A New EGO Added
Menace 7
Dec. 22, 2003
Starring: Paul Levine, Sean Studd, Trey Vincent, and One More EGO
Writer: Paul L and Hollan Davis
 After some promotional videos for Road to Gold, Menace came back to its live feed. And standing in the ring, was the following: Sean Studd on the right side with a crew of security cornering him, Trey Vincent on the left side with a crew of security cornering him, and Paul Levine dead center in the ring. Levine wasn’t happy at all about his more than exciting night. Firstly, he had to deal with Starr’s ego about tonight and was even invited to see the Main Event at ringside…and now he had to deal with these two large egos. Paul Levine didn’t seem happy at all as he raised the microphone to his mouth and spoke.
”In my entire time of being in the wrestling business, I never thought I have would have to deal with the amount of bullshit I’ve been slowly dealing with in my very own federation,” Levine said angrily, as he scoffed at both competitors in the ring, “First, I have to release guys like Kory Storm, and Chris Mezz. Than, I have to release pot heads like Rivan, and finally…I have to deal with the antics backstage between two insignificant egos such as yourselves!”
”You know, guys, I’m usually very fine with the way you’ve been handling yourselves on television. You two make an entertaining pair when you are at each other’s throats,” Levine said matter-of-factly, as the fans agreed with cheers. TV and Studd didn’t seem all that happy, and just stared dead into each other’s eyes, “Trey Vincent, I brought you in to be a locker room leader, damn it! I brought you in to lead this federation into a new era…and what do you do backstage?”
”You grew an ego, one you couldn’t control and one that you had to infect into each of my roster members’ lives!” Levine said as he starred directly over the security team and into Trey’s eyes. Trey only responded with a cocky grin.
”And YOU surprised the hell out of me, Studd,” Levine said, “I brought you in to take care of this virus, but adding you to the complication just made the matters worse. But when the cameras are off, you are JUST as bad as he is. And than tonight, was ENOUGH. I place you two into a main event caliber card, and you run off to fight backstage…and actually KNOCK OUT MY OFFICIALS!”
”The moment you placed a hand on my officials…was the moment I got the complaints from the officials”
”I hope you BOTH know that now…no official in this company wants to officiate your contest,” Levine said as he starred at the faces of both members of the former alliance Team EGO, “You know what that means?”
”No world title shot for you!” Levine said as he pointed to TV.
”And no world title shot for you!” Levine said as he pointed to Studd.
The fans roared in shock, some cheering and some jeering. But the reactions that made the most important impact were those of Studd and Vincent. Both men began roaring at each other and Levine, the word “Bullshit” was flagrantly used within these roars of displeasure. But Levine raised his hand up and silenced both men, “Shut up, both of you! That WOULD be the case…if you didn’t have ME as your boss”
”You see…I’m not going to throw this heated battle away…but again, I can’t hold a match with an official. So what I did was give a call to a certain superstar that was more than happy to jump at the opportunity of officiating this contest at Road to Gold…”
The fans cheered in suspense, as some began to yell out their names of who it could be.
”You see guys, I could’ve had a wide variety of stars to come in to WWC for one event and officiate this contest…”
”LLB”
Crowd pop.
”Joey Malone”
Louder crowd pop.
”Hell…even KroW, if I really wanted…”
Largest crowd pop.
”But those men know NOTHING about you or how you can act in the ring,” Levine said as he gave a pleased look at both his competitors, “I have decided to give this man a chance to bring himself back to the WWC…hell, possibly full time. This man isn’t only a man who felt the wrath of Trey Vincent…”
Trey Vincent cocked an eyebrow up in confusion.
”But also a man who has teamed up with BOTH of you at one point,” Levine said matter-of-factly, “This man has a past with both of you, mostly Sean”
Sean, as Trey did, looked on in confusion.
”So, ladies and gentlemen…being brought to via satellite…HERE, is your special guest referee for WWC’s Road to Gold Main Event…”
Everyone’s eyes went to the WWCTron. The fans immediately blew up in cheers, as the former members of Team EGO went wide eyed. Studd with a large smile over his face, while Vincent’s face literally dropped to the mat. It was a man who made his presence felt in the WWC a month ago upon the third show of Menace. It was a man who ran side with Sean Studd in Ring Rage Wrestling. And it was a man who teamed with both men during their short tenure in XWF…
Greg Davis, victim to a savage beating by the hands of Trey Vincent, appeared on the screen. He was wearing just a bath towel around his waist as he sat down in a pink leather chair. Suddenly, the Adult Industry’s biggest star walked into the scene, Jenna Jameson. She bent over to hand Greg a cup of coffee. Greg nodded, and she walked off, but not before winking at the camera.
“Like it would be anybody else? First off, I’m the only person who could handle you both at the same time. And B, those nit-wit referees wouldn’t call it like I will.” Davis said as he sipped his coffee.
“So here I am, in the middle of a five porn-star gang bang, and Paul ‘I Need a Referee Cause I hired Pussies’ Levine calls me. So yeah, he asked me to do it. Probably because you two can’t boost sales enough to get him out of debt from XXXteens.com, but I won’t complain”, Davis drank again. This time, a naked woman walked through the scene, and Greg smirked.
“Hey, Vincent, was that your sister? I can’t remember. All I know is, you thought you were so smart by attacking me a month or so ago, didn’t ya? Yeah, see how far that got ya? Nowhere. Look at you, you’re a disgrace. The epitome of garbage in the wrestling industry..hell, in the ENTERTAINMENT industry,” Davis said with a wide grin, as Trey Vincent began yelling out insults towards Davis, which Davis completely ignored, “You’d be lucky to pull a win in that god forsaken company called Brawlers on Budget, or whatever the fuck it’s called. So don’t think that I’m going to give you a chair to blast my old pal, Sean Studd, over the head”, Greg’s face lit up.
“Sean! Sean, buddy! How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever and a half!”
The scene cut to Sean Studd, waving his arms up and grinning to the crowd. He pointed to himself, arrogantly towards Vincent.
“Hey Sean”, Studd looked at the screen. It went back to Davis, who had lost his smile.
“Shut up!”
Studd’s face quickly changed, as he quirked an eyebrow up at Davis and looked very confused at his former Tag Team partner of wrestling’s past.
”And for Pete’s sake, quit grinning like you’re one of Jerry Kids”, the scene of Studd, shocked, was shown. Then back to Davis, “Last I recall, you’re the one who left Team EGO, original flavor, after Ring Rage shut down. You went over to PIW, and didn’t even have the brains to call me. Yeah, we could have owned that place. You seemed to have forgotten who made you spot-light material”, Greg points to himself as he looks off camera, then back.
“Instead, off you went. You only think about yourself, and don’t think that THE mother fuckin’ EGO”, Greg pointed to himself as he looked off camera again, then came back, “Has forgot about that, Seany Boy. You can put yourself in the shit closet with Trey, too”, Greg glared intensely.
“So to be honest, this is going to be strange. I’m going to call this one right down the middle. No cheap tricks, no conspiracies. Frankly, neither of you are on the ORIGINAL Ego’s ‘Buddy List’. You two wrestle, while I look good, and earn WWC a little money in the process. With that said, Mr. Levine, you can expect the most straight forward Title match you’ve ever witnessed. That is unless one of those two cock monkeys turns on me. If that happens, you can expect a big hospital bill. But, I’ve got to go back to having sex with hot girls with BIG. FUCKING. TITS. Yum”, Greg gave a thumbs up and an arrogant grin as he stared off camera for a second. “Yeah, I figured you were talking to me”
He stood up, and turned around. “This is a present to you, Trey. And Sean”
He dropped his towel, and his ass was the last thing seen on the screen.
So it was set…EGO vs. EGO now had an EGO driven official.
I smell something…Let go my EGO.
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