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Trey Vincent vs. Greg Allocca

Hostile Takeover
May 31, 2003

Trey Vincent GP: Well folks, I guess the only thing we can do is move on, and that we shall. Although there's not much I can really tell you about this main event, being as both of these indivuals are new to the IWO league.

JT:Yeah. Why the hell didn't the IWO resign Seaman? Come on, how can you do that to your God!

Parker sighs.

GP: From what I'm told, Trey Vincent wrestled in both PIW and jOlt before their closures, but his impact in both was somewhat minimal. On the otherhand, his upswing seems to have huge potential, so here we are on May 31st seeing just what that potential encompasses.

JT: And well, Greg, according to these notes… he's…

GP: Yes, JT, Greg supposedly has been tragically blinded in an accident in one of the many independent wrestling leagues around the world. This is his first match back to action since the incident, so it'll be a testament to his guts and spirit to see how well he performs.

JT: Man, I feel somewhat dirty making fun of that.

Errol appears out of nowhere, drapping his arm over JT. There is an awkward silence.

Errol: What?

Errol shakes his head, turns around, gives the announce team the finger, and walks away.

GP: I did get to see some video tape of these men wrestling however, and I think you can expect to be pleasantly surprised. Take it away Astro!

JT: When did we get the Jetson's dog?

Astro: Ladies & gentlemen, I give you, tonight's MAIN EVENT! It is part of the IWO World Title Tournament. Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota...standing 6-4, and weighing in at 265 lbs...here is Trey Vincent!

"Injected With a Poison by Pragha Khan plays through the arena, as Trey Vincent makes his way to the ring in the usual black wrestling tights, TV logo sported over the crotch. The crowds booing grows louder with each step he takes closer to the ring. Once in the ring, he shows off his body a bit, and looks toward the entrance for his opponent.

Astro: And his opponent, making an unusual return to the ring, he is accompanied to the ring by Axel Jones. From Queens, New York he stands 6' 1", and weighs in at 187 lbs, Greg Allocca!

The crowd begins to cheer, since this is the main event, and "Slaughter of the Soul" rips through the speakers. Axel Jones steps out first, takes a bow, and gives a hand gesture to the crowd before Greg Allocca steps out from behind the curtain, clad in his usual cut-off olive cargos and combat boots. At first, his dyed blue hair seems to be the point of focus, until we realize the blue bandana tied tightly over his eyes hanging to the middle of his back(Shinobi-style). As he gets closer to the ring some of the crowd members begin to boo.

Greg Parker: It seems the crowd members are beginning to remember some of Greg's more unsavory over the years as he gets closer to the ring.

JT: Which is weird, cuz the only thing I remember of the years are my sexual experiences.

GP: JT, stop talking about your hand as if it were a person.

Greg rolls into the ring, and climbs to the top rope, visibly weary of the task he's about to undertake.

JT: Look! The guy is trembling like a virgin on prom night! The edge in this match undoubtedly goes to Trey Vincent. He's bigger, stronger, and the fact that the other guy can't see helps out some too.

Greg Parker: Greg Allocca was one of the greats in his time, relying specifically on his speed and timing to get through obstacles. He's also been known for his resilence, but I have to question the wisdom of his decision to return to the ring after being blinded.

JT: The massacre begins.

Just as Greg brings himself down from the top rope, Trey Vincent comes barreling at him with a clothesline.

*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*

With Greg up against the ropes he lays a few fists into the mid-section and follows up with an elbow to the side of the face. He pulls Greg out, lifts him up and hits a side backbreaker into a cover.

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But Greg kicks out.

GP: Mis-match or not, I don't think a basic string like that is gonna put down a 10 year veteran.

JT: Do you find goth boys attractive or something, you've been going on about this guy since his front toe came onto the camera.

GP: I've got no attraction to "goth boys" as you called it, but I do remember your disturbing collection of Michael Jackson memorabilia.

JT: How can you NOT like Thriller! It's a fkkn classic!

Greg springs up to his feet, and takes a step back, seemingly trying to gain some concentration. Vincent goes for a kick to the stomach, but Axel Jones warns Greg, and the boot is caught. He spins Trey around right into a dragon suplex! Greg quickly back to his feet, and puts a few boots to Trey Vincent before hopping up to the second turnbuckle and coming back down with a corkscrew legdrop. He pulls Vincent up by the hair and irish whips him, but it's reversed by Vincent...with AUTHORITY. The impact sends Greg reeling backward and onto his back.

GP: Greg had control for a split second, but Trey used his size to take control back.

JT: Thank you, captain obvious.

TDM's Captain Obvious appears in the announce booth.

Captain Obvious : Why are you thanking me?

JT turns around, ses Captain Obvious standing there, and nearly jumps out of his chair with a shriek.

JT: Dear GOD, why do people keep DOING that during our main event!

Trey Vincent pulls Greg up to his feet, and lifts him up onto his shoulder driving him down to the mat with a powerslam. He covers...

1....

Kickout once again.

Vincent gives Greg a few shots to the face before pulling him up to his feet, and tossing him over the top to the outside. He gives the camera kind of a "This is too easy" gesture before he goes through the ropes to the outside.

GP: Vincent seems to have an awfully short memory, Greg already taught him what will happen when he makes a mistake.

JT: Yeah, but we're on the outside now...this is Trey's element right now. Greg's gonna be in for a beating.

GP: Greg's no stranger to the outside, himself y'know.

JT: Really? I thought all goths were depressed, and isolated from society.

Vincent grabs Greg's hair to pull him to his feet. Once there, Trey whipped Greg hard into the guardrail. Greg drags himself up from the train wreck, as Vincent comes charging in for a big boot. Greg drops right back down to avoid it, and Vincent crotches himself on the guardrail! Greg takes a second to recover before springing into the air, and dropkicking Vincent over the guardrail he was stradled on and into the crowd.

JT: How'd he know that was coming? He's a liar, he's trying gain pity points with the fans.

GP: If the fans really did give pity points, you would be their # 1 fan JT.

JT: I'm the heel, your the face. I'm supposed to get all the wise cracks! So cut it out already, and call the action JR.

GP: You know what I want to see happen?

JT: You get laid?

GP: No.

JT: I get laid?

GP: NO! Me and you switch jobs for ONE day. I bet you couldn't tell a wristlock from a powerbomb.

JT: Oh come on, it's not like I'd have to. I could call a move whatever the hell I wanted to and it wouldn't matter. People listen to you no matter what you say.

GP: Uhmmm… no, they don't.

JT: Stop lying to me!

Vincent returns to his feet, and Greg is there to hook his arms. Once there, Trey to fights it, but Greg users his leverage and pulls him over the guardrail and onto the concrete with a beautiful suplex. The referee has already reached the 5 count. Vincent returns to his feet, as Greg grabs Trey's shoulder to get a feel for his height, and hits another dropkick, this time right to the kneecap.

With Vincent down on one knee, Greg gives him a solid right hand to the face before spinning him around, driving his skull into the apron.

Greg gets into a northern lights position, and tries to take Vincent over. Vincent blocks it, which prompts Greg to try again. Vincent blocks yet again, and instead of trying for a third time, Greg drives his shoulder into Vincent's gut and sends him into the ringpost.

As Trey winces in pain, Greg winds up for a superkick. Trey moves at the last second, and Greg's foot smashes against the cold unforgiving steel. Somehow, Greg manages to regain his balance, but he's now favoring his right knee.

Both wrestlers realize the count and rush back into the ring.

GP: If things weren't mis-matched enough already, Greg looks like he hurt his knee on that one.

JT: I told you, Vincent is in his element on the outside.

GP: What are you talking about!? He basically took a beating until the last second there.

Both wrestlers get to their feet at about the same moment. Axel yells something out to Greg, but it only distracts him, allowing Trey to kick the injured knee right out from under him. He grabs ahold of the injured knee, and, channeling the spirit of Terry Funk, locks on a spinning toe hold.

GP: Shades of the past with this hold. You can see the pain etched in his face.

JT: Yeah, everyone can see the pain he's going through...except for Greg of course.

Vincent continues to wrench at the already injured knee of Allocca. Greg seems to be in a lot of pain here, slamming his torso up and down on the mat, doing anything he can to block out the pain. The ref asks him the questions, and Allocca yells right into the ref's face "NOOOO!". The faint beginnings of a "Greg-A-Man" chant slip through the crowd from the people who knew Greg before he joined the IWO.

GP: It seems as though the fans are beginning to rally behind Greg.

JT: It just goes to show you how bad the education system in America is, a smart person would root for the winner.

GP: Perhaps they find something intriguing about a man willing to go up against insane odds. I know I can.

JT: No, you can just relate to the fact that he's a loser.

Axel Jones is pounding on the mat as the chant begins to grow throughout the arena. It seems to only make Vincent wrench that much harder on the leg. The ref again asks Greg if he'll submit, but he still shakes his head no. The chant, still getting louder, is finally getting to Trey as he eases up on the hold to badmouth the crowd for a bit. That, however, was a huge mistake. Greg Allocca takes full advantage, and uses his other foot to shove Trey back into the ropes.

GP: The crowd caused Vincent to make a mistake, and the veteran Allocca capitalizes once again.

As Trey comes back off the ropes, Greg maneuvers onto his belly, forcing Vincent to leap over him. The majority of the crowd firmly behind Greg now, as Vincent bounces off the other side and returns. Greg gets to his feet, and tries a leapfrog, but he's caught in mid-stream and powerbombed in the center of the ring. The crowd silences in that instant, and Axel Jones is heard screaming an obscenity on the outside. Cover.

1....

2....

KICKOUT!

JT: That's right, Trey tell these people to shut up!

GP: It was a close count, Vincent may be nearing victory here.

With Greg still down Vincent takes a minute to gloat, and sends some trash talk to Axel Jones on the outside who leaps onto the apron. Vincent rushes over to him and decks him, dropping him right back down to the outside. Vincent takes another few seconds to revel in the boos of the crowd, but as he turns around, Greg comes off the ropes with a somersault... BEHEADER!!!!! A somersault mule kick to Trey's jaw. The crowd let out a flurry of cheers for the offensive maneuver.

GP: That's it! The Beheader. Greg Allocca has won this match! And Trey Vincent has been beaten by a blind man.

JT: Not so fast, Parker, your buddy still has to cover him.

Still a little sore from the powerbomb, Greg slowly crawls back to Vincent, and puts the arm over.

GP: 1!!! 2!!! 3!!!!

JT: NO!!!! YOU JUST BEEN PLAYED PARKER!

Vincent got the shoulder up! "Awwwwwwws" from the crowd took the air out of the crowd as the referee holds up 2 fingers.

JT: Haha. I told you, No way Trey is gonna let a blind man pin him.

GP: He came awfully close that time! And do you even know who Trey is?!?

JT: Well, he seems like a bad cocky guy. That's my type of a person.

GP: You have terrible standards for judging people, you know that?

Greg now in frustration grabs Vincent's head, and pounds it into the mat 3 times before trying for the cover again.

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2…

And Trey just barely gets a shoulder up.

Greg screams out in frustration as he drags Vincent back to his feet. Greg puts his leg on the back of Vincent's neck and tries for a ROCKER DRO...NO. Vincent manages to grab a hold of Greg and hits a belly to back over the shoulder. Or tries, as Greg drops out of it by holding the ropes and lands on the apron. Vincent spins around and Greg comes back over with a crossbody, but he's caught in mid-arm. Trey wanders around, Greg in his arms, and taken over in a fallaway slam.

GP: The lightweight Greg Allocca just didn't have enough momentum to take Trey down.

JT: There's no weight divisions in pro wrestling, Greg knew what he was getting himself into when he signed the dotted line.

GP: There are TOO weight divisions in wrestling.

JT: No there isn't!

GP: Then how do you describe the Heavyweight Title and the Cruiserweight Title?

JT: I describe them as Shiny.

Vincent up to his feet, and begins putting to the boots to Allocca. Greg Allocca keeps rolling away until he reaches the ropes and Vincent lets up allowing Greg to pull himself to his feet. Greg goes for a right hand, Vincent blocks...Irish whip, and a follow-in clothesline. Greg stumbles out of the corner, and Vincent grabs him draping him neck first on the top rope!

GP: Trey seems to finally be taking his opponent seriously.

JT: You can't blame him for thinking he's a joke, it's a blind guy with blue friggin' hair!

Vincent grabs Greg's feet and throws him over to the outside. Axel Jones, just now recuperating walks over to try and console his friend, but Vincent kicks him in the head as he drops down to the outside as well. Greg drags himself to his knees, and Vincent looks at him in surprised disgust!

JT: I didn't know Greg swung that way!

A hard right hand to Greg's face sends him back down to the floor, as Vincent shows off for the crowd once again. The boos resonating through the arena. Vincent drags Greg up, and drives his back into the ring apron before laying a few right hands to the mid-section. He shoves Greg back against the ring apron again, and lays in with a few knife-edge chops. The ref on the count of...

4!!!

Axel begins getting to his feet once again, as Trey whips Greg into the ringsteps! Trey pushes Axel aside as he stalks over to Greg's body.

Greg is lifted up, and Trey drives his shoulder into the ringpost laughing as Greg crumbles back to the floor.

GP: Trey is sending a message now, he doesn't just wanna win anymore, he wants to hurt Greg Allocca.

JT: This is wrestling...wanting to hurt your opponent IS wanting to win. Kinda like the way you wanna "hurt" Greg Allocca.

GP: Y'know when Greg was on his knees in front of Trey before, you did seem to start breathing rather heavily.

Trey turns his attention to Axel Jones now, who immediately throws up his hands and he e starts backing away. After a few moments, the referee stops the count, and leaps to the outside to get between the two. He admonishes Trey, and begins talking to Axel. The crowd suddenly begins cheering!

JT: Behind you, Trey!

Greg Allocca is standing behind Trey with a steel chair in hand, the referee is busy with Axel Jones. Greg swings but Trey snatches it away from by placing his hands up. We are then treated to the amazing entertainment value of the "sickening thud". Greg still stands for a second, staring blankly at Trey. As Vincent leans back to take another shot Greg falls face first ala Flair, and Valentine. A slight bit of laughter emerges from the crowd, and then boos as Vincent gloats over his accomplishment.

JT: Whew! For a second I though that blue-haired freakazoid was gonna no-sell it!

GP: Stop that!

JT: Stop what?

GP: Breaking kayfabe.

JT: Shhh. The fans aren't supposed to know about that.

Trey goes to the other side of the ring, and reaches under...to pull out a table! The crowd begins to chant "TA-BLES! TA-BLES!". The referee has re-entered the ring and begun his count once again.

Trey walks over to Greg and begins dragging him by the hair over to the table.

As they reach the table Greg begins climbing to his feet Trey drives a forearm to his back, but as Greg goes down he hits Vincent below the belt!

JT: C'mon ref, blatent cheating.

GP: Blatent as a chair shot? Or a table?

Greg comes to his feet and nails a few right hands on Vincent. He whips him into the guardrail, and climbs up to the apron. ASAI MOONSAULT!

The crowd pops! But Greg isn't done by a long shot, he recovers quickly, and tosses Vincent on to the table!

He touches the table, then walks over the ring post...and repeats this. Before pointing to the sky, and whirling his finger around.

GP: I think Greg is getting a feel for the distance between the table, and the ringpost. Is he going? Yes, he is!

Greg gets onto the apron and climbs to the top rope, but Vincent has rolled off the table. Axel shouts at Greg, trying to warn him not to leap, but it's too late as Greg goes crashing through the table!!!!

Vincent pushes aside the rubble and tosses Greg into the ring. Trey enters, and looks around at the crowd. That's when he took of his green wrist band and tossed it at the referee. He headed off one side of the ring. The opposite side. The third side, and then the fourth side, jumping over Greg each time, and now drops his "most outrageous move," the Big Time Fist Drop.

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GP: 3~! 3!!!

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JT: NO Way! That's not right! That's just not right!

SHOULDER UP! *HUGE POP*

GP: I told you how resilient he is! I think tonight was meant to be Greg Allocca's night, whether his comeback will be a flop or not I don't know, but tonight Greg Allocca is going to win!

JT: Oh, shut up already!

Vincent is irate, arguing with the ref as the Gregaman chant begins anew, Axel leading the way on the outside. Trey finally pushes the ref aside in frustration as he pulls Greg up to his feet, and whips him into the ropes...WAIT! Somersault...BEHEAD....No, Vincent ducks!

GP: So close! There would be no way Vincent could get up after 2 Beheaders.

Greg lands on his feet somehow, but on the wrong leg. He grabs his right leg, and begins limping over to Vincent who, seeing the injured leg, hits him in the stomach, and lifts him up for a kneebreaker! Still holding on he does it again, and a third time!!!

JT: Greg's gonna be lucky to walk tomorrow.

Vincent pulls Greg to his feet by the hair, and goes for a right hand, but the knee gives out, and Greg crumbles to the ground. Trey spins around and gloats, even taking a moment to spit down at Axel Jones, who ignores it and tries to shout some enthusiasm to Greg. Trey grins, and pulls the thumb across his throat signaling the end.

JT: So much for tonight being Greg's night.

GP: There's still a chance...

Vincent pulls Greg up to his feet....belly to back over the shoulder....and Greg has just COME DOWN!

JT: Coming Down, it's academic from here!

*DING* *DING* *DING*

The crowd begins to boo with a few scattered cheers for a great match-up coming together. A few pieces of stray trash find their way to the ring.

Meygon: The winner, via pinfall… Trey Vincent!

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