Wedding Scrapbook, Page 4
Pressure Point 79
Oct. 20, 2003
Starring: Reed Young, Carolina Young & Trey Vincent
Writer: John Leary
October 13, 2003. Pressure Point 78.
“You know what I don’t get,” Trey Vincent asked his love bunny backstage in Carolina Young’s office.
“What’s that honey bunny?” Carolina asked as she watched the opposition’s shows off-screen.
“You’ve got a lesbian angle going on in this federation, and it’s fucking boring,” Vincent said shaking his hand with every word, as if he couldn’t believe it. “I mean, here I am. A guy who has watched, produced and starred in some lesbian films, and this angle does nothing for me.”
“You’re a lesbian?” Carolina asked, a bit confused.
“Um, yeah,” Trey said rolling his eyes. “Anyway, then I noticed that I haven’t really been jerking off to as much porn since you’ve been around since we bang every day. And I’m like. You know, that Carolina Young is great. I love her madly. And...I want to marry her.”
That broke Carolina away from her viewing of the “other” shows.
“Huuuhh?” she said as her jaw dropped.
That’s when it happened. Vincent walked around the desk and got down on his knees before her, taking a diamond ring out and holding it up in front of her. She stared down at him, eyes teary, a huge smile making her beautiful face light up.
“Carolina, will you marry me, Trey Vincent, and thusly entitle me to half of your inheritance?”
“I DO!” Carolina shouted, jumping down and landing on top of Vincent, rapidly kissing him with all her might.
“HEY!” Reed Young said as he entered the room. “Get off my daughter!”
“Uh, she’s on me,” Vincent said with a chuckle. “Besides, we’re celebrating.”
“You’re about to be a daddy, Daddy.”
“You’re pregnant with, umm, my kid now?” Reed said, scratching his head and looking as confused as ever.
“No,” Vincent said, getting up. “I’m joining the family. I’m marrying your daughter.”
“TREY! BUFFALO! I mean, CAROLINA! THAT’S GREAT! I’m shutting down Action and we’re gonna go CELEBRATE with CIGARS and CHAMPAGNE and HOOKERS!”
“Woohoo!” Vincent shouted. “I mean, uh, except for the hookers.”
“This is all, rather, sudden isn’t it?” Reed asked.
“C’mon, Reed. I have watched this girl become a woman. And what a hot woman she is at that. Just think. With your money and my looks what kind of kids we’ll have together. It’ll be the new sports entertainment empire. I know it seems like just yesterday she was born—“
“Today, even,” Reed mumbled in confusion.
“But that’s what it’s like being a parent. One day they’re sitting on your lap. The next minute she’s sitting on mine.”
“C’mon Daddy! Let’s go celebrate!”
“So, you’re not pregnant then?” Reed asked.
“Get Reed Young’s lookalike, will you?” Vincent asked somebody off-camera. “He can handle the rest of this show.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Vincent,” a voice answered from off-camera.
Everyone headed out the door.
And Kurt Angel stepped inside!
*DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN.*
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