No Liquor In The Rear

Tuesday Night Extreme
March 11, 2003

Backstage, Team EGO, Sean Studd and Trey Vincent, stood still in the locker room. The pair looked dead ahead in fear or disbelief at what they were seeing, their jaws agape and eyes wide. As the cameras panned backward, the camera picked up a table, on which sat a 36-pack of beer.

LIGHT BEER!

"What is this crap?" Vincent asked his partner in crime.

"Total BULLSHIT!" Studd answered quite simply. "Man, first there's no pyro. Then there's this small-ass little locker room. And now, to top off all things of all things. LIGHT BEER!"

"And it's WARM! Who in the hell drinks warm, light, BEER?"

"Jimmy Jackson?"

"Who?"

"Ninja K?"

"Who?"

"Mattock?"

"Listen, Studd, I don't have a CLUE about anybody you're talking about here."

"Osyrus?"

"Who?"

"He was in PIW with us."

"He was? Listen, whatever. We got kegs in PIW! This is a tragedy of huge proportions."

Then, there was a tap-tap-tapping on their locker room door. Their thirst for real beer needed to be quenched. Only this and nothing more.

Quoth the staff member: "."

He didn't even get the chance as Studd and Vincent grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him inside.

"Where's our keg?" Punch by Vincent. Punch by Studd.

"Who are you to knock on OUR door?" Punch by Studd. Punch by Vincent.

"We are Team EGO!" Punch by Vincent. Punch by Studd.

"The Extremely." Simultaneous punch.

"Gorgeous." Double punch.

"Outlaws!" Double punch.

The staff guy collapsed to the floor and began projectile vomiting quite loudly. Well, as if there was any other way. So many punches to the gut, it was bound to happen.

"Hmm," Studd started. "I think we need to take a little walk to release this anger, don't you agree?"

"Whatever," Vincent said heading toward the door.

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