The evening’s fun and games began when we were graced by the appearance of two-thirds of Murder Incorporated -- the ever-lovely Minka Murder and the ever-lovelier Big Hurt (and yes, folks, on that part, I’m being sarcastic). It seems that dear Minka was a trifle peeved about something that occurred at the last show; I believe it had something to do with one “T-Bone” Tony Banks costing her man Big Hurt a Heavyweight title shot. She called Banks out to the ring, but instead got the Pride of the WEST SIDE! -- of course, I’m talking about none other than Chiyoda Ropa. Big Hurt decided to take out his frustrations on Ropa, who managed a few shots of his own, and even surprised me when I saw him actually catch hurt with a Hell’s Gate triangle hold; he then moved it into an arm-bar, and I swear if Ropa could have held it longer, I think we’d have seen Hurt actually tap! But even with Ropa hanging on, Big Hurt picked him up and slammed him to the mat, breaking the hold. One Big Hurt slam later, and Ropa was pinned.

Next out to the ring came two-thirds of Team Be Jealous: Jessicka Havok and Dick Jeremy, who was dressed like he was ready for a match. Was he going to be the one facing Angel Dust in that Challenge match later on? There was no clear answer, save for a cryptic “There’s a big surprise in store” from Jessicka. That set my Rogue-sense off; something bad was coming… but what?

Apparently this was going to be Murder Incorporated’s night, because “Superstar” Bill Martel came out (with Minka, of course) for a non-title match with MCW Elite Champion “Luscious” Larry Lavender. No sooner did Minka get to ringside than the old standard “SHE’S GOT HERPES” chant began (ah, the classics). Martel seemed a little too rattled by both the chants of the fans and by Larry, who was dominant for the majority of the match; however, I should add that Martel got a few decent shots in as well -- but he just couldn’t seem to finish the job. Just as Larry had planted Bill on the mat and went up for his top-rope leg drop, Minka (who’d been sent to the back by the referee) came up from behind and shoved Larry off, sending him crashing to the mat; in came Big Hurt for a little two-on-one beating on Larry, costing Martel the match by DQ.

Angel Dust came out, prepared to face a member of Team Be Jealous whom she’d challenged for a one-on-one match. Out came Havok and Jeremy, and Jessicka was sporting the biggest cat-ate-the-canary grin I’d ever seen. “This can’t be good,” I said to myself, “not good at all.” She took the house mic and said “You said you’d face any member of Team Be Jealous…allow me to introduce the two newest members of the Team…” Out to the ring came -- HOLY PEARL HARBOR! The “two new members” were the new MCW Tag Team Champions: Shawn Blaze and Seth Allen! I’m telling you, the crowd was shocked and even appalled; this vendetta that Team Be Jealous had towards Angel Dust had just gone to obsession. What followed wasn’t so much a match as it was a four-on-one mugging, with Blaze allegedly Angel’s opponent. But I have to say that despite the onslaught, Angel Dust didn’t give up, nor was she pinned! The desperation factor kicked in on the foursome, who all piled into the ring on Angel, who won the match by DQ. But that didn’t seem to stop the attack -- until a figure appeared out of the blue, armed with a kendo stick: JUSTIN DIAZ! He proceeded to clear the ring of the Bromance Express (I’m sorry, I meant the Broski Express) and even delivered a nutshot to his former assistant, who tried to attack him from behind; this left Jessicka open for a surprise attack from a waiting Angel Dust!

Diaz took the mic and told everyone how he’d tried to stay away and stay retired, he really did -- but when he found out what Dick Jeremy had been doing and apparently disregarded everything Diaz had taught him, he had no choice but to come back and teach someone a lesson. And since Team BJ liked to set a girl up to fight a guy, why don’t they take on Angel Dust and Justin Diaz. . .in two weeks! I’m telling you, folks, there’s not much that surprises me -- and this, this blew my mind! This little fandango is far from being over.

Supa Lucha and Wilbur Whitlock came to the ring and received a hero’s welcome form the crowd. Wilbur took the mic and spoke how they fought a hell of a fight last time -- but came up short and failed to win the belts. Then again, he went on, he always seemed to come up short when it really mattered in championship matches, whether it was an incompetent ref in the Elite Championship Battle Royal or his Heavyweight Championship title match, he always seemed to come up short. He paused, then hit Lucha with a Whitlock Cutter! He seemed to think they’d lost the Tag Team belts because Lucha walked out on him! “And after all, you can only push a man just so far…” He told Lucha that “you’re gonna pay for all the sins…” and hit him with another Cutter! His delusional rant went on: “fan support got me nowhere, I did better when I had no one but myself, I don’t need anyone!” (These are the bits I could get) He added “The blood from my deeds will be on all your hands…”, then looks down at Lucha and screams “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” He then locked a guillotine choke on Lucha and cinched it in tight! This brought all the refs to the ring to get him off Lucha. Wilbur left the ring -- but then rushed back in and attacked Lucha as well as the refs and even a member of the security crew. Damnation -- I’ve seen meltdowns in my time, but I’ve never (and I do mean never) seen anyone completely snap like this.

Mike Hercum faced off against “T-Bone” Tony Banks in the next match, and from the start, Hercum had a hard time coping with the size and power difference between the two of them. That is, until Hercum found an equalizer; he dropkicked Banks’ taped right knee, and centered all his attacks on that one part (a sound strategy, can’t fault him for it). I‘m telling you, Hercum nailed Banks’ knee so many times and in so many ways that my own knee started to hurt! But despite the pain, Banks never quit, and managed to fight back, even hitting Hercum with a series of flying shoulder blocks (gotta respect that). Something told me that Big Hurt would be out here, and as always, I hate it when my hunches are right; out came Minka and Big Hurt. Minka distracted the ref, allowing Hurt to get in the ring, nail Banks, and then bail out to the far side of the ring. Hercum then casually puts the Sharpshooter on Banks, who’s out cold; the ref calls for the bell and awards the match to Mike, who should really thank Murder Incorporated for the assist (lord, they had a busy night, didn’t they?).

At last month’s show, Jebediah had defied the odds and won a shot at the MCW Heavyweight title. And now, in the Main Event of the night, he had one final challenge: defeat Shasta for the title. Not an easy task, one would think. Some would even call it a suicide mission (I would, but that‘s me; your opinion may vary). But from the look in Jebediah’s eyes, he was going to win the belt or die trying. Shasta was in control early on, keeping Jebediah from doing much of anything until he managed to break free and take the big man off his feet with a cross-body block. Jebediah then went on the attack, stomping on Shasta’s chest (that’d either stop your heart or restart it, not sure which; it just hurt to watch). The fight went out of the ring, where Shasta returned the favor, only with brutal chops to Jebediah’s chest! Back in the ring, Shasta picked up Jebediah for what was going to be a Shasta Driver, only when he turned Jebediah around, his black boots caught the ref in the head and dropped him. Shasta appeared to hit the Driver and went for the pin -- only there was no referee. As he looked around, a figure came into the ring, armed with a chair: HOLY CRAP! SHANE SENSATION? Shane blasted Shasta with the chair, and fled as quickly as he’d appeared. Jebediah went for the pin -- and only got a two-count! He went for a discus elbow (or clothesline) and missed with the first -- but the second one was right on target! A roll-up and a three-count. . .AND WE HAVE A NEW MCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: JEBEDIAH!

Just as the ref went to give Jebediah the belt, Shasta took it and ordered the music cut. He looked at Jebediah and asked “Did you have anything to do with that?” (By that, he meant Shane’s appearance). Jebediah looked him in the eye and said “With what?” Shasta asked him again, and Jebediah said something along the line of “I don’t know what happened.” (My lip-reading skills aren’t what they used to be.) That seemed to satisfy Shasta, who handed the belt to Jebediah and left the ring.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again (to borrow the famous quote): An MCW show is like a box of chocolates. . . You never know what you’re gonna get!

Until next time, brothers and sisters, I am -- as always -- the Reverend Rogue Six, and I will be seeing you at ringside!