Raise A Little Cup of Beer

PIW Massacre
Oct. 5, 2002

Trey Vincent Ah, beer vendors. The savior of all wrestling fans. The man behind the counter handed a beer-bellied man some gold foamy goodness and he headed back to the arena to continue being entertained by Massacre. The next man in line stepped forward. The shades weren't fooling anybody, and the Get Psycho? shirt wasn't helping much either.

"Hey, I know you. Wippit Guud! But where's your smile, buddy?"

Wippit gave the vendor a long look with a long face.

"Haven't had much of a reason to smile," he answered. "Seems like everything's going wrong lately..."

"Well, you want a beer?" asked the somewhat-bartender.

Wippit snickered, but still didn't smile, "I doubt it would help.... so sure."

"Jerkit! What's going on buddy," a booming voice asked from behind Wippit.

He turned around and came face to face with Trey Vincent. Vincent looked down at Wippit's cup of beer and his face lit up.

"Now you are a man who knows how to live. Here you are, minutes away from going out and sports entertaining, and here you are, ready to down a beer." Vincent shook his head in appreciation. "That was quite a main event last week, wasn't it?" Vincent continued. "You know why I was out there, don't you?"

Wippit raised an eyebrow, but shoook his head no.

"The bookers had a few concerns about you. You see, while the fans like you, most of the boys back here... they don't. They think you are annoying. You joke around too much. While everyone likes a kidder, you just take it too far. That's why you're getting jerked around here. But even the fans, they don't really cheer for you like they cheer for Trey Vincent. But granted," he said shrugging, "nobody is as entertaining as Trey Vincent."

Wippit got a confused look on his face, "What do you mean, they don't really cheer for me?"

"You see, the guys running PIW remember who was main eventing when jOlt closed. You were. Think that's a coincidence? The fans HATED jOlt. And now, even today, all the smarks HATE PIW. You were in jOlt. You're here now. Another coincidence?" Vincent shook his head back and forth slowly. "I dunno."

"Look," said Wippit, "if all you're going to do is stand here and insult me, I'm out of here."

Vincent placed a hand against Wip's chest, stopping him from leaving.

"Hey, nobody else has the balls to tell you to your face. But you know what? Let's make a deal. If you give me that beer. And a few more. I can help get you 'over.' With the fans, with the bookers and the boys in the back. Professor Trey Vincent will take you to Sports Entertainment School. I will make you a REAL sports entertainer. You see, the fans, they want good gimmicks. They want controversy. They want unpredictability. They want to be entertained. They want to be shocked."

Vincent flashed a smile.

"So chin up, little trooper. I'm gonna help you find your smile. Do we have a deal?" Vincent asked, extending his right hand.

Wippit looked down at his full cup of beer, Vincent's hand, and then Vincent's devilish smile.

"It's not like things can get any worse..." Guud said shaking his head.

He extended the beer.

Vincent took the beer.

"Let's get to work," Vincent said toasting Guud before taking a long sip of beer. "Oh yeah," he said with a satisfied sigh. "Come with me."

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