This is SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT...not Wrestling

Menace 1
Nov. 10, 2003
Starring: Trey Vincent and Brandon Ramos

The mighty, mighty, WWC had one of the most sought after treasures in sports entertainment today. At least one person thought as much of himself. That man: Trey Vincent. The self-proclaimed Sports Entertainment Icon. The Franchise Player. And he had arrived.

Vincent walked backstage, exploring his new home. As he headed down the hall past the entrance tunnel, he got stopped by somebody there. A man who told him that TV could not go visit the crowd and berate them. How dare he!

'And who in the hell are you, little man? Shouldn't you be at Burger King or janitoring for Microsoft? You look like one of those sorts of people who would work at Microsoft. A pasty-faced ugly piece of shit who couldn't get any chick if he had money on a fishing pole and tried to capture a chick. Get the fuck out my way.

'I mean, look at who we got back here. Who are you, darling? The makeup artist. Look, there is only one part of my body I want you touching, and that's the TV's antenna,' Trey said, grabbing his crotch. Yep, he's quite the ladies man when the camera is on.

'And who is this,' Trey said, turning toward the cameraman. 'Behind this camera is the man who has no business in front of the camera. Hey, shouldn't you be in the circus, or something?

As Trey turned around, he saw another man. A man with a moustache and crew cut. 'Hey! You're the hot dog vendor, aren't you,' Trey said walking towards the man who had just walked down a hallway from the WWC's official’s area. 'Get me a hot dog, why don't you? And I hope you washed your grimy hands.'

The man slowly stepped forward, his eyes staring a hole right through Trey Vincent. The cocky grin of TV didn't disappear, as he just cocked an eyebrow up at the accused 'hot dog vendor'. The camera soon panned out, to see who the man truly was, and once the face was seen...the crowd erupted. They remembered the man from his days in jOlt wrestling, under the team of Morally Correct, and more importantly, New York remembered him as one of the greatest wrestlers in the Regional Federations List. His name was Brandon Ramos. The 49 year old veteran, recognized by the Nassau crowd, simply grunted at Trey as he got nose to nose with the self proclaimed Sports Entertainment Icon.

'Hot dog vendor? Me, Brandon Ramos, enjoyed that little comment. Trey Vincent, it's been so long since I've seen your mug around wrestling. Yeah, I remember you, jOlt Wrestling. And the funny thing is, after a full year and half, you'd think that you would have changed...but you haven't changed a bit,' Ramos said with a harsh voice, 'I don't know how you got that chip on your shoulder, son, but you're about to get it knocked off very soon. Do you think you're something special Trey? Do you? I've been in this business for 20 years, and I've seen kids like you come into the wrestling world everyday. With a grin on their face and a mouth full of charisma...but the biggest thing you morons have in common...is spewing out nothing but human waste from that gaping hole you call a mouth'

The words of Ramos sent the crowd in an uproar of cheers, as Trey looked quite appalled...almost shocked at the accusations (obviously playing it up). Ramos just curled his lip at the young man.

'Awww, I hope I didn't upset you? You need a nap you old fuck?' Trey venomously asked, sending the crowd into boos. Trey wasn't going to be nice to him. Trey lived off attacking the thing that made people weakest. Trey believed age made people weak, so he was going for the kill. 'Just because you can't get an erection anymore is no reason to act like you are, well, anything. I'm sure you've seen plenty of people come and go. And I bet most of them have actually made a name of themselves and might actually be remembered 10, 20 or 30 years from now. You? Who are you? You're as pathetic as a guy who brags about his success in football from high school.'

'Is that so?' Ramos said with a snarl, 'As far as being old, you're Trey...I'm not as young as you, and I never will be again...but believe me, my sex life is nowhere near a downfall. And as it pretains to being remembered; Trey, what have you done, in the career you've had, that would get you remembered for 10, 20, or 30 years from now, huh? Do you think the controversy you spilled over in PIW and XW will amount to anything Trey? Please. I've seen a dozen kids try the same controversy crap that you're pulling...made them famous for a year or two...but now, you can't remember their god forsaken names! You're just like them Trey...you have the fame now, but 10 years down the road...as they are still asking for Ramos to return to the ring, they'll be saying 'Trey who?''

Trey seemed a bit agitated at the last comment, knowing full well that his life was GOING to be remembered...you better fucking bet your life on it.

'So what have you done besides that Trey? Become a 'number one contender for the jOlt International Championship'? Please, people can't even remember the jOlt International Champion himself,' Ramos said with a snap in his voice, 'And do you think winning the...*cough*...BOB European Title will get you noticed? Might as well make you a belt out of paper and glue and whipe your ass with it, because that's all its worth,' another pop came from the crowd immediately following the said statement. Now Ramos was right up in Trey's face, 'And do you think your wrestling skills will be remembered? Please Trey, punches and kicks with pizaaz are getting VERY overrated these days when half of the wrestling world is doing it...like I said, you're nothing special. So don't you dare, come in MY face and think you're special'

He stuck his finger out and pointed directly into TV's face, 'I'll be damned if a punk like you flaunts his..FUCKING...ego at me! I'll be damned if a little 3 year wrestler, who hasn't amounted to anything in his entire life, comes into MY face, a man whose been wrestling for 20 years and accomplished much more than you ever well, and say that you're better than me. Trey, you haven't proven jack...SHIT...to me or anyone else back here. Trey, you've got the potential, I'll give you that...and you've got the age factor...but you haven't got SHIT on me when it comes to talent and experience. And I *dare* you to prove me wrong'

*insert a HUGE pop from the crowd* which left Ramos gritted his teeth at TV.

'Dont you dare.' Trey paused for a second. 'Ever.' Trey paused again. 'Mention BOB again. You wanna know something, whoever you are, my only problem is poor judgment in choosing employers. But it's funny. For a guy who thinks I'm such a nothing, you sure know a hell of a lot about me. Maybe it's because you wish you had half the talent. You see, when people look back, they won't remember the good guy who did his job every day. They're gonna remember people who did something and backed it up. I didn't come to the WWC to be mediocre.

'Everyone says my ego is bigger than my success thus far. Well let me tell you something. My time is coming. I can just feel it. I've felt the success racing through my blood, unlike you, who can barely even feel his heart beat any longer. I'm a millionaire. I'm a name. You all better watch your mouth. Because very soon, you're going to learn, that I don't only have an ego. I have the god damned talent to back it up.'

'You wouldn't know talent if it bit you on the ass Vincent! And the only god damn reason I know so much about you, is because I got that information to try and keep you OUT of WWC. But Levine took the chance, and he's going to pay for it. But as long as your on the WWC roster, you better damn well know who's higher ranked around here. Not only am I Brandon Ramos, a veteran of this sport, I'm a Head of Talent Relations in this place, so watch what you say around me kid,' Ramos said with a loud voice, causing attention around him.

'And you say you have talent Trey? Well, why don't you *try* and teach an old man the kind of talent you have? Hell, I'll tie up the boots, I'll get the elbow pads ready and we'll see exactly who's going to show who about talent,' Ramos said with a grunt in his voice, 'Why don't you, for once in your unsuccessful life, shut your mouth and actually back up what you say! For the entire time I've known you, you've wrestled about three matches in your entire career...why don't you stop the bullshit chitter chatter, and actually do what a wrestler is supposed to do...and WRESTLE!'

The fans erupted for Ramos, who was directly nose to nose with his adversary.

'How dare you,' Trey said, now fuming. 'I SPORTS ENTERTAIN. Don't you use that word around me again. I've been stabbing losers like you in the back for years. It might be nice to do it face to face for a change. Well, why don't you go take your vitamins, say your prayers and drink your prune juice. You want a match? I'm not opposed to giving some 50-year-old neverwas a sports entertainment lesson of a lifetime.'

'Than do me a favor Trey,' Ramos asked of Trey, as Trey just cocked an eyebrow up at Ramos, 'Sports Entertain your ass to the ring, and I will show exactly how it works in this business. News Flash, this isn't PIW...this isn't XW...this isn't BOB...this isn't jOlt...this is WWC, and in here...we won't take your shit. And it stops tonight...when I show you what real wrestling is all about,' Ramos said as he pushed Trey aside and walked right past him, obviously to get ready for the contest. Trey simply shrugged off Ramos and attempted to be un-harmed by any of the previous contests. As Ramos walked away to get ready, Trey just HAD to get a word in...

'Do me a favor Ramos...just one. When you're getting ready for the match, on behalf of us all in the Nassau Coliseum...DON'T wear tights. We see enough of old men wearing tights in WWE...we don't need to make our viewers vomit here!'

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