The Devil is in Sin City
Time: 0245
Date: Sep. 8th 2016
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada

Inside the club B.W.P blinks his eyes a few times to adjust his eyes from going from light to dark, he makes his way to the front counter down the entrance hallway. He pays the gorgeous blonde with huge tits a twenty and is handed back a tend dollar bill, he smiles and winks at her, before crossing through the curtains in a doorway. Entering into a darkroom with a hint of purple lighting and a few neon lights spiraling around the club. Half naked, to fully nude girls walk around from customer to customer asking if they want a private or table dance. Bearded War Pig smiles at the site of naked women just walking around in a room trying to please men.

The customers range from thug to doctor with everything in between, which is a good thing for the girls since they all are unique in their own ways. B.W.P makes his way over to the ATM, where he pulls out three hundred dollars. Just as he turns around from the ATM, a medium breasted brunette in a pair of black panties and at least six-inch heels. B.W.P finishes looking her up and down, a smile etches across his face. Liking what he sees, his lips part as words flow from his mouth like a smooth river.

“Hey their doll, aren’t you a cute little number? “

“Awe you’re so sweet, I really like your beard.”

B.W.P chuckles and smiles as he walks up next to the stripper’s side, grabbing her arm as he walks by toward the main room with a total of five stages, one main, and four single caged stages.

“So where in this club is a booth I have some business with a client of mine and would love to have a nice booth to suit is comfort!”

“Actually all the booths are taken by groups right now, but there are a few tables up front. If you don’t mind I could get you seated then give you a little dance.”

The topless stripper pulls from B.W.P’s grasp and rubs her hand down his barrel chest, he just smiles and as soon as the smile starts it turns into a smirk, which is never good.

“Get the fuck off me you soulless cunt! What the hell do you mean you don’t have any booths? You better find me a fucking booth, right the fuck now. You know what just get your skank ass away from me. I’ll get my own fucking booth.”

“Fuck you, you fucking psycho asshole!”

“Oh yeah daddy loves dirty talk. Maybe I will take you up on that offer and take you out back smash your head off the dumpster repeatedly and then fuck your limp body until your pussy is just completely destroyed. You shitty father having, insecure, looking for attention, rotten vag having bitch!”

Bearded War Pig quickly grabs the stripper by the face and licks her cheek, she quivers in shame. This time around the stripper doesn’t even mumble anything back, just closes her mouth and storms away in disgust and fear. Bearded War Pig makes his way around the club looking for a booth to confiscate since he has very private important business to conduct with Smut’s cousin and out on the floor is just too crowded. B.W.P finds a booth with four preppy looking guys, most likely college students from rich families.

B.W.P charges up to the booth tucked away in a back corner of the club, stopping about two feet in front of the men and strippers with twenties and fifties hanging from their G-strings. Bearded War Pig smiles and begins staring at all the ladies one after another for about thirty seconds each. He then gives each of the preps the thousand-yard stare. They turn inward and laugh toward one another, not a good move. Bearded War Pig smirks and rubs his beard a couple times before he raises his aviators from his eyes to the top of his head.

“God dammit, don’t you shit heads understand I want you to get the fuck out of that booth and go waste mommy and daddy’s money on these skank a lank else where!”

The preps begin to laugh even harder, the girls become a little offended and begin scowling B.W.P, who is now becoming enraged by the little bastards. Before he can react to the laughter one of them in a green polo speaks out.

“Hey bro, you are a funny man you know that, why don’t you calm down a little have shot or ten on us and party with, what do you say broseph?”

This really irritates B.W.P, who quickly jumps from where he stands and lands feet first, followed by one of his fists on the table in front of the preps and strippers. His eyes glazed over in anger, which the group gathers because they begin to exit the booth in panic. Bearded War Pig grabs the one who spoke out by the throat and slams him back into the booth seating while still perched on the table.

“Did you come out of my mothers womb? No you didn’t. Did you serve next to me in Afghanistan? No you haven’t. Do you do fucking business with me? No you don’t, so never call me bro or any other variation of the word, got that fuck face?”

Bearded War Pig loosens up his grip just enough for the prep to talk.

“Okay I am sorry man, we didn’t know you liked the booth so much, we don’t want any more trouble.”

Bearded War Pig releases his grasp completely and hops down off the table moving to the side so the prep could get up and leave.

“That’s a good little bitch, put some pep in that step boy, daddy has business to conduct!”

Bearded War Pig laughs maniacally as he slides into the booth, which is no longer occupied. Quickly he begins scanning the floor and stages for a girl or girls to get dances from while he waits for Smut’s cousin to arrive. Not even for sure he will. B.W.P whistles at a waitress who is in very high shorts, a tied up referee shirt, and is on roller skates. The whistle catches her attention as she skates toward the booth he had confiscated less than two minutes ago. Arriving at the table, she displays a flirtatious smile, which puts a little spunk in B.W.P’s man junk.

“Hello their good lookin, what can I do you for?”

B.W.P’s dick tingles a little as he smiles in a sexual manner and the lick of his top lip seductively before replying.

“Oh there is so many different things I would be willing to pay you to do or allow me to do to you, but for now, I will just have a double of crown royal, and a St. Pauli Girl on tap if you have it.”

B.W.P pulls a twenty out and hands it to her. She accepts the twenty and smiles, before spinning around quickly on her roller blades, pausing for a moment with her ass right in B.W.P’s face. She then slowly bends over down to her ankle with her head, B.W.P slams his hand down on the table and almost pulls the wolf-howling scene from the movie Mask with Jim Carrey. The waitress then lifts herself slowly back to the upright position and begins to skate off toward the bar. B.W.P just melts back into the booth seat and basks in the galore of cheap pussy all over the club.

B.W.P’s phone begins to ring, he pulls it out, the screen reads “Smut”. This brings an even bigger smile on his face as he goes to press the green phone talk button...

To Be Continued...

Interview with the Undefeated
Time: 2300
Date: Sep. 10th 2016
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada

Bearded War Pig is in his changing room a while after he had defeated Seth Connors, he is standing in the corner his pants to his ankles and someone obviously on their knees behind him. A camera crew had let themselves in and begins recording the gloriousness of what seems to be a victory blowjob. The crew begins to snicker among themselves, this catches B.W.P’s attention, and he turns his head to be staring down three men and one women. The three men carry video, audio, and a prompter, the women just holds a microphone in her hand. B.W.P can’t help but picture the microphone as his hard cock.

While imagining the unknown interviewer, gagging noises can be heard as his hands reach out in front of him onto an unknown women’s head. Bearded War Pig then turns his attention back to the camera crew and interviewer.

“This shouldn’t take too, long, probably go a little faster if you came over here sweet heart and stick your finger in my asshole. While Katie here keeps gagging on my latex covered cock. What, she could have the herps.”

The interviewer just stares in disgust as she begins sweating, B.W.P can see she really doesn’t want to and speaks up.

“Okay sweet tits, get your ass over here shove a pinky in my stinky and caress my nuts until I say I am about to cum like a fire hose, I mean if you want the interview that is?”

The unknown interviewer knows now she has to fulfill Bearded War Pigs request, because her boss told her, “get the interview or go home and never come back to work.” In other words if she didn’t get the up and coming star of XWF’s post match interview she’d be fired. So she takes a large gulp and walks over toward the pants less B.W.P and nude Katie Smackins. B.W.P smiles and nods to her as her hand caresses his saliva soaked nut sack dangling from Katie’s chin, he groans and moans a little as he licks the interviewers ear whispering.

“I am almost there sweet heart, time to get the pinky stinky babe!”

Just as the interviewer is about to stick her pinky in B.W.P’s ass he grabs her hand and shakes his head.

“I’m fucking with you, nothing goes in my ass darling, you want an interview you got it, start it whenever this maybe a while, I’m not a one pump chump like that Peter Gilmour duesch nozzle. I like to please as equally as I am getting pleased you know what I mean?”

The Interviewer shrugs her shoulders not knowing what the insane B.W.P could be saying. B.W.P rolls his eyes as his fingers run through Katie’s hair he grasps her hair slamming her head down and thrusting his hips toward the wall. He then slowly pulls his shaft slightly out her throat and turns his attention back to the interview.

“I kind of treat everything like I treat my sex, I’m going to please the XWF with victories and ratings, since they seem to already have a little faith in me, by even tossing me in the tag tournament with a complete stranger. The man known as Ghost Tank, a man who most likely prefers to work alone, but yet they still believe we could stand a chance, which I know we do. Ghost Tank might have his doubts not this guy, hell fucking no, I won’t accept failure, we will go round after round, lifeless, limp, broken, and bloodied, but we will get the shot at the gold.”

Bearded War Pig places his hands on the back of his head as he stares down at Katie who is looking up at him, both looks of satisfaction. The moment is ruined as the interviewer continues with a question for B.W.P.

“Well since you brought it up, that is what I came here to find out, we wanted to know how you felt since some of the tag tournament guys have spoken out about the match and the people participating in it.”

“Great I wanted to speak my mind on some of my opponents again, especially since I know a few things on how they feel about me. So First I will discuss Dr. Dicklips or whatever the fuck his name is, the dude didn’t really have anything to say about me, but he talked some mad shit on my partner. I don’t know about all of you but those are fighting words where I come from. So now you have a pissed off marine gunning for you Dicklips. You shouldn’t live in the past and focus more on the now, because you’re creped ass better be hitting the gym hard, sparring with trainers day in and day out, because I for see us meeting in the second round.

If that is the case, you better just let Unknown Soldier start the match and never let him tag you in, because I am coming for your throat, I want to rip your vocal cords from with in your skin. Ghost Tank maybe a little nervous and or doubtful, but he has yet to see what kind of animal I will become to guarantee a win. You say he needs to learn from a used up thirty two year old whale of a man, no he just needs to stand tall like a mountain and shadow his enemies for months! Ghost Tank my man, don’t listen to those haters, they are all just scared of what is to be.

Now on to an even more fucktard of a man Peter has no wiener Gilmour! The man’s voice alone irritates me, then he fuels the fire even more by talking smack. So now I am pissed you see I figured he would retaliate which is exactly what I wanted, gives me more reason to beat his punk ass. I know for sure he and I will meet in the ring at some point, hopefully during the tag tournament. He seems to think he will end my game, but boy let me tell you this, you can never end a real players game!

You may have beaten my random partner who XWF assigned me before, but now he is teamed up with an undefeated mad man, with a goal to achieve, that goal is to get a shot at those tag belts and start my reign here in XWF. Oh and don’t think for a second all that shit talk about being the most sadistic and scary man in XWF or whatever scared me, it was shit to be honest. Reminded me of one of those b rated horror films, not very convincing, you know what I mean. I just feel bad you are going to be the reason McBride doesn’t get to have a shot at the belts because of you... I am sure you will find some way to make it up to him, Peter, Peter with no wiener!”

Bearded War Pig starts forcing Katie down on his shaft faster and deeper as saliva begins to flow down his balls and drip to the floor causing a small puddle of Smackin’s spit.

To Be Continued...