(Cheesecake is walking around near the locker rooms when he hears a noise. Turning a corner, he sees a two scantily clad ladies chatting near a locker room door. He immediately recognizes them as the Godfather’s Ho’s.)
Cheesecake: (as a light bulb blinks over his head) This gives me an idea.
(He gets into his backpack and takes out a dress, wig, and make up kit. He then hurries into a restroom and puts when he emerges, he is in a red dress, matching high heels, blond wig, and has put on excessive make-up. He then mingles with the Ho’s.)
Ho no. 1: Have you seen that Val Venis guy? He has a bod to die for!
Ho no. 2: Yeah, but that guy he was wrestling looked like about forty miles of unpaved road. I kinda liked whoever that guy was walking around with the white tanktop and blue jeans.
Ho no. 1: Um... honey, that was Nicole Bass...
(An awkward silence follows)
Ho no. 2: (turning to Cheesecake) So... who do you like?
Cheesecake: (speaking in a feminine voice) Uhh... my preferences sort of lean in the other direction...
Ho no. 2: Kinky...
(From the opposite direction, the Brood walks down the hall, lifting their sunglasses to get a better view of the ladies and Cheesecake.)
Christian: Well, well, well...
Edge: Three of them, three of us...
Gangrel: Forget it, you guys. I’m married, remember?
Christian: Oh Gangrel, don’t be such a prude. Luna would probably encourage this.
Gangrel: Hey, you’re right... (to Cheesecake) You know what they say, baby... once you go gothic, you never go back... er, something like that.
Cheesecake: Oh, I’m sorry, I have a girlfriend...
Gangrel: I have a wife, what’s your point?
(He carresses Cheesecake’s hair, but the wig falls off and everyone gasps in shock.)
Edge: She wears a wig!
Christian: No, you idiot, it’s a guy!
(The ho’s run away, and The Brood advances on Cheesecake.)
Cheesecake: All right, I didn’t want to use this, but if it’s going to be three on one... (takes off his cross necklace and holds it to Gangrel’s face) Here!
Gangrel: (disdainfully shoving the cross away) Oh, please, I’m a White Wolf Vampyre. You think Vince would hire any common vampire that walked off the street?
(The Brood rushes Cheesecake as the lights in the hallway go out and Gangrel’s music can somehow be heard. When the lights return, Cheesecake has been covered from head to toe in a red substance.)
Cheesecake: Oh my God! I’ve been given a bloodbath!
Christian: Nope. (holds up a ketchup bottle) Heinz Tomato Ketchup. Good for emergencies of every kind.
Edge: Buy some at your local grocer today! (Each member of the Brood holds up a ketchup bottle and smile, as the words “Heinz Tomato Ketchup: It Goes with Anything” appear beneath them.)
Gangrel: Now, get the hell out of here! (Grabs Cheesecake by the hair and throws him out that exit that always seems to be handy)
(Cheesecake lands with an “oof!” on the outside, and Gangrel throws his wig after him.)
Croooooow: Art! (looks at him) What happened?
Cheesecake: I impersonated a woman and got drenched in food seasoner. How was your evening?
Jay: Nykk’s the only one left.
Huh: He’ll do it. I have faith in him. (After a few seconds, his face breaks, and he bursts out laughing, along with the rest of the PPV Squadron.)
Cheesecake: (wiping away a tear) Okay, the pool’s open on how long it’s going to take Nykk to completely botch the job. (The rest eagerly crowd around Cheesecake to place their bets.)