The Final Fuckover

Road To Gold
Jan. 4, 2004
Starring: Sean Studd
Writer: Paul

Arrogant Grin.

Orange Tinted Sunglasses.

And the face of everyone's favorite EGO.

Cue the traditional super face pop.

The cameras opened up to none other than one of the challenger's of tonight's WWC World Title Bout, that was just about to happen in a few short moments. Dressed in his traditional wrestling attire, decorated with an open red silk vest, Studd seemed ready as ever to compete in the main event. Standing beside him was none other than WWC's newest addition to the WWC announcing team...Lizzy Rack.

Lizzy Rack, a beautiful blonde bombshell with excellent physical attributes, stood nervously beside the challenger of the World Title and looked into the camera. Her beautiful green eyes stared into the lens, and in turn she raised the microphone to her mouth.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Lizzy Rack, the newest addition to the WWC Announce Team...and I am standing with one of the challengers for the WWC World Title, Sean Studd,' Lizzy said as he motioned towards Studd, who just stared at the floor as he hopped on both legs, warming up his muscles.

'Now the history between the two competitors in this contest is immense. Sean Studd was actually the teammate of Trey Vincent in the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling, and was quickly considered the most controversial team to ever step foot in a wrestling ring. But ever since the PIW became defunct, so did the friendship. Sean, as you stand here, just a few moments away from your bout with Trey, what is going through your mind?'

The inquistive, yet sultry, nature of Lizzy Rack, quickly caught the attention of Studd. Studd's hopping motion slowly began to fade, as his eyes surveyed the female beside him. His eyes looked deep into her eyes...but soon traveled down to the very large crevous known as Lizzy's cleavage.

He looked at her eyes once more, than back at her chest. His stare lasted a few moments, as the fans only laughed and cheered in reaction.

'DAMN!'

Studd's voice popped open as he looked up and down the female presented to him, 'I'm not even the champion yet, and already the World Wrestling Corporation is feeding me the beauties. Baby, where have you been hiding all this time? And how the hell did you escape my gaze?'

Lizzy only blushed, as Studd smiled and lowered his sunglasses to flash a very 'innocent' *wink* in her direction.

'But we aren't here to talk about you...now are we? Baby, we are here to talk about what is traveling through the Studdster's mind, aren't we? Inquisitive minds want to know what is possibly traveling through the mind of the meaning of man as he remains only a few minutes away from his destiny. People just HAVE to know what thoughts are currently processing through Studd's mind at this present time. And do you know what's traveling through this mind, Miss Lizzy?' Studd asked as he pointed to his cranium. Lizzy responded wiht a uninformed shrug. Studd only responded by staring back at her cleavage and stating the obvious, 'I'm thinking that the WWC needs to postpone this match for at least another hour'

*wink*

Lizzy, again, blushed.

The fans, again, laughed.

And Studd, again, was studdly.

'But even with this obvious distraction...let me tell you what thoughts I have concerning the match at hand. As I stand before this beautiful female specimen, the Definition of Devastation can feel the blood corsing through his veins...the Amazon of Athletesism can feel the emotion of the crowd...and the Lover of Ladies can feel the excitement in this very arena...especially from you honey,' Studd said as he stared back into Lizzy's eyes. He gave a long glare, that pumped the crowd into a cheering/laughing frenzy. After a few minutes of staring, Studd shook his head and looked to the ground.

'Okay, maybe it's best I just look at MY people to stay focused,' Studd said with a smile as he looked into the camera.

'Trey Vincent...this is the night where it all ends. This is the night where one year of boiling blood, hatred, and rivalry...end. This is it, Trey, the ending to our story. This is the night where millions amongst millions of people will witness who truly ran Team EGO, who truly brought the fans to their feet, the women to their knees, and the fWo to the floor,' Studd said with the upmost enthusiasm, 'And most of all Trey...tonight, we find out whose the BEST in this business'

'Take all your pussy beers and drink 'em up, take all your ritalin and drug yourself up, and take all the roids you need...Hell, I'll let you borrow my cell phone and give a call to Kodiak Vic Creed...but NOTHING will save you now. Even if you were Travis Beaven on Wrestling Planet, you couldn't be saved,' Studd said with a great deal of pride in his voice.

'Why? Why can't you be saved?' he asked rhetorically, 'Because I won't let you be saved. You got yourself into the worst predicament of your life...worse than jobbing to Wippit Guud AND Jonathan Conspiracy within the same year. This battle is going to be the worse beating you've ever received...worse than the verbal beating I gave the illegal immigrant over at fWo'

'Usually a man would say, good luck and let's have a great match. Do you know what I say, Trey? I say you better get on your knees,' he peered over at Lizzy, 'Don't get too excited baby'

Another few seconds of staring.

'AHEM~! Like I was saying...you better get on your knees...and BEG me for mercy...because MAYBE if I'm in a good mood...I'll let you go with a countout,' Studd than processed what he had just said for a moment...

'AAAH FUGGIT! Even THAT couldn't save you!'

Face pop from the crowd.

'Tonight is SEAN STUDD'S night. Tonight is the night that this young stud makes himself famous UNIVERSALLY. Tonight, Sean Studd makes Xavier Kannon look like a two bit slut named Amy Campbell...because TONIGHT, Sean Studd becomes CHAMPION'

And just as Sean Studd went to walk off screen, he quickly returned, snatched the microphone and brought it to his face...

'Oh, you didn't think I was going to forget about you...did you Greg?' Studd asked rhetorically with a hint of arrogance, 'Greg Davis...you and I go way back, but it seems you still have that branch up your ass called JEALOUSY. You come back, and I greet you with smiles...and what do I get? A verbal bashing? Listen up you multi-crappy-federation reject...maybe that shit flew with ignoramus anuses like Crusader...but this is STUDD's federation...and that shit don't fly with me!'

'Greg...I'm not in the mood to deal with your bullshit...but if you decide to get alittle froggy on me,' he stopped for a moment, taking in a deep breathe and non-chalantly stating, 'I will have no choice...but to BITCH SLAP the EGO out of you'

'You call yourself the ORIGINAL ego, huh Greg? You state you were the first to become known world-wide. Well Greg, just like Hulk Hogan was the original superstar...we all know the originals SUCK in today's standard. So keep living in the past, Greg...but the future is about to SLAP you across that overrated face of yours,' Studd said with a loud voice.

'Ladies and Gentlemen...I'd like to welcome you all...to the beginning of the ERA OF EGO!'

And with that, Studd hurried off screen...but not before returning very quickly...handing Lizzy Rack a pair of keys and whispering...

'Room 11B...I'll be waiting'

*wink*

After all...the champion WILL need an after party...right?

Exactly.

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©2004 John Leary