Monday Night Wrestling 08/20/01 (VCW 134)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling once again, wrestling fans! We're continuing to broadcast from the VCW Arena for a third week now to save on the cost of transporting our broadcasting equipment, and we've got a great show lined up! In our main event, Crimson has put out a challenge to one-half of the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Darren Michaels, putting the VCW World Title on the line in a one-on-one match! In addition to that, the VCW Intercontinental Champion, Ken Collins, will go one-on-one with Jacob Idol in a non-title match in the second round of the Survival of the Fittest Tournament! Johnny Smiles and Lars Coverdale will team up against the New Immortals, and Brujah puts the VCW Television Title on the line against Julian Page! We've got all that, and more, coming up in what should be a great show!

And now "Walk" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system, and the VCW World Champion, Crimson, steps out of the backstage entrance to a huge round of boos from the crowd. He looks very angry, and that's probably because Bass Rogers and Darren Michaels won the VCW World Tag Team Titles from his henchmen, Jack Norman and Butch Manson, last week. He walks to the ring and grabs a microphone, then climbs up on the apron and steps into the ring over the top rope. He seems to have something to say...

Crimson: Bass Rogers, at Survival of the Fittest, you're a dead man.

The crowd boos; he's getting right down to business tonight!

Crimson: Last week, you and Joe Quarterback screwed my boys out of the VCW World Tag Team Titles, and there's gonna be hell to pay for both of you.

Crimson pauses, pacing in the ring. He can't even stand still... he's that close to going over the edge.

Crimson: Tonight, I'm gonna start with your tag team partner. Fucking punk-ass kid calls himself "The Star Player" Darren Michaels. You want to be a star, motherfucker!? You can be the goddamn World Champion. All you have to do is whip my ass tonight. But that ain't gonna happen. I'm gonna chokeslam your football-playing ass so hard that you break your fucking back.

The crowd boos, and a small "DARREN" chant starts in the crowd.

Crimson: Yeah, go ahead and chant his name. What, you think that's gonna stop me? I ain't never seen a barfight yet where one guy whips the other guy's ass because people start chanting his name. When you people bought your tickets, you paid for the priviledge of sitting your fat ass in those seats, so sit down and shut up!

The crowd's boos get even louder.

Crimson: And then... I tell you what. At Survival of the Fittest, Bass Rogers don't stand a chance in hell either. I beat Troy Black, Tony Garcia, David Wright Hubbard, Lance Errington... I even beat the motherfucking GRAVE DIGGER... so what the hell is that fat bastard gonna do to me? Maybe he thinks I can't chokeslam his big fat ass. Well, let me tell you something. It doesn't matter how many cheeseburgers or buckets of chicken he eats... there ain't a man alive too big for me to chokeslam. Even that fat bitch in the front row over there. You best sit on the floor, woman... you're gonna break that chair if you keep sitting on it.

The crowd boos, and the camera cuts briefly to a heavyset woman in the front row who's yelling angrily at Crimson.

Crimson: Let's face it... there ain't a soul on the goddamn roster who has a snowball's chance in hell of taking this title off me. I already beat everyone here, so if I was the VCW executives, I'd be looking all over trying to find more people so I can get them in the ring and beat their asses too. I--

Hold it, "War Machine" by KISS just started playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as Bass Rogers makes his way out of the backstage entrance! He stops at the top of the ramp, and grabs a microphone.

B. Rogers: Listen up, BOY!! I--

Crimson: I ain't no "boy", motherfucker.

B. Rogers: All right, then... listen up, BITCH!! You talk to much. You talk about me being a big, fat bastard... well, you got a big fat mouth on that big, fat head of yours, you know that!?

Crimson: Why don't you come on down here, and I'll give you a big, fat lip?

B. Rogers: That ain't a half bad idea. I ain't got the patience to wait until Survival of the Fittest... let's do this right NOW!!

Bass Rogers runs to the ring and slides inside, and Crimson immediately begins clobbering him as he gets in! The crowd erupts as Bass Rogers starts firing back, and the two big men begin trading blows in the middle of the ring! Bass Rogers backs Crimson into a corner, then whips him into the opposite corner! Crimson hits hard and slumps against the turnbuckles, and Bass Rogers charges into him with a big avalanche! As Bass Rogers steps back, Crimson staggers out... into a belly to belly suplex!! He just brought Crimson crashing hard to the mat, and the crowd erupts!!

Crimson gets up, clearly disoriented... and Bass Rogers comes off the ropes and nails him with a big lariat!! But Crimson doesn't go down... he wobbles backwards into the ropes, but stays on his feet! He steps forward and yells "TRY AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER!!" so Bass Rogers runs into the ropes and comes off again... right into a big boot from Crimson!! That sent him down! Bass Rogers starts to get up, but Crimson clobbers him in the back several times, then pulls him into a standing headscissors. He lifts... can he do it? Yes he can!! POWER BOMB!! The crowd boos as Bass Rogers crashes to the canvas!! Crimson turns around, smiling, then raises a fist in the air and lets out a triumphant bellow... but behind him, Bass Rogers is getting to his feet somehow! Even that massive power bomb didn't stop him!!

Crimson hears the crowd's cheers and turns around, looking shocked... and Bass Rogers meets him with a punch to the face! He nails Crimson repeatedly, backing him into the ropes, then whips him to the other side... and nails him with a Vader attack when he comes off! Crimson goes down, and starts to get back up, so Bass Rogers grabs him... but Crimson gives him a knee to the groin! Bass Rogers doubles over... and Crimson catches Bass Rogers, and with great effort brings him crashing to the mat with a gutwrench suplex!! He goes down and rolls out of the ring, grimacing in pain, and Crimson grabs a microphone, turning to the crowd again...

Crimson: Look at that! LOOK at THAT!! The fat bastard got the shit beat out of him, and now he's leaving!!

But if Crimson was facing Bass Rogers, he'd know that he's not leaving... he just grabbed a chair on the outside of the ring! He slides into the ring with it, and Crimson turns around... just in time to get a hard chairshot to the head! Crimson goes down to one knee, so Bass Rogers raises the chair, and nails him in the head with it again!! Crimson goes down this time, and he starts to get up again, so Bass Rogers just nails him square in the head with the chair a third time, sending him back down again!! Bass Rogers is beating the hell out of Crimson with a steel chair, and the crowd loves it... and now Crimson's the one rolling to the outside of the ring and retreating! Bass Rogers grabs a microphone...

B. Rogers: Who's running away now, big man!! Get your ass back here! I ain't done yet!!

Crimson turns back to Bass Rogers with a nasty glare... and he charges the ring again! He hops up on the apron... and Bass Rogers runs forward and knocks him off with a big chairshot, sending him sprawling to the floor! Crimson's a little bit slower to get up, this time... and now the H.A.R.P. Squad's out, surrounding him and pulling him back! Crimson appears to have been knocked out of his senses, but he still wants to get in the ring and fight Bass Rogers, and half a dozen H.A.R.P. Squad members can barely restrain him! They're dragging him towards the back, kicking and struggling, as Bass Rogers paces in the ring with the chair... what will happen tonight in our main event!? Crimson will put the VCW World Title on the line against Bass Rogers's tag team partner, Darren Michaels, and there won't be any H.A.R.P. Squad seperating the carnage then! But right now, let's go backstage, with Troy Black and Brujah!

Backstage...

Troy Black, Rebecca Black, and Brujah are sitting in a backstage dressing room. Troy Black is checking something on a clipboard, and finally he looks up.

T. Black: It looks like I'm not booked tonight.

R. Black: Makes sense, since you don't have to fight the winner of the Grave Digger-Lance Errington match in the second round of the tournament. You could use the time off. Care for a shoulder rub?

T. Black: No thanks.

R. Black: Back massage?

Troy Black gives Rebecca Black a leery, unwelcoming stare.

T. Black: I don't want that either.

R. Black: Blowjob?

Troy Black's stare changes to one of complete disgust.

T. Black: I'm not even going to give you an answer to that.

Brujah looks over Troy Black's shoulder at the clipboard.

Brujah: Am I on that booking sheet?

T. Black: You have a title defense against Julian Page.

Brujah: No sweat. He's a complete wuss.

T. Black: Maybe... but he's dangerous, and he has friends. I'll be watching your back anyway.

Brujah: Good. Because I've heard Gabriel's here tonight.

Troy Black sighs.

T. Black: What will it TAKE to get him off of our backs?

Brujah: A career-ending beating.

T. Black: Besides that.

R. Black: I don't know that there IS any other way, Troy. He's hated you... and Bruce, for that matter... since the day you were born.

Brujah: Yeah. We're not gonna turn over a new leaf now and have everything be nice and happy. After what you did to him at Wrestlewar, there's no way out but to finish what you started. And as far as I'm concerned, there wouldn't be a damn thing wrong with taking him out for good this time. You'd be doing lots of people a favor.

T. Black: I don't care. There HAS to be a way for this to stop without one of us ending up in traction.

Brujah: Yeah, well... go ahead and tell yourself that, but I'm sure as hell not pulling any punches at Survival of the Fittest. He gets in the ring with me... he's taking his chances.

T. Black: I wish you wouldn't hurt him.

Brujah: It's me or him, Troy, at Survival of the Fittest. And when you're in there with him... it'll be you or him. And even if you don't give a damn about your own survival, even if it's just for the sake of a heartless mercenary and a filthy slut who wants to fuck her brother... you've gotta choose you over him.

T. Black: We'll see.

Brujah seems like he wants to say something, but then just shrugs and slumps back in his seat as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and we're about to go through with our first match of the evening! "Nowhere Man" by the Beatles is playing, and that brings out a newcomer to VCW, "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot. He's wearing a skeleton costume, complete with a white mask decorated as a human skull, but he also wears red boots and red spandex trunks over his skeleton costume, and a red scarf around his neck. The crowd doesn't know what to think of him, and some of them cheer him as others boo, and a few smart alecks shout "LA PARKA!!" He enters the ring and crouches in one of the corners, preparing for his first match in VCW.

Now "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd boos as "Doctor" Dave Adams comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia. They walk to the ring, staring into the ring with confusion at Tom Guycot, and as they climb inside Dave Adams grabs a microphone. He looks at Tom Guycot, then looks to the crowd with his usual lecherous grin.

D. Adams: I have no idea who this screwball is, but he looks like he has a fixation with skeletons and bones. But that's all right, because in a few minutes I'm gonna rattle his bones, and then after the match, I'm gonna let some lucky ladies jump my bones. What this doofus doesn't understand is that Halloween's still a couple months away... but that's all right, because if any of you ladies out there want to show me a trick, I'll give you a treat you won't soon forget. You see, I am the Doctor of Love, and in just one night I can rock you all the way to nirvana. So whether it's a house call, in my office, or in the back of my Magic Ambulance of Love, if any of you ladies are having problems with your sex life, just make an appointment with the Doctor, and I'll be happy to cure what ails you.

Dave Adams sets the microphone aside and turns to Tom Guycot, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin our opening match!

"The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot

vs.

"Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia

As the match opens, Tom Guycot gives Dave Adams a series of Tomahawk chops to the forehead, backing him into the ropes, then whips him to the other side... but Dave Adams reverses! Dave Adams goes for a backdrop as Tom Guycot comes off the other side, but puts his head down too early, and Tom Guycot kicks him in the face! Dave Adams staggers back, and Tom Guycot catches him with a kick to the midsection, then hoists him up on his shoulders... and goes into an airplane spin! The crowd groans as Tom Guycot spins around with Dave Adams on his shoulders, but after several seconds he releases him. Dave Adams staggers around, dizzied by the airplane spin, and Tom Guycot comes off the ropes, then nails him with a rolling spin kick! He goes for the pin... but Dave Adams kicks out at two!!

Tom Guycot goes after Dave Adams with some more varied offense, but when he goes for an Asai moonsault, Dave Adams catches him and gives him a crushing powerslam. Dave Adams now has the advantage, and he slows the match down, clobbering Tom Guycot with some methodical offense. After a minute or two, Tom Guycot fights his way out of a sleeperhold and appears ready to make a big comeback, but Dave Adams shuts him down with a quick eye gouge before he can do any real damage. Dave Adams hits a few more nice moves that put Tom Guycot in trouble, then goes for the DDT, but Tom Guycot grabs the ropes to block it, then counters with a belly-to-belly overhead suplex!! Both men are down for a while after that!

They both get up, and Dave Adams throws a punch, but Tom Guycot blocks it, then starts giving Dave Adams a series of Tomahawk chops! He takes Dave Adams down with a nice double underhook suplex, then grabs him and pitches him out of the ring when he starts to get up. Dave Adams gets up on the outside... so Tom Guycot leaps out onto him with a flying cross bodypress! On the floor, Tom Guycot continues his assault on Dave Adams, beating him up with repeated Tomahawk chops, taking him down on the floor a few times, and even dropping him chest-first on the guardrail in a painful-looking spot. With Dave Adams reeling, Tom Guycot rolls him back into the ring, then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Dave Adams gets up... and Tom Guycot comes off with a flying karate chop that catches Dave Adams right between the eyes! Dave Adams topples to the mat, and Tom Guycot goes for the pin... but somehow, Dave Adams throws a shoulder up at two and three-quarters!!

Tom Guycot pulls Dave Adams up again and hits him with a few more Tomahawk chops, then tosses him into a corner. With Dave Adams slumped in a corner, Tom Guycot climbs up on the second turnbuckle, facing the crowd like he's going to do a ten-punch count-along, but instead hooks Dave Adams's head for a DDT!! This second-rope DDT is his signature move, called the Skullicide, and if he hits this, it's over... but wait!! Nurse Vivacia just jumped up on the apron next to him and ripped open her blouse, revealing that her breasts are bare except for patches of white electrical tape covering each nipple! Tom Guycot stops and stares at her... and Dave Adams slips out of the DDT attempt, then takes a grip on Tom Guycot... and brings him down out of the corner with the DOCTOR'S ORDERS!! For all that it took Nurse Vivacia's distraction to buy him the time for that counter, that was a great move by Dave Adams!! Tom Guycot's down, and Dave Adams goes for the cover... and puts his feet on the ropes!! Bobcat McGavin doesn't see that as he counts to three, and this match is over!!

Dave Adams pinned Tom Guycot with the Doctor's Orders in 0:06:41.
Rating: *

Dave Adams slips out of the ring, raising his hands in victory, as Nurse Vivacia pulls her blouse closed around her almost-bare chest, and the two begin slipping away backstage, celebrating this ill-gotten win. Back in the ring, Tom Guycot is getting up, shaking his masked head and favoring his back. He wasn't too successful here in his VCW debut, but perhaps the match would have gone the other way if not for the cheating tactics of Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia. As he begins to make his way backstage, we're going to go to James Applebee's office, where he's talking to another VCW newcomer, one who we met last week, "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon!

Backstage...

VCW Commissioner James Applebee is backstage with a clipboard, sitting in an office chair behind a hastily-erected desk, talking to "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon. Her ring attire appears to have changed slightly since last week; now she's wearing a white spandex tube top with white tights showing silver shooting stars on the sides of the legs, and silver boots.

J. Applebee: I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm not sure you're ready to be a full-time member of the VCW active roster yet. I just don't think you have the experience and in-ring skills to cut it here.

Heather Dannon's eyes and mouth open wide in worry and shock, and she stares at James Applebee for a second, sputtering and trying to find words, before she can manage to speak.

H. Dannon: Listen... er, Mr. Commissioner... you have me pegged wrong. I KNOW I'm not the best wrestler on the roster. I'm not trying to say that I am. Not by a long shot. But I'm also not the WORST, either. Am I really, EXTREMELY good? Probably not. But I'm good ENOUGH. On a scale of one to ten, I'd have to say I rate about a five or six. Like the name says... I'm halfway decent, when it comes right down to it.

J. Applebee: I'm not sure I agree. What about your match with Virginia? You hit a couple of nice moves because she got cocky, but then she mauled you in seconds flat once she started putting forth some effort. I don't know if you ARE good enough to wrestle here.

H. Dannon: Listen to what you just said. You said I hit Virginia with some nice moves before she beat me. Now, I know there's some people on the roster who would have done better... heck, maybe even a few people who could've beaten her... but there's also probably some people around here who wouldn't have been able to hit her with as many good moves as I did.

J. Applebee: Oh? Like who?

Heather Dannon backpedals a step, and her brow furrows in puzzlement.

H. Dannon: Oh, I don't know... I'm new here. I don't know many people. But there's... there's... y'know, the guy who wears the mask, and the chick with the pretty white teeth, and...

J. Applebee: Who are you talking about!?

H. Dannon: Forget it. I'm just saying, is all.

J. Applebee: Er... right. You know, I used to be the trainer at the VCW Power Plant before I became Commissioner, and honestly, I don't really think the guys who replaced me know what they're doing all the time. I mean, it seems like they promote people too fast sometimes, and--

H. Dannon: Look, anyone who comes out of the Power Plant is a little green, okay? You just have to give me a chance. After all, when you were the head coach, who did you train that ended up looking like a star right out of the blocks?

J. Applebee: Well, just off the top of my head, there's Moy Lazzario, Julian Page--

H. Dannon: Okay, okay! Never mind that. Look... I'll cut you a deal. Maybe THIS will let you see why I should keep my job.

Heather Dannon smiles and reaches into her top, then pulls out a twenty-dollar bill and sets it on James Applebee's desk. He stares at it incredulously, then stands up, looking angry.

J. Applebee: You're trying to bribe me to keep your job with TWENTY DOLLARS?

H. Dannon: Okay, okay... you're right. That's an insultingly low amount, I know. Hang on...

Heather Dannon reaches into her top again, and pulls out three crinkled, battered one-dollar bills, which she sets beside the twenty.

H. Dannon: Maybe THIS will sweeten the deal a little bit, eh?

James Applebee strides forward, getting in Heather Dannon's face angrily.

J. Applebee: Young lady, you're just embarrassing yourself with this pathetic display--

H. Dannon: Hold it! Wait! I can get more money! I...

Heather Dannon trails off as she notices a charity jar set up on James Applebee's desk, with a small pile of change in it and a slogan on the front that reads "Your Donation Helps To Fight Leukemia!". She grabs the jar, rips the lid off, and adds its contents to the pile of money on the desk.

H. Dannon: How's that? There has to be at least twenty-five bucks there...

J. Applebee: Heather... I don't want to see you in my office, on my wrestling show, or in my promotion at all until both your in-ring skills and your personal behavior have improved a great deal.

Heather Dannon's face reddens and crinkles up, and she sinks to her knees in front of James Applebee, sobbing and moaning pitifully as tears stream down her cheeks.

H. Dannon: But... but... it's my DREAM to be a professional wrestler!! And I practiced really, really hard so I wouldn't be that bad! I know I'll never be the best, and... and... I don't have to be the best, but I love to wrestle, and I just wanna do what I love!!

James Applebee sighs and rolls his eyes, but his face softens somewhat, and he gives a sympathetic shake of his head, then puts a hand on her shoulder. Heather Dannon continues to sniffle and sob pathetically.

J. Applebee: I'm sorry. Really. I know how much this must mean to you. But we're not a charity organization, and we just can't hire any average Dick or Jane with dreams of being a pro wrestler.

Heather Dannon sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hands, then looks up at James Applebee again.

H. Dannon: Pleeeeeease... just give me ONE more chance. I'll show you that I AM halfway decent, that I DO deserve my job! I won't let you down this time...

Heather Dannon sobs again and sniffles repeatedly, then grabs the front of James Applebee's shirt, tugs it out so it becomes untucked from his pants, and blows her nose on it noisily. James Applebee pulls away, looking disgusted.

J. Applebee: All right, fine! I'll book you against the Pink Kitten, Yuri Sonoda, in a couple minutes. We have an opening on the show then. But you better impress me, or next time I really WILL let you go.

Heather Dannon bolts up to her feet.

H. Dannon: Thank you... THANK YOU, you WONDERFUL human being!! You're the greatest boss in the WORLD!! I'll go out there and wrestle a five-star match for you, and you WON'T be sorry! If I ever have kids, I'll name my first-born son after you! You're the greatest guy in the history of the entire...

J. Applebee: Sure. Thank you, yes. Now you'd better get ready to go to the ring. You're on next!

H. Dannon: Right. I won't let you down, sir!!

Heather Dannon bolts out of the room, and James Applebee stares after her in disbelief, shaking his head, then grabs a cellular phone and dials something on it, and puts it to his head.

J. Applebee: Yeah, Thompson? This is Applebee. Tell Yuri she's got an impromptu match with Heather Dannon, in a couple minutes.

James Applebee pauses, and looks down in disgust at the wet spot on his shirt where Heather Dannon cried and blew her nose.

J. Applebee: And after you tell her that, tell one of the boys to run down to a K-Mart or something and get me a new shirt! ... No, I don't want to explain right now, just do it! ... Okay, then. Bye.

James Applebee hangs up the phone and shakes his head and sighs, then goes to put the money Heather Dannon left on the desk into the charity jar. With that, the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Through shameless whining and pleading, it looks like Heather Dannon has managed to keep her job in VCW for at least another week. But how will she fare against the Pink Kitten tonight? The Pink Kitten, AKA Yuri Sonoda, is more or less a rookie herself, with only about a year and a half of experience in live pro wrestling. Heather Dannon outweighs her by about ten or fifteen pounds, and has a few inches of height on her as well... but will that make a difference? Is Heather Dannon really VCW material? We're about to find out...

"Halfway Decent" by Audio Karate begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd gives a somewhat mixed reaction to "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon as she comes out of the backstage entrance. She's still a little red-faced after grovelling earlier, but she's smiling widely and enthusiastically as she runs to the ring, then slides inside and calls for a microphone. Hmm... did James Applebee approve of giving her interview time before the match?

H. Dannon: Thank you, everybody... it's GREAT to be here! No, really, you don't even understand... I am THRILLED to DEATH to be out here in this ring! Now, to show everybody that I can cut a halfway decent wrestling promo in addition to working a halfway decent match, I've got something to say to the Pink Kitten. Kitten... when you come out here for the usual game of cat and mouse, the tables will be turned. The measuring stick is on the other foot now, and you're about to find out that I strike like a snake with the heart of a lioness!!

Heather Dannon tosses the microphone aside and goes up to one of the top turnbuckles to pose, as the crowd is torn between giving a confused pop, laughing, groaning, and booing. Hopefully her wrestling is better than that promo, because her comments fell about half a mile short of making any sense whatsoever...

But now "About A Girl" by Nirvana is playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as the Pink Kitten comes out of the backstage entrance, jogging to the ring and slapping hands with the crowd. She hops up on the apron, then springs up to the top rope, springs off, and turns a full somersault in midair to land on her feet in the ring. The crowd cheers at that acrobatic display, but Heather Dannon just waves dismissively at that, then grabs a bottle of bottled water, takes a drink of it, and stands on the apron facing the crowd. She throws her head and arms back, attempting to spew the water into the air as a fine mist, but instead it comes out of her mouth in a pathetic little spurt and lands on her face, dribbling down her chin and neck sloppily and just making her look rather stupid. Heather Dannon glares at the bottle of water as though it's defective and chucks it towards the entrance ramp, then climbs back into the ring. She tries to shake some of the water off of herself, then prepares to lock up with the Pink Kitten, as Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!

Pink Kitten

vs.

"Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon

Heather Dannon charges in, with a cry of "YEAH!! BIG DROPKICK!!" and executes a dropkick, but of course the Pink Kitten knew it was coming thanks to the battle cry, and she steps to the side. She takes Heather Dannon down with a few quick dropkicks and takedowns of her own, then snaps her to the mat with a double underhook suplex. Heather Dannon rolls out of the ring, clutching her back and moaning in pain, and the Pink Kitten just goes up to the top turnbuckle, then leaps out onto Heather with a flying cross bodypress as she gets up on the outside! They both go down, and the Pink Kitten gets up and rolls Heather Dannon back into the ring, then climbs up on the apron, hops to the top rope, and leaps in after her with a springboard cross bodypress... but Heather Dannon jumps up and catches her square in the chest with a dropkick! The Pink Kitten falls to the mat, clutching her chest, and Heather Dannon smiles proudly and points to herself, then scoops the Kitten up and gives her a bodyslam!

The Pink Kitten is down, and Heather Dannon begins climbing to the top turnbuckle... it looks like she's going for a moonsault!! But she slips at the top and falls backwards, landing on her head, neck, and shoulders on the canvas! She just fell off of the top turnbuckle, and the crowd laughs and starts chanting "YOU FUCKED UP!!" at her... and now the Pink Kitten's getting up! She pulls Heather Dannon up off of the mat and lifts her into position... TOMBSTONE!! She just planted her, and she crawls across Heather Dannon for the cover and hooks her legs... and gets the three count! That's the match!!

The Pink Kitten pinned Heather Dannon after a Tombstone in 0:02:08.
Rating: 3/4*

The Pink Kitten has just won this match, and the crowd cheers as she poses briefly in the ring! Now she helps Heather Dannon up, patting her on the back and putting an arm around her shoulder in a concilatory gesture... but Heather Dannon just shoves her away, then buries her face in her hands and runs backstage in tears. She must know that her less-than-stellar performance tonight isn't going to impress VCW Commissioner James Applebee, which she needs to do in order to keep her job. The Pink Kitten stares after her, looking concerned, then rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage as well. And now, we're going to go backstage to Commissioner Applebee's office again!

Backstage...

James Applebee is sitting in his office again, now wearing a white tank top as his old shirt sits in a pile in the corner. The door opens, and he smiles with relief.

J. Applebee: Thompson, is that you already? Do you have the shirt?

Paul Canyon and Tim Bell step in through the door, accompanied by Jennie.

Jennie: Sorry, it's just us.

J. Applebee: Oh, right. Um... well, what can I do for you?

P. Canyon: It's about the VCW World Tag Team Titles. We understand they just changed hands recently... but we were hoping to be named number-one contenders. Perhaps you'll remember, Tim Bell pinned Jack Norman on July thirtieth in an eight-man tag team match, when Jack Norman and Butch Manson held the titles.

J. Applebee: Right. Naturally, a pinfall victory over one of the former champions does put you in a position to be top contenders...

The door swings open again, and Blade and John Uldwall, the Wrecking Crew, enter the office. Blade immediately steps forward to James Applebee's desk.

Blade: Applebee, we want a title shot! Those guys with the belts, calling themselves the Tough Customers... I think they're good, but I think we're better. We were the ones watching Bass Rogers's back when he beat the Bikers two weeks ago, and I think we deserve a shot at him now!

J. Applebee: Hold it... these guys beat you to it, here. So, all of you want a shot at the new VCW World Tag Team Champions?

A murmur of assent comes up from all of the men in the office.

J. Applebee: Then I'll tell you what. Go on out to the ring after the next segment, and your two teams will wrestle each other. The winners get the first title shot at the Tough Customers. How's that?

J. Uldwall: Fine by me. See you boys in the ring?

T. Bell: You're on, big man. Let's do it.

The four men start to leave the room, and James Applebee stands up to speak again as they leave.

J. Applebee: And if you see my assistant, Thompson, anywhere around, tell him to bring me a new shirt!

The camera fades out as James Applebee returns to his seat.

We're back, and we've got another match coming up! "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as David Wright Hubbard walks out of the backstage entrance and begins heading to the ring. As usual, he has a large kneebrace on his right knee, and still walks with a slight limp. He enters the ring and calls for a microphone... what's this about? He's probably still mad at Lars Coverdale. Last time we saw him, he beat Lars Coverdale within an inch of his life after losing a match to Johnny Smiles in the Survival of the Fittest Tournament.

D.W. Hubbard: All right, I got something to say! Shut up and listen.

The crowd continues to boo.

D.W. Hubbard: Tell you what. I'm gonna tell you a little something. Two weeks ago, I had Johnny Smiles in the ring. You remember that? Yeah. I was beating his sorry ass like a little girl. And then that dumb son of a bitch Lars had to come on down to the ring and move in on my wife AGAIN. It ain't bad enough that he snuck back into my locker room while I was whipping Ken Collins's ass a few weeks back, and took advantage of the fact that she was too much of a dumb slut not to have sex with him... he's coming after her again. Well, listen up, son... my wife only likes men who have a little staying power. She knows she always gets seven to ten minutes of satisfaction outta me... and that's six and a half to nine and a half more minutes than you gave her, boy. You fight like a sissy, AND you fuck like a sissy. What the hell's wrong with you, son!? You're pathetic!

The crowd boos loudly, and David Wright Hubbard just smirks.

D.W. Hubbard: It just figures that you're too dumb to know when to quit, though. Just like you can't satisfy my wife, and you keep trying to move in on her anyway... you damn sure can't whip my ass, but you keep pissing me off anyway. So I'm telling you what, you girly-haired, punk-ass, wife-screwing, White Lion-listening, scrawny-armed son of a bitch... you're gonna get another beating. Maybe at Survival of the Fittest... maybe earlier, maybe later... hell, maybe later on tonight after I finish whipping Tommy Hustle's ass. You ain't NEVER... not ONCE... proved your ability to beat my ass when you ain't got two or three other people backing you up. That's 'cause you can't. You ain't man enough to take me, Lars, just like you ain't man enough for my wife. So I'm gonna whip your ass one more time... but first, I got me a match. Get Tommy Hustle out here... I'm gonna do him just like I do all these scrawny motherfuckers that piss me off!!

All right... "Stuntman" by 24-7 Spyz begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Tommy Hustle comes out of the backstage entrance, running to the ring! He slides inside... and David Wright Hubbard immediately attacks him! VCW referee Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

David Wright Hubbard

vs.

Tommy Hustle

David Wright Hubbard comes on aggressively with a flurry of brutal offense, beating the hell out of Tommy Hustle from the opening bell. Tommy Hustle's attempts at retaliation seem futile at first, as David Wright Hubbard manages to keep coming back from the attacks and dishing his own fair share of punishment out. After a few minutes, Tommy Hustle seems to be in serious trouble, but he manages to duck a lariat, then dropkick David Wright Hubbard in the knee when he turns around! David Wright Hubbard goes down, and Tommy Hustle hits a few nice moves on him, then dumps him to the outside.

As David Wright Hubbard gets up on the outside, Tommy Hustle goes to the top turnbuckle, then leaps out with a flying cross bodypress to the floor... but David Wright Hubbard catches him!! David Wright Hubbard muscles him up into a Gorilla Press, then drops him throat-first on the guardrail! David Wright Hubbard decimates Tommy Hustle on the outside with some of his powerful brawling offense, then rolls him back into the ring. Once again, he charges Tommy Hustle with a lariat as he gets up... but Tommy Hustle ducks, this time wrapping around behind him for a waistlock! He lifts for the Backdrop Driver... but he has some trouble getting David Wright Hubbard up, and Hubbard swings an elbow back, catching him in the jaw! Tommy Hustle recoils, clutching his jaw, and David Wright Hubbard turns around, doubles him over with a swift kick to the midsection, then pulls him into a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! Tommy Hustle crashes hard on the mat, and David Wright Hubbard puts a foot over his chest! Jerry Rogers counts... and gets three! This match is over!

David Wright Hubbard pinned Tommy Hustle after a power bomb in 0:04:00.
Rating: **

David Wright Hubbard glares down at Tommy Hustle, then rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage. He made short work of Tommy Hustle here... but will he be able to do the same to Lars Coverdale when they next meet? It appears, sometimes, as though David Wright Hubbard has Lars Coverdale's number... but is that true? And if it is, what will it take to convince the thick-headed Lars that that is indeed the case?

Up next, Tim Bell and Paul Canyon of the Technicians will face the Wrecking Crew in our next match, to determine who will be the number-one contenders to the VCW World Tag Team Titles currently held by the Tough Customers, Bass Rogers and Darren Michaels! But first, we're going to take a look at some footage from the Whitespire Mountains in the Northern Wastes! Let's go to that now!

At the Whitespire Mountains, in the heart of the Northern Wastes...

General Caurillia of the Arkanov Imperial Army is leading a platoon of knights in black plate armor and evil-looking ninjas through a narrow mountain pass. The ground is covered with snow and ice, and the footing is treacherous, with loose rocks and dirt all around. At either side of them are towering mountains covered in snow and ice. General Caurillia looks miserable, red-faced and haggard, with her one good eye not covered by an eyepatch glazed over, with frost in the lashes. But her face is frozen in a determined snarl as she methodically walks along the mountain pass. As she leads her troops, one of the knights steps on a loose stone and falls, dashing down a steep, rocky slope for nearly a hundred feet before coming to stop, a twisted husk at the bottom. General Caurillia stares down at him with a bitter glare.

Caurillia: What a waste... there is no wretched Eternal Stone. Our finest soldiers are perishing by the hundreds. The legendary army of Arkanov, which could not be defeated by the combined might of all other nations of the world, is being brought to its knees in a matter of weeks by this hellish cold.

She stops with a sigh, then looks up at the sky, a glimmer in her eye as a bitter, hopeless smile crosses her face.

Caurillia: I will not question my orders, however. The will of my Queen will be done. I will persist in this fruitless venture until I have given my life in service to my Queen and country.

She continues walking through the mountain pass. The scene changes to a different place in a later time, showing the army, now noticably smaller in size, as it comes to a snowy clearing surrounded by mountains, with a few thin, scraggly trees in the area. General Caurillia comes to a stop, and signals for her army to stop as well.

Caurillia: We will stop here and make a camp. Chop down those trees and prepare to build a fire!

Several of the remaining knights produce large battle axes and go to start chopping down the nearby trees, and Caurillia sits down on a snow-covered rock with a sigh.

Caurillia: At least I'm alive, and the provisions are plentiful, as the soldiers die faster than they can eat them...

Suddenly, a shadow looms overhead, with a sound of leathery wings beating. A large white dragon descends near Caurillia, with a robed man riding on its back. The man dismounts and stands before Caurillia, saluting her.

Man: High Archmage Dantrell of the Imperial War Wizards, reporting to General Caurillia.

Caurillia: Be at ease. I don't have the strength or patience for these military etiquette procedures.

Dantrell: ... I was shocked when I found your army, to see how small it has become. How many men have you lost so far?

Caurillia: Enough to defeat those who remain, were the two sides to meet in an even battle. Please, Dantrell... tell me some good news.

Dantrell: Er, well... the Imperial War Wizards have taken no casualties, ma'am. We are better prepared for the rigors of the cold than the common footsoldiers.

Caurillia: That is... fortunate. But it would be a truly joyous occasion if you told me you have found the Eternal Stone. I want to go home, and I would be happy if a significant portion of the army can live long enough to make the return with me.

Dantrell: Not exactly. We have been sweeping the southern half of the mountain range for some time now, and we can say in all certainty that it is not there. Your men have travelled through the western half of the far northern parts, and you have not found it. Therefore, it is a very strong likelihood that if the Eternal Stone does, in fact, exist, that it will be in the unexplored northeastern reaches of the Whitespire Mountains. A cursory sweep by our dragon-riders has revealed that there are a series of unexplored valleys in the northeast. The Eternal Stone must be located in one of those.

Caurillia: So we'll know in perhaps another week or two if this venture has been a fruitless one. What if we search the northeast, and we find no Eternal Stone?

Dantrell: That would leave us with the option of continuing the search, and quite probably dying in the cold... or returning home to report our failure to Queen Morgana.

Caurillia: And that is no option. We will continue the search. Go, then! Sweep the northeastern valleys! Report back to me on a daily basis, and tell me if you find anything that might even resemble an Eternal Stone!

Dantrell: Your will is my command, General Caurillia. For the Queen!

Dantrell salutes Caurillia, and climbs up on the back of his dragon again.

Caurillia: No... for our lives. They are forfeit if we do not find the Eternal Stone, and soon.

The scene fades out as Caurillia turns back to her army with a sigh.

We're back, and "Domination" by Pantera is playing... here come the Wrecking Crew! As decided by James Applebee, they'll be taking on Paul Canyon and Tim Bell of the Technicians, and the winning team will be the number-one contenders to the VCW World Tag Team Titles. The crowd cheers as the Wrecking Crew, Blade and John Uldwall, make their way to the ring, then climb inside and pose at opposite corners. They're former VCW World Tag Team Champions, and they could have a good shot at taking the titles home again, if they win this match and become the number-one contenders.

And now "Through The Never" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as well for the team of Paul Canyon and Tim Bell, who're accompanied to the ring by Jennie. They walk to the ring and slide inside, then pause to discuss some last minute strategy before Paul Canyon steps out to the apron. Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

Wrecking Crew

vs.

Technicians (Paul Canyon & Tim Bell)
w/Jennie

Tim Bell starts off against John Uldwall, and his veteran expertise enables him to take John Uldwall to the mat, avoiding his powerful, explosive offense. John Uldwall fights his way up to his feet and charges recklessly, but Tim Bell ducks the clothesline, wraps around, and brings him crashing to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex to a pop from the crowd! Tim Bell hits John Uldwall with a few more nice takedown moves, then tags in Paul Canyon... but when Paul Canyon goes for a springboard cross bodypress, John Uldwall amazingly catches him out of the air, then brings him down with a backbreaker! He tags in Blade, and the Wrecking Crew hit Paul Canyon with a series of amazing power moves and high-flying attacks, but after a few minutes Paul Canyon leapfrogs over a shoulder tackle from John Uldwall, then turns and catches him with a savate kick and tags in Tim Bell.

Now the Technicians take control of the match, working John Uldwall over. Tim Bell gives him several of his favorite suplexes, and Paul Canyon hits him with a series of high-flying moves. John Uldwall looks to be in trouble after a few minutes, barely kicking out after a piledriver from Paul Canyon. Sensing victory, Paul Canyon tags in Tim Bell, and together they put John Uldwall on the top turnbuckle. Tim Bell goes up after him, then leaps up for the Top-Rope Frankensteiner... but John Uldwall counters it with a top-rope power bomb!! Tim Bell just got wiped out... but John Uldwall is weakened as well, and both men need to make tags! They crawl to their corners, and in come Paul Canyon and Blade!

They both rush in, and Blade takes the advantage in an opening slugfest, but when he whips Paul Canyon into the ropes, Paul Canyon comes off, ducks under a clothesline, and comes off the other side with a big leaping forearm smash that knocks Blade off of his feet!! Tim Bell and John Uldwall rejoin the fray, still smarting from their earlier roles in this match, but realizing how much is at stake. All four men begin going at it in the ring, and the advantage seems to change every few seconds as the two teams struggle to gain the definite edge over their rivals... but now some people are coming out of the backstage entrance! It's Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers, the former VCW World Tag Team Champions, and they have chairs! They slide into the ring, carrying folding chairs, and immediately whack both Paul Canyon and Blade!! Tim Bell and John Uldwall turn around, and they get nailed with the chairs too... and as Jack Norman and Butch Manson continue their onslaught, Brendan Powers calls for the bell... he's going to throw this match out!!

The Wrecking Crew drew The Technicians (Paul Canyon and Tim Bell) when P. Canyon and Blade battled to a no-contest in 0:11:06.
Rating: * 1/4

All four men are down in the ring, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson give each of them a couple more chairshots for good measure, then toss the chairs aside and chuck the four combatants out of the ring! Jack Norman calls for a microphone... and he's getting one!

J. Norman: This bullshit ain't gonna go on! None of these chumps deserve a shot at the titles! Me and Butch are gonna get the first shot at our belts, we're gonna take down Bass Rogers and that punk Darren Michaels, and until we get our shot, ain't NOBODY gonna make it to a match with them. You understand? We're the former champions, WE get the first shots at those belts... NOBODY else!! That's how it's gonna be!

Jack Norman throws down the microphone, and he and Butch Manson are leaving the ring, with the Wrecking Crew and the Technicians laid out around ringside. Jennie and some trainers are going to try to help these four men backstage... but it looks like we have no clear number-one contenders... and we won't, unless Jack Norman and Butch Manson are placated! How will this problem be solved?

We don't know about that yet, but we're going to take a look at a video tape sent in from a hog farm, by Stormy Weathers and Brian Rivera. This should be pretty damn stupid...

At A Hog Farm...

Stormy Weathers and Brian Rivera are shown walking beside a wooden fence, behind which several large pigs are shown wallowing in muck and mud, and eating left-over garbage from a troth. Brian Rivera is dressed in overalls with the legs cut off, with a Metallica T-shirt on under them and a Chippendale's bow tie around his neck. Completing the ensemble are his usual purple Nike high-tops. Stormy Weathers has a clothespin on his nose, and looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but here.

S. Weathers: Aw, for Christ's sake, Brian, why'd we have to come to this stupid-ass pig farm!? Ain't nothing here to see but a bunch of filthy hogs. And I reckon I've seen enough fat, dirty pigs sitting in the stands at all them VCW Arena shows. Come on, let's split this popcicle stand!

B. Rivera: Naw, Stormy. Check it out. I was watching you come out chasing ol' Monty Pompous with a pitchfork last week, and I tell you what, bubba, that was sweet. It got me thinking, what we need for Monty Pompous is a good ol' fashioned dose of country justice.

S. Weathers: But you ain't even from the country, you damn ignorant poop! You're from Chicago, Illinois, one of the biggest cities in the whole damn U-S of A!!

B. Rivera: Yeah, but I got my roots down home on the farm, man! I'm the original hip-hop hillbilly, Stormy... talkin' 'bout doing drive-by shootings riding on a John Deere tractor or some shit like that... that's what I'm all about, bubba! Dropping plates on yo ass, beeyatch!! Fuck yeah!

As Brian Rivera walks, they come to a barn at the side of the fence, and Brian Rivera knocks on the door of the barn.

B. Rivera: Now see here, Stormy, I'm finna talk to some ol' boys who I think can help us out...

The door to the barn opens, and Mark Canterbury and Dennis Knight, the two workers who used to portray the Godwinns in the WWF, are standing in the door, carrying slop buckets and wearing overalls and flannel shirts.

B. Rivera: Howdy there, boys! Y'all know all about this here hog farming shit, right? I'm finna make a deal with y'all!

Mark Canterbury and Dennis Knight exchange a surly glance.

M. Canterbury: Whadda you want, boy?

B. Rivera: I'm finna have me an Arkansas Hog Pen Match with some ol' uppity blue-blood, and I gotsta ask if I can borrow your hog pen for a day coming up here in the next couple weeks.

D. Knight: You wanna borrow OUR hog pen?

B. Rivera: Yeah, just for one day. I gotta have me a big Arkansas Hog Pen Match.

M. Canterbury: We ain't loaning it to you for free, son.

B. Rivera: Aw, yeah... I know. I got forty bucks here with your name on it, Charlie Brown, and all you gotta do is let me borrow this shit for a day!

Mark Canterbury cracks a smile as he looks to Dennis Knight.

M. Canterbury: That ain't enough.

B. Rivera: Aw, come on, man! Tell you what. I got half a bottle of Thunderbird in the trunk of my car that I ain't finished drinkin' yet, and I'll throw that shit in too.

D. Knight: You gonna have to do better than that, boy.

B. Rivera: Well, what'chu want, Big Dirty!? Ol' B.R. can hook you up, no problem.

Mark Canterbury and Dennis Knight exchange another malignant glance.

D. Knight: Kid's got a real pretty mouth on him, don't he?

M. Canterbury: Yeah. Cute legs, too. Hey, son... you think you could squeal like a pig?

B. Rivera: I sure could try, my friend. I'm pretty good at making animal noises. Check this bad shit out. WHOOO let the DOGS OUT!?!? WOOF!!! WOOOFF!!! WOOFF!! WHOOO let the DOGS--

D. Knight: Yeah, shut up already. I tell you what, kid. Come with us back into the barn over there, and I think we can work something out.

B. Rivera: Aw, sweet!! Fuckin' A! Check it out, Stormy, I just landed us a deal!! Now I'm gonna go in the barn and find out what these cats want for their hogpen... and at Survival of the Fittest, we're finna borrow that sumbitch for an Arkansas Hog Pen Match with Monty Pompous!

Brian Rivera follows Mark Canterbury and Dennis Knight into the barn, and the door closes, as Stormy Weathers stares in disbelief. He looks back to the camera for a second with a deeply disturbed, horrified look on his face, then looks back to the barn, as Brian Rivera's voice can be heard from within.

B. Rivera: What? You want me to take my clothes off? These are some fine threads, man... but if you want 'em in exchange for the hog pen, we can make a deal. But I gotta keep my phat kicks, you know? ... ... ... ... ... Hey, why are y'all undoing your britches too? You wanna try my threads on right now or something? ... ... ... ... ... ... Well, okay... I reckon I could bend over if y'all want me to, but what's the point?

Stormy Weathers backs away from the barn, his face pale and his eyes wide in an utterly appalled expression.

S. Weathers: Well, I'll be a goddamned motherfucker. Ol' Stormy ain't never seen the damn like in all my born days. I'm gonna go find that bottle in his trunk and get so drunk I don't remember none of this horseshit, or else I think I'm gonna be sick.

Stormy Weathers turns and walks away, followed by the camera, which fades out on the farm scene.

I think we can all share the sentiments expressed by Stormy Weathers there. But we've got a match to go to now... "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin is playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Julian Page, to a huge round of boos from the crowd. Next week, he'll be facing off against Owen Addison in the second round of the Survival of the Fittest Tournament... but now, he has a shot at the VCW Television Title, held by Brujah. He enters the ring and runs his fingers through his hair, then backs into a corner, preparing to face Brujah.

And now "Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing, and that brings out Brujah, the VCW Television Champion. He walks to the ring slowly, taking off the title and handing it to the timekeeper before he steps inside. As he climbs the ringsteps, he gives a nearby camera a contempt-filled sidelong glance, then steps into the ring. He moves to the corner opposite Julian Page, and now Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

For the VCW Television Title:

Brujah (c)

vs.

Julian Page

Brujah takes the advantage early on, coming out aggressively and beating the hell out of Julian Page with some stiff offense, actually getting some cheers from the crowd, who enjoy seeing Julian Page get beat up even if it is Brujah who's doing the beating. But Julian Page, crafty and underhanded as always, turns the tide with a low blow, then starts savagely going to work on Brujah's right leg. If he can disable Brujah's leg, not only will he be softened up for a figure-four leglock, one of Julian Page's favorite moves, but it may also keep him off of his feet and disable some of his powerful offense. Brujah keeps fighting back and getting up, refusing to stay down, but Julian Page manages to stay one step ahead, always regaining the advantage with an eye gouge, low blow, or quick kick to the kneecap when it looks like the tide is about to turn.

As the match continues on, Julian Page seems to sense victory, and he goes for a figure-four leglock... but Brujah kicks him away with his good leg, breaking the attempt! Julian Page is flung back into a corner, and staggers out as Brujah starts to get up. He tries to clobber Brujah and send him back down, but Brujah retaliates with some blows of his own, fighting his way to his feet, then winning a slugfest with Julian Page, whipping him into the ropes, and killing him with a lariat when he comes off the other side!! Brujah begins beating the hell out of Julian Page with stiff blows and slams, and though he's slowed considerably by the pain in his right leg, he still hits Julian Page with a lot of big moves. Brujah finally drops Julian Page with the double arm DDT, then starts going up to the top turnbuckle for the Swandive Headbutt... but he's too slow to make it up, due to his hurt leg, and Julian Page gets up to meet him at the top and bring him down with a superplex!!

Both men are down for a minute after that. They get up after several seconds, and Julian Page doubles Brujah over with a swift kick to the knee, then hooks him for the DDT... but Brujah fights out of it, then goes for a belly-to-belly overhead suplex... but his leg gives out on the lift, and he crumples to the mat under Julian Page! He throws his shoulder up at two and a half when Jerry Rogers counts, but then Julian Page pulls him up, kicks him in the knee again, and then puts him in a standing headscissors and hooks his arms... SWAN SONG!! He just hit Brujah with the Swan Song, and we may have a new VCW Television Champion! He's going for the cover... but someone's coming out of the backstage entrance! GABRIEL BLACK!! He runs to the ring as Jerry Rogers makes the count... and grabs Julian Page's ankles, pulling him to the outside just before the three count! Julian Page turns to him in confusion... and Gabriel Black drops Julian Page with a big right hand on the outside! That'll be an instant disqualification!!

Julian Page defeated Brujah by disqualification in 0:13:21.
Rating: * 1/4
(Brujah retained the VCW Television Title.)

Julian Page is down on the outside, and Gabriel Black tosses him head-first into the ringsteps, then grabs a chair and slides into the ring. Brujah's starting to get up, and Gabriel Black floors him with a shot from the chair, getting a mixed pop from the crowd, then stands over him and drives the chair into his right leg repeatedly! He's trying to take out Brujah before he even makes it to Survival of the Fittest... or maybe not, because he just tossed the chair aside! And now he's calling for a microphone... what's on his mind? He gets it...

G. Black: First of all, as far as you're concerned, Julian Page... I'm not terribly fond of you. In layman's terms... I think you suck. But this was nothing personal... I just wanted to be sure that when I get my VCW Television Title shot at Survival of the Fittest, that it's against Brujah and not you. And Brujah... that's why I'm not finishing the job tonight. I'm waiting until Survival of the Fittest, and then I'll--

Hold it... "Favorite Things" by Incubus begins playing over the arena sound system, and the lights are replaced by dim silver-blue lights... here comes Troy Black!! He'd said he'd be watching Brujah's back tonight, and he may not have been quick enough to stop Gabriel Black's first sudden strike, but he's here now! The crowd boos as he steps out of the backstage entrance, carrying a microphone...

T. Black: Get out of the ring and leave him alone, Gabriel.

Gabriel Black turns to his brother, with a surprised smile on his face. Brujah rolls to the outside of the ring, clutching his leg, with Gabriel's attention elsewhere.

G. Black: What a surprise... you feel some sort of twisted loyalty to somebody after all! I have to admit, I didn't think you were capable of it, Troy. But if you want me to leave him alone and get out of the ring... I'm afraid you'll have to come in here and make me. We'll see which is stronger... this loyalty of yours, or the utter cowardice you've shown in the past few weeks.

T. Black: I don't want to do this, Gabriel.

Troy Black's starting to walk to the ring, slowly but surely, and Gabriel Black's staring down the aisle at him, with an eager smile.

G. Black: Come now, Troy... there's no use in dragging it out. Enter the ring and face your destruction.

Troy Black walks to the ring, and slowly climbs up the steps to the apron... he's standing on the apron, staring at Gabriel Black! But behind Gabriel, Brujah just snatched up the VCW Television Title belt and slid into the ring! Gabriel Black's still focused on Troy...

G. Black: Get in the ring, Troy. Come forward and face your destiny with some shred of courage.

Troy Black parts the ropes, preparing to step through them... and Brujah rushes forward and nails Gabriel Black from behind with the VCW Television Title belt! Gabriel Black goes down, and Brujah also drops to one knee, clutching his knee in a grimace of pain... but then he fights it off and hauls Gabriel Black up by the hair and puts him in a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! Brujah just laid Gabriel Black out with the Power Bomb!! But he's not done yet... he signals for it again, and pulls Gabriel Black into another standing headscissors! Brujah may just reinjure Gabriel Black's back and take him out right here... but Troy Black goes to his side, and pulls him away!

Brujah shoots Troy Black a questioning glare... but Troy's saying something... it looks like he's trying to talk Brujah out of taking Gabriel Black out right now! Finally, Brujah rolls his eyes, but drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, and Troy Black follows him. Brujah was about to crush Gabriel Black with repeated Power Bombs, but Troy Black has prevented that. We have to call it like we see it... it appears that his desire not to hurt Gabriel again is genuine, and not simply a front he's putting on. But Gabriel Black's still laid out... how will he respond when he comes around? And what will happen when he meets Brujah at Survival of the Fittest, with the VCW Television Title on the line? Gabriel Black finally gets up, and stalks backstage angrily, favoring his back as he goes.

We're going to head through to our next match now... "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers is playing, and the crowd cheers as Johnny Smiles and Lars Coverdale come out of the backstage entrance. They run to the ring enthusiastically and grab microphones. They'll be facing the New Immortals tonight, but these two friends will be opponents in the second round of the Survival of the Fittest Tournament next week. Johnny Smiles is preparing to speak...

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEERRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd cheers loudly.

J. Smiles: Well, Lars... it's only one week before the match that the whole wrestling world's talking about. In one week, all of the Johnnycoholics will see their dream match come true!

L. Coverdale: Whoa, you mean there's an Alyson Hannigan versus Christina Aguilera Buck Naked Exploding Orgasm Match next week!? That's totally righteous, dude!

J. Smiles: Well, it WOULD be totally righteous, if there was one... but there's not. Come on, Lars, you know what I'm talking about... in the Survival of the Fittest tournament...

L. Coverdale: Right, definitely. I know I've been waiting to see Owen Addison and Julian Page face off for some time now. Who will win when the leader of the Technicians faces off with the diabolical mastermind of the Hammer of the Gods!? Will ANYBODY come out straight? I don't know, man... I'll bet it's pretty cool, though.

J. Smiles: Lars, do you mean to tell me...

L. Coverdale: Naw, I'm just playing around. I know the match that'll be the most brutal match in history. More awesome excitement than a three ring circus, a goat romping, and a WCW Nitro party all rolled into one... it's Johnny Smiles and Lars Coverdale, one-on-one, NEXT WEEK!! Dude, if this match was a concert, it'd be Winger, Metallica, Poison, Whitesnake, and Van Halen all performing on the same show... because it's gonna ROCK!!

J. Smiles: But first... we have to deal with two of the goofiest, screwiest guys on the VCW roster... the New Immortals. And they've committed two impardonable sins against all of the Johnnycoholics. First of all, they had the NERVE to replace Ken Collins with MOY LAZZARIO... yeah, right. That's like replacing the Holy Grail with a styrofoam cup. It doesn't work. And second of all... they brought Mongo back to VCW. That's right, MONGO. What were they THINKING!?

Hold it... "Riders On The Storm" by Creed just started playing, and that brings out the New Immortals, "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, along with Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael! They stand at the ramp, with the crowd booing loudly. and grab microphones.

M. Lazzario: Hi, I'm "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario.

J. Smiles: Yeah... you're NOT Ken Collins.

The crowd cheers, and Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario look around angrily.

B. Danson: Hey, we didn't screw up YOUR ring intro, okay? Come on, now. The fans dig the ring intro!

The crowd boos, and Bobby Danson glares at them again.

J. Smiles: No, they don't.

The crowd cheers now... they really DON'T dig the ring intro!

B. Danson: Anyway, I'm his tag team partner, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. Together, we're the New Immortals. Two great wrestlers, one new-and-improved great tag team. With us, as always, is the lovely Nicole, and the masterful monstrosity of malicious mayhem, Steve "Mongo" McMichael.

Mongo raises four fingers and bellows some incoherent gibberish, and Nicole smiles and waves to the crowd.

B. Danson: Anyway, Johnny... you can talk all you want about your brutal match with Lars... but the New Immortals are capable of some pretty brutal matches, too. We're learning from the MASTER of brutality, Steve "Mongo" McMichael. His classic bouts with Kevin Sullivan, Jeff Jarrett, the British Bulldog, and Bill Goldberg are some of the most brutal matches in wrestling history! And even his debut singles match, against the one and only "Desperado" Joe Gomez, was a brutal match in its own right! Forget all these so-called hardcore wrestlers like Brian Knobbs, the Barbarian, and "The Road Dogg" Jesse James in places like Big Japan and CZW, with their Exploding Barbed Wire Matches... Mongo's the real king of hardcore, baby!

Johnny Smiles exchanges a glance with Lars Coverdale.

J. Smiles: He's got a point, you know.

M. Lazzario: And who are you to say that I'm a poor substitute for Ken Collins? Did Ken Collins ever beat Troy Black? Huh? I did. Face it, Ken Collins is just some brain-dead pretty-boy trying to be Chris Benoit.

J. Smiles: Maybe, but at least that's still pretty cool. YOU, on the other hand, are a Samurai Jack wanna-be trying to be "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, and you're NOT cool!!

Moy Lazzario stares at Johnny Smiles in confusion, then shrugs.

M. Lazzario: Aw, hell... who has time for this? Come on, Bobby... let's show him who's boss.

B. Danson: Right you are! You're about to find out how we teach folks a lesson, New Immortals-style!

Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario charge the ring and slide inside, and this match is on! VCW referee Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and we're about to get this match started!

Johnny Smiles & Lars Coverdale

vs.

New Immortals
w/Steve "Mongo" McMichael & Nicole

Lars Coverdale starts out the match with Moy Lazzario... Moy Lazzario throws a punch, but Lars Coverdale blocks it, then scoops him up and bodyslams him! Moy Lazzario gets up, but then he turns to Bobcat McGavin and starts giving him some bogus line about Lars Coverdale pulling his tights... so then Lars Coverdale spins him around, scoops him up, and bodyslams him again!! Lars Coverdale tags out to Johnny Smiles, and now Johnny Smiles comes in and scoops Moy Lazzario up, then bodyslams him! Johnny Smiles pulls Moy Lazzario up... and now he's offering him to referee Bobcat McGavin... and Bobcat McGavin shrugs, then picks Moy Lazzario up and bodyslams him as well! Bobcat McGavin goes for the cover, and Johnny Smiles counts... but Bobby Danson comes in and pulls Bobcat McGavin off to break the pin at two and a half!

Johnny Smiles turns to Bobby Danson and starts to admonish him for interfering, so Bobby Danson backs off to his corner and apologizes... but Bobcat McGavin begins choking Moy Lazzario behind Johnny Smiles's back! But when Bobby Danson returns to his corner, Johnny Smiles turns around and catches Bobcat McGavin choking Moy Lazzario, so he begins counting to five... and Bobcat McGavin breaks at four! Johnny Smiles admonishes Bobcat McGavin, threatening to disqualify him, and Bobcat McGavin apologizes, putting his hands in the air and bobbing his head in deference to Johnny Smiles.

Johnny Smiles pulls Moy Lazzario up and bodyslams him again, then tags in Lars Coverdale. Lars Coverdale runs into the ropes, and Johnny Smiles puts his head down... and Johnny Smiles backdrops Lars onto Moy Lazzario! Bobby Danson enters the ring and charges Johnny Smiles as well... but he too gets backdropped onto Moy Lazzario! And now Lars Coverdale runs into the ropes again, and once again Johnny Smiles backdrops him onto Moy Lazzario... but this time Lars Coverdale counters it with a sunset flip, bringing Johnny Smiles down onto Moy Lazzario! Johnny Smiles struggles, then turns it over into a double-leg cradle, and Bobby Danson shrugs and makes the count... and gets two, before Lars Coverdale turns it back into the sunset flip position! Bobby Danson counts... and again, only gets two, as this time Johnny Smiles rolls back out of it! He rolls to his feet and grabs Lars Coverdale's legs for a scorpion deathlock, but Lars Coverdale pulls him down into a small package... which also gets a two count from Bobby Danson, before Johnny Smiles kicks out! Johnny Smiles and Lars Coverdale both kip up and exchange a stare of mutual respect, to an ovation from the crowd... but the New Immortals rush them, and drop them each with a clothesline!! Johnny and Lars should have remembered that their opponents in this match are the New Immortals, not each other.

Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario isolate Lars Coverdale in the ring, working him over with a variety of double-team moves, some whimsical and some quite impressive. Eventually, Moy Lazzario takes Lars down with an Ace Crusher for a near fall, then puts him in a surfboard (the upright knee-in-the-back kind, not the stupid lucha kind). Bobcat McGavin checks in, asking Lars Coverdale if he wants to submit, but Lars Coverdale is fighting his way up... and he gets to his feet, then twists the hold around so that their arms are linked the other way, and drops Moy Lazzario with a Tomikaze! They're both down, and both headed for their corners to make the tag. Moy Lazzario tags in Bobby Danson... and Lars Coverdale tags in Johnny Smiles!

They enter the ring, and Johnny Smiles begins cleaning house on the hot tag, taking Bobby Danson down repeatedly, then doing the same to Moy Lazzario when he tries to come in. Bobby Danson rolls to the outside of the ring, looking for a break... but Johnny Smiles runs and dives out onto him with a plancha!! Both men go down, but Johnny Smiles is getting up first... so now Moy Lazzario jumps up to the top rope and dives out onto both his partner and Johnny Smiles with a springboard cross bodypress!! All three go down in a heap, and now Mongo's coming over to pick Johnny Smiles out of the wreckage... but Lars Coverdale climbs to the top rope, and leaps off with a shooting star plancha, onto Johnny, Bobby Danson, Moy Lazzario, and Mongo, wiping everyone out! Only Bobcat McGavin and Nicole are still on their feet! And now Nicole's coming over, raising the croquet mallet at Lars as he gets up... but Lars grabs it, tosses it aside, then gives her a big, sloppy kiss, to cheers from the crowd!!

With Nicole coughing and gagging, Lars Coverdale rolls Moy Lazzario back into the ring and takes him down with a Rocker Dropper, then goes up to the top turnbuckle. Here it comes... FROG SPLASH!! It connects, and Lars Coverdale hooks the leg for the cover... but Bobcat McGavin's not going to count, because neither of these two is the legal man! Now Bobby Danson is on the top, though, as Lars stares up at Bobcat McGavin in confusion... and Bobby Danson leaps off... MINNESOTA JAM!! He just hit his flying legdrop on Lars Coverdale, and now Lars is down as well! But Johnny Smiles just slid into the ring behind Bobby Danson! Johnny Smiles taps Bobby Danson on the shoulder, and he turns around... right into a fireman's carry lift, into the SMILEDRIVER!! Johnny Smiles just planted Bobby Danson, and he covers... and this time, Bobcat McGavin counts, and gets three!!

Johnny Smiles and Lars Coverdale defeated The New Immortals when Smiles pinned Danson with the Smiledriver in 0:12:24.
Rating: ** 1/2

That was quite the unusual match, but in the end Lars Coverdale and Johnny Smiles pulled it out, and they're victorious tonight! But which one of them will come away with the victory next week, when they meet in the Survival of the Fittest Tournament next round? We know that they're both looking forward to that match, and if we know Johnny Smiles and Lars Coverdale, we know that it should be special when they get in the ring together. But right now, we're going to go backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by to interview Jacob Idol prior to his Survival of the Fittest Tournament match with "The California Crippler" Ken Collins!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Jacob Idol and Jasmina Chastity. Jacob Idol is dressed to wrestle, and Jasmina is wearing a white blouse and a knee-length black skirt.

Z. Adderloaf: Hello, VCW fans! I'm backstage with Jacob--

Jasmina Chastity steps forward.

J. Chastity: Get lost, Ziggy. I'll do this interview.

Z. Adderloaf: Jasmina, I'm the designated backstage interviewer here in VCW, and I'm just trying to do my--

Jacob Idol grabs Ziggy Adderloaf by the shirt and shoves him back against the wall.

J. Idol: Is there a problem here?

Z. Adderloaf: No, not a--

J. Idol: Then do you mind telling me why you're not doing what Jasmina tells you?

Z. Adderloaf: I'm sorry. I'll get out of your way now.

J. Idol: Yeah, run along and go play Grand Theft Auto or whatever the hell it is that little twerps like you do in your spare time. This is my time to talk, and you're not welcome here.

Jacob Idol releases his grip on Ziggy Adderloaf, who quickly scurries away. Jasmina Chastity smiles at Jacob Idol.

J. Chastity: Now that he's gone... why don't you tell us about the Survival of the Fittest Tournament?

J. Idol: In a few minutes, I've got a match coming up against "The California Crippler" Ken Collins. Some people call him the best technical wrestler in VCW... but those people are completely ignoring ME, just like everyone ignores me. See, I don't get very many shots at the VCW World Title, and it's not for lack of deserving a shot... it's because nobody wants to acknowledge a guy who doesn't have fancy catchphrases or get involved in some big, dramatic soap opera. Nobody wants to see a real WRESTLER holding the VCW World Title... they want some jive-talking smart aleck or seven-foot-tall stiff to have the title.

But now I have a chance to take a title shot by force. And I'm sure Ken Collins will give me a fight tonight... but if anyone was paying attention to the wrestling, they'd know that he's not half the wrestler I am, and all his big moves are ripped off from other, BETTER wrestlers than him. Then, in the next round, there's Troy Black... and sure, he's a former VCW World Champion, and a former Survival of the Fittest Tournament winner... but he won't stop me either. He's a great athlete, but only a slightly above-average wrestler... and above average isn't good enough to beat me. Some people may think that Jacob Idol against Ken Collins or Troy Black is a mismatch... but the fact is, I haven't been allowed to face Ken Collins or Troy Black in a long time, and that's the only reason they haven't been exposed as being half the wrestler that I am.

After that, in the finals, whether it's Johnny Smiles, Lars Coverdale, Owen Addison, or Julian Page... it doesn't matter. If it's Johnny or Lars, the match won't go over ten minutes... it'll be embarrassing to see what a true technical wrestler can do to them. If it's Julian Page... sorry, old friend, but this is MY shot. And in case you get any cute little ideas about backstabbing me, Rob Solomon's on MY side. But if it's Owen Addison... the only thing better than winning the Survival of the Fittest Tournament and earning a Wrestlewar title shot is doing it against the most overrated wrestler in this entire industry. When I beat Ken Collins, Troy Black, and if he even makes it that far, Owen Addison himself, we'll see who's overrated. When I go to Wrestlewar, beat Crimson himself, and become the VCW World Champion... we'll see who's overrated. When I'm on top, and I'm holding these people down and refusing to acknowledge their presence just like they're doing to me now... then we'll just see who's overrated. I'm the best pure technical wrestler in this entire company, and it's time I start getting a little recognition here.

J. Chastity: You and I both know that you're the best, but I think everyone else is a few weeks away from learning it the hard way.

J. Idol: That's right. The best-kept secret in VCW is about to be unleashed. Starting with Ken Collins tonight... they will NOT know what hit them.

Jacob Idol and Jasmina Chastity begin heading for the ring, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back. Jacob Idol's bitterness, anger, and confidence are showing through strongly tonight, but can he deliver on those promises and win the Survival of the Fittest Tournament? Can he even win this match against "The California Crippler" Ken Collins to advance to the semi-finals? A lot of people might say "no", but Jacob Idol himself says "yes"... let's watch and find out!

"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Jacob Idol comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity. They come to the ring, and Jacob Idol stops to yell at some of the fans at ringside before climbing inside and posing. Giving the devil his due, Jacob Idol probably is one of the best pure technical wrestlers in VCW, and one-half of a tag team that, with the Ontario Colour Show seemingly a thing of the past, may qualify as the greatest tag team in VCW. He may very well surprise a lot of people and win this tournament... and if he does, perhaps it shouldn't be such a surprise after all. He's good; there's no denying that.

But now "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly... the guy who's coming out of the back now is also a damn good wrestler! The VCW Intercontinental Champion, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, steps out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Stacey Lockman. He makes his way to the ring and hands the VCW Intercontinental Title belt off to Stacey Lockman, then climbs into the ring cautiously, looking across at Jacob Idol. The VCW Intercontinental Title is not on the line tonight, and win, lose, or draw, Ken Collins remains the VCW Intercontinental Champion after this match, but what is at stake is the semi-final spot opposite Troy Black in the Survival of the Fittest Tournament. Ken Collins cautiously approaches Jacob Idol for a lockup, and Linda Peterson enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin this match!

Survival Of The Fittest
Second Round Match:

Jacob Idol
w/Jasmina Chastity

vs.

Ken Collins
w/Stacey Lockman

Ken Collins locks up with Jacob Idol to start, and Jacob Idol doubles him over with a swift kick to the groin, then brings him to the mat with an armbar takedown, into an armbar submission! So much for winning through superior technical wrestling; that was a blatant cheap shot! Ken Collins quickly scrambles to the ropes, and Linda Peterson orders a break... and of course Jacob Idol takes the full four-count before letting go. Ken Collins gets up, and Jacob Idol grabs his arm and twists, but Ken Collins twists out of it and counters into a wristlock, but Jacob Idol twists out of that with a go-behind, then sweeps Ken Collins's legs and brings him down into a crossface!! Jacob Idol yells "ASK HIM!" and the crowd boos, but Linda Peterson does indeed go down to check on Ken Collins. He's caught in his own move, and a submission here would be humiliating for multiple reasons... but Ken Collins isn't giving up, and he fights his way to the ropes! Jacob Idol again releases the hold at four, letting Ken Collins get back up.

Once again, Jacob Idol pulls Ken Collins's arm out to the side, and now he begins hammering his tricep with his elbow... but Ken Collins twists out of that, then nails Jacob Idol with a punch from his free hand! Jacob Idol recoils, but then nails Ken Collins with a punch of his own, then goes for another kick to the groin... but this time, Ken Collins blocks, catches his foot, and whips him down into an ankle lock submission! Jacob Idol struggles for several seconds, then manages to turn over and kick Ken Collins in the face to break the hold. He pulls himself up and charges Ken Collins with a clothesline, but Ken Collins takes him down with a drop-toe hold and flows into the California Crossface!! Jacob Idol yells out in pain, but he hasn't been sufficiently weakened to be in serious danger here, and he manages to struggle to the ropes after several seconds.

Ken Collins takes control of the match, fighting through clear pain in his right arm to hit Jacob Idol with a barrage of suplexes and takedowns, in between working over his right shoulder on the mat. Jacob Idol shows off some nice wrestling himself, shifting the advantage a few times and giving back some punishment to Ken Collins, but for the most part Ken Collins remains in control, and it's starting to look like Jacob Idol's in trouble... but when Ken Collins goes to the top turnbuckle, Jacob Idol quickly manages to dive forward and shake the ropes, causing him to fall groin-first into the turnbuckle! Jacob Idol goes up with him and brings him down with a massive superplex, and that changes the course of this match in a hurry!

After shaking off the effects of Ken Collins's offense, Jacob Idol takes control of the match now, and starts working over Ken Collins's right arm with a barrage of focused offense in addition to using more generalized offense to keep him reeling and unable to fight back. Ken Collins still tries to stay in the match, and occasionally makes an impressive counter and gets in some offense of his own, but now Jacob Idol's the one controlling the match, and he always seems to be able to cut off Ken Collins's comebacks. After a few minutes of this, Jacob Idol dumps Ken Collins to the outside of the ring, then runs into the ropes and comes off the other side to dive out and nail Ken Collins with a plancha when he gets up! Jacob Idol brutalizes Ken Collins in a brawl on the outside, wrapping his arm around the ringpost and doing other abusive things to him, then rolls him back into the ring and follows him in, then slaps on an armbar submission! He has him in the middle of the ring, and this could be it! Ken Collins struggles, crawling inch by inch towards the ropes... and after a long time, he finally makes it!

Jacob Idol gets up, enraged, and starts kicking and stomping at Ken Collins's right arm. But Ken Collins is still getting up, so Jacob Idol grabs him and whips him into the ropes... but Ken Collins leaps up on the middle rope, then springs backwards to take Jacob Idol down with an Asai moonsault!! Jacob Idol gets a shoulder up at two, but that may have turned the match around! Jacob Idol gets up and knees Ken Collins in the gut, then puts on a front chancery and goes for a vertical suplex, but his right shoulder isn't strong enough to properly hold Ken Collins, and Ken Collins slips out behind him, then dropkicks him in the back! Jacob Idol is knocked forward into a corner by that, and he staggers back... into a German suplex by Ken Collins! But Ken Collins can't hold the bridge, as he rolls over and cradles his right arm with the effort of the move.

Ken Collins gets up, massaging his right arm and flexing the joints to try to get it working again... and he pulls Jacob Idol up in a waistlock, then lifts... German suplex! He hit it again, but again he releases the bridge! But now he's picking Jacob Idol up and setting him on the top turnbuckle... and it looks like even that effort hurt his arm greatly! Ken Collins stops to nurse his arm again for a second, then climbs up after Jacob Idol and hooks him in a waistlock... he's going for a top-rope German suplex!! But Jacob Idol holds onto the turnbuckle to block, then flings his elbow back to catch Ken Collins in the jaw! That didn't do any favors for Idol's own injured shoulder, but it knocks Ken Collins backwards, off of the turnbuckle to the mat! Ken Collins gets up... but Jacob Idol gets to his feet on the turnbuckle and leaps off... MOONSAULT BODYBLOCK!! That's one of his finishing moves!! Ken Collins goes down under Jacob Idol, and this match might well be over! Linda Peterson counts... but Ken Collins throws a shoulder up at two and three-quarters!!

Jacob Idol gets up, clearly frustrated, and pulls Ken Collins up into a standing headscissors. He's going for either a piledriver or a power bomb... but he can't get Ken Collins up with his shoulder hurt! Ken Collins backdrops out of it... but Jacob Idol counters it with a sunset flip, getting a two count before Ken Collins rolls back out of it, grabs his feet, and falls back, slingshotting Jacob Idol into the turnbuckle! Jacob Idol staggers out, his eyes glazed over... and turns around right into a savate kick from Ken Collins!! He's down, and Ken Collins goes up to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off as Jacob Idol gets up... FLYING DROPKICK!! That just knocked Jacob Idol into next week!! Ken Collins goes for the cover, and hooks the leg... but Jasmina Chastity grabs Jacob Idol's foot and puts it on the ropes at two and a half! Stacey Lockman complains indignantly, but Jasmina Chastity just smiles nastily and gives her the finger.

Ken Collins pulls Jacob Idol up and nails him with a few weak, pained punches, then lifts him for a shoulderbreaker... but his own arm's too weak to get a good grip on Jacob Idol, and Jacob Idol slides out behind him, then pulls his head back... INVERTED DDT!! That's the move that's won most of Jacob Idol's matches in recent history, and it's as good as over now! Jacob Idol makes the cover... and this time, Stacey Lockman puts Ken Collins's foot on the ropes at two and a half!! Jasmina Chastity screams in outrage, and Stacey Lockman smiles at her and gives her the finger now... so Jasmina Chastity runs forward and tackles her, then starts punching her and pulling her hair, as Stacey Lockman retaliates!

Linda Peterson stupidly turns her attention to the women fighting on the outside, so Jacob Idol rolls out of the ring, and grabs the VCW Intercontinental Title belt and slides into the ring with it! Ken Collins is starting to get up... and Jacob Idol rushes him and nearly takes his head clean off with a shot from the title belt!! Ken Collins is busted wide open, and Jacob Idol chucks the belt aside, rolls his right shoulder, and hooks Ken Collins's leg for the pin... and he has it, but Linda Peterson is still trying to stop Stacey Lockman and Jasmina Chastity from fighting! Stacey Lockman finally pulls Jasmina Chastity's skirt off, revealing a skimpy black thong underneath, and Jasmina Chastity screams in humiliation and runs backstage! Meanwhile, Jacob Idol has Linda Peterson's attention again, and she's asking him why Ken Collins's forehead is busted open... so Jacob Idol pantomimes an elbowsmash, and Linda Peterson nods, satisfied with that explanation. Jacob Idol goes for the cover again... and this time, Ken Collins throws a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths!!

Jacob Idol grimaces at Ken Collins, then grabs him and hoists him to one of the top turnbuckles, facing the crowd... and climbs up after him! He hooks his head from behind with his strong, left arm... he's going for the Idolizer, and that WILL end the match! But Ken Collins is struggling, and he manages to get to his feet and slip his own left arm under Jacob Idol and hoist him up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry, then turns and comes off of the top turnbuckle... TOP-ROPE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! Jacob Idol may be clinically dead in the ring, and Ken Collins wearily throws an arm over him!! Linda Peterson counts... and that gets three!! Ken Collins has defeated Jacob Idol, and he's going to the second round!!

Survival of the Fittest Tournament Match -Round Two
Ken Collins pinned Jacob Idol after a top-rope Death Valley Driver in 0:27:53.
Rating: ****

The crowd explodes into cheers! Ken Collins will be going on and facing Troy Black in the semi-finals of the Survival of the Fittest Tournament!! He rolls out of the ring, exhausted and suffering, and drapes his left arm around Stacey Lockman as he reclaims the VCW Intercontinental Title. He begins staggering backstage, cheered on by the fans, and we know that he earned his spot tonight in a great, great match. But can he defeat Troy Black at Survival of the Fittest... and if so, can he defeat whoever his opponent is in the final round? We'll find out in a few weeks... but right now, we're going to go backstage with "The Star Player" Darren Michaels, who is preparing to take on Crimson for the VCW World Title in our main event!

Backstage...

Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders are backstage with "The Star Player" Darren Michaels, as he does warm-ups and prepares to head to the ring. He has his VCW World Tag Team Title belt on, while Bass Rogers carries his belt on his shoulder.

D. Michaels: I'm on now, guys. Watch my back if someone else steps in... but otherwise, let me handle this.

D. Sanders: Are you certain that's wise, young man? Crimson's no common ruffian. He's the VCW World Champion... he's a bloody machine of terror and destruction.

D. Michaels: I know what I'm doing. Believe me, I know what the situation is. This is my fourth pro match, and I'm in there with the baddest man in the industry. But I'm ready for this. I was BORN ready for this. I'm not gonna sit here and say "what if this" and "what if that" and psych myself out... I'm gonna hit the ring and kick his butt, I'm gonna take the VCW World Title... and then, at Survival of the Fittest, it'll be you and ME for the title, big man.

Bass Rogers smiles with an aggressive gleam in his eye.

B. Rogers: If that's the case, kid... you've got bigger, badder things to worry about than Crimson. Get out there and show him what you got.

Darren Michaels nods and heads out of the room, and Dean Sanders looks at Bass Rogers.

D. Sanders: Do you think he has a chance on his own, old boy? I mean, in all sincerity, this is Crimson we're speaking of...

B. Rogers: After seeing him go last week, brother... don't worry about the kid, I don't know if CRIMSON has a chance. It's gonna be mighty interesting to find out just how good this kid is... but we just gonna have to wait and see.

Dean Sanders nods, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and "Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock is playing, and the crowd cheers as one-half of the VCW World Tag Team Champions, "The Star Player" Darren Michaels, comes out of the backstage entrance, wearing his VCW World Tag Team Title belt. He jogs to the ring, slapping hands with the crowd, then slides inside and pulls off his football jersey to a series of female screams from the crowd. He is rather popular after a short time in VCW, but the fact is that he's still an unproven commodity, and he could run into a big reality check tonight from Crimson. Some of the fans would probably rather see a more proven commodity like the Grave Digger or Ken Collins get this shot at dethroning Crimson, but they're willing to cheer on Darren Michaels and hope for the best tonight.

But now "Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and the crowd gives out a deafening roar of boos as the VCW World Champion, Crimson, steps out of the backstage entrance. He walks towards the ring, wearing his title belt around his waist and a surly, contemptful sneer on his face. He walks to the ring slowly, almost mocking Darren Michaels by not paying attention to him as he steps up to the apron and in over the top rope! Crimson takes off the VCW World Title, then raises it high in the air with one hand and bellows loudly... he IS the VCW World Champion, the man to beat, and there may be nobody, not Darren Michaels or anybody else, who can actually beat him! He hands the title to VCW referee Brendan Powers, then turns back to Darren Michaels... and the bell rings, bringing this match to a start!

For the VCW World Title:

Crimson (c)

vs.

"The Star Player" Darren Michaels

Crimson charges Darren Michaels and takes a swing at him immediately, but Darren blocks, then unloads on Crimson with a series of right hands! Crimson is rocked back into the ropes, and Darren Michaels whips him to the other side, runs into the ropes and comes off to spear Crimson to the mat, getting a thunderous ovation from the crowd! Darren Michaels crawls on top of Crimson and starts unloading on him with a series of right hands, and Crimson has to cover up to avoid the blows until Brendan Powers orders Darren Michaels to let him up! They get up, but Darren Michaels quickly whips Crimson into the ropes... no, Crimson reverses! Crimson goes for a big boot when Darren Michaels comes off... but Darren Michaels ducks, and Crimson staggers forward into the ropes! He comes off... into a huge belly-to-belly suplex from Darren Michaels! The ring shakes with the impact, and Crimson gets up, reeling... so Darren Michaels charges forward and runs him over with a massive clothesline!!

Crimson rolls out of the ring, cursing and growling angrily... but Darren Michaels heads right out after him and nails him with a series of big right hands, then takes Crimson head-first into the steel ringpost! Crimson staggers back, and Darren Michaels whips him into the guardrail... no, Crimson reverses! Darren Michaels crashes into the guardrail hard, then staggers out... and Crimson pulls him up, then lifts him and drops him throat-first on the rail! This is the kind of dominant power we've come to expect from Crimson, and this match may have shifted drastically. Crimson continues to brutalize Darren Michaels on the outside, then rolls him back into the ring and climbs inside. Crimson continues the beating in the ring, unleashing some hard-hitting power offense on Darren Michaels.

As he continues his beating, Crimson hits Darren Michaels with a big vertical suplex, then tosses him to a corner of the ring and whips him to the other side. He charges in with a kneelift, but Darren Michaels dodges out of the way, and Crimson knees the turnbuckles! He roars in pain and staggers out with a limp... and Darren Michaels rushes him, and clips his leg with a shoulder tackle to the knee! Crimson goes down, and Darren Michaels grabs his leg and turns him over, into a half Boston, to a roar of cheers from the crowd! Crimson shouts with pain and rage again, and begins struggling to the ropes... Darren Michaels fights it, trying to keep him in the ring, but Crimson makes it to the ropes! Darren Michaels lets Crimson loose, then starts going up to the top turnbuckle... but Crimson's up too quickly, and he grabs Darren Michaels and casually press slams him off of the top turnbuckle! Darren Michaels sails three-quarters of the way across the ring and crashes to the canvas hard!!

Crimson takes control as Darren Michaels gets up, running at him with a slight limp and mauling him with a huge clothesline. Crimson begins clobbering Darren Michaels mercilessly, beating him to a pulp with punches, elbows, and kneelifts, and hitting him with repeated forearm smashes to the back. He doubles Darren Michaels over, then gives him a massive gutwrench suplex... but without hesitating at all, he moves right along, picking him up into a full nelson, shaking him like a rag doll, then flinging him to the mat forcefully! And that's no mean feat, because Darren Michaels is over two hundred and fifty pounds! Crimson goes for the cover and only gets two and a half, so next he whips Darren Michaels into the ropes, and nearly decapitates him with a big boot to the head! Darren Michaels is down... and Crimson pulls him into a standing headscissors and lifts... POWER BOMB!! That might do it, but Crimson's not going for the cover... he raises his hand in the air, signalling for the Chokeslam! He pulls Darren Michaels up by the throat... but Darren Michaels desperately reaches up and grabs a double handful of his hair, then brings him down with a jawbreaker!

The crowd cheers, but both men are down now. Crimson's up first, getting to his feet as Michaels gets to his knees. Crimson goes for a punch, but Darren Michaels blocks it, and nails Crimson with one of his own! Darren Michaels blocks a second punch, getting to his feet, then opens fire on Crimson, backing him into the ropes, and whips him to the other side, then runs him over with a clothesline when he comes off! Crimson starts to get up again, and Darren Michaels runs into the ropes, then comes off and nails Crimson with another clothesline! Crimson goes down again, and Darren Michaels pats his right arm and rolls his shoulder, preparing for a big one... Crimson gets up... and Darren Michaels charges him, and NAILS him with a huge clothesline! Crimson actually goes into an out-of-control spinning bump from that clothesline, and the crowd explodes into cheers! Nobody has EVER knocked Crimson for a loop quite like that before!

Crimson's getting up, and Darren Michaels whips him into a corner of the ring, then runs in and rocks him with a clothesline in the corner. Crimson slumps against the turnbuckles, and Darren Michaels climbs up with him and starts punching him, as the crowd counts to ten along with his punches! Crimson staggers out when Darren Michaels backs off... and Darren Michaels hoists Crimson up on his shoulders, and brings him crashing down with a big Samoan Drop!! Crimson gets up again, looking shaken, and Darren Michaels whips him into a corner again, then charges in... but this time, Crimson gets a big boot up! Darren Michaels goes down!

Crimson advances on Michaels as he gets up, then slips behind him, hooks him in a pumphandle, and lifts him, then drives him hard to the mat with a pumphandle slam!! Darren Michaels is convulsing on the mat, and now Crimson backs into the ropes, then comes off to drop a big leg across his throat. He goes for the cover... and Darren Michaels throws a shoulder up at two and a half! Crimson's mad again, and he pulls him up and grabs him by the throat for the Chokeslam... but Darren Michaels gives him a swift kick to the knee!! Crimson doubles over, and Darren Michaels pulls him into a standing headscissors and lifts... POWER BOMB!! He just power bombed Crimson!! He goes for the cover... and Crimson kicks out at two and three quarters!! But Darren Michaels isn't done yet... he's going up to the top turnbuckle! Crimson gets up, reeling, and turns around... LONG BOMB!! Darren Michaels crashes into Crimson, taking him down hard!! He covers him and hooks a leg... and Crimson barely kicks out at the last fraction of an instant!! Crimson is one tough son of a bitch, and he's not staying down!

But now Darren Michaels picks him up again, and lifts him... and now he's muscling him up into a Gorilla Press!! What amazing power!! His teeth are gritted with the effort... and then his mouth opens in a long, mighty shout as he presses Crimson up and down above his head, showing off even greater strength!! This is unbelievable; the crowd is going nuts... and Darren Michaels presses Crimson up to his highest point... THEN BRINGS HIM DOWN INTO AN ACE CRUSHER!! Darren Michaels just hit a Gorilla Press into an Ace Crusher on Crimson, and that laid him out!! He goes for the cover... but two people are running out of the backstage entrance!! Jack Norman and Butch Manson!! Brendan Powers counts... but he only gets to two before Butch Manson reaches into the ring and pulls Darren Michaels out by the ankle!! Darren Michaels turns and drops Butch Manson with a big right hand... but Jack Norman clobbers him from behind, taking him down and causing a disqualification!! Damn it!!

Darren Michaels defeated Crimson by disqualification in 0:13:03.
Rating: -* 1/4
(Crimson retained the VCW World Title.)

Crimson will retain the title on a disqualification... but we're not done yet! Jack Norman throws Darren Michaels into the ring, where Crimson is getting up... and Crimson grabs Darren Michaels by the throat! He lifts him... CHOKESLAM!! The crowd explodes into boos... but here comes someone else! BASS ROGERS!! He runs to the ring, wielding a steel chair... and Butch Manson comes forward to intercept him, and promptly goes down to a huge chairshot! Jack Norman comes forward as well... and he also gets a chair to the face, and goes down hard! But Crimson's standing in the ring, over the fallen body of Darren Michaels, and he motions for Bass Rogers to come into the ring! They're gonna finish what they started earlier tonight!!

Bass Rogers slides into the ring, and Crimson immediately begins unloading on him with heavy, hammering blows. Bass Rogers drops the chair, and Crimson hauls him forward and whips him to the ropes... no, Bass Rogers reverses! He picks up his chair as Crimson goes into the ropes, then nails him with a huge chairshot when he comes off the other side! Crimson wobbles backwards into the ropes, and slumps against them... and Bass Rogers takes a running start, then nails him with a huge chairshot that sends him spilling over the top rope to the floor! Now Dean Sanders is running out of the backstage entrance, carrying two chairs, and he slides into the ring! He hands one chair off to Darren Michaels as he pulls himself to his feet, then stands guard with the other one as Crimson, Jack Norman, and Butch Manson regroup on the outside of the ring.

Jack Norman and Butch Manson are backing off, seeing all three of their opponents in the ring with chairs... but Crimson charges forward and slides into the ring! Dean Sanders immediately whacks him with a chair as he stands up, and he staggers over to Darren Michaels... and gets a chairshot from him as well! Nearly out on his feet, Crimson staggers to Bass Rogers... and Bass Rogers draws back, bellows loudly, and nails Crimson with a SICK chairshot to the head, knocking him flat to the mat!! Bass Rogers just laid Crimson out... and it looks like he busted him open hardway from that huge chairshot as well!! Crimson is down, and the crowd is going crazy as Bass Rogers, Dean Sanders, and "The Star Player" Darren Michaels celebrate on the inside of the ring! We're out of time... here are the brackets for the Survival of the Fittest Tournament, and we'll see you next week!!

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