We see the glowing body of Roxy Cotton stretched on a beach towel, her skin the same hue as the sunkissed sand.

In her hand she holds her bejeweled cell phone, shielding her face from the sun with her other hand although she's wearing large sunglasses.

"Aaaand... send."




She seems happy enough with herself, smiling as the message goes through. A moment later though, she seems to make a frantic decision and sits up, her flaxen hair being lifted by the Pacific breeze.

Shee dials her cell, then waits for the connection.

Hey Ginge… not sure if you got my other voice mail?

I just texted you a pic of this cute new bra I bought yesterday, I was hoping you’d check it out and let me know what you think, I might wear it to the ring at Warfare. Maybe. Maybe I should get a smaller one though? What do you think? That Jake guy hasn’t seen a pair of tits that didn’t look like a burlap sack with two basketballs in it for a long time, you know? I bet we can distract him with our young hotness.

It’s weird, right? Eight wrestlers in the match and only one man. Hashtag, glass ceiling broken, am I right? No, no, of course I don’t count Gilmour and McBride as men. Look at them. They’ve both taken more dick than I have. And by the way, this might not surprise you at all, but, one of my top customers on my cam site was a certain Mister Peter Gilmour. He bought everything I had available. Pussy pops, panties, even won big tipper of the day just to get my Snapchat for a week. Gilly’s obsessed with camgirls, why do you think we knew he was getting cucked so hard by his wife? I’m the one who told Vinnie about that.

Who knows, though… maybe that big, hairy, new wife of his is taking care of his needs and milking him like the fat fucking cow he is. Maybe they even invite McFaggot in for a triple dick threeway! Oh… right… Peter doesn’t have a dick. Do you think he rents it back from Morbid time to time just to tuck it back between his legs and play tranny like he used to? What a joke Gilmour is, right? I might slice him open with my new nails just so I can say the last time I saw a pussy bleeding all over Cotton like that , I was pulling my tampon out of it.

Frankly, babe, I think the only people in our match NOT getting cocks jammed their asses are Mandii and Nora. I don’t think either of those scissor sisters have seen a dick since the last time they tried to use the wrong bathroom at whatever Wal-Mart they buy their jewelry from. Just look at them. The Bubblegum Butch looks like she could stick her HGH filled clit through a glory hole, but Mandii’s frigid twat would probably snap it off like she was popping open another can of cheap beer. You can tell a cheap beer bitch from a mile away can’t you, babe?

No, I think it’s really just that ‘new’ cougar and her poor baby boy we have to worry about. I don’t know why she can’t just get the other actor from those Cialis commercials she does and leave the young guys alone. Is he just really into pulling a girl’s dentures out before blowjobs? Or maybe he just likes to save money on rubbers by fucking ladies who are post-menopausal. Do you know I hadn’t even gotten my period yet when that chick was in Playboy? I think it might have still been in black and white. Ha ha ha, cell phones were still little tiny flip things with green screens… but hse’s running around acting like being old enough to have been downloaded on a 28800 modem makes her the queen bee in the hive. Bitch. I tried to be nice, too. I tried ignoring her liver spots, I didn’t point out her grays. I even slipped the number to a REALLY good tummy tuck guy in the valley who could help her with that gunt. But what does she do? She just goes and proves she’s got no class to go along with having no ass. Just another wannabe hater whose magic mirror told her she wasn’t the fairest in the land after all. Typical. I’m used to catty, jealous cunts, and I’m sure you are too, baby girl.

And… hey, before I forget… what do you want to do about Girard? I know he’s still calling you, still probably trying to say he’s sorry… but sweetie I’m really uncomfortable being around him. And with Vinnie… well, you know… recovering… he might not be around much. No, he really doesn’t want to talk about it. But I need someone there for me. Someone strong, like you, but who I can also trust… like you. Someone whose pretty eyes make me feel all hot and tingly… like you.

What I really want is for us to be partners beyond just this silly tag team thing. Once we get done taking out the Madonna Retirement Tour and her underage eye candy, maybe you and me can grab a couple drinks at… well, wherever they serve drinks in Ethiopia.

You think?

Call me back soon, babe. Kisses.


And the world fades a way like a warm sunset...