Wippit Guud vs. Trey Vincent
PIW Unforeseen Consequences
Nov. 2, 2002
 Brown: We're up to the match that was announced just last Monday, Trey Vincent makes his wrestling debut-
Nerdstrom: FINALLY!
Brown: -against his protegé of sorts, Wippit Guud. This match was made by Jim Johnson as a punishment of sorts, for the match two weeks ago when both men showed up drunk.
Nerdstrom: I don't see what the big deal is, that was the best Wippit Guud match I've ever seen! And judging by the amount of laughing he did, he was having a good time.
Speaking of good times, 'Raise a Little Hell' had just started playing, and the fans rose in unison to greet the one and only Wippit Guud. But Wippit was far from being in good times himself, his eyes were red, he wasn't wearing his shades, and his hair was a shambles. No smile lit up his face, and there wasn't the usual spring in his feet.
Nerdstrom: Whoa... Wip was drunk two weeks ago, he looks hung over tonight!
Hunt: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Now entering the ring, from Dildo, Newfoundland, weighing in at 175 lbs, Wippit Guuuuuuud!
Wippit slipped through the ropes instead of his usual handspring over the top. Referee Jerry Williams walked up to his fellow Canadian and said something to him, but Wip simply shook his head and walked to a far corner.
Brown: Wippit doesn't look like he's in any condition to wrestle tonight...
'Raise a Little Hell' faded into 'All Hail the New Flesh', and the assembled masses remained on their feet as Trey Vincent stepped onto the main stage. The Icon raised his arms, basking in the adulation from the fans, but he face took a note of concern as he focused on Wippit, slumped in one of the corners.
Herdstrom: Well, at least TV looks like he's ready to rum- err, I don't wanna quote that movie. Let's just say TV looks ready.
Hunt: And his opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing 265 lbs, Trey Vinceeeeeent!
Vincent walked down to the ring and slid under the ropes, hopping back to his feet with a huge pop from the crowd. After a slow 360, he turned to look at Wip, and walked over to the corner.
Brown: Two friend, now forced to do battle in the squared circle. Kind of sad, when you think about it.
Nerdstrom: Oh god, don't get all mushy on me, Mike.
The bell rang, but TV and Wip were still talking in the corner. Williams came over to tell them the match had started. TV nodded, patted Wip on the shoulder, and moved to the middle of the ring. Wippit stood up straight, took a deep breath, and approached Vincent. They faced each other for a few seconds, a myriad of emotions playing across Wippit's face, and the fans beginning to scream louder, anxious to see these two go at it.
Nerdstrom: Jesus, if these two don't do something soon, *I'll* get in the ring and beat them both.
Wippit nodded almost imperceptably, and the two men locked up in the ring. Wippit made the first mode, putting Trey in a front headlock, but Trey back Wip up to the ropes, and the threw him across to the other side. Wippit bounced off the far rope as Trey charged at him.
Brown: Wippit ducks under a clothesline attempt from Vincent.
Both men bounce off the ropes again, and as they approach each other, Wippit leaps with a cross body. The impact knocks Trey Vincent to the mat, but he instantly rolls Wippit off above him, and then handsprings to his feet. He turns as Wippit approaches, and blocks a right hand, sending one of his own into Wippit's skull.
Brown: Trey with another punch, and a third, and Wippit is backed up against the ropes.
Nerdstrom: Well, at least they're going to give it some effort.
Trey grabbed Wippit's arm and sent him to the far rope, but Wippit reversed, and it's Trey who's on the move. As Vincent rebounded off the ropes, Wippit set for a back body drop. Trey stopped, hooked in a facelock, and planted Wippit with a DDT.
Brown: Mistake by Wippit on that, and we have a cover!
ONE...
TWO...
Kickout by Wippit
Nerdstrom: Hell, I don't care how out of it Wippit is, he's not getting pinned that easily.
The Icon pulled Wippit back up, whips into a corner. The Wipster is slammen with his back into the turnbuckle, and tried to catch his breath. Trey took his time, catching a breather of his own, before he walked up to Wip and Sent him to the other corner. trey charged in with a corner clothesline, but Wip suddenly did a handstand on the top turnbuckle, and TV slammed chest-first into the corner.
Trey staggered backwards and Wippit fell. He caught TV in a headscissors and rolled sideways and under, flipping Vincent onto his head in the center of the ring.
Brown: Big flying headscissors takedown by Wippit.
Nerdstorm: Sneaky little monkey, isn't he.
Wippit rolled to his feet and rand towards a corner, and then right up the ropes to the top. He jumped backwards from the top and backflipped, hitting TV with a picture-perfect moonsault.
ONE...
TWO...
Kickout by Trey Vincent.
Brown: Wippit's arial assault is starting to make up for the size difference in this matchup.
Wippit and Trey Vincent both got to their feet. They stared at each other a moment, and then locked up again. Wippit gained the advantage with a reverse hammerlock, but Trey used his strength advantage to counter, putting Wip in the exact same move. Wippit suddenly jumped up and backfliped over Trey, countering the counter, and tried for a Russian leg sweep. TV blocked the sweep, and pulled Wippit over with a hip toss, but Wippit landed on his feet.
Nerdstorm: Jesus, what is this, a counter match?
Wippit used the forward flip's momentum to spring off the ropes, and charged back towards Trey Vincent with a clothesline. Trey ducked under it, and kicked backwards at Wip, connecting solidly in the back. Wippit was sent over the top rope, but he grabbed the top and landed on the apron.
Brown: Wippit saved himself from a nasty fall there.
Nerdsrtom: And Trey tried to capialize with a clothesine, but Wippit pulled him down across the rope.
Trey flew backwards into the ring as Wippit jumped back on the apron, and then again up to the top rope. Springboarding off the top, Wippit attempted a twisting moonsault, but Trey rolled out of the way, and Wippit landed hard on his chest and stomach.
Brown: Lots of back and forth action here, and Trey has another pin!
ONE...
TWO...
Kickout by Wippit.
Wippit is pulled back up amd sent to the corner, and this time hits hard. Trey follows right behind him and clotheslines him. As Wip tried to recover, Trey hooked him around the waist and pulled him back with a belly-to-back suplex! Trey Vincent rolled over top of Wippit and bridged for a pin.
ONE...
TWO...
Kickout by Wippit.
Nerdstrom: Well, The Icon seems to be in control of the match now.
Trey got up and took a quick breath, and then ran to the ropes. On the return, he dropped an elbow, and connected solidly with the- mat! Wippit rolled away in the nick of time, and struggles to his feet as Trey grabbed his injured arm. Both men turned... and charged
Brown: Oh here we go!
They exchanged right against each other, and good 5 shots at each other's head. The fans began to drown out everything with their cheers, as Trey again gained the advantage and backed Wippit against the ropes with 3 sharp rights. He whipped Wippit off the ropes, Wippit reversed, Trey reversed again...
Nerstrom: Somebody WIN, dammit!
Wippit suddenly stopped, and sprung with backwards flip, kicking Trey Vincent hard in the jaw.
Brown: Wipsmack!
Trey was laid out on the mat, and Wippit walked slowing over to a corner, and climbed to the top. With his back to the ring, he gazed out over the crowds, who were going 'banana' for the diminutive wrestler. With a sudden movement, Wippit lept, twisted, and nailed TV solidly with a Schitzoplex.
Nerdstrom: I can't believe this, that little guy is gonna win.
Wippit covers for a pin...
ONE....!
TWO....!
The crowd all shouted out THREE, and Trey never kicked out, but referee Williams never slapped the mat a third time. He stood up and looked around confused, as Wippit slowly rolled off Vincent.
"BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!"
Trey sat up and looked at Willaims with a angry look, while Wippit kind-of slumped in the corner, dejected. Williams now looked a little scared rather than confused.
Brown: What? Wha-.... ok, ok...
There's a thumping sound from the boardcast desk.
Nerdstrom: Mike? Where are you-
Vinny never finished his sentence as Mike Brown left the announce desk and climbed up the ring steps. He and Williams began talking in a corner, and after a moment Trey came and joined the conversation. Wippit remained slumped in the corner, and the fans continues their chant.
"BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!"
Nerdstrom: Well, it seems Mike Brown is delivering a message from our ever-gracious superiors. Williams looks a little relieved to be getting instructions, but Trey looks downright pissed.
A heated debate took place in the corner, and at one point Mike Brown is clearly heard to say "You don't make the decisions here!" Trey walked away from the conversation, his face red with anger, and approached Wippit, who now had his face in his hands and was shaking his head. Brown finished up his instructions amd returned to the desk.
Brown: My apologies there, ladies and gentlemen. Just a little personell problem I needed to take care of.
Nerdstrom: Anything for the company, eh Mike?
Brown: Knock it off, Vinny, I know my place in this company, those two have to remember theirs.
Willaims approached the two wrestlers apprehensively, and they both looked at him with different looks. Trey asked Wippit a question, and Wippit just shrugged and stood up. Williams gestured for the two to continue, and the Bullshit chants faded away a little.
Nerdstrom: I gotta agree with the fans on this one...
Brown: Just call the damn match, Vinny.
Nerdstrom: Fine then.... after being screwed over by the refer-
Brown: REFEREE WILLIAMS HAS said this match will continue. Get it right, Vinny.
Vinny Nerdstrom made no comment as TV and Wip go back to the center of the ring. For the third time this match, they locked up, but Trey put Wippit in a quick headlock, and then took him down to the mat. Sliding in behind him, The Icon put Wippit into a reverse chin lock, and began to apply pressure.
Brown: Vincent trying to slow this match down now, trying to take away Wip's speed advantage.
Wippit fought his way to his feet, and delivered a hard elbow to the midsection. Three more in rapid succession broke the hold, and Wippit ran for the ropes. Trye Vincent dove for the mat as Wippit returned, and the cruiserweight hopped over his prone body.
Nerdstrom: Getting a little oldschool here.
Wippit off the ropes a second time, and Trey Vincent with an oldschool leapfrog, and Wippit ran under him. Wip suddenly put on the breaks, and as Trey turned around, Wippit gicked him in the gut, doubling him over. Wip tried for a DDT, but Trey lifedt him up into a a suplex, and floated it over into a brainbuster. Trey with a pinning attempt...
ONETWOTH- Trey suddenly pulled Wip off the mat, breaking the extremely fast count.
Nerdstrom: Oh COME ON! Now I definitely agree with the fans.
The fans, of course, began another chant: "BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!" Mike Brown just called the match as if nothing had happened.
Brown: Vincent with a near-fall, but he decides to give Wip a little more punishment.
Trey looked at Willaims with narrowed eyes, and the ref backed up a step. Trey brought Wip to a sitting position, and put on another rear chin-lock.
Brown: Good mat technique for the veteren Vincent.
Nerdstrom: I hardly think that's the reason for it.
Once again Wippit battled to his feet, and started driving elbows to TV's midesction. Breaking free, Wppit started driving rights and lefts to Vincents head, backing him into a corner. With TV stunned, Wippit climbed to the middle rope, and held a clenched fist into the air. And the fans counted along as he blasted Vincent:
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN!!!
The fans started cheering as Wip hopped down and Trey staggered a step forward. Wippit grabbed Vincent's arm and whipped him into the far corder so hard that the smallest wrestler in the PIW fell on his face. TV his the turnbuckles with such impact that he went right over the top of the ringpost, and came down head-first on the steel steps.
The fans began a new chant... "HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!"
Brown: TV was whipped to the turnbuckles with authority, and TV is down on the mats.
Willaims looked over to Wippit, who got up to his knees, and just sat there. Williams looked at TV, prone on the floor, and began to count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE..
Nerdstrom: Looks like Wippit's gonna win this match the easy way.
FOUR...
Brown: No, I'm pretty sure TV's got some fight left in him.
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
Nerdstrom: Well, he's not getting up...
EIGHT...
NINE....
The fans all counted TEN!, but Williams didn't. He stopped, and got that confused look again. And the fans once again began chanting "BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!! BULLSHIT!"
Nerdstrom: All right, that's FUCKING IT!
Brown: Vinny, what are you-
There's a loud thump, and the fans started booing as Vinny made his way to the ring from behind announcer's desk. He climbed the ring steps and slid between the ropes, and confronted Jerry Williams face to face.
Brown: Well, my broadcast colleague has decided to have a word with the referee...
Vinny and Jerry start talking back and forth angrily. Williams suddenly started poking Vinny in the chest, and those at ringside heard "You're the announcer!" and then he poked himself in the chest, "And I'm the referee!"
Vinny nodded, as if that made perfect sense...
...and then blind-sided Willaims with an uppercut!
Brown: What the hell! Vinny Nerdstrom just cold-cocked the referee.
The fans were suddenly cheering Vinny Nerdstrom - who'd've ever imaginted THAT - who was resembling Steve Austin at the moment, bad-mouthing Willaims who lay on the ring mat. Vinny grabbed Willaim's short and pulled it up over his head, and then rolled him out of the ring. The fan reaction grew even louder as Vinny took the referee shirt...
... and put it on!
Brown: Oh, Jesus Vinny... what the hell are you doing...?
Referee Nerdstrom (what the?) gestured angrily for TV to get back in the ring, and he did just that, and then pulled both men to the middle of the ring. He poined at Trey and asked a question, and Trey nodded. He poined at Wippit and asked a question, and Wippit, after looked at Trey with widened eyes, nodded. Vinny crossed his arms in front, telling them both to get it on.
Brown: Vinny has just told Wip and TV to get it on. But he's not an offical ref, I don't know what'll go on here.
The fans were cheering both men, who looked at each other while Vinny backed off to watch. Silently TV mouthed 'now' and both men ran to the rope behind them. They met in the middle, where Wippit suddenly handspring over the head of Trey Wincent, and came down on the otherside with a hangman's neckbreaker.
Brown: Wiplash from Wippit, Vinny, do you realize what you're-
Mike Brown cut off what he was saying, because it was pretty obvious that Vinny realized what he was doing.
Wippit rolled onto Trey Vincent for a pin...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
The roof came off the arena as the fan exploded into what was by far the biggest pop of the night. Wippit slowly got to his feet and looked around the Pepsi Center in awe, trying to take in the roar of the people screaming, the thunder of their applause. And as Vinny Nerdstrom apprached Wippit, he took his hand, shook it twice, and then raised it in the air.
Hunt: The winner of this match, Wippit GUUUUUUUUUD!!!
Incredibly, the fan got that much more loud with the annoucement. Trey Vincent approached Wippit's right side, and raised is other arm in the air. Tears were again falling from Wip's eyes, but these were tears of joy.
Vinny let go of Wip and slid out of the ring. He tore the referee short off his back and returned to his post at the broadcast booth.
Brown: You happy now?
Nerdstrom: No... but you forgot one thing, Mike... we don't make the company, wrestler's don't make the company, and JJ sure as hell doesn't make the company.... the fans do. And as much as I hate them sometimes.... we need them.
Brown: Well.... I guess that's all that has to be said.... and man, we're not even at the halfway point yet!
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