Wedding Scrapbook, Page 3

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

February 24, 2003. Pressure Point 50.

“llb... llb... llb... llb... llb... llb... llb... llb... LLB... LLB... LLB... LLB...”

And soon, the building started to shake.

“LLB! LLB! LLB! LLB! LLB! LLB! LLB! LLB!”

“Without Me” by Eminem.

Never before had Action Wrestling been witnessed to more people booing as hard as ever before. Never had Action Wrestling been witness to something like this...

Something that was going to be a ride in which no one would forget.

Out walked Reed Young, alongside the new Action Champion, the ‘Sports Entertainment Icon’ Trey Vincent and Reed’s daughter, Carolina. A woman who had played a HUGE part in defeating LLB. They had SHOCKED THE SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT WORLD /hype. But just think, it could have been some jobber like Sean Cylear here now instead of TV.

TV = RATINGS.

“Did I...” He started, while instant boos flooded into his speech. “Did I hear you right, Roland? Did you- you just say... ‘Objection’?”

Some of the Fans tried to reply with “Erection,” but they were cut off by Reed. Vincent could not believe the joke had yet to wear out. He had been dating Carolina exclusively for months now, ever since she became legal. Granted, she was smoking, but, I guess at least they weren’t chanting “slut” every week.

“But how in the HELL could you say something like that... after admitting to your guilt last week at the Pay-Per-View!?”

LLB didn’t reply.

“Huh Roland!? HUH!?!?” Young turned to the Crowd, as his face changed from a happy one, to an enraged one. “If any of you fucks missed the God damn show... LLB is not. A. Lawyer!”

Boos.

“And I’m the CHAMPION,” Vincent chimed in.

“NOT A LAWYER... NOT A LAWYER... NOT. A. FUCKING. LAWYER!”

And giving himself a chance to catch his own breath, Young looked over at Vincent, whom still smirked. “Why don’t you give it up, Roland? Why don’t you just quit? You had a good run while you could. I mean, let’s face it buddy... all you do, all you say... is based on the law. But since you’re now a phony, a false... a God damn Mother fucker...What in the hell do you have left?”

The fans booed.

“Tell me that Roland! Tell me what in the hell you have left without the law!”

He didn’t reply. LLB just stood there, watching.

“Not to be selfish here or anything,” Vincent said interrupting, “but this fed is built around Trey Vincent now. LLB, you’re ancient history. I’ve got the boss. I’ve got his daughter. I’ve got the Action Title! And you, from what I hear, are not a lawyer, or something. So, instead of Reed telling you you’re not a lawyer for the next fifteen minutes, how about we decide to settle this. With you LEAVING the company until I say it’s OK for you to come back. Go on, LLB. Scoot. Get out. Just pack up and leave. You have my OK.”

The film paused and a narrator spoke over the still image and somebody telestrated devil horns on LLB: “And that’s why LLB REALLY left Action. All thanks to the creative geniuses Reed and Carolina Young, and Trey Vincent! And they celebrated by drinking and partying for weeks backstage...happily for a while. The Team RATINGS era was upon us!”

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