Showman and Brawler

"Yes Vince. I'm glad to revindicate WWF and put us back on the map." You said.

Vince reply. "I aspire you do that. Next time however you better call me Mr. McMahon, pal. Or your career might be quick lived."

Sable smiles. "Vince can I have a match tonight against that whore Jackie."

He nods. "Of course. But we change the stipulation to a strap contest. You spank her ass, she slap yours. Such good shit." He looks at you. "And JJ, I have book you in a match against Val Venis. Who wins will have a few minutes on the mic to make a name for themselves. Now evacuate my office."

...

You watch Val Venis penetrate the ring with his provocative dance. The women in the audience losing my minds. The loud pops from them delivering you this illusion.

Before he got out his catchphrase, hello ladies, your rock song play throughout the arena. The fans confuse not knowing this wrestler theme. They getting rowdy to see who might have swap brands from WCW or ECW.

You basks in the aroma of the fans cheering as you feel their intense affection and passion for the WWF. You walk out seeing the thousands in attendance. They watch you attentively with a slight boo spreads through the crowd for interrupting Val.

The creative signs they wields surprised you. WCW is Superior, Vince fears the IRS, and Austin is my daddy caught your eyes. As you went down the metal ramp, you see a sign that did bewilder you. Welcome JJ.

You slap down a smile that attempts to traverse your face. You slide into the ring to stare at Val. He shakes his hips at you. A little mind game from him, but you knew he'll be a simple beat. The bell rang as you lock up with the fraud pornstar.