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**"Loverboy" Vinnie Lane** · (01-10-2020)

Vinnie dusts himself off, then uses his Tae Kwon Do skills to drop Tender Nipples on his behind.

"Dude, what? Are you joking me? You are, right? What promo? What 'walking back and forth?' I've been hard at work just like always expanding this XWF brand across the globe, baby! Look what we accomplished JUST in 2019! A whole new exciting brand! Two new championships! We've had some of the most exciting title matches and title changes in history within the last 12 months alone... who do you think is the business genius who came up with all of it? Who do you think put the General Managers in positions to utilize their skills properly? It was NUMERO UNO, my dude!

And you've done... what? Agree to be Madison Dyson's fluff boy for a night to make her feel good about herself? Puh-leaze. She could have blown her nose into an aloe-infused Kleenex and gotten the same crowd reaction as she did rolling you around the ring like a pig in a blanket.

Also, you might not have noticed - probably since your immune system is fighting that hyperstrong Staph-Fungus combo that Tank has on his mossy scrotum... but I didn't call this title ANYthing. You know why? Because going by your adorable moniker is an insult to the great Sidney Poitier Feder, the silver-tongued demon who talked at LEAST three roster members into suicide right in this very hallowed hallway. Reducing his memory to some pocket change is offensive. Sid is rolling around in his grave with his pecker inside your grandma's urn just like he asked for in his last will and testament because YOU are sullying his good name by being a cheap weenie.

By the way, you might have noticed that every check that comes in and out of this place has MY signature on it. That comes with some perks, dude! Hey you, new guy referee who counted this pin... what's your name?"

Vinnie points at a skinny ginger kid in an ill-fitting ref shirt.

"Uh... I'm Scott, sir? You hired me this morning?"

"You count way too slow. You're fired."

"WHAT??"

"You, over there with the mail cart... who are you?"

"Me? I'm Ari, Mister Lane. I deliver the mail."

"Sweet. You're a referee now. Take Scotty's shirt and get ready."

"Awesome! I also have a really cool Souncloud if I could just get you to..."

"No. See that, Knucks? I'm the man around here. As such, the rules are pretty much up to me! Maybe you should review the Federweight Payouts again sometime, instead of just assuming crap. Oh, hold still."

Vinnie produces a clear plastic tube and jams it into TK's mouth. He then pulls a pet store goldfish in a plastic baggie out of his fanny pack and dumps it into the tube, where it swims straight down into Thunder Knuckles' gullet.

"You're gonna wanna get that out soon, my man. It's got Ick."

Vinnie pins TK.

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