You look down towards Trish’s approaching face, & happen to glance down her blouse to see the magnificent chest that is also approaching yours. You raise your head slightly, but it appears you were already caught. “Like what you see?”, Trish asks. “Yeah,” you say, barely able to respond. “They’re all yours,” she says. “But first,…”
Just as your lips touch, the door flies out, & knocks Trish aside. Vince is standing in the hallway. “What in the hell is going on here?!”, he yells. He shouts down the hall, “Hunter! He’s in here!!”
HHH soon arrives, & lunges at you, screaming. Surprisingly, Vince blocks him. “Now, Hunter, save it for the match,” he tells HHH. “Oh, yeah. About the match?”, you interrupt. “Can it wait a few more minutes? In case you didn’t notice, I’ve got my own little 1-on-1 thing set here, & I’m actually hoping I’ll get pinned.”
Vince’s expression changes to one of disgust. “How dare you try to use another one of my employees!”, he says. He then pauses for a few seconds, & says, “Your match has just become a tag match. You & the blond… bimbo… of your choice, against me & my daughter. If we win, you never show your face here again. If you win, you get my daughter for your little threesome, as planned.”
“Why would I want something everyone else has had?”, you ask him. “If I win, I want…” |