Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, coming to you live from the Thomas and Mack Center in Nevada!! We're expecting a great show after last week's huge episode full of swerves and surprises. Gabriel Black will defend the VCW Television Title one-on-one against Jockey Oldcastle, Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten will defend the SJW World Tag Team Titles against an independent tag team known as the Confederate Bombshells, and Johnny Smiles will face off against Rob Solomon! Also, in tonight's main event, Ken Collins has called in his guaranteed VCW Intercontinental Title shot, and we will see Ken Collins versus Lance Errington, one-on-one, with the VCW Intercontinental Title on the line, in a Submission Cage Match! All that, and much more, tonight on VCW Monday Night Wrestling!

But to start with, we're going to hear from Gabriel Black and his entourage. He hasn't been shy about using up copious amounts of VCW television time for self-promotion, and as "Denial" by Sevendust hits the arena sound system, we can bet that tonight will be no different. The crowd boos loudly, and Gabriel Black walks out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Lance Errington and Derek Cole. Lance and Gabriel are wearing their typical dress shirts and slacks, with their title belts worn over them but under their jackets.

After a few seconds, Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, Jasmina Chastity, and "Superstar" Sean Black join them at the top of the entrance ramp, to a loud chorus of boos. The boos get even louder when Melissa DelArmeggio walks out of the backstage entrance, wearing a lavender silk blouse and a blue knee-length skirt, with a matching jacket with shoulderpads. Her wild red hair is in a bun, and on top of that, she's even wearing hose on her legs, and blue high-heeled shoes! This may be the first time she's ever shown up to a VCW show in anything but a T-shirt, jeans, and combat boots! Something about her has changed, and that's evident from the frown on her face as she joins Gabriel Black and his entourage, and they walk to the ring together.

Gabriel Black, Lance Errington, and Derek Cole enter the ring, followed shortly by Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, and Sean Black. Jacob Idol holds the ropes open for Jasmina Chastity as she climbs in, and at another side of the ring, Gabriel Black and Lance Errington both hold the ropes open for Melissa DelArmeggio as she enters the ring. At that, Gabriel Black says something to Sean Black and hands him the VCW Television Title belt. Sean Black smiles and claps Gabriel Black on the shoulder, and Gabriel Black calls for a microphone. The crowd boos loudly as he gets it.

G. Black: I'm certain you all realize how eventful last week was, on many levels. Just as I did when I defeated the Grave Digger, in the course of one night I dramatically altered the shape of history in VCW. In my father, "Superstar" Sean Black, I brought you a living legend, a man who built a solid wrestling foundation in the seventies, who defended the integrity of our sport against all odds in the eighties, and who provided the vision for VCW in the nineties. In Melissa DelArmeggio, I brought you a return of VCW's most exciting competitor, a woman whose fearlessness, honesty, and moral integrety are unmatched in this profession. Once again, I have changed the face of VCW overnight, and you really ought to be thanking me... but despite your ingratitude, I'm already satisfied with the reward I've received.

Reward? What's Gabriel Black talking about?

G. Black: Last week, the one event that stood out in my mind wasn't the return of my father or Melissa to VCW television. It was a single steel chair, swung by my brother Troy, connecting squarely with my skull. For the first time, Troy showed some willingness to fight me, even to hurt me... and in that moment, I won. With that single blow, he revealed that he is still willing, perhaps eager, to fight me. Now I know that our final encounter, the last hour of reckoning between us, is not uncertain, but inevitable. We WILL meet one more time, Troy, and after last week I know it and so do you. But before that, there's someone else who you must reckon with. I have a promise to keep.

Gabriel Black hands the microphone to Melissa DelArmeggio, and she raises it to speak.

M. DelArmeggio: Troy... I could probably find a thousand reasons to hate you. What you did to Gabriel at Wrestlewar was unforgivable. You said as much yourself. And what you did to me, and to everyone else who trusted you and believed in you, honestly pales in comparison to that. At Wrestlewar, you transformed into exactly the sort of petty, disgusting evil that you had stood against your whole career. You showed everyone that you were no better than your sister or Lorenzo Vasquez. Gabriel had seen the error of his ways, and he was trying to make it right, and you stabbed him in the back. Because you let yourself be consumed by your sick thirst for vengance, the sport nearly lost a great competitor, you nearly lost a brother, and a little girl nearly lost her father.

The crowd boos loudly. All that may be true, but what about Gabriel? Isn't he letting himself be consumed by a thirst for vengance now? For that matter, what about Melissa?

M. DelArmeggio: But that's Gabriel's issue, and he wants to settle it with you in his own way. And it's because I'm respecting that wish, not because I'm trying to be selfish, that I'd like to focus on you and me. And to tell you the truth, Troy... you ruined my life. Do you understand that? You RUINED my LIFE. It wasn't enough that you dumped me for Amy. It wasn't enough that you had to reassert yourself with macho power trips every time I ever looked at another guy--although, for the record, Sandis, Falcon, and Desmond ALL got closer than you EVER will. It wasn't even enough that Amy came after me like a starving beast, trying to MURDER me. No... you wouldn't leave it alone. Every time I started to build something good in the shambles of my life, you kicked it down again. And when you couldn't break me, you turned on my friends, just to make me suffer, just to rip out one more piece of my heart.

Gabriel has seen to her "financial future?" That sounds like a fancy way of saying she's been bought off! The crowd boos loudly and begins a "YOU SOLD OUT!" chant at her. She stops and stares around at them with incredulous disgust, then raises the microphone.

M. DelArmeggio: I sold out!? You think I sold out? No. I could've left this dangerous pit of misery behind at any time and gone to New York to wrestle Torrie Wilson in two-minute matches for a seven-figure salary. Instead, I stayed here and bled buckets against David Wright Hubbard, Gwen Frye, and Amy Lin because YOU wanted to see it. Because of that decision, I've been burned, pierced with thumbtacks, torn by rusty barbed wire, dropped repeatedly from fifteen or twenty feet onto solid concrete, and slashed to ribbons by sharp objects. I went from looking like a fitness model to looking like a plane crash survivor in three years, all the while earning next to nothing, just to ENTERTAIN you UNGRATEFUL jerks! So don't you tell ME that I sold out when it was YOUR money that bought me and ABUSED me for a FRACTION of what I was worth!!

The crowd boos loudly, and Melissa DelArmeggio paces around a few times before she seems to calm down a little bit.

M. DelArmeggio: I should've respected you to turn on me, though. Everyone else did. Troy was only the first when he traded me in for a blonde with less in the way of scar tissue, brain cells, and inhibition against sleeping with him to further her career. David Wright Hubbard tried to comfort me at first, but he turned on me too when I showed a little compassion for Falcon. Heck, FALCON turned on me too when he figured out he couldn't get into my pants any more than Troy could.

Melissa DelArmeggio sighs and looks down at the ground, then turns to Lance Errington.

M. DelArmeggio: I should've believed you when you came into my locker room that day, Lance. I was too young and idealistic, and I refused to listen even though you were making perfect sense, just because... well, it seemed right, at the time. But I was wrong, and YOU were right. There is no place for love or trust in this world. Everyone betrays you eventually. And I owe you an apology for not listening, because... you were right.

Lance Errington shakes his head, and reaches out and grabs the microphone...

L. Errington: No... I wasn't. That's the real tragedy of it all. You see, if absolutely everyone was scum, then none of it would matter, because it'd just be traitors betraying other traitors. There have to be some nice guys so that somebody can finish last. There ARE a few people left in this world who are truly honest and virtuous. One of them... is you, Melissa.

Melissa DelArmeggio looks up in shock, and Lance Errington steps forward and puts a hand on her shoulder. What the hell is he talking about? This is a different tune than he was singing earlier this year, but then again it's not surprising to hear someone like him change his story.

L. Errington: You've shown the fiber of your character in everything you've done. Every time, you've stood by your friends despite the abuse and betrayal you've endured, never once standing down, never once compromising your virtue or integrity. Even when it was hopeless, you've stood against evil at every turn, heedless of the price you've paid. In a world of cowards, sinners, and traitors, you're an angel of righteous vengance, a virgin princess, and a true and loyal friend. Metaphysically speaking, even your shit doesn't stink.

Oh, COME ON!! Why not just build her a marble statue in a park somewhere and get it over with!? The crowd's chanting "BULLSHIT!" loudly, and deservedly so; in the midst of all this sickening hype of Melissa's supposed integrity, Lance Errington's completely IGNORING her actions last week, turning on Troy Black. Does that not count? But Melissa seems to buy the whole load eagerly, staring at Lance Errington with starry eyes and a surprised, grateful smile.

M. DelArmeggio: R-really? You... really mean that?

L. Errington: Of course. And that's what really makes me sick about the suffering you've endured in VCW: it's a completely needless abuse of one of the few people in this hellhole who has any integrity whatsoever. So tonight, after I settle this issue with Ken Collins, Gabriel Black has agreed to give me personally the honor to give you justice. Before Gabriel gets his hands on Troy Black for their final reckoning, I intend to humble him first. So before all that, I'm throwing down the gauntlet right here. At Spontaneous Combustion, let's make the match Lance Errington, one-on-one, with Troy Black, and I'll even put the VCW Intercontinental Title--

Melissa DelArmeggio puts a hand on Lance Errington's wrist, guiding the microphone down to stop him, and takes it from him.

M. DelArmeggio: Hey... listen. Knowing that you'd do that for me... I appreciate it. Really. It means a lot to me. But this time, in order to put this behind me... I have to do it myself. It has to be that way. It has to be Melissa DelArmeggio, one-on-one with Troy Black, at Spontaneous Combustion!!

Whoa!! The crowd actually cheers, and everyone else in the ring gives Melissa DelArmeggio a surprised stare! With all due respect to Melissa DelArmeggio's athleticism and skills, Troy Black has made a career out of defeating men who are master technical wrestlers or who outweigh him by fifty pounds or more! Melissa DelArmeggio is a competent martial artist, a fair athlete, and very strong for a woman, but she's talking about a match with arguably the greatest wrestler in VCW history! But despite that, Gabriel Black nods and says something to her, then takes back the microphone.

G. Black: As you’ll have it. Unlike Troy, I am a very generous, giving man WITHOUT respecting anything in return. Therefore, as eager as I am to reckon with Troy, I will put off my own vengance for your sake, Melissa. Until Spontaneous Combustion has passed, I leave Troy in your hands.

Is he just being generous, or maybe a little intimidated after getting his brains scrambled with that huge chairshot last week? It's hard saying. But he seems to have more to say...

G. Black: But it may be for the best. I have a routine matter in my own hands which must be resolved soon. Johnny Smiles has yet to learn his place. I haven't forgotten how he cost me the VCW World Title. His very presence in the upper echelon of VCW leads to absurdities such as that incident the night after Horror Show, and it weakens the quality and competition of VCW's main events. He belongs in the midcard, performing some mildly amusing skit with stuffed cats and selling his gaudy merchandise to those who are gullible enough to buy it, and I intend to remind him of that.

Gabriel Black might have a point if Johnny Smiles hadn't won the Survival of the Fittest Tournament and then been screwed out of his Wrestlewar III title shot by Gabriel Black and Julian Page. The crowd boos, and then starts a chant of "JOHNNY!". But Gabriel Black just looks around at them and smiles.

G. Black: Unfortunately, tonight I'm already occupied in a VCW Television Title defense against Jockey Oldcastle, and Johnny Smiles will be busy embarrassing himself with a decisive loss to my colleague Rob Solomon. So I must wait... but I'll wait no longer than I have to. Next week, at the beginning of our show, I'm challenging Johnny Smiles to meet me in the center of the ring, face-to-face, man-to-man, one-on-one... for a formal debate.

What!? The crowd was cheering, until he finished that last sentence. A debate!? What the hell is Gabriel Black thinking? The crowd boos.

G. Black: The outcome of a wrestling match between Johnny Smiles and I would be a foregone conclusion... even more so than many of my matches. Even Johnny Smiles's supporters would have to admit, I'm a far superior wrestler. But he's said to have a way with words when you put a microphone in his hand... so I'll face him in an environment that plays to his greatest supposed strength, so that when his oratory pales in comparison to mine it will be all the more decisive. I will CONVINCE him and everyone else that he does NOT DESERVE to be in the upper echelon of VCW. When I'm through, NOBODY will believe that Johnny Smiles is anything but an embarassment to this company... not his fans, not his friends, not even Johnny Smiles HIMSELF.

You have to hand it to Gabriel Black; in the past three weeks or so he's proven himself to be very adept at running on at the mouth endlessly. He'll have a lot of practice in next week's debate, and Johnny Smiles should be lucky to get a word in edgewise if Gabriel holds true to form. But now Rob Solomon takes the microphone...

R. Solomon: Yeah, Johnny... look, man. Maybe you'd better brush up on some sign language for the debate, or get one of those talking computer things, because you're probably not gonna sound too good after I crush your throat and kick your teeth out tonight. When I hit you, you're gonna drop faster than the ratings during a Tim Bell match, buddy.

Rob Solomon smirks, but Sean Black jerks the microphone away from him and says something to him privately, and the smile leaves his face quickly. Derek Cole takes the microphone from Sean Black and smiles at the camera.

D. Cole: Oh, and Applebee... I hope you're working out to get back in fighting shape and lose that spare tire. I want you to put up a fight going down, and personally... I'm in the best shape of my life. I can run three miles without getting winded. My shins are so tough I can kick through a baseball bat without feeling a thing. My abs are practically bulletproof. And best of all...

Derek Cole balls up his right fist and holds it up for the camera to see.

D. Cole: See this one? I call it the Seattle Sledgehammer, and I can put it through a cinderblock WALL. It's the reason why our fight's only going to last for the number of punches you manage to throw... plus one. Hell, I'm even a little scared to use it... the last time I did, the U.N. put sanctions on me for using a weapon of mass destruction. You ever seen that Mortal Kombat fatality where they punch the other guy's head clean off? ... Put it this way, I've got a waiver you have to sign before I'll get in the ring with you.

Sheesh... does he think he's in a bad martial arts flick or something? But Sean Black's looking impatient, and he takes the microphone from him now...

S. Black: Y'know... being as this is a wrestling show, I'm thinking we should do the rest of our talking in the ring. I'm not even gonna dignify that shit my daughter pulled last week by talking about it, so unless anyone's got anything else to say...

Sean Black looks around at everyone in the ring, as if daring them to speak up. Nobody does.

S. Black: ... I think we're done here.

Not a moment too soon, either. Another twenty minutes killed by Gabriel Black and his hangers-on. "Denial" by Sevendust hits the arena sound system, and as they leave the ring, we're going to get things squared away for our next match. Gabriel Black and his entourage head backstage, and that's all for the opening talk-a-thon today.

The ring is cleared, and now we're ready to FINALLY get to the in-ring action! La Princesa Lobo and Mary Cohen are already in the ring, and now "Halfway Decent" by Audio Karate begins playing, bringing a good-sized round of cheers from the crowd as "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn come out of the backstage entrance. They've won the crowd over recently with their hard work and dedication, and between Pauline's high-flying ability and Heather's lack of complete ineptitude, they may be poised to enjoy considerable success here in VCW. They run to the ring, slapping hands with the fans near the aisles, and climb inside! Linda Peterson enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins this match!

Pauline Vietjohn starts off the match against Mary Cohen, and takes her down with a few nice moves, taking advantage of her superior speed and agility. After a few takedowns, Mary Cohen moves in more cautiously, and catches Pauline with an elbow to the midsection, then starts trying to ground her and wrestle her to the mat. But Pauline Vietjohn fights her way up from the mat, then makes the tag to Heather Dannon, who's more adept at wrestling that style of match. Heather Dannon and Mary Cohen face off with some basic matwork, seeming pretty evenly matched, but the whole spectacle looks rather like an amateur VCW Power Plant training session, and the crowd starts to get restless.

Mary Cohen seems to get fed up, too, and she pulls Heather's hair to gain the advantage, then knees her in the midsection, takes her head-first into the turnbuckle in her corner, and tags in La Princesa Lobo. La Princesa Lobo comes in and assaults Heather Dannon with ferocious offense, clawing, scratching, and kicking at her like a wild beast. Heather Dannon tries to get away, but La Princesa Lobo tackles her to the mat, then crawls over her and starts biting her face! Heather Dannon screams and struggles under her, and finally throws her off, then puts a hand to her face and stares at La Princesa Lobo in disbelief! Heather Dannon seems deeply upset by that assault!

La Princesa Lobo advances again, but Heather Dannon screams "BITCH!" at her and SLAPS the taste right out of her mouth with a loud open hand! La Princesa Lobo staggers back a few steps from the force of the slap, then angrily rushes forward and grabs Heather Dannon by the throat, choking her! Heather Dannon struggles for a second, then goes down, but grabs La Princesa Lobo's throat on the way down! They roll around on the mat, choking each other, for a few seconds, and then La Princesa Lobo breaks the chokehold and gouges Heather's eyes! Heather Dannon's hands go to cover her eyes, and La Princesa Lobo crouches on top of her and punches her in the face repeatedly!

La Princesa Lobo takes Heather Dannon into her corner and tags in Mary Cohen, and the two of them kick and stomp at Heather Dannon in the corner until Linda Peterson orders La Princesa Lobo out of the ring. Mary Cohen takes Heather Dannon to the mat and begins keeping her grounded, controlling the match and boring the crowd to tears. When she puts Heather Dannon in a front facelock, Pauline Vietjohn starts working the crowd, and the crowd begins a small "HEATHER!" chant for her as she fights in the facelock! Spurred on by the crowd's chant, Heather Dannon fights her way up from the front facelock, then grabs Mary Cohen by the waist and flings her back with a belly-to-belly overhead suplex!

Both women are down and begin going to their corners, and Mary Cohen makes the tag to La Princesa Lobo, as Heather Dannon tags in Pauline Vietjohn to a pop from the crowd! La Princesa Lobo comes in and charges wildly, only to run right into a big spinning leg lariat from Pauline Vietjohn! Mary Cohen charges in and gets a dropkick, and La Princesa Lobo gets up and charges again, into a drop-toe hold! Mary Cohen gets up, and Pauline Vietjohn jumps up and gives her a sloppy twisting Frankensteiner... and her pants fall down around her ankles in the process, showing off her mostly-bare bottom and thin black thong underwear!! The crowd cheers loudly, and La Princesa Lobo gets up and stares at Pauline, confused, for a second... but then Heather Dannon comes in and kicks her in the midsection, then takes her down with a DDT!

Pauline Vietjohn gets up and pulls her pants up, but the crowd boos for that... so she smiles and shakes her head, then drops her pants again and steps out of them to a loud pop! Mary Cohen seems to be either grimacing in pain or trying not to laugh as she gets up to her feet, near the ropes... and Heather Dannon grabs Pauline Vietjohn's discarded pants, wads them up, and rushes at Mary Cohen and nails her with the bunched-up pants! Mary Cohen bumps wildly over the top rope like she was hit with a huge superkick and crashes to the floor, and Heather Dannon goes out after her! Meanwhile, La Princesa Lobo is getting up and looking dazed, so Pauline Vietjohn grabs her by the hair and takes her down with a jawbreaker!

Mary Cohen is on the outside, with Heather Dannon hitting her repeatedly with Pauline Vietjohn's pants, and La Princesa Lobo is down... and Pauline steps out to the apron! The crowd cheers as she climbs up to the top turnbuckle, steadies herself, and leaps off with the LEAP OF FAITH!! She connects on La Princesa Lobo, covers, and hooks a leg, and Linda Peterson makes the three-count! Heather and Pauline win!

La Princesa Lobo rolls out of the ring to join Mary Cohen on the outside, and the two of them begin retreating backstage as Heather Dannon climbs into the ring... and she has a microphone. Hopefully this won't be too stupid.

H. Dannon: Hey, Pauline! Quick, bend over and do the Ace Ventura talking butt routine!

Heather Dannon puts the microphone down by Pauline Vietjohn's rear end, but Pauline Vietjohn shakes her head and takes the microphone, then raises it.

P. Vietjohn: I don't think so, Heather. With the way Virginia and Komachi have been throwing around threats, I'd say there are already too many people talking out of their asses here in VCW.

H. Dannon: Pauline! You're gonna make them mad, and then they're gonna kill us!

P. Vietjohn: Let them try. As big as they are, and as unstoppable as they SAY they are, I still haven't seen one of them set foot in a ring with me in a straight-up wrestling match. I'm not afraid of them. I--

Hold it, "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie just hit the arena sound system, and Komachi and Virginia step out of the backstage entrance! The crowd boos loudly, and they begin walking to the ring! They're not dressed to wrestle; Komachi's wearing a tight green Army camoflage T-shirt and blue jeans, with no facepaint on her face, and Virginia's wearing a denim jacket over a black sweatshirt, and black leather pants. Pauline Vietjohn goes into a fighting stance and motions for them to bring it on, but Heather Dannon rolls her eyes and groans! Komachi and Virginia slide into the ring, and Virginia charges Pauline Vietjohn... but Pauline catches her coming in with a dropkick that knocks her down on her rear! Komachi comes at Pauline with a punch, but Pauline blocks it, then hammers Komachi with a series of rather weak-looking forearms to the face... and they don't seem to faze Komachi! Komachi smiles at Pauline... AND SPITS BLUE MIST IN HER FACE!!

Pauline Vietjohn staggers back, putting her hands to her eyes, and Komachi measures her, spins, and FLATTENS her with a URAKEN!! Pauline's down, and Virginia's getting up... but Heather Dannon jumps up on Virginia's back, applying a sleeper! Virginia stumbles a few steps with Heather on her back, but then rears up and throws herself back-first into a corner, squashing Heather Dannon like an insect against the turnbuckles! She steps out, and Heather Dannon staggers out, gasping for breath... and Virginia lifts her on her shoulders and hits her with the VIRGIN SACRIFICE!! Heather Dannon flops limply to the mat, and Komachi scoops Pauline Vietjohn up, then brings her down on a knee with a devestating backbreaker!

Pauline Vietjohn screams and writhes in agony... and Komachi rolls out of the ring and gets a steel chair! She enters the ring with it, and Virginia pulls Pauline Vietjohn up, then holds her in place as Komachi raises the chair and brings it down on her head! Pauline Vietjohn crumples to the canvas, and now Komachi's saying something to Virginia. Virginia nods and goes down to one knee, then holds Pauline Vietjohn face-down, bent over her extended knee! Komachi laughs and takes off her belt, then raises it high in the air... and brings it down hard on Pauline Vietjohn's bare backside! Some people in the crowd cheer at first, but as Komachi goes into a frenzy, whipping Pauline with repeated, sadistic blows from the belt, the audience turns against her more. Pauline Vietjohn screams and makes a feeble attempt to struggle, but Virginia just clubs her with a massive fist a few times to stop that.

Finally, Virginia lets Pauline Vietjohn drop to the mat, cringing in pain with her butt covered in bright pink welts. But now Komachi picks up the chair again, and she kicks Pauline Vietjohn over onto her back, then thrusts the edge of the chair down into her throat! Virginia smiles and takes the chair, and then she jams it down into Pauline's throat and holds it there, choking her and crushing her throat! Pauline Vietjohn kicks and thrashes helplessly, but Virginia just keeps applying the pressure... and then Komachi goes over and sits on the other edge of the chair, as Virginia presses down on it! Come on, they're going to kill her! That has to be close to four hundred pounds of pressure driving that chair down into her throat!!

After a few seconds, Pauline's struggling ceases abruptly, and she goes limp on the canvas. Finally, Komachi and Virginia leave her and drop the chair, and they step out of the ring. This is disgusting; they may have just seriously endangered her life! Komachi grabs a microphone at ringside.

Komachi: Not afraid of us? You're not afraid of us!? Be afraid. Fear us as you would your own imminent demise. I am the Queen of Nightmares!!

Komachi throws the microphone down at her feet, and she and Virginia begin walking away. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Pauline Vietjohn is barely breathing, and when she does she coughs up a bit of blood. Heather Dannon rolls over and sees her like that, and immediately crouches over her, her face white with concern, and starts flagging down a team of medics! Pauline Vietjohn tried to stand up to Komachi and Virginia, and as a result she could be hurt very, very badly.

Before we go on, we understand that we're going to be taking a look at the arena parking lot as Hell's Bikers arrive at the arena. And the VCW World Champion, Crimson, is with them, even though he's not scheduled to wrestle... what could this be about!? Let's take a look:

A large, dark red diesel semi pulls into the parking lot, pulling a black trailer with the words "HOMICIDE ROAD TOUR" written on it in large, flaming letters. The semi parks diagonally, carelessly, in the parking lot, taking up a whole row of empty parking spaces, and the engine shuts off. Seconds later, Crimson climbs out of the driver's side, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson step out of the passenger side of the semi.

B. Manson: I don't get it. We're Hell's Bikers, not Hell's Truckers. Why are we riding in that big rig?

Crimson: Seeing as how I'm making all this money with the title, I figure it's about time I spend some of it. When I take this sucker home, that trailer's gonna have about a half dozen brand new motorcycles in it. And if you don't ask any more stupid questions, maybe I can float your broke ass a loan to get a bike of your own.

J. Norman: Shit, I like riding in the big rig. We oughtta go steal a damn Three Musketeers truck and take all the candy bars out--

Crimson: Shut the fuck up.

Jack Norman drops what he was saying immediately.

Crimson: Look, you boys unhitch the trailer. We're gonna leave it here tonight. If arena management has a problem with that, I'll beat their fucking asses. Meanwhile... I got some business to take care of.

B. Manson: You looking for Russel?

Crimson: Naw, I'm looking for Jasmina Chastity, 'cause I fell in love with her. I'm gonna give her a fucking diamond ring and ask her to marry me. ... Of COURSE I'm looking for Russel, dumbass. His ass is dead meat after he screwed me over last week. People are starting to forget who runs this joint, and I gotta refresh their memories. But that ain't none of your business. Just do like I told you and unhitch this trailer.

Crimson turns and walks away, towards the arena, and Butch Manson and Jack Norman turn to the trailer, but before they can get to work they're approached by Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, who are each carrying a suitcase.

J. Idol: Hey, you guys got a minute?

B. Manson: We got some time. But you guys... you've got about ten seconds. Ten seconds to fuck off before we flatten your asses and park our ride on top of you.

Rob Solomon grins and puts his hands up.

R. Solomon: Easy there, guys! We're just looking to employ your services for mutual benefit.

J. Norman: Say what?

R. Solomon: We wanna hire you to beat some punks' asses.

B. Manson: Do we look like the kinda guys you can just come up to and pay off to beat somebody's ass?

J. Idol: Frankly, yes. ... Now, look, here's the deal. We're busy tonight, and you guys aren't the number-one contenders, so you can't get a title shot unless Applebee gives you the go-ahead. BUT there's nothing saying you can't have a non-title match against the Ontario Colour Show. We've been around long enough to know that you guys are the foremost authority on giving out badass shit-kickings around here, so here's what I'm thinking. You guys mess up the Ontario Colour Show for us tonight in a non-title match... and we'll give you twenty thousand dollars.

Jacob Idol opens his suitcase, revealing that it's full of bundles of money. Jack Norman and Butch Manson exchange incredulous grins, then stare at the suitcase.

J. Norman: Twenty thousand WHAT?

Butch Manson shakes his head and grins.

B. Manson: I think you boys got a deal. Shit, we can buy our own new bikes today without going in debt to the boss with that cash.

Jack Norman seems to be thinking, and he finally frowns.

J. Norman: Hold up. I appreciate the offer and all, but--

R. Solomon: Look. We thought you might need a little extra convincing, big Jack... so we're throwing in a little extra to... y'know, SWEETEN the deal.

Rob Solomon opens his suitcase, revealing that it's full of Three Musketeers' candy bars.

J. Norman: Hot damn! You got a deal.

Jacob Idol pulls a pen and a contract out of his suitcase, folds the suitcase up, and puts the contract on top of it.

J. Idol: All right, you boys just sign this match contract, and we'll leave the suitcases here with you.

Jack Norman and Butch Manson both sign the contract, and Jacob Idol takes it and sets the suitcase down. Rob Solomon also sets his suitcase on the ground.

J. Idol: It's been a pleasure doing business with you, boys. We're looking forward to seeing you kill those punks tonight.

B. Manson: Don't worry about a thing. We got them.

Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon walk away, and Butch Manson opens up the suitcase and grins.

B. Manson: Man, look at all this money!

Jack Norman pats his stomach and licks his lips.

J. Norman: Yeah, and all them Three Musketeers candy bars!

Butch Manson glares at Jack Norman.

B. Manson: Look, now you're just being a retard. Even if we wanted fucking candy bars, do you know how many of 'em we could buy with twenty grand?

J. Norman: No. Hell, why do you gotta go making this shit so complicated!?

Butch Manson shakes his head and mutters something to himself, and the camera pans away from Hell's Bikers, to an ambulance at the other side of the parking lot. The doors near the ambulance open, and a team of medics pushes a stretcher out with Pauline Vietjohn on it. Heather Dannon is walking beside them, looking concerned.

H. Dannon: God... how could this be happening!? D-do you think she'll be okay?

Medic: Right now, we just need to get her treated. We'll know more when we get her to the hospital.

The medics begin loading Pauline Vietjohn into the back of the ambulance, but Komachi and Virginia rush out of the doors behind them. Komachi runs from behind and clobbers Heather Dannon with a stiff punch to the back, and she falls to her hands and knees on the pavement.

Virginia: You thought we were done? Hell, you're BOTH going to the hospital.

One of the medics tries to intervene, but Virginia swats him aside with a backhand punch, and the rest of the medics scatter, frightened. Virginia jumps up, grabs the roof of the ambulance, and climbs up on it.

Virginia: Give her here, Komachi. I'm gonna send her straight to hell.

Komachi pulls Heather Dannon up and lifts her up in a Gorilla Press, and Virginia crouches down and pulls her up onto the roof of the ambulance. One of the medics tries to approach, but Komachi raises a fist and glares at him, and he stops in his tracks. On top of the ambulance, Virginia pulls Heather Dannon into a standing headscissors, then lifts her for a power bomb.

Medic: No! Stop! You can't--

Virginia ignores his warning and flings Heather Dannon off of the roof of the ambulance with a power bomb. The broad side of the ambulance is between the camera and the side of the ambulance Heather was thrown off of, blocking the view, so the camera doesn't see her hit, but a meaty smacking noise of flesh on concrete can clearly be heard. The medics gasp in horror, and Virginia climbs down from the ambulance roof, and Komachi hugs her and pats her on the back.

Virginia: You like that? Let's just see what's left of her...

Virginia and Komachi walk around to the other side of the ambulance, and the camera follows them. When they get there, Heather Dannon is laid out on the pavement in a twisted heap, not moving, with a pool of blood trickling from her head. When the camera cuts back to Virginia, she's staring in horror.

Virginia: Oh, FUCK. I... I did THAT?

Komachi looks down at Heather Dannon coldly and emotionlessly, then back at Virginia. As Virginia stares down at Heather Dannon, she looks down at her hands, a smile slowly begins to creep onto her face.

Virginia: Wow. I... I mean, DAMN. I guess we don't have to worry about HER any more, do we?

Komachi smiles and takes Virginia's hand, and they begin walking away from the scene, as medics rush forward frantically to treat Heather Dannon. And on that note, the camera fades out on the parking lot scene.

We're back, on what is turning out to be a very grim, very dangerous night. Already, we've seen Virginia and Komachi perhaps seriously injure Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn, and we know that Crimson will be trying to take out Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, and Jack Norman and Butch Manson have been hired to assault the Ontario Colour Show. If this trend continues, we could witness a staggering body count tonight by the time the dust has cleared.

Actually, we'll be seeing Russel "The Muscle" Taylor in singles competition right now! "Holding Out For A Hero" by Bonnie Tyler is playing, and the crowd cheers as Russel "The Muscle" Taylor comes out of the backstage entrance and jogs to the ring, slapping hands with the fans! As we saw last week, he scored a pinfall victory over Crimson in a six-man tag team match, raising his stock considerably in the eyes of VCW viewers, but earning Crimson's wrath. He'd better be watching his back at all times tonight, because now we know that Crimson's here, and he's coming for revenge! But right now, Russel Taylor's ready to compete as he stops and stretches in the ring.

But then "Tziganne" by Bozzio, Levin, and Stevens begins playing, and that brings out Monty Pompous, accompanied by Jockey Oldcastle, to a chorus of boos from the crowd! The Knights of the Squared Circle will each be competing in singles competition tonight, and Monty Pompous is in a bit of a high stakes position. He's undefeated right now in VCW, and tonight that undefeated streak is on the line against the man who beat the VCW World Champion one week ago. To be perfectly frank, with Monty Pompous's current undefeated record, a win over Russel Taylor tonight would easily be the extra feather in his cap to catapult him into the main event scene here in VCW.

Monty Pompous stops on the outside of the ring to confer strategy with Jockey Oldcastle, then steps into the ring. Once inside, he carefully takes off his shirt and breeches and hands them outside to him. Monty Pompous rolls his shoulders and neck and cracks his knuckles, then turns around to Russel Taylor, as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring to call for the bell!

Monty Pompous
w/Jockey Oldcastle

Russel Taylor goes to lock up, but Monty Pompous stops him, then challenges him to a posing contest. Russel Taylor seems reluctant to go along with that, but Monty Pompous drops down to one knee and flexes anyway, showing off his impressive physique. Russel Taylor shrugs, then flexes his own muscles, showing that, if anything, he's more solid and toned than Monty Pompous is! But as he's kneeling and posing, Monty Pompous rushes him and floors him with a cheap shot, then begins angrily stomping and kicking at him! He didn't like being shown up there, and he's going to take it out on Russel Taylor!

Monty Pompous pulls Russel Taylor up and knees him in the midsection, then pulls him into a standing headscissors. He starts to lift for a piledriver, but Russel Taylor backdrops out of it! Monty Pompous crashes to the mat back-first, and Russel Taylor backs into the ropes, then comes off to nail him with a clothesline when he stands! Monty Pompous goes down, and Russel Taylor runs into the ropes again, and cuts him down with a second clothesline when he gets up again! Monty Pompous starts to pull himself up, but when Russel Taylor runs into the ropes this time Jockey Oldcastle trips him, and he staggers forward into a taste of his own medicine when Monty Pompous cuts HIM down with a clothesline!

The crowd boos, but Bobcat McGavin didn't see the trip, and Monty Pompous has the upper hand. He pulls Russel Taylor up and gives him another knee to the midsection, then locks him in an abdominal stretch. Russel Taylor grimaces in pain, but he can't be done yet, and he's already fighting the hold with determination and strength! The crowd cheers him on... but then they begin booing, because Crimson's coming out of the backstage entrance! The crowd boos as Crimson walks to the ring and slides inside! Bobcat McGavin steps in his way and begins lecturing him, but Crimson casually picks him up, sets him aside gently, then grabs Russel Taylor by the hair! Monty Pompous releases the abdominal stretch and says something to him... and Crimson grabs Monty by the hair with his other hand, then bangs their heads together!! Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell, and it looks like we'll have to throw this match out.

Monty Pompous goes down, and Russel Taylor staggers back, but he steadies himself and throws a punch at Crimson! But Crimson blocks, then levels Russel Taylor with a huge right hand of his own! Russel Taylor goes down, and starts to get back up, but Crimson rushes him and nearly kicks his head clean off with a big boot!! Russel Taylor goes down hard, and the crowd boos as Crimson smirks down at him! He's mugging Russel Taylor right out here in the middle of the ring, and he just doesn't care about anything else!

Crimson pulls Russel Taylor up into a standing headscissors, preparing to give him a power bomb, but Monty Pompous gets up, looking angry, and he grabs Crimson from behind! He hooks him in a cobra clutch, then lifts... SWASHBUCKLER!! The crowd actually explodes into loud cheers as Monty Pompous drops Crimson with the Swashbuckler! He soaks in the cheers, then spits on Crimson's fallen body and turns to the crowd, pointing to his brain and smirking... but behind him, Crimson's getting up, looking positively murderous! Jockey Oldcastle shouts a warning, and Monty Pompous turns around... but Crimson grabs his throat! He lifts... CHOKESLAM!! Monty Pompous crashes to the canvas hard, and lays there without moving!

Crimson just shrugged off the Swashbuckler and planted Monty Pompous, and somehow it seems doubtful that Monty Pompous will similarly shrug off the Chokeslam. Crimson stands over Monty Pompous, pointing down at him, cursing, and muttering threats, and then he grabs him by the throat and starts to pull him up again! But on the outside, Jockey Oldcastle just grabbed a chair, and he's entering the ring to defend his partner! Crimson starts to lift Monty Pompous for another Chokeslam, but Jockey Oldcastle whacks him in the back with the chair, and he goes down to his hands and knees!

Jockey Oldcastle gathers up Monty Pompous and drags him out of the ring as Crimson begins getting up, and they begin retreating backstage. Obviously, after seeing what happened to his partner, Jockey Oldcastle knows better than to overstay his welcome in the ring with Crimson. Crimson gets up and glares out of the ring at them, talking trash... but behind him, Russel Taylor just got up! He raises his right arm high in the air, crosses himself, and pats his right elbow, then winds it up and goes into a three-point stance! The crowd cheers loudly, and Crimson turns around... right into a HUGE LEAPING ELBOWSMASH!! Crimson goes flying to the mat, and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor crouches over him, raining right hands down on him! That's the same move he beat Crimson with last week, and now he's opening up on him with some heavy offense! Russel Taylor's beating the hell out of Crimson!!

J. Applebee: All right, stop it right there, you two!! Stop it RIGHT NOW!!

Hold it, VCW Commissioner James Applebee just stepped out of the backstage entrance, and he looks furious! Russel Taylor immediately steps off of Crimson, putting his hands up and apologizing, but Crimson bolts to his feet, snarling, and draws back a fist.

J. Applebee: Crimson, you throw that punch and you're throwing your VCW career in the trash.

Crimson hesitates, but finally turns away from Russel Taylor to point at James Applebee and say something to him that the cameras don't pick up.

J. Applebee: With Heather and Pauline carried out of here in an ambulance, and people putting hits out on other people backstage, I see a trend tonight, and I'm stopping it here. I'm not gonna sit by and watch half the roster get carried out of here on stretchers. So I'm laying down the law. Crimson, you aren't booked tonight, you have NO legitimate business here in this arena, so I'm giving you FIVE MINUTES to get off the arena grounds. If you don't leave, or if you leave and come back, I'm STRIPPING you of the VCW World Title and putting it up next week in a seven-man tournament... and the reason it's seven-man is because just to spite you, I'll give Russel Taylor a bye in the first round!!

Wow! The crowd cheers loudly, but Crimson's irate as he curses at James Applebee from inside the ring.

J. Applebee: I wouldn't waste time talking if I were you. You have five minutes... starting NOW.

James Applebee looks down at his wristwatch. Crimson snarls at Russel Taylor and mutters something to him, but steps over the top rope and begins walking up the aisle, as the crowd cheers wildly. A "NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!" chant starts in the crowd, and Crimson looks around and yells at them as he walks up the aisle. He stops and says something nasty to James Applebee at the top of the ramp, then walks backstage. James Applebee just ignores him, then turns to Russel Taylor.

J. Applebee: And Russel... I can't kick Jack Norman and Butch Manson out of the building, because they're signed to a match and theoretically have legitimate business here. So they're still backstage. I'm not giving you any orders, but I'm giving you a very strong SUGGESTION to hit the showers, head back to your hotel, and call it a night, because if there's any more of this kind of trouble on my show, I'm gonna hand out some serious fines and suspensions, and I might not care who started it.

Russel Taylor nods, and he begins heading backstage too. James Applebee just kicked the VCW World Champion out of the building, and it's good to see the law getting laid down a little bit. Maybe this will curb the trend of mayhem and injury we've seen early on tonight. With order restored, James Applebee heads backstage. Now maybe we can return to some normalcy around this place...

... or not, as "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system. We won't see much that could be considered normal with these goofs. The Jolly Rogers, "Dastardly" Dave Adams and "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot come out of the backstage entrance, along with their strange lackeys, Nurse Vivacia, Seaman Staines, and Roger the Cabin Boy. They all walk to the ring, and Dave Adams climbs inside and grabs a microphone.

D. Adams: Look alive, me hearties, and be knowing this: last week, we got robbed. And I don't mean we got cheated out of a victory, cause we WON our match... I mean we literally got robbed. We had valuable possessions stolen from us, when anybody could tell you that we rightfully stole them first. And after watching a tape of last week's show, I know who the culprits are. Brian Rivera... Marylin Silvera... get your no-good, scurvy asses out here before I track you down and kick 'em up between your shoulders!

Dave Adams is referring to last week, when Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera pilfered a small bag of valuables from their locker room in the midst of a rather stupid incident. But it doesn't seem likely that they'll just give the loot back... or maybe they will, as "What'chu Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker begins playing, and Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera begin walking to the ring! Brian Rivera's carrying the little pouch of loot, and he grabs a microphone as they walk to the ring and climb inside. Dave Adams is looking at them angrily and warily... he doesn't trust them, and you can't really blame him.

D. Adams: All right, lads. You had your fun, and the joke's on us. Now give us back our booty or prepare to cross swords with the Jolly Rogers.

Hold it, Marylin Silvera grabbed a microphone!

M. Silvera: Well, boys, if it's booty you want, I'm sure I've got all the booty you can handle.

D. Adams: D'arr!! I already used that joke last week, ya man-kissing faggosexual!

Marylin Silvera giggles, and Brian Rivera steps forward, holding out the pouch of loot with a sheepish expression on his face.

B. Rivera: Hey, man. We already done spent most of it on hookers, forties, and weed. My bad. But I got a deal for you, Captain Hook. We'll give you back what's left... if you can hook us up with some hot action tonight, my friend.

Brian Rivera gives Nurse Vivacia a suggestive leer, and Dave Adams sighs and rolls his eyes in disgust.

D. Adams: Fine! Give us the loot, and you can have a private appointment with our ship's medic, the lovely Nurse Vivacia.

Brian Rivera hands over the pouch of loot, and Dave Adams snatches it angrily from him. Nurse Vivacia starts to approach Brian Rivera with a suggestive smile, but Marylin Silvera steps forward.

M. Silvera: Not to take anything away from the lovely Vivacia, but I'm looking to plunge my vessel into uncharted waters... to explore virgin territory, if you will. So if it's all the same to you, I'll just be inviting your supple young cabin boy below decks to shiver my timbers.

Marylin Silvera approaches Roger the Cabin Boy, puckering his lips and extending a hand... but Dave Adams snarls at him, then tosses the loot aside and jumps him from behind! Nurse Vivacia sees that, and quickly kicks Brian Rivera in the crotch, and Tom Guycot grabs him and tosses him out of the ring! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and it looks like we have an impromptu match!

Jolly Rogers
w/Nurse Vivacia, Seaman Staines, & Roger the Cabin Boy

Dave Adams and Tom Guycot use the element of surprise to their advantage and work over Marylin Silvera early on for a few minutes. As his wrestling ability and size advantage come into play, the match becomes more even, and he tags in Brian Rivera. The two teams face off for a while, and Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera show off superior wrestling ability, while the dirty tricks of the Jolly Rogers and some outside interference from their cohorts keeps them in the match. Finally, Marylin Silvera gets Tom Guycot in his Sleeperhold, and the crowd cheers as Guycot thrashes around wildly, sensing the near end... but then Tom Guycot counters it with a jawbreaker. Both men go down, crawl to their corners, and make hot tags.

Brian Rivera comes in and starts cleaning house on both of the Jolly Rogers with some nice, quick offense. He dumps Tom Guycot to the outside, then hits his stupid jiggy punches on Dave Adams, then takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker! He goes to the top turnbuckle, yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!" and comes off with a flying legdrop, but when he goes for the pin Tom Guycot slides into the ring to break it up! Marylin Silvera comes in, dumps Tom Guycot, and starts beating on him on the outside of the ring, and Brian Rivera pulls Dave Adams up and hooks him for the Bitch Slap! But Dave Adams breaks free and shoves Brian Rivera forward, then grabs him when he turns around and hits the DOCTOR'S ORDERS!! Brian Rivera's down... and on the outside of the ring, Roger the Cabin Boy just lifted his shirt, showing off his pale, hairless, scrawny chest! That kid makes Troy Black look like Russel Taylor... but Marylin Silvera stops and stares at him! And while he's distracted, Dave Adams covers Brian Rivera and gets the three count!

Roger the Cabin Boy sees that his work here is done, and he quickly recoils in disgust and starts walking away from Marylin Silvera. Inside the ring, Dave Adams smirks, then steps out to exchange a group hug with Tom Guycot and Nurse Vivacia. They just picked up a win over Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera, and presumably have taught them a lesson... but wait, Brian Rivera just rolled out of the ring, too! And before the Jolly Rogers realize what he's doing, he grabs the pouch of loot and begins to hustle backstage with it! Marylin Silvera sees him go, and he falls in step behind him! Dave Adams turns and shouts in rage, and the Jolly Rogers and their cohorts take off after them! While they were celebrating, Brian Rivera made off with their stash AGAIN!!

As that whole parade of goofballs makes their way backstage, we're going to keep right on going with the action. "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as David Wright Hubbard and the Wrecking Crew come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Michelle Hubbard. These are three big, bad surly men, and tonight they're going to get a crack at some of their most hated enemies in Lars Coverdale and the Tough Customers. They all look angry and ready to hurt somebody as they swagger to the ring and climb inside.

But now "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as Lars Coverdale comes out of the backstage entrance, along with the Tough Customers, Bass Rogers and "The Star Player" Darren Michaels!! They're accompanied by Lizzie Carter and Dean Sanders, and they seem like an odd three-man pairing, but there's no denying the talent of any of these men. They come to the ring, and Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!

David Wright Hubbard & Wrecking Crew
w/Michelle Hubbard

Lars Coverdale & Tough Customers
w/Dean Sanders & Lizzie Carter

In the early portions of the match, the Tough Customers and Wrecking Crew face off, with Lars Coverdale getting in some nice, quick offense when he gets tagged in. When he's tagged in, David Wright Hubbard only comes in to hit a few power moves, then tags out again, letting the Wrecking Crew carry most of the match in the early goings. But then Blade manages to ground Lars Coverdale by catching him out of the air with a huge powerslam, and when the Wrecking Crew firmly take the advantage, David Wright Hubbard wants in.

The Wrecking Crew and David Wright Hubbard take control of the match at that point, working Lars Coverdale over with their power offense and keeping him isolated and unable to make a tag for several minutes. Things begin looking bleak for Lars Coverdale when David Wright Hubbard starts bringing out his endgame power offense, hitting a lariat and a power bomb that both get a near-fall. But when he goes up to the top turnbuckle for the Flying Cross Bodypress, Lars Coverdale manages to lunge for the ropes and shake them, causing him to fall crotch-first on the turnbuckle! David Wright Hubbard is straddling the turnbuckle painfully, and in an amazing move of athleticism (especially for someone who's been beaten on for the past several minutes) Lars Coverdale springs up on the top rope and lashes out with a superkick, catching David Wright Hubbard square on the chin!! Lars Coverdale immediately loses his balance and falls back to the canvas, but David Wright Hubbard topples off of the turnbuckle and lands on the apron, then rolls off to a heap on the floor!

Now the effects of the beating Lars has endured seem to kick in, because they both stay down for a few seconds before they begin to stir. David Wright Hubbard climbs back into the ring and tags in Blade... but Lars Coverdale crawls to his corner and makes the tag to Darren Michaels!! Darren Michaels comes in and begins cleaning house on Blade and anyone else from the opposing team who dares to set foot in the ring with him! Bass Rogers comes in to deal with John Uldwall, and Lars Coverdale and David Wright Hubbard begin brawling on the outside!

Darren Michaels hammers Blade with a series of big power moves, and a power bomb gets a count of two and nine-tenths before Blade throws a shoulder up! Seeing that his partner is almost gone, John Uldwall hits Bass Rogers with a desperate low blow, then slides into the ring and clobbers Darren Michaels from behind when he gets up! Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Michelle Hubbard grabs Lars Coverdale's hair from behind, distracting him long enough for David Wright Hubbard to mow him down with a LARIAT!! David Wright Hubbard and Michelle Hubbard begin stomping and kicking at Lars Coverdale on the floor, while Brendan Powers is watching the action inside the ring and doesn't see them... but Lizzie Carter just climbed up onto the apron, and then to the top turnbuckle!! David Wright Hubbard and Michelle Hubbard turn and see her... but she leaps off and takes them both out with a CORKSCREW PLANCHA!! Wow! Who knew Lizzie could fly like that!?

Back in the ring, Darren Michaels counters an attempted power bomb by John Uldwall with a big backdrop, sending him down, then rushes him and tackles him to the mat with a SPEAR as he gets up!! John Uldwall deflates and rolls out of the ring, clutching his midsection... but Blade is up! Darren Michaels turns back to Blade... and Blade rushes him and takes him down with a spinning leg lariat!! Darren Michaels goes down hard, but Bass Rogers just jumped up on the apron! Blade turns to talk trash at him, and takes a swing at him, but Bass Rogers blocks, then nails Blade with a massive right hand of his own! Blade staggers back with the force of the blow... into a roll-up from behind by Darren Michaels!! Brendan Powers counts... and gets three!! Darren Michaels pulled out the victory!

The Tough Customers just won the match... but on the outside of the ring, John Uldwall just grabbed a chair! Bass Rogers steps down from the apron to confront him, and John Uldwall brings the chair down hard on his head with a devestating chairshot! Bass Rogers staggers back, then bellows loudly and lunges forward to headbutt the chair back into John Uldwall's face... but John Uldwall swings the chair again, and Bass Rogers's head meets the unforgiving steel without driving it back much!! Bass Rogers goes down on the floor, and the crowd boos... it appears that John Uldwall was too strong for Bass Rogers to headbutt the chair into his face!

John Uldwall slides into the ring with the chair, but Darren Michaels sees him as he comes in and starts stomping him and clubbing him with forearm shots. John Uldwall drops the chair, but tackles Darren Michaels to the mat, and the two begin rolling around on the ground, trading punches! Blade gets up and prepares to help, but Dean Sanders slides into the ring and begins hammering him with punches, which he starts returning! Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, David Wright Hubbard goes for a lariat on Lars Coverdale, but he ducks, then kicks him in the midsection! Lizzie Carter doubles Michelle Hubbard over with a kick at the same time, and the two of them each give their opponents stereo Rocker Droppers on the ramp!!

There's chaos in and around the ring... but finally, the H.A.R.P. Squad is coming out to pull the fights apart and break it up. The Wrecking Crew and the Tough Customers aren't gonna stop without being forcibly seperated... there may have to be a more decisive outcome to this rivarly before it's all said and done. As order is restored at ringside, we're going to go backstage again, where Butch Manson and Jack Norman are entering their locker room!

Butch Manson and Jack Norman are preparing to enter a dressing room. They're still carrying their suitcases full of money and candy.

B. Manson: All right. Let's get ready. We're on after the TV Title match.

As he opens the door, Brian Rivera approaches them, carrying a bottle of Jim Beam.

B. Rivera: Hey, word up, Harley Davidson! I heard y'all had some money now, so maybe I could interest you in a bottle of good old hillbilly liquor!

J. Norman: Hey, yeah! I bet it goes good with Three Musketeers candy bars!

B. Manson: Yeah, sure. Whatever. Thanks, buddy.

Butch Manson snatches the bottle of Jim Beam away from Brian Rivera by its neck.

B. Rivera: Hey, hold up! I wasn't meaning I'm just finna GIVE that shit to you! Y'all best give me an Andrew Jackson for that, yo!

B. Manson: Fuck off, you jive-talking wigger.

Butch Manson shoves Brian Rivera back, then draws back the bottle of Jim Beam and breaks it over his head, sending Brian Rivera crashing to the floor in a spray of broken glass and whiskey. Butch Manson glares down at him, then steps into the locker room with Jack Norman and closes the door, but it sticks and stays open just a crack. As Brian Rivera begins to pull himself up off of the ground, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor happens upon the scene, dressed in a VCW T-shirt and blue jeans.

R. Taylor: Oh, no! What happened to you!?

B. Rivera: Aw, man... them ol' bikers busted a bottle of Jim Beam over my head.

R. Taylor: Oh, my! That's terrible! I may not agree with your taste in music or the company you keep, but you shouldn't have to endure this kind of treatment. I have to stop Crimson and his vile henchman! ... Is there anything I can do to help you?

B. Rivera: Naw, that's all right, He-Man. Thanks just the same. But you best watch your back, too.

Brian Rivera gets up and walks away, and Russel Taylor begins to head on his way, but Sophie approaches him in the hall, wearing a Yellow Submarine T-shirt and red sweatpants, near the door to Hell's Bikers' locker room.

Sophie: Hey! RUSSEL!!

Sophie squeals excitedly and gives Russel Taylor a friendly hug.

Sophie: I'm SOOOO glad to see you again. You really helped me out with the succubus demon, and you're the only one who believed in me when I was fighting to save the universe... how've you been?

R. Taylor: Hi, Sophie. I'm doing all right. I'm just... a little distressed by all of the evil and terrible things plaguing VCW.

Sophie: Well... if I can save the universe, you can save VCW, right? You're gonna beat Crimson and Gabriel Black and David Wright Hubbard and all those guys and set everything right... aren't you?

R. Taylor: I'm going to give it my best effort. Sometimes it seems like I'm all alone in the fight against evil, but I will persevere! No matter what the cost to me, or how long it takes, I won't rest until VCW's wrongs are righted and terrible people no longer perform malicious actions against others!

Sophie: Cool!! ... So, anyway, can you buy me dinner tonight? I kinda spent all of my money on a new pair of rollerblades and some anime DVDs and video games, and I've got like sixty cents left.

R. Taylor: Um... sure. I have to leave the building and lay low so I won't get in another unsanctioned fight with Crimson again anyway.

Sophie: All right! Can we go to Willard's Truck Stop?

R. Taylor: What's that?

Sophie: I'll show you. It's this place about fifteen miles east of here, and they serve chicken-fried steaks and cheesy fries there, and they're SOOOOO good!

R. Taylor: I don't see why not. Let's go, then. Those no-good rascals Jack Norman and Butch Manson are still in the building, and I don't want to cause any trouble with them.

Russel Taylor and Sophie walk away from the door. But after a few seconds, the slight crack in it opens a bit, and Butch Manson's face looks out, grinning deviously. He leaves the room and walks down the hall to a payphone, then puts in a few quarters and starts dialling as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and ready to go ahead with some more in-ring action. "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin begins playing over the backstage entrance, and the crowd boos as Rob Solomon comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity, Derek Cole, "Superstar" Sean Black, and Jacob Idol. Sheesh, this guy has a regular army coming down to the ring with him! He'll be facing Johnny Smiles in the next match, and with this entourage, it looks like he'll have the deck stacked heavily in his favor! He climbs into the ring and cracks his knuckles, preparing for the match...

And now "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd explodes into cheers as Johnny Smiles steps out of the backstage entrance! He looks down the aisle at the posse awaiting him in and around the ring, and he grabs a microphone! He seems like he'll have something to say...

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEERRRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd cheers loudly.

J. Smiles: All right, guys, I know why you're here. You don't want me making it to Gabriel Black's debate next week, do you? You don't want a master debator like me to make a fool out of your friend, relative, and comrade in arms. And so tonight, not only do I have to face Rob Solomon, the man who shares his finishing maneuver with the elite likes of the Super Giant Ninja... but I also have to contend with the rest of you clowns.

Sean Black steps forward, shouting at Johnny Smiles without a microphone, and nothing gets picked up by the cameras other than an especially loud exclamation of "...so shut the FUCK up!!" at the end.

J. Smiles: But then there's Jasmina Chastity, and anybody with any sense SHOULD be worried about her. For one thing, it looks to me, these days, like her arms are bigger around than the Superstar's.

Oh, man... Sean Black is really starting to lose his cool! He shouts a few more obscenities at Johnny Smiles, but Johnny Smiles just shrugs them off.

J. Smiles: And that's to say nothing of the rest of her. Her obscenely gargantuan breast implants certainly put her well out of my weight class, and from what I've heard her hygiene is so lax that if she applies a headscissors sleeperhold to me, it'll count as a form of biological warfare!

Now Jasmina Chastity joins Sean Black in shouting obscenities at Johnny Smiles! Jacob Idol actually cracks a smile at that, but Jasmina Chastity turns and kicks him sharply in the shin, quickly wiping it off of his face. Johnny Smiles raises the microphone again, but Sean Black has a microphone now too!

S. Black: Kill his mic! If you fuckers in the sound room know what's good for you, you'll kill his goddamn mic right now!!

When Johnny Smiles raises his microphone to speak again, no sound comes out. He stares at it in dismay and taps it a few times, with no results. The crowd boos, and Johnny Smiles stares at Sean Black in disbelief.

S. Black: See, your job description doesn't include spouting off and insulting your betters, boy. Your job is to be a professional wrestler, and WRESTLE in the RING. So get your ass in the ring... if I'm not mistaken, I believe you've got a JOB to do tonight.

Sean Black smirks at Johnny Smiles, and the crowd boos! Johnny Smiles flashes him a brief glare, then slides into the ring and rushes Rob Solomon! Linda Peterson calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

Rob Solomon
w/Jasmina Chastity, Derek Cole, "Superstar" Sean Black, & Jacob Idol

Johnny Smiles comes on strong in the early goings of the match, taking Rob Solomon down several times. Rob Solomon's vaunted striking and kicking skills don't serve him as well as he might hope; early in the match, Johnny Smiles ducks a lariat and takes him down with a dropkick, and on an attempted martial arts kick he catches his foot to bring him down with a dragon screw leg whip. After meeting with little success in the early goings, Rob Solomon rolls out of the ring and stalls, going to consult his entourage for advice and encouragement.

After a while, Rob Solomon climbs back in the ring, locks up with Johnny Smiles, and drives a knee into his midsection right out of the lockup. He takes control of the match at that point, pounding away at Johnny Smiles and softening up his midsection with kicks, strikes, and occasional gutbusters and shoulder thrusts in the corner. Johnny Smiles frequently manages a counter, then begins to retake the advantage, but each time he is stopped either by a crafty counter from Rob Solomon or by a trip or distraction from one of the cronies at ringside. Naturally, all of this outside interference goes unnoticed by Linda Peterson, who continues to aspire to new heights of incompetence.

Things look especially bad for Johnny Smiles when Rob Solomon puts him in an abdominal stretch, then grabs the ropes for leverage. Linda Peterson fails to see the cheap advantage gained by Rob Solomon as she asks Johnny Smiles to submit, and is incredibly dense about looking up to see if Rob Solomon is using the ropes, looking at all of the wrong times. Finally, it almost seems to be an accident when she looks up and catches Rob Solomon holding the ropes, then begins counting. At four, Rob Solomon grins sheepishly and releases the hold, but the damage has been done, and Johnny Smiles collapses to the mat, after nearly a minute and a half in the abdominal stretch.

Rob Solomon covers Johnny Smiles, but only gets two and three-quarters. A sitdown faceslam only gets two and three-quarters as well, and a straightjacket suplex gets a count of two and nine-tenths. Johnny Smiles is definitely beginning to fade, and Rob Solomon hauls him up, whips him into the ropes, and charges him with a LARIAT... no, Johnny Smiles ducks, and catches Rob Solomon on the chin with a SUPERKICK when he turns around!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and both men collapse to the canvas!

But Johnny Smiles is too worn and beaten to regain the advantage, and Rob Solomon gets up slightly ahead of him, then cuts him off with a kneelift when he stands. He whips Johnny Smiles to the mat with a snap suplex, then signals for the end and climbs to the top turnbuckle! This could be all, as Rob Solomon comes off with the KATANA LEGDROP!! But Johnny Smiles rolls out of the way! Rob Solomon lands on his tailbone to a loud burst of cheers, and Johnny Smiles may have one more chance!

They both get up, and Rob Solomon throws a punch, but Johnny Smiles blocks it! He returns fire with three of his own punches, then whips Rob Solomon into a corner, and follows in with his two dropkicks to the chest routine, followed by the usual jackknife pinning hold! That only gets two, but Johnny Smiles follows it up with a Russian legsweep and a swinging neckbreaker, taking control of Rob Solomon as he goes on the offensive (with his battered abdomen making a fairly miraculous recovery)! Rob Solomon's still in the match, but Johnny Smiles takes him down with a vertical suplex, then drops a leg across him and covers for another two count.

Undaunted, Johnny Smiles hits him with an inverted atomic drop, then runs into the ropes... but Jacob Idol trips him from the outside! Johnny Smiles looks back at him and shouts at him, then turns around... into a huge LARIAT!! Rob Solomon hit it! He covers, and Linda Peterson counts... but Johnny Smiles gets a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths!! Rob Solomon gets up, stomping and cursing, then winds his arm up and prepares to strike again as Johnny Smiles gets up. Johnny gets to his feet, and Solomon lunges forward... and Johnny bends down, scoops him across his shoulders as he comes in, turns, and drops him with the SMILEDRIVER!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Johnny Smiles flops down on Rob Solomon as Linda Peterson counts... but Solomon gets a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths!! He kicked out of the Smiledriver!!

They both stay down for a bit, but Johnny Smiles gets to his feet first. Rob Solomon gets up, staggering around; he doesn't know where he is! Johnny Smiles comes up behind him, and grabs him in a COBRA CLUTCH!! Rob Solomon thrashes around and starts flailing wildly, trying to escape the hold, but Johnny has it locked in good! The crowd cheers loudly, and Linda Peterson goes in to check on Rob Solomon... and in his convulsions, he hits her with a glancing backhand that sends her sprawling to the mat! The crowd boos loudly... they know what that means!

Indeed, Jasmina Chastity quickly jumps up on the apron. Johnny Smiles sees her, releases the cobra clutch, and rushes her, and she screams and jumps down again quickly! But at the same time, Jacob Idol slides into the ring, and he charges Johnny Smiles with a clothesline, but Johnny ducks, lifts him on his shoulders, and gives him the SMILEDRIVER!! As Johnny Smiles gets up, Derek Cole enters the ring, balls up his fist, and drives a carefully-aimed jab at his face, but Johnny catches his hand and whips him into the ropes, then knocks him flat with a superkick when he comes off the other side!

Johnny Smiles is cleaning house... but "Superstar" Sean Black just slid into the ring behind him, and he draws his right fist back with a cocky smile! Johnny Smiles turns around, and Sean Black grabs him by the hair and just LEVELS him with a brutally stiff right hand! Johnny Smiles goes limp and collapses to the mat, and Sean Black shakes out his hand, then shoves Jacob Idol and Derek Cole out of the ring, underneath the ropes. Rob Solomon crawls over to Johnny Smiles and throws an arm over his chest, and Sean Black shakes Linda Peterson to wake her, then slides out of the ring! Ken Collins and Lars Coverdale just came running out of the backstage entrance, but they're too late as Linda Peterson looks up, sees the pin, and counts... and gets three! Damn it, Johnny Smiles just got screwed out of a win by Rob Solomon, and it took five people to do it!!

Between a grossly incompetent referee and five-on-one odds, Johnny Smiles just couldn't overcome the brutal circumstances facing him here. Rob Solomon rolls out of the ring and joins his partners in crime on the outside of the ring, keeping well away from Ken Collins and Lars Coverdale. They slide into the ring to help Johnny Smiles to his feet and console him, but they were too late to stop him from getting cheated out of the victory here. As everyone heads backstage, we're going to look backstage at the Ontario Colour Show as they prepare for their non-title match against Jack Norman and Butch Manson!

Paul Canyon is performing stretches on the floor in the Technicians' dressing room to limber himself up, when Owen Addison stands up from a bench, where he was watching the monitor.

O. Addison: We're on next. But before we go out there... I just want to say one thing.

Paul Canyon looks up, then gets to his feet. He looks at Owen Addison as he continues to speak.

O. Addison: We're getting back on track now. Especially after last week. We had our differences... but when we got out to the ring, nothing else mattered. And I just wanted to say... I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm sorry I doubted the team. And... I guess it's possible that... maybe I was wrong. About... well, about a lot of things.

Paul Canyon frowns.

P. Canyon: Nice to have the barn door closed a few months after the horses are all gone.

O. Addison: But... hey, listen. Even just a couple weeks ago, I was doubting you. But I never stopped to think about it until last Monday, you know? It would've been easy for you to go into business for yourself, turn on me, sell me up the river, or whatever, and boost your singles career at my expense. But you didn't, because you were dedicated to being part of a team. THIS team.

P. Canyon: Yeah, well... listen--

O. Addison: No, you listen. It took me a while, but I finally listened to you when you wanted to go after the tag team titles again. And it paid off big. We're back on top again. Everybody wants a shot at us. They're demanding matches, putting out hits on us, fighting for the honor of being in the same ring as the Ontario Colour Show. And after all that... after you worked so hard to convince me and get all of that back... I have no business doubting you again. And I want you to know that you can trust me. Whatever Idol and Solomon or the Bikers or the Wrecking Crew or anyone else might try to pull... you've got a pair of eyes watching your back at all times. And we're gonna hold these titles for a long time to come.

Owen Addison extends his hand, and Paul Canyon hesitates, then smiles and takes it.

P. Canyon: Glad to hear it. ... But there's one thing... maybe I shouldn't tell you, but I think you probably oughtta know. About the whole Jennie situation... after the mess with Brujah was over, she--

O. Addison: Wait. Is this the sort of thing that should wait until after the match?

P. Canyon: ... Yeah. I guess it probably should. Let's keep our minds on the Bikers now. I'll tell you later.

Paul Canyon and Owen Addison walk out of the dressing room, and the camera fades out on the backstage entrance.

We're back, and we're in for what could be quite a hard-fought tag team match between Hell's Bikers and the Ontario Colour Show! "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC begins playing, and that brings out Butch Manson and Jack Norman, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. They walk to the ring, snarling and looking menacing, but Jack Norman is still wearing a denim vest with the Three Musketeers logo on the back of it, which doesn't match well with Butch Manson's black leather jacket covered in metal studs. They have a job to do tonight; they've been told to beat the Ontario Colour Show within an inch of their lives, and they just might do it. They enter the ring and take off their jackets as they wait for their opponents, ignoring the booing crowd.

And then "Achilles Last Stand" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, and the crowd explodes into cheers as the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, come out of the backstage entrance, along with Tim Bell! They're wearing the VCW World Tag Team Title belts, but they won't be defending them; since Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon are still the number-one contenders, this is a non-title match. These two teams have met many times before, but as Owen Addison mentioned earlier, the tag team scene is really heating up, and right now Hell's Bikers have a lot of incentive to pound the champions into oblivion, even in this non-title match. They enter the ring, and Brendan Powers calls for the bell to begin the match!

Ontario Colour Show
w/Tim Bell

The Ontario Colour Show controls the early portions of the match with their superior skill, quickness, and teamwork, working as an efficient unit to confound their larger opponents. Even when one of the Bikers gets a lucky shot in, it's not long before some skilled counter-wrestling brings the advantage back in the favor of the Ontario Colour Show. Jack Norman, unable to get his hands on his opponents, just gets enraged and starts attacking wildly, but the Ontario Colour Show evade his inaccurate, wild attacks and bring him down with their own precision offense.

After going down to a Paul Canyon dropkick, Jack Norman rolls out of the ring, then begins conferring with Butch Manson on the floor. Clearly, they need to make a new plan to defeat the Ontario Colour Show... but as they're talking, Paul Canyon runs at them and leaps out over the top rope with a high-flying cross bodypress to the floor!! But Jack Norman and Butch Manson catch him, then run with him and ram him back-first into the steel ringpost! Jack Norman rolls him back into the ring, then climbs in himself. He gives Paul Canyon a mean backbreaker, then tags in Butch Manson, and Hell's Bikers take control of the match.

Jack Norman and Butch Manson keep Paul Canyon isolated in their half of the ring, beating on him and working over his back. They don't make any pin attempts during their dominating offense, and that's to be expected; they were hired to beat the hell out of the Ontario Colour Show, not to defeat them in a match. Several times, Paul Canyon will counter one of their moves and nearly make a tag, but each time one of his opponents will cut him off just before he makes the tag. As the match drags on and Paul Canyon suffers in the ring, Owen Addison and Tim Bell look increasingly concerned.

Finally, Jack Norman drives Paul Canyon to the mat with a huge power bomb, then looks around at the crowd and signals for the Chokeslam! The crowd boos, and Jack Norman pulls Paul Canyon up, then grabs his throat and starts to lift, but Paul Canyon elbows him in the side of the head! Jack Norman loses his grip and staggers back, then rushes Paul Canyon with a clothesline, but Canyon ducks! Jack Norman turns around... into a dropkick! He staggers back, pinwheeling his arms, and falls on his butt in his corner! Butch Manson tags himself in as Paul Canyon begins crawling to his corner, and grabs him by the ankle to drag him back... but Paul Canyon fights his way up to one foot, then hops up and drills Butch Manson with an enzuigiri! He goes down, and Paul Canyon lunges forward and makes the tag to Owen Addison!

Owen Addison comes in and starts cleaning house, overcoming both members of Hell's Bikers with quick takedown maneuvers, then tossing Jack Norman to hit some big offensive moves on Butch Manson. Paul Canyon recovers enough to climb to the top turnbuckle and hit a flying cross bodypress from the top turnbuckle to the floor on Jack Norman, as Owen Addison takes Butch Manson down with a reverse neckbreaker, then a snap suplex, which he follows with a jumping neck snap while Butch Manson is down. Butch Manson starts to get up again, but Owen Addison slips behind him, clobbers him with a forearm to the back of the neck, then lifts him and brings him down with a belly-to-back suplex!! Butch Manson's really taking a beating here!

Paul Canyon gets up from the floor and exchanges a look with Owen Addison, and then he goes up to the top turnbuckle as Owen Addison lifts Butch Manson on his shoulders! They're going for their elevated flying somersault neckbreaker combo, and that could end this match... but Jack Norman's up, and he has a chair! Before Paul Canyon can take flight, Jack Norman rushes up behind him and whacks him in the back, knocking him off of the top turnbuckle! That was in plain view of Brendan Powers, and he calls for the bell to disqualify Hell's Bikers!

Hell's Bikers have been disqualified, but their purpose was never to win this match; it was to annihilate the Ontario Colour Show! Owen Addison drops Butch Manson from his shoulders as Jack Norman slides into the ring, and he runs forward and grabs Jack Norman in a front facelock before he can get up with the chair! He rides Jack Norman down to the mat, keeping the front facelock on... but Butch Manson gets back up, and he comes from behind and clobbers Owen Addison in the back of the head! He pulls Owen Addison off of Jack Norman, and holds him still by the hair... and Jack Norman rushes forward and NAILS Owen square in the face with the chair, sending him sprawling to the mat in a heap!

The crowd boos loudly, and Paul Canyon starts to get up, but Jack Norman rushes forward and whacks him with the chair too, then sets the chair up nearby! He lifts Paul Canyon up with a rear gutwrench, then gives him an UGLY sidewalk slam on the extended seat of the set-up chair! Paul Canyon writhes in pain on the mat, and Jack Norman grins, then signals for the Chokeslam... but on the outside, Tim Bell just grabbed a chair of his own, and he slides into the ring with it! He's injured, and one false move could seriously aggravate that injury, but he's still ready to try and help his friends!

Jack Norman turns and sees him coming in, but Tim Bell drives the edge of his chair into Jack Norman's stomach, doubling him over, then quickly drops the chair and gives Jack Norman a DDT on it!! The crowd erupts into cheers, but Butch Manson just folded up the other chair again, and as Tim Bell gets up he runs forward and BLASTS him square in the head with it! The crowd lets out an "oooh" as Tim Bell falls to the canvas, possibly seriously hurt! He already has an injured neck, and that chairshot from Butch Manson may have squashed his spinal column!

All three members of the Technicians have been laid to waste, and Butch Manson drops the chair, grinning, and hauls Jack Norman's semi-conscious carcass out of the ring. Butch Manson grabs a Three Musketeers candy bar from the pocket of his jacket at ringside, unwraps it, and feeds it to Jack Norman, and Norman comes to life again with a sudden burst of strength. But fortunately, they're heading backstage, and not a moment too soon. The Ontario Colour Show has been battered to hell, Tim Bell may be seriously hurt, and it looks like Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon may have gotten their money's worth in this beating.

As some medics begin to tend to the Technicians, we're going to take a look at a backstage interview with the SJW World Tag Team Champions, Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten, as they prepare to defend their titles in just a few moments! Let's look at that now:

Ziggy Adderloaf is backstage with Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten, Yuri Sonoda. Sumiko the stuffed cat is sitting behind them in a chair, and both women are dressed to wrestle and wearing the SJW World Tag Team Title belts.

Z. Adderloaf: Hi, Christina, Yuri. In just a few moments, you're going to be defending the SJW World Tag Team Titles again, against the Confederate Bombshells, a tag team that's really been tearing up the West Coast independent women's scene. But let me ask you... in these days when it seems like true, untainted success is a rare thing in the circle you run with, are you worried your SJW World Tag Team Title reign will be cut short at any moment?

C. Ellis: Well, Ziggy... for that to happen, somebody'd have to beat us. And I know there are a lot of tough opponents lined up waiting to get that chance... the Confederate Bombshells tonight, and Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn, and those two chickenshit bitches who jumped them after their match, Komachi and Virginia. But we're not ducking anybody. Yuri's a little green, and I myself still have a little to learn, but you won't find another team out there with the same kind of energy and enthusiasm that we're riding on right now.

P. Kitten: And... you say that success is a rare thing among our friends? I think all of us would agree that we measure success by happiness, and that is not something we lack. We all have a lot of joy in our lives, and we won't allow that to slip away. And if anyone tries to rain on our picnic, then... we'll... set up umbrellas, or go inside!!

Z. Adderloaf: So, how about tonight's--

Ziggy Adderloaf is cut off as Lady Erica Whitmore walks onto the scene. She's wearing a dark red evening gown, and the same kinds of jewelry and finery she wore in the Golden Society.

L.E. Whitmore: I'm terribly sorry to interrupt this interview, but I'm certain Ziggy couldn't have been saying anything important anyway. I just wanted to wish you both good luck in tonight's match.

P. Kitten: Um... thanks, I guess...

L.E. Whitmore: You're welcome. Please, do try not to lose to these two nobodies tonight. It'd be a disgrace to those titles you wear so proudly... and more importantly, I'm looking forward to personally having a hand in stopping all this talk of youthful enthusiasm and girl power and taking those titles off of your waists.

P. Kitten: You? I mean... no offense, it's just that we... um... you aren't--

C. Ellis: What Yuri's too polite to tell you is that either one of us could kick your ass with one arm tied behind our backs and the other arm helping you out. You see, SJW competition isn't like WWE women's competition; you need more than nice boobs and a pretty face to be a title contender around here. So stop wasting our time.

Lady Erica Whitmore just laughs.

L.E. Whitmore: Dear me, no. Of course I'm not intending to lower myself to facing you in the ring personally. I just wanted to inform you that I have some associates who have their hearts set on taking those titles away from you. So do try to hold onto them for a few more weeks.

Lady Erica Whitmore walks away with a superior smile on her face, and Christina Ellis glares after her as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and the Confederate Bombshells are already in the ring. They're wearing red spandex sports bras and shorts with a Rebel flag "stars and bars" pattern on them. Gwen Jackson is the surly looking woman with tattooed arms and dark red hair, and "Terrific" Telly Underwood is the young, spritely one with short blond hair. The crowd's booing them, but they could be the next SJW World Tag Team Champions if Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten don't focus on this defense first.

But now "Star Cycle" by Jeff Beck begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten, the SJW World Tag Team Champions, come out of the backstage entrance! They're smiling and eager for action as they jog out of the backstage entrance and head to the ring, slapping hands with the fans in the aisles on their way. They slide into the ring and hand the titles off to Jerry Rogers, who calls for the bell to begin this match!

The Pink Kitten stays in the ring to start the match off, along with Gwen Jackson. They step forward, and Gwen Jackson offers a handshake to her. The crowd (and Christina Ellis) groans in dismay, but the Pink Kitten takes the handshake... and Gwen Jackson slaps her right across the face with her other hand! She laughs about it, but the Pink Kitten just looks back at her with a hurt, questioning look! She starts saying something to Gwen Jackson... and Gwen Jackson spits a large, brown streak of tobacco juice into her face! The Pink Kitten stumbles back a step, puts a hand to her face in disgust, and then stares up at Gwen Jackson, incredulous and nearly in tears... and she just sees a smirk and Gwen Jackson's extended middle finger!

That finally provokes the Pink Kitten to anger, and she charges forward and starts hammering Gwen Jackson in the face with a series of rapid punches! Gwen Jackson goes down, and the Pink Kitten straddles her, blasting her with more punches to the face, but Gwen Jackson reaches up and gouges her with a thumb to the eyes! The Pink Kitten rolls off of her, holding her face in pain, and goes to tag in Christina Ellis. She tags out, takes off her mask, and begins wiping her face with a towel from the timekeeper's table... but Christina Ellis practically bolts into the ring with unbridled fury!

Gwen Jackson's up... and Christina Ellis rushes her and FLATTENS her with a stiff right hand! Gwen Jackson gets up, and Christina Ellis grabs her by the hair, pulls her face-first into a kneelift, then turns and flings her to the mat with a hard hair-assisted snap mare that threatens to seperate her scalp from her skull! Christina Ellis glares down at Gwen Jackson and yells "GET UP, YOU BITCH!" at her, and Gwen Jackson gets to her feet... and Christina Ellis drops her with a thunderous right hand, to an explosion of cheers from the crowd! Christina Ellis isn't happy about the degrading abuse Yuri just took, and she's returning the favor to Gwen Jackson!

Gwen Jackson rolls out of the ring and begins walking up the aisle, waving dismissively at the ring. She's going to take a walk on this match! Christina Ellis shakes her head in disgust and contempt, but Telly Underwood jumps down from the apron and rushes to her side. Telly Underwood says something to Gwen Jackson, and finally she seems to convince her to come back to the ring. Gwen Jackson climbs up on the apron and tags in Telly Underwood, who comes in and locks up with Christina Ellis. Underwood grabs a headlock out of the lockup and smiles cheerfully at her success, but Christina Ellis grabs her around the waist, lifts her, and brings her down with a belly-to-back suplex!

Yuri Sonoda, no longer in her Pink Kitten mask, is back up on the apron now, and Christina Ellis tags her in. Telly Underwood starts to get up, but Yuri runs forward and takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker! She pulls Telly Underwood up again and whips her into the ropes, then hits her with a standing dropkick when she comes off! Telly Underwood is down again, and Yuri Sonoda rushes her with a clothesline when she gets up, but Telly Underwood ducks, then whirls and knocks Yuri Sonoda down with a clothesline of her own when she turns around! The crowd boos, and Telly Underwood smirks and points to her brain, then tags in Gwen Jackson.

Gwen Jackson smirks as she gets into the ring with Yuri Sonoda, then grabs her by the hair and drives her face into her knee! Yuri Sonoda goes down, and Gwen Jackson puts the heel of her boot on the bridge of her nose, then shifts her weight to that foot and spins sharply, scraping Yuri's face brutally with the sole of her boot! The crowd boos, and Gwen Jackson lays into Yuri with some more simple, mean-spirited brawling offense. It's clear she's not as afraid and respectful of Yuri as she is of Christina... but maybe she should be, since after a few more moves, Yuri Sonoda blocks a punch, then grabs her hair and pulls her into a jawbreaker! Gwen Jackson goes down, then gets back up and charges at Yuri... and runs right into a dropkick!

Both women roll to their corners and make tags, and Christina Ellis rushes in and cleans house off of the hot tag, handing around dropkicks and quick takedowns to both Confederate Bombshells. She drops Telly Underwood with a belly-to-back suplex, then grabs Gwen Jackson in a full nelson and nods and smiles to Yuri! Yuri Sonoda comes in and grabs Gwen Jackson's feet, and Gwen Jackson shakes her head a little and screams in terror just before they give her the SPIKE DRAGON SUPLEX!! They're making her see her the error of her ways! But now Telly Underwood's up... but she's staggering around without a clue where she is, and Christina Ellis brings her down with a double-leg takedown, then turns her over into a scorpion deathlock! Telly Underwood struggles for a few seconds, then taps out! Christina Ellis and Yuri Sonoda retain!

Telly Underwood rolls out of the ring when Christina Ellis releases the scorpion deathlock, and she drags the motionless carcass of her partner out after her and begins hauling her backstage. Christina Ellis and Yuri Sonoda have triumphed again here tonight, but you have to believe that they'll be facing competition a little more formidable than this in coming weeks. It's probably a good bet that the associates that Erica alluded to earlier will be seasoned professionals ready and eager to take the titles away from Christina Ellis and Yuri Sonoda, even if we don't know exactly who they are. Christina Ellis and Yuri Sonoda celebrate with the titles for a second, then head backstage as well, and now we're ready to go ahead with our next match.

"Minstrel In The Gallery" by Jethro Tull begins playing, and the crowd boos loudly as Jockey Oldcastle comes lumbering out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Monty Pompous. He walks to the ring slowly, and you have to wonder if he's a little bit nervous; this is a make or break position for his career. He's undefeated now, and a win over Gabriel Black would not only net him his biggest victory, but also the VCW Television Title. This could be the match that determines whether we'll be seeing Jockey Oldcastle in pay-per-view main events in coming months! So he must be under a lot of pressure... or maybe he's just walking to the ring slowly because he's too fat to move fast. In any case, he finally climbs inside and grabs a microphone.

J. Oldcastle: In but a moment, I will face Gabriel Black, the noted VCW Television Champion, and do him the honor of assisting him in taking measure of his length on the ground, taking the VCW Television Title as compensation for my services therein. But that is but a trifling matter beside my true business, as Gabriel himself is a trifling insect before the great mass of my brawny breast, rounded belly, and thick-sinewed limbs.

Oh, NO. If Jockey Oldcastle is overlooking Gabriel Black, he's in for a world of trouble. No doubt about it, he's one of the toughest and strongest in VCW, but Gabriel Black has a proven track record of excellence stretching back to the beginning of VCW, and Jockey Oldcastle's undefeated streak is only a month or two old.

J. Oldcastle: The punishment of the miscreant Dean Sanders is of chief importance to me, and to that end I propose a challenge... the Knights of the Squared Circle, to meet himself and whatever wretched vagabond will have him as a partner, at the event to be called Spontaneous Combustion.

Wow... the crowd gives a mixed response for that, but that's an intriguing challenge. Who can Dean Sanders get to be his partner? We know that Bass Rogers and Darren Michaels are both preoccupied feuding with the Wrecking Crew...

J. Oldcastle: And furthermore, that bold and mighty villain Crimson must be laid low for his vulgar trespasses against my fellow bravo, Monty Pompous. Next week, I intend to face him in the main event and defeat him in single combat to become the VCW Champion of the World!!

He's certainly not shy about making bold challenges here, is he? The crowd gives another mixed round of cheers and boos... could we actually see Jockey Oldcastle, VCW World Champion, next week?

J. Oldcastle: It is time that VCW comes to respect me as a great and terrible warrior. Simply to look at me, can you not see that I am full of violence and wrath!?

M. Pompous: I know your might and prowess well, but I see not violence nor wrath in your eyes, brave Samson.

J. Oldcastle: In my eyes? No. I carry them in my fists, where they may serve me better. Send forth Gabriel Black, and I shall reduce him to a state comparable to his condition after Wrestlewar III!

Not only does he appear to be overlooking Gabriel Black, but by talking like that, he'll probably make him mad, too. Now "Denial" by Sevendust begins playing over the arena sound system, and Gabriel Black steps out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Derek Cole, Jasmina Chastity, and "Superstar" Sean Black, and wearing the VCW Television Title. He's just smirking as he walks to the ring! He climbs inside and hands the VCW Television Title off to Derek Cole, and Bobcat McGavinenters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

Gabriel Black (c)
w/Derek Cole, Jasmina Chastity, & "Superstar" Sean Black

Jockey Oldcastle
w/Monty Pompous

Gabriel Black locks up with Jockey Oldcastle to start, but Jockey Oldcastle sends him flying halfway across the ring with a massive shove, showing that he's clearly much stronger. The crowd actually cheers a little, and Gabriel Black gets up, enraged, and comes forward to begin hammering on Jockey Oldcastle! But Jockey Oldcastle absorbs the blows like a big, immobile slug, then hauls off and HAMMERS Gabriel Black with a thick, meaty fist, knocking him for a loop! Gabriel Black starts to get up, but Jockey Oldcastle clobbers him down with a clubbing forearm, then scoops him up and sends him crashing to the canvas with a bodyslam! Gabriel Black writhes in pain on the mat, and Jockey Oldcastle turns him over with his feet, then drives his elbow into his back with a four hundred pound elbowdrop!

Gabriel Black cries out in pain, and Jockey Oldcastle takes control with his slow, plodding, simple offense. Each of his blows sends Gabriel Black flying across the ring like he was hit by a car or spinning out of control in mid-air, and the crowd is in awe as Jockey Oldcastle actually dominates Gabriel Black for a few minutes! Even fighting at this glacial pace, Jockey Oldcastle is soon sweating and breathing heavily from fatigue, but he still seems to be faring better than Gabriel Black. But when he goes for his Big Splash, Gabriel Black rolls out of the way, and Jockey Oldcastle wipes out on the mat! Gabriel Black hits him with a few running dropkicks that stagger him but don't send him down, then grabs him in a headlock and takes him down with a bulldog!

Jockey Oldcastle starts to get up, looking dazed and gasping for breath, and Gabriel Black kicks him in the midsection, then backs into the ropes and runs forward, leaping over him for a sunset flip! He tries to pull Jockey Oldcastle over, and Jockey Oldcastle seems to be wobbling, trying to keep his balance... and he loses his balance, but instead of going down in the sunset flip he lands butt-first awkwardly on Gabriel Black's chest! That wasn't a controlled splash; he just fell on Gabriel Black's chest! But instead of going for the pin, Jockey Oldcastle gets up and looks down at Gabriel Black, looking sweaty and confused, as Gabriel Black cringes in pain and clutches his chest.

Bobcat McGavin goes down to check with Gabriel Black, but he's shaking his head and starting to get up. Jockey Oldcastle comes forward and nails him with a big headbutt, and Gabriel Black flies back into a corner of the ring! He staggers out, and Jockey Oldcastle rushes him with a lumbering, stumbling kneelift! He barely gets his knee up to Gabriel Black's upper thigh level, he misses by a good four inches anyway, and he wobbles backwards and falls down in the process of executing the move, but Gabriel Black goes down, clutching his midsection anyway. Jockey Oldcastle begins getting up, but he's gasping for breath, and so fatigued that he actually has to pull himself up on the ropes!

Jockey Oldcastle staggers over to Gabriel Black, then pulls him up into a standing headscissors! He could be looking for a big move to put him away... and he lifts for a piledriver, but stumbles forward and loses his grip on Gabriel Black, nearly dropping him on his head, then falls forward onto his own face! He's totally blown up right now... but he lumbers to his feet, pulls Gabriel Black up anyway, then puts on a bearhug. Gabriel Black struggles and writhes in the bearhug for nearly two minutes while Jockey Oldcastle hangs onto him loosely, breathing hard and sweating and slobbering... and then finally Gabriel goes limp. Bobcat McGavin checks his arm twice, and it falls twice... but on the third time, it stays up!

Gabriel Black headbutts Jockey Oldcastle, and he falls backwards in the bearhug, with Gabriel Black on top of him! Bobcat McGavin goes down and counts the pin, but Gabriel Black goes flying off of Jockey Oldcastle with authority at two and a half! It seems Jockey Oldcastle kicked out of the pin, though from the camera angle that caught it, it looked more like Gabriel Black just flung himself off. Jockey Oldcastle slowly pulls himself up off of the mat, and Gabriel Black gets up, then starts hammering Jockey Oldcastle in the face with repeated right hands! Jockey Oldcastle just stands there like a big punching bag and gets hit, but he doesn't go down! Finally, Gabriel Black hooks him for a DDT and brings him down, but Jockey Oldcastle somehow stumbles and falls chest-first on top of Gabriel Black's shins instead of landing head-first on the canvas!

Gabriel Black gets up, and he's starting to look angry as he yells something at Jockey Oldcastle that the cameras don't quite catch. He signals for the end, and goes up to the top turnbuckle! He waits for Jockey Oldcastle to get up... and waits... and waits... and finally, Jockey Oldcastle's getting to his feet! He stumbles around, then turns to Gabriel Black, who leaps off and catches him with the DESTINY HAMMER!! His knee glances off of Jockey Oldcastle's skull, and Oldcastle stays standing... for about a second or two, then he topples to the mat like a felled oak tree and lands with a thunderous crash! Gabriel Black goes for the cover... and again, he goes flying up into the air when Jockey Oldcastle powers out with authority at two!! Jockey Oldcastle just kicked out after the Destiny Hammer!!

Gabriel Black gets up and stares at him in disbelief, and Jockey Oldcastle slowly bolts to his feet, then turns to Gabriel Black and lets out a mighty roar that trails off into a breathless wheeze after a few seconds! Gabriel Black stares at him in disbelief, then throws a punch that just glances off of his face! Jockey Oldcastle shakes his head, wags his finger at Gabriel Black, and smiles, his cheeks puffing with deep breaths and his beard soaked through and matted with sweat and drool, and Gabriel Black looks at his fist like it's defective, then takes another swing... but Jockey Oldcastle throws up a meaty arm and blocks his one, then clobbers Gabriel Black with a wildly-swung forearm, knocking him off his feet!

Jockey Oldcastle lumbers forward slowly, pulls Gabriel Black up, and whips him into a corner of the ring, then waddles in slowly and crushes him against the turnbuckles with an AVALANCHE!! Gabriel Black staggers out, and Jockey Oldcastle grabs him around the waist, lifts, and falls down under him in what was probably supposed to be a belly-to-belly suplex! Gabriel Black rolls off of Jockey Oldcastle onto his back, not moving, and Jockey Oldcastle gets up slowly, then backs into the ropes, stumbles forward, and comes down on Gabriel Black with the BIG SPLASH!! He just hit it! We could have a new VCW Television Champion!! Bobcat McGavin counts... and only gets two and nine-tenths, before Gabriel Black throws a shoulder up!

Gabriel Black is nearly flattened on the canvas, but the Big Splash wasn't enough to put him away! Jockey Oldcastle gets up and leans against the ropes, his massive belly heaving with exhaustion, then looks out to Monty Pompous... and Monty Pompous points to the ceiling and shouts something to him! Oh, no! Jockey Oldcastle nods and smiles, then steps out of the ring to the apron. He MUST be joking! This is CRAZY!! Jockey Oldcastle slowly begins climbing the turnbuckles in one corner... and he makes it to the top! Gabriel Black's still down and motionless in the ring, and Jockey Oldcastle's poised on the top rope, ready to squish him like an insect!! He jumps off with a FLYING BODYPRESS!! But he doesn't get enough extension on the jump, and he just wipes out hard on his face and belly on the mat! Still, gasping for breath and dripping with sweat, he manages to pull himself forward and collapse on top of Gabriel Black's motionless body... but somebody's running out of the backstage entrance!! DEAN SANDERS!! He slides into the ring as Bobcat McGavin counts, and just before three he clobbers Jockey Oldcastle with a forearm to the back! Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell, and that's an immediate disqualification!

Jockey Oldcastle rolls off of Gabriel Black and groans, and Dean Sanders straddles him, laying in hard punches to his face! Gabriel Black rolls out of the ring to join Derek Cole, Jasmina Chastity, and Sean Black on the outside, and Sean Black yells "FUCK THAT USELESS PIECE OF SHIT UP!" to Dean Sanders before they begin escorting Gabriel backstage! Dean Sanders continues to hammer Jockey Oldcastle with swift punches to the face, and Jockey Oldcastle is too exhausted to defend himself or do anything but lay there and get hit!

Monty Pompous grabs a chair from the outside of the ring and slides inside, but Dean Sanders sees him coming and bails out of the ring! But the damage has been done; blood as well as saliva is now flowing from Jockey Oldcastle's mouth, and Dean Sanders may have cost him the VCW Television Title! Monty Pompous is standing over Jockey Oldcastle, guarding him from further abuse, but for God's sake we'll need to get a forklift to haul him out of the ring, because his big tired ass isn't going anywhere on its own anytime soon. For a lot of reasons, we can hope that this'll be the last time that Jockey Oldcastle has to go nearly twenty minutes in a singles match.

As soon as Jockey Oldcastle is out of the ring, we can go ahead with our main event, but that may be a while... but hold it, we've received word that we're going to take a look backstage at Lance Errington, just before he defends the VCW Intercontinental Title against Ken Collins in a Submission Cage Match! Let's take a look.

Lance Errington and Melissa DelArmeggio are sitting and relaxing in a lavishly decorated and catered dressing room when Derek Cole, "Superstar" Sean Black, and Jasmina Chastity enter the room. They look around, confused, when they see Lance and Melissa sitting there.

J. Chastity: Hey, guys... where did Jacob and Rob go?

L. Errington: They went out to buy a dime bag of smack and get laid at a high-class whorehouse.

J. Chastity: WHAT!? That little fucker! I'll...

Jasmina Chastity stops her outburst when she sees that both Melissa DelArmeggio and Lance Errington are laughing at her.

L. Errington: Relax, I'm just jerking your chain. I gave them the rest of the night off. Your boy toy's probably back at the hotel watching Nick Bockwinkel and Verne Gagne dry-hump each other on some ancient videotape... and hell, for all I know, Rob probably really is at the whorehouse.

D. Cole: You... gave them the night off? Right before your Submission Cage Match?

L. Errington: Yeah. Why?

D. Cole: Well, you know, Gabriel needs to get checked out by the trainers after that fat piece of luggage landed on him a few too many times. The match'll probably go to a time limit draw before he can get out, so he won't be able to help you.

A shocked, scandalized expression forms on Lance Errington's face.

L. Errington: Help me? HELP me!? Where did you get the idea that I needed any help in this match? I mean, I've got you guys for your wisdom and advice, but... it's not like I'd want someone to illegally interfere in this match. Besides, it's a cage match anyway, so nobody gets in or out. Tonight is the night I prove to the world that I'm a better man than Ken Collins, fair and square, in the middle of the ring.

Derek Cole seems a little skeptical.

D. Cole: You're... sure about that? I mean, seriously? You're REALLY sure that you can REALLY beat Ken Collins in a straight-up match?

L. Errington: Why wouldn't I be? Look, I'm the VCW Intercontinental Champion. I'm one of the best in the history of this business. Ken Collins is the one who needs help to beat ME. So don't worry... I have everything taken care of.

Lance Errington gets up, stretches, and grabs the VCW Intercontinental Title, then buckles it around his waist. He turns back to Melissa as he backs up towards the door.

L. Errington: This is it. The moment of truth. Wish me luck, ladies.

M. DelArmeggio: Good luck!

J. Chastity: Uh... yeah, Lance. You'd better win. You know you're gonna be salty if he beats you.

L. Errington: Well... thanks, I guess. But you just watch me.

Lance Errington turns and walks out the door, and Derek Cole and Sean Black exchange a glance.

S. Black: There's confident and then there's stupid. Bastard's either got an ace up his sleeve or his ego's outgrown his brains.

Derek Cole doesn't seem to hear him as a grin spreads across his face.

D. Cole: I don't know, Superstar... I've got a feeling that none of us really knows just HOW damn good Lance Errington is. ... Let's head out there and form a little pep squad for him, huh?

Sean Black shrugs dismissively.

S. Black: Go ahead. He's your boy. I've got bigger things on my mind.

Sean Black takes one of the plates of hors d'ouvres off of the table and slides it under the couch, clearing space for him to put his feet on the table when he sits down. Melissa DelArmeggio and Jasmina Chastity both stare at him for a second, mildly affronted by his strange, boorish behavior.

S. Black: Look all you want, ladies, but I don't mix business with pleasure.

He laughs to himself as Derek Cole leaves the room, and the camera fades out on the backstage entrance.

All right, Jockey Oldcastle's gone now, and the cage is lowered around the ring! We're ready for the main event... and the crowd explodes into cheers as "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing over the arena sound system, and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins comes out of the backstage entrance! This is his guaranteed rematch, granted by James Applebee after the suspicious ending of the Intercontinental Title match at Horror Show. Stacey Lockman is not with him, and that's probably a wise decision, given that she has been a target of his enemies before in Submission Matches. He opens the cage door and steps inside, then tests the walls once to make sure they're sturdy.

And now "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as the VCW Intercontinental Champion, Lance Errington comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Derek Cole! He's wearing the VCW Intercontinental Title and his usual black and silver robe, and he's ready for action tonight. He seems to have confidence in his abilities to defeat Ken Collins one-on-one in a straight-up wrestling match, and with all due respect to Lance Errington's wrestling ability, that's not consistent with his past pattern of cheap wins and illegal tactics. There's no question that he's nearly equal to Ken Collins at least, and he may in fact be the better man, but so far his cheap shots have prevented us from knowing one way or the other.

Lance Errington takes off his robe, then the VCW Intercontinental Title, and hands them both to Derek Cole, then slowly steps over to the door of the cage. He takes a deep breath and opens it, then climbs inside cautiously, expecting Ken Collins to rush him. But Ken Collins just stands there, fixing him with an intense stare as he says something to him, and Lance Errington looks back at him, clenching and unclenching his fists, then looks away nervously. He stops to exchange some last-minute words with Derek Cole, and referee Linda Peterson enters the cage, locks the door, and calls for the bell to begin this match!

Lance Errington (c)
w/Derek Cole

Ken Collins and Lance Errington stare each other down for a moment... but then Ken Collins draws back and punches Lance Errington square in the face! They trade blows, exchanging right hands, and then Lance Errington takes the upper hand and whips Ken Collins into a corner, but Ken Collins reverses it! Ken Collins charges in after him, and Lance Errington throws a foot up at his head as he comes in, but then changes his mind and quickly lowers it again as Ken Collins grabs for it! Lance Errington remembered that trying that in their last match got him caught in the ankle lock submission, and he didn't want that again!

Ken Collins advances on Lance Errington in the corner, blocks a punch, then rocks him back against the turnbuckles with one of his own! Then he draws back a hand, and blasts Lance Errington HARD across the chest with a knifeedge chop! Lance Errington yells in pain, and Ken Collins draws back and does it again! Lance Errington is writhing in pain in the corner, and Ken Collins doesn't let up... he chops him hard across the chest again! The crowd cheers as the chop rings out through the arena, and Ken Collins pulls Lance Errington out of the corner, then hooks him and whips him to the mat with a snap suplex! If he doesn't want to submit early, this could be a long night for Lance Errington!

Lance Errington starts to get up, cringing in pain already, and Ken Collins grabs his wrist and twists his right arm out in a hammerlock, holding it out at his side! He gives it some slack, then pulls it taut, evoking a cry of pain from Lance Errington, then turns and brings the elbow joint down over his shoulder! Lance Errington yells in pain again, and Ken Collins tosses him to the mat with a shoulder throw, but keeps a grip on his wrist and holds the arm out so he can drop a leg across it! Lance Errington cringes and rolls away, clutching his arm, and the crowd's loving this!

Ken Collins pulls Lance Errington up by the hair, then runs with him and takes him head-first into the steel mesh of the cage! Lance Errington bounces back from the impact, but instead of releasing him Ken Collins moves with him and takes him head-first into the mesh at the other side! Again, Lance Errington's face bounces off of the cage, and Ken Collins takes him into a third side of the cage, then lets him flop to the mat... but he grabs his ankles, pulls him around, and falls back to slingshot him face-first into the fourth side! Lance Errington hits the cage face-first, staggers away, and flops down in a heap on the mat! Ken Collins is destroying him!

Ken Collins scoops Lance Errington up from the mat, then brings him down shoulder-first on a knee with a shoulderbreaker, to the delight of the crowd! Lance Errington is in a world of hurt as he gets up, clutching his right arm to his side, and Ken Collins comes in from behind, and brings him down with an armbar takedown into the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! The crowd explodes into cheers! He has it already!! Ken Collins could have Lance Errington beat already! Derek Cole grabs the mesh of the cage on the outside and shakes it frantically, trying to find a way to help... but Lance Errington's still fairly fresh, and he's dragging himself to the ropes with ample strength. He also doesn't seem to have that far to go, and he makes it to the ropes after several seconds. Linda Peterson begins the count, and Ken Collins has to break the hold.

Ken Collins doesn't seem too surprised that Lance Errington's not done yet, and he hauls him up and whacks him with another hard chop to the chest. Lance Errington staggers back and slumps against the ropes, and Ken Collins scoops him up, then tosses him face-first into the side of the cage! Lance Errington hits the cage and bounces back, lands on his back, and tumbles head over heels to flop down on his stomach from the impact! Ken Collins goes and crouches over his upper body, then raises his legs up suddenly and drives a knee down hard into his right shoulder! Lance Errington yells in pain and squirms under Ken Collins, so Ken Collins raises up and does it again!

The crowd's cheering Ken Collins on, and he pulls Lance Errington up to continue the punishment... but Lance Errington stops that with a quick low blow. Ken Collins goes down to the mat, clutching his groin, and the crowd boos loudly, but that's a legal tactic in a Submission Match. The only ways to lose this match are by tapping out or refusing to release an illegal submission hold! They both stay down for a few seconds, but then Lance Errington gets up, rubbing his shoulder and grimacing in pain. He's already taken one hell of a beating, and now he has to come back from it to defend the VCW Intercontinental Title!

Lance Errington kicks Ken Collins in the midsection as he gets back up, then reaches down, grabs his right leg, and lifts with obvious effort, then brings him down with a kneebreaker! Ken Collins goes down, clutching his leg, but Lance Errington grimaces and rolls his shoulder again. If even lifting a fairly light opponent like Ken Collins for a fairly simple move like a kneebreaker is difficult now, then Lance Errington's right shoulder may be too heavily damaged for him to make a comeback. Ken Collins is getting up again, and Lance Errington rushes at him and clips the right knee with a shoulder tackle... but that hurts his shoulder in the process, and again they're both down and in pain! Lance Errington wants to hurt Ken Collins's legs, to take his mobility and soften him up for the Scorpion Deathlock, but his damaged arm may not leave him with enough of an arsenal to get the job done!

They start getting up again, and Ken Collins punches Lance Errington as they get to their feet! Lance Errington draws back to retaliate, but the motion causes him so much pain that he just stops and doubles over, so Ken Collins clobbers him with a forearm to the back! Lance Errington falls to his hands and knees, then begins getting up... but Ken Collins goes behind him and grabs him in a waistlock! He lifts him, and brings him CRASHING down with a German suplex! And Ken Collins keeps his hold on Lance Errington's waist, but rolls up to his feet and brings him down with a second German suplex, then rolls up again and ends it with a THIRD German suplex!! If this was a regular match, Ken Collins might want to think about going for the pin now... but instead, he just pulls him up, twists his arm out in an armwringer, then turns and drives his elbow into his arm! Lance Errington collapses back to the mat, and the crowd cheers loudly!

Ken Collins scoops Lance Errington up again, and lifts him for another shoulderbreaker, but this time Lance Errington squirms and struggles desperately, and slips out the back to land on his feet! Ken Collins pivots and lashes out with a savate kick, but Lance Errington catches his foot, brings him down with a dragon screw leg whip, and flows into a kneebar! The crowd boos loudly, and Ken Collins struggles in pain, his arms flailing for the ropes! After a few seconds, he finally manages to drag himself to the ropes and grab them, and Linda Peterson orders Lance Errington to break the kneebar... so he does, after a full four-count.

Lance Errington gets up and slumps in a corner, rubbing his shoulder and trying to work some of the pain out, but Ken Collins starts getting up too! Lance Errington backs into the ropes behind him, then comes off and catches him with a rather clumsy dropkick to the knee, sending him down again! That move's not normally a part of Lance Errington's arsenal, but he's forced to improvise by the damage to his shoulder! As Ken Collins gets up to his hands and knees, Lance Errington grabs his right ankle with both hands, lifts with some effort, and spikes his knee down into the canvas! Ken Collins yells in pain, and Lance Errington drags him away from the ropes by the ankle, then goes down to lock him in a reverse kneebar!!

Ken Collins gives another shout of pain and frustration, and Lance Errington grins through the pain as Linda Peterson asks Ken Collins if he wants to submit. Lance Errington's doing the only thing he can to keep himself in the match now; he's keeping Ken Collins grounded and working him over without a lot of effort spent in his right arm. Being a one-armed man in a mat wrestling contest isn't a great option, but it's better than slugging it out or trying to use a lot of lifting impact moves. But Ken Collins still has a lot of strength left himself, and he's making steady progress as he drags himself towards the ropes. After several seconds, he makes it to the ropes, and Linda Peterson orders the hold broken. Again, Lance Errington takes a four count to release it.

Lance Errington's starting to look a little frustrated as he gets up, and he exchanges a slightly desperate glance with Derek Cole on the outside of the cage as Ken Collins starts to get up! Lance Errington tries to rush in and clobber Ken Collins with his left hand, but Ken Collins blocks that clumsy swing, then whips Lance Errington into the ropes! Lance Errington comes off the ropes, and Ken Collins lowers his head for a backdrop, but Lance Errington tries to bring him down with a sunset flip when he goes over! But instead of going down, Ken Collins reaches down, grabs Lance Errington's right arm, pulls it between his legs, and falls to the side in a CROSS ARMBREAKER!!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Lance Errington is thrashing around in pain! He's caught in a cross armbreaker, and it may be only a matter of seconds before he taps out or has his arm broken! He struggles wildly, lunging towards the ropes with the frenzied determination of a madman, and after several excruciating seconds, he makes it, grabbing the ropes! Ken Collins glares defiantly at him and keeps the hold applied as Linda Peterson starts her count, and Lance Errington screams in pain, releases the ropes, and starts tapping out!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Ken Collins gets up and raises his hands in victory... but Linda Peterson's denying the win! Since Lance Errington was in the ropes and Ken Collins refused to release the hold, the hold was applied illegally, and she's not going to acknowledge that tap-out as legitimate. The scary thing is that Linda Peterson probably made the right call here; even a blind sow finds an acorn once in a while.

But as she's explaining the call to Ken Collins, Lance Errington gets to his feet, and angrily rushes at Ken Collins from behind and kicks him hard in the back of the leg! Ken Collins falls flat on his back and clutches his knee in pain, and Lance Errington smiles briefly before clutching his shoulder in pain again. The crowd boos loudly; they thought Ken Collins had the match won, and now Lance Errington has the advantage back! Lance Errington places Ken Collins's right ankle on the second rope and stands straddling his outstretched leg, then grabs the top rope, jumps up, and lands butt-first across his knee! The crowd boos, and Ken Collins writhes in agony on the mat, but Lance Errington just jumps up and does it again! He needs to do some damage while he still can, because the next tap-out might not be to an illegally applied hold!

Lance Errington steps away and leans against the ropes for support, looking down at Ken Collins as he contemplates his next move. But Ken Collins still has a lot left, and he's not going to let a sore knee keep him down for any great length of time! He's already getting up again, and when Lance Errington comes over to resume the beating, Ken Collins drives an elbow into his midsection! Lance Errington is stunned for a second, and Ken Collins takes him down to the mat with a fireman's carry, then tries to flow to the side into another cross armbreaker, but Lance Errington sees this one coming and pulls his arm free, grabbing Ken Collins's right ankle instead! He pulls Ken Collins down and puts on an ankle lock submission, but Ken Collins manages to get to his feet quickly, then jumps up and nails Lance Errington with an ENZUIGIRI!!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Ken Collins gets up slowly, then stops to flex his knee and smiles. Lance Errington gets to his feet slowly, and Ken Collins grabs him by the hair and the back of his trunks, hauls him to a corner, and throws him shoulder-first past the turnbuckles, into the steel ringpost!! Lance Errington staggers back, clutching his shoulder, and Ken Collins grabs him and takes him down into the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE... but Lance Errington stays up just long enough to control his fall so that he lands right next to the ropes!! The crowd boos, and Lance Errington grabs the ropes immediately. Ken Collins still keeps the hold on for a full four-count, then gets up and starts stomping away at Lance Errington's shoulder while he tries to get up!

Ken Collins grabs Lance Errington by the hair and takes him head-first into the cage, but this time instead of just slamming his head he starts grating his face into the steel mesh! Lance Errington struggles uselessly for a few seconds before Ken Collins lets him drop. Ken Collins stops to rub and flex his knee, trying to get it working again, and when he turns back to Lance Errington, Lance's forehead is bleeding heavily. He must have been torn open on the mesh of the cage! Ken Collins pulls him up and scoops him up for a shoulderbreaker... but this time, his knee falters under him, and he drops to one knee and loses his grip on Lance Errington! Lance Errington lands on his feet behind him and pulls him back by the hair, into an INVERTED DDT!!

Both men are down, and they remain down for several seconds. Lance Errington is up first, and he puts a hand to his bleeding face, then looks at it, then looks down at Ken Collins with disbelief and dread. We know Ken Collins isn't gonna stop, and he won't quit without taking a hell of a lot of abuse... and Lance Errington seems like he's had enough! He goes over to one side of the cage, climbs the ropes, then begins climbing up the cage wall when he gets to the top rope! This isn't one of those cage matches where an escape is a win, but Lance Errington's trying to climb out of the cage and take a walk on this match! He's had enough! But his right arm isn't making that very easy on him, and he can barely even climb the cage! He's making glacial progress, but finally his left hand manages to grab the beam at the top edge of the cage. He could make it!

But Ken Collins is up behind him! Ken Collins climbs up behind him and gets to the top rope! Standing balanced on the top rope, Ken Collins grabs Lance Errington in a waistlock, then falls back to bring him crashing back down to the mat with a BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX!! And that's from the top rope, while Lance Errington was nearly at the top of the cage! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Ken Collins slowly gets to his feet, smiling! Lance Errington's escape attempt, and quite possibly his chances of winning this match, were just brought to an end by that huge move!

Ken Collins goes over to the top rope now, climbing a little bit slowly, as Lance Errington begins to pull himself to his feet. Lance Errington is completely out of it, and he doesn't have any idea where he's going as he turns and staggers towards Ken Collins, right into the FLYING DROPKICK!! He just nailed it, and the crowd cheers! It won't get him a submission, but it just send Lance Errington crashing to the mat in a lifeless heap! The impact also took its toll on Ken Collins's right leg, and he's down as well, clutching his knee for several seconds... but then he smiles and begins getting up! He looks down at Lance Errington, laid out and motionless on the mat, then points to the ceiling, and the crowd explodes into cheers!

Ken Collins goes over to one side of the cage and begins slowly climbing it. He probably wants to hit a high-risk move from the top of the cage, and the fans want it too! This isn't a sound strategy, but neither Ken Collins nor the crowd of fans cheering him on seem to care right now! Slowly, working through the pain in his leg, he manages to climb the cage, until he gets to his feet on the beam at the top edge! Derek Cole is going ballistic below him, and the crowd is cheering wildly... and Ken Collins leaps off with a MOONSAULT OFF OF THE CAGE!! But Lance Errington rolls out of the way at the last minute, and Ken Collins wipes out on the mat!!

The crowd deflates immediately, and Ken Collins is rolling around on the mat, clutching his knee and crying out in pain. That move may have cost him, and it was a strange departure from his normally sound wrestling mindset. You do NOT win a Submission Match by doing a belly flop off of the top of a cage, and that may be a lesson Ken Collins will learn the hard way! Both men are down, well past the ten-count that would end a normal match, until finally, after about fifteen seconds or so, Lance Errington starts to get up.

Ken Collins pulls himself to his feet as well, but Lance Errington's up first, and he comes from behind, grabs Ken Collins on the left side, and lifts for a belly-to-back suplex... but his grip on that side is clumsy, and Ken Collins flips out behind him! Ken Collins hooks Lance Errington from behind for an inverted suplex, but Lance Errington blocks it by driving an elbow back into his stomach, then shifts the position and brings him down with an ACE CRUSHER!! But he brought him down on the hurt shoulder, and they're both down in a world of pain again!

After several seconds, they both start to get up again, but this time Ken Collins lunges at Lance Errington and drills him with a punch to the face, sending a few drops of blood flying and taking the advantage! He whips Lance Errington into the ropes, then takes him down with a back elbowsmash when he comes off the other side! Lance Errington starts to get back up, but Ken Collins pulls him into a standing headscissors! He braces himself on his strong left leg, then lifts him for a POWER BOMB... but Lance Errington counters it with a Frankensteiner! That's another move you don't see out of Lance Errington too often... and he rolls back off of Ken Collins, comes up at his feet, grabs his ankle, and turns him over into an ankle lock submission!!

Ken Collins grimaces in pain as Linda Peterson goes down to ask him, but he knows this move well; he uses it frequently himself, and he may be able to counter it! Lance Errington's grip is still a little weak, so he manages to roll over onto his back, then puts his other foot against Lance Errington's body to kick him off... but Lance Errington grabs that foot, steps through his legs, and turns him over into the SCORPION DEATHLOCK!! The crowd boos, and a triumphant grin spreads across Lance Errington's blood-drenched face as he cranks back on the hold! He may have snatched victory from the jaws of defeat with that move!!

But Ken Collins isn't done, and he doesn't look like he's giving up yet! He's pulling himself towards the ropes, clearly in great pain, but he's making steady progress nonetheless! He has never been one to quit easily, and he knows that if he can survive the Scorpion Deathlock, Lance Errington has to be hurting badly and weary from fatigue and blood loss! He's struggling to the ropes, with Linda Peterson checking in with him every step of the way, and he just won't quit! He draws near the ropes and reaches forward, and his fingers brush the bottom rope, but he can't quite grab it! He's almost there... and Linda Peterson checks in with him again, then looks up and calls for the bell! Linda Peterson just called for the bell!! Did Ken Collins just give up, so close to escaping the hold!?

Lance Errington gets up triumphantly, and Linda Peterson goes over and unlocks the cage door, allowing him to stumble out. Linda Peterson herself quickly steps out of the cage door and hustles backstage, as Lance Errington staggers to the timekeeper's table and takes the VCW Intercontinental Title belt. The crowd's booing loudly, and chanting "BULLSHIT!", and this does look extremely fishy! It was plain to see that Ken Collins didn't tap out; whether he verbally submitted or not is perhaps in question, but it doesn't seem likely given that he was so close to grabbing the ropes! Linda Peterson has seemed prone to extreme carelessness and incompetence for a while now... but is the truth simply that she was bought off!?

Ken Collins gets up, looking around in confusion as the cage begins to raise, and this is definitely looking like some kind of foul play. Lance Errington's staggering up the ramp with the VCW Intercontinental Title... but Ken Collins focuses his eyes on him with a hateful glare and rolls out of the ring! Ken Collins grabs a steel chair from ringside and starts hobbling towards Lance Errington, and catches up to him at the top of the ramp! Derek Cole tries to stand in his way, but just gets nailed with a chairshot and goes down! Lance Errington is backing up, and he falls to his knees to beg for mercy... but those pleas fall on deaf ears as Ken Collins raises the chair and DRILLS him with a hard chairshot, to the thunderous applause of the crowd!!

Lance Errington is laid out on the top of the ramp, and Ken Collins takes his limp body and puts it in the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Ken Collins leans back on the hold, putting intense pressure on Lance Errington's battered body and torn right shoulder... and Lance Errington is tapping out! He's tapping now, his face a gore-soaked rictus of pain, but the match is already over, and Ken Collins isn't going to let him go! From all appearances, it looks like Ken Collins was just robbed in the match, but he's taking his revenge out on Lance Errington now!

Much to the dismay of the crowd, the H.A.R.P. Squad appears from the backstage entrance after several seconds, and four of them crouch around Ken Collins and pry Lance Errington loose from his determined grip. Ken Collins is still struggling and kicking, trying to land one more blow, just to get one more piece of Lance Errington, but they have him contained and they're dragging him backstage. What a main event that was, right up until the tainted, despicable way it ended. And whatever the future brings, you can bet Ken Collins won't be stopped... he's going to hunt Lance Errington down and finish this, whatever it takes!!

But as Ken Collins is dragged away and medics come out for the bloody remains of Lance Errington, we're receiving word that a camera crew has arrived at a local restaurant, Willard's Truck Stop, and caught up with Russel Taylor and Sophie! Let's take a look at that now:

Sophie and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor are sitting in a booth in the non-smoking section of a brightly-lit greasy spoon diner with garish decor in a 1950s malt shop fashion, with red and white checkered tile on the floors and shiny, chrome-like surfaces on the tables and counters. A waitress comes and delivers their meals: a plain salad with no dressing, two plain grilled chicken breasts, a glass of water, and a pint-size carton of skim milk for Russel, and a chicken-fried steak, a huge plate of chili cheese fries, and a chocolate milkshake for Sophie.

Sophie: Oh, boy! This is gonna be great! You should've got something with more cheese and sauce and grease on it, though, Russel. That's this place's specialty!

Waitress: Yep. We have the best grease in town. We used to have people paying extra to lick the grill clean at closing time before the Health Department put the kabosh on that. ... Anyway, you kids enjoy your meal, now.

The waitress leaves to attend to other customers, and Russel Taylor just smiles tolerantly.

R. Taylor: I have to treat my body like a special high-performance machine to keep it in top shape. You wouldn't put crude oil in a jet engine, would you?

Sophie: I wouldn't eat crude oil, either. But this stuff's good! ... Thanks for buying me dinner, Russel.

Russel Taylor just shrugs and smiles, then folds his hands in prayer over his meal.

R. Taylor: Thank you, Lord, for blessing us with this bounty and--

Sophie: Yeah, yeah. Praise the Lord and pass the gravy. Good bread, good meat, good God, let's eat!!

As Sophie picks up her silverware and begins to attack her food voraciously, the camera shifts to an outside view of the parking lot, where several cars and big rigs are parked around the truck stop. A new pair of headlights shines brightly from another semi pulling in, and as it draws nearer the camera can see that it's the dark red semi that pulled the Homicide Road Tour trailer into the arena parking lot earlier in the evening. The camera zooms in on it, and a light comes on inside, showing that Crimson is sitting behind the wheel, grinning evilly to himself as he watches Sophie and Russel Taylor through the windows of the diner. The light turns off again, and two deep blasts come from the semi's horn, and it begins to accelerate, picking up speed as it nears the diner.

The camera cuts back into the diner, where two bright headlights are rapidly approaching one of the windows. Sophie is too intent on her food to notice, but Russel Taylor looks over in shock.

R. Taylor: Oh, my! Everyone, look out! That truck--

Russel Taylor is cut off as the truck barrels into the wall, shattering its large windows and staving part of the the wall in on that side. Fortunately, nobody was nearby to be hurt, but part of the wall collapses and the lights flicker in the aftershocks of the impact. Screams fill the diner as the other patrons run for cover, and Sophie bolts to her feet with a surprised yelp. Russel Taylor also quickly stands up, shaking his fist at the semi that just halfway burst through the wall.

R. Taylor: Listen, you careless lunatic, you could have hurt a lot of people like that! I don't know if you're driving under the influence of controlled substances or you're just mean, but there's no reason--

As Russel Taylor talks, Crimson hops out of the driver's side of the semi, steps through the wreckage of the wall and windows, and points a finger at him.

Crimson: Shut the fuck up.

Russel Taylor stares at Crimson in shock and horror for a second.

R. Taylor: YOU! What in the world possessed you to--

Crimson: I toldja to shut up. Now listen to me, and listen good, because this might just be the last thing you'll ever hear. You got me pissed off in a way no man has yet and lived to tell the tale, but since you're a nice kid I'll make you an offer. We can do this thing two ways. You can get smacked around like a little bitch tonight, then tell me you're sorry you ever dreamed of crossing me and stay the fuck out of my way, and I'll leave you alone. Or you can try to play hero and take me down, and God had better save your soul because there ain't NOBODY who can save your sorry ASS from ME. So you've got a choice to make... if that's all right with you.

Sophie turns to Russel Taylor, screaming in panic.

Sophie: Oh my God, Russel! He's gonna hurt us and kill us and I don't even have any of my magic stuff here to--

Crimson: Hey, princess... what I got planned for YOU ain't gonna hurt unless you decide you like it rough. Just tell that dumb son of a bitch not to try anything dumb, and I'll go gentle and easy on you. Scout's honor.

R. Taylor: NO! I can't let your evil continue unchecked! I have to stop you!!

Russel Taylor charges at Crimson and rocks him back with a big right hand, but Crimson takes the blow and returns fire with his own punches. They begin trading blows in the middle of the diner, until Crimson grabs Russel Taylor and knees him in the gut. He takes Russel Taylor head-first into one of the inner walls of the building, then grabs him by the throat, lifts him, and Chokeslams him down on one of the diner's small tables, which buckles and breaks under his weight. Russel Taylor is laid out in the wreckage of the table, and Crimson puts a foot down on his throat, standing on his windpipe and choking him. But then Sophie comes from behind and grabs Crimson's hair, pulling him back away from Russel.

Sophie: Get your hands off of him, you big jerk!

Crimson casually knocks Sophie away with a big backhand that sends her sprawling to the floor, then turns to her with a grin.

Crimson: Guess Russel's not the only one with a deathwish around here, huh?

Sophie scrambles to her feet and goes into a martial arts stance, trembling with fear.

Sophie: Stay back! I'm warning you, I've beaten monsters and ninjas and evil bosses and bad queens who were all way tougher than you, mister! Don't make me hurt you!

Crimson just laughs and carelessly steps into a kick to the side of the leg, which he completely ignores. He just laughs and punches Sophie in the stomach, doubling her over, then grabs her by the throat and shoves her onto a long table in a booth. Sophie starts to sit up on the table, but Crimson draws back and nails her with a big punch to the face, and she goes limp on the table. With an evil smirk, Crimson unbuckles his belt, then pulls it off and tosses it aside.

Crimson: You done had your warning, you pretty little thing. This your first time coming up against a motherfucker as mean and nasty as me? You can have your bullshit dragons and dark magicians, but see... right now, you're face to face with pure, unstoppable evil, the kind that chills the heart of the Devil himself, and this is what it is.

Crimson reaches forward to grab Sophie, but Russel Taylor has pulled himself to his feet behind him, and he picks up the discarded belt, loops it around Crimson's neck, and pulls it tight, pulling him back away from Sophie, struggling and gasping for air. All thoughts of a fair fight are aside as Russel mercilessly chokes Crimson.

R. Taylor: You horrid, vile, disgusting man! I CAN stop your evil, and I WILL!!

Crimson flails around wildly, trying to throw Russel Taylor off, but Sophie gets up from the table, gripping a bottle of ketchup by its neck, and brings it down hard on Crimson's head. It explodes in a spray of broken glass and red ketchup, and Crimson falls out of Russel Taylor's grasp, where he begins gasping for breath heavily.

R. Taylor: Desist now, before I am forced to vanquish you!

Crimson draws in a few deep breaths, slowly gets up to one knee, then looks up at Russel Taylor with a murderous stare that's almost comical with the ketchup running down his face.

Crimson: Go fuck yourself in hell, you dumb son of a bitch!!

Crimson pops up with a mighty bellow of rage and knocks Russel Taylor to the floor with a huge clothesline, then staggers a few more steps and collapses. He scrambles to his feet and leans back against a booth for support, still breathing heavily.

Crimson: Maybe you bought yourself some time. But make no mistake... you still got a death sentence hanging over your head, motherfucker.

Russel Taylor begins to get up with a groan, and Sophie moves to his side to help him up, but Crimson points a finger at her.

Crimson: And you... I'm still gonna show you how I deal with a bratty little pussy bitch like you, you fucking Jap jizzbag.

As Russel Taylor struggles to his feet, Crimson lunges forward with both hands and grabs him by the throat with one hand, then Sophie by the throat with the other, then lifts and drives them both down to the floor with a double Chokeslam. After executing the move, Crimson himself falls to his hands and knees, putting a hand to his head and coughing. A police siren becomes audible, and red and blue flashing lights can be seen in the tacky chrome of the diner's furniture as the show fades out on this scene of wreckage and carnage.

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