Did I Mention Studd's a Pussy?

Menace 6
Dec. 15, 2003
Starring: Trey Vincent
Writer: John Leary

Trey Vincent The camera showed a name on a door. Green letters on a black sign. That name?

TREY VINCENT.

In great sports entertainment tradition, the simple sight of a name on a door caused the crowd to boo. They booed even louder when the door opened and the man belonging to the name stood there, now dressed in an unbuttoned black dress shirt.

“Great news for all you Studd marks. He is in my dressing room. I’ve just been talking to him. And I think we’ve had a breakthrough. It’s going to be a joyful reunion. Yes, Team EGO is back together, fans. Aren’t you excited? Come in, scrub.”

The cameraman obliged. Inside of the room a large television monitor, at least a 36-inch screen, had been set up, and in front of that was a forest green couch and a glass table holding several bottles of Miller High Life Beer.

And oh yeah, there was a beautiful woman with bleached-blonde hair sitting on the sofa with a green bottle of wine in her hand. She waved at the camera. She was wearing black micro-shorts and a sexy black crop top. After running her fingers through her long, straight hair, she took a sip from the bottle, then smiled at Trey.

“WWC viewers, this is Nicole. Say hi, Nicole.”

“Hi, Nicole,” Nicole said, then laughing at her stupid joke.

“Nicole has been drinking. She’s finished off more than half of that bottle. Because drunk chicks are cool. Anyhow. Nicole. If you’d be so kind. We’d like to talk to Studd now.”

“Sure thing, honey,” she said as she lifted her legs in the air. Vincent grabbed hold of her shorts and slowly pulled them up her legs, over her ankles and then tossed them on the couch, getting a huge pop from the crowd. After all, how often do you get to see a twat on a wrestling program? Vincent grabbed hold off her tanned legs and ran his fingers up and down them for a moment before taking a seat on the table.

“Bring the camera in here,” Vincent said, as Vincent spread Nicole’s legs. She planted her feet on the sofa, keeping them as far apart as she could, and it was pretty far. The camera zoomed in on her pussy lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Sean Studd! Sean! You’ve been hiding there all this time!” Vincent said, getting a laugh pop from half the crowd, shock from another bit and a few boos. “I always knew you were a pussy, but Christ man, I had no idea you were such a BIG pussy,” Vincent said, chuckling.

“Jesus Satan, take a bath, Studd, you smell like fish!” The camera panned the crowd as guys laughed and pointed, women stared in shock and parents covered their children’s eyes and ears.

“But anyway, Studd, why have you been hiding from me all night?”

The camera stared at her pussy. It didn’t respond, obviously.

“Damnit, Studd. Why are you hiding behind that pubic hair. I know it’s you. Alright, fine, Studd. I always knew you sucked as a sports entertainer when you’d be better suited to box.”

Bwahahaha. Oh yeah! MARK OUT BITCHES!

Vincent took a seat behind the beautiful blonde on the couch and looked into the camera. “Sean Studd is just another pussy. A dime a dozen. Well, you’re gonna get fucked over at the pay-per-view anyway, Sean. Thank you, Nicole. You may put your shorts back on. Oh wait, on second thought. How about I toss this cameraman out and have some fun?”

She smiled seductively at Vincent. Vincent grabbed a bottle of Miller High Life and then a smashing sound was heard, followed by the camera falling to the floor. Nicole began moaning Trey’s name in pleasure and asking him to “give it to me” in the background before the feed was cut off.

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