Take 3
PIW Massacre
Nov. 9, 2002
 A soft thump, thump, thump was heard coming down the hallway.
Trey Vincent, head down on his desk, almost in defeat, cocked an ear up at the odd noise and reluctantly turned his eyes toward the doorway. What he saw, he couldn't believe.
A familiar face was back in PIW.
Shawn FX!
In a CHICKEN SUIT!
Vincent sat bolt upright in his chair, almost tipping it over in shock. The fans let out laughter and cheers for the pathetic sight. Vincent grabbed onto the desk to balance himself. A few yellow feathers fell from FX's costume. Vincent could not believe he was seeing Shawn FX's face coming out from the giant beak of a giant yellow chicken suit. FX flapped his arms a couple of times and more feathers flew. Vincent stared down at FX's chicken feet, jaw wide open.
With a monotone voice, FX began speaking. "I need my job back," deep breath. "I want to be your partner," deep breath. "We will rule," deep breath. "We will be the best," deep breath. "We will be entertaining," deep breath.
Vincent was still staring in disbelief. "What the hell is that," he said, pointing up and down at FX from head to foot to head to foot and up and down again.
FX frowned. "It is my new job since I got fired," deep breath.
Vincent shook his head in disgust. "Well, you got fired for doing your best impersonation of cardboard. At least you've got a gimmick now."
A new figure walked in the door. At first, Vincent got a smile on his face when he saw the boobs under the low cut green gown with a slit up the right side. His smile quickly turned to horror.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Vincent screamed out.
Those weren't real boobs.
And he recognized the effeminate face, vaguely.
Shawn Steele! The crowd in the arena roared in surprise or disgust at this odd turn of events. Steele was in full make-up, and hair curled up all nice and pretty.
"Hey Shawn," FX greeted before another deep breath. "Shawn Inc. is back together in PIW again," deep breath.
"Hey Shawn," Steele said. "Laid any good, eggs lately?" Steele asked before breaking into hysterics. "Ah, I'm so funny."
Vincent stood up, scratching his head and headed around to the other side of the table. "Steele, I know you look like a woman naturally, but why are you dressed up like a drag queen!?"
"Well, it's a funny story actually. I really never got fired from PIW. I just pretended to get fired. Jim Johnson dressed me up like a woman. It's my new gimmick." He winked at Vincent.
"DON'T YOU EVER WINK AT ME AGAIN. NO WINKING!!!"
Both Shawn's recoiled at Vincent's screams.
Vincent was about to tear the jobber tag team a new one, when all of a sudden, he was yet again distracted by another new entrant into the room. Vincent looked to the door.
"Now these are the poorest excuses of Shawns that I have ever witnessed in my entire life"
The figure was very unfamiliar, as Trey Vincent cocked one single eyebrow up in confusion, as this brash young man entered his office. TV, still frustrated at the site of the two Shawn's entering the office...just looked completely rageful at the young man that had just stepped in his office. The female fans seemed very happy at the site of this prospect, as he the man wore an open silk vest and dark denim pants. His black hair was slicked backward, and his eyes remained hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. He slowly lowered his sunglasses, exposing his smothering brown eyes...the female fans cheered at the sexiness of the young man, as he cocked an eyebrow up of his own...starring into the face of TV. The fans blew up in laughter as TV just looked like a contorted rageful beast...
"And who the fuck are you?", blurted out TV.
The young man just let out a faint and arrogant laugh as he pushed his sunglasses back up to his eyes and smiled widely.
"I'll introduce myself soon. But, looking at the sight of your face Trey...it looks like you might need some constipation medicine", laughed out the young man, as he slapped Trey Vincent on the shoulder in a jokingly matter. Suddenly, Trey's face went to one of a grin, almost impressed at the comment. The man just smiled, "I'm just foolin' ya Trey, my friend"
"Actually, I came here to participate in your tryout. I too understand the true meaning of entertainment, I don't want to see the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling become a dull, rotting, pile of steaming, hot, human waste", the man smiled once again, "But when I saw how this was going Trey, I just had to get over here as fast as I could. I mean, who wants to see Mister Monotone laying an egg?", said the brash young man as he pointed at the ridiculous Shawn FX...
"And who wants to see this sick, demented, and confused freak soon whore himself to the entire gay roster...aka Jamal Wilson?", the fans grimaced in disgust at the mere thought of it. The man could hear the "ugh" from the crowd and nodded, "Just as I thought. I mean, this is the year of 2002 my friends. FX, for christ sake's man, another federation already pulled the whole chicken suit thing...hell, you didn't even give us a good 'buck buh gock' "
Suddenly, out of nowhere...
PLOP!
The man cocked an eyebrow up in disgust, as did Trey Vincent. As Shawn FX...had just laid an egg. Even Shawn Steele cocked an eyebrow up, amongst his drag queen persona. Suddenly the brash young man couldn't take much more and suddenly.
THWACK!
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!"
With a huge CLAP heard across the arena, the man floored Shawn FX with a superkick to the side of the jaw. The big chicken named Shawn FX remained on the floor, next to his egg, as it rolled right to the feet of Shawn Steele. Shawn Steele quickly began to cower away from the brash young man, as he just stared directly at Shawn. But the man had a gentle smile upon his face, as he slowly reached his hand out and held Steele on the shoulder.
"Now Steele...that is what happens to those that do unentertaining, and frankly disgusting, acts on a television program like Massacre. Such acts are not to be tolerated...understand?", grinned the man, as Steele frantically nodded, "Good, for you see...I'm a very understanding man...and I am just giving you the warning...that if..."
WHAM!
The fans let out another "OOOOOHHH!", as a steel chair was suddenly hurled across the air and smashed the drag queen Steele directly in the skull. The man just looked up at Trey and grinned, as Trey slapped the dust from his hands and smiled and shrugged. Trey shrugged as if to say 'what?', as he said, "Hey, he was unentertaining."
The man laughed, "I completely understand"
"So...", began Trey, "What's your name kid?"
"Studd...Sean Studd", said the brash young man, who was now deemed Sean Studd, "And I am only the Amazon of Athletesism, The Epitome of Entertainment, the Lover of Ladies, The Innovator of Inteligence, The Meaning of Man...and of course...the Studd of Satisfaction", the fans ate up every word the young man spilled from his mouth, as Sean Studd simply grinned once more and patted Trey on the chest.
"And just in case my ability of entertainment could not convince you of my ability of being YOUR partner in crime", Studd suddenly backed up and walked outside the office. He let out a loud whistle to the hallway, and quickly waved over someone. Trey Vincent just placed his hands over his chest and looked on in confusion...wondering what Sean Studd had in mind. But suddenly, TV's decision was made. For before TV, stood TWO simply beautiful women. One was a blonde with a tight red dress, with everything showing but her nipples and twat. The other was a brunette with a very short skirt and a tube top. TV let out a grin as Studd stood in between them, arm in arm.
"So tell me Trey, have you reached a decision?", asked the arrogant Studd.
All Trey did was quickly grab the brunette and brought her close...
"Yes I have, and I'm sure you know the answer is yes. But the real question is...what will they be reaching for by the end of the night?", asked Trey as he slowly began to reach down to the brunette's rear end. The woman could only sexually smile and enjoy, as Studd looked over at Trey and gave Trey the answer in the form of...the *wink*.
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