LLB vs. Trey Vincent

Pressure Point 74
Sept. 8, 2003
Referee Ryan Watts.
Writers: Roland and Leary

Hot off the commercial break did Action Wrestling’s Pressure Point play the promo package of LLB and his opponent for the night, Trey Vincent, to the theme of “Headstrong” by Trapt. The Fans basically went mad with cheers as they saw this. LLB was next… and he was fighting against one of the newest, most hot wrestlers to hate in Action Wrestling at the time. One half of Team RATINGS~!, the ‘Sports Entertainment Icon’.

Directly after the video promo, did “Big Ego’s” by Dr. Dre begin over the PA. The Fans booed… as out Trey Vincent walked, to a massive amount of jeers from the Crowd. Then, following him in his customized wheelchair, was none other than Reed Young himself, still wrapped up in bandages overtop of his clothes… as he wheeled himself down the ramp and towards the ring. TV then followed, smiling his cocky grin to everyone he passed, as TV approached the apron, jumped up onto it, and entered through the top and middle ropes.

Young just rolled himself down to the apron, as he waited there for no more than a split second or two… before deciding to take a trip around the entire ring.

As fast as he could.

“Look at me!” He shouted. “I’m in the Special Olympics!”

The Fans jeered loudly at that one. For even though Reed was really tailing it around the outsides of the ring, making sharp turns, as if he had been using a wheelchair for life… that was not a good thing to say.

The Crowd continued to boo, as Trey just laughed and leaned against the turnbuckle. “Now that’s RATINGS.” He said with a smile, continuing to watch his Boss.

But the fun in which Team RATINGS~! was having… was suddenly put to rest.

NOW TESTIFY!

“Testify” by Rage Against the Machine.

The entire Arena stood on their feet… as they brought out their mallets and raised them up in the air. Then he came… to a massive pop, one that almost blew Reed Young right out of his wheelchair.

LLB marched out… power walking down the ramp at a very fast speed. He looked up at Trey, who had walked to the center of the ring… and called LLB on.

Objection!

You just don’t call LLB on.

‘The Law’ ran into the ring just then, sliding underneath the bottom rope as he quickly sprung to his feet… and ducked a Trey Vincent right hand. Bouncing off the ropes, LLB then took to the sky as he clotheslined TV down to the mat.

“LLB! LLB! LLB!” The Fans began to chant… but it wasn’t just a chant, this was a boom; one that began to shake the Arena as LLB laid flat on his face from the clothesline performed… and then, as always, leapt to his feet and screamed into the stands.

Suddenly, Young stopped racing around the ring (yes, he was doing this throughout the whole time).

“Shit.” He said, looking into the ring. “This isn’t good.”

And LLB just bounced off the ropes, smashing TV in the face with a solid left hand.

Thus… it began.

Left… LEFT… LEFT…

Off the ropes LLB went once more, this time decapitating Trey Vincent with a back elbow smash.

The Fans kept cheering, as LLB lifted Trey to his feet and hooked him into a vertical suplex. SMACK, went his “ratingful” body down on the canvas, as LLB got to his feet, and began the famous mudhole stompings.

STOMP… STOMP… STOMP… STOMP…

“LLB!… LLB!… LLB!… LLB!…”

“OBJECTION!” LLB shouted, having enough.

“ERECTION!” Was the reply.

Thus ‘The Law & Order’ picked up Trey Vincent and hurled him into the ropes. However, a rather odd thing then took place. As LLB leapt in the air, in hopes of landing a dropkick, Reed wheeled himself over to the apron and grabbed Trey Vincent’s legs… tripping him face-first to the canvas.

SMACK, LLB mistimed the move… or rather had no one there to connect with. He crashed to the mat, as Young just smiled, and began to once again race around the ring in his wheelchair, as fast as he could.

“I’M WINNING… I’M WINNING…” He cried, which drew heat like no one else could.

And with LLB down, ‘The Sports Entertainment’ himself… well, he started to rise.

TV grew a smile on his face, as he walked over to LLB and picked him up by the head.

Snapmare.

Into a headlock.

Slowing down the pace… that’s what Trey Vincent was doing. He did not enjoy the wound-up Crowd that was on LLB’s side. Yes, this was ratings. And yes, this was exactly what Pressure Point needed…

But not to Trey Vincent.

Not when he wasn’t the main attraction God dammit!

So Trey… well he was going to take everyone out of it now. And he was going to become the main attraction again by doing so.

LLB was fading… but no one in this Jury wanted a slow and down-paced trial. They wanted it upbeat. They wanted it quick.

And they wanted it LOUD.

It began softly… but it grew.

“llb… llb… llb…”

And grew.

“LLB… LLB… LLB…”

And grew some more.

“LLB… LLB… LLB…”

Until what was said to be one of the biggest Action Wrestling motivators began to show signs of life.

LLB moved his legs… and then he moved his arms… as it all started to kick-in… and no sooner than later, did LLB find himself up on his feet… ready to get out of the ratingless move.

WHACK, an elbow to the stomach.

WHACK, another elbow to the stomach.

WHACK… WHACK… OBGODDAMNJECTION WHACK!

TV broke the hold.

LLB bounced off the ropes, as he sprung once again in the air, and found Trey’s head just waiting to have it impounded.

Courtesy of a clothesline from hell.

BANG! If this was a comic strip, TV’s head would have fallen off.

Too bad it wasn’t.

Nevertheless, LLB kept the Crowd energized as much as he could… as he marched around the ring, pointing into the stands, as he demanded that they pull out their gravels, and begin to slam them down at a mad and rapid pace.

As well as chanting the words “Guil-ty, guil-ty, guil-ty”, too.

And in no more than a minute, was the entire Arena standing, like they were hypnotized… chanting the words… “GUIL-TY! GUIL-TY! GUIL-TY!” which each new swing of the mallet.

LLB walked into his corner… and waited for TV to rise.

He then went for it.

‘Erroneous Conclusion’!?!?

NO!

Vincent had ducked, as he rolled to the center of the ring, and almost broke down in tears at how funny it was to see LLB miss his own trademark maneuver.

“Stupid fake lawyers…” He said, as Trey turned back towards LLB, hooked him around from the back, and back dropped ‘The Law’ to the canvas.

The Fans continued to boo… as Vincent just stared down at LLB, and then pointed. “That’s how you get RATINGS~!” He whooped.

On the outside, Young decided it was time for another “victory” lap. And even though TV hadn’t won just yet… well, don’t ask me, HE’S the one doing it!

“WWWEEEEEE!” Young cried as he went around the ring in a square. “I’M CASEY O’CONNOR!!!”

The Fans wanted this to end… but who in the hell was going to stop it?

Trey picked LLB back up on his feet, as he walked him over to the ring post, and smashed his head off of it as hard as he could.

“Like that?” He asked… but LLB didn’t reply.

So TV did it again.

“Like that!?”

But once again LLB didn’t reply.

So TV did it again.

“LIKE THAT!?”

LLB couldn’t talk after he had received a face-full of ring pad in his mouth… but either TV knew that and was acting stupid… or maybe he didn’t, and was just an idiot.

Either way, Trey decided to slam LLB’s face into it one last time.

“DO… YOU… LIKE… THAT!?!?”

Having enough of the mute LLB, Vincent hooked him into a belly to belly suplex, and tossed him over his head. Then, by pulling a Kurt Angle, did TV fly around the ring, with his arms extended, spinning about as he did.

Trey looked at Young. The Owner smiled before kicking back his head, and screaming once more into the stands.

“Time for another victory lap!”

So Young did. And Jesus was he fast. But this time, to add even more to his “Special Olympics’ gig”, did Young pretend he was mentally handicap.

Now that was just going WAY too far.

Vincent grinned on the outside, as he watched Reed Young go around and around again. “He’s fast.” Trey muttered to himself, continuing to nod his head and smile. There, right below him… was what RATINGS~! were all about.

Young had to have been raking them in by the second.

With a smile on his face as wide as could be, Trey waited for Young to stop his couple of laps… as TV looked down at him, and winked.

“Do it again, Reed.”

Young just kicked back his head in reply. “Time for another victory lap!”

But this time, the Fans didn’t boo. Instead they cheered wildly… almost *too* wildly.

“And why?” Trey Vincent was thinking. They had turned face THAT quickly? Hell, they weren’t even scheduled to be faces until the time of December or so.

But little did sir TV know that LLB had leapt to his feet… and was waiting directly behind the ‘Sports Entertainment Icon’.

While Young continued to race around the outsides, LLB turned TV around, and nailed him with a superkick - his new move entitled ‘The Objection’.

However LLB didn’t waste another second after that. Indeed he had the match won… but in sliding out of the ring, ‘The Law’ crouched behind the ring post and waited for Reed Young to approach that corner.

If every single Fan wasn’t standing on their feet before… well, they obviously were now.

“WWWEEEEEE!!!!!!” Young continued to cry. “SPECIAL OYLIMPICS! SPECIAL OYLIMPICS! SPECIAL O- 0O0O0O0O0!!!!”

SLAM!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

In an event that almost made Liam Ump shit his pants, and everyone else for that matter too… LLB had dove out of the corner in which he was hiding from, and clotheslined the living fuck right out of the Action Wrestling Owner. Reed flew off the wheelchair, as it went flying into the side of the guardrail… and Young was sent up in the air, only to fall about two good feet back down on the padding, at a very vvveeerrryyy sickening speed.

LLB, himself, was even shocked. He looked down at his hands al a Booker T, and then began to smile, if not just a little bit.

Yet all this pent-up adrenalin that was flowing through the stands then came to its end… and was replaced by a massive amount of boos.

Chris Mezz.

He emerged from underneath the ring, as he rolled into it, took out the Referee, and then leapt over the top rope, driving LLB straight into the guardrail.

Still with dark nauseating bags under his eyes… in dirty old clothes that used to be white, but now seemed to be covered in filth, did he hammered down shot after shot upon LLB’s skull… with no intent of actually stopping.

In fact, if it wasn’t for a much smaller man running down the ramp, as he began to reason with Chris Mezz… no one was sure if the ‘Crazy One’ was going to stop at all. The speed at which he threw his punches did not slow down… nor did the evil look in his eyes begin to be pleased with the work he was doing.

Nevertheless, all this man had to do… was simply put a palm on his shoulder.

Mezz stopped.

He looked up… and with that zombie glare in his eyes… did Mezz just rise, and backtrack away from LLB.

The man nodded.

Picking LLB up, Mezz rolled him back into the ring as he turned around to the man in front of him… and then walked up the ramp.

The man followed.

And with both wrestlers and the Head Referee out cold in the middle of the ring (hey, don’t forget Reed Young either!)… this match was anyone’s game.

Slowly, LLB began to stir. But not quite as quickly as Vincent, who had a bit more time to recover. Vincent looked down at the referee in surprise. That was an unexpected good.

But LLB was up. Maybe not at full speed, but he was up and charged at Vincent.

Vincent caught LLB with a boot to his midsection that bent him over. Vincent grabbed LLB and lifted him up over his head and smashed LLB hard onto the mat with a scrub-buster (a spinebuster for the uninitiated).

Vincent looked at the referee.

Then the crowd.

TV stood at LLB's shoulders then and scanned the crowd. They all rose to their feet as Vincent slowly removed his right armband and threw it in LLB's face.

Big. Bounced off one side of the ropes.

Time.Hopped over LLB and then the second side of the ring.

Fist. Went to the third side of the ring.

Drop. Ran by LLB and dropped a fist in LLB's groin.

The fans booed the cheap move, but Vincent, as usual, soaked up all the attention, even tossing in a Hogan-esque pose down for a few seconds. Vincent looked over at the referee, who was still struggling to get to his feet.

That's when something unexpected happened. With Vincent still looking at the referee, he suddenly felt a tugging at his back leg that then became quite fierce. Vincent found himself face down on the mat and in an ankle lock. And it wasn't LLB who had the move locked in.

WTF?

Vincent screamed out in pain as the stranger to Action fans grabbed Vincent's foot and twisted it as much as he could. Not enough to make Vincent tap, but, he wasn't involved in the match, so it'd be stupid for Vincent to tap, no?

Anyhow, the man in the ring, he wore a trenchcoat. A *white* trenchcoat. The man had short brown hair, somewhat muscular. And he was completely dressed in white. White sweatshirt. White dress pants. White shoes and socks. The man dropped the hold, danced around in a circle and yelled a "Whooo!" and actually got a minor cheer from the crowd.

Helping LLB was good. So yay!

Trey Vincent tried to push his way up, and succeeded, but he was hopping around on one leg.

"NO!" Vincent screamed as he saw his attacker.

That attacker quickly got behind Vincent, picked him up and hit an Angle-slam on Vincent! The crowd ate that up, and then to help things even more, the stranger in white helped LLB to his feet, grabbing his right hand with his own.

The man slapped LLB's chest in a friendly manner and pointed at Vincent. Then, the man in white picked up Vincent and LLB got into position.

ERRONEUS CONCLUSION~!

Referee revived.

Vincent down.

LLB cover.

One.

Two.

Three.

This fustercluck was over. And as LLB got up from the mat to thank the man, he found the stranger was gone. Nonetheless, LLB was happy. He had shut up Vincent where it counts. In the ring.

NEXT CHAPTER: RATINGS Attack >>

©2003 John Leary