Trey Vincent/Osyrus vs. Sean Studd/Bobby Minio

Menace 7
Dec. 22, 2003
Writer: John Leary

Four men and two feuds were about to continue their build toward Road To Gold. Osyrus and Bobby Minio. Sean Studd and Trey Vincent. Tonight, Minio would team with Studd while Osyrus and Vincent would team up. These men had never teamed up before. With a lot of animosity already built up on both sides, this one had the potential to quickly get out of control and violent.

Let’s get it on!

'Creep' blared throughout the arena, bringing the crowd to a chorus of boos. A man often referred to as a 'The Beast,' Osyrus stepped through. And rightfully so, the man from San Diego stands at 6-8 and is not too far away from the 300 pound mark. He stepped into the ring, soaking up the jeers from the crowd but not playing to the fans tonight.

With Osyrus arrived, it was time for his partner. 'Pussy Liquor' hit the speakers, and the boos continued, despite Trey Vincent’s usual 'cool heel marks' demographic cheers. The Sports Entertainment Icon stepped out, getting a hard time from the fans over the earlier segment with Studd. Vincent looked pissed at the reaction and stormed down the aisle, flipping off the fans as he walked by. Once he was in the ring, he was all business, just waiting with Osyrus for their opponents to get the fuck out.

'Untitled' began playing over the speakers, leading Bobby Minio out to a pop from the fans. He headed down the aisle, keeping an eye on Osyrus the entire way. Osyrus met the gaze from the ring. Minio raised his arms in recognition of the crowd, but waited on the floor for his partner before heading into the ring.

'Paradise City' hit the speakers. The fans cheered as Miami, Florida-native Sean Studd emerged from the back. He did plenty of showing off for the crowd during his strut down to the ring and getting the orgasmic screams of all the beautiful (and not-so-beautiful) ladies in the crowd. Of course, the WWC camera only showed the hot ones — the blondes with the nice bodies; the brunettes with the nice bodies; the Latinas with the smoking bodies...you get the drill. It’s all about ratings, baby!

All the players were in the ring. Both sides discussed some strategy before two men stepped onto the apron and the other two moved toward center ring.

Team EGO was officially ready to explode, as the cliché goes. Trey Vincent and Sean Studd, who made their reputations with their mouths, were about to show the world their sports entertainment chops. The crowd was buzzing as the two men slowly circled each other, hurling insults at each other. Vincent eyed Minio in the corner, and Studd eyed Osyrus briefly.

Here we go.

Lockup, dead center of the ring. Vincent shoved Studd backward and went for a quick spinning kick, which Studd evaded by ducking underneath it. Studd grabbed Vincent’s leg for a single-leg crab, but Vincent shoved Studd off with his free leg into the ropes. As Studd rebounded, Vincent hopped to his feet and then hopped over Studd. Studd bounced off the other side of the ropes and Vincent and Studd collided with a shoulder block.

Neither man budged.

Vincent kicked Studd in the gut — well, tried to. Studd had Vincent by one leg, but Vincent tried for an enzugeri, missing again as Studd ducked down.

Studd dove, looking for a leg drop to the back of Vincent’s head, but Vincent spun around on his back, leaving Studd empty. Both men quickly scrambled to their feet. Vincent tried for a hiptoss, but Studd blocked and tried to counter. Vincent returned the block. So Studd dropped down and rolled Vincent into a small package.

One.

Two.

Easy enough kickout for Vincent, as it was still early in the match. Studd charged at Vincent, who ducked down instinctively, but leaving himself open to be dragged into a sunset flip.

One.

Two.

Kickout.

Studd got up, a cocky smile on his face, and flexed for the ladies in the crowd, getting a high-pitched squeal of approval. Vincent rolled his eyes at the hot dogging of his one-time tag team partner and good drinking buddy.

Studd motioned for Vincent to bring it. Vincent took one step forward. Then a whole bunch back.

After Osyrus was tagged in, Vincent flipped off Studd and headed to the apron, raising his arms in celebration at screwing over Studd. But Studd wasn’t going to back down from the big man.

Osyrus went for Studd first, who backed up a couple steps at first, but quickly turned his defensive moves into an offense, lulling Osyrus into a bit of a trap. Studd connected with a trifecta of kicks to Osyrus’s upper thigh, then quickly bounced off the ropes and hit a flying clothesline that took Osyrus down to the mat.

But Osyrus rebounded and got to his feet, running smack dab into Studd’s fist. Studd roared back and delivered on several stinging right-handed punches before whipping Osyrus toward the ropes. Osyrus reversed the attempt. Studd, having been whipped in Vincent’s general direction, charged for him.

Swung on and missed. Vincent hopped to the floor, smiling. Appreciating the effort, if nothing else from Studd. But Osyrus charged from behind. Osyrus could sense the oncoming train and stepped aside, trapping Osyrus in the corner. Studd stomped at Osyrus’ midsection repeatedly, getting cheered louder and louder as Studd’s violence became faster and faster and faster before he suddenly stopped.

BITCH SLAP~!

The crowd roared in a mix of laughter and cheers for the balls Studd was displaying here. He quickly set himself on the apron and waited on Osyrus to get up.

Studdly kick! The springboard missile dropkick sent Osyrus back to the mat, but Osyrus could take a lot of punishment. As Studd got to his feet, Osyrus was doing the same, albeit a little slower now as being on the receiving end of offense was starting to wear him down.

Seeing another chance, Studd started toward Osyrus, but then veered to his right and nailed Vincent with a punch, knocking him to the floor mats. Vincent’s eyes went wide as he realized he’d just been blind sided.

As Studd slowly ran his fingers down his abdomen, Vincent slid under the bottom rope, intent on hurting the heck out of Studd. The referee, oddly enough, did his job, and got in Vincent’s way. With Vincent now busy, Studd tossed Osyrus toward the good guys corner.

Minio hopped over the top rope and Minio and Studd began wailing away on Osyrus, hitting him with several stiff punches and kicks. Minio backed up and Studd waited on him. Minio charged at Studd who ducked down and backdropped Minio over his head.

Mid-air, Minio swung himself around enough to dropkick Osyrus square in the chest. The fans erupted in cheers as Osyrus collapsed to the mat. Minio crashed down hard, but being illegal, slid out of the ring anyhow. Realizing he wasn’t helping things, Vincent got out of the ring.

As the referee turned around, Studd made the legal tag and Minio got in. He headed up top and sat on top of Osyrus’ massive shoulders, rolling down to the mat and locking him into a victory roll pin attempt.

One.

Two.

Osyrus kicked his way free.

But Minio was fast and already on his way up to the top rope.

Spinning somersault guillotine leg drop to the top of Osyrus’ head. Osyrus grabbed at his neck and fell to his knees. Minio was already on the move, trying to quickly follow-up, but Vincent snuck into the ring and hit a stiff right punch to Minio’s jaw, knocking him down. Vincent claims to pack a punch like Mike Tyson did in his prime and showed it right there.

The referee’s scolding of Vincent was halted as Osyrus shouted out an instruction to his partner. Osyrus whipped Minio into the ropes as Vincent held up his middle, ring and little fingers in the air. Osyrus jacked Minio up into the air and Vincent grabbed Minio around the neck.

3-D!

A Devastating Death Drop. Dudley who?

Vincent rolled to the apron and Osyrus stared down at his foe, Minio. He grabbed two handfuls of Minio’s brown hair and dragged him to his feet. Left body punch. Right body punch. Stiff side kick to Minio’s jaw.

Minio fell against the ropes, landing half in and half out of the ring, limp from the assault. Osyrus grabbed hold of Minio’s legs and dragged him forward, only to snap Minio’s throat up quickly into the middle rope. Minio gasped for breath as Osyrus made the tag to Vincent. Vincent didn’t get in, instead walking down the apron and dropping a leg on Minio’s throat this time, snapping his neck as well on the bottom rope.

Minio rolled inside, coughing and grabbing at his aching neck as Vincent stepped through the ropes and strutted toward the weakened Minio. Studd spit a big loogie at Vincent and connected from the apron. But Vincent wasn’t drawn into a confrontation with the man he would do battle with for the WWC World Title at the WWC’s first pay-per-view.

He was saving that big moment for then, apparently. After all, for Vincent, pay-per-view was the money shot of life.

TV lifted Minio up into suplex position and held him in the air for several seconds before dropping Minio gut first on the top rope, further taking Minio’s wind away. Vincent followed up immediately with a swinging neckbreaker, dropping Minio down hard to the mat from the elevated position of the top rope.

Vincent made a cover.

One.

Two.

Minio kicked out.

Vincent shrugged. He was willing to beat on the kid some more. Vincent pulled Minio toward the corner and tagged Osyrus back into the match. Vincent sat down on Minio’s back and locked him into a modified camel clutch. Osyrus took a few paces back.

*SMACK!*

Dropkick to Minio’s forehead. Again, Minio became the victim of whiplash. Vincent and Osyrus were going after the kid’s neck. Can’t stand up, can’t doing any big high-flying spots either.

Osyrus picked up Minio and tagged Vincent right back into the ring. Osyrus told Vincent to get up on the ropes. He obeyed, not wanting to upset the big man at this point in time. Osyrus jacked Minio up and sent him crashing down to the mat in a massive powerbomb.

Vincent dove with a leg drop.

Double impact.

Cover.

One!

Two!

Studd pulled Vincent off Minio by the ankles, and spun him around, just to piss him off a bit. The two yelled some more lovely dialogue at each other before Vincent returned his attention to Minio. He pulled Minio up by the throat and powered the cruiserweight into the corner.

Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punchpunchpunchpunchpunchpunchpunch!

Minio’s head rocked with every rapid fire blow to the sides of his head. Eventually, all his coordination was gone, and his legs simply gave out. Did Vincent care?

Stomp. Stomp. Stompstompstompstompstompstompstompstomp!

Nope. Not a bit. He backed up, smiling, getting the crowd on him in a manner total opposite to how Studd had received cheers earlier. Studd loved playing up to the crowd. Vincent loved pissing it off.

Once again, Vincent tagged in Osyrus, a strategy no doubt aiming to keep both of them fresh. This time, Vincent had an idea to inflict some big time pain on Minio. Osyrus grabbed Minio around the waist and powered him to his feet. Vincent stood behind Osyrus, waiting...

German suplex by Osyrus, pausing it ever so briefly in mid-air so Vincent could grab Minio around the neck.

'HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!' the crowd roared in disbelief as Minio landed straight down on his head in a brutal German suplex combined with an inverted DDT. Vincent didn’t waste the opportunity to bow mid-ring as Osyrus made the cover.

But the referee made sure Vincent was out of the ring before going to make the count. Osyrus roared for Vincent to get out of the ring, and it worked. Osyrus hooked both of Minio’s legs, sure this was it.

One!

Two!

Studd landed on Osyrus’ shoulders from the top rope with an elbow drop. Osyrus shrugged it off, despite the pain, pulling Minio to his feet, who was not much more than a rag doll at this point. Osyrus tried to lock Minio into an abdominal stretch, but then changed his mind. Not brutal enough. So, he reached into his bag of tricks and pulled out a move used mostly by Japanese wrestlers.

A move called the Octopus. It starts out like an ab-stretch, but at the end, Osyrus wrapped his leg over Minio’s head, completely changing the focus of the brutality for Minio from an abdomen to the neck. Minio screamed out in pain as Osyrus’ massive left leg crushed down on his aching neck.

The fans cheered, trying to encourage Minio to hold on, get to a rope or escape this hold. Minio did what could best be considered a counter, unless he passed out — going completely limp. Osyrus was driven face first into the mat and couldn’t block much of it.

It was pure desperation, but it worked. Osyrus came up, grabbing at his nose. A small trickle of blood slowly made it’s way toward Osyrus’ mouth. Minio, meanwhile, heard the cheering crowd, and it was enough to get him moving. He rolled onto his stomach and looked up, seeing a blurry image that looked like Sean Studd.

He began crawling toward the corner, the crowd getting louder and louder with every bit he got closer. Behind him, Osyrus made the tag to Vincent. Studd’s hand was just inches away.

DIVE!

TAG!

MISSED!

Vincent knocked Studd off the apron! All of Minio’s struggling had brought him to nowhere. Vincent pulled Minio up, kicked him in the gut and delivered a Shocking Conclusion!

Minio bounced head over heels upon impact, landing near the ropes. Vincent made a cover.

One!

Two!

Thre-FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Vincent stared over at Studd, smiling for a couple of seconds in triumph, before trying to continue the assault on the resourceful Minio. Vincent sent Bobby into the ropes with an Irish whip, but Minio held on. Vincent charged in, but Minio connected on a drop toe hold, sending Vincent throat-first into the middle rope.

Minio looked around at the crowd quickly before charging for the ropes and spinning through!

'OHHHHH!' the crowd roared as Minio connected with a very stiff, sick version of the 619! Vincent recoiled from the blow, but didn’t move after that. Minio, meanwhile, was exhausted. He held onto the ropes, trying to use them to get closer toward his partner, Studd, and get him into the match. Minio needed some big time recovery time.

But to Minio’s surprise, Osyrus got in the way, sending a boot into Minio’s face and sending him flying out of the ring all the way to the floor. The crowd gasped in horror at the sick fall. Minio laid there, arms out wide, unmoving.

In the ring, Osyrus dragged the mighty groggy Trey Vincent toward his own corner and propped him up in the corner. Osyrus stepped halfway out and made the tag. Then he headed for Minio, who was still on the floor. Osyrus jacked Minio up into the air into press slam position and then dropped Minio jaw-first on the apron, getting another shocked reaction from the crowd, which began booing Osyrus on the floor.

Studd was getting impatient. He jumped off the apron and charged for Osyrus, landing several punches, before the referee convinced him to get back to the corner or get his team disqualified. Osyrus tried and tried to get Minio up again.

But Minio hit a low blow on Osyrus! A quick straight arm to the crotch, followed up by grabbing Osyrus by the tights and using his leverage to drag Osyrus forward into the guardrail. The crowd cheered on Minio, who wasn’t giving up, despite the beating he was taking.

Minio climbed back inside the ring, seeing Studd yet again so close, the hand extended as far as Studd could. Minio dove!

Osyrus pulled Studd off the apron!

The fans booed loudly again as Osyrus snuck back inside, showing off his smart tactics. Anything to keep Minio hurt and in the ring until he became a total non-factor.

Thing was, when Osyrus turned around, Minio was on fire, throwing left and rights, rocking Osyrus, before whipping him into the ropes and nailing a dropkick. Minio quickly got to his feet and charged at Osyrus, hitting a flying forearm smash and continuing to toss punches.

Vincent came in the ring, but Minio saw him coming this time, jumping up and hitting a rana on Vincent, taking him down and out. Minio spun around and hit a rana on Osyrus, taking him down as well.

Nobody was in his path now, but Minio was desperately trying to get oxygen in his aching lungs. He dove halfway across the ring. Picked himself up and dove again.

HOT TAG!

The crowd was electric as Studd got in with a huge grin on his face. Vincent saw him first, but Osyrus was still the legal man, so Vincent stopped, dropped and rolled out of the ring. Osyrus did not. He went right for Studd.

Chop for Osyrus!

'WHOO!'

Chop for Vincent on the apron!

'WHOO!'

Chop for Osyrus!

'WHOO!'

Chop for Vincent on the apron!

'WHOO!'

Standing side kick on Osyrus. Rana on Vincent brought him over the top rope and into the field of play again. The crowd was feeding on Studd’s energy as he tore into both of his opponents. Studd then tore into Osyrus like the Tazmanian Devil, shredding him with punches and kicks and chops and nasty jobs to soft places (like both of Osyrus’ eyes). Studd had Osyrus rocked and headed up to the second rope. Osyrus charged in but got caught.

Tornado DDT!

Studd headed to the top rope. Vincent was down. Osyrus was down. Once up top, he looked at both possible targets before deciding on taking out the bigger man first, leaving himself to take the fight to Vincent.

But before all that could happen, this had to:

PELVIC THRUST~!

STUDDLY SPLASH!

Studd got plenty of air on that dive and bounced off Osyrus upon impact. He grabbed at his ribs for a moment but got to his feet just about the same time as his former tag partner, Trey Vincent did so.

The fans cheering continued as Vincent and Studd stared each other down for a moment. And it was on!

Vincent with a punch. Studd with a punch. Vincent with a punch. Studd with a punch. Studd tried to wrap up Vincent, but Vincent escaped and whipped Studd into the ropes.

Blind tag by Minio.

Kick to the gut by Vincent.

He was going for the Glass Ceiling, his version of the Pedigree.

But Minio bounced up to the top rope with a springboard and dove right for Vincent.

SMACK~!

Dropkick to the jaw sent Vincent FLYING and rolling all the way to the floor. Studd stood up, gave Minio a nod and headed right out to the floor after Vincent. Minio headed to the ropes and hit a springboard Asai moonsault on Osyrus.

Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-SHOULDER UP!

On the floor, Studd and Vincent were simply brawling, but the fans were eating it up. After the personal shots these two have been taking at each other, you wouldn’t expect much else. Studd clotheslined Vincent over the steel guardrail!

But Vincent recovered enough to spear Studd right back into it as he climbed over. Several WWC security guards ran to the area as the former Team EGO began brawling amongst the fans, not wanting any lawsuits. They provided the sports entertainers the room to fight without accidentally punching anybody else.

In the ring, Minio just missed with a somersault leg drop from the apron. Osyrus pushed himself to his feet and hit a diving clothesline on Minio. He quickly picked up Minio and hit a snap mare.

*WHACK*

Brutal kick in the back by Osyrus!

*WHACK*

And another one.

With that, Osyrus dragged Minio to his feet and whipped him into the ropes. Powerslam connected.

Deep in the crowd, Vincent and Studd were still brawling and being showered with beer and soda. Just punches, as it was hard to do much else out where they were. They were slowly making their way around towards the entryway in a half-circle. The crowd was loving it, all charging toward the two superstars, trying to get close to the action.

In the ring, Osyrus lifted Minio up onto his shoulders into an Argentine back breaker! He was trying to end this match right now. He swung Minio off, trying to turn the move into his finisher, the Oblivion, but Minio still had some fight left in him, landing on his feet! He quickly dropkicked Osyrus’ ankle, taking him down.

Minio ran past Osyrus, who got back up quickly. He turned around only to be met A New Relgion! The fans popped big for the springboard backflip into a dropkick. Minio lay flat on the mat for a few seconds after a pretty sick impact on his own part. But Osyrus was out. Minio crawled with all his energy and laid across him for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NO!! OSYRUS GOT A SHOULDER UPAT THE LAST POSSIBLE MILLISECOND!

The crowd groaned, but the referee confirmed it was just a two-count.

At the back of the floor seats closest the WWC entry-way, Studd and Vincent both collapsed over the railing. They were in the technical area now brawling. Vincent tripped over a cable, giving Studd an excuse to jump up on a table and hit....

THE BIG TIME LEG DROP!

Osyrus got himself to the floor. Minio got up and waited on Osyrus to show his face. He was about to try something suicidal. How different for him, right?

But Osyrus had grabbed something from under the ring that made Minio pause in his plans. A black aluminum baseball bat. A Trey Vincent staple throughout his career. They must have planted the weapon out there sometime earlier in the night. Osyrus tossed the weapon inside and started in. Minio went right for the bat and got it. But the referee wasn’t going to let such a big match end with a DQ.

This is the WWC, not the WWE.

The referee and Minio got into a tug of war as Osyrus waited.

Minio eventually gave up on the annoying referee trying to enforce the rules. Besides that, he saw Osyrus was back in and couldn’t afford to take a cheap shot.

Osyrus had a SECOND BAT!

BANG!

Minio went down in a heap! Osyrus hit Minio over the head with the bat. This wasn’t some protected weapon shot. That was full blast.

Meanwhile, Vincent and Studd had disappeared. Cameras were rushing to catch up to them backstage.

The fans were PISSED, booing Osyrus as he tossed the second bat over the top rope to the floor. The referee turned around, having missed the weapon. All he saw was Minio down on the mat and Osyrus on top of him. He didn’t even notice the stream of blood that was starting to trickle out from Minio’s head and collect on the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Osyrus and Trey Vincent were going to be called the winners in this match, even though Osyrus stole this one for the team with a baseball bat.

Winners: Osyrus and Trey Vincent via pinfall (Osyrus over Bobby Minio)

NEXT CHAPTER: Enough is Enough >>

©2003 John Leary