Trey Vincent vs. Alias

Gold & Glory
July 5, 2003
Written by Leary

JT: Well fans, it's time for the main event!

GP: No it isn't, it's time for the opening match.

JT: Oh, I must have gone back in time again, if you see another me, don't let ME see him or else the universe will implode.

GP: You're awfully strange as usual.

"Injected With A Poison" by Pragha Khan hit the speakers. The entrance music for one Trey Vincent.

GP: Let's send it to ring announcer Chris Astro.

Chris Astro: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the opening contest of Gold And Glory! Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing 265 pounds, the Sports Entertainment Icon, Trey Vincent.

Vincent, standing at 6-4 stepped out from the back and stood there a moment, looking at the crowd. He headed down the ring, barely acknowledging the fans he embraces in Action Wrestling. Why not here? Once he hit the ring, he climbed the turnbuckles and stared out at the crowd, getting a mix of boos and cheers as he always does.

Vincent's fame has mainly come from his personality. He hasn't beaten many names in the business, but he has put on some great matches in his time and been quite the controversial character. Without his gimmick, he would most likely be a nobody in this business and been long since gone.

GP: Vincent got bumped from the World Title tournament last week, and tonight we will have a four-way, 30 minute match to determine the new IWO Champion.

JT: To join the illustrious past champions, such as Al Coholic, Ken War and Gunnar Smith.

GP: Damn man. Don't ever mention Satan again.

JT: Oh, right, my bad.

GP: There have been many other great champions here, such as Joey Malone, Syphon Fission and Simon Seaman.

Chris Astro: And his opponent…

"Faint" by Linkin Park hit the speakers.

Chris Astro: From, uh, weighing in at 247 pounds, Alias!

The 6-foot-4 star of All-Star Championship Wrestling stepped out and got a good amount of cheers on his debut appearance in the Internet Wrestling Organization. He walked down the aisle, ready to make an impression.

Alias is no doubt one of the up-and-comers in the wrestling world and should be listed among the greats in no time if he applies himself as he is capable of. This is a man who has beaten such names as Impulse Brian James of Action, Osyrus, formerly of PIW, Great Dragon of the fWo, Tempest of OSE, Steve Christ of Asylum and Vince Jacobs, a CWL world champion.

JT: Well, hopefully this won't suck.

GP: And the bell sounds. Only time will tell, now. Vincent talking some smack to start things off, surprise, surprise. But he won't be able to talk himself a victory.

JT: It's not impossible. He could eventually put him to sleep and cover him.

GP: The two men back up. Collar and elbow tie-up.

Vincent gets behind Alias and scissors his legs, bringing Alias down to the mat. Vincent floats over Alias and locks him into a front chancery. Alias battles his way up and grabs hold of Vincent's locks. Chinbreaker!

Hold, broken.

Vincent stared up at Alias from the mat, holding his jaw, and smiled in his usual cocky manner. He golf clapped for Alias and pushed himself up. Vincent hesitated a moment and the two men circled each other.

TV charged at Alias. Sweeping kick. Alias ducked, the leg swooping over his head. Alias responded with one of his own, this time, Vincent ducking. Vincent put Alias into an arm breaker, Alias reversed, Vincent reversed, Alias reversed and whipped Trey into the ropes.

Hip toss.

Vincent landed on his feet and hit his own hip toss.

Reverse, reverse, reverse, Vincent was hiptossed over the top rope but landed on the apron. Vincent with an eye poke. He ran the apron and got to the top rope.

Dropkick by Alias.

Vincent = crotched on the top turnbuckle.

Alias climbed up onto the second rope and prepared to take Vincent for a ride back to the mat with a superplex. But he was blocked in that plan. Vincent headbutted Alias in the face, but Alias responded with two stiff punches. He wasn't gonna let this go.

But neither was Vincent. Vincent came back with a punch to the side of Alias' face, which gave him just enough time to lift up Alias and drop him from the top turnbuckle onto the top rope for a BRUTAL Hot Shot.

GP: Man, that could've taken his head clean off.

JT: Oh, don't be so dramatic. He'd need a knife or guillotine to do that.

GP: Alright, well, he could have broken his neck with that.

JT: OK, I'll give you that one.

Alias recoiled from the move and fell flat on his back. Vincent pulled himself up and then dragged Alias to the ropes. He laid Alias' head on the bottom rope so it was poking through to the apron. That's where Vincent was going. He hopped up on the second rope and hit a springboard leg drop on Alias' throat.

The fans groaned as Alias was no gasping for breath. Vincent was up and ready to go on the attack. He pulled Alias up and whipped him into the ropes. Lou Thesz press and Vincent began wailing away on his foe with rapid lefts and rights.

As Vincent got up, he flashed two middle fingers to the crowd, obviously taking that spot from a certain WWE guy who no longer can go. Vincent backed up and stepped forward to drop a knee to the middle of Alias' face.

Vincent hooked the leg with the pin.

One.

Two.

Kickout.

GP: Vincent once again pulls up Alias and locks him in for the move he calls the Minnesota leg sweep.

JT: Yes, screw Russia, you want cold, move to Minnesota!

GP: Riiight.

Vincent picked up Alias and went for a slam. But Alias was ready to come back with some offense of his own. He hit a backwards head butt to Vincent's nose, spun around, kneed TV in the midsection and rammed an elbow down on his head.

GP: Click, Click Boom.

JT: Saliva!

GP: What?

JT: That's who did the song, isn't it?

GP: That's the move, not the song.

JT: Oh.

Alias ran to the ropes to come back with some momentum and nail Vincent with a bulldog. Alias made a quick cover.

One.

Tw--kick out.

Vincent rolled out to the floor, needing a breather. He jawed with a fan for a moment and when he turned around, he was greeted with a kick to his face. Alias jumped to the floor and grabbed hold of Vincent.

GP: Belly to belly on the floor! That's gonna take some life out of Vincent.

JT: Christ man, he didn't shoot him. Drama queen.

GP: You better settle down on this and quick.

JT: I just need some coffee, or something.

GP: It better not be Irish coffee. Whoa, speaking of guns, Alias is hitting Bullets.

Indeed, very fast and hard right elbows were being pounded into the back of Vincent's neck while Alias lifted his knee brutally into Vincent's face. After about 10 times, Vincent collapsed to the floor. The Bullets move sent the crowd into a fury of cheers, excited by the offense of the ACW star.

Alias had to drag up Vincent this time and shove his dead weight into the ring. Alias slid inside and pulled Vincent to the center. Then he took a very quick look to the crowd, settling on something.

The top turnbuckle.

Alias was on the move and climbing, keep a very close watch on the Sports Entertainment Icon.

DIVE!

DIRECT HIT!

GP: The Glasgow Kiss connects! Vincent is in DEEP trouble now.

Alias with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-ARM STRAIGHT UP IN THE AIR.

Alias grabbed at the back of his head and pushed himself up. Vincent had a little life in him, and Alias was thinking it's time to put it out. Vincent was pulled up again and set up between Alias' legs.

High.

Angle.

Powerbomb.

Pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-LAST MILLIMETER KICKOUT BY VINCENT.

The crowd roared in cheers, thinking Alias had the win, but a little disappointed he didn’t. Alias felt the same way, for sure. Trey Vincent was not an easy person to put away.

But he had an idea how to get rid of him.

The Devil.

Not, not Gunnar Smith, Alias' version of the sharpshooter.

Alias had his foot through, but Trey was fighting it. And hard. He sat up and punched Alias several times. Alias was forced to break the hold and with a burst of energy from who knows where, Vincent was on his feet.

GP: Vincent can go when he wants to. And he's going tonight.

JT: You can't take TV off the air before he wants. And he loves to hog TV time. After all, doesn't TV equal ratings?

GP: So he says.

Vincent whipped Alias into the ropes. Overhead spinebuster, the move he calls the Scrub-buster. And Alias was in some hurt again. But Vincent knew that move wouldn't finish it. He wanted another high-impact move.

That move? The Glass Ceiling.

Alias was between his legs, his arms hooked by Vincent's, and his face planted face-first into the mat. Pedigree.

Vincent shoved him onto his back and made the cover.

ONE.

TWO!

THREE!

NO! Somehow, Alias got his shoulder up. Vincent protested, as he heard the referee's hand hit the mat. The referee could only tell Vincent that the shoulder was up. He wasn't gonna argue with the referee. He wanted this over, and now.

Vincent waited on Alias to get up, wanting him to use all the energy he could. Alias eventually made it up.

Only to go back down.

Cliff Hanger. You may know it as a Rock Bottom, or uranage slam. And Vincent hit all of it. Alias was no doubt down for the count now.

But Vincent had one last thing he wanted to hit.

His favorite move, the most outrageous in all of sports entertainment.

The Big Time Fist Drop.

He looked at the crowd and kicked Alias in the head while doing so. He aimed a fist down at Alias but then bounced off one side of the ring. The other side. The third side.

But not the fourth side, as his move was supposed to go.

Instead, he found a boot in his crotch. Alias struggled to get up with what little strength he had left and pounded on Vincent with right punches, eventually sending him into the corner of the ring. He got behind Vincent and grabbed a hold of him by the neck.

Diamond Dust!

It's ALL over.

One!

Two!

THRE-FOOT ON THE MOTHERFUCKING ROPE.

Alias was frustrated beyond frustration now. What did it take to put this guy away. The Phoenix was looking to end the Icon. But what more could he do?

Perhaps his finisher. Anarchy’s Lullaby, the Buffalo Sleeper Hold.

He pulled up Vincent and locked in the hold! The chinlock-armbar combination was cinched in. With Diamond Dust just hit, it was a question of if Trey could get to the ropes, break the hold or tap out.

But Alias had the hold cinched it textbook style. Trey could barely move, let alone make it to the ropes. To Vincent, they seemed like miles away. The pain, pure anguish. The pressure was immense.

Vincent tapped the mat.

He submitted!

GP: Alias wins! What a GREAT debut match for Alias! He drops the hold and leaves Vincent writhing in pain on the mat. But Alias isn't moving very far himself. Great opening contest by both men.

JT: I guess I have to give it up to Alias. He beat Vincent, who was in the hunt for the IWO World Title.

GP: Alias wins by submission.

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©2003 John Leary