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**Vincent Lane** · (09-25-2016)

Steve Sayors knocks on a large wooden door marked "President and Owner Vincent Lane" on a big, gaudy, gold star.

There are sounds of a ruckus from within, as Sayors stands there with a microphone in his hand, looking impatiently back at his camera crew.

Yeah, yeah, I know, it's been five minutes... sometimes Vin takes a minute to get his hair looking good, it's fine.

Sayors knocks again.

Vincent? Mister Lane? We're here for your announcement?

One second, dude!

Finally, after another entire minute passes filled with thuds and whispers from inside the office as well as a sharp giggled followed by an admonishing 'sssh,' the door opens.

Hey there Steve. Vin's ready for you now.

Roxy stands there, smoothing her purple mini skirt down her thighs. Her hair is tussled and her lipstick is smeared.

Thank you, Miss Cotton.

Steve! Dude! Been waiting for you, man, come on in!

Vincent says while standing with his back turned. An audible zipping sound is heard, and he then turns around with a grin covered in nearly as muchh smeared lipstick as Roxy's face is.

Seeing it, Roxy hustles over and wipes at Vincent's mouth with a tissue.

Have a seat, Steve, this won't take long.

Sure won't...

Roxy mutters under her breath, burtsting out laughing a moment later when Vincent grabs the tissue she's dabbing him with and crumples it, tossing it into her face with a smile.

Don't listen to her, dude. She's high as a kite on some serious afterglow.

Vincent sit down at his desk and gestures for Sayors to sit as well, which he does. He then quickly stands again, having apparently sat on something. He reaches under him and pulls a clump of cloth up from the chair, unraveling it to show a pair of lacy purple panties.

Oopsies.

Roxy snatches them and, to the surprise of Sayors, quickly bends down and puts them on, pulling them up under her skirt and wriggling her legs back and forth until they are situated.

Right. So, uh, Mister Lane... you said you wanted to tell the XWF Galaxy something?

That's right, dude!

See, this upcoming Warfare, a couple of old foes of mine are facing off in what should truly be an EPIC match. Two of XWF's top stars, one on one for the first time ever! Peter Gilmour and Trax, the former Universal Champion, until... well, you know.

So anyway. Frodo Smackins, GM of Warfare, saw fit to book this as a "Lane's House of Horrors" match, since the last one of those we did with Doc and Morbid went so well, other than all of the lawsuits filed against us by PETA. This time, ther won't be any live animals, though.

No, I've decided the XWF is ready to see something truly different. Something I saw a lot in my time in Japan, and something that I know an X-Treme Icon like Gilly will appreciate. See, we already know Trax is a technically gifted athlete with some nearly unparalleled skills in the ring. But what we don't truly know is if he can take things.... TO THE X-TREEEEEEEEME.

So, for the match on Warfare, we're taking the ropes off of the ring. That's right, dude, no ropes at all. No ring posts either. Just the ring itself, surrpunded on all sides by four different trap boxes, each the length of one side of the ring and two feet deep.

One box filled with broken glass.

One box filled with razor wire.

One box filled with sulfuric acid.

And finally, one box filled with live electrical wires with no rubber casing.

This could be the scariest match in XWF history, dude! I sure hope those two are up for the challenge.

Now, Steve... like, if you don't mind?

Vincent looks expectantly at Sayors, who quickly stands up stammering.

Right! Okay, thanks for your time Mister Lane!

You heard it here first, XWF fans! The Gilmour versus Trax match might kill someone! Okay, let's go...

Sayors and his crew head out the door, just as Vincent turns to Roxy once more.

Miss Cotton, are you ready to take
some dic... tation?

The door shuts and the scene fades out.

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · (09-24-2016)

Peter hears this news and smiles wickedly

"Interesting Vincent. VERRRY interesting. You say this could kill someone??
well even if i get destroyed and ripped apart, I will never die!! So dont bother with the emt's, im digging trax his own grave!"

Peter laughs wickedly as he holds up a shovel

The Monster of Htaed · (09-24-2016)

...where the fuck are the shit-covered Pungee sticks? Where are the barrels of toxic waste? Where are the bear traps with syringes on them? Come on, XWF! I know you're more low-brow than this!

**09-24-2016, 05:48 PM**

Z know a guy who crave dis sort of ting.

The Monster of Htaed · **09-25-2016, 06:05 AM**

Bearded War Pig walks into the congregation formed from the release of the details of Lane's House of Horror's match. Bearded War Pig has halfway smoked Cuban cigar in his mouth, except this Cuban had been cut open and tobacco replaced with some of that sticky icky. Taking a few puffs, while clapping his hands. B.W.P removes the ganja stick from his mouth.

"Hot fucken damn, that sounds like something the Pig would love to partake in some time, you fuck faces really know how to make a cock hard! Glass, Acid, and plenty of other hardcore dangers, I fucken love it, you can bet your ass I will be taking a front row seat for this one! Oink, Oink, Mother Fuckers!"

Bearded War Pig smiles and begins dragging on his pot filled Cuban.

Mr Killjoy · (09-25-2016)

Peter the only thing you're killing is any possibility of me showing you an inkling of mercy by running your mouth, put that goddamn shovel down before you hurt yourself for fuck sake.

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · **09-25-2016, 06:34 AM**

keep talking shit traxy... your grave gonna get deeper

Mr Killjoy · (09-25-2016)

Petey even if you did the impossible and managed to kill me let alone beat me I would die happy with everything I've accomplished in my life, you on the other hand have been burying yourself and killing your own career for YEARS. Oh...so you can't die? Fill me in , so are you immortal? Living for eternity...that's a very long time to go being a loser. I don't envy your immortality in the slightest, fucking dweeb, stop digging holes you're not going to fill much like every woman's vagina you've ever entered with your SUPER-miniscule-now-detached- DICK and cut a promo already.

~~Peter Fn Gilmour~~ · (09-26-2016)

Suck my dick u piece of rotting shit. I will speak when I deem fit which may been sooner than you think. But know this, you're going to have to try to put me out to beat me and I don't think you will do that. So be prepared for an all out war you won't win!

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