Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the Earth - and subdue it.
Genesis, 1:28

((New York City. What better place for a stopover from Russia for two television celebrities such as “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane and Sasha Grey? The pair sit at an outdoor café, watching as the thousands of tourists, professionals and random buskers walk up and down the streets clogged like arteries with taxicabs and out of state vehicles. As the two sit and eat, every now and then random pedestrians find their way over to the table, the men typically to have their pictures taken with the gorgeous porn starlet, the women and kids flocking to Loverboy, who is not at all shy or humble, sitting with all three Trios Championship belts strapped around his waist. Other than the brief interactions with the star struck masses, there seems to be very little interaction between Loverboy and Sasha. From time to time, Loverboy attempts to start a conversation, but he is mostly ignored as the beautiful, raven-haired actress pokes around at the food on her plate. There is a man nearby, wearing a placard proclaiming the end of the world as nigh.))

Loverboy: Look at that freak, Sasha. You gotta love New York, man, right?

Sasha: Yeah.

Loverboy: I mean, this tool seriously thinks that god or someone is gonna smite the whole planet or something just because people are gay or because there’s a black president, or because people like Michael McBride and Griffin MacAlister would rather hang out in Denver toking on bud than wrestle for a living. It’s stupid, dude, I’ve met gods. Like Crimson Face. Or Mystica. Those weirdos are actual for-real gods, and they don’t give a shit about smiting the world. Hell, Face only cares about money. Why would the big guy from the bible give a damn?

Sasha: Yeah.

((Loverboy watches Sasha as she distantly plays around with the sandwich and chips in front of her. Oddly, she has drained five glasses of water but hardly taken a bit to eat. Loverboy decides to switch gears a little and catch her off guard, see if she’s even paying attention to him.))

Loverboy: Oh, by the way, did I mention that I had a bunch of pus on my dick this morning? It’s true, man, I went to the clinic while you were getting freshened up earlier, and they say it’s probably chlamydia. I think that’s a made up word, but whatever.

Sasha: Yeah.

Loverboy: So, like, your vag is probably just bubbling over with some yeasty bacterial infection by now, you know? Probably looks like one of those middle school volcano projects, just overflowing with vinegar and baking soda.

Sasha: Yeah.

((Loverboy stands up forcefully, shaking the small café table and rattling the silverware and empty water glasses loudly. The commotion catches Sasha’s attention, but she still simply looks at him with a bored, faraway expression as he gesticulates wildly and attracts the attention of the other patrons.))

Loverboy: Sasha, what the FUCK? We spent all last night fucking like porn stars, no offense, and then you get quiet for the next 24 hours? We flew halfway around the world in an airplane with nothing to do but watch “Schindler’s List” – which was a great fucking movie, by the way – or read Skymall magazines, and for that entire twelve hour flight you barely said a word to me. I’ve been trying to talk to you all day, I just told you my cock is a bloody, pussy mess, and you just say yeah? Come on, dude!

Sasha: Vinnie… I’m sorry… I just, I’m not feeling well, I guess. I’m too full to eat…

Loverboy: You’re full? Sasha you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday. You’ve barely touched your egg salad sandwich, all you’ve done is chug water like it was spewing out of my glorious member. What’s going on with you? Jet lag? You were fine after landing in Moscow…

Sasha: I’m fine, Vinnie, really, I’m just full. I swear. Look!

((Sasha lifts her “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane t-shirt to show her midsection, which seems slightly distended and swollen.))

Sasha: See? I have a food baby. It’s fine, okay?

((Before Loverboy can answer, the man in the clapboard sign approaches them from the other side of the wrought iron fence surrounding the café’s patio. He continues crying about fire and brimstone, espousing some quote about a spider dangling on a thread over a pit of eternal flame, but when he lays his eyes on LOverboy and Sasha he immediately falls quiet and begins to shake. His eyes grow wide and he raises his hand, pointing at the two of them.))

Man: You! Both of you! You are here to destroy the world of God! You are the harbingers of death!

Loverboy: Whoa! Dude! You are totally upsetting my lady, man! You’ve got to chill that shit, dude, and get back to your crazy ass panhandling on the other side of the street before you make me come over there and show you some of the moves I used to win these bad boys.

((Loverboy does a few lip-biting pelvic thrusts at the crazy man while shaking the Trios belts on his waist. Sasha looks a bit frantic.))

Sasha: Vinnie, I need more water… I need water…

((The crowd at the café seems to be enjoying the show, and since Vinnie Lane has never turned away from the spotlight he keeps it up, flexing and posing as cell phone flashes blink around him.))

Loverboy: Yo, garcon, can the missus have another carafe of water or something? Apparently there’s a desert in her mouth that only the ol’ Loverboy can quench, if you know what I mean.

Man: You are filled with hollow emptiness! Your soul is a vacuum from space!

((Loverboy’s smile falls away like a 17 year old girl’s prom dress. He seems struck by the man referring to outer space, and has the distinct look of someone who has just experienced a strong case of déjà vu. Loverboy suddenly turns from playful to angry, and storms over to the man, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and shaking him.))

Loverboy: You listen to be, you crazy ass bastard, I’ trying to have a nice meal with my hot as fuck girl here, and you’re screwing it up, man! Nobody wants to listen to your psycho conspiracy theories or watch you thump lepers over the head with your bible, or whatever the hell you like to do, so just get the HELL AWAY!

((As Loverboy yells the final two words, he shoves the man backward. There is a bright, momentary spark which flashes between his hands and the man’s chest, and he flies backward into the street, landing hard on the hood of a taxi and shattering the windshield. Loverboy stands in stunned silence, looking down at his hands and then slowly around him at the gaping faces of the onlookers. He grabs Sasha by the wrist and pulls her to her feet, dropping a few bills onto the table.))

Loverboy: Okay, time to go, man… grab your sandwich we’re outta here!

Sasha: I don’t want it…

Loverboy: Just take it! Jesus!

((Loverboy grabs the egg salad himself and hurries the two of them away from the commotion before too many pictures can be taken of the carnage he’s apparently caused. Ducking down an alleyway, he pulls Sasha in behind him and keep a look out to the street until he is certain nobody is following them.))

Loverboy: Oh my god, man… did you see that? What the hell happened back there?

((Sasha is leaning against a dumpster, cradling her swollen belly in her hands and becoming a whiter shade of pale than she typically is. Seeing her in distress, Loverboy moves toward her and shoves the sandwich in her face.))

Loverboy: Okay, seriously! No more of this anorexic bullshit, man, I’m not stupid. You need to eat. Eat the god damn sandwich while I try to figure out what’s going on here, dude. I need a minute anyway… man, if I get hauled in for questioning or some shit I’ll never make it to Houston on time and the Doc will get a free win on me. Which, let’s face it, is the only way the dude will ever get a win on me unless he pays off the referees the way Luca did. There’s no way I’m going out like that, man, not this week.

((Loverboy smiles as he watches Sasha slowly start to nibble on her sandwich, doing her best to please him. There’s a touch of fear in her eyes, but it seems more like excitement, as a smile starts to pull at the corners of her mouth as well.))

Loverboy: See? I knew you were hungry! That’s awesome, sugar! Oh, and I didn’t even tell you the best news yet, man… after this crazy ass week going down the way it did in the XWF, they must have seen how screwed over I was getting or something, what with all the gauntlets I wasn’t invited to and the weird, sudden title changes, losers like D’Ville getting shots while I was stuck softening up his opponents for him or keeping Pest’s annoying ass busy so everyone else could go about their business… but I got one, man, I got a shot at Guppy Parsh and his title! I’m gonna be a singles champion, dude! Isn’t that awesome?

((Sasha smiles, but suddenly doubles over, grabbing at her stomach. Her face turns greenish as she leans forward and pukes up the remnants of her sandwich, along with about a gallon of water, all over the front of Loverboy’s designer jeans and his treasured championship belts.))

Loverboy: Aw, shit, Sasha, what the fuck?

Sasha: Vinnie I’m hungry…

Loverboy: What? NOW you’re hungry? Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? You just blew baby chicken chunks all over my awesome belts, man! And my jeans! These were pre-distressed, dude, I didn’t even have to do the distressing myself! What are you doing???

((Sasha, without pausing to wipe away the bits of vomit from her mouth, drops to her knees in a greasy puddle in front of Loverboy, shoving the gold belts up and out of the way as she starts pawing at the fly of his jeans, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down quickly.))

Sasha: I’m hungry…

Loverboy: What the hell? Are you like some kind of cumpire? Like Count Spoojula or some shit now? Man, I should write those down for when I cut my promo on Pest later. Seriously though, chick, what are you doing, there’s barf everywhere!

((Sasha doesn’t seem to listen, she just buries her face into Loverboy’s crotch and starts furiously sucking and slurping on him. Her head and upper body shake and convulse quickly, jackhammering her face against Loverboy.))

Loverboy: Holy… god damn… wow… you never… wha… fuck…

((In mere seconds, Loverboy is grabbing at Sasha’s ears and hair, plunging himself deep into her throat and letting loose a primal howl as he unloads into her. Loveboy slumps backward against the dirty brick wall, and Sasha licks her fingers and lips clean of anything remaining she may have missed. Sasha Grey doesn’t leave a drop of Loverboy’s spunk unswallowed. After a second, she yanks the t-shirt off over her heads and remains on her knees, kneading her breasts together and staring at Loverboy with wild eyes.))

Sasha: I need more. Vinnie I need more.

Loverboy: More what? More drugs? What the hell are you on, dude?

Sasha: I need more of your seed, Vinnie, give it to me!

Loverboy: My seed? Jesus, man, you are totally… psychotically… insanely… hot! Fuck!

Sasha: I’m serious, Vinnie, I’m starving! I need it! I need it!

((Sasha grabs at her stomach again, and it looks to have nearly doubled in size from the slight, tennis ball sized swelling it had been just a few minutes earlier.))

Loverboy: Whoa… man, look, I’m not sure what’s going on, but you might need a doctor…

Sasha: I need you to cum in my mouth god damn it now do it!

((The voice is barely human, and as she kneels before him shouting, she opens her mouth in an impossibly grotesque scene.))






Loverboy: WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!

((Then, clutching his ears, Loverboy falls backward into the trash littered across the floor of the alleyway. Holding his head and temples as the psychic voice from his ordeal in Moscow returns thundering and echoing in his skull.))

Give her your seed, Loverboy.

Fulfill your end of the bargain by birthing your progeny into her.

We gave you what you needed most, now you must do the same for us.

She is starving, fill her up.

Now.

((Loveboy backs away in fright as Sasha starts pulling the remaining clothes from her body and crawling toward him on all fours. She grabs him, unblinking, and yanks his jeans down to his knees before leaping on top of him as he screams into the early evening air.))