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Sarah The Jobber Slayer

Death

From Wippit Guud to Justin Toxicated?

PIW Massacre
Oct. 19, 2002

Trey Vincent [Earlier today.]

Trey Vincent had just arrived to the arena, oh, a few minutes ago. He usually arrived early, checked in and then headed out to scope out the city. He was on his way to do just that when a lovely voice stopped him.

"Oh, Trey."

Vincent turned around and saw the hot, beautiful, voluptuous, scrumptious, delectable, seductive, yummy, exquisite, angelic slut who was married to the owner of PIW. Yep, Jenny Jiggles.

"Jenny Jiggles-Johnson. BWAHAHAHA," Vincent laughed out. "You jiggle Jimmy's johnson! BWAHAHAHA. OK. What's up darling? Cuz I know what's up on my end."

Jiggles took a look at his crotch.

"Hey, look me in the eyes, baby," Vincent said with a smirk, looking at her breasts.

She stooped down. "Trey. I wanted to ask you about"

A familiar face, wearing sunglasses, headed down the hallway towards them. Wippit Guud.

"Oh no," Vincent said. "Wipster. You're still feeling low?"

No response. Guud only stared at Vincent from behind his sunglasses.

"It's all about sports entertainment buddy. You've got the sports part down. One of these gimmicks will hit for you. You just need to be a little patient. You're the first sports entertainer I've taken under my wing. I know you were in jOlt and the idiots there didn't give you any direction. But Trey Vincent is here to help you."

Guud looked down at the floor, still silent. His trademark smile was long gone.

"You're in the big time now," Vincent exclaimed. "PIW. With the Pinnacle of Sports Entertainment. The Sports Entertainment Icon. The man who knows how to make things entertaining. I can see you're a bit down. But you know what always makes me feel better?"

Wippit shrugged.

Vincent walked to him and put an arm around his shoulders. "Alcohol."

Guud pulled away. "OHH, no."

"Wipster, if I've learned anything from the biggest sports entertainers of all-time, I've learned one thing. Alcoholics get pushes. Hell, just look at J-Con. Who are you fighting tonight?"

"Hank Harold."

"Who the hell is that?" Vincent shook his head. "Doesn't matter. We'll go out on the town. Have a few beers. Come back and show Jiim Johnson what a great lush you are. Then I bet he'll be so impressed, you get the win! It's RATINGS GOLD, buddy. Johnson isn't a complete idiot, right Jenny?"

"Sorry?" she asked, not following the conversation.

Vincent stared at her for a comedic pause. "Hmm. Anyway. Wip = PIW backwards. So, let's go get you ass backwards drunk! Then your world should finally be right. Hell, maybe we can even get you laid. You seem really tense.

Vincent grabbed Guud and started dragging him down the hallway toward the exit. He shouted back, "Always a pleasure, Jenny. Wanna come join us?"

"Umm. I better not," she said, sounding a tad disappointed.

"Your loss. Stop struggling Wip. You know you wanna get drunk and sports entertain."

The door crashed open and Vincent dragged Guud out to do who knows what to him. Well, maybe we'll find out now exactly what Vincent made him do.

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