Trey Vincent vs. Sharc
Cage Match, Special Referee: Reed Young

Pressure Point 71
Aug. 11, 2003

The lights dimmed and all lights focused on the 15-foot-high cage, which slowly descended from the ceiling of the Target Center and fell into place around the ring. This was your basic cage, with an open top, and made of fencing. One door for the competitors to get in, that would be locked until there is a pin or submission. Because, let's face it, getting over the top of the cage isn't proof of anything other than climbing skills.

"Without Me" by Eminem hit! WTFMF! The fans went ballistic as Reed Young walked out and was announced as the special guest referee! Young stomped down the aisle, in his black and white referee shirt and black jeans, and climbed up into the cage. Failed. The fans laughed, but Young got it right the second time without losing his footing.

As Young set up shop, "Big Ego's" by Dr. Dre played. And Trey Vincent came back out, accompanied by flashing green lights and a big spotlight. Young went all out this week for TV. Vincent made his TV arm movements (cheerleading-like would be too faggy a description for Trey's liking, just for the record) like in his earlier segment this evening, and then sauntered down the aisle. Carrying a Miller High Life. He guzzled down the remainder and brought it with him into the cage. Snickers could be heard across the country at his choice of beer.

His music even continued playing as Sharc walked out. But then, quickly, cut off. Vincent and Young high-fived in the ring, but after that, Vincent was all business and just waiting as Sharc coolly strolled down the aisle. Yes, alone. But tonight, he was bringing his trademark barbed wire 2x4. The fans cheered on Sharc, but he paid them no mind. At first. Then he walked around every side of the cage, raising his arms before the fans. His fans.

Making Vincent wait. Vincent, meanwhile, had put his beer bottle under a turnbuckle, where Young stood guard. He wanted to make sure Vincent would get that bottle. The match stip was incredibly cliche, with Young as the referee. The question would be if Sharc could cause enough hell and make Young make the count.

Vincent stood by the door, urging Sharc to come in that way. Instead, Sharc began climbing. Vincent yelled "son of a bitch," but also began climbing. Both men grabbed the top bar of the cage and stared into each other's eyes just for one second. Sharc threw his board into the ring over Vincent's head.

And then the punches began. They exchanged rights, holding on to the bar with their left hands to avoid a nasty fall. Right by Sharc. Right by Vincent. It kept on until Sharc hit several rights in a row, forcing Vincent to lose his footing on the cage and fall crotch first onto the top rope.

Young yelled something at Sharc, who simply flipped his boss off with a middle finger, of course, getting a cheap pop. Vincent tipped over onto the mat and Sharc stood atop the cage. The fans were still on their feet, the bell hadn't sounded yet to let them sit down. And this was gonna be one hell of a first offensive move for the match.

Sharc turned around? Very slowly, looking quite unsteady, perhaps a bit nervous he would take a nasty fall, one way or the other, well, a fall before he was ready for it.

The crowd roared in disbelief as Sharc executed a moonsault from the top of the cage! He connected with Vincent, and TV would be the man to ask how it feels when a 245 pound man falls on you from 15 feet up in the air. And what a crashing sound it made on the mat when he landed; the wrestling equivalent of a baseball player hitting a homerun shot.

The crowd went "holy shit" crazy as the bell sounded. Sharc struggled, but pulled himself over to cover Vincent and hook both legs. Young, apparently, had vowed sometime in the night to call this thing right down the middle or fire himself. Riiiiight.

But he got down and counted.

One!

Two!

Kickout!

As Sharc spun around, he spied something out of the corner of his eye. That Miller High Life bottle Vincent had brought into the cage. He made a beeline right for it, despite Young trying to imitate a roadblock. Sharc reached down for the bottle, but suddenly felt a painful stinging on his inner thighs. He looked down and saw his barbed wire board there, and from his peripheral vision saw Vincent standing behind him, and then, from very far away, heard the crowd groaning in disgust.

Sharc started to fall, but caught himself on the ropes. Vincent punched him in the head. Out of sheer desperation, Sharc headbutted the fuck out of Vincent, sending him straight back to the mat. Sharc grabbed the board, pulled, hoping to slowly loose the wire from the flesh in his legs. But he realized it would have to be quick and painful instead of slow and painful.

And it was out. Sharc roared in pain and collapsed to his knees, all while tossing the board so it slid against the cage. His gray tights were shredded in a couple of spots now. But he could walk, and the shot missed the vital organs in that area.

As Vincent got to his feet, he was simply taken back down by a clothesline. Back up, another clothesline, back down. Vincent got back up and Sharc whipped him to the ropes. Backdrop? Sort of. Vincent landed on his feet and ran Sharc toward the rope.

Rollup. Cover for Reed Young.

One.

Two.

Sharc powered Vincent off, sending him into the ropes. As Vincent rebounded, he was caught into a small package.

One.

Two.

No.

Vincent was back up, as was Sharc. Vincent slid through Sharc's legs and pulled Sharc down into a sunset flip.

One.

Two.

Reverse, Sharc sat up and kept hold of Vincent's legs.

One.

Two.

Back into the sunset flip.

One.

Two.

Sharc broke free. Grabbed both of Vincent's legs and put all his weight down on him.

One.

Two.

Vincent spun him out. Sunset flip again.

One.

Two.

Both men got up. Vincent with a dropkick attempt to Sharc's ankle. Sharc jmps up and avoids it. Leg drop attempt by Sharc. Vincent just gets his neck out of there and spins around with a sweep kick. Sharc ducks this time. Both men scramble to their feet. Superkick attempt by Vincent misses. Sharc with a clothesline attempt. Nope. Vincent grabbed his arm. Hammerlock. Sharc with an elbow shot to the side of Vincent's head. And another. And a third breaks the hold.

But Vincent recovers with a school boy. Hand on the ropes, Young doesn't notice (care?).

One.

Two.

Sharc rolls through and scrambles to his feet and they stand off, fists bared. Applause from the crowd. Vincent drops his stance, followed by Sharc. Both men take a half-lap and then go for a collar and elbow tie up? Nope again. Sharc with a go-behind, and an attempt at a German suplex. Vincent didn't bite.

Shocking Conclusion.

Yes, a Stone Cold Stunner rip-off, but much more effective. Or so Vincent would tell you. Instead of trying for a cover, Vincent got up and headed to the corner where his beer bottle sat. He retrieved it and then headed for Sharc.

Vincent leaned down, grabbed a handful of Sharc's hair and dragged him up.

Hit him with the bottle. It didn't smash.

Hit him again. Nope. Glass was still in one piece. This wasn't some candy glass jar. Or if it was, Sharc's head was really soft.

A third shot wasn't the charm. But the fourth was and shattered all over Sharc's face and the mat. Vincent shook some glass from his hand, and was forced to pull one small shard from his palm. He shook his hand in pain, but decided to make a cover. Young, meanwhile, tried to sweep some of the broken glass out of the way with his foot. He wasn't very successful, but points for effort. Then he noticed the cover.

One.

Two.

Thre-nope. Sharc got the shoulder up. Vincent pulled Sharc up to his feet. Irish whip to the corner. Sharc, busted open, remained standing there as Vincent charged with a clothesline. The Future Hardcore Legend remained standing.

The Sports Entertainment Icon, however, wasn't scared of Sharc. He had beat him last week. And this week, he had Reed Young in his corner. After grabbing yet more of Sharc's hair, Vincent sent a vicious overhand right down onto Sharc's wounded forehead. And again. Rightrightrightright. Then going to Sharc's ribs with a rapid Leftrightleftrightleftright combination.

And then Vincent remembered something very important. He grabbed Sharc's right left and pulled him out from the corner.

Dragon screw.

A painful memory was awakened for Sharc. One week ago, his right leg took tremendous abuse by Vincent, and eventually a baseball bat wielded by Young. Vincent grabbed the right leg again, picked it up and sat straight down on it. Sharc shot straight up and screamed as the pain as Vincent's 265 pounds landed hard.

To compound things, Vincent got up and did it again. Sharc screamed even more. Vincent smiled. Got up. Grabbed hold of the leg again and turned him over into a single leg crab. Sharc grabbed handfuls of his own hair and pulled, and pulled and pulled.

But then he pulled and pulled Vincent to the ropes. Young told Vincent to break the hold. A couple times. With a smile on his face. Vincent smiled back. Vincent then waved his fist in his "why I oughta" way, the one he learned from Homer Simpson. Young begged off. Young and Vincent were about the only ones laughing.

Out of boredom, and knowing Sharc doesn't submit, he dropped the hold. Vincent picked up Sharc leg and pulled it high, only to slam it back down on the mat. After that, Vincent went to center ring and raised his arms.

Boos. Plenty of them.

Vincent headed to the opposite side of the ring from Sharc and waited, bent over, anticipating something. Sharc pulled himself up using the ropes, and that was the only opening TV needed. Charge. Shoulder block to the back of Sharc's leg. It could have dislocated his knee. And Sharc screamed as if it had just been.

Quick pull to center ring and pin by Vincent.

One.

Two.

Thre-shoulder up.

"Can't you count faster?" Vincent shouted at Young. But Vincent didn't even wait for a reply. The Sports Entertainment Icon wasn't frustrated yet. But he was getting there. He pulled up Sharc and then put him over his shoulder. Did a quick lap around the ring and charged.

And tossed Sharc face first into the steel cage. As Sharc recoiled, he landed throat first on the top rope, for an added bonus of pain. It was a very focused attack by Vincent tonight. Maybe not his usual over the top appearance, but calculated.

It was now time for a figure-four leglock. But somebody forgot to tell Sharc, who grabbed hold of his hair and punched him in the head to stagger Vincent. Sharc got to his knees and connected with another punch. The crowd was getting behind him as he got to one knee and rocked Vincent with another punch. And finally, Sharc stood, fighting back the pain and punched the hell out of Vincent.

But as Vincent fell, he dropkicked Sharc in the knee.

Both men were down, but Vincent was still in better shape at this point.

Young went over to Sharc and helped him up? For Vincent to take him back down with the move he calls the Cliffhanger, the uranage slam, aka the Rock Bottom. But Sharc hit some wild right elbows, jarring the hell out of Vincent, who fell against the ropes, unable to hit the Cliffhanger. He'd have to wait for that one.

A bit groggy, Vincent stepped forward and walked right into a scoop up by Sharc. He held him over his right shoulder, and then grabbed him around the neck with his left arm. Power side slam. Vincent dropped brutally down on his upper shoulders and neck area.

Momentum = shifted. Sharc laid backward across Vincent. Young went down and counted.

One.

Two.

Thr-foot on the nearby rope.

Sharc spied his barbed wire board and pulled it out using his foot. He positioned it and then grabbed Vincent. Whip to the ropes.

Drop toe hold onto the barbed wire board!

The fans roared in approval, while Reed Young had nothing but objections. Vincent retreated to a corner, but Sharc smelled blood and was on the hunt. He pulled Vincent from the mat and ran with him.

Face met cage.

Handful of hair charge to the opposite side.

Face meet this side of cage

Sharc did it twice more, so Vincent's mug was well acquainted with the entire structure. Vincent appeared out on his feet. Sharc spun him around..

BANG!

Hit Vincent with the Sharc Attack!

And made the cover with his leg hooked!

One!

...

TWO!

...

THRE-SHOULDER UP!

Sharc climbed over Vincent's body and grabbed Young by the throat. He wasn't going to tolerate one of those "it's all over" slow counts unless it *was* all over. The Future Hardcore Legend lifted Young about two feet off the ground and backed him into the corner. Vincent dove for the 2x4 and scrambled on his knees to hit Sharc in the leg.

Succeeded too.

Backslide by Vincent.

BOTH FEET ON THE ROPES!

Reed Young down for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

SHARC WAS KICKING LIKE CRAZY!

THREEGOTFREE!

The fans cheered, as Vincent and Young simultaneously hit the mat. They couldn't believe it! Sharc was defying the odds. But he was having a tough time getting off the mat. He pushed, but his arms just wouldn't support him.

Cue the interference. The fans heads turned to the entryway. Only one woman would dare get involved in this brutal match. But the question remained: Whose side was Bait on?

She climbed the cage as Vincent and Young both smiled. Vincent began rubbing at his crotch and looking lecherously at her. She smiled back at him.

Sharc was back up in the middle of the ring. Bait sat on the top bar of the cage and looked down at her bleeding and battered boyfriend. Then looked at Young, whom she allegedly signed a contract with, and Vincent, whom she had a convenient memory for. Sharc looked up at her. Vincent continued to rub his crotch as Young jumped around like a rabbit, or some stupid animal.

Bait jumped down and landed on the top rope!

Springboard!

Flying clothesline attempt!

Sharc ducked!

Reed and Vincent were taken down!

The fans went wild as Bait landed. She stood up and walked face to face with Sharc. Was that an accident? Sharc stared coldly at her, and she returned the gaze.

She wound up!

Spun around!

Decked Young!

YES!

But Vincent was up. He grabbed Bait by the hair and her shorts and full force tossed her into the steel cage! Sharc looked on in horror and ran to her, but Vincent grabbed him, spun him around, picked him up, dropped him over his shoulder and cradled his head!

COMING DOWN!

And Sharc was out!

Boos rained down on Vincent and a recovering Reed Young. Vincent hooked a leg with his arm and his right leg and cinched it in.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

All over. Sharc had lost again to Vincent. The crowd was irate. But there was more to make them even more pissed. Oh yes. Because Vincent, now happy with his victory, stood up and hugged Young. The Action! owner raised Vincent's arms high in the air, but that's when the badness started.

Young handed Vincent the barbed wire 2x4. He held it in his hand straight in the air, and then fell down, driving the edge of it into Sharc's head. He barely even reacted, he was so out of it from Coming Down. The board shot was only an exclamation point.

That wasn't too bad.

Then Vincent looked over at Bait.

Welcome to the badness.

There was no way out, other than over the cage. Young had the key to the door, and he wasn't giving it up anytime soon. She looked at Sharc, quite worried, but then that worry became fear at Young and Vincent closed in on her. She quickly turned and climbed to the top rope. Vincent laughed, and then started following her.

She got to the top. She might have made it. If not for Vincent grabbing hold of her long blonde locks. He held her up there and then grabbed her around the neck.

Oh good lord, no!

Vincent pulled her back over until he was standing on the top rope.

SUPERPLEX FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE ON BAIT! Women aren't supposed to take bumps like that! Screw gender equality, that's a 125-pound woman falling from about 10 feet in the air.

But the badness? No, it wasn't over. There were still two despicable deeds to be done. And Reed Young had the honor of the next one. Vincent gave him the barbed wire board. He sat down on Bait's midsection and proceeded to put the barbed wire over her forehead and rapidly moving it side to side!

The fans? You want heat? You got heat!

He let up.

Bait was bleeding.

Not a trickle of blood.

Not a stream.

She was GUSHING blood.

Disturbing? Over the line. This was FUCKED!

And Young and Vincent smiled in the carnage.

Done? No. One last deed.

Boyfriend and girlfriend were dragged to mid-ring. Vincent and Young bounced off opposite sides of the ropes for an abbreviated version of Vincent's Big Time Fist Drop.

High-fives by Young and Vincent.

Disgust from the crowd.

Pain for Sharc and Bait.

And no doubt a bunch of pissed of censors.

Winner: Trey Vincent, Sharc loses Best Of Three Series 2-0

NEXT CHAPTER: Partial Destruction Beginning >>

©2003 John Leary