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Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 14:45:48 GMT
The camera catches up to Flaming Youth as he strolls through the backstage area whistling a Scumbag Society tune. He rounds the corner into a familiar hallway, the same one from earlier where Trixie's dressing room is. As he passes by, he notices the door open, and gives a quick scan before continuing on. He comes to a dead stop, forcing the camera to abruptly bump into him. He shakes his head, confusion masking his expression, as he slowly backs up to the doorway, and now full on stares into the room. The camera swings around his shoulder to get a peek, and inside, is none other than the deranged clown, Redrum, with a fistfull of Trixie's panties held up to his nose. The clown, completely unaware he's been seen, closes his eyes and takes a huge sniff before shuddering, and giggling, all at the same time. When he finally looks up, he see's Youth for the first time, and he immediately lets his hand fall down by his side, staring at the voyeur with an expression of shock and embarrassment.
REDRUM: Uh...dude....it's not what it looks like!
Redrum pauses, looks down to the panties in his fist, then back up to Youth, then back down to the panties.
REDRUM: Well, yeah. I guess it is. But...but...
Youth holds his hand straight out, palm up, to halt any further explanation the clown could offer.
YOUTH: That's just bad form, clown. Bad form.
Youth shakes his head in disgust before stepping out of the doorway, and getting back on his way. Redrum sighs heavily, then shrugs, stuffing the panties into his pocket, and then rushing out of the room past the camera. The scene fades to ringside.
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