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Vanessa Gibson · **01-05-2016, 04:12 AM**

We see Vanessa at a dumpster. She's rifling around inside one of doors, digging through garbage, until she pulls a moldy orange out. She squeezes the orange above an ornate pimp chalice purchased from Spencer's. She then reaches into her baggy cargo pants and pulls out a hair coated bloodied pad. She wrings the pad out over the chalice as more fluid than from the orange brings the brew to the brim. She then puts her pad back in, farts, and pulls it out, giving it one last good chance to percolate a bit more. She puts her pad back, pulls a tiny airplane sized bottle of gin out of her pocket, and tops off the chalice. She picks it up and looks at the camera.

"That coward doesn't have the balls to actually say anything, does she?"

She puts the chalice to her lips and downs the contents, giving a delighted "ahh" at the end like in a Coca-Cola commercial.

"You're a cowardly pig, just like all the rest of the men around here, because you are really trans-gendered, a man stuck in a womyn's body. You abuse and waste your form, your idyllic, beautiful female form, with the same notions and stupidity from the male brain. You want to tell me you're going to stay positive? If you've been positive your whole XWF career, I highly recommend a change of game plan, you pig, because you aren't even a footnote somewhere. You're not even XWF trivia. You're the gunk that gets stuck around the drain, and lingers for a couple of minutes before eventually shooting down the pipes with the rest of the scum."

"You are a let down to womyn everywhere."

With that, a homeless man shambles out from behind the dumpster. He looks frightened by Vanessa's violent ranting in an alley. He sees the camera and starts to shamble faster, but Vanessa's eyes lock in on him.

"Jesus, your another patriarchal pig, here to spread rape to a womyn trying to do her job. I have rights, you fascist! Look at you there, ogling my body! Do you feel better about yourself, you stupid man, to eyefuck me?"

The homeless guy is like a deer in the headlights, possibly strung out from several decades worth of hard living, not prepared for an onslaught like this on a frigid January night.

"I will teach you not to eyefuck womyn."

Vanessa grabs the homeless man and slams him against the dumpster. He falls like a heap to the ground, weeping in a pile of filth at the base of the dumpster. Vanessa lifts her shirt as her incredibly large, implant augmented 38 DDD breasts flop out, her nipples becoming erect instantly. She mounts the homeless man and forcibly starts rubbing his face between them, getting homeless man beard stuff all over her boobs as the homeless man cries, his motorboat being hijacked.

"Do you like that? Huh? You fucking pig! You fucking male worthless seed carrier! You like having a strong womyn controlling you? Yes you do! I'm going to dominate Ursula, the embodiment of penis envy, like I'm dominating you right now. I'm going to have her down on the ground, and my superior femininity will reign supreme upon her as I show the XWF that a strong womyn will always be a better contender than a weak man, because Ursula could never, ever be a real womyn."

"Eat shit and die."

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