Sister Sucker

Menace 6
Dec. 15, 2003
Starring: Trey Vincent and Sean Studd
Writer: Paul L.

Smoke filled the stage, as a glow of blue lights began to caress the arena ever so gently. The music began to blare across the arena, and the fans soon responded with jeers. For everyone recognized the theme song of 'All Hail the New Blood' by Strapping Young Lads. No other wrestler in the World Wrestling Corporation had used said music, except for one man. This man was considered a cancer, a plague upon all that was good in wrestling. He was a man who didn't believe in wrestling, but was an advocate of sports entertainment. He loved to hear the crowds jeer him, he loved to piss people off; he was a character to the extreme, and this character just so happened to be making his appearance to the crowd attending at the Pepsi Arena.

Trey Vincent, your sports entertainment ICON~!

TV, flashing his one hundred million dollar smile, came strutting down the ramp and to the ring. His cocky swagger was easily noticable. He was full of smiles upon this day, and why wouldn't he? Because the man he loathed, the man he wished to annihilate and exonerate from the wrestl--- ahem, sports entertainment world was not here! Trey Vincent grinned ear to ear as he circled the ring and began to taunt a few of the fans at ringside. Firstly, Trey looked over a small child with a large pepsi in his hand...and *SNATCH* went the pepsi into Trey's hand. Trey smiled and guzzled the soft drink down before throwing the cup to the ground.

Than he caught glimpse of a rather overweight man in the first row, and yanked out a pack of 'Stacker 2: World's Strongest Fat Burner' from his denim pocket and lobbed it to the fan, stating, 'I saw you when I entered the arena...I felt it was my duty to get you this'

And lastly, Trey found a very attractive brunette female in the front row and soon delivered a set of objects to her. #1) A note, with TV's phone number, and #2) A pair of hotel keys. 'Ditch your man, and let me show you what a REAL man can do', he said with a wink before entering the ring.

The music died down, as did the light show. As the crowd remained jeering at Trey Vincent, as he held his arms out wide and smiled as wide as he could. Of course, Trey always had a microphone in his back pocket and soon pulled it out and raised it to his mouth.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to thank you for such a warm welcome,' he began, 'I mean, we're in New York...right? I didn't get shot, I didn't get thrown in a racial warfare, and I didn't get stabbed...so that must be the warmest reception anyone has ever gotten!'

The fans responded with disapproval, many of the New York fans simply cussing out at Trey Vincent.

'You see, not even your inane and uneducated response can get the Sports Entertainment Icon down, and you know why? Because tonight, your beloved Sean Studd is NOT HERE,' Vincent said with a great deal of enthusiasm, 'That's right folks, the man who promised to entertain you week in and week out has, once again, broke his promise to the crowd that loves him. And seeing as how he is gone, I guess Trey Vincent is placed with the burden of entertaining a bunch of no class gang raping plebians'

Trey Vincent was all smiles tonight, not even the jeers from the crowd could get to him, no one could get to him. Hell, even if Jessica Alba stood in front of him stark naked...she couldn't even get to him.

...

Who am I kidding?

'But ladies and gentlemen, do you know WHY Sean Studd isn't here? Do you know why your sports entertainment pseudo-savior isn't here? Because he's...scared. HEY! You would be too. I mean look at his opposition,' Vincent said as he ran his hands down his bare chest, 'If you had the face such a man, you would cower in fear just like him. So TV doesn't blame Studd for his cowardace...it's quite natural. Every man fears Trey Vincent, and so does every woman...I always get this terrified look from them after I whip it out'

The fans couldn't help but chuckle.

'But hey, it's okay Studd. You can be a pussy. It's normal when facing such an adversary like Trey Vincent. Wippit Guud cowered away, Joey Malone cowered away, and every other opponent of TV's has cowered away; so you are not breaking the norm here. But I really expected more out of you, Sean. After all I taught you back in the PIW, after all the things we did as a team...I really thought that SOME of Trey Vincent would have rubbed off on you...but alas, Trey Vincent was wrong,' TV said as he hung his head in shame.

'I really overrated you worse than Triple H, didn't I Studd? TV really, truly felt that after teaming with such an Icon, that you would have somehow caught a bit of Trey Vincent's beautiful traits of entertainment...but you disappointed me. You have blemished the good name of Team EGO, but being a PUSSY,' Trey said with an arrogant roar.

'The REAL Sports Entertainment Icon is here, Sean. TV come here every week to entertain these people, and TV comes here every week to show you up...but now it seems that you had to take a week off to absorb the verbal blows I dished out. You need a week off to cry your little eyes out and mentally prepare yourself for another verbal whooping. The funniest thing is, Trey Vincent believes that you really didn't know what you got yourself into when you came to the WWC. You should've done what you did in Action! Wrestling and got the FUCK OUT before you got hit with THE Most entertaining Fist Drop in the world,' TV said as he raised his fist and planted a kiss upon it.

'You should've done what you've been doing for the past year and simply stayed away from the entertainment. You have as much charisma as Lance Knight, and as much skill in the ring as Sylo. You're like a combination of Chris Beniot and Big Show...you have NOTHING the wrestling world wants. Wow, you beat Rivan....who the FUCK is Rivan?' Trey Vincent stated loudly, 'He sounds like some fifth rate Raven rip-off, with a mad addiction to pot. And you feel that you should've headlined events before this? What moves did you do? How did YOU entertain the crowd?'

'You have NO idea how angry I was with the WWC for allowing YOU to headline an event. Baby, you beat an indy wrestler...while I was beating a guy whose been around the big time. Granted, Minio is probably the most overrated pile of human feces in the world...but at least he's known to the world...which gets ME over. You? You're beat ring rats,' Vincent said with a chuckle, 'And now, that you finally realized your worth to this company...you're gone...you took the week off, and I wouldn't be surprised if you took another year off to wash the stench of defeat from your body'

'HEY!' Trey Vincent shouted with a snap of his fingers, 'The Icon has come with a plan for you. Why don't you do everyone a favor...huh? Why don't you do yourself a favor...do me a favor...do Big Daddy Studd a favor...do Sexy Little Momma Studd a favor...do the WORLD a favor? And LEAVE'

'No one wants you around anymore. You're an overrated indy wrestler, and you know it. You're up against the biggest star today, and with the World Title on the line, you're more screwed the anyone in this company. Because not only does Trey Vincent have the pleasure of whooping your ass from pillar to post...but he also gets a golden prize after its all over!'

'In fact, you could say that TREY VINCENT'S Road to Gold...is SEAN STUDD's Road to An Early Retirement'

“WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH~!!!”

The voice that interjected quickly got the crowd to rise up in cheers. The WWC-Tron came alive, and Trey Vincent slowly peeked over at it through the corner of his eyes. TV grinned arrogantly, as the video feed of Sean Studd appeared before the crowd. Studd didn’t seem to be in a studio, but rather he was in a rather luxurious looking scene, surrounded by a very beautiful household. Studd stood within one of the decorated hallways (decorated with provocative pictures of famous pornographic stars, as well as a few indy title belts). Studd looked a bit confused at Trey Vincent, but before he could continue speaking…Trey Vincent butted in…

“Well, I thought I smelled rancid vagina around here…but it seems to be the stench of nothing more than a cowardly pseudo-stud. How the hell are ya, Sean?” arrogantly shouted Trey Vincent, as he watched the video feed.

”Well, I was doing quite fine, Trey. I was here at my home, doing the MTV Cribs bit to give WWC a little publicity, feeling like I was doing something right, when suddenly I hear from one of the MTV stooges that good old Trey Vincent seems to be running his mouth,” Studd said. He suddenly looked off camera and shouted out, “Thanks Carson…hey, moron, I said CORONA…not fucking Budweiser. What do I look like to you? Fred Durst? Listen, maybe little limp wrist syndrome suffering twats like Trey Vincent drink that shit, but heavyweight drinkers like myself drink the good stuff…so get your ass over to 7-11 and pick that up…or I swear you will never work in this town again”

The crowd giggled, but finally went into an uproar of laughter as the camera peered off screen to see…CARSON DAILY on the scene. He only timidly nodded at Sean Studd and scurried off as he said, “Ok, No problem…I’m on it”

”And don’t talk! You drop the ratings enough on TRL…I don’t need your Mr. Roboto Charisma ruining my segment. And make sure to get a TWELVE pack this time, not a fucking six pack….stupid twat,” Studd said as he shouted out to a retreating Carson. The fans blew up in laughter, as Studd cocked an eyebrow up at the camera.

”As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by terrible service; Trey Vincent, I listened to your gaping anus talk…yes I said gaping anus, because the only thing that escapes that orifice on your face is SHIT,” Studd said to a loud reaction from the crowd, “But I listened long and hard…and I still cannot get the logic behind what you’re saying. You’re saying that I’M a pussy for not showing up? Trey, if anything you should be savoring the time you have alone…because if anything, you are free for the week…free of embarrassment, and free of shame…”

”Blah blah blah,” Trey interjected, “Shut your fucking mouth, Studd. How dare you rear your little head on this show…what are you, The Rock or something? You have to take alittle time from your busy schedule to make a video appearance? Don’t deny it Sean, you know that you could’ve scheduled that CRIBS meeting at any day…but you choose MONDAY…funny, isn’t it?”

”Blah blah blah, yourself, Trey. The only reason I took Monday, was because I had a very important client waiting for me at my household. I had a meeting, so to speak, with this client and I couldn’t cancel…I promised her,” Studd said with an upmost sympathetic voice, “I mean, you should know of all people that keeping a client waiting is the worst thing to do…don’t look at me like you’re pondering what I say….we all know you got alittle freaky deaky with Jamal Wilson since I was away”

The fans giggled, as Trey Vincent rolled his eyes.

”Nice attempt at an insult; it’s like being insulted my Lance Knight…you can only sigh and hang your head in shame…because you just feel embarrassed for him.”

”Don’t give me that shit, you had an appointment. The only appoint you had was with a ultra deluxe tampon. What? Is it that time of month? Was that your appointment? With your pussy dripping blood, you couldn’t take the time off to face me? Aww, poor baby”

Studd, shaking his head in disbelief, continued on, “Trey, I had an appointment…let’s keep it at that before you embarrass yourself for a third consecutive week in a row. I was here…giving a tour of my luxurious complex, doing something right…and you decided to run your mouth”

He began to walk down his corridor.

”Showing off my lovely photographs…some of them personally taken,” he stated as he passed some very provocative photographs of such stars; Kobe Tai, Jenna Jameson, Pamela Anderson, and a very revealing a photo of Britney Spears…that seems to be HAND TAKEN. He immediately blocks the photo and states, “Shit, better not show you that one…I might get the Fred Durst treatment from that hick bitch”

The crowd roared in laughter, as Studd continued down his corridor and passed his very beautiful china set, “Showing them the items in my house…”

And than he stopped at a door, a very large wooden door with a shiny polish to it, “And ending it with the tour of my bedroom, a place that remains a sanctuary for many females who’ve been having a tough time…,” Studd thought for a moment, listening to the female crowds cheer in his earphones. Trey only looked at his watch, counting the minutes before he would interrupt Studd again.

”Well, seeing as how we have a lot of free time, maybe I’ll show you a glimpse here,” Studd said as he opened his door to the darkened room. He quickly turned on the light and smiled widely…but went into a state of shock as a bare naked female stood looking at a mirror and putting her make-up on. She quickly covered up, turning around to face the camera…as she wrapped a towel around her naked body.

The fans laughed it up, Studd looked surprised (well, it was a pseudo-surprise)…and the camera than focused on Trey Vincent. Trey’s mouth fell to the ground, his eyes bulged from his skull, and he dropped his sacred microphone. Studd looked on in shock at the female, as she timidly waved at the camera.

”Oh my god, I’m sorry baby,” Studd said as he reached over and planted a soft kiss upon her cheek, sitting her down beside him on the large king-sized bed (decorated in silky red covers), “Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Janet…my client whose appointment I had to keep…”

The camera again focused to the speechless Trey, what was wrong with him?

”Say hello, Janet,” Studd said, as Janet waved to the crowd, “Ladies and Gentlemen…this is my most recent client…Janet…Janet Vincent”

WHAT THE FUCK?!!?!

The fans let out an “OH SHIT” as the camera again focused on Trey Vincent’s expression of pure shock. He was traumatized at the sight.

”Trey, you’ve met Janet, haven’t you? I mean, you’ve known each other since you were children. C’mon Trey, give a big hello to your baby sister!”

It was true, the female who said naked beside Studd was none other than Trey Vincent. TV, who was completely distraught, reached down to grab his microphone, and behind a stuttering voice, asked, “What…the…FUCK…are…you…doing…with…HIM?”

Janet only replied with a soft kiss on the side of Studd’s lips and whispered, “Well, I had an appointment I just had to keep”

The crowd was now in as much shock as TV, as Studd smiled, “So, now you know. The reason I wasn’t at tonight’s show…wasn’t because I was afraid of Trey Vincent…but because I was doing JANET Vincent properly, the way no man could ever do. I was taking your eighteen year old sister out for the time of her life…”

”Umm…Sean,” Janet interjected, “I’m not eighteen…I’m sixte…”

”You…are…eighteen,” Studd said in a low murmur, “We discussed this before…so shhhh”

”AHEM~!”

The crowd roared in laughter, as Trey remained speechless…

”So Trey, to make it up to you…I promise to be there next week to go face to face with my new best friend. But don’t worry, Trey, you won’t be an uncle…at least I hope not”

”I thought it ripped?” asked Janet.

”We’ll found out in a week, won’t we?” Studd said with a large grin across his face, “So, Trey, until we meet next week…I wish you a good night, and I hope you understand why I couldn’t be there”

And just as the scene was about to fade out, the voice of Janet whispered to Studd…

”I’m horny again”

CUT.

The fans roared in laughter, as a low chant of “YOU GOT FUCKED” began to roar over the crowd. Trey Vincent only rolled out of the ring, his blood now beginning to boil to a heating point…his eyes now began circles of red as he roared out in rage, “YOU MOTHER FUCKER!~!!!!!”

Well…sister sucker…to be exact, get it right Trey.

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