Monday Night Wrestling 12/17/01 (VCW 150)

Welcome to VCW Monday Night Wrestling, once again coming to you live from the VCW Arena, at the home base in San Francisco, California! We've got one hell of a show on hand for you tonight! In the main event, "The California Crippler" Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman will fight a desperate battle against the VCW World Champion, Crimson, and one-half of a former SJW World Tag Team Champion team, Komachi! Also, "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper will put the VCW Television Title on the line against Chris Champlain, Bass Rogers goes one-on-one with Desmond, and still more! Furthermore, the Unholy Alliance is here in force tonight, and we know there'll be some big matches where they're concerned!

In fact, "Denial" by Sevendust hits the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Gabriel Black comes out of the backstage entrance, dressed in an expensive-looking three-piece suit! Charlotte Black, his wife, walks out with him in an elegant evening gown, holding his hand, and his father, "Superstar" Sean Black, follows them out in his usual leather vest and tight leather pants. They walk to the ring, and Gabriel Black and Sean Black both step up on the apron and hold the ropes open for Charlotte, who looks around at the ring in disgust before gingerly, carefully stepping in. Inside the ring, Gabriel Black calls for a microphone...

G. Black: You have the honor of seeing the two greatest wrestlers of all time together in one ring. I suggest you take a moment to enjoy it.

The crowd just boos, and Gabriel Black frowns and looks at his father for a second, then continues.

G. Black: You know, I didn't think the stakes could get much higher for my Iron Man Match at Deck the Halls, but it seems these days that VCW's just full of surprises. According to our Commissioner James Applebee, if Johnny Smiles somehow defeats me at Deck the Halls, he will be given the guaranteed right to turn the Wrestlewar main event into a shambles. Don't misunderstand me... there's NO danger of that happening. I just wanted to make certain it was clear just WHAT I'm fighting for. I'm not just fighting for my own pride, or for my career, or for the future of my adorable little girl... I'm fighting for the very DIGNITY of professional wrestling itself.

Sean Black nods, but the crowd just boos. In the background, Charlotte Black stands off to the side, looking like she'd rather be anywhere but in the ring.

G. Black: You're all so caught up in these flavors of the moment that you just don't see the truth, so I have to pull it right in front of your eyes. The truth is that I might be the last bastion of true grit and character that professional wrestling has. Do any of you remember the old days, before bodybuilders with painted faces and idiots pretending to be hillbillies and clowns turned wrestling into a sideshow? Do any of you remember when you took one look at a wrestler and said "if he wanted a piece of me, I wouldn't last ten seconds against him" instead of "I wonder how much time he spends in the tanning booth"? Do you remember when people used to fear and hate some wrestlers so much, they'd try to jump them in bars after the show--and they'd pay the price, because the wrestlers were the real thing!?

I'm not just on some "old school" kick here, talking about how it was better before all these pretty boys started coming off the top rope all the time. I'm talking about earning the respect that comes with being a man who FIGHTS other men for his living. Anyone can call himself "old school," but those words don't mean a thing. The fact is, if you're some pencil-armed putz with a squeaky pre-pubescent voice who made his name by cutting up his forehead after some untrained hack busted a guitar over your head, you're as big a joke as all of the hillbillies and garbagemen who ever wrestled in New York, and I'd like to SEE you walk up to Tony Garcia or the Superstar and tell him you're "old school", and find out where it gets you.

Gabriel Black paces around for a second and glares at the crowd.

G. Black: But the biggest joke of all is Johnny Smiles. He comes out here and makes an ass out of himself, and you people eat it up and buy his merchandise. As a result, he has a job here, and he's given more credit than any number of talented PROFESSIONAL wrestlers. How would you like that in your job? How'd you like to be a doctor who spent ten years in school perfecting his craft, and see some idiot who dropped out of community college waltz in and start juggling scalpels and stethescopes and make more money than you? In a nutshell, that's EXACTLY what Johnny Smiles is: an unworthy, untalented LOSER who's given the credit that's due to real professionals.

Gabriel Black pauses again, then frowns.

G. Black: So it's all up to me now. I have to SINGLEHANDEDLY preserve the integrity of the sport that gives me the means to provide for my family as they deserve. After I'm done with him, it won't matter how loudly you cheer him on... he won't be around to embarrass professionals like me any longer. He'll be GONE. His neck will be BROKEN. His career will be OVER. And he certainly won't be challenging for the VCW World Title at Wrestlewar. And when the booking committee looks for the person who will challenge for the VCW World Title at Wrestlewar, I'd like to be the first to say... not me. Not this time.

What!? The crowd gives a stunned round of boos, and Gabriel Black nods and looks around at them! Surely, if he defeated Johnny Smiles at Deck the Halls, he'd be one of the top contenders for the title, no questions asked! Why would he want to throw away the biggest opportunity a wrestler could possibly have!?

G. Black: I've been in two Wrestlewar main events already. Once I won the VCW World Title, and once I successfully defended it. And despite what is said about me behind my back, I don't seek to hold any aspiring young wrestlers down to keep myself at the top. If someone else wants a shot at the title, they're welcome to it... this time. It's not a career goal I'm chasing this time; it's a personal goal. What I want, at Wrestlewar, is a chance to finally have my revenge, one year removed from the worst betrayal of my life. What I want, after I destroy Johnny Smiles at Deck the Halls, is a match... with my brother Troy, one-on-one, at Wrestlewar.

The crowd gives a mixed round of cheers and boos for that request. Gabriel Black said when he came back that his biggest goal was to end the career of his brother, Troy Black, and it appears that he's determined to face him on the same stage that Troy Black nearly ended HIS career, at Wrestlewar!

G. Black: Stop running, Troy, and accept your destiny. If you like, you can still leave VCW and retire forever. I'm a forgiving man, and I'll accept that and trouble you no more. But what I really want is for you to come to Wrestlewar... and fight me. I want to feel you yield to my superior strength. I want to feel you struggle fruitlessly against my superior ability. I want to feel your neck compress upon itself, like it did at Wrestlewar II, but WORSE. I want to FEEL you break, to stare down at you with the cold satisfaction of knowing that you'll NEVER stand up and trouble me again.

The crowd boos, and Gabriel Black pauses again, this time smiling.

G. Black: Of course, you'll have Lance Errington to deal with at Deck the Halls, before this. And I'm sure that he'll defeat you, because you're not the man that he is, just as you're not the man that I am. But he won't FINISH you. He'll leave enough left of you to face me. When you do, just as Johnny Smiles will be destroyed at Deck the Halls... YOU will be destroyed, Troy.

That's a bold statement, but Gabriel Black certainly has had a fair amount of success in matches with his brother, Troy Black. Could he really end his career as he says he will? As twisted as this is, you have to think it's only a matter of whether he'll be physically able to, because it's becoming increasingly clear that mentally, he's not only able to but eager to! During another pause, Gabriel Black relaxes somewhat and the tension leaves him.

G. Black: Think about it. ... In the meantime, I have another stone to set in my legacy. It took over a year and a half before anyone was ever able to pin me in VCW, and for most of that time I was the VCW World Champion. It's come to my attention that some people are taking note of the fact that "The Star Player" Darren Michaels has never been pinned either. They've forgotten what greatness is like, and they're mistaking him for something special. It's time that comes to an end. Tonight, I will face Darren Michaels, one-on-one, and I will END his undefeated streak.

The crowd gives a mixed round of cheers and boos for the announcement of that match. Darren Michaels will put his undefeated streak on the line against Gabriel Black, one-on-one, tonight! Obviously, there's a huge difference in experience between the two men, but you have to remember that Darren Michaels survived a match with Crimson, the VCW World Champion, with that streak intact! Could he do the same tonight against Gabriel Black? Gabriel Black smiles and shakes his head at the crowd.

G. Black: Don't get too excited just yet. There's another special surprise awaiting you all.

Gabriel Black hands the microphone off to his father, Sean Black, who raises it to a loud round of boos, and scowls at them.

S. Black: He's telling the truth, you know. We had a little situation, and somebody had to step up. The Unholy Alliance got booked tonight in an eight-man match, putting Gabriel, Lance, Idol, and Solomon against the Ontario Colour Show, Brujah, and Johnny Smiles... but Gabriel had other ideas, as you just heard. With him out, that left us one man short... and so tonight, I'M gonna put on my boots, get in there, and show these ignorant kids how a REAL man does it! Run for your lives, boys; the Superstar is LIVE and IN ACTION tonight!!

Wow! What an announcement! Six days before going to Deck the Halls to face Brujah in a match signed between those two, "Superstar" Sean Black will return to the ring again in an eight-man tag team match! There are a few cheers in the crowd for that announcement despite their general hatred for Sean Black... but then "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing over the arena sound system, and Johnny Smiles steps out of the backstage entrance, carrying a microphone!

J. Smiles: HEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRE'S JOHNNY!!

The crowd cheers loudly.

J. Smiles: Y'know, I was perfectly willing to stand back and let Gabriel Black take up all the airtime telling us about his storied career and immortal legacy and everything... but when the Superstar says he's stepping into the ring in a match with ME in it, I just have to come out and say something. It's true that some fans of this sport will tell you that Sean Black's a legend... and granted, maybe he will be remembered for a lot of exciting matches in his career. But it's also true that everybody knows there's a dark side to his career. Everyone knows about his personal demons in the past.

Sean Black scowls at Johnny Smiles.

S. Black: You better think REALLY fucking carefully about where this is going, boy.

J. Smiles: I'm just spreading the truth. And the truth is that the Superstar's life may not be as free from personal demons as you think. He's just moved on to new ones. See, when he was younger, he used to stick a needle in his butt to inject STEROIDS... now, the medication that goes on his butt is to treat HEMORRHOIDS. He used to be hooked on ALCOHOL... now, he's replaced it with GERITOL. And he also used to be hooked on COCAINE... but now, he's switched to ROGAINE.

The crowd laughs, and "Superstar" Sean Black is staring at Johnny Smiles with burning rage, but Johnny Smiles holds up a finger as if to indicate he should wait.

J. Smiles: Now, that's not to say there hasn't been a change. See, in the old days, the Superstar was a respected, successful wrestler whose personal life was shady and destructive. But now, after time has given us a chance to appreciate his career and his lasting impact on professional wrestling, after all these years... he's nothing but an over-the-hill, self-important HORSE'S ASS!!

The crowd cheers, and Sean Black shakes his head and raises his microphone.

S. Black: Johnny, haven't you been paying attention when all the kids who think they know what's what say that I have friends in the executive offices? I could have your job for talking like that. But instead, I'm gonna give you a little payback in the ring, like a man. I'm gonna hit you SO DAMN HARD that after you wake up, you're gonna think back and remember all the other times you got hit... and you're gonna think, "Man, before, I THOUGHT I knew what it felt like to get punched in the face, but I had no IDEA how it really felt."

J. Smiles: So you've got hands of stone to go with your face of leather? I'm not worried. All I've seen you do lately is talk big and strut around in those tight pants like some wanna-be rock star. You really think you're the best, don't you? But I've fought people who think they're cool before. I beat Marty Jannetty, and he was a Rocker! I beat Rex Richards, and he had more juice in him than a crate of oranges! I beat Arthur Justice, and HE could make his pecs dance! Compared to THAT, what can YOU do, Superstar?

Sean Black stares down the aisle with cold anger.

S. Black: Come down here, Johnny, and I'll SHOW you what I can do, damn it.

Johnny Smiles doesn't seem to need any more encouragement; he drops the microphone, runs to the ring, and slides inside! Sean Black balls up a fist, raises it dramatically, and draws it back as Johnny Smiles gets up... he swings, and Johnny Smiles ducks under and past him! Sean Black turns around... and EATS A SUPERKICK TO THE FACE!! Sean Black goes down and rolls out of the ring, and the crowd nearly shakes the roof off the arena with cheers!

Gabriel Black shouts angrily and rushes Johnny Smiles with a punch, but Johnny Smiles blocks it, kicks him in the midsection, and whips him into the turnbuckles! Gabriel Black hits hard back-first, grimaces in agony, and staggers out clutching his back, and Johnny Smiles rushes him and takes him to the mat with a big SPEAR!! Johnny Smiles crawls on top of Gabriel Black and starts unloading on him with a series of big right hands, and the crowd goes wild!

But Charlotte Black slowly walks up behind Johnny Smiles, looking rather hesitant and disgusted. She reaches out and grabs him by the hair from behind, making a half-hearted attempt to pull him off of her husband... and Johnny Smiles flails around wildly without seeing who he's grappling, manages to get a handful and a half of her evening gown, and clumsily shoves her down to the mat... and as she falls, the evening gown rips and COMES OFF IN JOHNNY'S HANDS!! The crowd cheers wildly as Charlotte Black stands up in just a small white bra and pair of panties and stares at Johnny Smiles with a look of utter disbelief and horror on her face... and for his part, Johnny Smiles is staring in shock as well! He didn't even realize who had grabbed him from behind, or what he was doing, until just now!!

But Gabriel Black rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair on the outside, and then slides back in, and he charges Johnny Smiles with a wild swing of the chair and a scream of outrage! Johnny Smiles quickly panics, drops the evening gown, and slides out of the ring, and Gabriel Black's swing narrowly misses him! Johnny Smiles begins retreating up the aisle, still half shocked by what he's just done, and Charlotte Black grabs the remains of her gown and tries holding it in front of herself! Gabriel Black quickly snatches up the microphone again...

G. Black: You just keep digging your own grave, you son of a bitch. After I give you the Destiny Driver and break your neck at Deck the Halls... I might just not be satisfied with one. I may just have to do it again... and again. Next time I get my hands on you, you'll never set foot in a wrestling ring again... and you'll DAMN SURE never lay your hands on my wife again, you SICK BASTARD.

Johnny Smiles just disappears backstage as Gabriel Black continues to yell threats at him. The crowd boos loudly, and then a "SHOW YOUR TITS!" chant begins and quickly grows in volume. Charlotte Black looks like she's ready to cry, and quickly buries her face in Gabriel Black's shoulder.

G. Black: You idiots better shut up and show some respect, or I'm going to head backstage and pull a few strings, and this whole damn SHOW will pack up, leave the arena, and hit the road a few hours early.

The chant only grows louder. Obviously, nobody really believes Gabriel Black has enough pull to get the show cancelled.

G. Black: You're just like Johnny. You don't know when to quit. Listen... we're not going anywhere tonight. You won't get rid of me that easily. But I PROMISE you... when I end that miserable idiot's career, and I look around and see all the disappointed, upset faces in the crowd... I'm going to remember this moment and LAUGH at all of you. ... Let's get the hell out of here.

"Denial" by Sevendust begins playing over the arena sound system, and Gabriel Black does his best to hold the ruins of the evening gown in front of his wife as they leave the ring. As they go, we're going to take a look backstage at "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden, who has the honor of going one-on-one with Troy Black a little bit later on tonight! Let's take a look at that.

Backstage...

Hasan Gilden is standing backstage, watching a monitor, with La Princesa Lobo at his side with an arm around his waist. He's wearing his street clothes, but La Princesa Lobo is wearing the fur ring attire that she usually wrestles in. After several seconds, he nods with satisfaction and turns to her with a grin.

H. Gilden: One thing you can't deny, baby: Gabriel Black's wife has a great ass on her, you know?

La Princesa Lobo makes a low purring sound and smiles as she presses up against his body.

H. Gilden: But he thinks he's gonna end Troy Black's career? I don't think so. Because tonight, Troy Black goes one-on-one with Hot Stuff, and there ain't gonna be nothing left of him after I'm done, Princesa! I'm gonna put Troy Black out to pasture once and for all, just like that bitch-ass Unlucky Tiger!

Hasan Gilden chuckles to himself, and Mary Cohen approaches the two of them. She hears the latter portion of his words, and sighs and shrugs.

M. Cohen: Um, good luck with that, I guess.

Hasan Gilden whirls around sharply.

H. Gilden: Hey, what are you doing here? You're in Hot Stuff's personal space, you one-eyed skank!

Mary Cohen gives Hasan Gilden a venomous glare.

M. Cohen: All right, you stupid asshole, I'll keep this as brief as possible. To tell the truth, I just came to talk to La Princesa Lobo anyway. ... Princesa, you know we have a match against Heather Dannon and Christina Ellis. Let's get a strategy worked out so we can--

H. Gilden: Hold it! Stop it right there. I didn't say you could talk to Princesa. You got something to say to us, you say it to ME. You got that?

Mary Cohen makes an exasperated sound, then turns to Hasan Gilden.

M. Cohen: All right. Look, Hasan, Princesa and I need to get a strategy--

H. Gilden: Whoa there! That's Hot Stuff to you, lady. Do I need to show you what Hot Stuff does when people step out of line? Do I need to slap you like a bitch? ... Or do I need to teach you some respect just like the Green Dragon and his little friend?

Mary Cohen starts shaking and stares at Hasan Gilden with rage burning in her eye, and speaks in a low, trembling voice as if she has to force each word out.

M. Cohen: I could make the games you play with the Green Dragon look like child's play. I have connections. I could bring lethal, excruciating... BIBLICAL levels of suffering down on your head. ... But I won't. Not YET. All the same, if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut and save it for Troy Black, because my tolerance for the entire human race has been worn paper-thin. Understand?

Hasan Gilden takes a step back, looking rather uneasy, and then nods. Mary Cohen looks at both of them with disgust.

M. Cohen: You know what? Forget it. I don't think I have anything to say to either of you after all.

Mary Cohen turns and walks away, and Hasan Gilden turns to La Princesa Lobo with an uneasy grin, and slaps her on the back.

H. Gilden: Hey, at least she's on your side, you know?

The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

It looks like Mary Cohen's anger is threatening to boil over at any second! Considering that we know Chris Champlain has been making strange overtures of friendship to her, that could be a very bad thing; if she forms an alliance with him, people will certainly suffer. But back at ringside, "Riders On The Storm" by Creed is playing, and the crowd boos as the New Immortals, "Beautiful" Bobby Danson and "Magnificent" Moy Lazzario, come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Steve "Mongo" McMichael and Nicole! They make their way to the ring, climb inside, and grab microphones.

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

B. Danson: And I'm "Beautiful" Bobby Danson. Together, we're the New Immortals. Two great wrestlers, one supremely extreme tag team. With us, as we always do, we have the splendidly seductive Nicole, and the massively masculine Steve "Mongo" McMichael.

Nicole smiles and waves to the crowd, and Mongo holds four fingers up and yells something.

M. Lazzario: In case you've been living under a rock for the past few weeks... well, first of all, I'd like to tell you to get out from under there and get yourself a real home. I mean, for God's sake, it's the twenty-first century.

B. Danson: And if you live under a rock, you're also bound to miss out on current events, which is what my partner was alluding to. For instance, the fact that the New Immortals are, fortunately, on a winning streak!

The crowd gives a weak round of boos. It's true, however; they defeated the Knights of the Squared Circle a few weeks ago, and followed it up with a victory over the Green Dragon and Jeremy Tellier.

B. Danson: And tonight, we'll continue it with a victory over one of the top tag teams out there. Then, moving on to Deck the Halls, we're going to cap it off by finally hitting one out of the park with the greatest New Immortals mystery challenge yet!

Another weak round of boos greets that announcement. So far, the New Immortals haven't done too well in their mystery challenges prior to VCW pay-per-views. Then again, until recently they hadn't done too well in any of their matches, and on this new winning streak things could turn around for them.

M. Lazzario: Tonight's just a warm-up, but we're facing one of the top tag teams in the entire world. Really, they need no introduction, but we're going to introduce them anyway. Bobby, if you would?

Bobby Danson steps into the middle of the ring as the others withdraw, and raises the microphone with a somber face.

B. Danson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match set for one fall, with a fifteen-minute time limit, and it is a NON-TITLE match. Your referee is Bobcat McGavin!

Outside the ring, Bobcat McGavin gives Bobby Danson a suspicious squint. If Bobby Danson says this is a non-title match, then... does that mean their opponents are title-holders? "Magic Carpet Ride" by Steppenwolf begins playing, and the crowd gives a weak round of cheers as two unfamiliar men come out of the backstage entrance. They look fairly similar; both are slender and well-toned, a little under six feet tall, pale-skinned, with long brown hair. They're wearing long black tights with pastel green jagged lines running down the sides, with the initials RH and MH on them in large letters in a jagged font, and each of them wears a title belt. Along with them is an attractive woman, similarly pale-skinned with bleached hair, in a black tube top and spandex tights.

B. Danson: Coming down the aisle, accompanied by their manager Lillith... from Princeton, Maine... at a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty-four pounds... the MAINE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... RON and MARCUS, the HAAANSLEY BROTHERRRS!!

The crowd's cheers die in utter confusion as it becomes apparent that none of them have ever heard of these two nobodies before in their lives. Since when does Maine have its own tag team titles!? The Hansley Brothers jog to the ring, slapping hands with a few halfhearted fans in the aisles, then slide inside. In the ring, they play to the crowd and pump their fists in the air, but don't get much of a reaction even when Lillith gestures to them and encourages the crowd to cheer. For all we know, these two jokers could be anybody with too much time and money on their hands who bought some ring gear and phony title belts!

The Hansley Brothers take off their title belts and hand them to Lillith, who holds up one of them in each hand and twirls around to show them off to the crowd, then steps out of the ring. Nicole and Steve "Mongo" McMichael also step out of the ring, and the New Immortals exchange a handshake with the Hansley Brothers. Perhaps anxious to get this over with, Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin this match!

New Immortals
w/Nicole & Steve "Mongo" McMichael

vs.

Hansley Brothers
w/Lillith

Moy Lazzario starts off with Ron Hansley, and the two meet up in a fast-paced and impressive but ultimately pointless exchange of rapid-fire chain wrestling. Then Ron Hansley tags out, and Moy Lazzario does the same with Marcus Hansley before tagging in Bobby Danson, who just runs Marcus Hansley over with a clothesline. That begins a one-sided domination of the match by the New Immortals, who alternate between using their signature offense and a few nice tandem moves on the somewhat ineffective Hansley Brothers. Soon Ron falls prey to the Minnesota Jam, and Marcus goes up to the top turnbuckle in a pre-emptive attempt to counter a pin attempt, but the New Immortals catch him up there and bring him down with the Immortalplex! They then execute the Fall From Grace on Ron Hansley for good measure, and Bobby Danson covers for three.

The New Immortals defeated The Hansley Brothers when Danson pinned R. Hansley with the Fall From Grace in 0:06:21.
Rating: * 3/4

The crowd boos as the New Immortals are announced as the winners, and on the outside Mongo grabs Lillith and rolls her into the ring! She stands up and turns to yell at him indignantly, but Nicole slides into the ring nearby and calls out to her! Lillith turns around, and Nicole rushes her and takes her down with a spear! The crowd gives a small pop, which grows larger when Nicole grabs her tube top and pulls on it until it comes off in her hands! Wearing only a skimpy white strapless bra, Lillith rolls out of the ring to the floor, and Marcus Hansley does likewise. He tries to comfort her and let her lean on his shoulder, but Steve "Mongo" McMichael's in the ring now, and he grabs Ron Hansley and presses him over his head! Lillith and Marcus Hansley look over, and Mongo pitches their hapless teammate out over the top rope onto them! All three go down in a heap, and the New Immortals and Nicole share a laugh.

That turned out to be rather pointless, and it's looking pretty clear that the New Immortals brought a pair of losers out here with no meaningful credentials and led them to the slaughter. In any case, for better or worse, their winning streak continues. One simply has to wonder who they're going to drag up for the mystery challenge prior to Deck the Halls. We've already seen the American Males, the Natural Disasters, and the Nasty Boys... who in the world could possibly be next for them?

We know what's next for this show, however, and that's a match pitting Mary Cohen and La Princesa Lobo against Christina Ellis and "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon. We've seen La Princesa Lobo and Mary Cohen already; now we're going to take a look at Heather Dannon and Christina Ellis as they prepare for this confrontation!

Backstage...

Christina Ellis is in a backstage dressing room, finishing up her pre-match preparations by adjusting her kneepads and loosening up, when Heather Dannon walks in, also dressed to wrestle.

H. Dannon: Hey, Christina! It looks like you're ready for the match. But... where are all your friends?

Christina Ellis looks up and gives Heather Dannon a peculiar look.

C. Ellis: Johnny and Ken and Lars are all good friends, but it's not like I'm going to get dressed for my match in front of them or anything. And don't you DARE put the idea in their heads, either.

H. Dannon: Yeah, I guess I see your point. Quinn and Tommy thought it was pretty weird the first few times I dressed in front of them.

Christina Ellis stares at Heather Dannon strangely for a few more seconds.

C. Ellis: I'll bet. I think it's pretty weird too, and I wasn't even there.

H. Dannon: Okay, so maybe it is. But I'm kinda scared to be alone for long lately. I keep worrying that Mary Cohen's gonna snap and jump me with a baseball bat or a straight-razor or a submachine gun... okay, maybe not the gun, but she might hurt me really bad!

Christina Ellis smiles and stands up.

C. Ellis: You're worried about Mary Cohen?

H. Dannon: Yeah. In fact, I'm a little worried about tonight's match too.

Christina Ellis steps close and puts a hand on Heather Dannon's shoulder.

C. Ellis: Relax. She's nothing to worry about. Once you've faced the Komachis and the Sadako Momotanis of the world, you'll see she's not the real thing. She's small-time.

H. Dannon: Yeah, but what if she--

C. Ellis: You don't give yourself enough credit, Heather. You've been a pro for, what, four months or so? For someone with only four months under her belt, you're doing great. You have loads of potential. I mean, some people think I'm pretty good, but do you have any idea how much I sucked in my first four months as a pro?

Heather Dannon looks puzzled.

H. Dannon: Um... no?

C. Ellis: The point is that you're definitely capable of protecting yourself from Mary Cohen. You just need to psych yourself up and kick a little ass. You need to learn how to be independent, how to tackle your problems by yourself.

H. Dannon: Um... do you think you could help me do that?

Christina Ellis laughs to herself and shakes her head.

C. Ellis: Maybe a little. Look, the match is going to start soon. But we'll do fine. YOU'LL do fine. If it helps, I'll start off with Mary Cohen and show you how real wrestling skills can beat hardcore anger and rage any time. I'll set an example for you and tag you in, and then you follow my lead. Got it?

Heather Dannon smiles back at Christina Ellis.

H. Dannon: All right. Let's go!

Heather Dannon and Christina Ellis leave the room, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Back in the ring, Mary Cohen and La Princesa Lobo have just finished making their entrance. They're standing in the ring, and Mary Cohen says something to La Princesa Lobo, to which La Princesa Lobo nods in reply. The crowd is giving them a small round of boos, but neither of them seems distracted by that. Now "Star Cycle" by Jeff Beck begins playing, and after a few moments Christina Ellis leads "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon out of the backstage entrance to a burst of cheers from the crowd! They walk to the ring, touching the hands of fans near the aisle, and climb inside! La Princesa Lobo starts to rush them, but Christina Ellis whirls to face her and she backs off with second thoughts. La Princesa Lobo and Mary Cohen both stand back, allowing Christina Ellis and Heather Dannon to take their position, and Harold Brusco enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!

Christina Ellis & "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon

vs.

Mary Cohen & La Princesa Lobo

True to her word, Christina Ellis starts off the match and stays one step ahead of Mary Cohen and La Princesa Lobo for most of her stay in the ring, using her superior quickness and technical wrestling ability. Mary Cohen and La Princesa Lobo both seem to grow frustrated at their inability to get very far against Christina Ellis, and their frustration only leads them to make more mistakes. But then Christina Ellis tags in Heather Dannon, who comes in and takes Mary Cohen down to the mat with a front facelock. She takes obvious pride and delight in that accomplishment, and yells "YEAH! YOU'RE NOT SO TOUGH TO A REAL WRESTLER, ARE YOU!" but that makes Mary Cohen angry!

With a half-choked scream of outrage, Mary Cohen fights her way back to her feet from the front facelock! Heather Dannon panics, releases the hold, and starts hitting her with right hands, but Mary Cohen explodes at her with a ferocious rage, going on the attack! Mary Cohen is nearly disqualified several times as she tears into Heather Dannon with a vicious passion, biting and choking and beating the hell out of her! As Harold Brusco scolds Mary Cohen, Heather Dannon slinks off into a corner, begging for mercy, but La Princesa Lobo dismounts from the apron and goes over to choke her in the corner with an electrical cable! Christina Ellis takes exception to that and leaves her corner to charge, but La Princesa Lobo quickly turns and runs, and Christina Ellis begins chasing her around the ring!

Heather Dannon pulls herself up out of the corner, choking and gasping, and Mary Cohen kicks her in the midsection and drops her with a DDT, then savagely grinds her boot across Heather Dannon's face! She starts to pull Heather Dannon up by the hair, but Heather Dannon is now literally crying and begging for mercy, and Mary Cohen's angry expression softens. She hesitates, holding Heather Dannon's hair... and Heather Dannon suddenly pulls her down into a small package and grabs a huge handful of her trunks! Harold Brusco doesn't see the handful of trunks, and he goes down and counts to three!

Heather Dannon and Christina Ellis defeated Mary Cohen and La Princesa Lobo when Dannon pinned Cohen after a small package in 0:04:17.
Rating: **

Heather Dannon starts to get up, gasping for breath, but Mary Cohen pops up to her feet, roaring in anger and frustration! She grabs Heather Dannon by the hair, and this time pulls her into a HARD kneelift to the face! Heather Dannon goes down, clutching her nose, and Mary Cohen slides out of the ring and grabs a chair! By now, La Princesa Lobo has noticed that they've lost the match, and is retreating up the aisle, but Mary Cohen's clearly still not done as she slides back into the ring with the chair!

Heather Dannon's just starting to get up, and Mary Cohen raises the chair high to strike, but Christina Ellis climbs into the ring behind her! As Mary Cohen screams angrily and prepares to strike, Christina Ellis grabs the chair from behind her and pulls it away! Mary Cohen whirls angrily to face her, but Christina Ellis smacks her in the face with the chair! Mary Cohen staggers back and turns right into Heather Dannon as she gets up, and Heather Dannon hoists her up on her shoulders, then drops her with the HALFWAY DECENT EXPOSURE!! Mary Cohen goes face-first to the canvas, then rolls out of the ring to a heap on the floor!

Heather Dannon gives Christina Ellis a grateful look, then steps forward and hugs her as the crowd cheers their victory. Perhaps overcoming Mary Cohen like this will give Heather Dannon the confidence she needs to get over the fear of Mary Cohen that has gripped her lately! As Christina Ellis was saying, Heather Dannon could potentially have a huge upside, but you have to believe that in order for her to realize her potential, she has some maturing to do. This victory may have brought her one step closer to progressing along that road! As Heather Dannon and Christina Ellis leave together, we're going to take a look backstage as Ziggy Adderloaf gets some comments from Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle of the Knights of the Squared Circle!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Jockey Oldcastle and Monty Pompous. Monty Pompous is wearing his usual fine swashbuckler outfit, and Jockey Oldcastle his usual attire as well. Both are smiling confidently.

Z. Adderloaf: Jockey Oldcastle and Monty Pompous, as you know, the VCW World Tag Team Title picture has been a chaotic one recently. The Ontario Colour Show will no doubt be defending the titles soon, and several tag teams lay claim to the rights to challenge for those titles. You'll be facing one of them tonight in Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera, and we have to believe that if you can win, a title shot could be in your future.

M. Pompous: You are very probably correct, my fine young friend. I would advise the VCW Championship Committee to prepare the VCW World Tag Team Title belts. Keep my title handy, but send the other one to a refitting shop, where it might be given a longer strap, because soon it will rest around the massive waist of my bully comrade, Jockey Oldcastle.

J. Oldcastle: Aye, Monty. But it will, indeed, be the lesser of the two treasures that adorns my waist, for that is soon where you will find the lovely arm of my sweet Vivacia.

Ziggy Adderloaf starts to smile a bit.

Z. Adderloaf: I suppose that's... um, theoretically possible, anyway. I think everyone has noticed recently, Jockey Oldcastle, that you're infatuated by Nurse Vivacia.

J. Oldcastle: Verily, by Jupiter's beard. Yet the shaft of Cupid bears two points in this case, for she is likewise smitten with me. She grows tired of the puny pirate and ridiculous skeleton who are now her companions, and casts her gaze on a true man, one who offers a life of riches, adventure, and romance! I am a lover and a fighter, a gentleman and a warrior. I daresay, young Ziggy Adderloaf, that I am, indeed, worthy of being addressed by the title of the BRONTOSAURUS OF LOVE.

Ziggy Adderloaf stares at Jockey Oldcastle as though he's lost his mind.

Z. Adderloaf: Th-the Brontosaurus of LOVE!? ... What the hell is THAT supposed to mean!?

Jockey Oldcastle scowls at Ziggy Adderloaf in contempt.

J. Oldcastle: It needn't concern you, you ignorant rogue. What must needs concern the Jolly Rogers is this, however: I grow tired of these trifling games of courtship, and seek to take Vivacia as my own. Therefore, I demand that they stand and deliver her to us, or suffer such a thorough cudgelling and bludgeoning as to leave not a scrap of their flesh unbruised, as to crack open their skulls so what little brains they have might run out to the floor. They may steal away now, and there would be honor in the theft... or they may be beaten at the hands of my noble fury.

Z. Adderloaf: So, let me get this straight. You're proclaiming yourself the Brontosaurus of Love, and you're challenging the Jolly Rogers to just hand Nurse Vivacia over to you, or you're going to give them a beating? ... This is just too much. Monty Pompous, what do you have to say about this?

Monty Pompous strokes his chin and grins.

M. Pompous: Is it not true that all the world loves a lover? I am pleased to stand beside my good friend in his pursuit of love. Just as the face of Helen of Troy launched a thousand ships, so does the face of Vivacia launch the Knights of the Squared Circle to liberate her from the clutches of her foolish friends, who are unworthy of her fine company. The Jolly Rogers have been judged for their crimes of piracy, idiocy, and knavery, and found severely lacking.

Therefore, we declare a bold challenge: we will put our very honor at stake for Vivacia! We challenge the Jolly Rogers to face us in combat, at Deck the Halls, with terms as follows. Should the Heavens themselves intervene--and I do not doubt that it would take every bit of the limitless might of the fierce and wrathful Lord Jesus and his Almighty Father to turn the tides of this one-sided battle--and the Jolly Rogers win... we shall forsake our fine gentlemanly clothing and allow them to select costumes for us that are equally foolish as those they wear. But, when WE are victorious, it is our demand that Nurse Vivacia be allowed to come to us and unite with her one true love, Jockey Oldcastle.

Z. Adderloaf: Let me see if I'm understanding you correctly here: rather than a shot at the titles or anything, you want a match with the Jolly Rogers. If they win, you'll give up your swashbuckers' clothes and wear goofy costumes. But if you win, Nurse Vivacia has to leave them for you? ... With all due respect, don't you want a title shot at the pay-per-view?

J. Oldcastle: Those titles will be ours. But when we win them, it will be with the lovely Vivacia by our side, and I will dedicate the victory to her, and to our undying, eternal love!

Ziggy Adderloaf throws up his hands and shrugs.

Z. Adderloaf: There you have it. Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle want to face the Jolly Rogers, with those stakes on the line! We'll see the Jolly Rogers in six-man tag action before long, but first we're going to get to the ring, where Jeremy Tellier is in action against the Green Dragon!

The camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back, and the Green Dragon is already in the ring, with his sister, the Green Princess, at his side. He seems angry as he raises a microphone to speak...

G. Dragon: All right, listen! I've had a really hard time lately. Not as hard a time as my friend, the Unlucky Tiger, but a pretty hard time anyway. Not only is "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden out to get me, but two weeks ago Jeremy Tellier stabbed me in the back, and took a cheap shot at my sister. Everyone's been messing with me and my friends, just like they did back in high school, but not anymore! I didn't spend hours in the gym and take lots of chemical growth supplements for months on end just so people could keep picking on me! I'm the Green Dragon, the top of the food chain, and the disrespect STOPS tonight!

The crowd gives the Green Dragon a warmed-over mix of cheers and boos. He's certainly fired up, though how that will lead to his success remains to be seen. And now "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as Jeremy Tellier comes to the ring, with a contemptful scowl on his face. He enters the ring and snatches the microphone away from the Green Dragon.

J. Tellier: You know, Dragon, here's the thing. I never asked to be your partner. Everyone thinks I'm some kind of loser, just like you. But I'm not. I don't associate with losers, and so you're damn right I stabbed you in the back. I'm not a bit sorry about it, and I'd do it again in a damn heartbeat! Screw you, Dragon! You SUCK!

The Green Dragon flinches back in the face of Jeremy Tellier's tirade. Jeremy Tellier turns to the Green Princess with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

J. Tellier: As for you, Princess... like I said, I don't associate with losers. Anyone who does becomes a loser by association. I know he's your brother, blood's thicker than water, and so on and so on. But the fact is that he's the most pathetic son of a bitch in all of VCW, and by God that's REALLY saying something. And the fact that you're even hanging around with him means that you're just not worth my time, same as he isn't. ... And speaking of which, I think it's about time I put a stop to all this garbage RIGHT NOW!

Jeremy Tellier suddenly drops the microphone and opens fire on the Green Dragon with a right hand, but the Green Dragon absorbs it, then retaliates and levels Jeremy Tellier with a blow of his own! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is on!

Green Dragon
w/Green Princess

vs.

Jeremy Tellier

The Green Dragon dominates this match early on, and with Jeremy Tellier bouncing around wildly from his generic offense and power moves he actually looks pretty impressive. He stops and roars to the crowd, bathing in the glory of his offensive streak, and continues the punishment. But after a couple minutes, Jeremy Tellier stops his offense in its tracks with a low blow, and takes over. The crowd boos and chants "WHERE'S MY PAPER!?" as Jeremy Tellier confounds the Green Dragon with superior wrestling and quickness, despite the huge gap in physical size, but eventually he gets cocky and allows the Green Dragon back to his feet! Jeremy Tellier goes for a cross bodypress to bring him down, but the Green Dragon counters with a powerslam that bounces Jeremy Tellier right out of his grasp and halfway across the ring!

The Green Dragon comes back with some more generic offense that, again, looks positively deadly when it connects with Jeremy Tellier. After getting a near-fall with his Samoan Drop, the Green Dragon signals for the end and starts to pull Jeremy Tellier into the Dragon Sleeper... but the Green Princess climbs up on the apron, saying something to him! The Green Dragon stops and turns to her, hearing what she has to say. Jeremy Tellier begins pulling himself up on Brendan Powers's pantlegs, which distracts him... and while Brendan Powers is looking down at Jeremy Tellier, the Green Princess draws back and HAMMERS the Green Dragon with a big right hand! The Green Dragon staggers back, clutching his face, and Jeremy Tellier gets up, grabs him from behind, and pulls him down into an inverted DDT! The Green Dragon is down, and Jeremy Tellier climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes off with the DELIVERY!! He hooks a leg, Brendan Powers counts, and that's that!

Jeremy Tellier pinned The Green Dragon with the Delivery in 0:04:38.
Rating: * 1/4

The crowd boos loudly, and Jeremy Tellier nods and grins at the Green Princess as she climbs into the ring, looking at him with a lovesick smile. Even if it was the rather silly and stupid Green Dragon, the fact remains that she just turned on her own brother for this miserable punk Jeremy Tellier! Jeremy Tellier gives her a big hug and kiss as the crowd continues to boo, then steps away and points to the Green Dragon. The Green Princess nods, advances on her brother, and drops a big elbow square on his chest!

Jeremy Tellier smiles, but then raises a finger to indicate an idea, and slides out of the ring to grab a chair. He points to the chair with savage glee, then down at the Green Dragon! This is a little excessive, but the Green Princess is still nodding and going along with it! He slides into the ring, raises the chair up high... and TURNS AND NAILS THE GREEN PRINCESS!! She goes down like a ton of bricks, and Jeremy Tellier cackles gleefully to himself as he stands over both of them! The Green Dragon starts to pull himself up, but Jeremy Tellier raises the chair and whacks him with it too, laying him out again! He continues laughing to himself as he rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone...

J. Tellier: Okay, that was a good start, honey... but you're STILL a loser, you STILL suck just as much as your brother, and when you kissed me, your breath smelled like fried chicken and pepperoni pizza!

The crowd boos, and Jeremy Tellier laughs to himself as he backs up the aisle.

J. Tellier: Now, look. I've got a reputation to uphold, and you won't catch me hanging around some woman who can eat a cow and spit out a leather jacket, okay? But I'll tell you what... in honor of giving me a hand tonight, when you get up, waddle on down to the local McDonalds after hours, and ask for Larry Brown. Tell him Jeremy Tellier sent you, and maybe he'll let you go bobbing for French fries in the deep-fryer, you FAT PIG!!

Jeremy Tellier begins laughing to himself again, and even doubles over in hysterics as the crowd boos loudly at him. But as he backs up towards the backstage entrance, Tommy Hustle steps out behind him, and the crowd cheers! Jeremy Tellier stops laughing, and looks up, surprised...

J. Tellier: Wait a minute. I'm not stupid. If you people are cheering, that means there must be someone behind m--

Jeremy Tellier is cut off as Tommy Hustle hammers him with a forearm to the back of the head! He goes down, turns a forward somersault down the ramp from the impact, and starts to pull himself to his feet, but Tommy Hustle comes over and kicks him in the midsection, hooks him, and gives him a DDT ON THE RAMP!! Jeremy Tellier goes head-first to the ramp, and his body snaps straight as he pops a good foot or two straight up in the air from the impact! Then he collapses to a limp heap on the ramp, and Tommy Hustle grabs the microphone.

T. Hustle: I ain't necessarily down with the Green Dragon, but you're just an asshole. My mama always told me, "Tommy, if you ain't got nothing nice to say, keep your trap shut." ... Now look. On behalf of my mama, and every last person up in this place who's tired of hearing your damn bullshit, I'm telling your punk ass... SHUT THE HELL UP, FOOL!!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Tommy Hustle throws the microphone down on Jeremy Tellier and stalks backstage. He didn't have any business out here, but just like everybody watching no doubt did, he was tired of Jeremy Tellier's mean-spirited verbal masturbation, and came out to shut him up!

Our next match will feature David Wright Hubbard teaming up with the Jolly Rogers to battle Lars Coverdale, Tommy Hustle, and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor. But before that happens, we've received word that there's a camera on some interesting goings-on in the cellar of the VCW Arena! Let's take a look at that!

In the Cellar...

The camera scans over the arena cellar, lit dimly by a few failing light bulbs up at the ceiling. Numerous dripping pipes hang over bare concrete steps leading down, making them slippery and treacherous, and spiderwebs are present in several corners. At the bottom of the steps, the cellar opens into a large open space at the side, with a checkerboard pattern of rusty steel grates and bare concrete as a floor. In the middle of this open space, a large banquet table is set up, covered with a tablecloth.

The camera zooms in on the table, taking in its contents in greater detail. Numerous fine dishes are placed around the table, and an extravagant silver candelabra lights up the nearby area, but there are only three chairs present: one at the head of the table, and one at either side of it. Chris Champlain is sitting at the head of the table in his dark cloak, the hood concealing most of his face, and Desmond is seated to his left. The plates in front of the three places are empty, and Chris Champlain is reading aloud from a large hardcover book.

C. Champlain: "Lowly, longly, a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the mead of the hillock lay, heartsoul dormant mid shadowed landshape, brief wallet to his side, and arm loose, by his staff of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on. His dream monologue was over, of cause, but his drama parapolylogic had yet to be, affact."

Desmond: Ooh, I think we're coming to another one of the good parts soon. ... My apologies. Please do continue.

A clacking sound of footsteps on concrete echos through the cellar, but Chris Champlain barely looks up from his book, and the camera remains focused on him as he resumes reading.

C. Champlain: Careful on the steps, now. "Most distressfully (but, my dear, how successfully!) to wail he did, his locks of a lucan tinge, quickrich, ripely rippling, unfilleted, those lashbetasselled lids on the verge of closing time..."

The footsteps continue for a few more seconds, and finally Mary Cohen steps into view, dressed in black jeans and a red sweatshirt. She stands before Chris Champlain at the table, but he continues reading for a second or two before looking up at her. When he does, he just smiles a little bit without standing up or saying anything, then puts a cloth marker in the pages of the book and sets it aside. She looks down at him for several seconds, as if expecting something, before finally speaking.

M. Cohen: Well?

C. Champlain: You have something for me. Don't you?

Mary Cohen hesitantly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a ragged, often-folded piece of paper. She carefully unfolds it and hands it to him. He looks over it, smiles, and sets it aside, then pulls back his hood.

C. Champlain: Is this what you want?

From his chair, Chris Champlain extends his hand, and Mary Cohen slowly extends a trembling hand to him. A peculiar smile spreads onto his face as he takes the hand and slowly regards it, like an exotic piece of jewelry.

C. Champlain: Very well. So that we might be formally acquainted... please allow me to introduce myself: I'm a man of wealth and taste.

Chris Champlain giggles softly to himself, then gently kisses her hand. Mary Cohen looks around nervously.

M. Cohen: What's this for? I already know who you are.

C. Champlain: Well, you're going to get to know me a great deal better. In for a penny, in for a pound. Isn't that what they always say? Of course, you haven't given me a penny, and I wouldn't expect you to. That would be horribly cruel, a man of my means asking money from a girl who has so little. But you've already given me something that's worth far more, and for that I thank you. I just want to clarify that once down this road, there's no stepping off midway. It's like a bridge over a great abyss... step off, and you'll surely fall into black emptiness.

Mary Cohen gives Chris Champlain a hesitant look.

M. Cohen: What are you talking about?

C. Champlain: That's the way it works, isn't it? You can't sell only part of your soul, right? You're either going to Heaven or Hell. You're either a honest man, or you're a criminal. A sinner or a saint. Coke or Pepsi. Good or evil. Right or wrong. True or false. Sure, they'll tell you otherwise. But when it matters, there aren't REALLY any shades of gray in the world, are there? If there were, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You don't want to know what they did to the last fellow they caught mixing Coke and Pepsi. ... People say I'M cruel, but my dear, you have NO idea.

Chris Champlain begins to crack a smile, but falls short when Mary Cohen continues giving him a look of confusion.

M. Cohen: I... guess I can see what you're saying. Sort of. Maybe.

Chris Champlain sighs, and abruptly stands up.

C. Champlain: I can see the problem. You don't see what good any of it does YOU. So let's get your attention with some immediate short-term benefits. Desmond... give me the sack.

Desmond pulls a large burlap sack from under the table, and Chris Champlain idly reaches into it and pulls out a large handful of bills, then thrusts it at Mary Cohen.

C. Champlain: There you are. I can't be bothered to count it, but I'm sure that's several hundred dollars, at least. Everything in there is twenties, fifties, and hundreds. Indulge yourself in whatever vices you can dream up: drugs and booze, I'd imagine, since you don't seem much like the type for jennies. Go ahead; you may as well get it out of your system. ... Oh, and if I ever hear of you sleeping in your car again, I'll lock you inside it and set it ablaze. Understood?

Mary Cohen looks down at the money in her hands incredulously, then places it in her pockets.

M. Cohen: Um, thank you. ... I think.

C. Champlain: It's just the beginning. Know that by making this choice, you've changed your world. The pain and misery that's been gripping you will disappear now, to be given to more worthy recipients. Hell will be unleashed. They'll scream for you. You'll scream for me. And I'll scream, you'll scream... we'll all scream for ice cream.

Desmond: I won't.

Chris Champlain shrugs.

C. Champlain: Have it your way. Perhaps it's for the best, because there's no ice cream to be had here, no matter how you might scream for it, though there's plenty of other things you might fancy. Care to join us?

M. Cohen: I... suppose so.

Mary Cohen hesitantly takes her seat at Chris Champlain's left, and Chris Champlain produces a wine bottle and three crystal glasses from beneath the table. As he pours red wine into each glass, it seems a little bit too viscous and opaque.

C. Champlain: My kind lady, I'd venture to say that if VCW was Europe, then by your actions here you've just assassinated Archduke Ferdinand. Congratulations. That calls for a toast.

Chris Champlain hands a glass to Desmond and Mary Cohen, then clinks his glass against each of theirs. They each raise them and drink, and Mary Cohen immediately makes a bitter face and spits into her glass, then quickly sets it aside. Chris Champlain takes a copious gulp from his glass and wraps an arm around Mary Cohen, then presses his mouth to hers and opens it. She squirms in his grasp, her eye open wide, as thick, red liquid spills out around corners of her mouth, trickling down her face to dribble from her chin. Finally, he pulls away, laughing softly to himself, as Mary Cohen stares at him blankly, her mouth open and her face dripping. At that point, the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

If this leads to an increase in Chris Champlain's presence in VCW, then everybody has good cause to be worried. This new bizarre friendship, if in fact you can even describe it that way, between Mary Cohen and Chris Champlain may be dangerous indeed for anyone in their way. But right now, we can't dwell on that long, because as "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath plays over the arena sound system, David Wright Hubbard storms to the ring, walking ahead of "Dastardly" Dave Adams and "The Chief of Governors" Tom Guycot, the Jolly Rogers. With them is their manager, Nurse Vivacia. They enter the ring, and Dave Adams grabs a microphone.

D. Adams: Avast, me hearties! So Jockey Oldcastle would seek a battle with the Jolly Rogers? We're always up for a battle, but considering the terms of their challenge... I'll let our ship's medic Nurse Vivacia make the call here.

Dave Adams hands the microphone off to Nurse Vivacia, and a devious smile creeps across her face.

N. Vivacia: So when you guys win, we get to dress them up in costumes? You know, at first, that sounded pretty lame to me. But then I started thinking about all of the kinky S&M gear I have laying around in the basement, and let's just say I've got a few ideas now. The only trouble is that after you beat them, Jockey Oldcastle might end up actually LIKING what we do to them, if we're not careful.

Dave Adams gives her a quizzical look.

D. Adams: Not to be saying they're a better team... but what if they beat us somehow?

Nurse Vivacia just smiles knowingly.

N. Vivacia: I'll just make sure to wear something hot to the ring that night. Half of their team won't even be able to stop drooling over me long enough to throw a punch. It's almost a handicap match. Even assuming they're smart enough to keep the big lug out of the ring, Monty Pompous has no chance at all on his own.

Tom Guycot nods, raises a pointed finger as if he has an idea, and takes the microphone from Nurse Vivacia.

T. Guycot: It will be a tale of swashbucklers and skullduggerers, worthy of rabbits, bishops, and kings! And my most sensational strategem yet will--

David Wright Hubbard suddenly steps in from the background, glaring at Tom Guycot, his patience at an end. He snatches the microphone away.

D.W. Hubbard: Shaddup before I take your head clean off, skeleton boy.

Tom Guycot slinks back into a corner of the ring and begins trying to burrow head-first into the top turnbuckle. David Wright Hubbard glares at both of the Jolly Rogers.

D.W. Hubbard: Basically, I can't stand either one of you silly bastards. There's only one damn reason I'm here, and that's because I know that lousy son of a bitch Lars Coverdale's here, and I'm gonna get my hands on him on more time before our Strap Match at Deck the Halls. So I expect you two sorry bastards not to screw it up for me, or else you might get your asses whipped. Understand?

"Dastardly" Dave Adams and Tom Guycot both nod in quick agreement. And then "Scarface (Push It To The Limit)" by Paul Engemann begins playing, heralding the arrival of Lars Coverdale, with partners Tommy Hustle and Russel "The Muscle" Taylor! We just saw Tommy Hustle not long ago, putting Jeremy Tellier in his place, but now he's here for six-man tag team action! They jog to the ring, touching the hands of fans in the aisles, but then Lars Coverdale breaks into a sprint, slides into the ring, and pops up to unload on David Wright Hubbard with a series of big right hands! Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that brings this match to a start!

Jolly Rogers & David Wright Hubbard
w/Nurse Vivacia

vs.

Lars Coverdale, Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, & Tommy Hustle

Lars Coverdale, Russel Taylor, and Tommy Hustle hold the advantage for most of the beginning portions of the match, with their energy and quickness overwhelming their opponents. The power of Russel "The Muscle" Taylor compliments his partners nicely, wearing down the opponents with big moves. But from the outside, Nurse Vivacia trips Lars Coverdale after several minutes, and the Jolly Rogers and David Wright Hubbard take advantage of that to isolate him and work him over. David Wright Hubbard insists on being in the ring most of the time, unloading on Lars Coverdale with his crushing offense, and despite a few attempted comebacks, David Wright Hubbard and the Jolly Rogers manage to keep Lars Coverdale from making the tag for a few minutes.

But when David Wright Hubbard and Lars Coverdale manage to connect with a lariat and superkick on each other, respectively, at the same time, they're both knocked down for several seconds. David Wright Hubbard makes the tag to Dave Adams, but Lars Coverdale tags in Russel "The Muscle" Taylor, who comes in and starts cleaning house. A giant pier-six brawl breaks out, and as the Jolly Rogers are overwhelmed in the frenzy, Nurse Vivacia begins distracting Brendan Powers! Tom Guycot grabs a chair from the outside and charges Lars Coverdale with it, but Lars Coverdale ducks and Tom Guycot hits David Wright Hubbard with the chair, knocking him out of the ring to the floor! Tom Guycot turns to Lars Coverdale again, but gets the chair knocked back into his face by a SUPERKICK!!

Tom Guycot goes down and rolls out of the ring, and as he and David Wright Hubbard get up, Lars Coverdale and Tommy Hustle launch themselves out over the top rope onto them with stereo PESCADO BODYPRESSES!! Both opponents go down, and in the ring, Russel Taylor rolls his shoulder, pats his elbow, crosses himself, and calls out to the heavens as "Dastardly" Dave Adams starts to stand up! Dave Adams turns and staggers toward Russel Taylor, and Russel runs at him and leaps, catching him square in the face with the MIRACLE ELBOW SMASH!! Dave Adams drops like a sack of lead, Russel Taylor covers, and gets three!

Lars Coverdale, Russel Taylor, and Tommy Hustle defeated The Jolly Rogers and David Wright Hubbard when Russel the Muscle pinned Dastardly Dave with the Miracle Elbow Smash in 0:09:52.
Rating: ** 1/4

The crowd cheers loudly, and Lars Coverdale and Tommy Hustle climb into the ring to celebrate with Russel Taylor on the inside for a few seconds. Soon, all three of them begin heading backstage, touching hands with the fans, but back at ringside, their opponents are recovering! The Jolly Rogers appear to be in a rather sorry state, but David Wright Hubbard looks more angry than truly hurt! He goes over to Tom Guycot and starts yelling at him, and Tom Guycot backs up, protesting, but then David Wright Hubbard kicks him in the midsection, grabs him, and throws him shoulder-first into the steel ringpost!

Dave Adams looks on from inside the ring, still groggy and unsure as to what to do, but David Wright Hubbard turns to him next and slides into the ring! Dave Adams begins stomping and kicking at him, but David Wright Hubbard shrugs all that off, grabs Dave Adams, and whips him into a corner of the ring! Dave Adams hits the turnbuckles back-first and staggers out, and David Wright Hubbard rushes him and CUTS HIM DOWN with a huge lariat! Nurse Vivacia seems distraught, watching this from the outside, but knows better than to get involved. Fortunately, David Wright Hubbard doesn't stick around to inflict more abuse; he's just stalking backstage with an angry look on his face. And we're going to head backstage as well, to look in on Virginia and Sadako Momotani, who will face Melissa DelArmeggio and the Pink Kitten after this next match! Let's look in...

Backstage...

Virginia is hanging around in a dressing room backstage with Sadako Momotani and Lady Erica Whitmore. Virginia and Sadako Momotani are both dressed to wrestle, but Virginia is leaning against the wall, talking to Lady Erica Whitmore.

Virginia: So, y'know, sorry about the whole "messing with you and sometimes trying to rip your clothes off" thing I did back in DeJohnnyration X. I was a different person then. Childish, you know, and... immature.

Lady Erica Whitmore slowly smiles.

L.E. Whitmore: Clearly, we've all come a long way from those days. I can tell you've matured greatly--

As Lady Erica Whitmore speaks, Virginia cranes her neck to look at something in the corner.

Virginia: Hold up, is that what I think it is?

Virginia goes to the corner of the room and finds a paper dish full of nacho chips covered in cheese, salsa, ground beef, and sour cream resting there.

Virginia: Whoa, sweet! Nachos on the floor! This rules!!

Virginia picks up the dish and begins happily munching on the nachos, and talks with her mouth full when she speaks.

Virginia: Anyway, sorry to interrupt you. Go on.

L.E. Whitmore: What was I saying? Oh, yes... that you've... eh, matured greatly... um...

Lady Erica Whitmore trails off and frowns.

L.E. Whitmore: Never mind. I'm simply pleased that Sadako Momotani has a worthy partner tonight. You're a former SJW World Tag Team Champion; I'm confident you'll work splendidly with her.

Virginia: Oh, yeah. No sweat.

Virginia notices Lady Erica Whitmore staring at her as she eats the nachos, and seems to realize something.

Virginia: Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You'll have to forgive me, I didn't realize how poor my manners were, and what a boorish pig I was being. ... You want any of these?

Lady Erica Whitmore grimaces and steps back.

L.E. Whitmore: That's... quite all right, thank you.

Suddenly, all three of them look over as the door opens and Chris Champlain and Desmond walk in. Virginia gives them an angry glare.

Virginia: Hey, asshole, great job in the match with Pauline and Quinn Harper last week. Oh, WAIT... you weren't THERE for the match, so I had to do it all by myself! How silly of me to forget.

C. Champlain: I seem to recall you told your last partner to stand on the apron and stay out of your way. I simply thought to do one better and stay out of the match so as not to get in your way. But no hard feelings. You're not the one I'm here to see.

Chris Champlain turns to Lady Erica Whitmore.

C. Champlain: My dear Erica. It's been too long!

Lady Erica Whitmore backs up nervously.

L.E. Whitmore: You keep your distance.

Sadako Momotani steps in front of Lady Erica Whitmore, between her and Chris Champlain and Desmond. Desmond simply laughs and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Desmond: Don't be ridiculous. Really, now.

Sadako Momotani stares fearlessly into Desmond's eyes, but doesn't resist as he guides her to one side, allowing Chris Champlain to step closer to Lady Erica Whitmore.

C. Champlain: Really, Erica. We've had such FUN together in the past. Do you recall Valentine's Day, nearly two years ago? Or perhaps Spontaneous Combustion, one year ago?

Lady Erica Whitmore backs into a corner, staring fearfully at Chris Champlain.

L.E. Whitmore: For the love of God, Chris... what do you want?

C. Champlain: Nothing for the love of God, thank you. Things have been done in His name that make even me squeamish. But for the love of Mary I would have you remember your manners and apologize for some unkind things you've said recently.

L.E. Whitmore: What the hell are you talking about?

C. Champlain: You've been schooled in etiquette since you were a little girl, my dear. It would serve you well to remember that courtesy is for everybody. You never know who might take offense, and who might be a maniac that would seek to do unmentionable things to you. And if anything were to happen to you, my dear... it's REALLY too bad that you don't have government health care here in the colonies. Because after your throat's been cut and your skull fractured, and your bright, pretty blood runs out onto the ground and the cute little embers of anguish and horror in your eyes flicker away, and you slip into a coma... what do you think they'll do to a woman of means like yourself, a young woman who's never thought it necessary to draw up a living will?

My dear, they'll strap you to a machine and keep you alive until they've bled every last CENT from your estate with medical bills. THEN they'll let you die soon enough. It's not some generous Christian ethic that creates such rabid opposition to euthanasia and the right to die here; no, it's simply the knowledge that it would prevent a great many doctors from dabbling in real estate. The point, if you've followed me this far, is simple: mind your manners, or someday there'll be nothing that remains of you but a rotting corpse and a newly-acquired block of apartment buildings in some doctor's possession.

L.E. Whitmore: So... in plain terms, w-what is it that you want from me?

C. Champlain: A letter of apology to Mary Cohen for your rudeness to her several weeks past. Handwritten. Signed in blood.

Lady Erica Whitmore tries to shrink back further into the corner.

L.E. Whitmore: That's... I... fine! I'll have it ready by Deck the Halls! I-in the meantime, we have an important match in a few minutes.

Chris Champlain nods and steps back.

C. Champlain: Very well. Allowing that you're not one of the primary offenders in this matter... that will be sufficient. ... Let us go.

Chris Champlain turns and walks out of the room, but Desmond lingers and smiles at Virginia.

Desmond: I told him to go easy on you. I remember a fun evening that Melissa and I had together, buying your magazine and looking at all of the dirty pictures of you... so I have a soft spot for you.

Virginia: Um... that's cool, I guess. ... Care for some nachos?

Desmond: No, thank you. I've already eaten.

Desmond turns and walks out of the room, and lets the door close behind him. When it does, Lady Erica Whitmore turns angrily to the other two women.

L.E. Whitmore: Why didn't either of you get those maniacs off of me and beat them senseless!?

Virginia shrugs and takes a bite of her nachos.

Virginia: That would have pissed 'em off. Now, they're leaving, and they're not pissed. Good for us, right?

L.E. Whitmore: A-and now I have to write a letter to that miserable Mary Cohen... signed in blood!

Virginia: Hey, chill. Nobody ever said it had to be your own blood. Next time somebody juices, run out there and dip a pen in it. Or better yet, want me to run out in the hall and bust some asshole open for you real quick?

L.E. Whitmore: Th-that's quite all right. Just... focus on preparing for your match.

Virginia: Already done.

Virginia goes back to eating the nachos, and the camera fades out on the whole backstage scene.

And we're headed straight to our next match now! "Jump" by Van Halen begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by La Princesa Lobo! He swaggers to the ring, looking cocky and arrogant, but the fact is that he's going into one of the biggest matches of his career. He'll be facing Troy Black, who has held the VCW World Title, the VCW Intercontinental Title, and the VCW World Tag Team Titles on multiple occasions, who may very well be the best all-around competitor in VCW's history! All that seems lost on Hasan Gilden as he climbs into the ring and continues showboating for the crowd.

But then "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as Troy Black comes out of the backstage entrance! He stalks to the ring, barely noticing Hasan Gilden or the crowd, and climbs inside. He stands in a corner of the ring, staring off into space, as Hasan Gilden stalks around and stretches on the ropes, loosening up to fight. This may be one of Hasan Gilden's key advantages; not only is Troy Black not as large or perhaps physically strong as Hasan Gilden, he's also surely looking ahead to Lance Errington and his match at Deck the Halls. About the only chance Hasan Gilden has is to overpower Troy Black and break him down before he gets his head in the match! Jerry Rogers enters the ring and calls for the bell, and this match is underway!

"Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden
w/La Princesa Lobo

vs.

Troy Black

Hasan Gilden comes on strong, backing Troy Black into the ropes with a series of hard right hands, then whips him to the other side! Troy Black comes off, and Hasan Gilden goes for a clothesline, but Troy Black ducks under it and comes off the other side to knock Hasan Gilden down with a huge jumping clothesline! Hasan Gilden gets back up, but staggers forward into a THROAT JAB!! He goes down again, clutching his throat, and Troy Black hauls him up, kicks him in the midsection, and brings him down with the DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Hasan Gilden doesn't flip over with the impact, though, so Troy Black rolls him over, then climbs to the top turnbuckle, raises a fist, and leaps off to nail him with the BLACK DAGGER!! The crowd cheers, and Troy Black covers him, hooks a leg, and gets the three count!

Troy Black pinned Hasan Gilden with the Black Dagger in 0:00:49.
Rating: 1/2*

"Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden rolls out of the ring, clutching at his throat, and begins staggering backstage with La Princesa Lobo at his side. He was just dismantled in short order, and now he's getting out of here! But Troy Black remains in the ring, and in fact grabs a microphone to speak.

T. Black: Last week, I didn't have any problem with putting myself in harm's way, with diverting Desmond's attention from Melissa to me. I don't regret it even for a second, and I'd do it again if I had the chance.

The crowd gives a small, puzzled round of cheers. Desmond absolutely destroyed Troy Black last week, to the point where it's amazing that he's even here and able to compete tonight!

T. Black: I paid a price for it, though. I just have to be pleased that this match was over as quickly as it was, because I don't know if I could have survived a longer fight. Doctors are telling me that it's time to call it a career, that to get in the ring with Lance Errington and take the beating that I know I will is bordering on suicide. ... But honestly, at this point, the only thing that worries me is that with the tips of my fingers being numb, I can't be certain my fists are clenched as tightly as I want them to be when I beat Lance Errington within an INCH of his miserable life.

Troy Black smiles weakly and looks around at the crowd, which offers another small, confused cheer.

T. Black: I have a lot to think about where Gabriel's concerned. I still remember too well what I allowed myself to do to him at Wrestlewar III, and I hate it. But where Lance Errington's concerned, I don't have any doubt in my mind. He's using me, and more importantly, he's using MELISSA, for his mind games in the name of some selfish, personal agenda to raise his standing with my brother Gabriel. Last week, when he ABANDONED her in the face of real danger... that became abundantly clear. But as savage and brutal as Desmond is, when Lance comes face-to-face with me at Deck the Halls... he'll find himself in danger that's EXPONENTIALLY greater than anything Desmond could have done to him.

The crowd cheers, but then "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater begins playing, and Lance Errington walks out of the backstage entrance, dressed in a sporty Italian silk suit! The crowd boos loudly, but he's coming out alone, with a grave look on his face! Troy Black just stands there, staring a hole through him, and Lance Errington grabs a microphone and cautiously steps into the ring.

L. Errington: Troy, I made a TERRIBLE mistake last week. It was thoughtless and short-sighted, and I'll never forgive myself. The only difference is that unlike you, it didn't take me half a year to realize it. I realize what a terrible, careless act I committed by leaving you alone to protect Melissa from Desmond. And I SWEAR, to you and Melissa... I swear to GOD HIMSELF, on my SOUL, that the next time Melissa needs me, I'll be there. I won't leave her again. I LOVE her. And if Desmond or anyone else ever wants to terrorize her again, it'll literally be OVER... MY... DEAD... BODY.

Lance Errington looks intensely into Troy Black's eyes, and after several seconds, Troy Black just shakes his head.

T. Black: I have one problem with that. ... I don't BELIEVE you.

The crowd cheers, and Lance Errington looks around for a second, then down at the mat. After a few seconds, he looks up at Troy Black solemnly and raises the microphone.

L. Errington: That doesn't matter. Melissa DOES believe me, and THAT's what matters. You think you were gonna win her back from me? You think you were gonna play hero and jump in front of the train for her last week, then show up this Sunday, take me out, and suddenly she's yours again? She HATES you, Troy. Just like your family, just like anyone who's ever spent any length of time around you. How long did it take FALCON to find out what a piece of shit you were, Troy? That's right, I said it. He was so DISGUSTED with you that he threw away his career live on pay-per-view just so he'd NEVER have to see you again!

Or what about Tony Garcia, huh? You reel him in, telling him that you're not like Gabriel, that you'll give him the opportunity he deserved. Well, you're right... you're NOT like Gabriel, because you turned on him and ENDED his CAREER just for holding you to your word! And what about Amy Lin? She found out what a repulsive excuse for a human being you were, and she RAN back to Toronto to get back with her OTHER broken-necked boyfriend, the pathetic old man who earned a pity title reign by washing Strahd's car! And here you think you can claim the moral high ground with me and tell me you don't believe me, when Melissa and I and everyone else KNOW just what an insincere, two-faced, miserable WASTE of HUMAN LIFE that you are!!

The crowd boos, and Troy Black and Lance Errington exchange an intense stare for a few seconds before Lance Errington speaks again.

L. Errington: But in spite of that, as Gabriel said, we're willing to offer you clemency. You have a way out. The doctors say it's time for you to retire? Here's a thought... LISTEN to them. Don't make me or Gabriel step in and do what must be done. Because if you force me, I'll do it. You think I'm afraid of you, saying you'll hurt me worse than Desmond would have? I'm a lot of things, Troy, but I'm not a coward. I stared down the Grave Digger--you know, the big guy who beat you even when you had Tony Garcia carrying your dead weight? I fought him, I didn't back down, and when the dust cleared, I BEAT his ASS. You won't frighten me away. The best thing you can do right now... is just go home.

Troy Black raises his microphone again.

T. Black: I can't. Not yet. You say everyone hates me, and I suppose they have a right and reason to. I don't need to be forgiven. But I need to know, even if it's just in my own mind, that I didn't leave things the way they were after I ruined them. I need to know that I did SOMETHING to set things right. And if that something is taking you out so you can't use Melissa in your mind games any longer... then so be it.

L. Errington: You can believe anything you want to, Troy. But back in the real world, life will go on. And fifteen or twenty years later, when Melissa and I are happily married with a family, with successful careers behind us, there'll never be any QUESTION whether we did the right thing. In fact, when we look back on this time, when Gabriel and I saved everyone in this profession from ever having to deal with your manipulative backstabbing again, I think we'll see that it was the greatest moment in our careers, greater than any title belt or personal achievement, because we'll know it changed countless lives for the better. You're a DISEASE in the business of professional wrestling, Troy... and the Unholy Alliance is the cure. You're finished, Troy. You just don't know it yet.

Lance Errington stares at Troy Black for several seconds, then finally pulls himself away with a disgusted expression and leaves the ring to head backstage, as Troy Black stares after him the whole way. The feelings here are running at an all-time level of intensity. These two guys HATE each other, and come Deck the Halls, we're no doubt going to see some serious damage done!

But right now, we're going to have to cut away from this emotionally intense situation as it winds down, and go to one that promises to be somewhat more lighthearted. Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera, who'll be taking on Monty Pompous and "The Brontosaurus of Love" Jockey Oldcastle in tag team action in our next match! Let's take a look at that now!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera. Both of them are dressed to wrestle, Brian Rivera is wearing a bright purple wifebeater over an orange long-sleeved shirt, with a pair of Hawaiian print swimming trunks, a thick gold chain with a mid-sized wrench hanging from it, and his usual purple Nike high-tops. Marylin Silvera's simply wearing his usual red tights and lavender blouse.

Z. Adderloaf: Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera, I have to give you credit: we could be looking at the Rivera-Silvera Era of VCW's tag team division. You've been on a heck of a streak lately, with victories in the big four-way match in Florida several weeks ago, and wins against the Unholy Alliance, the Jolly Rogers, and the Tough Customers in recent weeks. Tonight, you face the Knights of the Squared Circle. Do you think your success will continue?

B. Rivera: Hell yeah, Ziggy! Me and my homeboy Marylin, we been kicking asses and winning matches for a long time now, and we got one big thing on our minds now. We're looking at the Ontario Colour Show, and I can tell you this, bubba: they're damn good wrestlers. Not only that, but Marylin, he thinks their tights is pretty. Well, they the one team we ain't beat yet, and--

Z. Adderloaf: That's not exactly true. I don't remember either of you ever earning a victory over Monty Pompous or Jockey Oldcastle, who are your opponents tonight.

B. Rivera: Yeah, well... that's finna change tonight, homie. Tell 'em, Marylin.

Marylin Silvera bats his eyelashes at the camera, then smiles.

M. Silvera: Jockey Oldcastle... the Brontosaurus of Love? I think not. My seductive, serpentine embrace is sexually superior to yours. And while Monty Pompous has... tittilating assets, to be sure, I'll not let pleasure interfere with business tonight. All good things will come in the end. A victory tonight is a stepping stone to the golden peak of perfection, the VCW World Tag Team Titles... and when the Unholy Alliance desires a title shot after we obtain those belts, I'll happily oblige. I'll make it no secret... being in the ring with Jacob Idol again tempts me. ... I just hope he likes it rough.

B. Rivera: Damn right, my friend. All the kids, the little homies up in elementary school, running around the playground playing freeze tag and kickball, drinking forties and shit... they all starting to call me the Abacus, because you CAN COUNT ON ME. You hear that? Knights of the Squared Circle, you HEAR THAT? Ontario Colour Show, you HEAR THAT? You finna throw down with the original hip-hop hillbilly! I be doing drive-bys on John Deere tractors, growing chronic up in the motherfucking soybean patch, and all that ILL SHIT! The B-R and the M-S finna GET this thing ON! Dropping PLATES on yo ass, BITCH!!

Brian Rivera makes some sort of bizarre gang sign with his hands, then walks off the camera barking like a dog, as Marylin Silvera walks after him. Ziggy Adderloaf shrugs, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

"Tziganne" by Bozzio, Levin, and Stevens begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos as "The Brontosaurus of Love" Jockey Oldcastle and Monty Pompous, two of the Knights of the Squared Circle, stroll out of the backstage entrance and begin walking to the ring. We heard from them earlier, when they challenged the Jolly Rogers, but now we'll see them in tag team action! They climb into the ring, and Monty Pompous quickly undresses from his swashbuckler clothes, leaving himself in his wrestling trunks, boots, and kneepads.

And then "What'chu Lookin' At?" by Uncle Kracker begins playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera come out of the backstage entrance and begin walking to the ring, touching the hands of the fans as they go! They climb into the ring and pose for the crowd, then step down to prepare for the match. Bobcat McGavin enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that gets things underway!

Brian Rivera & Marylin Silvera

vs.

Knights of the Squared Circle ("The Brontosaurus of Love" Jockey Oldcastle & Monty Pompous)

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera do a good job early on at keeping their larger, stronger opponents from getting the upper hand. At the same time, they entertain the crowd, with Brian Rivera hitting his goofy-looking jiggy punches on his opponents while Marylin Silvera makes Monty Pompous uncomfortable by flirting with him and making sexual gestures. The Knights of the Squared Circle eventually take control of Marylin Silvera when, in the course of his taunts, he leaves himself open to a cheap shot, and begin to work him over. They control him for a few minutes with power offense, with Monty Pompous naturally doing the bulk of the work.

But eventually, Marylin Silvera counters an attempt at the Swashbuckler with a jawbreaker, then manages to tag in Brian Rivera as Monty Pompous tags in Jockey Oldcastle. Brian Rivera comes in, all fired up, and begins cleaning house on both Knights of the Squared Circle with fast, energetic offense! After a four-man brawl, Monty Pompous is dumped to the outside, and Jockey Oldcastle is left alone with Brian Rivera, who manages to bring him down, then goes up to the top turnbuckle, yells "I'M GOING PLATINUM!" and hits his flying legdrop! He covers for a near fall, then pulls Jockey Oldcastle up and gives him the BITCH SLAP!! The crowd goes crazy, and Brian Rivera covers, but Jockey Oldcastle kicks out WITH AUTHORITY at two!

Brian Rivera looks dismayed as Jockey Oldcastle gets up, roars angrily, and advances on him while wagging a finger scoldingly! Brian Rivera unloads on Jockey Oldcastle with three big right hands, but he just absorbs them like a bloated punching bag! In desperation, Brian Rivera runs into the ropes and comes off with a cross bodypress, but Jockey Oldcastle catches him and DRILLS him to the mat with a powerslam! Meanwhile, Marylin Silvera's embroiled in a fierce brawl with Monty Pompous on the outside of the ring, but a portion of the crowd cheers, because at that moment Nurse Vivacia walks out of the backstage entrance, carrying a platter with a tall mug of ale on it and wearing a VERY skimpy medieval-style serving wench outfit!

Jockey Oldcastle pulls himself up slowly, breathing heavily, then backs into the ropes and lumbers forward, and leaps up to come crashing down on Brian Rivera with the BIG SPLASH!! He just squashed him under four hundred pounds! Instead of staying on him for the cover, though, Jockey Oldcastle gets up and wipes his sweaty brow, stopping to catch his breath! As he does, Nurse Vivacia climbs up on the apron with the ale and beckons to him with her finger! Jockey Oldcastle comes over, smiling like a lovestruck goon, and Nurse Vivacia says something to him. He takes the ale, raises the glass, and tilts it back to quench his thirst... but Brian Rivera stirs behind him, then crawls from behind and rolls him up suddenly! The ale sloshes over Jockey Oldcastle's face, and he squirms frantically, but is unable to kick out aas Bobcat McGavin goes down and counts three!

Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera defeated The Knights of the Squared Circle (Monty Pompous and Jockey Oldcastle) when Rivera pinned Oldcastle after a roll-up in 0:10:31.
Rating: **

Nurse Vivacia steps down from the apron, giggling at the spectacle in the ring as she backs up the aisle, but Jockey Oldcastle simply crawls out of the ring and stares at her, then begins waddling up the aisle after her, still looking smitten with love! He just lost the match, and he doesn't even seem to care! Monty Pompous breaks away from his brawl with Marylin Silvera to rush after them, and in that sequence they all go backstage! Meanwhile, Brian Rivera wearily pulls himself up and grabs a microphone.

B. Rivera: Hell yeah, fool! Rivera and Silvera kick it into high gear once again in Frisco, baby! Where my dogs at!?

Brian Rivera holds up the microphone, and some people in the crowd bark like dogs for him. At his side, Marylin Silvera joins him in the ring.

B. Rivera: That's cool. But you know something? It's about time me and my homeboy Marylin be sporting some bling-bling up in here, you got me!? It's about time we be decked out in some big, fancy gold and shit! Like the VCW World Tag Team Titles! Ontario Colour Show... we's challenging YOU two fools to put the titles up at Deck the Halls, and we're coming for you!

The crowd cheers, but then boos start when "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin kicks on over the arena sound system, and Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Jasmina Chastity. They both have microphones as well, and Rob Solomon raises his first.

R. Solomon: Y'know, maybe you'd better just wait your turn, because last I checked the Ontario Colour Show hadn't given us a return match after we went thirty minutes with them at the last pay-per-view.

B. Rivera: Yeah? That's because you didn't get the JOB DONE, fool! See, it ain't gonna take us no thirty minutes to win those titles, bubba! We're gonna be on them two boys like ants on a sugar pot, my friend!

J. Idol: Really... don't be ridiculous. I beat Owen Addison. Then WE beat three other teams in one night to earn a title shot. And if you think that some dumbass redneck gangster, and... and... that FREAK you call your tag team partner are on the same level as us... you're wrong.

B. Rivera: I ain't some dumbass redneck gangster, fool. I'm one dope-ass, high-flying, lady-killing, mack daddy redneck gangster!! You best believe that! And my homeboy here ain't no freak. See, once you get to know Marylin, you understand, he's just a normal guy who dresses like a butterfly. And we ain't about to...

Hold it, "War Machine" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd cheers as Bass Rogers and "The Star Player" Darren Michaels come out of the backstage entrance! Bass Rogers just walks right up to Jacob Idol and snatches his microphone away! Jacob Idol starts to advance on him, but Bass Rogers raises the microphone...

B. Rogers: You ain't gonna do nothing about it, so step down and shut up before I kick your ass!

The crowd cheers, and Jacob Idol actually backs off.

B. Rogers: Now, I don't see how you can talk about title shots and leave out the biggest, baddest bastards in the whole tag team division. We beat the champs a few weeks back, and that's something I don't see any of you punks doing!

B. Rivera: Now don't you go and stick your nose in this, Big Dirty. We already beat you chumps! Last time I saw something like you, it was roasted over a fire with an apple in its mouth, so shut the hell up!

The crowd cheers, and Bass Rogers looks enraged, but then "Achilles Last Stand" by Led Zeppelin comes on over the arena sound system! The crowd cheers as Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, the Ontario Colour Show, the VCW World Tag Team Champions, step out of the backstage entrance! Both the Tough Customers and Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon take a few steps back as they watch them carefully. Owen Addison looks around at all of them and smiles slightly.

O. Addison: You know, it's pretty convenient that you're all out here, because I'm looking at this, and I see an opportunity to kill three birds with one stone.

P. Canyon: For a long time now, there's been an issue in VCW about whether or not we're really the BEST team in this company. And I've gotta agree with my partner... this looks like a big chance to settle that issue.

O. Addison: We're not afraid to put the titles up under any circumstances... so at Deck the Halls, make it a Four Way Dance, elimination rules... last team left walks out with the titles. Bring it on, and when we emerge from the carnage with the belts still around our waists, it'll prove that we still deserve to wear these titles for a long time to come.

Wow! All three of these teams will challenge for the titles at once, in a Four Way Dance! The Ontario Colour Show is determined to defend those titles in style at Deck the Halls! All three of the other teams look satisfied with that, but they're all looking warily at their opponents. It'll be a tough challenge for everyone, not just the Ontario Colour Show, but whoever walks out of that match with the titles will have a strong claim to being the best tag team in VCW, no questions asked!

But right now, we're going to see tag team action of a very different sort, as Melissa DelArmeggio and the Pink Kitten team up to face Virginia and Sadako Momotani! Before we see that match, we're going to take a look backstage at Melissa DelArmeggio and the Pink Kitten as they prepare to head to the ring!

Backstage...

Melissa DelArmeggio is in a dressing room backstage with the Pink Kitten, just finishing the process of tying her boots. She stands up and smiles at the Pink Kitten.

M. DelArmeggio: All right, you ready for this, Yuri?

P. Kitten: I guess so.

M. DelArmeggio: I'm really pumped up. Me and you, standing together again, fighting for what we know is right in our hearts... it's just like it was this summer, except now I'm a stronger and better person. We're gonna go out there tonight and make a big statement.

P. Kitten: But... I don't feel right about this. Christina's not here, and it seems strange to be your partner when in just six days you're going to fight her--

Melissa DelArmeggio puts a hand on the Pink Kitten's shoulder.

M. DelArmeggio: Yuri... I've told you, she's not really your friend. She's using you.

P. Kitten: Like the Unholy Alliance is using you? Like Lance Errington is?

Melissa DelArmeggio steps back in shock.

M. DelArmeggio: Yuri! It's not like that! They're my friends! ... At least, I think they are.

Melissa DelArmeggio sighs and looks down at the floor.

M. DelArmeggio: I can't help but worry, I guess. I'm starting to get a little cynical and paranoid. Being stabbed in the back half a dozen times'll do that to a person. But one thing's for sure, Yuri. You can trust me. I'd never turn my back on you. I never betray my friends.

Melissa DelArmeggio comes forward and hugs the Pink Kitten tightly, then turns to the door and lets her go.

M. DelArmeggio: Keep that in mind out there. We've got a tough match ahead of us. ... Let's do this.

Melissa DelArmeggio walks out of the room, and after a moment's hesitation, the Pink Kitten follows her. After that, the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

We're back! "No Remorse" by Metallica begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd boos loudly as Sadako Momotani and Virginia begin walking out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by a rather nervous, tentative Lady Erica Whitmore. Sadako Momotani has her usual grim focus etched on her face, while Virginia seems rather laid-back and apathetic. They enter the ring, and Sadako Momotani stands back and looks down the aisle emotionlessly while Virginia raises a fist in the air and yells, then leans against the ropes.

But then "Sad But True" by Metallica begins playing, and the crowd offers a mixed reaction as Melissa DelArmeggio and the Pink Kitten come out of the backstage entrance! The Pink Kitten comes out and begins touching the hands of the fans, and Melissa DelArmeggio follows suit, appearing to be similarly cheerful. They make their way to the ring, and Melissa DelArmeggio puts an arm around the Pink Kitten's waist and helps her up onto the apron, then quickly steps up with her and holds the ropes open for her. The Pink Kitten enters the ring and goes up to one of the second turnbuckles to pose to the crowd, and Melissa DelArmeggio comes up behind her and points to her, then begins applauding and encouraging the crowd to do likewise.

The Pink Kitten steps down, and consults with Melissa DelArmeggio as both of them warily look across the ring at Sadako Momotani and Virginia. Virginia steps forward, cracks her knuckles, and smiles at the Pink Kitten, then extends a finger to beckon her forward. Melissa DelArmeggio quickly steps between them, saying something to Virginia, but the Pink Kitten puts a hand on her shoulder and shakes her head, and Melissa backs up to allow her to begin the match. Harold Brusco enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that begins the match!

Sadako Momotani & Virginia
w/Lady Erica Whitmore

vs.

Melissa DelArmeggio & Pink Kitten

The Pink Kitten uses her quickness and small size to stay out of Virginia's grasp and confound her with hit and run offense early in the match, and a frustrated Virginia tags out. Sadako Momotani comes in and falters for a few minutes, but then takes control and begins working the Pink Kitten over and brutalizing her. Melissa DelArmeggio quickly becomes upset, standing on the apron, and when Harold Brusco goes to admonish Sadako Momotani for biting, Melissa DelArmeggio jumps off of the apron, grabs a chair, and goes around the ring to whack Virginia across the back with it! Virginia falls to the floor and drops to her hands and knees, and Lady Erica Whitmore begins trying to call Harold Brusco's attention to her, but Melissa drops the chair, goes over to Lady Erica Whitmore, and lays her out with a closed fist to the face!

Harold Brusco turns to question Melissa DelArmeggio and order her back to her corner, but Sadako Momotani's attention is also drawn away from the match! She says something angry that the cameras don't pick up, and Melissa DelArmeggio comes forward, grabs her ankles, and pulls her out under the bottom rope! Sadako Momotani lashes out at her, but Melissa DelArmeggio returns fire, and the two trade blows until Harold Brusco orders Melissa DelArmeggio to return to her corner more firmly. She does, but by now the Pink Kitten has recovered enough to make the tag, and when Sadako Momotani comes back in, Melissa DelArmeggio's the legal woman and waiting for her!

Melissa DelArmeggio takes control of Sadako Momotani with a nice power moves, noticably slowing the match down. With her experience, Sadako Momotani retakes the advantage after a few minutes. As always, the assault that Sadako Momotani unleashes rides the fine line between effectiveness and torture. But her sadistic offense doesn't seem to faze Melissa as much as it did the Pink Kitten, so Sadako Momotani tags in Virginia, who's somewhat more effective at wearing Melissa down by using raw physical force. The two of them trade off, keeping Melissa DelArmeggio isolated and exploiting her lack of counter-wrestling ability to maintain the advantage.

Virginia takes the greatest toll on Melissa DelArmeggio, wearing her down with rest holds and clubbing blows that bump her around the ring, exploiting her power advantage. Sadako Momotani, however, is instrumental in maintaining the advantage with her skill, anticipating and cutting off Melissa DelArmeggio’s attempts at counter-attacking and making a comeback. Though they can’t seem to break Melissa’s nerve, they’re perfectly content to beat her to a pulp, and the Pink Kitten begins to show some concern. After some time, Sadako Momotani gives Melissa DelArmeggio the Death Valley Driver for a near-fall, then tags in Virginia in frustration. Virginia hits a spinebuster on Melissa DelArmeggio for another near fall, but when she goes for the Virgin Sacrifice, Melissa DelArmeggio slips out behind her, then hits the Back Brain Kick!!

Virginia collapses like a felled tree, but Melissa DelArmeggio is slow to get moving again as well. Both of them get up, and Virginia cuts Melissa DelArmeggio off with a kick, then whips her to the ropes! Melissa DelArmeggio comes off, ducks under a clothesline, then runs into the ropes on the opposite side and comes off to kick Virginia square in the face! Virginia staggers back, then shakes it off and charges, and Melissa DelArmeggio grabs her coming in and takes her to the mat with an impressive POWERSLAM!! The crowd cheers, and Melissa DelArmeggio staggers to her corner and tags in the Pink Kitten!

The Pink Kitten comes in with a barrage of fast-paced offense that takes Virginia down a few more times, and when Sadako Momotani comes in, the Pink Kitten directs the energetic assault her way as well! Melissa DelArmeggio comes back in to even up the odds, and the match breaks down into a chaotic scramble. After a few minutes of fast-paced action, Melissa DelArmeggio and the Pink Kitten manage to dump Sadako Momotani to the outside, and then take Virginia down with a double belly-to-back suplex! With Virginia down, the Pink Kitten goes to the top turnbuckle and comes off onto her with a FLYING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!! But then, she steps out of the way as Melissa DelArmeggio goes up top and comes off with the FROG SPLASH!!

Melissa DelArmeggio rolls off to allow the Pink Kitten to go for the cover, but at two Sadako Momotani reaches out of the ring and pulls the Pink Kitten out by the ankle! She takes her head-first into the apron, then climbs up on the apron and begins to enter the ring, but Melissa DelArmeggio comes over and grabs her by the throat! She lifts Sadako Momotani, then drives her down with a CHOKESLAM TO THE FLOOR!! The crowd cheers loudly, and begins a chant of "VCW!" but the cheers die quickly when Virginia stands up, whirls Melissa DelArmeggio around, kicks her in the midsection, then hoists her and drops her with the VIRGIN SACRIFICE!! But as Virginia's getting up from giving Melissa DelArmeggio the Virgin Sacrifice, the Pink Kitten's up and climbing to the top turnbuckle! Virginia turns around, and turns right into a FLYING DROPKICK!! She goes down, the Pink Kitten crawls across her, and Harold Brusco counts to three! Melissa DelArmeggio and the Pink Kitten are victorious!

Melissa DelArmeggio and The Pink Kitten defeated Virginia and Sadako Momotani when Kitten pinned Virginia with the Flying Dropkick in 0:13:44.
Rating: ***

The crowd cheers, and Virginia rolls out of the ring to join Sadako Momotani and Lady Erica Whitmore in retreating. Back in the ring, Melissa DelArmeggio stands up and raises the Pink Kitten's hands with a big smile on her face, then pulls her close and gives her a big hug and a small kiss on the cheek. The Pink Kitten smiles shyly and turns away, but suddenly, Christina Ellis steps out at the top of the ramp! She looks into the ring, staring ahead with concern, and Melissa DelArmeggio notices her! The celebration quickly breaks down into tension as Melissa DelArmeggio stops and glares at Christina Ellis, with the Pink Kitten standing beside her looking uncomfortable.

As this situation develops, we're going to see Ziggy Adderloaf backstage with Bass Rogers, Dean Sanders, and "The Star Player" Darren Michaels! Let's take a look at that now!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with the Tough Customers in a room backstage. Bass Rogers is dressed to wrestle and seems ready to fight, while Darren Michaels is stretching and preparing for battle in another corner of the room. Dean Sanders is wearing a conservative dark gray suit with a white shirt, standing at the side of Bass Rogers.

Z. Adderloaf: Bass Rogers, during that last match, it was signed and sealed: you and Darren Michaels will be part of a Four Way Dance at Deck the Halls. The Tough Customers are in the running with Idol and Solomon, Rivera and Silvera, and the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show, and the winners leave with the titles. Not only that, but you both have big challenges tonight: Darren Michaels is facing Gabriel Black, and you're going up against Desmond. Are you worried your plate might be a little too full?

Bass Rogers laughs.

B. Rogers: Boy, do I LOOK like I ever worry about my plate being too full? Many times, I've walked into a buffet where the sign says "ALL YOU CAN EAT" and when I've walked out, the sign's said "OUT OF BUSINESS." When you can chew like I can, there ain't no such thing as biting off more than you can chew. Everyone's scared of Desmond, they say he hasn't yet met a man who can bring him down... well, I ain't yet met a man I CAN'T bring down. And Gabriel Black? You're looking at the guy who put him out for a few months with an arm injury last year, and my partner's just as tough as I am. Gabriel Black ain't nothing to worry about.

Now, as for the Four Way Dance... I don't sweat any of those guys. I beat Idol and Solomon, I beat the Ontario Colour Show, and we would've beat those other two chumps if they hadn't tricked me two weeks back. You've got all these sorry bastards talking about who's the greatest technical wrestler, who's the greatest tag team, and what they don't realize is that there's a giant locomotive running down on them. We're gonna get those damn titles back come hell or high water, and there ain't a damn one of those bastards who can stop us!

Z. Adderloaf: It'll certainly be the most competitive VCW World Tag Team Title match in a long time, but I could certainly see the Tough Customers rising to the task. Now, Dean Sanders, if I may... you're going to face Devaccio Pola at Deck the Halls. You feel he let you down at Spontaneous Combustion, and since then he's certainly seemed a little... erratic at times.

D. Sanders: Quite right. I was looking to teach the Knights of the Squared Circle a lesson... and let not this minor detour fool you; I still am. But he was unable to stay focused on that, and instead we allowed them to emerge with the victory. Since then, he's been as unfocused and undisciplined as ever. But I'm not without a focus: I'm focused on demonstrating the benefits of precise, lethal force to him. To be sure, he's a madman, a maniac... but I'm a calculating, technically sound, vicious bastard. He may froth and roar all he likes, but his sound and fury signify nothing against what I'll bring against him.

Z. Adderloaf: Both of you are known to give out some pretty savage beatings, and I know that many fans are looking forward to that match as well. We'll see that, and the Four Way Dance, at the pay-per-view. But tonight, Darren Michaels takes on Gabriel Black, and up next, Bass Rogers goes one-on-one with Desmond! Let's get back to the ring for that match!

Desmond is already standing in the ring, with "New World Order" by Ministry playing over the arena sound system and the crowd booing. He seems at peace for the time being, with a calm smile on his face, but then "War Machine" by KISS begins playing, and the crowd goes wild as Bass Rogers storms out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Dean Sanders! He makes his way to the ring with a purpose, and wastes no time in climbing inside and attacking Desmond! The two big men go toe-to-toe, trading blows, as Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!

Desmond

vs.

Bass Rogers
w/Dean Sanders

Bass Rogers takes the upper hand in the opening slugfest, backs Desmond into the ropes, and shoots him to the other side, then mauls him with a huge lariat when he comes off! Desmond gets back up, and again Bass Rogers whips him to the ropes, but this time Desmond reverses! Desmond puts his head down for a backdrop, but Bass Rogers stops short, clobbers him across the back, and then pulls him into a standing headscissors! He lifts Desmond, and DRILLS him to the canvas with a crushing POWER BOMB!!

The crowd cheers, and immediately, Bass Rogers points to the ceiling, then goes to a corner of the ring! He surely knows that even the power bomb, one of his most destructive, punishing moves, might not be enough to put Desmond away! He's going up to the top to make sure! Slowly, Bass Rogers reaches the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, and he leaps onto Desmond with the MOONSAULT!! The crowd goes wild, and Brendan Powers counts... AND DESMOND KICKS OUT AT TWO!!

Bass Rogers looks up, stunned; not only did Desmond kick out of the Moonsault, but he did it after only a two count, with a fair bit of strength left!! Bass Rogers looks a little flustered, and he steps out to the apron and starts climbing the turnbuckles, this time facing the ring! But Desmond bolts to his feet with an outraged snarl, then rushes over and meets Bass Rogers as he reaches the top, stunning him with a series of punches! Bass Rogers falls groin-first across the turnbuckle bolt, then slumps forward, and Desmond grabs his head and brings him down off of the top turnbuckle with the OUTCAST!! The crowd boos, and Desmond yells out in primal rage, then crouches over Bass Rogers and starts hammering him with huge right hands! Brendan Powers objects, so Desmond gets up... but he pulls Bass Rogers up with him by the hair, then pulls him into position and brings him down with a second OUTCAST!! Bass Rogers flops limply to the mat, and Desmond covers and gets three!

Desmond pinned Bass Rogers with the Outcast in 0:02:31.
Rating: *

Desmond has overcome Bass Rogers in very short order in this match, and he stands up with a wide, sadistic grin on his face. Bass Rogers is down, and Desmond stands over him, savoring the victory... and then he suddenly drops a leg across his chest! The crowd boos, and Desmond crouches over Bass Rogers, continuing to hammer him with big right hands! But on the outside, Dean Sanders has seen enough! He slides into the ring, rushes Desmond, and KICKS HIM SQUARE IN THE FACE!!

Desmond falls back, with a cut opened over his eyebrow where Dean Sanders just struck him, but he's getting up right away! Dean Sanders snarls and says something to him, then rushes forward and BLASTS him square in the chest with a lariat! Desmond is rocked back, but he just grins and asks for another one! Dean Sanders winds up his arm, backs into the ropes, and comes off, and Desmond floors him with a big boot! Dean Sanders goes down, and the crowd boos loudly! Both members of Stiff Competition are down!

But someone's coming out of the backstage entrance! It's DEVACCIO POLA!! He runs to the ring and slides inside, then goes to stand between Desmond and Dean Sanders! He points down at Dean Sanders, then points at himself and yells "THE BASTARD'S MINE!" to Desmond. Desmond smiles, shakes his head, and reaches out for Devaccio Pola with a massive hand, but Devaccio Pola lashes out with a swift kick that tags his hand, swatting it aside! Desmond winces and rubs the hand, then backs off a bit, and the two of them stare one another down uneasily. Devaccio Pola knows full well what Desmond's capable of; the last time these two men squared off, it resulted in an injury that put Devaccio Pola on the shelf for seven months!

After a few seconds, Dean Sanders starts to get up, and Devaccio Pola takes a few steps back and helps him to his feet. He says something to Dean Sanders, points to Desmond, and then starts to say something else... AND SUDDENLY PIVOTS AND KICKS HIM IN THE HEAD!! Dean Sanders goes down in a heap, and the crowd boos loudly! A look of madness comes over Devaccio Pola's face, and he grabs Dean Sanders and shoves him directly at Desmond, who grabs him and brings him down with the OUTCAST!! The crowd keeps booing, and the boos get louder still when Devaccio Pola comes forward and gives Desmond a big hug!

But now more people are coming from backstage! "The Star Player" Darren Michaels is rushing out, with a chair in hand, and he's followed by Russel "The Muscle" Taylor! Bass Rogers is also starting to come around, and Devaccio Pola and Desmond quickly survey the scene and decide to leave the ring. Russel Taylor and Darren Michaels come in and check on Dean Sanders, but Bass Rogers roars angrily and tries to rush out of the ring at Desmond and Devaccio Pola before being barely restrained by Darren Michaels and Russel Taylor!

It looks like things are starting to cool down at ringside here. But now we're going to head backstage to Ziggy Adderloaf with the VCW World Tag Team Champions, the Ontario Colour Show, who're getting ready to face the Unholy Alliance in a big eight-man tag team matchup!

Backstage...

Ziggy Adderloaf is standing backstage with Owen Addison and Paul Canyon, the Ontario Colour Show, who're both dressed to wrestle and wearing their VCW World Tag Team Championship belts.

Z. Adderloaf: Ontario Colour Show, you guys are moments away from a big eight-man tag team match, and I'll get your comments on that in a second. But first, we have to touch on another HUGE match with eight men involved that you guys have gotten yourselves into. I'm talking about Deck the Halls, and the Four Way Dance for the VCW World Tag Team Titles. Now maybe you guys really ARE the best tag team in VCW today, but let's face it; no matter how good you are, the odds aren't in your favor. I mean, we're talking about SIX other men behind you, and all of them want to take those belts off of you.

P. Canyon: It might not look like the odds are in our favor, but the truth is that we make our own odds. Everybody's talking about how much they deserve a shot, about how they've done this and they've done that, so they deserve to get the opportunity to face us. And maybe they all have a point, but if we gave a title shot to any one of those teams, we'd have two other teams grumbling backstage, saying we were ducking the real competition. We're not gonna let that happen. We say that whoever wants a shot gets a shot. At Deck the Halls, we'll lay it all on the table, and nobody has any excuses when the night's over.

O. Addison: The odds aren't with us? The way it looks to me, we're the best tag team in that match. We've beaten Idol and Solomon, we've beaten the Tough Customers, and the only reason we haven't beaten Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera is that we haven't gotten around to it yet. Sure, they've all been on fire lately. Idol and Solomon took us to a draw at Spontaneous Combustion, the Tough Customers ran the Wrecking Crew, the longest-reigning VCW World Tag Team Champions in history, right out of the company... and Brian Rivera and Marylin Silvera... well, they're definitely in a category all their own. But when it comes time...

Johnny Smiles walks into the room, dressed to wrestle, and Owen Addison trails off as he looks over at him.

J. Smiles: Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.

O. Addison: Err, it's okay. Is it time for our match?

J. Smiles: Almost. But you've got time to finish talking about the VCW World Tag Team Title match, if you want.

O. Addison: Um, right. What was I saying again? ... Oh, right. When it comes time to... get... in the ring... um, we're gonna win. Damn. ... I think you threw off my focus, Johnny.

J. Smiles: Sorry.

Owen Addison sighs and shrugs.

O. Addison: Whatever. I've got a whole six days to get it back.

Z. Adderloaf: Right. But tonight, you have another big match. The Unholy Alliance, including "Superstar" Sean Black in his first televised match in years, against the Ontario Colour Show, Johnny Smiles... and Brujah, who's not here at the...

As Ziggy Adderloaf talks, Brujah stalks into the room, scowling. He walks right up to Owen Addison, looks him up and down, and gives him a disgusted sneer.

Brujah: You didn't talk to her. Couldn't even be bothered to hear her out.

Owen Addison rolls his eyes, grunts in annoyance, and starts to turn away.

O. Addison: Yeah, well...

Brujah grabs him by the shoulder and turns him so they're face-to-face again.

Brujah: When I fuck up, I can at least look somebody in the eyes and own up to it. Don't you try to turn away from me.

O. Addison: All I've been doing is minding my own business, Brujah. ... Speaking of which, didn't you say at Friday in Florida that your involvement in this was over?

Brujah: I thought it was. She doesn't want me involved in this, and it's clear you don't either. ... But you know how Troy keeps looking for a way to fix what he's broken? That's how this is.

O. Addison: It's still none of my business.

Brujah snarls and raises a fist.

Brujah: I could beat that smug tone outta you so fast--

Johnny Smiles quickly comes over and grabs Brujah's arm.

J. Smiles: Um, guys? Look, we're due to fight the Unholy Alliance in a few seconds, so if we could kinda not kill each other, and start heading to the ring, that'd be GREAT. Okay?

O. Addison: Right. We have a job to do.

Paul Canyon puts a hand on Owen Addison's shoulder.

P. Canyon: Mind telling me what that was about?

Owen Addison pulls away.

O. Addison: Yes. ... Let's go.

Owen Addison leaves the room. Paul Canyon stares for a second, then follows, and Johnny Smiles goes out with them. Brujah starts to leave too, but Ziggy Adderloaf stops to speak to him.

Z. Adderloaf: Brujah, what is this issue that...

Brujah turns and glares at Ziggy Adderloaf, quickly shutting him up.

Z. Adderloaf: Um... sorry.

Brujah looks away, disgusted, then leaves the room, and the camera fades out on the backstage scene.

Back at ringside, "Perfect Strangers" by Dream Theater is playing, and the crowd's booing loudly as Lance Errington, Jacob Idol, and Rob Solomon come out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Derek Cole and Jasmina Chastity. They all seem to be in high spirits; Lance Errington's wearing his usual robe and VCW Intercontinental Title, and Rob Solomon has his hockey stick slung casually over a shoulder. They get in the ring, and Derek Cole grabs a microphone...

D. Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, the Unholy Alliance has a special treat for you tonight. In action on television for the first time in ten years... the greatest professional wrestler of his generation, "SUPERSTAR!!" ... SEEEEEEAAAN BLLLLLLAAAAACK!!

"Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones begins playing, and a small portion of the crowd does cheer, but they're nearly drowned out in deafening boos. "Superstar" Sean Black steps out of the backstage entrance, wearing his black leather pants and black leather vest with his wire-framed black sunglasses. He struts back and forth in front of the backstage entrance with a cocky grin, with pyro going off all around him, then begins a cocky walk down the ramp, stopping to exchange words with a few fans on the way. One attractive young woman in the front row with an exotic dancer's figure and too much makeup yells something to him, so he grins, leans in close, and points to his cheek. She leans forward and puckers her lips to kiss him, but he pulls away, laughing, at the last second, then casually flips his middle finger at her and climbs into the ring.

In the ring, the rest of the Unholy Alliance gives "Superstar" Sean Black a wide berth, and a spotlight shines down on him. He swaggers around to his music for a few seconds, then shimmies out of his leather vest, twirls it over his head, and hands it aside to Derek Cole. Then he drops to his knees and flexes his muscles, and more pyro goes off behind him! He stands up and goes to a corner, then takes off his sunglasses and gives a nearby camera a wink and a smile. He hands the sunglasses aside to Derek Cole, then turns to his teammates and begins talking strategy as the fanfare of his entrance finally dies down.

And then "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers begins playing over the arena sound system, and the crowd goes WILD as Johnny Smiles, Brujah, and the Ontario Colour Show come out of the backstage entrance! Brujah and Owen Addison are both looking surly, but Johnny Smiles is clearly fired-up and ready to go! He charges to the ring and slides inside, and the Unholy Alliance turns to him in disbelief! Jacob Idol runs in, catches a big right hand, and goes down hard! Rob Solomon comes in right behind him, but Johnny Smiles pivots and takes him down with a hiptoss! Lance Errington takes off his VCW Intercontinental Title and charges to level Johnny Smiles with it, but Johnny Smiles ducks the swing, then knocks him off his feet with a dropkick when he turns around! But when Johnny Smiles gets up, he turns right into a HARD closed fist from Sean Black that flattens him!

Sean Black shakes out his fist and laughs, then climbs on top of Johnny Smiles and starts hammering him with heavy blows to the face! But by that time the other members of Johnny's team are arriving, and the Ontario Colour Show intercept Idol and Solomon as Brujah slides into the ring! Sean Black looks up and starts to stand, just in time for Brujah to run forward and take him down with a lariat!! Brujah scowls in contempt, then reaches down to help Johnny Smiles up... but behind him, "Superstar" Sean Black kips up suddenly, then laughs to himself and beats his chest proudly! But Brujah sees him get up on the ViolenTron, whirls, and nearly KNOCKS HIM OUT OF HIS BOOTS with a brutally stiff second lariat!

Brujah raises a fist in the air and roars "KIP UP FROM THAT, MOTHERFUCKER!" and the crowd cheers loudly! But as Sean Black rolls out of the ring, coughing and folding an arm over his chest, Lance Errington sneaks up behind Brujah and gives him a LOW BLOW!! The cheers turn to boos in an instant, and Jerry Rogers finally gets his act together long enough to call for the bell and get this chaos turned into something that resembles a match!

Unholy Alliance (Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, Lance Errington, & "Superstar" Sean Black)
w/Derek Cole & Jasmina Chastity

vs.

Ontario Colour Show, Johnny Smiles, & Brujah

Lance Errington's early cheap shot translates into an early advantage as he begins targeting Brujah's lariat arm with a number of strikes and arm holds, then tags in Jacob Idol who continues working Brujah over. Brujah manages to escape after a few minutes by cutting him off with a left to the midsection, then going for the tag. He tries to tag in Johnny Smiles, but Owen Addison reaches over and steals the tag, then eagerly squares off with Jacob Idol in a close-matched contest of mat wrestling. Both men, knowing each other as well as they do, are able to counter a number of the opponent's moves, and the advantage shifts often.

After a short time, when neither man is able to take the upper hand, they both tag out, and the match continues with various combatants facing off against one another and the advantage shifting frequently. Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, and Lance Errington all carry their team's load for some time, which seems to lend itself to a slight disadvantage as the other team is willing to exchange tags and bring in each of their four members at various times. On the other hand, the tension between Owen Addison and Brujah remains high as the match draws on, and several times this distraction costs each of them the advantage for a while.

Eventually, the Unholy Alliance manages to take the advantage over Brujah again after a distraction by Owen Addison, and they begin to capitalize on their earlier attacks on his right arm and continue the punishment. Brujah keeps fighting back against them, full of inner fury, but Idol, Solomon, and Errington all expertly divide the ring and keep him away from his corner while making quick tags among one another. As the match goes on, Brujah is worn down by the abuse, until finally when Rob Solomon goes to make a tag, Sean Black shrugs and smiles, then reaches in with an outstretched hand! Rob A large grin comes onto Rob Solomon's face, and he tags in "Superstar" Sean Black!

Sean Black enters the ring to a huge chorus of boos, and looks around at the crowd and grins. Brujah begins getting up, and Sean Black casually leans back into the ropes, then comes off with a sudden burst of speed and DRILLS Brujah in the nose with a BRUTAL forearm shot! Brujah drops to the mat in a heap, clutching his nose, and Sean Black cackles to himself, then pulls him up into a front chancery! He hooks him, then WHIPS him hard to the mat with a snap suplex! Again, the crowd boos loudly, and Sean Black goes and stands over Brujah's fallen body with a smug look on his face! Brujah's clearly bleeding from the nose as he begins to sit up, and Sean Black pulls him up again, this time by the hair, and drags him into a VICIOUS headbutt!

Brujah wilts limply to the mat, and Sean Black hauls him up again, then drags Brujah over to his own friendly corner! He starts to hold Brujah's arm out, and Paul Canyon reaches out to tag himself in, but Sean Black pulls Brujah back, wags his finger, and then points to Johnny Smiles! Johnny Smiles points to himself with a questioning look on his face, and Sean Black nods, then offers him Brujah's arm again! He's actually wanting Johnny Smiles to tag himself in! Johnny Smiles looks around at the cheering crowd, then reaches out and makes the tag, steps into the ring, and charges!

Johnny Smiles rushes Sean Black, but he runs right into a CRUSHING right hand to the face that knocks him down to the canvas! He starts to get up, slowly, and Sean Black casually draws back and hammers him again, knocking him back down with a second brutal shot! Johnny Smiles begins to get up again, and Sean Black dramatically balls up a fist, kisses the middle knuckle, and draws it back, but when he swings for the fences Johnny Smiles ducks under it, then tags Sean Black with a dropkick when he turns around! The Superstar goes down, but gets right back up! Johnny Smiles grabs his arm and twists it out at the side, but Sean Black twists out of it, drops to his knees, and brings Johnny Smiles down in a fireman's carry! Johnny Smiles rolls over and starts to get up, but Sean Black grabs a headlock and whips him to the mat with a headlock takedown, then keeps the headlock applied to the boos of the crowd!

Sean Black squeezes down on Johnny Smiles with the headlock, and he grins at the nearest camera and yells "I TRIED TO TELL YA, I'M THE SHIT!!" at it. Johnny Smiles begins fighting his way up, slowly getting to his feet, but Sean Black brings him down again with another headlock takedown, then whirls around suddenly to switch his grip to a front facelock! The crowd boos loudly again, and once again Johnny Smiles starts fighting his way to his feet, but this time Sean Black drives a series of hard knees into his chest and chokes up on the hold, and Johnny Smiles deflates back down to the canvas. He yells "I COULD MAKE YOU TAP ANY TIME I WANTED, BOY!!" at him, and the crowd boos loudly again.

Unable to get up, Johnny Smiles settles for pushing himself to the ropes, and he makes it there in a matter of several seconds. Sean Black waits until the four count, then gives a clean break and backs off. He puts his fists up and yells "COME GET SOME MORE!" as Johnny Smiles gets up, and Johnny at him again! Sean Black takes a swing at him when he comes in, but Johnny Smiles blocks with a forearm and hits Sean Black with a right hand of his own, only for the Superstar to barely acknowledge the blow and return fire with a BRUTAL closed fist!

Johnny Smiles staggers back, putting a hand to his face, and Sean Black kicks him in the midsection, then whips him into a corner! Johnny Smiles slumps wearily against the turnbuckles, and Sean Black looks around with a cocky grin, then runs and leaps at him, but Johnny Smiles dodges! Sean Black crashes into the turnbuckles, then turns and staggers away, directly into Johnny Smiles, who lifts him in a fireman's carry, spins, and plants him with the SMILEDRIVER!! The crowd goes WILD!! But the Superstar doesn't stay down very long; he just rolls over to his corner and makes the tag to Jacob Idol! Johnny Smiles is still down and clearly hurt, his face swollen and red, and he's crawling to his corner! Jacob Idol comes in and grabs his foot to pull him back, but somehow Johnny Smiles scrambles up so that he's standing on his other leg! Before Jacob Idol can react, Johnny Smiles leaps up and clocks him with an ENZUIGIRI!! Jacob Idol goes down, and Johnny Smiles desperately throws himself forward and TAGS PAUL CANYON!!

Jacob Idol somehow pulls himself up in time to see Paul Canyon coming in, but he just gets sent back down with a dropkick! Rob Solomon comes in, and Paul Canyon dropkicks him as well! Lance Errington's in as well, and he also takes a dropkick! And "Superstar" Sean Black comes in, and he craftily dodges back when Paul Canyon goes to dropkick him, so the move just misses! The crowd boos loudly and throws a few things at him, and Sean Black looks at the crowd with a grin and points to his brain... but Brujah comes back into the ring now, and when Sean Black turns around Brujah just PULVERIZES him with a killer lariat!!

The match completely breaks down at that point, as everybody starts fighting everybody in and around the ring. After Brujah and Rob Solomon both knock one another out with a simultaneous pair of lariats on the outside, the Ontario Colour Show takes the upper hand through a series of fast-paced tandem moves. Seeing the match slipping away, Derek Cole distracts Jerry Rogers, and Jasmina Chastity slides the VCW Intercontinental Title into the ring at Lance Errington! Paul Canyon has Jacob Idol in a corner of the ring, and he's drilling him with punches as the crowd counts along to ten, but Lance Errington starts charging in from behind with the title belt! But Owen Addison comes in at the side and yells "LOOK OUT!", so Paul Canyon quickly jumps down and to the side! Lance Errington begins to put the breaks on, but Owen Addison brings him down with a drop toe hold in such a way that he falls with the belt raised high and brings it down SQUARE across Jacob Idol's chest!

Lance Errington gets up, staring in horror, and Johnny Smiles comes in behind him and spins him around by the shoulder, then hoists him up and plants him with the SMILEDRIVER!! Lance Errington is laid out, and Jacob Idol staggers out of the corner into the waiting grasp of Owen Addison, who hauls him up and brings him down on his head with the TOMBSTONE!! The crowd cheers, but then begins booing when Sean Black slides into the ring! Owen Addison turns around, and Sean Black snaps off a kick to his midsection, then hooks him and drops him with the DOUBLE ARM DDT!! Owen Addison goes limp, and Johnny Smiles goes to cut Sean Black off when he stands from the move, but the Superstar catches him with a low blow that Jerry Rogers doesn't see, then gets up and FLOORS him with a huge right hand!!

But on the other side of the ring, Paul Canyon just came off the top turnbuckle with the MAGIC CARPET RIDE on Jacob Idol's prone body! Between that and the Tombstone, he's surely done for, but Paul Canyon gets up off of him and rushes forward to knock "Superstar" Sean Black down with a spinning leg lariat! The Superstar goes down and rolls out to the apron, but when Paul Canyon goes over to pin Jacob Idol, now Jasmina Chastity is distracting Jerry Rogers!

Paul Canyon looks up and yells "LOOK OVER HERE AND COUNT!!" and Jerry Rogers finally turns around... but Sean Black's up on the apron, and heading to the top turnbuckle now! Sean Black comes off just before two, but Paul Canyon sees it coming... but on the outside, Derek Cole grabs his legs and holds him in place, so he can't roll off of Jacob Idol as the Superstar comes off onto him with the SWANDIVE HEADBUTT!! The crowd boos loudly, Paul Canyon flops in a heap next to Jacob Idol, and Sean Black sits up, shaking his head, grimacing, and seeming more stunned from executing his own finishing move than from taking anyone else's offense all night! But he finds the wherewithal to grab Jacob Idol and turn him over onto Paul Canyon, and Jerry Rogers goes to count and gets three! The Superstar has snatched victory from the jaws of defeat for his team tonight...

The Unholy Alliance (Jacob Idol, Rob Solomon, Lance Errington, and Sean Black) defeated The Ontario Colour Show, Johnny Smiles, and Brujah when Idol defeated Canyon via pinfall in 0:22:58.
Rating: * 3/4

The crowd boos loudly, and a weary Lance Errington pulls himself up to help Derek Cole and Jasmina Chastity scrape together what's left of Jacob Idol and Rob Solomon. Meanwhile, "Superstar" Sean Black stays in the middle of the ring, strutting and posing like he's the one who just picked up the pinfall victory. The crowd boos loudly, not appreciating his dominance of the ending portions of this match, and begins venting their disapproval with a "PLEASE RETIRE" chant. But Sean Black just laughs, then keeps right on strutting and posing, while the Unholy Alliance's opponents remain laid out in and around the ring.

As this somewhat self-indulgent segment drags on, we've received word that we're going to cut away to a backstage look at VCW Television Champion "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper, who'll defend that title against Chris Champlain, one-on-one, next!

Backstage...

Quinn Harper is dressed to wrestle and ready to wrestle, sitting on a bench in a small room and staring at the VCW Television Title with an admiring smile. As he does, "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon walks into the room and puts her hands on his shoulders.

H. Dannon: You have your title defense against Chris Champlain, right? I'm a little worried for you. I mean, he's like Mary Cohen only even scarier. And, with your recent neck injury and all... you could get hurt.

Quinn Harper smiles.

Q. Harper: I could... but I won't. Just like Gabriel, he won't get the job done. I'll be fine.

H. Dannon: You sure?

Q. Harper: I'm DAMN sure.

Heather Dannon relaxes, then gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.

H. Dannon: All right. But after you retain the title, don't necessarily go wearing it around all night, okay?

Heather Dannon smiles, and Quinn Harper looks at her, confused. She gives him a forced giggle, and he still looks confused.

Q. Harper: I... don't get what you're saying.

H. Dannon: What I'm saying is, if you're wearing a belt around all night... it might kinda get in the way... you know what I mean?

Heather Dannon smiles nervously, and Quinn Harper looks even more confused.

Q. Harper: Yeah. I guess. Big gold plate and everything. ... Look, I still don't get what you're saying.

H. Dannon: Er, what I'm saying is, you might not need a belt to hold your pants up... because it might be a good thing if your pants came down... you know what I mean?

Quinn Harper shakes his head and keeps looking at her, confused.

Q. Harper: I'm still not QUITE sure what you're saying.

Heather Dannon wipes a hand across her slightly damp forehead, and her smile gets even more nervous.

H. Dannon: Er, what I'm saying is, er... well, you know I like you--

Q. Harper: Well, yeah. I like you too, Heather.

H. Dannon: And, y'know, I think you're really cute, and when I kissed you a couple weeks ago--

Quinn Harper grins and strokes his chin, nodding to himself.

Q. Harper: Yeah, I've got the goods, don't I? ... But... wait. Are you saying--

H. Dannon: Er, well... so... if you wanted to have sex later tonight--I mean, with me, not somebody else or anything--that... I might, y'know, like it... you know what I mean?

Quinn Harper sighs and shakes his head.

Q. Harper: Heather... look. For one thing, you can't really use a championship belt to hold your pants up, unless they're freaky weird pants with belt loops that're like a foot high, and--never mind. The important thing is, I'm wondering if this whole thing with the two of us isn't going just a little too...

The door opens and Tim Bell walks into the room, causing Quinn Harper trail off suddenly and stand up.

T. Bell: You ready, champ? You're up.

Q. Harper: All right. Let's do this.

Tim Bell frowns.

T. Bell: Be SURE that you're ready. Some bug got in Chris Champlain's ear and he's been on a rampage all night. Not only was there an encounter between him and Erica earlier tonight, but somebody just told me they found "Hot Stuff" Hasan Gilden hanging upside down in a closet, with a sandwich full of onions crammed halfway down his mouth.

Quinn Harper looks confused yet again.

Q. Harper: Sandwich? Onions? What the hell?

T. Bell: Chris Champlain's got a warped sense of creativity, and it seems like tonight he has it in for everybody who ever looked at Mary Cohen funny. And based on what we've seen before, I'll bet he has it in for you too. So just be extra sure that you're ready.

Quinn Harper gives Tim Bell an annoyed look.

Q. Harper: What's with everyone freaking out and worrying about me? Look, I'm the VCW Television Champion. I've already beat Hell's Bikers so badly they split up, won the VCW Television Title, and outwrestled half the Unholy Alliance. I'm the real thing. If you can watch my back and keep his freaky buddy off of me... I KNOW I can handle Chris Champlain.

Tim Bell nods, and a smile slowly comes onto his face.

T. Bell: Sounds like a plan to me. Let's show them what you've got.

They start to leave, but Heather Dannon steps in the way.

H. Dannon: Just... remember what I said, okay? I mean it, too. Stop by and see me later tonight, and I'll show you a... er, perfectly okay time. I may not have much--okay, make that ANY--previous sexual experience, but I've watched a LOT of porn, so I think I know what to do, you know? I promise, it'll be the most acceptable, adequate experience of your LIFE!

Quinn Harper rolls his eyes, smiles, and shakes his head as Tim Bell walks out ahead of him.

Q. Harper: I'll definitely... give it some thought. Okay?

Quinn Harper leaves after Tim Bell, and Heather Dannon stares after him as the camera fades out on the whole scene.

Back in the arena, "Stormbringer" by Deep Purple has just started playing, and Chris Champlain comes out of the backstage entrance, wearing his usual combination of black slacks and black cloak as he stalks to the ring. The crowd boos loudly, and he slides inside and ascends to one of the second turnbuckles, then throws his head and arms back in a pose of demonic laughter, throwing the cloak off of his back in the process! The crowd boos, but Tim Bell must certainly remember his own battles against Chris Champlain for the VCW Television Title. He knows, and Quinn Harper surely knows, that Chris Champlain has what it takes to win this title, and especially on tonight of all nights he seems to be on some sort of an unholy mission!

But now "The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo)" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band begins playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as the VCW Television Champion, "Skyhawk" Quinn Harper, comes out of the backstage entrance along with Tim Bell! He seems confident as always as he makes his way to the ring, talking to a few fans on the way. Once he arrives, he unfastens the VCW Television Title and begins to hand it to Tim Bell... but without warning, Chris Champlain runs at him and leaps through the ropes to barrel into both of them with a TOPE SUICIDA!! All three of them go down, and Chris Champlain's up first, and he has the VCW Television Title! Tim Bell starts to get up... and Chris Champlain rushes at him and nails him with a shot from the title belt!! Tim Bell goes down hard!

The crowd boos, but when Chris Champlain gets up, Quinn Harper runs forward and opens up on him with a series of forearm smashes! The blows aren't exceptionally powerful, but they stun Chris Champlain and start backing him up, and then Quinn Harper grabs him and whips him into the guardrail! Quinn Harper rushes at him when he slumps against the rail, but Chris Champlain suddenly puts his head down and BACKDROPS HIM INTO THE FIRST ROW!! Quinn Harper lands in a heap among the fans, and those who aren't struggling to get out from under him take the time to pat him on the back and encourage him as he gets up.

Chris Champlain takes a swing at Quinn Harper over the rail, but Quinn Harper blocks it, then returns fire! Chris Champlain staggers back a bit, and Quinn Harper jumps up on the guardrail, then jumps off at him and takes him down with a FLYING CROSS BODYPRESS from the rail!! And he stays crouched over Chris Champlain, hammering him with a series of right hands, until Chris Champlain reaches up and stuns him with an eye gouge! Quinn Harper gets off of him and staggers away, clutching at his face, and Chris Champlain gets up, then grabs Quinn Harper by the hair and takes him head-first into the timekeeper's table. Quinn Harper falls to one knee, and Chris Champlain grabs the ring bell, then raises it high and CLOBBERS Quinn Harper with it! Quinn Harper goes down, and the crowd boos loudly!

Chris Champlain smiles evilly, then begins rummaging around under the ring apron, looking for something! After several seconds, he comes up with a screwdriver, then raises it high in the air with a sadistic smile on his face!! Quinn Harper's still down, barely moving... but Tim Bell's up now, and he comes up behind Chris Champlain! He grabs Chris Champlain in a waistlock from behind, then flings him back with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! The crowd explodes, and Chris Champlain bounces sickeningly off of the thinly-padded concrete floor! But Tim Bell's down, clutching his neck; executing that move on the floor may not have been the best move for him, given his history of fairly recent injury!

Chris Champlain begins pulling himself up on the apron after several seconds, but now Quinn Harper's up. He kneels at Tim Bell's side, checking on him, but Tim Bell waves him off and directs him to keep his focus on Chris Champlain. Quinn Harper nods, then goes over to the timekeeper's table again and grabs a chair! With the chair in hand, he gets up on the far end of the apron that Chris Champlain's nearby, takes a running start, and leaps off to FLATTEN Chris Champlain with a leaping chairshot!! Chris Champlain goes right back down on the floor, and the crowd cheers as Quinn Harper stands over him and takes a deep breath!

But someone else is coming out of the backstage entrance now... it's Mary Cohen!! And she's carrying a chair wrapped in barbed wire! The crowd boos, and Quinn Harper looks over and sees her coming, then stops to say something to her. He seems to be warning her not to get involved in this, and she does keep her distance, but as Quinn Harper's distracted, Chris Champlain crawls up behind him and gives him a LOW BLOW!! The crowd boos, and Quinn Harper doubles over in pain, and with that opening, Mary Cohen brings the chair down on his back!

Quinn Harper falls to his hands and knees, and Chris Champlain stands, pulls him up, and takes him head-first into the steel ringpost, then rolls him into the ring! Chris Champlain climbs in after him, and now Bobcat McGavin enters the ring! With a look of hesitant worry on his face, he calls for the bell to officially begin this match now that both men are in the ring! It's a questionable call, given that it's not a fair situation and Quinn Harper's liable to get screwed out of his title, but at least making this a wrestling match will theoretically stop Chris Champlain from using ultra-violent tactics to do Quinn Harper serious harm!

For the VCW Television Title:

"Skyhawk" Quinn Harper (c)
w/Tim Bell

vs.

Chris Champlain
w/Mary Cohen

Chris Champlain stands over Quinn Harper with a grin, then looks out to Mary Cohen and motions with one finger for her to come. She climbs up on the apron with the barbed wire chair, and he goes over to her, kisses her on the cheek, and says something, then takes the chair away! Quinn Harper's starting to stir, and Chris Champlain begins stalking him with the chair raised high, waiting for him to get up, heedless of Bobcat McGavin's frantic yelling and warnings! Bobcat McGavin even seems to reach out to jerk the chair away, but he quickly thinks better of it, seeing that it's covered in barbed wire!

Chris Champlain takes his position, then looks out to Mary Cohen with a smile, seeking approval. Mary Cohen raises her hand in the air, then slowly begins to turn her thumb down... but behind her, "Halfway Decent" Heather Dannon comes running out of the backstage entrance, to the cheers of the crowd! She runs up behind Mary Cohen, grabs her ankle, and pulls her down off of the apron, then takes her head-first into the steel ringsteps! Chris Champlain yells in outrage, advancing on Heather Dannon and threatening her with the barbed wire chair... but Quinn Harper's on his feet, and he stalks up behind Chris Champlain, grabs him by the hair, and pulls him away into the QUINNTESSENCE!! The crowd erupts, and Quinn Harper covers and gets three!

Quinn Harper pinned Chris Champlain with the Quinntessence in 0:01:18.
Rating: DUD

Quinn Harper stands up with a victorious smile, and Heather Dannon slides into the ring and literally throws herself on him with a huge kiss! Chris Champlain was obviously so caught up in wanting to inflict injury that he was willing to get himself disqualified, but the presence of Mary Cohen just backfired on him in a big way, and not only did he lose in short order, he didn't get to do the damage he wanted! After a few seconds, Quinn Harper peels Heather Dannon off of himself and drops down out of the ring to check on Tim Bell, who's leaning against the announcers' table now, still holding his neck and grimacing. He's moving all of his limbs pretty well, so there's probably no lethal damage, but any neck pain or chance of injury can be serious.

Our next match will feature another young up-and-coming rookie taking on a legendary VCW mainstay when "The Star Player" Darren Michaels puts his undefeated streak on the line against the self-proclaimed greatest professional wrestler of all time, Gabriel Black! But first, we're going to take a look at half of tonight's main event, in which Komachi and the VCW World Champion, Crimson, will team up to face Stacey Lockman and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins! Let's check in now!

Backstage...

Komachi's laying facedown on a heavy table, wearing nothing but a white towel draped over her waist as Minako sits straddling her and massaging her back. She seems relaxed, until Crimson barges into the room, with the VCW World Title slung over his shoulder. He surveys the scene, then smirks.

Crimson: Hey there. How about you turn over and let me check out your tits?

Komachi doesn't say anything, and Crimson strolls over, puts a hand on her shoulder, and laughs.

Crimson: Better yet, how about you come on back to my dressing room and suck my dick before the match? I'll give you something to spit at 'em so you can save your blue mist for later.

Crimson laughs to himself again, but Komachi and Minako just glare silently at him. He nods and frowns back at them.

Crimson: Yeah, all right. Let's get down to business, then. Here's the deal: I could take this shit as a handicap match, two-on-one, and not break a sweat. But since your ass is gonna be out there, I gotta tell you something. We're winning that match. No way I'm letting that punk get off with some bragging rights again, not after his delusional ass thinks he made me tap out a few weeks back.

And it seems to me that your blue mist has a way of finding its way into your partners' faces once in a while and costing them the match. And if you cost me this match, if you spit that stuff in my eyes or get caught in that little punk's California Crossface and start tapping... I know you think you're big and mean for a girl, but I'm bigger and meaner, and I could hunt you down and make you beg for your life just like Stacey. You got me?

Komachi looks up at him with a scowl for several seconds before she speaks.

Komachi: They're not worth wasting the mist. You just make sure YOU don't cost us this match... or I cut off your dick and feed it to my cat.

Crimson quickly backs up, his eyebrows raised, and puts his hands up as he starts backing out of the room.

Crimson: Okay, then. I guess we understand each other. ... See you around, then.

Crimson turns and walks out of the room, and Komachi scowls at him, then goes back into a relaxed position as Minako continues her massage.

Back at ringside, "Denial" by Sevendust kicks on, and the crowd gives a huge round of boos as Gabriel Black comes out of the backstage entrance, accompanied by Derek Cole and Jasmina Chastity. He appears happy and confident as he strolls to the ring, speaking with his two managers; in fact, he doesn't seem to be worried about Darren Michaels at all! Inside the ring, Gabriel Black climbs up on one of the second turnbuckles and poses for the crowd as Jasmina Chastity and Derek Cole look on and applaud, then steps down and grabs a microphone! Oh, come on, he's already dominated the show enough...

G. Black: I have to say, after seeing the rest of the Alliance take care of things in that eight-man match, I'm feeling pretty good about tonight.

The crowd boos loudly, and a chant of "JOHNNY!" starts up among them. Gabriel Black looks around with a smirk.

G. Black: Yeah, you already saw Johnny Smiles. And what you saw was the REAL Johnny Smiles... the guy who can't make the grade in the middle of the card. That was no fluke, nothing unusual... just more proof that he's not in my league.

The crowd boos, and a "WHAT'S ON RAW?" chant begins now.

G. Black: See, the fact is that Johnny Smiles isn't very good at what he does. As a performer, maybe he can get you people to yell and scream his name, but an athlete, he's only mediocre. ... You know, earlier this year, there was a word going around that Johnny was trying to add a few new moves to his arsenal, and all the analysts, the people who spend their lives in front of a keyboard, all had their own ideas about what they might be. But I had to laugh when I heard about this one guy, I think his name starts with a Q, saying we might see the Johnnysault sometime soon. ... That's one thing you're NOT gonna see, because Johnny Smiles doesn't have an athletic bone in his body, and he couldn't do a moonsault to save his life!

The crowd boos, and the chant switches now to a somewhat smart-assed "WE WANT AUSTIN!" as this segment continues to go pretty much nowhere. Gabriel Black cracks a smile, then scowls at them.

G. Black: If Austin was here right now, I'd break HIS neck again TOO! It'd be Summerslam 1997 for him all over again!!

The crowd boos loudly, and Gabriel Black laughs to himself, then grows serious and raises the microphone again.

G. Black: But the thing about Johnny Smiles is... you know he's not very good, but you people cheer for him anyway. And because you do that, because you buy his T-shirts and watch his segments like a bunch of sheep, you've put him in a bad position. This mediocre athlete, Johnny Smiles, has been pushed into a sixty-minute Iron Man Match with the GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER OF ALL TIME... Gabriel Black. And any thoughts I might've had of sparing him, of letting him off with just a humiliating ten-falls-to-nothing loss and a slap on the back, just vanished when he tore my wife's dress off.

But he's still here, by YOUR popular demand, and the dumb son of a bitch is going to make the best of it. He knows he's not as good as I am. NOBODY is as good as I am. But he's still going to try, because he doesn't want to let all of YOU down. He's going to walk himself down to the ring at Deck the Halls, praying for a miracle the whole time, and condemn himself when the miracle never comes. I'm sure he knows he's walking into sixty minutes of HELL itself. But he doesn't realize that the hell's never gonna end. After I BREAK his NECK, when he's paralyzed and being taken away on a stretcher, his hell will just be beginning. Ask Julian Page what it's like. Ask the GRAVE DIGGER what it's like. And when he's being hauled away in that sorry state, I want you all to realize... YOU are the ones who put him here. YOU did this to him. ... May God have mercy on your souls.

Gabriel Black drops the microphone and looks around at the crowd... and then "Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock begins playing, and the crowd cheers loudly as "The Star Player" Darren Michaels comes out of the backstage entrance! He begins jogging to the ring, slapping the hands of fans along the way, and Gabriel Black watches him with a frown. Darren Michaels is unquestionably a great athlete, bigger and stronger than Gabriel Black, and he brings an intensity to every match that's hard to overcome. In fact, he's never been pinned and never submitted in VCW history, and he's faced such luminaries as Troy Black, Brujah, the VCW World Tag Team Champions the Ontario Colour Show, and even the VCW World Champion, Crimson!

Darren Michaels steps into the ring, rolls his shoulders, and leans back against the ropes to stretch, and Gabriel Black continues watching him cautiously. He says something to Derek Cole and Jasmina Chastity, and they nod and step out of the ring. Then Gabriel Black comes forward for a lockup, and Darren Michaels begins cautiously circling him as the crowd looks on in anticipation! Harold Brusco enters the ring and calls for the bell, and that'll begin this match!

Gabriel Black
w/Derek Cole & Jasmina Chastity

vs.

"The Star Player" Darren Michaels

The two men lock up in the middle of the ring to start, and immediately Darren Michaels SHOVES Gabriel Black down to the canvas with a tremendous burst of power! Gabriel Black tumbles head over heels on the mat, then pops up and charges, but he runs right into a big kick to the midsection that stops him in his tracks! Darren Michaels grabs him by the hair, hauls him to a corner, and just draws back and HURLS his head into the top turnbuckle! Gabriel Black's face bounces off of the thinly padded steel, and he bounces back out of the corner, tumbles to the mat, and again flips over onto his stomach from the impact!

Gabriel Black starts to get up again, but Darren Michaels backs into the ropes, then runs forward and connects with a big clothesline! Gabriel Black flips in midair from the impact and crumbles to a motionless heap on the canvas, and Darren Michaels hauls him up again, pulls him into a kneelift, then hooks him in a front chancery and lifts him for a vertical suplex! He holds him there for several seconds as the crowd watches in awe, then brings him CRASHING down to the mat to a thunderous round of cheers! Gabriel Black crawls to the ropes and begins pulling himself up on them, but Darren Michaels goes over to him and knees him in the midsection, then winds up a fist, draws back, and hits him with a big, dramatic right hand! Gabriel Black flies out over the top rope from the impact, bounces off the apron, and tumbles down to the floor!

Derek Cole and Jasmina Chastity both come over and begin to help Gabriel Black to his feet, but Darren Michaels comes out to continue the match! He grabs Derek Cole and Gabriel Black by the hair, one in each hand, then draws them both back and dramatically brings their heads crashing together! Jasmina Chastity comes forward, yelling and trying to distract him, and Darren Michaels grabs her this time, then pulls her into a big kiss! She struggles for a second, but then stops struggling, and when Darren Michaels releases her she smiles breathlessly, asks for another one, and purses her lips! But Darren Michaels laughs, then makes a disgusted face and shakes his head, and Jasmina Chastity immediately changes her tune, screaming obscenities at him as the crowd laughs and cheers!

But Gabriel Black's getting up, and when Darren Michaels turns back to him he rushes him with a forearm. But Darren Michaels blocks the forearm, kicks Gabriel Black in the midsection, and whips him into the steel ringsteps! Gabriel Black hits the steps back-first, roars in pain, and staggers out, putting a hand to his back, so Darren Michaels grabs him again, and whips him into the guardrail! Gabriel Black grimaces in pain and slumps against the guardrail, and Darren Michaels takes a running start and SPEARS HIM THROUGH THE RAIL!! A section of the steel guardrail actually topples over from the force of the impact, and Darren Michaels and Gabriel Black go down in a heap right in front of the fans in the first row!

After a few seconds of fans patting him on the back and encouraging him, Darren Michaels gets up, then rolls back into the ring to break the count. Gabriel Black is up to his hands and knees when Darren Michaels rolls back out, and Darren Michaels scoops him up, then bodyslams him on the thinly-padded concrete floor! The crowd cheers again as Gabriel Black writhes on the ground in pain, and Darren Michaels goes over to the section of the guardrail that was knocked down and actually picks it up and carries it to ringside! He turns it on its side, then lays it longways from the ring apron to the announcer's table, so it's like a steel bridge between the two elevated areas, over the ringside floor!

The crowd cheers in anticipation of what Darren Michaels might be doing here, and he pulls Gabriel Black up and lifts him in a Gorilla Press! The cheers get even louder when Darren Michaels carries him over to the guardrail, then presses him up and down over his head a few times, but then Gabriel Black slips out behind him, drops to his knees, and gives him a LOW BLOW!! The crowd's mood turns sour instantly, and Darren Michaels drops to the floor, grimacing in pain. Gabriel Black stays on his knees as well, trying to recover, but after several seconds he pulls Darren Michaels up, rolls him back into the ring, and goes to the top turnbuckle. In the ring, Darren Michaels starts to stand, and Gabriel Black comes off to knock him down with a flying double axhandle!

The crowd boos, but Gabriel Black's grinning, regaining some of his confidence as he pulls himself up. Darren Michaels starts to get up as well, but Gabriel Black steps forward, grabs his head, and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker, then floats over for the cover. Harold Brusco counts, and Darren Michaels kicks out with determination at one and a half! He starts to get up, and Gabriel Black puts on a front facelock to try to keep him down, leaning on him with all of his weight! But Darren Michaels powers his way back to his feet, grabs Gabriel Black around the waist, and flings him back with a big belly-to-belly overhead suplex!

After flopping around from the impact of the move, Gabriel Black starts to pull himself up, and Darren Michaels runs into the ropes, but Derek Cole reaches in from the outside and trips him! Harold Brusco doesn't quite catch it, but Darren Michaels gets up and turns to Derek Cole angrily, then refocuses on Gabriel Black and charges at him anyway! But now when he comes in, Gabriel Black's ready for him, and he catches him, lifts him up, and drops him throat-first on the top rope in a Hotshot! Darren Michaels goes down, and Gabriel Black gets up and leans against the ropes. Darren Michaels begins to stand again, and this time Gabriel Black comes forward and knocks him back down with a picture-perfect dropkick to the chest!

Still, Darren Michaels won't stay down, and Gabriel Black frowns in frustration, then hooks him as he gets up and brings him back to the canvas with a vertical suplex! Darren Michaels is on the mat again, but Gabriel Black's favoring his back and slow to get up as well. Still, when Gabriel Black makes it to his feet, Darren Michaels is still doubled over, so Gabriel Black hammers him with an elbow to the back of the neck, then another one, driving him down to his hands and knees! With Darren Michaels stunned, Gabriel Black measures him, then squashes him back down to the canvas by dropping a leg across the back of his neck! He rolls him over and covers, but still only gets one and a half!

Darren Michaels slowly gets up again, but Gabriel Black snap mares him back down to a seated position on the canvas, then grabs his head and flips over him to execute a Curt Hennig-like jumping neck snap on him! Darren Michaels flops back down to the canvas, clutching at his neck, and Gabriel Black pulls him back up, hooks him in a front chancery again, and gives him another vertical suplex! The crowd boos, and this time Gabriel Black grits his teeth, sucks it up, and floats over Darren Michaels to make a cover! Darren Michaels kicks out at two, and Gabriel Black shoots a frustrated glare at referee Harold Brusco, then steps out to the apron and begins going to the top turnbuckle! Darren Michaels slowly begins to stand, and Gabriel Black comes off with another flying axhandle, but this time Darren Michaels charges and takes him right out of the air with a SPEAR!!

The crowd erupts into cheers, and Darren Michaels bolts back up to his feet! Gabriel Black gets up, and Darren Michaels rushes him and knocks him spinning to the mat with a huge clothesline! Gabriel Black gets up again, disoriented and stumbling around, and Darren Michaels charges again, and again knocks him for a loop with a big clothesline! Dazed and battered, Gabriel Black slowly gets back to his feet, and Darren Michaels charges again, but this time Gabriel Black ducks and slips around to grab a waistlock, takes him to the mat with a waistlock takedown, then floats over to apply a front facelock! The crowd boos, but Gabriel Black manages to smile through his grimacing and gasping for breath, knowing that he has Darren Michaels where he wants him!

But Darren Michaels still won't stay down, and he quickly begins powering his way up! Gabriel Black leans on him, grinding down on the front facelock, but with the crowd behind him, Darren Michaels's strength is not to be denied! He fights his way to his feet and again grabs Gabriel Black for a belly-to-belly suplex, but this time Gabriel Black repeatedly drives his knee into Darren Michaels's midsection, stunning him, then hooks him and flings him down to the mat with a gutwrench suplex! He floats over for the cover, and Harold Brusco counts, but only to two before a powerful kickout from Darren Michaels!

Gabriel Black takes a deep breath, gets to his feet, and stretches his back against the ropes, trying to get some of his strength back. Darren Michaels begins to get up, so Gabriel Black comes forward, grabs him by the hair, and drags him to a corner, then boosts himself up onto the second turnbuckle. Darren Michaels gets up, but he's doubled over slightly, and Gabriel Black still has him by the hair, and he jumps off the second turnbuckle and drives the point of his free arm's elbow right into the back of his neck! Darren Michaels falls limply to the mat, and Gabriel Black stops to shake out his arm and admire his handiwork for a second as the crowd boos!

But Darren Michaels is still moving, so Gabriel Black goes back on the attack by scooping him up and bodyslamming him down to the canvas! Gabriel Black winces in pain for only a moment, then goes back to the corner and starts going up to the top turnbuckle! He gets to the top, facing the crowd, and leaps back off at Darren Michaels with an impressive MOONSAULT!! A small portion of the crowd cheers, but most boo, and Gabriel Black stays on Darren Michaels and hooks a leg! Harold Brusco counts again, and again Darren Michaels kicks out at only a count of two! Had he lost to his tag team partner's finishing move, it certainly could have been an added humiliation!

Gabriel Black gets back up, looking mildly frustrated, but Darren Michaels is still getting up right behind him! With a scowl, Gabriel Black kicks him in the midsection, then whips him to a corner, but Darren Michaels reverses the whip! Gabriel Black runs back-first into the turnbuckles, then staggers out, grimacing in pain, and walks right into a huge SPINEBUSTER!! The crowd cheers, and Darren Michaels drops to one knee to shake off the cobwebs, but only for a second, and then he stands up tall, raises a fist, and gives a triumphant shout! He picks up Gabriel Black, shoots him into the corner again, and again Gabriel Black staggers out! And once again, Darren Michaels grabs him, and this time he hauls him up dramatically, then practically BURIES him into the mat with an even bigger SPINEBUSTER!!

The crowd cheers, and Darren Michaels pantomimes throwing a football, signalling for the Long Bomb! He steps out to the apron and begins going up to the top turnbuckle, but now Jasmina Chastity hops up on the apron, distracting Harold Brusco, and Derek Cole jumps up and grabs Darren Michaels's ankle! Darren Michaels kicks him away, and he tumbles back down to the floor, but the added second or two of delay allowed Gabriel Black to get up, and he desperately dives into the ropes, shaking them and causing Darren Michaels to fall groin-first on the top turnbuckle! The crowd boos, and then Gabriel Black gets up and climbs up there with him, then hooks him in a front chancery! Gabriel Black's face twists with effort, and then he lifts and brings Darren Michaels crashing to the mat with a huge SUPERPLEX!!

After several seconds, Gabriel Black floats over and covers Darren Michaels, but still only gets two from Harold Brusco's count! He turns an annoyed glare on Darren Michaels, and now he's the one who steps out to the outside! Darren Michaels begins getting up, but Gabriel Black makes his way to the top turnbuckle with a purpose, and Darren Michaels turns around just in time to stare like a deer into the headlights when Gabriel Black comes off with the DESTINY HAMMER!! It connects, and Darren Michaels goes down hard, amidst an uproar of boos from the crowd! His winning streak has surely just come to an end, and Gabriel Black grins to himself as he covers and hooks a leg tightly! Harold Brusco counts, and there's a KICKOUT AT TWO AND THREE-QUARTERS!!

The crowd goes ballistic cheering, and Gabriel Black looks down at Darren Michaels in shock! He just kicked out after the Destiny Hammer! Gabriel Black's face darkens with frustration, and he stands up, pulls down the straps of his singlet, and signals for the Destiny Driver!! Darren Michaels has gone and made him angry now! Gabriel Black stalks Darren Michaels as he gets to his feet, then comes up behind him and lifts him in a rear gutwrench with a tremendous effort... but Darren Michaels kicks and squirms frantically as Gabriel Black hauls him into position, and his physical size and intense struggles are too much for Gabriel Black's back to support! Gabriel Black falls down under Darren Michaels in an undignified pile, and the crowd cheers!

Darren Michaels slowly gets up, and he starts to pull Gabriel Black up too, but Gabriel Black cuts him off with an elbow to the midsection. Darren Michaels doubles over, and Gabriel Black hooks him for a DDT, but Darren Michaels suddenly explodes with a surge of strength and counters with a sudden belly-to-belly suplex! Gabriel Black crashes hard to the canvas, then forces himself to get right back up, only to walk right into a kick to the midsection! Darren Michaels pulls him into a standing headscissors, then lifts him for a power bomb... then takes a running start, and flings him OUT OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE GUARDRAIL SECTION!! GOOD LORD!! Earlier, he had set up that piece of steel guardrail spanning the area between the apron and the announcer's table, and now he just DROVE Gabriel Black onto it with a running power bomb!! Gabriel Black lands back-first on the unforgiving steel, then flops off of it onto the floor in a mangled wreck!

Darren Michaels raises a fist in the air and bellows triumphantly to the cheers of the crowd, then hops out of the ring and begins to go after Gabriel Black! Derek Cole steps right in his way, puts up his fists, and blatantly takes a swing at Darren Michaels, but Darren blocks it, kicks him in the midsection, and pulls him into a standing headscissors, then lifts Derek Cole and FLATTENS him with a power bomb on the thinly-padded concrete floor!! Derek Cole is OUT, and Jasmina Chastity screams and backs off when Darren Michaels just looks at her! Darren Michaels hauls Gabriel Black's motionless body up, then rolls him back into the ring and climbs in after him! He goes for the surely academic cover... but at two and nine-tenths, Gabriel Black gets a foot on the ropes!! The crowd boos loudly, but in his inexperience, Darren Michaels had forgotten to drag Gabriel Black away from the ropes!

Darren Michaels drags Gabriel Black away, glares down at him, and then covers again, but this time Gabriel Black has recovered enough to throw a shoulder up at two and three-quarters. Darren Michaels throws a satisfied glance out at the fallen body of Derek Cole on the outside, then signals for the Long Bomb again, steps out to the apron, and begins going to the top turnbuckle! There's nobody to stop him this time! Gabriel Black somehow scrapes himself up off of the mat and turns and staggers dazedly towards Darren Michaels, who comes flying off of the top turnbuckle with the LONG BOMB!! But somehow, Gabriel Black finds the presence of mind to fling himself out of the way, and Darren Michaels wipes out on the mat!

Both men begin getting up, and Gabriel Black desperately rushes in and charges Darren Michaels, but is taken down on the way in with a huge SPEAR!! That folds him up, and Darren Michaels gets back to his feet, hauls Gabriel Black up into a standing headscissors, then lifts him into position for a crucifix power bomb!! The crowd cheers, and he takes another running start towards the steel guardrail "bridge" spanning the ringside area, but this time Gabriel Black slips out of his grasp and slides down behind him! Darren Michaels turns around, and Gabriel Black meets him with a kick to the midsection, then hooks him in a front chancery! He grabs a leg, then snaps him back into the FISHERMAN SUPLEX!! He holds the pinning cradle, Harold Brusco counts, and gets to three! Darren Michaels's undefeated streak has just been ENDED!

Gabriel Black pinned Darren Michaels after a fisherman suplex in 0:18:13.
Rating: *** 1/2

The crowd boos, and Gabriel Black's face spreads into an arrogant, satisfied smile as he gets up. He gives a contempt-filled glare down at Darren Michaels, then jerks away when Harold Brusco tries to raise his hand in victory. Instead, he calls for a microphone from ringside and gets one...

G. Black: Congratulations on letting me drag the most exciting match of your career out of your sorry ass. And you even get to go out on a high note, because it's also gonna be your last match. You think you showed me something by kicking out of the Destiny Hammer? You thought you'd try to show me up like Quinn Harper did? You thought you'd steal MY thunder? ... Nobody does that to me. I'm the GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER OF ALL TIME. Gabriel Black DOES... NOT... LOSE!!

Darren Michaels is pulling himself to his feet, and he looks up at Gabriel Black, confused... and Gabriel Black suddenly rushes at him and hits him in the face with the microphone! The crowd boos, Darren Michaels goes down, and Gabriel Black stands over him and signals for the Destiny Driver!! He grabs him and lifts him into position, but the crowd's boos turn to wild cheers as Johnny Smiles comes running out of the backstage entrance! His face is bruised and swollen from some of the rough punches he took earlier, but he's still coming out!

Gabriel Black hears the cheering crowd and drops Darren Michaels as Johnny Smiles slides into the ring! Gabriel Black turns around, and Johnny Smiles lashes out at him with a SUPERKICK!! But Gabriel Black catches his foot, swings him around by it, then scoops Johnny Smiles up before he can regain his balance and hauls him into position for the DESTINY DRIVER!! The crowd boos, but Johnny Smiles kicks and squirms, then slides out the back! Gabriel Black turns around, and Johnny Smiles hoists him up on his shoulders, spins, and brings him to the mat with the SMILEDRIVER!!

The crowd cheers loudly, offering up a huge chant of "JOHNNY!" but Johnny Smiles isn't done yet! He stands up, points to the ceiling, then begins climbing the turnbuckles in one of the corners! He gets to the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, then leaps off backwards onto Gabriel Black's fallen body with a MOONSAULT!! It connects, the crowd goes WILD, and Johnny Smiles gets to his feet, makes a motion with one hand as if driving someone's head towards his crotch, and says something short to Gabriel Black that the cameras don't pick up! Slowly, Gabriel Black rolls out of the ring, and Johnny Smiles goes to help Darren Michaels to his feet as "Degenerated" by the Lone Rangers kicks on, and the crowd continues to shower him with appreciative cheers.

While this is going on, we're going to take a look backstage, where Ziggy Adderloaf is standing by with two of Johnny Smiles's close friends. "The California Crippler" Ken Collins will challenge Crimson for the VCW World Title in a Submission Match at Deck the Halls, and Stacey Lockman will go one-on-one with Komachi. Tonight, they'll face Crimson and Komachi in a tag team match in our main event, and here to get their comments on that is Ziggy Adderloaf!

Backstage...

Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman are standing by backstage with Ziggy Adderloaf. Both of them are dressed to wrestle, and both look focused and determined.

Z. Adderloaf: All right. In six days, Stacey Lockman takes on Komachi for a measure of revenge from the insults she endured from Komachi, and "The California Crippler" Ken Collins faces Crimson with the VCW World Title on the line, and so much more. But tonight, the two of you have a tag team match against your two rivals on this program. What are your thoughts?

S. Lockman: I think I'm gonna be scraping Komachi's face paint off my knuckles after this match is over.

K. Collins: You know... it's not much different from what's happening with Johnny and Gabriel Black. For month after month after month, you've had the same few guys calling the shots and saying they're the greatest of all time. The time's finally come to put these people in their place and shut them up for good. And when I set out to shut somebody up, they STAY shut up. Have you heard from Lorenzo Vasquez lately?

Z. Adderloaf: That's a good point. And actually, there are a lot of parallels between Crimson and Lorenzo Vasquez. The titles on the line, the attacks they've made on you and Stacey, their remorseless and destructive natures... it all looks very similar.

K. Collins: Crimson should've learned from history. He saw where this road leads, and he's gone down it anyway. Now we're looking ahead to a Submission Match, which plays right into my hands. He says he's never tapped out before? Whether you believe that or not, at Deck the Halls he'll have no choice. He'll HAVE to submit, or I'll literally dissect him in the middle of the ring. It doesn't matter HOW big and strong he is... there are certain points on every human body that are weak. I know where those points are, and I will not hold back one BIT in trying to hurt him. At Deck the Halls... Crimson is facing FOCUSED DESTRUCTION.

Z. Adderloaf: It's a chance not only for you to gain your revenge, but the VCW World Title.

K. Collins: That's true. Because after I beat Crimson, after I make him pay for what he's done to us... he just won't matter any more. I'll be VCW World Champion, and after Johnny Smiles beats Gabriel Black in the Iron Man Match--and I, for one, believe he WILL--then I guarantee you that Johnny and I will give you a Wrestlewar main event that will go down as the greatest match in VCW history. I know a lot of people have enjoyed my matches with Lance Errington, Chris Champlain, Troy Black, and even Lorenzo Vasquez over the past year. But I firmly believe that, in the main event of Wrestlewar, Johnny and I can top them all.

Z. Adderloaf: That probably would be a dream match for many VCW fans. But you can't lose sight of Crimson. Tonight, you're facing him and Komachi in tag team competition. Are the two of you ready?

S. Lockman: We couldn't be any more ready. If anyone thinks I'm just some heiress who rolled out of bed in Beverly Hills one day and decided she'd try wrestling a Japanese legend for the hell of it, this match will set the record straight. I've studied tapes of Komachi's wrestling. I've been practicing against trainers who come after me with the same moves Komachi will use. When I'm not doing TV for VCW, I'm putting in four to six hours EVERY DAY, focused on learning how to beat Komachi. I'm not just ready... I'm DEDICATED.

Ken Collins puts an arm around Stacey Lockman and smiles at the camera.

K. Collins: And assuming she lets Komachi survive long enough to tag in Crimson, I won't wait until Deck the Halls... I'll make him tap out TONIGHT.

Z. Adderloaf: That match, tonight's main event, is coming up right now! Let's take it back to the ring!

Back in the ring, after a few moments "Liquid Mercury" by Jimmy Page begins playing, and the crowd cheers as "The California Crippler" Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman come out of the backstage entrance! They make their way to the ring, but Ken Collins breaks his ultra-serious focus to talk and interact with a few fans on the way. Before entering the ring, he says something to Stacey Lockman, and they both grab microphones! They climb into the ring, holding the microphones...

K. Collins: Hi, I'm the California Crippler, Ken Collins.

The crowd gives a HUGE round of cheers.

S. Lockman: And I'm Stacey Lockman. Together, we're Ken and Stacey... two great wrestlers, one great tag team. With us is... um... nobody. ... Hmm. Maybe we should've gotten a manager before we decided to do the Immortals' ring introduction.

Ken Collins shrugs.

K. Collins: Yeah, probably. In fact...

Ken Collins trails off when the timekeeper enters the ring, holding a cellular phone, and hands it to Ken Collins.

K. Collins: Hang on, I have to take this call.

Ken Collins holds up the cellular phone and speaks to it, away from the microphone, for several seconds. Finally, he nods and hands it back to the timekeeper, who leaves the ring again.

S. Lockman: What was THAT about?

K. Collins: That was last year calling. It wanted its routine back. ... Anyway, enough fun and games. Crimson, my foot has an appointment with your ass, and your hand has an appointment with the mat! Get out here!!

"Walk" by Pantera begins playing, and the crowd boos as the VCW World Champion, Crimson, steps out of the backstage entrance! He's wearing the VCW World Title and carrying a microphone of his own! Komachi and Minako follow him out, and Komachi begins confidently walking to the ring, but Crimson puts a hand on her shoulder and says something to her. Then he looks at Ken Collins with a scowl and raises the microphone.

Crimson: You're TELLING me to get out here? You're ordering me around?

Ken Collins stares at Crimson, his levity fading to mounting anger as he looks at him.

K. Collins: You're damn right. I'm telling you to march your big ass right down to the ring, and I'll take you apart.

Crimson: I'm the VCW World Champion, son. You don't tell me what to do. You CAN'T tell me what to do.

K. Collins: Yeah? Why not?

Crimson smirks.

Crimson: Sure, we got a match in six days. Crimson, Ken Collins, a Submission Match for the VCW World Title. Whatever, that's fine. But right now... see, before all this I was actually looking forward to kicking your ass six days early. But I think I changed my mind. Instead, I'm thinking maybe I should quit wasting my time here and go out to get drunk and get laid. You ain't worth my time, and these people ain't worth my effort. All I care about is the title, and if it ain't on the line... I don't give a damn.

The crowd boos, and Ken Collins glares at Crimson from inside the ring, but "Takin' Care of Business" by Bachman-Turner Overdrive hits the sound system, and the crowd cheers as VCW Commissioner James Applebee steps out of the backstage entrance! He's carrying a microphone and a clipboard, and he looks at Crimson with a knowing smile.

J. Applebee: You know, Crimson, I've been reading what all the wrestling periodicals say about you. They say that you're unmotivated, that you're going through the motions of your title reign, and phoning it in. There's even some speculation that you're counting down the days until you can walk out of VCW, planning on taking the title with you.

Crimson: Yeah, so? ... Look, buddy... there's lots of things in the world I just don't care about, and the bullshit coming out of your mouth is one of 'em.

J. Applebee: The thing is... I think we've found what motivates you. You said "all I care about is the title, and if it ain't on the line, I don't give a damn," right? Well, that's easy to fix. So tonight, in this tag team match, the VCW World Title IS on the line! If Ken Collins pins you tonight, Crimson, he's the new VCW World Champion... and if STACEY LOCKMAN pins you tonight, then SHE'S the new VCW World Champion!

The crowd cheers, and Crimson takes two steps back, eyes and mouth gaping in shock! He slowly shakes his head "no", then raises the microphone as his face hardens back into an expression of rage.

Crimson: You've got a LOT of fucking nerve making me come out here and work. Fine. I tell you what. I'm gonna get in that ring right here, right now and wreck your Deck the Halls main event. That sorry son of a bitch isn't even gonna MAKE it to the pay-per-view.

He stops and scowls at Komachi.

Crimson: What're you waiting for? Get your ass to the ring.

Komachi glares back at Crimson, but when he tosses down the microphone and begins advancing on the ring, she falls into step beside him. James Applebee looks on with satisfaction, then steps backstage, and Crimson slides into the ring and charges at Ken Collins as Brendan Powers enters the ring and calls for the bell to begin the match!

For the VCW World Title:

Crimson & Komachi
w/Minako

vs.

"The California Crippler" Ken Collins & Stacey Lockman

Crimson charges in with a clothesline, but Ken Collins ducks, then catches him with a knifeedge chop to the chest! Crimson staggers back into the ropes, and Ken Collins unloads on him with a pair of right hands, then whips him to the other side, but Crimson reverses it! Ken Collins comes off the ropes, and Crimson raises a big boot for his face, but Ken Collins catches the foot, puts on the breaks, and brings Crimson down with a single-leg takedown, turns him over, and locks on an ANKLE LOCK SUBMISSION!!

The crowd cheers loudly, Crimson roars in pain, and Ken Collins grits his teeth and puts on more pressure! But Crimson struggles with a surge of strength and rolls over onto his back again, then sits up and grabs Ken Collins by the throat! Ken Collins breaks his grip on Crimson's ankle, and Crimson fights his way to his feet, then lifts Ken Collins by the throat for the CHOKESLAM!! But when he gets him up, Ken Collins struggles, and when Crimson's grip loosens he falls and hooks Crimson in mid-air to bring him down into the CALIFORNIA CROSSFACE!! The crowd's cheers are even more deafening this time, and Crimson begins frantically struggling in the hold!

Komachi enters the ring and rushes at Ken Collins with an elbowdrop, but he releases the hold and rolls away, and she hits only mat! Komachi starts to get up, but Ken Collins comes in as she gets to her hands and knees, and this time puts her in the California Crossface!! The crowd cheers loudly, and Ken Collins cranks back hard on the hold; surely, he wants to exact a measure of revenge against Komachi as well, for what she did to Stacey Lockman! But Crimson's up again, and he grabs Ken Collins by the hair and pulls him off of Komachi! He starts to pull him up, but Stacey Lockman slips in behind him, sneaks up, and gives him a LOW BLOW!!

The crowd gives a large round of cheers, and Crimson doubles over, so Ken Collins brings him to the mat with a fireman's carry takedown! Stacey Lockman and Komachi are both urged out of the ring by Brendan Powers, but Crimson begins to get up again. Ken Collins catches him as he stands with a forearm smash, then a sharp kick to the midsection, and then a knifeedge chop that sends him reeling back into a corner of the ring. Ken Collins whips Crimson to the opposite corner, but Crimson reverses, and Ken Collins runs back-first into the turnbuckles and slumps against them! Crimson charges in with a kneelift, but Ken Collins dodges out of the way, and Crimson runs knee-first into the second turnbuckle! He cries out in pain and hobbles out, favoring his knee, and Ken Collins knocks him off his feet with a dropkick to the knee!

With Crimson down, Ken Collins quickly grabs his leg and gives a few sharp kicks to the inner thigh, then drops an elbow right across the side of the knee. Crimson grimaces in pain, and Ken Collins keeps his hold on Crimson's foot and ankle, wrenching his leg and bending it around his body in a grapevine. Gritting his teeth, Crimson plants his hands on the mat and drags himself to the ropes, and Brendan Powers calls for the break. Ken Collins keeps the hold applied until four, then lets up, and Crimson scowls as he pulls himself up on the ropes.

Before Crimson even finishes getting to his feet, Ken Collins comes in at him again, lashing out with a series of kicks to the leg that send Crimson back down to one knee! Ken Collins unloads on him with a few right hands to the face while he's down like that, then backs into the ropes. Crimson straightens up and gets his bearings, and Ken Collins rocks him back against the ropes with a big dropkick to the chest! With Crimson on the ropes, Ken Collins backs up and charges him again, but this time Crimson explodes forward with a big boot that knocks Ken Collins off his feet! But after connecting, Crimson staggers forward, his leg gives out on him, and he falls to his hands and knees. He gives Ken Collins a look that's half disbelief and half contempt, then crawls to his corner and tags in Komachi!

Komachi looks at Crimson somewhat suspiciously, but Crimson glares at her and yells "GO ON, GET IN THERE AND KICK HIS ASS!" at her, and she steps into the ring. Ken Collins begins getting to his feet, and Komachi stalks up behind him and gives him a swift kick to the back! Ken Collins staggers forward, then turns around, and Komachi fires off a swift kick to the midsection that doubles him over a little bit, then pivots and catches him with a spin kick to the jaw! Ken Collins staggers back, and Komachi charges with a Yakuza kick, but Ken Collins steps to the side, then takes her down with a big dropkick!

Komachi gets back up, but Ken Collins kicks her in the midsection, then whips her into his corner! He tags in Stacey Lockman, then hooks Komachi in a front chancery and whips her to the mat in a snap suplex! Stacey Lockman falls right in step by catapulting herself in over the top rope to connect with a slingshot splash on Komachi, then crouches over her and begins raining right hands down on her face! Brendan Powers tells her to back off and stop the closed fists, and Stacey Lockman obeys, then backs into the ropes as Komachi gets up! Komachi turns to face her, and Stacey Lockman comes in and brings her down with a big jumping kneelift! The crowd cheers, and Stacey Lockman smiles and poses for them for a second!

But Komachi's getting right back up, so Stacey Lockman turns around and hammers her with a few right hands. Komachi absorbs the blows, then blocks one and doubles Stacey Lockman over with a big kick to the midsection! She steps back, then lashes out with a spin kick, but Stacey Lockman ducks it! Komachi spins around with the momentum so that she's facing away, and Stacey Lockman grabs her in a waistlock from behind and tries to lift, but doesn't quite get Komachi up enough to take her over in a German suplex! And then Komachi throws a back elbow, and Stacey Lockman staggers back, clutching her face, and Komachi whirls and ANNIHILATES her with a URAKEN!!

The crowd boos loudly, and Komachi stands over Stacey Lockman with a triumphant smirk on her face. But then her smile turns to one that's downright evil, and she drags Stacey Lockman over to the corner and tags in Crimson! The crowd gives a huge round of boos, and Ken Collins goes ballistic and rushes into the ring, but Brendan Powers gets in his way to stop him, and Crimson comes in and casually stands on Stacey Lockman's throat! Ken Collins finally gets control of himself and steps back, pointing at Crimson and calling Brendan Powers's attention to his illegal tactic, but Crimson lets up and puts an innocent look on his face when Brendan Powers turns around.

Ken Collins stares desperately across the ring as Crimson pulls Stacey Lockman up with a smirk, then puts on a full nelson! He lifts her, shakes her out like a toy, and then drives her down with a crushing FULL NELSON SLAM!! Ken Collins shouts in outrage and charges into the ring again, but again Brendan Powers gets in his way, trying to hold him back! This time, Ken Collins is so desperate he actually shoves Brendan Powers aside, but while he was tangled up with the referee Crimson walks over casually and clobbers him as soon as he's freed up! Ken Collins doubles over, and Crimson grabs him by the hair then chucks him out of the ring! He pulls Stacey Lockman into the middle of the ring, and places a foot on her chest for the academic cover. Brendan Powers counts, but Crimson laughs and raises his foot off of her at two!!

The crowd boos loudly, but Crimson smiles evilly down at Stacey Lockman. He's not done yet, and this is all perfectly legal by the rules of the match! He starts to grab for Stacey Lockman, but Ken Collins gets up on the apron and starts to get into the ring, so Crimson suddenly turns and charges him with a BIG BOOT TO THE HEAD!! Ken Collins flies off of the ring apron and crashes against the guardrail, then slumps to a heap on the floor! Crimson just took Ken Collins out of the picture, and now he has Stacey Lockman at his mercy! He winces and drops to one knee for a second, but soon shrugs off the pain and looks back down at Stacey Lockman with a smile!

Stacey Lockman's only now starting to stir, and Crimson grabs her ring attire and drags her into the center of the ring by it, then pulls her into a standing headscissors! He stops to give a cruel smile to the crowd, then lifts her and drives her DOWN to the mat with a big POWER BOMB!! The crowd's boos are deafening, and Crimson just looks around at all of them and laughs. Komachi looks on, smiling in approval, and Crimson nudges Stacey Lockman with a foot a few times, then waves a hand in front of her face to no response. She's probably out cold after that huge power bomb.

Crimson bends down and pulls Stacey Lockman's lifeless body up up, drags her to a corner, and sets her up on the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd! Crimson raises a hand in the air and signals for the Chokeslam, then steps out to the apron! He's going to Chokeslam her off the top turnbuckle, and you have to think that's very likely to put her in a wheelchair once again!! He walks along the apron and starts climbing the turnbucles! But Ken Collins is up, and he grabs a chair! Before Crimson can get up to even the second turnbuckle, Ken Collins charges forward with a desperate scream and WHACKS HIM RIGHT IN THE KNEE!! Crimson falls off of the turnbuckle and tumbles to the apron, and Brendan Powers immediately calls for the disqualification!

Crimson and Komachi defeated Ken Collins and Stacey Lockman when Crimson beat Stacey via disqualification in 0:08:04.
Rating: *

The match is over, but this situation may be just beginning! Crimson rolls off of the apron and lands on his feet on the floor, but Ken Collins draws back and whacks him hard in the knee with the chair, and that takes his leg right out from under him! Crimson drops to the floor, clutching his knee and roaring in pain, and Ken Collins grabs him and rolls him back into the ring, then slides inside! Komachi starts to come in, but Ken Collins charges and swings wildly at her with the chair, and she quickly dodges back and bails out of the ring! She grabs Minako's hand and begins walking up the ramp; she's taking off! Komachi wants no further part of this!

Ken Collins drops the chair and helps Stacey Lockman down off of the top turnbuckle, then gently sets her down on the mat, leaning against the corner. Then he looks down at her, and down at Crimson as he gets up, and picks up the chair again to a huge burst of cheers from the crowd! Crimson pulls himself to his feet, and Ken Collins rushes at him and NAILS him square in the head with the chair! Crimson goes down hard, and Ken Collins steps out to the apron and begins going up to the top turnbuckle! Crimson gets up and staggers groggily towards him, and Ken Collins leaps off with a TOP-ROPE CHAIRSHOT!! Crimson collapses to the mat!

With Crimson on the canvas and not moving, Ken Collins raises the chair up high in the air, then goes down and folds it around Crimson's ankle! With the chair around Crimson's ankle, Ken Collins heads up to the top turnbuckle again, then leaps off with a FLYING DOUBLE STOMP ON THE CHAIR!! Crimson comes alive with a huge roar of pain, thrashing around on the mat and clutching his leg! His violent struggles dislodge the chair from his ankle, but Ken Collins just walks over to him, grabs his leg, and puts him in an ANKLE LOCK SUBMISSION!! Crimson roars in pain again, and the crowd cheers loudly!

Crimson keeps struggling in desperation, but Ken Collins has snapped, and he's keeping the ankle lock submission applied! Crimson flails around, howling in pain, trying to find some way to escape the hold, but Ken Collins has it locked in good! Finally, Crimson raises a hand and begins tapping the mat, but even that doesn't cause Ken Collins to release the hold! Ken Collins has Crimson in the ankle lock, and he's not letting go for anything! Crimson keeps tapping out, but Ken Collins just won't let go! He's out of control!

Finally, the H.A.R.P. Squad begins pouring out of the backstage entrance, and the crowd boos their arrival; the fans have no problem with what's going on in the ring right now! But the H.A.R.P. Squad hits the ring, and two of them grab Ken Collins and forcibly pull him off of Crimson, as others check on the well-being of Crimson and Stacey Lockman. Six days before Deck the Halls, Ken Collins is out of control with this savage assault on the VCW World Champion! Crimson finally pushed him too far, and he paid the price for it tonight!! Will he continue paying at Deck the Halls? We're out of time tonight!! Join us in six days, when Ken Collins challenges Crimson for the VCW World Title in a Submission Match, live on pay-per-view!

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