Another Gimmick In The Bag

PIW Massacre
Oct. 12, 2002

Trey Vincent Wippit walked down a backstage hallway, and the fans in the arena cheered to see him, although it's not a big a pop as would normally be heard for the 'diminutive' wrestler. And for the second week in a row, his smile is missing from his face. In fact, if you were to try to describe his expression, you could say he looked dejected

"WIP!" an all-too familar booming voice echoed down the mostly deserted hallway.

Wippit turned and saw Trey Vincent approaching him, and rolled his eyes.

"Trey, I'm not in the mood right now." said Wip, "Your gimp idea didn't help me at all."

"Oh come on. Nobody is perfect. If you want the fans to like you, you need a gimmick. And last week's was entertaining as all hell, but you lost. Which is OK. That Hollow Loggy guy was tough. But if you lose on your first match after a gimmick change, you're bound to job forever. So we've got to wipe the slate clean and start from scratch. So with that in mind," he says raising up a duffel bag, "I've got something that is gonna change your life."

"Noo-oooo... no no no no. I'm not trying another gimmick, it'd just be another lame costume with a lame idea, that'll get me nowhere. If I'm gonna job, I'd rather job as myself." stated Wippit flatly.

"Well, this gimmick is different. Trey Vincent has never seen this gimmick done to its full possibilities, and Wipster, my man, I think YOU of all people, could pull it off successfully. And besides," Vincent said, pulling out a big wad of papers with the word MASSACRE SCRIPT on the front. "If this script is correct, through an amazingly bad number of swerves, or one or two, whatever, I didn't read too closely, you are gonna end up having a match. And what better way to debut this gimmick then against the Preacher Nathan Daniels."

"What," asked Wippit, "Does Nathan Daniels have to do with this?"

"Who is taking you under his wing and trying to mold you into a big star? Trey Vincent. So where's the trust? Where's the love? Where's the appreciation? I went to a lot of trouble to get this stuff for you. Did you hear the fans before? Where is the pop?"

The fans cheer.

"You hear that? Nothing compared to what it used to be. This gimmick, it's GOLD. Come on, let's go get ready."

"Ok, fine... I'll give it one more shot..." Wippit decided, "but there better not be another dildo in that bag"

Wippit walked past Vincent and Vincent began following him. Vincent quickly unzipped the duffel bag.

"There most definitely is not," Vincent said. As they walked down the hall, Vincent quickly pulled a red double-headed dildo from the bag and threw it in a nearby garbage can.

"What was that?" Wippit asked.

"Huh? I didn't hear anything," Vincent said innocently as they kept walking down the hallway.

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