New focus, new target

Written: Jan. 24, 2002

Location: Trey's Penthouse

The phone rings.

And again.

Trey's head pops up from his pillow and he sees the phone on the steel folding chair beside his bed.

And again.

He snatches the phone and answers.

'Do you have any idea what time it is? 12:35! How dare you wake me up.'

He listens to the voice on the other end of the phone and sits up. He's alone.

'jOlt will bow down before me in due time darling. There's just been a lot of backstage politics to take care of. Trey must be Trey. Some people just can't take the greatness of Trey.'

He stands up and walks through his open bedroom door and swings left to the bathroom.

'How'd what go? Oh. Well, let's just say I think Lance Knight got a bit scared once he found out what I knew about him. Don't expect to see that bald bastard anymore. I'd tell you what I got on him, but it'd probably just give him an excuse to come back. I'm not worried about anyone here anymore.'

After taking a one-handed whizz, Trey heads to the mirror to admire himself. He smiles.

'Damn, I'm pretty,' he says with a smirk. 'I bet your eyes are missing me badly right now. C'mon Taylor, you can admit you love me.'

He waits.

'Thata girl. You coming over tonight? I'm so lonely here.'

Trey heads to the kitchen. He balances the phone on his shoulder as he examines the inside of his refrigerator. He pulls out a brown bottle and twists off the cap.

'I don't have any milk. I know that was random, but so what?'

Trey gets a bowl out of cupboard and a spoon from a drawer. He grabs a box of Cheerios and fills up the bowl. He pours the beer on top of the cereal.

'I think it was smart, us getting back together. You made the right choice. You were just upset with the size of my bank account. I know you liked the size of everything else I had. It's OK, you can admit you're a rich bitch. You've done it before.'

He heads back to the bedroom and sits against his pillows.

'It's very sexy. I like that about you. In addition to the rest of you.'

Trey digs into his cereal and beer and eats as he talks.

'What's next? Good question. I've already proven that I am sports entertainment. All fans leap to their feet and cheer me. I am the Sports Entertainment Icon. And now with the powers that be on my side.....sky, limit, you get the pic. I have an idea. Tell me what you think....

'There is only one thing that elevates people in this business. Titles. You are either the best, or you just are. Whenever I've been in a title match, I'm undefeated. So that begs the question: who to target? Which title do I want? So I did some research.'

Trey reaches for a remote control to his stereo system. He finds it under a pillow. He pushes power, then play. Then he quickly shovels the rest of the cereal into his mouth. He drinks the beer from the bowl and then finds the bottle and also downs it. All the while, in the background, a song begins to play.

'Falling,' by Gravity Kills.

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