Partial Destruction Beginning
Pressure Point 72
Aug. 18, 2003
Starring Reed Young, Trey Vincent & Sharc
Writers: John Leary & Roland
Reed Young, wearing a black I Came To See TV in Action! T-shirt and black pants, stood in the hallway outside his room. Need proof? The name on the door said Reed Young. He opened the door a few inches. Closed it. Opened it a tad wider. Closed it again. The camera was focused just on Young though, not revealing the insides of the office.
That's when Vincent came along, looking the same for dress. He cocked an eyebrow at Reed.
"What's going on, boss?" Vincent wondered.
"TV!" Reed shouted, as he smiled nervously, opening the door back up, and then closing it again. He continued to stare at Trey Vincent, only to open the door once more, peer inside, and close it for yet another time.
"Uh... TV, I think someone’s been in my office."
"Well, that's to be expected," Vincent said, trying to calm down Young. "I mean, hell, you are REED YOUNG! The owner of Action! The man. Everybody wants to be where the power is, and you, Reed, are the man. The man the fWo wants to run their fed. The man Joe Campbell pisses his pants over. I'm sure it's just some little Action employee."
Forgetting about his problem for just one moment, Reed had to comment on the inferior Feds known as the fWo (the Fans Wrestling’s Orgasm) and tA (the ASSylum). "Yeah TV." He said. "They blow! I mean look at the fWo! fWo Ruahhhhh~!~!~11! WTF... MF TV! And the ASSylum... sure, it’s good and all, if you’re a forty year old depressant who needs a giant cock up your ass."
Young laughed, screaming "LOL!" as he did.
Then, turning back to his locker room door... Young remembered what the problem was.
"I don’t know, TV..." He said. "I’m not sure if it was a little Action employee. I mean... everyone is little compared to you. But I could have sworn TV... I could have sworn it was that ratingsless moron Sharc who is in my office... trashing it now!"
So, Young opened the door a few more inches this time. Vincent and Young peered inside. The door was open pretty much straight ahead, but not wide open. Young dove for the door knob and pulled it shut again. Vincent got a "WTF" look on his face. But then Vincent noticed Young's overturned desk and several Sharc posters on the wall.
"Now, THAT'S just wrong," Vincent said. "Sharc is on a poster?? And I thought you were just joking when you said he was trashing it. If he puts anymore posters up, they'll have to declare your office a white trash dump!"
"Yeah..." Young stated coldly. "Or a white trash dump."
Didn’t Trey Vincent just say that?
"All I know is, TV, that those Sharc posts are horribly stupid and I can almost HEAR my desk crying to get that stuff out of there! TV, the master of all that is television, what can we do to get SHARC off of television?"
Vincent had not seen Sharc. Perhaps, Vincent mused, Young would see the Loch Ness Monster and Bigfoot when next the door was opened.
"Dude. We went over this. I destroyed his knee. You were supposed to send him to the doctor, who would then tell him he's not cleared to be here tonight. So, he's not cleared, right? His knee is bad and he's not here, right? All you saw was just his poster, right?"
"Doctor?" Young asked. "TV, LOL... I thought you said send him to a strip club! Mind you, I ended up going in his place. Man, there was pussy EVERYWHERE! It’s good to be me, really. I mean I get so much money from everyone working their ass off and-"
And that’s when it hit him.
"Shit...?" Young asked, looking back at the door. "If posters can move... then I'd say he isn't there."
"Well, I probably did say strip club," Vincent conceded. "My bad. Oh well."
Young opened the door, wide open this time. Vincent's eyes first went to a book on the floor that was ripped into bits, so many bits only the cover remained: "Fed Running For Dummies."
Vincent cocked both eyebrows up at the boss.
"What?" Young said. "I was gonna mail that book to Campbell. LOL!"
Anyway... Young looked around the room, starting at the left-hand side. He did not find anything... so he scanned his head to the middle of the office, right in front of his desk.
There, he also found nothing.
Reed then scanned his head over to the right-hand side... finding a stand-up, bristle board poster of Sharc. Yet this one was moving! Wow! Neat!
"WOW!" Young shouted. "NEAT!"
And it turned out that it talked too. Young was surprised to find his company was producing androids.
"You better not have taken a dump in his drawers. Or else there's gonna be a lawsuit in the works."
"Nah," Sharc, (or the android, as Young was convinced) said. "Just the desk. The book. I was hoping to have a bunch more stuff to destroy, but for a rich guy, Reed really doesn't have anything of value. Including a mind."
Sharc shoved Vincent and Young in opposite directions and headed to the exit. "Sharc equals ratings. Stay tuned."
They listened to Sharc's footsteps going away. "Now, this is personal," Vincent gritted through his teeth. "Nobody steals MY catch-phrase!"
"RATINGS~!" Young screamed.
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©2003 John Leary
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