Partial Destruction Middle

Pressure Point 72
Aug. 18, 2003
Starring Reed Young, Trey Vincent, Sharc & Bait
Writers: John Leary & Roland

Outside the arena, Trey Vincent paced back and forth, chugging down his bottle of Miller High-Life. He paused every so often, resting his beer on a random car in the parking lot. Looking around. He could swear he heard somebody else walking near him. But whenever he'd stop pacing and drinking, there's be silence. Must have just been an echo.

Inside his office, Reed Young picked up a ripped up sheet of paper, one that held some of Jeremy Bold’s new angle plans on it. The Owner tossed it in the garbage, and then grew tired of working, so he sat down in his chair.

Outside, Vincent began talking to himself. Well, the cameraman actually. "Did you hear something? And why are you following me? That usually means something is going to happen to me. I don't remember seeing a Trey Vincent parking lot segment on the format."

Inside, Young just wondered if he should actually fire someone tonight. He never did like that Frank Heimdal. But then again he never did like Simon Seaman either. Wait, Simon Seaman wasn’t around anymore.

Outside, "Oh, OK, as long as it's like walking footage," Vincent said, a cocky smile forming on his lips. "That's cool. Yep, Reed Young can use this beautiful creation with off-the-charts charisma as often as he likes."

Inside, Young rubbed his brown hair. He always wanted green hair... but both his father and mother did not possess the allele to give him green hair. They were both heterozygous.

Outside, Trey was well...."While I'm out here, I might as well mention the new wheels I've got so I can start getting some cash. Over here, Action fans, is my brand new 2004 forest green Jeep. Jeeps. There is nothing like them. Especially those piece of shit Ford Explorers that tip over every week and those Nissan Pathfinders that SUCK! Buy Jeep, people!"

Inside, Reed wondered where TV was. Hopefully they were going to put him ON TV again, because we all know TV=RATINGS!!!

Outside, Trey sat on his Jeep, tossed one of his glass bottles down the way and listened to it smash on the pavement. He loved to here things break.

Inside, Reed Young almost fell asleep... but then he heard a noise at his office door. Or at least, he thought he did. "Hello!!" He screamed.

Outside, of all the worst things that could happen on Action, well, this was one of them. Vincent was sporting a backwards baseball cap and was ready to delight the crowd with a Fred Durst impersonation. (Lyrics reprinted without permission, screw you Limp Bizkit!)

Its just one of those days
Feelin' like a freight train
First one to complain
Leaves with a blood stain
Damn right I'm a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz I'm fuckin' up your program
And if your stuck up
You just lucked up
Next in line to get fucked up
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker
Its just one of those days!!

That was when Sharc popped up behind Vincent.

Inside, Young felt like singing the theme song to Dawson’s Creek, suddenly, but did not. Instead he walked over to his locker room door to see what this noise was. Little did he know, Bait was waiting on the other side.

Outside, Sharc lifted up a taser gun and then jabbed it into Vincent's back. Vincent shook and then slumped forward, falling off the hood of the Jeep. Sharc stared down with a sadistic smile on his face.

Inside, Young’s job of "opening the door to see who was there" was already done for him. The door had opened, and Bait had entered, shoving Reed Young back into his desk.

"You aren't going anywhere," she said simply, slamming the door shut.

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