Lonely Hearts, Act II

Pressure Point 76
Sept. 22, 2003
Starring: Trey Vincent, Wilma "The Librarian" and Kurt Angel
Writer: Leary

Trey Vincent walked down a hallway and made a right into the Reed Young Library. I bet you're wondering, "why is there a library at a live Action event in Arizona?" Well, Reed Young built the library to keep up with PIW's expansion.

Vincent headed inside and looked around. Well, this room turned out to be a cafeteria, more or less, more on the side of more. There were some books scattered on the tables. Vincent planned to look through some of the book titles, but got distracted when he noticed a very cute, thin brunette at the "check-out" area. A table adorned with a piece of paper reading "Check-Out." She adjusted her glasses and looked nervously up at Vincent.

Without looking, Vincent grabbed a pair of books and headed over to the woman.

"How you doin'?" Trey asked the woman.

"Good. Good. How are, you?" she asked as she grabbed his books. "You all set."

"Yeah. I'll take these two books and your pussy, baby."

"You can't check that out," she said, blushing wildly and hiding her gaze from his.

"How about I take it out. I have a Jeep. It's forest green. And it's a great ride." Vincent turned toward the camera. "Jeep! Buy buy buy! And no, last week I was just lying about contractually obligated to mention Jeeps every week until we're square." *Wink* "JEEP! Anyhow, darling. I'll take you for a ride in my Jeep. I can show you my hotel room. It's quite historical and junk. What's your name, darling?"

"Wilma 'The Librarian.'"

"I see. Well, Wilma. You are as hot a librarian as I've ever seen."

"You sure you want these books?" she asked. "'Living With Erectile Dysfunction' and 'The Dummies Guide To Masturbation.'"

"Gah!" Vincent cried out.

*Ahem*

Vincent turned around and came face to face with Kurt Angel. The hero in white from head to toe and skin to bone.

"Angel."

"Vincent."

"Now that we've said each other's name, should we start fighting."

"Have some respect, Vincent. We're in a library for freak's sake."

Vincent began sniffing the air. "Are you stoned?"

"Me? No. I usually wait until after the show. I was bringing two people together in a connection."

"Oh, you were, were you?" Vincent asked, mockingly. "Well, beat off, I'm trying to make a connection. With my penis and her vagina."

"What? Are you disrespecting this lovely lady?"

"No. But, once again, you're getting in the way of me getting some nookie."

"I don't think Michelle Branch would like to hear about this," Angel said, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head in disappointment.

"Don't you ever say my future wife's name again. And I'm not married to her yet. So I can bang this librarian if I want to."

"Miss. If you were to sleep with Mr. Vincent here, well, let's just say that you would lose a lot of respect back here. From me. And from the big guy upstairs."

Wilma looked upstairs at a fat Mexican janitor on the second floor. "Santos would lose respect for me? I could never live with myself! I'd rather die! I'm sorry, Trey, you'll have to go away and use this 'Masturbation' book."

"Well...there better be pictures. Angel, this insanity is going to end. Next week. Why don't you make the trip, take those wings out of your ass and fly to the pay-per-view. Because I'm gonna give your retarded ass a moment of greatness. And this time, there won't be a group of people to help you win against me."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Angel said with a smile. "I may not have team bOb, but I may just have a new team to annoy you with. Stay tuned. Wilma?"

"Yes, Kurt?"

"How would you like to come get drunk with me and some of my friends at the bar?"

"Sure!"

Vincent watched as Angel and Wilma left the library. "Drunk, eh?"

NEXT CHAPTER: Kurt Angel vs. Trey Vincent >>

©2003 John Leary