Take 1

PIW Massacre
Nov. 9, 2002

"How hard is it to get an interrogation lamp. Damn damn damn. Fine."

Trey Vincent smashed the phone down in disgust. He was in a small, office of some sort in the arena. His feet were up on a table as he reclined in a black leather chair. Suddenly he sat forward, picked up an apple, shined it on his Pinnacle of Sports Entertainment T-shirt and then replaced it on the desk. He then pulled out a Swiss Army knife. He looked at the blade and put his left hand on the dark brown wood table.

He positioned his right hand, the one with the knife, as if he were about to try the old quickly stab the knife between all the fingers trick.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"OWWW," Vincent screamed out as the point of the blade came down on his index finger.

In walked Iceman!

"What the hell? Aren't you the fed jobber?"

Iceman either ignored the comment or just didn't care. He walked in and sat down in a chair across the table from Vincent, eyeing the apple on the table.

"You want to be my partner?"

Iceman finally perked up. "That's right! I need someone to share milkshakes and ice cream with!"

"IF you even think about mentioning hand holding, I'll come over this desk and give you the beating of a lifetime."

Iceman nervously cleared his throat and continued. "Think about it," he said, failing to slyly grab the apple from the desk. "You like carrying a baseball bat. I had a wiffleball bat." Iceman dropped the apple in his crotch and crossed his legs casually.

Trey raised his eyebrows and looked at the apple.

"I was a TV Champion! And your initials are TV! We could be the TV something or others!"

Iceman raised the apple to his mouth to eat it.

"WAIT ICEMAN, THAT'S"

CRUNCH.

"Plastic," Vincent said, his voice lowering in disappointment.

"MMMM. MMMMMMM!" Iceman mumbled out.

The apple was stuck on his teeth!

Vincent got up and walked around. He tried pulling the apple out.

It didn't budge.

Vincent put a foot against Iceman's chest. "On the count of three, OK?" Vincent said. "One. Two." Vincent VIOLENTLY pulled back!

The apple was released!

Iceman tipped over backwards and landed on his head!

Vincent stumbled a bit and after recovering from his own trauma, he walked over and looked down at Iceman. Apparently, he'd had enough and thanked them Iceman for his time. "Let's just say, you have a snowball's chance in hell of being my partner."

Iceman smiled as he pulled himself up and headed toward the door. "So...you're saying there is a chance?"

Vincent slapped his forehead and pointed to the door, as Iceman celebrated...thinking he had a chance.

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©2002 John Leary