Celebrations cut short

Returning to the backstage in glory never felt so good. You'd just embarrassed your rival in the middle of the ring. Gaining some **** for your PPV loss and sampling her incredible arse in the process. When you hear about an invitation to the owner's daughter, Lisa Mchvan's, personal dressing room you prepare for what is surely going to be a great night of celebration. First you fuck Casey for the first time and now Lisa Mchvan. What a night this was!

However your glory would be short lived. As you and 40 Cent arrive at the dressing room Lisa is standing at the doorway looking hotter than ever. Her dress is open down to her waist showing ample cleavage and it's so short the material barely reaches to cover her pussy.

"Congratulations, boys!" she grins. "Job well done. Now it's time to celebrate."

"It's about time!" you yell excitedly.

"Hold on, stud." replied Lisa. "I didn't mean you."

"What? But I..." Your protest is cut-off as 40 Cent steps forward and Lisa backs away into her dressing room.

"You know why they call me 40 Cent?" he asks.

"'Cos you're cheap?" you reply mockingly.

""'Cos I got 40 centimetres!" The rapper laughs hysterically. "That's right. I'm metric, baby!"

The athletic black man disappears into Lisa Mchvan's dressing room leaving you standing alone and seriously pissed off.