Trey Vincent vs. Jack Breaker

Beach Party 6
June 21, 2003
[world title tournament.match]
Written by Matt

JT: So, what's next up on the card, Greggy boy?

GP: Well, I was just going to mention it, but someone ate my copy of the script during the last match...

JT: Hey! You're the one who dripped nacho cheese on it!

GP: ...that was you, too.

JT: But... you... uh... well, this next match is a qualifying match for the World Title tournament, pitting former IWO star and fan favorite Jack Breaker against Trey Vincent, a newcomer to the IWO scene but a powerful competetor nonetheless.

GP: My God... did you just say something intelligent?

JT: Tartar sauce?

GP: That's what I thought. Anyway, let's get right down to Meygon for the introductions.

The crowd begins to rustle with anticipation as Meygon steps into the center of the ring to start her spiel. She tugs at her top, and seems a bit uneasy before just going on with her job.

Meygon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota... he weighs in at two hundred sixty-five pounds, please welcome Trey Vincent!

"We Will Rock You (remix)" by DJ Hurricane blares over the makeshift arena's tinny loudspeakers as Trey appears on the entrance platform. He glares menacingly at the crowd, who respond in due course with a fair amount of heat. Trey plays off the crowd's disgust as he trudges out to the ring.

Meygon: Making his way to the ring next, from Sandusky, Ohio... he is a former IWO Tag Team champion... please welcome the one and hopefully only Jack Breaker!

"Cyclops Rock" by They Might be Giants hits as soap bubbles erupt around the entrance, signalling Jack's arrival. He appears on the entrance platform to a thunderous pop from the crowd. He strolls casually to the ring, giant trout slung casually over his shoulder. As he begins down the walkway to the ring, he is flanked by his wife, Aubrey. He finals hands the trout to her and slides into the ring as the bell sounds.

ding ding ding!

Breaker and Vincent start off with a collar-and-elbow lockup. They muscle for rank for a second, with Breaker taking the sudden upper hand. He hooks Trey by the neck and DDTs him to the canvas. Trey quickly rolls back to his feet and catches a clothesline by Breaker, sending him reeling into the ropes. He rebounds, and Breaker tries to scoop him up for a Tornado backbreaker, but Trey ducks under his arm and continues into the opposite ropes. Breaker turns to face him but isn't fast enough to prevent a rebound facecrusher.

GP: Wise move by the young rookie, taking Breaker down like that. He's not much of a ground wrestler, so the best policy is probably to keep him off his feet as much as possible.

JT: I wouldn't trust that Jack Breaker for a second. Not on the beach, at least. The guy fuckin' TALKS to fish. How do we know he's not commanding a giant lobster army to storm the ring and take us all as captives?

GP: Lobsters aren't fish, moron. They're crustaceans.

JT: Your mom's a crustacean.

Breaker quickly returns to his vertical base, and takes a stiff knife-edge chop from Vincent. He staggers a bit, but blocks a second strike and returns the favor with a cyclone forearm, sending both Vincent and himself to the mat. Breaker works his way upright and pulls Vincent along with him. Vincent's a bit stunned, but snaps out of it abruptly as Breaker hits a knee to the gut, then a swinging neckbreaker. Vincent hits the mat and stays down as Breaker nails a back elbow drop. He goes for a quick cover, but Vincent breaks it up at the two count.

GP: Breaker seems to be taking the early lead here, but can he keep it up long enough to put Trey Vincent away for good?

JT: I don't know about that, Greggy boy. Statistically speaking, Jack Breaker blows.

GP: Statistics? What the hell do you know about statistics?

JT: Well, I made this little graph to illustrate my point.

Back in the ring, Breaker has Vincent tied up in a front facelock. He hooks for a suplex, but hesitates for too long and allows Vincent to drive him back to the ropes with his shoulder. He squirms free and lets go with a high flipping dropkick, sending Breaker over the top rope. Vincent quickly takes the initiative and dives after him with a suicide plancha. He connects firmly and sends Breaker off into smiling happy sunshine land. Vincent pulls Breaker upright and allows him to lean against the ring apron to regain his mental state, nonexistent as it may be.

GP: Ooh. Not a smart move by Trey Vincent. That's rule number one, you know. Never let your opponent catch his breath. Especially not when your opponent's Jack Breaker.

JT: Jeez. If you love Breaker so much, why don't you marry him?

GP: He's already married, dipshi… er… not that I've given any thought to the matter before now… I mean… uh… I'll just stop talking, now.

Breaker's still dazed and disoriented. Vincent suddenly kicks into high gear, landing a rapid-fire succession of punches and chops all over Jack's body. He sends Breaker down to the ground once more, making sure to smash his face into the apron on the way. Trey then hops up onto the ring steps and lands a short leg drop on Breaker's prone chest.

JT: Trey Vincent's really taking the fight to Breaker, all of a sudden. It's about damn time, isn't it, Greg?

GP: Just shut up.

JT: Oh, that's right. I didn't mean to insult your boyfriend like that.

GP: He's not my boyfriend!

JT: Suuure. *Greg and Breaker, sittin' in a tree! K I… uh… how does that song go, again?

Breaker's still out cold ringside. The ref is beginning to get restless, and calls out to Trey to take the fight back into the ring. He grudgingly complies, tossing Jack's limp body under the bottom rope. He then hops up onto the apron, vaults over the top rope, and nails a body splash. Breaker barely reacts. He just rolls over a bit and groans.

GP: It's still a bit early in the match… what's wrong with Breaker?

JT: What's wrong with him? A two-hundred-sixty pound man just landed on top of him! Think that might have something to do with it?

Satisfied with his work, Trey kicks Breaker into a stable position on his hands and knees. He snaps in a standing headscissors, and signals to the crowd for a big move.

GP: It's Coming Down, right now! Breaker is in a whole lot of trouble if he doesn't do something really soon!

Trey hooks Breaker around the waist and hoists him up… or tries to, rather. Breaker won't budge. Trey strains but can't get him up. Breaker suddenly springs into action, bounding quickly to his feet with Trey on his shoulders. He adjusts the weight, spins quickly, and *SLAMS* Trey to the mat.

GP: My GOD, what a powerbomb! I'm surprised Trey didn't break through the ring!

JT: Oh, come on. It wasn't that powerful.

GP: No, it's just that the ring is being held together by rubber bands and elmer's glue.

Breaker is on his feet now, pumped up and waiting. Trey struggles upright and Breaker wails on his gut with a vicious boot. Trey doubles over and Breaker violently snaps in a front facelock. He hooks Trey's arms and delivers a double-arm DDT, driving Trey firmly into the canvas.

GP: Breaker is like a man possessed all of a sudden! What a second wind, eh JT?

JT: ..did you just say 'eh'?

GP: Yeah… do you have a problem with that?

JT: Don't ever do that again. EVER.

GP: Why?

JT: There was this one time, when I went to Canada, and… well, to make a long story short, I didn't even know you could fit a hockey stick up there… well, anyway, I can never go back.

Breaker takes a moment to regain his breath. He leans on the turnbuckle to brace himself and play to the fans. He seems engrossed in a staring contest with a six-year-old in a Sam Potright t-shirt as Trey Vincent slowly pulls himself to his feet. Breaker continues his contest, oblivious, as Vincent creeps up behind him and drives an elbow firmly into the back of Breaker's neck. The six-year-old Potright fan shrieks as Jack's head snaps forward and collides with the ring post, opening a rather large gash on his forehead. He slumps down on the turnbuckle as Vincent goes to work, driving shoulder after shoulder into Breaker's spine. Finally, Breaker collapses to the mat. The ref rushes over to check on his consciousness as Trey hops up onto the second rope and pulls off an impressive cannonball splash. Breaker seems to be awake, though just barely, and so the ref quickly slides away to avoid being hit by the flying Vincent.

JT: Jack Breaker's in a lot of trouble. If he can't get back into this match, then there's another blown title opportunity.

GP: I think he should be a little more concerned with permanent brain damage, after that assault on his neck and spine.

JT: Come on. It's Jack Breaker. Would you be able to tell the difference?

Vincent hoists Jack to his feet, and he goes right back down. Undaunted, Vincent tries again, this time tossing him to the ropes. Jack rebounds, weakly ducks under Vincent's outstretched arm, and stops dead in his tracks. He stumbles for a moment, but then sidles up next to Vincent and hits a Russian leg sweep. Vincent rolls and beats Breaker in getting back to his feet. He then proceeds to rouse Breaker with a series of stomps. Breaker slowly regains his vertical base, but Vincent has other plans. He locks in another standing headscissors, and hooks Breaker for a second attempt at a Coming Down. This time, he gets Breaker off the mat and executes the over-the-shoulder belly to back piledriver perfectly.

JT: There's the Coming Down! That's all she wrote, folks. Good night, game over for Jack Breaker. Thank God for that.

GP: I admit, it really doesn't look good for Breaker right now.

JT: Doesn't look good? It's absolutely abysmal! The man might as well just retire now! This is it! He is out like a LIGHT!

Trey Vincent seems to agree. He takes the time to call to the fans, who erupt with heat. He smiles, and charges at the ropes on the far end of the ring. He bounces off, then proceeds to the next. With each bounce, the crowd boos more furiously. Breaker doesn't move. After hitting all four sides of the ring, Trey clenches his fist tightly and approaches Breaker. He winds up and leans back, dropping a huge fist on the mat.

JT: Big Time Fist Drop by Trey Vince… what the hell!?!

GP: Jack Breaker sits up! Breaker sits up! Good God, how did he manage that?

Trey howls in pain as Breaker hops up to his feet and takes Trey with him. He slams his knee deep into Trey's abdomen, and hooks him by the neck. He jumps, swings around, and drives Trey's head to the mat.

GP: Clockwork DDT! Breaker comes back from the Coming Down to hit a Clockwork DDT on Trey Vincent!

Trey hits the mat hard and stays down. Breaker hops up onto the turnbuckle and roars for the fans, who roar back. He holds out his arms for a second to hold his balance, then flies off with a twisting double knee drop.

GP: Lullaby to Nightmares! Breaker lands the Lullaby to Nightmares on… NO! Trey Vincent rolls away!

Breaker crashes to the mat, connecting with nothing. Trey is on his feet now, and steadies his breathing as Jack follows suit.

JT: Looks like it's anybody's match now… again!

Trey quickly tries to regain the upper hand with a clothesline, but Jack catches his arm, spins him around, and tosses him to the corner. Trey hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers away, dazed. Jack quickly hops up on the turnbuckle, raises one arm triumphantly to the crowd, then nails Trey with a 450 flipping neckbreaker.

GP: And there's the Heartbreaker! Jack is pulling out all the stops to put Trey away for good! And this one looks like it's over, folks. Jack hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

Meygon: Here is your winner, Jack Breaker!

"Cyclops Rock" blasts over the PA as Jack triumphantly hops up onto the turnbuckle and tightrope-walks the top rope. Aubrey slides into the ring to celebrate with him. She hands him his giant trout, which he wings off into the ringside crowd. The music slowly fades out as they stroll up the ramp backstage.

[winner:Jack Breaker]

NEXT CHAPTER: Trey Vincent vs. Alias >>

©2003 John Leary