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Sarah The Jobber Slayer

Death

Drunken Feckers

Menace 4
Dec. 1, 2003
Starring: Trey Vincent and Sean Studd
Writer: John Leary

Trey Vincent and Sean Studd, formerly Team EGO. Tonight, they would be competing in one of the toughest contests there is.

No, not a wrestling match.

A drinking contest.

Between them sat a round table, on which sat 35 bottles. Trey had already had one before Studd visited him. Whoever drank the most would win. To lose? Puke, tip over or go take a piss. Medics with stomach pumps were standing by.

'I still can't believe you're drinking this faggy beer,' Studd said.

'It's not my fault that a beer company wants to pay me to drink their beer. Mmmmmmm, Miller High-Life. It's the Champagne Of Beers,' Trey said, turning to the camera.

'It's not my fault you're a whore for money.'

'Are we gonna chat all day or do this?'

'Oh, you know, a little of both,' Studd said with a grin.

'Good. At least we're on the same wavelength.'

'After all, I can chat AND beat you at a drinking contest.'

Trey popped the top of a bottle and put it up to his lips. The thing was empty in about 15 seconds. And it wasn't the sort of spilling it all over your body and the floor variety. Hardcore chugging!

'Impressive, Trey. I always thought you were big on deep throat action.'

'Better than the deep anal you're into. How is your buddy Greg these days? He still able to get it up and in for you?'

Studd shook his head in a 'whatever' sort of way and then guzzled down his beer. Pretty much in about the same time as Vincent had finished.

'Oh yeah?' Vincent asked. Guzzle. 2-1 Vincent.

*Burp* 'Yeah.' *guzzle*

*Burp* *guzzle*

*BUUUUUUUURP!'

'Holy Christ, Trey!'

'Huh?'

'I didn't realize you'd be spraying me with lethal gas.'

'You challenged me to this contest, didn't you?'

...

'What the FUCK does that have to do with anything?'

'Oh, fuck you, Studd. You fag.'

Knock on the door. 'Come in,' Studd shouted.

A person wearing the WWC colors entered, holding a boombox.

'What is this?' Vincent wondered.

'Oh, nothing.'

Studd grabbed the boombox and hit the play button. The sound of water trickling was heard. The camera zoomed in on Vincent. He cocked an eyebrow at Studd. The camera zoomed out to find Vincent was sitting forward, his hand on his crotch, as if trying to suppress, something, from coming out.

'What's the matter, Trey? Need to take a piss? Need to break the seal?'

'No! Never! You won't defeat me that easily.'

...

Trey runs to the bathroom. The sound of urine hitting the toilet water is heard.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh yeah!'

Vincent comes back out. 'What were we doing?'

'I just beat you in the contest?'

'What contest? You're really getting on my nerves and this isn't over!' Fist shake for emphasis.

Vincent stumbled out of the room as Studd chuckled at Vincent. Poor drunken fecker.

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