An EGOmaniac Reunion

Menace 4
Dec. 1, 2003
Starring: Trey Vincent and Sean Studd
Writer: Paul Levine

Warren Wilkerson was new to the announcing team in the World Wrestling Corporation, and upon his on screen debut he would be given a great task. When he entered the Glen Falls Civic Center earlier this morning, he had no idea that upon his first interview that he would be asking the questions to one of the biggest egos in wrestling’s history. Warren Wilkerson was a bit nervous, and it showed, as he began to walk down the corridor of the Glen Falls Civic Center. The looked up and down the locker room doors, and began to mourn over the one locker room door that he had to stop at. The door read…

”Trey Vincent”

Warren Wilkerson timidly knocked on the door and awaited the answer. But none came. Warren tried once again, but once again, no answer came forth. Wilkerson began to get a bit frustrated, as his television debut was going all wrong. Wilkerson finally knocked a third time, but when no answer came…Wilkerson angrily grasped the door knob and opened it. Wilkerson’s eyes went wide upon opening only a crack of the door…seeing what was inside…but suddenly…

SLAM!

The door quickly shut, as Trey Vincent stood before Warren Wilkerson. It seemed Trey was not in the locker room at all, and seemed quite appalled that Wilkerson would just enter his locker room. Trey Vincent squint his eyes and looked up and down at Wilkerson, cocking an eyebrow up at the newcomer.

”Can I help you?” asked Trey Vincent, who was very insulted by this mediocre interviewer.

”Yes, Mr. Vincent, I am Warren Wilkerson of the World Wrestling Corporation’s Announce Team, and I’d like to get a word with you about what has happened recently,” began a very nervous Warren Wilkerson, who tried to pull his hand away from the door knob…only to have TV tighten his grip on Wilkerson’s hand, becoming very annoyed at the newbie.

”Last week,” started Wilkerson, “The world was shocked to see that the EGO that Levine was referring to…two weeks ago…was none other than your former partner in crime back in the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling…Sean Studd. But yet, you attacked another EGO before the appearance…in the form of Greg Davis. Now Trey, I have to ask you…after attacking Davis, and finding out that it was STUDD who was the ego being brought in…how do you feel? What are your thoughts?”

Trey Vincent slowly lowered his sunglasses a bit and looked over at Wilkerson once more, “Have you gone MAD?!” he grunted out, “First of all, The Franchise Wrestler of the WWC…the only Main Event that matters…comes back from the refreshments table and sees…you. But not only is Trey Vincent insulted by the mere fact that you would think you are important enough to talk to me…but also because you DARED to open TV’s locker room…without an invitation”

Warren went to explain, but his mouth was immediately covered by Trey Vincent’s hand.

”Let me tell you something Wilkerson. The only people that enter Trey Vincent’s locker room are people who have two out of two things. One…big bountiful breasts. Two…are females. And Wilkerson, I hate to tell you that…,” Trey Vincent looked over the overweight Wilkerson once more and grunted out, “One out of two just don’t cut it with me. Now if you could be so kind as to remove yourself from my sight, I would greatly appreciate that”

TV slowly moved his hand away from Wilkerson’s mouth and released the reporters hand, before waiting for the man to leave his area. Wilkerson looked over at Trey and pointed to the locker room before attempting to tell Trey something pertaining to his locker room…something he had seen when he had opened the door. Trey simply held a hand up to Wilkerson’s face and beckoned for silence.

”What did Trey Vincent just tell you?” Vincent asked.

”But Trey…you should know…”

”HEY! HEY! Don’t ever talk above TV, you got that? When Trey Vincent asks you a question, you damn well better answer the question like a good little bitch,” Vincent shouted out, “Now…what did Trey Vincent just tell you to do?”

Wilkerson sighed, “To leave”

”Than what should you do?”

”But…Trey…”

”GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!” Trey shouted out, scaring the holy hell out of Warren Wilkerson…who fell to the floor in shock. Trey finished raised his hand in the air, as if he was going to strike…causing Wilkerson to scurry off away from Trey Vincent. Vincent simply fixed his collar and pulled the sunglasses back to the bridge of his nose before opening his locker room door…but before he closed it, he just had to get the last word on Wilkerson.

”Trey Vincent cannot be bothered with lowly piles of human waste such as yourself,” Vincent spoke as he continued to enter his locker room, only to turn around to shout once more, “And if the WWC wants to interview Trey Vincent, tell them to hire one of those Pamela Paulshock looking bitches to interview Trey Vincent. Because the Franchise Wrestler answers no questions for any other type of interviewer…especially some three hundred pound Kevin Kelly looking mother fucker”

He continued to walk in, but just had to continue talking. Don’t you know by now? Trey’s favorite thing to listen to…was himself.

”You see what these morons have done now? Now my throat is parched. It’s a good damn thing for YOU that Trey Vincent stopped by the local 7-11 to pick up a couple of twelve packs of Buds! Because of TV lacked the needed alcoholic supplements, your ass…Levine’s ass…and preferably Lauren Host’s ass…would be FUCKED”, Vincent shouted before slamming the door of his locker room shut.

”Now, there’s my baby,” he said as he spread his arms out before him…towards the miniature fridge placed against the wall of his locker room. Trey Vincent smiled ear to ear, as he inched his way forward to the object that incased his alcoholic beverages. He could already taste the cold liquid traveling down his throat and caressing his stomach, as well as his mind. Vincent slowly opened his refrigerator and smiled widely as he went to reach in…but when he did…nothing was inside to grab.

Vincent’s eyes widened and his face went to one of shock and anger. He began to nervously run his hands up and down the inside of the refrigerator, looking for at least one cold bottled beverage…but sadly, there was none. Vincent could only react one way, and one way only.

”WHAT THE FUCK!?!”

By shouting out loud and expressing his anger. But as he looked blankly at the wall, he suddenly saw a shadow hover over him. The fans immediately went into a pop, as TV’s eyes widened in anger. He swiftly turned around and before he knew it he was face to face with the culprit…face to face with his number one enemy…but most importantly, face to face with the man who held his six pack of Budweiser in his grasp…

Sean Studd.

”Hey Trey, how’s it going?” Studd said with an arrogant smile crossed over his face.

Trey Vincent was at a loss for words, as he looked over at Studd as he dangled the twelve pack of Budweiser in front of him. Trey Vincent looked over at Studd, than at the beer, than at Studd and finally got the words to speak, “What…the…FUCK…are you doing in MY locker room?”

Studd slowly ran his free hand over his forehead, “Trey, didn’t you listen to a word I said last week? I’m not just here to challenge you at Road to Gold…I’m here to make your locker room situation filled with much more of Sean Studd…to give you the attitude that you have been giving to everyone else. So thus, I came to the conclusion that you wouldn’t really mind me entering this locker room and making it a little more alive”

”More alive?” asked an appalled TV, “If anything, this place will be more dead with you in it. I mean, what can you entertain...what reaction can YOU get from anyone? And no, I’m not talking about when you pull your pants down and make the females laugh,” TV said with a sly grin.

“But other than that, what can you possibly think in entering the locker room of the Franchise Wrestler, huh? What can be going through your mind to even pass the thought that you would be welcomed in Trey Vincent’s locker room?” Trey asked as Studd began to space out, and begin to lose interest, “And the MOST IMPORTANT question…what the FUCK do you think you are doing with MY stash of alcohol? What, you’re not old enough to get your own…want some of mine? Than that’ll be forty bucks!” Trey said as he slapped his open palm.

”AWWW SHAAAAADDDAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!!”

Studd had yelled out right into Trey’s face, causing the fans to uproar in cheers, “Look at you Trey, all beet red with your eyes squinted and your face pursed like you just sucked a lemon. For Christ sakes Trey, I didn’t come here for an argument…I came here to bring the calm before the storm,” Trey looked on in confusion as Studd continued, “Listen, just because you and I are facing at Road to Gold, doesn’t mean we can’t share a little friendly competition. I was thinking along the lines of an old fashioned drinking contest”

Trey grinned ear to ear, “So, you wish to challenge TV?”

“Well, yes…,” Studd said as he looked at the Budweiser, “But not with this pussy beer”

And suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Studd had launched the twelve pack into the wall and smashed the entire package into a dripping wet mess on the floor. Trey Vincent’s widened in rage, as he looked over at his crushed prize. Studd soon reached off camera and pulled out a new twelve pack…a twelve pack of Coronas. But TV’s eyes were on his crushed prize.

”That shit cost me…”

”Shaddap Trey. Look at yourself, this place has changed you, man. You used to be a hardcore macho man drinker, now I see you drinking AMERICAN beer? I mean, don’t get me wrong, America is a great place to live…but they should’ve never attempted to make alcohol…not their thing,” Studd said, “After all, beer made in America is made for queers and women…and you don’t look like a woman to me, Trey”

The fans couldn’t help but laugh, as Trey just curled his lip at Studd, “So, I say we begin this drinking contest, don’t you?”

Studd reached off screen and pulled out two of the Coronas from the twelve pack and passed one over to Trey. Trey quickly snatched the beer from his grasp, “You’re a funny kid, Sean, a really funny kid. But no one can beat the all powerful Trey Vincent, the alcohol sponge, in a drinking contest. Even in the PIW, I beat your ass in this…and I’ll do it again. And when I win…you’re buying me a new twelve pack”

Studd shrugged and raised his bottle to Trey, “Well, let’s get started…cheers?”

Trey thought for a moment, “Yeah…cheers”

But just as Trey lifted his bottle for the cheers, Studd hadn’t tapped the bottle’s together…he pushed the bottles together. This had caused the first 25% of Trey’s Corona to escape its glass packaging and spill all over Trey’s face and chest. Studd began to drink, as Trey remained in the same position…frozen by a mixture of rage and shock. Studd looked over confusedly and mentioned…

”Hey Trey…don’t spill, man…that’s alcohol abuse”

Let the games…begin.

NEXT CHAPTER: Drunken Feckers >>

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