Note: This story of Nitro City continues right after Gothic Gundam.
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. Other superstars listed Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Vera, Garcia, the Griever, Detour, the Mullet, Slug, Genevieve and Lash are property of the author Dave Scott. For permission to use any of my characters, please e-mail me at bender_hkw@lycos.com. I mean it.
(What?)
Stone Cold's hideout was about forty-five minutes away from where Bradshaw's ranch was located. Sea Wolf parked in a field that looked like an off-road racing track. Four trucks pulled up the minute he arrived.
Austin, the man with the mullet, the fat bearded man, Jamie Noble, some Hispanic woman in cut off shorts clinging to Jamie, Vera, Garcia, a blonde man in overalls wearing a rebel bandana and some identical twin bikers approached him.
Sea Wolf was cautious as these individuals approached him. He had stolen one of their Keggers. He got into a fight with two of the Regulators, but he remembered the favor he did for Jamie Noble and he did back up Vera and Garcia during their hit on Sparrow back at the Bowery. "We'll have to wait and see," he said to himself.
"So you made it, jackass! Now let's see if you have what it takes to join my Regulators." He pointed to the off-road track and then the pickup truck. "Here's what you have to do. I want you to take that Samson right over there and drive through each checkpoint, the orange flags. You have to drive through all twenty-five of them. I'll be timing you so the clock starts once you start the engine. Now get your ass in the truck!"
Sea Wolf did so and started his engine and hit the gas. The first four checkpoints were smooth, but he looked ahead as the next few were uphill. He could hear the Regulators heckling him as he gunned the engine and went through the next checkpoint. "Only twenty more." He continued on the bumpy track going through a rocky path that slowed him down but didn't that didn't stop him from getting through the next five.
He went up the next hill, passing some more and slid down into a muddy pit and got stuck for a few seconds, but he stepped on the gas some more and zoomed through the next few. There was just one steeper hill to get past. After passing through three more checkpoints, he went downhill, but the Samson went over a hole and flipped the truck over a few times but miraculously landed right side up. He let out a sight of relief and smiled when he discovered that he passed some more. All of the Regulators except for Stone Cold ran on to the off-road tracks and waited for him to pass through. They began throwing empty beer cans at the truck, hoping to distract him but he ignored them and kept driving until he passed the last few checkpoints.
He parked the Samson and approached Austin. "So what's my time?"
"You son of a bitch! That was less than five minutes!" He looked up from the stopwatch. "You're in!" The other members of the Regulators gave him a handshake or a pat on the back after hearing the news. Jamie Noble's girl, on the other hand, jumped into his arms and gave him a sloppy kiss on the lips.
Austin pulled Sea Wolf to his side. "Let me introduce you to these no good bastards! I know you've already met Vera, Garcia and Jamie Noble." He pointed to the fat bearded guy and the guy with the mullet. "These guys are Slug and Bart Curry aka the Mullet. They're my best beer barons until you came along." The blonde man with the rebel flag bandana popped open his flask. "This is Chris Hamrick, one of my benefactors. You've worked for my other, Bradshaw." He looked at the twins. They were over six feet tall; their heads were shaved clean, tattoos and facial hair. "Those are Don and Ron Harris. My bodyguards." He shook his hand. "Welcome to the team."
"Thanks, Austin." He jumped into his vehicle and followed the Regulators to their brewing plant. He entered the plant and followed Austin into his office.
(Bootlegger)
"Take a seat, kid." He stood over him and gave him a cold stare for a minute. "Now that you're in our gang, there are a few rules we must go over. First of all, you're not allowed to tell anyone about our business. Secondly, you can only see our homemade brew when I authorize it. Third, the cops can't find out about our plant either. Since we don't have a liquor license, our brand is illegal. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now I have a job for you. I can be a forgiving person. You did hijack one of my trucks but Nash told me about one of his best customers bribing someone to do, so luckily, I got my truck back. Once the Mullet and Slug told me that it was you, I thought of kicking the crap out of you, but since you're a friend of Nash's I had a change of heart. Tonight, I'm giving the Mullet and Slug the night off. You're doing a beer run." He handed him a notebook with numerous addresses written in it. "Those are the drop offs. If you spot any frat parties or bums looking for a cheap drink, feel free to sell. That's more money for us.
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It was ten o'clock in the evening and he departed from the brewing plant. It wasn't his first beer run but he gazed at the notebook and headed to the first location. It was an Irish pub in St. Brand. After hauling thirty kegs into the back of the pub, the tall built owner handed him an a thousand dollar check and wished him well.
The next stop was at a convenient store in Van Deavor. The owner, Tiger Ali, thanked him for the delivery and told him to come again. The next few were minor bars and grocery stores. He had passed through the Bowery and dispensed some booze to some bums who were willing to cough up the money that they could scrounge.
There was also a local college that was having yet another worthless party. He stopped by and approached the head of the fraternity. The dumbass, who called himself Jonah waited too long to go to the liquor store was getting heat from his fellow roommates. Sea Wolf decided to step in and provide the refreshments.
"How much do you want?"
"Twenty bucks a keg."
"What?"
"Don't get started with me. Do we have a deal or not?"
"Fine."
After receiving the cash, Sea Wolf hauled the last kegs into the frat house and headed back to the Kegger. That's when the police showed up.
"Stay where you are!" the cop yelled.
He was not in the mood to kill anyone. Especially cops. He fired at the tires of the police car and then jumped into the Kegger. He could hear the cop call for back up and floored it.
The sirens began to wail as he left Van Deavor. He looked into his side view mirror and spotted two cop cars behind him. He slowed down until they caught up with him and then swerved into both cars. They wouldn't give up so he fired at their vehicles, blowing out the two front tires of the first police car and watched it go off the road. He rammed the second and watched it flip over a couple of times and land in a ditch. He kept going and pulled into the brewing factory. He returned to Austin's office and handed him the profit he made.
"That was fast!" He counted the money and gave him a percentage of the profit. "I knew I could count on you. If you ever need any help or just looking to get plastered, you'll know where to find me. Either here or at the Hangman."
(The Meeting)
Sea Wolf dropped into the Hangman around 5p.m. It was hours before the bar would open, but Kevin Nash called him up for some pressing business. "Justin, you came early. Good! Here's what I want you to do. A friend of mine has called a meeting. He works for some facility and happens to be an insider. Our meeting place is up in his home in St. Brand. I've called up Hank Brenner to have a limo ready for you. I want you to go pick up Bradshaw at the ranch, Booker T at Ethyl Mae's Diner, Scott Hall at his office, Tommy Dreamer at the scrap yard and then come back here and pick me up. We'll head off to St. Brand together."
He left the Hangman and picked up the limo. He went north and honked the horn, waiting for Bradshaw, Chris Harris and James Storm to enter. He headed to the diner in Van Deavor and honked as Booker finished his meal and left the money on the table.
"You a chauffer now?" Booker said as he jumped in the passenger seat of the limousine.
"No, Nash asked me to pick a few up. We have a meeting in an hour and a half. I don't know who it is, but Nash says it's important."
"It must be. He's a trusting person."
He pulled in front of Scott Hall's office and watched him walk crookedly toward the limo. Him and Booker helped him into the backseat. "We'll leave the window down for you. In case you have to vomit." Him and Booker got back into the limo and picked up Tommy Dreamer from the scrap yard and then went back to the Hangman to pick up Nash.
"We'll turn right on Isotope Lane and then go uphill until we reach the end of the road and then turn left. The address is 2552 Greenbrook Street. Now let's get going."
A black hearse-like car appeared beside them and began to follow them. Sea Wolf didn't think too much of it until a similar car on the opposite side came from out of nowhere and smashed into the front exterior. Kevin Nash took a closer look at them. They were Hell Riders. "The Creepers! They're following us!"
Sea Wolf handed Booker the uzi that he usually kept in the glove box of every vehicle he had driven ever since living in this city. "Use this, Booker. I'll drive!" He looked back at the rest of the passengers. "Hang on!" He clicked on the radio and let Slayer's 'Dittohead' blast throughout the limo.
Booker let his window down and fired non-stop at the Hell Rider on his side. Once it caught fire, Sea Wolf collided into the other gang car and knocked it into a pothole that was large enough to trap an ambulance.
Another car appeared and chased the limo as it was going uphill and
rammed into the bumper. Sea Wolf ignored it and kept driving toward
Greenbrook Street. They reached their destiny, but the one Hell Rider
that chased them was still on their tail and two others were blocking
the open gate to the building. Three Creepers stepped out of their
cars and began shooting at the lone limousine. Sea Wolf told everyone
to stay calm and sped up, mowing down the Creepers firing and barging
through the parked cars. They weren't out of the woods yet. They got out of the limo and returned fire at the Gothic thugs who charged at them. Tommy took a stick of dynamite from his belt, lit the fuse and tossed it between the two parks vehicles, watching them fly into bits. The car that was chasing them pulled into the driveway, but Bradshaw and his lackeys stepped up and fired until the car started smoking. Bradshaw told his lackeys to cease-fire and them sent a single shotgun shell into the car and watched it blow.
"Looks like we made it," Nash told them.
One more Hell Rider approached them at top speed, but stopped before it could get near them, it came to a sudden stop and threw someone out of the backseat and then took off without him. The young blond haired man slowly got up and gave them all a long stare.
Bradshaw stared back. "That's Christian. One of those pansies that works for the Creepers. What's he doing here on his own?" He snapped his finger. "Chris. James. Whoop that guy's ass!" Both guys approached Christian, but they all noticed something different about the guy.
He began to salivate and snarl when they approached him. His upper body was getting bigger, his eyes were bloodshot and he let out an inhuman scream. Chris Harris and James Storm continued to attack Christian but he gave them a beating of their own. Tommy and Bradshaw went after the aggressive Creeper, but they were pounded the same way as Chris Harris and James Storm.
"Here goes nothing," Sea Wolf said. Booker T followed. Both men started throwing punches at Christian and backed him into the gate, but he managed to take every blow. He knocked them down and waited for more challengers.
Sea Wolf got up and speared him into a nearby tree. He stood up straight and began to mud hole stomp the guy for awhile and then gave him a stunner.
Christian slowly got back up, but Booker was ready to go at him. Sea Wolf stood aside and watched Booker get to work. He delivered a few chops into Christian's chest but was still standing.
He struck back at Booker. After four hits, Booker evaded the next few and kicked the guy in the stomach. He jumped up and brought down one foot down on Christian's back and then gave him a roundhouse kick to the face. The Creeper got up within seconds and clotheslined him across the throat and gave him a power bomb to the concrete. Sea Wolf stepped up to give Booker enough time to recover.
Christian picked up a car door that was lying on the ground and gave him a shot to the head with it, along with Booker and the others. Sea Wolf pulled himself together and speared Christian in the back and kicked the car door from his reach. He waited for him to get up and gave him a stunner. This psychopath just didn't know when to quit. Sea Wolf waited again and gave him another spear and then lifted him from the ground and imitated an Impaler/Jackhammer crashing Christian down on his head. The guy was only stunned. Justin helped him up and gave him another stunner for good measures. He looked back before heading to the limo. "Bradshaw, hand me your shotgun."
He caught the weapon and turned to shoot, but Christian grabbed the gun and broke it over his knee. He let out a roar and knocked him to the ground. He grabbed him by the front of the collar and hit him as hard as he could.
Sea Wolf didn't know where he was for awhile until Christian stopped hitting him. The Creeper began to clutch his hands over his own head and began to let out hideous screaming. It looked like he had a splitting headache, but he started to cough up some nasty stuff. He walked around doing this until he dropped to the driveway. Him and Booker took a closer look. Christian wasn't moving. His pulse was checked. "He's dead. It looked like he might have had a seizure or something." He looked again and spotted a patch on each side of his neck. "Or he might have been on something."
Kevin Nash stepped up to the corpse. "It might be the same drug that Sparrow tainted those drinks with. The victims were acting the same way. The Regulators were around when it happened and had to shoot some of them. I guess it was better than seeing what we just saw now." He looked at the Victorian House along the driveway. "Let's go see Shawn."
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They entered the building and escorted to a room that looked like a business office. The Regulators were in the room waiting along with the rest. As Sea Wolf took his seat, a man in his late thirties entered the room.
"I hear that we have a newcomer."
"This is Sea Wolf," Kevin Nash spoke up.
The man shook his hand. "I'm Shawn Michaels. I work for Jakob-Nimo, a research facility. I'm the head of security."
"Okay."
"I've heard about you. This meeting concerns you as well as everyone else, so we'll talk later." Almost an hour had passed. Shawn mostly spoke of some secrets he received from his facility and passed them to everybody, giving them heads up on what to watch out for. Once it came to a close, Shawn Michaels and Kevin Nash asked Sea Wolf to stay.
Kevin shook his hand again. "You did great out there earlier. The driving. The fight. You're the best hitman we've ever had, you know that? The Creepers have given us shit too long. If they want a war, they've got it." He looked at his watch. "I have a bar to open. See you around." Then he left the room.
(Wired)
Shawn looked at him. "So you're a jack of all trades?"
"Yes, sir."
"After all that we went over, tonight, I figure you're the right man for the job. You look like the type who can blend in with others. I can do the same thing too, but if anyone spots me, I'm a dead duck."
"What's the problem?"
"There's a club in uptown called 'WOO!' It's one of those rich people only nightclubs. A powerful businessman named Ric Flair runs it. He literally owns half the city and could run the law if he wants to. I know that he has some dirty little secrets and so do some of his associates. If we can bring them down, at least half this city will be cleaned up."
Sea Wolf headed for the door. "That limo you had driven here got trashed, so you'll need to take the other one. You'll need some decent attire or they won't let you in. Here's a card." He handed him something that looked like a microchip. "You'll need to place this in your ear. I'll be able to pick up what you listen to, so go have a good time."
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He stepped out of the limo in his new suit and entered 'WOO!' without a problem. It was fancy but way out of his league. "I hope I don't have to stay here all night. This place is full of preppies, whores and crooked cops." He headed to the bar and asked for a Budweiser, but felt like an idiot when he found out they didn't serve beer. He wasn't the type of person to go for mixed drinks or liquor. He just couldn't handle any of that stuff.
He asked for a screwdriver and sat in one area for almost two hours. He hadn't picked up any information. "This is just a waste of time." He looked at his drink. "This screwdriver tastes like ass." A short stocky guy approached him as he threw away his half filled cup.
The man wore a gray suit; he had a crew cut, a goatee, and orange-rimmed sunglasses and spoke with a Brooklyn accent. "I haven't seen you around here? What's your name, kid?"
"Justin Timberwolfe, but my friends call me Sea Wolf. That was my code name back in the Navy."
"Sergeant Senercha of the Nitro City police." He showed his badge. "Everyone calls me Tazz." He glared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Nothing really. I'll probably be gone soon. This place blows!"
"I agree. You're new in town aren't you? Well, I'll introduce you." He walked him to one of the bars. The blonde woman smiled and said hello to both of them. "I'll have an iced tea. What would you like, Justin?"
"Scotch on the rocks."
The woman handed them their drinks as Tazz paid her. He looked at Justin and then looked at the buxom blonde. "What are you waiting for, pal? Talk to her. She's the only ounce of humanity that resides in this club."
"Alright." He sat down at the bar. "Hello there. I'm Justin Timberwolfe. I'm new in town."
"Trish Stratus. You look great. Why don't you come around more often?"
"I don't know," he said casually, "I'm more of a biker or heavy metal guy. Besides, I don't like dressing this nice. This place kind of sucks."
"A rebel I see."
"You can say that. What brought you here?"
"I went though medical school and just work here for tuition."
"So it's your second job?"
"Yes, I'd like to stroll with you, but I have till one tonight." She looked over his shoulder. "This place swarms with mainly celebrities and the most powerful individuals in this town. Sit back and listen." She kept that beautiful smile on her face as she spoke. "Take a look around you."
The first person she pointed out had longish brown hair, a goatee and a sadistic smile. There were a group of slutty looking women listening to his cheesy talk. "That's Sean O'Haire. He's the owner of the city's baseball team, the Nitro City Pitbulls. He seems like a nice guy but looks sneaky."
A handsome clean-cut guy was standing a few feet away from where Justin was sitting. The guy was busy talking to a few of his friends about his racecars. "That guy is Chris Hutchens, a NASCAR racing champion. He calls himself Detour. He's sweet and so are his friends."
There was a beautiful young woman speaking to her date. She looked exquisite in her silver dress, silky brown hair and starry eyes, but they both could clearly hear her talking about dissecting internal organs and embalming fluid. "Gross. She always does this. Her name's Gina Flowinn. She's a coroner."
The next person she pointed out wore a suit that looked like it cost him a few grand. His blonde hair was long, but his nose looked big enough for a bird to perch on. He was enjoying his swordfish steak and appeared to be very bossy around his servers. "Try to avoid that man. He's the president of a video game and software company. His name's Hunter Hearst Helmsley. He's very picky and has a tiny dick."
An older man happened to walk by. It seemed like a crowd of people were following him. He looked like Leslie Nielsen and seemed like a nice guy. "Ric Flair. He's the owner of this establishment. Those men walking beside him are his bodyguards. The big guy is Batista. The pretty boy is Randy Orton. That guy with the long black hair and shades is Erik Watts. He's a loud mouth. And that young guy who looks like a suck up is Ric's son David."
"Look at all those cretins," Sea Wolf said. "And most of them run this city, huh?"
"I'm afraid so." Ric Flair and his group were coming this way. "Could you stay right here and keep talking to me?" she whispered. "Watts over there has been getting on my nerves lately."
"Want him killed?"
"Oh, Justin. Very funny."
Ric Flair approached the bar. "Good evening, Miss Stratus. How's everything?"
"It's great! This is Justin. He's my date tonight and we're going out when my shift ends." They could hear Erik Watts say 'asshole' under his breath.
"You're a lucky man. Justin."
"Justin Timberwolfe, sir."
"Ric 'The Nature Boy' Flair. I sure hope you're enjoying yourself. You look like a fine gentleman. I mean you and Miss Stratus look like an item. Take good care of here, son and have a good time." He shook his hand and walked off with his bodyguards.
Sea Wolf stayed around throughout the evening, waiting for Trish's shift to end. He listened in on a few of the conversations and talked to a few people. Once one o'clock rolled around, him and Trish rushed to the limo. "Where to, darling?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Are you hungry?"
"You're cute, but we just met and we're not sleeping together."
"I meant real food."
"The only eateries open at this time of night are diners," the limo driver told them.
"That's cool. Take us to the closest one."
After an hour and a half of talking and enjoying a late breakfast, they both decided to call it a night and phone the next day. Trish was taken home and gave Justin a peck on the cheek before saying goodnight; Justin gave the driver a two hundred dollar tip and then headed home. He picked the microchip from his ear and placed it into his coat pocket, but before he could jump into his car, his pager went off. He took a quick look. It read:
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Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. Other superstars listed Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Vera, Garcia, the Griever, Detour, the Mullet, Slug, Genevieve and Lash are property of the author Dave Scott. For permission to use any of my characters, please e-mail me at bender_hkw@lycos.com. I mean it.
(What?)
Stone Cold's hideout was about forty-five minutes away from where Bradshaw's ranch was located. Sea Wolf parked in a field that looked like an off-road racing track. Four trucks pulled up the minute he arrived.
Austin, the man with the mullet, the fat bearded man, Jamie Noble, some Hispanic woman in cut off shorts clinging to Jamie, Vera, Garcia, a blonde man in overalls wearing a rebel bandana and some identical twin bikers approached him.
Sea Wolf was cautious as these individuals approached him. He had stolen one of their Keggers. He got into a fight with two of the Regulators, but he remembered the favor he did for Jamie Noble and he did back up Vera and Garcia during their hit on Sparrow back at the Bowery. "We'll have to wait and see," he said to himself.
"So you made it, jackass! Now let's see if you have what it takes to join my Regulators." He pointed to the off-road track and then the pickup truck. "Here's what you have to do. I want you to take that Samson right over there and drive through each checkpoint, the orange flags. You have to drive through all twenty-five of them. I'll be timing you so the clock starts once you start the engine. Now get your ass in the truck!"
Sea Wolf did so and started his engine and hit the gas. The first four checkpoints were smooth, but he looked ahead as the next few were uphill. He could hear the Regulators heckling him as he gunned the engine and went through the next checkpoint. "Only twenty more." He continued on the bumpy track going through a rocky path that slowed him down but didn't that didn't stop him from getting through the next five.
He went up the next hill, passing some more and slid down into a muddy pit and got stuck for a few seconds, but he stepped on the gas some more and zoomed through the next few. There was just one steeper hill to get past. After passing through three more checkpoints, he went downhill, but the Samson went over a hole and flipped the truck over a few times but miraculously landed right side up. He let out a sight of relief and smiled when he discovered that he passed some more. All of the Regulators except for Stone Cold ran on to the off-road tracks and waited for him to pass through. They began throwing empty beer cans at the truck, hoping to distract him but he ignored them and kept driving until he passed the last few checkpoints.
He parked the Samson and approached Austin. "So what's my time?"
"You son of a bitch! That was less than five minutes!" He looked up from the stopwatch. "You're in!" The other members of the Regulators gave him a handshake or a pat on the back after hearing the news. Jamie Noble's girl, on the other hand, jumped into his arms and gave him a sloppy kiss on the lips.
Austin pulled Sea Wolf to his side. "Let me introduce you to these no good bastards! I know you've already met Vera, Garcia and Jamie Noble." He pointed to the fat bearded guy and the guy with the mullet. "These guys are Slug and Bart Curry aka the Mullet. They're my best beer barons until you came along." The blonde man with the rebel flag bandana popped open his flask. "This is Chris Hamrick, one of my benefactors. You've worked for my other, Bradshaw." He looked at the twins. They were over six feet tall; their heads were shaved clean, tattoos and facial hair. "Those are Don and Ron Harris. My bodyguards." He shook his hand. "Welcome to the team."
"Thanks, Austin." He jumped into his vehicle and followed the Regulators to their brewing plant. He entered the plant and followed Austin into his office.
(Bootlegger)
"Take a seat, kid." He stood over him and gave him a cold stare for a minute. "Now that you're in our gang, there are a few rules we must go over. First of all, you're not allowed to tell anyone about our business. Secondly, you can only see our homemade brew when I authorize it. Third, the cops can't find out about our plant either. Since we don't have a liquor license, our brand is illegal. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now I have a job for you. I can be a forgiving person. You did hijack one of my trucks but Nash told me about one of his best customers bribing someone to do, so luckily, I got my truck back. Once the Mullet and Slug told me that it was you, I thought of kicking the crap out of you, but since you're a friend of Nash's I had a change of heart. Tonight, I'm giving the Mullet and Slug the night off. You're doing a beer run." He handed him a notebook with numerous addresses written in it. "Those are the drop offs. If you spot any frat parties or bums looking for a cheap drink, feel free to sell. That's more money for us.
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It was ten o'clock in the evening and he departed from the brewing plant. It wasn't his first beer run but he gazed at the notebook and headed to the first location. It was an Irish pub in St. Brand. After hauling thirty kegs into the back of the pub, the tall built owner handed him an a thousand dollar check and wished him well.
The next stop was at a convenient store in Van Deavor. The owner, Tiger Ali, thanked him for the delivery and told him to come again. The next few were minor bars and grocery stores. He had passed through the Bowery and dispensed some booze to some bums who were willing to cough up the money that they could scrounge.
There was also a local college that was having yet another worthless party. He stopped by and approached the head of the fraternity. The dumbass, who called himself Jonah waited too long to go to the liquor store was getting heat from his fellow roommates. Sea Wolf decided to step in and provide the refreshments.
"How much do you want?"
"Twenty bucks a keg."
"What?"
"Don't get started with me. Do we have a deal or not?"
"Fine."
After receiving the cash, Sea Wolf hauled the last kegs into the frat house and headed back to the Kegger. That's when the police showed up.
"Stay where you are!" the cop yelled.
He was not in the mood to kill anyone. Especially cops. He fired at the tires of the police car and then jumped into the Kegger. He could hear the cop call for back up and floored it.
The sirens began to wail as he left Van Deavor. He looked into his side view mirror and spotted two cop cars behind him. He slowed down until they caught up with him and then swerved into both cars. They wouldn't give up so he fired at their vehicles, blowing out the two front tires of the first police car and watched it go off the road. He rammed the second and watched it flip over a couple of times and land in a ditch. He kept going and pulled into the brewing factory. He returned to Austin's office and handed him the profit he made.
"That was fast!" He counted the money and gave him a percentage of the profit. "I knew I could count on you. If you ever need any help or just looking to get plastered, you'll know where to find me. Either here or at the Hangman."
(The Meeting)
Sea Wolf dropped into the Hangman around 5p.m. It was hours before the bar would open, but Kevin Nash called him up for some pressing business. "Justin, you came early. Good! Here's what I want you to do. A friend of mine has called a meeting. He works for some facility and happens to be an insider. Our meeting place is up in his home in St. Brand. I've called up Hank Brenner to have a limo ready for you. I want you to go pick up Bradshaw at the ranch, Booker T at Ethyl Mae's Diner, Scott Hall at his office, Tommy Dreamer at the scrap yard and then come back here and pick me up. We'll head off to St. Brand together."
He left the Hangman and picked up the limo. He went north and honked the horn, waiting for Bradshaw, Chris Harris and James Storm to enter. He headed to the diner in Van Deavor and honked as Booker finished his meal and left the money on the table.
"You a chauffer now?" Booker said as he jumped in the passenger seat of the limousine.
"No, Nash asked me to pick a few up. We have a meeting in an hour and a half. I don't know who it is, but Nash says it's important."
"It must be. He's a trusting person."
He pulled in front of Scott Hall's office and watched him walk crookedly toward the limo. Him and Booker helped him into the backseat. "We'll leave the window down for you. In case you have to vomit." Him and Booker got back into the limo and picked up Tommy Dreamer from the scrap yard and then went back to the Hangman to pick up Nash.
"We'll turn right on Isotope Lane and then go uphill until we reach the end of the road and then turn left. The address is 2552 Greenbrook Street. Now let's get going."
A black hearse-like car appeared beside them and began to follow them. Sea Wolf didn't think too much of it until a similar car on the opposite side came from out of nowhere and smashed into the front exterior. Kevin Nash took a closer look at them. They were Hell Riders. "The Creepers! They're following us!"
Sea Wolf handed Booker the uzi that he usually kept in the glove box of every vehicle he had driven ever since living in this city. "Use this, Booker. I'll drive!" He looked back at the rest of the passengers. "Hang on!" He clicked on the radio and let Slayer's 'Dittohead' blast throughout the limo.
Booker let his window down and fired non-stop at the Hell Rider on his side. Once it caught fire, Sea Wolf collided into the other gang car and knocked it into a pothole that was large enough to trap an ambulance.
Another car appeared and chased the limo as it was going uphill and
rammed into the bumper. Sea Wolf ignored it and kept driving toward
Greenbrook Street. They reached their destiny, but the one Hell Rider
that chased them was still on their tail and two others were blocking
the open gate to the building. Three Creepers stepped out of their
cars and began shooting at the lone limousine. Sea Wolf told everyone
to stay calm and sped up, mowing down the Creepers firing and barging
through the parked cars. They weren't out of the woods yet. They got out of the limo and returned fire at the Gothic thugs who charged at them. Tommy took a stick of dynamite from his belt, lit the fuse and tossed it between the two parks vehicles, watching them fly into bits. The car that was chasing them pulled into the driveway, but Bradshaw and his lackeys stepped up and fired until the car started smoking. Bradshaw told his lackeys to cease-fire and them sent a single shotgun shell into the car and watched it blow.
"Looks like we made it," Nash told them.
One more Hell Rider approached them at top speed, but stopped before it could get near them, it came to a sudden stop and threw someone out of the backseat and then took off without him. The young blond haired man slowly got up and gave them all a long stare.
Bradshaw stared back. "That's Christian. One of those pansies that works for the Creepers. What's he doing here on his own?" He snapped his finger. "Chris. James. Whoop that guy's ass!" Both guys approached Christian, but they all noticed something different about the guy.
He began to salivate and snarl when they approached him. His upper body was getting bigger, his eyes were bloodshot and he let out an inhuman scream. Chris Harris and James Storm continued to attack Christian but he gave them a beating of their own. Tommy and Bradshaw went after the aggressive Creeper, but they were pounded the same way as Chris Harris and James Storm.
"Here goes nothing," Sea Wolf said. Booker T followed. Both men started throwing punches at Christian and backed him into the gate, but he managed to take every blow. He knocked them down and waited for more challengers.
Sea Wolf got up and speared him into a nearby tree. He stood up straight and began to mud hole stomp the guy for awhile and then gave him a stunner.
Christian slowly got back up, but Booker was ready to go at him. Sea Wolf stood aside and watched Booker get to work. He delivered a few chops into Christian's chest but was still standing.
He struck back at Booker. After four hits, Booker evaded the next few and kicked the guy in the stomach. He jumped up and brought down one foot down on Christian's back and then gave him a roundhouse kick to the face. The Creeper got up within seconds and clotheslined him across the throat and gave him a power bomb to the concrete. Sea Wolf stepped up to give Booker enough time to recover.
Christian picked up a car door that was lying on the ground and gave him a shot to the head with it, along with Booker and the others. Sea Wolf pulled himself together and speared Christian in the back and kicked the car door from his reach. He waited for him to get up and gave him a stunner. This psychopath just didn't know when to quit. Sea Wolf waited again and gave him another spear and then lifted him from the ground and imitated an Impaler/Jackhammer crashing Christian down on his head. The guy was only stunned. Justin helped him up and gave him another stunner for good measures. He looked back before heading to the limo. "Bradshaw, hand me your shotgun."
He caught the weapon and turned to shoot, but Christian grabbed the gun and broke it over his knee. He let out a roar and knocked him to the ground. He grabbed him by the front of the collar and hit him as hard as he could.
Sea Wolf didn't know where he was for awhile until Christian stopped hitting him. The Creeper began to clutch his hands over his own head and began to let out hideous screaming. It looked like he had a splitting headache, but he started to cough up some nasty stuff. He walked around doing this until he dropped to the driveway. Him and Booker took a closer look. Christian wasn't moving. His pulse was checked. "He's dead. It looked like he might have had a seizure or something." He looked again and spotted a patch on each side of his neck. "Or he might have been on something."
Kevin Nash stepped up to the corpse. "It might be the same drug that Sparrow tainted those drinks with. The victims were acting the same way. The Regulators were around when it happened and had to shoot some of them. I guess it was better than seeing what we just saw now." He looked at the Victorian House along the driveway. "Let's go see Shawn."
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They entered the building and escorted to a room that looked like a business office. The Regulators were in the room waiting along with the rest. As Sea Wolf took his seat, a man in his late thirties entered the room.
"I hear that we have a newcomer."
"This is Sea Wolf," Kevin Nash spoke up.
The man shook his hand. "I'm Shawn Michaels. I work for Jakob-Nimo, a research facility. I'm the head of security."
"Okay."
"I've heard about you. This meeting concerns you as well as everyone else, so we'll talk later." Almost an hour had passed. Shawn mostly spoke of some secrets he received from his facility and passed them to everybody, giving them heads up on what to watch out for. Once it came to a close, Shawn Michaels and Kevin Nash asked Sea Wolf to stay.
Kevin shook his hand again. "You did great out there earlier. The driving. The fight. You're the best hitman we've ever had, you know that? The Creepers have given us shit too long. If they want a war, they've got it." He looked at his watch. "I have a bar to open. See you around." Then he left the room.
(Wired)
Shawn looked at him. "So you're a jack of all trades?"
"Yes, sir."
"After all that we went over, tonight, I figure you're the right man for the job. You look like the type who can blend in with others. I can do the same thing too, but if anyone spots me, I'm a dead duck."
"What's the problem?"
"There's a club in uptown called 'WOO!' It's one of those rich people only nightclubs. A powerful businessman named Ric Flair runs it. He literally owns half the city and could run the law if he wants to. I know that he has some dirty little secrets and so do some of his associates. If we can bring them down, at least half this city will be cleaned up."
Sea Wolf headed for the door. "That limo you had driven here got trashed, so you'll need to take the other one. You'll need some decent attire or they won't let you in. Here's a card." He handed him something that looked like a microchip. "You'll need to place this in your ear. I'll be able to pick up what you listen to, so go have a good time."
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He stepped out of the limo in his new suit and entered 'WOO!' without a problem. It was fancy but way out of his league. "I hope I don't have to stay here all night. This place is full of preppies, whores and crooked cops." He headed to the bar and asked for a Budweiser, but felt like an idiot when he found out they didn't serve beer. He wasn't the type of person to go for mixed drinks or liquor. He just couldn't handle any of that stuff.
He asked for a screwdriver and sat in one area for almost two hours. He hadn't picked up any information. "This is just a waste of time." He looked at his drink. "This screwdriver tastes like ass." A short stocky guy approached him as he threw away his half filled cup.
The man wore a gray suit; he had a crew cut, a goatee, and orange-rimmed sunglasses and spoke with a Brooklyn accent. "I haven't seen you around here? What's your name, kid?"
"Justin Timberwolfe, but my friends call me Sea Wolf. That was my code name back in the Navy."
"Sergeant Senercha of the Nitro City police." He showed his badge. "Everyone calls me Tazz." He glared at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Nothing really. I'll probably be gone soon. This place blows!"
"I agree. You're new in town aren't you? Well, I'll introduce you." He walked him to one of the bars. The blonde woman smiled and said hello to both of them. "I'll have an iced tea. What would you like, Justin?"
"Scotch on the rocks."
The woman handed them their drinks as Tazz paid her. He looked at Justin and then looked at the buxom blonde. "What are you waiting for, pal? Talk to her. She's the only ounce of humanity that resides in this club."
"Alright." He sat down at the bar. "Hello there. I'm Justin Timberwolfe. I'm new in town."
"Trish Stratus. You look great. Why don't you come around more often?"
"I don't know," he said casually, "I'm more of a biker or heavy metal guy. Besides, I don't like dressing this nice. This place kind of sucks."
"A rebel I see."
"You can say that. What brought you here?"
"I went though medical school and just work here for tuition."
"So it's your second job?"
"Yes, I'd like to stroll with you, but I have till one tonight." She looked over his shoulder. "This place swarms with mainly celebrities and the most powerful individuals in this town. Sit back and listen." She kept that beautiful smile on her face as she spoke. "Take a look around you."
The first person she pointed out had longish brown hair, a goatee and a sadistic smile. There were a group of slutty looking women listening to his cheesy talk. "That's Sean O'Haire. He's the owner of the city's baseball team, the Nitro City Pitbulls. He seems like a nice guy but looks sneaky."
A handsome clean-cut guy was standing a few feet away from where Justin was sitting. The guy was busy talking to a few of his friends about his racecars. "That guy is Chris Hutchens, a NASCAR racing champion. He calls himself Detour. He's sweet and so are his friends."
There was a beautiful young woman speaking to her date. She looked exquisite in her silver dress, silky brown hair and starry eyes, but they both could clearly hear her talking about dissecting internal organs and embalming fluid. "Gross. She always does this. Her name's Gina Flowinn. She's a coroner."
The next person she pointed out wore a suit that looked like it cost him a few grand. His blonde hair was long, but his nose looked big enough for a bird to perch on. He was enjoying his swordfish steak and appeared to be very bossy around his servers. "Try to avoid that man. He's the president of a video game and software company. His name's Hunter Hearst Helmsley. He's very picky and has a tiny dick."
An older man happened to walk by. It seemed like a crowd of people were following him. He looked like Leslie Nielsen and seemed like a nice guy. "Ric Flair. He's the owner of this establishment. Those men walking beside him are his bodyguards. The big guy is Batista. The pretty boy is Randy Orton. That guy with the long black hair and shades is Erik Watts. He's a loud mouth. And that young guy who looks like a suck up is Ric's son David."
"Look at all those cretins," Sea Wolf said. "And most of them run this city, huh?"
"I'm afraid so." Ric Flair and his group were coming this way. "Could you stay right here and keep talking to me?" she whispered. "Watts over there has been getting on my nerves lately."
"Want him killed?"
"Oh, Justin. Very funny."
Ric Flair approached the bar. "Good evening, Miss Stratus. How's everything?"
"It's great! This is Justin. He's my date tonight and we're going out when my shift ends." They could hear Erik Watts say 'asshole' under his breath.
"You're a lucky man. Justin."
"Justin Timberwolfe, sir."
"Ric 'The Nature Boy' Flair. I sure hope you're enjoying yourself. You look like a fine gentleman. I mean you and Miss Stratus look like an item. Take good care of here, son and have a good time." He shook his hand and walked off with his bodyguards.
Sea Wolf stayed around throughout the evening, waiting for Trish's shift to end. He listened in on a few of the conversations and talked to a few people. Once one o'clock rolled around, him and Trish rushed to the limo. "Where to, darling?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Are you hungry?"
"You're cute, but we just met and we're not sleeping together."
"I meant real food."
"The only eateries open at this time of night are diners," the limo driver told them.
"That's cool. Take us to the closest one."
After an hour and a half of talking and enjoying a late breakfast, they both decided to call it a night and phone the next day. Trish was taken home and gave Justin a peck on the cheek before saying goodnight; Justin gave the driver a two hundred dollar tip and then headed home. He picked the microchip from his ear and placed it into his coat pocket, but before he could jump into his car, his pager went off. He took a quick look. It read:
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