Trax is in the shower, cleaning his Mandingo, when a bird flies through his shower curtain and he screams 'wHAT THE FUCK?!' He scrambles out of the shower in all his glistening, ebony beauty, and he falls right into the waiting arms of Reeve.

R: I can already sense you're as hapy to see me as I am to see you. Let's do this, you chocolate fountain of wang, you!

Reeve locks on the Kiss of Death, bringing Trax down to the floor, tongue shoved down Trax's gullet, and the Emo Queen/King's hair draped over the current champion's face. A ref hops out of the shower [don't ask me] and counts the fall;


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