Trey Vincent vs. Shawn Striker (European Championship Match)

"EWS Sunday Night Bedlam"
Sept. 23, 2001

RD: Welcome back everyone!

RW: We've only just begun things here tonight, and what a night it's been so far!

RD: Our next match is for the European Title, and what a match we're going to have on our hands here.

RW: On one end of things, there's the rookie sensation, Shawn Striker, whose arrogance and confidence are nearly second to none. He has the ambition and the drive to make it far. But tonight, he goes up against one of the hottest commodities in EWS today, Trey Vincent, the European Champion.

RD: Trey Vincent has been on a hot streak lately, and it doesn't look like he's going to be stopping any time soon.

(Jessica heads into the ring with a microphone. "All Hail The New Flesh," by Strapping Young Lad kicks in. After a series of rapid fire explosions, Trey emerges from the back and walks quickly to the ring, looking in every direction as if checking out the area around him, suspicious someone is trying to get him.) Jessica: This match for the European Title is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 260 lbs, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, he's the European Champion, Trey Vincent!

(Trey Vincent rolls into the ring, still looking around nervously.)

RW: Don't challengers usually arrive first?

RD: Yeah, what do you think Trey's up to?

(Trey grabs the microphone from Jessica and gets ready to address the crowd.)

Trey: In my short reign as your sports entertainment icon, Trey Vincent has noticed a lot of things. The full realization finally came to me last Sunday. At "A Cold Day In Hell," the EWS Franchise Player showed everyone he is a true champion. Scaffold ladder match. He survived a fall from 20 feet on a scaffold. He single-handedly destroyed two men. And your TV champ became the European Champion. And you know what I realized? That you fans are NOT worth risking the career of the most outrageous sports entertainer of all time.

(The fans boo.)

Trey: All you bloodthirsty fans want to see us bleed and destroy our bodies.

RW: YES!!!!

(The fans cheer.)

Trey: You fans are sick!

RW: Of course we are, we want blood and lots of it!

(The fans cheer louder.)

Trey: Well I say screw the fans, and SCREW EWS!

(Cheers turn to boos and Trey smiles and he paces around the ring.)

Trey: The madness ends tonight. I promised when I came here I would raise this company from a lowly hardcore bush league into the greatest sports entertainment company ever created. You people didn't believe me. How am I going to do this? It's very simple.

(Trey decks the referee who was standing in the corner with a punch to the jaw. Trey pummels him and kicks him until the referee is unmoving.)

RD: HEY! You can't do that to the ref!

Trey: Now, let's review what a referee SHOULD be. A referee is supposed to enforce rules. He is supposed to make sure there is fair play. But EWS doesn't have any rules. Well, I should say they didn't have rules. Until now. Because as of this moment, I want to announce a few changes to the European division. Change number one. In any title defense, there will be RULES!

(The fans boo loudly.)

Trey: That's right, sports entertainment rules you idiots. Disqualifications and counts outs will now be enforced! That means, if you hit me with a chair, you're disqualified. If you put me through a table, you're disqualified. If you use any weapon on me, you're disqualified. There will be NO HARDCORE in ANY Trey Vincent match!

RW: BOOOO!!!

(Fans are deafening with their boos.)

Trey: Now, since every EWS official is corrupt, I would like to announce the appointment to the newly created Extreme Sports Entertainment Scene movement, my own referee, Johnny McShane!

(Trey's music hits again and out runs a man with an average body, wearing a black and white striped referee shirt, black pants and black sneakers. He has short black hair, is a little shorter than Trey. He gets in the ring and the two shake hands.)

Trey: Why don't you tell all these people what they can expect tonight.

(The Paramedics come down to assist the assaulted referee.)

Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest will be fought under sports entertainment rules. There will be NO illegal weapons used. No tables. No chairs. No bats. No barbed wire. No bombs. No fire. No nothing! If there is any blood shed, the match will end and no titles will change hands. The only way the title can change hands is to abide by the rules and pin Trey Vincent in the middle of the ring.

(Fans are booing loudly but he starts yelling over them.)

Johnny: No outside interference! I am the law! Put your hands on me, I'll disqualify you. No blood. No weapons. No HARDCORE!

Trey: Thank you Johnny. Now, Shawn Striker. Get your ass out here so I can show the world how to sports entertain.

RW: This sucks! I want blood, guts, and gore galore!

RD: Is that referee even under contract with EWS?

(Trey starts to hand the mic back to Jessica. He then pauses and starts to talk again.)

Trey: Do you like, grilled cheese sandwiches?

(Trey puts the microphone to her lips.)

Jessica: What?

Trey: Do you like grilled cheese sandwiches?

Jessica: Yeah, I guess.

Trey: I love to eat grilled cheese sandwiches. As a matter of fact, after the show, maybe the two of us can split a grilled cheese sandwich. What do you say?

(Jessica appears confused. Trey hands her back the mic.)

RD: That was rather...strange...

(The lights go out and the word "Hotshot" can be seen blinking on the screen. "Knock Yaself Out" by Jadakiss hits over the speakers and the fans begin to boo Striker to the top of their lungs. Shawn Striker walks out wearing a "Got Heel?" shirt and a pair of baggy pants. Fireworks explode beside him and Striker flicks off the crowd.)

Jessica: The challenger, weighing in at 260 lbs, from Raleigh, North Carolina, Shawn Striker!

(Shawn Striker slides into the ring and is met with an elbow to the sternum as the ref calls for the bell to start the match. Vincent starts to stomp away at Striker, then drops an elbow on Striker's back, then another. Vincent then gets Striker to his feet and places him in a hammerlock. Striker then reaches between his legs and grabs Trey Vincent's leg out from under him. Striker then turns around and slaps on a leglock on Vincent's right leg. Vincent quickly crawls to the ropes, causing the ref to break the hold.)

RD: This is going to be an intense technical matchup, both men are skilled and both men have potential to go all the way in EWS.

RW: You say that about everyone!

(Striker breaks the lock and both men get to their feet. Striker gets Vincent into a collar and elbow tie-up and fight for position. Vincent puts Striker in an armbar, but Striker flips out of it and gives Vincent a fireman's carry, followed by a side headlock. Vincent and Striker get to their feet and Vincent gives Striker some elbows to the kidneys. Vincent then gives Striker a belly-to-back suplex and goes for the cover. 1...No! Striker kicks out.)

RW: That sure as hell isn't a way to win a match!

(Striker and Vincent get to their feet and start to trade right hands. Striker then grabs Vincent and whips him into the ropes. Vincent comes off the ropes and is met with a clothesline from Striker, knocking him to the ground. Striker then drops a knee on Vincent's right leg, then another. Striker then goes for a Boston Crab on Vincent's right leg, but Vincent kicks him off. Vincent then gets to his feet and faces Striker. Striker attempts to give Vincent a right hand, but Vincent blocks it and grabs Striker's fist. Vincent then punches Striker on the inside of Striker's bicep, causing Striker to yelp in pain.)

RW: What the heck is he doing?

RD: It's a technical match you moron! Think that one over for a second.

(Vincent then punches in the same place again, then hits it even harder, causing Striker to fall to one knee. Vincent then punches the same place once more, causing Striker to get down to his other knee. Vincent goes for one more, but Striker punches Vincent in the solar plexus with his left arm, knocking the wind out of Vincent and causing him to let go of Striker's arm. Striker then gives Vincent a dropkick to his right knee, knocking Vincent back. Striker grunts and holds his right arm for a moment, then gives a swift kick to the back of Vincent's right knee, causing Vincent to fall to his hands and knees. Striker then grabs Vincent and gets him to his feet, then wraps his left arm around Vincent's neck. Striker then lifts up Vincent for a vertical suplex, visibly in pain from putting pressure on his arm. Striker then drops Vincent on his head for a brainbuster and covers. 1...2...No! Vincent kicks out after 2)

RD: Close one for Trey Vincent there!

RW: The question is, whose body part will give out first? Trey's right leg or Striker's arm?

(Striker then gets up and drops another knee onto Vincent's right knee. Vincent heads to the corner turnbuckle and tries getting up. Striker then rips Vincent's shirt off and throws it to the side. Striker rears back with his left hand, then gives Vincent a knife-edged chop right across Vincent's chest, getting a "Woo!" from the crowd. Striker rears back with his left hand again, and again gives a knife-edged chop to Vincent's chest. The ref then starts to argue with Striker, telling him to get Vincent out of the corner. Striker then gets a pissed off look on his face and looks like he's about to attack the ref, but Vincent comes out of the corner, grabs Striker's right arm, and violently shakes it, causing Striker to drop to the ground. Vincent then shakes it again, nearly tearing Striker's arm out of its socket. Vincent then puts Striker's right arm over his shoulder, then gives Striker a shoulder stunner. Striker violently thrashes about in the ring, clutching his right arm as Vincent gets to his feet.)

RW: Vincent is going to rip Striker's arm out of his socket and beat him with it! YES!!!

RD: You can be quite demented at times.

RW: Thanks!!

(Vincent grabs Striker's right arm, twists it, and goes up onto a turnbuckle. Trey then goes to the top, then comes off with a leg drop onto Striker's right shoulder, causing Striker to grasp his right arm and violently scream some rather nasty words. Vincent then goes down to Striker and puts his right arm into a Fujiwara Armbar, causing Striker to writhe and cry out in pain. As Vincent locks it more solidly in, Striker makes a weak and yet determined effort to crawl to the ropes. Striker is seemingly reaching out for a bottom rope that is so close, and yet at the same time, he appears as if he's going to tap out. Striker then finally makes one last gasp, and manages to just barely make it to the ropes! The ref then tells Vincent to break the hold on Striker, which Vincent does.)

RD: Striker almost passed out from the pain right there!

RW: I can't even think of two other people who could live through that kind of pain!

(Vincent then drags Striker out into the middle of the ring and lays him there. Vincent then runs over to one corner turnbuckle and quickly ascends it. He then jumps off of it with a moonsault right onto Striker. Vincent then quickly gets up and goes to another turnbuckle, ascends it, and comes off with another moonsault, hitting Striker again. Vincent then goes over to yet another turnbuckle, climbs it, then comes off with a moonsault, but Striker moves at the last moment, causing Trey to miss! Striker then kicks Vincent in the gut, puts him between his legs, lifts him up, and piledrives him, causing both men to lie flat in the middle of the ring. The ref then begins to count as the fans start to applaud and cheer. Striker then slowly gets to his feet and grabs Vincent's right leg. Striker then wraps his legs around it, and slaps on a figure four, focusing directly on Vincent's right leg. Vincent starts to fight it, trying to break the hold as violently as possible. Vincent slowly manages to make his way to the ropes and grabs the bottom one.)

RD: My God! These men are trying to cripple each other!

RW: I love wrestling!!

(Vincent slowly gets up and Striker heads to the top turnbuckle, getting ready to hit the Parental Advisory. Striker comes off the top, but Vincent blocks it, catches Striker, then powerbombs the hell out of Striker. Vincent then goes for the cover 1...2...NO! Striker BARELY kicks out before 3!)

RD: What a counter!

RW: BOO!! BOO!!! That was slow!!

(Vincent groggily and dizzily gets to his feet, then shakes his head and signals for Coming Down, getting a loud chorus of boos from the crowd. Vincent gets Striker up on his shoulder, but Vincent's right knee buckles under him, allowing Striker to slip off and hit a reverse DDT on Vincent! Striker goes for the cover 1...2...NO!!!! Vincent kicks out at the last possible second!)

RD: HOLY CRAP!

RW: THAT WAS IMPOSSIBLE! Neither man won't quit until one dies!

(Striker and Vincent both lie down in the ring gasping for air and clutching their limbs in agony. The ref begins to slowly count as both men try their damndest to get to their feet. Striker gets to his feet first and shakes his head wearily. Striker then grabs Vincent and sticks his head between his legs. Striker then lifts Vincent up for a powerbomb, but Vincent counters and legs on his legs, causing Vincent to buckle and lose his footing, falling and clutching his knee in agony. Striker walks over to Vincent and looks down, but Vincent kicks Striker right in the face with his left leg, causing Striker to reel back. Vincent then slowly gets up, kicks Striker in the gut, and gives Striker a DDT. Vincent then rolls out of the ring and heads over to the announce table.)

RD: What the hell is he doing?

(Vincent then gets the timekeeper off of his chair, folds it up, and throws it in the ring.)

RW: What the hell do you think you're doing?

Trey: Winning my match!

(Striker then sees the chair and grabs it. Vincent slides into the ring and sees Striker with the chair and stops in his tracks. The ref then sees Striker with the chair and starts to yell at Striker. Just as Striker goes to hit Vincent with the chair, the ref grabs the chair out of Striker's hands and throws it to the side and starts to yell at Striker. Striker gets really pissed off and shoves the ref down. Vincent then grabs the chair and smacks himself with it in the head. Vincent then tosses the chair to Striker and lies down, seemingly knocked out. The ref sees Vincent on the ground and sees Striker with the chair and calls for the bell.)

RD: What the hell?

Jessica: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a Disqualification, and STILL EWS European Champion, Trey Vincent!

RW: THIS IS EWS!!! CHAIRSHOTS AREN'T EVEN CONSIDERED HARDCORE HERE!

(Striker gets an incredibly pissed off look on his face, then smacks the hell out of the referee with the chair, knocking the ref to the ground. Trey sees this and starts to slide and roll out of the ring. Striker sees this and tries to hit Vincent with the chair, but misses Vincent right when Vincent slides out of the ring. Striker then throws the chair wildly at Vincent, missing him, and screams "THIS ISN'T OVER!!" at Vincent.)

RW: STRIKER WAS SCREWED!!

RD: VINCENT YOU BASTARD!

(Vincent grabs his title and begins to walk to the back, but Striker gets out of the ring and cuts him off. Striker then chases after Vincent, who's limping slightly on his right knee. Vincent manages to find the adrenaline to overcome his limp and runs like hell up the ramp as Striker chases after him.)

RD: Can we get cameras back there?!!

RW: Holy crap, Striker's PISSED!

(The cameras go backstage and follow Vincent, who's running from Striker. Vincent starts to head to the parking lot, but out of nowhere, Ricky Daniels sees Vincent coming and sticks his foot out, causing Vincent to trip and fall.)

TREY: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!

Ricky: What?

Striker: VINCENT! GET YOUR CARCAS OUT HERE!

(Vincent hears Striker coming, looks at Ricky Daniels, sneers at him, then gets up and runs off. Striker then comes along and sees Ricky Daniels.)

Striker: Which way did that ^%$# go?!

Ricky: Parking lot, I slowed him down for you.

Striker: Thanks...

(Striker then runs out to the parking lot and a car engine can be heard turning on. Striker then sees a black sedan pull out of a parking space, then drive off.)

Striker: YOU &%#&@!!!!! YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER!

Comments

I love that ending. You see? I pissed off everyone! Even the heel announcer! I forget why I thought of that ending, but...beautiful. What a screw job. Total sports entertainment insanity.

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© 2001 John Leary