Rhett opened his dry, crusted over eyes. His head ached and he felt sick to his stomach. Scars, blood and sweat covered his tan L.A. face. Looking around, he did not remember the surroundings. Everything that could possibly be flammable was on fire, bricks were scattered around the wreckage, metal beams lay everywhere. A flurry of dust and debris was swept up as he attempted to lift himself up. As Rhett attempted to grab a bar to support himself, a hand slapped his away, causing him to fall back down onto a wooden plank. He looked up to see a man, most likely in his 40's, wearing all black, standing in front of him in the rubble of their studio. He also had some sort of pistol in his right hand, Rhett guessed it to be a Desert Eagle. His face was covered by a black bandana and, of course, a black hat. The man took a good look at Rhett and after about three seconds, his thick eyebrows shot up, realizing who it was. "Joe! Joe! Get over her now! Your never going to believe this," yelled the mysterious man. Rhett sat confused and in pain as Joe, slightly younger and shorter, appeared behind the man. He wore almost the identical outfit. With one look, Joe started to laugh with a joyous look on the little face Rhett could make out.

"I can't believe this actually worked, Vincent! We're going to be so rich man!" said Joe enthusiastically to his friend, who Rhett now had a name for. "Listen Joe, that was the easy part. The next part is going to be a whole lot more difficult."

The two men's mood changed immediately. Vincent and Joe both grabbed one of Rhett's large arms and pulled him up. The pain became excruciating, and Rhett realized he had large wooden splinters in his arms from when he fell onto the plank. Once on his feet, Vincent shoved his Desert Eagle into Rhett's back forcefully and said with an evil hint, "You're coming with us, NOW."

Joe lead Rhett and Vincent through the remains of the studio. It was unrecognizable. They passed an officer who had a large metal spike going through his chubby body. A brick had smashed his poor head, which was now a bloody mess. Looking closer, much to Rhett's demise, it was officer Ian! Rhett, with a gun still driving into his lower back, turned to the side and vomited. Vincent shoved the head of the gun deeper into his already aching back. Rhett, who was still weak from the vomiting, tripped and his face crashed onto an uneven piece of metal. It hurt, and as he quickly evaluated it, he realized it was the camera they used to record their shows. So many memories happened here, hundreds of episodes, countless guests for GMM and Ear Biscuits. Then Rhett suddenly got a sudden rush of panic as two words entered his mind. Where's Link? Where's Link?

"Hey, get up asshole!" shouted Joe vigorously. Rhett did his best to push himself up, but his arms were scared, bleeding, and weak. When the duo realized their prize couldn't support himself, they uncaringly grabbed each of Rhett's badly wounded arms and hoisted him up.

They walked for about a minute more and then reached the edge of the property, revealing a black Ford Fiesta. It was incredibly dirty for an L.A. car, making Rhett guess they weren't from around here. Rhett looked around and saw an entire squad of police cars, S.W.A.T, and medical vehicles speeding at high speed towards the destroyed studio. The two abductors quickly opened the miniature sized trunk of their car and carelessly threw the half limp body of Rhett McLaughlin into it. Before they closed the trunk, Vincent hit Rhett's already bruised head with the Desert Eagle, knocking him out.

END OF PART 2 – PART 3 COMING SOON