EGO vs. EGO

Menace 3
Nov. 24, 2003
Starring: Trey Vincent and An Old Friend
Writers: Paul Levine and John Leary

'My Own Summer (Shove It)' hit the speakers, and the crowd jeered and booed as the self-proclaimed Sports Entertainment Icon stumbled out, having a bit of a laugh with himself. He strutted down the aisle, looking at the fans with his trademark cockiness.

He rolled into the ring under the bottom rope and got to his feet. He had a microphone and waited for his music to die before giving the fans, yet again, the pleasure of hearing him address his viewers.

'So, THAT was the big surprise for moi? Well, color me tres disappointed. A fucking IOW reject? I may have never been a world champion, but for God's sake, I'd rather that than to have claimed that I was the champion of that fed. Greg Davis may be younger than myself, but he just cannot compare with the mind of the most outrageous superstar of the century.

'So Levine, congratulations. Way to run a fed. Some secret. You better never get your dick sucked by somebody in your office, or the entire world will know about it before you've even put it away, embarrassed at another, failure!'

The crowd was all over Vincent. He had taken out Greg Davis with a baseball bat. And now he was gloating about it, pissing on owner Paul Levine and the WWC itself.

'So, every single one of you watching TV on your TVs better realize that Trey Vincent is for real. Nobody can stand in my way and stop me from getting what's mine. Fame, glory, movie deals, sex, drugs, alcohol and whatever else I decide I want!'

Boos. Nothing but.

'Thank you. Once again, I have proved that NOBODY in this industry has a bigger--'

E....G....O.

The letters shined on the WWCTron as suddenly the lights went completely out, cutting Trey Vincent's microphone off in mid sentence. The fans rose to their feet in excitement, as Trey began to wiggle his fingers in 'false' fear of the big three letters that appeared on the WWCTron. One name came to mind in Vincent's head...Greg Davis, and if Davis was truly coming out to the ring to face Vincent off...it was obvious Davis was going to be nowhere near one hundred percent to fight the wrath of TV. So all TV did was lean against the ropes and smirk, holding back as much laughter as he could.

On the WWCTron, a beautiful scenary of a beach was shown on the WWCTron. The cameras viewed the beaches, as the day turned to night...as more fans rose in excitement. Suddenly, a HUGE pyrotechnic show blarred off from the ring posts...causing Trey to hit the floor and cover his head. The fans began to cheer, as Trey muttered beneath his breathe in anger, 'That mother fucker, Davis'. The letters of EGO began to surround the WWCTron as the lights remained out...it was a hype fest folks, get with it. Just as the show seemed over, more fireworks blarred from the stage as a figure suddenly rose from the base of the stage, his back turned to the crowd. The lighting made only a shadow visable as 'Paradise City' by Guns and Roses began to play. Trey Vincent got to his feet and cocked an eyebrow up and suddenly the lights came back on to full luminosity and standing before the stage was none other than one of the original EGOs.

The arena went up in cheers, as the fans could not believe who stood on the stage...with his eyes hidden by sunglasses, his grin sparkling in the lights.

The fans cheered.

The women orgasmed.

And Trey was completely speechless.

The Amazon of Athletesism, The Creator of Charisma, The Definition of Devastation, The Meaning of Man, The Lover of Ladies...

Sean Studd.

A man who had been missing from the wrestling world since March of 2003, a man who had just been heard from through his famous articles on numerous wrestling forums...and the man who created Team EGO with Trey Vincent had arrived in the World Wrestling Corporation. Sean Studd stood proud upon the stage, his arms held out to the crowd, as he began to strut down the ramp. Studd made it a hobby to stop midway and taunt towards the crowd...but more importantly, flirt with some of the females in attendance. Trey Vincent had no reaction, except shock. This was a man he hadn't seen in a very long time, but a man who he had built an Out of Character war with in news articles across Wrestling Information Sites. Studd began to make his way to the ring, but suddenly he caught an idea...

Studd walked across the apron and scaled the top rope and raised his arms in the air, causing the fans to uproar in cheers. God damn did Studd love that fanfare, that love...he could almost feel the ratings growing. Studd flashed the million dollar smile at the fans once more before switching his view to the man who stood agog in the center of the ring. For the first time, in a long time, the two members of Team EGO (Extremely Gorgeous Outlaws) stared one another in directly in the eye. And for the first time...it wasn't happiness that made them glare...it was hatred. A collision of wrestling's biggest egos in the world. Studd finally leaped off the top rope and into the ring, where he noticed the object in Trey's hands...

The microphone.

The music died down, and the fans looked on...as Sean Studd began to walk his way over to Trey Vincent. Vincent's shocked expression soon went away, as it curled into one of hatred. Vincent stared at Studd hard. Studd stared right back...but than grinned arrogantly. He looked back down at the microphone and smiled widely before quickly snapping his hand to the side and...

*SNATCH*

The microphone was his...insert a HUGE reaction from the crowd...for Trey was now silenced...

Studd looked at the crowd once more, before lifting the microphone to his mouth, 'Did you miss me?!'...the moment those words spilled from Studd's mouth, the New York crowd rose in approval. Studd may have not been the biggest star to shine in the entire wrestling world, but in New York (a place where the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling shined)...Studd...was...god. And the best part of the ordeal was, Sean Studd knew it and loved every moment of it...but suddenly, he looked over at his former tag team partner Trey Vincent. Vincent still had a curled lip, and a puss on his face...angry as all hell that he was now microphone-less. Studd could only laugh and look over at Trey, 'What's the matter Trey? You look like a constipated monkey...well, I guess somethings never change,' he said with arrogance in his voice.

'Trey, I must honestly say that I am completely disappointed in you these days. The moment, and I mean the moment, that Team EGO stopped in its tracks...I just saw your career go lower and lower and lower. First, I see you entering some piss poor federation called IWO...and you sell to...Keith Scott Zimmerman', Studd paused for a moment as he thought and screamed out, 'KEITH SCOTT ZIMMERMAN? You actually put over that Action! ass kisser?! You actually put over a man who couldn't get with a female, even if it was Anna Nicole Smith in her current years?! My god, that was absolutely shocking Trey!' Studd said with a vote of confidence, getting a very good reaction from the crowd.

'And than we see you venture off into Action! Wrestling, where you once again use another entertainers idea to try and make yourself more over with the crowd. The TV Show, wow...okay Roddy Roddy Piper, what happened to your show? Oh that's right, just like Piper...you were FUCKING cancelled, weren't you?' Studd said with a smile across his face, 'And now this...now I see you enter the World Wrestling Corporation. Now, don't get me wrong, I love the place...and I find nothing wrong with it...except you, of course. But ever since you entered this company, what have you done to deem yourself a Main Event superstar Trey? Beat up a couple of old timers? Please, I could go over to the local retirement home, grab one off a wheelchair and pummel him to near death...but that's just not morally correct...now is it?'

'And after your big war with the veterans...you try and predict who Levine could possibly have as the man with the bigger EGO than yours', Studd scratched his head for a moment before continuing, 'And you thought it was Greg Davis? C'mon Trey, we all know that Greg's ego left him the moment he lost the fWo contract and gained the IOW contract...I mean, that's a given for christ's sakes. And you honestly thought Levine was THAT stupid? No, he knows who had the bigger ego than you...and he came to the right place...the Amazon of Athletesism, the Lover of Ladies, the Meaning of Man, the Creator of Charisma and the Definition of Devastation...'

'Sean...Studd, baby'

*SNATCH*

And just as he began...he was cut off...another quick motion of the hand, and the microphone was now in Trey's hands...the first EGO to enter this company.

'So you're supposed to, what? Be the man who can tame Trey Vincent? You have GOT to be kidding me. Sean Studd. Sean fucking Studd. It's great to see you back in the ring here. Really. Glad to see sleeping with all those ring rats hasn't killed you yet.'

Vincent began pacing back and forth.

'It's good to see you could get a job this time, all by yourself. You've really matured. You were sitting alone in obscurity for lord knows how long, living in your parents basement. Then, out of the blue, I get a phone call from some PIW mark, begging to team up with myself.

'And you had, *some*, talent, sure. You could talk. And by the way, it's a great skill to have. But you better understand something. For all the things you claim to have done as part of Team EGO version whatever, I was the man behind EVERYTHING. I was the one who pissed off the entire business. And you clung to me like a little bitch. You may have been on the team, but I was carrying it. You are nothing but an immature, drunk. The only thing YOU were carrying on Team EGO was sexual diseases!'

Roar of disbelief from the crowd, and then boos. They could not believe Vincent was getting so personal, so fast, with a man who, at one time, was his best friend.

*SNATCH*

'Trey, the only thing YOU were doing for Team EGO was holding it down. After all, I was teaming with a man who jobbed to fucking Wippit Guud and had a one month angle with THE JOKER! Before I came into the picture, you were nothing more than a curtain jerker...an opening contest wrestler. No one in the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling, or ANYWHERE for that matter, gave a rats ass what you said. Was Trey Vincent ever talked about on a world known forum, was Trey Vincent ever mentioned in news articles? HELL NO! Trey Vincent wasn't known for ANYTHING besides jobbing to Wippit Guud. In jOlt, what the hell did you do that was so excellent? Job to Jonathan Conspiracy? In fact, the only thing anyone can remember you doing is jobbing to unentertaining piles of trash', Studd roared out at Vincent.

'But the moment I came into the picture, that's when the headlines began. That's when Team EGO became a tag team that no one would ever fucking forget...it was because of the strapping young lad from New York that Team EGO became the biggest thing since sliced bread', the fans roared in approval at Studd as he continued on, 'What accolades do you accomplish at all, Trey? What accolades can you possibly hold yourself to? What? An European title from a federation knows ANYTHING about. OR WAIT...who can forget your biggest accolade of all...BOB World Champion...wow, you really are a great entertainer, aren't you?'

The fans couldn't help but laugh as Vincent began to fume in anger at the mere mention of BOB.

'You talk about Greg Davis representing a shit federation, look at what you represented...Brawlers on Budget...holy shit, were you high on some of them funky cigerettes?!' Studd laughed out, as Vincent attempted to SNATCH the microphone...but due to some quick defense, was unable to.

'It was ME that made you noticed, it was ME that made you a big star. You wouldn't have gotten a job in Action! if it wasn't for me...and you wouldn't have gotten a job here, if it wasn't for me. The only reason any of those federations signed with you, is because they thought SEAN FUCKING STUDD was going to follow you in there and reform the tag team that everyone wanted to see. In Action!, without me, all you became was a lowly interviewer....but now that I've entered World Wrestling Corporation, you're ending their weekly show...don't you feel special?' Studd said with a curled smirk across his face.

'But to answer your question...no Trey, I'm not here to tame you. I'm here to dish out exactly what you've been dishing out. I've heard the complaints from the dudes backstage, about how Trey Vincent is the biggest prick to work with...so who better for you to work with...with the biggest prick of them all?' Studd said with a huge face reaction from the crowd that followed, 'So you can stand there, fuming like a constipated bull....or you can chill out and deal with the cards you've been given. You've been paired up with a man who has more charisma then you, a man who has more knowledge then you, and man who has more talent than you...in and out of the ring...just ask your sister Trey, she'll know what I mean....she out of that wheelchair yet?'

*SNATCH* That…fucking…did it for Trey Vincent...unlike any other superstar, Sean Studd had gotten under the skin of TV.

'It's funny. You're still trying to live off of me. Maybe I've had some mistakes in my life. But I think you've dropping acid. You say anything you want about my past, you're just showing what an ignorant fuck you are.

'You want to talk shit about my family? This from a guy who could only date chicks in burn units who couldn't object? This from a guy who was so fucking desperate for any kind of ass, he wanted to become a Catholic priest?

'And you're boring all the TV viewers with your long-winded, boring talk. You are a nothing. Trey Vincent is a movie star. Trey Vincent is friends with Bill Clinton. Sean Studd is a leech. He is a mouth. He's got absoultely, ZERO to offer other. You want to be controversial? You want to shock my viewers? How about showing some FUCKING TALENT!

'I may be hated. But at least I'm respected. You are just hated. Nobody wants anything to do with you. And yeah, you may very well be the biggest prick that I know, but if you want to keep talking shit, you'll be the one in the fucking wheelchair. You'll be back in your fucking parents basement, paralyzed, wishing God would take your pathetic life. But he won't. Because he can't be bothered to end the misery of a man whose whole life is based on talking shit, getting drunk and finding new ways to hide his syphilis. PIW, XW. And now here. You're living off of me. You've done NOTHING on your own. I may have some losses, but at least I have had the balls to go into the ring and fight like a man.'

*SNATCH*

'Well, I'm glad you brought that up Trey', Studd said with a sly smirk across his face, 'Because the other reason I am here...is not just to talk, but to fight. You see Trey, I love to talk more than anyone else...but I'll feel terrible if I make you cry right here and now...so I'll just get to the point you overrated, insignifcant, blind and senil piece of shit called an entertainer', the long list of insults came quick, but the fans jumped to their feet in approval, 'You can talk all you want about how I'm suddenly using YOUR overness to get myself over...but that's just another old man blaming a young man for his good looks, charm and skill...and to prove that...I'll do something on my own...and that is kick your overrated ass'

'You see, I didn't just come here to make you deal with me backstage...come to the WWC's first Pay Per View, Road To Gold...', here came the hype, 'It's going to be the Studdly One and the reject from Action! going one on one. And I guess, we'll just have to wait until than...won't we?' Studd said as he began to walk out of the ring. But just as he reached the ropes...he stopped...,'On second thought...since you seem to think you have some skill left in that body of yours...why don't you prove to me, and the entire television world,' Studd suddenly stepped forward, going face to face with Trey Vincent.

'By throwing the first fucking punch'

'C'mon Trey! Smell the ratings, the war has just begun...and Trey gets the first shot...c'mon big man, throw the first punch. See if you can knock me down', Studd said harshly into the microphone, 'But I'm warning you, you better kill me with that punch...because if I'm still breathing...I'll still be aiming to kick your ass'

Vincent took a couple of steps backward, taking a look around at the crowd, which was eager to see Vincent try for the punch and start a fight. They wanted some violence. And that's when Vincent realized something.

He didn't give a shit about Studd.

Vincent climbed between the ropes and looked at Studd. For all Vincent's big talk, he wasn't backing up any of it. He was walking away from Studd. And he didn't look happy about this at all.

Vincent KNEW Studd had won the opening shot in this war. He didn't care. Wars weren't won on the first day. He stared back at his foe, not a hint of a cocky smile on his face.

The fans got on him, with a 'You're a pussy' clapping chant. Studd was left alone in the ring and watched in disgust as Vincent retreated.

'That's right Trey, go and walk away...knowing full well whose the bitch in this equation,' Studd said as Vincent continued to walk up the ramp, not even passing a glance at any of the crowd, 'You're mouth is exactly like a runny ass Trey, all that spews out of that gaping hole is SHIT'

Trey continued walking, but Studd wanted a reaction.

'Wait a second, Trey', Studd said compassionately, 'Please bro, just wait one second, I need to get something off my chest, I'm completely serious here bro'

The speech finally caught Trey's attention, as he stopped at the top of the ramp, his face still looking towards the curtains. Studd looked a bit hurt by the verbal bashings that transpired between the former best friends, and the former drinking buddies. Studd looked down at the floor and spoke into the microphone, as if regretting what he had just done, 'Listen bro, we've been through a lot. We've gotten through all the bullshit backstage in every federation, and we managed to still fight through and find jobs. We've made a lot of enemies together, and we've made a lot of mayhem together...we've been through a lot. Hell, we've formed the greatest tag team known to man kind...didn't we?'

That brought a smile to Trey's face somewhat.

'So Trey, I just wanted to say...

I'm sorry'

Trey smiled widely, for he had won the first battle in the war. Trey had actually gotten an apology from the young ward that he brought into the wrestling business. Trey's smile widened, as much as his ego grew. Trey turned around, holding his arms out and looking to mock the pitiful Studd...until he saw exactly what Studd was doing in the ring. Studd stood dead center in the ring, with his hand held out in front of him...and middle finger sticking to the sky...facing at Trey. Trey's eyes widened in anger, as Studd finally got the last word...

'Sorry…that I didn't tell you to fuck off sooner!'

Studd threw the microphone down and stared directly at Trey, as Trey began to yell out insults towards his former tag team partner. 'Paradise City' returned to the audio system, as Trey Vincent and Sean Studd went into another dead stare with one another. Neither man moved, as Studd's middle finger remained directing at Trey Vincent. The two members of Team EGO were at each other's throats...kayfabe was broken, and the backstage war was brought to the attention of the millions in attendance. Trey was fuming. Sean was fuming. And at Road to Gold, the EGOs would clash...harder than any others have before...

Let the hype begin.

NEXT CHAPTER: An EGOmaniac Reunion >>

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