Way Dance a few minutes ago by Mary Cohen. Have you heard any updates on her condition?

P. Vietjohn: She'll be okay, but... that's not the point. She doesn't deserve this. WE don't deserve this. I'm just glad Virginia and Komachi are back in Japan tonight. At least we don't have to deal with all three of them.

Z. Adderloaf: You do have to deal with Melissa DelArmeggio, however. You'll be facing her, one-on-one, after this next match.

Pauline Vietjohn stops and gets a disgusted glare on her face at the mention of Melissa DelArmeggio.

P. Vietjohn: She's no different from Virginia... just a little smaller, that's all. She had a boyfriend who was somebody special and rode his coattails until she got thrown off the bandwagon. Now she still thinks she's special, that she's entitled to the special help and benefits she's used to getting, that she's better than people like me who are making it on their own. But you know what? Troy Black may have done some things I don't agree with, but dumping THAT albatross isn't one of them.

Z. Adderloaf: You're looking at an excellent opportunity to prove yourself in that match. Assuming a victory here, what's next on your agenda?

P. Vietjohn: Virginia. I'm still not happy about what she did to Heather, power bombing her off of the ambulance, and I'm not satisfied with the way things ended at Spontaneous Combustion. So I want another shot at her. This time, with no Minako, no Komachi... just me and her. After I take care of Melissa tonight, THAT is what I want.

Z. Adderloaf: Pauline Vietjohn will face Melissa DelArmeggio, one-on-one, after this match pitting Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper against Desmond and Chris Champlain! Let's head back for that!

Pauline Vietjohn perks up and smiles a little, and waves to the camera.

P. Vietjohn: Quinn! Russel! Good luck, guys!

The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple is playing as Desmond and Chris Champlain come out of the backstage entrance! The crowd boos loudly, and they walk to the ring and slide inside. Desmond just goes and leans in a corner, flexing his wrists and preparing to fight, while Chris Champlain goes to the opposite corner, climbs up on the second turnbuckle, and throws his head and arms back in a diabolical laugh, causing his black cloak to fall off of his body to the ring. The crowd boos again, and then he hops down to await the arrival of their opponents.

Now "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing, and the crowd cheers as "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor come out of the backstage entrance! They run to the ring and slide inside, and Desmond and Chris Champlain attack immediately when they enter the ring! Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, and that'll start us off with this match!

Desmond takes a swing at Quinn Harper, but Harper ducks under it and nails Desmond with a dropkick! Desmond staggers back into the ropes, and Quinn Harper rocks him against the ropes with another dropkick! Meanwhile, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor absorbs a few blows from Chris Champlain, then backs him into the ropes with a series of right hands, whips him into the other side, and knocks him down with a clothesline when he comes off! Desmond comes out of the ropes charging at Quinn Harper, but Quinn Harper takes him down with a drop-toe hold, and then Russel Taylor drops an elbow on his back!

The crowd explodes into cheers, and Chris Champlain rolls out of the ring as Quinn Harper steps out to the apron. Russel Taylor is starting us off against Desmond, then. Desmond starts to get up, and Russel Taylor hammers him with some forearms to the back as he stands, but Desmond's barely even acknowledging them! He gets to his feet, absorbs a right hand from Russel Taylor with only a slight flinch, and hammers him with a big right of his own that sends Russel Taylor sprawling to the canvas! Russel Taylor starts to get up, and Desmond charges forward and just RUNS HIM DOWN with a Vader attack!! He just ran over Russel Taylor like a damn locomotive!!

The crowd boos, and Desmond grabs Russel Taylor by the hair and starts to pull him up. Russel Taylor fires off a few shots into Desmond's midsection, but Desmond casually disregards them, knees Russel Taylor in the midsection, then grabs him by the throat with both hands and carelessly flings him across the ring! Russel Taylor tumbles to a heap, and the crowd boos loudly. Desmond grabs him and pulls him up again, but this time Russel Taylor grabs him around the waist and flings him to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex!! The crowd cheers, and Russel Taylor gets up... but Desmond just pops right back to his feet, charges him, and knocks him off his feet with a YAKUZA KICK!!

Russel Taylor is down, and Desmond crouches over him and begins strangling him with a vicious smile on his face! Russel Taylor struggles and thrashes around, and Jerry Rogers counts to four before Desmond releases!! He watches Russel Taylor pull himself up to one knee, clutching his throat, then comes forward and sends Russel Taylor sprawling to the mat with a hard right hand! Desmond smiles and shakes out his hand, then pulls Russel Taylor into a seated position from behind. Desmond reaches down onto Russel's face and hooks his fingers into his upper lip, then begins PULLING on his face!! He's trying to pull Russel Taylor's face right off of his skull! Jerry Rogers counts, and again Desmond takes a full four-count to release the hold!

Russel Taylor slumps back down to the canvas, and Desmond casually steps on his face with one foot, then grabs the top rope to steady himself and stand with all of his weight on Russel Taylor's face! Again, Jerry Rogers warns him and counts, and again, Desmond takes a four-count, but this time as he steps off he twists his boot sharply, scraping Russel Taylor's face!! The crowd boos, and Russel Taylor clutches his face in pain on the mat. Desmond is utterly dominating Russel "The Muscle" Taylor so far!

Desmond hauls Russel Taylor up, throws him into his corner, and begins choking him there now as well! Jerry Rogers counts again, and again Desmond releases at four! Jerry Rogers begins lecturing Desmond, but Desmond disregards it and tags in Chris Champlain, then steps out to the apron. Chris Champlain comes in and starts unloading kicks to the midsection on Russel Taylor until he slumps to the ground, then starts stomping away at him! Finally, Jerry Rogers tells him to stop that and back off, and he does.

Russel Taylor starts pulling himself up on the ropes, and Chris Champlain hooks him in a front chancery, then gives him a vertical suplex and floats over to apply a rear chinlock. The crowd boos, and Russel Taylor's already in relatively bad shape after the abuse he's endured! He struggles and squirms a little bit, then slowly fades. His legs twitch and he gropes at Chris Champlain's arm for several seconds, then finally goes limp on the mat. Jerry Rogers goes to check him, and raises his arm... and it falls. He raises his arm again... and it falls again. He raises it a third time... and this time it stays up! Russel Taylor's still in the match!

Russel Taylor begins shaking and moving with renewed strength, and slowly begins fighting his way out of the chinlock! He battles up to one knee, then gets back to his feet and launches an elbow to the midsection on Chris Champlain, breaking the hold! He turns and hammers Chris Champlain with a series of right hands, backing him into the ropes, then whips him to the other side! Chris Champlain comes off, and Russel Taylor catches him on his shoulders and brings him down in a Samoan Drop to a burst of cheers from the crowd!

Russel Taylor rolls over to his own corner and tags in Quinn Harper, who springs up on the top rope and then leaps off to nail Chris Champlain when he gets up with a SPRINGBOARD SPINNING LEG LARIAT!! Chris Champlain flops back down, and Quinn Harper pulls him up, whips him into a corner, and follows him in then brings him out with a monkey flip! Chris Champlain crashes to the mat and starts to get up, and Quinn Harper grabs him in a headlock, takes a running start, and brings him down with a bulldog! Chris Champlain's down, and Quinn Harper rolls him over and covers! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... And Chris Champlain kicks out at only two!

Chris Champlain gets up, and Quinn Harper kicks him in the midsection and whips him to a corner... no, Chris Champlain reverses, whipping Quinn Harper into his corner! Chris Champlain comes in and stuns him with a kick to the midsection, then tags in Desmond and holds Quinn Harper for him! Desmond comes in and just folds Quinn Harper up with a huge fist to the midsection, then sends him down with a massive clubbing forearm smash across the back! The crowd boos, and Desmond drops an elbow across the back of Quinn Harper, then rolls him over and carelessly covers him! Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two and a half by Quinn Harper!

Desmond seems totally unconcerned as he pulls Quinn Harper up by the throat, then shoves him into the corner and starts choking him. Jerry Rogers begins counting, and at three instead of breaking the hold normally, Desmond hauls Quinn Harper roughly out of the corner by the throat and carelessly flings him across the ring! Quinn Harper tumbles to a heap in the middle of the ring, then starts to pull himself up. Desmond charges him with a wild swing, but Quinn Harper ducks past him and nails him with a dropkick! Desmond staggers back a step, but other than that he seems unfazed, and he comes forward to nail Quinn Harper with a knee to the midsection as he gets back up!

Quinn Harper doubles over, and Desmond grabs him and lifts him high above his head in a Gorilla Press! He has Quinn Harper up, but Quinn Harper struggles, slips out behind him, and lands on his feet! Desmond whirls to face him, and Quinn Harper grabs his head and pulls him down in the QUINNTESSENCE!! He just nailed it!! The crowd goes wild... but only for a second or two, as Desmond just calmly stands right back up, showing no effects! Quinn Harper gets up, but he just stares in horror at seeing Desmond completely unfazed by the Quinntessence! He kicks him in the midsection, then grabs his head again, but Desmond shoves him forward this time, then rushes him and mauls him with a clothesline!! Quinn Harper is knocked for a loop by that massive clothesline, spinning head over heels in mid-air before he finally tumbles to a heap on the floor! Desmond is just a beast!!

Quinn Harper starts to get up, and Desmond grabs him by the hair and roughly bashes his head against one of the top turnbuckles. Quinn Harper slumps in the corner, and Desmond drives a knee into his midsection, then hauls him out and lifts him up by the throat with both hands! He has Quinn Harper in a choke lift, perhaps as a set-up for a Miracle Ecstasy double choke bomb, but if that's the case he hesitates too long, and Quinn Harper kicks him square in the midsection repeatedly! Desmond's grip loosens, and then he drops Quinn Harper altogether! Quinn Harper jumps up and nails him with a dropkick to the chest, and Desmond stumbles back a few steps, then charges with a clothesline... but Quinn Harper ducks, hooks his arm, and swings up onto his shoulders to bring him down with a CRUCIFIX! He has him down, and Jerry Rogers counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Kickout at two by Desmond!

Desmond gets up again, and Quinn Harper backs into the ropes, then comes off with a spinning leg lariat that catches him square in the chest, but Desmond doesn't go down! In fact, by the time Quinn Harper gets back on his feet, Desmond's waiting on him, and he rushes him with a forearm smash that catches him right between the eyes!! Quinn Harper goes down, and Desmond drags him back over to his corner, then tags in Chris Champlain. Desmond scoops Quinn Harper up and bodyslams him to the canvas, and Chris Champlain steps forward and drops a knee right on his face!

Quinn Harper sits up, howling in pain, and Chris Champlain hooks his fingers in Quinn Harper's nose and upper lip and drags him into the center of the ring by his face! Champlain pulls Quinn Harper up, scoops him up, and brings him down across a knee in a backbreaker. Chris Champlain stares down at him for a moment, savoring his pained grimace as he arches his spine and puts a hand to his back, then grabs his legs, pulls them into position, and turns Quinn Harper over into the TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!! Quinn Harper cries out in pain, and Chris Champlain just grins and leans back on the hold! This one could be over!

Quinn Harper's fighting his way towards his corner, but it's slow going, and it looks like he might not make it! Russel Taylor's eagerly reaching out to him, trying to make the tag, but Quinn Harper needs to get closer! He struggles further, then raises a hand as if about to tap out, and begins clenching it and unclenching it in a fist! Quinn Harper may be about to tap out... but now the crowd's getting behind him! They're cheering him on, and a "SKYHAWK!" chant begins among the fans! Slowly, Quinn Harper begins moving again, and he seems to pick up momentum as he comes nearer, until finally he reaches out and TAGS RUSSEL!!

Russel "The Muscle" Taylor runs into the ring, all fired up, and mows Chris Champlain down with a clothesline! Chris Champlain gets back up, and Russel Taylor charges him again, then mows him down with another clothesline! Desmond comes in now, and Russel Taylor hits him with a clothesline, but it just rocks him back! Russel Taylor hammers Desmond with three big right hands, backing him into the ropes, then whips him into the ropes and nails him with a clothesline when he comes off the other side! Desmond staggers back a step, off balance, and Russel Taylor scoops him up with some effort and drives him to the canvas with a big BODYSLAM!! The crowd erupts, and Russel Taylor just took down Desmond!

Chris Champlain's back up, but Quinn Harper comes in and dropkicks him in the back, sending him spilling out between the ropes to the floor! Chris Champlain's down on the outside, and Quinn Harper goes up to the top turnbuckle, then leaps out onto him with a 450 BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR!! Chris Champlain goes down under Quinn Harper, and the crowd erupts! Back in the ring, Russel Taylor whips Desmond into a corner of the ring, then comes in after him, but Desmond kicks him in the midsection to stop his charge! Russel Taylor doubles over, and Desmond grabs his head for the OUTCAST!! No, Russel Taylor shoves him forward! Desmond turns around, Russel Taylor kicks him in the midsection and pulls him into a standing headscissors, then lifts him and drives him down with the POWER BOMB!!

The crowd erupts, but Desmond's not the legal man; Chris Champlain is, and he's out on the floor with Quinn Harper! Russel Taylor goes out and grabs Chris Champlain, then pulls him up off of the floor... but Chris Champlain catches him with a LOW BLOW!! Russel Taylor doubles over, and Desmond rolls out of the ring, seeming remarkably unfazed by the Power Bomb, and comes over to begin stomping away on Russel Taylor as well! Quinn Harper jumps up on the apron, then springs up on the middle rope and leaps back at Desmond with an ASAI MOONSAULT!! But Desmond catches him, then takes a running start with him and pitches him head-first into one of the steel ringposts! Quinn Harper goes down in a motionless heap!

Chris Champlain pulls Russel Taylor up nearby and takes him head-first into the ring apron... but now Desmond grabs a chair and folds it up! He's walking back over to Chris Champlain and Russel Taylor, and he'll get disqualified if he uses that chair, but he doesn't seem to care! But wait a second! Someone's coming out of the crowd! Someone in a leather jacket and Slayer T-shirt, with dark sunglasses... BRUJAH!! Brujah comes out of the crowd, which is wildly cheering his arrival, and comes from behind Desmond, then snatches the chair away from him! Desmond turns around, and Brujah throws the chair aside, then says "IT'S ME YOU WANT!" and gestures to himself!

Desmond snarls and rushes Brujah, tackling him to the steel ramp, then crawls over him and starts beating the hell out of him! Desmond has snapped, attacking Brujah while ignoring Russel Taylor and Quinn Harper! Meanwhile, Chris Champlain has taken up the protective padding over the concrete floor, and he pulls Russel Taylor into position for a piledriver, but Russel Taylor blocks it backdrops him ON THE CONCRETE!! Chris Champlain just tasted the concrete, and now both he and Quinn Harper are barely moving on the outside!

Russel Taylor looks up and sees Desmond beating the hell out of Brujah, then goes over to him and tries to pull him off! He's yelling "STOP, IT'S NOT WORTH IT! CAN'T YOU BE FRIENDS AGAIN!?" and trying to separate them, but Desmond just roars at him and punches him in the mouth! Russel Taylor goes sprawling to the ramp, then yells "THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!" and comes from behind Desmond to grab him in a sleeperhold! That gets Desmond off of Brujah, as he stands up with Russel Taylor on his back, trying to throw him off! But meanwhile, Jerry Rogers is counting everyone out, and with Chris Champlain unable to return to the ring and Russel Taylor focused on trying to subdue Desmond before he hurts Brujah, this match is going out the window! Jerry Rogers finishes his count and calls for the bell!

This match is over, but the fight isn't, as Desmond backs into the steel guardrail with Russel Taylor on his back, smashing him against the rail! Russel Taylor doubles over, and Desmond reaches back, hooks his head, and brings him down with the OUTCAST!! The crowd boos, and Russel Taylor crumples to the floor! But Brujah's up now, and he comes from behind Desmond, grabs him, lifts him, and gives him a BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX ON THE STEEL RAMP!! The crowd explodes into cheers! But Desmond's STILL not staying down; he's groggy and a little bit hurt now, but somehow he's getting up even after that!

Brujah snarls and rushes at Desmond to nail him with a huge LARIAT to the chest!! But Desmond just staggers back and goes down to one knee, then pops up and roars at him! Brujah steps forward and pops Desmond with a flurry of stiff blows, but Desmond absorbs them, then grabs Brujah by the hair and sends him tumbling down the ramp with a huge right hand!! Brujah just gets right back up and rushes Desmond to attack again, and for the second time in a row the H.A.R.P. Squad is coming out to contain the combatants after a match! Russel Taylor's down, Chris Champlain's down, and Quinn Harper's still down, and it takes several H.A.R.P. Squad members on both guys in order to hold Brujah and Desmond back!

Finally, they manage to talk Brujah down, and with a total of ten men on him, Desmond is being dragged away. He wants to hurt Brujah very, very badly. What we've seen from Desmond in matches like those against the New Immortals and tonight against Russel Taylor and Quinn Harper is that he likes slowly, methodically toying with his opponents. But with Brujah, it seems to be a different story. Against Brujah, Desmond is driven by raw rage and inner fury.

Brujah watches with a solemn stare as the H.A.R.P. Squad drags Desmond away. He must be thinking, in the back of his mind, that he's responsible for creating the monster we see in Desmond now. Brujah turned on his former best friend and took him out for the Black Plague at Blood and Thunder, and now Desmond is back, but that experience changed him permanently. Does Brujah see this as his responsibility now, as one might infer from the way he saved Russel Taylor? And if he does, can he stop Desmond? We know that at Blood and Thunder, he was able to overcome the man that Desmond was... but now, can Brujah stop the beast that Desmond has become?

After Desmond is hauled away, Brujah leaves the ring area. Chris Champlain also slinks away, and Russel Taylor helps Quinn Harper to get up and head backstage as well. The ring area is thus cleared and ready for our next match, and "The Dance" by the Music begins playing over the arena sound system, bringing out Pauline Vietjohn to a chorus of cheers from the crowd! She comes to the ring and slides inside, then dances to her music for a little bit before going up to one of the top turnbuckles and posing. We know from the interview earlier that she has a lot on her mind, but she seems determined to carry on as usual tonight.

And now "Sad But True" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Melissa DelArmeggio comes walking out of the backstage entrance! For some reason, she has changed into one of Lance Errington's old "Golden Society" T-shirts, and that's probably not helping the negative reception she's getting from the crowd at all! She walks to the ring and climbs inside, then looks around at the booing crowd, sighs, and shakes her head. She approaches Pauline Vietjohn, says something, and offers her a handshake, but Pauline Vietjohn doesn't accept it, and Melissa DelArmeggio just backs up and shrugs. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll get us started with this match!

Melissa DelArmeggio moves in for a lockup, but the much smaller Pauline Vietjohn wisely backs away from that. Pauline Vietjohn backs into the ropes, then rushes forward at Melissa DelArmeggio with a sudden burst of speed. Melissa lashes out at her with a kick, but Pauline Vietjohn ducks and runs under her foot, then bounces off the other side! Melissa DelArmeggio turns around, and Pauline Vietjohn catches her with a leg lariat to the face that takes her down! The crowd cheers loudly, and Melissa DelArmeggio starts to get up, but Pauline Vietjohn grabs her by the hair, snap mares her down onto her bottom, and then dropkicks her in the back of the head to another burst of cheers from the crowd!

Melissa DelArmeggio rolls out of the ring and begins pacing on the outside, looking frustrated. She's taking a small break... but Pauline's not going to let her have a long break, as she runs forward and leaps between the second and third ropes to barrel into Melissa DelArmeggio with a TOPE SUICIDA!! The crowd cheers loudly, and Melissa DelArmeggio goes down! Pauline Vietjohn crawls on top of her and hammers her with repeated, weak-looking forearms to the face, then pulls Melissa DelArmeggio up by the hair and takes her head-first into the steel ringsteps! Melissa DelArmeggio slumps against the steps, and Pauline Vietjohn rolls her back into the ring!

Melissa DelArmeggio starts getting up in the ring, but Pauline Vietjohn gets up on the apron, leaps to the top rope, and springs off when Melissa turns around to take her down with a big SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODYPRESS!! Melissa DelArmeggio goes down under Pauline Vietjohn, and Pauline hooks a leg for the cover! Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... And only two, before Melissa DelArmeggio kicks out! Melissa DelArmeggio starts getting up, but Pauline Vietjohn backs her into the ropes with a series of forearms, then whips her to the other side, but Melissa DelArmeggio reverses it! Pauline Vietjohn is shot into the ropes on the other side, and Melissa DelArmeggio nails her with a big kick to the head when she comes off! Pauline Vietjohn goes down, and the crowd boos!!

Melissa DelArmeggio pulls Pauline Vietjohn up and backs her into a corner with a series of crisp punches that make Pauline Vietjohn's limp forearm smashes look all the more pitiful, then scoops her up, lifts her, and drops her face-first on the turnbuckles with a Snake Eyes! Pauline Vietjohn goes down to her hands and knees, and Melissa DelArmeggio pulls her up, lifts her with a rear gutwrench, and brings her down in the middle of the ring with a sidewalk slam! The crowd boos, and Melissa DelArmeggio gets up, then drops a leg on Pauline Vietjohn's face and goes for the cover. Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... Pauline Vietjohn throws a shoulder up at two and a half! Melissa DelArmeggio's showing some nice power offense here.

Melissa DelArmeggio pulls Pauline Vietjohn up again, then pulls her into a standing headscissors and lifts for a power bomb, but Pauline Vietjohn counters it with a Frankensteiner!! She fails to stay on Melissa DelArmeggio for the cover, however, and Melissa pops up and rushes her with a clothesline! But Pauline Vietjohn ducks, then takes Melissa DelArmeggio down with a dropkick to the knee when she turns around! Melissa DelArmeggio gets up, but Pauline Vietjohn's up as well, and she takes her down with another dropkick to the knee! The crowd cheers, and Pauline Vietjohn gets up, grabs Melissa DelArmeggio's leg as she stands up, and brings her down with a kneebreaker, then drops to the mat with her and slaps on a kneebar!

Melissa DelArmeggio yells out in pain and surprise, and begins fighting her way to the ropes. This certainly isn't the sort of strategy she expected from Pauline Vietjohn, but it could be a remarkably effective one! Melissa's size and mobility are her two main assets in a match like this, and Pauline Vietjohn can neutralize them both if she can keep Melissa DelArmeggio grounded and work on her leg! But Melissa DelArmeggio's tall and fairly strong, and she's struggling towards the ropes and making progress! Pauline Vietjohn holds onto the kneebar, but she can't prevent Melissa DelArmeggio from pulling herself to the ropes eventually and grabbing the bottom rope.

The crowd boos, and Pauline Vietjohn has to let go. Melissa DelArmeggio stands up, but she doubles over and clutches her knee as she does, and Pauline Vietjohn puts a leg over her head and brings her down with a ROCKER DROPPER!! The crowd cheers, but Melissa DelArmeggio's still starting to get up, so Pauline Vietjohn pulls her up from the side and brings her down again with a Russian legsweep! She's pulling out all the stops here! And now she hooks Melissa DelArmeggio's sore leg and begins trying to turn her over into a half Boston... but Melissa DelArmeggio kicks her away with the good leg!

Melissa DelArmeggio gets up and charges at Pauline Vietjohn, then lashes out at her with a spin kick, but her leg falters under her a little bit and she stumbles off-balance to the side! Pauline Vietjohn takes her down to the canvas with a snap mare, then steps out to the apron and begins going to the top turnbuckle! She stands on top for a second, then comes off at Melissa DelArmeggio with the LEAP OF FAITH!! But Melissa DelArmeggio rolls out of the way, and Pauline Vietjohn just wipes out on the canvas! The crowd boos, and they're both down for a few seconds. They both get up shortly, but Melissa DelArmeggio beats Pauline Vietjohn to the punch and grabs her by the throat! She lifts Pauline... and gives her a big CHOKESLAM!!

The crowd boos, and Melissa DelArmeggio staggers forward a few steps, then steps out to the apron. Pauline Vietjohn's down, and Melissa DelArmeggio's going up to the top turnbuckle for a big move of her own now! She reaches the top and leaps off with a big FROG SPLASH!! But Pauline Vietjohn rolls out of the way this time, and it's Melissa DelArmeggio who misses! Melissa is down, clutching her knee in pain, and Pauline Vietjohn gets up ahead of Melissa DelArmeggio this time, then quickly runs to a corner and climbs the turnbuckles! Melissa DelArmeggio looks up, and Pauline Vietjohn leaps off back at her with the TWISTING MOONSAULT DROPKICK!! But Pauline Vietjohn wasn't that on-target with the move anyway, and Melissa DelArmeggio steps to the side!

Pauline Vietjohn crashes to the mat, then begins getting up, but she's facing the wrong way! She's disoriented after missing the twisting moonsault dropkick! Melissa DelArmeggio stalks up behind her, then jumps and connects with the BACK BRAIN KICK!! Pauline Vietjohn slumps down to the canvas, and Melissa DelArmeggio goes down, clutching her leg again! That move took a little more out of her sore right knee, but it seems to have just knocked Pauline Vietjohn out cold! Melissa DelArmeggio crawls across Pauline Vietjohn and covers, and Bobcat McGavin counts... ONE!! ... TWO!! ... THREE!! Melissa DelArmeggio picks up the win!

Melissa DelArmeggio gets to her feet and raises a hand in victory, then looks around at the booing crowd and frowns. She limps over to Pauline Vietjohn and helps her to her feet, then offers her a handshake, but Pauline Vietjohn just gives her a disgusted look and rolls out of the ring without shaking her hand. The Unholy Alliance has certainly started the night off well here, as Melissa DelArmeggio picks up the victory over Pauline Vietjohn in this match! Pauline Vietjohn gave her a good fight, but she just didn't have the experience to combat Melissa DelArmeggio's power and martial arts skills.

We're going to take a brief intermission now, before returning with Part Two of this exciting event, This Friday in Florida! We've got a lot more to come, so don't go away! Make sure you're ready to join us when we come back for more great action!!

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