Mr WGWF:Oh, Peter. I'm so glad you've come to accept who you truly are. It's such a great feeling to finally be open, isn't it? That's why I've thrown you this party. It's to honor you, and your decision to finally accept who you are. Welcome, my new friend. Welcome to the Young Lovers Club. We don't discriminate against those that choose to take lovers as young as you do. See, Barbie is a bit young for some people. She's pushing the boundary of being too old for me, though. I normally like them around Thirteen to Fifteen, but her ripe young vagina was just calling to me. I understand you’d prefer a different age group, and gender. That’s just fine, Peter. We are a no judgment zone here. So, welcome to your Party.

Pest throws his arms back and a curtain falls behind him. He is standing in a room full of young boys. There’s a table set up, with cake on it, and some of the boys are seated there eating hot dogs. Others are off playing with toys in the background.

Mr WGWF:Peter, I take my lovers young, and since you've started admitting your lust for Christian Gunn's young ripe anus I've decided to open my arms in acceptance. Peter, I accept you. No, I do more than accept you. I call you my brother. As it turns out, you and I are cut from the same clothe, and that's perfectly fine by me, now. Sure, you're a horrible wrestler, a whiny bitch, and just useless excuse for human being. But you are now a member of my club. Good for you. I got you a gift, my new friend.

Pest walks over and stands behind a young black child eating his third hot dog of the day.


Mr WGWF:His name is Jamal. Jamal here is ten, and likes playing Basketball and Pokemon on his Nintendo 3DS. His father died in a drug deal gone wrong.I promised him that you would take him out to the movies, buy him games and let him meet famous Basketball players. Do you like Jamal, Peter? He likes you. He needs a new daddy, and you could be his new daddy. Peter, he wants to hold you close at night. Oh, you don't want Jamal? Is it because he's black? That's fine, we have others we can work with.We have Luke.

Pest shoves Jamal to the ground and begins to walk towards a white boy playing with a Dragon figure over in the back of the room. He begins to rub the child's hair, and shoulders.

Mr WGWF:This is Luke. Both of his parents were killed in a home invasion, and he needs someone to protect him. Will that be you, Peter? Luke loves Dragons. Didn't you offer to show your dragon to Christian your dragon? It looks as if I've found the perfect match for you, Peter. Please, stop by and see him. He could use you. Would you love to hold him tightly, take him to movies, maybe introduce him to your new transsexual valet? You guys could play at being a real family in public, but when the doors close you and he can be the lovers you both crave. Groom him to be the perfect lover for you, Peter.

Pest kneels down and gives Luke a hug. He then lifts Luke in his arms and tosses him in the air. The boy lets out a joyous squeal.

Luke:I've always wanted a daddy. Will this Peter be my new daddy?

Mr. WGWF:I hope so. He is a Young lover, just like I am. Only, I don't like little boys. Peter has admitted to loving the thrill of young boys, such as yourself. He wants to show you his Dragon. He has lots of money, a nice house, a girlfriend who will be your mommy, and an iron clad contract with the XWF. He is indestructible.

Pest sets the child down and walks away from the group of kids. He sits at a table three sizes too small, and picks up a hot dog.

Mr. WGWF:See, Peter. That's one of the biggest differences between you and I; you like little boys and trannies. Hence those abominations of women you claim to love. The women you so easily replace, but Luke, and Christian Gunn? They'll stay with you until they turn 18 and you get tired of them being legal. You love the scent of a sweaty sack of a prepubescent boy. You long to rock him gently to sleep after rocking his tight little asshole on your turgid, unimpressive pecker. Does your mother know about your desires? My mother knew of my longing for nubile flesh. It's nothing to be ashamed of, these kids today parade around their tight little jeans, and their cut off shirts. Showing those perfectly flattened stomachs, with the tight little cheeks. It's enough to almost drive a man insane. I mean, Peter what are you supposed to do when you come across a field full of young girls playing soccer in their ever so short shorts? Breasts starting to poke out of their chest, and you know you can almost smell the scent of fresh blood dripping down their cervical canal! PETER WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?! What could possibly be done to assuage the beast that stirs in my loins? What do you do? Do you dress your current lover up as a young boy and ass fuck them until they can no longer feel it? HOW DO YOU CONTROL YOURSELF, PETER?!

At this point Pest is standing up clawing at the Dildo crown screaming. He sees that the children are frightened, and their screams begins to pierce the airwaves as if tiny daggers fluttered through the ears of all around. One of the day care assistants, a volunteer, came into the room. A young girl, around 14, curly red hair fluttered passed her shoulders and laid gently betwixt her shoulder blades. Her green eyes widened at the sight of Pest standing there. Her freckled cheeks began to fold up as her mouth opened to let out a scream. Pest moved quickly, and with one hand silenced her mouth, his other hand found its way to her knees, and the hem of her skirt. Palms silently moved to meet in the middle.

Mr. WGWF:Girl, I'm going to remove my hand, and then you will not scream. You will speak in a hushed tone, and we will discuss this situation like adults. You're almost an adult now, aren't you?

His low hand had found its way to her panties.

Girl:I'm only 13. Please don't hurt me.

Mr. WGWF:Thirteen? My dear, I'd never hurt you. Not unless you asked me to.

Girl:Why would I ask you to hurt me?

Mr. WGWF:I don't know. I have a friend, her name is Barbie. She likes it when I hurt her. What's your name?

She answers weakly. Afraid if she says it too loudly he'll hear and never give it back.

Girl:My name is Marissa.

Mr. WGWF:Well, Marissa. I'm Pest. We can be friends, right? What are you doing here, Marissa?

Marissa:I got in trouble at school, and have to volunteer here as a punishment. If we're friends, can I ask you something?

Mr. WGWF:Yes, of course. Marissa. Such a pretty name, by the way.

Marissa:Why are you rubbing my special place? Mommy said no one is supposed to touch there.

Mr. WGWF:Because friends do that for each other. Would you be willing to rub my special place?

Marissa:I don't know. Mommy said I shouldn't touch other people's special places. That's what I got in trouble for. I was rubbing another girl's special place in the library.

Mr. WGWF:Did she like it? Because Friends do that for each other.

Marissa:No, I should go.

Mr. WGWF:Please don't. I can feel that you want this.

Marissa swatted his hand away and ran out of the building.

Mr. WGWF:Do you see that, Peter? I was shot down, but I still tried. That's the important thing. Trying, something you do very rarely. Unless it's trying for that fifth helping of Chicken Pot Pie. But this Monday, you had better try and avoid me. Because what you saw last time was only a mere fraction of the animal I have become since being driven from here. Peter, I am a true monster. Not the monster you pretend to be, the real deal. I admit who I am, and what I am. I do as I want, and destroy what crossed me. I am the GODDAMN GOD OF EMPTINESS! PETER DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID TO YOUR BUDDY DARREN "DANGEROUS"? BECAUSE OF ME HE IS GONE! I REMOVED THE TRASH! I WILL REMOVE YOU AS WELL! DO NOT FUCKING SET ONE FOOT IN THE RING WITH ME THIS WEEK! I AM THE GODDAMNED GOD OF EMPTINESS!