Sharc vs. Trey Vincent (Baseball Bats and Chairs Match)

Pressure Point 70
Aug. 4, 2003

Sharc, as has been the usual, walked out without any sort of entrance. No music, no lighting, just him and Bait, walking. Tonight, something was a tad different. For one thing, he didn't have his barbed wire board with him. Instead, he was pushing a shopping cart over-filled with chairs. Several chairs and baseball bats had already been scattered around ringside. Though this was billed as a Baseball Bats and Chairs match, nothing would be off-limits. Sharc tossed and slid all of the chairs into the ring, and then, finally, the shopping cart.

As he began circling ringside on the floor and raising his arms before the fans, Trey Vincent's music, "Big Ego's" hit again. Vincent stepped out, now wearing black tights instead of his shorts. Same design, however. He walked down the aisle, not showing a hint of fear as he was heading into battle. Vincent got into the ring before even Sharc could, who was still busy with his entrance. TV picked up the shopping cart and tossed it down toward Sharc.

It connected.

Instead of capitalizing on the advantage, Vincent kicked out every single chair Sharc had put into the ring. Once the mat was cleared, and the bell sounded, Vincent headed to the floor. Sharc was up and kicked at Vincent, who caught it. He also caught an enzugeri to the back of his head. Sharc stomped on the back of Vincent's head before dragging him up to his knees. Punch to the forehead. And another.

Vincent leg swept Sharc to the mats, and onto a chair or two. TV pulled himself up using the apron and slid into the ring. Sharc followed. Vincent turned around and hit a powerful clothesline, taking Vincent down. Vincent got up and Sharc charged, but Vincent dropkicked Sharc in the shins. Seeing an advantage, Vincent grabbed hold of Sharc's leg and drove his knee into Sharc's right knee. He was playing it smart. Take away his legs, and he can't do a lot of walking and hurting.

TV pulled up Sharc and shoved him backward into the corner. Right. Left. Right. Left. Rightrightrightrightrightrightrightright! Sharc collapsed under the assault of stiff punches by a very aggressive Trey Vincent. Keeping control, Vincent grabbed hold of Sharc's leg and draped it across the bottom rope. He launched himself up and dropped down with an elbow across the leg. Vincent put the leg back on the rope and did it again, this time landing more with the side of his body than an elbow, which was probably the worse thing to do.

Sharc was dragged to mid-ring. There, Vincent picked Sharc up to a seated position and bounced off the ropes.

SMACK

Dropkick to the forehead. Vincent was ruling over Sharc in what would have to be a huge surprise to anybody who has followed these two men's careers. Who would expect a softer, sports-entertainer to be controlling in the early stages against a maniac like Sharc. Sharc, meanwhile, was writhing in pain, still, from the assaults to his leg. Vincent pulled Sharc up by the hair and then lifted him up into a gorilla press position. He lifted him twice in the air like a weight and then walked toward the ropes.

And dropped him ribs-first on the top turnbuckle!

"Ohhhhh!" the crowd roared, as Sharc recoiled, fell to the apron and then to the floor.

Vincent, again, ventured to the floor, a spot opponents recognized as Sharc's waters. Again, Vincent pulled up Sharc. This time, he had him in position for a belly to back suplex. Instead, he walked him crotch first into the steel post. Vincent spun Sharc around, shoving him under the bottom rope, but keeping hold of his legs and put his leg against the post. He mounted the apron and charged. Dropkick to the knee, which smashed into the steel post!

Sharc crawled back into the ring, roaring in pain and swearing over and over as he pounded his fist on the mat. Vincent, meanwhile, went to the floor and tossed a pair of chairs into the ring. Back inside, Vincent picked one up and snaked it on Sharc's knee. Sharc crawled and fought to get it off, but Vincent put his foot on his leg and choked him with the other chair until Sharc's fighting stopped.

CRACK

Chair met chair, and Sharc's injured right knee and leg took another jolt of pain. Sharc shook the chair loose and crawled to a corner. Vincent followed, but was suddenly stopped short by something rather unexpected. That being, Bait diving from the top rope and ranaing him to the mat. The crowd cheered for Bait, who is quite an accomplished wrestler herself. Bait picked up one of the chairs. She swung at Vincent, but he ducked away and ripped the chair from her grip.

Sharc was up. So up, he was on the top rope with the chair. Bait pointed at Sharc, and TV looked, and saw a metal chair coming down.

CRACK

Vincent crumpled to the mat as the top rope chairshot connected. The crowd roared with an "OHHHHH!" as Sharc fell on top of Vincent for a cover.

One.

Two.

Shoulder up. Bad cover. Too early.

Sharc pulled himself up, hopping a bit, not wanting to put too much weight on the leg. As Vincent got up, he got taken back down with a swinging neckbreaker. Another cover.

One.

Two.

Kickout.

Sharc waited on Vincent to get up and then whipped him as hard as he could into the corner. And as an exclamation point, he tossed a chair right into Vincent's face. He fell to the mat, held up only by the ropes. Sharc set up the chair on Vincent chest so it covered his face. Sharc grabbed the other chair and headed to the corner opposite Vincent.

He charged.

Chair dropkick!

Vincent slumped even lower, as the crowd roared in approval. Sharc rolled to the floor and tossed in a few more chairs. He stacked four of them atop each other and went for Vincent, who was busted open by the dropkick.

Sharc grabbed hold of Vincent's throat and got him up to his feet and then turned him around and lifted him up on the top rope, so they were both facing the same direction. Sharc climbed up. Both men stood on the top rope, Sharc to the left and Vincent to the right.

Russian leg sweep from the top rope!

The back of Vincent's head hit the chairs. But the move was no picnic for Sharc either. Sharc got to his feet first as several seconds, but the move took a toll on him as well. As Sharc moved in for Vincent, Vincent grabbed a chair and hit the side of Sharc's leg with it. Sharc fell down, clutching at his right leg yet again. Vincent pushed himself up using the chair and then looked down at Sharc.

CRACK

Right to Sharc's skull. Vincent leaned back for a second shot.

CRACK

Sharc fell face first to the mat as Vincent stood, holding the chair in triumph. He then wiped some blood out of his eyes and put the chair on the back of Sharc's head. Leg drop. Turned him over.

Cover.

One.

TWO.

THRE-NO! Sharc just got the shoulder up.

Vincent started to get up, but suddenly found himself in a small package.

One.

Two.

Kickout.

As both men went to their feet, Sharc got the advantage, grabbing Vincent by the hair and tossing him over the top rope. But Vincent landed on his feet on the apron. Only to get met with a forearm shot to his bloody face. Vincent careened to the guardrail, chest first, and collapsed to the concrete floor, gasping for breath. A few fans started a "P-I-dub" chant, but it didn't catch on much more than that.

Sharc climbed to the floor and picked up one of the aluminum baseball bats. He patted the bat into his palm, waiting on Vincent to get up so he could use Vincent's favorite weapon against him. Vincent was up, Sharc was down.

Bat to the crotch!

Sharc reached around the backside and brutally pulled up, lifting Vincent about a foot off the ground. As Vincent danced around in pain, Sharc punched him and DDTed him in the floor. He then walked around and got the shopping cart.

He wheeled the cart around to Vincent, waiting on him to get up, and when TV did, Sharc charged. The cart rammed into Vincent's legs, knocking him backward into the steps with a big thud. Sharc reached under the ring and grabbed...surprise, surprise, a table. The crowd cheered on Sharc as he bridged the guardrail and the ring, with a bit of work. Once done with that, Sharc put the shopping cart on top of the table?

The hell?

Sharc tossed Vincent back inside the ring and followed right after him. The fans stood up, wondering what the hell Sharc was about to do. He whipped TV into the ropes and stood back. Backdrop attempt.

No!

Vincent locked up Sharc's legs into an underhook into a face buster. GLASS CEILING!

Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NO! Sharc got his right shoulder up. Vincent rolled off Sharc and onto his back, staring up at the lights in disbelief. He stood up and waited on Sharc, a middle finger pointed in his direction. He went for something, but Sharc turned Vincent around. Atomic drop. Bulldog. Cover.

One.

Two.

Nope.

Sharc dragged Vincent up to his feet again. Whip into the ropes. Head down.

BACK DROP TO HELL!

Crowd pop!

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Vincent landed in the cart, the table split in about five pieces and sawdust, and Vincent was dumped on his left side. Needless to say, Sharc was in control now. Sharc even got a bit of a chant for himself going. But somehow, Vincent was moving. He'd been in a lot of tough fights before. But this was one of the toughest he may ever be in.

Sharc started to head out.

CRACK!

"Ohhhh!" the crowd roared in shock. Vincent connected with a brutal chair shot to Sharc's head. A move which busted Sharc open. Vincent got up to the apron, clutching a chair. Sharc got to his feet as Vincent got into the ring. Vincent threw the chair at Sharc's head, but Sharc caught it.

Superkick by Vincent connected. Call it Sweet Chair Music or the Trey Vincinator. Whatever it was, it worked. Vincent crawled his way over to Sharc and hooked the leg with all his might!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICKOUT! Unbelievable! The crowd cheered, amazed at the punishment these two men were enduring.

Vincent rolled away, laying across the bottom rope, exhausted. After pulling himself up, he spied a chair. He picked it up. He wanted this done. Sharc unconscious. This match over. He walked towards Sharc, but--

CRACK

Sharc hit the chair into Vincent's face with an aluminum bat that he had left there while the two had fought on the floor.

Cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREKICKOUT!

Vincent didn't move an inch after that. Sharc rained right-handed punches down on Vincent's skull. He stood up, ready for some sort of move, but Vincent grabbed Sharc by the tights and yanked him down, with Sharc landing throat first on the middle rope. Vincent, with some last burst of energy, grabbed Sharc and pulled him to the center of the ring.

Figure-four applied.

Locked in!

Sharc screamed in pain, as his leg was further tested by the Sports Entertainment Icon. Sharc pulled at his hair, actually pulling some of it out. He fell backward.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-SAT UP!

CRACK

Sharc had found a chair and used all his might hitting Vincent's skull to make Vincent break the figure-four. It worked. Both men were on the mat. Struggling, hurting, bleeding. Neither one could find the energy to move though. The fans began clapping, urging both brawlers to keep fighting and decide a winner. Sharc looked out at Bait, and then Vincent, and found that last bit of energy he needed.

Quickly, he was on his feet. He lifted Vincent up as if for a spinebuster, but then let him slide down. Sharc grabbed Vincent by his head.

This was Vincent's move! He was setting up Coming Down! And there was no escape for Vincent.

He hit it onto a chair!

Vincent was out! Sharc was going to get his match with Reed Young to settle things like men. He wanted his music back. He wanted his lighting back. He wanted his pride back. He wanted to be treated just like every other wrestler backstage.

And with a cover, he could get his shot at doing just that!

Sharc stood up, ready for the cover.

OH MY GOD! Reed Young came out from under the ring and hit Sharc in the back of the leg with a wooden bat, breaking the damn thing in half! Sharc collapsed, screaming in pain. Young poured water on Vincent's face and slapped him awake. Young helped pull Vincent onto Sharc for the cover! Young covered Sharc's legs as well! The fans were irate!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bell sounds.

Sharc loses!

"Big Ego's" hit the speakers. That sound, and the fact that this war was over, was enough to get Vincent on his feet and to raise his arms in a V-shape. Young was out on the floor. He went for Bait, but she decked him! The music stopped as Bait rammed Young's face into the apron. Vincent slid to the floor and grabbed Bait from behind. He put her over his shoulder and walked out, as his music hit once again.

Trey Vincent won the match. Trey Vincent won Bait.

Sharc won a trip to the hospital.

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©2003 John Leary