Steven Denton + Sam Potright vs. Trey Vincent + Eric Glasier

jOlt Intense 2.2

POD's "Boom" was filling the arena as the cameras returned to their situated points within it. The broadcast was ready to continue, with the party song ending and silence permeating the arena. "Voices" by Disturbed hit, kicking that silence to nothing. The crowd roared, as they were meant to do when such hip-hoppish hard rock music played - - and out came Steven Denton, with Sam Potright following right behind. The crowd was engaged in these guys having their moment to shine on jOlt's one show, and it was pretty damn obvious. The complimentary playing to the crowd went on like the routine it was; high-fives, pumped fists, just a general thorough excitement-making experience. Denton and Potright got into the ring, and awaited their opponents.

"All Hail The New Flesh" by Strapping Young Lad. The crowd went through a mood swing that was comparable to a gorilla's. Boos generated from every which direction, and as Trey Vincent and his partner, Eric Glasier, came into view, the bass of jeers only rose. So Vincent merely shrugged it off. To the crowd, this was worse than anything. Glasier kept behind the superstar, not quite sure what to do. He was, for sure, afraid of the crowd. They seemed so angry, so anxious to hurt and maim. So he kept close to Vincent, who tugged his body away as much as possible, constantly.

Both got into the ring, where it appeared Glasier relaxed. Then he turned and saw his opponent for next week. He took a step back, rolling into the ring ropes, falling on his butt to the outside apron. There was no way he was going to get his body in the ring with someone he was schedyled to face within eight days from tonight. That was like masochism or something, he thought. Vincent stared at this, his music fading. He thought of what a coward Glasier was, and prepped himself for a fight.

He watched as Potright and Denton held a discussion to figure out who would go first. Potright left, taking a step through the ring ropes, and it appeared that a preview of the International title tournament match next week would be happening tonight. Vincent and Denton took a couple of circles around the ring. Both pushed forward, locking into a collar-and-elbow tieup, with Denton taking Vincent into a headlock. Vincent pushed Denton off of him, pushing him into the ropes, and trying to knock Denton down with a clothesline. Denton, however, ducked, and came back with a body-rocking spear.

Vincent went with the force of the blow, though, and hooked his hands around the bottom rope. Denton didn't let go, though, instead slipping down and hooking Vincent around the kneecaps. He lifted the man up and off the mat, and away from the ropes, sending him down with a solid smack of skin on plywood covered by sandpapery canvas. Vincent looked up, his eyes relaying the anger at being made a fool of. Vincent then got to his feet, dusting his tights off -- despite the lack of dust that the ring had accumulated.

He walked over to Eric Glasier, and slapped one hand on his partner's shoulder. Glasier jumped to the ground, and turned around, eyes wide. Vincent merely pointed a thumb at Denton, who was being restrained by the referee after trying to go after Vincent. Glasier just glared at the man who had tagged him in. He was met with a reply of "get in there, you f'n idiot!" by that same man.

Glasier quietly got into the ring, knees shaking and eyes glassy. This was probably going to sting for a while. Denton would thoroughly kick his ass, he knew. But this was a chance of a lifetime. He couldn't imagine if many people COULD say that they had had their asses kicked by Steve Denton. And besides, he was still restrained. Glasier took the oppurtunity and ran forward, clipping Denton in the forehead with his elbow. Denton only went back about two feet before standing up, straight and tall again, staring right at Glasier like nobody's fool. Glasier gulped. He turned, ran to his corner.

He went to slap Vincent in, but Vincent swung his body out of the way, a sick smile on his face the whole time. Glasier was mortified. And then came the slap. He turned. Sam Potright was getting in the ring! Not a good sign, not a good sign...

Glasier turned back to Vincent. Vincent was cheering him on. "Go get 'im", he yelled, although he wasn't sure if it was to him or Potright. But Potright came towards Glasier, and Glasier tried to run again. He got caught. Potright dragged Glasier to the center of the ring, took him by the hair, and threw a punch that Glasier thought knocked his front teeth, canines, and a couple molars out. From there, he thought he lost the bottom couple of teeth as Potright drilled him into the mat with a bulldog. He then got tossed up, and (thankfully) into his own corner. He reached out and slapped Vincent on the back, and jumped out between the second and top ropes.

Vincent didn't look happy with him, but got in anyway. Vincent took a couple steps towards Potright and took a swing. Potright blocked the first shot, swung one of his own, and Vincent tossed his forearm up to defend. He took a shot at Potright's face, connected, and took three more right in a row at the man. Potright got wobbly, falling back a few steps before reassuring his footing. Vincent kicked Potright in the stomach, took him, and threw him towards the ring post. However, Potright did a very, very unexpected thing. Grabbing the middle rope on either side of the turnbuckle, Potright flipped up, landed ass-first on the top of the turnbuckle, and proceeded to hop to his feet, balancing on the top turnbuckle.

From there, Potright graced the world with a moonsault, connecting with Trey Vincent almost perfectly. All in the matter of about ten seconds.

Vincent kicked out well before the three, though, and managed to crack Potright a good one in the jaw as Potright lifted him up to continue his dominance. Potright fell against the ropes, and Vincent went for a clothesline. Potright took this move and tossed Vincent over the top with it -- Vincent landing on his feet but falling to one knee as he landed. He immediately got up, dodged a stomp from Denton, and pulled Denton off of the ring apron. He swung at Denton -- and Denton grabbed his arm, swung around underneath, and landed an Ace Crusher.

Denton rolled Vincent into the ring from that, and Potright went for the cover. Vincent kicked out at two. Potright took him and tossed him into the ropes -- and Vincent came flying back, taking down the ex-IOWer with a flying elbow. He covered Potright immediately upon landing, and got a two count of it. He took Potright by the hair, and tossed him into his and Glasier's corner.

Now they could have control. Vincent tagged in Glasier, for the first time clapping their hands together. Glasier got into the ring, and gave Potright a shot to the forehead. Vincent shook his head, raised his finger to say "just a moment, this is how you do it," and cracked Potright a loud, skin-on- skin fist to the temple. Potright took it much harder than the Glasier punch. Glasier went for another try -- better, but not by much. Vincent merely muttered some remark and took Potright from the corner. He tossed the man into the ropes, took him, and gave him a spinebuster.

He looked up. He looked down at his opponent's body. He looked left, right, diagnol in every direction, at the people at ringside, at the people in the stands... he reached into his tights, and pulled out some tape. And the referee ripped it away from him. Vincent cursed at the zebra- man before redoing his slight, simple head movements. This took a helluva lot of preperation. He then proceeded to remove... his wristband.

He tossed up in the air, caught it, and put it on his other wrist. He stopped for a moment... and then, in a burst of speed, went to one side of the ring. He bounded across Potright's body, and into the other ropes. Glasier looked down, stan ding at Potright's head. "LOOK OUT!" Vincent yelled.

Glasier barely noticed, and Vincent crashed into Glasier, having not seen him until the last minute. Vincent found himself rolling across the ring, as Glasier did pretty much a full backflip and landed on his stomach. Vincent rose immediately -- and slammed his fists into the mat.

"YOU IDIOT! YOU RUINED THE BIG TIME FIST DROP, DAMMIT! SONOFABITCH!" He continued yelling at Glasier. And then Denton shut him up, picking him up from behind and German Suplexing him. Vincent rolled out of the ring following the move and Denton followed. Glasier, meanwhile, got to his knees, crawled over to Potright. Potright kipped up. Glasier was suddenly back on his feet, and just as suddenly, was caught in War Within A Breath. He was rolled over.

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Two.

Three.

Potright pinned Glasier, in the center of the ring, one week before their Revolutionary Title contest.

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