Wedding Scrapbook, Page 2

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

July 17, 2002. Pressure Point 20.

“Without Me” blasted throughout the arena as Reed Young stepped out to confront LLB. He stood on the ramp, looking out at the crowd in the Compaq Center as the Video Screen showed Young and Jeremy Bold acting as Eminem and Dr. Dre in the “Ratings Mobile.”

“LLB, I know you don’t mind me coming out here, but there is something MORE IMPORTANT than you I must address right now. And that, is my just turned legal 18-year-old daughter, Carolina! She’s ready to take on the WRESTLING WORLD as our newest WRITER! And no doubt, as all good daughters do, she will STUN YOU and make ratings go through the ROOF, as my man, the other half of Team RATINGS! would say. Yes, TREY VINCENT! So please welcome, my daughter, and Action’s newest HEAD BOOKER, CAROLINA YOUNG!”

The cameras cut to LLB in the ring, who stared up at the ramp. Back up on the ramp, Carolina Young stepped out. Now, amazingly, not still an infant, but instead a fully developed 18-year-old woman. Picture Tera Patrick. And if you can’t, do a Google search for her.

“ERECTION!” yelled the crowd.

“Stop that!” Young yelled at the crowd! “SHE’S MY DAUGHTER!”

“ERECTION!” yelled the crowd.

That’s when Trey Vincent’s music hit. “All Hail The New Flesh” by Strapping Young Lad. He ran out without his customary pyro for that song and grabbed the microphone with his right hand and Carolina’s hand with his left hand.

“You people should be ashamed of yourselves!” Vincent yelled at the crowd.

Crowd: “ERECTION!”

“Carolina Young is not just some sexual vanilla eye candy for you losers.” Vincent stood in front of her, getting boos from the crowd. “Show some respect. This woman has as much of a brain as can be expected when you mix a porn star and Reed Young’s genetics. She is not just a body.”

Behind Vincent, Carolina was blushing, happy to have such a handsome, charismatic superstar coming to her defense against those ugly losers in the crowd.

“ERECTION!”

“As a matter of fact, you people don’t even DESERVE to see her on camera. And let me tell you something. She doesn’t sound at ALL like Stephanie McMahon. She doesn’t have the sort of voice that drives men to their remote controls, never to return to the crappy non-hiring me federation. And Stephanie is as ugly as the day is long, and as you can see, Carolina’s ugly day would last for half a second. So, congrats to all of you Action fans. I am father time, and your erection is OVER!”

Vincent tossed down the microphone and pulled a smiling Carolina Young towards backstage.

There, Carolina stopped Trey.

“I can’t believe you did that for me, Trey. You are such a sweetheart.”

“I know,” Vincent said without even a hesitation. “I care a lot about you, Carolina. More than you can ever know.”

“More than my dad?”

“Yep. But in a much different way.”

That’s when slowly, a bit unsure of herself, Carolina leaned in toward Vincent. Slowly, their lips met and sparks flew. And it wasn’t just some sort of pyro effect or a faulty lighting. Emotional sparks. The kind that made both of them breathless. The kind that made both of them kiss more fiercely. The kind that made—

“Want to go somewhere quiet?” Carolina asked.

“The library?” Vincent asked.

“Let’s go!”

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