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Kurt Angel vs. Trey Vincent

Pressure Point 80
Oct. 27, 2003
Writers: John Leary + Mike Renner

Intros? *Pffft* No time. We’re back and Vincent and Angel were already in the center of the ring, staring at each other, asking the other if they were ready. They both appeared to be. And here we go.

Vincent punched. Angel punched. Vincent punched again, but Angel blocked and lifted his left knee into Vincent’s midsection. Angel hiptossed Vincent halfway across the ring near a corner turnbuckle and charged in, but Vincent sidestepped him and Angel crashed into the corner.

Angel was then met with kicks to his midsection, and Vincent didn’t relent until Angel fell on his backside. Even then, Vincent kept stomping and stomping and stomping, drying to leave a permanent imprint on Angel’s body. The crowd was getting all over Vincent, and once he heard the reaction from the crowd he stopped and backed off for a couple seconds, raising his hands in innocence to the referee.

Then Vincent shoved the referee aside and resumed the stompage.

Angel, seeing no good in this, rolled out to the floor. Vincent climbed to the floor and grabbed Angel by the hair. An attempt at smooshing Angel’s face into the steel post was blocked. Angel got behind Vincent and lifted him up.

Heaven (German) suplex on the floor! Vincent crumpled up and Angel got up with a “Whooo!” and a little tip toe dance on his right foot. Angel grabbed Vincent by the hair and pulled him up, only to whip Vincent brutally into the nearby guardrail. Angel followed Vincent right in and clotheslined him into the first row of fans.

Angel hopped the rail and stomped Vincent’s head a pair of times. He grabbed a chair and headed toward Vincent, but when TV saw that, he ran deeper into the crowd. Angel ran in pursuit.

After a couple seconds of a foot chase, TV suddenly stopped, spun and leapt toward Angel, kicking the chair right back into Angel’s face!

THUD

The impact of foot meets chair meets face got the crowd to cheer for Vincent. He looked down at Angel and raised his arms in triumph. The fans swarmed around the two men, but security kept enough distance for Vincent and Angel to continue the fight if they so wanted. Vincent didn’t, however.

Dragged by the hair, Angel found himself slammed from crowd onto the mats around the ring. Vincent waited there, until Angel was up. Then, he sprang onto the guardrail and leapt into Angel with a clothesline. Vincent rolled through and got to his feet in one motion, and hot dogged for the crowd.

Cheers and boos greeted him. It was the reaction he always wanted: Any kind.

The Sports Entertainment Icon went for the earthbound Angel and tossed him back in the ring, ready to end the match. Vincent dragged Angel up and locked him in for a Minnesota leg sweep.

Vincent sat forward, keeping Angel locked and powered Angel back up to his feet.

A second consecutive Minnesota leg sweep.

Cut. Paste.

Third Minnesota leg sweep.

Vincent got to his feet and looked around the crowd. He nodded and smiled, knowing he was in control of Angel now. Vincent stepped into a crouch, readying a double middle finger salute for Angel.

Angel used the ropes to pull himself up, then turned around, dazed, but not quite dazed enough. Vincent charged and tried for a Shocking Conclusion, but Angel countered and grabbed Vincent and lifted him up on his shoulders. The fans popped, expecting to see an Angle Slam (or Angel’s version of it, the Heavenly Slam).

Vincent slid off, however.

Angel spun around and hit a vicious high spin-o-rama kick to Vincent’s face, taking him down to the mat. Vincent pushed himself up to hands and knees, but Angel rolled over back of him and locked him into a half-nelson pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Kickout by Vincent.

Both men scrambled to their feet, and Vincent charged at Angel, hitting a baseball slide dropkick to Angel’s right leg, taking him down. Vincent immediately went for a figure-four leglock, but Angel grabbed hold of Vincent and turned it into a small package.

One.

Two!

Th-kickout.

Angel charged toward Vincent but walked right into a Cliffhanger.

Vincent didn’t adjust at all, deciding to just pin Angel with one arm upon landing.

One.

Two!

Thr-Angel got a shoulder up.

Vincent pushed himself up and dropped a leg on Angel’s head. After that, he yanked Angel to his feet and locked him up for a suplex. Instead of going backward with it, he went forward, dropping Angel on the top rope. Vincent backed up a step but then walked forward and followed up with a swinging neckbreaker, bringing Angel viciously down to the mat.

“Ohhhh!” came the reaction of the crowd upon Angel’s landing. He grabbed at his neck and grimaced in pain, but quickly was off his back and trying to get to his feet. Vincent stomped Angel in the head for his troubles. And again. Vincent backed up a few steps and tried for a baseball slide dropkick into Angel’s face.

But Angel rolled away just enough to evade the attack. He grabbed hold of Vincent’s right leg and stood up.

THE ANGEL LOCK~!

The fans stood up as the ankle lock was in and Vincent began screaming in pain. He pulled at his hair and tried to push Angel off with his left leg to no avail. Angel had the move locked in and wasn’t going to let go of it easily.

Then came the boos.

Down the aisle was charging, none other than, John Rocker. The evil washed-up pitcher climbed onto the apron, forcing Angel to drop the hold. Angel grabbed Rocker and hit him. A cleated shoe went flying over Angel’s (and the referee’s) heads and landed near Vincent.

Angel dragged Rocker into the ring and hit a Heavenly Slam on him! The crowd was cheering on Angel now, glad to see Rocker take some punishment. Angel celebrated, the referee pushed Rocker toward the floor.

Opening: Vincent.

Hobbled, but still able to stand, Vincent had the shoe and smashed the cleat side down on Angel’s head. It dropped him to a knee. Vincent tossed the shoe out into the crowd, causing a big pileup, and pulled Angel back to a standing position.

Vincent lifted Angel over his head and slid him down his back.

Dropped the fuck out of him.

COMING DOWN!

It was all over. Vincent was going to leave Action a winner.

Vincent removed one of his black wrist bands and tossed that out of the ring, not quite far enough to reach the fans. He bounced off all four sides of the ring, paused, dropped down on his back, put his legs up in the air and started to do a spin-a-roonie, but then got to his feet, and dropped two fists down on Angel’s skull.

Double fisting by Vincent! And most would doubt this was the first double fist he’d ever done in his life on somebody.

Vincent hooked up both of Angel’s legs. The crowd couldn’t believe it. They KNEW Angel was going to kick out.

ONE!

The crowd clapped and cheered, urging Angel to find an inner strength and get up.

TWO!

The volume got louder, they didn’t want Vincent leaving Action like this!

THREE!

Too bad.

The bell sounded. The fans booed Vincent, who was joined mid-ring by Rocker, tossing garbage in their general direction. They raised their arms in celebration, soaking up all the attention.

But Vincent and Rocker now had company.

Kurt Kobain was in the ring with a chair. He leveled Vincent with a brutal shot. Then did the same for Rocker. The crowd cheered as Vincent and Rocker laid flat on the mat. Kobain looked down at his cousin, not dropping the chair.

Then he dropped it.

He helped his cousin up. Angel looked at him, surprised to see him. Then he looked down at Vincent and Rocker and smiled his goofy smile, raising his arms in triumph.

Vincent regained enough sense in his head to get to the floor. He grabbed one of Rocker’s legs and dragged him to the safety of the floor. Vincent demanded a microphone and got one.

“Angel. You JUST have to keep being a thorn in my side,” Vincent said, still sounding breathless from the match. “Well let me tell you something, Angel.” Vincent and Rocker started heading up the aisle. “This war, it isn’t over. Maybe I won’t be around to see you rot in hell again. There is somebody backstage who ain’t at all too happy about the little show you’ve been putting on in Action lately. And that man’s name is Adam Nowell! Come on out here, Adam!”

Vincent and Rocker looked toward the entryway, but nothing happened. So they walked even closer up to the entryway. Finally, they saw Nowell walk through.

"Golly, Trey, is this your evil plan? For Nowell to come down here and vomit on me?"

Vincent and Rocker went and helped Nowell get to his feet. "Now this guy, right here, this is the guy," Vincent said, pointing at Nowell. "What a party animal. But let me tell you something, Angel, as drunk as he gets, well, he gets even more EVIL than that."

Rocker grabbed the microphone from Vincent. "Listen, buddy. I know we got off the wrong foot backstage, with you knocking me unconscious and all. But I want you to know. I'm in your corner. And I'll make sure we rid this company of Angel if it's the last thing I do. The Kurt one I mean, not you, boss."

Nowell looked up at John Rocker, "Ish that you, John?"

"You know it, boss."

Nowell punched him in the face hard enough to send him over the guardrail.

Vincent shrugged. "Kurt. It's been nice making your life hell. But now, this drunken man will take my drunken spot. I bid you farewell. But mark my words, Angel. One day, we will meet again. (Vincent suddenly belted out the next two words in song) Innnnnnnnnnnnn HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYEAAAHHHYEAHELLLLLLLLLL."

NEXT CHAPTER: Trey Vincent in World Wrestling Corporation >>