"Vince McMahon vs. A Can of Soda"
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with World Wrestling Entertainment or any of its wrestlers. They are owned by the chairman of the company, Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Speaking of which, here comes a little humorous drabble starring the one and only, Mr. McMahon. I wouldn't explain the plot to you if I had, but regardless, enjoy.
Vince McMahon was busy walking down the hallways of WWE Headquarters, reading a girlie magazine as he was walking.
"A-ha, check out those bazooms!" Vince smirked. "They're way bigger than Dana Brooke's breasts!"
While he was still reading, he noticed a Mountain Dew vending machine standing right before him.
"Well, I'll be damned," Vince smirked again. "I'm feeling very thirsty."
Digging right into his pocket, Vince brought out $1.50 and put them inside the soda machine. After pressing on the button that said Mountain Dew, the soda can came down, which forced Mr. McMahon to pick it up from the vent.
"Mountain Dew, you are so mine!" Vince chuckled.
So as Vince pulled the tab...
*BZZZZZZZT!*
A mountain of fizz ended up shooting Vince right in the face, getting himself soaked with sticky caffeine! Quite possibly, the entire stream of soda was blasting Vince to the point where his can of soda became practically empty by the time it was over.
And when it was over, the boss had felt his body shake and shiver from the cold soda.
"Ah, shit..." Vince muttered. "Damn Triple H pranked me again..."
And that's how Vince McMahon lost to the can of soda. Nobody beats Mountain Dew. Nobody.
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