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The EGO for TV?

Menace 3
Nov. 24, 2003
Starring: 'The Ego' Greg Davis
Writer: Hollan

Trey VincentThe door slowly opened by the hand of the limousine driver. The windows on the white stretch were tinted to the darkest possible. A foot stepped out and the slick black leather glistened from the lights of the ceiling of the arena. The leg was covered with black dress slacks, and then the camera panned back. Impossible.

Robbie Ravnos, who was trying his hardest to untangle the cords wrapped around his feet, headed out of the loading bay door. He had succeeded and then looked up. His eyes locked, and he rushed the limousine. He grabbed a mic from a crew hand as he stormed forth. It was him.

The man stood up and he was wearing an all black suit. He was wearing a black T-shirt that was tight against his muscular figure. He donned a gold chain, and wore a pair of white Oakley sunglasses to cover up his eyes. His hair was blonde and short. He had long blonde sideburns that ran well past the bottoms of his ears. His large jaw was lacked, and he tugged on his suit to get the wrinkles out of the jacket. He was a legend.

“Excuse me, sir!” Ravnos charged the man. “May I ask what you…” Ravnos froze. His mouth dropped and he stood there and gawked like a school girl. He held a pose that made it seem like his body wasn’t working. He knew the man.

The man removed the sunglasses. His sky blue eyes pierced through the camera. Those were unforgettable eyes. That was an unforgettable smile that ran across the man’s face. It was Greg Davis. It was The Ego. He took a stride that seemed like it took hours to move on to the next one.

“You’re Greg Davis! Holy Christ!” Ravnos unfroze and caught up to Davis. “You’re the one Levine brought in here to take out Vincent!” Davis turned and smirked. He shrugged in mystery and walked through the door. Ravnos stopped, and turned around. He ran his hand through his hair and set the mic down. He looked to the camera. “I have a bad feeling about this, folks.”

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