Hello Trey Vincent, Miss Me?

Menace 3
Nov. 24, 2003
Starring: The REAL EGO?
Writer: ???

Trey Vincent “World Wrestling Corporation”

The three words that flashed before him made him smile as wide as he could. It had been a very long time since he set eyes upon a federation’s name; especially one that he would be involved. It had nearly been a full year since his last appearance on an actual televised wrestling event. But did that make him scared? Give him butterflies in his stomach? Hell fucking no. He was ready as all hell to go out to the ring and entertain the crowd like never before. It made him excited, rather than scared. He began to rub his hands together, as he walked past the sign and through the parking lot.

He passed by numerous WWC executives and attendants, and every single last one of them gave the same reaction upon seeing him. An open mouth, wide eyes and a limp body (all from shock)…kind of like the reaction from females after they had seen his large…*ahem* pride. He arrogantly nodded at those who acknowledged him, and winked at a few of the more attractive female staff members in attendance. Hell, he couldn’t help trying to get a little nookie while he was there.

He continued his path down the corridors and towards the locker room areas. The cameras remained behind the figure, hiding his face to the world. The only thing that could be seen is the flashy silk shirt and denim pants he was wearing, and the black hair that glistened in the light. He looked over to his left, and looked over to his right…looking at every name on the locker room doors. And every name made him more and more disappointed,

Disciplinarian. Osyrus. Mattock. Blazer. Devastation. Gods of Death. What the fuck was this place? Was this a place where all the indy rejects came to try and get a shot…only to fail miserably and be remembered as the ‘Tommy Dreamer’s’ of the wrestling world? God damn, this is just screaming ‘unentertaining’ he thought to himself. When you have this many indy wrestlers on a roster…it can never be good…just like at Action! Wrestling.

Bobby Minio. Chris Mezz. Kory Storm. Oh chris, we have two PIW rejects who were as entertaining as watching a block of ice melt….and than we have the former IOW Champion. Wow, we have a guy who represented a federation that represented as much as human feces did. This was just reeking of pure…bumpy, peanut induced…SHIT.

He looked across the names, and didn’t find one female with their own locker room. It was kind of disappointing to him, seeing as how he came from a federation where the top interviewer was a beautiful female with large breasts. This place was a damn sausage factory to him…and he hated…smelled to much of sperm and not enough of vagina…in his opinion.

So he continued to walk…and what did he find?

A locker room that caught his eye; a locker room that made him stop dead in his tracks and stare at the name on the door. The camera quickly rushed to see whose door it was, and low and behold…it read…

Trey Vincent.

The man shook his head as he looked at the door and grinned ear to ear. He placed his fist on the door and bumped it softly before walking saying in almost a whisper, “Surprise! Surprise! Surprise, Trey!”

And than he walked off into his own locker room quarters. He opened the door and quickly shut it behind him, leaving the camera crew outside the door. But as he slammed the door, he exposed the name tag on the locker room door…a locker room that was way down the hall…far from Trey Vincent’s. The door, which concealed this mysterious man, only read one thing…

The EGO.

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