An uninvited(?) guest

Impulse 2.4
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

"You will never believe who I just ran into."

Eilene Hadden of the Digital Camera Crew of Club Evo, wearing a red, pink and orange mini-dress and black knee-high platform-style boots, pushed her way through the crowd of rabid LCW Evo fans, heading toward the first floor bar.

"Fans, I was just returning from the ladies room, when I stepped out, I ran into a man whose mere presence, well, it surprised me. He was just standing outside of the ladies room, and, well, he came on to me. After brushing him off, acting like I had no clue who he was, I ran immediately to get a camera. I want to find out why he is here. I was told by several fans that he came this way."

As she arrived at the bar, the camera went back and forth, surveying the crowd of people awaiting service from the bartender or just hanging out, sipping from plastic cups filled with beer. And then she spotted him.

"Right there, there he is."

The camera focused on a man near the far end of the bar, standing and shouting an order to the bartender. It looked like he said "Beer, and don't be stingy with the vodka." His short black hair was slicked back and appeared wet. The clean-shaven man wore a black T-shirt with a red and white iAd logo on it and black jeans. He looked like a wrestler, but fans of LCW had yet to see him in their federation.

But hardcore followers of the sport may have recognized the man who was last employed by jOlt, challenging for the late company's International Title. The self-proclaimed Sports Entertainment Icon.

Trey Vincent.

The bartender put down a plastic cup full of foamy, yellow beer for Vincent. He pulled out his wallet and threw down a $50 bill. The barkeep took it and went to ring up the sale. Vincent took a sip of the beer and rolled his eyes. No vodka. Vincent then noticed Ms. Hadden.

"I knew you'd be back," Vincent said with a smirk.

"Um, no," she said flatly. "Trey Vincent, why are you here at Club Evo?"

Vincent lifted up his beer and toasted towards her.

"You're only here to drink? You're not here to wrestle?"

"Huh?"

"Wrestle."

"Huh?"

"WRESTLE."

"I can hear you, I just don't know what the hell you're talking about," he said raising his hands, palms up, in non-comprehension. "That word doesn't mean anything to me. All I know is I'm here to drink. Hey look, a sports entertainment ring," he said standing up. "Why didn't you tell me there's some sports entertainment going on here? And I thought this was just another club."

"So, you weren't invited here by anyone in management for possible work?"

"I guess this is just a cameo appearance."

"You guess?"

"Hey, darling, listen, if I keep talking to you, I can't keep drinking. And since you don't want to go to the hotel room of the biggest superstar in the history of this business, then it's your loss. Cuz I got nothing to say to any woman who doesn't shut her mouth and spread her legs. Get it?"

"Well, I guess I'm not going to get anything out of Trey Vincent fans," she said with a shrug and a sigh. "Stay tuned and let's head to more action."

NEXT CHAPTER: Icon, Legend, Trouble >>