Monday Night Wrestling 09/10/01 (VCW 136)
Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, returning live after a one week hiatus, coming to you tonight from the National Indoor Arena in England! We already know that one big main event match is scheduled for tonight, as the Survival of the Fittest Tournament winner, Johnny Smiles, teams with two VERY unlikely partners in Brujah and Troy Black to battle all three members of Hell's Bikers!! And that's not all; a mere eight days after Survival of the Fittest, you know some major developments have to be in the air! We can only guess at what...
Hold it, "Denial" by Sevendust just started playing, and the crowd boos loudly as Gabriel Black comes out of the backstage entrance, wearing the VCW Television Title... and for some reason, he's being accompanied by Derek Cole and Lance Errington! We know that Gabriel Black cost the Grave Digger a match against Lance Errington at Survival of the Fittest, but what's this about now? The crowd's boos grow even louder as they see who's with him. Gabriel Black leads the way to the ring, then climbs inside, followed by Lance Errington and Derek Cole. He calls for a microphone, and gets one...
G. Black: Before we get down to business, I will allow you all a moment to bask in the presence of your NEW VCW Television Champion.
Gabriel Black hands the microphone to Derek Cole, then climbs up to one of the top turnbuckles, takes off the VCW Television Title belt, and holds it high over his head to a chorus of boos. He goes around to each of the other three turnbuckles, posing with the title at the top of each, then steps back into the ring, puts the title belt over his shoulder, and takes the microphone back.
G. Black: Last night, as you should know, I defeated Brujah to win the VCW Television Title that I now carry. But that's not all that happened last night. Before we go on to the future, to bigger and better titles, and to my brother Troy, let us look back at the past. Let us look back at what became of the Grave Digger. Derek... perhaps you can provide some explanation for what we're about to see.
Gabriel Black hands the microphone to Derek Cole, and the ViolenTron shows a clip of the Lance Errington vs. Grave Digger match from Survival of the Fittest. Lance Errington is down, and Gabriel Black is nearing the ring as the Grave Digger stands over Jerry Rogers.
D. Cole: No problem. We're taking a look at the end of that match, and as you can see, that big, hamfisted tub of gristle, the Grave Digger, had just carelessly clobbered a VCW official. Now, he was no doubt going to get disqualified for that ANYWAY, but watch this...
The clip begins playing again on the ViolenTron. On the screen, Gabriel Black hops up on the apron. The Grave Digger approaches him, glaring and saying something, and Gabriel Black nails him in the side of the head with the VCW Television Title belt, sending him staggering back.
D. Cole: BAM!! Look at that! Right in the face! I don't know what that big horse's ass was thinking, but you do NOT mouth off to Gabriel Black. He learned that the hard way.
The clip continues, showing Gabriel Black climbing to the top turnbuckle, then leaping off to hit the Grave Digger with the Destiny Hammer.
D. Cole: And there's the Destiny Hammer! That's the move that built the longest World Title reign since the 1980s, and it just landed right upside the Grave Digger's oversized head! That ALONE would have done it... but here comes the best part. Watch this.
As the clip continues further, it shows the Grave Digger staggering back from the Destiny Hammer, into a swung pipe wrench in the hands of Lance Errington. The Grave Digger keels over, and Lance Errington covers him as Jerry Rogers comes around and makes the three-count.
D. Cole: And HERE we have the MAN himself, Lance Errington, proving all the critics wrong by LAYING the Grave Digger OUT!! Look at that!! He's flat on his back, and all because he was STUPID enough to mess with Lance Errington and Gabriel Black and pay the price. That was wonderful. Could we see that clip again?
The clip plays on the ViolenTron, and once again, it shows Gabriel Black hitting the Grave Digger first with the VCW Television Title belt, then with the Destiny Hammer, causing him to stagger back into the pipe wrench shot from Lance Errington that drops him for a three-count. Gabriel Black takes the microphone away from Derek Cole again.
G. Black: The truth of the matter is that I regret that it was necessary to do that. I am usually a merciful, tolerant man... sometimes forgiving to a fault. But it became clear that the Grave Digger needed to be eliminated. I was willing to forgive him for coming to VCW as part of Troy Black's soulless army of hired muscle. I was even perhaps willing to forgive him for hindering my search for Troy Black backstage one month ago. But two weeks ago, when he nearly came between me and my appointed hour of justice with Brujah, then had the GALL to put his hands on me, to threaten to become violent with me while KNOWING the delicate condition of my back... I knew something had to be done. And now, the Grave Digger has been laid to rest, another on the list of victims who crossed Gabriel Black and met their destiny.
The crowd boos loudly, and Gabriel Black stops to pace in the ring, then turns to the other two men.
G. Black: Lance, Derek... I'd like to thank you for your assistance at Survival of the Fittest. Furthermore, Lance... I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye in the past, but as I've said, I'm a forgiving man... and from this day forward, I bear you only goodwill, and a promise of aid if I can ever repay you.
Lance Errington and Derek Cole nod and smile, then both shake hands with Gabriel Black and leave the ring, beginning to head backstage. As they do, Gabriel Black raises the microphone again.
G. Black: Now, onto other matters... my brother, Troy Black. It remains a high priority of mine to bring him into the ring and dispense justice by ending his career. Unfortunately, he insists on showing his cowardice at every turn by hiding from the inevitable. At Survival of the Fittest, he threw Brujah in the way, but he didn't stop me. He didn't even slow me down. And because of his reluctance to face me, I now have a new plan to force a confrontation with my brother.
I sat down and thought about it after defeating Brujah, and I asked myself how I might motivate Troy to enter the ring with me. And the easiest answer was to ask "What motivates ANY wrestler?". There is one answer to that... one universal goal among everyone who steps into the ring... and that is to be a World Champion. So I've devisvt a plan that will benefit me in more ways than one. The VCW Television Title is a prestigious title, to be sure... but why stop here? Why not strive for more? And that is exactly what I will do. If Troy needs a reason to face me... let that reason be championship gold, put up on the line against his career, after I defeat Crimson to regain the VCW World Title!!
Wow, that's a big statement!! The crowd explodes into boos and murmurs, with a few cheers thrown in. Gabriel Black paces back and forth in the ring, smiling, as he gives them a second to die down, then continues.
G. Black: Troy challenged my VCW World Title reign twice before. The first time, I injured his neck and nearly ended his career. The second time he challenged me, by some utter fluke, he defeated me. Putting aside Spontaneous Combustion last year, because I kicked out of the backslide before three and everyone saw it... we have each defeated each other once in title matches. If Troy has any professional pride... if he ever aspires to the pinnacle of success in VCW again, he will accept my offer for a tiebreaker once I have the title. And if not, then I would suggest that he retire immediately, because there's simply no place for that sort of gutless, pathetic coward in VCW.
Gabriel Black has a valid point; if he had the VCW World Title, it'd be highly unusual for Troy Black to turn down a title shot if Gabriel offered one. But he may be overlooking one thing... that thing is six feet nine inches tall, nearly three hundred pounds, and arguably the baddest man in VCW history. He still has to defeat the VCW World Champion, Crimson, before this plan can be enacted.
G. Black: I was unable to enter the Survival of the Fittest tournament to earn a title shot at Wrestlewar... however, I don't feel that will be an issue. And in any case, I'm not concerned about that coveted Wrestlewar main event spot; I'm confident it will be mine, because I will surely win the title before Wrestlewar, and hold onto it for a long, long time. But let's cut through the formalities. I am Gabriel Black, the man with the greatest won-loss record in professional wrestling HISTORY, and on that basis I DEMAND a shot at Crimson and the VCW World--
Hold it, "Takin' Care Of Business" by Bachman-Turner Overdrive just started playing, and that brings out James Applebee! The crowd gives a mild round of cheers as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp, holding a microphone...
J. Applebee: You're making demands now, Gabriel? With all of your self-promotion aside, I think you're starting off on the wrong foot if you want to demand anything from me. First of all, I'm gonna tell you right now, your actions last night in the Lance Errington-Grave Digger match were COMPLETELY out of line. You blatantly cost the Grave Digger that match, after telling me just minutes earlier that Gabriel Black settles all his problems in the middle of the ring, like a man. What happened to face-to-face, one-on-one, man-to-man?
Gabriel Black sneers at James Applebee with undisguised contempt.
G. Black: You'd better remember who I am. Your rules don't apply to me. As for the Grave Digger... he's beneath my notice. He doesn't even deserve the honor of being in the same ring as me. He doesn't deserve the status that would come at official, sanctioned martyrdom by my hands. He may have won the VCW World Title, but he did it in a year when David Wright Hubbard lowered the title's stock with the weakest championship reign of all time, in a year when the title changed hands twice in one twenty-four hour period... in a year when an overrated, pompous backyard wrestler like Sandis Arlington was able to secure a main event spot in VCW. The Grave Digger may be a major phenomenon to you in these days, but during the Gabriel Black era of VCW, he would have been nothing more than another victim of the month.
J. Applebee: So, if I can sift through that load of excuses and self-hype, the gist of what you're saying is that you were LYING about not being a cheap shot artist. That's what I thought. But perhaps you ARE so overconfident as to think the Grave Digger's beneath your notice. I assure you, however, that he doesn't feel the same way about you. He's MAD at you, Gabriel.
G. Black: Surely he won't be back for more after Survival of the Fittest...
J. Applebee: Oh, he's back, all right. He's in the building, right here, TONIGHT.
The crowd cheers loudly, and Gabriel Black begins to look a little worried.
G. Black: Perhaps he was lucky. But his luck will soon run out if he persists in this course. I suggest that you convince him to refrain from doing anything foolish, because if my patience is tried by--
J. Applebee: Actually, it's already set in motion. I understand that this is your first time wrestling on VCW Monday Night Wrestling in seven months, so I wanted something special. Unfortunately, Crimson is already booked in a different match tonight, so I won't be granting the title shot that you "demanded" a few minutes ago. However... the Grave Digger is NOT booked. The only trouble is that he can't decide between you and Lance Errington who he wants to get his hands on more... so I figured, why not BOTH? Therefore, Gabriel, in your first VCW Monday Night Wrestling match in seven months, YOU, Gabriel Black, the VCW Television Champion, will team up with Lance Errington, and your opponents will be the VCW Intercontinental Champion, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, and the man you cost a victory last night, the GRAVE DIGGER.
G. Black: I'm afraid you're wrong there. Allow me to correct you. I choose when, where, and who I'll be wrestling... and I will NOT be teaming with Lance Errington tonight, I will NOT be setting foot inside the ring with the Grave Digger, and I will NOT be ordered around by a figurehead such as you. Perhaps I could be convinced to consider a title shot at Ken Collins, if you're so eager to see me face him... otherwise, if you'll not give me a title match with Crimson, I believe I'll simply go home.
J. Applebee: Go ahead, then. But before you do, think about this... I make the matches, not you. And I'll tell you up front that regardless of what your won-loss record might be, if you do not accept this match tonight, you won't be considered for ANY VCW World Title shots for the next TWELVE MONTHS!
The crowd cheers, and Gabriel Black's face twists in outrage as he stomps the mat and kicks the ropes. He doesn't like that one bit! He raises the microphone again, regaining his composure quickly.
G. Black: Very well, Applebee... but remember, this is your doing. The Grave Digger escaped destruction somehow last night. Tonight, I won't allow him to do so again. When the dust settles, and the Grave Digger has been utterly destroyed, don't blame me and Lance Errington. Blame yourself. Look in the mirror, and tell yourself that you have condemned the Grave Digger's career to a swift, brutal end. May God have mercy upon your soul.
"Denial" by Sevendust begins playing over the arena sound system, and Gabriel Black gives James Applebee an iron stare from inside the ring. The match is made, with Lance Errington and Gabriel Black against Ken Collins and the Grave Digger tonight, but what will Gabriel Black do to the Grave Digger? Or should we be asking what the Grave Digger will do to Gabriel Black? There will be trouble a-brewing tonight, we know it! But right now, we're going to go to a promotional video taped sometime last week, sent in by "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot of all people! We don't know WHAT to expect here...
At A Nursing Home...
Tom Guycot is shown standing behind the counter at a kitchen in a nursing home cafeteria. He's wearing his usual skeleton costume and mask, but also a red apron over it with "WRESTLE THE COOK" written on it in bright yellow letters. He's serving trays of food to people in line, but then he stops for a second to look at the camera.
T. Guycot: Greetings, comrades. You currently look at "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot, a VCW wrestler. But in my free time, I have chosen to display a false veneer of inner kindness by working here at this nursing home as a cook. In order to enact this charade, I have confronted the real cook privately and dealt him such a blow to the head as to require his immediate removal to the hospital. Thus, his job--and his wallet, and the keys to his car--are MINE.
A fairly well-muscled man with a long, gray beard and his hair pinned up under a stocking cap is standing at the counter, waiting for food, and he seems to be getting a bit impatient as Tom Guycot talks to the camera.
Man: Hey, Grim Reaper, I haven't been served yet, okay? Less talk, more food, please?
T. Guycot: How rude! ... And yet, duty calls. But wait just a bit...
Tom Guycot looks at the man intently, and the man quickly becomes agitated.
Man: Hey, quit staring at me! What's the matter, you goon?
T. Guycot: I know you! You're no nursing home resident!!
Tom Guycot quickly reaches out and pulls off the man's beard and stocking cap, revealing that he was really "Doctor" Dave Adams in disguise. The other nursing home residents in line gasp in shock.
D. Adams: Aw, crap, he's on to me! You'll pay for that, you bone-faced bastard!
Dave Adams grabs a bowl of steaming-hot soup from across the counter and sloshes it into Tom Guycot's face, causing him to stagger back, clutching at his face and howling in pain. Dave Adams quickly jumps the counter and begins hammering Tom Guycot with repeated right hands, then scoops him up and rams him back-first into a corner of a nearby shelf.
T. Guycot: OUCH!! My ORGANS!! You're BRUISING them!!
Dave Adams bodyslams Tom Guycot on the floor of the kitchen, then begins stomping at him as he gets up. Tom Guycot gets to his feet and throws a groggy punch at Dave Adams, but Dave Adams ducks it, then grabs him and gives him the Doctor's Orders through a wooden table full of trays. Tom Guycot crashes through the table and lies limp in the wreckage, and the nursing home residents begin applauding and cheering wildly for Dave Adams.
D. Adams: Wait a second, folks, we're not done yet...
Dave Adams pulls Tom Guycot up, then grabs the back of his mask and thrusts him face-first into a large kettle of steaming-hot soup. Tom Guycot begins thrashing wildly, his arms waving frantically at his sides, and bubbles churn and froth in the soup, but Dave Adams presses down harder, holding his head under. But then Tom Guycot goes limp, and Dave Adams quickly drops him, then gives him a horrified stare. Tom Guycot flops down onto the floor, not moving.
D. Adams: Oh, crap... I think I killed the bastard! Hey, Vivacia... get over here quick! He needs CPR!!
Nurse Vivacia quickly runs onto the scene, kneels at Tom Guycot's side, and begins giving him CPR through the mask. As she does, Tom Guycot suddenly moves, reaching a hand around to grab her butt. She squeals and jumps back with an angry glare.
N. Vivacia: Pervert! Just who do you think you are!?
D. Adams: You son of a bitch! Take this!
Dave Adams grabs the kettle and dumps its contents out onto the floor, then raises it high as Tom Guycot starts to stand, and brings it down hard on his masked head. Tom Guycot goes down in a heap, and Dave Adams glares at him, then stomps on him a couple times. Then he looks up, looking satisfied.
D. Adams: Okay, and that's... good! Cut the cameras and get the tape!
Nurse Vivacia turns to look directly the camera and immediately rolls her eyes and groans in exasperation.
N. Vivacia: Oh, great, there's nobody at the camera!
D. Adams: What!? Is it even ON?
N. Vivacia: Yeah, it's on.
Tom Guycot gets up off of the floor.
T. Guycot: Is something wrong?
D. Adams: Yeah, there's nobody at this camera.
T. Guycot: So has it become necessary to tape the whole thing again?
D. Adams: No, I'll just cut it off, then we'll send it in. Remind me to edit out all the stuff after the fight before we send it.
T. Guycot: Never fear. I swear by the Seven Feathers of the Great Eagle Goddess that it will be done.
Dave Adams gives Tom Guycot a puzzled stare.
D. Adams: You're a damn weirdo, man. And this better work...
Dave Adams reaches forward and turns off the camera, ending the scene abruptly.
What the hell was that!? It looks like Dave Adams and Tom Guycot went to great lengths to tape a video of themselves fighting in a nursing home, but WHY!? What could possibly be their motive for this!? We've had reason to suspect that Tom Guycot is somewhat of an oddball, but apart from the fact that he pretends to be a gynecologist in order to pick up women, Dave Adams has been fairly normal by comparison. How'd he get wrapped up in this?
We may find out, because we'll see "Doctor" Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia in our opening match. "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Nurse Vivacia, dressed to wrestle and accompanied by Dave Adams, as the crowd gives a confused round of boos. Obviously, they don't know what to make of that video we just saw. Nurse Vivacia will be competing in the ring tonight, just as she did in the Waste-of-Time against "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon in what was Heather Dannon's final VCW match, and Dave Adams will be at ringside. Nurse Vivacia climbs into the ring, and exchanges a few words with Dave Adams. It doesn't seem as though they know that their video didn't go off exactly as intended...
And now "The Dance" by the Music begins playing over the arena sound system, and Pauline Vietjohn comes out of the backstage entrance, to a modest round of cheers from the crowd. She poses at the top of the ramp, then jogs to the ring and slides inside. This will be her VCW on-screen debut, and apparently VCW officials have much more confidence in her abilities tonight than they did in the last new female worker in VCW, Heather Dannon. Pauline Vietjohn turns to the crowd and dances to her music, but then Nurse Vivacia clobbers her from behind! VCW referee Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!
Pauline Vietjohn
vs.
Nurse Vivacia
w/"Doctor" Dave Adams
Nurse Vivacia assaults Pauline Vietjohn with some basic brawling moves to start the match, but when she whips Pauline Vietjohn into the ropes, Pauline comes off with a running leaping forearm smash that takes Vivacia down! Pauline Vietjohn brings Nurse Vivacia down again with a rather sloppy spinning headscissors, then backs her to a corner with a series of weak forearms, whips her to the other side, then runs in after her, leaps up, and flings her back into the ring with a monkey flip! When Pauline Vietjohn runs into the ropes, Dave Adams trips her from the outside, and Nurse Vivacia knocks her down with a clothesline and retakes the advantage. She bodyslams Pauline Vietjohn, then hammers her with several punches and whips her to a corner, but Pauline runs up the turnbuckles and leaps backwards at Nurse Vivacia with an amazing TWISTING MOONSAULT DROPKICK!! Unfortunately, that awe-inspiring move misses Nurse Vivacia by a good foot and a half.
Pauline Vietjohn gets up quickly, and Nurse Vivacia stares at her blankly for a second, then rushes at her, but Pauline Vietjohn pivots and nails her with a superkick that knocks her off her feet. With Nurse Vivacia down, Pauline Vietjohn steps out to the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Dave Adams begins sneaking up behind her... but Tom Guycot slips out from under the ring, grabs Dave Adams, and begins punching him! Dave Adams and Tom Guycot begin trading blows and brawling up the aisle, and Pauline Vietjohn leaps off the top with the LEAP OF FAITH!! That's what she calls the senton bomb that she uses to finish her matches, and it connects on Nurse Vivacia! She covers, and Jerry Rogers counts to three!
Pauline Vietjohn
pinned Nurse Vivacia with the Leap of Faith in 0:02:48.
Rating: -3/4*
Pauline Vietjohn has won the match, to a small round of cheers from the crowd. She poses for the crowd for a second, then slides out of the ring and jogs backstage. She has made a successful VCW debut, but it remains to be seen how she'll fare against women with proven track records in VCW, like Christina Ellis, Komachi, and Virginia. Nurse Vivacia gets up after a few moments and begins staggering backstage as well, and now we're ready to move on.
Now "What'chu Lookin' At?" by Uncle Kracker begins playing over the arena sound system, and here come Brian Rivera and Stormy Weathers, as the crowd boos loudly. At Survival of the Fittest, Brian Rivera was on the losing end of what many might call the stupidest match in VCW history, but you wouldn't know that by his actions today; he's shucking and jiving and grinning like a fool as he comes to the ring, just as he always does. They enter the ring together... and Brian Rivera grabs a microphone? Oh, no...
B. Rivera: You see, it's me, it's me, my name's Brian and it starts with a "B"! And I tell you what, bubba, we got some big news! Stormy has a mystery partner for me who's so bad-ass that even HE won't tell me who it is! Can y'all believe that? So we're finna whoop the Wrecking Crew tonight, and then me and my new partner are gonna kick ass, take names, and get merry like Christmas, boy! Tell 'em, Stormy!
Stormy Weathers takes the microphone from Brian Rivera, with a malicious grin on his face. What could this be? Who is this mystery partner!
S. Weathers: Oh, yeah... Stormy's really gonna shock the world on this one! Maybe you'll remember last year in VCW, there was this Japanese wrestler who was taking this whole damn company by storm. He set a new standard for greatness in VCW! He had great matches with all of VCW's best workers and top stars! He had even die-hard ignorant American fans who had never seen a damn Japanese wrestling tape in their life watching his every move!! And then... he had to leave. He had to go back where he came from, even though he had the VCW fans eating out of his hand. But now... ol' Stormy done brought him back to America, and he'll be sticking around for a whole lot longer for six months this time.
Wait a minute... is he talking about who we think he's talking about? Stormy couldn't pull this off... could he?
S. Weathers: So, without any further ado, delay, rigmarole, hogwash, nonsense, or gobbledygack, here he is, folks... the GREATEST wrestler ever to come out of Japan, here to take VCW by storm once again...
Stormy Weathers points to the backstage entrance, pausing dramatically, and the crowd goes into a hush...
S. Weathers: LAAAAAYYYYYDIES and GENTLEMEN, this is HAIGEIKOBAI!!
WHAT!? Oh, NO... not HIM!! "Kung Fu Fighting" by Carl Douglas begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into a huge round of boos! This is terrible news! Everyone thought that his neck had been broken, and without a doubt, they're very disappointed to learn of his recovery. The boos get even louder as THE MAN himself, Haigeikobai, steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing a cheap Japanese bathrobe and a Kabuki mask. This time, his hair is a giant afro rather than a series of braids, but that's about all that's changed. He walks towards the ring, doing a stupid dance that looks like a bizarre cross between disco and Kabuki, and the crowd continues booing loudly. Someone throws an empty water bottle at him, which glances off of his head, and he crumples to the floor in a motionless heap.
S. Weathers: Come on, Haigeikobai, get up, boy! You ain't got time to be sleeping on the job! Get up!!
Haigeikobai remains motionless on the mat. This is just pathetic, really...
S. Weathers: Get in the ring, you damn poop head! We ain't got all day!
Haigeikobai is still motionless on the floor, and finally Stormy Weathers rolls out of the ring, hauls him up with effort, then rolls him in under the bottom rope. He rolls Haigeikobai's motionless form into a corner, then pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and begins fanning him. Brian Rivera, staring incredulously, grabs Stormy's discarded microphone...
B. Rivera: Naw, Stormy... you're just playing, right? I mean, this punk-ass loser ain't REALLY my partner, is he?
Stormy Weathers gets up and snatches the microphone from Brian Rivera.
S. Weathers: Haigeikobai ain't no loser, boy! He's a former VCW World Tag Team Champion! And that's more than I can say for you and your little Annihilators back in the day. You gotta trust ol' Stormy on this... he's a killing machine, son! He's so tough, one time he broke into Mike Tyson's house, stole his silverware, then tied his own arms behind his back, waited for Tyson to come home, and kicked him square in the balls when he stepped in the front door!
Brian Rivera starts to reply, but now "Domination" by Pantera begins playing, and that brings out Blade and John Uldwall, the Wrecking Crew! They're storming to the ring with menacing scowls on their faces, and it looks like Brian Rivera is in for a beating, in what basically amounts to a handicap match, since his tag team partner is the most worthless man in wrestling history. Stormy Weathers rolls Haigeikobai's limp carcass out to the apron, and the Wrecking Crew slide into the ring, with no sympathy for Brian Rivera's plight or mercy on their faces. Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!
Brian Rivera &
Haigeikobai
w/Stormy Weathers
vs.
Wrecking Crew
This match goes about as one could expect. Brian Rivera's a decent wrestler, and could possibly hold his own against the Wrecking Crew if he had a good partner, but as Haigeikobai remains limp and motionless on the apron, that's not the case. Brian Rivera gets in a few good licks where he can, trying to survive as long as possible, but the two-on-one odds are way too much for him, and he ends up taking a king-sized beating from the Wrecking Crew. He seems ready to give up, but then Haigeikobai finally gets up, recovering from that devestating empty plastic bottle to the head. Brian Rivera sees that and low-blows Blade, then scrambles to his corner and makes the tag! Well, this match is officially over now...
Haigeikobai leaps into the ring over the top rope, then strikes a few martial arts poses as Blade gets up, still doubled over in pain. Blade finally looks up, and Haigeikobai yells "FEE-AAH!!" in a shrill voice, then thrusts his hand forward into the underside of Blade's jaw in the BROOKLYN DEATH GRIP!! Haigeikobai squints his eyes as his jaw clenches in a toothy rictus, and he begins headbanging frantically as he applies pressure... but Blade just looks at him with a raised eyebrow, as if not quite sure what to make of this nonsense. Finally, he pulls Haigeikobai forward and knees him in the gut. Haigeikobai doubles over, and Blade hooks him in a standing headscissors... POWER BOMB!! That's all! Blade puts a foot over Haigeikobai's chest, and gets the easy three-count.
The Wrecking Crew
defeated Brian Rivera and Haigeikobai when Blade pinned
Haigeikobai after a power bomb in 0:04:14.
Rating: 1/2*
Blade and John Uldwall raise their hands in triumph as the crowd cheers, then leave the ring and immediately begin heading backstage, their work here done. Brian Rivera, meanwhile, is arguing with Stormy Weathers, and gesturing towards Haigeikobai's limp carcass in the ring with noticable contempt. And now he's calling for a microphone again...
B. Rivera: Stormy, if you think I'm gonna go on teaming with that weak-ass buster, you better think again, Colonel Sanders. So I tell you what. I'm gonna get me a new partner, full-time, so I ain't gotta deal with a bunch of chump-ass mystery partners, and if I was you, I'd send Captain Japan here back to whatever geisha house you found him at, my friend!
Brian Rivera throws down the microphone and begins storming up the ramp! Stormy Weathers starts to follow after him, trying to negotiate with him, but Brian Rivera shoves his palm in Stormy's face and yells "TALK TO THE HAND, CAUSE THE FACE AIN'T LISTENING, BUBBA!" then keeps walking! He's going to get a new tag team partner... but who? We saw him get some assistance from Buff Bagwell in the Arkansas Hog Pen Match, but hopefully it's NOT him; nobody wants to see Buff Bagwell in a VCW ring again.
As Stormy Weathers returns to the ring and tries to revive the limp remains of Haigeikobai, let's go backstage now, to a camera on Pauline Vietjohn in the dressing rooms!
Backstage...
Pauline Vietjohn is shown walking into a dressing room, wearing a white bathrobe. Her blue hair is wet and plastered to her head, as it appears she's just finished showering after her match. She starts to open the robe, but stops and looks up when Heather Dannon suddenly approaches her, giving her a nasty glare.
H. Dannon: Well, well, well... it looks like, unlike me, you won your match with Nurse Vivacia. And it looks like, unlike me, you actually have a JOB here. You're WRESTLING on national television for a five-figure salary, and I'm living in my parents' basement, and I don't even have enough money to replace my Playstation 2 after my kid sister spilled chocolate milk on it.
P. Vietjohn: Heather... I--
H. Dannon: Oh, before I forget, here are your pants. Thanks for letting me borrow them.
Heather Dannon reaches into her bag and pulls out the pajama bottoms that Pauline Vietjohn loaned her two weeks ago. Pauline Vietjohn takes them, looking at Heather Dannon strangely.
P. Vietjohn: Um... okay... you're welcome, I guess...
H. Dannon: Save it. Letting me borrow your pants doesn't make up for stabbing me in the back. We were friends, Pauline. No, we were CLOSER than friends. We were as close as two women can be unless they're sisters or mother and daughter or they're gay and they marry each other or something. Or so I thought. Because you took MY spot in VCW, a spot that you didn't even deserve. You're not even a real wrestling fan! You just started watching wrestling a few years ago because you thought Jeff Hardy and Troy Black were hot! But I was BORN to wrestle. While you were playing with Barbie dolls or whatever, my parents took me up to Toronto to see Wrestlemania VI. I saw Hulk Hogan wrestle the Ultimate Warrior, LIVE, when I was a little girl. I was THERE.
See, I deserve to be wrestling MUCH more than you do. It's my dream. For you, it's just an alternative to working... for me, it is the PURPOSE of my LIFE. But instead, you know what I have to do? I had to put in an application at Burger King. That's right, BURGER KING. Would you like fries with that, Pauline? You can have it YOUR way. Thank you, please pull around to the first window!
Pauline Vietjohn takes a step back, then smiles uneasily and offers a shaky, nervous hand to Heather Dannon.
P. Vietjohn: Heather... you're babbling. Come on, calm down. We'll go out, I'll buy you dinner--
Heather Dannon swats Pauline's hand away.
H. Dannon: So you think you can kill my lifelong dream and then buy me off with some fish and chips or a pizza or something? No, Pauline, dinner won't make it better. The only thing that will make it better is sweet, sweet REVENGE. Little do you know, I have already begun to avenge your treachery.
P. Vietjohn: What are you talking about?
A nasty grin crosses Heather Dannon's face.
H. Dannon: Remember how I borrowed the twenty-three dollars you needed for your little brother's birthday present and didn't give it back to you on time?
P. Vietjohn: Yeah, he was pretty disappointed. But don't worry about it now, Heather. I make enough money here, and--
H. Dannon: Oh, this is the best part. I called him up and told him that the REAL reason you didn't give him a birthday present is because you don't love him, and you think he's a stupid brat.
Pauline Vietjohn flinches back, hurt showing plainly on her face.
P. Vietjohn: What!? Heather, no...
Heather nods with a wicked smile, then leans in closer to Pauline.
H. Dannon: And that's not all. I met up with your boyfriend a few nights ago, put the moves on him, and told him to come by my parents' basement later on for a night of hot, passionate sex.
Pauline Vietjohn screws her eyes shut and turns away from Heather Dannon.
P. Vietjohn: Nooo...
H. Dannon: He didn't, for some reason. He acted all insulted that I'd even ask him, and started going on about how he's deeply in love with you, and how you're much more physically attractive than I am anyway, and so on, and so on, but that's not important. The point is that I TRIED to sleep with your boyfriend, because I'm MAD at you.
Pauline Vietjohn stares at Heather Dannon with hurt, pleading eyes as she begins to speak.
P. Vietjohn: Heather, come on, it doesn't have to be--
H. Dannon: Oh, and just before I came in, I bought a carton of eighteen eggs, and every single last one of them is splattered across your rental car. Well... sixteen of them, anyway. I missed twice. Hey, I'm not perfect. But still... it's a MESS, Pauline. And YOU have to drive it tonight.
P. Vietjohn: Why are you doing these terrible things, Heather!? It's not my fault! I'm sorry you didn't get the job, and I've tried asking the Commissioner to let you back in, but he--
H. Dannon: Terrible things? You think THIS is terrible? This is just the beginning. What happens next will be terrible. I guess you could say that what's happening now is actually HALFWAY DECENT by comparison to how it's gonna be soon.
P. Vietjohn: What are you saying?
H. Dannon: Let me put it to you this way... maybe there's only so much I can do, because thanks to you, I'm just a loser who's trying to get hired in fast food restaurants, living with her parents, can't get a date off of a calender, and doesn't have any REAL friends. So maybe I'm powerless to do anything, and maybe you've won. But if you think that nobody's gonna stand up for fairness and vengance, you're wrong. You may have seen the last of Heather Dannon... well, maybe not, because my parents still live six houses down from yours and everything... but the point is, mark my words, my dreams WILL be AVENGED.
Heather Dannon sneers at Pauline Vietjohn, then turns and walks out of the dressing room, leaving Pauline Vietjohn staring after her, looking worried, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
That was rather strange, to say the least... but Heather Dannon shouldn't even be here. She is no longer employed by VCW after losing to Nurse Vivacia at the Waste-of-Time before Survival of the Fittest, and if the H.A.R.P. Squad catches her, they'll toss her out as surely as they would any backstage interloper. Her cryptic words to Pauline Vietjohn might be worthy of consideration, but let's not forget that they won't be settling their differences in a VCW ring anytime soon, because Heather Dannon is NOT a VCW employee, end of story. But how did she follow us all the way to England, anyway!?
"Holding Out For A Hero" by Bonnie Tyler begins playing over the arena sound system now, and we're going on to our next match. The crowd cheers wildly, and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor comes jogging out of the backstage entrance, slapping hands with the fans and smiling, then slides into the ring. But his smile fades into a more serious look as he calls for a microphone. We know that he lost the Submission Match against Chris Champlain at Blood and Thunder, but it was due to concern for Chris Champlain rather than his own body. Could this be about that?
R. Taylor: Hello, everyone. I'm glad you all came out to support me and cheer me on, but... I have something to say. As many of you know, eight days ago, I did a terrible thing, when I threw Chris Champlain from the top turnbuckle through a table made of glass.
The crowd explodes into cheers; by their estimation, it wasn't such a terrible thing at all! Russel Taylor smiles weakly and shakes his head.
R. Taylor: I appreciate that you can still cheer for me after that, but the fact is, it was a foolish, dangerous thing to do. But please, learn from my horrible mistake. Let this be a lesson to EVERYBODY... don't EVER throw a person off of the top turnbuckle through a glass table, because you might hurt them very badly!
Somehow, it seems unlikely that many people in the crowd will be able to apply that lesson in their lives. They give a confused pop anyway, and Russel Taylor nods.
R. Taylor: Anyway, my thoughts and prayers are with Chris Champlain as he recovers from his injuries... and when and if he comes back to VCW, I'd like to be the first to say this to him: you need to stop hurting people, because it's NOT NICE!!
Russel Taylor tosses aside the microphone to another confused round of cheers from the crowd, and now "Tziganne" by Bozzio, Levin, and Stevens begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Monty Pompous steps out of the backstage entrance, carrying a microphone. He's scheduled to wrestle Russel "The Muscle" Taylor tonight in one-on-one competition, but evidently he has something to say first...
M. Pompous: Your story grows tiresome, lad. Instead of listening to the mindless meanderings of an incompetent LOSER such as yourself, I will allow these people to bask in the glory of a warrior who emerged triumphant in his battle at Survival of the Fittest... that being none other than Monty Pompous.
Monty Pompous takes a low, sweeping bow to the crowd on each side, and is rewarded with a chorus of boos. He strides to the ring, then climbs inside and looks at Russel "The Muscle" Taylor.
M. Pompous: You and I are scheduled to do battle tonight, in this ring... but you're a strapping young buck, without doubt, and it would be a shame for you to be humiliated tonight by an elite gentleman adventurer such as myself. Therefore, in consideration of your vastly inferior talents and meager mental capacity, I shall turn about and remove my dress clothing, giving you the opportunity to withdraw from the ring with honor, and more importantly with your bodily health intact.
Monty Pompous turns his back on Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, and begins taking off his silk shirt and slacks. He strips down to his wrestling trunks and boots, then tuns around, and his eyes narrow in a glare when he sees that Russel Taylor is still there.
M. Pompous: What is this!? I have given you ample opportunity to retreat, and yet I turn around and find you still here? Very well; I see that you are an arrogant villain and I despise you from my soul. The sound drubbing you will now be dealt is a result of your own foolishness, peasant!
Monty Pompous rushes forward and throws a punch, but Russel Taylor blocks it, then begins opening up on Monty Pompous with several right hands of his own! VCW referee Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!
Monty Pompous
vs.
Russel "The Muscle" Taylor
This match doesn't feature much technical wrestling or death-defying aerial moves, but both competitors wrestle with a lot of energy and quickness, trading power moves and showing a lot of fundamental prowess. After a few minutes, Monty Pompous takes control of the match by backdropping out of a Power Bomb attempt, sending Russel Taylor crashing out over the top rope to the floor. Monty Pompous proceeds to rough Russel Taylor up in a brawl at ringside, then brings him back in and gets a near fall with a chokeslam. Feeling that the end's in sight, he hooks Russel Taylor for the Swashbuckler, but Russel Taylor counters that with a jawbreaker!
Russel Taylor takes control next, felling Monty Pompous with a series of clotheslines, then tossing him around with a few nice power moves. He lifts Monty Pompous for a Gorilla Press in an amazing display of power, but Monty Pompous slips out behind him, knees him in the back, then tosses him out of the ring, through the ropes. Monty Pompous goes to ask Linda Peterson a question, but when she takes her eyes off of Russel Taylor, someone begins coming out of the back! It's Jockey Oldcastle again!! We saw him at Survival of the Fittest, fighting off Buff Bagwell to stop a three-on-one attack on Monty Pompous, but what's he doing here? Russel Taylor's getting up on the outside... and Jockey Oldcastle scoops him up, then ramps him back-first into the steel ringpost! Jockey Oldcastle slams Russel Taylor down on the ringside floor, then backs up, takes a few running steps, and leaps on him with a BIG SPLASH!! Russel Taylor convulses on the floor, and Jockey Oldcastle backs up, then runs forward and gives him a second BIG SPLASH!! He's probably over four hundred pounds, and he just splashed Russel Taylor TWICE!
Jockey Oldcastle gets up and steps around to the other side of the ring, but the damage is done as Linda Peterson turns around! Monty Pompous exchanges a smile with Jockey Oldcastle as she begins counting Russel "The Muscle" Taylor out, and it doesn't look like he'll be able to answer the ten-count. Indeed, he's just barely starting to get up when Linda Peterson gets to ten and calls for the bell, ending this match!
Monty Pompous
defeated Russel Taylor via countout in 0:05:40.
Rating: 3/4*
Thanks to Jockey Oldcastle, Monty Pompous has just stolen a victory! Jockey Oldcastle climbs into the ring and raises Monty Pompous's hand. Monty Pompous smiles and hugs Jockey Oldcastle, patting him on the back, then calls for a microphone. Is this a permanent new alliance?
M. Pompous: I warned you, villain. Now you have been defeated. Feast your eyes upon the two greatest gentlemen warriors in VCW, Monty Pompous and my new ally, Jockey Oldcastle!!
The crowd boos as Jockey Oldcastle raises his arms high in the air and bellows loudly... but wait!! Someone just stepped out of the backstage entrance... DEAN SANDERS!! The crowd explodes into cheers! Dean Sanders is standing at the top of the ramp, dressed in an Armani suit, and he has a microphone...
D. Sanders: What's this I hear about some musclebound lout from the colonies calling himself the greatest gentleman warrior in VCW?
Monty Pompous turns in shock to see Dean Sanders... he clearly wasn't expecting this! Dean Sanders raises his microphone to continue before Monty can speak.
D. Sanders: You must realize, of course, that it is an extreme embarrassment for VCW's return to England--my home country--to be tarnished by two oafish Yanks proclaiming themsleves to be great gentleman warriors while I'M still with the company. I was a member of the Golden Society, if you'll recall. And I AM a member of Stiff Competition. And I'll not sit by and listen to the idle prattling of two ignorant hooligans who try to get themselves over by aping Errol Flynn and Shakespeare's Falstaff!
The crowd cheers again, but this time, Monty Pompous raises his microphone indignantly.
M. Pompous: Yes, yes, that's all fine and good. Get the hometown crowd roused behind you, and all that. But I care not. You and all of your countrymen are nothing more than a great lot of football-obsessed, rotten-toothed, queer-talking second-class would-be Americans!
The crowd boos loudly, and several pieces of trash are wadded up and thrown at Monty Pompous in the ring. Monty Pompous just looks around at the trash in disgust.
M. Pompous: And they're litterbugs, too! Look at this dreadful mess!!
D. Sanders: If you think that's a mess, wait until you've seen what's left of you when I'm done.
Dean Sanders tosses aside the microphone and runs to the ring, and the crowd explodes into cheers! Jockey Oldcastle rushes him as he slides into the ring, hammering him with a few clubbing blows, but Dean Sanders gives Jockey Oldcastle a few stiff shots to his ample midsection, doubling him over, as he gets up! Monty Pompous rushes in and throws a punch at Dean Sanders, but Dean Sanders blocks it, grabs him by the hair, grabs Jockey Oldcastle by the hair, and bangs their heads together! Monty Pompous goes down, and Jockey Oldcastle staggers back... so Dean Sanders rushes at Oldcastle, then knocks him off his feet with a lariat!!
Monty Pompous gets up and rushes Dean Sanders with a big boot, but Dean Sanders catches his foot and twists, causing him to fall over onto his face! Dean Sanders keeps a hold on his foot and drops down into a reverse kneebar, and the crowd cheers wildly as Monty Pompous struggles, then starts tapping out!! But now Jockey Oldcastle's up again, and he rushes forward with a Big Splash, but Dean Sanders releases the kneebar and rolls out of the way, and Jockey Oldcastle wipes out face-first on the mat! He starts getting up, but Dean Sanders boosts himself up to the second turnbuckle, then comes off to cut Jockey Oldcastle down with a big clothesline from the second turnbuckle when he gets up! Jockey Oldcastle and Monty Pompous roll out of the ring, and Dean Sanders is standing dominant in front of his hometown crowd, as they cheer him on wildly! What a way to make a comeback!! And he didn't even wrinkle his suit!!
As Jockey Oldcastle and Monty Pompous regroup on the outside, we're going to go backstage, where Commissioner Applebee is meeting with the Ontario Colour Show! Let's see that now.
Backstage...
Owen Addison, Paul Canyon, and Tim Bell are sitting backstage in a locker room, when a knock comes at the door and VCW Commissioner James Applebee enters the room.
O. Addison: Commissioner... what's up?
J. Applebee: I wanted to congratulate you two on winning the number-one contenders' match at Survival of the Fittest, and say that, on a personal level, it was great to see you competing together again. And now, as a result of that match, you've earned a shot at the Tough Customers, and they've said they're ready for it tonight, right now, if you are.
P. Canyon: You know we are. We--
O. Addison: No.
P. Canyon: What?
J. Applebee: No? You don't want the match tonight? Your shoulder's probably still troubling you, I imagine. But I can fit the match in next week, or the week after, or--
O. Addison: We don't want the match, PERIOD. I was there to help out a friend, nothing more. So we won... that's fine. But that doesn't mean we're a tag team again, full-time.
James Applebee stares at Owen Addison, confused.
J. Applebee: So... wait. You WON the number-one contenders's spot, and now you don't WANT it?
O. Addison: That's right. We're not a tag team, remember. I was just helping a friend, because his regular tag team partner--and that's Tim Bell, not me--is hurt.
P. Canyon: Come on, don't do this! We could be the champions again!
O. Addison: I stuck my neck out for you at Survival of the Fittest, and it cost me my match against Jacob Idol. I should have beaten him. But I didn't sacrifice myself like that so we could be a team again... I sacrificed myself for YOU, because you're my friend, and you were getting killed out there against the Bikers. But now, I'm done sacrificing myself. We're not a team, and that's the end of the story.
Paul Canyon steps forward, his hands trembling, and a desperate look on his face.
P. Canyon: Come on. Think it over. We can take the shot in a week or two. If it's about Jacob Idol... forget about him. I'll take care of him tonight, one-on-one. But I want you to team up with me in a week or two, and we'll win those titles back.
O. Addison: I'll think about it, but I can tell you right now what the answer will be... it'll be no. Go ahead and take Jacob Idol on tonight, because we're sure not taking a title shot.
J. Applebee: Very well. I hope you change your minds; I know all of our fans would like to see you performing together again. So the Tough Customers won't be facing you tonight...
M. Lazzario: Whoa, wait!
Moy Lazzario and Bobby Danson, the New Immortals, suddenly hurry into the room, backed by Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael.
M. Lazzario: We were just passing through, and I want to make sure we heard this right. They don't want a title shot tonight, so the Tough Customers don't have opponents?
J. Applebee: Well... yes, that's the case right now...
B. Danson: Then Commissioner, have we got a deal for you! Why don't you get the Tough Customers to take a match with the best tag team VCW has to offer, the New Immortals?
J. Applebee: I don't know about that. You two lost to the American Males at the Waste-of-Time, and that was pretty pathetic...
M. Lazzario: I can assure you, that won't happen again. We're all business tonight, sir. We're ready to step up to the next level!
B. Danson: Yeah!
M. Lazzario: We're ready to take the ball and run with it!
B. Danson: Yeah!!
M. Lazzario: We're ready to launch our careers to infinity and BEYOND!
B. Danson: YEAH!!
M. Lazzario: We're ready to stick our left foot in, and take our left foot out, then stick our left foot in and shake it all about, because when you do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around... THAT, my friend, is what it's ALL about!!
B. Danson: Huh?
M. Lazzario: It's a figure of speech.
B. Danson: No, it's not.
M. Lazzario: Come on, just work with me here.
J. Applebee: Listen, you two... normally, I'm not in the habit of giving VCW World Tag Team Title shots to just anybody, but the Tough Customers haven't defended their titles in several weeks, and frankly, you're the only option for tonight if the Ontario Colour Show won't take their shot. Go on out to the ring, and I'm sure you get what's coming to y--er, I mean, you'll get your match.
B. Danson: DUDE!! This is totally awesome!
Bobby Danson starts playing air guitar and banging his head, but Moy Lazzario stops him.
M. Lazzario: Come on, that's the Heavy Metal Express's gimmick. We can't steal that.
B. Danson: Shut up, Vince McMahon, or I'm gonna bury my boot six feet deep in your ass, and that's the bottom line, 'cause Bobby Danson said so!
M. Lazzario: Okay... now I take it you're TRYING to steal Steve Austin's gimmick, but you're not doing too good a job of it.
B. Danson: Actually, I was trying to steal Rick Clark's gimmick, and I thought I was doing a fine and dandy job of it. Besides, you're the guy who uses the Thesz press and Ace Crusher in every one of our matches.
J. Applebee: Hey, guys... you DO have a title shot, you know. You might want to start heading for the ring.
M. Lazzario: Whatever you say, boss! You're the chief!
The New Immortals turn and walk away, followed by Nicole and Mongo, and James Applebee stares after them in confusion. Paul Canyon shakes his head.
P. Canyon: If this is what passes for tag team competition when we're not on the scene... VCW NEEDS the Ontario Colour Show to reform.
James Applebee shrugs, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
Here we are at ringside, and we're about to see that match! "Riders On The Storm" by Creed just started playing, and that brings out the New Immortals, the team of "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, along with Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael. They walk to the ring, with the crowd booing them, as they smile and wave to the fans. They climb inside, and grab microphones...
M. Lazzario: Hi, I'm "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario.
B. Danson: And I'm his tag team--
Hold it, "War Machine" by KISS just hit the arena sound system, and it doesn't look like the New Immortals will get their usual ring introductions! Here come the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Tough Customers! The crowd explodes into cheers as Bass Rogers and "The Star Player" Darren Michaels come out of the backstage entrance, wearing the VCW World Tag Team Titles, and accompanied by Dean Sanders. We saw Dean Sanders rough up Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle earlier tonight, and we know that Darren Michaels got the better of Mongo at Survival of the Fittest. All three men look ready for action, though only Bass Rogers and Darren Michaels are cleared to wrestle. They enter the ring, and Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell to begin the match!
For the VCW World Tag Team Titles:
Tough Customers (c)
w/Dean Sanders
vs.
New Immortals
w/Nicole & Steve "Mongo" McMichael
The New Immortals know better than to try to get cute against the VCW World Tag Team Champions, and they show considerable wrestling prowess and teamwork to take the champions down a few times in the early goings. But Bass Rogers and Darren Michaels are too big, too strong, and too furious to be beaten easily, and they keep coming back. The New Immortals' superior skill and quickness keeps the edge for a moment, but not even Bobby Danson can match power with Darren Michaels and Bass Rogers, and through sheer brute force the Tough Customers regain the advantage. They pummel the New Immortals viciously, but the tide turns again when Nicole trips Darren Michaels from the outside!
Dean Sanders sees the interference and begins advancing on Nicole threateningly, but in the ring Bobby Danson cuts Darren Michaels down with a clothesline, then grounds him with a belly-to-back suplex and heads up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and connects with the MINNESOTA JAM!! But it only gets a two and a half count! Bobby Danson pulls Darren Michaels up and lifts him for the Running Powerslam, but Darren Michaels slips out behind him, then shoves him forward into Bass Rogers's corner! Bass Rogers stiffs Bobby Danson in the face, and he turns and staggers away... right into a spear from Darren Michaels!! And now Darren Michaels makes the tag to Bass Rogers!
On the outside of the ring, Mongo just got between Dean Sanders and Nicole... and Dean Sanders tears into him with a vicious flurry of punches, forearms, and kicks as Bass Rogers charges into the ring, cutting down first Bobby Danson and then Moy Lazzario with massive clotheslines! Bass Rogers goes on the warpath, destroying both New Immortals singlehandedly, then dumps Moy Lazzario to the outside and pulls Bobby Danson into a standing headscissors. Darren Michaels continues the assault on Moy Lazzario on the outside as Bass Rogers lifts Bobby Danson and drives him down with a POWER BOMB!! Bobby Danson crashes to the mat hard, and Bass Rogers puts a foot on his chest as Bobcat McGavin goes to make the three count! The Tough Customers retain decisively!!
The Tough Customers
defeated The New Immortals when B. Rogers pinned B. Danson after
a power bomb in 0:06:28.
Rating: *
(The Tough Customers retained the VCW World Tag Team Titles.)
The match is over, and both New Immortals have been decimated... and outside of the ring, Dean Sanders has disposed of Mongo, and now he has Nicole cornered! She cowers in fear, begging for mercy, and he rolls his eyes with disgust, but then backs up and turns away. As he does, she glares at him, then grabs the croquet mallet and stalks up behind him, raising it over her head... but Dean Sanders whirls around as she swings it at him, just in time to catch her arm by the wrist and stop the swing! Nicole screams in terror, but Dean Sanders ignores her cries this time and rolls her into the ring!
Nicole gets up in the ring, backing away from Dean Sanders... but she backs right into Bass Rogers! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Nicole turns around with a look of dread on her face, then comes face to face with Bass Rogers, who bellows loudly at her! She tries to flee, but he grabs her by the hair and pulls her forward into a standing headscissors! The crowd cheers, and their cheers only get louder when he pulls her skirt up, revealing a tiny black thong underneath, then spins around with her so that the entire arena gets a good view. Then he grabs her and lifts her high, holding her in the air for several seconds... and finally drives her down with a POWER BOMB!! The ring shakes with the impact, and Nicole is laid out!! The New Immortals and their lackeys have all been laid to waste in and around the ring, and the crowd's loving it!!
As some trainers come out to scrape up the New Immortals, we're going to go backstage, where a camera is with Johnny Smiles and his friends, who are celebrating his win eight days ago in the Survival of the Fittest Tournament! Let's take a look at that now!
Backstage...
Johnny Smiles, The Pink Kitten, Lars Coverdale, Sumiko the stuffed cat, Ken Collins, and Stacey Lockman are all seated around a table in the backstage catering area. In the center is a huge chocolate chip cookie, two feet in diameter, with Batman's head drawn in the center with icing, and "BATMAN SAYS: CONGRATULATIONS, JOHNNY!!" written around the perimeter in cursive with icing. A gallon of chocolate milk sits in the middle of the table near the cookie, and everyone present is drinking chocolate milk from champagne glasses, except for Sumiko the stuffed cat, who is doing without.
J. Smiles: I still can't believe it! ME! In the Wrestlewar main event!! How did I ever manage to beat Troy Black?
K. Collins: I have to hand it to you, Johnny, you're a bona fide main event superstar now. How does it feel?
J. Smiles: It feels... actually, it feels like any second, somebody's going to come up and say there's been a mistake, that really someone else gets the title shot. But that's okay, because if I see anyone coming, I'll use my tried-and-true number-one problem-solving technique...
L. Coverdale: Hide under a big pile of blankets somewhere and hope it all works out somehow?
J. Smiles: That's the one.
K. Collins: Make sure you come out again just in time to main event Wrestlewar. Do you think you're ready for Crimson?
Johnny Smiles laughs and shakes his head.
J. Smiles: No, I'm gonna get KILLED. I'll be lucky to last as long as Lars did with David Wright Hubbard's wife. But let's not focus on the negatives. I've always wanted to be in the Wrestlewar main event before I die, and now, because I won that match, I get to be in the Wrestlewar main event... just before I die, when Crimson actually gets his hands on me.
P. Kitten: Well, I believe in you, Johnny. None of us are all that big and powerful, but we all have youthful enthusiasm and unfailing hearts. The great and powerful of VCW are slowly learning some important lessons: Do not underestimate us, or we will seize the advantage. Do not look past us, for all you will see is a sea of fans who offer us hope in our darkest hours. And do not stand in our way... or we will have no choice but to walk around you!
Several cheers arise from the table, and everyone brings their glasses of milk together for a toast. But the toast is interrupted as everyone suddenly glances off to the side, and their faces fall with dread as Troy and Rebecca Black walk onto the scene. Ken Collins stands up to meet them.
K. Collins: I don't like the looks of this, but before you try to start any trouble, take a moment to realize that there are five of us and two of you.
J. Smiles: Six of us. You forgot Sumiko!
K. Collins: Oh, sorry.
J. Smiles: Anyway, like Ken said... if you're here to wreck the party, I'm afraid we'll have to all gang up on you and hold you down, and then I'll pull down your pants again.
Troy Black grimaces and shakes his head.
T. Black: Have any of you actually looked at the booking sheet tonight?
Everyone at the table exchanges blank glances, and Johnny Smiles shrugs.
J. Smiles: You know, I thought I might be forgetting something...
K. Collins: If it's about my match with the Grave Digger against your brother, I already heard about it.
T. Black: I shouldn't have to be the one to tell you these things. First of all, Lars, you have a match with Tommy Hustle against David Wright Hubbard and Dave Adams in the next segment.
Lars Coverdale stands up from his seat and slams down the last of his chocolate milk.
L. Coverdale: Thanks for the heads-up, dude! I'm on my way!
Lars Coverdale walks off, and Troy Black gives him a brief glare, then turns back to the table.
T. Black: And Johnny... you have a match with me and Brujah, against Hell's Bikers.
J. Smiles: Wait... I have a match WITH you? As your partner? How'd that happen?
T. Black: Don't ask me. I'm not exactly looking forward to it. But maybe you'll remember at Survival of the Fittest... after you beat me, Crimson came down and Chokeslammed both of us. You didn't appreciate that, did you?
J. Smiles: Not a bit. It's never any fun to get beat up, you know...
T. Black: The question now is, what are you gonna do about it?
J. Smiles: My gut reaction is to let you and Brujah be the ones who get in the ring with Crimson, and I'll just come in to do my favorite spots on the two goony, stupid ones. But I bet you might have a problem with that...
T. Black: Right.
J. Smiles: Well, then... um... I don't know. Is there any acceptable answer to this question that doesn't involve me getting murdered by Crimson tonight?
T. Black: You beat me in the tournament. You can't go hiding behind me now. Being in the main event doesn't just mean that you wrestle Virginia, the New Immortals, and Rex Richards with the VCW World Title on the line. You're going to have people trying to make an example of you now. You're going to have people out for your blood, who want to see you suffer and fall, who torment you and everyone you care about just to try to make you lose your mind. You're going to have people trying to END your CAREER.
J. Smiles: You know, somehow I didn't stop to think that being a main-event superstar might suck...
T. Black: Beating me was the easy part. Getting to the top always is. Now you have to survive at the top, and there's no way back down, no end to it all. I lasted two years before I finally snapped at Wrestlewar III. How long will you last? And will you end up a scheming, paranoid, sadistic megalomaniac, like I became, before the pressure finally crushes you?
J. Smiles: Um... hey, anyone know where I could find a big stack of blankets?
T. Black: I suppose you probably have something that'll make it worthwhile. Maybe there's one special person... or in your case, several million people scattered all around the world... that admire you unconditionally, that give you a sense that you're not doing this all for nothing. Whatever you do, don't let that slip away. Not for anything. Otherwise, it's just not worth it anymore.
Troy Black pauses, looking around at the serious faces sitting around the table, and sighs.
T. Black: I didn't mean to ruin the celebration. Go ahead and have your fun... but think about it. Tonight, at least, you have me and Brujah backing you up. Speaking of him, I've said my piece... so I'll stop depressing you, and go find Brujah so we can plan for tonight.
J. Smiles: You don't want to pull up a chair and stay a while?
Troy Black hesitates, but shakes his head with a faint smile.
T. Black: Troy Black and Johnny Smiles sitting together over milk and cookies? I appreciate the offer, but hell hasn't frozen over yet, so I'll have to pass.
Rebecca Black smirks and looks over the scene.
R. Black: As far as I'm concerned, this is about four bottles of Southern Comfort and one lap dance from Yuri away from being a real party anyway. Count me out, too.
J. Smiles: Suit yourselves. And don't worry. Tonight, when we're all in the ring together against the Bikers...
T. Black: Yeah?
J. Smiles: I'll... try not to screw up too bad, I guess.
T. Black: That makes two of us. Enjoy your party.
Troy Black lingers for a moment, then turns and walks away, followed by Rebecca Black, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
Wow... this will be one big main event. Johnny Smiles is actually teaming up with the remnants of the Black Plague to face Hell's Bikers! Did anyone EVER imagine we'd see that!? But we've seen some questions raised now. Troy seemed to be asking if he could count on Johnny to hold his own in this match, and that's one thing to consider... but can Johnny trust Troy and Brujah? And even if they can coexist and work together smoothly, can they overcome not only Jack Norman and Butch Manson, but the VCW World Champion himself, Crimson?
We'll find out in the main event, but we're going on to a different match now. "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing, and that brings out David Wright Hubbard and "Doctor" Dave Adams, along with Michelle Hubbard and Nurse Vivacia, to a loud round of boos from the crowd? Interestingly, David Wright Hubbard and Michelle Hubbard are walking rather far apart and not speaking to each other as they head to the ring. David Wright Hubbard steps up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Nurse Vivacia and "Doctor" Dave Adams to enter the ring, but then steps through instead of continuing to hold them for Michelle. She glares at him as she enters the ring, but he's not paying any attention as he calls for a microphone. What does he have to say? He looks around at the booing crowd with an angry stare.
D.W. Hubbard: All right, basically I'm a little pissed off right now, so maybe all you people can shut up while I tell you what's on my mind!
The crowd boos loudly and begins chanting "LARS!" repeatedly. David Wright Hubbard looks even angrier at that.
D.W. Hubbard: I said, if you SHUT UP, I'm gonna tell you what's on my mind!
The crowd continues booing and chanting, even more loudly than before.
D.W. Hubbard: That's okay, I'm gonna tell you anyway. Last night, I was beating the hell out of that lousy son of a bitch Lars Coverdale. I had that sorry bastard beat, when my ignorant slut of a wife came in the ring with a chair, and thanks to that, I got my ass whipped! You people think you got it bad? You think it sucks having a fat wife who sits on her ass and eats chocolate all day long? Try having an old lady who sticks her nose in your business and makes it so you get your ass whipped!!
Michelle Hubbard steps forward, angrily saying something to David Wright Hubbard, but he pushes her back.
D.W. Hubbard: Shut up, dear, I ain't done yet. Now what I have to say next is to Lars. I gotta remind him that he still ain't never beat me when it's man-to-man, just me and him, and that's because he CAN'T. Just because my wife's a stupid bimbo don't mean he's a better man than I am. That's because, the fact is, he AIN'T a better man than I am. He ain't HALF the man that I am. I'm not done with the miserable son of a bitch yet, and mark my words, I will get his punk ass alone and beat the living hell out of him, come hell or high water, if it's the last damn thing I do!!
Hold on, Michelle Hubbard just grabbed a microphone! The crowd murmurs, and Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia exchange a puzzled glance, not knowing what to make of this...
M. Hubbard: Why don't you just shut up about that Lars kid already? You've been whipping his ass for the past three months straight now, and you STILL ain't done? Look, why don't you just go and beat Crimson again and get your World Title belt back!?
D.W. Hubbard: I... I don't feel like it right now. Don't get me wrong, I already whipped that man's ass once and it ain't a thing for me to do it again, but I just don't feel like it right now. So I think we're gonna wait just a while on that. And furthermore, I don't feel you got any call to go telling me whose ass to whip. You hit me with a chair, you go fooling around on me with Lars... hell, as far as I'm concerned, if you can fool around with Lars, I can do a little stepping out myself!
David Wright Hubbard suddenly turns and grabs Nurse Vivacia and plants a huge kiss on her! Nurse Vivacia, being a complete and utter slut, naturally responds in kind, as Michelle Hubbard stares angrily! Finally, he turns back to Michelle, giving her a cocky smile, as if daring her to do something about it.
M. Hubbard: Well, if that's how it's gonna be, then I can...
Michelle Hubbard turns and glances at "Doctor" Dave Adams, who's staring at her with a hopeful leer.
M. Hubbard: Never mind. Just finish your stupid match, and let's go home already!
Now "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing, and that brings out Lars Coverdale and Tommy Hustle, to a loud round of cheers from the crowd! They jog to the ring and slide inside, but quickly stand up, wary of a surprise attack from David Wright Hubbard and "Doctor" Dave Adams! But then Lars Coverdale turns around and starts headbanging and playing air guitar, and David Wright Hubbard and Dave Adams charge! Tommy Hustle takes Dave Adams down with a dropkick as he rushes in, but David Wright Hubbard clobbers Lars Coverdale from behind, then tosses him out of the ring! Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!
David Wright Hubbard
& "Doctor" Dave Adams
w/Michelle Hubbard & Nurse Vivacia
vs.
Tommy Hustle & Lars Coverdale
Dave Adams rolls out of the ring, and David Wright Hubbard starts with Tommy Hustle. Hustle manages to stay one step ahead of David Wright Hubbard at first, dodging his offense and taking him down with quick high-flying moves, but David Wright Hubbard finally blasts him with a huge lariat that nearly turns him inside-out, and the momentum shifts drastically. David Wright Hubbard gives Tommy Hustle a merciless, efficient beating, finally flattening him with a massive power bomb. But instead of going for the pin, he tosses Tommy Hustle's limp carcass into his corner, and tells Lars Coverdale to make a tag!
Lars Coverdale tags himself in, rushes forward, and ducks under a lariat from David Wright Hubbard, then takes him down with a dropkick! Lars Coverdale begins repeatedly taking David Wright Hubbard down with quick offense, much to the crowd's delight. But then Dave Adams slips into the ring and clobbers Lars Coverdale from behind with a forearm shot! Lars stumbles forward, then turns around and begins hammering Dave Adams with a series of right-hand punches... but David Wright Hubbard clobbers him from behind, then tosses him into a corner and starts beating the hell out of him! David Wright Hubbard proceeds to administer an angry, vicious torrent of abuse to Lars Coverdale, fueled by the frustration of his loss eight days ago. Lars tries to fight him off and come back, but Tommy Hustle is still practically comatose after the beating he endured earlier in this match, leaving Lars Coverdale to go it alone.
After a few minutes of abuse, things looks bleak when Lars Coverdale is hit with a power bomb, and just barely manages to throw a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths. David Wright Hubbard smiles and heads to the top turnbuckle, ignoring an offer for a tag from "Doctor" Dave Adams, who has not ever been the legal man in this match. Lars Coverdale stands David Wright Hubbard comes off the top with the FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS!! But Lars keels over and collapses before David Wright Hubbard connects, and Hubbard goes sailing over him to crash-land on the mat! They both stay down for a second, but David Wright Hubbard gets up first, and he's mad. On the outside of the ring, Michelle Hubbard just grabbed a chair, and David Wright Hubbard whips Lars Coverdale to the ropes near her, but Lars reverses! Michelle Hubbard's chairshot hits her husband in the back as he's sent into the ropes, and he staggers forward... INTO A SUPERKICK!! Lars Coverdale goes for the pin, and Jerry Rogers counts... to two and three-quarters!
Dave Adams seems like he's seen about enough, and he starts to climb into the ring... but Tom Guycot just came running out of the backstage entrance! Dave Adams sneaks up behind Lars Coverdale... but Tom Guycot reaches in under the bottom rope, grabs his ankle, and pulls him to the outside! Dave Adams and Tom Guycot begin trading punches outside of the ring, and now Lars Coverdale is going up to the top turnbuckle! He's looking for the Frog Splash... but Jerry Rogers is distracted as Nurse Vivacia tries to alert him to the brawl on the outside of the ring, and Michelle Hubbard jumps up and shakes the ropes! Lars Coverdale falls crotch-first on the top turnbuckle, and David Wright Hubbard climbs up with him and brings him down with a huge SUPERPLEX!
But instead of trying to go for the cover, he turns and starts yelling at his wife! Michelle Hubbard, still standing on the apron, begins yelling right back at him, and the two are having a heated argument in the middle of this match! But now Tommy Hustle's stirring, and he gets up, then comes from behind Michelle and shoves her forward! Michelle Hubbard bumps head-first into David Wright Hubbard, and their skulls bump together! She falls off of the apron, and David Wright Hubbard staggers back, into a roll-up from Lars Coverdale, with a handful of trunks!! As this happens, Tommy Hustle leaps to the top turnbuckle and dives out onto Dave Adams and Tom Guycot, wiping them both out with a flying cross bodypress, and Jerry Rogers turns to see the roll-up, and counts to three! Lars Coverdale just beat David Wright Hubbard AGAIN!!
Lars Coverdale and
Tommy Hustle defeated David Wright Hubbard and Dave Adams when
Coverdale pinned D.W. Hubbard after a roll-up in 0:12:48.
Rating: **
Lars Coverdale just won this match, but David Wright Hubbard pops up with an angry roar, and Lars quickly slides out of the ring, then begins retreating backstage with Tommy Hustle! Dave Adams and Tom Guycot get back to their feet, then shrug and continue brawling, fighting all the way up the aisle, as Nurse Vivacia follows them! And now David Wright Hubbard rolls to the outside of the ring... and he's helping Michelle up!? This is rather out-of-character for him... or maybe not, because he then rolls her directly into the ring!
Michelle Hubbard gets up, favoring her back, and David Wright Hubbard climbs in after her, yelling at her and pointing an accusing finger at her as he steps near. She yells right back at him and swats his hand away... and then he grabs her, and whips her into the ropes!! Michelle Hubbard comes off the ropes, but she ducks a lariat and runs into the other side! David Wright Hubbard turns around... and Michelle catches him with a running leaping forearm smash, staggering him back into the ropes! He staggers back towards her, and she grabs him by the hair, then takes him down with a jawbreaker!
Michelle Hubbard crouches over her husband and begins raining punches down on him, but he throws her off, then gets to his feet. She continues hammering him, but he fights back with some huge punches of his own, backing her into a corner of the ring, then grabs her and whips her to the other side! Michelle hits the turnbuckles back-first, and David Wright Hubbard rushes in at her with a kneelift, but she dodges out of the way, and he rams his knee right into the middle turnbuckle! He hops away on one foot, howling in pain and clutching his knee, and Michelle Hubbard takes him down with a dropkick, then crawls on top of him and begins punching him again!!
The crowd's cheering wildly for all this, watching these two beat the hell out of each other, but now they begin booing as the H.A.R.P. Squad rushes out of the backstage entrance and hits the ring. They pull the two apart, just as they did at Survival of the Fittest, and for the second time David Wright Hubbard and his wife have to be physically restrained from attacking each other by the H.A.R.P. Squad! How will David Wright Hubbard handle not only a bitter feud with Lars Coverdale, but what appears to be a growing feud with his own wife? The H.A.R.P. Squad finally pulls the two backstage, and we're ready to move on now.
Now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, and Jacob Idol steps out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity and Rob Solomon, with an arrogant grin on his face. He walks to the ring as the crowd boos him loudly, and climbs inside. As he'll no doubt be happy to tell us, eight days ago, he defeated Owen Addison one-on-one, with no outside interference, in a pure wrestling match. However, it's worth repeating that this was Owen Addison's SECOND match that night, and that he was suffering from a shoulder injury sustained in the prior match. Jasmina Chastity grabs a microphone and climbs inside, making a grand gesture pointing towards Jacob Idol...
J. Chastity: Ladies and gentlemen... the Hammer of the Gods is pleased to present to you: the tried, tested, and PROVEN greatest technical wrestler in VCW... JACOB IDOL!!
Jacob Idol spreads his arms wide and throws his head back to bask in the accolades, but the crowd just boos loudly, and a chant of "O-C-S" begins. He scowls at the crowd, his moment of glory somewhat ruined, and takes the microphone from Jasmina Chastity.
J. Idol: You people should realize one thing... you're cheering and chanting for a bunch of LOSERS. That's a proven FACT. At Blood and Thunder, I beat Tim Bell... but that's not all. After that, Julian Page and I injured his neck on the twenty-sixth, in a match so gruesome, so one-sided, that it didn't MAKE it to television. And then... at Survival of the Fittest, I beat Owen Addison, on my own, with no interference, no illegal tactics, and no extenuating circumstances. I didn't just beat him... I DOMINATED him. I made him tap out. I made him SUBMIT. I made him suffer so greatly that he was willing to let go of the lie, and admit that I am the greatest technical wrestler in this company... NOT HIM!!
Oh, please. Jacob Idol is a great wrestler, and he wrestled one hell of a match at Survival of the Fittest, but he owes a debt to Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers for roughing Owen's shoulder up during the tag team triangle match earlier on. Besides, this is just a bunch of ego stroking...
J. Idol: So I'm sure you people want me to answer a question for you. Since you're a bunch of losers, and the wrestlers you cheer for are a bunch of second-rate losers... you'd have no way of knowing what it feels like to be a winner. So to satisfy your curiousity, I'll tell you right now what it's like to be a winner. It's a great feeling. It's a deeply spiritual feeling. Knowing that you are at the absolute pinnacle of your profession, that you are the most perfect competitor on the field... it's a stirring, amazing, awe-inspiring feeling. Hell, it's even better than sex.
Rob Solomon leans forward and grabs the microphone.
R. Solomon: Hey, I don't think any of these fat, pathetic virgins know what that's like either. Go ahead and tell them about that, too.
J. Idol: That's between me and Jasmina, I'm afraid. Now, back to important topics... like me, and how great I am. Where was I?
J. Chastity: You were telling all of the losers how great it is to be a winner.
J. Idol: Right, right. But you know... there's one loser who has slipped through the cracks. And that's Paul Canyon. Normally, I wouldn't even bother with him, seeing as how he's OBVIOUSLY the weak link of the Technicians. I mean, at least Owen Addison can claim to be the SECOND best technical wrestler ever to come out of Ontario, and at least Tim Bell has been boring us with repetitive, slow-paced matches and monotone interviews for nearly fifteen years now... but what does Paul Canyon have? A decent haircut and a pair of garish, ugly tights that look like they came out of a dumpster behind a hippie thrift store. He's not the technical wrestler I am, and he's not the aerial wrestler I am... he's not much of anything, really.
Jacob Idol's talking about the same Paul Canyon who lasted nearly a half-hour on his own against the Wrecking Crew and Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers. These statements are pretty grossly inaccurate...
J. Idol: But now he's challenged me. Why, I don't know. I beat his partner, I beat Tim Bell, and any idiot can see it coming a mile away and know that I'm gonna beat him too. After that, me and Rob are getting our team back together, and we're gonna take the VCW World Tag Team Titles back. But don't look for a rematch between the Hammer of the Gods and the Ontario Colour Show, because we've already proven ourselves once. Besides, the Ontario Colour Show is still broken up, and I hope they stay broken up, because they SUCK!!
The crowd boos loudly... but now "Magical Mystery Tour" by the Beatles begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as Paul Canyon comes out of the backstage entrance! He runs to the ring without hesitating and slides inside! Rob Solomon rushes at him with a lariat, but Paul Canyon ducks, then knocks him off his feet with a dropkick! Jasmina Chastity dives for cover, and Jacob Idol quickly advances on Paul Canyon as Brendan Powers calls for the bell to begin the match!
Jacob Idol
w/Jasmina Chastity & Rob Solomon
vs.
Paul Canyon
Paul Canyon opens up the match with a lot of speed and intensity, taking Jacob Idol down repeatedly and keeping him off-guard with quick offense. Flustered, Jacob Idol rolls out of the ring and huddles with Jasmina Chastity and Rob Solomon, so Paul Canyon climbs up to the top turnbuckle, then leaps out onto all three of them with a flying cross bodypress! The crowd pops huge for that move, and Paul Canyon continues his offense. But when he takes Jacob Idol back into the ring, Idol catches him with a back elbow, then takes him to the mat and starts working him over, using his typical strategy of assaulting the right arm.
The match goes back and forth for the next few minutes, with Paul Canyon getting in some good offense, but Jacob Idol staying slightly ahead, working over Canyon's arm and trying to keep the match slow-paced and on the mat. A shoulderbreaker from Jacob Idol has Paul Canyon down and in pain, and Jacob Idol applies an armbar submission on the mat. But Paul Canyon struggles, and he can't really get it applied that well! Paul Canyon slips out of the hold partially and gets to his feet, then twists away and tags Jacob Idol with a superkick! Jacob Idol goes down, and Paul Canyon goes for the cover, but only gets a two count; Jacob Idol's just not ready to be put away yet.
Paul Canyon takes good advantage of his opportunity, hitting a series of quick dropkicks and takedowns on Jacob Idol, then plants him with a front-layout suplex, using the strength in his left side. Paul Canyon goes up to the top turnbuckle as Jacob Idol gets up, but Jasmina Chastity jumps up on the apron, and Paul Canyon turns his attention to her for a second too long, as Jacob Idol quickly scrambles to the top turnbuckle and brings Paul Canyon down with a belly-to-belly superplex! They both crash-land on the mat, and both take a few seconds to get up, but when they do, Jacob Idol cuts Paul Canyon off with a kick to the midsection and an inverted atomic drop. He places him on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, and climbs up after him... he's going for the Idolizer!! But Paul Canyon blocks and nails Jacob Idol with an elbow, causing him to fall backwards, then leaps back onto him with a MOONSAULT BODYBLOCK!! That's one of Jacob Idol's finishing moves, and Paul Canyon just used it against him! Brendan Powers counts... but Jacob Idol throws a shoulder up at two and three-quarters!
Paul Canyon lifts Jacob Idol and plants him with a brain buster, then steps out to the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking for the Magic Carpet Ride... but at ringside, Rob Solomon has seen enough, and he grabs a chair and whacks Paul Canyon with it, knocking him off of the turnbuckle! Brendan Powers sees it, and that'll be an instant disqualification!!
Paul Canyon defeated
Jacob Idol via disqualification in 0:11:08.
Rating: ** 3/4
This match is over, but it doesn't seem like that's the point to Rob Solomon... he slides into the ring as Paul Canyon tries to stand, then whacks him with the chair again, knocking him back down! Paul Canyon is down, face-first, on the mat, and Rob Solomon leans over him and slaps the back of his head repeatedly. And now Jacob Idol's up, and he takes the chair from Rob Solomon. Rob Solomon pulls Paul Canyon up and whips him towards Jacob Idol... and Jacob Idol DESTROYS him with a huge chairshot to the head when he comes in!! The crowd boos, but the Hammer of the Gods is dismantling Paul Canyon!
But wait... here comes Owen Addison!! Owen Addison comes running out of the backstage entrance, and he quickly hops up on the apron! Jacob Idol turns around, and Owen Addison leaps up on the top rope, then springs off and kicks the chair into his face with a springboard dropkick!! Rob Solomon rushes Owen Addison with a lariat, but Owen ducks, and when Rob Solomon turns around, he gets a kick to the midsection and a jawbreaker that send him down as well! Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon roll out of the ring, nursing their wounds, and Owen Addison grabs the chair and stands guard over Paul Canyon as the crowd cheers loudly!!
The Hammer of the Gods is retreating now, with Jasmina Chastity... but we're going to go backstage as well, where Ziggy Adderloaf has caught up with Lance Errington and Derek Cole! Let's take a look at that now.
Backstage...
Lance Errington and Derek Cole are standing backstage with Ziggy Adderloaf. Lance Errington is in his black and silver robe, dressed to wrestle, and he doesn't look pleased.
Z. Adderloaf: Lance Errington, in a few moments, you're booked as Gabriel Black's partner in a match against "The California Crippler" Ken Collins and the Grave Digger--
L. Errington: Yes, I am, and it's not right. I don't belong in that match. I shouldn't have to be in that match. I have no issue whatsoever with Ken Collins... aside from the fact that I've deserved a shot at his VCW Intercontinental Title for a long time now, and he's been ducking me. As for the Grave Digger... he was DEALT WITH last night. That's water under the bridge. And Gabriel Black? Sure, I may have some professional respect for the man, but I'm supposed to be his tag team partner? Why should I team up with him!?
Z. Adderloaf: Well, there has been speculation that you and Gabriel Black have conspired together against the Grave Digger--
L. Errington: Speculation doesn't mean anything. I could speculate that you've touched a woman once before in your life, Ziggy, but that doesn't make it true. But none of this surprises me. I spent the entire summer preaching about how cruel and unfair life is... but I can be cruel and unfair too. The real victims in this situation are Ken Collins and the Grave Digger. VCW management is trying to punish me for imaginary crimes with this match, but it will be my opponents who suffer the worst of it.
Lance Errington pauses, cracking his knuckles, and silences Ziggy's next question with a hate-filled glare.
L. Errington: One thing's for certain... I'm done being a victim by circumstance. My ability in the ring is matched only by my disregard for the lives and careers of those who oppose me, and I have no patience for these political booking games. If VCW management wants to play a game of Chicken with me, I'm fastening my seat belt and putting the pedal to the floor. We'll just see whose bodies they pick out of the wreckage.
As Lance Errington prepares to leave, Derek Cole leans forward, with a nasty grin on his face.
D. Cole: Before we go, I just want to give a message to Stacey Lockman. I know you'll be at ringside with Ken Collins tonight, sweetie... but if you get physically involved in this match, things could get really, really ugly. Just remember what happened with Lorenzo Vasquez. Gabriel Black has a history of efficiently disposing of foolish women who hinder his career, Lance Errington is a menace to anyone in his way, and me... I'm a Tae Kwon Do master and former underground Thai kickboxer. You REALLY don't want any of this. Hell, even the Grave Digger and Ken Collins don't want any of this. So you just sit in your corner, look pretty, and cheer your man on, and we won't have any problems at all.
Derek Cole turns to follow Lance Errington as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
We're back... and "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins playing, bringing out the Grave Digger and the VCW Intercontinental Champion, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, along with Stacey Lockman! The crowd cheers loudly for their appearance, and though neither man was very successful tonight, with Ken Collins losing to Troy Black and the Grave Digger losing to Lance Errington, they're two of VCW's top competitors, and Gabriel Black and Lance Errington will definitely have their hands full. The Grave Digger steps into the ring over the top rope, and Ken Collins holds the ropes open for Stacey, then steps in with her and raises the VCW Intercontinental Title high over his head to a chorus of cheers.
But now "Denial" by Sevendust begins playing, and that brings out the VCW Television Champion, Gabriel Black, and Lance Errington, along with Derek Cole. They walk to the ring, all business, but then Derek Cole stops to say something to both men, as if ironing out some last-minute strategy. They cautiously approach their corner of the ring, and step in together, but after a brief, whispered conversation Gabriel Black steps out, allowing Lance Errington to start. VCW referee Linda Peterson calls for the bell, and we have a match now!
Gabriel Black &
Lance Errington
w/Derek Cole
vs.
"The California
Crippler" Ken Collins & Grave Digger
w/Stacey Lockman
The Grave Digger starts the match with Lance Errington. Lance desperately goes after his right leg, trying to cut him down to size and take him to the mat by any means necessary, but nothing seems to work. The Grave Digger absorbs everything thrown at him, then proceeds to beat the hell out of Lance Errington, bumping him every which way and tossing him around like a football. He tags in Ken Collins, who unloads on Lance Errington with some blistering chops, then some heavy-duty suplexes and takedowns. Lance Errington is in rough shape, but he manages to catch Ken Collins with a low blow, stunning him. Lance Errington rolls to his corner and tags in Gabriel Black, but Ken Collins staggers over and brings the Grave Digger back in!
Like Lance Errington, Gabriel Black ruthlessly targets the Grave Digger's right leg, and actually takes him down a few times using hit-and-run tactics, clipping his knee, and intelligently avoiding the Grave Digger's devestating offense. But the Grave Digger absorbs everything thrown at him, then comes back with a powerful assault on Gabriel Black. But before he can begin a seriously effective attack, Derek Cole trips him coming off of the ropes! The Grave Digger staggers forward, with his head down low, and Gabriel Black hooks him and brings him down with a big DDT! Against a lesser wrestler, that could end the match, but this is the Grave Digger, and he presses Gabriel Black off with authority at two.
Gabriel Black quickly seizes the advantage, and he and Lance Errington try to keep the Grave Digger down, tagging in and out repeatedly and working over his right knee savagely. The Grave Digger's never been known to submit or even show any great reaction to pain, but when facing an indestructable behemoth like him, you have to start somewhere. When Linda Peterson's stupidity permits, they use double-teams and other questionable tactics. At one point, Ken Collins is provoked into charging into the ring, allowing Lance Errington to pull the Grave Digger groin-first into the turnbuckle. Derek Cole wrapped his leg around the turnbuckle while Lance Errington grabbed Gabriel Black's VCW Television Title belt and drove it forcefully into his knee several times, while Gabriel Black stood with his foot on the Grave Digger's throat, choking him!
Eventually, Lance Errington brings the Grave Digger down with a big Ace Crusher, then locks on the Scorpion Deathlock... but as it did at Survival of the Fittest, that only seems to make the Grave Digger angry! He presses his hands firmly against the mat and begins crawling to his corner, making steady progress with his vastly superior strength. But as he gets there, Derek Cole approaches Stacey Lockman, going into a martial arts stance and challenging her to put up her fists with a cocky smile! Stacey Lockman puts up her fists, ready to defend herself, but begins backing away... and Ken Collins sees this, jumping down from the apron and moving to confront Derek Cole! Derek Cole slaps him, then laughs... but Ken Collins turns back to him in rage and begins chasing him around the ring!
But in the meantime, the Grave Digger has made it to his corner in the Scorpion Deathlock, and there's nobody to tag!! Linda Peterson sees Ken Collins chasing Derek Cole around the ring, and begins ordering them to stop... but when she does, she misses the Grave Digger grabbing the ropes in his corner! But now Gabriel Black has a chair, and he runs by and whacks the Grave Digger in the head with it from the apron! He slides the chair into the ring, then helps Lance Errington to pull the Grave Digger towards the center. Lance Errington folds the chair around the Grave Digger's right foot, and Gabriel Black goes up to the top turnbuckle, then comes off to stomp down on the chair, folding it sharply around his angle!! The Grave Digger recoils in pain on the mat... he felt THAT, that's for sure! That's how Steve Austin broke Brian Pillman's ankle, and Gabriel Black just did it to the Grave Digger!!
Linda Peterson turns around, but just as Lance Errington kicks the chair out of the ring and Gabriel Black returns to his corner. Lance Errington drags the Grave Digger back to his corner, then tags in Gabriel Black, who brings the Digger down with a kneebreaker. The Grave Digger's down, and Gabriel Black steps out to the apron, then climbs to the top turnbuckle. The Grave Digger's starting to get up again, and Gabriel Black leaps off with the DESTINY HAMMER!! That just NAILED the Grave Digger!! He goes down, but Gabriel's not going for the pin... he steps through the Digger's legs and slaps on a figure-four leglock!!
Linda Peterson goes down to check the Grave Digger, but he's not moving... he may have been knocked out by the Destiny Hammer! She goes to count his shoulders down... BUT AT TWO, HE SITS UP!! Derek Cole grabs Gabriel Black's hands to give him extra leverage in the figure-four leglock, but the Grave Digger just begins dragging himself backwards anyway!! Derek Cole holds onto Gabriel Black's hands, and he ends up being dragged into the ring under the bottom rope as the Digger pulls himself towards his corner! The Grave Digger drags himself back to his corner, unstoppable... and Gabriel Black quickly releases the figure-four, then scrambles back to his corner and tags in Lance Errington... but the Grave Digger tags Ken Collins!!
Ken Collins comes in and meets Lance Errington in the middle of the ring, chopping him down with a knifeedge chop, then does the same to Gabriel Black as he comes in. Full of quickness and vigor, Ken Collins begins cleaning house on both men, taking them down repeatedly. Finally, he dumps Gabriel Black to the outside, where the Grave Digger begins mauling him in a brawl, then focuses in quickly on Lance Errington. He hits a few nice suplexes that put Lance Errington in trouble, including a series of rolling German suplexes, the third of which gets a near fall. He goes up to the top turnbuckle for the Flying Dropkick, but Lance Errington catches him at the top, then brings him down with a superplex. He follows that with an Ace Crusher for a near fall, then goes for the Scorpion Deathlock, but Ken Collins pulls him down into a small package! Lance Errington reverses the small package at two... but Ken Collins counters it at two into the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! He has it locked on good in the middle of the ring, and the Grave Digger's mauling Gabriel Black halfway up the ramp!!
But on the outside of the ring, Derek Cole grabs Stacey Lockman by the shoulder, whirls her around, and punches her right in the face! He smiles proudly at what he's done... what an utter creep! But Ken Collins just saw that from the outside, and it looks like he's ready to go ballistic!! He releases the hold, rushes forward, and pulls Derek Cole up onto the apron by the hair... but Derek Cole catches Ken Collins with a knife-edged chop to the throat! Ken Collins staggers back, stunned by that sudden move, and Linda Peterson was checking with Lance Errington, so she didn't see it! But she does see it as Lance Errington rolls Ken Collins up from behind and hooks an unseen bundle of tights for the three count!! Damn it, Lance Errington just screwed his way to a victory!!
Lance Errington and
Gabriel Black defeated Ken Collins and The Grave Digger when
Errington pinned Collins after a roll-up in 0:18:09.
Rating: ***
Lance Errington rolls out of the ring, and he and Derek Cole quickly begin retreating, as Ken Collins gets up, enraged! They grab Gabriel Black's VCW Television Title and head up the aisle, coming up from behind where the Grave Digger and Gabriel Black are still fighting, and Lance Errington nails the Grave Digger in the back of the head with the title belt!! He goes down to one knee, and Gabriel Black quickly joins Lance Errington and Derek Cole in fleeing the ringside area! Ken Collins starts to chase after them, but instead turns to check on Stacey Lockman.
The Grave Digger didn't get his revenge on Gabriel Black and Lance Errington tonight, but perhaps more importantly, Lance Errington just got a pinfall win over the VCW Intercontinental Champion! That has to put him in line for a possible title shot further down the line. As Ken Collins and the Grave Digger regroup, we're going to go backstage now, to see our two six-man teams right before the main event!
Backstage...
Crimson is shown backstage with Jack Norman and Butch Manson, looking ready to wrestle. Ziggy Adderloaf walks into the room, timidly stepping forward for an interview.
Z. Adderloaf: Crimson, all three of you have a match against Troy Black, Brujah, and Johnny Smiles tonight. But first, I was wondering if I could get your reaction on Gabriel Black declaring that he will win the VCW World Title soon, and Johnny Smiles winning the Survival of the Fittest tournament. It looks like you have some new challenges ahead.
Crimson: Challenge? This ain't gonna be no challenge, boy. If Gabriel Black wants to try to win my title, he can come and get it any time, but when he does I'm gonna break his back again just like they did at Wrestlewar. He's long overdue from a stop on the Homicide Road Tour anyway... I been meaning to kill that motherfucker for a couple years now, and just never got around to it yet. But now... now I think maybe I can make a little time for him.
And then there's Johnny Smiles, at Wrestlewar, but as far as I see it... why bother? I already dealt with his ass at Survival of the Fittest, and I'll do it again tonight. The way I see it, at Wrestlewar, he's gonna run around for three or four minutes, do a few little dropkicks and clotheslines and get lucky, and then I'm gonna beat the shit out of him, stick him on his back, and win the match. It's gonna be the saddest spectacle you ever laid eyes on.
Z. Adderloaf: Considering that Johnny lasted over an hour with Troy Black last night, you might have a hard time putting him away in three or four minutes. Do you--
Crimson: What're you trying to say, you little punk? I got some news for you: I beat Troy Black too. Just look back at Deck the Halls, where I beat his ass and won this title the first time. You think that because Johnny went for an hour with Troy Black that he can survive against me? I tell you what. Take a little stopwatch tonight, in the six-man tag, and from the time when I set foot in the ring with Johnny to the time it ends, you just watch and see how long it takes me to beat his fucking ass. As far as I'm concerned, the VCW bookers oughtta just strip him of that title shot and give it to someone like the Grave Digger or David Wright Hubbard... someone who'll give me a little bit of a fight before they go down.
Z. Adderloaf: That wouldn't be totally fair. Johnny DID win the match, and the title shot--
Crimson: Bullshit. It was after the time ran out and the match should've ended. All I'm saying is that the scrawny little bastard doesn't deserve to get a title shot, and he damn sure doesn't deserve to be in the Wrestlewar main event. When me and him have our match, it's gonna be pretty damn pathetic. You're taking a son of a bitch who got his ass beat by Virginia and Monty Pompous and Rex Richards, and putting him in the ring with the man who stuck the Grave Digger flat on his back and pinned him for the title at Blood and Thunder. Anyone who thinks Johnny has any business being in the same ring with me is gonna learn a very hard lesson in this match tonight.
Z. Adderloaf: All right, we'll watch that match and see tonight. Jack, Butch... any final comments from the two of you?
Jack Norman steps forward with a grumpy sneer.
J. Norman: I just got one thing to say. We got screwed at Survival of the Fittest when that punk-ass hippie came running out of the back and got in our match, but as far as the Tough Customers are concerned... we ain't done yet. We're coming to get our belts back, so don't get too used to 'em just yet. Bass Rogers already received a Hell's Bikers ass-whipping at the pay-per-view, but he's got one more in store, because the tag team titles are coming back.
Z. Adderloaf: All right! And now, we're moments away from the six-man tag team match that is our main event!
The camera fades out on the backstage scene...
Backstage...
And in on another backstage scene, where Johnny Smiles's victory celebration appears to be dying down. Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman are now absent, leaving Lars Coverdale, the Pink Kitten, Johnny Smiles, and Sumiko the stuffed cat as the only remaining guests when Troy Black, Brujah, and Rebecca Black enter.
T. Black: The match is up next. Ready?
Johnny gets up from his chair, preparing to follow Troy Black and Brujah.
J. Smiles: Sure thing. Let's go.
He turns back to Lars Coverdale, the Pink Kitten, and Sumiko with a heavy sigh.
J. Smiles: Well, friends... we who are about to die salute you.
L. Coverdale: Johnny, relax, dude. Sure, getting beat up by a big, mean redneck sucks, but... um... but... hmm. Actually, I guess there's no real positive side to it. It just sucks. But you need to cheer up somehow. ... Maybe if you got a hug from a cute, cuddly pink babe before your match...
J. Smiles: Great idea, Lars! I think that's EXACTLY what I need!
Johnny Smiles walks forward, and the Pink Kitten shrugs and smiles, then approaches him and begins to open her arms, but Johnny Smiles steps past her obliviously and gives Sumiko the stuffed cat a big, enthusiastic hug, nuzzling his face into her side.
J. Smiles: Ahh, I feel better already. Her fur's so fluffy and soft... I could revel in the fuzzy goodness all night--
T. Black: Yeah, but we have a match in a few minutes. Leave the cat alone and let's just go.
R. Black: Besides, he meant that you should hug Yuri, you dipshit.
Johnny Smiles doesn't seem to have heard Rebecca Black's muttered comment as he parts from Sumiko.
J. Smiles: All right, men... I'm READY!! Let's go out there and show those bikers what a pair of tournament finalists and some other guy named Brujah can do!! Tonight, Crimson will face my INNER FURY!!
Johnny Smiles strides forth confidently, and Troy Black rolls his eyes, but follows him. Brujah and Rebecca Black begin heading after them as well, but as they go Lars Coverdale puts a hand on Brujah's shoulder to stop him.
L. Coverdale: Hey, dude... real quick, I just want to ask you a quick question. You used to pretend you were a vampire in SMCW, so maybe you know about vampires. Anyway, I got this bet going... who do you think would win if the Incredible Hulk got in a fight with Count Dracula?
Brujah stops and stares at Lars Coverdale with unmasked contempt.
Brujah: That's the stupidest fucking question I've ever heard. Really. I doubt you could say something more ignorant if you consciously TRIED.
Brujah turns and stalks away, leaving Lars Coverdale staring after him, confused.
L. Coverdale: So... wait. Does that mean you think Count Dracula would win, or what?
Lars Coverdale seems to realize he's not going to get an answer, and turns back to the Pink Kitten and Sumiko at the table with a shrug, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
We're back at ringside, and "Walk" by Pantera is playing over the arena sound system. The crowd boos as Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers step out of the backstage entrance. But those boos get much, much louder as Crimson, the VCW World Champion, steps out behind them, wearing his title belt around his waist. He looks ready to tear somebody apart. We know he's had battles with Johnny Smiles and Troy Black in the past, and he probably won't need an excuse to attack Brujah, either. Jack Norman and Butch Manson slide into the ring, and Crimson steps in over the top rope, then takes off the VCW World Title belt and raises it high in the air, earning another chorus of boos from the fans.
Hell's Bikers are all in the ring now, and "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as Johnny Smiles comes out of the backstage entrance, energetically jumping around and slapping the hands of his fans on the way to the ring. Behind him follow Troy Black and Brujah, both of whom are more serious and reserved, and Rebecca Black, who seems a little bit disgusted by Johnny's enthusiastic gladhanding. They all come to the ring, and Troy, Brujah, and Johnny climb inside! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and our main event has begun!!
Hell's Bikers (Crimson, Butch Manson, & Jack Norman)
vs.
Johnny Smiles, Troy
Black, & Brujah
w/Rebecca Black
Troy Black and Crimson start the match, and the crowd is very excited in the opening minutes as these two men face off for the first time since last winter. Troy Black takes the advantage early on, staying out of Crimson's reach and bringing him down with quick hit-and-run offense, precisely targetted at his right knee to reduce his vertical base. But Troy Black runs into some difficulty when a dropkick to the knee fails to take Crimson down, and Crimson clobbers Troy Black before he can stand after the dropkick. Crimson muscles Troy Black around and hits a few big moves on him to assert his dominance, then tags in Jack Norman, who fails to set the crowd afire with a bodyslam followed by an elbowdrop, then a bearhug.
Troy Black breaks the bearhug with an eye gouge, then brings in Brujah, who begins brawling with Jack Norman. He gains the upper hand in spite of the size disadvantage through sheer inner fury, giving Jack Norman an impressive beating for a couple minutes, but then Jack Norman ducks a lariat and kicks him square in the face, and makes the tag to Butch Manson. Jack and Butch isolate Brujah and begin working him over, occasionally bringing Crimson in for a few devestating moves as well. Lacking the technical wrestling ability to pull off a smooth counter and make the tag, Brujah fights back with blind aggression, but it becomes clear that he's not going to muscle his way through all three members of Hell's Bikers on sheer stubbornness alone. A few times, his aggression pays off, and he seems almost able to make a tag to his partners, but the cagey teamwork of Hell's Bikers allows them to always cut him off just in time to keep him isolated.
After a few minutes, Brujah appears to be in bad shape, and Butch Manson drills him with brain buster for a near fall, then goes up to the top turnbuckle. He points to the ceiling and leaps off with a moonsault, but Brujah rolls out of the way, and Butch Manson wipes out face-first on the mat! They both begin crawling to their corners, and Butch Manson tags in Jack Norman. Troy Black reaches out for the tag... but Johnny Smiles elbows him aside, then extends a hand and points to himself with the other hand! Brujah looks at Troy questioningly, and Troy glances at Johnny, then looks back at Brujah and nods... and Brujah tags Johnny, to a huge ovation from the crowd!!
Jack Norman cracks his knuckles and steps into the ring, preparing to do battle with Johnny Smiles... but Johnny Smiles shakes his head "no"!! He points to himself, then points to Crimson on the apron, then points down into the ring! He wants Crimson!! And Jack Norman looks back at Crimson, exchanging a sinister smile... and he tags!! Crimson steps in over the top rope, and it's Crimson and Johnny Smiles, the VCW World Champion and the man who will meet the champion at the Wrestlewar main event, in the middle of the ring!! They both step in, going nose-to-nose as well as two people can when there's more than six inches height difference between them... and Crimson throws a punch, but Johnny blocks it!!
Johnny Smiles hammers Crimson with three punches of his own, then whips him into the ropes, but no, Crimson reverses it!! Johnny Smiles comes off the ropes, and runs right into a BIG BOOT!! Troy Black and Brujah wince, and rush into the ring, but they're cut off by Jack Norman and Butch Manson, who begin brawling with them! Johnny Smiles gets up, looking a little groggy after that big boot, and staggers forward... and Crimson grabs his throat!! He lifts... CHOKESLAM!! Crimson just drove Johnny down hard into the mat! Crimson rushes Troy Black from behind as he brawls with Jack Norman, clobbering him in the back of the neck, and Jack Norman dumps Troy Black to the outside, then turns to help Butch Manson double-team Brujah! Meanwhile, Crimson turns back to Johnny Smiles and puts one massive foot on his chest, and Bobcat McGavin counts... and damn it, he gets three! Crimson just DESTROYED Johnny Smiles!
Hell's Bikers
(Crimson, Butch Manson, and Jack Norman) defeated Troy Black,
Brujah, and Johnny Smiles when Crimson pinned J. Smiles with the
Chokeslam in 0:10:51.
Rating: * 3/4
The crowd boos loudly, and now Brujah is dumped to the outside as well. Crimson lived up to his pre-match boasting, and disposed of Johnny Smiles in seconds flat once the two men were alone in the ring together... this does NOT look good for Johnny Smiles. At Wrestlewar, he'll have to face either Crimson or whoever beats Crimson for the VCW World Title, and based on his performance tonight, it's hard to see him standing even a slight chance of picking up the victory. Now Crimson's calling for a microphone, as Johnny Smiles rolls to the outside...
Crimson: What you saw wasn't no fluke, and it wasn't no accident... that puny, pathetic son of a bitch doesn't belong in the same ring with me, and I proved it in a matter of seconds.
The crowd boos, and begins a "JOHNNY!" chant, but Johnny Smiles has been laid to waste. He's in a heap on the outside of the ring, still unable to stand.
Crimson: And now that we got THAT settled... Gabriel Black, you dumb motherfucker, after you saw what I did to Johnny, after you saw what I did to Bass Rogers, and after you saw what I did to the goddamn GRAVE DIGGER... what the hell do you think I'm gonna do to YOU? You came back to VCW, crying about how they nearly broke your back at Wrestlewar III... Now, I don't give a fuck about that, but if you get in the same ring with me, you'll be lucky to get out with just a broken back. So save your wife and baby the trouble of crying over your coffin, and do what anyone with any goddamn sense is doing right now... stay the fuck outta my way. I ain't gonna tell you again.
Crimson throws down the microphone, and the crowd's booing loudly, but there is a lot of bleak truth in what he says. Crimson has been terrorizing and destroying everyone in his path for some time now, and after defeating the Grave Digger and dominating Bass Rogers and Johnny Smiles, it looks like he may be truly unstoppable. Does Gabriel Black have what it takes to wrest the VCW World Title from Crimson? How will he react to this latest display of dominance!? We'll find out next week, when VCW heads to Germany! Thank you for watching, and good night!!
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