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With a hand out in for a respectful handshake, "Greetings, I am Keeper. May I know what name you go by, unless Freakshow suffices?"

"Freakshow, that's what we call in the business my SHOOT name." Freakshow looks over towards his handler, Staff Member Russo, who waves the handshake away. "So lay it on me uhh... What the heck are we doing here??"

"Very well, I am here to gather information from other sources around Emiko Sone throughout her career, not to have just her viewpoint." Keeper offers her hand toward a chair. "A seat is available if you'd like during my questions."

"Emiko Stone?" Looking over at Vince with that get a look at this a*****e vibe as the old man inhales his vape, "You'll have to bring me up to speed. Remember, I'm signed with CWF--" Motioning at his t-shirt which showed the initials of the company "You know, the big leagues? Not some uhhh... Rinky dink uhhh... I'm sorry, uhh..I lost my train of thought.."

"I understand. You knew Emiko Sone under her adopted name, that she has since shed away, Elisia Williams. You were influentially insurmountable to her, at the beginning of her career."

"WOAH WOAH WOAH. Let me get this straight." Strawberry vape smoke escaping the corners of his mouth, "You got me here, paid my transport, all that jazz... Just to ask me about some rat I banged like 10 years ago???!"

Unable to contain her stunned wave of expressed raised brows to the blunt crudeness. "Ah.. yes." She sharply gets back on point. "So, there was some relations between her and you?"

"Relations??" Putting his hands behind his neck, leaning back like a boss don. "Uhh yeah if you want to call it that. What can I say? A b***h is a b***h." Laughing as he daps up Russo, slapping him on the back.

Writing notes down, she freezes for a moment and Keeper's eyes slowly slide back up to Freakshow. "Can you.. tell me what you remember, upon first encounter with her?"

Freakshow pauses for a bit and Russo cuts in, "I got this chief, hey, what gives? I mean you've got the biggest DRAW in the HISTORY of EARTH here and you're asking about some rats nets from who knows when? What gives?!!"

Undaunted, she retorts confidently. "I am here to ask Freakshow questions and have given him an all expense paid transport with paying for his time. Not you. If his memory is at a rate of failure, then I'd like to know, and I can see to what extent of worthwhile answers from him. Thank you."

"Vince, Vince, Vince... Simmer down, I got this." Pulling out his Burt's Bee's chap stick and wetting his mouth loudly so that his crusted lips glistened, "Look babe, I can tell you about our first encounter... OR..." Pulling out his hotel card, fumbling it and dropping it on the ground. <********> Grumbling as he picks it up, handing it to her "I can SHOW you why they call me Turkish Delight..."

Unfazed by this disgusting offer, "I have a p***s and I'd rather a little more respect to my payment, not to your p***s." Keeper peered down at her notepad, taking a moment for herself to re-evaluate the prepared questions. "Why was it chosen for Emiko's dress to look so shabby in her servitude?" She quickly added for the sake of his memory, "Emiko was Elisia."

"Wait WHAT?!!!!!!" Freakshows eyes bulge out of his head and his face turns green, "P..P....P.......P......." Looking at Russo as both of them say in unison, "p***s?!!!!!!" Freak puts his hands on both sides of his face, turning to the camera like Edward Munchs the scream before clearing his throat.. "I uh.. Sorry I just need a second..."

Keeper closes her eyes and lets out a low sigh, as not just Freakshow, but his supposed handler as well, behaved in an overdramatic juvenile manner. Apparently her little lie had it's consequences.

Running his hands through his hair mouthing 'What the ********?' to Vince as he composes himself. “Hey uh, look I’m sorry.. I have one too but uh… hey Vince hand me the hand sanitizer.. Where were we???”

A slight shake to her head, as they didn't even shake hands.. "If you could focus. Please, tell me something that indicates you hold some memory of your time with Elisia Williams."

"Look what do you want me to say? Us guys, we know how women are at that age." Pulling his shirt sleeve up to show off his Richard Mille. "She was a THOT bro. A straight up SKANK. Got too clingy, so I traded her for a belt. A midcard belt, so WELL above market. After that, the b***h flipped her lid so uh.. I took care of business. That's that! Happy now?!!"

A look of relief that all was not lost from this mentally depleted man. "Flipped her lid? The story seems a little different, as it appears you flipped your lid and went into a savage assault onto her with a barbed wire chair, despite her pleas, even stating that she, 'loves you'?"

Sighing, running his fingers along the bridge of her nose. "Look, hun.. Or.. Bro... Call it what you want, she couldn't handle the Big Delicious. Since then I barely heard from her, but trust me she was FIENDING for this D. I HAD to defend myself." Russo interjects, leaning in, "He HAD to bro. And you know what I heard? I can't confirm this... But I heard she has his SPERM frozen in a VIAL somewhere. I mean can you believe that? SPERM!!!" Leaning in towards Keeper, spit coming out of his mouth. "HIS SPERM!!!!!"

Closing her eyes, as spittle speckled her face, she turns her head slightly away, wiping her face. "And now he has a child." She couldn't contain a retort to this outburst, even if it was another lie. "Freakshow, you tolerated her for so long. Was it just to have something on the side or were you helping her grow out of being so green?"

"...Delabonte?" Freak stares, grossly misinterpreting the statement. "So THAT'S how--" Russo cuts him off, signalling to can it which he does. "...Help her grow? Really? Look, I don't know if you know anything about a n***a like me..." A loud beep sounding off over the old, white jewish man. "But I'm a PLAYER, a straight FINESSER. I straight up PLAYED that b***h yo!"

Flabbergasted at what this new train track of nonsense they were spewing now. Batting her eyes, lost on what they were going on about, "...Right, no. I mean, to help improve her as a wrestler." Keeper tried a little more specifying to straighten out this misunderstanding.

"What??" Looking at her like an alien, "Why would I do that?" He states blankly, pulling out his IPhone now to start playing the pool mini-game, clearly drifting out of it. "Hey uh are we wrapping this up soon? My vape is almost out of juice.."

Clenching her jaw, agitation peeking out. "I do have.. some remaining, but if you must be going. I would appreciate to schedule another time.. without your friend. All expenses paid, as before."

"Alright, alright. Keep em coming then.. OHHHH that's a scratch! Dang it!" Narrowing his eyes at the phone, looking back up at her, "You ever play pool? They have it on the phone now. Pretty slick if you ask me."

Shifting in her seat, knowing she was losing him, with what attention she even had. "Why did you kiss her in the introduction of your won wager with her? You only saw her as meat."

"I kiss a lot of girls, so what?" Dragging his thumb down, lining up his finger, "8 balls, right pocket.." He whispers to himself, "And you're right there, but I'll tell you what, she was no wagyu if you get what I'm saying."

Tossing the notepad aside in defeat, "The only sign of redeeming humanity seen from you was stepping in, when Fox backhanded Emiko Sone, Elisia, after she talked back to him. Did you care at all?"

"Now THAT pissed me off.." Folding his arms, leaning back. "I mean really, you hit my side-side chick and don't even ask me for permission?? It showed a seriously lack of trust between us, I knew at that point I couldn't trust him. It was only a matter of time before he ******** me over." Sighing, looking off in the distance pensively.

A smile grew. "I am sad. Sad for you, that you see women as playthings and sad for myself that I did not make this question first, instead it is my last. The interview is over. I do warn you, if you partake in XXL, the story of you and Emiko Sone is not over." She pauses for a moment. "Also, I lied. I do not have a p***s."

Russo cut in, clapping his hands. "Well let's get one thing straight, if it wasn't already abundantly clear..." Both men getting up, taking their mics of their shirt, "My client works for CWF, a REAL company with REAL licensed properties. You want to see him here? Get all your money mark friends, empty out your sock drawers and pay up, you might be able to afford him for one night."

Following suit, Freakshow fishes in his pocket for a bottle of ivermectin, popping the corner into his mouth and squeezing the tube as he trails Russo out of the room. "I knew she didn't have a p***s..."