Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, continuing VCW's whirlwind world tour, this time live from the Sports and Entertainment Center in Australia! We have two huge matches already lined out for tonight. Troy Black will team up with VCW Intercontinental Champion "The California Crippler" Ken Collins and Survival of the Fittest Tournament winner Johnny Smiles to face all three members of the Hammer of the Gods, who'll be united again for the first time since Rob Solomon's injury! And in the main event, Crimson will defend the VCW World Title one-on-one against Brujah!

But right now, let's take a look in the ring, where Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers are already in the ring with microphones, and it appears they have something to say! The crowd's booing them already...

B. Manson: Hey, all you Crocodile Dundee cocksuckers, shut up a minute and listen to what a pair of REAL MEN have to say!!

The crowd only boos more, and Butch Manson paces in the ring, glaring at them impatiently. Jack Norman, wearing a denim vest and a gray T-shirt that both have the "Three Musketeers" candy bar logo on them, is calm and collected at his side.

B. Manson: Crimson sent us out here to say one thing. Last week... he saw what Gabriel Black did to the Grave Digger. But he ain't impressed. What you don't realize is that the boss could've taken out the Grave Digger ANY TIME HE WANTED. He just didn't feel like wasting the effort. And tell the truth, he decided he don't feel like wasting the effort on YOU either, Gabriel.

The crowd boos again... what's this? If you read between the lines, it sounds like Crimson's thinking about ducking Gabriel Black! Just last week, Crimson was ready to face Gabriel Black... but then Gabriel Black utterly destroyed the Grave Digger and sent him packing from VCW, and now, conveniently, Crimson decides he doesn't want to waste the effort on him!?

B. Manson: So I tell you what. Bring out your little blue-blood butt buddy, Lance Errington, and if you want a shot at the big boss, let's see you measure up to us first. If you got the guts to take me and big Jack on, maybe THAT'll impress the boss a little bit.

Whether Crimson's hiding behind Jack and Butch or not, that's one hell of a challenge! And here comes the answer, because "Denial" by Sevendust just kicked on, and that brings out Lance Errington and Gabriel Black, accompanied by Derek Cole! The crowd boos them, though there are a few scattered cheers from fans who prefer even these two scoundrels to Jack Norman and Butch Manson. They're here, and they're ready for a fight! Gabriel Black has a microphone, and he raises it to speak...

G. Black: So, Crimson wants to throw his sacrificial lambs to the slaughter first, does he? Perhaps this started as a ploy to lure my brother into a VCW World Title match, but now, I must admit, I'm looking forward to my day in the ring with Crimson. If I must make an example out of you first, then so be it.

J. Norman: You think you want a piece of us? You're looking at a big, bad pair of former VCW World Tag Team Champions, and we're gonna give you boys a lesson in what it is to fight like a real man! Kinda like Three Musketeers candy bars are big on chocolate and short on fat, tonight Jack Norman is big on ass-whooping and short on mercy, and I'm ready to take you boys down and show you how we fight on the street!

The crowd gives a confused round of boos as Jack Norman pounds his chest, and everybody stares at him strangely. Derek Cole raises his microphone with an incredulous, vaguely amused expression on his face.

D. Cole: WHAT did he just say?

B. Manson: Just... never mind him! The point is, you want a shot at Crimson, you've gotta go through us first! Are you man enough to take us on!?

L. Errington: You grease monkeys really want to fight us, don't you? Just know this: this isn't my battle. I have no issue with Crimson. But I'm not going to stand by and let a pair of lumbering goons like YOU take an ego trip at my expense. Calling out Gabriel Black is a bad enough idea... but when you call me out, you're asking for a lesson in brutality. You're coming head on at a man who doesn't bluff, who doesn't back down, and who doesn't have a SINGLE inhibition against destroying one of his fellow members of the collective festering cesspool known as humanity.

B. Manson: All right, then! Later on tonight--

G. Black: Later on tonight, you say? No, not later on tonight... right here, RIGHT NOW.

The crowd cheers... they're gonna go at it NOW!? Apparently they are, because Gabriel Black just tossed aside his microphone, and now he and Lance Errington are headed for the ring, followed by Derek Cole! Jack Norman and Butch Manson seem a little bit caught off-guard, but it looks like we have one hell of a match to kick off the show! Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match'll begin!

Gabriel Black & Lance Errington
w/Derek Cole

Lance Errington and Butch Manson start this match off for their team, and they begin exchanging blows in the middle of the ring! Butch Manson takes the upper hand with a kneelift, then whips Lance Errington into the ropes, but Lance Errington reverses it, then staggers Butch Manson with a stinging chop to the chest when he comes off! Butch Manson is rocked back, and Lance Errington scoops him up, then plants him with a Michinoku Driver! He goes for the cover, and Linda Peterson counts to two and a half before Butch Manson kicks out.

Lance Errington pulls Butch Manson up for more punishment, but Butch Manson catches him with an eye gouge, then kicks him in the midsection and bodyslams him. He tags in Jack Norman, and the two of them try to isolate Lance Errington for some slow-paced brawling offense, but Lance Errington's too skilled and tough to fall prey to them easily, and after less than a minute takes control again on Jack Norman, then tags in Gabriel Black. Lance Errington hooks Jack Norman and shows rather impressive strength by giving him a snap suplex, and Gabriel Black follows it up by springing to the top rope, then jumping off with a springboard legdrop on Jack Norman! And he doesn't even go for the cover, instead choosing to crouch over Jack Norman and pummel him with right hands!

Gabriel Black takes Jack Norman down repeatedly, showing a huge advantage in skill and finesse as he flawlessly outclasses his larger opponent. In a very short time, Jack Norman appears to be in trouble, and his situation only gets worse as Gabriel Black hoists him up for the DESTINY DRIVER!! Jack Norman quickly realizes where he is and panics, kicking and struggling with all of his strength, and that's enough to force Gabriel Black to release his hold or risk letting Jack Norman's weight send him toppling over. Jack Norman slips out behind Gabriel Black, and Gabriel regains his balance and turns around, right into a huge big boot from Jack Norman! He goes down hard, and Jack Norman steps up to one of the second turnbuckles, pumps a fist into the air, and yells "ALL FOR ONE, AND ONE FOR ALL!!"

Fortunately for Jack Norman, Gabriel Black was still too stunned from that big boot to be able to mount a comeback during that unusual behavior, and Jack Norman turns his attention back to the match, laying into Gabriel Black with clubbing blows and a few good power moves. But Gabriel Black is still the vastly more skilled and agile of the two men, and Jack Norman's advantage is short-lived as he counters a power bomb attempt with a Frankensteiner, ending sitting on Jack Norman's chest and raining fists down into his face. He brings Jack Norman down a few more times, then tags in Lance Errington, who immediately begins breaking Jack Norman down with his own precise, methodical offense.

But after watching Lance Errington dissect his partner for a minute or so, Butch Manson's evidently had enough, and when Lance Errington goes up to the top turnbuckle, Butch Manson shoves him from behind! Lance Errington falls forward off of the turnbuckle... and Jack Norman reaches out to grab his throat as he comes down, then lifts him and drives him to the mat with the CHOKESLAM!! Jack Norman covers, and Butch Manson rushes into the ring to tackle Gabriel Black and cut him off, as Linda Peterson counts... but Lance Errington throws a shoulder up at two and three-quarters! This was nearly a HUGE upset victory for Hell's Bikers!

Somewhat disgusted, Jack Norman tags in Butch Manson, who comes in to beat on Lance Errington a little more. With Lance Errington looking groggy, Butch Manson plants him with a belly-to-back suplex, then goes up to the top turnbuckle himself! He leaps off with a moonsault... but Lance Errington moves!! Butch Manson crashes face-first to the mat, and Lance Errington gets up, stumbles to his corner, and tags in Gabriel Black! The crowd gives a small pop for that as Gabriel Black comes in and begins cleaning house on Butch Manson, then on Jack Norman as well when he tries to come in and help! He takes both men down repeatedly, then dumps Jack Norman to the outside, where Lance Errington intercepts him and begins brawling with him.

Gabriel Black steps out to the apron and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle, looking perhaps for the Destiny Hammer on Butch Manson, but Butch Manson gets up too early and meets him in the corner with a punch! That stuns Gabriel Black, and Butch Manson climbs up to the top turnbuckle with him, then brings him down with a SUPERPLEX!! That could do it! He rolls over and covers Gabriel Black... but Gabriel throws a shoulder up at two and a half! Grimacing in frustration, Butch Manson pulls Gabriel up for a piledriver, but now Gabriel Black brings him down with a double-leg takedown, then falls back to slingshot him into the turnbuckle! Butch Manson's face crashes into the top turnbuckle, and he turns and staggers out, into a kick to the midsection from Gabriel Black! Gabriel quickly grabs a front chancery and hooks his leg, then brings him down with a fisherman suplex! On the outside, Lance Errington just took Jack Norman head-first into the steel ringpost, so there'll be nobody to make the save as Linda Peterson counts... and she gets three!! Gabriel Black wins!!

Gabriel Black releases the hold and rolls out of the ring as Butch Manson sits up, then pounds his fists into the mat in frustration. On the outside, Gabriel Black, Lance Errington, and Derek Cole are heading backstage, and the ball is clearly in Crimson's court now: Gabriel Black went through his henchmen right here on the spot, and now it's up to Crimson to make good on the VCW World Title shot he offered last week!

As they head backstage, we're going to take a look backstage as well, at the Technicians' dressing room, where we understand there's some big decision-making going on! Let's take a look!

Paul Canyon and Tim Bell are sitting on a bench in the Technicians' dressing room, and Jennie is sitting nearby, on an opposite bench.

P. Canyon: I wonder what he went to see the Commissioner about?

T. Bell: I don't know. After his interview last week, I really don't know what to expect. He hasn't been talking to me.

Jennie: The few times I've seen him, he seems upset.

P. Canyon: Well, I've known him for a long time now, and he ALWAYS seems upset over something. That's just how he is. But I know what you mean... this is a little different. He didn't even show up on last week's show.

T. Bell: Neither did you.

P. Canyon: Yeah, but if they book you in an eight-man match with the New Immortals and Dave Adams the week before, it's a pretty sure sign that the bookers don't have any plans for you. To tell the truth, I could use some time off with the family until you heal up. I'm just not a singles wrestler--

The door to the dressing room suddenly opens, and Owen Addison walks in.

O. Addison: Hey, guys.

He nods and waves to Tim Bell and Paul Canyon, and then his eyes narrow as they rest on Jennie.

O. Addison: Jennie. What a surprise to see you here.

Jennie: Um... hi.

T. Bell: So, what were you in such a hurry to see the Commissioner about?

O. Addison: Well... I've had a lot on my mind. I don't think any of us are getting what we're entitled to, and I intend to see that change. I look at the people who ARE getting what we deserve, and it makes me sick. Specifically... look at Troy Black and Brujah. It's not enough that Brujah screwed Tim Bell out of the VCW Television Title, that you, Jennie, double-crossed us for him--

Jennie: I didn't--

O. Addison: Yeah, you did. The point is that now they're the VCW World Tag Team Champions, and they shouldn't be. Just remember back... March 19, this year. Us against them... and I BEAT Troy Black, in the middle of the ring. But now they're the VCW World Tag Team Champions... not us.

P. Canyon: Well, somebody who's not us would have to be, since you didn't want the title shot.

O. Addison: Hold that thought, because I'm going somewhere with this. It seems to me like they're the ones responsible for the downfall of the Technicians. Look at us after Wrestlewar. VCW World Tag Team Champions, and VCW Television Champion... and now one of us is hurt and the other two are floundering in the midcard. There are too many groups in this business who call themselves the elite in professional wrestling, then go out to the ring and lose every time out, and I flat-out REFUSE to let us be one of them.

Paul Canyon stands up, with reserved hope shining through on his face.

P. Canyon: So are you saying--

O. Addison: Saying? I've already said it to the Commissioner, just a few minutes ago. I told him that, pending a few conditions, that the Ontario Colour Show is poised to accept the title shot we earned at Survival of the Fittest, at the earliest convenience of the championship committee.

Paul Canyon jumps forward and gives his partner a hug, and Jennie jumps up with a scream of delight, as Tim Bell smiles from his seat on the bench. But Owen Addison pushes Paul Canyon away, though he has to take a few moments to supress a smile of his own.

O. Addison: Now, I do have conditions, as I said. First... I'm only agreeing to this because we WERE the best. And if this is going to work, we still need to BE the best. If either one of us turns in a half-assed performance, shows less than optimal skill and determination, or even has a run of bad luck... the whole thing's off. I'm not going to be in a tag team for nostalgia's sake alone. Both you and I have to wrestle better than we ever have in our entire careers for this to work.

P. Canyon: I can accept that. And if you're as up for this as I am... I assure you, there won't be a problem.

O. Addison: Good. The other condition is focus. We're going to focus EVERYTHING on winning the titles and then keeping them. Everything. That means we're getting rid of the distractions and the dead weight... and Jennie, that means YOU. I'm putting my foot down, and telling you under no uncertain terms, you have to leave now. It's time to--

Paul Canyon's smile fades immediately.

P. Canyon: Hold on a second. What the hell do you mean, the distractions and dead weight!? Jennie's one of us! She's on our side!

O. Addison: You really still think so, don't you? And this is just what I mean. If we're going to get the team together, you have to wise up and let it go. I'm not going to be held back because my partner's a sucker for a pretty face.

P. Canyon: She's our friend. And I'm not going to turn on a friend to--

Jennie: No. I'll leave.

P. Canyon: What!? No, you won't. You shouldn't need--

Jennie: I won't be the dead weight that holds you down. I understand what has to happen. Your rightful place is at the top of the VCW tag team division... even if my place isn't beside you.

Jennie starts towards the door, and Paul Canyon puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

P. Canyon: You don't need to--

Jennie fixes him with tearful eyes set in a look of unshakable determination.

Jennie: I'm leaving. Goodbye.

Jennie steps away from Paul Canyon and steps out the door, as he watches her go. He begins to follow her, but Owen Addison steps in his way.

O. Addison: Let her go.

P. Canyon: I can't believe you. What's your problem?

O. Addison: I can't believe YOU didn't let that happen a long time ago. And my problem... the problem is GONE now. There is no problem any more.

Paul Canyon steps forward to Owen Addison, a glare burning in his eyes.

P. Canyon: Good. Then if there are no more PROBLEMS, we shouldn't have any trouble at all taking the titles back... PARTNER.

Paul Canyon shoves Owen Addison aside and steps out the door. Owen Addison catches his balance against the wall and stares after Paul Canyon in disbelief for a second or two before calling after him.

O. Addison: Where are you going!? You're not going to see HER, are you?

Paul Canyon's voice echos back to him through the hall.

P. Canyon: No. I just had to get away from YOU.

Owen Addison stares after him, and Tim Bell just looks down and shakes his head as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

What a mess. The Ontario Colour Show is back together... but if they can't coexist, how long will this last!? Unfortunately, we have a somewhat stupid segment coming up here. As we come back, Stormy Weathers is already in the ring with Haigeikobai, and he has a microphone. The crowd's booing him loudly, not looking forward to this in the least. Last week, Brian Rivera was humiliated by Haigeikobai, Stormy Weathers, and Yoko Fargo Moto, and he promised to bring a new ally to Australia tonight to help him get his vengance... but so far, all we see are Stormy and Haigeikobai!

S. Weathers: All right, Brian... you got all hot and bothered over Haigeikobai, so let's see what you're gonna do about it! Let's just see who you got now who you think is a better partner than the Japanese assassin!

Hold it... Brian Rivera just stepped out of the backstage entrance, carrying a microphone of his own! Could we be about to find out who his partner is? The crowd doesn't seem especially thrilled to see him, either...

B. Rivera: Aw, Stormy, you got no idea. I got one hell of a partner, and he's here, right now, bubba. You and your chump-ass ballet-dancing buster sure 'nough ain't ready for this, my friend.

S. Weathers: Aw, come on, Brian... what're you gonna pull? You got Jeff Wright? Buff Bagwell!? Don't make ol' Stormy laugh, boy.

B. Rivera: You just go right ahead and check my new partner out, Colonel Sanders... I'm finna drop him on y'all right NOW.

Brian Rivera turns and points to the backstage entrance, and "The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson begins playing over the arena sound system. Oh, no... we know that music... it wouldn't be... it is! MARYLIN SILVERA!! The crowd boos loudly as Marylin Silvera struts out of the backstage entrance, wearing purple tights with red hearts on them, and a pink silk shirt left unbuttoned all the way down. He's decked out to the nines tonight, with bright red lipstick, rouge on his cheeks, dark purple eyeshadow, and his flowing brown hair tied back with a pink ribbon. He dances seductively at the top of the ramp, licking his lips as he peels his pink shirt off, then turns around and bends over, revealing a large red heart trimmed with lace on his rear, with the words "FUCK PUPPET" written on it in cursive. After swinging his hips back and forth a few times in that position, he turns around to face the ring once more, with a predatory smile on his face. Stormy Weathers is nearly struck dumb, but unfortunately finds the powers of speech soon enough.

S. Weathers: What in the name of the damn-ass HELL is going on here!?

B. Rivera: This is Marylin Silvera, the former VCW Television Champion and the slick-ass motherfucker who's finna be my NEW tag team partner! Check it out, Stormy... you got the Brian RI-vera to the Marylin SIL-vera, two hip cats who been around a time or two, ready to bust out with some premium-grade, industrial-strength, restaurant-quality, flame-broiled, batter-dipped whoop-ass, my friend! You're looking at the start of the Rivera-Silvera Era, and if you ain't down with that, gimme a HELL YEAH!!

Brian Rivera raises his hands into the air as everybody except Marylin Silvera looks at him like he's completely lost his mind.

B. Rivera: So Stormy... you best ship those punks you brought in back to Japan where you found 'em and jump on the bandwagon with the Rivera-Silvera Era, because we're finna rock and shock your block all around the clock, we gonna hip-hop, bebop, and hotbox non-stop till you call the cops, and we'll be shuckin' and jivin' and gettin' merry like Christmas and LORD HAVE MERCY, we gonna give you something you ain't NEVER seen before.

Well, we never quite expected to see THIS kind of nonsense before... does that count? And now Marylin Silvera takes the microphone...

M. Silvera: That poor, pathetic thing in the ring right now is completely undeserving of my attention, or my affection... he is not a thing of beauty. But you may watch now, and marvel at the sleek, seductive movements of the well-muscled hunting cat as it stalks--then destroys--its helpless prey.

Marylin Silvera throws the microphone down, and begins stalking towards the ring! Haigeikobai is staring at him with a look of moronic confusion on his face, and Stormy Weather bails out of the ring as Marylin Silvera climbs inside! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and evidently we have a match right now!

Marylin Silvera
w/Brian Rivera

Haigeikobai
w/Stormy Weathers

Haigeikobai continues his moronic stare at Marylin Silvera as Silvera walks up to him and blows him a kiss. Finally, Haigeikobai springs into motion, waves his hands wildly in the air, and thrusts his hand forward to grab Marylin Silvera in the BROOKLYN DEATH GRIP!! Haigeikobai begins headbanging wildly as he applies the move, but Marylin Silvera just reaches out and strokes his fingers up and down Haigeikobai's arm lightly. Haigeikobai breaks the hold and pulls his arm away in confusion, then stares stupidly at Marylin Silvera again... and gets a kick to the midsection! Marylin Silvera hooks his head, and brings him down with a DDT!! Haigeikobai's massive afro may have padded the impact a little bit, but Marylin Silvera still goes for the cover, and Brendan Powers counts to three! Marylin Silvera wins!

Haigeikobai is laid out, utterly destroyed, as he generally is when somebody hits him with even the slightest bit of offense. Brendan Powers raises Marylin Silvera's hand in victory, and Marylin Silvera suddenly turns to him and plants a huge kiss on his mouth! Brendan Powers struggles for a second, then finally manages to pull away, staring at Marylin Silvera and shouting angrily at him, but Marylin Silvera simply giggles and gives Brendan Powers a wink, then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Brian Rivera's waiting on the outside, and he gives Marylin Silvera a high-five as he meets him, and the two head backstage together.

As they go, we understand we're going to take a look at another videotape from "Doctor" Dave Adams and "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot! We understand that Guycot returned to America to celebrate his daughter's birthday at a Cheez-E-Pizza restaurant near his home, and that's the source of this tape! What the heck could this be all about!?

Tom Guycot is sitting at a table in a Cheez-E-Pizza with a number of small children gathered around, and several of their parents nearby as well. One brown-haired little girl in particular is sitting on his lap. Though everyone else is dressed normally, Tom Guycot is still wearing his skeleton costume with red trunks, red boots, and a red scarf over it.

T. Guycot: Greetings, fellow men of the world. I am Tom Guycot, and I have created this tape so that you might join me in a festive celebration of the anniversary of my offspring's birth. The dear child before me is my daughter, Kirsten Guycot, as you no doubt concluded from the striking resemblance she bears to her father. She is precisely six years of age today, and it is a joyous time for all of us. However, the celebration is somewhat marred by a delay in the arrival of our meal. I'd better go see what has become of our pizza.

Tom Guycot sets his daughter Kirsten aside and stands up, then begins walking through the Cheez-E-Pizza. There are all sorts of games and playsets in the area, including a play-pit filled with multi-colored balls, a miniature basketball shooting game, and several coin-operated video games. Tom Guycot walks past several Cheez-E-Pizza employees before finally coming to Cherie Cheese, the mascot of Cheez-E-Pizza. The Cherie Cheese costume is that of a female humanoid cat with a bow around her neck, but the person under the costume can't be seen at all due to the giant, all-concealing head of the costume.

T. Guycot: A thousand pardons for disturbing you, giant cat, but I can only assume you to be the person in charge of this fine establishment. I have a question regarding the status of my party's meal--

C. Cheese: It's being ground to mush in a blender right now... because that's the only way you'll be able to eat it after I break your jaw, skullhead!

The person in the Cherie Cheese suit sucker-punches Tom Guycot, then throws the giant head of the costume off, and it becomes clear that it was "Doctor" Dave Adams under the suit all along. He grabs Tom Guycot and takes him down with a DDT, and Nurse Vivacia emerges from the play-pit full of colored balls in a bright yellow jumpsuit, having been concealed under the balls there the whole time, then climbs out and joins Dave Adams in kicking and stomping at Tom Guycot's fallen body. But as they stomp away at him, Tom Guycot's daughter Kirsten runs upon the scene, screaming frantically at them.

K. Guycot: Stop it!! Stop hurting my daddy!!

Dave Adams doesn't seem to notice, but Nurse Vivacia's face immediately softens, and she turns to Kirsten and puts a hand on her shoulder.

N. Vivacia: Oh, honey, we're not really HURTING him... we're just pretending like we're fighting.

K. Guycot: I don't believe you! Make him stop it!!

Nurse Vivacia looks back at Dave Adams, who's now crouched over Tom Guycot, raining fists down on his face.

N. Vivacia: Dave, stop it! You're upsetting the kids!!

D. Adams: Aw, for crying out loud...

Dave Adams rolls his eyes and grimaces, but he reluctantly withdraws from Tom Guycot's fallen body. Kirsten buries her face in Nurse Vivacia's shoulder and continues sobbing, as Nurse Vivacia pats her on the back and tries to comfort her.

N. Vivacia: See, we were just playing a game. We're really your daddy's friends--

D. Adams: The HELL we are!!

Nurse Vivacia shoots a glare back at Dave Adams.

N. Vivacia: Dave, shut up for a second, okay? You're not helping.

Nurse Vivacia pats Kirsten on the back again, then gently lets her go.

N. Vivacia: See, your daddy's not hurt at all.

Kirsten runs to Tom Guycot's side to check on him.

K. Guycot: Daddy, are you okay?

Tom Guycot remains motionless on the floor, not moving, and Kirsten turns back to Nurse Vivacia with accusing eyes.

K. Guycot: You LIED to me! He's hurt really bad!

D. Adams: Oh, for Christ's sake, Tom, get up already. This video's ruined too.

T. Guycot: No, we can still salvage it. Resume your violent attitudes! All is not yet lost!

D. Adams: This was a lousy, rotten idea from the beginning. Just forget about it and get up.

Tom Guycot gets to his knees and gives his daughter a hug.

T. Guycot: Your father remains in good condition, darling. Though I must say, Dave, you could have attacked me with a bit less ferocity. Your mighty blows still carried lethal force behind them.

Dave Adams shrugs.

D. Adams: Well, I wanted to make it look real. You know, no sense in taking chances after the last video.

T. Guycot: Perhaps I trust your judgment. But what shall we do now?

D. Adams: I got an idea. We'll make another video, and I'LL be in charge of this one. We won't do it in a nursing home or a kiddie pizza restaurant... we'll make it look like a REAL FIGHT. So let's toss this video in the trash and arrange to get together and make a new one soon.

T. Guycot: No! Don't dispose of this tape! I should like to keep it... for sentimental purposes.

Dave Adams rolls his eyes and sighs.

D. Adams: Fine, fine. But whatever you do, when we get the real video made... make SURE you send that one, and not THIS one. Got it?

T. Guycot: Never fear. I swear, by the beard of "The Boogie-Woogie Man" Jimmy Valiant, that I will not disappoint you this time.

Kirsten Guycot looks around at all of them doubtfully.

K. Guycot: So... you're all really friends?

N. Vivacia: Of course we are, sweetie. We're just pretending to fight, because there are some men who will pay us a lot of money to be on a special TV channel, called pay-per-view, if we do a good job pretending to fight.

K. Guycot: Okay! Then come have pizza with us! It's my birthday!

D. Adams: Oh, no. I am NOT gonna get roped into--

N. Vivacia: Dave. Come on.

Dave Adams growls to himself, then turns a glare to Tom Guycot, his fists trembling.

D. Adams: All right. But you just wait until I actually get you in the ring on pay-per-view, Guycot. You just WAIT.

T. Guycot: You WERE merely fabricating that story about the pizza being ground up in a blender... weren't you?

All four of them begin heading back towards the table where the birthday party is assembled, as the camera fades out on the whole scene.

Of all the bizarre things... who do these two think they're fooling!? This is the second time they've tried to fake a feud like this, and the irony of it all is that Dave Adams really seems to be starting to dislike Tom Guycot! What a strange bunch of characters here...

Back in the ring, we're about to see another strange character make his singles wrestling debut. Tommy Hustle is already in the ring, ready for our next match, and "Minstrel In The Gallery" by Jethro Tull begins playing, bringing out Jockey Oldcastle, along with his tag team partner, Monty Pompous. Monty Pompous will team with Chris Champlain later in the evening to battle Dean Sanders and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, but right now he'll be at ringside with Jockey Oldcastle! Jockey Oldcastle climbs into the ring, and Tommy Hustle motions for him to bring it on, as Jerry Rogers calls for the bell!

Jockey Oldcastle
w/Monty Pompous

This match won't be worthy of any best-of-VCW highlight reels, by any means. Jockey Oldcastle's offense consists of a VERY slow-paced series of clubbing blows, restholds, and a few wrestling moves performed on Tommy Hustle, who is bumped wildly around the ring by these moves. Tommy Hustle gets his shots in, hitting a few nice high-flying moves, and Jockey Oldcastle takes them like a fat, oafish, immobile punching bag. In general, though, Jockey Oldcastle dominates this match. After just a few minutes, Jockey Oldcastle is already completely out of breath despite having done nearly nothing, and that at a very slow pace. So he bodyslams Tommy Hustle (nearly messing that up by dropping him incorrectly), then backs into the ropes and lumbers forward to come down on him with the Big Splash for the pin.

Jockey Oldcastle rolls off of Tommy Hustle and out of the ring, gasping and wheezing for breath... but someone's running out of the backstage entrance! It's Dean Sanders, and he has a steel folding chair!! Monty Pompous sees him coming down the ramp, and charges forth bravely to meet him, right into a chairshot to the face! Jockey Oldcastle staggers towards him, gasping for breath, and Dean Sanders raises the chair towards him, too! Jockey Oldcastle puts his hands up in anticipation of the chairshot, and Dean Sanders can be heard saying, "Put your bloody hands down," right before he kicks him in the massive gut! Jockey Oldcastle doubles over, now clutching his ample midsection, and Dean Sanders NAILS him with a nasty unprotected chairshot to the head! Jockey Oldcastle goes down in a giant heap!

But now Monty Pompous is up, and he clobbers Dean Sanders from behind! Dean Sanders drops the chair and staggers forward, and Monty Pompous rushes in with another swing, but Dean Sanders whirls and blocks this one, then returns fire with a blow of his own! Dean Sanders and Monty Pompous begin trading blows on the ramp, and neither man is gaining the clear advantage! Monty Pompous is much larger and stronger, but Dean Sanders is more tenacious and aggressive, and his blows are clearly connecting more stiffly than those of Monty Pompous! They're brawling up the ramp, towards the backstage area, and they soon disappear out of sight, as Jockey Oldcastle slowly gets to his feet!

Jockey Oldcastle lumbers backstage, gasping for breath and sweating profusely, and now we're ready to go on with our next match. It'll pit Stacey Lockman and Pauline Vietjohn against a prospective talent that VCW is considering, Mary Cohen, and the Masked Avenger, who is undoubtably Heather Dannon, who doesn't work here anymore. When management finds out which joker on the creative team actually booked the Masked Avenger in a match tonight, no doubt they'll have him sacked. Nevertheless, the match will go on now...

"Lovefool" by the Cardigans begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Stacey Lockman and Pauline Vietjohn come out of the backstage entrance and begin walking to the ring. This is their first time teaming together, and it remains to be seen how well they perform as a unit. Then again, we know that the Masked Avenger is as flaky as they come, and Mary Cohen hasn't been too impressive to VCW officials prior to her on-screen tryout tonight. They enter the ring, and Pauline Vietjohn tries to dance to Stacey's entrance music as she would to her own, but can't quite get it right, so she just stops.

And now "Stupify" by Disturbed begins playing, and that brings out the Masked Avenger and Mary Cohen, to a round of boos from the crowd. Mary Cohen is an average-sized, angry-looking young woman with jet black hair and eyebrows. One of her eyes is ash-gray, and the other is covered by a black eyepatch. Her ring attire consists of a dark red halter top and dark red spandex shorts. At this point we can't envy Mary Cohen, who must make a good impression on VCW management in a tag team match with a partner who is neither competent nor easy to work with, against a standout prospect from the VCW Power Plant and the daughter of a legendary wrestler. A few smart-alecks in the crowd try to start a "CAURILLIA SUCKS!" chant in the crowd, but it doesn't really catch. Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

Mary Cohen starts the match off against Stacey Lockman, and both women seem competent, but not especially spectacular as they try to outwrestle one another. Neither woman gains the advantage, however, and the crowd seems a little bit bored after a minute or so of this. Stacey Lockman takes the edge when she catches Mary Cohen with a swift kick to the midsection, then whips her into the ropes and knocks her down with a jumping high knee, getting a pop from the crowd, then tags in Pauline Vietjohn. Pauline comes in with and knocks Mary Cohen off her feet with a spinning leg lariat, then brings her down again with a spinning headscissors as she gets up! Mary Cohen pulls herself up on the ropes, and Pauline Vietjohn measures her, then knocks her out over the top rope with a superkick! The crowd cheers, and as Mary Cohen gets up on the outside, Pauline Vietjohn grabs the ropes, then catapults herself out onto Cohen with a pescado!

The crowd cheers, and Pauline Vietjohn follows up with some rather lame forearm smashes, brawling with Mary Cohen on the outside. But as she does, the Masked Avenger comes from behind and clobbers her in the back! Pauline Vietjohn falls to one knee, and Mary Cohen kicks her right in the face, knocking her down! She takes the match back in the ring and quickly tags in the Masked Avenger, who begins working over Pauline Vietjohn's right leg with a viciousness and singlemindedness uncharacteristic of Heather Dannon. Come to think of it, her body is a bit more toned than Heather Dannon's, and she may be a few inches taller... what's going on here? The Masked Avenger's secret identity has to be the worst-kept secret in VCW... or is it?

Pauline Vietjohn tries to mount a comeback a few times, but each time the Masked Avenger cuts her off from making the tag to Stacey Lockman with expert tactics and ring positioning. She tags in Mary Cohen occasionally, who wears down Pauline Vietjohn with a number of simple moves and restholds, and the two women take turns viciously working her over. We may have underestimated this team... the Masked Avenger's performance thus far is much more than halfway decent, and Mary Cohen's offense isn't exactly thrilling the crowd, but it's effective enough. After a few minutes of this, the Masked Avenger takes Pauline Vietjohn down with a kneebreaker, then steps around her leg and applies a FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK!!

The crowd boos, and Pauline Vietjohn screams in pain as she struggles for the ropes. This may be the most taxing, painful moment she's faced in her short career thus far... can she tough it out and make it through? Stacey Lockman is shouting encouragement from the apron, and the crowd begins clapping and cheering, giving Pauline the strength to struggle onward and finally make it to the ropes! The Masked Avenger is forced to break the hold, but she grabs Pauline's foot and begins to pull her right back to the center of the ring again! But Pauline's other foot finds purchase on the mat, and she gets up to one foot, with the Avenger still holding her leg... AND CLOCKS HER WITH AN ENZUIGIRI!! The crowd explodes into cheers!! Pauline Vietjohn may have earned one more chance with that move!

The Masked Avenger crawls to her corner and tags in Mary Cohen, but Pauline Vietjohn makes the tag to Stacey Lockman, and the crowd erupts! Stacey Lockman comes in with a jumping high kneelift for Mary Cohen, then another one when she gets up, then one for the Masked Avenger when she comes in! Pauline Vietjohn enters the ring, showing no signs of pain in her right leg now, and dumps the Masked Avenger to the outside, then climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a TWISTING CORKSCREW PLANCHA!! The Masked Avenger and Pauline Vietjohn go down in a heap at ringside, and Stacey Lockman takes Mary Cohen down with a Thesz press in the ring!

As Pauline Vietjohn takes the fight to the Masked Avenger on the outside, Stacey Lockman softens up Mary Cohen with a bulldog, a belly-to-back suplex, and a shoulderbreaker. The crowd's cheering her on, and seeing the end in sight, she draws a thumb across her throat, then goes and hooks Mary Cohen in the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! The crowd's cheering wildly, and Mary Cohen's in the center of the ring, and the Masked Avenger and Pauline Vietjohn have brawled all the way up the ramp and through the backstage entrance... it looks like Mary Cohen will have to tap out! But wait!! Somebody just jumped the guardrail!! REBECCA BLACK!! Rebecca Black grabs a chair and slides into the ring, and Stacey Lockman sees her! She releases the crossface and stands up, but can't react in time to avoid a chairshot to the head!! Stacey Lockman goes down, and Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell!

The crowd boos loudly, and Rebecca Black drives the chair down into Stacey Lockman's throat, then tosses it aside and pulls her up. Stacey Lockman looks up, just in time to get doubled over by a kick to the midsection! And Rebecca hooks her... DOUBLE ARM DDT!! The crowd boos again, and Stacey Lockman is left down and out on the canvas. And now Rebecca Black grabs the chair again! She stands over Stacey Lockman's fallen body and taunts her for a few seconds... then drives the edge of the chair down into the back of her neck!! No, come on!! Stacey Lockman's neck was seriously injured just this past summer at the hands of Rebecca Black and Lorenzo Vasquez, and this could easily reinjure it!

Now Rebecca Black drops the chair, but somehow, it doesn't seem like she's come to her senses any. She points down to Stacey Lockman and yells, "THIS TIME, I'M GONNA CRIPPLE HER FOR GOOD!!", then begins to pick her up for the Destiny Driver... but someone's coming out of the backstage entrance!! It's KEN COLLINS!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Rebecca Black sees him coming and drops Stacey Lockman! Rebecca rolls out of the ring as Ken Collins slides inside, and quickly begins fleeing up the ramp. She doesn't want any part of a fight with him, remembering what he did to Lorenzo Vasquez.

As Ken Collins checks on Stacey Lockman and helps her to her feet, we're going to take another look backstage! We understand Jennie hasn't quite left the arena, and she was seen talking to someone in the halls...

Jennie is sitting at a table in a backstage dining hall, with a glass of beer and a sandwich in front of her. She stares off blankly into the distance for a second, starts to pick up the sandwich, then sets it down and pushes it away. She takes a sip from the glass of beer, then sighs and pushes that away too, looking down at the table. As she sits there, Brujah walks up and sits down with her.

Brujah: Hey, look. I saw what happened earlier.

Jennie looks up, surprised to hear his voice.

Jennie: Brujah! I... you--

Brujah: Yeah, I know. I'm the scum who nearly murdered his best friend for a paycheck, and you can't stand me. All I wanted to say is that I think you deserve better than you got. It's really painful for me to watch you exile yourself just so those stuffy bastards can put their overrated team back together.

Jennie hesitates, unsure how to react to Brujah right now.

Brujah: I guess I lied when I said that was all I wanted to say. I figure I should probably also tell you that I'm gonna miss seeing you around when you're gone. I'm gonna miss you a lot.

Jennie still can't seem to find any words for Brujah, even as he pauses to look down at the table.

Brujah: I'm not very good at saying this kinda thing. Thanks for listening anyway. Now I'd better go.

Brujah begins to stand up, but before he gets to his feet, Owen Addison walks into the dining room. His eyes immediately focus on Brujah and Jennie, and he walks over to the table, looking completely furious.

O. Addison: I knew it. I KNEW it. The second you leave our dressing room, you turn up, talking to the enemy again. What ever happened to leaving VCW? What the hell is this!?

Brujah stands up from the table, glaring at Owen Addison.

Brujah: Hey. You've said enough to her today. Get out of here.

Jennie stands up as well, putting a hand on Brujah's arm.

Jennie: Brujah, don't--

O. Addison: You'd damn well better call him off, you backstabbing bimbo, or I'll grind him into the arena floor right now.

Brujah: You son of a bitch!

Brujah rushes forward and nails Owen Addison with a lariat, then crouches over him and begins pummelling him with repeated punches. Jennie jumps up, horrified, and grabs Brujah's arm, pulling him away from Owen Addison.

Jennie: Brujah, stop it! It's not worth it! I don't want you to fight him!

Brujah seems to be listening; at least, he turns away from Owen Addison to hear Jennie out. But Owen Addison gets up, and he grabs Brujah's legs from behind and takes him down on the floor. Brujah begins getting up, but Owen Addison puts him in a front facelock and wrestles him to the floor.

O. Addison: Let's see how you like it! You're not the only one who can take a cheap shot!

Jennie: Owen, no! It's not what it looks like! Let him go!

Jennie grabs Owen Addison from behind and tries to pull him off of Brujah, but he swings back at her with a back elbow that catches her on the face. She goes down, putting her hands to her mouth, and when she gets up one of her lips is bleeding. She stares at Owen and Brujah for a second, puts a hand to her mouth, and looks at the blood on it, then begins screaming in outrage.

Jennie: That's IT! I've had it! I'm leaving right NOW! I can't WAIT to get out of this hellhole! Everyone here is a macho idiot who's obsessed with fighting over a bunch of stupid, pointless SHIT that ruins their lives! I can't take one more minute in this place!

Jennie grabs the glass of beer from the table and sloshes it on Brujah and Owen Addison, then hurls the glass into the cinderbock wall, where it shatters loudly. She stomps off the scene, and Owen Addison looks up at her with a smile from the front facelock.

O. Addison: Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out!

Jennie's voice can be heard yelling back at him from down the hall.

Jennie: Fuck you, asshole!

Brujah begins to fight his way up in the front facelock, and he shoves Owen Addison back against a wall, breaking the hold, then begins pummelling him with rage-filled punches, as Owen Addison retaliates with punches of his own. But at that moment, a number of road agents and backstage crew members come onto the scene and pull them apart. Owen Addison and Brujah are dragged away from each other, still struggling to get at each other, as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Is this really the last we'll see of Jennie in VCW, then? It looks like she's been pushed to the point where she's eager to leave VCW for her own sake, so that just might be the case. And while we know Brujah will never back down from a fight, we have to question the wisdom of getting into this one, right now. Brujah has a VCW World Title shot against Crimson in tonight's main event, and if he goes into that match at anything less than one hundred percent, his odds of winning may be pretty much slim and none.

But putting all that aside, we're going ahead to our next match! "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple is playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Monty Pompous and Chris Champlain come out of the backstage entrance together. In some ways, these two are a lot alike... they're both young men from the upper crust of society, with a lot of quickness and enthusiasm for their work. But in other ways, they couldn't be more different. Monty Pompous is a showboating, self-loving dandy, and Chris Champlain is a sadistic serial-killer-like predator who's driven only by his desire to inflict as much pain as he can. They enter the ring, and Chris Champlain throws off his hooded cloak and laughs atop the top turnbuckle, as Monty Pompous removes his fine shirt and slacks. And now Monty grabs a microphone...

M. Pompous: Ho, viewers! In but a few seconds, Dean Sanders will come forth to reckon with the likes of Monty Pompous, and he will realize for perhaps the first time just how overmatched he is in this encounter. But if he still desires a sound thrashing by his betters after tasting swift and brutal defeat tonight, let him come forth once more at Horror Show, and I will prove, in single competition, who truly is the greatest gentleman warrior in VCW!

Those are bold words by Monty Pompous, but we have to acknowledge his track record so far: under the Monty Pompous moniker, he is currently undefeated. While under a previous name in VCW, this individual has had a rather middling won-loss record, but he hasn't lost a match yet in which he's been billed as Monty Pompous. And now Chris Champlain takes the microphone from him, grinning sadistically.

C. Champlain: And Russel... don't forget about our appointed hour either. I have challenged you, if you recall, to a Last Man Standing Match, and now the decision is yours. Do you have the courage, the viciousness within you to accept a match that, by the very terms of it, is so violent that one man will not walk away from it!? And if not... do you have the stomach to bear what this world must endure with each continuing day that I live to tread upon it? Come forward and dare to destroy me if you can... to batter me into submission and finish me off... or look down at your hands and see the blood of my victims there forevermore.

Chris Champlain tosses aside the microphone... and as "War Machine" by KISS begins playing, here come their opponents tonight, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor and Dean Sanders! And it looks like they're ready to respond to these challenges, because they have microphones too! Dean Sanders raises his first...

D. Sanders: I don't have the breath to waste on you sorry bastards, so I'll be very brief at present. Monty, if you've not had enough when today's fight is concluded, you're welcome back for more and I'll give you all the beating you can handle.

R. Taylor: Yeah, that's right! Like Dean Sanders said, you evil villains are in big trouble now! I can't bear to watch you cheat people and hurt them all the time. It makes me sad. It makes me want to cry. And I'm sworn to do whatever I can to stop you... so Chris Champlain, if you want a Last Man Standing Match, then that's exactly what you'll get, you mean old scoundrel! If it's the last thing I do, I'll teach you that hurting people doesn't pay!

Hurting people doesn't pay, eh? Considering Russel Taylor's in a profession where one pretty much gets paid to hurt people, that's a rather unusual comment, but we know he means well. But now he and Dean Sanders are charging the ring, and they slide inside and begin fighting! Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match begins now!

For the first few minutes, this match is a wild brawl. Russel Taylor would probably be more at home if they could wrestle in a standard tag team match, but Chris Champlain is intent on attacking him in and out of the ring, while Dean Sanders and Monty Pompous don't really seem to care, trading punches and moves all around the arena. Finally, Chris Champlain sends Russel "The Muscle" Taylor out of the ring with a flying forearm, as Dean Sanders chucks Monty Pompous to the outside, and Linda Peterson takes this opportunity to declare them the legal men.

The match now changes to a contest of technical wrestling ability, as Dean Sanders and Chris Champlain match their skills against each other. They obviously know each other very, very well... they were not only fellow members of the Golden Society at one point; they even held the VCW World Tag Team Titles together a few years back! For all that he's usually a brawler and suicidal maniac these days, Chris Champlain's a pretty good wrestler, but Dean Sanders is even better, and he begins to take the upper hand here. He brings in Russel Taylor, and he hits Chris Champlain with a few bodyslams and clotheslines and other such basic moves, then tags Dean Sanders back in. But when Dean Sanders goes for a vertical suplex, Chris Champlain blocks it by reaching over and clawing at his face, then reverses it! He gets up, gives Dean Sanders a blatant kick to the groin, and ignores Linda Peterson's warning to tag in Monty Pompous!

Monty Pompous takes over on offense, using his size and power advantage, and he and Chris Champlain isolate Dean Sanders in their half of the ring and begin working him over. In the other corner, Russel Taylor is eager for a tag, but every time Dean Sanders manages to counter or escape a move and appears ready to make the tag, Monty Pompous and Chris Champlain somehow cut him off and continue their assault on him. But Dean Sanders finally makes an opportunity for himself when he counters the Swashbuckler with a jawbreaker, then pops up with a surge of strength and cuts Monty Pompous down with a lariat! He begins crawling to his corner, and Monty Pompous rolls over and tags in Chris Champlain. Chris Champlain grabs Dean Sanders one leg and tries to pull him away, but Dean Sanders pops up and nails him with an enzuigiri, then makes it to his corner and tags in Russel Taylor!

Russel comes in full of energy and raring to go, and takes both opponents down with a series of big clotheslines, then Gorilla Presses Chris Champlain into Monty Pompous. Dean Sanders comes in to begin brawling with Monty Pompous, and their fight quickly spills to the outside. Russel Taylor continues the offense on Chris Champlain, battering him until he slumps against the ropes. Russel charges him with a clothesline, but Chris Champlain backdrops him and sends him out over the top rope to the floor! Russel Taylor lands in a heap, then starts getting to his feet, and Chris Champlain rushes forward and leaps out at him with a tope suicida! They both go down in a heap at ringside!

Dean Sanders and Monty Pompous are continuing their brawl, with no clear victor in sight, and Chris Champlain begins pummelling Russel Taylor in a vicious brawl on the outside as well. Linda Peterson gets fed up with this and begins counting them out, but Chris Champlain doesn't seem to care, and he keeps beating on Russel Taylor! He takes him head-first into the ringpost as the count grows high, then whips him to the guardrail... no, Russel Taylor reverses it! Chris Champlain crashes back-first into the guardrail, and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor rolls back into the ring, just in time to beat Linda Peterson's ten-count!! Russel Taylor just won this match!

The crowd cheers as Russel "The Muscle" Taylor is announced the winner, but Monty Pompous and Dean Sanders don't seem to care, brawling up the aisle towards the backstage entrance! Chris Champlain doesn't seem to care much either, on the outside, because without missing a beat he just grabbed a chair and slid into the ring! Russel Taylor's beginning to get up... and Chris Champlain just CLOBBERS him with the chair! Russel Taylor collapses in a heap in the ring! The crowd begins booing now, and Chris Champlain's just getting started, as he drives the edge of the chair down into Russel Taylor's throat!

Chris Champlain keeps leaning on the chair, trying to choke Russel Taylor with the edge of it, as the crowd's boos continue. Fortunately, the H.A.R.P. Squad isn't asleep at the wheel this time, and they're heading to the ring! They pull Chris Champlain off of Russel Taylor and begin dragging him away, and Russel Taylor rolls out of the ring, coughing and clutching at his throat. He was just saved by the H.A.R.P. Squad, but there'll be nothing to stop Chris Champlain from doing anything he wants in a Last Man Standing Match!

As order is restored at ringside, we're going to go to the backstage dressing room with Lars Coverdale and Johnny Smiles. Let's take a look back there now!

Lars Coverdale, Johnny Smiles, Ken Collins, and Stacey Lockman are sitting backstage, around a table. Stacey Lockman is still haggard and sweaty from her match, and she's holding a bag of ice to the back of her neck. Johnny Smiles has opened an envelope, and is reading a letter that was contained inside.

J. Smiles (reading aloud): We are having a very good time in Japan. I am enjoying the chance to see my beautiful home country again, to experience the delicious cuisine and fascinating culture of Japan once more after so long in America. But I must admit that you are missed very much here. Every time we go to a fun place, my first thought is that I wish you were there to enjoy it with us. Not an hour goes by when I don't think of you. Even in my sleep, you are in my dreams.

S. Lockman: Wow... that is SO sweet!

J. Smiles (still reading): The wrestling life is fun as well. I have been to a number of major arenas and met quite a few prestigious Japanese wrestlers here. Many of them are very nice to me, although this is the first time I have met most of them. When you arrive, I would like to introduce you to some of my new friends here. I hope you will like them too. Yuri and Christina have been winning a lot, and they get a lot of attention after the publicity they gained in America, so every night is a celebration! We have a lot of fun, but sometimes I would rather just relax with you.

K. Collins: Wait a minute... "Yuri and Christina have been winning a lot"... Johnny, who's that letter from?

J. Smiles (reading): I know you will be in Japan before too long, and that helps to pass the time, but I can barely wait until you arrive. Yuri and Christina are really anxious to see you as well, and I know that your fans in Japan will love you just as much as your fans in America and Europe and Australia. We all know that you deserve to be in the Wrestlewar main event, no matter what anybody says, and we know you can be a champion if you try your hardest. No matter what, I will always be your number one fan. ... All my love, ... Sumiko.

L. Coverdale: That's so cool! Did she say anything to me?

J. Smiles (reading): P.S. -- Say hello to Ken, Stacey, Lars--and even Marty--for me, Yuri, and Christina.

L. Coverdale: She remembers me! Awesome!

J. Smiles: I don't know if I could ever FORGET her. I can't wait to see Sumiko again. Heck, and Yuri and Christina, too, while we're at it.

K. Collins: Well, you know, that letter IS in Yuri's handwriting.

J. Smiles: Yeah, but that doesn't surprise me any. I don't think Sumiko knows how to read or write, so she probably had to tell Yuri what to write down for her.

Ken Collins opens his mouth to say something, but Johnny flashes him a grin with a raised eyebrow, and Ken Collins smiles and shakes his head, letting it drop. But just then, the door to the locker room opens, and Michelle Hubbard walks in, looking grumpy even by her standards. Everyone turns to look at her as she comes up to the table.

S. Lockman: What are you--

M. Hubbard: Sit down with Ken there, Barbie. I don't wanna deal with a bunch of stupid yapping from you clowns right now. I just need to talk to YOU, Lars.

Lars Coverdale stands up from the table, smiling at his friends.

L. Coverdale: Well, if you'll excuse me, guys, the chick wants a... private moment with me.

J. Smiles: You want to talk to Lars? But I thought you said you didn't want to hear a bunch of stupid--

M. Hubbard: Shaddup, you!

J. Smiles: Sorry, ma'am.

M. Hubbard: Anyway, come on, Lars. Let's just have our talk and get this over nice and quick, okay?

J. Smiles: Nice and quick? Come on, this is Lars you're talking about. It might not be nice, but it'll sure be quick.

L. Coverdale: Johnny, you're not helping--

M. Hubbard: I toldja to SHUT UP!!

Michelle Hubbard grabs Lars Coverdale by the wrist and drags him out of the room, then slams the door behind them and stands in the hallway. The camera shifts to a hallway view as she looks around and sees that they're alone, then turns to Lars.

M. Hubbard: All right, here's the deal. My husband got some fool notion in his head and asked for a handicap match against both me AND you... and they gave it to him, tonight.

L. Coverdale: Against both of us?

M. Hubbard: Yeah, that's right. And I'd like to put the big dummy in his place. So I don't want you wasting time or distracting me by feeling me up or giving me hugs or any of that crap. I wanna go out there and beat his ass two-on-one and teach him a lesson.

L. Coverdale: Hey, it's no sweat, babe! After all, I AM Lars Coverdale. I think I can juggle my romantic life AND my career at the same time, you know?

M. Hubbard: All I can say is you belong in some kind of circus, juggling SOMETHING.

L. Coverdale: In fact, since we'll have no trouble in the match, I think a little attention to my love life's in order. So I gotta tell you... I think about you all the time. Every time I hear a song about a dude and a hot babe hooking up, I imagine it about you and me.

Michelle Hubbard puts a hand to her forehead and shakes her head.

M. Hubbard: Was it really MY idea to start talking to YOU this time?

L. Coverdale: Yeah, I think. Why?

M. Hubbard: That was real damn stupid of me. That's why.

L. Coverdale: Hey, we don't have to talk if you don't want to. Action speaks a lot louder than words... well, unless the words are coming out of some super awesome cranked-up stereo system and you've got somebody totally bodacious like Lenny Wolf or David Lee Roth going full-bore on vocals. But even then...

M. Hubbard: What the hell are you getting at?

L. Coverdale: Action speaks louder than words. Check it out. First, here's the words: ... I totally dig you, Michelle. You're the most awesome chick I ever met.

M. Hubbard: Just shut up already, would ya!?

L. Coverdale: See, I thought you'd say that. Now here's the action.

Lars Coverdale suddenly grabs Michelle Hubbard and plants a big, sloppy kiss on her lips. For a few seconds, she's too stunned to react as Lars kisses her, then she pushes him away and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

M. Hubbard: If you EVER do that again, I'm gonna make it so you can sing higher-pitched than all those frizzy-haired pretty boys in those bands you listen to, you got that? Now, before I take the action of kicking your ass, I got a few words for you. This thing, with you and me... it ain't gonna work. See, if I fucked you again, it'd piss my husband off and make him want to kick your ass worse... and come to think of it, it'd probably help you keep your mind on the damn match later on tonight, too...

Michelle Hubbard trails off for a second, seriously thinking about this.

M. Hubbard: So it'd piss my husband off... he'd kick your ass... AND you'd keep your fool hands to yourself in the match. Wait... just what the hell's the downside of this again?

L. Coverdale: Well, the part about me getting my ass kicked kinda--

M. Hubbard: Shaddup! I'm talking about us having sex again, you dumbass!

L. Coverdale: Oh. Okay... I mean, whoa, excellent!!

An eager smile spreads across Lars's face. Michelle Hubbard throws open the door of a janitor's closet and shoves him inside, then walks in after him and pulls the door shut. They can't be seen, but their voices can be heard through the door.

M. Hubbard: All right, come on. Get those clothes off. This is what you wanted, isn't it?

L. Coverdale: Oh, yeah!

The sound of a few garments hitting the floor carries through the door.

M. Hubbard: All right, just set back like that, and put it right there...

L. Coverdale: Here?

M. Hubbard: No, that's my belly button, you idiot. I meant THERE!

L. Coverdale: It's dark in here. How's I supposed to know?

A few seconds pass.

M. Hubbard: Y'know, this ain't so bad. I could get to like this.

Michelle Hubbard seems to be enjoying herself as her voice takes on a softer tone.

M. Hubbard: Yeah, this is all right. ... Ooh, yeah... oh, Lars, you're... ... ... ... DONE!? Already!?

The softness is totally gone from her voice now, replaced by utter disbelief.

L. Coverdale: That was totally great, babe. I--

M. Hubbard: The hell it was! I'll be damned if that was much more than twenty seconds! I can't believe that! Just... put your damn clothes on and get outta my sight until the match, okay!?

L. Coverdale: Okay, sorry! Don't have a cow, okay?

M. Hubbard: Just take your damn clothes and leave already!

L. Coverdale: Okay, okay...

The broom closet door opens, and Lars Coverdale steps out, wearing boxer shorts with pictures of the Incredible Hulk on them, with his shirt slung over one shoulder, trying to pull Michelle Hubbard's blue jeans up on himself without success.

L. Coverdale: What gives, man? These stupid pants are way too tight and way too short! They musta shrank or something!

Michelle Hubbard steps out of the broom closet, wearing her bra and panties by now. She throws Lars Coverdale's pants out at him.

M. Hubbard: Yeah, that's because they're my pants, not yours! Give those back before you ruin 'em!

Lars Coverdale steps out of the pants and hands them back to Michelle Hubbard, looking confused.

L. Coverdale: But... I don't get it. Why do you wear pants that're that tight and that short?

M. Hubbard: Because I'm SMALLER THAN YOU, you damn brain-dead son of a bitch!

L. Coverdale: Oh, right. How could I not remember that!? Anyway, I had a great time, babe. Any time you ever want to do this again, just drop by.

M. Hubbard: Yeah, right. Just try to last a little longer in the match tonight, okay!?

Michelle Hubbard takes her pants and steps back into the broom closet, slamming the door behind herself, and Lars Coverdale shrugs and picks up his clothes, then steps back into the other room where he had left Johnny Smiles and the rest of his friends and closes the door behind him. As the camera fades out, his voice can be heard through the door...

L. Coverdale: Hey, guys! Guess what! You're never gonna believe this...

What a mess. David Wright Hubbard will be furious when he finds out about this! He's liable to murder Lars Coverdale in the Handicap Match later on tonight, even though he's the one who's handicapped! But right now, we have another backstage segment to show, as cameras have caught up with the Masked Avenger in her dressing room! They'll catch Heather Dannon red-handed, this time!! Let's take a look!

The Masked Avenger is shown in a dressing room backstage, standing around in her wrestling gear near two sets of bags. She looks at the door, then looks down to check her watch; seems to be waiting for someone. But to her surprise, the door comes flying open suddenly, and Pauline Vietjohn steps in with a scowl on her face and a chair in her hands.

P. Vietjohn: All right, Heather, this has gone on long enough. I'm gonna put a stop to this stupid game right now!

The Masked Avenger backs up, but Pauline Vietjohn rushes forward and clobbers her with the chair. The Masked Avenger falls to the ground, and Pauline Vietjohn drops the chair and crouches on top of her, hitting her with a few forearm smashes, then begins pulling at the straps of the mask, preparing to take it off.

P. Vietjohn: I didn't want to have to do this, Heather. I wanted you to have a job here. But you're ruining my career, and you're not fooling anybody. I'm gonna take this stupid mask away from you. But it doesn't matter anyway, because everyone already knows that you're really...

Pauline Vietjohn trails off in surprise as she pulls the mask off to reveal the face of Jessica Judd.

P. Vietjohn: Jessica Judd!?

J. Judd: Get off me, you blue-haired hippie slut!

Jessica Judd takes advantage of Pauline Vietjohn's confusion to throw her off and stand up.

P. Vietjohn: I... thought... how...

As Pauline Vietjohn stands there confused, a second Masked Avenger, with a build more identical to Heather Dannon's, sneaks up behind her. This Masked Avenger is carrying a guitar, and she brings it crashing down onto Pauline Vietjohn's head with a resounding "KABONG!". Pauline Vietjohn crumples to the floor, and the Masked Avenger strikes a triumphant pose over her.

M. Avenger: I take it that must have struck a sour note with you, Pauline! Ha, ha! Another victory for the Masked Avenger!!

J. Judd: Whatever. I didn't fly all the way down to Australia to help your ass out for charity's sake. You got my money?

M. Avenger: Fifteen hundred dollars was what we agreed upon? I can write you a check. Let me get into my bags...

The Masked Avenger reaches into one of the bags in the dressing room, but turns around with her hand covered in white dust and throws powder in Jessica Judd's face. Jessica Judd staggers back, blinded, and the Masked Avenger knees her in the midsection, then grabs her by the hair and takes her head-first into the cinderblock wall of the building. Jessica Judd crumples to the floor next to Pauline Vietjohn.

M. Avenger: Ha! The Masked Avenger NEVER pays for anything! Another carefully calculated plan carried through to perfection by the REAL cerebral mastermind, the Masked Avenger!!

The Masked Avenger laughs to herself and stalks out of the room, leaving Pauline Vietjohn and Jessica Judd laid out on the floor as the camera fades out.

Oh, brother. That second Masked Avenger was, without a doubt, Heather Dannon again. Really, it's not hard to tell them apart now... that's surely why the Masked Avenger wrestled differently than Heather Dannon! The VCW offices will have to do something about this; this can't be allowed to go on.

But hold it, right now "War Machine" by KISS just started playing, and the Tough Customers, Bass Rogers and "The Star Player" Darren Michaels are on their way to the ring, accompanied by Dean Sanders! Bass Rogers looks surly and angry, as usual, and Darren Michaels is psyched up and ready to go. They're both out here to compete! But we haven't heard of them being in a scheduled match tonight. Bass Rogers grabs a microphone.

B. Rogers: Y'know... the talk of the locker room backstage is that the Ontario Colour Show is back together, and they've got a title shot at Troy Black and Brujah. I'm sure lots of people are real damn excited about that... but I ain't. As far as I'm concerned, the Tough Customers never lost the VCW World Tag Team Titles. We got cheated out of them. If anyone deserves a title shot, we should get the damn rematch. And I ain't the only one who thinks so.

Whoa!! What an announcement! Evidently this was all cleared with the Commissioner at the last minute, if we have that match coming up right now! "Until It Sleeps" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd cheers, with a small round of boos, as Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, the newly-reformed Ontario Colour Show, step out of the backstage entrance! But having this match suddenly sprung on them like this, in a time of trouble, couldn't be a good thing. They're not even looking at each other as they begin walking to the ring, and they both look very solemn and angry. They're back together, for the first time in months, but they can't stand each other, and this doesn't bode well for them against the Tough Customers. They enter the ring, and Brendan Powers calls for the bell to begin the match!

Tough Customers
w/Dean Sanders

Owen Addison and Paul Canyon both step into the ring, and argue in their corner for a few minutes, apparently disagreeing about who's going to start the match. Finally, Paul Canyon just gives Owen Addison a disgusted look and steps out of the ring, and Owen Addison walks forward to meet Bass Rogers, and casually draws back and slaps him in the face!! Bass Rogers roars in outrage and kicks Owen Addison in the midsection, then steps back, charges forward, and TEARS HIS HEAD CLEAN OFF with a huge lariat!! Owen Addison wipes out with a spinning bump like Marty Jannetty from the impact and lands in a heap on the mat! The crowd cheers, and Paul Canyon actually smiles from the apron; he's pleased to see his partner take that lariat! Bass Rogers laughs out loud over Owen Addison's fallen carcass, and we have to wonder just what in the hell Owen Addison was thinking!

Bass Rogers finally starts laughing, then pulls Owen up by the hair to continue the abuse, but Owen nails him with a low blow! Bass Rogers doubles over, and Owen stops for a second to feel his jaw and make sure it isn't broken, then grabs Bass Rogers's head and pulls him into a kneesmash facebuster! Bass Rogers pops up and staggers back, and Owen Addison nails him with a dropkick, sending him slumping back into the ropes. He whips Bass Rogers into the ropes on the other side, then brings him down with a drop toehold near his corner and tags in Paul Canyon! Without missing a beat, Owen flows behind Bass Rogers and grabs a leg for an ankle lock submission as Paul Canyon grabs the ropes and slingshots himself in to land a slingshot elbowdrop to the back on Bass Rogers!

Owen Addison releases the ankle lock to head for his corner, locking eyes with Paul Canyon in a tense stare for a moment before he does. Paul Canyon goes to work on Bass Rogers, working over his right leg and keeping him off-guard with quick moves, but other than developing a slight limp, Bass Rogers doesn't seem to be hurt much. Rogers reverses the tide of the match soon after by pulling up short when Paul Canyon goes for a dropkick, then rushing forward and nailing him with a Vader attack when he stands up. He bodyslams Paul Canyon and drops an elbow on him, then tags in Darren Michaels.

Darren Michaels is younger, faster, and more athletic than Bass Rogers, and he comes in with a flurry of high-impact offense on Paul Canyon, taking him down repeatedly. Unfortunately, he's also far less experienced than Bass Rogers, and after whipping Paul Canyon to the ropes he telegraphs a backdrop and gets brought down with a sunset flip. He kicks out at one and pops right up with a clothesline, but Paul Canyon ducks it and knocks him off his feet with a savate kick. Paul Canyon brings in Owen Addison, then runs and springs off the middle rope with an Asai moonsault just as Owen Addison sweeps Darren Michaels's legs! Paul Canyon gets up and heads to their corner, looking back at Owen with hostility but also grudging respect. It's almost like they're competing against each other to see who can perform better in this match!

Owen Addison takes control of Darren Michaels and gets downright vicious, quickly. He goes straight after his right shoulder, working it over with a nasty aggression that calls up unpleasant memories of Lorenzo Vasquez. Paul Canyon cringes from the apron; he surely understands the tactic of working over a body part, but Owen's aggression and bloodlust are making him uncomfortable. Darren Michaels tries to fight back several times, but his wrestling skills are nowhere near those of Owen Addison, and each of his attempted comebacks gets cut off.

With Darren Michaels in trouble, Owen Addison tags in Paul Canyon, then lifts Darren on his shoulders. As Paul Canyon goes to the top turnbuckle, we know what this is... he comes off for an ELEVATED FLYING SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER!! That move has been a staple of the Ontario Colour Show's teamwork in the past, and they just took Darren Michaels down with it! Paul Canyon goes for the pin... Bass Rogers charges in to try and break it up, but Owen cuts him off with a dropkick... but in spite of that, Darren Michaels kicks out at two and three-quarters.

Paul Canyon goes after Darren Michaels with less of a vicious, focused assault on his arm, but eventually he applies a cross armbreaker to capitalize on Owen's earlier work. Darren Michaels is clearly in a lot of pain, but he's not giving up without a fight, and the rest of his body has enough strength to drag himself to the ropes! He gets up, and Paul Canyon goes for a kick to the midsection, but Darren Michaels catches his foot... and the other foot pops up and clocks him in the head with an enzuigiri! Darren Michaels crumples to the mat, and Paul Canyon drags him away from the ropes, then goes up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with the MAGIC CARPET RIDE!! But Darren Michaels gets his knees up, and Paul Canyon crash-lands stomach-first on them!

Both men crawl to their corners and make tags, and Bass Rogers comes in, loaded for bear, and clobbers Owen Addison with a right hand! Paul Canyon comes back in to support his partner, and Bass Rogers assaults him too, roaring and punching and holding his own against both members of the Colour Show through sheer inner fury! He lifts Paul Canyon in a Gorilla Press and tosses him to the outside, but when he turns around, Owen Addison kicks him in the midsection and hooks his head, then brings him down with a DDT! He covers, but only gets two, so he follows up with a reverse neckbreaker and a jumping neck snap! Another cover still only gets two, so Owen Addison goes for a piledriver, but Bass Rogers grabs him, lifts, and then flings him down to the mat in a spinebuster-like slam!

On the outside, Darren Michaels intercepts Paul Canyon to keep him from making the save, and Bass Rogers returns to the offensive with a vengance, flinging Owen Addison around with four consecutive belly-to-belly suplexes, then driving him down hard with a POWER BOMB!! He goes for the cover, and Brendan Powers counts, but Owen somehow throws a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths! Bass Rogers stares down at him in disgust for a few moments, then points to the ceiling, and the crowd explodes into cheers! On the outside, Paul Canyon ducks a clothesline from Darren Michaels, and Darren's right arm hits the steel ringpost hard!

Darren Michaels is down in a world of pain, but Bass Rogers is climbing to the top turnbuckle, looking for the Moonsault!! He makes it to the top... but Paul Canyon leaps up on the apron, springs up to the top rope, then jumps to nail Bass Rogers with a SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!! That knocks him down into the ring! Bass Rogers just went crashing to the canvas, but he gets up, roaring angrily, and reaches outside to grab Paul Canyon, but Paul Canyon grabs his head and pulls him throat-first down into the ropes! He staggers back... into a roll-up by Owen Addison!! Brendan Powers goes down to count, and Bass Rogers is too flabbergasted to kick out before three! The Ontario Colour Show wins!!

The crowd gives a loud, mixed response, and Paul Canyon immediately turns to walk away, not interested in celebrating the victory in the ring. Owen Addison's not much interested in celebrating either, because Bass Rogers pops up with an angry roar and lunges for him! Owen slides out of the ring and begins retreating up the aisle after his partner, and Bass Rogers remains in the ring, bellowing and stomping around in rage, as Dean Sanders checks on Darren Michaels on the outside. The Ontario Colour Show seem to have their old chemistry and precision back, or at least something that passes for it; it's just a shame that they both hate each other now.

Up next, we're going to see Lars Coverdale and Michelle Hubbard take on David Wright Hubbard in a Handicap Match, but first, we're going to take a look backstage at the Hammer of the Gods, who'll wrestle tonight as a three-person unit for the first time since Rob Solomon's knee injury! Let's take a look.

Julian Page, Jacob Idol, Jasmina Chastity, and Rob Solomon are gathered backstage in a dressing room. Jacob Idol is sitting on a leather love seat, holding hands with Jasmina Chastity, and Rob Solomon is looking rather bored as he casually leans back in an armchair and sips from a bottle of Heineken, but Julian Page is already dressed to wrestle in army-green camoflage bell-bottoms, pacing the floor and talking to his teammates.

J. Page: Tonight is VERY important to me. Forget Ken Collins. Forget Troy Black. What I'm after tonight is Johnny Smiles, and I don't care about anything else. We're the elite. We're the best of the best in VCW, and tonight, we focus ALL of our energy on destroying Johnny Smiles. Every last OUNCE of our energy. Do you guys understand that?

Rob Solomon smirks and shrugs from the chair.

R. Solomon: I dunno, man. I'd like to save a little energy for getting laid after the show, if that's all right.

J. Idol: Yeah, me too.

Jasmina Chastity smiles at Jacob Idol and squeezes his hand.

J. Chastity: I think you're in luck, babe. There's a drugstore across the street from our hotel room that sells Vasoline and latex gloves.

Rob Solomon snickers, but Jacob Idol scowls at Jasmina Chastity, then gives her a pleading look.

J. Idol: Come on, baby... how can you say no to the tried, tested, and proven best technical wrestler in the world? You don't want a little loving from the man who destroyed the myth of Owen Addison?

J. Chastity: Nope, you'll have to do better than that.

J. Idol: Then how about this. After I get my check, we'll fly back to the States and go shopping. I'll take you everywhere... Best Buy, Sears, Wal-Mart, pawn shops, K-Mart...

R. Solomon: Hey, I know this classy place down around there where you can get her a good, cheap pearl necklace...

Jacob Idol's eyes light up with eager interest.

J. Idol: Really? Down where?

Julian Page is scowling at the trivial interruption, and finally seems to have had enough.

J. Page: Forget about all that! I want you to FOCUS. Focus everything on Johnny Smiles. Eliminate him. Destroy him like he's TEN Owen Addisons. We're going to make him suffer. We're going to make an example out of him.

R. Solomon: Okay, okay. You don't like Johnny Smiles. We get it already. Just chill out.

J. Page: I won't rest until he's reduced to a shell of his former self. And I'm not driven by any kind of misguided jealousy or pride this time... it's pure anger and hatred. My own personal success is no longer at stake here. The only thing I want out of life is to see Johnny Smiles horribly maimed and injured, thoroughly humiliated, and driven out of the wrestling business once and for all.

J. Idol: When's the match up, anyway? Think you should go check again, just to be sure?

Julian Page nods.

J. Page: Right. It can't be long now. I can hardly wait...

Julian Page leaves the room, and Rob Solomon and Jacob Idol turn to each other with weary glances.

J. Idol: He's losing his damn mind. I think he's a few "boring" chants short of a Tim Bell match.

R. Solomon: No kidding. You think maybe if we kick Johnny Smiles's ass for him, he'll shut up already?

J. Idol: Lord, I hope so.

Rob Solomon sets down his beer and cracks his knuckles.

R. Solomon: Well, you know what we have to do, then.

Jacob Idol nods as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and we're ready to move on to our big handicap match! "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath is playing, and that brings out David Wright Hubbard, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. As usual, he's wearing his black trunks and kneebrace, and his scowl seems even more ornery and angry than normal as he quickly strides to the ring. He climbs inside and grabs a microphone, and looks around at the booing crowd.

D.W. Hubbard: I got a little something to say, so if you'll shut up for a minute, maybe I'll tell you.

The crowd doesn't quiet down any, booing him even more loudly. He looks around at them even more angrily.

D.W. Hubbard: I said, if you'll SHUT UP, I'm gonna tell you something!

The boos and jeers only get louder.

D.W. Hubbard: That's okay. I'm gonna tell you anyway. Basically, as far as I'm concerned, my wife and Lars Coverdale are both just as big a pain in the ass as each other. So tonight, I'm down here in Australia, and I'm gonna whip Lars Coverdale's ass one more time, then teach my old lady a lesson about why a girl shouldn't try to whip a man's ass. Then, once I show her ass who wears the pants in this family, I'm gonna take my custom-built pearl-handled laser-guided crossbow out and shoot me a bunch of kangaroo and crocodiles and koala bears and all them other weird-looking critters you got down here in Australia, I'm gonna take 'em back home, and I'm gonna set Michelle up in front of the grill and make her cook me up a whole bunch of barbeque.

David Wright Hubbard pauses, pacing in the ring, then raises the microphone again.

D.W. Hubbard: And you, Lars, I done whipped your ass plenty of times already, and you still ain't learned your lesson. You sing your little songs, you fuck my wife, you act like you're hot stuff... the fact is, you ain't man enough to handle my wife, you ain't man enough to take me in a fight, and you ain't gonna make it out of here on your own two feet. Basically, son, I think you're kinda pathetic, and I'm getting a little tired of it. So this time, I ain't gonna whip your ass for my own good health and pleasure... I'm gonna give you an ass-whipping that lands you in the hospital so long that social security'll be paying for it by the time you get out. Now get on out here and get what's coming to ya!

David Wright Hubbard throws aside the microphone, ready to fight, as "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing. The crowd cheers as Lars Coverdale and Michelle Hubbard come out of the backstage entrance, both now dressed in wrestling attire, and begin heading for the ring! They slide inside, and David Wright Hubbard immediately begins stomping on Michelle as she slides in, then turns and drops Lars Coverdale with a big right hand as he gets up! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this Handicap Match is on!

David Wright Hubbard starts off well enough, using his vastly superior size and power to manhandle his opponents, often using them against each other with tactics such as dropping Michelle onto Lars in a Gorilla Press. But they're too quick and skilled to be dominated by any one person, and David Wright Hubbard quickly falls prey to the advantage of numbers. Lars Coverdale and Michelle Hubbard each hit a few nice offensive moves on him, and even manage a few double team moves, in the next few minutes. David Wright Hubbard is too ornery to sit back and take it, however, and he gets in his own fair share of licks, with his physical power and toughness making up for the fact that his opponents get in the majority of the offense.

After several minutes of this, David Wright Hubbard retakes the advantage by ducking a superkick from Lars Coverdale and mauling him with a lariat, then absorbing a dropkick from Michelle Hubbard and dumping her to the outside of the ring. He goes on an offensive tear, hammering Lars with a series of punches and whipping him to the turnbuckles, then bringing him down with a sidewalk slam when he staggers out. On the outside, Michelle Hubbard starts to get to her feet, and David Wright Hubbard flings himself out onto her with a pescado, impressing the crowd despite their dislike of him and squashing Michelle on the floor outside of the ring. He mauls her with some big punches, takes her head-first into the steel ringsteps, then lifts her and drops her throat-first on the guardrail, but as he does all that Lars Coverdale goes to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off at him with a flying clothesline!! But David Wright Hubbard meets it with a lariat of his own, absolutely MURDERING Lars Coverdale on the way down!!

All three of them are down for a few seconds, but David Wright Hubbard's the first one to his feet. Michelle Hubbard's getting up too, and he catches her with a quick kneelift, then rolls her into the ring and climbs in after her. He whips her to the ropes and nails her with a big boot when she comes off, then pulls her up into a standing headscissors and FLATTENS her with a power bomb! But instead of going for the pin, he gets in her face and starts talking trash... and Lars Coverdale takes advantage of the distraction to go up top, but David Wright Hubbard notices him in time to run forward and catch him, then pitch him off with a press slam! Lars Coverdale pulls himself up, and David Wright Hubbard rushes him with a lariat, but Lars ducks, pivots, and knocks him off his feet with a superkick!! He goes for a cover, but David Wright Hubbard furiously throws a shoulder up at two and a half.

Lars Coverdale begins going up to the top turnbuckle again, and David Wright Hubbard and Michelle Hubbard are both getting up. Lars Coverdale takes flight with a missile dropkick from the top... but David Wright Hubbard pulls Michelle into the way! Lars Coverdale takes her out, and as he tries to get up, David Wright Hubbard clobbers him in the back of the head, then grabs him from behind and brings him down with a belly-to-back suplex! Lars Coverdale gets up after that, so David Wright Hubbard kicks him in the midsection, scoops him up, and flings him to the mat again with a bodyslam. He steps out to the apron and begins going to the top, as Lars Coverdale gets to his feet.

Lars turns around, and David Wright Hubbard comes off for the Flying Cross Bodypress, but Lars Coverdale jumps up and dropkicks him in the stomach!! He wipes out on the mat, clutching his stomach, but quickly begins to stand... but he's still doubled over, and Lars Coverdale brings him down with a ROCKER DROPPER!! David Wright Hubbard just went down face-first, and Lars turns him over, then heads up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off, and this time connects with the FROG SPLASH!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Jerry Rogers counts, but David Wright Hubbard kicks out somehow at two and three-quarters! Lars Coverdale gets up and measures him as he starts to stand again, then catches him in the jaw with a SUPERKICK!!

David Wright Hubbard falls back into the ropes, slumped against the top rope, and Lars Coverdale measures him again and lashes out with a second superkick, but David Wright Hubbard ducks this one somehow! Lars Coverdale loses his balance and gets his leg tangled up in the ropes, and David Wright Hubbard dumps him to the outside while leaving him tangled, so that he's handing upside-down by the foot on the outside of the ring. But Michelle Hubbard gets up quickly now, having taken her time to rest while Lars Coverdale fought her husband! David Wright Hubbard turns around, and Michelle catches him with a kick to the groin, then brings him down in a DDT!! He hits the mat face-first, and Michelle grabs a handful of his long blond hair and pulls him up roughly, then gives him a second DDT!! This time, he flops over onto his back with the impact, and Michelle Hubbard ascends to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off backwards... MOONSAULT!! She grimaces in pain and clutches one of her knees for a second after the impact, but then crawls on top of David Wright Hubbard, hooks the leg... AND GETS THREE!! David Wright Hubbard just lost a match to his wife!!

The crowd cheers as Michelle Hubbard gets to her feet, limping and flexing her knees, and raises her hands in victory. Evidently the fans have decided that she's the lesser of two evils here, because she is teaming up with Lars Coverdale. She rolls out of the ring as Lars Coverdale finally gets his foot out of the ring-ropes. He offers her a high-five, and she slaps his hand, then grabs him and kisses him on the cheek! What the heck!? Lars Coverdale seems as surprised as anybody, and stares with a goofy grin on his face, touching his cheek and then looking at his hand, as Michelle Hubbard smiles at him over her shoulder while she walks up the ramp to the backstage entrance.

But there's one big thing that he's overlooking... that thing is David Wright Hubbard, who's pulling himself up off of the mat and looking utterly furious. Michelle Hubbard just beat him, and now she's out of sight, disappearing through the backstage entrance. But Lars is still standing at ringside, staring after her, and David Wright Hubbard rolls out of the ring and rushes him from behind, clobbering him in the back of the head with a huge lariat! The crowd boos, and David Wright Hubbard just continues his assault by crouching over Lars Coverdale and raining right hands down on him. He just bit off more than he could chew with this match and got his ass beat, and now he's taking it out on Lars Coverdale!

But hold on... "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers hits the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Johnny Smiles and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins come out of the backstage entrance, rushing down the ramp, with Stacey Lockman coming along behind them! David Wright Hubbard looks up and decides that these aren't good odds, backing off of Lars and allowing Johnny Smiles and Ken Collins to come in and help him up. Fortunately, Lars Coverdale isn't hurt badly, and David Wright Hubbard is now slinking off to the backstage entrance. And now Johnny Smiles grabs a microphone...

J. Smiles: HEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd cheers loudly.

J. Smiles: So, by popular demand from all of the Australian Johnnycoholics, we're out here a little bit early in order to get our good friend Lars Coverdale out of trouble. But that's okay. We're used to it, because Lars gets himself in trouble quite a bit... almost as much as me.

Lars Coverdale smiles and shrugs, but puts a hand to his head in pain, still suffering from the beating. He begins staggering backstage, as Johnny continues to talk.

J. Smiles: But that's not the only thing we have to do tonight. We also have a wrestling match, against the Hammer of the Gods. If I understand correctly, Julian Page has a problem with me going to Wrestlewar IV and getting a shot at the VCW World Title. And I appreciate that, because he knows as well as I do that if the champion's somebody like Gabriel Black or Crimson, I'm gonna get killed... but Julian Page has taken it upon himself to decide to STOP me from having that match. Again, I appreciate the gesture, but I'm perfectly capable of chickening out and no-showing that match on my own, and I DON'T need any of Julian Page's help, thank you very much!

The crowd actually cheers for that cowardly statement.

J. Smiles: I see where he's coming from, really. Julian Page may be upset because he sees me do things that he doesn't get to do. I won Sumiko in the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble, and he never won a stuffed cat. I won the VCW InterJohnnynental Title at the Big Fight... he LOST it to Bret "The Hitman" Hart. And now I won the Wrestlewar main event spot at Survival of the Fittest. But Julian Page has achieved one major accomplishment lately... it was no mean feat, but he's officially knocked Virginia off the top spot and taken the lead as the public enemy number two of myself and all the Johnnycoholics around the world!!

Ken Collins seems a little bit puzzled by that.

K. Collins: The top spot is public enemy number TWO?

J. Smiles: Yeah, actually. The number one Public Enemy will always be "Flyboy" Rocco Rock and Johnny Grunge. I mean, since they were the original Public Enemy, and all. Not that I really dislike them or anything.

K. Collins: That doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

J. Smiles: Yeah, I guess it doesn't. Anyway, I'll turn things over to you now. Ladies and gentlemen... here with an important announcement... the man whose breakfast cereal contains one hundred percent of the recommended daily allowance of fifteen essential vitamins and minerals... he is "The California Crippler," Ken Collins!!

Ken Collins smiles and takes the microphone.

K. Collins: Thanks, Johnny. As it turns out, I myself have a public enemy who isn't Rocco Rock or Johnny Grunge--

J. Smiles: Everyone knows that who isn't Rocco Rock or Johnny Grunge. Who is Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart.

K. Collins: Bret Hart's old tag team partner.

J. Smiles: Right.

Ken Collins gives Johnny Smiles a strange stare for a second, but then shrugs and continues.

K. Collins: Anyway, what I'm after right now is Lance Errington. He wants a shot at the VCW InterKentinental Title... and I'm here to accept. I'm not backing down from that challenge or any other. I know that Lance Errington has had some prominent matches with this title at stake before--like the time he LOST it to Marty Jannetty...

J. Smiles: Oh, man, was that pathetic or what!? I mean, really...

K. Collins: Johnny, Marty's beaten you before, too.

J. Smiles: ... I'm just going to be quiet now.

K. Collins: As I was saying, I'm not afraid of a challenge from Lance Errington or his new friends. As far as Gabriel Black is concerned... I won my first tag team titles from him and Tony Garcia. As far as Derek Cole, the self-proclaimed Tae Kwon Do expert, goes... I may not have formal martial arts training, but I've seen EVERY episode of Hong Kong Phooey, and if he comes after me I'll show him some moves he's never even SEEN before. And if I need any help beating Lance Errington himself... I'll just ask our old friend Marty Jannetty for advice.

J. Smiles: Hey, yeah, I'll give you his new phone number! Lars's mom let him run a second phone line down to her basement where he's staying...

K. Collins: All right. So, with that said, I think it's time to get down to business and teach some folks a lesson, eh? Troy... we're waiting on you!

Troy Black will be their partner in this upcoming match against the Hammer of the Gods, and "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system. Troy Black steps out of the backstage entrance, and Rebecca Black steps out after him! She has a microphone...

R. Black: Hey, Stacey... you've got a lot of nerve showing yourself out here, knowing I'm gonna be here, after you nearly got your ass beat by a one-eyed Jew and a bimbo who thinks she's Jeff Jarrett filling in as Heather Dannon's stunt double. If you can barely handle those losers, what're you gonna do about me?

The crowd boos, and Stacey Lockman's motioning for Rebecca Black to come on down and bring it on, but Troy Black's trying to keep her under control and send her backstage. Rebecca Black just shrugs him off, however, and smiles at Stacey.

R. Black: You wanna fight me right NOW? Let me tell you--

Hold it, Troy Black snatched the microphone away from Rebecca Black, and he starts arguing with her... no, Rebecca Black just stepped away from him, and she's running down the ramp! Stacey Lockman charges at her too, and they meet at ringside! They begin brawling next to the ring, trading blows, and Rebecca Black takes the upper hand, then rolls Stacey Lockman into the ring and slides in after her! Stacey Lockman throws a punch, but Rebecca Black blocks it, doubles her over with a kick to the midsection, then takes her down in a front facelock!

Rebecca Black tightens her arm into a chokehold in the facelock, trying to keep Stacey down, but Troy Black slides into the ring, looking angry, and grabs Rebecca Black by the back of her pants! He pulls her off of Stacey Lockman, but as he does her pants come down in the back, exposing her bare posterior to the crowd to a wild chorus of cheers and catcalls! Troy Black drops her and backs away, but Rebecca Black gets up and turns to him... and she's not pulling her pants up again! In fact, she pulls off her tank top and throws that aside as well, revealing her bra!

She smiles and beckons to Troy Black, who's staring at her like she's a dead body or something, and takes a step towards him! He's backing off, totally unsure of what to do, as she puts her hands on her breasts and thrusts them up and together, enhancing her cleavage. Her mouth curls in a naughty, seductive smirk... but Stacey Lockman's up behind her!! Stacey Lockman rushes forward and clobbers Rebecca Black with a forearm to the back of the head, knocking her to her hands and knees! She goes to crawl out of the ring, and Stacey Lockman grabs the back of her pants to pull her forward again... AND PULLS THEM OFF INSTEAD!!

The crowd explodes into cheers as Rebecca Black slips out of her pants, baring her behind completely to the entire arena. She's quick enough to get her hands over her groin before the pants come off, so that the censors don't have to do anything to earn their keep tonight, and she rolls out of the ring, as Stacey Lockman stares down at the pants in her hand, then back at Rebecca angrily. Rebecca Black staggers back up the ramp, keeping her hands over her crotch, as she yells incoherent threats and obscenities at Stacey Lockman. Stacey Lockman slides out of the ring to go after her, but Ken Collins stops her and says something to her, and she calms down enough to just stare Rebecca Black down with a hateful glare as she disappears backstage.

Well, Troy Black is here now with his tag team partners, and after all that, we've still been leading up to a big match! "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as the Hammer of the Gods, Julian Page, Jacob Idol, and Rob Solomon, along with Jasmina Chastity, emerge from the backstage entrance. Julian Page has a microphone, and he looks down the aisle at his three opponents with pure contempt and disgust.

J. Page: That figures. It really figures. You guys can't even show up for a match without a three ring circus full of slapstick with lame jokes, catchphrases, and half-naked women. Do you think these people are gonna go home after the show and talk about how the Hammer of the Gods beat your ass tonight!? No, they're gonna talk about the pre-match bullshit!

Julian Page is making a point here, but the crowd's booing loudly; his opinion isn't a popular one.

J. Page: But that's fine. This is just one of the reasons I hate you, Johnny. One of many. And it ties in perfectly to my plan tonight. See, we're wrestlers. We aren't remembered for our pre-match shenanigans... we're known for being the elite masters of in-ring competition. And in order to be remembered tonight, we have to go in there and top what these people have already seen, in terms of shock value. We have to hurt you so badly, so greviously, that all of the fourteen-year-old virgins sitting around masturbating to the sight of Rebecca Black's bare ass will look up on the screen and VOMIT at the sight of your broken, mangled body. And that's fine, because I wanted to do that anyway. I want to snap your leg so hard that jagged shards of bone stick out of your flesh. Johnny, when I get through with you, you're gonna look like Sid Vicious after he came off the second rope in the four-way in WCW!!

Julian Page throws aside the microphone, and the Hammer of the Gods is storming the ring! They all slide inside and begin attacking their opponents in a pier-six brawl, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!

Hammer of the Gods (Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon & Julian Page)
w/Jasmina Chastity

Johnny Smiles, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, & Troy Black
w/Stacey Lockman

The Hammer of the Gods and the team of Smiles, Collins, and Troy Black brawl in the ring briefly, and Johnny Smiles and his teammates take the advantage and send their opponents scurrying out of the ring to regroup, as the crowd boos their hesitance. They go into a huddle, and then Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon step up on the apron, as Julian Page demands that Johnny Smiles get in the ring. Johnny does, and in the ensuing battle takes Julian Page down repeatedly with armdrags, dropkicks, and other quick moves. Julian Page quickly gets frustrated and careless, and Johnny Smiles just uses that to an even greater advantage, keeping Julian Page down and off-guard!

Johnny Smiles takes control of the match and begins hitting Julian Page with some of his typical offense, but his control is short-lived before Jasmina Chastity distracts Bobcat McGavin, enabling Julian Page to counter a suplex attempt with a low blow. Johnny Smiles doubles over, and Julian Page takes him down with a kneebreaker, then drags him to the corner by his leg and tags in Jacob Idol, who comes in and stomps at his right leg a few times. They're operating tonight with a clear, focused goal; they're going to take Johnny Smiles's leg out. But Johnny Smiles doesn't plan on letting them do that, and when Jacob Idol goes for a figure-four after a few more wear-down moves, Johnny Smiles uses his free leg to kick him to a corner, then tags in Ken Collins!

The California Crippler comes in and cuts Jacob Idol down with a stinging chop, then grabs him as he gets up and whips him to the mat with a snap suplex. He proceeds to bring his wrestling arsenal to bear against Jacob Idol, wearing him out with a few various suplexes, then taking him to the mat and working on his right shoulder and neck, clearly in preparation for the California Crossface. Jacob Idol counters fairly often and gets in some nice moves of his own, but Ken Collins seems to be slightly more skilled, and maintains a small advantage before tagging in Troy Black, to a surprisingly loud round of cheers from the crowd.

Troy Black comes in and does some of his usual stuff to Jacob Idol: ducking a clothesline attempt and coming off the other side with a leaping clothesline of his own; going for a Rocker Dropper that Jacob Idol backdrops out of, then ducking Jacob Idol's ensuing clothesline attempt, slipping behind with a waistlock, and giving him a German suplex; and finally, dropping him with a throat jab and covering him for a count of two and a half before Rob Solomon breaks up the pin. Troy Black scowls at Rob Solomon, then picks up Jacob Idol and hooks him for a double arm DDT, but Jacob Idol backdrops out of it! Troy Black gets up, and Jacob Idol pastes him with a savate kick! Troy Black tumbles into his corner and tags in Johnny Smiles, and Jacob Idol tags in Rob Solomon.

Johnny Smiles catches a kick from Rob Solomon and turns it into a dragon screw leg whip, then takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker and Russian legsweep, after which a pin only gets a two count. He runs into the ropes, but Jasmina Chastity trips him, and he staggers forward and gets kicked in the face! Rob Solomon punts Johnny Smiles around with a few more kicks, then puts on an abdominal stretch... not the best move in terms of keeping with Julian Page's strategy, perhaps. Bobcat McGavin is busy trying to stop Stacey Lockman from getting aggressive with Jasmina Chastity, and Rob Solomon reaches over and grabs the top rope for leverage... and Ken Collins angrily charges into the ring to stop that, but Bobcat McGavin turns and sees him, then forces him back into his corner! When Bobcat McGavin finally turns around, Rob Solomon releases the rope just in time to avoid being noticed.

Johnny Smiles struggles against the abdominal stretch for several seconds, but without Rob Solomon's leverage from the ropes, he manages to break it with a hiptoss. Rob Solomon quickly gets to his feet, and Johnny Smiles goes for a superkick, but Rob Solomon ducks! Johnny Smiles falters, stumbling on his bad leg, and Rob Solomon blasts him with a spinning heel kick to the face, then tags in Julian Page! The Hammer of the Gods proceed to isolate Johnny Smiles in their corner, taking turns working over his right leg with a vicious focus for several minutes, and cut off all of his attempts to make a comeback or tag in one of his partners.

Johnny Smiles is clearly suffering as this abuse drags on, and his peril becomes even greater as Julian Page doubles him over with a kick to the kneecap, then hooks both of his arms and brings him down with the SWAN SONG!! Ken Collins prepares to enter the ring and break up the ensuing cover, but Julian Page isn't even going for the pin... he just turns Johnny Smiles over and slaps on a FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK!! Johnny Smiles yells out in pain, and the crowd boos loudly! Julian Page could have won the match with a pin just now, providing that his partners could have stopped Ken Collins and Troy Black from making the save just now, but he's really looking to injure Johnny Smiles, or do anything it takes to keep him from making it to his Wrestlewar title shot!

Johnny Smiles struggles desperately against the figure-four leglock, but everything he tries is countered. He drags himself towards the ropes, but Julian Page manages to drag him back in the opposite direction. He turns the hold over, but Julian Page turns it back over, keeping it applied. The crowd's behind him, chanting his name, but it looks like there's no escape... but Troy Black has seen enough, and he quickly mounts the top turnbuckle, and comes off onto Julian Page with the BLACK DAGGER!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and THAT broke the figure-four leglock immediately! Bobcat McGavin threatens Troy Black with disqualification, and forces him back to his corner, but the damage is done! Julian Page and Johnny Smiles are both down and motionless on the mat!

Johnny crawls to his corner, unable to stand, and tags in Ken Collins, as Julian Page finds the wherewithal to roll over and tag in Rob Solomon. They meet in the ring, and Ken Collins blocks a kick, spins Rob Solomon around by the foot, and brings him down with a belly-to-back suplex! Jacob Idol comes in and gets shot down by a picture-perfect dropkick, and Julian Page staggers in to do his part, but eats a kick to the midsection, then a kick to the face that knocks him flat! Jasmina Chastity even jumps up on the apron to interfere, but Stacey Lockman pulls her off by the ankle, then drops her with a punch to the jaw!

Ken Collins cleans house, taking down Rob Solomon repeatedly, and Troy Black begins brawling with Jacob Idol on the outside as Johnny Smiles manages to limp into action against Julian Page, and Stacey Lockman punishes Jasmina Chastity. Rob Solomon is reeling, and Ken Collins hits him with a shoulderbreaker, then goes up to the top turnbuckle, waiting for him to get up! But as he does, Lance Errington comes running out of the backstage entrance, with a pipe wrench!! Jasmina Chastity rolls into the ring, trying to escape the wrath of Stacey Lockman on the outside, and both Ken Collins and Bobcat McGavin are distracted, as Bobcat McGavin begins trying to force her to leave the ring again! But the distraction enables Lance Errington to leap up on the apron and clobber Ken Collins in the head with the pipe wrench!!

Ken Collins topples forward into the ring as the crowd boos, and Lance Errington begins backing off as Jasmina Chastity is forced out of the ring. Rob Solomon's getting up now, and he's smiling as he sees the deteriorated condition of Ken Collins. He pulls him up, folds his arms across his chest and grabs them, then flings him back with a straightjacket suplex! Ken Collins is semi-conscious at best, and unable to kick out as Bobcat McGavin goes down and counts to three! Damn it! Lance Errington just robbed Ken Collins!!

Troy Black breaks away from Jacob Idol and slides into the ring for the save, but it's a little too late. The crowd boos loudly, and Rob Solomon rolls out of the ring and begins backing up the aisle, raising his left arm in victory as the right one hangs limply at his side. Jacob Idol joins him, and Jasmina Chastity runs to hide behind him to escape the wrath of Stacey Lockman. Julian Page has Johnny Smiles down on the outside of the ring, and he's stomping away at his knee, but when he sees Troy Black slide out of the ring and head towards him, he just backs off, joining Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon in retreating backstage.

This is certainly a mess; with a little help from Lance Errington, the Hammer of the Gods have won this match, and both Johnny Smiles and Ken Collins are laid to waste here. Just as significantly, Rob Solomon also picked up a big victory over Ken Collins, which certainly makes him a top contender for the VCW Intercontinental Title. But they owe a great deal of their success to Lance Errington's interference tonight.

We still have our main event match for tonight, in which Brujah challenges Crimson for the VCW World Title! Let’s get comments from each of these two competitors before the match begins. Ziggy Adderloaf caught up with each participant in that match just a few moments ago, during the previous match. Let's take a look!

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Brujah, whose typical stone-faced demeanor now speaks more of deep thought and concern than fierce determination.

Z. Adderloaf: Brujah, tonight is a big opportunity for you. Not only have you become one of the VCW World Tag Team Champions in recent weeks, but tonight you have a shot at the big belt, against the biggest, baddest man in the company, Crimson. What are your--

Suddenly, they're interrupted as the door comes crashing open, and an enraged Rebecca Black storms into the locker room, nude from the waist down (but censored, since this tape isn't live).

R. Black: Did you see that shit? Did you fucking SEE that!? Stacey HUMILIATED me, and Troy just let her do it. He just fucking LET her do it!!

Brujah: Seems to me you do a pretty good job of embarrassing yourself without anyone's help.

Rebecca Black whirls on Brujah, seething with anger, and speaks to him in a venomous tone.

R. Black: Shut up. I don't deserve this shit. All I ever wanted was affection and love. I never really got that from anyone, Brujah. Nobody fucking cares about me. Nobody ever has. Falcon, Lorenzo, Amy... they all used me. They got into my pants and fucking USED me. And I was willing to give EVERYTHING to Troy--my heart, body, and soul--and what does he do!? He turns me down time and time again, insults me, and lets Jimmy Lockman's little fucking slut of a daughter fucking HUMILIATE me out there.

Rebecca Black turns to Ziggy Adderloaf, only to find that he's staring down at her bared lower body.

R. Black: What's your fucking problem? Haven't you ever seen a woman's pussy before?

Z. Adderloaf: Um... I--

R. Black: Never mind. Stupid question.

Rebecca Black turns and grabs a travel bag and a bundle of things off of a bench in a corner of the room, then heads for the door.

Brujah: You gonna leave now?

She looks back at Brujah with an icy glare.

R. Black: Yes, Brujah. I'm gonna fucking leave now.

She stalks out of the door and slams it behind her, and Ziggy Adderloaf turns back to Brujah nervously.

Z. Adderloaf: That was... unexpected...

Brujah: You wanted to ask me about Crimson?

Z. Adderloaf: Uh... yeah.

Brujah: I guess you won't be surprised to hear that I'm having a hard time concentrating right now. Not only did I somehow get landed in the middle of this mess, but Owen Addison has it in for me, and I got nailed to a cross for trying to talk to Jennie before she left.

Z. Adderloaf: I have to say, I'm really sorry to see Jennie go.

Brujah: Yeah. So you get the idea. I haven't been able to focus on Crimson. But that's gonna change when I head out there. All through my VCW career, I've gone this far by just going out there and tearing people apart, and ignoring all the other shit falling down around me. Tonight won't be any different. When you step in the ring and see a seven-foot biker standing between you and the pinnacle of success in this business, suddenly it doesn't matter any more if your dog died and your wife left you. And tonight, when I come face to face with Crimson, there will be NOTHING on my mind but destroying him and winning the VCW World Title. And the way I see it, Crimson's getting in the ring with a vicious killing machine, who's brought down bigger men than him before when nobody thought I could do it. So maybe you'd better ask HIM... ask him how he's gonna get past ME.

Z. Adderloaf: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. He may not be focused, but he's still confident... and he may be our next VCW World Champion. Up next, I'll get Crimson's rebuttal to his comments!

The camera fades out on this scene and into the next one.

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Crimson. Crimson towers over him, and a nasty grin spreads across his face as he taps the VCW World Title belt around his waist.

Z. Adderloaf: Crimson, I'll be honest with you. Brujah doesn't seem focused on this match, and you've been unstoppable for the past several months. On paper, you're the heavy favorite...

Crimson: You can just take your paper and shove it up your ass. In the ring, I'm still the favorite. You say Brujah ain't focused... that's all right, because I don't even care about his ass. I got Gabriel Black, two weeks away from making the biggest fucking mistake of his life, thinking he's hot shit because he just beat my boys tonight. The dumb son of a bitch thinks he impressed me by taking out the Grave Digger last week? Let me tell you something. The only reason I didn't take out the Digger is because I didn't fear him. I knew that I had his fucking number, so it's no skin off my nose if he wants me to whip his big ass every day of the week.

Z. Adderloaf: You heard it here, fans. Crimson's not even thinking about Brujah, just about what he'll do to Gabriel Black at Horror Show. Nevertheless, I know you're thinking about it, and we have that match! Crimson puts the VCW World Title on the line against Brujah in our main event, next!!

With that, the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and we're ready to go into our main event! Both competitors have their minds somewhere else, and that could be the downfall of either one tonight. "Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix)" by Alabama Three begins playing, and that brings out Brujah, to a mixed reaction of mostly cheers from the crowd. They've gotten behind him quite a bit recently; he may not always be the most honorable competitor in the company, but his determination and ferocity are hard not to admire. He enters the ring and steps into a corner, staring down the aisle as he waits for Crimson. He seems to be right... now that he's out here, he's in the zone, waiting for Crimson to come out!

And he won't have to wait long... "Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and the crowd boos loudly before he even arrives! Finally, the VCW World Champion, Crimson, steps out of the backstage entrance, with the title belt around his waist and a menacing sneer on his lips. He's stalking towards the ring, staring ahead at Brujah, but his stare is one of annoyance rather than determination. Crimson is looking at Brujah like he's a pest, something that he shouldn't even have to bother with, like he's upset that he even needs to lift a finger here! That could be good or bad for Brujah; Crimson might underestimate him, but he also might try to take out his frustrations on him or make an example out of him!

Crimson steps into the ring over the top rope, and takes off the VCW World Title. He raises it high above his head, then hands it off to a ring crew member, and steps forward at Brujah, sneering and talking trash. Linda Peterson calls for the bell, and our main event will begin!

As soon as the bell rings, Brujah rushes forward and lays into Crimson viciously with stiff punches, chops, and kicks. Crimson is stunned, and Brujah whips him into the ropes, then comes off the other side, bellowing at the top of his lungs, and cuts Crimson down with a HUGE lariat! Crimson begins to get up, a little bit wobbly, and Brujah smiles and dares him to come back for more... then rushes in and floors him with a Yakuza kick as he stands up! Brujah crouches over Crimson and begins hammering him with a series of right hands, but Crimson throws him off and bolts to his feet, snarling angrily!

Crimson roars and rushes Brujah, but gets stopped short by a kick to the midsection, and Brujah hooks him and whips him to the mat with a huge snap suplex! Crimson bellows and gets up, putting a hand to his back, and Brujah hammers him with a series of punches, backing him into a corner. Brujah whips him to the other side, and Crimson hits the turnbuckles back-first. Brujah charges in, winding up for a lariat, and Crimson rushes out to meet him with a HUGE big boot that nearly takes his head clean off! That sent Brujah down... but he pops right back up and asks for another one! Crimson smiles and nods, then backs into the ropes, ducks pasts a lariat from Brujah, then runs into the other side and comes off with another big boot, knocking Brujah down again!! Crimson leans over him, and the camera catches him saying, "You asked for it, I guess you got it, motherfucker..."

Crimson scoops Brujah up and runs to one of the corners, trying to drop him head-first on the turnbuckle like Kevin Nash, but Brujah slides out behind him and clobbers him with a forearm to the back! Crimson stumbles forward, and Brujah hooks him in a waistlock, then flings him back in a German suplex! Linda Peterson counts, and Crimson kicks out angrily at two. He gets up and rushes Brujah again, but Brujah meets him with a quick kick to the midsection, hooks him, and gives him the DOUBLE ARM DDT!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Brujah's going up to the top turnbuckle... he probably won't beat Crimson right here, but this could do some serious damage to him, early in the match! Or maybe not, because Crimson's up! He rushes forward and punches Brujah in the stomach, then climbs up to the top turnbuckle with him and grabs him by the throat... no, come on... TOP-ROPE CHOKESLAM TO THE FLOOR!!

The crowd erupts in a chant of "HOLY SHIT!" and Crimson looks down at Brujah with a confident smirk, then steps back, folds his arms, and says, "COUNT HIM!" to Linda Peterson. Linda Peterson complies, giving Brujah a slow ten-count, as he writhes in agony on the floor. But at eight, he somehow manages to pull himself up, and by nine, he's leaning on the apron! He rolls in under the bottom rope and beats the ten count, and he's still legally in this match, after a move that would have put most other wrestlers in the hospital! Crimson just glares at him, hauls him up by the hair, and flattens him again with a clubbing forearm to the back.

The crowd boos as Crimson slowly walks around the ring, smirking to himself. He's a dangerous man, and he's proved it many times before. Brujah's still trying to pull himself to his feet, but Crimson doesn't seem concerned, and he idly walks over to Brujah, measures him, and blasts him with a huge right hand that knocks him back down to the mat. He turns back to the crowd, standing triumphantly over Brujah's fallen body. This may be his rebuttal to Brujah's frenzied offense; he's trying to show everyone that he can physically dominate Brujah, without even expending effort! He’s allowing Brujah some time to try to recover from that top-rope chokeslam to the floor, so that he can continue toying with him!

Brujah starts to pull himself up again, so Crimson grabs him and tosses him into a corner of the ring. He drives a knee into his stomach, then backs up and does it again, and again, doubling him over in the corner. With Brujah stunned, Crimson grabs him and flings him out into the center of the ring with a gutwrench suplex! He looks down at Brujah's prone body, admiring his handiwork for a few seconds, then backs into the ropes, comes off, and drops a big leg across Brujah, then goes for the cover. Brujah throws a shoulder up at two and a half.

Crimson stands up and glares down at Brujah for a few seconds, then grabs him by the hair and hauls him up... but Brujah nails him with a low blow on the way up! Crimson doubles over, and Brujah ignores Linda Peterson's warning, then grabs Crimson by the throat and lifts... CHOKESLAM!! He just hit Crimson with his own move! He's only six feet tall, so it may not carry the impact that Crimson's chokeslam does, but it still had to do some serious damage! Brujah's not going for the cover, though... he's going up to the top turnbuckle! He holds his arms out in a "V", then leaps off... with the SWANDIVE HEADBUTT!! It connects, and Brujah rolls over on the mat, clutching his own forehead in pain for a few seconds, then rolls over and covers Crimson. But Linda Peterson only counts to two and a half before Crimson kicks out!

Brujah gets up, shaking his head to try to clear some of the cobwebs, then pulls Crimson up into a standing headscissors. He's going for the Power Bomb, but Crimson backdrops out of it, and sends Brujah sailing into the air! Brujah crashes to the mat, and starts to get up, but Crimson hooks him in a full nelson and lifts him, then shakes him and flings him to the mat in a full nelson slam!! Brujah is flattened! Crimson kicks at his fallen body a few times, then pulls him up and grabs him by the throat... he's going for the Chokeslam! But Brujah gives him a swift kick to the midsection, stunning him! A second kick doubles him over, and Brujah puts him in a standing headscissors again! He lifts... POWER BOMB!! He hit it!! That move beat the Grave Digger in SMCW!! He covers Crimson, and Linda Peterson counts... SHOULDER UP AT TWO AND THREE-QUARTERS!!

Brujah gets up and glares down at Crimson, then hauls him up by the back of his shirt. He lays into his back with a pair of stiff forearm smashes, then pulls him into a second standing headscissors. He starts to lift... but Crimson counters it with a double-leg takedown! Then he bends down, between Brujah's legs, and hooks Brujah around the waist, taking a deep grip on him, and muscles him up... then DRIVES him back down with a power bomb of his own! He just muscled him directly up from the mat, and flattened him with his own move! Brujah is laid out, and Crimson wearily falls on top of him and hooks a leg! Linda Peterson counts, and that gets three! Crimson retains!!

The VCW World Champion has defended his title again! The crowd boos as Crimson stands up, smiling, and stomps down on Brujah's fallen body one last time. And now he's calling for a microphone...

Crimson: See this, Gabriel? You got another two weeks to reconsider, before you're the next victim on the Homicide Road Tour. This here... it's nothing personal. But you, Gabriel... I don't like you, motherfucker. I ain't gonna stop after I've defended my title. Everyone thinks you're so big and bad because you took the Grave Digger out... so just imagine what they'll say about me when I break your fucking back again and put you out of business for good.

Crimson throws aside the microphone and snatches the VCW World Title away from the ring crew member who's holding it, then raises it high above his head and straps it on around his waist again. What can we expect from Crimson when he meets Gabriel Black? Will he put Gabriel Black out of business for good, or will Gabriel Black take him out like he did the Grave Digger? We have a lot of questions, and the answers are just over the horizon. Join us next week, when we have our final episode of VCW Monday Night Wrestling before Horror Show, our next pay-per-view event! See you then!!

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