Wedding Scrapbook, Page 1

Pressure Point 79
Oct. 20, 2003
Starring: Reed Young, Aria Giovanni & Trey Vincent
Writer: John Leary

March 13, 2002. Pressure Point 1

Backstage, in Reed Young’s office, the boss scrambled around, tossing papers off his desk onto the floor. He slammed his hands hard against the table, nearly breaking down in tears. And another minute alone, he might have. Instead, the door opened up. Reed glanced forward and instantly a smile played over his face.

“The FUCKING MOTHER of my UNBORN DAUGHTER! Aria Giovanni!” Young yelled out.

“Reed!” she yelled out, smiling nervously and massaging her big belly. It appeared she was just about ready to pop out a kid. She was dressed in a maternity red leather top that was tied in the back with black strings, a black leather mini-skirt and fishnet stockings.

Young moved over to his, uh, girlfriend? He rubbed her belly and she ducked back when he tried to tongue kiss her.

“You know I don’t want you touching me. I’m irritable.”

“Pack your bags,” Young told the woman.

“Pardon?”

“Action Wrestling is closed, and I’m taking YOU to the HOSPITAL! For a tummy tuck!”

“Reed, I’m PREGNANT, not overweight. What’s wrong?”

“Trey Vincent is LATE. Much like how you were about nine months ago, and you just thought it was all the partying we were doing and I was like, 'No, you must be pregnant.' And YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE ME!”

“Well, you are incredibly stupid. Who would’ve thought you’d get this one right?”

“Without Trey, the ratings are RUINED! No one will watch now. I mean, you already have the fWo, the Asylum, 21w, IWO and I’d even go and say RiVal Wrestling... the hell with this, Action’s fans’ are killed.”

“Hey, boss,” Vincent greeted from the doorway. Overdubbed sit-comish applause was heard.

“TREY! Ratings alert! Ratings alert!”

That’s when Aria began moaning.

“Is she practicing for her next porno?” Trey asked.

“No, you morons, my water just broke.”

“Oh, I thought that was just from me walking in the room, making you wet. I have that affect on women. Hey! You’re incredibly fat. No wonder why you’re not doing pornos.”

“I’m PREGNANT! Why must I explain this every time I see both of you?”

“Wait, wait, you’re pregnant AND your water just broke? That means we have to take you to the hospital. I’ve got my 2003 Jeep outside. Let’s roll!”

“2003?” Aria asked.

“Oh, ask questions later. We need to get you to—”

The hospital. In the waiting room, Reed Young and Trey Vincent were the only ones there.

“Shouldn’t I be in there with her?” Young asked.

“Nah. I think they’re making a pregnant gang bang video until your kid pops out. Just be patient. You don’t want to see a gang bang and a pregnancy in the same night. Trust me. Everything will be OK.”

“Trey!” Young said, running towards him so quickly that they butted heads and both recoiled in pain. “I’m gonna be a father, I think. So...I need you to help me out!”

“Don’t worry Reed. I’ll be there for you and your kid as long as you keep paying me.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

A doctor emerged, dressed in green hospital scrubs. Little red blobs were dripping down the front of his pants from around the crotch area. “You can come see her now.”

Inside a generic hospital room, a gaggle of nurses were all busying themselves as Young entered first, followed by Vincent. They approached Aria, who laid in bed with a little bundled treasure.

“You’re a daddy. Of a girl.”

“Oh, thank God, she’s not black!” Young said. “What a load off my mind.”

“WHAT?” Aria asked.

“Well, I’m white and you’re white, but I didn’t know—”

“Ignore him,” Vincent said, not wanting to ruin the magical moment. Vincent walked around to the other side of the bed and looked down at the new arrival. “Wow. She’s gonna be hot.”

“How can you tell?” Aria asked.

“You’re her mother,” Vincent said. “What’s her name.”

“Let’s name her after where we are. Since I never want to forget tonight.”

“You want to call her BUFFALO?” Young asked.

“No. Carolina. Carolina Young.”

“Carolina,” Young said. “RATINGS!”

“Her middle name is NOT going to be RATINGS! How many times must I tell you that,” Aria said, smiling.

“Carolina,” Vincent said, eyeing the baby girl with a smile. “What a beautiful name.”

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