A New Season

Pressure Point 70
Aug. 4, 2003
Starring Trey Vincent & Sharc

"Big Ego's" hit the speakers. The fans all rose to their feet, not believing what they were hearing. The music most recently belonged to the departed Trey Vincent, host of the TV Show. When last he was seen, Sylo put Vincent through his own late night show style desk. That was supposed to be Vincent's last appearance.

The crowd popped pretty good as he stepped out, actually in his "sports entertainment" gear (black shorts with TV in green emblazoned over his crotch, black boots, black pads and a TV ownz j00 T-shirt). He raised his arms in the air in a V-shape and strutted down the aisle, pointing at a few fans, and, surprisingly, slapping a few hands along the way.

Vincent slid under the bottom rope and stood center ring, looking around at the crowd with a boyish grin on his face. He motioned for the music to be cut, and it was. A mixture of cheers and boos filled the arena, giving him his favorite reaction: any kind at all. A microphone was received from one of the techies and he was ready to explain why he was back in Action (pardon the pun).

Pause.

Another pause.

Hold on for one more.

"Hey yo." And yes he just said that. "The man with the biggest ego in the business and reason your girlfriend has a headache, Trey Vincent is back, to get the ratings up, and the ladies off. And I can tell this place damn well needs some ratings."

Vincent began pacing around the ring.

"I know, a few weeks back, I told all of my viewers that Trey Vincent was leaving Action. But to quote that guy from "The Godfather," they keep pulling me back in. The fans love me, because they all want to be me.

"I was called back for a reason. I didn't just come to shoot all over the other piss-poor promotions on this time of night. I am here because my good buddy needed me to take care of a problem. That friend? Reed Young."

And then there were boos.

"Everyone told me he was an idiot, but he knows TV equals ratings. So I told him, I said, 'Reed, I'll come back, but I want to main event.' And he told me no. Because he had this stupid World Title tournament going on. And I'm like, 'Reed, I'm Trey Vincent. The Sports Entertainment Icon. The Franchise Player. The man who saves promotions from ratings death.'

"But then he did something smart. He offered me a lot of money. And I got to tell you, I had NO CLUE, Young had so much money to spend. You just brought in the Tyson of the sports entertainment world. Just as controversial and damn sure just as dangerous. And all for one, silly match...with Sharc."

The fans popped a bit, knowing that Vincent had no clue what he was getting into. Sharc was like nobody he had faced in his life. Granted, Vincent cut his teeth in a hardcore federation, the Extreme Wrestling Scene. But there were absolute shitty workers there. None of them ever made it big time like Vincent has. He said he was going to be a big star, and he was. Where were the other people he slapped around for a few months? Who gives a shit.

"Sharc, the most hardcore sports entertainer? Please. Did Sharc ever fall from a scaffold 15 feet in the air? That's what I thought. But tonight, it won't be a scaffold. You see, Young told me, make whatever stipulations I want. And I'm a damn good booker. So here is what I want. Trey Vincent vs. Sharc. Bats and chairs match!"

Crowd popped. Anything weapons, well, they ate that stuff up.

"No, not at the upcoming pay-per-view. Not two weeks, next week. But tonight." Vincent waited for the excitement to die down a bit. "So, what do you say, buddy? I made your life hell last year for a little while. Remember when I was investigating you? Remember when I hit you with a baseball bat? You remember when I told you you are the most boring motherfucker on God's green earth? That statement is still true today. Hardcore is bush-league. I would love to know how you even got into Action. You are a NOTHING. You are a piece of garbage. And tonight, I'm gonna burn your ass until there is nothing left."

The crowd waited, but it was only a few seconds before Sharc walked out, armed with his own microphone. He still wasn't allowed to have music. And it was starting to piss him off mightily. He waited for the cheers from the crowd to go down a bit before speaking.

"I know I don't have a choice in this stupid match, but since you are such a great booker, and you'll never have to see Young again, well, how about we add a little stipulation," Sharc said. "How about if I beat you, I get Reed Young in a match!"

The crowd approved of that stipulation. Vincent didn't react much at all to that.

"That's fine. If I can have a night with your lover."

OMG! The crowd went berserk at that proposal. Sharc paced back and forth near the entryway, looking a bit nervous. That only compounded when Bait, a.k.a., Amy, his real-life girlfriend, walked out and got in his face. She was irate Sharc would even consider such a thing! But Sharc looked at Vincent. He suddenly felt very confident.

"You're on!" Sharc roared, and the crowd did as well. "Big Ego's" hit again, and Vincent and Sharc did some long-distance smack talking. With Bait looking mighty concerned at the indecent proposal.

NEXT CHAPTER: Sharc vs. Trey Vincent (Baseball Bats and Chairs Match) >>