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Pressure Point 71
Aug. 11, 2003
Starring Trey Vincent, Bait, Sharc & Reed Young

"Big Ego's" by Dr. Dre hit the speakers. Boos, with the smallest sprinkling of cheers, filled the arena for Trey Vincent, the man who stepped out, decked out in the same gear he had sported last week, black tights with big green stripes down the side and the letters TV emblazoned over his crotch, as well as a Mine Is Just Bigger T-shirt (on the back, in big letters is the word EGO in his trademark color, forest green).

One week ago, he had defeated Sharc in a baseball bats and chairs match. It was *supposed* to have been a one-week appearance for a lot of dough. But the self-proclaimed Sports Entertainment Icon was back and looked like he was ready to sports entertain again.

Vincent climbed the steps, entered the ring and climbed a turnbuckle to raise his arms out wide (a "T") and then put his arms up into a V-position. Yes, his initials. It was his new thing. He hopped down and retrieved a microphone from a technician and motioned for his music to be cut. It was.

The noise of the crowd was something Vincent just thrived on. He smiled, standing center-ring, and pivoted, soaking in the boos and few cheers he got. As the camera closed in, it revealed that his forehead was bandaged. Just two days earlier, in the Internet Wrestling Organization, he did battle against Keith Scott Zimmerman and the Hardcore God. Vincent had pinned Zimmerman, but was defeated later by Hardcore God in the three-way dance.

"One week ago, Trey Vincent, moi, made history. No, I'm not talking about that silly hardcore match I had last week. I'm talking about after the show. I was hurting so bad, but my pain was eased by the presence of one of the luckiest ladies in Action. My viewers may recognize her by the name of Bait. Sharc's lovely valet.

"I pulled out one of the most old-school stipulations there is. Winning a night with his lady. But I have to tell you something. It wasn't one of those deals where I made her clean my penthouse. I didn't say, 'Hey, Bait, here's a mop, here's a broom, clean up my place nice and then come suck me dry.'"

Vincent got some boos, and some cheers from some guys for that one. Bait was hot. Plenty of good imagery there.

"Instead, I did the romantic thing, you know. I took her to Burger King." A few laughs. "I took her on a nice long drive, to my hotel room." A few more laughs. "And then I fucked her...all night long!"

And there came the boos for the Franchise Player, Trey Vincent. His humorous, light-hearted tone was gone. Replaced with a disgusting, lecherous tone. Or, perhaps, they were for Bait, for cheating on Sharc. That's when Vincent took a quick peek up at the 15-foot high cage hanging above the ring. But he ignored it and continued on.

"And I know none of you jerkweeds in the crowd would believe me. So, I did myself up a little video. But this wasn't gonna be something that Tom Bergeron fuck could show on his show. No, this is more fitting for the Spice Channel. But...I made some deals, got some of those blurry image things that makes it look like the girl has 20 nipples. And well, need I say no more." Vincent chuckled as the lights dimmed and the ReedYoung!Tron lit up (just to review, that's what Trey still believes it's called for some reason). This is what waited for Sharc on the monitor:

Your generic hotel room. The camera opened up on the bed, where Bait was laying, completely naked on top of the blanket. As mentioned before, those lovely little fuzzy screen thing blocked out the goodies. Vincent sat beside her upper-body, close to a table, on top of which sat his phone, lamp and several empty bottles of Treyweisers.

"Gat damn, Sharc. Look at her. She's absolutely perfect. Aside from her breasts. Which is fine, for you, I guess. But you know what was fun? About an hour ago, before I tired her all out, I put a black wig on her head. And I'll be damned, but she looks exactly like Michelle Branch, the woman I would give all of my body hair for. Only that, and nothing more.

"And Sharc, it didn't take much, either. All I did was give her some beers. And she got so damn horny, it was amazing. She could be a porn star." He looked down at her. "If she got implants. But that's besides the point, buddy. I'm just getting my engines going to make part two here. She's been aching for a REAL man, Sharc. I don't know what in the hell you've been doing. I guess falling through tables and being hurt is hurting your sex life."

Vincent rolled around, so he was on top of Sharc's real-life girlfriend, who was, obviously, unconscious. That black wig was still on her. She, indeed, did look like Michelle Branch, the singer.

"She's a little worn out, but that's OK. I got plenty more body parts to fill. Even her ears are looking good to me. Hehehehe. Aww, Sharc, you are screwed worse than your girlfriend is here. This body is all mine. And there is nothing you can do about it. Because you don't know where she is, and by the time you see this, it'll be too late already.

"Point: No one fucks with Trey Vincent. But Trey Vincent fucks, whoever, he wants. Fini."

Static.

The boos were tremendous for Vincent, aside from the sickos who enjoyed the blurry nudity on Action.

"Talk about pushing the envelope. I was pushing the envelope--"

Sharc was out. Running. He was in the ring before Vincent even realized it, but Vincent ducked out of a mad dive by Sharc and found himself on the floor, flashing his cocky smile. Tonight, Sharc sported an Action logo T-shirt. Take from that whatever you'd like.

"Hold on Sharc. Before you attack me, you better know something. I may, or may not have fucked your girl, that video was just all in fun. And, well, that's between me and her. But, there is one thing that I did. And that was take plenty of photos. And if you fuck with me, I'll post them all on my Web site. Imagine the hits. And just wait till my brand new Web site comes up. Talk about a, wide opening."

Sharc had a microphone. "I'll sue your ass and Action and bring a world of hurt down on you that you've never had the joy of feeling before."

"Without Me" by Eminem hit. The Boss was on his way. And arrived. He walked the aisle until he was officially cowering behind Vincent and peering over his shoulder to look at Sharc. Vincent gave him a "get-your-ass-away-from-me" look. Young backed up a good 20 feet at that look.

"Look what I got, Sharc!" Young belted out. "FUCKING CONTRACTS SIGNED BY YOUR SLUT! MUHAHAHAHA. She signed to allow Action to take buck naked photos of her! And Trey can post them, because, SHE FUCKING signed it! Muwahahaha!"

The crowd was mighty pissed at this development. This was flat out extortion. Sharc had no idea what he had stepped into when he pissed off Young. This was all Vincent's idea. It HAD to be. Young wasn't this smart.

"She agreed to EVERY FUCKING thing THE BOSS wanted. I got her Jane Nocock on every single paper thingee in my HANDS MOTHER FUCKING FUCKER!"

Sharc had enough of this wit and chimed in. "Vincent, this is complete bullshit. You the sports entertainment icon? Why don't you come in this ring, tonight, and give me one more shot at you! I want that fucker in this ring!"

"OMG! YOU'RE THE FUCKER, FUCKER!" Young yelled.

"And Vincent. I'm gonna walk over your dead body to get to him."

Vincent and Young had a quick huddle at the halfway point between them. Vincent stayed further back as he made his decision.

"The game is back on," Vincent said, his cocky smile returning. "Since you got the jones to get Reed in the ring, we'll make this a best 2 out of 3 series. Since there are, what, two weeks left until the pay-per-view? Whatever."

"WHAT EVER!" Young seconded.

"You got tonight. If you can beat me tonight. And NEXT week, you can have Reed Young delivered on a platter to that very ring!"

The fans cheered. They felt it. Sharc had two chances. He had conquered the same sort of odds when he had taken care of Fiend. They were sure he could do it tonight. And they were backing him up.

"All I need, is five minutes alone with that fucking moron," Sharc grunted out.

"Then we have ourselves a deal, gentlemen," Vincent said, trying to conclude the segment. "Trey Vincent takes on Sharc. In match number two, and the only one I'll need to kill your hopes, again. You win, we sports entertain yet again next week. And, if you by some chance beat me twice, you get Reed Young.

"And since I had a feeling you might be a little pissed off at me, well, I came prepared tonight. Look at the ceiling, Sharc. I know, it's a place you've seen plenty of times, and most people do when they sports entertain with the Franchise Player."

Sharc looked up and saw nothing but a cage.

"Rage in a cage. Hell in a cell. Rumble in the jungle. Whatever you want to label it. Tonight, we fight, in that very cage!" Vincent announced.

The fans cheered that announcement. All Sharc could do was laugh. The crowd cheered loudly. In part, because of the announcement, but something else was happening.

Bait was happening, with a chair. She ran up behind Young and belted him in the back of the head! The crowd EXPLODED in cheers as Young fell down. Bait jumped on top of him and began beating the crap out of him.

Vincent charged toward the fight, but Sharc was on his way. Vincent pulled Bait up by her blonde hair, but was quickly speared to the floor by Sharc. Sharc picked up the chair.

CRACK

Vincent went right back down.

CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK

Sharc tossed the chair down beside Vincent, who he would face later this night in yet another match with huge stakes. Sharc and Bait raised their arms in triumph. Vincent was down. Young was down. And Sharc and Bait stood triumphant. Only time would tell if it would last.

NEXT CHAPTER: Trey Vincent vs. Sharc (Cage Match, Special Referee: Reed Young) >>

©2003 John Leary