Breaking Kayfabe; The Promise to the Fans

Menace 2
Nov. 17, 2003
Starring: Trey Vincent and Paul Levine

The music of Trey Vincent continued to blast in the ears of the world, as the boos became louder and louder with every second. In the center of the ring, with his arms spread out (as if acting as a god-esque figure) and a grin as wide as the world, Trey Vincent stood victorious. Seth Miller, whose skull was leaking crimson, was being helped out of the ring by some nearby ring attendants...he wasn't standing straight, and his power seemed all but gone. While inside the ring, Trey Vincent continued to parade around the ring as the victor of the bout...but suddenly, a new theme song interrupted the Franchise Wrestler. Trey Vincent looked insulted and shifted his view to the entrance ramp. The fans went up in a frenzy as 'Points of Authority' roared over the PA System, bringing out the WWC owner himself, Paul Levine. Trey Vincent reacted to the owners appearance with a simple cock of the eyebrow, wondering what the hell was going on...this wasn't part of the god damn script.

Levine didn't seem all too happy, as he marched down to the ring and quickly snatched a microphone from a nearby attendant. Levine called for his music to simmer down, as he looked directly into the cocky gaze of Trey Vincent. Levine grunted in his general direction, as he paced a few more times in the ring, before finally mustering up all his emotion and bringing it out into the microphone.

'I made a promise to every single person in this world when I started this federation up. And that promise was to cut through the bullshit, never sugarcoat anything, and tell it like it is. So tonight, I'm enforcing that promise by starting with you, Trey', Levine stated as he stood firm in *his* ring, 'Ever since I signed your ass to this company, all I have heard is negative reactions from every single person behind those curtains. Everyone, and I mean every-single-one of those members of my staff have had to deal with your bullshit Trey. You’re fucking bullshit ego. Maybe that flew in jOlt. And maybe that flew in PIW. Hell, maybe XW even accepted this. But let me tell you something right now; my name isn't Jordan Bowen, my name isn't Josh Piedra, and my name sure as fucking hell isn't Jim Johnson...that crap doesn't fly in MY company'

A HUGE ovation came forth from the crowd, as Levine began to pant in anger.

'All I've heard about you is that you only look out for yourself, well WWC won't be taking that. And if you want to flaunt your EGO somewhere, you can do it somewhere else god dammit'

As the crowd roared, TV just looked around at the crowd. He shook his head. *SNATCH* The mic was taken from Paul Levine's grip.

'Your name is just Paul 'Fed Killer' Levine. You know, for a while there, I thought I was the problem with the federations closing on me. But you know...PIW, jOlt; those were places you were helping to run. Maybe you are the reason that this fed will close in less than six months.

'Maybe it's because you are just some stupid drunk Vince McMahon on crack wannabe. Maybe it's time you woke up and smelled reality. You aren't going to put a single person in this arena. Not with your stupid angles. Not with your face. Not with your attitude. You are nothing without talented people around you.

'And let's look. Two shows, two main events, some great ratings last week for a debut show. And who carried that show? No, not you. The talent. You just sign the pay checks and do a little writing. You don't do a damn thing out here but bore the millions TV's viewers. So why don't you just wake up and realize that my shit is going to run here...

'Or else your fed will become like PIW. Like jOlt. Like every federation you booked for. Complete, hated, garbage!' Vincent snarled out, apparently venting some issues that he'd bottled up for over a year.

That was it, that had done it. Levine nearly punched Vincent directly in the face as he simply swiped the microphone from Vincent's hand...which almost caught Vincent by surprise. Vincent grumbled harshly, as Levine went toe to toe with Trey...not backing down a second.

'The reason those federations closed down, wasn't because of me. The only reason those federations closed down was because of idiotic ownership who allowed guys like YOU run the fucking federations into the ground with your breaking kayfabe bullshit. Just look at PIW, it was at the top of its game...but what did you and your little buddy do? Verbally bashed other federations, which broke copyright laws and put PIW in deep shit. It closed down because of YOU! So don't put the blame on management...because honestly, that was worn out when Steve Austin did it...another egotistical ass of this business', Levine said as he scowled, 'But you know what, I have to hand it to you...you may have the mouth of a diaherrea infested anus...one that constantly runs...but you have something else...

Brains.

You know that I can't fire you, because the ratings have done well', Levine said as he looked to the floor. Trey Vincent just smiled ear to ear, realizing he had one upped the owner in his very own federation, 'So I'm going to do something better Trey, something MUCH better. I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine. I'm going to put you up against one of the biggest EGOs alive. I'm goin to put you against someone who INVENTED the word EGO and made it famous backstage...'

Vincent could only cock an eyebrow up as Levine continued.

'Next week Trey, you're going to experience exactly what you've been dishing out. Like the old saying goes, fight fire with fire...I'm going to do exactly that. Next week, I'll be debuting YOUR opposition...a man who has a bigger EGO than yourself!' he roared out, as Vincent just squinted his eyes, as if to say that is impossible. Levine just simply backed up, with a grin on his face, before whispering...'You don't want to fuck with this owner'...and rolling out of the ring.

Oh, but was Trey done? No. He was Mr. Get The Last Word In. So he ordered the ring announcer to hand over a microphone. 'Levine. Next week, then, you're going to realize that somebody may have a bigger EGO than me. But nobody has the god damn talent I do! And Levine, you better get ready. Because someday soon, I'm gonna have the WWC World Title. And then, you're gonna see just how quickly I can run your dream into the ground. This is YOUR first warning, Levine. I can bring this all crashing down on you. So play nice. Or you're going to be something you're quite familiar with. A fucking loser!' Vincent slammed the microhone to the mat, smiling at Levine, and raising his arms triumphantly.

But the celebration was short, as Levine may have not gotten in the last word, but he would get the last insult. Two finger salute directly to Vincent, which got a very good pop from the crowd. Levine snarled towards Vincent, as Vincent just stared a whole directly into his boss. It seemed that both men broke more than just kayfabe, they had just broke a silent peace between them. Right in front of the millions around the world, two men had just ripped into one another; no script, no writers, just two men who hated one another. And as Levine went behind the curtain, Vincent could only grin and whisper.

'No one can stop me Levine, and you know it'

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