Sharc vs. Sylo, ????, Trey Vincent & Reed Young
No Disqualification Gauntlet Match

Instinct
Aug 31, 2003
Writer: John Leary

{JOINED IN PROGRESS}

"Big Ego's" by Dr. Dre. The lights went green for the self-proclaimed Sports Entertainment Icon. He stepped out, wearing his usual sports entertainment attire, black trunks with TV in green on the crotch, and traditional elbow pads and knee pads and black wrist bands. He raised his arms into a T and then a V.

Then, Vincent walked over to Reed Young and tried to help him up. He got Reed to his knees, but that was about all Vincent was going to help him. He took off his COMINGDOWN! T-shirt (in a Smackdown logo ripoff; on the back, it says, If Reed Had A Daughter, I'd F*** Her For The Inheritance, Hi Vince! Love the shows!).

Vincent slid under the bottom rope and looked across the ring at Sharc. Vincent was doing his best to make that man's life and career less and less valuable. Every show. Every week. Simply because he could, he really had nothing to gain from it. Well, aside from Reed Young's money. And his own sick happiness.

Sharc was already wounded. Bleeding from his head and his torn back. Vincent had beaten Sharc at full speed twice, no worries, right? During Vincent's entrance, the referee had cleared the ring of debris left over from the Sylo/Sharc portion of the match. It was now clear. No glass, table bits or broken chairs. Just two men and a referee. Who really aren't men, after all...hehe.

OK. So. The bell sounded and here we go. They approached each other and Vincent went on the offense. He delivered several overhand punches to the top of Sharc's head, backing him into a corner. Vincent attacked with rapid fire punches to Sharc's head and midsection.

TV grabbed hold of Sharc's right leg, the leg he had targeted since their war began, and pulled Sharc toward the center of the ring.

Sharc hit Vincent with an enzugeri.

Made a cover.

One.

Two.

Nope.

Sharc struggled to get to his feet, as Vincent was already on his. He laughed, watching Sharc struggle up to his feet. Vincent began winding his right arm in a circle. He claimed to be the Mike Tyson of sports entertainment, and he wanted to blast Sharc with a knockout blast.

As Sharc turned around, he didn't even have a chance to see it coming. Vincent blasted Sharc in the side of the head. Sharc's head whiplashed from the punch. He stood there a moment, looked at Vincent, then at the ropes, and collapsed onto them, eventually falling flat on his back.

Vincent's smile grew even wider. He raises his arms triumphantly. Sharc was out of gas. He'd blown up. Nothing left in the tank. Vincent grabbed hold of Sharc's legs and dragged him to dead center of the ring. The Sports Entertainment Icon walked around so he stood in front of Sharc's shoulders and head.

The fans all rose to their feet, as a move of this sort is prone to do. That move being the most outrageous one in sports and entertainment today. TV pulled off one of his black wristbands and dropped it on Sharc's chest.

Big. Bounced off one side of the ropes.

Time. Bounced off the opposite side of the ring.

Fist. Went to the third side of the ropes.

Drop. Fourth side and let the fist fall onto Sharc's bloody face.

Made the cover. Hooked the leg.

One!

Sharc wasn't moving.

Two!

Still no signs of life. The fans couldn't believe it!

Three!

Nooooooo!

The fans couldn't believe it! The bell sounded. Vincent had pinned Sharc! The camera cut to Reed Young on the ramp, who was jumping up and down like crazy. Back in the ring, the referee was about to raise Vincent's arm.

About to, being the key word.

The fans erupted as Sharc suddenly kipped up Shawn Michaels style. Vincent stopped and turned around. This time, he didn't even have the chance to see the punch coming.

But this one has brass knux attached to it!

Just as Vincent hit the mat, Sharc was on top of him, blasting away with the knux. And these weren't cute little I'll cover him up to protect him shots. These were stiff. Vincent was opened up in about three shots, but he was unconcsious. He barely even reacted to the punches.

Back at the entryway, Young had stopped celebrating. He didn't know what was going on here. This wasn't a two out of three falls affair. Once Sharc was done beating Vincent bloody, for the insults, for breaking into his home, for trying to embarrass him on television, for attacking his leg and most of all, for hurting Bait.

Speaking of Bait, she came in the ring. Sharc handed her the bloody brass knux and lifted Vincent off the mat by his hair.

Punch!

There fun had been had. They rolled Vincent's body to the floor and shoved him out of the ring like a 265 piece of garbage. But Sharc wasn't leaving the ring. Instead, Bait handed Sharc a microphone.

"Reed Young, get your stupid ass down into this ring."

Young laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed. And then he grabbed a microphone of his own.

"Man, you are dumber than I am! MWahahahaha!"

Sharc wiped some blood onto his forearm and wiped as much away as he could with his hands so he could show Young just how un-funny the situation was for the owner of Action.

"Get your stupid ass down into this ring," Sharc repeated in his deadly serious tone, which got a pop from the crowd. Something in his tone just told the fans something bad was about to happen to Reed Young. And the fans LOVED when that happened.

But Young still didn't get that yet. "You LOST the match to Trey Vincent! Muhahahahaha. I don't have to do ANYTHING!"

Sharc, again, repeated his demand. "As I said, get your stupid ass to this ring so I can beat you to a bloody pulp."

"Are you a fucking DJ now? MC Sharc? Why do you keep repeating your record over and over and over? And if so, you're the whitest black man I've EVER seen!"

"OK, let me make things as simple for you as possible. Me beat Sylo. Me beat Levine. Me lose to Vincent. Me still get to kick your ass." The crowd cheered in approval, but still didn't quite get what was going on. Sharc continued however: "Where in the rules to this match did you ever tell me that if I lost, this match was over?"

Now the crowd really was cheering. You could see the nervousness in Reed. His laughter had stopped. He was standing dead still, that WTFMF look in his eyes. He was sweating.

"You said, I had to fight Sylo. You surprised me with Levine. You told me I have to fight Vincent. And you told me I have to fight the most hardcore owner on the planet. And I don't see any other owner here at the minute."

Young fell to his knees and began praying.

"I know you're used to getting on your knees, but now is really not a good time," Sharc quipped. "To my buddies in the truck, would you please show that footage from earlier tonight? I like to call this, Exhibit A!"

The Action!Tron lit up:

"And Reed Young! Sharc must face us all! I am the most HARDCORE, very, owner on the PLANET! And by the time, or should I say, IF! You're still standing when it's MY turn, I'll KICK YOUR GAY FAGGY ASS ALL OVER DETROIT! And if, by some fluke, you are able to beat the talent stealing, wheeling dealing, fWo ass kicking, whoooo, son of a rich daddy, you can get your stupid merchandise back, your music, your lights. All that crap that hid the fact that you sucked a SUCKLOAD of SUCK!" </i>

Back in the ring. "Well, Reed, it looks like I'm still standing, doesn't it?"

Crowd cheered.

"And just in case there is any doubt that any of this is legal. I brought with me, my attorney. And he brought a legal document with him. I want you to understand something, Reed. Other federations might make you beat everybody in their gauntlet matches. But you are not dealing with everybody else. You are dealing with the sickest, most sadistic son of a bitch on the planet. And I make my own rules wherever I go. I laid down for TV because Sylo gave me all I could take. I laid down for Vincent because I wanted to knock his ass out and make him bleed. Ah, there's my lawyer."

Sharc's lawyer walked out, in the most expensive-looking black suit a lawyer could wear, carrying a briefcase. Young could only curse. He HATED lawyers! Even if they were fake! And he wondered if this one was fake! The lawyer shoved the briefcase into Young's chest, and on instinct (pardon the pun), Young's arms went up to support the case for the lawyer as he unsnapped the locks.

He pulled out a dictionary.

"Mr. Shapiro. Why don't you present him with that legal document?"

"Shapiro???" Young yelled. "You let OJ go free! Yay!"

"Shuddup!" Sharc growled from the ring. "Not that one."

The lawyer had thumbed through the dictionary and stopped somewhere. He began ripping at the dictionary, and the camera zoomed in. Mr. Shapiro tossed the dictionary aside and held up the evidence for the camera. The dictionary definition of "gauntlet" was circled.

"Exhibit B," Sharc said. "A page containing words starting with 'G' from your basic, run of the mill dictionary. Gauntlet. A gauntlet is a challenge. According to that video, your challenge was to put four people in front of me. Sylo. Levine. Vincent. And yourself. It looks like those other three people have been taken care of. And I'm still standing. So, once again, bring your stupid ass down to this ring or I will come up there and bring you down here myself!"

With that, the lawyer retreated, slapping Young in the back of the head for nothing other than comedic value. Young looked around, looking for an escape. Sharc had outsmarted Young, which wasn't hard to do.

"And, oh yeah, Reed, this is now, a last, man, standing match," Sharc announced.

"AHHHHHHHH!" came the scream from Young.

Outcome: Trey Vincent via pin. Bring on Reed Young?

Bait ran up the aisle and speared Young on the stage. She picked him up by the hair and walked him down the aisle, getting a huge pop from the crowd as the couldn't WAIT to see Sharc beat the living hell out of Young.

Young was tossed into the ring. The bell sounded.

Sharc grabbed a handful of his hair and tossed him through the air hard into the corner. Sharc moved in for the attack. Stomp to the midsection. Young went down. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. The crowd was loving it.

Young managed to sneak under the bottom rope. He stood behind the steel post and stood up really straight, as if he were trying to hide. Sharc slid out under the bottom rope.

Young ran like a little girl.

He ran around the ring. All the way around too. He even ran past Bait, granted it was with a shriek, but he still ran past her. He kept running. So fast in fact that he ended up passing Sharc.

Wait a second!

Sharc stopped! He grabbed Young by the hair and rammed his head onto the apron of the ring. Dazed, Young wobbled backwards, then looked at Sharc, shrieked, and ran into the ring. Sharc followed. He charged at Young who did the only move he knows.

SPINNING HEEL KICK MOTHER FUCKER!

Then he ran out to get a microphone.

And out of desperation announced: "That is IT! I'M CLOSING ACTION DOWN FOREVER!"

Started to walk away.

"WAIT! That's it, I'm coming back."

Saw Sharc coming toward him.

"Closing!"

Sharc paused.

"Back!"

Sharc charged!

"Closing! Action is closed! You can't touch me if we're not in a wrestling federation! And Action is closed!"

Sharc grabbed Young by the throat.

"Then open it up again!" Sharc commanded.

"Ohhhhhkaaau" Young gurgled out. "We're back!"

Sharc grabbed the microphone and hit Young in the head with it. Twice. No, make that three times. Sharc tossed Young back in the ring and grabbed a chair before following him in.

Young was trying to push himself up, but could only manage to get on all fours.

THUNK

Chair hit back. Young went down. And...owwww. Sharc ripped Young's Adidas top off and began strangling him with it. He dragged Young to his feet. Snapmare with the shirt!

Sharc picked up the chair and dropped it flat on the mat. He dragged Young to his shaky feet, put Young between his legs and slashed his throat with a thumb. The crowd roared in approval. Sharc lifted Young up as if for a powerbomb, but didn't deliver.

Instead, Sharc let Young fall flat, so Young's backside was against Sharc's front. Sharc wrapped his legs around Young's outstretched arms, as if he were about to go into an elevated Boston crab. But again, nope. Instead, Sharc suddenly dove forward, smashing Young face-first into the chair on the mat with a brutal front slam.

A move that shall from now on be known as the Sharc Cage.

Young laid flat on his face on the chair. Until Sharc used a boot to turn him over. Young was bleeding like a pig. Sharc picked up the bloody chair and raised it over his head to a tremendous ovation.

The referee began the count.

ONE!

Sharc stood in the corner and watched. Bait slid into the ring and stood in front of him.

TWO!

No movement from Young. Sharc and Bait just stared.

THREE!

Still nothing from Reed. Bait turned around and hugged her man.

FOUR!

Sharc and Bait talked a bit as Young remained KOed.

FIVE!

The fans were cheering on Sharc. He listened. And heard something.

SIX!

They wanted more!

"Fuck him up, Sharc, fuck him up!" Clapclap!

Sharc got the widest grin from that and went for Young again. Getting another big pop. He touched Young with just a finger, breaking the count.

Bait climbed up to the top rope. Then Sharc climbed up on the second rope and hooked her up? The hell?

Superplex legdrop on Young!

The fans loved that one. Bait got up, favoring her right side a bit. Was there anything left to do the man that had tormented them for the last few weeks? To the man who lay motionless and bleeding profusely?

On the floor, an arm emerged. It grabbed the bottom rope. And the bloody face of Trey Vincent was seen, as if out of some horror film where the bad guy comes to life. Sharc had yet to get the win on Young. This could be trouble.

Vincent slid under the bottom rope and charged at Sharc!

Who ducked.

Dropkicked Vincent in the lower back, taking him down to his knees. Sharc grabbed Vincent around the throat and picked him up.

BLOOD IN THE WATER!

The reverse brainbuster was the icing on the cake.

And the referee counted, as Sharc took a seat on the top turnbuckle and Bait kneeled down in front of Sharc, both of them staring at their vanquished foes.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

Bell sounded. It was all over! It was a match that no doubt is marred by a bit of controversy. Fans will no doubt say that Sharc lost under the gauntlet rules. But Sharc says he won by his own rules, backed up by a lawyer and a verbal contract Young couldn't back out of. And Young agreed to those rules.

And paid the price.

With that, Sharc's new theme music hit. "Five Minutes Alone" by Pantera. He saw the wrecked bodies before him and heard his victory song. He jumped off the rope and he and Bait simply left the ring, taking a last triumphant look back at the damage and the vengeance that had been served.

Outcome: Sharc via KO. Wins gauntlet match

NEXT CHAPTER: LLB vs. Trey Vincent >>

©2003 John Leary