Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, live from the VCW Arena in California, one evening removed from the explosiveness of Spontaneous Combustion! All of the champions have retained their titles, but we've seen some very interesting shifts in the landscape of VCW, and the fallout from Spontaneous Combustion will hit us tonight! And in an incredible double main event, Crimson will defend the VCW World Title against Paul Canyon, and Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten will defend the SJW World Tag Team Titles against the former champions Virginia and Komachi!! What a night we have planned!

And we're going to kick things off right away here! "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Steve "Mongo" McMichael begins making his way to the ring! As he passes by a camera he holds up four fingers and yells something incoherent, then proceeds to make his way to the ring! He climbs into the ring and calls for a microphone, and he gets one! Uh-oh.

S. McMichael: We're back again, baby, right here in the Super Bowl of VCW arenas, my friend! When you come around looking for a fight, you just don't gotta look no further than this. This is where it's all going down, right here!

He's not making any sense or saying anything important, but that might improve somewhat as this drags on. ... Well, it MIGHT. The crowd just boos him.

S. McMichael: Last night, I whooped those other chumps three-on-two in front of ten thousand people all around the world. But tonight, I'm on a mission, baby! I thought I took that little runt Quinn Harper out of action four months ago, but last night I found out he's back and looking for more. Now, Mongo's always been the kind of guy who starts what he finishes, so I'm out here to take him out for another four months. Get him out here, and we're gonna do this!!

So it appears Mongo's calling out Quinn Harper! It was four months ago when Mongo improperly executed a belly-to-back suplex, accidentally making it a rather ugly backdrop driver that put Quinn Harper out of action, and now he's going to try to do it again! "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing, and the crowd cheers as "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper comes out of the backstage entrance and slides inside! Mongo rushes forward and takes a swing at him, but Quinn Harper ducks past it, then nails Mongo with a dropkick when he turns around, sending him staggering to the ropes! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll get this match started!

Quinn Harper starts the match off well, flustering Mongo by hitting him with a barrage of quick offense. Mongo goes spilling out of the ring, and Quinn Harper continues the assault out there by diving out onto him with a 450 plancha! He rolls Mongo back into the ring, then leaps in after him with a springboard cross bodypress, but Mongo catches him and powerslams him to the mat for a two and a half count! Mongo hits him with a few clubbing blows and power moves, then draws a thumb across his throat to signal for the end of the match! He lifts Quinn Harper for the Tombstone... then drops him, seeming to change his mind! What? Mongo clubs Quinn Harper a few more times, then pulls him up from behind and lifts him for the MONGO SUPLEX... but no, Quinn Harper slips out behind him, grabs his head, and brings him down with the QUINNTESSENCE!! The crowd cheers, Quinn Harper covers Mongo, and Jerry Rogers makes the three-count!

The crowd cheers, and Steve McMichael rolls out of the ring, clutching his neck. Quinn Harper has made his comeback in the first singles match since his injury, and he just beat the man who injured him! His return to VCW is rapidly picking up a lot of momentum! As he celebrates his victory, we're going to take a look backstage at Desmond, who made his shocking return to VCW last night by attacking Brujah!

Desmond is sitting on a wooden crate backstage, reading a copy of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, pausing occasionally to smirk or snicker to himself. Once again, his mask is covering the unscarred half of his face, leaving the scarred half exposed. Chris Champlain casually walks up to him and leans on his shoulder.

C. Champlain: You have good taste in literature. The book is much better than any of the movies.

Desmond: I know. The movies are all slapstick. They ruin all the funniest parts. The book is more subtle.

A long moment of silence passes between them as Chris Champlain continues leaning on Desmond's shoulder.

C. Champlain: I enjoyed the way you hurt Brujah last night.

Desmond grins.

Desmond: So did I.

Another moment of silence passes, and Desmond turns back to the book.

C. Champlain: Would you like to torture some random innocent people with me tonight?

Desmond: ... Sure.

Chris Champlain smiles.

C. Champlain: I knew I'd like you.

Desmond gets up and follows Chris Champlain as he walks away, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Oh, no. As bizarre as it was, it appears that Desmond and Chris Champlain actually see eye-to-eye now, to the point where they've formed an alliance! When Desmond first came to VCW, he was holding back a monstrous side... now, it appears that the monster has taken over, and it's holding back the normal human being in him! Between his ill-fated summer in VCW and the collapse of the Illuminati in the last days of SMCW, Desmond's recent misfortunes have clearly changed him.

But now "Jump" by Van Halen is playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden swaggers out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by La Princesa Lobo. He walks to the ring, sneering at the fans, and slides inside, then calls for a microphone. He hasn't done much of note lately, aside from abandoning the Green Dragon during their match at the Waste-of-Time and then making a fool of the Green Dragon backstage later on. But what could he want now?

H. Gilden: Yo. Hot Stuff's in town tonight, and the HEAT IS ON!!

The crowd boos again, and "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden just glares at them.

H. Gilden: But it seems like some people have the wrong idea about me. Some people must think that I'm just a stupid loser, that Hot Stuff is just some kind of chump or something! They made me team up with the Green Dragon at the pay-per-view last night. The Green Dragon! And we had to fight two nobodies who don't even work here! And I'll tell you this... I am INSULTED that they would waste Hot Stuff's time like that!

The crowd just boos some more. "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden has yet to give us any reason why he's so special or significant yet. He's still very much an unproven commodity.

H. Gilden: So I tell you what. You want to see who's a chump? You want to see who's really a loser!? I'll show you. I'm gonna take on that football-headed idiot, Darren Michaels, and END his undefeated streak, right here, tonight! Hot Stuff is gonna take the fast track to the top, and there ain't nothing anybody can do about it!

Wow! The crowd gives a mixed reaction for that. That'd be one way for him to get some credibility really quickly! Darren Michaels is undefeated in VCW right now, and to score the first victory over him would definitely make a major statement! And now "Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as "The Star Player" Darren Michaels comes running out of the backstage entrance! He's still bearing a few marks from last night's barbed wire match, but he looks ready to go! He runs to the ring and slides inside... and Hasan Gilden begins stomping and kicking at him before he can even stand up! The crowd boos, and Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

"Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden
w/La Princesa Lobo

Hasan Gilden continues attacking Darren Michaels, even pounding on him and choking him in the corner, but when he whips Darren Michaels into the ropes, Darren Michaels explodes into action, taking him down with a spear, then hammering him with some high-powered offense. Hasan Gilden is in big trouble very shortly, but manages to turn the match around by blocking a punch and hitting a big discus clothesline out of nowhere. He controls Darren Michaels for a minute or two with simple, basic offense, but then Darren Michaels slips out of his attempt at the Neon Sunset and hits several big moves, culminating in a power bomb for the win.

Darren Michaels goes up to the second turnbuckle and poses to a good-sized round of cheers from the crowd; his undefeated streak continues! Hasan Gilden rolls out of the ring, and La Princesa Lobo rushes to his side to console him. He did put up a decent fight, but he wasn't able to get the job done this time! Perhaps he'll have to earn the respect he feels he deserves in a future match. Hasan Gilden and La Princesa Lobo head backstage, and after a while Darren Michaels does as well.

We're going to move straight ahead with the action, and... hold it, "Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones just kicked on over the arena sound system, to a chorus of boos from the crowd! "Superstar" Sean Black wasn't scheduled to have any business at the arena tonight, but he's making his way to the ring! As usual, he's decked out in his leather vest and leather pants, and he has his typical cocky smirk as he enters the ring, then drops to his knees and flexes his muscles. After that, he calls for a microphone and gets one. He wasn't even supposed to be here tonight; what's he doing getting interview time?

S. Black: It seems to me that I promised you people something: the truth.

The crowd boos. What's this about? If he's talking about Rebecca Black's allegations, we still don't know anything more than we did before the pay-per-view, although he defeated Rebecca Black last night.

S. Black: Now, I'm a man of my word, and I don't see any damn reason why you shouldn't get the truth, right now. So without killing any more time, I want to call out my daughter, Rebecca Black, to set the record straight!!

What!? Hold on! "Brackish" by Kittie begins playing over the arena sound system, and... and Rebecca Black steps out of the backstage entrance, but she looks different! She's wearing a blue ankle-length dress over a lavender blouse with long sleeves, and her once-curly hair is hanging perfectly straight down her back! The bruises on her face are carefully covered up with heavy makeup, though some evidence of swelling is still visible on close inspection, but the look on her face is mild and placid. She slowly walks to the ring, and Sean Black looks on with a satisfied smile, then holds the ropes open for her as she climbs inside! Rebecca Black is here, but she's looking and moving like Wednesday Addams on sedatives! Sean Black puts an arm around her shoulders, and looks at her with a smile.

S. Black: Now, then. Why don't you go ahead and tell everybody the truth? About everything. Go on, tell them.

The crowd is in shock as Rebecca Black slowly reaches out with a trembling hand and takes the microphone.

R. Black: I... I'm sorry, everyone. For everything. I've had a lot of personal problems, and for the past year or so I was spiraling out of control towards my own destruction. Everything I did was... shocking, and offensive. In the past several months I talked about... depraved incest fantasies, made false allegations against my father, and lied about my brother's lineage. But all that was merely a cry for help... because I was desperate to find someone who really loved me before I killed myself. But it was right here in front of me the whole time. My family loves me, and I... I know that, now.

The crowd boos, and Sean Black smiles and squeezes her shoulder gently.

S. Black: I know this isn't easy for you, honey. But it needs to come out. Go on.

R. Black: So now I want to clear things up and tell you the truth. The truth is that my father never abused me. He taught me how to be strong, and how to make it in the wrestling business, but he never hurt me. And he never... touched me inappropriately. And... it's also true that my father is Gabriel's father, and my mother never told me any differently. I made it up, because... I guess I was desperate for attention. But now I know how much damage my lies have done, and I regret them with all my heart. And above all else, I'm grateful that my family, especially my sweet, loving father, have accepted me and helped me begin to turn my life around.

The crowd boos, and Rebecca Black turns and looks at Sean Black, obviously seeking approval.

R. Black: I love you, daddy.

Sean Black smiles and kisses his daughter on the cheek. She flinches for a second, then smiles contentedly. No doubt her face is still sore after last night's brutal battle.

S. Black: I love you too, honey.

The crowd's boos get louder, and they throw a few things into the ring. It looks like Rebecca Black has turned her life around, and... that's probably a good thing, but there's just a feeling about this whole situation that something's horribly wrong.

S. Black: Now as long as I'm out here clearing things up, there's another little blemish on my legacy I'd like to erase. There's a cheap Superstar imitation running around this damn company, stealing my best moves and my style, and it's time for me to show everyone that the imitation can't equal the original.

The crowd's boos continue. What's he talking about?

S. Black: See, I retired to keep this kind of shit from happening. I didn't want anyone to remember anything except for the Superstar at the top of my game, performing as only I can. Well, last night, I realized that at fifty-two years old, I'm STILL at the top of my game. And even if I wasn't, fifty percent of me is worth a hundred and fifty percent of anyone else in VCW. So I'm getting back in the ring, and if he ever makes it back from getting clubbed over the head by Desmond, I'm gonna show Brujah a thing or two about just how it's done!

Wow... "Superstar" Sean Black's coming out of retirement? Beating his daughter up last night must have gone straight to his head! Sean Black stops and paces for a moment before raising the microphone again.

S. Black: When Troy brought that worthless bastard to the company, he couldn't beat a little gook with a damn teddy bear. Then he gets some new intensity, and he gets some new moves... MY moves. Troy had no right to give him the double arm DDT and the swandive headbutt, and Brujah's got no right to use them. Seems to me that the only way he started winning matches was by turning into a third-rate Superstar knock-off. He owes me every bit of success that he's had in his VCW career so far. I'm twice the man that he is, and I've was kicking asses in back alleys and dark smoky halls since before the day he was BORN!!

Sean Black is really getting worked up over Brujah now. Last night must have given him some kind of new confidence, because this is the first we've heard of this.

S. Black: So maybe the smart thing for him to do would be not to come back. But if he survives what happened to him last night, I'll be here waiting for him. I'll show him what it means to be a real tough guy... what it means to be the SUPERSTAR.

The crowd boos, and Sean Black grins, then squeezes his daughter's shoulder again.

S. Black: Now hit my music!

"Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones begins playing over the arena sound system again, and "Superstar" Sean Black holds the ropes open for Rebecca Black as she climbs out of the ring, then he climbs out with her. When Brujah returns after Desmond's attack on him at Spontaneous Combustion, it looks like Sean Black will be waiting for him! But defeating Rebecca Black and beating Brujah are two very different tasks. Can the Superstar really hang in there with a man who's less than half his age? They're heading backstage now, but we may find out soon.

Finally, Sean Black and Rebecca Black are gone, and... uh-oh, "Riders On The Storm" by Creed begins playing, and we may have a very different sort of spectacle on our hands now. The New Immortals, "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario and "Beautiful" Bobby Danson, come out of the backstage entrance, along with Nicole. However, Steve "Mongo" McMichael isn't coming to ringside with them. Perhaps he's still in the showers after his match with Quinn Harper, or (more likely) just off somewhere goofing off. The New Immortals enter the ring and grab microphones.

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

B. Danson: And I'm his tag team partner, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. Together, we're the New Immortals... two great wrestlers, one exceptionally excellent tag team. We're joined today by Nicole, but unfortunately Mongo's tied up backstage with some pressing business.

The crowd boos. Apart from the usual reasons to boo the New Immortals, you have to wonder just what sort of pressing business Mongo of all people would be tied up with backstage? Maybe he got his head stuck in a toilet or something...

M. Lazzario: You people have a right to be upset. Last night was simply disgraceful. It was intolerable. There was NO good reason for what happened last night! I was embarrassed to be a part of it, and I was embarrassed for you people, that you had to sit through it! Our match with the Nasty Boys was, without a doubt, the worst match in VCW history!

That might be going a bit far. After all, one could probably search through the VCW archives for matches involving Tuxedo or Big Trouble and easily dispute that point. But it was still a pretty shoddy spectacle. The crowd shows their agreement by booing.

B. Danson: So tonight, we're throwing out another open challenge, and this time, we're getting serious. We're going to show everyone what the New Immortals can do when we're not trying to be funny. So this is a call to any tag team backstage to come out and get a taste of what the New Immortals are really capable of!

They have a good point; Bobby Danson and Moy Lazzario aren't bad wrestlers by any means. If they're serious, they could rival some of the top tag teams in VCW! But who, if anybody will accept their challenge?

M. Lazzario: Come on! Anybody backstage! We're not ducking anybody! Anybody who--

Hold it, "New World Order" by Ministry just kicked on!! Is that... it is!! Desmond and Chris Champlain walk out of the backstage entrance, and the crowd explodes into boos. The New Immortals may be goofs, but they have to be the lesser of two evils compared with these two sadistic madmen! We saw them form an evil union together backstage, and now they're coming to answer the New Immortals' challenge! Moy Lazzario and Bobby Danson exchange a brief look of terror, then begin backing off!

B. Danson: No, wait! Not you! Somebody else!! If anybody ELSE backstage wants a fight, we... oh, NO!!

Desmond and Chris Champlain just slid into the ring! Nicole just bails out and runs quickly backstage, and Moy Lazzario also leaves the ring! Bobby Danson gathers his resolve and takes a swing at Desmond, but a big right hand doesn't even faze him, and Desmond clobbers him with a right hand and sends him sprawling to the mat! Harold Brusco enters the ring and calls for the bell, and it looks like the New Immortals got an answer to their challenge, whether they wanted it or not!!

Desmond just dominates and brutalizes Bobby Danson, displaying inhuman strength and toughness, then tags in Chris Champlain. Though he's violent and sadistic, Chris Champlain at least isn't superhuman, and after enduring some more abuse Bobby Danson manages to stun him with an elbow to the ribs, then tags in Moy Lazzario. Together, they hit a few nice moves on Chris Champlain and enjoy a brief advantage. But after a minute or so, Chris Champlain retakes control of Moy Lazzario, breaks him down with a few moves, and tags in Desmond. Desmond mauls Moy Lazzario with several devastating power moves, then annihilates Bobby Danson as well when he tries to run in and help. With both New Immortals beaten senseless, Desmond hits Moy Lazzario with the Outcast and covers for the academic three-count.

The New Immortals were just annihilated. Alone, on their best day, either of them might match up against Chris Champlain, but Desmond is showing some terrible strength and destructive energy since his return to VCW. Chris Champlain has gained a powerful, dangerous new ally, and the rest of VCW had better be watching out. Chris Champlain and Desmond stomp and kick at the fallen bodies of the New Immortals a few more times, then leave the ring and head backstage. At least this scene didn't get any uglier, and after a short time the New Immortals are able to leave the ring under their own power.

We're going to take a look backstage now! We understand that "The California Crippler" Ken Collins, Brian Rivera, and Marylin Silvera have been booked to face the Unholy Alliance in a six-man tag team match tonight, and Ken Collins has just been notified of that! Let's take a look backstage...

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera are sitting around backstage. Brian Rivera's wearing a purple top hat that matches his purple Nike high-tops, a silk shirt with a ruffled collar, and a pair of green denim cut-off shorts, while Marylin Silvera's wearing his usual pink silk blouse and red tights.

B. Rivera: I tell you what, bubba, this shit is the BOMB! We back in San Francisco hooking up with hot-ass hookers, getting our game on in all the fly clubs, and doing all kinds of ill shit!

M. Silvera: Oh yes. This lifestyle we lead is so wonderful... so sinfully decadent. We're so naughty, aren't we, Brian?

Marylin Silvera bats his eyelashes at Brian Rivera, but Brian Rivera seems not to notice the sexual undertones.

B. Rivera: Yeah, buddy, we're the cat's ass, man. Ain't nobody gonna keep us down now!

Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman walk up to Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera, and they look rather upset.

K. Collins: Hey guys. You know we have to--

M. Silvera: Ahh. The meat wagon just rolled in.

B. Rivera: Hey! Word up, Good Will Hunting! How's it hanging, dog?

K. Collins: Look... I'm not thrilled about this, but I have a match with you guys. Against Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, and Gabriel Black. Now, I'm not completely a hundred percent after damn near killing myself trying to get the VCW Intercontinental Title back from Lance Errington, so we can't have any weak links. Think you can pull your own weight in a match like that?

B. Rivera: Hey, it's cool, it's cool! We got your back, man! Just kick back, fire up a phat blunt, and take it easy, yo!

Marylin Silvera walks over to Stacey Lockman, smiling mischievously, and blatantly reaches forward and grabs her breasts.

M. Silvera: Hmmm... your nubile young body, so soft and so tempting...

Stacey Lockman yells and jumps back indignantly, and Ken Collins glares at Marylin Silvera, stepping between them.

S. Lockman: Keep your hands off me, you weirdo!

K. Collins: Yeah. You'd better keep away from her. It's best for both of us.

Marylin Silvera gives Ken Collins a coy smile.

M. Silvera: Both of us, you say? I couldn't agree more. You know, I really like a man who looks good in a dress...

K. Collins: ... You think I look good in a dress? Really?

M. Silvera: In your Evening Gown Match with Robert Danson two years ago... you looked positively stunning. Innocent yet resplendent and seductive. I've entertained many a private moment remembering that night.

Ken Collins blushes and smiles.

K. Collins: Wow... thanks. Nobody's ever told me how pretty I--

Stacey Lockman just looks disgusted and shocked.

S. Lockman: Ken! What the hell's wrong with you!?

Realizing Stacey Lockman is displeased, Ken Collins quickly changes his attitude.

K. Collins: Er, I mean... shut up, you weirdo! Yeah, what's wrong with you, anyway!?

Marylin Silvera runs his hands seductively over the sheer silk of his blouse and shudders.

M. Silvera: My lightning rod is charged with potent electricity to the point of overflowing--

S. Lockman: Damn it, STOP that already! You're TOTALLY freaking us out!!

Ken Collins backs away from Marylin Silvera and Brian Rivera with Stacey Lockman.

K. Collins: Yeah, just... we'll see you for the match, okay? Try not to screw it up.

Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman quickly leave the room, and Marylin Silvera turns back to Brian Rivera with a shrug.

M. Silvera: They needn't worry about us upholding our end of the match, do they?

B. Rivera: Naw, dude. We finna bust a cap in that Unholy Alliance tonight, my friend!

The camera fades out on the backstage scene as Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera resume just standing around and hanging out.

We're back, and ready to go ahead with our next match! "Halfway Decent" by Audio Karate begins playing, and the crowd gives a mild round of cheers as "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon comes out of the backstage entrance, dressed to wrestle! Last night, she and Pauline Vietjohn put up a valiant fight against Virginia and Komachi, but they were no match for the two gargantuan veterans. Fortunately, thanks to some timely intervention by Quinn Harper, they weren't hurt. Heather Dannon comes to the ring and grabs a microphone.

H. Dannon: Last night, Pauline and I gave it everything we had. We did our very best... and we got our butts kicked. But we would have gotten them kicked worse if it hadn't been for "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper. So I just wanted to say thank you to him... and tell him that he's a really cool wrestler and I'm glad he helped us and stuff. Thanks, Quinn!

Well, if she's not eloquent, at least she's grateful. The crowd gives a small round of cheers.

H. Dannon: But that was last night. This is tonight, and I've got a match! Bring it on! I'm gonna win one tonight!

Heather Dannon tosses aside the microphone, and "Stupefy" by Disturbed begins playing over the arena sound system. Mary Cohen comes to the ring, giving Heather Dannon an angry look. We know she won't go easy on Heather Dannon, and if Heather's at less than a hundred percent, she could run into trouble here. Mary Cohen climbs into the ring, and Brendan Powers calls for the bell to begin this match!

Mary Cohen seems to be a superior wrestler to Heather Dannon, keeping her grounded on the mat and wearing her down there, but Heather Dannon has more energy and enthusiasm and gets the crowd behind her even though her offense is nothing special. Mary Cohen tries to work Heather Dannon's neck, with facelocks and headlocks that annoy the crowd, but Heather Dannon doesn't let her keep the advantage long enough to do serious damage. But as Heather Dannon finally builds some momentum, Chris Champlain comes out of the backstage entrance in a cloak! What the hell!? He grabs a chair and slides into the ring... and nails Heather Dannon from behind with it! Heather Dannon goes down in a heap, and Brendan Powers calls for the bell to end this match!

What the hell is Chris Champlain doing out here!? He drops the chair, then reaches into his cloak and pulls out what appears to be a tee-ball bat that was dipped in superglue and covered in broken glass fragments from lightbulbs!! What a bizarre and sadistic weapon!! Chris Champlain hands it to Mary Cohen handle-first, and she takes it, looking confused, and then he grabs Heather Dannon in a full nelson, holds her up, and says something to Mary Cohen! Mary Cohen looks at the glass-covered bat in her hands, then back at Chris Champlain and Heather Dannon... and her hand tightens around the bat slowly as the faintest hint of a smile tries to creep onto her face! She never smiles, but it looks like she might start now! She nods and clutches the handle tightly... oh, no! She's not really going to do this, is she!? What kind of person is Mary Cohen!?

But someone else is coming out of the backstage entrance... it's QUINN HARPER!! The crowd explodes into cheers! He saved Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn last night, and it looks like he's watching out for her again tonight! As Mary Cohen draws the broken glass bat back, Quinn Harper slides into the ring, comes up behind Chris Champlain, and grabs him by the hair, pulling him off of Heather Dannon and turning him around into the QUINNTESSENCE!! He just dropped Chris Champlain like a bad habit, and then he pops up and stares at Mary Cohen! She loses her nerve quickly and drops the bat, running backstage! Quinn Harper just came out and saved Heather Dannon, and now he kneels over her to make sure she's okay!

As Quinn Harper helps Heather Dannon, we're going to take a look backstage at Stiff Competition, who will reunite for the first time since Dean Sanders's injury to take on the Knights of the Squared Circle in our next match! Let's take a look at this amazing tag team reforming tonight!

Dean Sanders and Bass Rogers are dressed to wrestle backstage, and near them, Darren Michaels is sitting in a pair of shorts. Bass Rogers is beat up and battle-scarred after last night's Barbed Wire Match, but he still looks dangerous and ready for a fight.

D. Sanders: It's just smashing to have our team back together. I saw you run the Wrecking Crew right out of VCW last night, and I'll be pleased if we can do the same for the Knights of the Squared Circle tonight.

B. Rogers: I been wanting my hands on that big bastard Oldcastle for quite some time now anyway. I'm gonna show him who the real big dog around here is!

D. Sanders: It'll be nice to have a partner I can depend on. Tommy Hustle simply didn't have the physical power to compete with those brutes, and Devaccio Pola had no sense in his head at all. You're a longtime veteran of this sport, Bass. I know I can depend on you not to lose your head and cost us the match.

As Dean Sanders talks, Devaccio Pola walks up behind him. Darren Michaels looks at Dean Sanders.

D. Michaels: Hey, Dean. Behind you.

Dean Sanders turns around, and Devaccio Pola shakes his head and grins.

D. Pola: No sense in my head at all, huh? Lost my head and cost you the match, did I? Well, I'm guilty as charged, partner. I never had any brains in my head to begin with. But if you want to go talking about me like that about me, it's clear you don't either.

Dean Sanders stares at Devaccio Pola with disdain.

D. Sanders: Perhaps I don't. I mistook you for someone special, see. Someone as tough, yet skillful as myself, or as intense and focused as Bass Rogers. I didn't have the intelligence or perception to see that you were a common scrawny ruffian who's unable to remember the fundamental basics of wrestling.

D. Pola: Now hold on there. I'm no common scrawny ruffian. I'm the DAMNEDEST scrawny ruffian you ever SAW!! In case you don't remember, I beat this big tub of guts you're buddying around with now. Remember that, Bass? Remember the House of Pain Match!? You wanna come back to my house anytime soon!? Huh!?

B. Rogers: Yeah, you're good. But let me tell you something--

D. Pola: Unless it's the address of a good all-you-can-eat buffet, you don't have NOTHING to tell nobody, fat man. And let me tell you something else! You think--

D. Sanders: No. Let me tell YOU something, lad. After Bass Rogers and I reckon with the Knights of the Squared Circle and accomplish the task you failed at last night, I'll be happy to let you prove your worth against me personally at your earliest convenience. You and me, man to man. If you want to prove you're anything more than a disappointment, do it in the ring, not with your words.

Devaccio Pola chuckles to himself and nods.

D. Pola: All right. That's the way you want it, that's the way we'll do it. You come back around after you're done getting smacked around by some tanning-booth-addicted wannabe swashbuckler, and I'll kick your ugly face clean off your big head. You got that?

Dean Sanders frowns and nods stiffly.

D. Sanders: Indeed. Before long, I'll come your way and pay you a visit, Mr. Pola. You may depend on it.

Dean Sanders leaves the room, and Bass Rogers follows him. Devaccio Pola shakes his head, then grins at Darren Michaels.

D. Pola: You picked a weird crowd to fall in with, kid.

Devaccio Pola chuckles to himself, then walks out of the room, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and "Tziganne" by Bozzio, Levin, and Stevens begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as the Knights of the Squared Circle, Jockey Oldcastle and Monty Pompous, come out of the backstage entrance and make their way to the ring! They won their match against Dean Sanders and Devaccio Pola last night by count-out, but in the process Monty Pompous was stripped of his clothing and his dignity, and he's vowed revenge for that humiliation! Tonight, the Knights of the Squared Circle will seek that revenge by facing Stiff Competition, the team of Bass Rogers and Dean Sanders! They enter the ring and climb inside, looking angry and devoid of their usual bluster.

And now "War Machine" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as Stiff Competition, Dean Sanders and Bass Rogers, come out of the backstage entrance! They also have a no-nonsense demeanor about them, and they're ready for a fight! Without any hesitation, they walk boldly to the ring and climb inside, brawling with the Knights of the Squared Circle! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

The first few minutes of the match are a chaotic brawl before it finally settles down to a regular tag team match. Monty Pompous wants revenge against Dean Sanders and fights him every chance he gets, but for the most part he is outmaneuvered, outclassed, and even outbrawled by his smaller opponent. Bass Rogers and Jockey Oldcastle also face off, and the crowd watches in keen interest to see which big man is superior. Bass Rogers's offense looks much more painful and he takes Jockey Oldcastle down a few times, but he can't just throw him around as he's used to doing with smaller opponents, and their conflict seems nearly a stalemate until Jockey Oldcastle runs out of breath and tags out at the first opportunity.

Monty Pompous comes back in to carry the fight for his team again, but Dean Sanders is full of energy and venom and he lays a savage beating on him, countering his attempts at big offense and hitting some big moves of his own! A power bomb by Dean Sanders gets a near fall, and then he steps out to the apron, preparing to go to the top turnbuckle! But someone's coming out of the backstage entrance!! It's a large man wearing a wide-brimmed swashbuckler-style hat with a feather stuck in it, a silk shirt, riding boots, and purple silk slacks, with a matching purple jacket! It's... Jack Norman, but good God, he looks different!! Jack Norman runs to the ring... and Jockey Oldcastle's distracting Jerry Rogers! Jack Norman pulls a billy club out of his jacket and jumps up to the apron as Dean Sanders reaches the top turnbuckle, whacking him in the back of the head with the billy club! Dean Sanders falls off of the turnbuckle, and Monty Pompous crawls over and pins him as Jockey Oldcastle enters the ring to cut off Bass Rogers! Jerry Rogers turns around and counts, and gets three!

Thanks to some interference by Jack Norman, who's now dressed as a swashbuckler for some reason, the Knights of the Squared Circle just stole this one! Bass Rogers is still going toe to toe with Jockey Oldcastle, and starting to get the upper hand... but Jack Norman slides into the ring behind him, then clubs him with the billy club! Bass Rogers slumps forward to one knee, and Jockey Oldcastle hammers him to the mat with clubbing blows, then leaps up and comes down on him with a BIG SPLASH!! Stiff Competition has been laid to waste thanks to Jack Norman's interference! And now Monty Pompous is calling for a microphone...

M. Pompous: There! That is your just desserts, you arrogant villain! You dare to assault and humiliate a gentleman of my qualities, and this is the price you pay!

The crowd boos loudly. Monty Pompous just beat Dean Sanders again, and certainly achieved his revenge for what happened at Spontaneous Combustion!

M. Pompous: And now, to the sniveling mongrels in the audience as well as the lazy do-nothings watching the television in their homes, I would like to present the NEWEST member of the Knights of the Squared Circle... "Hell's Musketeer" JACQUES NORMANDY!!

"Hell's Musketeer" Jacques Normandy!? That's the stupidest thing they've come up with yet! The crowd boos, and Jacques Normandy takes the microphone and begins speaking, but still in his tough guy biker accent...

J. Normandy: How you like that, boy!? Dean Sanders was just the first to find out that Jacques Normandy is big on ass-whooping, short on mercy!! Now we're gonna show the rest of VCW's uneducated, lowlife... er, blackguards the worst damn upper-class ass-whooping they done ever had!!

Jacques Normandy throws aside the microphone, pumps a fist in the air, and bellows loudly, then takes a Three Musketeers candy bar out of his pocket, rips off the wrapper, and bites a huge chunk out of it. Now he'll be known as "Hell's Musketeer" Jacques Normandy... and if you look past just how stupid that is, it means that the Knights of the Squared Circle just picked up a big, tough ally. We know that Jack Norman--now Jacques Normandy--is a proven commodity by anyone's standards; he's a former VCW World Tag Team Champion and one of the toughest men in this business!

The three members of the Knights of the Squared Circle begin heading backstage together, with the crowd still booing them as they go. Dean Sanders may have his revenge yet further down the line, but from what we saw before this match it looks like he also has Devaccio Pola to worry about! Devaccio Pola will also be in our next match, but before that, we're going to take a look backstage at Chris Champlain and Desmond again! These two are getting along a little too well for the safety of VCW's general public.

Chris Champlain and Desmond are walking down a hallway backstage. Chris Champlain is happily whistling to himself to the tune of Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Looking Out My Back Door", and Desmond is just following him silently. Finally, they reach a door.

Desmond: So why'd you attack Heather Dannon again?

C. Champlain: Just doing my friendly deed for the day. I'm trying to reach out and connect with people more. I mean, think of what things would be like if we'd never met, hmm? Aren't you glad I stopped to talk to you?

Desmond nods and smiles.

Desmond: Oh, yes. But... her?

C. Champlain: Yes.

Chris Champlain opens the door, and walks in on Mary Cohen, who's wearing a pair of black jeans, a black bra, and her eyepatch. Her hair is wet, but neatly combed. She turns to Chris Champlain and Desmond, startled, and folds her arms over herself quickly.

M. Cohen: Hey! What do you want!? Can't you see I'm getting dressed?

C. Champlain: Terribly sorry. Sorry I didn't come in a few moments earlier, that is.

Chris Champlain flashes a quick smile and steps into the room, and Desmond follows him.

M. Cohen: So what do you want?

C. Champlain: A million billion dollars, a personal harem filled with at least seventy clones of Mimi Rogers, a secret base on the moon with full life support, and enough nuclear weapons to stop anyone else from stealing any of it. But I'm here to ask about you, actually. What do YOU want?

Mary Cohen glares at Chris Champlain, and he just walks closer.

M. Cohen: Don't get cute with me.

C. Champlain: I'm afraid it's too late for that, my dear. I've always been a rather fetching lad, and I've managed to keep my looks in spite of the brutality I've been through.

M. Cohen: Shut up. You know what I mean. Why'd you come in and attack Heather in my match? Why'd you give me that horrible weapon? And what are you doing here now?

Chris Champlain walks up to Mary Cohen so that he's standing very close to her and smiles.

C. Champlain: I guess you could say that I was... keeping an EYE OUT for you.

Chris Champlain taps Mary Cohen's eyepatch and giggles, and her face twists and gets a little bit redder. She fixes Chris Champlain with a hateful stare and chokes back a sob.

M. Cohen: Fuck you.

Mary Cohen slaps Chris Champlain hard across the face. He just turns back to her, smiles, and puts a hand on his cheek.

C. Champlain: If you like, love, I'd be more than willing. I must confess that I'm rather taken with the "battle-scarred ice queen" image you present.

M. Cohen: Shut up, you bastard!

Mary Cohen slaps Chris Champlain again. He puts a hand on his cheek again, but this time he doesn't smile; he looks genuinely remorseful.

C. Champlain: Forgive me. I've been unkind to you. May I start over?

M. Cohen: Just tell me... what the hell were you doing in my match!?

C. Champlain: I was watching out for you. People have assumed I have no empathy, but nothing could be further from the truth. I have more than enough empathy. I have a deep sense of another person's feelings, and that allows me to appreciate the anguish and torment I cause, to savor it like a drug. It also allows me to feel the unhappiness and anger that radiate from you like heat from Satan's own toaster oven.

M. Cohen: So what? Why should you care?

C. Champlain: I'd like to make you happy. You've never really "belonged" anywhere, have you? You've never had a group of people to trust and depend on, have you? Let me make you a present of friendship and common interest. The world's an unpleasant, wicked place, isn't it? I'd be delighted to assist you in tearing it down, piece by piece.

M. Cohen: No! Why would you think like that!? Why would...

Mary Cohen stops in mid-sentence and looks away, then looks at Chris Champlain much more calmly.

M. Cohen: But it's true. Not one person in this company has said one word to me beyond the bare minimum business talk. You're certainly the first person to talk about... friendship. But you're... you. Everyone knows you're crazy and sick.

C. Champlain: So they all ignored you, did they? You'd think they'd know better. Especially the good practicing Christians like Russel and Gabriel. "He prayeth best who loveth best all creatures great and small / for the dear God who loveth us, he made and loveth all." Isn't that in the Bible somewhere?

Desmond: No. "Rime of the Ancient Mariner," by Coleridge.

C. Champlain: Yes, sorry. I often get the two mixed up. At any rate, Mary... it's clear you've been wronged. Wouldn't you like to make them pay for their arrogance by drowning them in rivers of their own blood?

Mary Cohen sighs and looks down.

M. Cohen: It's true that I have a lot of pent-up anger...

C. Champlain: Good. Let it simmer and fester. Let your hatred feed upon itself. When your anger and hatred have peaked, come to me, and I will show you how to bring it to a violent climax.

M. Cohen: But... this all sounds so creepy. And it shouldn't be as appealing as it is!

C. Champlain: There is an alternative, of course. You could keep going on like this, battling the likes of Heather Dannon and La Princesa Lobo and drifting through time and space on your own. It's certainly an honest living, even if it's not much of a life.

M. Cohen: I just don't know.

Chris Champlain reaches into his cloak and pulls out a piece of paper, then hands it to Mary Cohen.

C. Champlain: Well, when you find out, be sure that you tell me. Here's a handy form for you to fill out. Farewell until then. And have a GREAT day!

Chris Champlain turns and walks away as Mary Cohen stares at the paper in confusion, and then Desmond turns and follows him, closing the door behind them. The camera shifts angles to a view over Mary Cohen's shoulder, and from that angle one can see that the paper says "Do you want to be my friend? Circle Yes or No." with the words "YES" and "NO" below it, and a round smiley-face colored in with lemon yellow below that.

Mary Cohen crumples the paper up and tosses it in a nearby trashcan, then goes and pulls a blue T-shirt out of her gym bag, But before she puts it on, she hesitates, then sets it down. Mary Cohen takes a deep breath and retrieves the paper from the trashcan, then smooths it out, folds it up, and sticks it in the back pocket of her jeans as the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS is playing over the arena sound system as the Jolly Rogers come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Nurse Vivacia! The crowd gives them a mild round of boos. Nobody has seen hide nor hair of Seaman Staines or Roger the Cabin Boy since they were mauled by Steve "Mongo" McMichael last night, and that's probably a good thing. We're going to see "Dastardly" Dave Adams in singles competition against Devaccio Pola tonight, and it figures that he has his remaining cronies with him to watch his back. They enter the ring, and Tom Guycot grabs a microphone. He looks out at the crowd as if scanning the horizon for something, then raises the microphone.

T. Guycot: Gentlemen... there is POWER in the world tonight! Power in the form of energy!! And electricity! The night is full of possibility!

The crowd seems confused. What is he talking about!?

T. Guycot: Tonight, our captain faces Devaccio Pola. And later tonight, I extend a mighty challenge to Johnny Smiles!! For you see, I have a devious plan to overcome him through the process of success and victory!

Wow! If we can read between the gibberish, it sounds like Tom Guycot's calling out Johnny Smiles! That's a pretty bold move for Tom Guycot! He stalks around the ring in a sneaky fashion, then squats down and raises the microphone again.

T. Guycot: Beware, Johnny Smiles! I am skilled in the arts of treachery and subterfuge! My sinister mind has hatched countless plots, any one of which could be your undoing. Which will I use? That is the mystery which you have no chance of solving! Beware! But it does not matter, so long as I overcome you... in my own way.

Tom Guycot stands up straight and grows solemn, then hands the microphone off to Dave Adams.

D. Adams: And when it comes to the ladies... Dastardly Dave's in town, so take your number and get in line for one of my special house calls. You're all invited to enter a realm of exquisite ecstasy, from which few have ever returned. As the clouds rumble up above, bombarding your body with a storm of sensual--

Hold it, Dave Adams was just cut off by the opening of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man"! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Devaccio Pola steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing blue jeans and combat boots! He stalks down to the ring, pointing angrily at Dave Adams, and slides inside! Tom Guycot and Nurse Vivacia bail out of the ring, and Dave Adams takes a swing at Devaccio Pola, but Devaccio Pola blocks it and starts hammering Dave Adams in the face repeatedly! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

"Dastardly" Dave Adams
w/Nurse Vivacia & "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot

Devaccio Pola starts off strong, giving Dave Adams a vicious beating with strikes and kicks, and frequent quick aerial moves. Dave Adams is reeling, and Devaccio Pola appears to be on his way to a quick and relatively one-sided victory when Tom Guycot trips him from the outside. Bobcat McGavin didn't see the trip, but he's suspicious of it anyway, and he orders Nurse Vivacia and Tom Guycot to leave ringside! But the damage is done, and Dave Adams takes the advantage and works Devaccio Pola over for a few minutes, cutting off a few brief comebacks that Pola manages to make. After giving him some abuse, Dave Adams goes for the Doctor's Orders, but Devaccio Pola elbows out of it, then fights back with some intense offense before nailing Dave Adams with a VICIOUS kick to the head that seems to knock him out cold!! Devaccio Pola covers, and that gets the three-count!

Dave Adams just got his clock cleaned, and Devaccio Pola has emerged with the victory! He raises his hands in victory briefly, but he seems preoccupied for some reason. After a few seconds, Dave Adams gets up and staggers backstage, and Devaccio Pola paces around in the ring for a few seconds, then rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone! With the microphone in his hands, he slides back into the ring.

D. Pola: Y'know, I was just thinking. If Dean Sanders has a problem with me and wants to settle it... let's just do it NOW!

The crowd explodes into cheers! This is certainly spontaneous, but this may not be the right time. Dean Sanders was just hit in the head with a billy club a few minutes ago, and we don't even know for certain that he's still in the building! Devaccio Pola paces in the ring for a few seconds.

D. Pola: What's the matter? You didn't leave already, did you!? Are you still in the building!? If you're still here, get out here, and let's settle this!

He may not even still be here. Devaccio Pola is carried away in the moment, and the crowd wants to see them go at it right now, but... hold it, "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam just started playing! What the hell!? Who the hell is this!? The crowd is surprised for a few seconds... and then Roger the Cabin Boy steps out of the backstage entrance! But instead of wearing his goofy sailor's outfit, he's wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans now, and his blond hair is dyed black! He looks angry, and he has a microphone... what's he doing out here? Devaccio Pola grins and shakes his head.

D. Pola: So I beat the captain, and the cabin boy comes looking for revenge? Get lost and save yourself from a world of hurt, boy. I don't have time for this.

Roger: This is EXACTLY why I'm out here! I'm tired of being treated with this kind of contempt! I didn't ask to be a paper boy, or a cabin boy named Roger! I'm tired of these stupid joke names and goofy gimmicks! My name's Jeremy Tellier, and I'm mad as hell, and I'm not taking it any more!

Roger the Cabin Boy, now going by his real name Jeremy Tellier, is walking to the ring with an angry snarl on his face! Devaccio Pola just smiles and puts a hand up, motioning for him to stop.

D. Pola: All right, good for you. Fight the power, kid. But right now, I have some business of my own, with Dean Sanders. So just let me call him out here and--

Jeremy Tellier doesn't even slow down... he slides into the ring with Devaccio Pola and stands up! It's a rare day to see Devaccio Pola towering half a foot over somebody, but that's the case here!

J. Tellier: No, you don't! You're not overlooking me! I'm tired of people overlooking me! In NCXCW, they called me the Paperboy, and everyone overlooked me! In the Jolly Rogers, I got an even stupider name, and I was the low man on the totem pole, below even Tom Guycot's geezer uncle who never took a wrestling lesson in his life! And Nurse Vivacia wouldn't even sleep with me! She said it'd be statutory rape or something! Big deal! I turn eighteen in April, damn it! That was just an excuse!!

Jeremy Tellier's just ranting and raving now. Devaccio Pola just shakes his head and grins.

D. Pola: Vivacia wouldn't touch you? Man, you DO have it rough. She'll screw anything that walks. Now anyway, maybe you could get outta here and...

J. Tellier: NO! Damn it, no! You think you can just come in here after taking seven months off for a little arm sprain and boss ME around!? I just took the Mongo suplex last night--the move that put Quinn Harper out for FOUR MONTHS--and I'm back already! And I'm tired of stepping aside!

Devaccio Pola glares at Jeremy Tellier now. He's starting to lose his patience.

D. Pola: Now look. I'm gonna warn you just one more time. If I have to warn you again, I'm gonna--

Hold on, Jeremy Tellier just slapped Devaccio Pola in the face! The crowd lets out an "ooohhh," and Jeremy Tellier probably just effectively committed suicide!

J. Tellier: Shut up!

Devaccio Pola looks back at Jeremy Tellier in disbelief, and a grin spreads across his face. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head.

D. Pola: Oh, man. Okay, okay, you got my attention. But now... do you mind doing that again, just one time? Because I'm not sure I believe what just happened.

Jeremy Tellier steps right up and slaps Devaccio Pola again! Again, Devaccio Pola shakes his head and grins, and then he puts a hand on Jeremy Tellier's shoulder.

D. Pola: All right. You've got a hell of a lot of guts, you know that? And I respect anyone with that much in the way of guts. You're okay in my--

Jeremy Tellier cuts Devaccio Pola off with another slap! The crowd goes "oooohhh" again, and Jeremy Tellier's not backing down! Is he trying to get himself killed!?

D. Pola: Y'know, I'm trying to be a nice guy here and tell you I admire your guts. So maybe you--

Jeremy Tellier slaps Devaccio Pola again! Again, Devaccio Pola takes the slap and looks back with a grin, but this time there's a glimmer of madness in his eyes.

D. Pola: Now that wasn't too swift, was it!? Your odds of making it out of here in one piece keep getting slimmer and slimmer, my boy--

Jeremy Tellier slaps Devaccio Pola again... but this time, Devaccio Pola just caught his hand! Devaccio Pola kicks Jeremy Tellier in the midsection to a thunderous burst of cheers from the crowd, then pulls him into a standing headscissors! He lifts Jeremy Tellier for a power bomb... but Jeremy Tellier counters it with a Frankensteiner, flinging Devaccio Pola to the mat! The crowd boos, Devaccio Pola pops right up to his feet, and Jeremy Tellier runs at him with a high cross body... but Devaccio Pola catches him! And he powers him up into a Gorilla Press, then takes a running start, and FLINGS him out over the top rope to the floor!! Jeremy Tellier flies through the air and lands in a heap at ringside, and the crowd cheers!

"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as Devaccio Pola rolls out of the ring and begins heading backstage. As some trainers come out to scrape Jeremy Tellier off of the floor, we're going to take a look at a video filmed earlier today at David Wright Hubbard's ranch in Texas and sent via satellite to the VCW offices! Let's take a look...

The camera shows a large, fenced-in, dusty field surrounded by a wooden fence, with a barn inside. David Wright Hubbard is leaning against the fence, wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans, with a crutch by his right side. Michelle Hubbard is standing by his side, with her arm around his waist.

D.W. Hubbard: All right. Now I'm sure even the dumbest people out there can see that I ain't in the arena tonight. I went home. I couldn't come to the show, because I'm a hurt man. Basically, that lousy son of a bitch Lars Coverdale came after my bad knee with a chair last night. Therefore, I ain't able to be on the damn show in the arena tonight.

David Wright Hubbard pauses and looks at his crutch with some contempt.

D.W. Hubbard: As far as I'm concerned, this whole thing's getting real old. I know that punk-ass son of a bitch Lars Coverdale must be sitting at home, all sad and upset, because I power bombed his little woman from fifteen feet in the air and made her bust her head on the concrete floor. He's probably sniveling and crying and wondering why he ever thought it was a good idea to piss me off, and all over a little woman. What a bunch of crap. Far as I'm concerned, anybody who's gonna get that worked up over some insignificant little woman ain't a real man at all.

Michelle Hubbard glares at David Wright Hubbard and takes her arm from around his waist, then starts to walk away.

D.W. Hubbard: Hey, where you going!? I ain't done shooting my video yet!

M. Hubbard: I think your soup and cornbread's probably cooled down enough to eat. I'm gonna go put a little something special in your soup for you and bring it out here. Think you'd like that?

David Wright Hubbard smiles and nods earnestly.

D.W. Hubbard: Why, yes! Yes, I would. I'd like that very much. Go on ahead and put a little something special in my soup for me, then bring it on out here for me. That'd be wonderful, dear.

Michelle Hubbard walks away, and David Wright Hubbard watches her go with a smile, then turns back to the camera.

D.W. Hubbard: Now that's a nice little woman. She's nice and obedient and helpful like she oughtta be. But Lars, I think I did you a favor. Basically, that girl you used to run around with was dumber than hell, and it's a good thing she ain't gonna be around no more after I split her damn skull. But you're too much of a damn idiot to see that, so you went and whacked my knee with a chair. And damn it, Lars, I did not appreciate that one bit. I'm a hard-working man. I got a lot of chores that need done around the ranch here, and I can't do 'em now, on account of I'm hurt.

David Wright Hubbard gestures around at the ranch.

D.W. Hubbard: See, I gotta feed the horses, clear up all the brush, fix the barn, mend the fences, and basically I can't do none of that stuff with a hurt knee. What am I supposed to do now, huh? Hire it out, and spend money on getting some punk kid to do it? They wouldn't do it right anyway, and I got other plans for my money. You think I should get my wife to do it? Hell, she'd screw the chores up too. She ain't worth a damn when it comes to doing man work. So this is real inconvenient, Lars.

David Wright Hubbard calms down and leans back against the fence, and Michelle Hubbard walks up to him, carrying a bowl of soup and a plate of cornbread. She hands them to him, and he takes them eagerly.

D.W. Hubbard: Hey, thanks there, little lady. This smells delicious.

David Wright Hubbard takes a spoonful of the soup and eats it, then smiles.

D.W. Hubbard: Say, what was that "something special" you put in my soup, anyway? Because this tastes pretty damn good.

Michelle Hubbard smiles sweetly back at him.

M. Hubbard: It's a special secret recipe of mine. You're the only one I'll ever make it for, too.

D.W. Hubbard: Hey, that's great. Why don't you make up all my soup like this from now on? It's great! Even better than usual!

Michelle Hubbard nods, still with the sweet smile on her face.

M. Hubbard: Oh, I'd be happy to do that for you, dear...

The camera fades out on David Wright Hubbard and his wife as he continues his meal.

We're back, and we're ready to go on to our next match! "Denial" by Sevendust begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Gabriel Black, Jacob Idol, and Rob Solomon of the Unholy Alliance come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Derek Cole and Jasmina Chastity. Gabriel Black is wearing the VCW Television Title, which he retained last night only by getting himself disqualified against Johnny Smiles by blatantly attacking him with a chair, in the hopes of knocking him out and leaving him unable to escape a Destiny Driver attempt. Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon are still empty-handed after battling the Ontario Colour Show to a time-limit draw last night. None of them look particularly happy or upbeat. The Unholy Alliance enters the ring, and Gabriel Black calls for a microphone.

G. Black: We have a match in a few moments, but I'd appreciate the chance to say a few things first.

Oh, no. If somebody doesn't cut him off, this could hold up the show for a while.

G. Black: First of all, I'd like to congratulate our friends Lance Errington and Melissa DelArmeggio on their performances last night, and wish them a speedy recovery from their injuries. Though, from what I've been told, both of them expect to be ready to compete in time for This Friday in Florida.

Lance Errington and Melissa DelArmeggio both took a lot of punishment in their respective matches, but it sounds like they'll be ready to go this Friday. But in what capacity?

G. Black: Another thing I'd like to address is Johnny Smiles, and my match last night against him. I'll give him all the credit in the world. He truly surprised and impressed me by hanging in there and surviving against me for over forty minutes. Of course, the match would have ended much sooner if I'd actually been trying to win it, but the fact that he even SURVIVED against me for forty minutes was pretty impressive.

The crowd boos loudly. Of course he's going to offer us these lame excuses; the fact is, Gabriel Black didn't beat Johnny Smiles last night!

G. Black: See, I said that I meant to take Johnny Smiles out for good last night, and I meant it. I knew I could beat him; that wasn't the issue. That's why I never once went for a cover, never once attempted my fisherman suplex--which nobody in this company has EVER kicked out of--and never once had any regard for a victory in that match. The only thing I was interested in last night was giving him the Destiny Driver, and folding his spine up like a telescope until he no longer has a neck.

Gabriel Black stops to pace around in the ring, and the crowd boos. These guys DO have a match up next, so maybe somebody will cut this short pretty soon.

G. Black: But because of the nature of the match, I wasn't able to accomplish that goal within the confines of the match. So--since I really didn't care about winning--I simply struck him down with a chair, and then prepared to finish him. But, again, he was saved, because that meddling imbecile Russel Taylor came in to help him. Now, Russel Taylor is really and truly beneath my notice; he has a losing streak even longer than my old winning streak, and I haven't the time to waste on him. And as far as Johnny Smiles is concerned, I haven't failed to destroy him. I simply haven't succeeded yet.

The crowd boos him again. That's a nice way of putting it. If you read between the lines, the fact is that last night, Gabriel Black couldn't get the job done against Johnny Smiles!

G. Black: But now, all of the uninformed spectators that saw me lose that match by disqualification are actually wondering if I can really defeat Johnny Smiles. I hadn't thought that anyone would be so stupid, but it appears that I've given the doubt some credibility. So I want to invite Johnny Smiles to face me in a match where I'll not only end his career, but I'll settle the issue of who is the superior wrestler once and for all. A match where a fluke victory is meaningless, and time will tell who is the better man. I want Johnny Smiles to go one-on-one... with ME, Gabriel Black... in a SIXTY-MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH.

The crowd actually explodes into cheers for that challenge! What a match that'd be! Their last match went forty minutes... could Johnny Smiles survive for sixty minutes against Gabriel Black, in an Iron Man Match!?

G. Black: Johnny, this is what it means to be the one in the spotlight. This is what it means to have your name on the marquee. If you want to show ANYBODY that you're ready for the main events... you have to prove you're able to hold up in a main event match. You wouldn't have lasted TEN minutes against me if I'd been going for a pinfall last night. But if you believe your own hype, if you really think you're good enough to be in the same ring with me... then step up and PROVE it. Step up and go through an hour of pure HELL before I end your miserable career. You can't take me!! You're not in my league!! Gabriel Black DOES... NOT... LOSE!!

Wow, he's really getting intense! Will Johnny Smiles accept this challenge? And if he does, can he do it? This'd be a good note for Gabriel Black to end on, but he doesn't seem to realize that as he raises the microphone again... but hold it! "What'chu Lookin' At" by Uncle Kracker begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as Brian Rivera, Marylin Silvera, and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins come out of the backstage entrance! Gabriel Black turns to them with a smirk...

G. Black: Greetings. You must be tonight's enhancement talent. I have a few more topics to address before our match, so if you'd kindly wait there until I've finished speaking, I'd--

Hold it, Brian Rivera just picked up a microphone!

B. Rivera: Hold up, G-Dog, I got some topics of my own to address! Hell YEAH, BITCHES!! The B-R and the M-S kicking it with the K-C up in Frisco!! I'm finna show Californ-I-A why they call me a COWBOY, baby!! Where my dogs at!?

Brian Rivera barks like a dog, and some people in the crowd bark with him. To think that this nonsense actually got over with the fans after all! Gabriel Black isn't amused, however.

G. Black: The fact that YOU of all people can make our audience bark on command really shows what a bunch of moronic dipshits are in the crowds these days. Shouldn't you be off losing to the Jolly Rogers in the undercard somewhere?

The crowd boos loudly, and Jacob Idol grabs a microphone.

J. Idol: You know, it's all well and good that Ken Collins is out here, because he can actually sorta wrestle. And it's one thing when Johnny Smiles gets airtime for running on at the mouth, because for some reason he sells a lot of merchandise. Don't ask me why. But the two of YOU are another matter. Rivera, first of all, ever since your old tag team partner went up to Toronto to bang Naveed's girlfriend behind his back, we've found out that all you can do is yell out redneck gangster gibberish and bark like a dog. You should be ashamed to even PRESENT yourself in front of Gabriel Black!

The crowd boos, and Jacob Idol turns and points to Marylin Silvera.

J. Idol: And YOU. You are--

Marylin Silvera has a microphone now, too!

M. Silvera: Oh, I knew you wouldn't forget about me, Jacob. Do you still look back fondly on those times we shared?

Jacob Idol looks around nervously, then back at Marylin Silvera.

J. Idol: I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about!

The crowd boos. Some of them remember the Beautiful People, a short-lived alliance of Jacob Idol and Marylin Silvera about two and a half years ago in VCW. Marylin Silvera gets a pouty expression on his face.

M. Silvera: You mean to tell me you've forgotten me? Oh, that makes me sad. Did the time we spent together in the Beautiful People truly mean so little to you?

Jacob Idol rolls his eyes.

J. Idol: Yeah, for about four weeks we were in a tag team together. But now, I'm a member of the best tag team in VCW history, and widely recognized as the greatest technical wrestler ever to come out of Toronto! With Rob Solomon, I managed to make the Hammer of the Gods into an elite wrestling DYNASTY even though we were saddled with Neytron DelArmeggio and Julian Page. And now, here I am, in a TRULY elite group of wrestlers. That's me... but look at YOU now. You're reduced to being the Robert Gibson half of the Jerry Springer Express! You have no business being in the same RING with the Unholy Alliance.

M. Silvera: We had more than a tag team, you'll recall. You were SO wonderful back then! So innocent and young and naive, so much fun to be around. Come now... I'll SHOW you what I mean. Let's catch up on old times, shall we?

Marylin Silvera's advancing on the ring, and Ken Collins and Brian Rivera come along with him! They all climb into the ring, and Harold Brusco enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

Unholy Alliance (Gabriel Black, Jacob Idol, & Rob Solomon)
w/Derek Cole & Jasmina Chastity

Marylin Silvera starts out against Jacob Idol, but when Jacob Idol goes after him with mat wrestling tactics, Marylin Silvera simply takes the opportunity to feel him up. Disgusted, Jacob Idol soon tags out, and the match goes back and forth for several minutes as both teams feel each other out. But Ken Collins is clearly still weakened after last night's Ladder Match with Lance Errington, and the Unholy Alliance is able to capitalize on that weakness and isolate him in their half of the ring. They tag each other frequently and assault Ken Collins's sore knee, keeping him weak and unable to retaliate with much success.

Several times, Ken Collins attempts to make a comeback or hits a big move and tries to tag out, but each time the Unholy Alliance is able to cut him off and keep him isolated. Faced with one of the most skilled tag teams in VCW as well as perhaps the greatest wrestler in VCW history in Gabriel Black, Ken Collins doesn't seem to have much of a chance as the match drags on. When Ken Collins seems to have faded, Gabriel Black goes for a fisherman suplex, but somehow Ken Collins is able to block it and counter into a takedown into the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Gabriel Black is forced to fight for several seconds before he makes his way to the ropes. Angered, he knees Ken Collins in the midsection and pulls him into a standing headscissors... but Ken Collins counters with a backdrop! Gabriel Black rolls to his corner and tags in Jacob Idol... but Ken Collins tags in Brian Rivera!!

Brian Rivera comes in all fired up and drops Jacob Idol with a big dropkick, then does the same to Rob Solomon when he rushes in, and the same to Gabriel Black when he comes in! Marylin Silvera and Ken Collins enter the ring, and a pier six brawl breaks out! Marylin Silvera dumps Rob Solomon, then goes out after him... but Gabriel Black goes to the top turnbuckle, then leaps out onto both of them with a FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and all three get up, a little dazed... and Ken Collins takes a limping run and barrels into all of them with an ELBOW SUICIDA!! They all go down again!

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Jacob Idol reverses a whip to the corner by Brian Rivera, then charges in after him, but Brian Rivera moves! Jacob Idol crashes into the turnbuckles, and when he staggers out Brian Rivera hits him with a series of punches, does a stupid little jiggy dance, then draws back and DROPS him with a big right hand! He runs around the ring barking like a dog, then grabs Jacob Idol in a side headlock, takes a running start, and brings him down with a bulldog!! Jacob Idol's down, and Brian Rivera goes up to the top turnbuckle! He yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!!" then leaps off with a FLYING LEGDROP!! He hits the back of Jacob Idol's head with it, then turns him over and covers... but at two and a half, Jasmina Chastity and Derek Cole grab his ankles and pull him out of the ring!

Brian Rivera turns and drops Derek Cole with a punch, then blocks a slap from Jasmina Chastity, grabs her by the hair, and gives her a big kiss to the delight of the crowd!! Jasmina Chastity begins gagging and coughing when he lets her go, but Jacob Idol is up, and he reaches out and grabs Brian Rivera by the hair! He pulls him up to the apron... but Brian Rivera grabs Jacob Idol's hair, then jumps off of the apron and pulls him throat-first across the top rope! The crowd cheers, and Brian Rivera rolls back into the ring. Jacob Idol gets up, clutching his throat, and Brian Rivera hooks arms with him and turns him into position for the Bitch Slap!! But Jacob Idol slips his arms free and hooks Brian Rivera's head, then brings him down with the INVERTED DDT!!

Jacob Idol gets up and points to his brain, smiling... but in the brawl on the outside, Marylin Silvera just dropped Rob Solomon throat-first on the guardrail, and now he slides inside! Jacob Idol turns around to see him, and Marylin Silvera grabs him and KISSES HIM!! Marylin Silvera's kissing Jacob Idol right on the mouth, and the crowd laughs as Jacob Idol struggles and squirms, trying to get away... and then his struggling fades and he seems to be returning the embrace and enjoying it! The crowd's laughter is renewed, and Brian Rivera crawls up behind Jacob Idol and rolls him up!! He has a handful of tights, but Harold Brusco doesn't notice that as he goes down to count... and gets three!! Brian Rivera pulls out the victory!

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera roll out of the ring and begin retreating backstage, and Ken Collins breaks off from his brawl with Gabriel Black on the outside to join them! This somewhat ragtag group of competitors has just earned a huge upset victory over the Unholy Alliance! Jacob Idol's up in the ring, his lips smeared with bright red lipstick, and a look of utter shock and horror crossing his face! He howls in outrage and begins pounding his fists on the mat, throwing a tantrum right in the middle of the ring! For some reason, it seemed like he liked it when Marylin Silvera kissed him and got carried away!

Gabriel Black glares after the departing opponents, and Rob Solomon's pulling himself up on the floor as Jasmina Chastity gets in the ring, angrily questioning Jacob Idol about the end of that match. Jacob Idol starts explaining, and pantomimes embracing somebody and then kneeing them in the crotch after a few seconds. He seems to be saying that he was only going along with it so that he could set Marylin Silvera up for a kneelift, but Jasmina Chastity doesn't seem to buy it, and they're arguing in the ring! Oh, brother. Gabriel Black glances back into the ring at them and just shakes his head in disgust, and Rob Solomon gets up, sees the scene in the ring, and just starts chuckling to himself through the pain he's in.

As the Unholy Alliance deals with this defeat, we're going to take a look backstage with Ziggy Adderloaf, who's standing by with the Ontario Colour Show. Paul Canyon will face Crimson for the VCW World Title later on in the evening, only twenty-four hours removed from a grueling thirty-minute match against the Unholy Alliance. Let's go backstage and get his comments!

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by backstage with Owen Addison and Paul Canyon of the Ontario Colour Show. Paul Canyon is dressed to wrestle, but Owen Addison is just wearing an Ontario Colour Show T-shirt like the ones sold in the merchandise stands and a pair of blue jeans. Both of them are wearing their VCW World Tag Team Title belts.

Z. Adderloaf: I'm here with the Ontario Colour Show, who last night fought Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon of the Unholy Alliance to a thirty-minute draw. Owen Addison, Paul Canyon, we just saw those same rivals, Idol and Solomon, humbled by Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera, which I think has to bring you some degree of satisfaction.

Owen Addison frowns.

O. Addison: Not especially. Don't make any mistake about it; Idol and Solomon can deliver. Nobody doubts their physical capabilities. Our issue with them is that Idol's an insecure egomaniac and Solomon's lazy and disrespectful. And to let you in on a secret, Rivera and Silvera aren't bad wrestlers either. You can be sure we'll end up having to fend off a challenge to the belts from those two. I've already started scouting them.

P. Canyon: They gave us a great match last night. All four of us were really performing at our top levels. If they hadn't had Jasmina Chastity giving them a little extra advantage, I think we might've come out just a little bit ahead. But either way, they gave us a fight, and I'm sure it won't be the last time.

Z. Adderloaf: It's clear you're performing in the ring up to your usual high standards. But lately, we've seen mysterious glimpses into your business backstage, and I'm sure that I'm not alone in wondering what it's all about. Three weeks ago on VCW 143, before your non-title match with Hell's Bikers, I remember that you, Paul Canyon, were trying to tell Owen something about the situation surrounding your former manager, Jennie. And apart from that, Owen, we saw you get a mysterious letter last night at Spontaneous Combustion, which you didn't talk about. I know a lot of your fans would like an explanation about these strange events. The Ontario Colour Show is finally solidly back together as a cohesive team, as good as ever, but is there a dark secret underneath it?

P. Canyon: Ziggy, this is the basic situation. There have been--

Owen Addison steps forward angrily and gets in Ziggy Adderloaf's face.

O. Addison: You know what all that stuff is? Pointless, that's what. Listen to me. This is professional WRESTLING. That's what we do. We're the VCW World Tag Team Champions, we went a half-hour with a world-class tag team last night, and my partner has a match for the VCW World Title tonight. And you take this opportunity to ask us about Jennie, who hasn't been with the company for months, and to pester me to tell the world about my private mail!? Is that where your priorities are? Is that what you're all about?

Z. Adderloaf: I-it's just that your fans w-want to know...

O. Addison: Look, I'll do you a favor and give this way more of a response than it deserves. Jennie's not involved in the pro wrestling business right now. She's doing some modeling in Southern California right now. You want to know all about her, you track her down and ask her. And as far as my letter goes, let me ask you this, Ziggy: how would YOU like someone getting nosy about your mail, wanting you to share it with the public? What would I find if I looted your mailbox? Some letters from your mom, some Blink-182 Official Fan Club literature, a lifetime membership card for the Pony Boy Rotary Club, a subscription renewal notice for Ebony Juggs magazine--

Z. Adderloaf: Hey! I only read that for the articles and interviews!! Really!!

O. Addison: Here's the point. The Ontario Colour Show is hotter than it's ever been. We're the VCW World Tag Team Champions. We're having the best matches of our lives. And before too long, my partner's going to go out there and face Crimson in the biggest match of his career. We're talking Paul Canyon, VCW World Champion. And you know why we're so hot right now? Because we're FOCUSED. We're focused on the WRESTLING. When we're at home, or at a club or a restaurant or hotel, there's time for our personal lives. But when we're here in the arena, we're here to WORK. Tonight, that means I watch his back while he beats Crimson for the VCW World Title or puts up the best fight of his life in the attempt. So why don't you ask us about THAT?

Ziggy Adderloaf stops and looks down a little sheepishly, then clears his throat.

Z. Adderloaf: You're right. Sorry about that. Anyway, Paul Canyon. You have a HUGE opportunity tonight, there's no question about it. But after your grueling tag title match last night, which went a half hour, are you still feeling any fatigue going into your confrontation with Crimson tonight? Do you think you have what it takes to go the distance against a man as dominant as the reigning VCW World Champion?

Paul Canyon sighs and smiles.

P. Canyon: Yeah, I'm afraid my abs are a little banged up still after the abuse I took. But Crimson got knocked around a little bit by Russel Taylor last night, and I just hope I'm not the only one who's working with a little lasting pain.

Z. Adderloaf: Given how dominant Crimson has been, what do you think is your best chance of winning this match?

P. Canyon: Crimson's one of the toughest guys in VCW. If he could find any partner that he could stand working with, he might be a threat to our titles. One-on-one, I think my best chance is to stay a few steps ahead of him, get in my offense when I can, and try to wear him out enough to hit a few big moves. In order to beat Crimson, you need big offense. Everything depends on me staying alive out there until I get a chance to use my best moves.

Ziggy Adderloaf nods.

Z. Adderloaf: It's a huge opportunity, no questions about it. But are you spreading yourself too thin? Looking ahead, you guys still have a full plate in the future. After tonight you guys have a VCW World Tag Team Title defense against the Tough Customers at This Friday in Florida. How do you think you'll fare in that match?

P. Canyon: Not only are they a significant challenge to our tag team titles, but they're both VCW World Title contenders. They've both given Crimson a run for his money in recent memory, and if I leave here tonight as the VCW World Champion, I'll be looking at them as possible challengers for that title too. But in the tag team match, I think we can handle it. We have better teamwork and rapport than any tag team in VCW right now, and I think that's our key to success. I think they'll give us a great challenge, but I think we can retain.

Owen Addison nods.

O. Addison: They're both big, strong athletes, and Bass Rogers has a lot of experience behind him. At one time, the Wrecking Crew were considered to be the most dominant tag team in VCW, and the Tough Customers ran them right out of town last night. But we have the quickness, the technical wrestling skill, and the ability to work together as a well-oiled machine that it'll take to win that match. Even so, we're looking forward to what could be one of the biggest challenges of our career.

Ziggy Adderloaf turns to the camera.

Z. Adderloaf: Paul Canyon takes on Crimson for the VCW World Title tonight, and the Ontario Colour Show will go on to defend the VCW World Tag Team Titles against the Tough Customers at Horror Show. But now let's get back to the ring! Johnny Smiles, one-on-one with "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot, is next!

The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Back in the arena, the crowd seems pretty psyched up... but then they start booing when "Nowhere Man" by the Beatles begins playing over the arena sound system. "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by "Dastardly" Dave Adams and Nurse Vivacia. He's stalking around craftily, as if sneaking up on the ring, and when he arrives he slides inside and looks around in a shifty manner. He'll face Johnny Smiles next, and he was certainly hinting that he might try to use some sort of shady plan against him! He calls for a microphone and gets one...

T. Guycot: Lo and avast! Johnny Smiles shall--

He won't get a chance to finish that line, because "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers just kicked on over the arena sound system, and the crowd just explodes in a huge round of cheers as Johnny Smiles steps out of the backstage entrance! He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and stares down the aisle at Tom Guycot, who's crouched low and watching him warily...

J. Smiles: HEEEEEERRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd sings along and cheers loudly.

T. Guycot: Arrrgh! Silence, you disrespectful young fiend! I will overcome you!

Johnny Smiles shakes his finger at Tom Guycot and frowns.

J. Smiles: No. Not today. Maybe a year ago, you could have gotten away with it. You'd sneak a win past me somehow, and I'd get tied up with you for a month before heading into the pay-per-view to get it back. But not today. This isn't HAPPENING today!

T. Guycot: Then step into my parlor. For you see, you have cunningly fallen into my trap. A trap of OVERCONFIDENCE!!

J. Smiles: I don't think so. It doesn't work like that anymore. You came around a little too late. You're not gonna pass Go and collect two hundred dollars on MY turn. Last night, I beat Gabriel Black. And I'm going to Deck the Halls for an Iron Man Match, where I'll beat him again!!

The crowd cheers wildly! Johnny Smiles has accepted the challenge! Johnny Smiles will go one-on-one with Gabriel Black in an Iron Man Match at Deck the Halls!

T. Guycot: You presume much, my foolish yet arrogant victim. Do you understand who I am?

Johnny Smiles nods.

J. Smiles: I do. I have to give you all the credit you deserve. They don't give a skeleton costume to just anybody. You're Tom Guycot. You're the Chief of Governors. You're one of the few people in history to have the honor and prestige of winning the Annual Lunar Human Society Medal for Greatest Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Benevolence. You're not a quitter, are you? But there's one thing you haven't found out yet. Gabriel Black found it out last night, and now it's your turn. When I'm THIS close to the top... it's gonna take more than YOU to knock me back down!

The crowd cheers, and Johnny Smiles tosses aside the microphone, then runs to the ring and slides inside! Tom Guycot immediately starts stomping and kicking at him, and Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

"The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot
w/"Dastardly" Dave Adams & Nurse Vivacia

Tom Guycot stomps at Johnny Smiles as he gets up, then hits him with a Tomahawk chop and whips him to a corner of the ring, but Johnny Smiles reverses! Tom Guycot hits the turnbuckles back-first, and Johnny Smiles runs in, nails him in the chest with a dropkick, then backs up as Tom Guycot slumps to a seated position and runs forward to hit him with a second dropkick to the chest! He grabs Tom Guycot by the feet, drags him out of the corner, and flips over him into a jackknife pinning hold for a count of two and a half!

Tom Guycot gets up, pivots, and lashes out at Johnny Smiles with a uraken, but Johnny Smiles ducks, then pops up to nail Tom Guycot with a SUPERKICK!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and "Dastardly" Dave Adams jumps up on the ring apron, but Johnny Smiles lashes out and knocks him to the floor with a superkick as well! Tom Guycot starts to get up, and Johnny Smiles whips him into the ropes, then catches him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry lift when he comes off! Johnny Smiles pivots, and plants Tom Guycot with the SMILEDRIVER!! He hooks the leg and gets three, and that's all!!

The crowd explodes into cheers, and Johnny Smiles goes to one of the top turnbuckles and raises his hands in victory! Tom Guycot had the wrong idea tonight, no doubt about it, and Johnny Smiles just annihilated him in this match! "Dastardly" Dave Adams slides into the ring, holding a chair, but Johnny Smiles jumps off of the turnbuckle and turns around in time to see him, then drives the chair into his face with a SUPERKICK!! Dave Adams goes down in a limp heap, and Johnny Smiles hauls him up, picks him up in a fireman's carry lift, and plants him next to Tom Guycot with a SMILEDRIVER!! The Jolly Rogers are both laid out, and Johnny Smiles rolls out of the ring to begin heading backstage, touching the hands of the fans in the aisles as he goes.

As Nurse Vivacia tries to scrape together the remains of the Jolly Rogers, we're going to go backstage and hear from the SJW World Tag Team Champions before we kick off the double main event! Let's take a look backstage.

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with the Pink Kitten and Christina Ellis. Both are dressed to wrestle and in high spirits. They're wearing the SJW World Tag Team Titles, and Sumiko the stuffed cat is sitting on a bench near them.

Z. Adderloaf: Christina and Yuri, you've done it all. You overcame some serious opposition last night and a great challenge to your unity as a team. The odds were stacked against you, and you still came out on top. At this rate, we're going to have to stop considering you the underdogs.

C. Ellis: I hope so, Ziggy. After all, we're the champions. Hopefully by now people have started to get the idea that we're a winning team.

P. Kitten: I think it was what Melissa said to me before the match that made the difference. She said that everybody does something wrong sometimes, but what's important is that you're trying to do the right thing. And even though I had an argument with Christina, I remembered she was still trying to do the right thing. The way she fought to help me in that match, there was just no doubt. She's my teammate, my mentor, and my best friend. I love her.

Christina Ellis smiles bashfully and looks at the floor.

C. Ellis: Stop that. You're embarrassing me, and besides you'll get everyone's hopes up for us to turn all bisexual and start making out in the shower after matches on camera.

Ziggy Adderloaf grins eagerly.

Z. Adderloaf: Do you think there's even a... small chance of that?

The Pink Kitten seems embarrassed, but Christina Ellis shrugs and smiles.

C. Ellis: It'll cost you.

Z. Adderloaf: H-how much!? I'm sure we could set up a collection drive on the VCW website, and lots of fans would donate to it--

C. Ellis: Yeah, and I'm sure Johnny, Ken, and Lars would too. I'm afraid we've opened a Pandora's box of trouble now.

Z. Adderloaf: Um, sorry. But... the important thing is, your friendship and team are both secure now, right?

C. Ellis: Right. You know, maybe I was guilty of putting myself first a few too many times. But when we were in there, fighting for our lives, and when they isolated Yuri in their corner... my own ego just went completely out the window. We're in this together.

Z. Adderloaf: So, how are you feeling tonight, as you prepare to defend the titles against the women you won them from in an exciting rematch?

P. Kitten: Well, I'm a little sore down... um, well, after she bit me and used the stapler on me last night, it... uh... still hurts. But I still have a lot of energy, and I'm sure that if we could handle Virginia and Komachi once, we can do it again! I know we have what it takes!

C. Ellis: Damn straight. They gave Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn a beating last night, but we're another story. We're the SJW World Tag Team Champions now, and for now we set the standard for international women's tag team wrestling. At this moment in time, we're the best until somebody proves otherwise.

Z. Adderloaf: The Pink Kitten and Christina Ellis are united and confident as they prepare to defend their titles. Any final comments before we kick off our double main event?

C. Ellis: Just one. Melissa... I know you're watching after your masturbatory needles-and-pins blaze of glory with Troy last night, so listen to me. You can kiss my fucking ass, you know that? Just because I look up to Manami Toyota as an athlete and incorporate some elements of her style into mine doesn't make me Britney Spears with a superiority complex. Especially considering that a glorified backyard trampoline bimbo who grew up jacking off to the Shawn vs. Razor Ladder Matches and only got into this company because her boyfriend and brother were talented and marginally famous wrestlers has no room to talk in the first place. And while we're at it, you can stop making a martyr of yourself because you decided it'd be easier to play with thumbtacks and barbed wire than go to wrestling school. So don't ever tell me--

Z. Adderloaf: Okaaaaay. Sorry to cut you off, but let's get back to the ring for our double main event!

The camera quickly cuts out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and we're going straight into the action now! We'll see back-to-back title matches coming up, nothing but uninterrupted wrestling until the end of the show! "Magical Mystery Tour" by the Beatles is playing over the sound system, and the crowd cheers as Paul Canyon of the Ontario Colour Show comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Owen Addison! They're both wearing their VCW World Tag Team Titles, and it's probably a good move for Paul Canyon to have his partner out here. Crimson's getting more vicious by the day, and he might not be content with a mere victory in this match! Paul Canyon enters the ring and poses for the crowd, then takes off the VCW World Tag Team Title belt and hands it to Owen Addison.

But now "Walk" by Pantera is playing, and the crowd gives a huge round of boos as the VCW World Champion, Crimson, steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing the VCW World Title! He walks slowly to the ring, with a grumpy look on his face that promises no mercy. He devastated Russel "The Muscle" Taylor last night to retain the VCW World Title, and in fact ever since his loss at Horror Show he's been on a renewed path of destruction. We've seen this before, where Crimson will come back from a defeat more ruthless and short-tempered than ever, and for the past month he's been on a roll! He steps into the ring over the top rope, and Paul Canyon watches him cautiously as he removes the VCW World Title. Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

Paul Canyon
w/Owen Addison

The bell rings, and Paul Canyon rushes Crimson and hits him with a dropkick, knocking him off-balance! Crimson staggers back a few steps, and Paul Canyon gets up and hits him with a second dropkick, sending him staggering back into the ropes! Paul Canyon gets up, grabs Crimson, and whips him to the ropes on the other side, then backs into the ropes and runs forward to meet him in the middle with a big running dropkick! Crimson falls down into a seated position, and the crowd explodes into cheers! Paul Canyon just literally knocked the VCW World Champion on his ass in the early goings of this match!

Both men get up, and Paul Canyon hammers Crimson with several forearms which have little effect. Crimson roars and takes a swing at him, but Paul Canyon ducks, slips behind him, and grabs him in a waistlock! He lifts for a German suplex, and Crimson's feet leave the ground, but he doesn't quite get him up and over! He drops Crimson back down on his feet, and Crimson breaks the waistlock with a back elbow, then runs into the ropes and comes off with a charge at Paul Canyon, but Paul Canyon takes him down in a drop-toe hold, then flows from that into an STF! The crowd gives another burst of cheers, and Crimson roars in pain and anger! He's a long way from the ropes, but he's also fresh, and he uses his strength to drag himself to the ropes in about fifteen seconds or so.

Paul Canyon breaks the STF and gets up, then hits Crimson with a dropkick to the knee as he stands, knocking him back down to one knee. Paul Canyon gets up and hammers Crimson with some forearms to the face while he's on one knee, but Crimson absorbs them and folds Paul Canyon up with a massive right hand to the midsection! Paul Canyon's doubled over, and Crimson stands up, grabs him by the hair, and with his other arm clubs him across the back, sending him to a heap on the mat! The crowd boos, and Crimson flexes his knee a little bit, seems to decide it's not that bad, then backs up only to step forward and drop a big leg across the back of Paul Canyon's head!

Crimson pulls Paul Canyon up and hooks him for a gutwrench suplex, but Paul Canyon counters with a double-leg takedown, then steps through his legs for an attempted scorpion deathlock! But Crimson won't let himself be turned over, and he kicks Paul Canyon back with an angry snarl, then begins getting up! Paul Canyon charges in as Crimson regains his feet and tags him with a dropkick to the chest that staggers him back into the ropes! Paul Canyon gets up, measures Crimson for a second, and then nails him square in the face with a superkick! Crimson rocks back on the ropes and tumbles out between the second and top ropes, but he catches himself and doesn't fall off of the apron! He pulls himself up on the apron... but Paul Canyon jumps up on the top turnbuckle, then leaps off to nail him with a FLYING DROPKICK!! Paul Canyon lands inside the ring, and Crimson goes flying off of the apron to land chest-first on the guardrail!!

The crowd bursts into a huge round of cheers for that spectacle! That's not an good way for anyone to fall, let alone someone who's six foot nine and three hundred pounds! Crimson slumps to the floor, then begins to stand up, clutching his chest in pain, but Paul Canyon's up on the top turnbuckle, facing the other way! He leaps off and dives out onto Crimson with a MOONSAULT BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR!! They both go down, and the crowd erupts again! Owen Addison is keeping his distance from the two men on the outside, but he's looking on with satisfaction! Paul Canyon is really taking the fight to Crimson in this match!

Paul Canyon gets up and pulls Crimson to his feet, then hammers him with a few more forearm shots and whips him into the steel guardrail. Crimson hits the steel back-first and slumps against it, and Paul Canyon runs at him and hits him with a leg lariat! Crimson rocks back on the rail, and Paul Canyon tumbles over it into the laps of some fans in the first row! He gets up, with the fans slapping him on the back and shouting encouragement, and Crimson slumps to his hands and knees, then pulls himself up again! But Crimson's doubled over and facing the wrong way, and Paul Canyon leaps up on the guardrail behind him, then leaps off and flips over to catch Crimson with a DIAMOND DUST ON THE FLOOR!! The crowd bursts into cheers again!

Paul Canyon gets back to his feet and drops a knee on the back of Crimson's head, but Crimson's still getting up. He's nearly impossible to hurt! Paul Canyon rolls into the ring to break the count, steps out on the apron as Crimson gets to his feet, then leaps up on the second rope and springs back onto Crimson with an ASAI MOONSAULT!! Crimson goes down under Paul Canyon again to a renewed burst of cheers, and Paul Canyon gets up after a few seconds, then rolls Crimson back into the ring and climbs up on the apron! Crimson gets up slowly, staggering and dazed, and Paul Canyon leaps up on the top rope, then springs off and takes him down with a SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODYPRESS!! Crimson goes down under Paul Canyon, and Jerry Rogers counts... but only to two and a half before the VCW World Champion kicks out!

Paul Canyon pulls Crimson up and hooks him for a DDT, but Crimson roars in outrage and shoves him back into a corner of the ring, then charges in at him! But Paul Canyon moves out of the way, and Crimson runs into the turnbuckles chest-first, then staggers back... and Paul Canyon rolls him up from behind! Jerry Rogers counts, and Crimson kicks out at two and a half again, then gets up! Paul Canyon comes at him with another dropkick, but Crimson sidesteps this one, then waits on Paul Canyon to get up and knocks him for a loop with a huge clothesline when he does! The crowd boos loudly, and it looks like Paul Canyon's streak of hot offense has ended abruptly.

Crimson hauls Paul Canyon to his feet, shoves him into a corner of the ring, and drives a knee into his midsection repeatedly. Paul Canyon doubles over in the corner, gasping for breath, and Crimson grabs him, then flings him out of the corner with a massive gutwrench suplex! Paul Canyon crashes to the mat and writhes in agony, and Crimson stalks over to him deliberately, then hauls him up by the hair again! Crimson lifts him over his head in a massive Gorilla Press, but Paul Canyon slips out behind him, lands on his feet, and dropkicks him in the back! Crimson stumbles forward, and Paul Canyon backs into the ropes, then comes off at him, but Crimson turns and rushes him with surprising speed, then mows him down with a BIG BOOT!! The crowd boos loudly, and Owen Addison looks concerned and surprised on the outside.

Crimson sneers at Paul Canyon, then hauls him up again and puts him in a full nelson. He lifts him, shakes him a few times, and flings him hard to the canvas with a full nelson slam! The ring shakes, and Paul Canyon is left laying on the ground! Crimson chuckles to himself, then pulls Paul Canyon up from behind, clubs him across the upper back, and grabs him! He lifts him high in a waistlock, then brings him crashing down onto a knee with a massive atomic drop! Paul Canyon falls forward onto his hands and knees, stunned by the move, and Crimson collapses him to the mat with an elbowdrop to the back! Paul Canyon deflates under him, and Crimson rolls him over and covers him! Jerry Rogers counts, but Paul Canyon throws a shoulder up at two and a half.

Crimson doesn't seem too surprised by that, and he pulls Paul Canyon up into a standing headscissors. This could be the beginning of the end! He lifts him for a power bomb... but Paul Canyon counters it with a Frankensteiner!! He cradles Crimson's legs, and Jerry Rogers counts, but Crimson kicks out at two and a half! Crimson gets up angrily and charges, but Paul Canyon brings him down with a drop-toe hold that makes him fall chest-first on the second rope! Paul Canyon stands up weary and a little off-balance, but he still quickly makes his way to the top turnbuckle nearest to Crimson, then leaps off with a FLYING LEGDROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! Crimson flops into the ring, squirming clutching the back of his head, and Paul Canyon tumbles to the floor outside of the ring! What a devastating move!!

Both men stay down for a few seconds, and then Paul Canyon manages to stand up as Crimson begins getting to his feet. Paul Canyon gets up and goes to one of the top turnbuckles as Crimson stands, but Crimson's still doubled over, and Paul Canyon comes off to take him down with a FLYING SUNSET FLIP! Crimson goes down, and Paul Canyon holds him for the pin as Jerry Rogers counts, but Crimson kicks out at two and a half again! Paul Canyon pulls Crimson up, kicks him in the midsection, and whips him into a corner of the ring, but Crimson reverses! Paul Canyon hits the turnbuckles instead, and he staggers out, right into a huge POWERSLAM!! Crimson smiles and lays on him for the pin, and Jerry Rogers counts, but Paul Canyon gets a shoulder up at two and a half!

Crimson pulls Paul Canyon up, hammers him with a few clubbing blows, then grabs him in a bearhug. The crowd boos, but Paul Canyon reaches up and hammers Crimson with several forearms to the face, loosening his grip, then grabs his head and pulls him down into a jawbreaker! Crimson staggers back into the ropes, and Paul Canyon gets up and runs at him with a high cross body... but Crimson ducks low and pulls the top rope down with him, and Paul Canyon launches himself over the top rope to the floor, to come crashing against the guardrail on the outside!! The crowd lets out a gasp of awe and begins a huge "HOLY SHIT!" chant, and Crimson smiles from inside the ring.

Jerry Rogers begins counting Paul Canyon out, and after several seconds he struggles up to his hands and knees again. Crimson just grins to himself, steps out over the top rope, and steps off of the apron to join him on the outside. Paul Canyon gets up, but he's clearly in a great deal of pain and unable to resist as Crimson grabs him and gives him a huge kneelift! Paul Canyon doubles over, but Crimson holds his hair to prevent him from collapsing, then drags him to the ring apron, rams him head-first into it, and rolls him into the ring, then climbs in after him! Paul Canyon starts to pull himself up to his hands and knees again, but Crimson drops an elbow on him to squash him back down to the mat.

Crimson pulls Paul Canyon up into a standing headscissors, but Paul Canyon just slumps back down to the mat at his feet. Crimson shakes his head and gestures to him in contempt, then draws a thumb across his throat and signals for the Chokeslam! He's going to end it now!! He pulls Paul Canyon up by the throat, then starts to lift, but Paul Canyon counters with a kick to the midsection! Crimson drops him, and Paul Canyon kicks him again, doubling him over, then grabs his head and brings him down with a DDT!! The crowd comes alive, and now both men are down again! Jerry Rogers starts a count, and Crimson starts to stir at four... and at five, Paul Canyon KIPS UP!!

The crowd gives a huge burst of cheers, and Paul Canyon pulls Crimson up by the hair, hammers him with a few forearms, and whips him into a corner of the ring! Crimson hits back-first, and Paul Canyon rushes in, jumps to the second turnbuckle, and brings him out with a monkey flip! Crimson crashes to his back in the middle of the ring, and Paul Canyon gets up again as Crimson starts to stand! He rushes in and brings Crimson down with a picture-perfect swinging neckbreaker, then gets up and goes to a corner of the ring as Crimson stands! Crimson gets up and turns to Paul Canyon, and Paul Canyon brings him down with a FLYING SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER!!

The crowd is going wild as Paul Canyon gets up, and it looks like he might have a chance to put Crimson away and become the VCW World Champion! Crimson's starting to pull himself up again, and Paul Canyon pulls him up from behind, then grabs him! He yells out in effort, lifts, and brings him crashing down with a belly-to-back suplex!! Paul Canyon just pulled off a suplex on Crimson! Crimson's down, and Paul Canyon gets up and steps out to the apron! He climbs to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off and takes flight with the MAGIC CARPET RIDE!! That's his move, and it connects to a thunderous roar of cheers from the crowd! He hooks Crimson's leg for the pin, and Jerry Rogers counts, but the VCW World Champion gets a shoulder up at two and nine-tenths!!

Paul Canyon grimaces at his inability to put Crimson away with that move, but he's not giving up; he just needs to find a move that WILL keep Crimson down for the three-count! He pulls Crimson up into a standing headscissors, going for a piledriver, but Crimson counters that with a backdrop! Paul Canyon crashes to the mat, and Crimson staggers forward, dazed! He turns around with an angry roar and charges Paul Canyon, but Paul Canyon ducks a clothesline, then sends him staggering into a corner with a dropkick! Paul Canyon unloads on Crimson with a series of forearm smashes, then whips him into the opposite corner and runs in after him! He jumps up on him for another monkey flip... but CRIMSON GRABS HIS THROAT!! Crimson puts his other hand at Paul Canyon's back for increased grip, takes a few steps out of the corner, and drives him down with the CHOKESLAM!! Just like that, like THAT, Paul Canyon's chances at the VCW World Title have been shattered! Crimson wearily slumps forward to cover Paul Canyon, and Jerry Rogers counts to three! In one hell of a fight, Crimson has retained the VCW World Title!

Crimson rolls out of the ring, breathing heavily, and reclaims the VCW World Title belt, then raises it high over his head and bellows loudly. Twenty-four hours removed from a pay-per-view title defense, he emerges victorious yet again in a hard-fought match against one-half of the VCW World Tag Team Champions! This match really showed what Crimson and Paul Canyon both were capable of, and it's a credit to just how competitive the VCW World Tag Team Title division is. In some wrestling promotions, you may see the tag team champions beaten two-on-one by super-heavyweight World Title contenders, but here in VCW we just saw that Paul Canyon was certainly capable of giving Crimson a run for his money!

Crimson straps the VCW World Title around his waist and walks backstage, snarling aggressively. Word has it that if the other participants are fit to compete by this Friday, we'll see him defend the VCW World Title in a Triple Threat Match against Troy Black and VCW Intercontinental Champion Lance Errington at This Friday in Florida. After tonight's effort, we know Crimson will be ready for that event! Back in the ring, Owen Addison helps Paul Canyon to his feet, and the crowd gives him a respectful round of applause as he begins making his way backstage.

We're heading straight through to our next match. We just saw a powerful champion prevail against a young, athletic challenger, but in this match we'll see two powerful challengers against young, athletic champions! "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie begins playing, and the crowd boos as Virginia and Komachi step out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Minako. They're both dressed to wrestle and looking pretty confident and full of themselves after the beating they gave Heather Dannon and Pauline Vietjohn last night. They enter the ring, and Virginia raises a fist in the air as Komachi points to a camera, then yells something in Japanese while she makes a motion of putting a belt around her waist.

But now "Star Cycle" by Jeff Beck begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as the SJW World Tag Team Champions, Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten, make their way out of the backstage entrance! They come to the ring, touching the hands of fans in the aisles on their way, and climb inside, then take the titles off and hand them to members of the ring crew. Komachi and Virginia are watching them with violent intentions, waiting for their chance to regain those titles. We'll find out if they can do it now, as Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the second match of our double main event!

Komachi & Virginia
w/Minako

Komachi and Christina Ellis will start this match off. Christina Ellis moves in for a lockup, but Komachi takes a swing at her, and she's forced to dodge back to avoid it! Komachi advances on Christina Ellis, prepared to strike again, but Christina Ellis darts forward and goes low for a double-leg takedown! But Komachi stays on her feet and clobbers Christina Ellis with a forearm to the back to stop her, then shoves her back into a corner of the ring and hammers her with a brutal combination of left and right hands until she slumps to a seated position in the corner! Komachi turns and walks away, raising her hands in dominance... and behind her, Christina Ellis screams with defiance and pulls herself to her feet!

Komachi turns around and charges, but Christina Ellis boosts herself up to the second turnbuckle, then leaps off and takes Komachi down with a dropkick from the second turnbuckle! They both get up, but Christina Ellis is quick to cut Komachi off with a kick to the midsection, then hooks her arms and flings her back with a double underhook suplex! The crowd cheers, and Komachi gets up, but Christina Ellis backs into the ropes, then comes off with a high cross body! But Komachi catches her, then brings her down on a knee with a big backbreaker! The crowd boos, and Komachi drops an elbow on Christina Ellis, then covers her! Bobcat McGavin counts, and Christina Ellis kicks out at two.

Komachi doesn't look the least bit surprised, and she gets up, then pulls Christina Ellis up and hammers her with a few swift punches to the face and body. With Christina Ellis reeling, Komachi backs up and lashes out at her with a kick, but Christina Ellis catches her foot and brings her down with a dragon screw leg whip into a half Boston! The crowd comes back to life with a surge of cheers, and Komachi makes a half-growl, half-scream noise as she drags herself to the ropes! After several seconds, she grabs the bottom rope, forcing Christina Ellis to break the hold.

Christina Ellis stays on Komachi, stunning her with a kick to the midsection when she gets up, then whipping her into a corner of the ring. Komachi hits the turnbuckles back-first, and Christina Ellis charges in at her... but Komachi comes out with a Vader attack that crushes her! The crowd boos, and Komachi grabs Christina Ellis by the hair, shoves her neck down on the ropes, and begins choking her! Bobcat McGavin counts, and Komachi lets up at four, then leaves Christina Ellis slumped on the ropes, backs into the ropes on the other side, and comes off to jump and land on her shoulders... no, Christina Ellis moves!! Komachi straddles the second rope awkwardly, then turns and staggers away, and Christina Ellis knocks her off her feet with a dropkick!

Komachi gets up, and Christina Ellis hooks her from behind in a waistlock! But Komachi breaks it up with a back elbow, then slips around behind Christina Ellis, lifts her, and brings her crashing to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex! The crowd boos, and Komachi bellows something at them and thumps a fist into her chest, then hauls Christina Ellis up by the hair, tosses her into her corner, and tags in Virginia. Virginia and Komachi both descend on Christina Ellis with repeated punches and kicks, but Bobcat McGavin puts a quick stop to that by ordering Komachi to leave the ring.

Virginia pulls Christina Ellis up, knees her in the midsection, and then presses her high above her head in a Gorilla Press! Virginia walks around, pressing Christina Ellis up and down over her head a few times to show off her power... and Christina Ellis slips out behind her and lands on her feet after a few seconds! Virginia turns around, and Christina Ellis nails her with a dropkick that sends her staggering back! Virginia yells out angrily and charges, but Christina Ellis brings her down in a drop-toe hold, then flows to her side and puts on an armbar!

The crowd cheers, but Virginia's getting mad, and after a few seconds she begins fighting her way up to her feet! Christina Ellis can't hold her down, but as Virginia gets up she twists her arm out at the side in a hammerlock, then pulls her a few steps to her corner and tags in the Pink Kitten! The Pink Kitten climbs to the top turnbuckle, and comes off with a flying axhandle smash to Virginia's arm, while she's held in the hammerlock! Virginia yells in pain and goes down to one knee, clutching her arm at one side, and at Bobcat McGavin's orders Christina Ellis steps out of the ring.

The Pink Kitten hammers Virginia with a few forearm shots to the face, but Virginia ignores those and stands up again. The Pink Kitten nails her with a dropkick, and Virginia staggers back a few steps, then snarls and charges! Virginia attacks with a clothesline, but the Pink Kitten ducks, then catches her square in the chest with a high kick when she turns around! Virginia staggers back into the ropes, and the Pink Kitten backs into the ropes on the other side, then comes off to hit Virginia with a rolling koppo kick, knocking her off of her feet! Virginia pulls herself to her hands and knees and starts to rise, but the Pink Kitten straddles her right arm and grabs the wrist, then turns her over into a cross armbreaker!!

The crowd cheers, and Virginia grits her teeth in discomfort and begins struggling! She starts dragging herself to the ropes, and she's so big and strong that even though she's a long way away, she's making good time! But then, instead, she seems to change her mind, and she turns over, reaching for her right wrist with the left! After struggling for a few seconds, Virginia manages to grab her right hand with her left and locks hands, easing the pressure of the cross armbreaker. Even with leverage on her side, the Pink Kitten isn't able to overpower Virginia's arms like this, and can't quite stop Virginia as she pulls her wrist out of her grip and tucks her arm at the elbow... then leans forward to drive her right elbow directly into her crotch!!

The crowd boos, and the Pink Kitten curls up in pain as Virginia gets up and rubs her right arm, flexing the elbow. Last night, Sadako Momotani used a rather bizarre and sadistic choice of offense against the Pink Kitten, including biting and stapling her crotch, and Virginia took advantage of that with a rather low maneuver just now! She pulls the Pink Kitten up by the hair, shakes out her arm again, and then brings it down with a huge clubbing blow across the back of the Pink Kitten's neck, sending her right back down! Whether her arm's sore or not, Virginia just has so much power behind every one of her blows!

Virginia hauls the Pink Kitten up by the hair again, then drags her to a neutral corner and takes her head-first into the turnbuckles there. The Pink Kitten slumps against the ropes, and Virginia grabs her, then whips her hard into the turnbuckles in the opposite corner! The Pink Kitten slumps against them back-first, and Virginia charges in with a big avalanche, but the Pink Kitten dodges out of the way! Virginia runs into the turnbuckles and staggers out, momentarily stunned, and the Pink Kitten steps out to the apron and goes up to the top turnbuckle! Virginia turns around, and the Pink Kitten comes off to NAIL her with the FLYING DROPKICK!! The crowd goes wild, and the Pink Kitten goes for the cover! Bobcat McGavin counts, but Virginia makes a big kickout at two and a half! Damn!

Virginia starts to get up, but the Pink Kitten grabs her arm and twists it out at the side in a hammerlock as she does. Virginia grimaces in pain, but then grabs the Pink Kitten's wrist with her other arm, easily powers out of the hammerlock, then uses her grip on the Pink Kitten's wrist to pull her into a short clothesline!! The crowd boos, and Virginia shakes her arm out, then slumps against the ropes for a second before walking over and tagging in Komachi. The Pink Kitten's getting up, but Komachi rushes forward and pounds her with a heavy combination of body blows that fold her up and drive her into the ropes!

The Pink Kitten is stunned and on the ropes, and Komachi grabs her and hauls her out with a belly-to-belly suplex that sends her crashing to the mat! The crowd boos, and Komachi goes to a corner of the ring, then boosts herself up to the second turnbuckle! She comes off with a splash, but the Pink Kitten rolls out of the way, and Komachi wipes out on the canvas to a roar of cheers from the crowd! They both get up, but the Pink Kitten kicks Komachi in the midsection, then grabs her in a headlock, takes a running start, and brings her down face-first with a bulldog!!

Komachi starts getting up, but the Pink Kitten runs at her and nails her with a high kick that catches her near the throat and sends her right back down, to a huge round of cheers from the crowd! Komachi starts getting up right away again, and the Pink Kitten pulls her into a standing headscissors, then lifts her for a piledriver... but she doesn't quite get her up before Komachi blocks, then counters with a big backdrop! But the Pink Kitten counters that with a sunset flip, pulling Komachi down, then rolls to her feet holding Komachi's legs and turns her over into a BOSTON CRAB!! The crowd explodes into cheers, and Komachi bellows in pain and outrage!

Komachi begins furiously dragging herself to the ropes, and after a couple of seconds she makes it, and Bobcat McGavin orders the Pink Kitten to release the hold. The Pink Kitten releases the hold, then nails Komachi with a few chops and kicks as she gets up, but Komachi shrugs them all off, screams in outrage, and mauls the Pink Kitten with a huge roundhouse right! The Pink Kitten starts getting up, and Komachi rushes her with a big clothesline, but the Pink Kitten ducks! Komachi turns around, and the Pink Kitten gives her a high kick that catches her square in the chest! Komachi staggers back a few steps, and the Pink Kitten grabs her and lifts with a scream of effort, then BODYSLAMS her! The crowd erupts!

Komachi's down, and she starts getting up, but the Pink Kitten kicks her in the midsection, then snapmares her down to the canvas and steps out to the apron! She hurries to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off with a FLYING DOUBLE STOMP!! The Pink Kitten's feet land squarely in Komachi's midsection, and she curls up in pain on the mat! The Pink Kitten covers, and Bobcat McGavin counts... but Komachi kicks out at two and a half! The Pink Kitten whips Komachi to her corner, and Komachi hits the turnbuckles hard and slumps against them, only to be rocked again as the Pink Kitten charges in and nails her with a dropkick in the corner! Komachi slumps down, and the Pink Kitten tags in Christina Ellis.

Christina Ellis pulls Komachi up and puts on a full nelson, and the Pink Kitten grabs her feet and lifts... they're going for the Spike Dragon Suplex!! But Komachi kicks the Pink Kitten away, then breaks the full nelson with a tremendous burst of power! Christina Ellis's grip is broken, and as the Pink Kitten gets up Komachi rushes forward and knocks her down hard with a Yakuza kick!! Thinking quickly, Christina Ellis goes up to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a flying axhandle smash... but Komachi spins blindly and catches her on the way down with a URAKEN!! Christina Ellis's flying axhandle lands a glancing blow on Komachi, sending her to one knee, but Christina Ellis is totally wiped out by that huge uraken!

Komachi gets to her feet and scoops Christina Ellis up, then brings her down across a knee with a backbreaker and throws her roughly face-down to the canvas. Christina Ellis gets up to her hands and knees, but Komachi collapses her back to the mat by dropping a big elbow down on the small of her back, then gets up and does it again, and again! Komachi's in firm control of the match, and now she hauls Christina Ellis up over one shoulder and runs with her to smash her back-first against the turnbuckles in a neutral corner! And then Komachi hangs her up in the corner and ties her to the Tree of Woe, then unloads on her with a series of swift kicks to the midsection!

Bobcat McGavin orders Komachi to back off and stop abusing Christina Ellis in the corner, and Komachi backs up... only to charge forward and drill Christina Ellis with a huge running shoulder thrust to the abdomen!! Christina Ellis falls out of the corner, doubled up and clutching her midsection, and Komachi stomps and kicks at her fallen body until Bobcat McGavin orders her back and admonishes her again! Christina Ellis starts to get up again, and Komachi hauls her up by the hair and nails her with a big headbutt, knocking her limp against the ropes, then throws her into her corner and tags in Virginia.

Bobcat McGavin won't let them double-team Christina Ellis this time around, as he immediately orders Komachi to leave the ring. But Virginia drives a couple knees into Christina Ellis's midsection in the corner, then puts a foot on her throat and begins choking her! Bobcat McGavin counts, and Virginia waits until just before five to release the choke! Bobcat McGavin admonishes her for not stopping sooner, and Komachi chokes Christina Ellis in the corner for several seconds while Bobcat McGavin's attention is elsewhere!

Komachi releases Christina Ellis after a few seconds, and she staggers out of the corner into a kick to the midsection from Virginia! Christina Ellis is stunned, and Virginia grabs her throat! Virginia grins evilly, then lifts her for a chokeslam... and winces and drops her back down! Her arm's still a little sore, and that seemed to catch her by surprise! Virginia grimaces, takes a deep breath, and lifts Christina Ellis again, but this time Christina Ellis kicks her in the midsection to counter, then grabs her wrist and twists her arm out at one side in a hammerlock! Virginia winces in pain and doubles over, and Christina Ellis loops a leg over her outstretched arm and executes a ROCKER DROPPER ON THE ARM!! Virginia yells out in pain, and the crowd cheers!

Virginia gets up quickly, rubbing her sore arm and looking ready to kill, and she charges Christina Ellis with a clothesline, but Christina Ellis ducks under it! Virginia staggers forward, then turns around, and Christina Ellis catches her with a dropkick that sends her staggering back into the ropes! Virginia comes off, and a second dropkick knocks her back into the ropes again, and this time, her arms get tangled in them! Virginia's caught up in the ropes, and Christina Ellis comes forward and begins raining right hands down on her face mercilessly!! Bobcat McGavin orders her to stop that and back off, and Christina Ellis backs away... only to come forward and tag Virginia with a SUPERKICK instead!! Virginia rocks back with the blow and comes free from the ropes, but she just staggers forward and keels over!

Virginia starts getting up, but Christina Ellis grabs her from the side and brings her down in a Russian legsweep, then steps out to the apron and goes to the top turnbuckle! Virginia's still down, and Christina Ellis comes off with a FLYING BODYPRESS! She comes right down on top of Virginia, and hooks a leg for the cover, and Bobcat McGavin counts... but Virginia kicks out at two and a half! The crowd boos, and Christina Ellis gets up, frowning, with Virginia getting up just behind her. Christina Ellis nails Virginia with a kick to the midsection, but Virginia catches her foot! Christina Ellis hops awkwardly on one foot for a few seconds, and Virginia gives her a grin filled with bad intentions, but she waited too long and Christina Ellis jumps up to clock her with an ENZUIGIRI!! Virginia goes down, and Christina Ellis drops a knee on her ribs, then covers! Bobcat McGavin counts... and again, Virginia kicks out at two and a half!

Christina Ellis pulls Virginia up, takes two handfuls of her hair, and drags her to her corner, then takes her head-first into the turnbuckle and tags in the Pink Kitten. They both hook Virginia in a front chancery, and together they lift and bring Virginia down in the center of the ring with a DOUBLE VERTICAL SUPLEX!! Virginia's down, and the Pink Kitten floats over for the cover as Christina Ellis rolls out of the ring! Bobcat McGavin counts, and once again Virginia kicks out at two and a half!

They get up, and the Pink Kitten nails Virginia with a knee to the midsection, then puts on a headlock and goes for a bulldog, but Virginia pushes her forward with a MIGHTY shove that sends the Pink Kitten staggering into the ropes! The Pink Kitten stops to regain her balance on the ropes, and Virginia rushes forward with an angry bellow and just MAULS her with a huge clothesline that knocks her over the top rope to the floor!! Virginia winces and rubs her arm a little, but looking at the Pink Kitten in a twisted heap on the outside there's no question as to who got the worst end of that collision!

Virginia rolls out of the apron to continue the assault, and though Christina Ellis yells support from the apron, both she and Komachi, as well as Minako, are keeping their distance at the moment. The Pink Kitten starts to get up, but Virginia pulls her up into a bearhug, then charges the guardrail and rams her back-first into it! The Pink Kitten slumps against the rail when Virginia releases her, and a few fans come over to pat her on the shoulders and offer encouragement. Virginia just sneers at them all, then hauls the Pink Kitten up by the hair and carelessly flings her halfway across the floor by the hair!

The Pink Kitten begins pulling herself up on the ring apron, and Virginia smirks at her, then charges with a big clothesline! But the Pink Kitten ducks, and Virginia's clothesline goes over her head, and INTO THE STEEL RINGPOST! Virginia screams in pain and staggers away, clutching her arm to her side, and the crowd cheers loudly! And now the Pink Kitten climbs up to the apron, then climbs up to the top turnbuckle! Virginia turns around, in a lot of pain, and the Pink Kitten comes off the top turnbuckle with a FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR!! Virginia tries to catch the Pink Kitten out of the air, but she's too hurt and fatigued and she crashes to the floor beneath her! The crowd erupts again, and the Pink Kitten rains a series of forearm smashes down on Virginia's face, then pulls her up and with some degree of effort rolls her back into the ring!

Virginia starts getting up in the ring, tired and in pain, and the Pink Kitten steps up to the apron again, then goes to the top turnbuckle and comes off to take her down with another FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS!! Virginia goes down again, and the Pink Kitten stays on top of her for the cover! Bobcat McGavin counts, but at two and a half, Virginia throws a shoulder up! They both start getting up, and the Pink Kitten hooks Virginia and brings her down with a single-arm DDT, then flows to the side to put on an armbar submission!! The crowd cheers loudly, and Virginia grimaces and starts dragging herself to the ropes! She's still so large and so powerful that she's making good progress, but she's clearly hurt now! She struggles frantically and makes it after several seconds, and the Pink Kitten must release the hold!

Virginia's starting to look worried as she gets up this time, and she screams and rushes the Pink Kitten with a desperate clothesline! But the Pink Kitten ducks, hooks her arm, and swings up on her shoulders for a CRUCIFIX!! Virginia staggers back, on the verge of toppling over... but she manages to right herself, then grips the Pink Kitten in the fireman's carry position! Virginia grins evilly, and the Pink Kitten cries out in dismay as she realizes where she is, a second before Virginia turns and drops her with the VIRGIN SACRIFICE!! The crowd boos loudly, and the Pink Kitten pops up from the impact, tumbles head over heels, and flops down to the mat in a ruined heap!!

The Pink Kitten has been sacrificed, but Virginia brought her down on the right side, and she's grimacing in pain and clutching her arm instead of going for the cover! Finally, she crawls over to the Pink Kitten and covers her! Bobcat McGavin counts, but at two and a half the Pink Kitten throws a foot on the bottom rope, and Bobcat McGavin sees it! The crowd cheers in relief, and Virginia scowls, then grabs the Pink Kitten, drags her away from the ropes, and covers her again! Bobcat McGavin counts again... and this time the Pink Kitten KICKS OUT AT TWO AND NINE-TENTHS!! Virginia stares down at her in disbelief, then chokes up tightly on the pin and hooks a leg this time! Bobcat McGavin counts, and again there's a kickout, at two and three-quarters!

The Pink Kitten was able to recover after the Virgin Sacrifice, and Virginia can't seem to put her away now! She gets up and yells "COME ON, GIVE ME A ONE-TWO-THREE!!" at Bobcat McGavin, clapping her hands to demonstrate the one-two-three, but as her attention's turned the Pink Kitten comes up behind her and rolls her up from behind! Bobcat McGavin counts, and Virginia only manages to kick out at two and a half! She was half a second away from losing this match, and that time she's lucky she didn't get a one-two-three! Looking angry and a little worried, Virginia scrambles to her corner and tags in Komachi.

Komachi steps into the ring and charges the Pink Kitten as she gets up, but the Pink Kitten somehow finds the strength to jump up and catch Komachi with a dropkick out of nowhere, knocking her down on her butt! Komachi gets up, infuriated, and takes a swing at the Pink Kitten, but the Pink Kitten ducks it, kicks her in the midsection, and whips her into her corner! The Pink Kitten runs into the corner, jumps up on Komachi, and tags in Christina Ellis, then brings Komachi out of the corner with a monkey flip!! Komachi crashes to the canvas, the Pink Kitten rolls out of the ring, and Christina Ellis goes to the top turnbuckle, then comes off with a FLYING SITDOWN SPLASH!! She stays seated on Komachi's chest, and Bobcat McGavin counts, but Komachi kicks out at two and a half!

Christina Ellis gets up and whips Komachi to the ropes, but Komachi reverses it! Christina Ellis comes off the ropes, and Komachi swings for her face with a URAKEN!! But Christina Ellis ducks, grabs a rear waistlock on Komachi, and takes her down with a GERMAN SUPLEX!! She holds the bridge, and Bobcat McGavin counts, but Komachi kicks out at two and a half! Christina Ellis pulls Komachi up and goes for another German suplex, but Komachi breaks free with a back elbow, then whirls and sends Christina Ellis sprawling to the mat with a URAKEN!! She connected that time! She goes for the cover, and Bobcat McGavin counts... but the Pink Kitten enters the ring and breaks the pin at two with a running dropkick to the face of Komachi!

Komachi starts to get up, and the Pink Kitten nails her with a high kick, but Komachi absorbs it! She blocks a forearm smash from the Pink Kitten, then rocks her with a pair of jabs, pivots to one side, and sends her sprawling to the mat with a swift kick to the ribs!! The Pink Kitten goes down, and Christina Ellis starts to get up, but Komachi knees Christina Ellis in the midsection, then lifts her over her head in a Gorilla Press! The Pink Kitten gets up, and Komachi tosses Christina Ellis down on top of her, sending them both down in a heap! Christina Ellis is stacked up on top of the Pink Kitten, and Komachi rushes forward and comes down on top of both of them with a splash!

Virginia enters the ring to fight off the Pink Kitten, and Komachi pulls Christina Ellis up by the hair, then whips her into a corner! Christina Ellis hits the turnbuckles back-first and staggers out, and Komachi grabs her and brings her crashing to the mat with a huge belly-to-belly suplex when she comes out!! Komachi covers and hooks the leg, and Bobcat McGavin counts, but Christina Ellis kicks out at two and a half! Meanwhile, across the ring, Virginia misses a clothesline on the Pink Kitten, and the Pink Kitten brings her down with a jawbreaker!

Komachi draws a thumb across her throat and pulls Christina Ellis up into a standing headscissors, but the Pink Kitten rushes forward and nails her with a dropkick! Komachi loses her balance, and Christina Ellis brings her down with a double-leg takedown, then steps through her legs and turns her over into a scorpion deathlock!! The crowd rises to its feet, and Komachi grimaces in pain... and the Pink Kitten steps out to the apron and goes up to the top turnbuckle! Komachi struggles in the scorpion deathlock, and the Pink Kitten comes off the top turnbuckle to nail her with a FLYING ELBOWDROP!! She caught Komachi right between the shoulders with that move, squashing her right back down to the mat!

But now Virginia's up, and though she looks somewhat fatigued, she gamely charges both of them! Christina Ellis releases the scorpion deathlock, but neither she nor the Pink Kitten quite reacts in time as Virginia runs forward and nails them with a double clothesline! Virginia stops and grimaces, shaking out her right arm after that move and breathing heavily, but both the champions are down! Virginia hauls the Pink Kitten off of the mat, tosses her out of the ring, and climbs out after her, and Komachi gets up as well! Christina Ellis also starts to get to her feet, but Komachi throws her into a corner of the ring, then pelts her with a series of kicks to the midsection, before drawing back and hammering her with a BIG kick to the head! Christina Ellis slumps in the corner, and the crowd boos loudly!

Komachi shoves Christina Ellis down to the canvas, then climbs up to the second turnbuckle and comes off butt-first onto her with a Banzai Drop!! She's only a little over a hundred and fifty pounds, but she's using her weight advantage to full effect here, and then she goes back up and does it again! But now, instead of going for the pin, she stands up and pulls Christina Ellis into a standing headscissors. She lifts her for a power bomb, then takes a running start... but Christina Ellis punches Komachi in the face a few times, breaking her running start, then wraps her legs around her head and takes her down with a FRANKENSTEINER!! Christina Ellis cradles Komachi's legs for the cover, and Bobcat McGavin counts, but Komachi kicks out at two and a half again!

Christina Ellis gets up, but Komachi's up right behind her! Christina Ellis boosts herself up to the second turnbuckle and comes off with a cross bodypress from the second turnbuckle, but Komachi catches her out of the air with a huge POWERSLAM!! Christina Ellis just got squashed to the mat, and Komachi covers her, but Bobcat McGavin's count only gets to two and a half before Christina Ellis throws a shoulder up! Komachi glares at Christina Ellis, then pulls her into a standing headscissors again! She goes for a lift, but Christina Ellis brings her down with another double-leg takedown, then starts to step through for a scorpion deathlock... but not this time!! Komachi kicks her off, sending her back-first into the turnbuckles!

Christina Ellis slumps in the corner, and Komachi charges in at her with a jumping avalanche, but Christina Ellis dodges out of the way, and Komachi collides with the turnbuckles! She staggers back, and Christina Ellis grabs her in a full nelson! Komachi realizes where she is and starts to freak out, but she can't stop the DRAGON SUPLEX!! Christina Ellis brought her down, and she holds the bridge! Bobcat McGavin counts... and Komachi GETS A SHOULDER UP AT TWO AND NINE-TENTHS!! Damn! Komachi just survived the Dragon Suplex, and Christina Ellis visibly groans as she pulls herself back to her feet!

Christina Ellis pulls Komachi up, slips her head in between her legs, and hoists her up with a great deal of effort... she's going to put her away with the Ocean Cyclone Suplex now!! But on the outside, Virginia shoves the Pink Kitten to the floor, then slides into the ring to help Komachi against Christina Ellis! She catches them just before Christina Ellis falls back with the move, then shoves them forward! Komachi topples face-first to the canvas, but Christina Ellis didn't get the move off!

Christina Ellis gets up, and Virginia knees her in the midsection, then stops to gasp for breath. She's tired and sweaty and blown up pretty badly, but she gives Christina Ellis a second knee to the midsection, then whips her into the ropes! Christina Ellis comes off the ropes, and Virginia grabs her and with a great deal of effort manages to lift her clumsily for the SPINEBUSTER!! But no, Christina Ellis wiggles free from her grasp, shifts position, hooks her head, and counters with a DDT instead!! Virginia's down, her silicon chest rising and falling dramatically as she sucks in air!!

But Komachi's up, and she grabs Christina Ellis from behind as she gets up, then lifts her and spikes her to the mat with a BACKDROP DRIVER!! The crowd boos and deflates, and Komachi just grins and covers Christina Ellis! Bobcat McGavin counts... and at the last FRACTION of a second, Christina Ellis throws a shoulder up somehow! Komachi roars in frustration, then scoops Christina Ellis up and bodyslams her! She goes to the corner and starts going up, facing the crowd... is Komachi actually going to go for a moonsault!?

Komachi gets up to the top and prepares to leap, but the Pink Kitten has pulled herself to the apron, and she grabs Komachi's ankle and pulls her groin-first onto the turnbuckle! Komachi grimaces in pain, and the Pink Kitten climbs up with her, but Komachi recovers and starts hammering her back down with ruthless rights and lefts! The Pink Kitten tumbles back down to the apron! Back in the ring, Virginia and Christina Ellis are both up, a little worse for wear. Sucking wind and covered in sweat, Virginia charges Christina Ellis with a clothesline, but Christina Ellis ducks, then nails her with a dropkick! Virginia staggers back into the ropes... and the Pink Kitten, on the apron, pulls the top rope down!! Virginia spills over the top rope to the floor!!

Komachi begins to right herself on the top turnbuckle, but the Pink Kitten climbs up with her and grabs her by the hair! Komachi pummels her with a few more punches, and finally the Pink Kitten releases Komachi and falls to the apron! Komachi finally rights herself on the top turnbuckle... but Christina Ellis is up behind her, and before Komachi can step down Christina Ellis climbs up with her! She grabs Komachi in a waistlock, then lifts and gives her a TOP-ROPE GERMAN SUPLEX!! Komachi CRASHES to the canvas, the crowd erupts, and Christina Ellis covers her! Virginia's up, but the Pink Kitten boosts herself to the second rope and brings Virginia down with a flying axhandle smash on the floor as Bobcat McGavin counts... to THREE!! Christina Ellis and the Pink Kitten retain the SJW World Tag Team Titles AGAIN!!

After forty minutes of intense, hard-fought action, the young SJW World Tag Team Champions have retained! Komachi rolls out of the ring, clutching the back of her head in pain, and flops down on the floor beside Virginia, who's just laying there sweating and sucking wind like Jockey Oldcastle after the fifty-yard dash. The Pink Kitten reclaims the SJW World Tag Team Titles and slides into the ring with them, then hands one off to Christina Ellis. Christina Ellis takes the title with a sweaty, fatigue-filled grin, wraps the other arm around the Pink Kitten's waist, and tries to hoist her into the air in victory, but ends up just falling down under her in a jumbled heap.

Both of the champions just laugh after that and get up, and they each go to pose in one of the opposite corners of the ring to a huge burst of cheers from the crowd! And then the cheers get even louder as Christina Ellis... takes down the straps of her singlet!? The material of her ring gear stays up only because it's practically plastered to her chest with sweat, and Christina Ellis buckles her SJW World Tag Team Title belt across her chest, turns it around to face forward, and then pulls her singlet down to her waist!! Christina Ellis is wearing the SJW World Tag Team Title belt as a halter top now! Whether she's just trying to cool down after the match or showing off is anyone's guess.

The Pink Kitten comes over to her side, looking a little confused and scandalized, and seems to be asking why she's wearing the belt like that. Christina Ellis shrugs, then makes a gesture as if lifting a shirt and points to the Pink Kitten as if to say that she should do it too! But despite the crowd's cheers of encouragement, the Pink Kitten just giggles and shakes her head shyly. They begin to leave the ring, and it looks like we're out of time for the evening! Don't forget to remember to join us this Friday for a very special VCW event, This Friday In Florida! We're out of time! Thanks for watching! Good night!!

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