Sean Studd vs. Trey Vincent
Special Guest Referee: Greg 'EGO' Davis; World Title Match
Road To Gold
Jan. 4, 2004
Writer: Paul
 The cameras quickly switched to the backstage area, zooming in on the locker room marked “Trey Vincent”. Within a few moments, Trey Vincent came bursting through his locker room door. The Franchise Wrestler of the WWC, the self proclaimed ultimate entertainer, walked down the backstage area with a heavy swagger in his step. Trey Vincent, dressed in his usual wrestling attire, came stomping past the WWC crew backstage. Many of the crew stopped in their tracks and watched as Trey Vincent stomped his way through the backstage area. The fans, watching this from the WWC-Tron, immediately went up in jeers at the sight of Trey Vincent. TV, noticing the jeers, stopped for a moment and took a listen to the jeers; only to crack a grin, look at the camera and flip the entire crowd the bird (the middle finger, the big FUCK YOU).
Feeling the heat of the crowd, Trey Vincent stomped forward until he reached the backstage area of the entrance ramp. He looked over at a few of the attendants, as one man stated to Trey “Good luck” in a show of good relations. Trey only cocked an eyebrow up and asked…
”Who the hell are you?” but as the attendant went to answer, “No, don’t answer. Why don’t you shut your damn mouth and play Trey Vincent’s music? You aren’t worthy to speak to the Franchise Wrestler, remember that you sorry excuse for a man…fucking idiots”
This shut the entire crew up, as Trey Vincent began to warm up his muscles by hopping up and down and rolling his shoulders. The cameras quickly switched to the ring, where announcer Evan Lewis stood in the center of the ring. Lewis was dressed in a very professional suit, as he looked out to the crowd with a microphone in his hand and made the large announcement.
”Ladies and gentlemen, we have finally reached the culmination of our first Pay-Per-View Event. Tonight, we will see the battle between two friends turned enemies. A friendship that lasted well over a year ends in a bitter rivalry. A team that once showered the wrestling world with controversy is now broken up and placed in their first face to face combat. Tonight, we watch as two friends turned bitter enemies…end their war of words. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, two of the most massive egos meet inside the center of this ring; and officiating them…will be the biggest ego of them all,” Lewis said as the fans began to rise to their feet in excitement, “Tonight, these egos enter this ring…in the MAIN EVENT…for the World Wrestling Corporation’s Heavyweight Championship of the World!”
”Tonight, the representative of the World Wrestling Corporation is chosen. Tonight, the egos will battle. Tonight, the FIRST WWC CHAMPION WILL BE CROWNED,” Lewis said with the up-most enthusiasm, “Ladies and Gentlemen…welcome…to the MAIN EVENT!”
As the crowd roared in approval, the sounds of “Pussy Liquor” by Rob Zombie soared across the airwaves. The moment the theme sounded, the lights began to flash numerous amounts of colors, with a blue spotlight shining down upon the top of the entrance ramp. The mood shifted in the crowd, as the cheers turned to heavy jeers for the most hated man in WWC history.
”Coming to the ring at this time; he weighs in at 265 pounds and stands at six foot four inches; he is the self proclaimed Sports Entertainment Icon, and Host of the TV Show. He is a former Action Wrestling superstar, a former PIW superstar, and a current Bad Ass EGO of WWC…he is…TREY VINCENT”
The moment the name was announced, Trey Vincent appeared on the entrance ramp that glimmered a shade of blue and gold. Trey Vincent, with an arrogant swagger in his steps, made sure to mouth off to a few choice fans on his way to the ring. As he continued down the golden path, he eyed a few of the more…’plump’ fans and immediately made them his verbal target. The more the fans jeered, the more Trey Vincent insulted. Trey Vincent even went as far as to threaten to slap the taste out of a mother’s mouth.
”I’ll make you suck on the juice more than Sean Studd’s mom,” Trey Vincent commented loudly as he walked past the female mother. Trey Vincent continued down the ramp, until he reached the ringside area. He stopped for a moment and looked over at the crowd jeering him, when Trey Vincent only loudly commented…
”Hey, it’s not MY fault this state can’t amount to anything but poverty and crime. Hey, get a fucking job…and no, professional whore isn’t considered a job, honey,” Vincent commented loudly to a few choice fans as he walked to the steel steps and scaled them. Vincent than walked over to one of the corners, balanced himself on the outside of the second rope and held his arms out from his sides; as if welcoming the hatred.
Trey Vincent than entered the ring and stood in the center of the ring, where he held out two middle fingers and circled the ring; making sure every fan knew how he felt about each and every one of them. Trey than passed Evan Lewis and commented on his pour microphone skills, before scaling the second rope in the ring and raising both hands in the air.
As TV continued his showboating, “Pussy Liquor” died down and the fans began to cheer for the next arrival.
”And now…for the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE,” Lewis shouted as suddenly the song of “Alcohol” by Barenaked Ladies rose from the audio system, signaling the arrival of the ORIGINAL EGO of professional wrestling. The fans rose to their feet in excitement of the return of Greg Davis, “He is a former fWo Cruiserweight Champion, a former IOW World Champion, and the ORIGINAL EGO of professional wrestling…he is…”The Ego” GREG DAVIS!”
And no sooner did the name get announced, than did Greg Davis appear in front of the live audience. The cheers blew up as the former IOW World Champion stepped forward down the ramp with a wide grin across his face. His once rough blonde beard was shaven bald, and his once long blonde hair was now a spiky short dew. Greg Davis smiled widely behind his sunglasses, and marched forward towards the ring where he quickly slid in and raised his arms in the air. Davis, dressed in a “EGO” T-Shirt from his fWo days and basic denim jeans, smiled over at Trey Vincent and pointed to the “WWC Official” emblem that was ironed onto the top left area of his black shirt. Vincent only responded with a wave of the hand (wave = yeah yeah, fuck off).
Soon after, “Alcohol” went dead, and the fans rose to their feet once more and began chanting “WE WANT STUDD” over and over, getting a very negative reaction from Trey Vincent. Vincent simply covered his ears and mumbled to crowd, ‘Fuck off’ over and over again. And than it would happen…
Cameras switched to the backstage area, where Sean Studd was seen pushing open his locker room door and walking towards the entrance. His face was one with a wide smile as he heard the ‘We Want Studd’ chants over and over in his ears. He made his way past crew and cast of WWC and towards the backstage area of the entrance ramp. Once there, he began to pump himself for the match, whilst getting ‘good luck out there’ quotes from attendants nearby. Studd blanked them out, keeping in his zone for the contest. But he stopped…looked over at the camera…
*wink*
Camera back to the ring…
”Paradise City” by Guns and Roses.
Lights go out
Blue lights circle the arena.
”And the OTHER challenger…he hails from NEW YORK (Loud pop from the crowd)…weighs in at 225 pounds and stands at six foot and one inch…he is the EGO of tomorrow…SEAN STUDD!!!!”
And thus appeared the EGO of WWC, the young man who made in impact in every federation he joined and a man who deserved all the credit in the world. Sean Studd soon appeared on the entrance ramp, and within four seconds of appearing on the stage he spread out his arms, which cued the pyro to BLAST from the stage in one big BOOM~! Studd smiled widely as he walked his way down the ramp, whilst slapping a few hands along the way. Studd was loving the fanfare and quickly made a sprint around the ring, slapping all the hands he could before sliding into the ring and quickly removing his silk sleeveless robe and getting right into the face of Trey Vincent.
The fans blew up in cheers as the two former members of PIW’s Team EGO stood nose to nose, daring one another to throw the first punch. Greg Davis, being the official, quickly pushed the two of them apart and ordered Sean Studd to his corner. As Studd returned to his corner, the music died down and the hype went down; the entire arena sat down and began to chant “STUDD-STUDD-STUDD!”
The largest amount of anticipation was going on; the fans began to buzz with excitement, stamping their feet down against the floor. It sounded like a swarm of bees buzzing across the Madison Square Garden, as Sean Studd and Trey Vincent (only a few feet away) stared dead into each others eyes. Greg Davis, who centered himself between them began to check their person for any concealed weapons. When Davis reached Trey, Trey refused believing Davis wanted to feel him up…Davis responded by with threatened slap…
Davis soon found a pair of brass knuckles.
Trey Vincent whipped his face, as Davis lobbed the knucks into Trey’s chest and than kicked them outside. Davis grunted at Trey Vincent and centered back into the middle of the ring. The moment this happened, Studd approached and Vincent did as well. Both men met in the center of the ring, sharing a few choice words for one another, as Greg Davis attempted to break them up once more. But now Studd and Vincent were butting foreheads, cussing at one another and daring the other to throw the first punch. But neither did, at the orders of Greg Davis. And finally, Studd motioned for the ring to toll…
*Ding Ding Ding*
And it was on, the fans blew up in excitement as both members of Team EGO began to circle the ring and prepare for the biggest contest of their lives. Both Trey and Sean suddenly stopped, stared at one another and went into a standard arm and collar tie-up. Trey quickly started the match with a headlock, but Sean was quick to reverse it with a whip to the ropes. Trey returned and knocked Sean down with a shoulder block. Trey than bounced off the ropes, but Sean rolled to his stomach, forcing Trey to jump over him. Trey bounced off the opposite end of the ropes and returned for a clothesline, but Sean reversed the shot with a quick arm drag.
And the moment both men got up…
THWACK
OOOOOOOOHHHHH!
Bitch slap to Trey Vincent!
Trey Vincent stopped in his tracks, reared back…
THWACK
OOOOOOOHHHHHH!
Bitch slap to Sean Studd.
Studd looked angrily at Trey Vincent and went right into his face, locking Trey Vincent in a quick headlock, only for TV to quickly duck down and roll Studd up in a School Boy pin. Trey caught a handful of tights as he rolled Studd up…Davis hit the mat…
One.Two.Three!!!!
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!
The bell rang as the fast count by Davis was already over. The entire arena went up in jeers, as trash began to fly into the ring. Davis quickly snatched the WWC World Championship and handed it to Trey Vincent. The entire arena was in anger, as Sean Studd stood up and began shouting out at Davis and Vincent. Davis had just helped the man who beat the living hell out of him on Menace #3. The fans were questioning what the hell just happened…
When suddenly…the unthinkable happened…
Studd charged forward, Trey charged forward…
And both men embraced!
The entire arena of Madison Square Garden began to collectively throw trash into the ring, as Greg Davis, Sean Studd and the newly crowned World Champion, Trey Vincent stood in the center of the ring and held each others arms up in the air. Trey Vincent, however wanted the world to know one thing…
TV grabbed the microphone, smiled at the fans who jeered them to hell and shouted out, “I always said that an EGO never dies, and this proves it. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the ERA OF EGO,” how ironic that Studd had said that just moments ago, “and LEVINE…you said that these men were going to take me out? How FUCKING ironic is it? That the men YOU brought in to save WWC from me, only INCREASED the danger level. Did you honestly think that MY boys, MY pals were going to stab me in the back?”
The jeers were defining.
”So WWC…Paul Levine…and every overrated piece of shit backstage…prepare to bow down to the highest entity in the entire wrestling business. We may have had to sacrifice a Pay-Per-View Main Event…but baby it was worth it! Working only three minutes of the day and getting a high pay check from EACH and everyone of you!”
”Welcome to the newest evolution of TEAM EGO!”
”Fuck you…very much!”
Winner: Trey Vincent via pinfall; Trey Vincent becomes the first WWC World Champion
NEXT CHAPTER: Paying Respects >>
©2004 John Leary |
