Note: The story continues on from the mission Wired.
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA, and XPW. Other superstars listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Dirk Kimmerman and Street Ratt are property of the author Dave Scott. Please e- mail for permission to use any of these characters. I mean it.
(Prove Me Wrong)
Sea Wolf picked up his cellular phone and dialed the phone number listed on his pager. "Hello. This is Justin. I'm just returning a phone call."
"Yes, Justin. It was me," the voice said. It was someone he didn't know. "My name is Chris Benoit. Benoit of the Wolverines. So you're new in this city and have gained a reputation already. I can make it worthwhile. The Wolverines are always looking for people. We need two types. Those who can fight and those who can drive. If you want in, meet me at Monticello Heights in fifteen minutes. Bring a fast car if you have what it takes." Then he hung up.
"Fifteen minutes?" He checked his watch. It was 2:45 a.m. He sped to the lot and borrowed the Screamer. "I hope this is fast enough."
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He drove his car to the racing ground. There were three other cars waiting on the track as well. A middle-aged man approached the starting line. He was only average looking. Stood at six foot four or so, unshaven but the only thing that they all noticed was that one of his front teeth was missing.
"You all got the call. To win this race you have to hit every checkpoint across town. The last point will be up North at the lumberyard. The first to pass all twenty wins. My henchmen will be watching in each area, so no funny stuff."
All four men got into their cars and waited for Benoit's signal. Sea Wolf hit the gas and zoomed past the other three racers and was past the first point in seconds. He took a left turn and went through the second. He continued straight, following the radar that was given to him before the race. He passed another.
One of the racers was beginning to catch up, but he kept his cool and kept his foot on the pedal. Him and the other took a few shorts cuts and passed the required points. They were now tied at ten points each. Technically, he was still at first place.
He took a sharp right turn to grab the next one, but there was nothing in his sight. "Damn. It was the next street." He took a quick spin and back tracked to the next point. He sped up and caught up with the guy ahead of him, passing three more points. They lined up and started bumping into each other as the next one was in an empty parking lot.
The other guy reached it before he could, but hit a bump and went flying forty feet and gave Sea Wolf a fair advantage to speed to the next point. "Five more. Now just stay ahead." As he passed through the Bahamut section, a few Creepers walking the streets spotted him speed, though but he was out of sight, before they could approach him. He grabbed the next point at the end of the street.
The next point was in Van Deavor. He ripped through the deserted streets, grabbing it but then a garbage truck appears out of nowhere, barging in front of him, but his quick reflexes made him do a semi-circle around the truck. "Three to go."
He headed up North, not worrying about the other guys behind. He was back in first place. The wooded roads were darker and he couldn't see too much. The only thing he could hear was another truck nearby. "I'm cool. I'm almost finished." The nearby truck hit the back of his Screamer, making his vehicle spin a few times and onto the grassy area.
He looked up trying to break out of his stupor. The truck driver was scared as he was. Sea Wolf waved to the guy. "I'm okay." Then he continued driving. He could spot two racers coming close. He floored the engine and managed to hit the last three checkpoints by the nose. He came to a sudden stop in front of the lumberyard and saw Chris Benoit leaning against one of his trucks, slowly applauding.
"It looks like you made it, Sea Wolf." He handed him a case containing ten thousand dollars. "There's plenty more where that came from. You have proved to be an ace behind the wheel. And believe me. You'll be hearing from us."
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA, and XPW. Other superstars listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Dirk Kimmerman and Street Ratt are property of the author Dave Scott. Please e- mail for permission to use any of these characters. I mean it.
(Prove Me Wrong)
Sea Wolf picked up his cellular phone and dialed the phone number listed on his pager. "Hello. This is Justin. I'm just returning a phone call."
"Yes, Justin. It was me," the voice said. It was someone he didn't know. "My name is Chris Benoit. Benoit of the Wolverines. So you're new in this city and have gained a reputation already. I can make it worthwhile. The Wolverines are always looking for people. We need two types. Those who can fight and those who can drive. If you want in, meet me at Monticello Heights in fifteen minutes. Bring a fast car if you have what it takes." Then he hung up.
"Fifteen minutes?" He checked his watch. It was 2:45 a.m. He sped to the lot and borrowed the Screamer. "I hope this is fast enough."
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He drove his car to the racing ground. There were three other cars waiting on the track as well. A middle-aged man approached the starting line. He was only average looking. Stood at six foot four or so, unshaven but the only thing that they all noticed was that one of his front teeth was missing.
"You all got the call. To win this race you have to hit every checkpoint across town. The last point will be up North at the lumberyard. The first to pass all twenty wins. My henchmen will be watching in each area, so no funny stuff."
All four men got into their cars and waited for Benoit's signal. Sea Wolf hit the gas and zoomed past the other three racers and was past the first point in seconds. He took a left turn and went through the second. He continued straight, following the radar that was given to him before the race. He passed another.
One of the racers was beginning to catch up, but he kept his cool and kept his foot on the pedal. Him and the other took a few shorts cuts and passed the required points. They were now tied at ten points each. Technically, he was still at first place.
He took a sharp right turn to grab the next one, but there was nothing in his sight. "Damn. It was the next street." He took a quick spin and back tracked to the next point. He sped up and caught up with the guy ahead of him, passing three more points. They lined up and started bumping into each other as the next one was in an empty parking lot.
The other guy reached it before he could, but hit a bump and went flying forty feet and gave Sea Wolf a fair advantage to speed to the next point. "Five more. Now just stay ahead." As he passed through the Bahamut section, a few Creepers walking the streets spotted him speed, though but he was out of sight, before they could approach him. He grabbed the next point at the end of the street.
The next point was in Van Deavor. He ripped through the deserted streets, grabbing it but then a garbage truck appears out of nowhere, barging in front of him, but his quick reflexes made him do a semi-circle around the truck. "Three to go."
He headed up North, not worrying about the other guys behind. He was back in first place. The wooded roads were darker and he couldn't see too much. The only thing he could hear was another truck nearby. "I'm cool. I'm almost finished." The nearby truck hit the back of his Screamer, making his vehicle spin a few times and onto the grassy area.
He looked up trying to break out of his stupor. The truck driver was scared as he was. Sea Wolf waved to the guy. "I'm okay." Then he continued driving. He could spot two racers coming close. He floored the engine and managed to hit the last three checkpoints by the nose. He came to a sudden stop in front of the lumberyard and saw Chris Benoit leaning against one of his trucks, slowly applauding.
"It looks like you made it, Sea Wolf." He handed him a case containing ten thousand dollars. "There's plenty more where that came from. You have proved to be an ace behind the wheel. And believe me. You'll be hearing from us."