Prospects or Rejects

PIW Massacre
Nov. 16, 2002

[Earlier today.]

Outside of the back entrance of the arena six people with various signs appeared to be protesting. "LET US IN!" the group chanted. "LET US IN! LET US IN!" One of the six shabby looking wrestlers stepped forward from among the pack of unknowns and yelled out "LET US IN! WE RULE! WE'RE EXTREME! WE WILL KICK ALL YOUR ASSES!"

The tall, muscular security guard with a moustache, dressed all in black, just stared at the group, arms folded. Emotionless.

"Step aside scrubs!" a booming voice came from behind the group.

The six scrubs turned around and came face to face with the most entertaining combination that sports entertainment has ever seen. The men smiled at the prospects, er, rejects, who stepped aside and allowed the two PIW superstars to step forward.

"Who said you could share the same pavement as Trey Vincent and Sean Studd?" Vincent asked.

The leader of the pack stepped forward.

"It's goes a little something like this."

Vincent cocked an eyebrow. "Its does? What is this, a love ballad?"

"This is supposed to be the place of the toughest and most extreme wrestlers in the world right??" the guy asked.

"Nah, you'd want the fWo for that," Studd said. "Oh wait," he said snapping his fingers. "You said tough and extreme. Nevermind. Go on."

The guy did. "Well i want to issue a challenge to the wrestlers that lace up the boots for the piw to talk to the head honcho and let him know that you want to face the best the world has to offer."

"Heh, you're looking at it," Studd said.

"Hey Sean, you bring your Moron-ese translator?"

The leader dude, continued. "So therefore you want to see them in a piw ring real soon. Do whatever he has to do to get us in the ring."

"Know how to mop?" Vincent asked as Studd chuckled.

"Under contract or not in some form or fashion we'll be at Massacre on the 16th of November."

"Um, that's today," Vincent noted.

"Oh no, PIW is being invaded like a porn star!" Studd added.

"You could even call it an attempted, penetration," Vincent decided.

"You could indeed," Studd concurred.

"Joe the apps are in, listen up and u listen closeley"

"Joe?" Studd and Vincent asked simultaeously.

"find any team you want and have them a MAssacre on Nov. 16 and the Lynch Mobb is there. Get ready the war is on. :) :) Don't sing it, Bring it."

"OK Scott," Vincent said rolling his eyes.

"Trey Vincent, since you're such a "funny" guy how bout you be the first victim of "Main Event"Chris Styles."

"You forgot to mention Trey Vincent is the most outrageous sports entertainer ever, so, no. I won't let you ride on my coattails to fame. Sorry."

"Since you got so much stroke around da company, tell the boss you to handle his biz and you all get it on Nov.16 on Massacre. Not so funny now huh."

"Was it EVER funny?" Studd wondered.

"I understand keep out what u can't handle," I guess, Chris is his name, continued like a bad Action! show. Vincent elbowed Studd in the ribs, just enough to get his attention. Studd stared at him for a second as Vincent raised his eyebrows and then smiled evilly.

"We know a thing or two about stroke," Studd said. "It's obvious you are all just, bursting with charisma. Listen, we'll see what we can do. We'll get you an interview with Jim Johnson."

Trey nodded and grunted in agreement. "Wait here, we'll be back."

Vincent and Studd headed into the arena as the group high-fived each other like retarded monkeys.

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