Team EGO vs. Quincy Blake
Handicap Match

Tuesday Night Extreme
March 11, 2003

"You know, I've had about enough of certain types of people in this federation"

The fans recognized the voice, and they stood up from their chairs, as a figure soon appeared from the curtain. The figure was none other than the figure of X Wrestling's resident jobber, Quincy Blake. Quincy Blake, dressed in usual wrestling attire, walked down the rampway, microphone in his grasp. He had missed in ring action for quite some time, and had returned to the world of wrestling...with anger.

"It's been too long, since the people have been treated to some actual wrestling," Quincy began as he stomped his way up the steel steps and into the ring, "I've watched X Wrestling over and over and over, and what do I continually see? I see nothing but sports entertainment displayed every single night on X Wrestling's programs. I see guys constantly coming out here and blemishing the good name of wrestling over and over again, and no one looks to stop them...until now," Quincy seemed all business as he stomped around the ring in rage and looked over at the entrance ramp, "I was the one that requested a match with Team EGO...why? Because I'm sick of these *sports entertainers* entering a *wrestling* company and never wrestling. So Sean Studd, Trey Vincent, come down that ramp, get in this ring and do the one thing you have yet to do...

Shut Up and Wrestle!"

For the first time, in a very long time, the fans had actually cheered X Wrestling's Quincy Blake, as he threw the microphone down and crouched down, awaiting the arrival of his opponents. And no sooner did Quincy demand it, than did he received. The lights suddenly went dark, as a beautiful organ solo began to play as the X-Vision slowly caught glimpses of wrestling's past superstars battling in an old school ring. Suddenly, the scene circled around two figures, and just than "Introduction to Mayhem" by Primer 55 began to play, as suddenly a spotlight shined upon the top of the ramp and standing before the crowd were both members of Team EGO, Sean Studd and Trey Vincent. The fans were quickly jeer as the two men slowly began to make their way to the ring, with nothing but arrogant grins plastered across their faces. Quincy Blake was unamused as he began to prepare inside the ring.

Sean Studd quickly rolled into the ring, as Trey Vincent leaped upon the apron and looked out at the jeering crowd before entering into the ring. It at that moment at Team EGO did the best thing they could do...grab a microphone. The music slowly stopped as Quincy Blake began to argue with the official to get the match started, as Trey Vincent was the first to get his hands on the microphone and look out at the jeering crowd. Trey Vincent looked across the ring at Quincy Blake, and slowly raised an eyebrow up in disbelief, TV couldn't help but grin at the man.

"Okay, let's start this entire thing over shall we?" Trey Vincent said, "I mean, there were so many things wrong with the opening of this contest. First of all, whoever's idea it was to give a microphone to this poor excuse of an entertainer, should be shot in the head three times...to make sure they suffered before death. Second of all, the entrance was entirely wrong...no pyro, no music...what are you? Some kind of rendition of an old school wrestler? And third of all...Trey Vincent must ask...after that entire interview...who in the fucking hell are you?"

The jeers came wildly throughout the arena as TV handed the microphone to Sean Studd, as he the young man strutted across the ring before staring across the ring at Quincy Blake, "Oh, don't you know Trey? This is the supposed pro wrestler called Quincy Blake. It seems that he decided to pop his head out of his ass and attempt get a good face push thanks to Team EGO," Studd said as he eyed the jobber, "Well listen up you worthless pile of human excrement, the creation of charisma, along with the Franchise Player, NEVER put over jobbers like you. I mean, you make guys like Marauder seem like something of importance..."

More jeers came forward, but Studd was quick to raise a hand up in apology.

"Oh ok, I'm sorry, I'm giving Quincy too much credit...ok, ok, I apologize. What I meant to say was that you make guys like MELEE seem like a legend!"

Jack Wallace - What the hell did he just say?

Jeff Hartman - Oh shit.

Jack Wallace - What an asshole! What a fucking asshole! Melee is a deceased for god's sake, how dare he comment on such a legend.

And the fans totally agreed with the big amount of jeers that came forward...but that quickly changed, as suddenly Sean Studd found himself over the top rope and to the outside...for Quincy Blake had just clotheslined him over the top rope. The fans bolted to their feet as Quincy Blake ducked a clothesline by Trey Vincent and took the Franchise Player down with a drop toe hold. The fans were electric as TV's face bounced off the mat hard, causing TV to spring to his feet and find himself captured into a rolling belly to belly suplex by Quincy Blake!

Jack Wallace - Thats it! Kick both their asses Quincy!

Jeff Hartman - Ok, hell just froze over...Quincy actually is getting cheered.

Quincy could only take so much, and after Melee was verbally bashed...that was the last straw. He quickly pulled Trey to his feet, only to lock on a wrenching arm bar, pulling Trey's shoulder back. The fans were going INSANE as Quincy cried out in anger, as TV looked VERY close to tapping out. Blake wrenched the hold even harder, and harder, and harder, TV had his hand raised for the tap out, but suddenly Quincy felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, that caused Quincy to roll onto his stomach and grasped his head in pain...for Studd had just springboarded off the ropes and hit Quincy with a flipping leg drop. Sean Studd was quick to his feet and began sending the boots to the fallen Quincy Blake as much as he could, as Trey crawled to the corner and favored his shoulder.

Studd pulled Blake to his feet and cornered him at the turnbuckle before sending some more right hands into Quincy's face. Quincy finally ducked one shot and looked for a waistlock, but Studd quickly elbowed Blake in the side of the head, turned around, and planted Blake with a hard DDT. Blake remained on the mat as Studd quickly jumped to the second rope, than springboarded to the top rope, flipped backward and hit a perfect moonsault onto Blake, that caused Quincy to combulse a bit upon impact. The fans looked on in shock as Studd grinned ear to ear and looked to cover Blake... but suddenly, Blake had rolled Studd up in a small PACKAGE!!!

Jack Wallace - YES! HE HOOKED STUDD!

Jeff Hartman - NO WAY!

Jack Wallace - ONE!

Jeff Hartman - HA! He let go! The asshole still thinks a one count wins a match!

Quincy Blake jumped around the ring, as if he had just won the match, as the fans could only jeer at Blake for his idiocy. Studd looked up from the mat in his kneeling position, and cock an eyebrow up at Quincy Blake, who began to jaw jack to Sean Studd, who held back the laughter he had deep within him. Quincy Blake just grinned and pointed a finger at Studd, but as he turned around he was suddenly kicked into the gut by a very angry Trey Vincent. Trey Vincent than proceeed to hook both of Blake's arms and plant him with a Double Underhook Kneeling Face Buster called Glass Ceiling. Blake was down and out, and the duo of Team EGO could only grin and pull Quincy to his feet. Both Team EGO members whipped Blake to the ropes and clocked him with a double clothesline that knocked Blake right to the mat, followed by a double roaring elbow drop into the chest of Quincy Blake.

Trey Vincent looked as if he was going to cover, but quickly shook his head and began to pound right hands into Blake's skull, as Studd rested in the corner, enjoying the show. Quincy was helpless, his idiocy blinding him from the real world, and making him think he had won the contest. TV slowly pried the limp Blake from the mat and whipped him over to Studd, Studd simply side stepped and allowed Blake to crash into the corner. Studd than pulled Blake up to the top. Studd smiled and called over Trey, who than walked over to the corner and sent a sickening chop to Blake's chest, followed by a similar one by Studd. Trey than curled his fist, spat on it, wound up and clocked Quincy in the jaw. Quincy's body shot back, but was quick to be captured by Studd, who scaled the top rope and called for a certain move. It was at that moment at Studd bounced off the top, caught Quincy's head with a front face and DROPPED Quincy from the top turnbuckle with a Top Rope Diamond Cutter!

Jack Wallace - Oh for christs sake, the match is over,pin him already.

Jeff Hartman - NO! NO! MORE MAYHEM!

Quincy was combulsing in the center of the ring, much to the liking of Team EGO. It was at that moment that Trey and Sean consecutively bounced off opposite ends of the ring, leaped up in the air and consecutively dropped into Quincy Blake; Trey Vincent hitting the Big Time Fist Drop to the skull and Studd hitting the Big Time Leg Drop to the chest. Quincy was out cold after the very entertaining move, as Trey simply placed a hand over the fallen Quincy Blake and received the full three count, and it was over....or so we all thought. As Trey fell to one knee and smiled at the crowd, Studd had exited the ring and had grabbed two steel chairs. Studd threw one into the ring, and slid the other beneath the rope. Trey smiled widely as he somehow could read Studd's mind, as he leaped up to the apron.

Quincy was slowly getting to his feet, but before he could...the official attempted to save Quincy by getting him out of the ring...

WHACK!

So much for that, as TV had just wrapped the chair over the skull of the X Wrestling official! The fans jeered wildly, attempting to call out to Quincy Blake to get out of the ring, but he didn't. Instead, Quincy slowly turned around and found a chair being hurled into his face by Trey Vincent, luckily for Quincy, he caught the chair...or was he so lucky?

CRACK!

Fans - OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!

In almost an instant, Studd springboarded off the top rope, and hit a perfectly targeted missile dropkick that hit the chair directly into the skull of Quincy Blake. Blake hit the mat in a flash of an instant, as blood slowly began to trickle down his face; staining the wrestling ring below his limp body. Trey Vincent and Sean Studd gave one another a high five and looked to attack once more... until officials swarmed the ring and surrounded Quincy Blake to protect him.

Jack Wallace - Well it's about damn time! Get them out of here, they don't even deserve to be in the damn X Wrestling ring...I have no idea why Jason Roberts signed these assholes...but we're stuck with him.

Jeff Hartman - And if things keep going like this...this place may be Team EGO's before we know it!

Oh...how sweet it was...

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