Take 2

PIW Massacre
Nov. 9, 2002

What a night it was for one, Trey Vincent. It was a night where he was determined to find a partner in saving the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling, but thus far things weren't going exactly as planned. Sure, he had many prospects entering his specially designed office quarters, but no one was even worth the time or pleasure of glancing upon Trey Vincent's million dollar face. Hell, in TV's eyes...the interviewees should be paying HIM for the time he was wasting on these no named losers. He just sat at his desk, his face hidden behind his hand...which constantly rubbed his forehead. It was a night alright...a long night.

"Jesus Christ, when you usually think of a long night with Trey Vincent...you think of a night of hot sex", commented TV to himself, "But tonight...I could be doing so many better things. I could be entertaining in the ring, I could be entertaining out of the ring...but I sacrifice my time for PIW...why?", asked TV looking at the heavens, "Because I need to entertain..."

And with the reassurance fresh in Trey Vincent, he tightened a fist and flashed a grin to himself.

"Okay, that's it, no more mister hard ass. I have to remember that this isn't a nazi camp...this is an entertainment corporation of a team unity. And if I want it to run successfully, I have to be alittle more loose, comfortable, and let things slide", he was determined as he slammed his fist into the beautifully designed table. Trey Vincent had flashed a smile across his face as he quickly lifted his application slip and looked at the list, "Time to get things rolling, I'm ready for anything..."

"NEXT", yelled out TV, as he looked down at his list. TV heard the door open and smiled widely, as his finger ran down the list. Suddenly, in almost a matter of two seconds, the grin on Vincent's face slowly faded to one of shock and horror. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped as he eyed the name on the list...the next tryout. He gritted his teeth in anger and shot his head up at the next applicant....

"Heeyyyyyyyy Treyyyyy Baby!"

The fans looked on and almost fell off their seats, as the crippled Jamal Wilson stood in front of Trey Vincent...in nothing but a towel. Trey Vincent looked in utter shock, as Jamal just stood with his neck brace and towel. Trey didn't believe what the hell was going on and just sat there in shock, not able to move. Jamal blushed and grinned sexually as Trey stared at Jamal's face in confusion. Trey attempted to get something out, but he couldn't speak. Jamal just stood...

"Oh, I'm sorrrrrry", smiled Jamal, "I was taking a shower, but had to rush to get here, "But while I'm here...so vulnerable...maybe I can convince you of giving me the partnership...in a more...", Jamal looked up to the ceiling, as if thinking, "unique way. And believe me, the ratings WILL go through the roof...so might something else...", and with one final grin...

The camera switched views, to behind Jamal...and the fans blew up in laughter. For the towel are Jamal Wilson slowly fell to the ground. It was a shocking moment, and immediately Trey reacted. In almost in matter of seconds, a chair came flying at Jamal Wilson. Jamal looked in utter shock, standing vulnerable. Trey looked up, fuming in rage as he pointed to the door....

"Get...the...fuck...OUT!", screamed out Trey.

"Oh c'mon Trey...don't hate...", a sexual grin came from Jamal, "Just masterbate..."

WHAM!

A trophy came soaring through the air, and nearly clocked Jamal in the skull. The crippled Jamal looked on in horror, as Trey Vincent suddenly began to climb over the desk. Jamal took one last look of fear, before sprinting out of the office. Trey Vincent charged the door and quickly reopened the door to hurl the chair at Jamal once more.

"AND DON'T FUCKING COME BACK!", screamed out Trey Vincent, before slamming the door shut. The fans were in a huge amount of laughter, as Trey stood in a fit of rage, staring at the closed door. He fixes his trunks and quickly kicked Jamal's towel away from him. So much emotion was going through Trey's mind, but it could all be sumed up in two single words. Two words that came from Trey's mouth soon after. He took one last huff of breathe and mummbled...

"Dumb Fag"

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