The Third Man

Wrestlecade 4
March 2003

There was the tiniest hint of a heel pop, but, obviously, it was drowned out by the majority of boos. Yes, that's the effect when "We Will Rock You (Remix)" hits and brings out the cocky team of Sean Studd and Trey Vincent. As the hated duo headed to the ring, they posed for the unappreciative fans, and having a good old time.

Once they hit the ring, both armed with their most dangerous weapons, a microphone, well, it was time to get the party started.

"So this junkyard has itself a new owner," Studd began. "Blazer. A man who know doubt should blaze a new trail and bring this dump to new heights. Don't count on it. You see, if he's going to be having any success, it's going to be due to us. Team fucking EGO. And Trey, we're only getting stronger.

"You see, for weeks, you fans have been waiting and waiting for our third member. Well, Trey, tonight it becomes official.Tonight, our third man is in the building. And well, do the honors, bro."

"Well," Vincent started. "They wanted a shoot, but a good shoot. So here it is. Me and Studd can't save this pit of shit. Hardcore bush-league shit went out of style about five years ago, perhaps you didn't get the memo. So new boss, bring this place into a new era. And EGO era. Full of great, innovative sports entertainement, with me, Studd and.ladies and all girls of legal age. Team EGO would like to introduuce, the man with the biggest EGO in the worllllllllllllllld. EGO, Greg, Davis!"

The EGO theme hit once again, and the fans couldn't believe it. A former member of this federation, a former IOW Champion, was back, and now joining up with the opposition. He headed down the ring,appearing a bit confused, but he made his way to the ring and was handed a microphone by Studd, his former tag team partner.

"Shit man, nobody's writing my script for my anymore,what the fuck? *Ahem* Let's test this thing out. Umm. OK, I remember this."

Vincent handed him a 3x5 index card.

"Oh, right. I'd like to say, fuck you to X-W." He then smiled and threw down the index card.

That's when Studd handed him a new index card.

"Ahh. Let's see here. Mr. Roberts was a pathetic owner." Davis read. "Oh wait, now I remember. Hello to all you losers in the crowd. Davis is the name. EGO is the game. And we've got the biggest ones in the business. After all, you heard the catchphrase hundreds of times. Everyone has one. Ours is just bigger.

"Now. My grand return to this place. If I had felt a damn thing for this place in the first place, well, I probably would have never left. And in my return, you'd think I'd feel something. But oddly, I don't. I still hate this place. So, it doesn't matter who is running X-Wrestling. Because WE are. We are ratings. We are entertainment. We are gorgeous. And we are outlaws. And if you don't like us, we really don't give a fuck."

Microphones were thrown down. Their music blared once again. Team EGO was in full force. For now, they believed they were running the show.

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