Trey Vincent vs. Miles Blunder

jOlt Intense 2.4

After Trey's music died down, he grabbed the ring announcer and shoved him into a corner of the ring against the turnbuckles.

"Hold on, hold, on, hold on. Before you bring out Trey Vincent's opponent, Trey Vincent has a question for everyone here."

Vincent looked around at the booing crowd with a cocky look on his face, as usual.

"Screw that, I don't want to talk to this group of fart-sniffing, butt-licking, smelly-crotched pricks and bitchwads."

The fans booed and yelled obscenities at the man in the ring.

"This segment, 'Wit,' with Trey Vincent, has been brought to you by the Sports Entertainment Icon and the man you all wish you could be, the man who needs no introduction but just loves to hear his name said anyway. Yes, Trey Vincent. Thank you," he tells the angry crowd which struck up an "asshole" chant. "Hey, if you idiots could afford a T-shirt, I'd tell you to buy my shirt, but I guess that'd be like putting cologne or perfume on a big pile of cow shit."

Crowd = majorly pissed off.

"Alright, alright, I have a question for you, announcer person. Why is this match happening again? Didn't I already beat this guy?"

Trey put the microphone to the ring announcer's lips.

"Um, no."

"Are you telling me that I didn't beat this guy in about two minutes a couple of weeks ago?"

"Yes."

"Yes I did beat him or yes I didn't beat this guy."

"No. Yes. You didn't wrestle"

Trey put a hand over the announcer's mouth.

"Rethink what you just said if you want to walk out of this place under your own power. I'll give you a hint. The initials are S.E."

"Are you insane?"

"I'm eccentric. Do you need a lifeline? Need me to grab my cell phone so we can call your wife. Or would she be too busy screwing the latest loser she picked up at the bar?"

"Sports entertain."

"Is that your final answer?"

"Yes."

"You are correct! Your prize? Not having your teeth pass through your rectum in about 24 hours. OK. Now. Did I, or did I not beat Miles Blunder three weeks ago, yes or no."

"No."

"Are you calling Trey Vincent a liar?"

"No."

"Huh?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" Vincent asked, grabbing the ring announcer by the throat.

"It was Mark Pearson," the ring announcer choked out while being forced onto his knees.

"OK," Vincent said, shoving him to the mat. "Miles Blunder is just like every jackass who is watching this show right now. Because all you failures look the same to me. So tonight, Trey Vincent makes Miles Blunder famous. So, Miles Blunder, come on down!"

"The Other Man" by Sloan began as the former REALM Wrestler in Miles Blunder entered into the Arena. Rubbing his neck with his right hand as he walked down the ramp, Blunder couldnt help but wonder how in the hell he had gotten here. He already fought in one Match... and lost it. Let alone the very first night he made a fool of himself in front of the entire roster. jOlt was basically ruined. He was out of the Title Tournament... laughed at by all. God only knew how low hed sit in the coming weeks now.

Blunder jumped over the top rope and sat in the middle of the ring.

"At least they hate him, too." Blunder muttered to himself as he rose from the canvas and watched on TV (Trey Vincent).

Blunder glanced into the eyes of his opponent, as he jumped back into the corner, not wanting to be in this battle. A mere second... for he was already regretting coming down to wrestle. Vincent charged in, catching Miles under the chin with a right hand as he fell to the mat. TV laughed, hammering the boots into his body as the Fans just booed in pure hate of him. Vincent pulled Blunder up and then threw him into the ropes, on return nailing an impressive sidewalk slam.

Vincent smiled, knowing that the Match was totally in his hands. And with it, he waited for the hurting Miles Blunder to get on his feet. TV ran in, finding the face of Blunder with a right hand. Miles hit the canvas again as Trey paced the ring, looking into the crowd of people.

Blunder quickly prepped himself on the floor, clearing his mind and getting up. He spun Vincent around and connected with a right hand. Miles then went off the ropes...

Clothesline from hell.

Shocked, The Germ Gestapo covered.

One.

Kickout.

But it wasnt even close to ending the contest as TV had kicked Blunder up into the air and back on the ground. TV rose, meeting Blunders face with another right hand. Miles collapsed.

Vincent next stomped away as some of the Fans booed, becoming a little bored. Trey chucked Blunder into the ropes and on return drilled his opponent with a great spinebuster that shook the ring.

He covered.

One.

Two.

Kickout.

Trey couldnt believe it, and to a point Miles was in that same boat. He had no idea that the Match would still be going on. TV had hit a big impact move... wasnt that enough to keep him down?

However, Vincent didnt let Blunder think for long. He picked him up and back broke The Germ Gestapo on the mat.

After numerous kicks into the stomach and the lower area, it was time for TVs trademark move titled the Big Time Fist Drop.

He bounced off all the ropes as he landed the fist into Miles neck.

And for a final time, TV lifted Blunder on his feet.

Coming Down.

The over-the-shoulder belly to back piledriver echoed throughout the Arena. The Germ Gestapo was out cold... and TV place the body-on-body.

One.

Two.

Three.

"All Hail the New Flesh" by Strapping Young Lad cued up again as Trey Vincents arm was raised... with it, the scene switched to another part of the Arena.

NEXT CHAPTER: He who laughs last... >>

©2002 John Leary