Monday Night Wrestling 10/08/01 (VCW 140)

Welcome, once again, to another huge edition of VCW Monday Night Wrestling! We're just six short days away from Horror Show, which is shaping up to be a frighteningly spectacular pay-per-view event! Tonight, we're in the Osaka Castle Hall in Japan, and we have a great show on hand! Johnny Smiles will take on Jacob Idol once again, this time in a Hardcore Match. Troy Black and Brujah will defend the VCW World Titles against a top-rated tag team to be chosen from the roster of Super Japan Pro Wrestling! And, in tonight's main event, we will see a title unification match between VCW World Champion Crimson and SJPW World Heavyweight Champion Toju Akamatsu!! We truly have a historic show on hand tonight, folks!

But first, let's start things off by taking a look in the Commissioner's office, where James Applebee is a very busy man, making preparations for Horror Show. This is being broadcast exclusively to the television viewers, and will NOT be seen by the audience! Let's go to that now...

In the Commissioner's Office...

James Applebee is sitting at a desk backstage, talking to a few VCW officials in business suits who are seated in the office with him.

Official #1: So, even if Toju Akamatsu defeats Crimson tonight, he still must defend the VCW World Title against Gabriel Black?

J. Applebee: Of course. I'm not going to let him take our title away and not defend it, after all.

Official #2: Good thinking, sir. What's the situation on the tag team division?

J. Applebee: The Ontario Colour Show decided to claim their shot, so they'll face Troy Black and Brujah for the VCW World Tag Team Titles on the pay-per-view. I have a four-way match tentatively pencilled in between the Tough Customers, Hell's Bikers, the Wrecking Crew, and the Hammer of the Gods set up to get number-one contenders after that.

Official #2: Good. I like your organizational skills. But now, the people at the home offices... they're worried about this Johnny Smiles situation. He won the tournament--

J. Applebee: He did. I officiated the end of that match myself. You know I'm a liscensed VCW official, and I stand by my decision. What's the problem?

Official #1: The problem is that, after some review, not everybody's sure that his victory in that match was entirely on the level. He came off looking pretty weak for a main-event competitor who just won the big tournament, and since that time his won-loss record has been mediocre at best. So--

J. Applebee: So what? I made the call. It's what the people want to see, and you won't find a single VCW fan who's in favor of taking him out of that main-event match.

Official #2: I'm sure you're acutely aware of our office's employee review policy, Mr. Applebee, in which we review each employee's performance, and see whether or not he or she is positioned properly. In this case, many people are in favor of extending that to our athletes. So we have a suggestion from the front offices that we urge you to consider. Book Julian Page against Johnny Smiles at Horror Show, as Julian Page has requested... and use his performance there as a basis for deciding whether he is, in fact, positioned properly in the current booking plans.

J. Applebee: So you're saying that if Johnny Smiles wins that match, he deserves to keep his Wrestlewar IV title shot--

Official #1: And if he loses, perhaps it would be best to strip it from him.

J. Applebee: Then what?

Official #1: Put it up for grabs in a match between the two competitors with the best won-loss records here... barring the current champion, of course.

James Applebee grabs a clipboard and begins looking through several of the pages on it.

J. Applebee: According to my records, one of those would be Troy Black... the other would be either Gabriel Black or Crimson, depending on who walks out with the belt this Sunday. If Tojo Akamatsu has it by then, we have to compare all of their records... it's hard saying right now.

Official #2: Any of those three would make a much more viable Wrestlewar challenger than Johnny Smiles. With all due respect, sir, he simply isn't main event material. He has no commerical potential. No legitimate credibility. A viable main event level product is the keystone to the salvation of this company's financial state, and Johnny Smiles does not fit in--

James Applebee stands up from his desk.

J. Applebee: Johnny Smiles won the title shot fair and square. I'll put his title shot in the balance in the match with Julian Page, but not because I'm looking for an excuse to strip it from him... it's because I have faith in him, and I don't mind putting him to the test, because I think he can pass it. The match is made, gentlemen. I trust that everyone in the front offices will be watching it very closely.

Official #1: I'm certain they will, Mr. Applebee.

J. Applebee: Good.

Official #2: I think we've discussed everything now. We'll report back to the offices, and leave you to keep up the good work. It's been a pleasure meeting with you, Mr. Applebee.

The two officials get up and shake hands with James Applebee, then leave the office. He looks somewhat relieved, then picks up a cellular phone and dials on it. After holding it to his ear for a second, he speaks.

J. Applebee: Okay, I'm done with the meeting. Maybe now I can get some actual work done around here. Send in Errington and Solomon. ... Okay, thanks.

James Applebee folds up the phone, then waits behind his desk. Several seconds later, Lance Errington and Rob Solomon walk in, accompanied by Lance Errington's manager, Derek Cole. Before James Applebee can speak, Derek Cole steps forward to confront him.

D. Cole: First of all, I want to say that I'm very disappointed in your unprofessional behavior two weeks ago. I've been talking to my lawyers, and it's clear to me that this is an unsafe working environment, and you're clearly guilty of assault and battery. I have to warn you that--

J. Applebee: Shut up before I punch your lights out again.

Derek Cole is temporarily silenced by that, and James Applebee looks back and forth between Rob Solomon and Lance Errington.

J. Applebee: I suppose you're wondering why I brought you here. As I understand it, Lance, you defeated Ken Collins in a tag team match four weeks ago, and on that basis extended a challenge for his VCW Intercontinental Title, which he has accepted for Horror Show this Sunday. Is that accurate?

L. Errington: Yes, sir. And it's about time that I get what I deserve around here.

R. Solomon: Wait, I think I see where this is--

J. Applebee: Rob Solomon... last week, if I'm not mistaken, you also defeated Ken Collins via pinfall. Wouldn't that, then, give you an equally valid claim to a shot at the VCW Intercontinental Title?

A knowing smile spreads across Rob Solomon's face as he nods.

R. Solomon: Yeah... yeah, it would, wouldn't it?

J. Applebee: Certainly. So--

L. Errington: Hold on a damn minute. Solomon, you NEVER would have beaten him without my interference last week, and you know it. You should be grateful that I helped you when I did. You'd better not try to weasel in on my title shot.

J. Applebee: I'm just interested in being sure that the most deserving athletes get the titles in this company. And, near as I can tell, you're both equally deserving of a title shot. Just so we can clear the waters a little bit, it might be best to find out which of you is more deserving. So I'm making a match... Lance Errington versus Rob Solomon, one-on-one, tonight. The winner of the match gets the title shot.

R. Solomon: Mr. Applebee, you've made a wise decision--

L. Errington: I don't BELIEVE this. You're saying I have to beat him for my title shot now!? He didn't earn his victory over Ken Collins; I handed it to him on a silver platter. He does NOT deserve this opportunity.

J. Applebee: Well, Lance... maybe in the future you'll give a little more thought to the consequences before you stick your nose where it doesn't belong. But right now... the match is made, so I suggest you get ready for it.

Lance Errington glares at James Applebee intensely for a second, then begins to speak with tightly controlled anger.

L. Errington: I will. But just remember what happened last time you tried to screw me around. Remember when Gabriel Black and I destroyed the Grave Digger? You're dancing with the devil, Applebee. And after a few more bodies hit the floor... maybe YOU'LL give a little more thought to the consequences before sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

Lance Errington turns and stalks out of the room, followed by Derek Cole, and Rob Solomon watches him go with an arrogant smirk, then calls out after him as he leaves.

R. Solomon: Hey, Lance! I got a bet going with Jake... can you tell me if the rumors are true that Erica got her clit pierced and put a ring through it?

No response comes from Lance Errington, but Rob Solomon's grin doesn't fade until James Applebee begins speaking again.

J. Applebee: Rob... I know you're feeling pretty high on yourself right now, but I'm not keeping you here for the pleasure of your company. Maybe you'd better leave and get ready for your match.

R. Solomon: Whatever you say, boss. But I'd watch it... and if I were you, I'd show a little more respect for your next VCW Intercontinental Champion.

Rob Solomon walks out of the office, and the camera fades out on the scene as James Applebee watches him leave.

We're back, and ready to get started with our first match! "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd boos as "Doctor" Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia come out of the backstage entrance together. Nurse Vivacia is actually dressed to wrestle tonight, in her white leotard and boots, and they come to the ring together. Dave Adams grabs a microphone...

D. Adams: Y'know... it's been a long time since "Doctor" Dave Adams has graced the land of the rising sun. But instead of talking about the exotic beauties of Japan, I'm here to confront that skull-headed simpleton, Tom Guycot. I've been roped into his crazy schemes for the last time, and right here in Japan, the lovely Vivacia and I are gonna team up to kick his sorry ass.

Dave Adams smiles to himself, and the crowd boos... but then "Nowhere Man" by the Beatles begins playing over the arena sound system! The crowd actually cheers somewhat as "The Chief Of Governors" Tom Guycot steps out of the backstage entrance, carrying a microphone! Evidently, in this issue between he and "Doctor" Dave Adams, the crowd has gotten behind him. He raises the microphone to address Dave Adams.

T. Guycot: Alas, it is I who am to blame for the failure of our plans. But despite my mischevious nature and inner fury, I doubt I'd fare well tonight against both you and Nurse Vivacia tonight. So I have acquired a highly worthwhile tag team partner... from the women's division of Super Japan Pro Wrestling... SAYAKO DAISHI!!

The crowd cheers loudly, and "Dancing Days" by the Stone Temple Pilots begins playing as Sayako Daishi steps out of the backstage entrance! She's a tall, plump Japanese woman dressed in a blue flannel shirt and red overalls, and she has an crafty smile on her face. Despite being five feet seven inches tall, and weighing two hundred pounds, she's not quite cut from the mold of an Aja Kong or Combat Toyota... she's more like a Japanese female version of the Super Mario Brothers. Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia are staring in shock, and it looks like Tom Guycot has found quite the tag team partner for himself here! They come to the ring, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring, calling for the bell to begin the match!

"Doctor" Dave Adams & Nurse Vivacia

vs.

"The Chief Of Governors" Tom Guycot & Sayako Daishi

This match features a lot of Tom Guycot's typically goofy offense, and Sayako Daishi gets in some bizarre offense of her own, such as no-selling a vertical suplex from Dave Adams, then trapping his arms at his sides and hitting him with a series of headbutts, causing him to fall over, then keeling over herself and landing an accidental headbutt to his crotch. But Dave Adams gets his revenge seconds later by catching her on a charge and giving her a spinebuster. He and Nurse Vivacia both begin working her over, taking turns beating on her, as Tom Guycot watches helplessly.

The tide turns again when Sayako Daishi reverses a Frankensteiner attempt by Nurse Vivacia into a power bomb, then makes the tag to Tom Guycot, as Nurse Vivacia tags in Dave Adams. They meet in the ring, and Tom Guycot seems to get the better of Dave Adams, as Sayako Daishi continues brawling with Nurse Vivacia on the outside of the ring. But Bobcat McGavin becomes distracted by the women fighting on the outside, allowing Dave Adams to sneak in a low blow on Tom Guycot! The crowd boos him loudly, and he drops Tom Guycot with a DDT, then goes for the cover. Bobcat McGavin counts, but Tom Guycot kicks out at two and three-quarters!

On the outside, Sayako Daishi lays Nurse Vivacia out with a big clothesline, then pulls a table out from under the ring and sets her up on it. Dave Adams pulls Tom Guycot up for the Doctor's Orders, but stops when Sayako Daishi comes into the ring and rushes at her... only to run right into a surprisingly agile dropkick to the chest! Dave Adams goes down, and Sayako Daishi turns back to Nurse Vivacia on the table and grabs the top rope... and slingshots herself out onto her with a pescado senton! She lands back-first on Nurse Vivacia, driving her through the table, and Dave Adams gets up, then goes over and starts yelling at her! But Tom Guycot is up behind him, and he whirls Dave Adams around, kicks him in the midsection, and whips him into a corner of the ring! And he follows him in, leaps to the second turnbuckle, and brings him out with the SKULLICIDE!! He just planted Dave Adams, and he goes for the pin... and gets three! Tom Guycot wins!

Tom Guycot and Sayako Daishi defeated Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia when Guycot pinned Doctor Dave with the Skullicide in 0:05:38.
Rating: * 1/4

The crowd cheers, and Tom Guycot gets up, raising his hands in victory to celebrate his win, then slides out of the ring. He and Sayako Daishi begin heading backstage, and "Doctor" Dave Adams is struggling to his feet in the ring. He throws a glance to the outside of the ring, where Nurse Vivacia is still laid out in the wreckage of a table, and his face twists in rage as he calls for a microphone.

D. Adams: That's it, Guycot! I've had it! This isn't a game anymore! Whether it's in the ring, on pay-per-view, or in the parking lot some night, I'm gonna make you pay for all this silly crap you've pulled!!

Dave Adams throws down the microphone and rolls out of the ring to help Nurse Vivacia to her feet. It looks like things have come full circle... rather than trying to fake a feud with Tom Guycot to get a pay-per-view match, he's actually seriously angry at him now!

As "Doctor" Dave Adams gets up to go backstage with Nurse Vivacia, we're going to go to two special pre-taped segments that won't be seen by the live crowd in Japan! First, we're going to see footage from a backstage encounter at a recent house show, where Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera met up with Stormy Weathers. Then, in a more serious vein, we'll hear a taped statement from Rebecca Black, that due to its controversial nature was barred from live TV. First, let's see the backstage footage from a few days ago:

Backstage at a Recent House Show:

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera are walking backstage. Marylin Silvera is wearing a Powerpuff Girls T-shirt cut off at the midriff and a pair of short, tight cut-off denim shorts, and his hair is in pigtails. Brian Rivera is dressed in an equally outlandish manner, wearing a blue velvet tuxedo jacket over a green army camoflage T-shirt and bib overalls, with an XFL baseball cap sideways on his head. They appear to be having some sort of conversation.

M. Silvera: ... so ultimately, your choice revolves around your desires. You must ask yourself deep questions. You must listen to the tingling on the tip of your tongue, and the feeling in the pit of your stomach, when you think about it. Imagine what it will feel like, inside your mouth... imagine the warm, salty taste... imagine it sliding down your throat... and what you will feel inside when it's over and you're lying in bed that night.

B. Rivera: Man, that's deep, bubba. I sure didn't know about any of that or nothing. But I'm still having a hard time deciding. So what do YOU wanna get for dinner, ol' buddy? Sushi? Pizza? Burgers?

M. Silvera: I'll probably have a small salad and a protein shake. All of that fattening food goes STRAIGHT to my hips. I need to maintain my girlish figure.

B. Rivera: Aw, come on, man! I tell you what, Peter Pan, let's get us some fried chicken. We'll each get us an eight-piece box and chow down. What you need is some good ol' redneck chow, my friend!

Marylin Silvera hesitates, licking his lips.

M. Silvera: I must admit, I am sorely tempted by the thought of sinking my teeth into some succulent, greasy breasts and thighs...

B. Rivera: Damn right, bubba! And we'll get all the sides too. Cole slaw and collard greens, mashed potatoes and pinto beans, onion rings and rhubarb pie, boiled pigs' feet fresh from the sty! Aw hell yeah, fool!! Now, where's the nearest KFC in Tokyo?

As Brian Rivera stops to think about that, Stormy Weathers walks past them in the hallway. Brian Rivera immediately turns his attention to him.

B. Rivera: Hey, Stormy! Word up, nephew!

Stormy Weathers stops and looks at Brian Rivera suspiciously.

B. Rivera: Hey, you dump those other two losers yet? We're still lookin' for a manager... and we're looking for dinner too. If anyone knows where a guy can find a KFC in Tokyo, it's you, bubba. So why don't you run and pick us up some chow, and we'll forget about this whole mess with them other two chumps.

S. Weathers: Look, boy. I still think you got the wrong idea about Haigeikobai and Yoko Fargo Moto. They're deadly, I tell ya! And instead, you're running around with this lipstick-wearing pervert who likes to dress like a damn sissy. How many martial arts does he know, huh!?

M. Silvera: You think I don't know martial arts? Perhaps you'd like a demonstration of my two-fisted monkey grip.

S. Weathers: Naw, I tell you what. You boys think I should be your manager, let's see you beat Haigeikobai and Yoko Fargo Moto down at the pay-per-view. I'll show you boys, these guys are the real deal! You think you can beat them... come right on down and try.

Brian Rivera exchanges a glance with Marylin Silvera.

B. Rivera: Hell, I could whoop that Haigeikobai chump blindfolded and tied up. And that big ol' butterball you got to be his partner... all I gotta do is knock him down once, 'cause he's too fat to get up off the ground. You got a match, my friend.

S. Weathers: Your funeral, fellas. Ol' Stormy tried to warn y'all.

Stormy Weathers walks down the hallway, smirking, and Marylin Silvera looks thoughtful as Brian Rivera grins eagerly. With that, the camera fades out on this scene.

Now, we have some footage from Rebecca Black. We don't know the exact nature of the segment we're about to see, but we've been told that some of the things she has to say are so controversial that VCW higher management has barred her from appearing live in Japan to say them. VCW management was actually initially in favor of barring these comments entirely, but in the interests of avoiding censorship the segment will be allowed to air, via television. While a dark match continues in front of the arena audience, let's take a look:

From the Ivory Tower in San Francisco, California:

Rebecca Black is standing in a bare, blank room, dressed in a white tank top and leather pants. She's leaning against the off-white wall with her arms crossed over her chest, giving the camera an angry, frustrated stare.

R. Black: Maybe they told you, I'm not live in Japan. They said I couldn't say this in front of a live crowd. They didn't want everybody to feel the intensity of my hatred in person. They wanted to put a blue screen behind me and have me do one of those old-time fucking studio promos. Whatever. Screw it, let's get this over with.

Rebecca Black uncrosses her arms and steps away from the wall, taking a few steps towards the camera.

R. Black: I know what everybody's thinking, about me and Stacey. You all think I'm sick and perverted, that I'm psycho and I just want to break her neck because I didn't get to play with as many Barbie dolls as she did when I was a girl. I've heard it before. "Yeah, Rebecca, maybe your dad didn't shower you with money when you were little, but look at you now. You're making two million dollars a year, more than any other wrestler on the roster, because of who your family is." I've even had people tell me that I should be grateful for who my dad was, because I wouldn't have a job in VCW if it wasn't for his name. So where do I get off being pissed at Stacey?

Simple. I don't respect her. She's not tough enough to be in this business. Let me explain something to you, and I'll make it really simple so people can understand what I'm getting at. If you're like a lot of VCW fans, you're a big, sweaty, blue-collar grunt with a beer gut who thinks he's a tough guy. You take Stacey Lockman when she first got into this business, and put her up against Joe Average from the local construction company... she wouldn't stand a chance. But ninety-nine percent of you musclebound rednecks out there wouldn't stand a CHANCE against ME. Why? Because I know how to fight. I know how to fight for my LIFE.

I'm sure you hear the horror stories about guys like Tony Garcia and Harley Race kicking the crap out of marks who jumped them in a bar or outside the arena to try to make a name for themselves. But listen to this. When I was about thirteen or fourteen, back when Dad was still doing a few shows, I was outside the arena in his car, when this big fucking redneck came up to me. The motherfucker was about six foot four and two fifty, and he thought he was a tough guy. He was one of them wrasslin' fans who paid money to see the good guys try to beat my dad, and always went home disappointed when they got their ass beat.

Anyway, this guy must've been stupider than most of you idiot fucks, because he thought he was actually gonna have his way with the Superstar's daughter. This drunken waste of human life pulls me out of the car, throws me on the ground, stuffs a rag in my mouth, and starts tearing off my clothes. So you know what I did? I ripped his fucking eye out. I ripped his eye out, and I took him down and dropped a knee on his ankle three or four times until it broke. Dad came along, and this guy was down, crying like a baby, and I had my clothes all torn up. Dad just laughed and kissed me on the forehead, and we drove off. You think Stacey Lockman could take a grown man, even right NOW? Do you think she's CAPABLE of that kind of violence? Fuck no. They'd find her huddled by the car, naked and bawling her eyes out, and it'd be a fucking tragedy, and she'd be such a victim. But I'm not Stacey Lockman. I'm not a victim. I'm a survivor.

Rebecca Black pauses and swallows, trying to reign in anger building inside her.

R. Black: But I'll tell you something else. I had a lot of experience fighting off drunken perverts by then. Except usually the drunk was a hell of a lot tougher than that, and it was down in the basement, and he was my dad. Most of the time, I'd just get my ass beat. Sometimes, I'd need to take the crutches out of the closet and use 'em to walk for a few weeks, or go to the doctor for a cast, telling them I "fell down the stairs" again. They must've thought we were the clumsiest kids in the world. But a few times, Dad got overloaded on booze and cocaine... and he touched me. He stuck his hand down my fucking pants and VIOLATED me. And you know what? After he royally beat my ass, I didn't mind that much. It felt a hell of a lot better than getting your arm torn out of the socket or getting choked out in a facelock, I'll tell you that.

Can you identify with that, Stacey? Do you know what it's like to be in so much pain, to be so overcome by pure terror that you'd actually WELCOME being fucking sexually molested for a change? I think you're learning what that's like, Stacey. I'm teaching you. All this time that I've been making your life hell... you've been getting stronger. You've come back from a broken neck, you've been beaten, humiliated and abused, and you're still here. For a ditzy little Valley Girl, that's pretty good. You're not afraid to get punched in that pretty little face anymore. And you actually came AFTER me, to try to start shit with me... that's really fucking stupid. But it also takes something that you didn't have when you came in from Beverly Hills to do interviews here.

See, in a way, I'm the one who had it good. Your dad bought you all of this fancy shit and made you his little princess. My dad made me into a deadly machine, who KNOWS what true pain and suffering feels like, and doesn't fear any of these half-assed losers in VCW. You know why my brother Troy can keep getting up again and again, in a brutal match when he should've been dead ten minutes ago? Because he's learned to force himself to keep moving and keep getting up long past the point at which his body knows it should stop working. And he didn't get that from riding around in a red Corvette or wearing expensive jewelry bought on Daddy's credit card. Neither did I.

Here's the deal, Stacey. You've started to earn my respect--just a little sliver of it. But as far as I'm concerned, VCW is my world. And as sure as I don't belong in your world with its evenings in the country club and five thousand dollar outfits, you don't belong in mine. As sure as you left me out in the cold when we were growing up, I'm gonna run you out of this business for good. And since you've left a challenge outstanding for me, I'll take it up, for this Sunday at Horror Show. But I don't want a regular match.... I want a STREET FIGHT. You're not escaping this one with a DQ or count-out. This Sunday, one of two things will happen. You'll learn what it means to be tough, to fight for your life, and finally earn my respect... or I'll finish what Lorenzo Vasquez started, and leave you crippled and destroyed, unable to set foot in the ring ever again.

A creepy, horrid smile spreads across Rebecca Black's face as she leans back against the wall again.

R. Black: I used to think you were the lucky one, Stacey. But now you'll realize what I've realized: that I was the lucky one. Because I'm ready for this... and you're NOT. When you're in that ring, you'll be WISHING that you had a sadistic psycho torture you every night in his basement. You'll be wishing you'd learned to fight and claw for your survival. Because when we have our Street Fight, that's what it comes down to. I'm going to make you feel more pain than you've ever experienced in your life. I'm going to rob you of every shred of dignity that you have, and hurt you so bad that you don't even care, that you LIKE being used and humiliated as long as I don't hurt you any more. And then, after all that, I'm going to break your fucking neck. And when you're in the hospital, when you're fucking ruined for the rest of your life, with the doctors telling you that you'll never walk, much less wrestle again... you'll actually SMILE. You'll smile because that means you NEVER have to get in the ring with Rebecca Black again.

Rebecca Black leans back against the wall and looks into the camera for a second, still smiling.

R. Black: So for the next six days, have fun with your fancy cars and daddy's money, princess.

Dark Match:
Ken Collins made Tommy Hustle submit to the California Crossface in 0:03:38.
Rating: **
(Ken Collins retained the VCW Intercontinental Title.)

Back in the arena, Ken Collins has just defeated Tommy Hustle in a match that took place during those segments. But as for what you've just heard... good God. The depths of Rebecca Black's resentment and hatred of Stacey Lockman are matched only by the horrific nature of what she just told us. Rebecca Black can't always be believed or trusted, but if even half of what she said is true, she has just given us deep, deep insight as to why she's as twisted and hateful as she is. Stacey Lockman had better think long and hard about whether she's going to show up at Horror Show or not. If she fights Rebecca Black and can't win, she may be faced with a fate worse than what she endured at No Quarter.

We're going to move on to some women's wrestling that should be a great deal less sadistic and ugly than the encounter between Rebecca Black and Stacey Lockman will. "Blind" by Korn is playing over the arena sound system, bringing forth SJW rookie Kyoko Fujita. She's an average-sized Japanese woman with short black hair, wearing a dirty, tattered Guns and Roses T-shirt and ripped-up blue jeans. She may dress like SJW's answer to the Brooklyn Brawler, but she's young, lean, and angry, and she ignores the booing crowd for the most part as she comes to the ring, only occasionally looking up to glare at them.

And here comes her opponent! "The Dance" by The Music begins playing, and the crowd cheers as Pauline Vietjohn comes out of the backstage entrance! She runs to the ring and slides inside, then turns to face the crowd, dancing to her music... but that proves to be a mistake, as Kyoko Fujita jumps her from behind! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins this match!

Pauline Vietjohn

vs.

Kyoko Fujita

Kyoko Fujita clobbers Pauline Vietjohn a little bit, then dumps her to the outside of the ring and begins roughing her up out there. They brawl on the outside of the ring, and Pauline Vietjohn's forearm smashes look terribly weak as usual, but she does manage to leap onto the guardrail and come off with a nice spinning leg lariat that cuts Kyoko Fujita down. After a bit, Kyoko Fujita takes the advantage again, punching and biting, and hauls Pauline Vietjohn back into the ring, then hits a double underhook suplex and applies a Boston crab. Pauline Vietjohn fights her way to the ropes, and endures some more basic, simple offense from Kyoko Fujita before countering an attempted DDT with a double leg takedown followed by a double legdrop to the groin. Pauline Vietjohn then goes on a hot streak of offense before eventually finishing Kyoko Fujita with the Leap of Faith.

Pauline Vietjohn pinned Kyoko Fujita with the Leap of Faith in 0:05:17.
Rating: 3/4*

Pauline Vietjohn poses atop one of the top turnbuckles after her victory, enjoying the cheers of the crowd. But hold on... someone just stepped out of the backstage entrance! Oh, no, it's the Masked Avenger, and she has a microphone! Pauline Vietjohn turns to look at her, and her eyes roll back in dread and annoyance.

M. Avenger: That was... almost impressive, Pauline. Obviously, you got very, very lucky in that match... but I have to admit, you were competent enough to capitalize on your luck and earn a victory that, without a doubt, has to be considered a huge upset.

Oh, come on. Pauline Vietjohn just beat Kyoko Fujita convincingly, and everyone saw it. She picked up a victory tonight, and that's something that Heather Dannon has never done in VCW.

M. Avenger: In fact, you're looking good, and I'm feeling generous, so I've decided you're worthy of a match with me. I'll avenge the wrongs you've committed PERSONALLY in the ring.

Pauline Vietjohn is clearly ready to fight; she goes into a fighting stance and yells "COME ON! LET'S GO!!" as she motions for the Masked Avenger to run to the ring. But the Masked Avenger only seems to smile through the mouth opening of her mask, and shakes her head.

M. Avenger: No, not tonight. You're fresh off a grueling match with Koko Fajita, and I know you could never put up enough of a fight to challenge me now. Instead, since the Masked Avenger is a fair, intrepid heroine who would never stoop to take advantage of another competitor's weakness, we'll do it at Horror Show... one-on-one, on pay-per-view. How's that sound?

Pauline Vietjohn calls for a microphone and gets one. Still glaring down the aisle at the Masked Avenger, she raises it to speak.

P. Vietjohn: I'll take the match, Heather. But after I beat your ass, I'm taking your stupid mask off and putting an end to this game.

M. Avenger: No, Pauline... the Masked Avenger is gonna beat YOUR ass, and make you pay for what you did to poor "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon. All she ever wanted was to be a wrestler and have a few friends, and you... you... got hired by VCW instead of her!! Some friend you were! At Horror Show, you'll pay for that, you sinister fiend!

Pauline Vietjohn begins to reply, but Kyoko Fujita is up, and she clobbers her from behind! Seeing her opportunity, the Masked Avenger runs down to the ring, and joins Kyoko Fujita in a two-on-one assault on Pauline Vietjohn! Come on, what ever happened to not taking advantage of another competitor's weakness!? The Masked Avenger slaps Pauline Vietjohn around a little bit, then rubs her face into the mat, laughing gleefully as she does.

Kyoko Fujita grabs Pauline Vietjohn and pulls her into a standing headscissors, then points for the Masked Avenger to grab her legs; she wants to give Pauline a spike piledriver! But the Masked Avenger puts her hands up, protesting, and the camera catches her saying, "No, wait, I don't want to really hurt her or anything!" Kyoko Fujita stares at her like she's crazy, then reaches down to execute the piledriver anyway, so the Masked Avenger rushes forward and nails her with a clothesline!

Kyoko Fujita gets up, angry, and rushes at the Masked Avenger, backing her into a corner with a series of punches. But now Pauline Vietjohn's up, and she pulls Kyoko Fujita off of the Masked Avenger, then whips her into the opposite corner! The Masked Avenger charges in after her and catches her in the chest with a dropkick, then goes down to her hands and knees. Pauline Vietjohn takes a running start, leaps up on the Masked Avenger's back, and springs off to catch Kyoko Fujita with a spinning leg lariat! Pauline Vietjohn raises her hands in celebration, but then does a double take and looks back at the Masked Avenger, as if realizing what just happened. They just showed some great teamwork, for two enemies! But now the Masked Avenger just kicks her in the midsection, then sends her sprawling with a VICIOUS open-hand slap to the face!

The Masked Avenger rolls out of the ring and begins retreating backstage, laughing and pointing at Pauline Vietjohn. Pauline's getting up in the ring, with a large red mark on the side of her cheek where she was just slapped, and stares after the Masked Avenger in confusion. After a moment, she begins leaving the ring as well, and then Kyoko Fujita gets up moments later and stalks backstage, sulking angrily. We don't know what to make of this situation, but if the VCW bookers will actually okay it, it looks like the Masked Avenger will take on Pauline Vietjohn in a match at Horror Show!!

We're headed for our next match now. "Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and the crowd boos as "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, the New Immortals, come out of the backstage entrance along with Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael, but Mongo is wearing grey tights and a grey mask that resembles the head of a hippo. What the hell? They walk to the ring, grabbing microphones along the way, and step inside.

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

B. Danson: And I'm his tag team partner, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. Together, we're the New Immortals... two great wrestlers, and one excellent tag team. With us tonight are the lovely Nicole and an esteemed Japanese junior-heavyweight legend, Hippo Mask VII.

The crowd boos. Mongo's not a junior-heavyweight by anyone's imagination, and that stupid costume wouldn't fool anybody.

B. Danson: I'm sure that you all remember his finest hour, when he wiped out Jushin "Thunder" Lyger and El Samurai with a triple jump moonsault, then hit Akira Taue with the Emerald Fusion to win the G-1 Champions Super Climax J-Cup Carnival. Why don't you tell us about it, Hippo Mask?

Uh-oh... Mongo has a live mic again.

H. Mask: Aw, yeah, baby! It was the fourth down in the fourth quarter, with thirty seconds to go and no time-outs, and we were leading by four points, but the Broncos had the ball. John Elway was looking to throw the ball, and Double A tagged me in, so I came in there, clotheslined him down, then picked up Jeff Jarrett, spiked him right on the ground, and covered him for the one, two, three and the WCW US Title, my friend!

Oh, great. It looks like he's taken one too many blows to the head over the course of his career.

B. Danson: That's exactly right. Hippo Mask dominated that match and showed the world what he was made of. In so doing, he cemented his place as one of the greatest legends in Japan, right alongside Antonio Inoki, Giant Baba, and Scott "Flash" Norton.

M. Lazzario: Don't forget the great female legends of Japan, like Aja Kong and Bison Kimura. I've quite often fantasized about a steamy menage-a-trois with Jungle Jack.

B. Danson: Who among us hasn't, old friend? Who hasn't?

Hold it, "What'chu Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker just started playing, and the crowd boos again as Marylin Silvera and Brian Rivera come out of the backstage entrance! They're scheduled to face the New Immortals tonight in this match, and it looks like they're also planning on throwing their own two cents in, because they both have microphones. Brian Rivera is dressed in a martial arts gi, with his hair pulled back in a samurai-style topknot, and... oh, NO, Marylin Silvera is wearing a Japanese schoolgirl's sailor suit! This is ridiculous! Brian Rivera raises the microphone.

B. Rivera: Hey, man, these people don't want no hip-PO! They want hip-HOP! And that's where I come in. Y'all is looking at the original hip-hop hillbilly, Brian Rivera, and my new bad-ass partner, Marylin Silvera. You got the RI-vera, straight balling like Yogi Berra, and the SIL-vera, wearing lipstick and mascera, two bad boys who can make some noise, ready to take Japan by storm! Word up, Osaka!? Where my dogs at!?

Brian Rivera begins barking like a dog, but nobody joins in, and Marylin Silvera just giggles girlishly. As the crowd stares at them in confusion, Moy Lazzario gives them an angry glare.

M. Lazzario: You have to be kidding. You mean we're actually supposed to wrestle Samurai Jack and Sailor Moon here?

B. Danson: I'm afraid so. Bugs Bunny and Donald Duck had the night off.

M. Lazzario: That's just as well. Would you want to fight Donald Duck? I mean, really. He seems like he could kick some ass. Think about it.

B. Danson: Yeah, good point.

Marylin Silvera raises his microphone next. This just keeps getting worse...

M. Silvera: So, you big, handsome boys want to see Sailor Moon? You're in luck. I've got my sailor suit here. Now, as for the moon...

Marylin Silvera turns around, bends over, and raises the skirt on his sailor suit, and the camera quickly cuts away to Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario's reactions in the ring as they stare in horror. The crowd boos loudly and yells at Marylin Silvera. When the camera cuts back, Marylin Silvera is standing in a normal position, with his skirt down and a naughty, feminine smile on his painted lips.

M. Silvera: Next time, I'll show you my Moon Prism Wand.

B. Rivera: Aw HAAAYYYYLLLL YEAH, FOOL! Pimps up, hoes down, the B-R and M-S kicking it here in the EAST SIIIIIIIDE in the 0-1! We finna be fucking bitches up in a high-class geisha house, drinking saki, jacking off to cartoons where girls get fucked by tentacle monsters and shit, raising more hell in Japan than Godzilla!! We all that and a bowl of sashimi, dog!!

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera throw aside their microphones and rush towards the ring, then slide inside! Nicole and Hippo Mask VII clear out of the ring, and the New Immortals stand to do battle with their foes as Linda Peterson calls for the bell to begin this match!

Brian Rivera & Marylin Silvera

vs.

New Immortals
w/Nicole & Hippo Mask VII

After a brief four-man brawl, Moy Lazzario and Brian Rivera start the match off for their respective teams. They feel each other out with a minute or so, testing their technical wrestling prowess against one another, and Moy Lazzario seems somewhat superior. Seeing he's overmatched, Brian Rivera backs off, then presses his hands together and bows to Moy Lazzario, but when Moy Lazzario returns the bow, Brian Rivera kicks him in the stomach! He follows that up with a series of punches, then does a jiggy little dance and drops Moy Lazzario with a big right hand!

Brian Rivera tags in Marylin Silvera, and they pull Moy Lazzario up and lift him high in the air, then drop him... but Brian Rivera catches him with an Ace Crusher on the way down, and Marylin Silvera brings him down across a knee for a gutbuster! Moy Lazzario flops onto his back, convulsing, but Bobby Danson charges into the ring and drops both Marylin Silvera and Brian Rivera with a double clothesline! But then he stands there grinning and flexing his muscles while they get up again, and they come from behind and grab him! Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera go for a double belly-to-back suplex, but Bobby Danson flips out behind them and lands on his feet! When they turn around, he mows them over with another double clothesline, then flexes his muscles and grins again!

Linda Peterson orders Bobby Danson out of the ring, but Moy Lazzario crawls to his corner and tags him in. Marylin Silvera's just starting to get up, but Bobby Danson cuts him off with a kick to the midsection, then hooks him for a vertical suplex. But as he lifts for the suplex, Marylin Silvera's skirt starts to fall around his waist, and Bobby Danson frantically shifts his grip to hold the skirt over Marylin Silvera's crotch with his stabilizing hand, preventing full frontal nudity but still giving the crowd a rather unwelcome view of Marylin Silvera's rear. He brings Marylin Silvera crashing down on the canvas, then drops an elbow and covers, but only gets a two count.

Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario rough up Marylin Silvera for a few minutes with some nice double-team offense and a few more close calls for his modesty, but finally he catches them with a double low blow and makes the hot tag to Brian Rivera, who starts cleaning house on both of the New Immortals. He dumps Moy Lazzario to the outside, then hits a bulldog on the legal man, Bobby Danson, and starts running around the ring, barking like a dog. But as he does, Hippo Mask VII slides into the ring and charges him! Brian Rivera dodges out of the way, and Hippo Mask VII collides with the turnbuckles in a corner. As he staggers out, Brian Rivera reaches into his pants and pulls out... a raw strip of bacon!? What the hell!? He had RAW BACON in his PANTS!? He winds it around his fist, draws back, and NAILS Hippo Mask VII with it! Hippo Mask goes down hard and rolls out of the ring, and Brian Rivera raises his bacon-covered fist high in the air!

Brian Rivera draws back now, waiting for Bobby Danson to get up so he can nail him with a bacon-assisted punch. He's stomping his feet madly, winding up his fist dramatically, and getting all fired up to throw this punch... but Moy Lazzario climbs up on the top turnbuckle behind him, and comes off to catch him with a flying dropkick to the back! Brian Rivera staggers forward, but he stumbles into his own corner and tags Marylin Silvera! Bobby Danson's up, and he rushes Marylin Silvera with a clothesline, but Marylin Silvera ducks, then catches him with a kick to the midsection and snap mares him to the canvas! Bobby Danson is stunned, and Marylin Silvera quickly goes to the mat and puts him in a headscissors sleeper! Bobby Danson's head disappears up under the sailor suit's skirt, and he frantically begins tapping out immediately! The crowd laughs, and Linda Peterson calls for the bell to end this match!

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera defeated The New Immortals when Silvera made Danson submit to a headscissors sleeperhold in 0:07:28.
Rating: * 1/2

Marylin Silvera releases the hold, and Bobby Danson quickly slips away, gagging and retching, and Moy Lazzario joins him on the outside, along with Nicole and Hippo Mask VII. The New Immortals are retreating backstage, and Marylin Silvera blows them kisses and waves goodbye to them as they leave, while Brian Rivera stuffs the bacon back into his pants and jogs around the ring, barking like a dog. What a pair of weirdos.

But now these two are leaving the ring as well, and we're ready for our next segment. "Life In The Fast Lane" by the Eagles begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Michelle Hubbard steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing blue jeans and a Heavy Metal Express T-shirt. In the 1990's, she competed prominently in the women's division of Super Japan Pro Wrestling, SJW, as Michelle Wyatt, and she still has a good-sized popular following here despite being all but retired. She enters the ring and steps up to one of the top turnbuckles, raising a fist high in the air, and gets a loud burst cheers before stepping down. Now she's taking a microphone from an aide at ringside...

M. Hubbard: I've been gone a long time, but it's GOOD to be back in Japan!

The crowd gives her some cheers and applause for that.

M. Hubbard: You all know I don't get around here much anymore. You also know I don't wrestle too much anymore. The fact is, I'm getting old, and my knees are shot, and I ain't got that many matches left in me. It's time for me to start thinking about being done with this wrestling stuff.

The crowd is hushed, not knowing how to respond to this.

M. Hubbard: One thing's for sure, though. My career took off here in Japan, I fought and learned and became who I am in Japan, and when the time comes when I'm ready to quit, I WILL be back in Japan to strike fear in the hearts of all the young girls around here one more time!

The crowd cheers... but hold on, "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath just started playing! Oh, no... it's David Wright Hubbard! He stalks to the ring, looking angry, and grabs a microphone on the way in! He looks at Michelle Hubbard for a few seconds, breathing heavily, and the crowd murmurs uneasily, not sure what he's up to.

D.W. Hubbard: Boy, you sure think you're hot shit here in Japan, dont'cha, honey? Well, I can understand that. Basically, when I'm in a country where they ain't smart enough cook their fish before they eat it, and grown men spend all their time watching cartoons and playing video games, everyone around me looks even more pathetic than usual.

The crowd boos.

D.W. Hubbard: But you really must think you're something, huh? You beat my ass last week, and now you're out here with all these fans kissing your butt, and ain't that the damndest thing? But you know I used to wrestle here too. Hell, that's how we met, remember? I don't know what's in the beer they got over here, but after I'd had about a six-pack of 'em, you were looking pretty hot. Then I woke up the next morning, rolled over, and looked into your little face... and hot DAMN, talk about your rude awakenings!

M. Hubbard: You're really starting to piss me--

D.W. Hubbard: Shut up, dear, I ain't done talking yet. Now, I see you out here sucking up to the crowd. You got your girly little hair all brushed up pretty, and you're wearing your little Heavy Metal Express shirt... what the hell you trying to do, woman? You want Lars to give you the thirty-second special again? Now, even though you're kinda dumb, and kinda old, and not that pretty, you managed to get yourself a real man. Somehow, you roped me into marrying your ass. So you want to go running around on me with some little boy? What are ya, stupid or something!?

M. Hubbard: You don't need to worry about what I do with Lars. You'd better worry about your own ass.

David Wright Hubbard takes a step back, raising his eyebrows in mock fright, then turns to the crowd.

D.W. Hubbard: Look at that. LOOK at THAT! You got this dumb broad here, and even though she gains all this weight from sitting around on my couch eating chocolate all day long, she still can't be much more than a hundred and sixty pounds. And she's threatening ME. Look at me. Go on, I said look at me, damn it! Six foot six. Two seventy. At Wrestlewar, I already showed y'all that I'm the ONLY motherfucker in this company who can whip Crimson's ass. And my wife thinks she can threaten me. What're you gonna do? Make me sleep on the couch? File for divorce?

Michelle Hubbard steps forward, getting in her husband's face and looking up into his eyes without flinching.

M. Hubbard: No, honey... I ain't gonna file for divorce. I'm gonna file for WIDOWHOOD.

Whoa, Michelle Hubbard just nailed her husband with a big right hand to the face, and he's rocked back! She backs him into the ropes with a few more punches, then whips him into the other side... no, he reverses! Michelle Hubbard comes off the ropes on the other side, and David Wright Hubbard just FLATTENS her with a killer lariat! The crowd boos, and David Wright Hubbard takes a few steps forward with a cocky swagger, smirking and saying something that the cameras don't pick up... but behind him, Michelle Hubbard bolts up to her feet and lets out a deafening scream!

The crowd explodes into cheers, and David Wright Hubbard whirls around and stares in shock! Michelle Hubbard asks for another lariat, and David Wright Hubbard smiles, winds up his arm, and charges her... but this time she ducks past him! He turns around, and gets a kick to the midsection, and then she hooks him and brings him down with a DDT!! David Wright Hubbard's down, and the crowd cheers as Michelle Hubbard points up to the ceiling, then begins to climb the turnbuckles, facing the crowd! But David Wright Hubbard gets up, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched in anger, and clobbers her in the back just as she gets to the top turnbuckle!

The crowd boos, and David Wright Hubbard steps out to the apron, then begins climbing to the top turnbuckle with her... but someone's running out of the backstage entrance! It's Lars Coverdale!! He runs down to ringside, just as David Wright Hubbard grabs Michelle Hubbard and lifts her for a top-rope power bomb!! David Wright Hubbard muscles her up into position... but Lars Coverdale jumps up behind him and shoves him! David Wright Hubbard loses his balance, and Michelle Hubbard is able to counter the power bomb into a rather sloppy top-rope Frankensteiner!! David Wright Hubbard is flung to the mat forcefully, and the crowd erupts!

Lars Coverdale slides into the ring and pulls David Wright Hubbard up, but David Wright Hubbard shoves him back! Groggy, he takes a blind swing that misses Lars by about two feet. Lars backs up, then side-steps forward and lashes out with a SUPERKICK!! No, David Wright Hubbard just ducked, and Lars Coverdale hits Michelle Hubbard as she gets up instead!! Horrified, Lars stops to stare down at Michelle... and David Wright Hubbard clobbers him in the back, then spins him around, grabs him by the throat, and lifts... CHOKESLAM!! He just laid Lars Coverdale out!!

The crowd boos as David Wright Hubbard stands over Lars Coverdale and his wife. He grins at them, then bends over and picks up the microphone he dropped earlier. What does he have to say for himself!?

D.W. Hubbard: See, now that's JUST what I'm talking about, baby. You got bent out of shape and tried to take me on, and you got your ass whipped. How do ya like me now!? And I tell you what... I ain't happy with the way that Handicap Match turned out last week. Let's do it again, at the pay-per-view. But since you two can't seem to get your act together here, I figure we can make it a Triple Threat Match. You against me, against his punk ass. Hell, you can gang up on me, you can pin each other to chicken out, it don't make no difference... a woman and a boy at the same time can't beat a man. And I'm ALL MAN.

David Wright Hubbard steps out of the ring and starts to walk backstage, but then changes his mind and turns back to face the ring.

D.W. Hubbard: And there's just one more thing. Since you got such a hardcore reputation over in Japan, for jumping through tables and shit, let's make the match at Horror Show a Hardcore Match. I'm gonna toss that Lars kid through every table in the arena. And after I send him in the hospital, dear... I'm gonna go O.J. Simpson on YOUR fat ass.

David Wright Hubbard throws aside the microphone and begins walking backstage, smiling to himself. That misguided superkick from Lars Coverdale wiped out Michelle Hubbard, and you have to think that if that happens when they have their pay-per-view match, it's David Wright Hubbard's sure key to victory. Michelle Hubbard was a great competitor in SJW in years past, and Lars Coverdale is a promising young athlete, with lots of potential, but this Sunday they're going head to head with two hundred and sixty-five pounds of redneck aggression. Even if they combine forces, can they overcome David Wright Hubbard?

Lars Coverdale and Michelle Hubbard get up and stagger backstage, and now we're going to see a big ten-man tag team match. "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple begins playing first, and the crowd boos as Chris Champlain, Jack Norman and Butch Manson of Hell's Bikers, and the Knights of the Squared Circle, Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle, come out of the backstage entrance. Chris Champlain stalks to the ring in his hooded black robe, then stands on the second turnbuckle and throws his head and arms back in maniacal laughter, and Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle take bows to the crowd inside the ring when they enter. Butch Manson just stands around looking surly, but Jack Norman goes to stand on one of the second turnbuckles and pumps his fist into the air, yelling "ALL FOR ONE, AND ONE FOR ALL!!" and getting a number of strange looks from the crowd and his teammates.

And then "War Machine" by KISS begins playing, and that brings out their opponents! Dean Sanders, Bass Rogers, and "The Star Player" Darren Michaels come out of the backstage entrance, backed up by the Wrecking Crew, John Uldwall and Blade! They storm to the ring, looking determined and ready to fight, and slide inside... and immediately a brawl breaks out as their opponents attack them! With ten men brawling in and around the ring, it's pure chaos, but Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell and begins trying to restore order to this match!

Dean Sanders, Tough Customers, and Wrecking Crew

vs.

Chris Champlain, Knights of the Squared Circle, and Hell's Bikers (Jack Norman & Butch Manson)

After a few minutes, order is restored at ringside, and the match becomes a back-and-forth brawl between the teams involved. Chris Champlain and Dean Sanders face off briefly in a technical wrestling contest, with Dean Sanders coming out slightly ahead, but apart from that the match is filled with brawling and power wrestling from the other wrestlers in the match. Chris Champlain and his teammates manage to isolate Dean Sanders after several minutes, and keep him in their corner while they dish out a merciless beating for a few minutes. But he endures it, then eventually rolls out of the way of a moonsault attempt by Butch Manson and tags in "The Star Player" Darren Michaels, who comes in cleaning house with devestating power and athleticism. Everyone begins fighting again, but amidst the chaos Darren Michaels hits Butch Manson with a series of devestating moves, then puts him away with a big power bomb to take home the win for his team.

Dean Sanders, The Tough Customers, and The Wrecking Crew defeated Chris Champlain, The Knights of the Squared Circle, and Hell's Bikers (Butch Manson and Jack Norman) when Darren pinned Manson after a power bomb in 0:18:51.
Rating: *

The brawl around ringside is showing no signs of stopping, even as in the ring Bobcat McGavin raises Darren Michaels's hand in victory. And Darren Michaels doesn't stop to celebrate for long; he slides out of the ring and joins his teammates in attacking Chris Champlain, the Knights of the Squared Circle, and Jack Norman! Finally, the Knights of the Squared Circle decide they've had enough and begin retreating, and Jack Norman gathers up Butch Manson from in the ring and helps him backstage as well.

Chris Champlain, however, is continuing to hammer on Blade of the Wrecking Crew on the entrance ramp, not caring that the brawl has come to an end... so John Uldwall comes from behind and clobbers him! Blade and John Uldwall both grabs Chris Champlain, lift him, and DRIVE him down on the ramp with a double power bomb!! That laid him out, and now the Wrecking Crew and their teammates head backstage as well, leaving Chris Champlain splattered on the ramp for a few seconds before he, too, manages to get up and stagger backstage.

We're going to move straight through to our next match now. "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Johnny Smiles comes out of the backstage entrance, dressed in a Pink Kitten T-shirt and his usual leather pants. He'll be facing Jacob Idol tonight, in a rematch from their encounter two weeks ago. But this match is a Hardcore Match, and that could possibly favor Johnny Smiles by shifting the focus away from technical wrestling, though Jacob Idol can brawl competently himself. Johnny enters the ring and grabs a microphone.

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd cheers loudly.

J. Smiles: And I'm really glad to have all my Osakian Johnnycoholics present and in attendance tonight as I battle Jacob Idol, who I first met and defeated in the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble. Unlike the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble, however, there's no stuffed cat at stake in this match. This match is about pride. It's about the future. It's about determining who is the better man, in the middle of the wrestling ring, and earning an internationally-respected victory that will be remembered for a lifetime! ... Personally, I'd really rather have another stuffed cat, to be Sumiko's friend, but I guess all this pride and respect business is okay, if you're into that sort of thing. Doesn't do anything for me, though.

Hold it, "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin just started playing, and the crowd boos as Jacob Idol steps out of the backstage entrance, holding a microphone, and accompanied by Jasmina Chastity, who's dressed today in an unflattering, loose men's XL T-shirt and a pair of baggy gray sweatpants. He frowns as he looks into the ring at Johnny Smiles, then around at the booing crowd, then smirks to himself.

J. Idol: Somebody tell New Japan that they can fire Jushin Lyger, because Jacob Idol is HERE.

J. Smiles: But first, somebody'd better tell VCW that they can fire Jacob Idol, because Nova's back in America and he works cheaper.

J. Idol: Nova?

J. Smiles: Yeah, he invented the Diamond Cutter and the reverse Russian legsweep. What moves have YOU invented lately?

That one goes over the heads of most of the crowd, but Jacob Idol glares at Johnny Smiles.

J. Idol: Shut up, you pathetic worm. I'm Jacob Idol. I'm the BEST technical wrestler in the world. I beat Owen Addison. And it's NOT fair that I'm stuck here in a match with you while my partner becomes VCW Intercontinental Champion tonight. You're the challenger to the title at Wrestlewar? What a joke. You don't deserve to be on Wrestlewar. You don't deserve a title shot. You don't deserve your JOB here, you miserable, talentless son of a bitch.

The crowd boos, but Johnny just grins, then puts his finger to his lips, trying to shush Jacob Idol.

J. Smiles: Sshhh! I'm trying to keep that a secret! Don't tell the office, or they'll figure that out and fire me!

J. Idol: Better that than what Julian Page is gonna do to you at Horror Show. One way or another, your career will be OVER. If they'd wise up and fire you now, at least you'll still be able to walk.

J. Smiles: Well, if I don't deserve my job, then what about Jasmina there? I mean, at least I can sorta wrestle, sometimes. But what exactly does she DO, anyway? Who's she blowing to keep her job?

Jasmina Chastity shouts obscenities at Johnny Smiles from the ramp, and Jacob Idol steps forward, yelling angrily.

J. Idol: You shut the hell up, or you won't make it to Horror Show!

J. Smiles: No, come on, I meant that literally. Who IS she blowing to keep her job? And is he bisexual? I need a backup plan in case they DO decide to fire me.

Jacob Idol shouts angrily and throws aside the microphone, then charges the ring and slides inside! He pops up and takes a swing at Johnny Smiles, but Johnny blocks, then returns fire with a series of right hands of his own! Jerry Rogers calls for the bell, and this match is on now!

Hardcore Match:

Jacob Idol
w/Jasmina Chastity

vs.

Johnny Smiles

Johnny Smiles dominates in a brief brawl on the inside of the ring, taking Jacob Idol down with a few basic moves and generally beating him up. Then the match spills outside to the floor when Johnny Smiles tosses Jacob Idol out. He goes out after him, reaches under the ring, and pulls out... a chocolate cake. He looks at it and shrugs, then sees Jasmina Chastity sneaking up on him and throws the cake into her face! The crowd roars with laughter, and Johnny Smiles moves forward and starts eating the frosting off of her face! Jacob Idol comes from behind and angrily clobbers him down to the floor, then grabs Jasmina and picks up where Johnny left off with the frosting! But Jasmina Chastity shoves him away, wiping her face and muttering obscenities as she directs for him to focus on the match.

When Jacob Idol turns back to Johnny Smiles, Johnny has already reached under the ring, and this time pulled out two cans of Pepsi. Johnny Smiles shakes one of them violently, then puts the cans behind his back, shuffles them around, and offers Jacob Idol his choice of them. Jacob Idol hesitates, then takes the can on the left. He cautiously opens it, and when it fails to burst in his face, he smiles proudly, points to his brain, and takes a drink from it. But then Johnny Smiles takes the can from the right, aims it at Jacob Idol, and opens it, sending foamy cola squirting into his eyes at high velocity! Jacob Idol staggers back, blinded, and Johnny Smiles grabs him by the hair and takes him head-first into the steel ringpost!

Johnny Smiles returns to rummaging under the ring, and this time he pulls out a scary-looking dog mask, and a rather wimpy-looking cat mask. He puts on the dog mask, then grabs Jacob Idol, puts the cat mask on his head, and growls angrily at him! Jacob Idol, stuck in the cat mask, yowls in terror and begins scampering away on all fours, while Johnny Smiles chases after him on all fours, barking and growling angrily! Johnny Smiles chases Jacob Idol in a full circle around the ring, but then his mask falls off, and Jacob Idol looks back at him. Johnny Smiles hesitates for a moment, and Jacob Idol quickly pulls off the cat mask, puts it on Johnny's head, and grabs the dog mask from the floor and puts it on himself! Now Johnny meows in distress and begins running away on all fours, as Jacob Idol chases after him!

After being chased halfway around the ring, Johnny Smiles pulls the cat mask off, so Jacob Idol loses interest in him, and sits down on the floor trying to lick his own private parts and failing by a large margin. Frustrated with that, he goes over to Jasmina Chastity and begins trying to hump her leg. Jasmina Chastity jerks away in disgust, then pulls the dog mask off of Jacob Idol, and he just gives her a sheepish smile and a shrug. Jasmina Chastity is not amused, and she begins lecturing Jacob Idol angrily... but then Johnny Smiles comes from behind and knocks their heads together! Jasmina Chastity collapses flat on her back, and Jacob Idol staggers back a step or two before falling face-first into her crotch. The crowd goes "oooh", but Johnny quickly pulls Jacob Idol's face out of Jasmina's crotch, then lays down and puts his own face there instead, to the laughter of the fans!

Jacob Idol gets up rather angrily and sees that, then clobbers Johnny Smiles in the back, pulls him up, and rams his face into the apron. He stands over Johnny Smiles and starts hammering him with repeated punches, but then Jasmina Chastity gets up, comes from behind, and pulls Jacob Idol away to lecture him again. He rolls his eyes and says something to her, but she won't give up... she's still yelling at him! Meanwhile, Johnny Smiles reaches under the ring and grabs a back massage rod! He turns the knob on the handle all the way up, causing it to vibrate wildly, then spins Jacob Idol around and thrusts it into his forehead! Jacob Idol staggers back, then falls down, and Johnny Smiles stands over him and thrusts the vibrating massager down into his forehead again, holding it there as he giggles with sadistic glee!

After holding the vibrating massage rod to his forehead for several seconds Johnny Smiles finally stands aside and lets Jacob Idol get up. He stands up, but he's trembling with every step he takes, shaking like he's in an earthquake, and he falls to his knees. Johnny Smiles draws the rod back and thrusts it towards his forehead again, but he keels over before Johnny connects, and the thrust goes past him... into Jasmina Chastity's crotch! Jasmina Chastity starts to yell a stream of obscenities at Johnny Smiles, then stops, does a double take at the vibrating back massager, and grabs the it away from him. She goes over and sits down in a folding chair, then thrusts the massage rod between her legs and begins moaning and sighing contentedly.

Jacob Idol gets up, and he and Johnny Smiles both stare at Jasmina Chastity for a second, but then Jacob Idol shrugs, turns to Johnny, and knocks him off his feet with a big right hand! He rolls Johnny Smiles into the ring, then reaches under the ring and pulls out a tall steel ladder. Uh-oh... this match could take a quick turn for the serious and deadly now. He enters the ring, and Johnny Smiles starts to get up... so Jacob Idol NAILS him square in the forehead with the ladder, knocking him off his feet! That may have knocked him out, too, Jacob Idol's taking no chances... he sets the ladder up hastily, then begins climbing it! If he can hit Johnny with a move from the top of this ladder, that could be it!

But in his haste, Jacob Idol didn't set up the ladder properly, and as a result it's shaking and weaving wildly as he tries to climb it. He gets near the top and prepares himself to leap, but his weight shifts and suddenly the ladder topples over! Jacob Idol falls from the top of it and lands groin-first across the top rope, then falls off of it into a limp heap in a fetal position at ringside, and Jasmina Chastity just gives him an unsympathetic glance as she continues using the massager on her groin. But the ladder falls across the prone form of Johnny Smiles, over his fallen body! And Johnny Smiles isn't moving... Jacob Idol's ladder shot must have knocked him out cold! Jerry Rogers hesitates, then looks at the ladder on top of Johnny Smiles, shrugs, and goes down to count... and gets three!! Jerry Rogers, that idiot, just counted a pinfall by a LADDER!!

Hardcore Match:
A ladder defeated Johnny Smiles via pinfall in 0:07:48.
Rating: 1/2*

Oh, no... Johnny Smiles has just become the only wrestler in VCW history to lose a match to an inanimate object. And now he's getting to his feet... what will Johnny Smiles have to say about this indignity? Jerry Rogers is explaining the decision to him, and Johnny frowns... but then turns back to the ladder and picks it up off of the mat! What!? He sets it up, then gives it a weary hug and begins patting it on the other side, like he'd pat another person on the back. He motions for the crowd to give the ladder a standing ovation, and now he's calling for a microphone. He gets one... what the heck?

J. Smiles: This ladder just gave me the fight of my life, and in this match, the better man emerged with the victory. So, ladder, I just want to say congratulations...

Johnny Smiles extends his hand, as if for a handshake. He looks around questioningly at the crowd, as if trying to see whether they think he should trust the ladder or not, and they're mostly laughing or smiling. He cautiously extends his hand, grabs one of the rungs, and shakes the ladder gently... then suddenly lashes out with an unprovoked kick to the ladder! It rocks as if about to fall over, and Johnny Smiles grabs it across his shoulders, spins, and performs a rather awkward-looking Smiledriver on the ladder, spiking it into the mat! He grabs the microphone again, and glares down at the ladder venomously...

J. Smiles: Congratulations on the only match you'll ever win, punk. You've got a lot of guts, kid, and you cut a better promo than most of the wrestlers out there, but you'll never be a star in THIS business.

Johnny Smiles lays a few stomps into the fallen ladder, gives it a snide, nasty look, then walks away from it with his nose in the air, heading backstage. Well, this is rather stupid. Johnny Smiles just turned on a steel ladder. Somehow it seems unlikely that we'll see a pay-per-view match to blow this feud off, though. And as if that wasn't enough nonsense, a joyous scream of ecstasy rings out through the arena, and the camera cuts back to see Jasmina Chastity shaking wildly in her seat, her head thrown back as she cries out in pleasure, with the vibrating back massager pressed firmly between her legs. She finally drops it, gasping for breath, and a dark, wet spot can now be seen at the crotch of her sweatpants. She looks around, horrified, then quickly stands up, puts a hand to her face to cover a sheepish, embarrassed smile, and dashes up the ramp towards the backstage entrance.

Somehow, a match between the self-proclaimed greatest technical wrestler in VCW and the man slated to be in the Wrestlewar main event turned out to be incredibly stupid and weird. Julian Page, with his recent tirade about wrestling and taking it seriously, probably won't be too pleased with Jacob Idol for goofing off here instead of trying to seriously injure Johnny Smiles. But he's not here right now. Troy Black and Brujah are, and we're going to go to a pre-recorded interview with them before they defend the VCW World Tag Team Titles against a top-ranked team from Super Japan Pro Wrestling in our next match! Again, this segment is exclusive to the television viewers at home.

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Troy Black and Brujah. Strangely enough, Rebecca Black isn't accompanying them. Both of them have serious expressions on their face, and the VCW World Tag Team Titles around their waist.

Z. Adderloaf: At Horror Show, the Ontario Colour Show will get a shot at the VCW World Tag Team Titles. We know that much now. But since we've heard you'll be defending those titles tonight, Troy and Brujah, it's now entirely possible that you won't make it to Horror Show with the belts, and you won't be in that match. What's your take on that?

T. Black: If you want to know the truth... I'm having a hard time concentrating on any of it. My neck's not one hundred percent; it hasn't even been fifty percent since before Survival of the Fittest. My brother still hasn't given up trying to goad me into a match so he can end my career, and my sister is trying to sleep with me one minute, then accusing my father of molesting her the next. Having these titles is a great honor, but don't think I can be the kind of champion that deserves them. The truth is that I can't focus right now.

Brujah steps forward, and where Troy Black seems lost in deep thought, Brujah appears to be consumed by cold anger.

Brujah: That's okay. I'm focused enough for both of us. After what that bastard Owen Addison did... well, you know Jennie hates me, Ziggy. That's fine. But that motherfucker Owen Addison BANISHED her from the company, just to reform his overrated so-called legendary tag team, and he's gonna PAY. The Ontario Colour Show better enjoy their one match together, because I'm going to DESTROY both of them so badly that they can't compete any longer.

I know I'm the last guy in the world who can talk about human decency, but when it comes to your friends, and your family, any decent human being knows that some things come before championship titles in this sport. The Ontario Colour Show forgot that. Owen Addison put a stake through Jennie's heart to reform his stupid tag team and get one more shot at the titles. But wouldn't you know it... I HAVE the titles. You say I didn't earn them, that I've had everything given to me, but the fact remains, these titles are mine. And when you come for them, I'm going to rip out your heart just like you ripped out Jennie's... except I'm going to do it literally. If the Ontario Colour Show's so great, let's see you two rainbow-colored assholes come and wrench these title belts out of my cold, dead hands.

Z. Adderloaf: You know I'm one of Jennie's biggest fans--

Brujah: Yeah...

Z. Adderloaf: I share a lot of your feelings on this situation, and I admire your dedication, but... aren't you worried about making it far enough to get your revenge in the first place? You're not even considering the team you'll face tonight? After all, their names haven't been announced.

Brujah: Their names haven't been announced? I don't care. I'll read 'em later, in the obituaries. They're standing between me and Owen Addison's last breath, and they can either get out of the way or get carried off in stretchers.

Z. Adderloaf: There you are. Troy Black is preoccupied and injured, but Brujah is ready to go on the warpath. From here, let's get back to the ring, where the tag team title match should be next!

The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and the challengers from SJPW should be arriving shortly. "The Unforgiven II" by Metallica begins playing, and... uh-oh. Uh-oh. Not him. Wait... not THEM!! It's Richard Tobian and Neytron DelArmeggio!! They come out of the backstage entrance, grinning broadly, as the crowd boos. These two men are part of an alliance of disrespectful gaijin wrestlers in SJPW, but some VCW fans will know them better in other respects. They both got drummed out of the company in rather disgraceful fashion, and now, to have them showing up here on VCW television... what the HELL is this!? They enter the ring and call for microphones, and nobody gives them one. Neytron DelArmeggio goes out of the ring and takes one from the timekeeper, but it turns out to be dead. He grabs another one, but that one's dead also. So we won't be hearing any pre-match comments from them, it appears.

Now "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the lights are replaced by dim silver-blue lights as the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Troy Black and Brujah, come out of the backstage entrance and begin making their way to the ring, to the cheers of the crowd. Troy Black slows down, and he and Brujah appear to be having some sort of conversation as Troy points into the ring at their opponents. They continue walking to the ring, and Brujah walks a few steps ahead of Troy Black as they get nearer, then steps up on the apron. Neytron DelArmeggio tries to walk past Brujah and head out of the ring to confront Troy Black, but Brujah steps in his way, and they stand toe-to-toe, arguing heatedly. Meanwhile, Troy Black walks to over to ring announcer David Page and says something to him, and David Page raises his microphone.

D. Page: In order that this match for the VCW World Tag Team Titles take place without any illegal tactics or outside interference, VCW Commissioner James Applebee has ordered that a special enforcer be present at ringside. Ladies and gentlemen, your special ringside enforcer: the former VCW World Champion... the legendary TONNNY GARRRCIAAAA!!

WHAT!? This is just getting stranger and stranger! "I, Zombie (Europe In The Raw Mix)" by White Zombie begins playing, and the crowd cheers respectfully for Tony Garcia as he comes out of the backstage entrance in a turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. He's definitely not dressed to wrestle, but he looks ready to strangle somebody as he points into the ring at Richard Tobian and Neytron DelArmeggio and barks, "You try anything funny, and I'll fucking kill you on live TV," to them loudly enough to be heard on camera. The cocky expressions fade from their faces, but they can take consolation in knowing that Troy Black and Brujah won't be able to use any illegal tactics in this match either, with Tony on the job. Troy Black cautiously approaches the ring again, then hops up on the apron, and Brendan Powers enters the ring, calling for the bell to finally begin this match!

For the VCW World Tag Team Titles:
Special Ringside Enforcer: Tony Garcia

Troy Black & Brujah (c)

vs.

Neytron DelArmeggio & Richard Tobian

Brujah starts off the match against Neytron DelArmeggio, and it's the standard Brujah battle against a superior technical wrestler, as he's taken down repeatedly, only to get up filled with aggression and vigor and keep fighting. Neytron does a nice job of keeping him from taking a clear advantage, however, and tags out to Richard Tobian, who gives Brujah a few fast snap suplexes, then switches to belly-to-back suplexes and hits him with a few of those, too. But Brujah slips out the back on one attempt, then mauls Richard Tobian with a lariat!

Brujah stomps and pounds on Richard Tobian a little bit, then tags in Troy Black. Neytron DelArmeggio, standing on the apron in his corner, just goes absolutely NUTS, jumping up and down and begging Richard Tobian to get up and tag him in, then begging Troy Black to let Richard Tobian tag him in when he sees that Richard Tobian's not going to get up very quickly from Brujah's lariat. But Neytron DelArmeggio settles down in a hurry when Tony Garcia wanders near to his corner, and Troy Black just does a few of his routine moves on Richard Tobian before tagging Brujah back in again.

Brujah clobbers Richard Tobian a little bit, but misses a lariat and takes a dropkick to the face that knocks him down. Another dropkick knocks him back into a corner of the ring, and when he charges out Richard Tobian ducks another lariat and flings Brujah across the ring with a nice overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Richard Tobian tags in Neytron DelArmeggio, who immediately comes in, tosses Brujah into Troy Black's corner, and dares Troy to tag himself in! Troy Black hesitates, looks at Brujah and Tony Garcia, then tags himself in and steps into the ring!

Neytron DelArmeggio immediately draws up close to him and catches him in the face with a mean-looking short jab, then gives him a knee to the midsection that doubles him over, pulls him to the mat, and puts him in a front facelock. Brujah bolts forward quickly and gives him a swift, hard kick to the face that breaks the front facelock, and Neytron looks up at him, with blood trickling from a busted lip. Brujah slowly withdraws back to his corner, and Neytron nods at him with a frown, then grabs Troy Black by the shirt and rips it off, leaving his upper body bare. He throws, Troy Black into a corner, yells "THIS IS FOR MELISSA, YOU LYING LITTLE FUCK!", draws back and just SMACKS him with a blistering chop to the chest! Troy Black steps forward angrily and chops Neytron right back, but Neytron takes it and gives Troy Black another brutal chop, and Troy backs up, cringing and clutching his chest! Neytron's a little bit bigger and probably stronger, and Troy Black probably shouldn't try to slug it out with him. Brujah seems ready to enter the ring again, but Neytron just nods and smiles, then grabs Troy Black by the hair, drags him over to his corner, and tags in Richard Tobian again, and Brujah settles down.

Richard Tobian goes to work on Troy Black, trying to wear him down and work him over, but for some reason he decides to mat wrestle Troy Black instead of using the variety of suplexes that are a staple of his offense. That backfires, however, as Troy Black slips out of a figure-four headscissors attempt, then comes up behind Richard Tobian and brings HIM down with a belly-to-back suplex! With Richard Tobian down, Troy Black rolls to his corner and tags in Brujah, just as Richard Tobian makes it back to his corner and tags in Neytron DelArmeggio again!

Neytron comes in ready to fight, but Brujah cuts him off with a kick to the midsection, yells "LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT, MOTHERFUCKER!" and just BASHES Neytron's face in with a HUGE right hand! Richard Tobian had been starting to get into the ring, but he sees that and his eyes go wide, and he just steps right back out to the apron. Neytron is down, bleeding heavily from the nose, and it looks like his eyes might be swelling shut shortly. Brujah hauls him up off of the mat, lifts him, then SQUASHES him on the canvas with the MOTHER of all Power Bombs!! Neytron collides with a resounding crash, and lies in a broken heap on the mat. Brujah wasn't kidding when he said he'd be sending people out of here on a stretcher! He pulls him up into a standing headscissors, preparing to do it again, but Troy Black is at his side, and the camera catches him saying, "Jesus, just pin him already," and Brujah drops him and covers him. Brendan Powers counts to three, and that's that!

With Special Ringside Enforcer Tony Garcia:
Brujah and Troy Black defeated Richard Tobian and Neytron DelArmeggio when Brujah pinned Neytron after the Power Bomb in 0:10:36.
Rating: * 3/4
(Brujah and Troy Black retained the VCW World Tag Team Titles.)

That was a rather strange match, all things considered; Tony Garcia's presence as ringside enforcer never even really came into play! But Brujah's inner fury pulled it out in the end, and he practically murdered Neytron DelArmeggio to win this contest. If he'll do that to someone who's just standing in his way, we can only imagine what he'll try to do to Owen Addison at Horror Show! If this is what he's capable of, if this is how far his anger has driven him, then quite honestly Brujah needs to be stopped. There's trying to win a match, and then there's taking your opponent's career and livelihood into your hands just for the sake of a grudge, and that's not right. Whether you like Owen Addison or not, he's a consummate professional who has never actively tried to injure a fellow wrestler. And it would appear, by his actions tonight, that Brujah is NOT like him in that regard.

Troy Black enters the ring and says something to Brujah, then steps over to Richard Tobian and offers his hand. Richard Tobian says something, and not with a friendly look on his face, but he shakes Troy Black's hand anyway. So Brujah just killed Neytron DelArmeggio, and now their partners are shaking hands. Strange. Tony Garcia comes up and shakes Richard Tobian's hand as well, then begins heading backstage after Troy Black and Brujah. Neytron DelArmeggio remains stretched out on the mat for a few more seconds, but then Richard Tobian and some of SJPW's trainer's help him to get to his feet and drag his carcass backstage.

We're going to see another pair of tag team champions now... the SJW World Tag Team Champions! "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Virginia and Komachi come out of the backstage entrance, wearing the SJW World Tag Team Titles around their waists. They're not dressed to wrestle, either; Komachi has her face painted, but she's wearing a tight black dress that leaves her shoulders, upper back, and legs from the mid-thigh down bare, and even a pair of high-heeled shoes. Virginia is wearing black leather pants and a red T-shirt that's stretched tight across her large breasts and linebacker-like shoulders, and cut off above the navel to bare her tanned, chiselled abs.

They enter the ring, which is in and of itself a feat of athletic prowess for Komachi in those heels, and both grab microphones. Komachi immediately begins speaking to the crowd in Japanese. She goes on for a while, then pauses, and the crowd boos loudly. As they do, Virginia raises her microphone.

Virginia: Komachi says that we're not going to wrestle tonight, because we've already defeated all of the competition. Besides, two international superstars like us really shouldn't lower ourselves to wrestling on a TV show for a pathetic little company like VCW.

Sheesh, it sounds like these two are going to give us a bilingual promo. And this is as good a time as any to remind our viewers that Virginia and Komachi are both signed to VCW contracts. They can put on airs and act like elite international superstars, and they are getting a lot of publicity here in Japan, but their paychecks come from the VCW offices. Komachi speaks in Japanese to the crowd again, and once again they boo.

Virginia: Komachi says that since nobody else can even come close to defeating us, Super Japan oughtta just retire the belts now and declare us champions for life.

Komachi nods, then speaks again, as Virginia stands by to translate.

Virginia: Komachi says that we've defeated all comers, from world-class athletes like Mayuko Egami and Satomi Suzuki, and Conquest Aizawa and Sadako Momotani, down to pathetic rookies like Chikako Yoemon and Flower Girl Mariko, and Rachel Helms and Venus Andrea. There is no team in Super Japan that we have not CRUSHED.

We know that to be pretty much true. Komachi and Virginia have been strangely absent from VCW television lately, and the reason why is because they've been in Super Japan Women defending their titles and obliterating the competition in a huge winning streak. They've certainly... HOLD IT!! "Star Cycle" by Jeff Beck just started playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten come out of the backstage entrance! The Pink Kitten is holding Sumiko, the large stuffed cat that she and Johnny Smiles won in the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble, and Christina Ellis is carrying a microphone, which she raises to speak.

C. Ellis: Hey. There's ONE team you musclebound whores haven't beaten yet. Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten.

The crowd cheers, but Komachi addresses them sternly in Japanese, now with an edge of anger and increased volume to her voice.

Virginia: Komachi says you don't count. You two pathetic losers don't deserve to be in the same ring with us. Or did the Pink Kitten forget about the time when I declawed and spayed her at Survival of the Fittest?

The Pink Kitten just set down Sumiko and grabbed a microphone, and she says something in Japanese to Virginia and Komachi. Before they can respond, Christina Ellis grins and raises her microphone again.

C. Ellis: Yuri says you can go fuck yourself, you overgrown slut.

The Pink Kitten's eyes go wide, and she shakes her head and raises her microphone quickly.

P. Kitten: No! That's not--

Komachi cuts her off, yelling forcefully at her in Japanese, then pounds a fist into her chest just above her cleavage and bellows loudly.

Virginia: Komachi says that TEN puny little girls like you couldn't defeat us. If you want a title shot, we'll do you the honor of formally destroying you, but not tonight. Tonight we're going out to the clubs again to make the boys scream. Besides, I think we should make an example out of you. If you want your title shot, and Komachi agrees to it, we'll take you on... at Horror Show, in six days. We'll publicly destroy you on world-wide pay-per-view.

Komachi raises her microphone and says something in Japanese, but from the challenging, cocky smile on her face, it's clear she's agreeing. The Pink Kitten responds to them in Japanese, and Christina Ellis nods, then raises her own microphone.

C. Ellis: There's nothing I'd like better. You've got a match. But with this language barrier, I think we're alienating quite a few of the fans who are watching us now and don't happen to be bilingual. So just to make things perfectly clear, I have a message for you that I think all of our viewers can understand...

Christina Ellis raises her hand at Virginia and Komachi and extends her middle finger, and the crowd cheers and laughs! Komachi throws in a few parting shots in Japanese, and as "Star Cycle" by Jeff Beck plays again and Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten head backstage with Sumiko, it looks like we have a match for Horror Show! Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten will challenge Virginia and Komachi for the SJW World Tag Team Titles! Can they really pull it off? We'll find out at Horror Show, in only six days!

Virginia and Komachi also make their way backstage, and now we're ready for our next match, to determine who will get a shot at "The California Crippler" Ken Collins and the VCW Intercontinental Title! "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing, and the crowd boos as Lance Errington walks out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Derek Cole. He's wearing his usual black and silver wrestling trunks and matching robe, boots, and kneepads for this encounter. He's angry, hungry, and ready for this match tonight, and he steps into the ring and shrugs off the robe, then poses for the crowd, which gives him a few cheers but mostly boos.

And now "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos again as Rob Solomon comes out of the backstage entrance! He seems a lot more laid back than Lance Errington, walking casually to the ring and looking around at the booing crowd with bored disinterest. He doesn't have his trademark hockey stick with him tonight, and that might be a wise decision, with Derek Cole skulking around at ringside. Lance Errington's anger might motivate him, or it might blind him, but he definitely has a lot more aggression going into this match than Rob Solomon. To Lance Errington, this is another obstacle in the path of his ultimate goal; to Rob Solomon, it's an unexpected chance to win championship gold, just a short time after returning from injury. Both men want to win this match, but for very different reasons, and we'll see which one can come out ahead. Rob Solomon steps into the ring, VCW referee Linda Peterson calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

Lance Errington
w/Derek Cole

vs.

Rob Solomon

Both men cautiously try wrestling each other for a little bit, and Lance Errington gets the better of Rob Solomon in this regard, taking him to the mat and working him over for a bit there. Rob Solomon seems to realize he's not going to outwrestle Lance Errington, and changes gears to start brawling and striking at him instead. Here, despite Lance Errington's size advantage, Rob Solomon's swift kicks and toughness enable him to hold his own. After a low kick that Linda Peterson misses, he takes the advantage, dumping Lance Errington to the outside of the ring. Derek Cole goes to help Lance Errington up, but Rob Solomon takes a running start and wipes out both of them with a tope suicida through the second and third ropes!

Rob Solomon continues the onslaught on the outside of the ring, pounding Lance Errington with stiff kicks and taking him head-first into unyielding steel objects. He takes Lance Errington back into the ring and slaps on an abdominal stretch, which Lance Errington fights for a while before breaking it with a hiptoss. Rob Solomon gets up and rushes with a lariat, but Lance Errington ducks past him and grabs his head, then brings him down with a reverse neckbreaker! That brings Rob Solomon down, and Lance Errington begins working over his neck with a methodical, focused assault. Rob Solomon fights back and retakes the advantage a few times, but Lance Errington manages to swing the tide back his way each time, staying in control.

After several minutes of this, Lance Errington hits a piledriver for a near fall, and Rob Solomon seems to be slowly fading. Lance Errington pulls him up into a standing headscissors, but instead of another piledriver, this time he hooks his arms in preparation for a tiger driver. But Rob Solomon backdrops his way out of this one! Lance Errington gets up and turns around angrily, and Rob Solomon charges and CLOBBERS him with a huge, powerful lariat! The crowd pops a little bit for that one, and Lance Errington goes down hard! He gets up again, a little bit dazed, and this time Rob Solomon kicks him in the midsection, then grabs him by the hair and gives him a SITDOWN FACESLAM!! He's beaten some tough opponents with that move, and he covers Lance Errington... but only gets two and a half.

Lance Errington starts to get up again, facing away, and Rob Solomon winds up his arm and measures him, then rushes forward and KILLS him with another lariat when he turns around! Lance Errington goes down again, and Rob Solomon yells "ONE MORE!" and stands back for another one, but this time Lance Errington ducks under it and catches him in a rear waistlock! But Rob Solomon throws a back elbow to stun him, then slips behind, pulls his arms across his chest, and takes him down with a STRAIGHTJACKET SUPLEX! He holds him with a bridge, but only gets a near fall from Linda Peterson!

Rob Solomon argues the count with Linda Peterson for a second, but then steps out to the apron and begins going up to the top turnbuckle. He's probably going for the Katana Legdrop! But as he gets up there, Lance Errington gets to his feet and staggers into the ropes! The ropes shake, and Rob Solomon falls crotch-first on the top turnbuckle! Lance Errington sees that, climbs up with him, and hooks him in a front chancery, then brings him down with a devestating TOP ROPE BRAINBUSTER!! Rob Solomon just got spiked head-first into the mat! Lance Errington covers him, but Rob Solomon throws a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths!

Lance Errington glares down at him, then pulls him up into a standing headscissors, lifts, and drives him down with a power bomb! Again, he goes for the cover, and again, he only gets two and nine-tenths! Lance Errington's getting angrier, and he pulls Rob Solomon off of the mat, scoops him up, and spikes him down again with a Northern Lights bomb! He covers, and THIS time he gets three!!

Lance Errington pinned Rob Solomon after a Northern Lights bomb in 0:14:26.
Rating: ** 3/4

The crowd boos as Lance Errington stands up and raises his hands in victory, then goes to one of the top turnbuckles and poses for the crowd. Derek Cole looks on, pointing at Lance Errington, and says "THIS is the MAN!" with a big grin on his face, as Rob Solomon rolls out of the ring, clutching the back of his neck in pain as he staggers backstage. Lance Errington will go on to face "The California Crippler" Ken Collins for the VCW Intercontinental Title at Horror Show, but will he be able to wrest the title away from the supremely talented Ken Collins?

Lance Errington and Derek Cole head backstage with their victory, and now we're moving on to our main event. "Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and the VCW World Champion, Crimson, steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing the VCW World Title belt, and begins walking casually to the ring. He climbs up on the apron, steps in over the top rope, and pumps his fist in the air as he bellows to the crowd, which boos him in reply. At six feet nine inches, Crimson towers over every other member of the VCW and SJPW roster, but his opponent tonight is also a big man, and a very skilled competitor. Tonight, we'll see the VCW World Champion facing off against the SJPW World Champion, with the winner to take home both titles. Crimson grabs a microphone...

Crimson: All right, listen up now, because this is real important. The Homicide Road Tour just rolled into Japan, and the next victim on the list is SJPW itself, because I'm gonna take their little world title and unify it with my belt. But I don't wanna have some pantywaist wrestling match where somebody gets counted out and the titles don't go nowhere, so I went and talked to the management... and they went ahead and made this match a Street Fight. No DQ, no countout... some motherfucker's getting stuck on his back or tapping out before this thing's over. Get out here, Akamatsu. I'm gonna destroy you, you dumb son of a bitch.

What!? This match is a Street Fight now!? This should really be on pay-per-view, but instead, we'll see it right here, tonight! This match being a Street Fight has to benefit Crimson, who's probably the baddest, toughest brawler in the wrestling world today. But now "Get It On" by Kingdom Come begins playing, and that brings out Toju Akamatsu, to the cheers of the crowd! He's not quite as big as Crimson, but he's still six feet, six inches tall, and over two hundred and eighty pounds. He's arguably the strongest wrestler in SJPW, and he has some formidable skills as well. This may be similar to Wrestlewar III, when Crimson met a skilled, but slightly smaller opponent and was defeated. Can VCW's monster champion defend the VCW World Title and capture the SJPW World Title in the process? Toju Akamatsu enters the ring, and we're about to find out, as SJPW referee Junzo Higoshi enters the ring and calls for the bell!

Street Fight:
For the VCW World Title and the SJPW World Title:

Crimson (c)

vs.

Toju Akamatsu (c)

They meet in the middle of the ring, staring each other down, and Crimson holds his hands out for a test of strength. Toju Akamatsu accepts, and the two men lock up, shoving mightily against each other. For several seconds, neither man gives an inch, but finally, Crimson staggers back one step, and then Toju Akamatsu shoves him down to the mat! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Crimson stares at him in awe for a second! Unbelievable! Toju Akamatsu is actually stronger than Crimson! Crimson gets up, roars angrily, and charges at Toju Akamatsu, but Toju runs forward and nails him with a shoulderblock that knocks him off his feet again!

Crimson gets up, snarls, and hauls off with a huge punch, but Toju Akamatsu blocks it, then drives Crimson back with a series of quick chops! Crimson is on the ropes, and Toju Akamatsu draws back and nails him with a huge chop that catches him right in the face! Crimson rocks back against the ropes, and Toju Akamatsu stings him with a big chop to the chest that rocks him back again! Toju Akamatsu raises his arms high, and nails Crimson with a big Mongolian chop! Crimson slumps against the ropes, and Toju Akamatsu hooks him in a front chancery, then lifts him and gives him a huge vertical suplex!

Crimson gets up, wincing in pain, and Toju Akamatsu knees him in the midsection to double him over, then clobbers him in the back with a hard forearm smash. Crimson bellows in pain and staggers forward, and Toju Akamatsu clobbers him in the back again, and he collapses to the mat and rolls to the outside of the ring. Crimson staggers around on the outside for a few seconds, shaking off the beating he's taken, and then he turns and grabs a steel chair! The camera catches him saying "Now you're dead, motherfucker," and he slides into the ring with the chair!

Toju Akamatsu rushes at Crimson as he gets up, trying to hit him first, but Crimson brings the chair up into his midsection, stunning him, then draws back and NAILS Toju Akamatsu with a vicious chair shot to the head! Toju Akamatsu staggers back a step, then straightens up and lets out a mighty bellow of "HUUAGH!!" as he stares at Crimson! Crimson swings the chair again, but this time Toju Akamatsu snatches it away from him, then knocks Crimson off his feet with a powerful chairshot of his own! Crimson starts to get up, but Toju Akamatsu throws the chair at him! The chair hits Crimson in the face, and he staggers back, bleeding from the mouth... and Toju Akamatsu charges him and knocks him down with another Mongolian chop!

Toju Akamatsu pulls Crimson up from behind, then lifts him and brings him crashing down on a knee with an atomic drop. Crimson staggers forward into the ropes and slumps against them, and Toju Akamatsu grabs him from behind again, then lifts him and takes him over with a big belly-to-back suplex! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Toju Akamatsu goes for the cover, but only gets two before Crimson kicks out! He's still a long way from being done! Toju Akamatsu lifts Crimson from behind again, and picks him up for what looks like it'll be a second atomic drop, but instead he just pitches Crimson forward to the mat! Crimson lands on his tailbone, and starts to get up, but Toju Akamatsu rushes forward and drills him with a Yakuza kick! Crimson's down again, and Toju Akamatsu goes for the cover again... and again, Crimson kicks out at two!

Toju Akamatsu pulls Crimson up and hooks him in a front chancery, but Crimson blocks it, then knees him in the midsection and whips him into a corner. Toju Akamatsu hits the turnbuckles back-first, and Crimson rushes in after him with a kneelift! Crimson drives his knees repeatedly into Toju Akamatsu's midsection, then puts his boot up on his throat and begins choking him there! This is perfectly legal, since this is a Street Fight with no disqualifications and no count-outs, but Crimson starts to lose his balance and releases it after five seconds or so anyway. Then he pulls Toju Akamatsu out of the corner, gives him one more knee to the midsection to double him over, and hooks him for his big gutwrench suplex, but Toju Akamatsu reaches down and takes Crimson off his feet with a double-leg takedown instead! And then he turns him over into a Boston crab!

An angry sneer crosses Crimson's face, and he begins struggling in the Boston crab. He starts pulling himself to the ropes, hand over hand, and despite Toju Akamatsu's deep seat on the hold and his considerable size, Crimson is still too strong to stay down, and he's gaining ground. Finally, he grabs the ropes, and Junzo Higoshi forces a break for some reason, even though this is a Street Fight. Toju Akamatsu releases the hold without argument and goes to pick Crimson up, but Crimson shoves him away as he gets up on his own. Crimson rushes forward and punches Toju Akamatsu in the face, and Toju Akamatsu staggers back a few steps, then returns fire with a huge chop that knocks Crimson off of his feet! As strange as this may seem, it looks like Crimson's actually up against an opponent that he can't defeat just by trading blows with him!

Crimson gets up again, and Toju Akamatsu pounds him down with a few clubbing blows, then hooks his arms and flings him back with a double-underhook suplex. Crimson crashes to the mat and gets up again, doubled over and gasping for breath, and Toju Akamatsu actually runs at him and takes him down with a sunset flip! Junzo Higoshi counts, but only gets two before Crimson kicks out! They both get to their feet and charge one another with clotheslines, but Toju Akamatsu ducks low as he comes near, and his arm catches Crimson in the midsection as Crimson's arm goes over his head! Crimson doubles over, and Toju Akamatsu backs up, then runs at Crimson and knocks him off his feet with a running kneelift! Crimson's down, and Toju Akamatsu leaps up, then comes down on him with a big splash to cover! Junzo Higoshi counts, but again Crimson kicks out at two!

Toju Akamatsu pulls Crimson up again, then puts his arms arounds him and flings him back over his head with a big belly-to-belly suplex! Nobody except Bass Rogers has ever tossed Crimson around like that! Crimson crashes down to the mat flat on his back, and starts to stand up again, but Toju Akamatsu grabs him and presses him high over his head! Toju Akamatsu powers Crimson up over his head, then tosses him to the mat with a Gorilla Press slam! The VCW World Champion is taking a beating like never before here!

Toju Akamatsu goes to pick Crimson up again, but Crimson slugs him in the stomach twice, then pulls him up with a rear gutwrench and takes him down to the mat with a sidewalk slam! Crimson gets up, brushes his hair out of his eyes, and stares down at Toju Akamatsu with a strange mixture of awe and contempt. Toju Akamatsu's already trying to get up, but when he pulls himself up to his hands and knees Crimson drops an elbow on him, collapsing him back down to the mat. Then Crimson goes down, and puts him in a front facelock!

Crimson leans forward on the front facelock, pressing down on Toju Akamatsu with his body weight. This could be a smart strategy by Crimson; he's slightly bigger than Toju Akamatsu, and if he can force Toju to lift his weight off to break this hold, he can drain his strength and wear him down. Toju Akamatsu struggles in the hold, fighting his way back up to his feet, but when he gets up Crimson releases the hold and clobbers him in the back with repeated forearms, then knees him in the midsection, hooks him around the waist, and flings him back with a huge gutwrench suplex! That's one of the hallmarks of Crimson's power offense, and it was just used to devestating effect on Toju Akamatsu!

Crimson crawls over to Toju Akamatsu, and he's going for the pin... no, he's raining fists down into his face instead! He pummels Toju Akamatsu with some big right hands, but Toju Akamatsu throws him off after a few, then begins to stand up. Crimson's up first, though, and he rushes at Toju Akamatsu, nailing him with a big boot that sends him staggering back into the ropes. Crimson goes to one of the corners and rips off the turnbuckle pad, then lifts Toju Akamatsu over a shoulder and goes to toss him head-first on the exposed turnbuckle bolt, but Toju Akamatsu slides out behind him and gives him a shove! Crimson staggers forward and collides chest-first with the exposed turnbuckle bolt, then staggers back, into a lift and a belly-to-back suplex by Toju Akamatsu! Crimson is down on the mat, and Toju Akamatsu goes for the pin, but only gets a count of two and a half!

Toju Akamatsu pulls Crimson up and flings him down with a bodyslam, then drops a knee on him, gets up, and drops a second knee on him. He backs up, as Crimson gets to his feet, then rushes forward for a clothesline, but Crimson runs forward to knock him down with a big boot before he makes it! Toju Akamatsu goes down, and Crimson stares down at him with a frustrated snarl for a second, then grabs him and pitches him out through the ropes, to the floor at ringside.

Crimson climbs out after Toju Akamatsu, and grabs an ice-filled metal bucket from beside the announcers' table at ringside. Toju Akamatsu's getting up, but Crimson rushes forward and blasts him in the face with the metal bucket, sending ice flying everywhere and knocking Toju Akamatsu off his feet! This is more up Crimson's alley; he's probably at his very best in a brawl outside of the ring. Toju Akamatsu's getting up again, so Crimson scoops him up, then drops him throat-first on the steel guardrail! Toju Akamatsu stays there, slumped over the guardrail for a second, so Crimson grabs a steel chair and whacks him across the back with it! Toju Akamatsu crumples down to the floor, and Crimson smirks down at him. Now he's in his element, and in control again.

Crimson reaches under the ring and pulls out a long piece of rope with a cowbell tied to one end of it. He stomps forward and hits Toju Akamatsu in the head with the cowbell as he stands up, then wraps the rope around his throat and begins choking him! Toju Akamatsu thrashes and squirms as Crimson chokes him, his teeth clenched tightly in pain and effort, and after a few seconds of struggle he manages to shove Crimson aside, buying himself enough time to free himself. Crimson roars and charges, but Toju Akamatsu catches him coming in with a chop to the chest that stops him, then he picks him up and tosses him onto the announcers' table!

The crowd cheers as Toju Akamatsu goes up on top of the table with Crimson, then pulls him up into a standing headscissors and hooks his arms. He could be going for a tiger driver or a double underhook faceslam through the table... but Crimson backdrops out of it! Toju Akamatsu comes crashing down to land flat on his back on the floor, and Crimson jumps off of the table and begins stomping on his fallen body! He stomps and kicks at him a little bit, then goes to the timekeeper's position and steals the ring bell! He advances on Toju Akamatsu and raises the ring bell to strike, but Toju Akamatsu suddenly snatches it away from him, kicks him in the midsection, and hits him in the head with the ring bell instead!

Crimson goes down, but Toju Akamatsu just picks him up, then whips him into the guardrail. Crimson hits the rail back-first, and staggers forward, and Toju Akamatsu grabs a chair, then rushes him and BLASTS him in the face with it, knocking him down to the floor! Crimson begins to stand up again, and Toju Akamatsu whacks him in the head with the chair again, knocking him down once again! That brought Crimson down, and Toju Akamatsu drops the chair, pulls him up, and rolls him back into the ring, then climbs up on the apron and goes to the top turnbuckle. Crimson gets up and turns around groggily, and Toju Akamatsu comes off to knock him down with a top-rope Mongolian chop!

Crimson starts to get up, battered and staggering, and Toju Akamatsu grabs him, then whips him back-first into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle bolt! Crimson hits hard and staggers out, clutching his back and grimacing in pain, and walks right into a huge POWERSLAM!! Toju Akamatsu covers and hooks the leg, and Junzo Higoshi counts, but only to two and a half before Crimson throws a shoulder up! Toju Akamatsu pulls Crimson up and lifts him for another slam, but Crimson slips out behind him, then grabs him in a full nelson! He lifts for a full nelson slam, but Toju Akamatsu breaks the full nelson with sheer power, then whirls on Crimson with a spinning backhand chop that sends him down to one knee! Crimson rights himself, but Toju Akamatsu knocks him down with a Yakuza kick!

Toju Akamatsu pulls Crimson up into a standing headscissors, but Crimson struggles when he tries to lift him, then backdrops out of it! Toju Akamatsu gets up and turns around to face Crimson, but Crimson climbs out of the ring instead of going after him! He starts reaching under the ring, but Toju Akamatsu goes over to that side of the ring, grabs Crimson by the hair, and hauls him up... but Crimson has a chain around his right hand now, and he CLOBBERS Toju Akamatsu with a huge punch from it! Toju Akamatsu goes down, and Crimson slides into the ring, then crouches over him and drills him in the face with several chain-assisted punches! Toju Akamatsu's forehead is busted wide open from this treatment, and Crimson pulls him up by the hair, draws back, and nails him with a huge haymaker from the chain-wrapped fist! Toju Akamatsu keels over to the canvas, and Crimson goes for the cover and hooks the leg, but only gets a count of two in his first pin attempt of the match!

Crimson glares down at Toju Akamatsu, tosses aside the chain, then scoops Toju Akamatsu up and brings him down across a knee with a backbreaker. He slides out of the ring, then takes apart the ringsteps and tosses the top half of them in. As Toju Akamatsu gets to his feet, Crimson slides into the ring, then grabs the ringsteps and charges... but Toju Akamatsu takes him down with a drop-toe hold, causing him to fall face-first into the ringsteps! His head bounces off of them and he flops over onto his back, and Toju Akamatsu steps out to the apron, then begins climbing to the top turnbuckle! A frown of deep concentration can be seen on his face as he mounts the top turnbuckle, then leaps off with a flying bodypress, but Crimson rolls out of the way! Now both of them are down!

Toju Akamatsu begins getting up, but instead of getting to his feet, Crimson rolls out of the ring to the outside. He stops to take off his shirt, gasping for breath, then tosses it aside. He beats on his chest, points into the ring at Toju Akamatsu, then points down in front of himself, signalling for him to come out there. Toju Akamatsu climbs out of the ring on the other side, happy to oblige him, and the two men begin trading blows on the outside of the ring! Toju Akamatsu comes out ahead, then draws back to clobber Crimson with a big chop, but Crimson ducks under it and slips behind Toju Akamatsu, then tucks a forearm under his chin in a blatant choke, pulls him down to the floor, then puts on a bodyscissors!

Crimson can't win the match via submission out here, but they can't be counted out, either, so Toju Akamatsu is stuck in the bodyscissors choke sleeper indefinitely unless he can get out! Crimson grabs his wrist with his other hand, securing his grip on Toju Akamatsu's throat, but Toju reaches up and grabs the arm himself, and begins trying to power out of it! Both men grimace with the effort as they struggle against one another, but Crimson's arm is slowly pulled away, and Toju Akamatsu breaks the hold, then throws a back elbow into Crimson's ribs! That breaks the bodyscissors as well, and Toju Akamatsu struggles to his feet.

Crimson starts to get up too, clutching his ribs, and Toju Akamatsu blocks a punch, gives him a couple of chops, and whips him to the guardrail! Crimson hits the rail back-first, and Toju Akamatsu rushes at him, but Crimson charges right back out with a big boot that knocks Toju Akamatsu down! He goes over to Toju Akamatsu's fallen body and puts a boot on his throat, pressing down to choke him for a few seconds, as Toju Akamatsu kicks and struggles. After a few seconds of that, Crimson pulls him up, then tosses him on the announcers' table and climbs up with him.

Toju Akamatsu's starting to get up as Crimson climbs up with him, but he's a little bit stunned. Crimson gives him a cruel smile, then grabs him by the throat! He's going for the Chokeslam!! But Toju Akamatsu flashes to life, and knocks Crimson's hand away with one hand, grabs his throat with the other, and CHOKESLAMS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE!! The Chokeslam isn't just Crimson's finishing move, it's also Toju Akamatsu's! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Crimson is laid out in the wreckage of the announcers' table!!

Toju Akamatsu takes a moment to catch his breath, then bends down to scoop up Crimson's fallen carcass and tosses him back into the ring. He goes for the cover, and hooks the leg, but only gets two and three-quarters from Junzo Higoshi! Crimson had enough time to recover from that devestating move while Toju Akamatsu was bringing him back into the ring! Toju Akamatsu looks down at Crimson with a weary look on his bloody face, then pulls him up and lifts him into position for a torture rack, but Crimson squirms and slips out behind him! Toju Akamatsu turns around, and Crimson flings himself forward to knock Toju Akamatsu down with a jumping clothesline, then flops down on the mat!

Once again, both men are down for several seconds, and then they both begin getting up. Crimson advances on Toju Akamatsu and clobbers him with a right hand, but Toju Akamatsu takes it and retaliates with a chop that staggers Crimson back! Crimson falls to one knee, but as he gets up he reaches into his front pocket, and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles! He steps forward and nails Toju Akamatsu with those, and Toju Akamatsu goes down hard! Crimson slumps back against the ropes for a second, taking a rest for a second. He's battered and weary, and looking for a way to hit the one big move that will make the difference in this match!

Toju Akamatsu starts getting up, and Crimson pulls him up from behind, then hooks on a full nelson, lifts, and DRIVES him to the canvas with a full nelson slam! The ring shakes, the crowd boos, and Crimson walks slowly around the ring, the pain and fatigue on his face fading into a smile as he feels the advantage shifting his way. He pulls Toju into a standing headscissors, then clobbers him in the back a few times to stun him. He holds out his hands and thrusts his thumbs down twice over Toju Akamatsu, then lifts... and he seems to have trouble getting him up, but he finally manages to pick him up and drive him down with a POWER BOMB!! That could be it! That could be the big move that puts this match firmly in Crimson's court... but Toju Akamatsu bolts to his feet with a mighty cry of "RAAAHH!" and slaps his chest twice!

Crimson's triumphant smirk fades instantly. He swears to himself and throws a punch, but Toju Akamatsu takes it, then pelts Crimson with a series of chops, and knocks him down with a big chop to the chest! Crimson gets up, and Toju Akamatsu grabs him and flings him to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! Crimson starts to get up, but Toju Akamatsu lifts him into the torture rack position, then drives him to the canvas with a TORTURE RACK INTO A POWER BOMB!! That could be it! That HAS To be it! The titles will be unified under Toju Akamatsu!! Crimson is laid out, and Toju Akamatsu covers him... but Junzo Higoshi only gives him a count of two and nine-tenths before Crimson kicks out!

Toju Akamatsu pulls Crimson up again and grabs him by the throat, but Crimson blocks that by driving a forearm into his bloody face, then runs forward and knocks him down with a big boot. When Crimson turns around, Toju Akamatsu bolts up to his feet and bellows again, but this time Crimson's hand shoots out and grabs him by the throat! He lifts, and DRIVES him down with the CHOKESLAM!! He just nailed it!! Crimson just hit the move that may unify the VCW and SJPW World Titles! He throws himself over Toju Akamatsu, and Junzo Higoshi counts... but only to two and three-quarters!

Crimson glares at Toju Akamatsu, then mutters something to him and climbs out of the ring. He reaches under the ring... uh-oh. Crimson just grabbed a large shovel from under the ring! He taps it on the ringsteps twice, and smiles sadistically when he hears the clang of metal on metal. He climbs into the ring with it, and draws back as Toju Akamatsu begins to stand up... and he NAILS him with the shovel!! Blood goes flying from Toju Akamatsu's head from the impact, and he is laid OUT!! Crimson drops the shovel and goes for the cover... but Junzo Higoshi's count only gets to two and nine-tenths!

But Crimson's smiling now. He has something on his mind, and you'd better believe it's nothing good for Toju Akamatsu. He pulls up Toju Akamatsu's limp carcass, then puts him on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. Crimson climbs out to the apron, then climbs up to the top turnbuckle with Toju Akamatsu, and puts his hand under his chin. He's going for the top-rope chokeslam! He lifts... TOP-ROPE CHOKESLAM!! He just nailed it! Crimson beat the Grave Digger with the shovel and the top-rope chokeslam to win the VCW World Title, and now he just hit Toju Akamatsu with it! Nobody has ever kicked out of the top-rope chokeslam! This has to be it! Crimson crawls over to throw himself across Toju Akamatsu's body... but the bell rings! Damn it, are we out of time NOW!?

Crimson and Toju Akamatsu battled to a draw in 0:30:00.
Rating: *** 1/4
(Crimson retained the VCW World Title.)
(Toju Akamatsu retained the SJPW World Title.)

Crimson looks up upon hearing the bell ring, and his eyes roll back in his head as he lets himself drop to the canvas in an exhausted heap. These two men just took each other to the limit in a way that no other challenger has perhaps done for either of them. So the titles were NOT unified after all, and it will be Crimson going to Horror Show to defend against VCW Television Champion Gabriel Black, while Toju Akamatsu remains in Japan with the SJPW World Title. If there had been five more seconds in this match, we might have seen a different story. Could Toju Akamatsu have kicked out after the top-rope chokeslam? We may never know, unless these two have a rematch somewhere down the road.

That's all the time we have for this week's show. Come back in six days for Horror Show! Lance Errington versus Ken Collins for the VCW Intercontinental Title! Troy Black and Brujah against the Ontario Colour Show for the VCW World Tag Team Titles! And the VCW Television Champion, Gabriel Black, will go one-on-one with Crimson for the VCW World Title, in just six days! Make sure you're there for Horror Show, live on pay-per-view, in just six days!!

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