

After last week’s interview between broadband darling Heyman Hustle and the lopsided boobs of Aubrey O’Day, it’s obvious that for Paul Heyman, controversy is of the essence. This week, Heyman hustled up to an interview with Tricia Walsh Smith, “British actress and playwright,” who you may know better as the woman has uploaded “her vicious rants against her soon-to-be ex-husband on YouTube and declaring herself a ‘Warrior!’”
A warrior, eh? Well, she’s certainly something, and she’s made it the business of millions of YouTube viewers. Until now, we’ve only heard her censored account of events, but, the Park Avenue socialite must now answer the questions posed to her by the dauntless Heyman, who questions her claims of an entirely sexless marriage: “You had no sex? But I think you’re very bangable!”
Obviously, more topics were discussed than the alleged bangability of Tricia:
“We wanted to show a different side of Tricia,” commented Hustle director/producer Mitchell Stuart.
“She’s shown her angry side, and the whole world has seen it, but we wanted to know if she can take a moment and share a laugh, or if the portrayal of her as simply a scorned woman is accurate…. We knew we wanted to show her in a different environment, Everyone’s seen her in her multi-million dollar Park Avenue apartment. But what’s she like, just going for a ride?”
Check out Part One of Heyman’s chat with Tricia Walker Smith at the Sun. For Part Two, you’ll just have to wait until next Tuesday, bitches.



















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You’re just baiting me with this.
A “warrior”, huh? No, hon, it doesn’t take a “warrior” to pilfer a man’s belongings with the help of an attorney. I believe that’s what is called a “parasite” in any other context.
I wish her the best of luck humping (or, you know, not humping) her way to her next big payoff.
bangability is my new favorite word.
Gotta disagree on the bangability assessment, also. She’s past her sell-by date. She’s not repulsive except in the personality department, but the combined effect makes my naughty bits shrivel up like I just jumped in a freezing river.