Atlantic City: EGO Style, Part 4; Derecho's First Night On the Job
Menace 10
Jan. 19, 2004
Starring: Derecho, Team EGO and Paul Levine
Writers: Leary/Paul/Josh
 Another bar. The same city. Sean Studd, Greg Davis and Trey Vincent, now looking a tad bit worse for wear, sat at the corner of a bar. Davis had clawed his fingers around the gold bar that wrapped around the entire length of the bar as if he were on a roller coaster and on some awful ride he couldn't escape. Vincent closed his eyes and rocked back and forth for a moment as he soaked in the blaring music coming from the dance floor. Studd simply downed more booze.
'I'm only going to say this ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!' Vincent shouted, as many people looked over at the ruckus. 'RAYLENE is the hottest poontang on the planet!'
'No, Trey. It's TAWNEE fucking STONE!'
'Guys, you both know you're just being loud and manly because you're FUCKING DRUNK HOMOPHOBES and think you contracted gayness from that club we were just at,' Davis said, in a surprising minute of near clarity. 'And let me tell you something else..................' That's about when Davis' brain stopped working.
'Fuck you, Greg!' Vincent and Studd both yelled.
'Fucking lightweight,' Studd added. 'Who do YOU think is the hottest chick on the planet?'
'No doubt, Amy Campbell!'
Studd and Vincent both grabbed their stomach and had to choke down some vomit.
'Dude!' Studd yelled.
'Don't EVER say that name again!'
'Amy Campbell?'
Both Vincent and Studd felt a heaving in their stomach again. They swallowed even harder than last time to avoid puking at the though of she who will remain nameless to avoid needless puking.
But all of a sudden, a figure approached. no. not that will remain nameless person, but a figure nonetheless. All we can make out is a waist line. A navy blue shirt tucked into a pair of khakis. We hear a sigh and a voice.
'Sigh. so this has what's become of you.'
Studd and Vincent looked up at the figure, rubbing their eyes in disbelief. The camera swings around to reveal the identity of the figure. Someone who had disappeared from the wrestling scene for quite a long time. The man that stood before them was Jason Roberts. Otherwise know to the wrestling world as Derecho.
'So.. you ladies have a minute? Or are you guys busy dirtying the floor with rejected booze?'
Vincent and Studd looked at each other and then looked back at Derecho. They then turned to Greg Davis, who looked to be completely passed out. Vincent and Studd looked back at Derecho once again. Vincent looked at Davis. Davis was still sleeping. Studd looked at Vincent, and then they turned their attention back to Derecho.
'Uhm.. can we help you?' Vincent asked.
Derecho looked at them, and cracked a grin.
'Wow. and to think I used to employ you guys. Anyway.. I'm looking for your boss and cohort in drunkeness.'
Vincent and Studd looked at each other again. Studd looked to Davis, who has a booze bubble coming out of his mouth. Studd laughed.
'Look. a bubble.'
Vincent looked at the bubble then looked to Studd. Studd looked to Derecho.
'Can we help you?' Studd asked.
Derecho sighed.
'Your boss. Paul Levine.. where is he?'
'Dude, didn't you just say you were our employee, er? Maybe YOU'RE Paul Levine. You look like that drunken fecker!' Vincent bellowed out.
Derecho started to say something.
'Yeah, you'd like that, WOULDN'T YOU buddy!' Vincent said, pointing a finger in Derecho's face. 'Well I gotta tell ya. I've had it up to here!' Vincent said, grabbing his crotch and then laughing. 'I quit! You're fired!'
'Remember when I fucked his wife?' Studd said to Vincent.
'You did?' Vincent said. 'This guy HAS a wife?'
'That's Jim Johnson, isn't it?' Studd asked.
'Jenny Jiggles!' Vincent shouted for no conceivable reason.
'Now SHE was hot!' Studd yelled.
'I'd fuck her!' Vincent shouted.
'I already did!' Studd yelled.
'Because we're GOD DAMN MEN!' Vincent shouted.
'God damn right we are!' Studd shouted. 'And we're DRUNK! w00t!'
'ARRRR!' Vincent and Studd shouted before clinking shot glasses and downing something dark and brown.
Derecho looks at the two men and shakes his head in disgust. He goes to walk away when Trey stops him.
'Hey.. you're leaving. we're not done demeaning you. Get back here.'
Derecho stops and turns around, facing the two of them. He cocks an eyebrow and chuckles.
'And what do you plan to do? Leap out of your seats and limp wrist me to death? You two are pickled worse than a Vlassic factory.. what can you possibly do to me?'
Trey Vincent becomes wide and glazy-eyed as he staggers to his feet.
'This is what I will do!'
Vincent takes a swing and misses by a mile. His head smacks against Derecho's stomach and slides down to the floor at Derecho's feet. Derecho hops back a foot in discomfort.
'Whoa there.. what are you trying to do? Punch me or use an excuse to get some action!? Sorry, but the sausage is for members of the opposite sex only. I know Sean over there probably isn't giving you any, but damn!'
Vincent lies on the floor motionless. It looks as if he passed out on the
floor. Sean Studd gets up.
'HEY.. you don't.. do that to him.. I will..'
Derecho stops Sean Studd with 1 single name.
'Amy Campbell'
Studd turns around and begins puking all over the table. The puddle wanders itself over to a sleeping Greg Davis as Derecho walks away over to Levine, who is also passed out in the corner.
Levine only lifts his head for a moment. He turns to his left, and than to his right; and sees the downed members of Team EGO scattered across the hall. He looks over at the other side to see Mitch Armour and Hank Harold checking on the fallen members. And than Levine takes one final glance at the man he had just signed to the WWC…a former XWF World Champion and a former 21W Millenium Champion…Derecho.
Derecho snapped his shoulders and neck for a moment before leaning over to Levine and grasping the drunk man’s hand, “It’ll be a pleasure being apart of this fed…but you might just want to clean up the shit around here before I debut, eh?”
And as Derecho left…Levine had one question…
”Who the fuck was that?”
SLAM~!
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