The clouds above part as the heavens above descend our mind, body, and spirit down from the sky high above, and as quickly as the speed of light down to an aerial shot view. It's a vast panoramic shot of a large shopping center on the east coast of Florida, completely loaded with cars and people to max capacity. All of them fighting to collect supplies to hopefully withstand the wicked hurricane Matthew that is head their way. People all over the place are fighting for space to get closer inside the mall and grocery store, and cars packed like sardines all the way up to the sidewalk in a traffic jam trying to fight for parking spots, very unlikely to find one due to the fact that all of them have already been taken. Swarms of people are getting out of their cars and are greeted with other road ragers yelling at one another, accomplishing nothing in this catastrophe mess of confusion.

A wave of the crowd begins dispersing and forming a path for a very particular long bright pink maximum stretch limousine. This isn't just any kind of stretch limousine mind you, it has to be probably the longest motor vehicle to ever be in existence. Did you ever see that movie Spaceballs where they over exaggerate the size of that space cruiser to poke fun at Star Wars. It's sort of like that except times 666 infinity trillion. The excessively long limousine is very bright and very pink, so much so that when the reflection off the edge of it's smooth surface from the light catches your eyeballs perfectly, ones entire vision is eloped in a sea of flashing pink lights. Because of it's size and exquisiteness, the limo is able to forcefully make it's way to the front of the shopping center and park perfectly directly in front of the building. How convenient for this entitled douche I must say. When the back of the limo finally reaches the front of the shopping center and the vehicle stops, the door opens and out steps none other than....

"Sup, dudes!"

XWF owner Vinnie Lane, along with his hot as all hell girlfriend Roxy Cotton, step out of the limousine and begin bowing and waving to the angry crowd. A few of the XWF fans cheer, but a majority of the angry folks is not pleased nor even knows who he is. Roxy of course is wearing something way too revealing and sexy like and if you want reference to the type of clothing we're referring to here, than we are going to ask that you take a look at how the narrator of a Peter Gilmour promo describes the Mia Dim wardrobe. Vinnie is sporting his normal late-summer Florida weather wardrobe with pink vest over a plain white t-shirt and rocking some fly white khaki pants. The vest is rather unique in that the pocket on the left front side of it has a squared out portion that lights up the tracing of his own name 'Vinnie Lane' in various shades of pink. Flashing the different shades of pink back and forth extremely quickly. Be careful, don't stare too long into those bright pink flashing lights, or you'll go into some kind of super homo gay queerafied seizure or something.

Vinnie Lane: "Roxy, why the hell do we have to come to the mall, especially when it's this busy!"

Roxy Cotton: "Because I need a new Halloween costume, baby. How was I supposed to know the shopping center was going to be this busy on a week day?"

Vinnie Lane: "That is a good point, why the hell is it so busy today?"

Roxy Cotton: "Who cares, let's just get inside I'm freezing!"

Vinnie Lane: "It's 80 degrees outside, but ok, yeah, let's get inside babe."

He couldn't have said it any less sarcastically than he did for any normal person to take a hint. Roxy; on the other hand, seems completely oblvious to it. The two then lock elbows and enter the shopping center side by side. Crowds of people around them are flocking to the grocery store, while makes it much easier for them to gain access to the mall area of the shopping center where much less crowded activity is going on. Not many people shopping for Halloween costumes when a fucking hurricane is about to strike, so they are greeted by nobody upon entering the store. In fact, the only guess we have is that the clerk tending the store heard about the impending doom of the entire state and fled without locking it up. Roxy starts browsing the shop shelf by shelf, giving opinions on every single costume and item in the store whether she likes it or not. This goes on for hours upon hours and finally after every item has been given an opinion, she chooses a very sexy and naughty looking little red riding hood outfit.

Vinnie Lane: "666 dollars for two pieces of tissue paper? Are you fucking kidding me! This one over here says it contains three pieces of tissue paper, and it's cheaper! What the hell is this?!?!"

Roxy Cotton: "Oh come on babe, your the owner of the XWF now; also, if you buy it for me I'll put it on right now and you can play slip and slide with me in the limousine on the way home."

No man with a physically working penis could say no to that, so naturally Vinnie agrees to pay for it by taking the payment code tags off the costumes; which ironically are bigger than the actual costume itself, and then hands them to the cashier. All the while Roxy is in the back changing room slipping into the sexy costume. Vinne bangs on the counter and gets no response for awhile, attempting to pay for the costume but no clerk responds to his calls. Roxy returns after a brief moment looking fine and fuckable as ever.

Roxy Cotton: "Well, did you pay for it?"

Vinnie Lane: "Sure did, let's get out of here babe!"

The two scamper off together back towards the giant pink limo and enter the back seat. The back door slams behind them and a pitch black screen appears....


Roxy Cotton: "jesus Vinnie, what have I told you about doing that on my face! You pig!"

Vinnie Lane: "Sorry babe, you act like I can control it or something?"

Roxy Cotton: "No, you know what. Sorry isn't good enough this time. I'm fucking outta here!"

Vinnie looks at her and very sarcastically again makes another statement to which he again assumes she wont pick up on.

Vinnie Lane: "Noooo. Please don't go. Whatever will I do without you!"

Roxy Cotton: "Don't act like I don't know when you're trying to patronize me, asshole!"

Roxy gets out of the limo and slams the door behind her. Throwing a hissy fit like a small child and crying as she runs away from the vehicle. Running off into the crowd of shoppers ransacking the grocery store for food for the approaching storm.

Vinnie Lane: "Well I'll be damned, she does know!? Question is whether or not I care? Driver.... Proceed!"

The limo takes off and makes it's way off over the horizon and out of sight. Roxy continues to run aimlessly around with her head tucked between her arms, shielding her tears, not paying any sort of attention to what direction she was going or heading towards. Dressed very scantily in her little red riding hood Halloween costume might I emphasize again, so that everyone can get that part of the picture of the story painted and etched out efficiently in their imagination. That's very important to note as she continues storming off until eventually reaching a more wooded area that was about a half mile from the shopping center. Fate would have it, that the exact moment she took even one step into the woods the sun made it's final crescent downwards, and the moon light up the midnight sky above the tops of the trees and the clouds just above them inside the spooky woods.

Roxy, now panting from doing all that running and crying at the same time, trips on a twig and goes tumbling down a hill. It's actually kind of a steep drop that causes her to fall head over sexy ass a couple of times. Falling so hard that she hits her head and gets knocked out for a little while. Her very attractive rear end sticking up in the air coincidentally or not nobody cares, but would rather enjoy the view for what it is.

A pair of yellow eyes with dark red flames for pupils lights up in the darkness just above where she fell, directly between a pair of trees directly over her unconscious body. Out from behind the shadows steps the one and only XWF Xtreme Champion, Unknown Soldier. The Big Bad Wolf. Wide eyed with his big bad penis out just a jacking away while Roxy lay with her rump pointed up in the sky. Roxy then lifts up one of her hands and quickly pulls herself to her feet. She couldn't have been out for more than a little over six and a half seconds. Soldier, no longer leering above her and masturbating, but has somehow vanished back into the shadows in the blink of an eye. Which is just what one would expect a big bad wolf to do. Roxy reaches into her bra and pulls out her cell phone, pushes a few buttons and then brings it to her ear while it begins to ring.

Roxy Cotton: "Pick it up Vinnie!"

After Vinnie doesn't answer on the first try, Roxy calls back again immediately after and this process repeats for about fifteen minutes or so until she finally gives up. She puts the phone back in her bra and starts walking around haphhazardly, realzing that she is probably lost. Suddenly, to her weird discovery after wandering around for a while, she comes across a rack of purses. A display of them similar to as if they were just in the mall shopping for costumes just moments ago. Yes, that's right, like a fucking mirage out in the middle of the desert this enormous rack of purses just appears out in the middle of these dark and spooky woods.

Roxy; naturally, can't help herself and starts to go look at them and get intrigued by these magnificent purses. Oddly enough the most expensive 'Coach' brand is on the bottom, and so of course that is directly to where she is drawn towards attention wise. In order for her to get a good look at these purses on the bottom row, she needs to bend over, and that's when our big bad wolf comes creeping back out of the woods with his raging hard on. Pounding away on it and really just physically abusing his own penis at this point rather than pleasing it.

A large gust of wind blows and I don't mean just a heavy breeze. I mean like a blow your whole fucking house down kind of thing. Hurricane Matthew is clearly approaching, the wind so strong it blows all the purses and racks away and almost nearly taking Roxy with it. But she manages to hold her ground just barely, her attire now all mangled and mashed, looking even more seductive then ever. After the gust dies down she pulls her phone back out of her bra and attempts to call Vinnie again, this time for about twenty minutes straight with no answer. All while still wandering deeper and deeper into the woods lost and alone.

That is until she comes across another strange distraction that comes slowly walking up to her in the woods. A mini Yorkshire terrier. The small and cute lovable dog is too much for Roxy to resist, just as the purse rack before, she has to bend over to pet and play with it. Thus giving the big bad wolf an ample opportunity to re appear from back out of the shadows yet again. Also, yet again, choking his chicken like it owes him money in the background directly behind where Roxy is bending over. The poor scantily clothed woman, unaware of the demon dicked defiler pleasuring himself directly behind her.

Another heavy gust of wind comes booming through the trees, this time blowing Unknown Soldier away and out of sight from behind Roxy. Just like a tumbleweed he goes flying off into the distance very abruptly. Luckily for her though, Roxy was able to reach out and grab a tree to hang onto, so as not to go flying off into the woods like Soldier just did. This time after the wind stops she whips out her phone very hastily and deliberately and starts banging on keys like an infant trying to fit the blocks into squares. The phone rings twice and then Vinnie finally answers this time.

Roxy Cotton: "Vinnie! You've got to come pick me up, there's a damn hurricane coming!"

You can hear a faint distinction of Vinnie's voice coming through the speaker on the phone, but it is not completely audible and making out the words is nearly impossible.

Roxy Cotton: "I know, I'm sorry I called you 666 times baby, just come pick me up please. Forgive me, you've got to help me, there's a hurricane on the way!"

Vinnies voice is faintly heard yet again, and then Roxy interrupts him mid sentence.

Roxy Cotton: "No I'm NOT being and overdramtic whiny bitch like Ghost Tank, I'm being serious! Come and get me. NOW!"

She hangs up the phone viciously again for a third time, and then places it neatly between her rocking set of tits. Although it may have seemed like she made it deeply into the woods, she really wasn't incredibly far. After a short twenty minute walk she makes it back to the road. Before making the call back to Vinnie so the limo can come back around and pick them up, she sits down on a stump by the side of the road. The sun begins to rise once again just over her shoulder, even though it had just set not but for little under an hour before she first entered the woods. The glowing yellow eyes with the burning red pupils appear once again just over her shoulder before this scene fades.


Vinnie is disturbed while sound asleep in the back of his sweet ride. He is awoken by the sound of his Twisted Sister theme song ring tone blaring on high volume on his cell phone.

Vinnie Lane: "Again with this shit. Why does she have to be so damn needy all the time."

Vinnie hits the ignore button when something else attracts his attention. A small red blinking light begins flashing above Vinnie's head, signaling that the driver would like to communicate with the XWF owner. Vinnie presses a button on a small television monitor located in a fold down mirror hanging from the ceiling of the limousine. On the monitor is the driver of the car, whom has to communicate this way because of the vast distance between the front and back of this super stretch limousine.

Driver: "Please Mr. Vincent Lane, I would ask you to buckle up and expect some turbulence back there. There's a hurricane blowing in off the shore."

Vinnie Lane: "Wait a minute, did you just say hurricane?"

Driver: "Yeah, it's looking pretty nasty out there, they say it might be one of the worst storms ever here in Florida. The storm of the century!"

Vinnie gives the ultimate deer in headlights look back to the driver, looking completely shell shocked.

Vinnie Lane: "Oh shit, ROXY!"