Monday Night Wrestling 12/10/01 (VCW 149)
Welcome, once again, to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, coming to you live from the VCW Arena in San Francisco, California! Once again, we're looking ahead to a great show tonight! Lance Errington, Jacob Idol, and Rob Solomon of the Hammer of the Gods will team up to take on the Ontario Colour Show and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor! Stacey Lockman and the Pink Kitten will unite against Komachi and Sadako Momotani! And in our main event, David Wright Hubbard and Crimson will team up against "The California Crippler" Ken Collins and Lars Coverdale! What a show!
But we're going to start things off with a match! "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd boos the arrival of the Jolly Rogers, "Dastardly" Dave Adams and "The Chief Of Governors" Tom Guycot! With them is the Green Dragon, who will be their tag team partner in a match tonight! This gruesome threesome will unite against the Knights of the Squared Circle in our opening match, but they're not accompanied tonight by Nurse Vivacia; she's preparing to wrestle against Mary Cohen in the match immediately following this one! They climb into the ring, and Tom Guycot grabs a microphone.
T. Guycot: Hearken, and know now that I have laid my most cunning plot yet before us! The mighty Jockey Oldcastle, swooning with lust for our Vivacia, has become a nuisance one too many times. And now, tonight, we have carefully hidden Nurse Vivacia away in a secret, undetectable hiding place in the third dressing room on the left in the east wing. It's the one with the blue sign on the door; you can't miss it. Thus carefully concealed, Nurse Vivacia is immune to his oafish advances, and we are free to battle the Knights of the Squared Circle on our own terms!
Oh, great... did Tom Guycot just give away where Nurse Vivacia was hidden!? Dave Adams stares at him in disgust... and then "Tziganne" by Bozzio, Levin, and Stevens begins playing over the arena sound system, and "Hell's Musketeer" Jacques Normandy and Monty Pompous come out of the backstage entrance! There's just the two of them, and they seem puzzled and at a loss as they make their way to the ring together. Where's Jockey Oldcastle? After Tom Guycot's blunder, it's probably not very hard to guess... and hold it, the ViolenTron just flickered on behind them!
Backstage...
The camera shows Jockey Oldcastle walking down a hallway backstage with several doors in it. Jockey Oldcastle walks past a few of them and gets to a door with a blue sign on it that has "NURS VIVCIA IS NOT HEAR" written on it in black crayon. He stops in front of it, makes a futile attempt to smooth his hair down with his fingers, and then walks inside.
J. Oldcastle: Vivacia, my love, I can bear to be apart from you no longer. I--
The camera view shifts to one inside of the room, and two muscular men dressed in T-shirts and blue jeans are standing inside, one with a shaved bald head and one with a blond crew cut. They yell out angrily and rush at Jockey Oldcastle as he steps into the room.
J. Oldcastle: Gaah! What treachery is this!?
The bald man advances on Jockey Oldcastle and begins hammering him with big right hands. Jockey Oldcastle absorbs a few of them, then doubles him over with a knee to the midsection, and sends him to the floor with a meaty forearm to the back. The blond man goes over and tries to scoop Jockey Oldcastle up for a bodyslam, but Jockey Oldcastle's too big for him to get up. After a few seconds of his futile attempts, Jockey Oldcastle squashes him down to the floor with a forearm to the back as well.
Looking disgusted, Jockey Oldcastle scoops up the bald man and bodyslams him down on top of the body of the blond man, stacking them up in a heap. Then he drops an elbow on them, causing them both to tremble and deflate from the impact, then go limp. He gets up, glares at both of them, and then brushes himself off, seeming pretty much unharmed.
J. Oldcastle: Foolish rogues! ... Fear not, Monty and Jacques! I will make haste to the ring and join you at ringside ere long!
Jockey Oldcastle steps out of the room and begins ambling down the hallway again in a motion that could be described as anything but "making haste", and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
Back in the ring, Monty Pompous and Jacques Normandy are just laughing heartily at the rather pathetic scene we saw, and Dave Adams is shouting at Tom Guycot in disgust, saying things it's probably good the microphone isn't picking up. That plot actually seemed like a good trick, except that the men in the ambush were clearly no match for Jockey Oldcastle! Tom Guycot backs up and raises the microphone himself...
T. Guycot: Alas! My incompetent minions have failed me for the first time! My superior intellect has been foiled by his oafish strength! And yet... next time I will not fail! I swear by the crisp, refreshing taste of 7-Up that vengance will be mine!!
Monty Pompous and Jacques Normandy are advancing on the ring now! It doesn't seem like they're inclined to wait for Jockey Oldcastle to arrive, and that's probably a good thing, because if they did we might be here for a while! They come to the ring, and we're going to have to take it on faith that Jockey Oldcastle'll make it to the ring in time to join this match in progress! Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll kick off our opening match!
Jolly Rogers & Green Dragon
vs.
Knights of the Squared Circle ("Hell's Musketeer" Jacques Normandy, Jockey Oldcastle, & Monty Pompous)
Jockey Oldcastle isn't really missed in this battle, which goes back and forth for a few minutes with the remaining two Knights of the Squared Circle doing just fine for themselves thanks to their superior strength and the general uselessness of the Green Dragon. Eventually, a sneaky low blow by Dave Adams grants a brief advantage over Jacques Normandy, but soon Jockey Oldcastle comes waddling out of the backstage entrance and makes his way to ringside. When Tom Guycot goes for the Skullicide, Jacques Normandy boots him in the face as he runs into the corner, and Guycot goes down! Tom Guycot tags in the Green Dragon, but Jacques Normandy tags in Jockey Oldcastle. Oldcastle sends first Tom Guycot, then Dave Adams down with big headbutts, then scoops up the Green Dragon and bodyslams him. With his partners holding off the Jolly Rogers, Jockey Oldcastle crushes the Green Dragon with the Big Splash for the victory.
The
Knights of the Squared Circle (Jacques Normandy, Jockey
Oldcastle, and Monty Pompous) defeated The Jolly Rogers and The
Green Dragon when Oldcastle pinned Green Dragon with the Big
Splash in 0:05:11.
Rating: DUD
Dave Adams and Tom Guycot roll out of the ring, glaring at the Green Dragon, and begin heading backstage. Even with a three-on-two advantage for most of the match, the Green Dragon was more of a liability than anything else. Jockey Oldcastle celebrates with his partners in the ring, and Jacques Normandy grabs a microphone!
J. Normandy: With this great proof of our might and warrior prowess before us, I tell you what, boys! The Knights of the Squared Circle are indeed a worthy triumvirate of the most bold and valiant motherfuckers in VCW! In light of this noble, hard-fought victory, I feel strongth welling. In my body, and I hereby challenge that no-good low-down son of a bitch Butch Manson to meet me on the fields of battle in a Street Fight at Deck the Halls!
Whoa! After winning this match, it seems that Jacques Normandy finally found the courage to throw down a challenge to his former partner Butch Manson! The former members of Hell's Bikers will collide at Deck the Halls, in a Street Fight! But right now, we've received word that a camera has found its way to Nurse Vivacia's actual location! She's up in the next match, so it may bear watching! Let's take a look!
Backstage...
A camera is focused on a door backstage in a hallway. When it opens, Nurse Vivacia walks out, dressed to wrestle in a white halter top and tights, and "Superstar" Sean Black steps out right behind her. Nurse Vivacia is wiping her mouth on a napkin, and Sean Black is zipping up his leather pants and smirking.
N. Vivacia: Thanks again for letting me hang out in there with you. The last thing I need is to run into that lovestruck loon Jockey Oldcastle before this match.
Sean Black raises an eyebrow at her and grins.
S. Black: Believe me, babe, it was a pleasure.
Nurse Vivacia smiles almost bashfully.
N. Vivacia: Glad you enjoyed yourself. Do I still have any on me?
S. Black: Not that I can tell.
N. Vivacia: I wish we could've done a little more, but I've got a match in a few seconds, and I didn't want to go out there all sore and bowlegged from that huge thing. Any chance we could hook up again after the show?
Sean Black just laughs.
S. Black: Forget it. I've already got half a dozen freshmen coeds on their way in a limo to meet me at a hot tub after the show. Nothing personal... just a matter of supply and demand.
N. Vivacia: Oh, well. Thanks anyway.
Nurse Vivacia turns and walks off, and as she walks down the hall she passes by Mary Cohen, who's leaning against the wall, also dressed to wrestle. She shakes her head at Nurse Vivacia as she walks by.
M. Cohen: Don't you ever get tired of passing yourself around and whoring yourself out to all these men to get what you want?
Nurse Vivacia just smiles.
N. Vivacia: Not really. I mean, just now, for instance... I get to hide out in the back and stay out of that whole mess with Jockey Oldcastle, AND I get to fool around with the Superstar at the same time? If that's not a win-win situation, what is?
M. Cohen: You disgust me.
Nurse Vivacia turns and frowns at her.
N. Vivacia: Do I? Or do I just represent what you want to be? You can call me a whore if you want... but the fact is, I CAN sell it, and you can't even GIVE it away. I'm making three times what you are, and I've never once had to sleep in my car. There's a reason for that: my body and appearance sells tickets, whereas you'd take ten thousand dollars of plastic surgery to pass for fuckable in a dim light.
Mary Cohen trembles as her fists clench at her sides.
M. Cohen: You're lucky I don't rip your face off and wipe my ass with it right here and now. All the same... you and me are up next in a match, and I have to admit I'm looking forward to it. ... Get your ass to the ring. I'm waiting.
Nurse Vivacia looks Mary Cohen up and down, unimpressed.
N. Vivacia: Think you're just going to be able to go out there and take me apart? ... If that's what you think, I've got a feeling you're making a MASSIVE oversight.
Nurse Vivacia calmly walks away, and Mary Cohen stares after her, taking a deep breath as she watches her swaying hips. The camera then fades out on the whole scene.
We're back, and ready to go ahead with that match! It'll be Nurse Vivacia, one-on-one with Mary Cohen, up next! "Calling Dr. Love" by KISS begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd gives a mixture of boos, cheers, catcalls and whistles as Nurse Vivacia comes out of the backstage entrance and makes her way to the ring! After she climbs inside, she smiles at the crowd and slides her tights down to her knees, showing off her tanned posterior and thighs in a skimpy white thong! She shakes her hips at the crowd briefly, then laughs and pulls her tights back up again.
And then "Stupefy" by Disturbed begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Mary Cohen stalks out of the backstage entrance, looking angrily into the ring as she approaches. After their exchange of bitchy comments backstage, even if she's not the sadist she sometimes appears to be, Mary Cohen no doubt wants to lay down a nice, satisfying beating on Nurse Vivacia! She climbs into the ring and stares across it at Nurse Vivacia, who's starting to look a little bit like she's having second thoughts as the time approaches. Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is underway!
Nurse Vivacia
vs.
Mary Cohen
Mary Cohen charges at Nurse Vivacia with a raised fist, and Nurse Vivacia quickly bails out of the ring! Mary Cohen slides out after her and gives chase, and she chases her in two whole laps around the ring before Nurse Vivacia slides into the ring and hides behind Jerry Rogers, using him as a human shield! Mary Cohen tries to get around him, but Nurse Vivacia backs into a corner and ducks between the ropes, and Jerry Rogers orders her to back away. Mary Cohen reluctantly does so, and Nurse Vivacia comes out from the corner long enough to spit in Mary Cohen's face, then quickly ducks back in the ropes in the corner, leaving Jerry Rogers to hold back an enraged Mary Cohen!
But suddenly the crowd boos when Jockey Oldcastle begins waddling out of the backstage entrance! Nurse Vivacia must have known he would come out to help her! Oblivious to his presence, Mary Cohen yells "WHAT THE FUCK? MAKE HER WRESTLE, FOR GOD'S SAKE!" at Jerry Rogers. Jerry Rogers turns to Nurse Vivacia and begins admonishing her, but Nurse Vivacia grabs her top and PULLS IT DOWN, exposing her bare breasts!! The crowd roars wildly, and Jerry Rogers stares obliviously and begins groping her as Jockey Oldcastle climbs into the ring! Mary Cohen sees him come in, and backs into a corner of the ring as she yells "LEAVE HER BOOBS ALONE AND LOOK AT THIS, YOU RETARD!" at Jerry Rogers, but to no avail!
Jockey Oldcastle grins at Vivacia, then begins stalking towards Mary Cohen, wagging a finger! He's going to attack her and try to earn Nurse Vivacia's affection! But as he does, Chris Champlain comes running out of the backstage entrance, and the crowd actually cheers, in part because he's carrying a THUMBTACK-COVERED BASEBALL BAT!! He slides into the ring with it, behind Jockey Oldcastle, and NAILS him in the back of the head with it! Jockey Oldcastle goes down with a resounding crash, and Chris Champlain tosses the bat to Mary Cohen, who catches it with a confused look!
Jerry Rogers clearly jumps at the sight of the crash, but is unwilling to turn his attention away until Chris Champlain actually grabs him by the shoulder and turns him to look at Jockey Oldcastle! Confronted with such blatant evidence that something shady's going on, Jerry Rogers corrects his earlier attention by staring stupidly at Jockey Oldcastle. Nurse Vivacia also stops and stares in dismay, but Mary Cohen screams violently and charges Nurse Vivacia, and NAILS HER IN THE BARE CHEST WITH THE BAT!! Nurse Vivacia screams in pain and goes down, folding her arms over her breasts, and Mary Cohen throws the bat aside, pulls her up, hooks her head, and DROPS her with a DDT!! Chris Champlain slides out of the ring and slowly tries to drag Jockey Oldcastle's carcass out with him, and after a few seconds Jerry Rogers finally turns around, and Mary Cohen covers Nurse Vivacia and gets three!
Mary
Cohen pinned Nurse Vivacia after a DDT in 0:04:34.
Rating: -****
On the outside of the ring, Chris Champlain nods and smiles to himself, but Mary Cohen, as she starts to cool down, slowly begins to look horrified! She stares out of the ring at Chris Champlain and the thumbtack-covered baseball bat, then at Nurse Vivacia, and at her own hands, and she looks to be shocked and ashamed at what she's done! She pulls Nurse Vivacia's top back up, getting loud boos from the crowd, then kneels by her side with a hand on her shoulder, saying something to her. Jockey Oldcastle slowly gets up, and he also goes and kneels by Nurse Vivacia, showing his concern.
Some trainers are coming out for Nurse Vivacia, and as they do, we're going to take a look at a video sent in by Gabriel Black from his home in Arizona! He's not actually present tonight, but apparently even when he's not in the building, he has to monopolize fifteen to twenty minutes of TV time! Let's take a look at that.
At Gabriel Black's Home:
The camera shows a young child's nursery, with various toys and children's books scattered all around. In the center, propped up against the wall, is the large plush cat that Gabriel Black and Melissa DelArmeggio won in the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble. Gabriel Black's infant daughter, Molly, is sitting propped up against one of the legs, touching its soft fur and making fascinated giggling noises. Gabriel Black is lying on a plush rug in a lavishly decorated nursery, wearing track pants and a tank top, with his hair down, watching his daughter play
G. Black: You like the big kitty that Daddy brought home, don't you? Well, it's yours, sweetie. All yours.
Gabriel Black smiles at his daughter, then looks into the camera and speaks softly to it.
G. Black: It's hers, Johnny. And it'll never be yours. You see, when Melissa and I defeated you last week at the Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble... we did it for her.
Gabriel Black gives an affectionate glance to Molly before continuing.
G. Black: Everyone knows that I take a lot of pride in being the best at everything I do. That's why I'm the greatest professional wrestler of all time. But I also take a lot of pride in being the best father my little girl could ever have. I want to be there for her always; that's why I'm at home this week, because being with her is much more important than appearing in front of a crowd of numbskulls and entertaining them. They're not worth my time. Not like she is.
Gabriel Black stares into the camera and clears his throat, then keeps speaking softly.
G. Black: But listen. There's more to it than that. I want to give her more than just my time and affection. I want to give her everything. They say money can't buy happiness... maybe not, but it can help you afford it. The stuffed cat's just the beginning. Knowing that my little girl's getting the best private school education possible... seeing the look on her face when I hand her the keys to her dream car when she turns sixteen... paying the tuition for her to attend any college she chooses... all of these are more important than any wrestling title could ever be. But it all comes at a price.
Part of that price is one I have to pay. I have to accept the fact that people will want to hurt me every time I enter the ring, and the toll it will take on my body. But I can accept that. When I watched her being born from a wheelchair, with a broken back, I prayed to God that I could be strong again, that if my body was whole again I would give everything left in it to Molly. And my prayers were answered beyond my fondest hopes and expectations: I have an angelic, beautiful daughter, and I'm healthy enough to continue fighting for her, to pay that price. But the other part of the price has to be paid by people like you, Johnny.
You know the reason I make so much more money than you, Johnny? It's not because I deserve it more than you, or because I NEED it more than you, although both those things are true. It's because I'm the greatest professional wrestler of all time. You'll never have a wonderful family like mine. I doubt you'll ever have any children, and if you do, God help them; you'll never be fit to be a father. You don't have the maturity, the patience, or the selflessness that it takes. But I do. And in order to provide Molly with everything that should be hers, I must remain the greatest professional wrestler of all time. Your blood and your pain pays for the quality of life that my daughter deserves.
Gabriel Black sits up, and shortly later the door to the nursery opens and Charlotte Black walks in, dressed in an evening gown and wearing many layers of makeup and an assortment of fine jewelry. She looks at Gabriel Black and Molly, then at the camera and frowns.
C. Black: Home movies?
G. Black: You could say that. We were playing with the cat. Think I should wait until she can talk and let her name it, or just give it a name now?
C. Black: Oh. The cat. That thing. It doesn't matter what you call it.
G. Black: Well, we're having a wonderful time playing with it. Here to join us?
C. Black: Here to remind you that we're due at the dinner party in an hour, and we're supposed to meet the Garcias along the way. I'm certain you're not going dressed like that.
G. Black: Very well. I suppose you're right. I'll be ready in a minute. There's something I must finish.
Charlotte Black rolls her eyes and makes an annoyed sound under her breath.
C. Black: Try to hurry. I know you enjoy spending time with Molly, but this is important.
Charlotte Black leaves the room, and Gabriel Black sighs, then turns back to the camera, frowning.
G. Black: Johnny, at Deck the Halls, I've promised you one solid hour of pure hell. One hour is enough time to do a lot of damage, and I know you'll give me a tough fight too. Make no mistake about it; we're going to endure more abuse than the human body was meant to take. Just by taking part in this match, we're shortening our careers and sacrificing our bodies. But it's a sacrifice I'm happy to make. See, Johnny, I'd GLADLY walk through Hell for my daughter. And after the first mistake you make, I'm going to END your career. Just like I promised Troy... the next time I meet you in the ring will be the last time you set foot in it. And now we have a time and a place set for your meeting with destiny. Deck the Halls. One-on-one. One HOUR. And YOU are NOT ready. Gabriel Black... DOES... NOT... LOSE.
A small smile crosses Gabriel Black's face, and after just a second or two he reaches out to take Molly in his arms, as the camera slowly fades out on the nursery scene.
We're back from that video package, and it's very clear now that Gabriel Black has a clear motivation going into this match with Johnny Smiles. Oddly enough, he barely mentioned his brother Troy Black, even though he has been obsessed with ending Troy's career since his comeback at Blood and Thunder. Whether it's because he's confident that Lance Errington has matters well in hand or because he's simply that focused on Johnny Smiles, it's difficult saying.
We're going to go ahead with eight-man tag team action now! "War Machine" by KISS begins playing, and that heralds the arrival of the first of our two teams! The Tough Customers, Bass Rogers and "The Star Player" Darren Michaels, are on their way, along with their partners tonight, Dean Sanders and Butch Manson! None of the other three have been on good terms with Butch Manson for most of their careers, but since the split in Hell's Bikers it seems they've been able to put aside their differences and align themselves with him. They all walk to the ring and climb inside, awaiting their opponents.
And then "What'chu Lookin' At?" by Uncle Kracker begins playing, and the team of Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera come from backstage, with their partners Devaccio Pola and Tommy Hustle! They all make their way to the ring, and this is also certainly an unusual pairing. But Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera are currently in the midst of an attempt to prove they deserve a shot at the VCW World Tag Team Titles more than the Tough Customers, and Devaccio Pola and Dean Sanders have certainly grown to dislike each other a great deal in recent history, so there's certainly motivation here. They also enter the ring, and Devaccio Pola roars at the top of his lungs and charges Dean Sanders out of nowhere! They begin trading blows, and Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell!
Brian Rivera, Marylin Silvera, Devaccio Pola, & Tommy Hustle
vs.
Tough Customers, Dean Sanders, & Butch Manson
The other teams are content to let Dean Sanders and Devaccio Pola start off by beating the hell out of each other. With neither man able to dominate his opponent in a brawl, both of them try out various facets of their offense, and Devaccio Pola finds some success with his martial arts and high flying ability, while Dean Sanders proves to be superior when wrestling on the mat and using suplexes and other impact moves. After a few more minutes of inconclusive battle, they tag out, and the advantage shifts several times as the members of both teams assault each other with brawling offense and occasional bursts of wrestling.
After a lengthy series of back-and-forth battles, chaos erupts after tags are made to Butch Manson and Devaccio Pola, and all eight men begin brawling in and around the ring. Tommy Hustle wipes out a few members of the opposing team with a dive to the outside, but Bass Rogers soon evens the score by tossing Marylin Silvera on top of Brian Rivera in such a way that they conveniently land in a "69" position. In the ring, Butch Manson gets the upper hand on Devaccio Pola and plants him with a piledriver for a near fall, then begins going up to the top turnbuckle for a moonsault!
But as he goes up, "Hell's Musketeer" Jacques Normandy comes out of the backstage entrance and walks to the ring, pointing to Butch Manson and saying something with a big grin on his face! Butch Manson looks out and sees him, then glares at him and shouts something the cameras don't pick up. Jacques Normandy just grins back at him and yells something in return, and Butch Manson leaps off at him with a FLYING AXHANDLE TO THE FLOOR!! He drops Jacques Normandy like a bad habit, and the crowd cheers loudly! But Devaccio Pola rolls out of the ring, then grabs a steel chair and slides back in as Brendan Powers is looking at Jacques Normandy!
Butch Manson hammers Jacques Normandy in the face with a few big punches, then climbs back into the ring, but Devaccio Pola has a chair, and when Butch Manson gets up he swings for the fences!! But Butch Manson catches the chair and jerks it out of his hands, and raises it to swing... but then Brendan Powers turns around and sees Butch Manson holding the chair! He starts yelling at Butch Manson, threatening to disqualify him, and with a frustrated scowl Butch Manson drops the chair, grumbling to himself, and advances on Devaccio Pola with his bare fists!
Brendan Powers warns Butch Manson sternly, then grabs the chair and throws it out of the ring. But while he's disposing of the chair, Devaccio Pola crawls up to Butch Manson and gives him a LOW BLOW!! Butch Manson doubles over, and Devaccio Pola stands up, measures him, and DROPS him with the GUILLOTINE KICK!! The crowd boos a little bit because of his unsavory tactics, and Devaccio Pola rolls Butch Manson over and covers him! Brendan Powers counts, and Devaccio Pola gets three!
Brian
Rivera, Marylin Silvera, Devaccio Pola, and Tommy Hustle defeated
The Tough Customers, Dean Sanders, and Butch Manson when Pola
pinned Manson with the Guillotine Kick in 0:15:37.
Rating: * 3/4
Devaccio Pola raises his hands in victory and roars out at the crowd, which is giving him a somewhat mixed reaction of cheers and boos. On one hand, many of them still probably remember Butch Manson best as one of Crimson's thugs in Hell's Bikers and still don't trust him, but on the other hand many of them no doubt take exception to the way Devaccio Pola won this match! But as he's celebrating, Dean Sanders slides into the ring behind him, carrying the chair that Brendan Powers just threw out of the ring! Devaccio Pola turns around, but it's just in time to get NAILED SQUARE IN THE FACE by a brutal chairshot! Devaccio Pola goes down hard, and now the crowd cheers as Dean Sanders raises the chair high in the air!
As this mess in and around the ring gets sorted out, we're going to take a look backstage with Ziggy Adderloaf, where the VCW Television Champion, "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper, is set to team up with Pauline Vietjohn against Virginia and Chris Champlain! Let's take a look at that now!
Backstage...
Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with Pauline Vietjohn, Tim Bell, and "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper. Quinn Harper is wearing the VCW Television Title belt, and both he and Pauline are dressed to wrestle, while Tim Bell is wearing a VCW T-shirt and blue jeans.
Z. Adderloaf: Tonight, Quinn Harper and Pauline Vietjohn, you're going to find yourselves in a great deal of potential danger. You're facing Chris Champlain and Virginia, both of whom have violent, evil intentions where you're concerned.
P. Vietjohn: Yeah, I know. I'm getting pretty damn sick of all the sadistic assholes who are constantly trying to hurt me and my friends. Virginia threw Heather off of an ambulance and beat the hell out of me and Heather in every match we've been in. Chris Champlain's been stalking Quinn and Heather like some kind of predator. But it's nice to know up front what we're in for. And we may take some abuse, but we're gonna give some right back. I've been waiting for another chance at Virginia, but you know what I really want? I want her one-on-one. I want to face her myself, and beat her myself, for everything she's done. Tonight... this is just an added bonus.
Q. Harper: I agree about one thing: I'd much rather deal with these people in the ring than get jumped by them when I'm not expecting it. And really, I don't even mind that Chris Champlain wants to hurt me, because I've been a marked man ever since I came back. The first thing that happened is Mongo tried to put me back on the shelf. Then it was Gabriel Black, trying to break my neck with the Destiny Driver, and everyone said it was suicide... but I walked out of there with the VCW Television Title. And now it's Chris Champlain. I've been on fire ever since I returned, and everyone's running around trying to extinguish me. But guess what? I'm used to it by now.
In fact, I prefer it this way. If Chris Champlain has a problem, instead of going after Heather... he needs to come after ME. I'm extending an OPEN invitation to him: come on and TRY to take me out. Leave Heather out of this, come for me, and TRY to injure me or break my neck. It's just not gonna happen. Mongo found out. Gabriel Black found out. Jacob Idol found out. And if you want to come after Heather, you've gotta go through me... and you'll find out too.
Z. Adderloaf: About Heather... we've seen her get pretty physically affectionate with you recently. Anything going on there you'd like to share with us?
Quinn Harper smiles nervously.
Q. Harper: I don't get into talking about that stuff much on the air. But you know, she's really nice. She's a little weird, but she's a really nice girl.
Z. Adderloaf: All right. Up next, "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper and Pauline Vietjohn take on Virginia and Chris Champlain!
Quinn Harper and Pauline Vietjohn begin walking away, followed by Tim Bell, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
We're back, and obviously Quinn Harper and Pauline Vietjohn are very excited about this upcoming encounter! "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd cheers as "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper and Pauline Vietjohn come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Tim Bell, and begin heading to the ring! They rush to the ring and slide inside, and Pauline Vietjohn tries with only moderate success to dance to Quinn Harper's entrance music for a few seconds before Quinn Harper laughs at her, puts an arm around her waist, and lifts her up in the air by it. She playfully swats him away, and he takes off the VCW Television Title goes to one the top turnbuckles, and raises it high in the air to the cheers of the crowd, then hands it to Tim Bell for safekeeping.
Next, "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple begins playing, and the crowd boos loudly as Virginia comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Minako! Strangely, Chris Champlain is absent, and Virginia seems to be rather distraught over coming to the ring alone. Immediately suspecting a trick, Quinn Harper and Pauline Vietjohn begin scanning the crowd, watching to see if maybe he's planning a sneak attack as he's done in the past! Tim Bell gets the same idea, and begins looking under the ring. But Chris Champlain seems to be genuinely nowhere to be found! Virginia seems extremely angry as she steps up on the apron, and almost as an afterthough she pumps a fist into the air to play to the crowd.
VCW referee Harold Brusco seems just as confused as anybody, and he asks Virginia and Minako where their partner is, but Virginia just yells "How the hell should I know!?" loudly enough that a camera picks it up! She seems genuinely upset! Virginia turns to Minako and points to the apron, demanding that she take the place as Virginia's partner, but Minako quickly raises her hands and protests! Virginia rolls her eyes and mutters something to her, then waves dismissively for her to get out of the ring. Virginia was clearly turning to Minako in desperation, but it's actually probably for the best; Minako would've just been a liability against two competitors like these. Harold Brusco seems to ask Virginia something, and she takes a deep breath and nods, so he calls for the bell! With or without Chris Champlain, this match is on!
"Skyhawk"
Quinn Harper & Pauline Vietjohn
w/Tim Bell
vs.
Virginia & Chris
Champlain (?)
w/Minako
Quinn Harper stops to consult briefly with Pauline Vietjohn, and after she says something to him he steps out to the apron, and Pauline Vietjohn turns and rushes Virginia, staggering her with a dropkick! Pauline Vietjohn unleashes a plethora of high-flying offense on Virginia, and though Virginia stays in the match gamely and tries to fight back, the psychological disadvantage of being without a partner seems to have shaken her so much that she's not in top form. Pauline Vietjohn controls the opening moments of the match, and Virginia's frustration and distress only grows!
But when Virginia catches Pauline Vietjohn on a cross bodypress attempt and brings her down with a crushing backbreaker, the match changes in a hurry. Now Pauline Vietjohn becomes a scapegoat for Virginia's frustration, and Virginia shows a great deal of aggressiveness in beating her senseless! Virginia takes control with brawling and power offense, and though Pauline Vietjohn makes several comebacks, she never once tries to tag in Quinn Harper. She said earlier that what she really wanted was a one-on-one meeting with Virginia, and with Chris Champlain gone, if Quinn Harper stays out of it, that's effectively what this match has become! But it seems to be a little more than Pauline Vietjohn bargained for, as Virginia controls her with superior power and experience.
Things begin to look bleak as Virginia gets a near fall on Pauline Vietjohn with a crushing spinebuster. But when Pauline Vietjohn slips out behind Virginia on a Virgin Sacrifice attempt and hits an inverted DDT, though she's too slow to cover for the three-count, she suddenly seems to have a chance again! Her weak-looking forearm smashes barely faze Virginia, but a few dropkicks and a spinning leg lariat rattle her and knock her down! Pauline Vietjohn stays on the offensive, bringing Virginia down with a Russian legsweep, then again with a Victory Roll and getting a two count on the ensuing pinning cradle. Next she brings Virginia down with a Rocker Dropper, then goes to the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, and comes off with the TWISTING MOONSAULT DROPKICK!! She misses Virginia by a good four inches, but Virginia goes down hard anyway, and Pauline Vietjohn covers for a near fall!
Pauline Vietjohn steps out and begins ascending the turnbuckles again, but Virginia recovers enough to roll out of the ring before she can leap. She stops on the outside to catch her breath, consulting with Minako, but Pauline Vietjohn just shifts position on the top turnbuckle, then leaps off onto both of them with a FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR!! All three of them go down in a heap! After a few seconds, Pauline Vietjohn hammers Virginia with a series of somewhat questionable forearms, then hauls her up and tries to roll her into the ring, but Virginia blocks and smashes Pauline head-first into the apron, then rolls her in instead!
Virginia looks over at Minako and says something, and Minako jumps up on the apron and pulls up her dress, showing off tiny black thong underwear to Harold Brusco! That distracts him momentarily, and Virginia grabs a steel chair and slides into the ring! She waits as Pauline Vietjohn starts to get up, then raises the chair, but Quinn Harper comes in behind her, turns her around and kicks her in the midsection, then pulls her down with a QUINNTESSENCE ONTO THE CHAIR!! Virginia's face bounces off of the chair, and she may be out cold! Quinn Harper quickly grabs the chair and rolls out of the ring, and Pauline Vietjohn gets up, knocks Minako off of the apron with a dropkick, and then steps out to the apron and goes to the top turnbuckle! Virginia's laid out, and Pauline Vietjohn takes flight with the LEAP OF FAITH!! It connects, and she covers and gets three!!
Pauline
Vietjohn and Quinn Harper defeated Virginia when Pauline pinned
Virginia with the Leap of Faith in 0:08:57.
Rating: **
(Chris Champlain no-showed.)
Pauline Vietjohn has done it! Quinn Harper jumped in to assist her, but it was only when it looked like Virginia was going to use a steel chair to lay her out! Pauline Vietjohn gets up, raises her hands in victory, and calls for a microphone. Virginia's still knocked out on the mat after the Quinntessence on the steel chair, and Pauline Vietjohn stands over her and talks into the microphone...
P. Vietjohn: You wanna try that again without the illegal cheap shot, BITCH, then meet me at Deck the Halls! Let's try this again, one-on-one... and maybe this time, YOU'LL be the one taking a trip in an ambulance!
Pauline Vietjohn drops the microphone on Virginia's motionless carcass, then goes over and shares a group hug with Tim Bell and Quinn Harper, celebrating her victory! But suddenly Chris Champlain appears at the top of the entrance ramp, to a chorus of boos from the crowd! Pauline Vietjohn, Quinn Harper, and Tim Bell all turn around and stare at him, but he just looks into the ring with a smile and nods. The smile spreads into a full-fledged grin, and then he looks away and heads backstage without a word. What the hell was that all about? It looks like he just CHOSE not to show up for this match, but why?
It's hard answering that question when it comes to Chris Champlain. But one thing we will see are Stacey Lockman and the Pink Kitten as they prepare to step into the ring with two aggressive competitors that have made them miserable with their vicious behavior lately, Komachi and Sadako Momotani! Let's take a look.
Backstage...
Stacey Lockman and the Pink Kitten are backstage, dressed to wrestle. The Pink Kitten is adjusting the laces of her mask shortly before she stands up.
S. Lockman: You ready?
P. Kitten: You bet!
Ken Collins walks up behind Stacey Lockman and puts a hand on her shoulder.
K. Collins: Are you guys sure you want to do this?
S. Lockman: Absolutely. We're not going to let them push us around. You remember last week, when I came running to you in tears, dripping wet, without a shred of clothes or a shred of dignity? Do you remember how upset and embarrassed I was?
Ken Collins frowns.
K. Collins: Yeah, and that's why I'm worried about you now. What'll she do to you THIS time?
S. Lockman: Look, we love each other... and that means we have to TRUST each other. Now, against every instinct I have, I'm trusting you to take care of yourself when you go after Crimson, because it's important to you. You have to trust me now, okay?
K. Collins: Yeah, but... look. Stacey, you're really coming along with your skills, your father was a great wrestler, and I'm not trying to say you don't have potential to be a great wrestler, but... this is a big deal. You haven't really been seriously wrestling for very long, and you're only a few months back from a neck injury that had a lot of doctors saying you'd never walk again. Komachi's an international legend in her own time. She's stronger than you, faster than you, larger than you, tougher than you, and more experienced. Don't take this wrong, but... I can't think of a single advantage you have over her as a fighter.
Stacey Lockman stares at Ken Collins with a hurt look, and her voice cracks when she speaks next.
S. Lockman: Thanks a fucking lot.
The Pink Kitten takes one of Stacey Lockman's hands in her own.
P. Kitten: Stacey... this is a hard battle we're facing, and he only means he's concerned for us. If you just look at the surface, maybe it looks like we can't compete with Sadako Momotani and Komachi. But we can win if we're strong enough below the surface. It's about your fighting spirit, your inner fury, and your heart. Remember that, and be strong.
A smile crosses Stacey Lockman's face as she looks into the Pink Kitten's eyes.
S. Lockman: Thanks, Yuri. You know what I'm really glad for? Having you on my side tonight. Let's do this.
K. Collins: Hey, good luck. I'll be pulling for you.
Stacey Lockman turns back to him with a lingering frown on her face.
S. Lockman: You sure about that?
K. Collins: Of course! Look, I'm just a little worried about you. How many times have you thought I was a macho idiot for wanting to pick another fight and settle the score with Crimson?
Stacey Lockman shakes her head and laughs a little bit.
S. Lockman: Point taken. I see where you're coming from. ... I'll make you a deal. I'll come back to you in one piece if you'll do the same for me. Okay?
K. Collins: Okay. But I'm gonna hold you to that.
Ken Collins pulls Stacey Lockman close and kisses her, and the Pink Kitten looks down at her boots shyly. As the two of them disengage, Johnny Smiles walks up to them.
J. Smiles: Glad I caught you guys before you left. Your big match is up next, right?
P. Kitten: Right.
J. Smiles: Well, hey... I'll tell you what. The Intergender Super Ladder Fat Cat Scramble didn't quite go our way, but I appreciate the gesture you made last week. So how about this... if you win the match, I'll flash my bare chest at you. Okay?
Stacey Lockman and the Pink Kitten stop and look at Johnny Smiles strangely.
S. Lockman: What?
P. Kitten: We've already seen your bare chest before, Johnny! Several times! What kind of a promise is that!?
K. Collins: Yeah, really. I mean, isn't that pretty pointless?
J. Smiles: Actually... I guess it doesn't really make any sense, does it? Never mind. Good luck out there anyway, okay?
The Pink Kitten smiles.
P. Kitten: Thanks. We'll do our best!
S. Lockman: Yeah. We'll see you after the match!
Stacey Lockman and the Pink Kitten leave, on their way to the ring, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.
We're back, and despite their high spirits, you have to believe that this is a huge mismatch against Stacey Lockman and the Pink Kitten. Komachi and Sadako Momotani are both vicious, dominant veterans, and Komachi's much stronger than either of her opponents. Stacey Lockman and the Pink Kitten are still fairly inexperienced and vulnerable, and they'll be fighting an uphill battle in this next match.
But when "Lovefool" by the Cardigans begins playing and the crowd bursts into cheers, Stacey Lockman and the Pink Kitten remain full of enthusiasm and positive energy as they come out of the backstage entrance and begin making their way to the ring! They touch the hands of fans near the aisles, then slide into the ring and pose at opposite corners to cheers and camera flashes. They're ready for this match, and no matter how gentle and good-natured they are, they're also determined to defend themselves against their opponents tonight!
And then "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie begins playing, and the crowd boos loudly as Komachi and Sadako Momotani come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Lady Erica Whitmore. Their expressions are calm and neutral as they walk to the ring, but also merciless and unforgiving. As strange as it is, Komachi may be the lesser of two evils here. She's proud and vicious and not above injuring an opponent on purpose to eliminate them, but she doesn't seem to relish inflicting pain in quite the same way that Sadako Momotani does. She's a bully, but not a sadist... but still, it's hard to think that the Pink Kitten and Stacey Lockman will find any mercy from her direction in this match. Komachi and Sadako Momotani enter the ring, and Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell to start this match off!
Pink Kitten & Stacey Lockman
vs.
Komachi & Sadako
Momotani
w/Lady Erica Whitmore
The Pink Kitten starts off against Komachi, and like a ruthless machine Komachi counters her first few attempts at offense and begins trying to break her down. But before she can establish a solid offense, the Pink Kitten shows some resourcefulness and regains the advantage through her agility and quickness, actually bringing Komachi down a few times! She tags in Stacey Lockman, who comes in and begins working on Komachi's right knee to set up the figure-four leglock, but before that can really go anywhere Komachi takes control back and mauls Stacey Lockman with some brutal martial arts moves and power offense.
Komachi tags in Sadako Momotani after a time, and Sadako Momotani slaps Stacey Lockman around a little, claws at her face, and bites down on her fingers, more interested in being cruel and causing pain than in inflicting any serious punishment. But Stacey Lockman snaps after some of this treatment and surprises Sadako Momotani with a flurry of intense offense! But again, before she can take a firm upper hand Sadako Momotani is able to counter and take control back. But instead of going to work on Stacey Lockman, she throws her into her corner, then points to the Pink Kitten and beckons her into the ring with a curled finger and an evil smile!
The Pink Kitten gamely tags herself in and comes at Sadako Momotani, hitting her with a plethora of quick moves, even dumping her to the outside and flinging herself onto her with a pescado bodypress to the floor!! The crowd cheers the Pink Kitten on as she unleashes offense on Sadako Momotani, but soon Sadako Momotani takes control with an elbow to the ribs and smashes the Pink Kitten's head into the ringpost! She rolls the Pink Kitten back into the ring, then tags in Komachi and says something to her. For a few minutes, they take turns wearing the Pink Kitten down, cutting off the ring like the canny veterans they are. But as the Pink Kitten seems to be weakening, Sadako Momotani elects to keep her in the ring and begins just trying to cause her pain!
Stacey Lockman grows increasingly concerned as she watches Sadako Momotani brutalize the Pink Kitten, and the crowd rallies behind her, hoping for her to make a comeback! After some time, the Pink Kitten draws on the fans and summons a renewed burst of energy to fight back, and manages to take Sadako Momotani down with a well-placed flurry of offense! As her strength fades again, she goes to tag in Stacey Lockman, but Lady Erica Whitmore distracts Bobcat McGavin as Komachi runs around to that side of the ring and pulls Stacey Lockman off of the apron, preventing the tag!
Komachi drills Stacey Lockman with a series of harsh punches and kicks, beating her senseless on the outside of the ring, and the Pink Kitten reaches her corner in vain! Bobcat McGavin turns and sees the fight on the outside, and begins admonishing them to break it up, but while he's doing that Lady Erica Whitmore slides a chair into the ring, and Sadako Momotani grabs it! The Pink Kitten wearily turns around from her corner to face Sadako Momotani, and Sadako Momotani just BASHES HER FACE IN!! The Pink Kitten goes down hard, and Sadako Momotani drops the chair and kicks it out of the ring. But then Lady Erica Whitmore pulls out something else, and she reaches forward to hand it to Sadako Momotani! It's a staple gun! It's not even an office stapler like the one she used last time; it's a heavy-duty staple gun, the sort used in construction!
Sadako Momotani raises the staple gun high in the air, then kneels in front of the Pink Kitten and spreads her legs apart. The crowd's booing, and Stacey Lockman's down on the floor now, beaten senseless by Komachi, who's arguing with Bobcat McGavin. Sadako Momotani begins to lower the staple gun towards the Pink Kitten's groin... but someone's coming out of the backstage entrance! It's MELISSA DELARMEGGIO!! Melissa DelArmeggio runs down the aisle and slides into the ring, then grabs Sadako Momotani from behind, pulls her up, and whirls her around! Sadako Momotani is stunned, and Melissa DelArmeggio gives her a kick to the midsection, then grabs her by the throat and FLINGS HER DOWN with a CHOKESLAM!!
The crowd cheers, and Melissa DelArmeggio grabs the staple gun and slips out of the ring with it! The Pink Kitten finally begins to get up, but Komachi sees what has happened now and stops arguing with Bobcat McGavin to climb back into the ring! The Pink Kitten groggily pulls herself back to her feet, but Komachi's measuring her, and she lashes out with a URAKEN!! But the Pink Kitten ducks! Komachi's swing misses, and the Pink Kitten sends her staggering into the ropes with a high kick, then leaps up and knocks her out to the floor with a dropkick! Meanwhile, Lady Erica Whitmore is yelling at Melissa DelArmeggio, taking exception with her interference, and Sadako Momotani's getting back up! Sadako Momotani grabs the Pink Kitten as she stands from the dropkick, lifts her, and brings her down with a belly-to-back suplex!!
Sadako Momotani gets up and points to the Pink Kitten and draws a thumb across her throat, but on the outside Lady Erica Whitmore just tried to grab the staple gun away from Melissa DelArmeggio! That proves to be a bad idea, and Melissa DelArmeggio quickly overpowers her, then forces her back against the apron and begins raising the staple gun to her face! Lady Erica Whitmore is nearly in tears as Melissa DelArmeggio threatens to staple her face, but Sadako Momotani sees what's going on now, and she reaches out over the apron to grab Melissa DelArmeggio by the hair, pulling her off of Lady Erica Whitmore! But when she does, Melissa DelArmeggio swings the staple gun up and hits her in the face with it! She didn't staple her, but that thing's still a heavy chunk of metal! Bobcat McGavin was checking on the Pink Kitten, so he didn't see it! Sadako Momotani staggers back, and the Pink Kitten hooks her from behind and rolls her up! Bobcat McGavin sees that, goes down to count, and gets three! The Pink Kitten wins!!
The
Pink Kitten and Stacey Lockman defeated Sadako Momotani and
Komachi when Kitten pinned Momotani after a roll-up in 0:10:06.
Rating: ** 1/4
Sadako Momotani rolls out of the ring, clutching her head, and joins Lady Erica Whitmore in retreating up the ramp. Komachi seems furious as she gets up, but when she takes stock of the situation she seems to decide quickly that retreating is probably the best idea today, and joins Sadako Momotani in her withdrawl. On the outside of the ring, Stacey Lockman gets up and climbs into the ring, then gives a weary hug to the Pink Kitten in the middle of the ring! But then Melissa DelArmeggio steps in, and both of them stop and watch her warily. Melissa DelArmeggio spreads her arms wide, wanting to hug the Pink Kitten also!
The Pink Kitten looks around at the crowd, and most of them are booing. The Pink Kitten frowns and says something to Melissa DelArmeggio, and Melissa DelArmeggio says something back to her, then steps forward and hugs her anyway! After a long hesitation, the Pink Kitten reluctantly returns the hug. When they seperate, Melissa DelArmeggio places a hand on the Pink Kitten's shoulder and says something to her, then slowly begins walking away as the Pink Kitten stares after her, looking torn and confused.
As the situation around ringside winds down, we're going to take a look at the Unholy Alliance, moments before a big six-man tag team match against the Ontario Colour Show and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor! Let's take a look at that!
Backstage...
Derek Cole, "Superstar" Sean Black, Jasmina Chastity, Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, and Lance Errington are all gathered in the usual elaborately catered Unholy Alliance dressing room. The latter three are dressed to wrestle, and Rob Solomon has a bottle of champagne in his hand, which he's drinking directly from as the others talk.
D. Cole: Think Melissa'll be joining us at ringside?
L. Errington: Probably not. She can hang out here with the Superstar.
Sean Black laughs.
S. Black: Oh, good. Just what I wanted. You know she hates me, right?
J. Idol: I don't get it. Why's she sticking her neck out to save Yuri, but not coming out with us?
L. Errington: She has really strong principles. And, you know, I kinda admire her for it. All the same, I know how the Unholy Alliance handles things sometimes, and I'd hate for her to get an attack of principles out there if one of you guys decides that, say, Owen Addison needs a chair upside the head. Trust me, it's best this way.
D. Cole: So... why's she here again? She and Gabriel both got the week off after last week's big ladder match, and I don't blame her after the abuse she took, but... why'd she even come to the arena? Just to watch Yuri's back?
L. Errington: Well, partially. She also wanted to be with me, you know. In fact... do you guys think you could get lost after the match? We're sorta looking forward to a little private time in the VIP dressing room, if that's all right with you.
R. Solomon: No sweat. I'll hit the bars, Jasmina can read a book while Jake jerks off to an ancient tape of two old fossils putting each other in headlocks, and the Superstar never has trouble keeping himself busy all night.
Sean Black laughs.
S. Black: Damn straight.
Jacob Idol glares at Rob Solomon.
J. Idol: Yeah, you keep making fun of me, and I'll keep carrying your drunk ass to victories.
Rob Solomon grins as Jacob Idol punches him in the arm.
R. Solomon: Hey, lay off. I've only had a third of the bottle. And I'll have you know that when we did drug tests a few days ago, I came up clean as a whistle.
J. Idol: Good. I'd hate to have to replace you if you got fired.
R. Solomon: Oh, sure, YOU say it's good. I say my dealer better have a damn good explanation for that.
Rob Solomon takes a swig of the bottle, then looks over at Lance Errington.
R. Solomon: So yeah, you got your private time. The Alliance is done here after this match anyway. ... Why, what've you got planned, you sly dog?
J. Idol: Melissa says she never let Troy nail her, or Falcon or Desmond or any of those guys. According to her, she's a virgin. You guys... thinking of changing that any time soon?
Lance Errington smiles and looks away.
L. Errington: All I can say is that I'm prepared to give my fair lady whatever she may desire.
Rob Solomon laughs while drinking, choking on his champagne.
R. Solomon: You're full of shit, Lance. Let's hit the ring.
S. Black: About time one of you remembered the match. Just because Gabriel's not here don't mean you can go fucking off. Not on my watch, got it!?
J. Idol: Yes, sir. Believe me, we won't let you down.
R. Solomon: You're full of shit too. Let's go.
Rob Solomon, Jacob Idol, and Lance Errington leave the room, followed by Derek Cole and Jasmina Chastity, and Sean Black laughs to himself.
S. Black: Kids these days.
The camera fades out as Sean Black leans back on a sofa, looks at his gold wristwatch, and puts his feet up on the catering table.
Back at the ring, we're looking forward to a great six-man tag team match! "Achilles Last Stand" by Led Zeppelin begins playing, and the crowd cheers as the VCW World Tag Team Champions, Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, the Ontario Colour Show, and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor come out of the backstage entrance! They make their way to the ring and climb inside, and Russel Taylor starts playing to the crowd, trying to get them fired up for the match, as the Ontario Colour Show remove their title belts and hand them to the timekeeper. They all know they're facing a big challenge in three members of the Unholy Alliance, but they're three of the best in VCW as well, and they certainly may be up for it.
Next, "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, and the VCW Intercontinental Champion Lance Errington come out of the backstage entrance and begin making their way to the ring. They all look pretty smug and sure of themselves, and Rob Solomon's even bringing his champagne with them, but they too must know that they're going to have a tough match ahead of them. Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon, in particular, have been hounding the Ontario Colour Show for the better part of their VCW careers, and they certainly know what they're in for. They enter the ring and group together to discuss some last-minute strategy, and Rob Solomon hands his champagne bottle off to Derek Cole as Jerry Rogers comes in as well and calls for the bell to begin the match!
Ontario Colour Show & Russel "The Muscle" Taylor
vs.
Unholy Alliance (Jacob
Idol, Rob Solomon, & Lance Errington)
w/Derek Cole & Jasmina Chastity
Jacob Idol starts off the match against Owen Addison, and predictably goes for his right arm and shoulder. Owen Addison expects this line of attack, and he manages to stay out of serious trouble against Jacob Idol, thwarting his attempts to exploit his old injury. After getting nowhere against Owen Addison for a couple minutes, Jacob Idol tags out, and each member of both teams has a few chances to test themselves against the others, with neither team coming away with a clear advantage at first. Finally, however, a cheap shot by Rob Solomon on the somewhat naive Russel "The Muscle" Taylor turns the tide decisively enough that the Unholy Alliance is able to isolate Russel in their half of the ring and work him over.
The Unholy Alliance targets Russel "The Muscle" Taylor's washboard abdomen for several minutes, working him over with kneelifts, gutbusters, and Rob Solomon's infamous abdominal stretch, which is broken up when Jerry Rogers catches Idol and Errington holding his wrist for extra leverage. After that, Russel Taylor has a chance to make a comeback, but Rob Solomon cuts him off with a lariat, and the dominance continues for another few minutes. Shortly later, Lance Errington goes for the Swan Song on Russel Taylor, but Russel backdrops out of it! He collapses forward immediately after that, clutching his stomach from the effort, but he finds the strength to begin crawling to his corner! Lance Errington grabs him from behind, pulls him up, and prepares to give him a belly-to-back suplex, but Russel Taylor knocks him away with a back elbow, then lunges forward and tags Owen Addison!
Lance Errington tags in Jacob Idol, and the crowd cheers at the prospect of seeing Owen Addison get his hands on his rival! Owen Addison comes in and starts cleaning house, and a pier six brawl soon erupts in and around the ring. At one point, Russel Taylor and Lance Errington begin brawling on the outside, but Rob Solomon dives out onto them with a pescado bodypress! When they get up, Owen Addison follows suit and knocks all of them down with an elbow suicida! Not to be outdone, Jacob Idol leaps on to all of THEM when they get up with a moonsault bodyblock to the floor!! And then Paul Canyon goes to the top turnbuckle and wipes out everybody with a flying cross bodypress to the floor!
In the chaos of the brawl, Jacob Idol rolls back into the ring, apparently catching a breather. But then Derek Cole slips into the ring while Jerry Rogers is watching the brawl on the outside, holding Rob Solomon's bottle of champagne! He pours some of it on Jacob Idol's hair and forehead, then raises it up and smashes it on the mat next to Jacob Idol's head! Meanwhile, Lance Errington grabs Owen Addison and shoves him roughly into the ring, and Derek Cole starts yelling to Jerry Rogers, pointing at Jacob Idol with the broken glass scattered around his head, trying to tell him that Owen Addison just broke the bottle over Jacob Idol's head! Owen Addison stares around for a second, confused, then begins indignantly arguing with Jerry Rogers that he did no such thing! But while his back's turned, Jacob Idol pops up behind him, points to his brain with a grin, then grabs Owen Addison and pulls him back into the INVERTED DDT!! Damn it! He covers and gets three, and the Unholy Alliance just stole a victory!
The
Unholy Alliance (Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, and Lance Errington)
defeated The Ontario Colour Show and Russel Taylor when Idol
pinned Addison with the Inverted DDT in 0:16:20.
Rating: ***
Jacob Idol bails out of the ring, and Owen Addison slowly sits up, clutching the back of his head and cringing in pain. Paul Canyon and Russel Taylor enter the ring to help him to his feet, and he scowls at Jacob Idol as he realizes what just happened! The Unholy Alliance just won this match through treachery, they scored an ill-gotten victory over the VCW World Tag Team Champions, and now they're making off like thieves in the night! Paul Canyon and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor stand next to Owen Addison, trying to reassure him, but there's still a fierce anger burning in his eyes. Finally, he begins leaving backstage with his partners, and the ring is clear for the next match.
"Jeremy" by Pearl Jam begins playing next, and the crowd boos loudly as Jeremy Tellier comes out of the backstage entrance, but he's not dressed to wrestle! For some reason, he's wearing a suit instead of wrestling attire, looking like a child actor with a court date! He walks to the ring, scowling angrily at the fans, and grabs a microphone. In the past, he's had nothing to say but mean-spirited, cynical rhetoric, and it doesn't seem like that's due to change.
J. Tellier: All right, listen! Tonight... I'm supposed to face Johnny Smiles. But you know what? I don't WANT to face Johnny Smiles. Honestly, he's not worth my time, and he's a jinx on top of that. Everyone who gets in the ring with him gets dumbed down and reduced to his level. Arthur Justice, a promising young athlete with a great body... he got mixed up with Johnny Smiles, and it killed his career! Marty Jannetty, a talented veteran and tag team legend... now he's just the punchline to half a dozen jokes going around the VCW locker room! Everything Johnny Smiles touches turns to garbage, because he's a LOSER. Well, that WON'T be me!
Is he serious? Is he talking about the same Johnny Smiles who won the Big Fight and the Survival of the Fittest Tournament this year, who'll be facing Gabriel Black in an Iron Man Match at Deck the Halls? If anything, it's Jeremy Tellier who's not worth Johnny Smiles's time!
J. Tellier: In fact, Johnny Smiles is really nothing special. He's immature, untalented, and overrated; he's just an overgrown kid. I don't see what makes him ANY different from just anybody else.
Jeremy Tellier's a fine one to call anybody an overgrown kid, but that's neither here nor there. The crowd boos him, and begins heckling him with chants of "WHERE'S MY PAPER!?"
J. Tellier: Unfortunately, I have to be here tonight opposite Johnny Smiles, and nothing can change that. But since Johnny Smiles is an overrated piece of trash who's no better than any average Joe off the street, I went out and got some average Joe off the street. And no, don't misunderstand me, I didn't get THE Average Joe, even though he IS out on the street these days, because let's face it... he's not even up to Johnny's mediocre standards. Anybody who can't have a decent match with Hannibal is pretty much a lost cause.
Those comments go over the heads of at least eighty percent of the fans in attendance, but that doesn't stop them from booing loudly.
J. Tellier: So tonight, I'm here as a MANAGER, and I've found some random shmuck to put Johnny Smiles in his place! Ring announcer David Page, please introduce my newest talent!
VCW ring announcer David Page takes an index card from Jeremy Tellier, looks at it quizzically, and then looks to the backstage entrance as "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park starts playing.
D. Page: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing at this time, from the McDonalds five blocks north of the arena, with a full-service drive-thru window for your convenience, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds... "THE FRY COOK" LARRY BROWN!!
What the HELL!? An athletic-looking Caucasian man with a shaved head comes out of the backstage entrance, wearing a McDonalds employee uniform, carrying a brown takeout bag! The crowd boos loudly as he strides to the ring with a definite purpose, stomps up the ringsteps with authority, and steps into the ring! He hands the takeout bag to Jeremy Tellier and takes the microphone in return. He begins to yell at the crowd as Jeremy Tellier pulls out a Big Mac and begins eating it.
L. Brown: My name's Larry Brown! How can I TAKE YOUR ORDER TODAY, BITCH!?
The crowd boos loudly and begins a "YOU BOTH SUCK!" chant for them, and Larry Brown smirks.
L. Brown: Yeah, that's right! You think I'm just some chump!? Think again! I was trained in Ray Croc's infamous Dungeon, deep beneath the heart of Hamburger University! Johnny Smiles, get your ass out here, and I'll deep fry you like a damn Chicken McNugget!
Oh, great... this has to be the stupidest thing we've seen in a long time in VCW, and that's saying something. But now "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing, and the crowd cheers wildly as Johnny Smiles comes out of the backstage entrance and jogs to the ring, slapping hands with the fans in the aisles. Finally, he gets to the ring and grabs a microphone, then climbs inside and raises it.
J. Smiles: HEEEEEEERRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!
The crowd sings along and cheers, and Johnny Smiles looks Larry Brown up and down in disbelief.
J. Smiles: Now, do you mean to tell me that in between back-to-back pay-per-view matches with Gabriel Black, I'm expected to face some no-name goofball called "The Fry Cook" Larry Brown?
L. Brown: Yeah! You're damn right!
J. Smiles: Oh, okay. Fair enough, then. Just making sure.
Johnny Smiles sets aside the microphone and steps back, putting his fists up and loosening up to fight as Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!
"The Fry Cook"
Larry Brown
w/Jeremy Tellier
vs.
Johnny Smiles
Larry Brown charges Johnny Smiles, flailing his arms wildly, but Johnny Smiles grabs him coming in and stuns him with an inverted atomic drop, then quickly puts him in place with a burst of energetic offense! After whipping Larry Brown to a corner of the ring, hitting him with two running dropkicks, and getting a two count from a jackknife pinning hold, Johnny Smiles backs into the ropes to continue the assault, but Jeremy Tellier reaches into the ring and trips him! Johnny Smiles falls to his hands and knees, and Larry Brown assaults him with a clubbing double axhandle to the back! He clobbers Johnny Smiles down, then looks around at the crowd and starts pumping his fist in the air and chanting "MICKEY D'S!! MICKEY D'S!!", trying to get the crowd into it. Not surprisingly, nobody joins in.
Larry Brown begins working Johnny Smiles over with a series of poorly-executed basic moves, then turns to a nearby camera and says "I'm gonna give him the McRibbreaker!" just before he picks him up and brings him down chest-first across a knee! Johnny Smiles curls up on the mat, and Larry Brown covers, but Brendan Powers only counts two! Larry Brown yells "C'MON, REF, THAT WAS THREE!!" but it clearly wasn't, and Brendan Powers's count stands. Larry Brown scowls angrily, then backs into a corner, stomping the mat rhythmically like Shawn Michaels as he warms up for a superkick! But Johnny Smiles uses this move often himself, and he has no problem seeing it coming, and he catches his foot coming in, spins him around by it, grabs him on his shoulders, and plants him with the SMILEDRIVER!! So much for "The Fry Cook" Larry Brown! Johnny Smiles covers him, and gets the three-count!
Johnny
Smiles pinned Larry Brown with the Smiledriver in 0:02:45.
Rating: 1/2*
The crowd cheers, and Johnny Smiles gets up, raises his hands in victory, then grabs Larry Brown and tosses him out of the ring! Jeremy Tellier goes over to him on the outside and begins yelling at him, getting in his face about losing the match, then starts putting the boots to him! Larry Brown gets up and begins fleeing the wrath of Jeremy Tellier, running up the ramp while Jeremy Tellier runs after him, punching him in the back repeatedly as he goes! At least those two jokers are gone now... but instead of leaving, Johnny Smiles grabs a microphone!
J. Smiles: Now that we've got THAT out of the way... I actually have a few important things on my mind. In a little under two weeks, I have a sixty-minute Iron Man match against Gabriel Black. The same Gabriel Black who's telling everybody that he's the greatest professional wrestler of all time... and you know what? He probably is. That means I've got a tough match ahead of me, but it ALSO means that this is a BIG chance for me.
See, here's the way I see it. The winner of the Big Fight's supposed to get a VCW World Title shot on pay-per-view. I WON the Big Fight, by eliminating the guy who's currently champion, no less, and I didn't get any title shot. But whatever. The winner of the Survival of the Fittest Tournament's supposed to get a title shot at Wrestlewar--the biggest event of the year--and I won THAT too! Still no title shot. But hey, that's how it goes. But now I'm going to Deck the Halls, and if you ask me... if I can not just survive for sixty minutes, but if I can actually BEAT Gabriel Black, the greatest professional wrestler of all time... then that makes a pretty good case for me going to Wrestlewar as the number-one contender, wouldn't you say?
The crowd gives a thunderous response of cheers as affirmation, and Johnny Smiles seems a little bit surprised at first by the strength of the reaction. He looks around and gives them a weak, almost nervous smile.
J. Smiles: You know, in a way, I have a hard time believing what I'm doing. There's a part of me saying that even if I do somehow beat Gabriel by some miracle, I'll just get killed in the Wrestlewar main event. I'll just be the embarrassment to the main event that some people say I'll be. But I have to thank all of YOU... because seeing the way you all believe in me, I can't HELP but believe in me! You've been behind me all this time, and waiting for this for so long... and this could be our only chance, so I know I've gotta make this one count. And no matter what the odds, no matter what's at stake, I'm gonna go to Deck the Halls, kick Gabriel Black's ass all the way back to Arizona for one solid hour, and then go to Wrestlewar and become the VCW WORLD CHAMPION!!
The crowd cheers loudly enough to shake the rafters, and then "Takin' Care of Business" by Bachman-Turner Overdrive begins playing! The crowd gives a mixed reaction of apprehension and anticipation as VCW Commissioner James Applebee comes out of the backstage entrance, carrying a clipboard! He walks to the ring, grabs a microphone, and steps inside to address Johnny Smiles!
J. Applebee: So, without consulting me, you seem to be taking it as a given that if you beat Gabriel Black at Deck the Halls, you're going to get the VCW World Title shot at Wrestlewar. Am I understanding you correctly here?
The crowd boos, and Johnny Smiles hesitates a little bit before nodding. It looks like he didn't clear this with the boss...
J. Applebee: Well, Johnny, I'll tell you this up front... you're damn right! I'll make it official RIGHT here and now! After the way Gabriel screwed you out of the title shot in the first place, it's only poetic justice; if you beat him at Deck the Halls, then it doesn't matter WHAT happens, if Bruno freaking Sammartino comes out of retirement just to sign a VCW contract, looking for a shot at the title... you are LOCKED IN to a guaranteed match with the VCW World Champion, no matter who that is, at Wrestlewar!!
The crowd explodes into cheers, and James Applebee nods, then paces around in the ring.
J. Applebee: Now you're probably wondering who your opponent will be, should you indeed be victorious against Gabriel Black. And I can't make any guarantees, because the title could change hands at any time. But if I was a betting man, I'd bet on it being one of two people. One of those people is the reigning VCW World Champion at this time, Crimson.
The crowd boos for the mention of Crimson's name.
J. Applebee: But two weeks ago, we saw something very significant when Crimson tapped out to the California Crossface, albeit behind the referee's back. Crimson claims he was just playing mind games, trying to trick Ken Collins, because he'd never give up. But I know a good way to find out if that's true. And that's why the other person you might face at Wrestlewar is your buddy, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins... because at Deck the Halls, he's got a shot at Crimson, one-on-one, with the VCW World Title on the line, in a SUBMISSION MATCH!!
The crowd cheers wildly! "The California Crippler" Ken Collins will challenge Crimson for the VCW World Title in a Submission Match! What a main event that'll be! Johnny Smiles nods, then raises the microphone.
J. Smiles: You know... I wouldn't mind a chance to finally win one against Crimson, but I have to admit... nothing would make me happier than challenging my best friend, Ken Collins, for the VCW World Title at Wrestlewar in a classic match. And I really want to thank you so much for giving me--
James Applebee raises a finger to interrupt Johnny Smiles!
J. Applebee: Hey, let's get one thing straight. I'm not GIVING you anything. Johnny, if you want the Wrestlewar main event, with the VCW World Title on the line, then you HAVE to beat Gabriel Black in this Iron Man Match. You understand that? You talked about this being your last chance? It IS your last chance. There's no other pay-per-views between now and Wrestlewar. No more opportunities for redemption. If you DON'T win at Deck the Halls, then you don't go to Wrestlewar; I'll come up with a new top contender, and that's FINAL. Do I make myself perfectly clear?
J. Smiles: Crystal clear. Put me in, Coach... I'm ready to play.
J. Applebee: Glad to hear it. Just remember, this is Gabriel Black, not a paper boy or a fry cook or a guy in a skeleton suit. So you'd better come with your working shoes on, and be ready to FIGHT. In this business, when you get right down to it, the World Title and the Wrestlewar main event are EVERYTHING. A lot of our wrestlers dedicate their LIVES for the chance that they might make it that far someday. Remember that, Johnny... for one solid hour against Gabriel Black, at Deck the Halls, perhaps in more ways than one... you'll have to FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE.
"Takin' Care of Business" by Bachman-Turner Overdrive begins playing, and as James Applebee leaves the ring, Johnny Smiles grins and goes up to one of the second turnbuckles to pose for the crowd. But when he steps down, his smile lessens a little bit and he takes in a deep breath. What an opportunity... but at the same time, what an immense amount of pressure! Johnny Smiles has one shot, and only one, to recapture what some say is his rightful place in the Wrestlewar main event, but to do it he has to defeat Gabriel Black in an Iron Man Match! Let's face it, with Gabriel Black's evil intentions that's a match he'll be lucky to make it out of without a severe injury, let alone win! How in the world can he possibly pull it off?
We're going to take a look backstage before we proceed with the show, where we'll see Melissa DelArmeggio and Lance Errington in the now-vacated Unholy Alliance VIP dressing room! Let's take a look at that now!
Backstage...
Lance Errington and Melissa DelArmeggio are sitting backstage in the VIP dressing room. The catering table appears to have had some of the best stuff taken off of it by now, but that doesn't seem to concern them as they sit on a leather sofa, snuggled together.
L. Errington: You know, it was really touching the way you went out there to protect Yuri. I think you'll win her over yet.
M. DelArmeggio: I hope so. She's really a nice person. I hate to see her used by people who don't have her best interests at heart.
L. Errington: The future's looking really bright, you know? Yuri will come around, we'll finally stop Troy from causing any more pain, and everything will be all right. I really believe that. We can really have it all... money, prestige, our wonderful careers, our friends supporting us... and each other.
M. DelArmeggio: I really hope so. I mean... I've had my hopes up before, but I hope this is different.
L. Errington: I believe it is. ... You know something? I don't know if I've ever told anyone this, but over the summer I was having a pretty rough time. I'd lost my faith in humanity, including myself. Especially myself. But I saw you, and... something slowly changed in me. I saw the way you stood against Amy and the Black Plague, never backing down, never compromising your values, and... it touched me. The strength and nobility you showed convinced me that there was plenty of good in the world, and even in myself, if I'd only look for it. What I'm saying is... you inspired me, Melissa. More than that... you SAVED me.
Melissa DelArmeggio stares at Lance Errington, wide-eyed and fascinated.
M. DelArmeggio: Really?
L. Errington: Really. To be perfectly honest, I owe you my life. And there's not a day that goes by when I'm not grateful that I can be close to you and share your strength. ... I just hate it so much that Troy has caused you so much pain, that you've endured so much abuse, completely undeserved, and--
Melissa DelArmeggio puts a finger to Lance Errington's lips.
M. DelArmeggio: Don't worry about Troy now. When the time comes, we'll have to do what we have to do to remove him and keep him from hurting other people like he hurt me. It won't be fun or pleasant, but it has to be done. But let's not worry about it now. We have this moment, right now, and we have each other. For now, let's let that be enough. All right?
L. Errington: All right.
Lance Errington pulls Melissa DelArmeggio close and kisses her, then eases her back so she's on her back on the sofa as their make-out session continues. After a few more seconds, he unbuttons her blue jeans and slides his hand down the front of them. Melissa pulls away sharply and looks up at him in surprise.
M. DelArmeggio: Lance... what are you--
L. Errington: Don't worry. I just want you to enjoy yourself. You don't have to do anything you don't want to.
After hesitating, Melissa DelArmeggio relaxes somewhat and allows Lance Errington to ease his hand down the front of her jeans again as she resumes kissing him. But after another few seconds, the door to the room opens suddenly, and Desmond steps in, with an unfocused, deceptively benign grin on his face. Lance Errington and Melissa DelArmeggio quickly pull apart and turn to look at him, and Desmond gives them a good natured smile and bow.
Desmond: How do you do?
M. DelArmeggio: Desmond!? What--
L. Errington: Hey. What gives you the right to come barging in here like this?
Desmond: I just came to see Melissa again. That's all. I mean, after we parted so tragically at Blood and Thunder, I'd say we have a lot of catching up to do, you know?
L. Errington: What are you talking about!?
M. DelArmeggio: Desmond, this isn't a good time. If you need to talk about what happened at Blood and Thunder, I... I'd be happy to, just a little bit later.
Desmond: That won't be possible. I took "no" for an answer at Blood and Thunder, and we saw where that got me. Now I know what I want... and I'm here to get it.
M. DelArmeggio: What's... that supposed to mean?
Desmond: I lost you once, you know. But now I've found you again, and no force on Heaven or Earth will pull us apart this time. I'll make CERTAIN of it.
Lance Errington angrily steps between Melissa DelArmeggio and Desmond.
L. Errington: Listen, you crazy freak, if you think for one miserable second that you can just barge in here, sling her over your shoulder, and carry her off like some kind of caveman, you're making a huge mistake. I've seen you since you came back. You're a maniac. You're sick. You're a menace to everyone around you.
Desmond just smiles shyly.
Desmond: Well, I try, anyway. But you're missing my point. No force, Heaven or Earth. You're a force on Earth. That means not you either. Please... go away now.
M. DelArmeggio: No, Desmond... come on. What happened to you WAS terrible, but... calm down. Things can be set right again.
Desmond: Of course, and I'm going to set them right. And one of the things that needs setting right is us. We've been apart for too long already. Come here.
L. Errington: I think we've heard about enough of this. You came into the wrong dressing room, asshole.
Lance Errington steps forward and blasts Desmond with a big right hand, but Desmond doesn't even flinch. Lance Errington stares at his hand like it's defective.
Desmond: That wasn't kind of you.
Lance Errington panicks, grabs a bottle of champagne, and breaks it over Desmond's head in a spray of champagne and broken glass as Melissa DelArmeggio screams. Desmond just goes down to one knee, then gets back up. This time, there's a hint of madness to his earnest grin.
Desmond: Do that again, and I'll rip out your eyeballs and floss my teeth with your optical nerves.
L. Errington: Oh my God...
Lance Errington backs off in stark terror of Desmond this time, and begins edging for the door.
Desmond: Ready to leave us alone now?
M. DelArmeggio: Oh God... Lance, you're not going to leave me here with him, are you!?
L. Errington: I... I... maybe the others are still in the building! Hang in there, Melissa, I'm going to look for them!
Lance Errington runs out of the room, and Melissa DelArmeggio stares after him in horror.
M. DelArmeggio: No, Lance! Don't leave me alone with him! He's going to... no, wait!! Come back!!
Melissa DelArmeggio tries to run past Desmond and escape as well, but Desmond grabs her and pushes her back against the wall.
Desmond: Now where are you going? I really think you've been very rude to me. I'll forgive you, of course, but all the same I wish you'd be more civil.
M. DelArmeggio: Desmond... what do you want from me?
Desmond smiles and runs a hand through Melissa DelArmeggio's hair.
Desmond: Simple enough. I wanted to look at your beautiful face again... to bask in the warmth of your radiant personality... to FINALLY SEE THOSE BIG FUCKING TITS OF YOURS!!
With a primal shout, Desmond rips Melissa DelArmeggio's T-shirt open in front, exposing her white bra. She screams in terror and cowers in the corner. Desmond grins sheepishly.
Desmond: Oh, my. My apologies. I get like that sometimes, you know. Still, I must say... that's a lovely chest you have there.
M. DelArmeggio: Please... leave me alone...
Behind them, Troy Black rushes in through the door and begins approaching Desmond from behind.
T. Black: Take your hands off of her.
At the sound of Troy Black's voice, Desmond looks up like a ferocious animal and whirls around to face him.
Desmond: YOU. You RUINED MY LIFE, YOU SELFISH, MANIPULATIVE SON OF A BITCH!
T. Black: You're right. I did, and I can't change that now. But if you don't leave Melissa alone right now, I'll END your life.
Desmond: Oh, certainly. Melissa can WAIT. But I can't wait to make you PAY for what you did.
T. Black: I'm right here. You don't need to wait any longer.
M. DelArmeggio: Oh, God, Troy... look out!
Desmond rushes at Troy Black with a fierce snarl, but Troy Black blocks a punch, kicks him in the midsection, then grabs him by the hair and takes him head-first into the wall near the door. Desmond stumbles out of the door, and Troy Black follows him, as Melissa DelArmeggio stares after them in shock.
The camera view shifts to a scene in the hallway, and Troy Black continues to punch Desmond, but Desmond grabs him and doubles him over with a knee to the midsection, then presses him high over his head and drops him onto a wheeled cart that has a rack that is meant for folding chairs, but is currently empty. Troy Black lands on the cart slumped over the rack, and Desmond grabs the cart and pushes it down the hall at a brisk run, picking up speed until he willfully crashes it into a cinderblock wall when the hallway makes a ninety-degree turn! Troy Black smacks into the wall and tumbles to the floor, and Desmond grins, then grabs him by the hair.
Troy Black cuts Desmond off with an elbow to the midsection, but it barely fazes him and he pulls Troy Black up and sends him staggering back with a headbutt! Troy Black tumbles backwards and falls down further down the hall, and Desmond stalks after him as he pulls himself up. Troy Black gets up and grabs a trashcan from the hallway floor, then bashes Desmond over the head with it, but Desmond doesn't even flinch, and he retaliates with a huge forearm that sends Troy Black staggering back and nearly causes him to fall over! Desmond continues advancing on Troy Black, and he grabs him by the hair, knees him in the midsection, and then drags him over to the entrance curtain and throws him through it! The camera cuts away from the backstage scene...
... and we're back to the arena as Troy Black tumbles out of the backstage entrance and onto the ramp! Desmond follows him out, a crazed look of satisfaction on his face, then scoops Troy Black up and BODYSLAMS HIM AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP!! The crowd boos, and Desmond stands over Troy Black's writhing body and laughs. But then he just hauls him right back up, and scoops him over his shoulder! With Troy Black over his shoulder, aimed like a javelin or torpedo, Desmond takes a running start down the ramp, building up quite a lot of speed as he rushes towards the ring... but shortly before he gets there, Troy Black slides out behind him and shoves him forward! Desmond rushes chest-first into the ring apron, turns around, and staggers towards Troy Black, and Troy Black nails him with a THROAT JAB! Desmond falls back and slumps on the apron, and Troy Black grabs him and rolls him inside the ring!
Desmond starts getting up on the inside of the ring, and Troy Black steps up to the apron, leaps to the top rope, and springs off to hit Desmond with a SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!! But the big man just staggers back a few steps, and he doesn't even go down! Troy Black gets up and stares in surprise at Desmond, but it's just in time for him to get FLOORED with a huge running clothesline! Troy Black goes down, and Harold Brusco enters the ring and... calls for the bell? What? Has an impromptu match just been made!?
Troy Black
vs.
Desmond
Troy Black starts to get up, but Desmond pulls him forward into another kneelift, then grabs him and whips him into a corner! Troy Black crashes back-first into the turnbuckles, and Desmond charges in at him, but Troy Black gets a foot up to kick him in the face! Desmond staggers back one step, but is barely even fazed, and he comes in, undaunted, with a big right hand! Troy Black ducks the punch, grabs Desmond's legs, and pulls him down with a double-leg takedown, then keeps a hold on the right leg and drops an elbow across the knee! But Desmond barely even registers the pain, and he reaches down, grabs Troy Black by the hair, and claws him across the face with his other hand!
The crowd boos, and Desmond gets right back up to his feet, showing little if any sign of injury. Troy Black also gets up, clutching his face, and Desmond kicks him in the midsection, lifts him up in a Gorilla Press, then drops him down throat-frist on the top rope! Troy Black lands on his feet and staggers back, clutching his throat, but Desmond backs into the opposite ropes and comes off to FLATTEN him with a clothesline to the back of the neck! Troy Black falls face-down to the canvas, and Desmond stops, measures him, and takes a savage glee in dropping a huge leg across the back of his neck! And then he gets up, takes his position, and does it again!
Desmond gets up again and pulls Troy Black up, and Troy Black retaliates with several punches to the ribs, but Desmond just ignores them and knees him in the midsection again, then hooks him in a front chancery! He lifts him for a vertical suplex, but Troy Black slips out behind him, lands on his feet, and grabs a waistlock, then pushes Desmond forward into the ropes and rolls him back into a rolling reverse cradle! He holds on for the cover, but Desmond kicks out at two! They pop up, and Desmond grabs Troy Black and whips him into the ropes, then goes for a clothesline when he comes off! But Troy Black ducks under it, runs to the ropes on the other side, and comes off with a LEAPING CLOTHESLINE!! He catches Desmond, and Desmond teeters back and falls down with a crash!
But Desmond gets right back to his feet again, unfazed by that move! Troy Black kicks him in the midsection, briefly stunning him, then puts a leg over his head for a Rocker Dropper, but Desmond counters that with a backdrop! Troy Black flips back and lands on his feet, but Desmond grabs him by the throat with both hands, lifts him into the air, and SPLATTERS HIM ON THE MAT with a DOUBLE CHOKE BOMB!! The crowd boos loudly, and a childlike grin crosses the exposed half of Desmond's face as he looks at Troy Black's fallen carcass! He just shook every fiber in his body with that punishing move, and even knowing just how tough Troy Black is, he might have a shot at winning if he covered now!
But instead of covering Troy Black, Desmond stands over him and admires his handiwork for a few seconds, then pulls him up and throws him into a corner. He chokes him in the corner, earning a count from Harold Brusco, and breaks just before five to start throwing kneelifts into Troy Black's midsection. Harold Brusco admonishes him for that too, so Desmond whips Troy Black into the opposite corner, where he hits the turnbuckles back-first and slumps against them! Desmond rushes in after him and crushes him in the corner with a big avalanche, and when Troy Black staggers out Desmond casually scoops him up with a rear gutwrench and brings him down across a knee with a side backbreaker!!
Once again, Desmond pauses to stare in satisfaction as Troy Black writhes in pain, then steps down on his throat! Troy Black kicks and squirms, and Harold Brusco admonishes him for the blatant choke, and once again Desmond breaks at four! Troy Black starts to get up, clutching his throat, and Desmond roughly hauls him up by the shirt and carelessly flings him into the ropes! Troy Black hits the ropes and slumps against the top rope, and Desmond charges wildly and nails him with a YAKUZA KICK!! That sends Troy Black spilling over the top rope to a heap on the floor, and the crowd's boos are mixed with gasps of astonishment at the abuse he's taking!
Desmond calmly paces around the ring for a few seconds before stepping out to face Troy Black on the floor. Troy Black starts to get up, and Desmond grabs him by the hair, then rams him head-first into the apron! Troy Black starts to collapse back down, but Desmond holds him up on his feet, pulls him into position, and whips him towards the guardrail! Somehow, Troy Black finds the strength and presence of mind to reverse the Irish whip, and Desmond crashes into the guardrail and slumps against it! Troy Black charges him desperately, but Desmond lowers his head and BACKDROPS HIM INTO THE CROWD!! Troy Black lands in the first row, on top of a few fans!!
Troy Black gets to his feet, helped out by the fans, all of whom are just as pleased to have him off of their laps, though one pale, heavyset young woman in a long black dress with black lipstick takes the opportunity to liberally feel him up. But soon Troy Black is snatched away from her grasp as Desmond pulls him into a front chancery and suplexes him back to ringside! Troy Black lands on the thinly-padded protective mats covering the concrete floor, and Desmond grins again as he writhes on the floor! Desmond is DESTROYING Troy Black and loving every minute of it!
Leaving Troy Black for a moment, Desmond goes over and pulls up the protective mats nearby, exposing bare concrete, then drags Troy Black over to them! Surprisingly, he actually remembers to roll into the ring and break Harold Brusco's count, though he ignores the warnings not to do anything on the exposed concrete as he prepares to pull Troy Black up! Desperately, Troy Black strikes out with a low blow, then hooks Desmond and brings him down with a DOUBLE ARM DDT ON THE CONCRETE!! That'll do it! That'll turn this match around in a hurry! Troy Black slumps down wearily to the floor, and both men are down!
After several seconds, Troy Black pulls himself into the ring and stands up inside, but somehow Desmond has gotten to his feet by that time as well, and he doesn't even seem particularly hurt!! In fact, he grabs Troy Black by the ankle while he's still facing away, trips him, and pulls him out under the bottom rope! Troy Black has time to stare at Desmond with a split second of genuine shock and frightened disbelief, and then Desmond shoves him up against the apron and knees him repeatedly in the midsection! Troy Black doubles over, and Desmond pulls him into a standing headscissors. Oh, no... he wouldn't! He... PILEDRIVER ON THE CONCRETE!! That may have done it! The Unholy Alliance may not have to worry about taking Troy Black out anymore, because Desmond may have just ended his career with that hideous move!!
Desmond stares down at Troy Black with a wide-eyed grin again, and when the camera looks down at him Troy Black's busted wide open, lying in a pool of his own blood on the floor. It was no secret that Desmond had been driven to extremes by the pain and torment he's suffered, but what we're seeing now is something that's just inhuman!! Finally, after admiring his handiwork for a few more seconds, Desmond snaps out of his trance, rolls Troy Black into the ring, and climbs in after him. But instead of going for the cover, once again he looks around at the crowd... and pulls Troy Black up!? He's STILL not done with him!? This is enough, and Harold Brusco oughtta be stopping this match right now!
Troy Black is bleeding PROFUSELY from the top of the head, and he's completely limp as Desmond pulls him up into a standing headscissors. Desmond actually has to hold him up in position, because he's dead weight at this point, perhaps nearly in a literal sense! Still, Desmond powers him up, then DRIVES him down to the canvas with an earth-shaking POWER BOMB!! Troy Black is beyond beaten at this point; he's physically DESTROYED!! Desmond turns around to the loudly booing crowd, once again grinning... AND TROY BLACK SITS UP!!
The crowd cheers with excitement and disbelief, and Desmond turns around with some shock as Troy Black gets to his feet! Blood is running out of his scalp, down the back of his neck and trickling over his face, but like an avenging spirit he's up and ready to make Desmond pay! Desmond takes a swing at him, and Troy Black ducks it, then nails Desmond with a throat jab! Desmond staggers back into the ropes, clutching his throat, then starts to come forward again, and Troy Black gives him a second throat jab! Desmond staggers back and drops to one knee, coughing and gagging, but then he gets up again, and Troy Black lashes out with a third... no, Desmond catches his fist! Desmond pulls Troy Black forward and grabs his head for the OUTCAST, but Troy Black pushes him away! Desmond turns around... KICK TO THE MIDSECTION!! DOUBLE ARM DDT!! The crowd goes wild!!
Desmond's down, and Troy Black wastes no time in stepping out to the apron and going to the top turnbuckle! To protect his friend Brujah, to protect Melissa, and to protect himself, he knows now that he has to put this monster DOWN!! He raises a fist high in the air as he reaches the top, then leaps off onto Desmond with the BLACK DAGGER!! It connects, and Desmond convulses on the canvas! Troy Black hooks a leg, and Harold Brusco counts... and Desmond KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY AT TWO!!
The crowd is stunned into silence, and Troy Black's just staring in shock! Desmond's getting to his feet, seeming more or less unfazed by the Black Dagger!! Troy Black backs up for a moment, staring in awe, and then with a ruthless scream of desperation he charges and starts laying stiff right hands into Desmond's face! But Desmond absorbs them, just backing up a little bit, and he swings and FLOORS Troy Black with a wild right hand of his own! Troy Black gets up, and Desmond rushes with a clothesline, but Troy Black kicks him in the midsection, then hooks his arms again, and again drops him with the DOUBLE ARM DDT!!
The crowd cheers, and as Troy Black begins going up to the top turnbuckle again, it looks like he might have a second chance... no, Desmond's just getting right back up! Desmond gets right back to his feet like nothing happened and calmly walks over to the corner to meet Troy Black on the way up! He grabs his ankle and pulls down, and Troy Black falls crotch-first across the steel turnbuckle bolt! Desmond grins, then climbs up in the corner with him, gets to the top, and pulls him into a standing headscissors! What's he doing? NO!! TOP-ROPE PILEDRIVER!! Troy Black's head leaves a bloody spot on the canvas, and Desmond just ANNIHILATED him with that top-rope piledriver! Damn it!!
Desmond gets up with that grin on his face again, and the crowd's loudly booing and throwing some things into the ring now. Troy Black has been utterly destroyed, and the awe and hatred the crowd is feeling for this inhuman, demonic individual Desmond is palpable. Desmond pulls Troy Black's limp body off of the mat, grabs his head and turns into position, then brings him down with the OUTCAST!! Even then, Troy Black doesn't bounce or flop back from the impact; he just deflates like a puppet with its strings cut. Desmond casually rolls his motionless body over, then places a foot on his chest, and Harold Brusco goes down to count. After what Desmond has done, the three-count is academic.
Desmond
pinned Troy Black with the Outcast in 0:12:32.
Rating: ***
Despite Troy Black's determination and inner fury, he was physically dominated in this match, unable to hurt Desmond and in the end unable to withstand the brutality that Desmond inflicted on him. Desmond reaches down to cup Troy Black's face in his large hands, then actually smears Troy Black's copiously flowing blood over his hands, raises them up, and rubs Troy Black's blood into his own face with a maniacal, toothy grin! Desmond is literally bathing in his opponent's blood after the match!! His strength seems to be superhuman, but this disgusting, hideous glee he's taking in doing these horrible things is sick and inhuman!
When you look past all that, however, you're still left with the fact that Desmond just stepped into the ring with Troy Black, one of the greatest VCW performers of all time, and the match was less of a fight and more of a thirteen-minute mugging. The crowd is in shock, with a "HOLY SHIT!" chant mingling with the boos, and even some of the notoriously cynical VCW fans seem to be horrified and even a little frightened at what they've just seen.
But hold on! "Holding out for a Hero" by Bonnie Tyler suddenly kicks on, and the fans just go ELECTRIC!! Russel "The Muscle" Taylor steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing track shorts and sneakers instead of his wrestling attire by now, and he has a microphone in his hand! A look of brave, angry resolve is on his face as he stares down the ramp at Desmond...
R. Taylor: I can't believe what I've just seen! I can't BELIEVE it! Desmond... do you actually feel GOOD about what you've done here!? Did you take some kind of sick SATISFACTION in this!?
Desmond turns to Russel Taylor, his face now slathered with Troy Black's blood, still grinning.
R. Taylor: You know what? Troy Black's had his demons in the past. He hurt a LOT of people, and you're one of them. But he's trying to atone for his sins. He's trying to make it right where he can, and make sure it never happens again where he can't. And from all I've seen, he's sincere. You could have LEARNED from that. You could have tried to change and make your sins right too. But instead, you're sinking to new depths. He and Brujah may have wronged you, but if they sincerely want to turn their lives around, the only one who can judge them is All-Mighty God himself... NOT YOU!!
Russel Taylor's showing some unusual fire and zeal in this outburst! The crowd cheers loudly, but Desmond's still looking at him curiously, unaffected by his empassioned words! Russel Taylor's been hoping to reform Desmond and turn him back to the light ever since he returned, but by now it has to be clear that's not going to happen!
R. Taylor: This, and what you tried to do to Melissa earlier, whatever was on your mind... you can be grateful I hadn't heard about that earlier, or I would've been right beside Troy Black fighting to take you down!! But now I see what I have to do. I'm going to STOP you, Desmond! When I think about how far this has gone, it makes me sad. It makes me want to cry. I didn't want to hurt you, Desmond. But I can't allow this... this BRUTALITY to continue! At Deck the Halls, I'm going to face you myself, and then THIS ENDS!!
The crowd cheers loudly! Can even Russel Taylor stop Desmond's reign of terror? He scored a pinfall victory over the VCW World Champion, Crimson, so nothing's out of the question, but it's hard sometimes to believe that anything could stop this man! Desmond reaches for a microphone, smiling calmly.
Desmond: Calm down. I think you have the wrong idea. I'm not a sadist, or a monster. I was a little rough with Troy just now, and I'll probably get a little rough with Brujah too when I find him, but can you blame me? Really? I mean, who wouldn't do the same in my position?
R. Taylor: Anyone with any sanity or human decency, that's who! You--
Desmond: Hold on. Just calm down a little. I'm really not such a horrible person, you know. I'm a regular guy, just like you... just like everyone in the crowd! I'm a reasonable man. I'm just a man who knows what he wants out of life. To know that Troy Black will never disgrace a wrestling ring again... to cripple Brujah, physically and mentally, just like he tried to do to me... to have beautiful Melissa by my side, bearing my children, with me for every minute of every day for the rest of our lives... that's enough for me. Give me that, and I'll be happy the rest of my days, never bothering a soul. Unless I'm mistaken, I've already achieved a portion of my goal tonight.
Desmond nudges Troy Black's motionless body with his foot and grins again.
R. Taylor: I hope and pray that you haven't. And I'll tell you one other thing... you'll never get another chance. This evil will end NOW!
Russel Taylor throws aside the microphone and rushes to the ring, and slides inside! Desmond meets him with a swung right hand, but Russel Taylor blocks and retaliates with three big rights of his own, backing Desmond into the ropes! He whips Desmond to the other side, then grabs him as he comes off and brings him down with a POWERSLAM!! Desmond gets right back up, barely shaken, and begins trading blows with Russel Taylor, but now the H.A.R.P. Squad's out and they rush to the ring! There are a lot of them, over a dozen, and there'll need to be to keep this contained! Russel Taylor peacefully tries to back off, leaving them free to focus on Desmond, but it takes nearly every last man to wrestle him down and handcuff him... and just to be safe, they double-handcuff him by putting a second pair on after the first!
The H.A.R.P. Squad is hauling Desmond away in handcuffs, and it appears that once again his mild-mannered, easygoing nature has re-emerged; no doubt he's trying to reassure them that he means no harm. Russel Taylor kneels by Troy Black's side, and just now he's barely beginning to stir as several trainers come out for him. Thank God he's at least moving; after what he endured, he's fortunate indeed that his neck's not broken. And we've received word that a camera is backstage in the Unholy Alliance dressing room to get a reaction to this!
Backstage...
Lance Errington and Melissa DelArmeggio are huddled on the leather sofa in their dressing room, watching one of the monitors. Melissa DelArmeggio looks horrified, but Lance Errington's smiling to himself.
M. DelArmeggio: It... looks like Troy's going to be able to get up somehow. God, that was...
L. Errington: It was great. I never thought I'd be glad to see Troy Black, but wouldn't you know it? He was the first person I see in the hallway when I ran out to get help. He came in and got Desmond off of you, and Desmond just took him apart. Things couldn't have worked out better.
Melissa DelArmeggio turns to Lance Errington in shock.
M. DelArmeggio: I... I don't believe you. How can you say that!?
Lance Errington puts a hand on her shoulder.
L. Errington: I know Desmond traumatized you and tried to hurt you. I'm not saying I'm glad that happened or anything. But--
M. DelArmeggio: But when I needed you the most, you RAN out of the room!
L. Errington: I was going to get help! Come on, think about it! He was... I don't know, he must be on some kind of PCP or something, because he's a freak! He doesn't even feel pain! I couldn't get him off of you! ... And look, I got Troy in here, Troy drew his attention away, and Desmond beat him half to death out there. Look, we want to take Troy out anyway, right? Even if Desmond didn't finish the job for us, he sure made it a lot easier for us to finish it, wouldn't you say?
Melissa DelArmeggio looks down at the ground, then stares blankly ahead at the wall, with a look of profound sadness on her face.
M. DelArmeggio: But... Troy protected me. When I didn't have anybody else, when even you had abandoned me, he... he was still there for me.
L. Errington: I didn't abandon you, Melissa. I saw him in the hallway, and sent him to you.
M. DelArmeggio: Then... why didn't you come back with him? Why didn't you help him fight Desmond off?
Lance Errington hesitates, looking uncomfortable, and swallows visibly.
L. Errington: I... I... Melissa, there were still things that needed done. Someone needed to tell security what happened, someone needed to tell the Commissioner. I knew Troy would keep you safe. I knew everything would turn out fine. And it did.
M. DelArmeggio: But how could you know that, unless you knew Troy really did still care about me enough to put himself in such great danger?
Lance Errington sighs and puts his hand on Melissa's shoulder again.
L. Errington: He doesn't care about you. Not like I do. Melissa, I love you more than anyth--
Melissa DelArmeggio suddenly stands up, and her voice cracks as she speaks.
M. DelArmeggio: Don't touch me.
L. Errington: Hey... where are you going?
M. DelArmeggio: To be alone. I need some time to think.
Melissa DelArmeggio walks out of the room, and Lance Errington calls after her.
L. Errington: Don't do anything rash! Just... come talk to me, when you're ready! We can work this out!
Lance Errington stands up and stares after her for a moment, then frowns and kicks a leg of the table sharply.
L. Errington: Damn it.
The camera fades out on the backstage scene.
We're back, and we have a huge main event ahead of us! "Walk" by Pantera begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly! Here comes the VCW World Champion, Crimson, along with his tag team partner for the evening, David Wright Hubbard! Crimson's wearing the VCW World Title and staring ahead with a surly expression! He walks to the ring and climbs inside, and grabs a microphone. It's a little odd that the VCW World Champion would come to the ring first, but evidently he's done so because he wants to say something! David Wright Hubbard stands at his back as Crimson raises the microphone...
Crimson: A few minutes ago, I heard the same thing you did. They put me in a Submission Match with Ken Collins at Deck the Halls. They wanna see if he really can make me tap out, and this time the VCW World Title's on the line. The only way to win is to make your opponent tap. And I'm gonna say something that might surprise you: I don't think I'm gonna win this match.
What!? The crowd's stunned by that admission from Crimson! Could he really be doubting his abilities for the first time? Somehow, it doesn't seem that's the case, as a smile creeps onto his face.
Crimson: No, see... I think that match is going to a time limit draw. You got a sixty minute time limit on that match, and I'll tell you how it's gonna be. It's gonna be five minutes of me MURDERING that scrawny punk before he even gets a chance to give up, and fifty-five minutes of me sitting back, eating hot dogs, and looking over at his dead carcass.
The crowd boos loudly, and Crimson laughs to himself. He might have a point: he's not much of a submission wrestler, but it's easy to see him giving Ken Collins such a traumatic beating that he can't continue! Then what would happen? You'd have to think the referee would stop the match, unless the stipulations prevented that from happening!
Crimson: And after that, I tell you what... I've got an idea for Wrestlewar. The boss said Johnny Smiles gets the shot if he wins at Deck the Halls, but that ain't happening. No way in hell he wins that match. So I got a better idea. To tell the truth, I'm pretty sick of VCW by now anyway. You've got a bunch of doctors and skeletons and dragons and knights and shit running around, and everyone brings their damn girlfriend to the shows and gets pissed off when they get caught in the crossfire, and the whole thing's retarded. The only thing keeping me here is this title. It's MY title, and I'm gonna keep it FOREVER.
So I tell you what. At Wrestlewar, you take everybody who's left on the VCW roster, have them walk their little asses down the aisle, and send them to the ring one-by-one. That's right... give me a gauntlet match against EVERY miserable motherfucker in this whole damn place. I'm making Wrestlewar the final stop on the Homicide Road Tour, and I'm gonna level this WHOLE fucking COMPANY to the ground. I'm gonna singlehandedly close up this two-bit sorry excuse for a wrestling show by crippling every last son of a bitch on the roster in one night. Hell, after we run out of wrestlers in the back, start pulling people out of the crowd. I'll fuck their shit up too. It makes no difference... I'm gonna DESTROY this whole fucking place and ride off into the sunset with MY belt, and there's NOBODY who can do a damn thing about it.
This is crazy! Crimson can't be serious! Does he really think, even if he beats Ken Collins at Deck the Halls, even if Johnny Smiles doesn't earn the title shot, that he can fight the entire company in one night? Crimson seems to actually believe that he's bigger than VCW now, that he can destroy it if he chooses to! The crowd boos loudly, and he just looks around at them and smiles! David Wright Hubbard takes the microphone from him, nodding and smiling.
D.W. Hubbard: You won't have me standing in your way. No, sir. See, I hear you, brother. You got a bunch of punk kids and sissies running around, wearing these little costumes or technicolor tie-dyed spandex, bringing these stupid broads around like it's their junior high prom. What the hell is this shit, Violent Championship Dating Service!? Women got their place, and it's at home, cooking up soup and barbeque for you when you get home... not getting in the way when you're trying to whip a man's ass!
But when that sorry son of a bitch Lars Coverdale went and got his girl involved, I showed them. Basically, I bounced her pretty little skull off the concrete, busted it wide open, and what little brains she had ran out onto the floor. And now that the women are out of the way, it's just me and you, Lars. Remember what happens when it's just me and you and some woman doesn't get involved? Remember Blood and Thunder? You got your ass whipped, son. Fact is, you ain't NEVER beat me without some woman or three or four lousy sons of bitches helping your sorry ass out.
The crowd boos, and David Wright Hubbard paces around in the ring, then raises the microphone again.
D.W. Hubbard: But I tell you what. Hell, let's make it a special occasion. I don't want you sneaking out the back, or running away, or none of that shit, so we'll tie a leather strap around your wrist, tie a leather strap around my wrist, hook us together, and have us a Strap Match. But I ain't talking about this shit where you gotta beat your opponent's head against all four corners to win; hell, I'm gonna be beating your head against the turnbuckles all night long anyway, and I don't need some stupid crap like that getting in the way. Here's the way I wanna do it: we get the strap, put it on, and then I beat your ass until I'm ready to put you down for a three count.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction; it seems they strongly dislike David Wright Hubbard, but they wouldn't mind seeing him take on Lars Coverdale in a Strap Match! And that old rule about touching the turnbuckles is out: this Strap Match will end by pinfall or submission! What a confrontation that should be!
D.W. Hubbard: You just think on that. You think on that, but first get your ass out here, because me and Crimson are gonna give you two punks a taste of what you're gonna get at the pay-per-view!
David Wright Hubbard throws down the microphone, and then "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing, and the crowd cheers wildly as Lars Coverdale and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins come out of the backstage entrance! Perhaps wisely, they're not bringing Stacey Lockman to ringside; they're headed to the ring, determined to score the victory in this match! They rush to the ring and slide inside, and Bobcat McGavin calls for the bell to begin our main event match!
Crimson & David Wright Hubbard
vs.
Lars Coverdale & "The California Crippler" Ken Collins
As David Wright Hubbard and Crimson talk amonst themselves over who should start the match, Lars Coverdale rushes forward and begins hammering David Wright Hubbard with repeated right hands! He backs him against the ropes, then whips him to the other side, and when David Wright Hubbard comes off, Lars Coverdale takes him down with a huge dropkick! Bobcat McGavin declares them the legal men and orders Crimson and Ken Collins out of the ring.
David Wright Hubbard starts to get up, but Lars Coverdale whips him into a corner of the ring, then follows him in and leaps up on the second turnbuckles. The crowd counts along to ten as Lars Coverdale drills ten big right hands into David Wright Hubbard's face, and then instead of just stepping down, Lars Coverdale brings David Wright Hubbard out of the corner with a monkey flip. David Wright Hubbard crash-lands on his back, and the crowd cheers! He starts to get back up, but Lars Coverdale throws a leg over his head and brings him down with a ROCKER DROPPER!!
The crowd goes wild, and David Wright Hubbard covers his face in his hands and rolls out of the ring to the floor. He begins staggering around at ringside, trying to regain his bearings, but Lars Coverdale goes over to a neutral corner near him and climbs the turnbuckles! Crimson yells "LOOK OUT! HE'S GONNA JUMP ON YOU!!" but David Wright Hubbard's so out of it that all he does is turn and stare stupidly as Lars Coverdale leaps out onto him with a 450 BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR!! Both of them go down, and the crowd erupts wildly! After only a moment or two to absorb the impact of his landing, Lars Coverdale's frenzy continues, and he crouches over David Wright Hubbard and drills him in the face with repeated right hands!
After several punches, Lars Coverdale hauls David Wright Hubbard up, grabs him by the hair, and goes to take him head-first into a steel ringpost, but David Wright Hubbard blocks it, then elbows him in the face! Lars Coverdale turns and staggers away, and when he turns back around David Wright Hubbard kicks him in the midsection, then whips him into the guardrail. Lars Coverdale hits the guardrail back-first and staggers out in a world of pain, and David Wright Hubbard turns to a nearby camera and tells it "I'm gonna take his fool head off," then rushes him and KNOCKS HIM FLAT with a huge lariat! The crowd boos, and David Wright Hubbard pumps a fist in the air and bellows deeply!
David Wright Hubbard pulls Lars Coverdale up off of the floor, then rolls him into the ring and comes in after him. He hauls Lars Coverdale up by the hair, and Crimson puts his foot up on the top rope, so David Wright Hubbard tags Crimson, then rams Lars Coverdale head-first into his large boot! Lars Coverdale falls down to the canvas, and Crimson steps in over the top rope to take over. Lars Coverdale starts to pull himself up to his hands and knees, but the VCW World Champion hauls him up, knees him in the midsection, then grabs him and flings him back with a crushing gutwrench suplex! The crowd boos loudly, and Crimson gets up with a grin. He stands over Lars Coverdale for a few seconds, then slowly backs into the ropes and comes off with a big legdrop, but Lars Coverdale rolls out of the way!
The crowd cheers, and Crimson gets up, grimacing angrily. He beats Lars Coverdale to his feet and grabs him by the hair to pull him up, but Lars Coverdale drives an elbow into Crimson's midsection, then grabs him by the hair and pulls him down into a jawbreaker! Crimson staggers back into the ropes, clutching his jaw, then shakes off the effects and roars angrily as he charges with a wild clothesline! But Lars Coverdale ducks the clothesline, and when Crimson turns around Lars Coverdale tags him RIGHT IN THE FACE with a SUPERKICK!! The VCW World Champion goes down, the crowd erupts into cheers, and Lars Coverdale tags in Ken Collins!
Crimson's starting to pull himself up, but Ken Collins comes in and kicks him square in the face as he gets up! Crimson falls back, but then just gets angrier and quickly pulls himself to his feet! He throws a punch, but Ken Collins blocks it, kicks him in the midsection, and whips him into a neutral corner! Crimson hits the turnbuckles back-first and staggers out, and then Ken Collins grabs him and whips him to the opposite corner! This time, Crimson slumps against the turnbuckles, and Ken Collins draws back and chops him hard across the chest! The crowd cheers and makes a "WHOOO!" sound, and Ken Collins does it again with the same result! But this time, Crimson gets angry and lashes out with a right hand that sends Ken Collins sprawling to the canvas!
Ken Collins quickly gets to his feet again, and when Crimson charges out of the corner with a clothesline, he ducks it, wraps around behind him, and grabs a rear waistlock! He goes for a German suplex, but Crimson's struggling too much and he can't take him up! Crimson grabs his hands and pulls them apart to break the waistlock, then suddenly drops down and snares Ken Collins's leg on the way to bring him down with a drop-toe hold, then floats forward and grabs a headlock on him! Crimson smiles, and the crowd boos loudly; neither they, nor Ken Collins, were expecting to see Crimson try to actually wrestle in this match!
Ken Collins begins fighting his way up from the headlock, but it's clearly quite a struggle due to Crimson's size and strength. Nevertheless, he's giving it all he has, and after several seconds he gets up to one knee, then slowly finds his way to his feet! He grabs Crimson's wrist in both hands and pulls himself out of the headlock, then turns and counters it into a top wristlock, forcing Crimson back! But despite being at a leverage disadvantage in the top wristlock, after a second or two Crimson gathers his strength and gives a mighty shove that flings Ken Collins back! Crimson's just too big and too strong for some moves to be used effectively against him!
Ken Collins gets up and begins stalking Crimson again, and they circle one another, both looking for a good position. But then Crimson suddenly backs up, grins at Ken Collins, and tags in David Wright Hubbard! He knows that Ken Collins wants him, and not David Wright Hubbard, and he's adding a bit of psychological conflict there by tagging Hubbard in! Ken Collins gives him a dirty look, then advances on David Wright Hubbard and hits him with a right hand! David Wright Hubbard tries to retaliate in kind, but Ken Collins blocks and unloads a series of punches onto him, stunning him! He whips him to the ropes, but David Wright Hubbard reverses, and when Ken Collins comes off David Wright Hubbard flings him high into the air with a big backdrop! Ken Collins crashes back-first to the mat, and the crowd boos!
David Wright Hubbard goes over to Ken Collins and starts to pull him up off of the mat, but Ken Collins grabs his legs and takes him down with a double leg takedown, then mounts him and starts punching him in the face repeatedly! Bobcat McGavin orders him to stop that, and he does, but David Wright Hubbard's looking a little groggy as he starts to get back up. He's facing the wrong way, and Ken Collins comes in behind him, grabs him in a waistlock, and flings him back with a big GERMAN SUPLEX!! Ken Collins holds the bridge, and Bobcat McGavin goes down to count, but David Wright Hubbard kicks out at two!
Ken Collins gets up and grabs David Wright Hubbard by the head, hauls him to his feet, and snap mares him to a seated position, then pops up and dropkicks him in the back! David Wright Hubbard lurches forward with the impact, then falls back down to the mat, and Ken Collins reaches over and tags in Lars Coverdale. Lars Coverdale goes up to the top turnbuckle as David Wright Hubbard gets to his feet, then comes off and leaps onto him with a FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS!! That's David Wright Hubbard's finishing move, and Lars Coverdale just used it against him! David Wright Hubbard goes down under him, and Bobcat McGavin counts, but David Wright Hubbard kicks out at two and a half! Lars Coverdale's giving up about forty-five extra pounds to David Wright Hubbard, and without that additional weight the move didn't have the same impact!
Both men begin to get up, and Lars Coverdale whips David Wright Hubbard into the ropes, but David Wright Hubbard reverses! Lars Coverdale comes off the ropes and leaps at him with a cross bodypress, but David Wright Hubbard catches him out of the air! He holds Lars Coverdale across his chest for a few seconds, looking pleased with himself, then brings him down with a big backbreaker! The crowd boos, and David Wright Hubbard drags him over to Crimson's corner, makes the tag, and puts Lars Coverdale in a full nelson! Crimson gets in, draws back a fist, and just HAMMERS Lars Coverdale with a big right hand while he's in the full nelson! When David Wright Hubbard lets go and steps out to the apron, Lars Coverdale flops to the mat.
Crimson watches Lars Coverdale as he slowly starts to get up, then pulls him by the hair into a kneelift and whips him into a neutral corner. Lars Coverdale hits the turnbuckles back-first and stays slumped in the corner, and Crimson goes over to him and drives a series of knees into his midsection. Lars Coverdale starts to sink down in the corner, but Crimson pulls him up by the hair, then steps back and puts a foot against his throat, choking him against the top turnbuckle! Bobcat McGavin puts a five-count on him, so Crimson releases at four, then pulls Lars Coverdale out of the corner into a front chancery. He easily lifts him, then brings him crashing down with a huge vertical suplex and floats over for the pin! Bobcat McGavin counts, and Lars Coverdale gets a shoulder up at two and a half!
Crimson stalks around the ring as Lars Coverdale begins getting to his feet again, then comes up behind him, pulls him up, lifts him in a full nelson, and shakes him out viciously before flinging him to the mat with a FULL NELSON SLAM!! The crowd boos, Lars Coverdale bounces wildly from the impact before going limp, and Crimson stops to admire his handiwork again, looking at Lars Coverdale's motionless body with satisfaction! Then he backs into a corner, steps forward, and drops a big leg on Lars Coverdale before going for a cover! Bobcat McGavin counts, and Lars Coverdale again gets a shoulder up at about two and a half! This time, Crimson stops for a second or two to get in Bobcat McGavin's face and tell him to count faster.
Lars Coverdale's struggling to his feet yet again, and as he does Crimson casually backs into the ropes, then charges forward and nearly TAKES HIS HEAD OFF with a BIG BOOT!! Lars Coverdale is knocked sprawling to the mat, and Crimson smirks to himself, then pulls Lars Coverdale up into a standing headscissors! He makes a slashing motion across his throat, then lifts Lars Coverdale for a power bomb, but Lars Coverdale suddenly comes to life, struggles, and shifts his whole body to the side while keeping one leg over Crimson's head to bring him down with a ROCKER DROPPER!! Unbelievably, Lars Coverdale just countered the power bomb with a Rocker Dropper, and the crowd explodes in a huge round of cheers! But now both men are down!
Bobcat McGavin begins a standing ten count for them, but at six Crimson is getting up, with Lars Coverdale just behind him! Crimson quickly grabs Lars Coverdale by the hair and pulls him into a kneelift, then grabs his throat and gives Ken Collins a sinister grin! He points to him and says something, then lifts for the CHOKESLAM!! But Lars Coverdale kicks him in the midsection, causing Crimson to drop him, and then out of nowhere catches Crimson with the SUPERKICK!! Crimson falls back next to his corner, reaches out, and tags in David Wright Hubbard, but Lars Coverdale manages to fling himself forward and TAGS KEN COLLINS!!
The crowd cheers, and Ken Collins comes in, blocks a punch by David Wright Hubbard, and chops him hard across the chest! David Wright Hubbard is backed up, and Ken Collins nails him with another chop, then draws back and punches him! He goes for a second punch, but David Wright Hubbard blocks, returns fire, and whips Ken Collins into the ropes! When Ken Collins comes off, David Wright Hubbard swings at him with a lariat, but Ken Collins ducks under it and behind him, grabs a rear waistlock, and brings him down with a GERMAN SUPLEX!! He doesn't hold the bridge, and David Wright Hubbard instinctively rolls over on his belly, so Ken Collins floats over and hooks him in the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!!
The crowd explodes in cheers, and David Wright Hubbard roars in pain and begins struggling, but Crimson barges into the ring again! He comes forward and drops an elbow to break up the hold, but Ken Collins sees him coming, releases it, and gets out of the way, so Crimson elbowdrops David Wright Hubbard! Crimson gets up, and Ken Collins leaps up and sends him back into the ropes with a dropkick! Crimson falls back on the ropes, then angrily charges forward with a clothesline, but Ken Collins ducks it, grabs his arm, and sweeps him down to put him in the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! The crowd's cheers are even louder, but Crimson's not the legal man!
David Wright Hubbard starts to get up, but from the outside Lars Coverdale leaps up on the top rope, then springs off to bring him down with a SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODYPRESS! David Wright Hubbard goes down, and Ken Collins releases his hold on Crimson, and then he and Lars Coverdale both hook him together in a front chancery! They lift, and bring Crimson off his feet with a big double vertical suplex! Crimson rolls out of the ring, clutching the back of his head, but as soon as he gets to his feet on the outside Lars Coverdale slingshots himself onto him with a PESCADO BODYPRESS!! They both go down at ringside, and the crowd cheers!
But when Ken Collins goes over to David Wright Hubbard, he gets cut off by a fist to the midsection, and David Wright Hubbard grabs his head and takes him face-first into one of the turnbuckles! Ken Collins goes down, and David Wright Hubbard steps out to the apron and begins going up to the top turnbuckle. But when he makes it to the top, Ken Collins is up and ready, and he punches him in the midsection and climbs up with him! David Wright Hubbard tries fighting back, but Ken Collins drills him a few more times, then hooks him and brings him off the top with a SUPERPLEX!! The crowd cheers, and Ken Collins gets up and starts going to the top himself now!
David Wright Hubbard gets up slowly, then turns and staggers towards Ken Collins, walking right into the FLYING DROPKICK!! The crowd explodes, David Wright Hubbard topples to the mat, and Ken Collins goes for the cover, but only gets a near fall! But now Lars Coverdale's up, and on the top turnbuckle! Ken Collins sees him, and holds David Wright Hubbard's right leg out straight! Lars Coverdale takes position, then leaps off with a FROG SPLASH ACROSS THE LEG!! David Wright Hubbard roars in pain and thrashes around on the mat, clutching his knee, but Lars Coverdale also curls up in pain, arms folded over his midsection!
Crimson gets up onto the apron, but Ken Collins rushes forward and nails him with a dropkick that knocks him off and back down to the floor! Across the ring, David Wright Hubbard is pulling himself up on the ropes, gritting his teeth as he stands, but Ken Collins turns back to him and tackles his right leg out from under him, knocking him back down again! Ken Collins grabs the leg and drags him into the middle of the ring by it, then rips off the kneebrace on his knee, steps around, and applies a FIGURE-FOUR LEGLOCK!! David Wright Hubbard bellows in agony and starts thrashing around, trying to escape the hold! Crimson starts to get up again on the outside, but Lars Coverdale's back to his feet again too, and he runs at him and knocks him down with a BASEBALL SLIDE!! And inside the ring, David Wright Hubbard starts tapping out!! Ken Collins and Lars Coverdale have won this match!!
Ken
Collins and Lars Coverdale defeated Crimson and David Wright
Hubbard when Collins made D.W. Hubbard submit to a figure-four
leglock in 0:18:02.
Rating: *** 1/2
The crowd cheers loudly, and Ken Collins releases the figure-four leglock, allowing David Wright Hubbard to roll out of the ring. Lars Coverdale comes over and puts an arm over Ken Collins's shoulder, patting him on the back, but Ken Collins is already unfocused after his victory... he's just staring out of the ring at Crimson! Crimson's back up by now, and he glares into the ring at Ken Collins, then snatches the VCW World Title belt away from the timekeeper's table and begins backing up the ramp with it! Crimson points to the title belt and says something, and Ken Collins nods, then makes a motion as if putting a belt around his waist.
As Crimson finally disappears backstage, Ken Collins turns away and goes to the second turnbuckle in one of the corners, posing for the crowd, as Lars Coverdale does likewise in the opposite corner! They've won this match, which was itself a big match and a big challenge, but they'll have important meetings with their opponents coming up at Deck the Halls! And it'll be Crimson, not David Wright Hubbard, whom Ken Collins must force to submit if he wants to win the VCW World Title! We're out of time tonight, but you can rest assured we'll see more from all four of these competitors next week, as VCW continues the road to Deck the Halls! We're out of time tonight! Join us next week!
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