Monday Night Wrestling 09/17/01 (VCW 137)

Welcome, once again, to VCW Monday Night Wrestling!! We're continuing a whirlwind tour of Europe tonight by coming to you live from the Oberhausen Arena in Germany, and we have a great show planned for you tonight! We have three HUGE title matches that have already been announced by VCW Commissioner James Applebee. First, Ken Collins will defend the VCW Intercontinental Title one-on-one against Owen Addison!! Then, Troy Black and Brujah will get a title shot at the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Tough Customers! And then, Gabriel Black will defend his VCW Television Title for the FIRST TIME, and he will defend against none other than the Grave Digger!! What a trio of matches those will be, and there's much more!

But first, "Riders On The Storm" by Creed is playing, and the crowd boos as the New Immortals, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson and "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario, come out of the backstage entrance, with Steve "Mongo" McMichael and Nicole. The New Immortals will be teaming with Mongo and "Doctor" Dave Adams to battle Paul Canyon, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, and the Wrecking Crew in our opening match here tonight. But first, they enter the ring and grab microphones, and we'll probably get the usual nonsense and then some...

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

B. Danson: And I'm his tag team partner, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. Together, we're the New Immortals... two great wrestlers, one fine and dandy tag team. With us, as always, are the Baron of Brutality, Steve "Mongo" McMichael, and the Princess of Prettiness, Nicole.

Mongo bellows loudly and makes a gesture as if putting a belt around his waist for some stupid reason, and Nicole smiles and waves to the crowd. The crowd boos them loudly anyway.

M. Lazzario: And folks, we're not just run-of-the-mill wrestlers... we're warrior-poets of the modern era. We're holy men in a shrine dedicated to athleticism. We're wrestling VISIONARIES. Let's tell 'em.

B. Danson: Yes, let's.

M. Lazzario: We're the masters of the ring.

B. Danson: The ones who taught your lips to sing.

M. Lazzario: We fill the ladies' eyes with lust.

B. Danson: We're the cream of the crop, the upper crust.

M. Lazzario: We steal girls' hearts and make them melt.

B. Danson: We each deserve a title belt.

M. Lazzario: We walk where you can only crawl...

B. Danson: Wrestle us, and you'll take the fall--

Mongo suddenly grabs the microphone from Bobby Danson.

S. McMichael: Aw, yeah, baby, we'll whoop you all!!

Bobby Danson grabs his microphone back.

M. Lazzario: Because we're...

B. Danson and M. Lazzario: The New Immortals!!

Oh, brother. It makes you wonder how long they spent practicing that in front of a mirror. And now "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and here comes another joker, "Doctor" Dave Adams, along with Nurse Vivacia. We saw, last week, that he staged a brawl with "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot, then sent in a tape of it to VCW... but we don't know why. He steps in the ring with the New Immortals and Mongo, and now they're all ready.

And now "Domination" by Pantera begins playing, and that brings out their opponents, the Wrecking Crew, Blade and John Uldwall, as well as Paul Canyon and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, accompanied by Tim Bell. They all come to the ring and slide inside, standing in their corner and warily watching their opponents. Now Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

"Doctor" Dave Adams, Steve "Mongo" McMichael, & New Immortals
w/Nicole & Nurse Vivacia

vs.

Paul Canyon, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, & Wrecking Crew
w/Tim Bell

Paul Canyon starts out with "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario, and they lock up. Paul Canyon goes for an armwringer, but Moy Lazzario drops and rolls out of it, then turns inward and grabs Paul Canyon's leg, and flings it upward! Paul Canyon jumps up with the momentum, does a backflip, and lands on his feet, but Moy Lazzario kicks him in the midsection and hooks him for an Ace Crusher, but Paul Canyon shoves him away! Moy Lazzario goes into the ropes chest-first, then wobbles backwards a step, into a waistlock by Paul Canyon, but Moy Lazzario brings a foot up behind him, between Paul Canyon's legs! That breaks the waistlock, and Moy Lazzario reaches back, grabs Paul Canyon by the hair, and pulls him down into an ACE CRUSHER after all!! Jerry Rogers warns Moy Lazzario about the illegal tactics, but he ignores the warning and goes for the cover, putting his feet on the ropes... but before Jerry Rogers counts to three, Tim Bell alerts him to the feet on the ropes!

Moy Lazzario tags out to Bobby Danson, and they execute a belly-to-back suplex into a neckbreaker double-team move before Bobby Danson takes over. He works over Paul Canyon for a bit, then tags in Steve "Mongo" McMichael, who comes in to administer some clubbing forearms and a bodyslam. But Mongo misses an elbowdrop, then gets up and throws a punch, which is blocked by Paul Canyon as he gets up! Paul Canyon stuns Mongo with a kick to the midsection, then measures him for a superkick... and Mongo leans into it oafishly and gets kicked square in the teeth!! He goes down, clutching his face, and rolls to his corner, and Paul Canyon makes a tag to Russel Taylor, as Mongo tags in Dave Adams!

Russel Taylor comes in with a series of clotheslines for Dave Adams, then whips him into a corner and powerslams him for a two count. But after a few more moves, Dave Adams cuts off Russel Taylor's simplistic offense with a low blow, then begins working over his right knee. Often a favorite target of Chris Champlain, that knee might remain a weak point now, and Dave Adams is quick to capitalize. After Dave Adams gets in some offense, Moy Lazzario goes up to the top turnbuckle, and Dave Adams tags him in. Moy Lazzario comes off the top turnbuckle with a flying axhandle, but Russel Taylor gets up and tears him out of the sky with a big clothesline, then tags in Blade of the Wrecking Crew!

Blade enters the ring and begins gleefully working Moy Lazzario over, bumping him around and beating him all around the ring. He exchanges a few tags with his partner, John Uldwall, and they work Moy Lazzario over a bit, then bring in Paul Canyon. They take Moy Lazzario up in a double vertical suplex, and Paul Canyon comes off the top turnbuckle to dropkick him square in the midsection on the way down! Paul Canyon goes for the cover, but Mongo, perhaps still angry about getting kicked in the face earlier, comes in and drops an elbow on him at two. Jerry Rogers orders Mongo to leave the ring, but as he does, Moy Lazzario is able to struggle to his corner and tag in Bobby Danson, as Paul Canyon tags Russel Taylor.

Russel Taylor and Bobby Danson both charge in with big clotheslines, and nail each other! They both stagger back, then run into the ropes, and once again nail each othe with clotheslines! They both stagger back, and Bobby Danson goes down to one knee and grimaces, but then he gets up, and they do it again! But this time, Bobby Danson ducks under Russel's clothesline, wraps around behind him, and takes him down with a BIG release German suplex! There aren't too many guys in VCW strong enough just to fling Russel "The Muscle" Taylor around like that, and Bobby Danson is one of them!

The New Immortals take control of Russel Taylor, isolating him in their corner and attacking him, completely forgetting to continue Dave Adams's attack on his right knee. Finally, when Moy Lazzario puts him in a kneeling surfboard, Dave Adams yells "WHY DON'T YOU WORK ON HIS KNEE!?" from the apron, and Moy Lazzario says, "Right, I'll use a figure-four instead," then releases the surfboard and goes for a figure-four... but Russel's expecting him to do that, and he kicks him away, into a turnbuckle! Dave Adams rolls his eyes in disgust, but Russel Taylor crawls to his corner and tags in Blade... and Moy Lazzario reaches over and brings in Dave Adams!

Dave Adams comes in, but Blade takes him down with repeated high-impact offense, going on the warpath. The New Immortals and Mongo come in to try to overwhelm him, but John Uldwall comes in and helps his partner, and the Wrecking Crew clean house on all four of their opponents. Finally, they dump Dave Adams to the outside, and Paul Canyon runs forward and leaps out onto him with a tope suicida!! But the New Immortals just dumped Russel Taylor to the outside, and Moy Lazzario watches Paul Canyon's move and rolls his eyes in contempt, then says, "WATCH THIS!" and runs, springs to the top rope, and leaps off onto Russel Taylor with a twisting springboard bodypress! Mongo watches, impressed, then says, "YEAH, WELL, GET A LOAD OF THIS, BABY!!" and takes a running start towards Paul Canyon... but Bobby Danson yells "NO, MONGO!!" with fearful eyes, then runs and takes Mongo down with a clothesline before he can make his leap! That's probably a good thing; if Steve "Mongo" McMichael tried to execute a dive to the outside of the ring, he'd probably injure himself and others.

But now the Wrecking Crew attacks Bobby Danson and Mongo, and on the outside Paul Canyon whips Dave Adams into the guardrail, then drops him with a superkick as he staggers back, and rolls him back into the ring! The Wrecking Crew dump Bobby Danson and Mongo to the outside, but when John Uldwall turns, he walks right into a kick to the midsection from Dave Adams, then gets brought down with a DDT!! Dave Adams gets up and turns to Blade, but suddenly "The Chief of Governers" Tom Guycot climbs out from under the ring and pops up on the apron, yelling "BOOGIE BOOGIE BOOGIE!!" and waving his fingers threateningly at Dave Adams. Dave Adams hesitates at this distraction, and Blade rushes forward and cuts him down with a leg lariat! Now Blade's heading to the top turnbuckle, and John Uldwall gets up and crouches in the other corner. Dave Adams gets up... and gets the BREAKDOWN!! He goes down hard! Blade goes for the cover, and Jerry Rogers goes down to count... Moy Lazzario jumps up on the apron, but John Uldwall knocks him down with a big right hand... and Jerry Rogers counts to three! The Wrecking Crew have pulled out the victory for their team!!

Paul Canyon, Russel Taylor, and The Wrecking Crew defeated Dave Adams, Steve McMichael, and The New Immortals when Blade pinned Doctor Dave after the Breakdown in 0:14:38.
Rating: ** 1/2

That match was rather longer than typical opening fare, but what a way to kick off our show it was! The New Immortals, Nicole, and Steve "Mongo" McMichael regroup on the outside and begin retreating, with the New Immortals yelling threats as Mongo checks his mouth for blood. The Wrecking Crew, Paul Canyon, and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor pose together in the ring, getting a good-sized pop from the crowd, and Dave Adams rolls out of the ring, then begins angrily badgering Tom Guycot, who backs up, shrugging cluelessly, then turns and runs up the ramp! Nurse Vivacia confers with Dave Adams as he begins to leave, and it looks like they're not exactly thrilled with Tom Guycot's actions in this match. What does all this amount to, anyway?

We don't know yet... but what we do know is that Johnny Smiles will go one-on-one against Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers tonight. Let's go backstage with Hell's Bikers now, and get their comments on this match!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage in Hell's Bikers' dressing room. Jack Norman and Crimson are sitting on an old, battered sofa with a cooler full of beer between them, watching a monitor, and Butch Manson is standing next to Ziggy.

Z. Adderloaf: I'm here with Hell's Bikers, and tonight, we've heard that you, Butch Manson, will go one-on-one with Johnny Smiles. We know that, last week, Crimson defeated Johnny Smiles in a six-man tag team match, and now it appears--

Crimson: Now it appears that Johnny Smiles is gonna get the shit beat out of him again. Me and Jack got the night off, because tonight, Butch is gonna take care of my light work.

B. Manson: That's right. That little S-O-B doesn't deserve to be in Wrestlewar, and he doesn't deserve to be in the same match as Crimson. So as far as I'm concerned, we're gonna make our own rules tonight, and the first rule is that if Johnny Smiles wants some of the boss, he's gotta go through me first. But that's just too bad, because he can't do that.

Ziggy Adderloaf raises an eyebrow at that.

Z. Adderloaf: With all due respect, Butch, you're one of the toughest men in the company, and a former VCW World Tag Team Champion... but Johnny Smiles went sixty minutes with Troy Black prior to winning the title shot. Are you really that confident you can defeat him with no problems?

Butch Manson grabs Ziggy Adderloaf and shoves him up against the wall.

B. Manson: What're you saying, you little son of a bitch!? You don't think I'm tough enough to take Johnny Smiles!? You don't think I'm bad enough!?

Z. Adderloaf: Now, I never said that--

B. Manson: I said I'm gonna beat his scrawny ass tonight, and there ain't no way he can stop me! You got a problem with that!? You want me to beat your ass too!?

Z. Adderloaf: No! No, come on--

B. Manson: Then don't talk shit to me, boy! I'm gonna beat Johnny Smiles's punk ass tonight, and if you keep asking stupid questions, I'm gonna kick you ass too! Now get the hell outta here!

Butch Manson grabs Ziggy Adderloaf by the collar, opens the door with his free hand, and tosses Ziggy Adderloaf out of their locker room, then slams the door behind him.

Crimson: Now, you know that if you go and lose to him, I'm not gonna be real happy.

B. Manson: Don't worry, boss. I got him, tonight. Trust me.

Crimson: Yeah, I trust you, all right. I know you know what'd happen if I found out I couldn't trust you. So I think you'll do just fine.

Butch Manson grimaces and cracks his knuckles, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and now we're ready to go on to our next match! "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Julian Page comes out of the backstage entrance, looking rather surly and upset. The last time we saw him was nearly three weeks ago, in the Survival of the Fittest tournament, when he lost to Johnny Smiles, and we understand that he hasn't taken that loss well at all. He certainly doesn't look very happy, scowling as he comes to the ring. He goes and stands in a corner, not even bothering to pose or grab a microphone.

And now "Stuntman" by 24-7 Spyz begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Tommy Hustle, as the crowd gives a decent-sized round of cheers. He jogs to the ring and slides inside, then goes up and poses on one of the top turnbuckles. He goes to walk to another corner, but now Julian Page springs into action, rushing him and clipping his right knee! Tommy Hustle goes down, in a lot of pain, and Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!

Julian Page

vs.

Tommy Hustle

Julian Page attacks Tommy Hustle with single-minded viciousness, taking apart his right leg ruthlessly. Tommy Hustle is in a lot of pain, but eventually manages to kick Julian Page away with his good leg and get to his feet. Despite a noticable limp, Tommy Hustle manages to take Julian Page down a few times and hit him with some decent high-flying offense. But Julian Page soon cuts him off with a back elbow, and continues to abuse his right knee. Tommy Hustle barely manages to stay in the match, occasionally hitting Julian Page with a nice move or two, but generally unable to stop Julian Page from weakening his ability to take to the air by attacking his leg.

Tommy Hustle finally gets a big break when Julian Page backs him into the ropes, then comes at him with a leg lariat. He ducks and pulls down the top rope, and Julian Page crotches himself on the rope, then topples to the outside. Tommy Hustle's leg is clearly giving him a lot of pain as he climbs the turnbuckles, but that doesn't stop him from leaping onto Julian Page on the outside with a 450 bodypress!! Julian Page goes down under him, but they both stay down for some time; it appears that the move may have hurt Tommy Hustle's knee. Finally, Tommy Hustle gets up, and starts to pull Julian Page up, but Julian Page nails him with a low blow!!

Tommy Hustle doubles over from that move, and Julian Page grabs him and takes him head-first into the steel ringpost, then shoves him into the ring. But instead of climbing in after him, he grabs Tommy Hustle's legs and pulls him crotch-first into the ringpost! And then he wraps his legs around it, and executes a figure-four leglock on Tommy Hustle, around the ringpost!! Brendan Powers warns him to let go, but Julian Page takes the full count, and by the time he releases the hold, the damage may have been done; Tommy Hustle is nearly helpless with pain, in the ring. But Julian Page still isn't done... he takes up the protective mats on the outside of the ring, exposing the bare concrete of the floor, then grabs Tommy Hustle and pulls him to the outside! He takes him head-first into the steel steps on the outside, then pulls him into a standing headscissors and hooks his arms... no, come on... SWAN SONG ON THE CONCRETE!! Good Lord, is Julian Page trying to kill Tommy Hustle or something!?

Brendan Powers is frantically telling Julian Page to get back into the ring and stop the carnage, and Julian Page pries Tommy Hustle up off of the concrete, then rolls him into the ring. It's clear that Tommy Hustle is completely unconscious right now. Julian Page enters the ring, grabs Tommy Hustle's leg... and puts on a figure-four leglock! This isn't necessary at all! But Tommy Hustle's shoulders are down, and Brendan Powers counts to three, ending the match mercifully.

Julian Page pinned Tommy Hustle after a figure-four leglock in 0:06:31.
Rating: **

The match is over, but Julian Page isn't releasing the figure-four leglock immediately!! He keeps it on until Brendan Powers urges him to release the hold... but then he gets up, crouches over Tommy Hustle, and rains a series of punches down into his face! Tommy Hustle is unconscious, and possibly badly hurt, and the crowd is booing loudly. Now Julian Page grabs a microphone...

J. Page: For a long time now in VCW, people have been getting what I'm rightfully entitled to, and I refuse to sit by and take it any more!

The crowd boos. What's he talking about? Is this going to be another one of those whining sessions where he talks about how he never should have lost the VCW Intercontinental Title?

J. Page: From the beginning, people have been screwing me over. I fought and clawed my way up the roster more impressively than any rookie in history has EVER done. I beat David Wright Hubbard back when everyone on the roster wasn't doing it a couple times a week, and I was the first wrestler in VCW history to win both the VCW Intercontinental and Television Titles at the same time!

He does have some impressive accomplishments under his belt. But where is this going? Is this just a big tantrum, or what?

J. Page: But then, I got screwed over. I got screwed over by that albatross I had to carry around my neck, that worthless, spotlight-stealing, overrated egomaniac Neytron DelArmeggio. I got screwed over by Jiro Tobikuma, who won my double titles from me because Virginia, the VCW Commissioner at the time, decided she didn't want me to have them anymore. I got screwed over by Bret Hart, who won the VCW Intercontinental Title from me in the biggest sham of a match in history, even though he wasn't even on the roster. Bret didn't screw Bret... Bret screwed ME!!

The crowd boos loudly. They don't take kindly to long-winded whining about things that happened so long ago.

J. Page: But we're just getting started. Then I drew a low number in the Big Fight earlier this year, getting screwed over by a rigged drawing, and fought my way through every last person on the VCW roster, only to get screwed once again by Crimson and Johnny Smiles, who teamed up against me two-on-one just to screw me out of the VCW Intercontinental Title again. Then, VCW management screwed me over AGAIN by putting me in a triangle match against them... of course, that was a two-on-one travesty of justice as well, and they double-teamed me the whole time. Then Crimson stabbed me in the back again at Gang Wars, but y'know... that's okay, because by that time, I was getting pretty used to it. And just a few weeks ago, at the Survival of the Fittest tournament, I was screwed over once again by Johnny Smiles, who cheated his way to a victory over me before going on to win the tournament in a laughable mockery of a match against Troy Black.

The crowd boos loudly. Julian Page certainly has a unique interpretation of the truth in some of these past events that he refers to.

J. Page: But now, I think it's high time that I start screwing a few people over myself. If everybody's going to conspire against me to keep me from climbing to the top, then I'm going to conspire to drag all of them down to the bottom. And I don't care who gets mad or who doesn't like it. So from now on, if you wrestle in VCW and you know what's good for you, don't get in the ring with me. Don't even come near me. Don't even SPEAK to me. I've already got my hit list made up, but anybody else who gets in my way WILL be sorry... and THAT is a promise.

Julian Page tosses aside the microphone and begins heading backstage, as the crowd continues to boo. He certainly seems to be frustrated, but what exactly is he going to do? Who are his first targets in this new plan? We'll see as the weeks go by, no doubt.

But right now, we need to take a look backstage, where we understand Minako has been approached by a mysterious person called... the Masked Avenger!? Let's look at that now...

Backstage...

Minako is standing backstage, talking on a pay telephone, speaking Japanese. As she talks, a woman in a black mask and a matching black leotard approaches her, preparing to speak to her. Minako holds up one finger to indicate that she should wait, and continues listening on the phone. She says a few more things in Japanese, then waits, and speaks in English.

Minako: Hi, Virginia. Komachi says you're doing well in Japan. ... Yes, I'll be joining you there shortly. ... ... You're going to the club tonight? That should be fun. ... ... Don't worry, Komachi can find plenty of handsome men so you won't get lonely. ... ... Okay. Listen, some idiot in a mask is standing here looking over my shoulder. Can I call you back? ... Okay, thanks. See you in a few minutes.

Minako hangs up the phone and glares at the woman in the mask impatiently.

Woman: What was that about finding handsome men so you won't get lonely?

Minako: None of your business.

Woman: Oh. The reason I ask is because... well, I get lonely sometimes.

Minako: ... What do you mean?

Woman: You know, like nobody will want to talk to me. Lots of times, I've been having a really hard day, and I just want to hang out with somebody and talk to them, but they all have better things to do.

Minako: Eh... yeah. I see. Your problem is that you don't have enough friends. I can't help you there.

Woman: Oh. ... Anyway, the reason I wanted to talk to you is that I need to ask you a question. Can you tell me where Pauline Vietjohn's dressing room is?

Minako: I guess so. Walk down the hall, go left at the intersection, and it should be one of the doors on the left.

Woman: Thanks! You've been a big help.

Minako gives the woman a suspicious glance.

Minako: Who are you, anyway?

Woman: I forgot to tell you! I'm the Masked Avenger.

Minako frowns.

Minako: Is that some kind of joke!?

M. Avenger: Um... I'm sorry?

Minako: You should be sorry. Go away. Quit wasting my time.

The Masked Avenger turns and walks down the hallway, and Minako stares after her strangely, as the camera fades out ob the backstage scene.

Who is the Masked Avenger, and what does she want with Pauline Vietjohn's dressing room? Those questions are pretty easy to answer, actually. That woman's voice and build were suspiciously identical to "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon's. She no longer works here in VCW, but does she honestly think that she can sneak back in wearing a stupid mask and expect nobody to know who she is? This won't end well...

"Brackish" by Kittie begins playing over the arena sound system, and that brings out Rebecca Black, to a mixed response of mostly boos from the crowd. She's wearing tight black jeans and a white tank top, dressed to wrestle, and she walks to the ring and climbs inside. She'll be facing Pauline Vietjohn tonight, in what is unquestionably Pauline Vietjohn's biggest challenge to date. As if it wasn't bad enough that the somewhat pesky Masked Avenger also seems to have it in for Pauline Vietjohn, she has to contend with one of the most dangerous women in VCW history tonight. This isn't an enviable task...

Now "The Dance" by the Music begins playing over the arena sound system, and this will be Pauline Vietjohn's entrance! The crowd looks to the backstage entrance expectantly, awaiting her entrance... but she's not coming out! What's this!? Don't tell me the Masked Avenger had a hand in this! Wait a second... we have a camera backstage at Pauline Vietjohn's dressing room! Let's take a look at that now!

Backstage...

The Masked Avenger is shown, bracing herself against a door, trying to hold it shut. Several times, the door shakes as if someone's trying to batter it open, but the Masked Avenger is leaning into it with everything she has, trying to keep it shut. Pauline Vietjohn can be heard shouting from within.

P. Vietjohn: Let me out! This isn't funny! I have a match I'm supposed to go to! Come on!!

The pounding on the door continues, but the Masked Avenger keeps it tightly shut.

P. Vietjohn: Come on, I'm serious! Open up the door!! Heather, this better not be you, or I'm gonna be really mad at you!!

The door shakes again, and the Masked Avenger nearly loses her hold on it before she manages to slam it shut again. She seems to be tiring out. As she struggles to hold the door closed, Jack Norman of Hell's Bikers wanders onto the scene.

M. Avenger: Hey! Hey you!! Sweaty guy!

Jack Norman turns to look at the Masked Avenger.

J. Norman: Yeah? Whadda you want!?

M. Avenger: I'm getting tired. Can you keep the person behind the door from getting out while I go to the bathroom real quick?

Jack Norman shrugs.

J. Norman: I reckon I can help a lady out, for a little compensation. One side, girl... let a MAN handle this.

Jack Norman elbows the Masked Avenger aside, then leans his massive frame against the door, which is easily held shut now.

M. Avenger: Thanks! I'll be right back, and I'll give you something nice in return for helping me.

The Masked Avenger walks off, and Jack Norman continues leaning on the door, but it keeps rattling, as Pauline Vietjohn shouts again.

P. Vietjohn: I don't know who you are, but you need to get OFF my door!! I have a match I'm late for! I'm not playing around!!

J. Norman: Damn it... this shit's getting real annoying.

Jack Norman suddenly hauls the door open, and Pauline Vietjohn staggers through. She turns to look at him, but before she can react he grabs her by the throat, lifts her, and flings her down HARD onto the concrete floor with a massive Chokeslam. Pauline Vietjohn is laid out, and Jack Norman hauls her up, then tosses her back in through the door and shuts it behind her. With that taken care of, he leans back against the hallway wall, relaxing. After a few seconds, the Masked Avenger returns.

M. Avenger: Hey! I thought you were supposed to be holding the door shut for me!

J. Norman: Don't worry, she didn't go nowhere. I made sure of that.

Jack Norman opens up the door, revealing the motionless carcass of Pauline Vietjohn.

M. Avenger: Oh my God... Pauline!! What did you do to her!? You didn't hurt her or anything, did you?

J. Norman: Yeah, I did. Ain't that what you wanted!?

M. Avenger: No... no... I just wanted to make her miss her match! I didn't want to actually hurt her!

The Masked Avenger kneels by Pauline Vietjohn, checking on her, but Jack Norman just shrugs.

J. Norman: Yeah, well, if you want a damn omelette, sometimes you gotta break some eggs. Now where's my reward!?

M. Avenger: Um... well, I've got this Three Musketeers candy bar here. I kept it in my purse for a couple weeks, so it might be a little melted, but...

The Masked Avenger produces a candy bar and holds it out, but Jack Norman stares at her angrily.

J. Norman: You cheapskate bitch...

Jack Norman grabs the Masked Avenger by the throat, lifts her up, and Chokeslams her as well. The candy bar falls on the floor of the arena, and Jack Norman surveys his handiwork, looking at the two fallen women, then picks up the candy bar. He looks at it and shrugs, then unwraps it and takes a bite of it. As he chews it, he smiles a little bit.

J. Norman: Hey, this shit ain't half bad. Maybe I shouldn't've Chokeslammed your ass after all. ... Well, too late now. Live and learn...

Jack Norman walks off the scene, eating the candy bar, and the camera fades out on the motionless forms of Pauline Vietjohn and the Masked Avenger.

We're back, and VCW referee Linda Peterson stares at the scene on the ViolenTron. She can't afford to wait for Pauline Vietjohn, so she simply calls for the bell, though it doesn't look like there'll be a match!

Rebecca Black

vs.

Pauline Vietjohn

Linda Peterson stands in the ring and counts to ten, as Rebecca Black stands by. Obviously, Pauline Vietjohn won't be making it to the ring, and Rebecca Black is awarded the victory via countout.

Rebecca Black defeated Pauline Vietjohn via countout in 0:00:12.
Rating: DUD

Linda Peterson raises Rebecca Black's hand in victory, but Rebecca hardly seems concerned with that. She's calling for a microphone now... what could SHE possibly have to say? She appears to be sober tonight, at least, which is usually a good thing. She gets the microphone, and begins speaking...

R. Black: Y'know... it's kind of nice to get a free ride once in a while. As for Pauline Vietjohn... she can consider herself lucky. Maybe on a rare occasion she can actually do her twisting moonsault dropkick right, but I can kick people's asses on a consistent basis. As far as I'm concerned, if I'm in a fight, I'm not gonna climb up on something really high up and dive off with a jumping flip... I'm gonna punch whoever I'm fighting in the fucking mouth.

Rebecca Black clearly doesn't think much of Pauline Vietjohn's style of fighting. But we don't really know how they would have matched up against each other, since the match never had a chance to take place... but wait! "Lovefool" by the Cardigans just started playing! That's Stacey Lockman's music!! The crowd cheers as Stacey Lockman steps out onto the entrance ramp, holding a microphone, but Rebecca Black doesn't look happy at all! She glares at Stacey Lockman, upset at being confronted tonight.

R. Black: What are YOU doing out here? You picked a bad time, princess... I might like getting a free ride against the rookies, but in spite of that I haven't had a match yet and I'm itching for a fight. So unless you want to end up in a wheelchair again, you'd better get outta my face.

The crowd boos, but Rebecca Black just smirks and cracks her knuckles. We know she's dangerous, and that's probably not an idle threat... but Stacey Lockman doesn't seem worried!

S. Lockman: You're looking for a fight, Rebecca? Now that I'm cleared to wrestle, I've been looking for a fight too. The California Crippler lived up to his name at Survival of the Fittest and put Lorenzo Vasquez out of commission, but you're still here, and you still haven't learned your lesson. I haven't forgotten being a victim at your hands--

R. Black: So you're a victim, huh? I'll bet you get in your red Corvette, drive down to your house in Beverly Hills, and cry yourself to sleep in your ten-thousand-dollar king-size bed every night because you're life's so hard. You've had it easy your whole life. Your daddy bought you everything you ever wanted and got you a job in this wrestling company even though you'd never even been in a simple lockup in your life. MY dad taught me to wrestle by beating the shit out of me every night, fucked me up, and kicked me out of the house when I was seventeen. But big, bad Jimmy Lockman, the dirtiest fighter in professional wrestling, handed you everything you ever wanted. The only bad things that have EVER happened to you--and those are few and far between enough--you brought those upon YOURSELF.

The crowd boos, and Stacey Lockman rolls her eyes.

S. Lockman: Okay, maybe I have had it easy... up to a point. I got into this business on my dad's name--just like you did--but now that I'm in, if anything that makes it even harder for me day-to-day. And I don't see how I brought anything upon myself. Did I bring it upon myself when you shoved me up against the wall and snowballed me a couple years ago? Did I bring it on myself when your little sex kitten Amy Lin wanted to make an example out of me earlier this year? Did I bring it upon myself when you helped Lorenzo to break my neck and rob me of every shred of dignity I had, then came out and laughed about it every week on national TV!?

Stacey Lockman's getting angry and shaken as she recalls those events of the past, but Rebecca Black just smirks at her.

R. Black: Yeah... you did. You brought it upon yourself the instant that you stuck your nose in the wrestling business without deserving to be here. Use your fucking head, you little blonde cunt. "Pretty Boy" Jimmy Lockman climbs to the top of the West Coast wrestling scene by screwing over all the other wrestlers and climbing over their backs, and then fifteen or twenty years later, his pampered Valley Girl daughter shows up in this business. You're driving fancy cars and wearing jewelry that were BOUGHT with the BLOOD of the wrestlers your father fucked over, and you're COMPLETELY fucking DEFENSELESS, and you act surprised that a few of your co-workers want to get violent with you. I don't know which fancy college your dad sent you to, but if you're really that dumb he should ask for a refund.

S. Lockman: If you were anyone else, you might have a point. But where do YOU get off being mad at ME over having a father who's a legendary wrestler? When my dad, Jimmy Lockman, was cheating his way to the top of the NCWA... "Superstar" Sean Black was right alongside him.

R. Black: No, you mean right BEHIND him, in his shadow. But that's not even the issue. Even if my dad had been the bigger star, it wouldn't have made a bit of difference to me. Because none of the glory or big paychecks would have trickled down to me or any of his family. All the fame and fortune that my dad got just amounted to more coke for him to snort and more ring rats for him to fuck. Forget about Mom's trust fund... Dad already had that spent by the time I was born. So we had my mother, a fucking Spanish heiress with an internationally famous pro athlete for a husband, working as a fucking bank manager to support four kids.

But you've had your fancy cars and twenty-room house and five-thousand-dollar shopping trips all your life... and even though our fathers were as close as brothers, I'll be damned if you'd EVER invite me in from the cold. But that's okay... I didn't need your fucking charity. I grew up pretty damn quick, and I got into the wrestling business. My dad's enemies came for me too, but I fought them and fucked them and MADE them respect me. But then you... YOU came into MY world. And you didn't have what it takes to earn MY respect. And you still don't. I never liked you, you stuck-up little bitch.

The crowd is speechless after that venom-filled tirade, but Stacey Lockman just gives Rebecca Black a sad, disgusted look.

S. Lockman: You know, every time you open your mouth--

R. Black: Every time YOU open your mouth, it looks empty without Ken Collins's dick in it.

Stacey Lockman blushes, silenced and embarrassed for a second, then seems to remember just who she's talking to.

S. Lockman: Okay, that's not even the pot calling the kettle black. That's the mack truck calling the paperweight heavy.

R. Black: Speaking of calling people heavy... last time we wrestled, I couldn't help but notice that your leotard seemed a little snug. And that big splash that you pinned me with... man, gain a few more pounds, and that move'll be more devestating than the Destiny Driver. So I figure either being in a wheelchair isn't good for your figure... or maybe Ken just likes to watch your fat ass jiggle when he fucks you.

Stacey Lockman's eyes open, and her jaw drops as she stares at Rebecca Black.

S. Lockman: You did NOT just say that.

Rebecca Black gives Stacey Lockman a fiendish grin.

R. Black: Oh, believe me... I did.

S. Lockman: Well, if we're gonna go there, you know... at least everything on MY body is flesh and bone. Maybe one of the reasons Troy's not interested is because your fake breasts look like they came from a Third World plastic surgery clinic where the surgeons take handjobs in the broom closet as payment.

At that comment, Rebecca Black explodes in a storm of anger.

R. Black: What the fuck makes you think you can talk to me like that, you pampered fucking whore!? I could mangle that pretty little face of yours in seconds flat, and then YOU'D need plastic surgery. I could rip your precious little all-natural tits off and shove 'em up your ass. My dad taught me how to hurt people, and he may be a sick asshole, but he's also the greatest wrestler ever to--

S. Lockman: Oh yeah? My dad can beat up your dad.

The crowd cheers, and Stacey Lockman smiles, but Rebecca Black is only further infuriated.

R. Black: Get your ass in here, and I'll make what Lorenzo did to you look fucking pleasant by comparison. I've had it with you. You want to come out here and fuck with me!? Get in the ring, and I'll make you damn sorry you ever opened your mouth.

S. Lockman: After all you've put me through, getting my hands on you will be a pleasure. You asked for it.

Stacey Lockman tosses aside the microphone and rushes to the ring, then slides inside. Rebecca Black stomps and pounds at her as she gets up, clobbering her with a series of stiff right hands! She backs Stacey up into the ropes, then whips her to the other side and rushes at her, but Stacey comes off and takes Rebecca Black down with a Thesz press! She crouches over Rebecca Black and pummels her with some fists to the face, then pulls her up by the hair and lifts her into a corner! Rebecca Black hits the turnbuckle back-first and staggers out, and Stacey Lockman runs at her and knocks her off her feet with a jumping kneelift, shades of her legendary father Jimmy Lockman!!

Rebecca Black's down, and Stacey Lockman grabs her leg, preparing to go for a figure-four leglock, another signature move of her father... but she changes her mind! The crowd seems disappointed and confused, but then Stacey Lockman rolls Rebecca Black over, drops a knee on one of her shoulders, then hooks her in the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Stacey Lockman has Rebecca Black trapped in the California Crossface! Rebecca Black's not tapping out, and if there's one thing we know about her it's that she's as vicious and stubborn as any of her brothers, and not likely to give Stacey the satisfaction of tapping out, but she's clearly in a lot of pain!!

Finally, the H.A.R.P. Squad pours out of the backstage entrance and hits the ring, pulling Stacey Lockman away from Rebecca Black. Stacey Lockman's going along peacefully, but there's an aggressive, yet satisfied smile on her face as she looks back at Rebecca Black in the ring. She got a small measure of revenge on Rebecca Black for this past summer's torments, and she liked it a lot! In the ring, Rebecca Black watches Stacey Lockman leave with a grimace of pain on her face, and though she's clutching her shoulder with one hand, she raises the other one and gives Stacey Lockman the finger as she departs, yelling curse words at her that are fortunately not picked up by any microphone. Could we see Rebecca Black and Stacey Lockman get in the ring, one-on-one, anytime soon?

Before we go to our next match, we have a camera backstage on Tom Guycot and "Doctor" Dave Adams! Maybe we can listen in and find out what these two goofs are up to. Let's take a look!

Backstage...

Tom Guycot is sitting at a table backstage, playing a game of Solitaire by himself. He seems to have come to an unwinnable situation in the game, but he looks around to make sure nobody's looking, then cheats, taking a card from underneath a stack of other cards, then playing it. That doesn't seem to have helped much, though, so he cheats again, taking another card from under a stack, then placing it. As he analyzes the game again, "Doctor" Dave Adams approaches him, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia, and they both look angry.

D. Adams: All right, you loony bastard, I've just about had it. It's not bad enough that you screwed up last week with the video, but then you ran in and cost me matches not once, but twice, AFTER we already knew the video was a dud. What the hell are you thinking?

T. Guycot: I'm sorry. I was just acting in harmony with our plan. We're supposed to feign a state of savage anger for one another, thereby creating a feud, thereby making a match between us worthy of exhibition on pay-per-view, thereby increasing our earnings. That is, after all, our purpose... isn't it?

D. Adams: Yeah, we were SUPPOSED to look like we were feuding, to get a match on pay-per-view so we could take home the big checks. But YOU messed it up, because you didn't edit the video. And now you're STILL interfering in my matches for some reason. We're not fooling anybody, so the least you can do is to leave me the hell alone, okay!?

T. Guycot: You don't understand, David. A good deception, like a good cake, has many layers. The trick now is to feign animosity towards each other, based on my failure to edit the tape. Then we feud, and we still get our pay-per-view match.

Dave Adams strokes his chin thoughtfully.

D. Adams: Y'know, that's a really stupid idea. I mean, really. It's completely retarded. But damned if I have anything better. And let me tell you, skullface, it's not very hard to act like I don't like you these days.

T. Guycot: Excellent. I'll try to make myself as unlikable as possible, for success is greatest if your portrayal of anger is rooted in reality.

As Tom Guycot speaks, VCW Commissioner James Applebee approaches him, staring strangely.

J. Applebee: What're you doing sitting here playing Solitaire and hanging out with Dave Adams, Tom? You're supposed to be headed for the ring for a match against Chris Champlain!

T. Guycot: Ah! Discovery looms near! I have to act quickly... Hey, Dave! I don't like you!! Now I'm gonna hit you!! Take THIS!!

Tom Guycot shoves the table over and rises to his feet, then draws back and punches Dave Adams square in the face, knocking him down. Nurse Vivacia glares at him and goes to check on Dave Adams, and James Applebee stares in confusion.

J. Applebee: Um, Tom... you were just sitting and having a pleasant conversation with Dave Adams. Why did you suddenly hit him for no reason?

T. Guycot: Because he is my mortal enemy, you fool!! His very presence drives me to acts of violence and savagery!! To put it mathemetically... he's "X"! I'm "Y"! THAT'S WHY!!

Tom Guycot turns and stomps away, and James Applebee stares after him in confusion. Dave Adams gets up, checking his mouth for blood, and glares after Tom Guycot.

D. Adams: I oughtta go throttle that weirdo. But he's booked against Chris Champlain, and that's probably bad enough. I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy watching this...

Dave Adams smirks in a mean-spirited way, and walks off the scene arm-in-arm with Nurse Vivacia, as James Applebee rolls his eyes and shrugs.

J. Applebee: They don't pay me enough to keep order in this madhouse...

James Applebee shakes his head and walks off, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and we're going to go ahead to our next match! "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple is playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Chris Champlain stalks out of the backstage entrance, dressed in his usual attire of dress slacks and a hooded cloak. He creeps to the ring and slides inside, then climbs up on one of the top turnbuckles and throws his head and arms back in maniacal laughter, shedding the cloak to the floor. This is his first appearance in the ring in three weeks, since being driven face-first through a glass table and sustaining horrible injuries in the process, and he seems to be ready to compete... but he's calling for a microphone! Uh-oh... this will probably be a shining example of twisted insanity.

C. Champlain: At Survival of the Fittest, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor inflicted horrible violence on my body... but it was nothing compared to the scars I've left on his mind. The poor fool lacked the good sense to finish me off when he had the chance, and now it's too late. But I'm still not finished with him yet. His story grows tiresome, and it is now time to end it, once and for all.

After that brutal Submission Match at Survival of the Fittest evidently failed to settle their issue, it's hard to conceive of what could end the rivalry between Russel Taylor and Chris Champlain. What could he have in mind?

C. Champlain: What I propose now is, quite simply, a fight to the death. Fighting until one man surrenders was simply not enough... I left him a way out, a means of ending his suffering. In our final encounter, there will be no such opening. My proposal now is simple: no retreat, no surrender, and no way out except over the lifeless carcass of your opponent. The winner of this match will be the one who mangles his opponent so severely, so horrifically, that he can no longer continue. Quite simply, what I propose now is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH.

Wow!! The crowd cheers in spite of their feelings of hatred towards Chris Champlain... what a match that could be! Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and Chris Champlain, finally ending their feud with a Last Man Standing Match... that would be simply incredible!!

C. Champlain: I know you're listening, Russel... so think about it. Think about what you would have to do to me in order to prevent me from getting to my feet. Think about what I'm planning to do to you. And just so your cowardice doesn't get the better of your urge to end this... think of what I'll do to everyone else in my path if you DON'T stop me.

The crowd boos... but now the boos become a confused, mixed reaction as "Nowhere Man" by the Beatles begins playing over the arena sound system! Here comes "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot, and it seems the crowd just doesn't understand him. In fact, it doesn't seem like anyone knows what to make of him so far. He makes his way to the ring, then climbs inside. Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins this match!

"The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot

vs.

Chris Champlain

Chris Champlain doesn't show any hesitation or signs of being slowed down by his recent energies, and tears into Tom Guycot with a vicious, sadistic ass-kicking from the opening bell. After a minute or two, the match spills to the outside, and Linda Peterson seems inclined to be lenient here and let them brawl on the outside. Chris Champlain drops Tom Guycot throat-first across the guardrail, then climbs up on the apron and waits for him to get up... and when he does, he leaps off at him with a flying clothesline... but Tom Guycot whirls around suddenly to nail him with a HARD uraken to the face!! The crowd lets out a small "oooh" and Chris Champlain goes down like a ton of bricks... he stuck his face right into that one, and just got clobbered!! His mouth has been bloodied as a result of that big move...

Tom Guycot brings Chris Champlain back in and hits some of his unorthodox offense, with no shortage of Tomahawk chops thrown in. Chris Champlain is staggered, but you're not going to beat the man who's survived more grisly abuse than humanly possible in the first-ever Living Hell Match with a bunch of Tomahawk chops. As the match continues, Chris Champlain regains the advantage at a few occasions, and continues his sadistic dismantling of Tom Guycot, but Tom Guycot, being somewhat of a rascally, tricky sort, manages to stay in the match and turn things back to his advantage each time. Tom Guycot then surprises everybody by yelling "GOOD BOTTLECAPS MAKE FOR OLD WASTE!!", grabbing Chris Champlain by the throat with both hands, and bringing him down with a rather sloppy Miracle Ecstasy double-choke bomb!! That's the sort of high-impact move he'll need to bring down Chris Champlain... but this time, it only gets a two and a half count.

Still, by intention or not, Tom Guycot seems to have picked up a big opportunity, and he follows it up with some nice moves! A brain buster gets another count of two and a half, as does a German suplex, and an Ace Crusher gets a near fall!! But then he uses an airplane spin for about fifteen seconds, drops Chris Champlain, and goes for the pin, and THAT doesn't get a near fall. Tom Guycot gets up and climbs to the top turnbuckle, a little slowly because he's dizzy, and Chris Champlain gets up. Tom Guycot leaps off with a flying Tomahawk chop, but Chris Champlain was waiting on him, and he knocks him out of the sky with a dropkick!

Chris Champlain takes the advantage back in a hurry, hitting a series of nice moves on him, then planting Tom Guycot with a piledriver that would've picked up the victory but for Tom Guycot's foot reaching the ropes. Chris Champlain seems ready to end this, and he bodyslams Tom Guycot, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and falls back with a SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!! But he lands on Tom Guycot's raised knees! Chris Champlain is stunned, and Tom Guycot pulls himself to his feet. But Chris Champlain's up too, albeit still doubled over, clutching his stomach... so Tom Guycot runs into the ropes and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker! He pulls Chris Champlain up, backs him into a corner with Tomahawk chops, then whips him to the other side! Chris Champlain hits the turnbuckles back-first and slumps in the corner, and Tom Guycot runs and leaps up on the second turnbuckle, hooking his head... SKULLICIDE!! No, Chris Champlain throws him off, holding his legs, then twists his legs into position for the TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!! He just countered the Skullicide with the Texas Cloverleaf, and Tom Guycot's far from being able to reach the ropes, because of the direction that Chris Champlain turned him in when applying the hold... and he's tapping out!! Chris Champlain wins!!

Chris Champlain made Tom Guycot submit to the Texas Cloverleaf in 0:08:17.
Rating: ** 1/2

Chris Champlain has defeated Tom Guycot, and fortunately, he seems inclined to simply release the hold rather than to continue to abuse him. Tom Guycot learned a very hard lesson... you do not attack the most dangerous, sadistic human being in VCW with an offense full of Tomahawk chops and airplane spins.

As Chris Champlain makes his way backstage, we're going to go backstage now where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with Lars Coverdale! According to the booking sheets, he's scheduled to take on... Michelle Hubbard, of all people, in a Hardcore Match! What the heck is THIS all about!? Let's go backstage with Lars and find out.

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Lars Coverdale. Lars is dressed to wrestle, and he has a goofy, excited smile on his face as he eagerly awaits his moment in the ring.

Z. Adderloaf: Okay, folks... I'm backstage with Lars Coverdale tonight! Lars, in a few moments, you're booked to wrestle Michelle Hubbard in a Hardcore Match. What are your comments going into this match?

L. Coverdale: Oh, man, this is gonna be so awesome. One time, me and Marty went to this biker bar, where you got to wrestle with women in mud if you paid fifty dollars...

Z. Adderloaf: Yeah? What happened?

L. Coverdale: Well, the bikers beat us up and stole our money and threw us out, so we didn't get to do it. But this is gonna be just like that would've been, except it won't cost fifty dollars and it won't make me get all muddy and stuff. In other words, it's gonna totally ROCK.

Z. Adderloaf: Well, I certainly can understand why you'd feel that way... but Michelle Hubbard had a very successful, if brief, career in Japan as a wrestler in many hardcore matches and deathmatches. She's extremely dangerous--

L. Coverdale: Yeah, and she's a primo babe, too! This is gonna be great!! Just you watch, dude... we're gonna be all over each other out there. This match might get hardcore in more ways than just one.

Lars Coverdale gives a thumbs-up and wink, then walks off, eager for his match, as Ziggy Adderloaf stares after him in confusion.

We're back, and this may not be good for Lars at all; if he underestimates Michelle Hubbard in a Hardcore Match, he could end up getting badly hurt. She's a lot smaller than him, and a lot older than him, but her viciousness and inner fury are off the charts, and in contrast, Lars is one of the nicest, mellowest members of the VCW roster. He may be totally unprepared for what he's getting into.

Right now "Life In The Fast Lane" by the Eagles is playing, and that brings out Michelle Hubbard, accompanied by her husband, David Wright Hubbard! He's dressed in a tight pair of blue jeans and an XXL-sized T-shirt with his "DWH" logo on the front, and the phrase "NOW YOU'RE MESSING WITH A SON OF A BITCH" on the back. We understand those shirts are available at the concession stands and in the VCW Shopzone for only $16.95! Michelle, on the other hand, is actually dressed in wrestling gear; she's wearing a pair of black and yellow tights and a black and yellow tube top, along with some wrestling boots. Aside from the two huge kneebraces on her knees and some ugly scars on her shoulders, back, and arms, she looks pretty good in wrestling attire for someone who's pushing forty. She enters the ring and goes to grab a microphone, but David Wright Hubbard beats her to it. He looks around at the crowd, which is booing him...

D.W. Hubbard: Folks, I'd like to apologize for the sorry little spectacle you're about to see. Now, it ain't that I care about what you think of this show, because basically we already got your money for the tickets and we ain't giving it back, but it's just that you're about to see something that don't belong in a prestigious wrestling company like VCW. You're about to see a little woman fighting a little sissy in a hardcore match. My wife took and got it in her head that she's gonna beat up Lars Coverdale for me, and the damn VCW committee made the match... and then they made a clause where I can't interfere, or I'm gonna get suspended. Basically, I think that's a bunch of crap. I think it sucks. That's what I think!!

The crowd doesn't seem to care what David Wright Hubbard thinks, and they boo him. However, he seems to misunderstand the cause of their boos. Michelle Hubbard glares at him, becoming impatient.

D.W. Hubbard: See? Listen to that. Listen to THAT!! They don't wanna see this shit! Come on, honey, let's just get the hell outta here and go get some sirloin steak and onion rings. I ain't had some good onion rings in I don't know how long--

Michelle Hubbard snatches the microphone away from David Wright Hubbard.

M. Hubbard: You keep your damn mouth shut or I'm gonna onion ring you, you got that!?

D.W. Hubbard: No, actually... I don't get it. How would you "onion ring" me? I mean, really now. That don't make the least bit of sense as far as I'm concer--

M. Hubbard: I thought I told ya to shut up.

D.W. Hubbard: How come I gotta shut up while you talk!? Can't you shut up while I talk!?

M. Hubbard: Because I'm the one who has the match, dumbass. I let you come out here and talk and make an ass of yourself every damn week when you've got a match, and now I'm the one who's got a match, so shaddup!!

D.W. Hubbard: Yeah, well, if you're gonna be that way, I reckon I'll just leave.

David Wright Hubbard turns to leave the ring, and Michelle Hubbard watches him, nodding and smiling, as the crowd cheers. He rolls out of the ring to the outside, and the crowd continues cheering, but suddenly he stops, then climbs back into the ring, as the crowd boos.

D.W. Hubbard: I just changed my mind.

Michelle Hubbard rolls her eyes, but ignores his presence as she continues to talk.

M. Hubbard: Anyway, the whole reason I gotta do this is because you can't whip that Lars kid's ass properly, and I gotta show you how it's done. Lars, get out here... I'm gonna rock YOUR world, son.

"Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing, and the crowd explodes into cheers... and here comes Lars Coverdale!! He charges to the ring, slapping hands with a few fans as he runs down the aisle, then slides inside, and wastes no time in attacking... David Wright Hubbard!? Lars is ignoring Michelle, opening up on David Wright Hubbard with a series of right hands! David Wright Hubbard is too shocked to retaliate at first, and then Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!!

Hardcore Match:

Lars Coverdale

vs.

Michelle Hubbard
w/David Wright Hubbard

Lars Coverdale nails David Wright Hubbard with a series of quick punches, and David Wright Hubbard draws back to retaliate, but then remembers that he can't, or he'll get suspended! Lars hammers him back into the ropes, then steps back and NAILS him with a superkick that sends him out over the top rope to the floor!! He turns back to Michelle Hubbard and spreads his arms wide for a hug, with a goofy grin on his face... and she knees him right in the midsection! Lars Coverdale doubles over, and Michelle Hubbard grabs a double handful of his hair, then whips him to the mat by it! Lars Coverdale gets up, but Michelle Hubbard rushes at him and nails him with a clothesline! He wobbles on his feet, but doesn't go down, so she kicks him in the midsection, then grabs him by the hair and pulls him into a jawbreaker!!

Michelle Hubbard slides out of the ring, then grabs a chair and slides back inside. Lars Coverdale gets up, but Michelle Hubbard whacks him in the head with the chair several times, knocking him down more than once. Lars Coverdale is getting battered, and Michelle Hubbard raises the chair and charges in for a big, hard shot... but Lars Coverdale jumps up and knocks the chair into her face with a spin kick! Michelle Hubbard goes down hard!! David Wright Hubbard jumps up on the apron, yelling and threatening Lars Coverdale... and Lars rushes forward and dropkicks him, knocking him off the apron to crash into the guardrail! Now he's going for the cover... no, he's checking on Michelle Hubbard! The poor fool's actually concerned with her welfare! Anyone who's seen one of her famous matches knows that it'll take more than getting one chair kicked into her face to seriously hurt Michelle Hubbard, but Lars is still kneeling over her, checking to see if she's all right... and she pulls him down into a small package!! Bobcat McGavin counts to two and a half before Lars Coverdale kicks out!

Lars Coverdale and Michelle Hubbard both get up, and Lars goes into a fighting stance, but he hesitates, not wanting to hit Michelle, and she hits him first, then whips him into the ropes! She runs into the other side, and comes off to take him down with a cross bodypress! She stays on top for the cover... actually, Lars turns her about slightly so they're face to face, then kisses her, holding her on top of him as Bobcat McGavin counts! Michelle's actually struggling, trying to pull away from the kiss, even as Bobcat McGavin makes the three count that wins the match for her!!

Michelle Hubbard pinned Lars Coverdale after a cross bodypress in 0:02:40.
Rating: 1/4*

Lars Coverdale just went and got himself pinned, but he seems more preoccupied with trying to inhale Michelle Hubbard's mouth than anything else. But now David Wright Hubbard's in the ring... and the match is over, so nothing will stop him from interfering as Lars kisses his wife! He pulls Lars Coverdale up from the mat by the hair, and Lars Coverdale immediately punches him in the face, but David Wright Hubbard just absorbs it and stalks towards Lars Coverdale menacingly, as the camera catches him saying, "You're gonna have to do better than that, son..." to him. Lars throws another punch, but David Wright Hubbard blocks, then whips him into the ropes! Lars comes off, and David Wright Hubbard charges him with a huge LARIAT... but Lars Coverdale ducks, and David Wright Hubbard wipes out Michelle as she stands up!

He shrugs, unconcerned with his wife's welfare, and turns back to Lars Coverdale... and gets a kick to the groin!! Lars Coverdale just doubled David Wright Hubbard over, and he throws a leg over his head and brings him down with the ROCKER DROPPER!! Lars Coverdale just took David Wright Hubbard down! And now he rolls out of the ring and pulls the limp body of Michelle Hubbard out with him... and starts carrying her backstage!? What the hell does he think he's doing? Hasn't she made it clear enough yet that she's more interested in brutally clobbering him than anything else?

Once again, Lars Coverdale has failed to learn from his mistakes. As David Wright Hubbard starts to pull himself up off of the mat, we're going to go backstage, where the Grave Digger is standing by with comments about his shot at Gabriel Black's VCW Television Title in tonight's main event! Let's take a look at that now!

Backstage...

The Grave Digger is standing backstage in a dimly lit room. The lighting of the room falls at an angle that gives his face a somewhat sinister look to it as he speaks in a stern voice filled with pent-up frustration and malice.

G. Digger: Tonight... I have been granted a shot at Gabriel Black and the VCW Television Title. Tonight is my chance to steal from him as he has stolen from me. His VCW Television Title victory at Survival of the Fittest... his triumphant return to VCW... all that will be gone and forgotten after tonight. What will be remembered is his punishment for his attacks and crimes against me. Tonight, I become the VCW Television Champion, and Gabriel Black's moment of triumph comes to a quick end.

The Grave Digger pauses, then levels an intense, burning stare on the camera as he continues speaking.

G. Digger: Think about it, Gabriel. In a matter of minutes, you will lose more than the VCW Television Title. Your illusion of invincibility and greatness will be destroyed. And as for your physical well-being... if Troy Black and Tony Garcia broke your back, and I defeated both of them singlehandedly... what do you think I'LL do to you? I've never been known for displays of mercy or compassion, Gabriel. And after the dust settles tonight, your title reign, your reputation, and your broken body itself will all be laid to rest and buried SIX FEET UNDER.

The Grave Digger stares into the camera, and his eyes roll back into his head, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and we're ready to move along to our next match! "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica begins playing, and that brings out Owen Addison, to a modest round of cheers from the crowd. But some people in the crowd boo out of frustration, perhaps wishing that he'd reform the Ontario Colour Show. His decision to remain in singles competition hasn't been a popular one with either his teammates or the fans. Nevertheless, it could be a profitable decision, as he has a chance to become the VCW Intercontinental Champion tonight. He enters the ring and stretches before the match, preparing to face Ken Collins.

And now "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing, and the crowd explodes into a huge round of cheers as the reigning and defending VCW Intercontinental Champion, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, comes to the ring, accompanied by Stacey Lockman. There's no question, he's extremely popular among the fans of VCW, and he may be one of the best technical wrestlers in the company. Is he better than Owen Addison? We may learn the answer to that tonight. He enters the ring and holds the VCW Intercontinental Title high in the air, then hands it to Stacey Lockman and enters the center of the ring. He exchanges a handshake with Owen Addison, and the bell sounds as Jerry Rogers signals for the match to begin!

For the VCW Intercontinental Title:

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins (c)
w/Stacey Lockman

vs.

Owen Addison

The opening minutes of this match are pretty evenly-matched, as the two men trade the advantage often, with neither one taking a clear edge. Both men show a lot of technical wrestling proficiency and quick thinking, but they're evenly matched to the point where nobody holds the advantage for too long. Owen Addison takes the advantage and turns the crowd against himself by breaking a headlock with a hair pull, then pulling Ken Collins face-first into a big kneelift. Ken Collins staggers back, and the crowd boos. A grimace on Owen Addison's face seems to say, "Yeah, who cares what you think, anyway!?" as he unloads on Ken Collins with a pair of stiff chops, then knees him in the midsection and brings him down with a vertical suplex!

Owen Addison takes the advantage with a rough, aggressive style of offense, going after Ken Collins's right leg in a vicious manner reminiscent of Ric Flair or Bret Hart. That may be a smart move, since Ken Collins probably does have a bit of an advantage in speed and aerial ability and this'll slow him down quite a bit. The crowd doesn't seem too fond of this choice of tactics, and it may reflect a lack of confidence in his own technical wrestling ability by Owen Addison, a trait more commonly shown by his rival, Jacob Idol. And he continues to use rough tactics as needed, cutting off Ken Collins's attempts at turning the match around by hitting him with a kick to the knee or elbow to the face, rather than trying to outwrestle him.

Finally, Ken Collins has had enough of this, and after flipping out behind Owen on a belly-to-back suplex attempt, he clobbers him in the back of the head rather than wrestling him. The match breaks down into a brawl as Ken Collins attacks out of frustration and Owen attacks because it's what has worked for him so far, and things only get more chaotic as Ken Collins dumps Owen Addison out to the floor, then grabs the ropes and jumps out onto him with a pescado bodypress! Owen Addison goes down, but Ken Collins may have hurt his own knee further with that move. He blocks out the pain with a grimace and continues to attack Owen Addison, but he's walking with a distinct limp now. But now it's his turn to get a little vicious and attack a body part, and he chooses Owen's right shoulder, with its history of injury. He shows no mercy, hitting it with elbowsmashes in an armwringer and taking Owen Addison shoulder-first into a steel ringpost, and now Owen seems to be the one in trouble.

Back in the ring, Ken Collins keeps working Owen Addison's shoulder over. Owen makes the ropes after an armbar, but then Ken Collins pulls him up and gives him a shoulderbreaker! That hurt Ken Collins's knee further but Owen Addison is curled up on the mat in a world of pain. Ken Collins takes a moment to get up after that move, and Owen Addison's starting to get up. Ken Collins tries to pull him into the California Crossface, but Owen Addison just elbows him in the ribs, then brings him down with a jawbreaker. With the advantage once again in his court, Owen Addison seems to grow both more angry and more desperate, stomping and kicking at Ken Collins with blind aggression in between takedowns and attacks on his right knee.

Owen Addison's approach to this match seems somewhat erratic and uncertain now, and that only becomes more evident when he tries for the Tombstone out of nowhere. Ken Collins slides down his back to escape, then goes for a kick to the midsection when Owen turns around, but Owen catches his leg and brings him down with a dragon screw leg whip into a scorpion deathlock! Ken Collins struggles for several excruciating seconds, then finds one of Owen Addison's legs hanging back too far and pulls on it to twist out of the hold and reverse to an ankle lock submission!! Owen Addison's not about to submit, with his legs in perfect, healthy condition, but he's having trouble making it to the ropes, and Ken Collins holds onto the ankle lock for all it's worth, fighting to keep Owen trapped in it as long as possible.

Finally, Owen Addison makes the ropes, and now he's limping slightly too as he gets up. But Ken Collins is ready to go on the offensive, punching and chopping, then bringing Owen down with a snap suplex. A trio of rolling German suplexes, ending in a release instead of a bridge, lays Owen Addison out, and Ken Collins starts to go up to the top turnbuckle, looking for the Flying Dropkick to finish. But his limps slows him down, and Owen Addison, realizing his dire situation, is able to force himself to his feet through sheer inner fury and climb the turnbuckles to meet him at the top. He hooks Ken Collins for a superplex, but his right shoulder's not strong enough, and Ken Collins breaks the chancery with a few shots to the ribs, then hooks Owen around the waist, lifts, and FLATTENS him with a TOP-ROPE GUTWRENCH POWER BOMB!! Owen Addison crashes to the canvas in a mangled heap, and Ken Collins pauses to regain his balance, then follows him down with a flying elbowdrop!! The landing hurts his already-injured knee, but after a second he sucks it up and goes for the cover, and Owen's not kicking out anytime soon. Ken Collins retains!!

Ken Collins pinned Owen Addison after a flying elbowdrop in 0:22:51.
Rating: *** 3/4
(Ken Collins retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)

The crowd explodes into cheers, and Ken Collins stands up, limping severely and clearly in pain. But he's also victorious, and he manages to smile as he raises his arms and accepts the VCW Intercontinental Title. Stacey Lockman enters the ring to ask if he's alright, then smiles and hugs him when he indicates that he is. Owen Addison's starting to get up too now, still a little out-of-it after taking the top-rope gutwrench power bomb, and Ken Collins helps him up, then offers him a handshake. Owen Addison stares at him with glassy eyes for a second, then reluctantly accepts the handshake and rolls out of the ring, heading backstage. As Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman head backstage as well, we have to wonder about what we've just seen. Owen Addison wrestled somewhat erratically and seemed to lack confidence in his own technical wrestling ability tonight. Would it be reading too much into this match to wonder if he's having second thoughts about his singles career?

Before we move on, we're going to go backstage... evidently, Michelle Hubbard has recovered, in the care of Lars Coverdale, just before Johnny Smiles's match with Butch Manson! Let's take a look backstage and see what's going on there...

Backstage...

Lars Coverdale, Michelle Hubbard, and Johnny Smiles are sitting backstage. Johnny's preparing to wrestle, and Lars Coverdale seems preoccupied with talking to Michelle. Michelle seems like she'd rather be someplace else right now.

M. Hubbard: Look, you idiot, what do I have to do to convince you that I'm more interested in kicking your ass than I am in hooking up with you!?

L. Coverdale: Come on, check it out. Look at your husband! He's totally bogus. He's a jerk, he smells bad, and he talks funny. But me... I'm Lars Coverdale. The choice is so easy, it practically makes itself.

M. Hubbard: What are you talking about?

L. Coverdale: Look. Just name ONE thing about him that's better than me.

M. Hubbard: Okay. He lasts longer than thirty seconds in bed, his salary's almost triple yours--

J. Smiles: He beats you almost every time you wrestle each other, he's a former World Champion, he's a former two-time InterJohnnynental Champion, he--

L. Coverdale: Whoa, Johnny... you're not helping, man.

J. Smiles: Sorry.

L. Coverdale: Okay, I see that this isn't going to be easy. So maybe it's not enough that he just hit you with a lariat and left you there, and then I, your knight in multicolored tights, made sure you were okay. Maybe you need a song to prove how much I dig you.

M. Hubbard: Believe me, that's the last thing I--

L. Coverdale: Ladies and gentlemen, Johnny Smiles on lead guitar! This is one we wrote ourselves, by Van Halen... we like to call it... "Can't Stop Loving You"!

Johnny Smiles starts playing air guitar and trying to duplicate the opening notes from Van Halen's "Can't Stop Loving You" with his mouth, as Lars Coverdale starts to sing in a borderline-passable Sammy Hagar imitation. Michelle Hubbard rolls her eyes and looks away, but Lars Coverdale steps into her view.

L. Coverdale: There's a time and a place for everything, for everyone.
We can push with all our might, but nothing's gonna come.
No, nothing's gonna change,
And if I ask you not to try, could you let it be?
I wanna hold you and say,
We can't throw this all away!
Tell me you won't go, you won't go,
You have to hear me say:

I can't stop loving you!
No matter what I say or do,
You know my heart is true, oooohhhh,
I can't stop loving you!

You can change your friends, your place in life.
You can change your mind.
We can change the things we say
And do anytime.
Oh, no, but I think you're fine.
And when you look inside your heart,
Oh, baby, I'll be there!
Yeah!
Hold on... I'm holding--

Suddenly, Lars Coverdale's performance is interrupted as VCW Commissioner James Applebee steps into the room and taps him on the shoulder.

J. Applebee: I hate to stop your fun, guys, but Johnny... your match is about to start. You might want to hurry out there.

J. Smiles: Uh-oh. Thanks, Commissioner... I'm on my way!!

Johnny Smiles hurries out of the room, and Lars Coverdale stares after him, disappointed, then looks back to Michelle Hubbard and shrugs.

L. Coverdale: Think I'd have much success with a solo album?

Michelle Hubbard sighs and looks away for a second, then turns back to Lars Coverdale.

M. Hubbard: Listen, kid. That song... it was--

L. Coverdale: Beautiful? Heart-wrenching? Totally awesome?

M. Hubbard: Stupid. Real stupid. Look at yourself for a second. You're standing there singing a Van Hagar ballad to a woman fifteen years older than you, with your buddy trying--but failing--to sound like a guitar in the background. Do you know how dumb that is?

Lars Coverdale's brow furrows in puzzlement.

L. Coverdale: Um... no?

Michelle Hubbard sighs again.

M. Hubbard: I don't get it, junior. More specifically, you don't get it. I whacked you in the head with a chair half a dozen times, and I still couldn't drill it into our thick skull.

L. Coverdale: You don't understand. Shakespeare said once that true love will blind you to ALL of your love's faults.

M. Hubbard: Yeah, right. YOU read Shakespeare?

L. Coverdale: No way! That stuff's boring. It just sounded like something he would've said, so I made up the part about him saying it so it'd sound better. Besides, in movies and stuff, the young dude who's in love--that's me--always gets the girl of his dreams--and that's you.

M. Hubbard: This ain't no movie.

L. Coverdale: Yeah, but it's VCW, and it's all on TV, so it's close enough, right?

Michelle Hubbard is left staring at Lars Coverdale, speechless. But at that moment, the door comes crashing open, and David Wright Hubbard charges in with a chair. Lars Coverdale turns to look at him, but doesn't react fast enough, and David Wright Hubbard whacks him in the head with the chair, sending him down to the floor.

D.W. Hubbard: You lousy son of a bitch!!

David Wright Hubbard stands over Lars Coverdale, beating him with the chair repeatedly, as Michelle Hubbard looks on with wide eyes. Finally, she grabs David Wright Hubbard by the wrist and pulls him away.

M. Hubbard: Come on, you beat him with a chair enough now. Let's just get outta here.

D.W. Hubbard: What do you mean, I beat him with a chair enough!? I ain't had satisfaction of him yet, and I don't intend to quit beating on him until I do!

Michelle Hubbard yanks the chair away and tosses it aside.

M. Hubbard: I said forget about it and let's get outta here, okay!?

David Wright Hubbard stares at her with a suspicious glare for a second, but lets it drop and mutters to himself.

D.W. Hubbard: Damn woman telling me I can't even whip a man's ass when I want...

M. Hubbard: What!?

D.W. Hubbard: Nothing, dear.

David Wright Hubbard stops to stare down at the fallen body of Lars Coverdale.

D.W. Hubbard: I'm gonna give you a little time to think about just how deep the shit you're in really is, son. Next time we get in the ring, I'm gonna whip your punk ass like I ain't never whipped it before, and there ain't man, woman, or child who's gonna stop me!

David Wright Hubbard grabs Michelle Hubbard by the wrist and starts to walk away.

D.W. Hubbard: Come on now... you wanna get outta here so bad, let's get going! If we get to the steakhouse and the onion rings have all gone cold, I'm gonna be a little bit pissed off...

Michelle Hubbard walks away with David Wright Hubbard, but throws one quick, expressionless glance back at the prone form of Lars Coverdale as they leave. With that, the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're moving right along to our next match now. "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC is playing, and here comes Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers, to a round of boos from the crowd. He'll be facing Johnny Smiles tonight in singles competition, as ordered by Crimson. Butch Manson seems to be confident that he can beat Johnny Smiles tonight, and perhaps if we step back and look at it, he might have a decent shot at it. At first glance, Johnny Smiles is a heavy favorite; he's a two-time former VCW Intercontinental Champion, and the winner of BOTH the Big Fight and the Survival of the Fittest tournament this year. But Butch Manson is a formidable tag team wrestler, largely untested in singles competition, and he's bigger and probably physically tougher than Johnny Smiles. He certainly looks like a force to be reckoned with as he enters the ring and prepares to do battle.

But now "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Johnny Smiles comes out of the backstage entrance, carrying a microphone! He stops at the top of the entrance ramp, staring into the ring at Butch Manson for a second, then turns to look around at the cheering crowd and raises the microphone...

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEERRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd explodes into cheers and chants along, and Johnny Smiles turns his attention to Butch Manson.

J. Smiles: Y'know something, Butch... you're probably my favorite out of all the members of Hell's Bikers. I mean, tonight I could be facing Crimson, who's the biggest and gooniest one out of the lot of you--and believe me, that's saying something--and the man who LOST to David Wright Hubbard at Wrestlewar... or I could be facing Jackass Norman--who, as we've seen tonight, likes to beat up young women backstage for candy bars. But no... instead, I get to face Butch Manson, who's standing in the ring with a goofy look on his face, looking like a cross between ZZ Top and X-Pac on steroids, totally unprepared for the brutality of the coming match.

Butch Manson scowls at Johnny Smiles and motions for him to bring it on, and Johnny starts advancing to the ring.

J. Smiles: But you may wonder... am I myself prepared for the brutality of this coming match? The answer is yes. I've studied you, Butch Manson, and I've watched all of your matches on tape. And let's just say that they were ALL brutal matches. And when we get in that ring, whatever suffering you try to inflict on me... it'll be NOTHING compared to the suffering I endured sitting through an entire TAPE of your matches!!

Johnny Smiles slides into the ring, and Butch Manson rushes forward to meet him! They begin trading blows in the middle of the ring, and Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin this match!

Johnny Smiles

vs.

Butch Manson

Butch Manson gets the better of the slugfest in the middle of the ring, and whips Johnny Smiles into the ropes, then runs into the other side and comes off with a big boot to the face! Johnny Smiles goes down hard, and Butch Manson stands over him, talking trash. The camera picks it up: "That's goddamned right, motherfucker. You don't like me, but I'm gonna MAKE you respect m--" and Butch Manson is cut off as Johnny Smiles tucks his legs under Butch's armpits and brings him down with a sunset flip for two! They get up, and Butch Manson charges in a rage, but Johnny Smiles takes him down with a drop toe hold, then gets up and dropkicks Butch Manson in the back as he stands, sending him sprawling face-first to the mat!

Johnny Smiles takes control of this match for a few minutes, hitting Butch Manson with much of his usual offense. He hits his two dropkicks in the corner and gets a pop out of the crowd, but as usual only gets a two count on the ensuing jackknife pinning hold. But Butch Manson is a tough competitor, and he stays in the match, sometimes taking control to beat Johnny Smiles up and hit the occasional power move. But for the most part, the match is controlled by Johnny... at least until he telegraphs a backdrop and gets kicked SQUARE in the face by Butch Manson! That changes the complexion of the match in a hurry!

Now in control, Butch Manson takes the match to the outside of the ring and begins beating the hell out of Johnny Smiles. He busts him open by ramming his head into the ringsteps, then rams him back-first into the steel ringpost not once, but twice! He rolls Johnny Smiles back into the ring and continues the assault, working over his back with vicious intent, then applying a Boston crab. The crowd gets behind Johnny as he struggles to the ropes, and he makes it to force the break! But Butch Manson retains the advantage, ripping, biting, and tearing at Johnny's bleeding forehead when he's not assaulting Johnny's back or pummelling him with his fists.

Johnny makes a few counters and attempts to come back as the match progresses, but he can't seem to throw off Butch Manson's dominance, as Butch Manson retakes the advantage each time. Finally, things look bleak for Johnny as Butch Manson hits a huge backbreaker, then lifts him up and gives him another one! Johnny Smiles is left on the mat, writhing in pain, and Butch Manson goes up to the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. He stops to thump his chest and raise a fist in the air, then leaps off backwards with a MOONSAULT!! But Johnny Smiles rolls out of the way, and Butch Manson wipes out on the mat! Will this be the chance that Johnny Smiles needs to win this match?

They both struggle to their feet, and Butch Manson throws a punch, but Johnny Smiles blocks and retaliates with several of his own! His back seems to make an astounding recovery as he goes on offense, taking Butch Manson down with an energetic series of fast-paced moves! Johnny Smiles is bloody and battered, but he's still showing a lot of energy! A jawbreaker followed by a bodyslam, then a legdrop gets only a two count, and a Russian legsweep followed by a neckbreaker only two and a half. But Butch Manson's clearly running out of steam, and Johnny Smiles whips him to a corner of the ring, then follows him in with a jumping avalanche! He cups his hands to his mouth and howls to the crowd, then pulls Butch Manson out and drops him with an inverted DDT! But instead of going for the pin after that big move, he tries for a scorpion deathlock, only to be kicked away by Butch Manson. So much for the Sting imitation.

Butch Manson gets up and charges Johnny Smiles with a clothesline, but Johnny Smiles ducks, and Butch Manson clobbers Brendan Powers! Brendan Powers goes down, and Butch Manson turns around... into a superkick!! He goes down! Butch Manson is getting up... but someone's coming out of the backstage entrance! It's Julian Page!! What does HE want here!? Butch Manson staggers forward... into a fireman's carry lift! Johnny's gonna give him the Smiledriver... but Julian Page reaches into the ring and pulls his foot, tripping him up! Johnny Smiles goes down, then gets up and turns to see what tripped him... and Julian Page jumps up on the apron, grabs him by the hair, and pulls him down throat-first across the top rope!! Johnny Smiles staggers back, and both Butch Manson and Brendan Powers are getting up! Johnny Smiles staggers backwards and bumps into Butch Manson... and Butch Manson lifts him in a torture rack!! No, come on!! Johnny's bloody and battered, and Butch Manson's racking him in the middle of the ring... and Brendan Powers is up to check on him! Johnny Smiles is trying to hold out... but he can't! He submits, and Butch Manson wins!!

Butch Manson made Johnny Smiles submit to a torture rack in 0:15:51.
Rating: ** 1/2

Damn it, Johnny Smiles just got screwed! Julian Page cost him the match... and now he's sliding into the ring! Butch Manson drops Johnny Smiles and rolls to the outside, staggering around with a groggy look on his face, raising his hands in victory; he doesn't seem quite sure what just happened, but he knows he won somehow! Johnny Smiles is starting to get up... but Julian Page drops him with a right hand, then crouches over him and begins hammering his bloody face with a frenzied series of punches! What's his problem!?

Finally he gets up and stops punching Johnny Smiles... but now he's pulling him up into a standing headscissors! He hooks his arms... SWAN SONG!! Johnny Smiles's blood-soaked face was just driven to the canvas, and now Julian Page is up and calling for a microphone! What's he going to say? He already had his daily tirade of excuses and blame!

J. Page: Earlier tonight, I told everybody... I have a new hit list. The people who have been holding me down... I'm going to drag THEM down for a change. And Johnny, you're public enemy number one. Forget about the time you cheated me out of the Intercontinental Title... that's old news by now. But at Survival of the Fittest, you cheated me out of the Wrestlewar main event! That should have been ME, kicking Troy Black's ass in the finals... not you. You don't deserve to be in the Wrestlewar main event. You'll always be the undercard comedy act, and a couple of fluke victories won't change that.

The crowd boos. Julian Page is staring down at Johnny Smiles with an intense, irrational hatred... he really seems to believe what he's saying!

J. Page: Now, in the past, when I've set career goals to win titles or big matches, the entire world has risen up to turn against me and cheat me out of what I've worked for. But now... I've set a different goal. My goal now, the sole purpose of my career... is to end your fifteen minutes of fame early, Johnny. You're at the top of my hit list, and I'm going to do EVERYTHING in my power to see you fall, to cheat you of your ill-gotten destiny as surely as you cheated me of my hard-earned rewards. See, now that I've been screwed out of everything, time and again, I have nothing to lose... and nothing to fill my time except looking for ways to take you down.

Now, whether I steal your title shot, run you out of VCW, or even END your CAREER, one thing's for certain... you'll NEVER make it to Wrestlewar, and you'll NEVER hold the VCW World Title. I'd sacrifice everything... I'd DIE before I let you go to Wrestlewar and win the VCW World Title. Whatever the cost, it doesn't matter... this time, you're the one who's screwed, you dumb son of a bitch.

Julian Page tosses aside the microphone, and now he kneels over Johnny Smiles, turns him over, and begins punching him again! Julian Page seems to have taken leave of all his better judgment and senses, and he's beating the hell out of Johnny Smiles in a furious rage! The crowd boos, but there's no sign of Julian Page stopping the onslaught! Finally, several members of the H.A.R.P. Squad run down to the ring and grab Julian Page, forcibly dragging him away from Johnny Smiles. And some medics are coming out for Johnny; he appears to have been knocked completely unconscious.

As the medics take Johnny Smiles away, we're going to head into our next match. "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd gives a mixed reaction, with quite a few cheers now, as Troy Black and Brujah come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Rebecca Black. Like them or hate them, they're two great athletes, and they proved it recently at Survival of the Fittest, even in defeat. But tonight, they have a huge, HUGE chance to turn their fortunes around; they have a shot at the VCW World Tag Team Titles! They enter the ring and pose for the crowd, which gives them a mixed response, then turn to the backstage entrance to await the arrival of the champions.

Now "War Machine" by KISS is playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Bass Rogers and Darren Michaels, the Tough Customers, the VCW World Tag Team Champions, come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Dean Sanders. They come to the ring, with the crowd cheering them on wildly, then climb inside and pose on opposite turnbuckles with their title belts. And now they step down, handing the titles to Dean Sanders on the outside, and Darren Michaels takes off his University of Illinois football jersey. They're ready for a fight, and Linda Peterson calls for the bell to begin the match!

For the VCW World Tag Team Titles

Tough Customers (c)
w/Dean Sanders

vs.

Brujah & Troy Black
w/Rebecca Black

Brujah and Bass Rogers start the match out, and Brujah begins by simply walking up and giving Bass Rogers a stiff punch to the face! The punch connects hard, but Bass Rogers just staggers back, smiles, and yells, "HERE'S HOW YA THROW A PUNCH, BOY!!" and just hauls off and KILLS Brujah with a full-force punch in the face! Brujah goes down and gets up, checking his mouth for blood, but Bass Rogers takes control, clobbering him mercilessly and tossing him around like a rag doll. But Brujah's constant aggression and resilience serve him well here, as he fights back fiercely, and eventually turns the tables by reversing a whip to the ropes and knocking Bass Rogers off his feet with a huge lariat when he comes off! Not many two hundred pound men can knock Bass Rogers off his feet with a lariat, but Brujah just did!!

Brujah clobbers Bass Rogers with a few hard shots, then tags in Troy Black. The two men both hook him, and together they manage to lift him and bring him crashing to the mat in a vertical suplex! Bass Rogers starts getting up, so Troy Black knees him in the midsection a few times to double him over, then brings him down again with a Rocker Dropper. And now Troy Black puts on a rear chinlock. That gets a lot of boos from the crowd, but it might be a smart move against Bass Rogers, who can take more abuse than a 1970s vending machine, but has been known to run out of stamina. But Bass Rogers is also big and strong, and he uses his strongth to fight his way up to his feet, then reaches behind himself, grabs Troy Black, and throws himself back-first into a corner, sandwiching Troy Black between himself and the turnbuckles! Troy Black staggers out, and Bass Rogers grabs him and brings him down with a belly-to-belly suplex!

Bass Rogers tags in Darren Michaels, who comes in and takes Troy Black down with some basic, but effective offensive moves. But Troy Black's edge in experience and skill comes into play when he manages to duck a clothesline and take Darren Michaels down with a Russian legsweep. Darren Michaels gets up and takes a swing at Troy Black, but Troy blocks it, then nails Darren Michaels with a throat jab! Darren Michaels goes down,. and Troy Black tags in Brujah. Brujah immediately begins aggressively dissecting Darren Michaels while keeping him isolated near his corner. Several times, Darren Michaels counters Brujah's offense or tries to mount a comeback through sheer fighting spirit, but his inexperience comes back to haunt him, as he finds himself in poor position to tag Bass Rogers or falls victim to a counter by Brujah. Troy Black comes in once and hits Darren Michaels with a few basic moves, but for the most part Brujah is the one who stays in the ring and keeps him isolated and in pain.

Things start to look bleak for Darren Michaels when Brujah takes him down with a huge spinebuster, then draws his thumb across his throat and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He raises his arms in a "V", then leaps off with the SWANDIVE HEADBUTT!! It connects, and Brujah goes for the cover... but only gets two and three-quarters! He scowls at Darren Michaels, then pulls him into a standing headscissors and lifts... but Darren Michaels blocks, then counters with a BIG backdrop! Brujah sails into the air and crashes to the mat, then starts to get up, and Darren Michaels darts forward with a sudden surge of strength, then spears him to the mat! But that may have been his last surge of energy, because now they're both down! Darren Michaels stirs first, but Brujah's getting up now as well! Brujah staggers to his corner and tags in Troy Black... but now Darren Michaels makes the tag to Bass Rogers! The veterans are in the ring now!!

Bass Rogers comes in, roaring and bellowing, and rushes right into a Troy Black dropkick! But he just absorbs it, then clobbers Troy Black with a few punches, whips him to a corner of the ring, then follows him in with an avalanche! Troy Black staggers out, and Bass Rogers takes him down with a belly-to-belly suplex! Brujah comes in and rushes Bass Rogers, and he runs right into a belly-to-belly suplex as well! Troy Black gets up, and Bass Rogers flings him to the mat with another belly-to-belly suplex, then backs into the ropes and comes off... but Rebecca Black reaches into the ring and trips him! Bass Rogers turns around to bellow at her, but Troy Black's up behind him! Dean Sanders rushes forward and nails Rebecca Black with a stiff right hand to the face, getting a HUGE pop from the crowd, and Bass Rogers turns around... right into a throat jab from Troy Black!

Troy Black pulls Bass Rogers up, kicks him in his ample midsection, and hooks him for a double arm DDT, but Darren Michaels rushes into the ring and bowls Troy Black over with a big clothesline! Bass Rogers grabs Troy Black's legs as he goes down, and turns him over into a Boston crab! Linda Peterson goes down to ask Troy Black for the submission, and Darren Michaels pulls Brujah up off of the mat... but Brujah catches him with a low blow on the way up, and Linda Peterson didn't see a thing! She's still asking Troy Black if he wants to submit... and now Brujah reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles! He rushes Bass Rogers, who sees what's coming too late, and NAILS him with the brass knuckles!

Bass Rogers falls off of Troy Black, holding his head, and Brujah quickly turns his back to Linda Peterson and stuffs the knuckles down the front of his pants! Dean Sanders jumps up on the apron, livid, yelling at Linda Peterson! Linda Peterson's asking Brujah what happened, and he's pantomiming a punch, but Dean Sanders is motioning that he had knuckles on, and he stuffed them in his pants! But as Linda Peterson hears Dean Sanders out, Brujah shakes one of his pant legs, and the brass knuckles fall out to the mat! He kicks them across the ring to Troy Black, unseen by Linda Peterson and Linda Peterson turns back to Brujah, demanding to search him. Brujah starts to protest, but she reaches down the front of his pants, appearing to enjoy her search a little too much...

Meanwhile, Troy Black's up, and he has the knuckles! Bass Rogers gets up and staggers towards him... THROAT JAB!! And that was with the brass knuckles, too!! Dean Sanders has seen about enough, and he jumps up on the apron with a chair... but Troy Black runs forward and dropkicks it into his face! Dean Sanders goes down and falls off the apron, and Troy Black quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off... BLACK DAGGER WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES!! Bass Rogers may be seriously hurt! That could've crushed his esophagus! Troy Black throws the knuckles aside and goes for the cover. Linda Peterson has finished searching Brujah and evidently found nothing made of brass in the region of his crotch, so she turns around just in time to count! Darren Michaels rushes forward to break up the pin... but Brujah tackles him to the mat, and Linda Peterson counts to three! We have NEW VCW World Tag Team Champions!

Troy Black and Brujah defeated The Tough Customers when T. Black pinned B. Rogers with the Black Dagger in 0:14:19.
Rating: *
(Troy Black and Brujah won the VCW World Tag Team Titles.)

The crowd boos loudly, with a fair-sized portion of cheers, as Troy Black and Brujah are declared the winners of this match! They roll out of the ring, eager to escape the wrath of the Tough Customers and Dean Sanders, then grab their ill-gotten title belts and begin heading up the ramp with them! Brujah and Troy Black raise the title belts over their head as they retreat with them, and Rebecca Black jumps up excitedly and gives Troy Black a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek, causing him to immediately shove her away and give her a look of disgust.

Back in the ring, Bass Rogers, Dean Sanders, and Darren Michaels don't look a bit happy with the outcome. They're arguing with Linda Peterson, but it looks like the decision will stand... they just got cheated out of the VCW World Tag Team Titles! As they continue arguing, we're going to go backstage, where Gabriel Black is preparing to defend his VCW Television Title in our main event against the Grave Digger!

Backstage...

Gabriel Black is dressed to wrestle, and is finishing lacing up his boots in his dressing room. As he prepares to go, there's a knock at the door, and Lance Errington enters, accompanied by Derek Cole. Lance is dressed in a leather jacket and blue jeans, not prepared to wrestle.

L. Errington: I suppose you heard the Grave Digger's promo earlier tonight. He really has it in for you.

G. Black: I could imagine. What'd he say, anyway?

L. Errington: I don't really remember. Some nonsense about taking you to the soul's of hell where you will never return, or something like that.

Gabriel Black stands up.

G. Black: We'll just see about that. I have some rather unpleasant ideas in store for him myself. I don't intend to tolerate his presence in VCW any longer. I may have to make an example of him.

L. Errington: Maybe it'd help if I went out there and put on a bunch of stupid red facepaint, then spit cherry Kool-Aid in his face and did a moonsault on him. That never fails to beat him.

G. Black: I don't think so. If I beat him like that, I'd end up wrestling a bunch of no-talent brawlers, and have such a lame title run that I'd make David Wright Hubbard look like Triple H. To tell the truth, I'm pleased that they're giving me such an easy time out for my first title defense. All I have to do is bring down a brainless lump of muscle. I was worried I'd actually have to face a talented wrestler.

D. Cole: What really gets me is that everyone seems to think he's some kind of unstoppable force. If you ask me, in the Gabriel Black era of VCW, he'd have been lucky to be the main event victim of the month.

Gabriel Black buckles the VCW Television Title around his waist, and turns to Lance Errington and Derek Cole with a serious expression on his face.

G. Black: I'll tell you a little secret. The Gabriel Black era of VCW... it's not over yet. These past six months have just been the eye of the storm. I have returned, and the Grave Digger is standing right in the path of the most dominant wrestler in the most violent wrestling organization in the world. He is NOT ready. May God have mercy upon his soul.

Gabriel Black turns and walks out the door of the dressing room, and Lance Errington and Derek Cole watch him go, nodding in approval.

We're back! It looks, once again, like Gabriel Black and Lance Errington may have some kind of alliance. What does this mean for the Grave Digger? Gabriel Black seems incredibly confident, going into a match with the only man ever to hold both the VCW World Title and the SMCW Triple Crown World Title. Do they have some sort of plan? Is there a conspiracy against the Grave Digger?

"Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly! Here comes the challenger! Seven feet two inches tall, three hundred and eighty pounds... this is the Grave Digger! He walks to the ring, looking ahead with a menacing stare on his face, and steps inside over the top rope. The Grave Digger is a huge, powerful, deadly man, and if Gabriel Black doesn't have some way of backing up his cocky attitude tonight, he could end up in a very bad situation. The Grave Digger just stands in the ring, waiting for Gabriel Black.

And now "Denial" by Sevendust begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as the VCW Television Champion, Gabriel Black, steps out of the backstage entrance! He's looking directly ahead into the ring, walking slowly but confidently towards the Grave Digger. For all that's been said about the Grave Digger's size and power, Gabriel Black's not a man to sell short either. During his VCW World Title reign, he was the longest-reigning wrestling champion since the 1980s, and he routinely dominated anyone who stepped in the ring with him, week after week. If there is ANYBODY who can outwrestle the Grave Digger and defeat him through sheer wrestling prowess, it may be Gabriel Black. He takes off the VCW Television Title and hands it aside, then steps into the ring. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

For the VCW Television Title:

Gabriel Black (c)

vs.

Grave Digger

Gabriel Black moves forward and locks up with the Grave Digger in the middle of the ring... and the Grave Digger flings him back with a HUGE shove, sending him tumbling head-over-heels into a corner of the ring! Gabriel Black gets up, staring in awe of the Grave Digger's power. He slowly creeps forward, approaching the Grave Digger, then darts in suddenly and punches him right in the jaw, but the Grave Digger doesn't even flinch! He just sends Gabriel Black sprawling to the canvas with a careless backhand blow! The crowd cheers loudly, and Gabriel Black gives the Grave Digger another wide-eyed stare as he gets up! He comes forward into a lockup, and immediately pulls the Grave Digger by the hair, into a side headlock... but the Grave Digger casually grabs him around the waist, lifts him, and falls back with a MASSIVE belly-to-back suplex!!

Gabriel Black crashes to the canvas and rolls out of the ring, favoring his back. He's walking around the ring, taking his time and thinking about his next move. Finally, he climbs back into the ring. The Grave Digger advances on him, and Gabriel Black backs up into a corner, then sticks his head and shoulders between the ropes, and Bobcat McGavin orders the Grave Digger to step back away from him. The Grave Digger backs up obediently, and Gabriel Black hops up to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off with a flying cross bodypress... but the Grave Digger easily catches him, then brings him down across a knee with a HUGE backbreaker!! Gabriel Black was nearly folded in half... and remember, he's just coming back from a career-threatening back injury!

The Grave Digger takes control of the match, mauling Gabriel Black and working over his lower back without mercy. He dominates for a few minutes with his usual power offense, brutalizing Gabriel Black. But Gabriel Black finally manages to turn the tide by catching the Grave Digger with a low blow. Gabriel Black gets in some offense of his own, but with his back in an injured state he can't lift the massive Grave Digger, which limits the moves he can accomplish. He tries to keep the Grave Digger on the mat and work him over, but the Grave Digger just forces his way to his feet each time Gabriel Black manages to bring him down. Gabriel Black hits a reverse neckbreaker followed by a bulldog, then a flying elbowdrop, but when he goes for the cover, he only gets a count of one. Desperate now, he takes the Grave Digger down with a Russian legsweep, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and comes off with the DESTINY HAMMER!! His knee connects with the Grave Digger's skull... BUT THE DIGGER DOESN'T GO DOWN!! The Grave Digger just took the Destiny Hammer, and he's just giving Gabriel Black a malevolent stare!!

Gabriel Black stares at the Grave Digger in horror, then goes down to his knees and begins begging for mercy! Gabriel Black is utterly powerless against the Grave Digger, and he's actually begging off! But the Grave Digger's not showing any mercy... he hauls Gabriel Black up, knees him in the midsection, and whips him into the ropes, then nearly decapitates him with a Yakuza kick when he comes off! The Grave Digger drops a leg on Gabriel Black, then pulls him up, whips him to a corner of the ring, and charges in with an avalanche! Gabriel Black gets crushed in the corner, then staggers out... into the GRAVE YARD SLAM!! He's down, and this match might be over... but the Grave Digger's pulling him up into a cobra clutch! He lifts... CRADLE TO GRAVE!! The Grave Digger just hit Gabriel Black with the Cradle to Grave now!!

The crowd's cheering loudly, but the Grave Digger's still not done. He pulls Gabriel Black up, then grabs him by the throat and lifts... CHOKESLAM!! Gabriel Black was just driven forcefully to the canvas, and he appears to be totally out of commission!! And now the Grave Digger's stepping out to the apron! He climbs to the top turnbuckle, as the crowd cheers loudly... he's gonna take flight! He leaps off, and CRUSHES Gabriel Black with a nearly four hundred pound FLYING ELBOWDROP!! Gabriel Black is flattened on the canvas, but the Grave Digger's not ready to end it yet... he draws his thumb across his throat, signalling for the Burial! He lifts the lifeless carcass of Gabriel Black, and turns him upside down... BURIAL!! He just planted him!!

The Grave Digger folds Gabriel Black's arms over his chest for the cover... but somebody is running down the ramp! It's Lance Errington, and his manager, Derek Cole, is right behind him! Bobcat McGavin counts to two... but Lance Errington reaches in, grabs the Grave Digger's ankles, and puts them on the bottom rope, and Derek Cole calls Bobcat McGavin's attention to it! Bobcat McGavin gives Lance Errington a suspicious glare, but the fact is that since he saw the Grave Digger's feet on the ropes, that wasn't a legal pin! But now the Grave Digger gets up and steps out of the ring to confront Lance Errington!

Lance Errington's backing up, wanting no part of the Grave Digger, but Derek Cole comes from behind and kicks him square in the back! Bobcat McGavin warns him about that, but he's letting it go, because the Grave Digger didn't even seem to feel it! He just turns around and grabs Derek Cole by the throat! He lifts him for a chokeslam... but Lance Errington reaches into his leather jacket, pulls out a pipe wrench, and comes from behind to nail the Grave Digger in the back of the head with it! Bobcat McGavin won't let that go, and that'll be an instant disqualification!!

The Grave Digger defeated Gabriel Black via disqualification in 0:07:14.
Rating: **
(Gabriel Black retained the VCW Television Title.)

Gabriel Black will retain the VCW Television Title; the Grave Digger just got screwed! But more importantly, he also just got hit in the back of the head with a pipe wrench, and he's down on one knee! He starts to get up and turn to Lance Errington, but as he turns Lance Errington deals him a second blow with the pipe wrench that knocks him off of his feet! And now Derek Cole has a steel folding chair, and he whacks at the Grave Digger's prone body with it!

But still, the Grave Digger's trying to stand up, so Lance Errington hits him in the head with the pipe wrench again! Inside the ring, Gabriel Black is starting to come around again, holding his head in one hand and favoring his back with the other. Lance Errington clobbers the Grave Digger with the pipe wrench again, busting his forehead open, then hauls him up, and with Derek Cole's help rolls him into the ring! The Grave Digger pulls himself to his hands and knees, but Lance Errington takes a firm grip on the pipe wrench and drives it into his skull again, sending him back down!

Gabriel Black gets up, glaring at the Grave Digger, and he's calling for the steel chair! Derek Cole slides it into the ring, and climbs in after it, and Gabriel Black raises the chair and brings it down hard on the Grave Digger's blood-drenched forehead! This is just sickening... not only is it three-on-one, but they're hitting him in the head with solid steel objects! Lance Errington and Derek Cole pull the Grave Digger to his feet, and hold him up by the arms, and Gabriel Black goes to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off and nails the Grave Digger with a TOP-ROPE CHAIRSHOT!! The Grave Digger crumples to the mat, and Lance Errington gives Gabriel Black a pat on the back, prompting him to pull away, grimacing in pain.

But they're still not done! Gabriel Black stands in one corner of the ring, and he's calling for Lance Errington to whip the Grave Digger to him! Lance Errington pulls the Grave Digger up, and Irish whips him towards Gabriel Black, who swings the chair at him as he draws near... but the Grave Digger headbutts the chair right back into Gabriel Black's face!! Unbelievable! Gabriel Black goes down! Lance Errington charges the Grave Digger... and runs right into the GRAVE YARD SLAM!! He's down as well! Lance Errington and Gabriel Black both roll out of the ring, in a great deal of pain... but Derek Cole doesn't quite scramble for safety quickly enough, and the Grave Digger grabs him by the leg and pulls him into the ring!

The Grave Digger pulls Derek Cole up and grabs him by the throat, and Derek Cole gives him a straight punch right to the solar plexus, but the Grave Digger doesn't even acknowledge that! He just lifts him up for a chokeslam, as the crowd cheers wildly! He holds him in the air for a second, and the camera catches Derek Cole's wide-eyed look of panic, just before the Grave Digger DRILLS him straight to the canvas!! Derek Cole is laid out, and Lance Errington and Gabriel Black are both retreating up the aisle, in awe of the power and indestructable nature of the Grave Digger! As they retreat, the Grave Digger calls for a microphone. With an evil glare on his blood-soaked face, he raises it to address them...

G. Digger: If you're so eager for a two-on-one battle, I'll deal with you just like I dealt with the Black Plague at Gang Wars. Gabriel... Lance... next week, come face me in a two-on-one Handicap Match. But this time a regular Handicap Match just isn't good enough... let's make it a Handicap CASKET MATCH.

The crowd explodes into cheers! The Grave Digger just challenged Lance Errington and Gabriel Black to a Handicap Casket Match!! He wants to wipe them both out at the same time, just like he did with Tony Garcia and Troy Black at Gang Wars! Will they accept this challenge!? And if they do, can the Grave Digger defeat both men, like he did at Gang Wars? What a match this'll be!! We're out of time tonight! We'll see you next week, with that big, big main event match in store!!

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