Time For A Change

PIW Massacre
Nov. 9, 2002

"Is this thing on?" Trey Vincent asked as a black screen faded into a close up of his face, so close, it was basically on his nose. The camera then rocked backwards before stabilizing as Vincent shoved away the cameraman, who managed to stay on his feet. It has gotten to the point where Vincent has to steal cameras and cameramen just to get airtime.

Jenny Jiggles was standing beside Vincent. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against her so they were hip to hip. Jenny smiled.

"How can I help you Trey," Jenny asked.

"Well, Jenny. Two things. First of all, when you go to the hotel tonight and have to hump that wrinkled up piece of crap known as Jim Johnson, thinking about nothing but the inheritance you're gonna get when he finally croaks, you can now think of having Trey Vincent's strong arm wrapped around your yummy body and think of me and scream out in pleasure. For the 30 second ride."

Some of the fans in the arena cheered and laughed as Vincent mocked PIW's big boss.

"For when the ladies think of Trey Vincent, yourself included, they can't help but get a little juicy. So tonight, Jenny, let Trey Vincent be your mental orgasm, since you ain't gonna be having one anytime soon with that pathetic creature known as Jim Johnson."

Jenny smiled nervously as the fans in the arena watching cheered.

"But enough with the entertaining sex talk. Jenny. How long are you usually in the shower for? Twenty minutes? Thirty minutes? Well, hell, Trey Vincent needs a mental orgasm as well. But it just ain't gonna happen in PIW in the sad shape it's in. Why you ask, even though Trey Vincent didn't hear ya ask it. PIW is in grave danger of boring everyone."

Vincent shook his head and Jenny jumped as if she had been shocked from behind and looked behind herself. Vincent chuckled.

"Who do you think is going to save PIW from becoming another failed federation like so many others? KroW? The Steve Blackman lookalike has closed even more feds than Trey Vincent. Sylo? A blue haired steroid monster. JCon. The biggest piece of trash walking the halls back here. Rune Winters? A man who is obviously incredibly pissed off because his dick is about two inches long. Joey Starr? Another scrub trying to rip-off Trey Vincent. No, no, NO. All of them, SUCK."

The crowd popped a bit at the all-out assault on some of the bigger names in PIW.

"The balance between those who suck a suckload of suck and the true, charismatic, sports entertainers is incredibly out of balance. And sadly, Trey Vincent cannot save PIW alone. So tonight, just as Batman needed a Robin, Buffy needed the Scooby Gang and Sky Lopez needs a warm sausage in her mouth, Trey Vincent needs," he holds for a dramatic pause. "A partner in crime.

"PIW should be shut down for impersonating a sports entertainment company. Trey Vincent is here to bring PIW up to code. PIW needs unpredictability. PIW needs entertainment. PIW needs AUDACITY. So if anybody here tonight thinks they're up for the job, come and visit Trey Vincent tonight for an interview. Who will join the Pinnacle of Sports Entertainment? The Sports Entertainment Icon. Jenny?"

She shrugged.

Vincent nodded down towards his crotch.

She stared at him.

He nodded down again, this time also moving his eyes. Repeatedly. Then, she got it and her eyes followed. She saw Vincent was holding his crotch.

"If you're lucky, this could be YOUR hand some day," Vincent said, letting go of her, after once again doing something that made her jump and look behind herself. "Split the scrub," he said walking backwards down the hallway, "bring half his money with you and this is all yours! Wooga!"

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