"Excuse me, excuse me."

jOlt Intense 36

Trey Vincent grabbed the camera and violently turned it in his direction. He stared directly into the unblinking eye and smiled sarcastically.

"Now you're aimed right. Oh look, we're live. You ever walk by me with a TV camera again and not turn it on, there is going to be some trouble. Trey Vincent needs airtime. jOlt needs ratings. The little people need to be entertained. That's why jOlt begged the Sports Entertainment Icon to come to jOlt. Now. Let's get down to business. One week ago, jOlt was rescued single-handedly by a very selfless and giving man. You could almost say jOlt was re-born last week. Everyone raved about the greatest iNtense of all time, and for that, all of you can thank, ME. Finally, you people have a compelling character to watch. Someone who does not put up with these little sports entertainment pretenders who clutter up my airwaves."

He stopped. Suddenly, Trey was not alone.

Lance Knight had joined him. Trey smiled. But Lance wasn't there to smile back. Or play games, for that matter.

Knight fixed Vincent with a cold stare as he maintained about 18 inches of space between Vincents body and his own. He looked Trey up and down, as he had the week before when the two men had shared the jOlt ring, and from the look on his face, it was clear that Lances opinion of the Sports Entertainment Icon hadnt changed in the least.

"Mr. Vincent," Lance began, "I've had a full week to think over your actions on the last iNtense, and I've come to the following conclusion. You did what you did because you know deep down (this statement was accentuated with a hard poke to the chest) that you cant bring anything in the ring that I can't handle."

The Franchise Player attempted to get a word in edge-wise, but Knight cut him off sharply with a raised hand.

"For all your braggodoccio and big words, you know deep down that thats all you've got to fall back on. When it comes to the things that matter, like talent and dedication, you rank right up there with Big Sexy, someone you've probably idolized and built your persona around."

Vincent was starting to look outraged, but Lance kept on going.

"You claim that I'm a disgrace to our shared profession, yet you chose my match, my debut match, to interrupt. I've got a theory for that as well "

Before Knight had a chance to continue, Trey stepped forward, holding up a hand. Lance, in retaliation, slammed Vincent backwards into the wall, using his right hand to keep TV there. The look on Knights face had changed slightly, morphing from slightly angered to highly enraged - his eyebrows had knit together, the eyes themselves narrowed to slits, and when he spoke, it was through clenched teeth.

"You. Will. Listen. To. Me. When. Im. Speaking. Understand?"

Vincent nodded, seemingly unaffected by Knights rage. It was clear to him that he was going to have to wait out the storm to say his piece, but he didnt seem too concerned by the whole ordeal, in spite of the very real threat of physical violence.

"You interrupted the biggest moment of my career to date for a reason, didnt you? Its not because Im a pockmark on the face of the industry, like you so overzealously claim either, is it? Its because of Survivor - Im already more established than you are, and that eats you up inside, doesnt it?"

"I have a feeling that had Denton gotten the win last week, you wouldnt have made your little appearance, so my question to you is this: why me? Why not someone like Creed, or Rave, or even LLB? Theyre the big names here in jOlt, not me."

Lance stopped, prompting Trey to open his mouth and attempt to answer Knights question. However, before so much as a sound could come out, Knight cut him off again.

"No, dont talk. I already know why. Youre an intelligent man, of that Im fairly certain. You know enough to realize that the men I mentioned before, especially guys like Creed or Graphic Violence, would tear you limb from limb if you attempted a stunt like you pulled on me.

"You figured, Oh, he seems laid back, and hes a rookie, so Ill pull my little act with him. Guess what, Trey? You picked the wrong guy on the wrong night. Im not going to tell you again - you interfere with me again, and youll wish youd never signed your name at the bottom of that jOlt contract."

With that, Knight turned and stormed off, still clearly upset, and, much to Trey Vincents chagrin, the camera crew hurried off behind the Pittsburgh native.

NEXT CHAPTER: Lance Knight vs. "Fueled By Ignorance" Chris Titan >>