Atlantic City: EGO Style, Part 1
Menace 10
Jan. 19, 2004
Starring: Team EGO
Writer: Paul
 The bright lights, the big city, the casinos that were constantly chiming amongst the buzz of the crowds, and of course…the booze. It was too much to handle for some, but for the trio of a certain virus of a group, it was their type of city. Atlantic City, New Jersey; a place commonly considered Northeast’s Las Vegas. And tonight, just like any other night, was no different from the next…except for one thing. Tonight, unlike other Atlantic City nights, the City of Drunks was about to get a lethal injection of EGO. No sooner did the scene of Atlantic City come to view on the WWC-Tron, than did the three figures of WWC’s resident rebel group come into view. The camera, set on the end of a bar table, set its view upon all three members of Team EGO.
Greg Davis.
Sean Studd.
Trey Vincent.
All men sat nonchalantly at their seats, with a drink in their hands and a smile on their faces. In the center of the table was none other than the current WWC World Champion, Trey Vincent. The Franchise Entertainer of the WWC looked away from his friends for a moment and smiled at the camera, greeting the fans with a trademark of EGO…the *wink*. Studd gave a thumbs up for the use of the *wink* of course.
”Ladies and Gentlemen of Atlantic City,” Vincent began, as the jeers grew across the state of New Jersey, “I have the misfortune of being the bearer of bad news. You see, folk, Trey Vincent and his cohorts of crime would LOVE to be in front of you and entertain you like no other entertainer ever could…but we are forced to decline our duties for one night. The Reasons? Well, we have made prior engagements for the night, and unfortunately, they collide with our engagement to you…”
”And with the very…’tough’…decision, we decided that,” Vincent grinned a bit, swaggering his head arrogantly, “Our needs are much more important, than YOUR needs. What do we care if you people become entertained LIVE in person by the greatest sports entertainers you will ever be given the privilege? Just look at last week for example…we come out and give you the best damn opening segment on any weekly wrestling program, and what does Team EGO get in return?”
”We get trash throw at us, articles writing negatively about us, and than we get the scornful looks backstage,” Vincent said with a curl on his upper lip, acting completely disgusted by the whole situation. Did you notice the word acting? That disgusted look turned to a sly grin the moment Sean Studd broke Trey Vincent off and said with a smile...
”And damn it, we couldn’t have it any other way,” Studd said with a touch of arrogance in his voice. His face quickly traveled to the camera lens, giving a sexy grin to all of his female fans in attendance…hell he could hear the screams of passion from where he was, “You see, ladies and gentlemen, the Studdster knows you are very slow in the head…so you couldn’t possibly understand why Team EGO takes such pleasure in other’s misfortunes. I mean, the Meaning of Man truly understands why you stand there with your thumb in your ass…wondering why we act the way we do…you DO live in the armpit of America”
There came the jeers, extracting from the crowd LIVE at Monday Night Menace.
“But the reasons behind our sly grins is simple…when we entered the World Wrestling Corporation, when we entered Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling, when we entered Xtreme Wrestling Federation…hell, when we entered sports entertainment itself…we looked to do TWO things,” Studd said as he lifted his free hand and shot two fingers in the air, “Number One: We looked to do what no other superstar could do in today’s day in age…and that was completely entertain a crowd so much that it would leave them in withdrawal for more. And Number Two: Break every boundary in the book, even if it meant we had to make people hate us to do it”
The jeers just kept on coming, as Studd kept on talking.
”When I entered this federation, and realized that my buddies Trey and Greg were going to be here, I immediately told you people that this would be the Era of EGO. But no one caught on in New York, and I can place a strong bet that neither did New Jersey,” Studd than pressed his ear piece against his ear to hear the live feed from the Atlantic City Convention Center, allowing him to hear the jeers, “And I guess I won that bet. So folks, whether you like what we did last week or not, you know that whether you hate us or love us…you’ll always tune in next week just to hear what we’ll say next”
”But have no fear…you see, although we don’t have the time to come to you LIVE and entertain you, we have decided on a compromise,” Studd said with a smile as he patted Trey Vincent on the back, allowing TV to continue his speech.
”That’s right. For you see, Team EGO may care only of themselves, but we cannot possibly let WWC go without a week of EGO. SO, in conclusion: Trey Vincent, Sean Studd and Greg Davis will STILL be entertaining you fine examples of drones by taking you on our trip throughout Atlantic City,” Trey Vincent said as he looked around his scenario. Around him were casinos blinging wildly in the darkened halls, people cheering for their won money, drunken people booing for their lost money, and a lot of showgirls dancing on metal poles.
”With Atlantic City around us; a place where you can lose money quicker than you can prove Chyna is a man; of course we would just have to soak up the bright lights and big titties,” TV said, motioning off camera and giving a wink to a fine brunette he caught at the end of the bar, “But we will take you on our adventures of booze, women, booze, and more women TONIGHT!”
Studd quickly broke in, “So we have one warning for those in Atlantic City: Husbands, hide your wives, and bartenders around Atlantic City, make sure to have a vast supply of alcoholic beverages; because Atlantic City has just become the City of EGO”
Suddenly, three shot glasses were placed on the table that Team EGO sat upon. Each one filled with a straight shot of Whiskey. Trey Vincent, setting his title to his shoulder, lifted his glass. Sean Studd smiled and nodded, quickly snatching up his glass. The two men raised their shot glasses to each others and waited…for the third.
”AHEM~!” Studd said loudly, waiting for Greg Davis.
No Greg Davis.
”AHEM~!” went Trey Vincent.
Suddenly, both Team EGO members looked over to where Greg was sitting…and the chair was empty. Trey looked at Studd, Studd looked at Trey. Both members of the PIW version of EGO were completely confused. Trey nudged Studd’s shoulder.
”Where the fuck is Davis?”
”I don’t know”
”Well he’s YOUR friend,” Trey Vincent accused.
”What does that have to do with it?”
Suddenly, out from the corner of the bar, a voice was heard singing a very strong tune in the center of the bar. The voice propelled from next of the vintage jukebox. Studd cocked an eyebrow up, as Trey eyes went into slits; both Studd and Vincent slowly turned their heads to the left when…
”They call me the Space COWBOY…do do dodododododododo…The SPACE COWBOY!
A drunken Greg Davis, who was leaning against the jukebox, was singing the tune of Space Cowboy enthusiastically. The camera went away from Greg Davis for a moment, to look at the perplexed faces of Trey Vincent and Sean Studd; which were COMPLETELY priceless. Trey looked over at Studd, who was still blankly staring at his cohort of RRW, and said.
”Sean…Greg’s a fucking lightweight, didn’t you drink with him in RRW?”
Studd only shook the cob webs from his head and rested his face into his hand, “Yeah, but he always stuck to Smirnof’s”
”Pussy,” mumbled Trey Vincent.
”I think he’s trying to forget he was ever in IOW,” Studd interjected, ”I know I would”
And with that said, both members of EGO raised their shot glasses, touched them together and took the shot of strong whiskey. Trey Vincent and Studd let out a satisfying sigh of relief before getting up from their seats and walking over to Greg Davis, but before they could reach him…
”Hey baby, how bout you ride me like a cowboy?”
*SLAP~!*
Here’s, to a great night in the City.
NEXT CHAPTER: Atlantic City: EGO Style, Part 2 >>
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