Note: This story continues from the chapter, Prove Me Wrong.
Disclaimer-Selected superstars are property of the WWE, NWA-TNA and XPW. Selected superstars for this story listed: Sea Wolf, Dirk Kimmerman, Street Ratt, Sparrow and Arkuss Blackburn are property of the author, Dave Scott. Must e-mail me for permission to use any of these superstars. I mean it.
(Chopping Wood)
Justin's cellular phone rang again. It was ten o'clock in the evening and he didn't have anything else to do. He was watching a Futurama rerun while scarfing down some popcorn chicken that he had nuked. "Hello," he said with his mouth full of food.
"Benoit here. Have I got a job for you."
"What is it?"
"Some gang called the Flock broke into my lumberyard and threw shit into my chipper and damaged it! It cost my $45,000 to replace it! These bastards must pay for this. Get down to the lumberyard and I'll fill you in on the rest."
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He arrived at the lumberyard and confronted Chris Benoit. "What does this have to do with me?"
"You passed the initiation last night, so you're working for me! My employees informed me that you're a good driver. I don't think they have the courage to lie to me." A classic car known as a Sheldon pulled in front of them. A tall man who looked like a Brad Pitt imitator and a scrawny guy with horn rimmed glassed and scraggly blond hair stepped out of the vehicle. Benoit smiled when they showed up. "These are some of my henchmen, Test and Spike Dudley. They're here to back you up." He looked back at them. "Any sign of them?"
"Yes, boss," said Test. "We spotted them around St. Brand cruising around and dealing."
"Good. Sea Wolf here will be your driver. I want you to kill anyone who occupies this vehicle. Now go!" Before Sea Wolf could head to the driver's seat, Benoit grabbed his sleeve. "The Flock has been a thorn in my side for a long time. They're destroyed property, stolen my trucks and killed my employees. If you spot any Flock members, shoot to kill. If you spot any gang cars, don't give them any mercy. And let the little guy Spike have some action. The Flock murdered two of my best employees, Bubba Ray and D-Von. They were Spike's half brothers."
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He took the driver's seat and headed for St. Brand. "So what's the beef with these guys?" he asked Test.
"Their leader Raven one day spotted a few of our guys passing through the Bowery and murdered them. They claimed it was for trespassing. That's when all this shit began."
"Is there a guy who wears a kilt and has blond dreadlocks with this Flock?"
"Yes, he's the leader. His henchmen are sickos. The guys we spotted are only his minor cretins and dealers. Their names are BG James and Street Ratt. We heard that Sparrow was shot down execution style in her own vicinity."
"I know. I witnessed it. There was also some bum named Jimmy. He attacked me twice. He pulled a knife on me in the back of a bar, but I kicked him and walked away. The other incident was when he charged at me with a machete down at a dude ranch. I killed him there. To think of it, I don't think he was a member."
"That's all good but be aware of the others. They're worse," Spike interrupted. "Justin Credible and Steven Richards do most of his dirty work."
"So Benoit wants us to start off small?"
"Maybe. Do you have gun?"
"Yes, I have an Uzi and a handgun."
"We'll have to find a way to slow them down and then we'll take their heads off."
"Where are your weapons?"
"They're in the trunk," said Test, "we'll pop it once those assholes get out of their car."
Justin never really had a chance to look around the city ever since he started living here. He spotted a few neat places they passed by. "Studd Clothing for Big & Tall. Keibler's Cookies. Hey, they have a Chef Boyardee pasta making class that'll be in session. I'll probably check those out."
"Keep your eyes on the road." He continued to circle around the block until they spotted a Scranton parked crooked in front of a cheap liquor store. "There they are. Let's get them."
"Wait." He stopped the vehicle. "They'll expect us to do that." They waited till both members of the Flock headed for their car. The driver was a skuzzy looking black man with a large rat on his shoulder and the other guy was a white man with a crew cut, faded tattoos and a potbelly.
"It's Street Ratt and BG James. What are you waiting for? Run them over!"
The Scranton took off. "We'll get them." He hit the gas and followed them.
"Their way ahead and this ordinary car won't be able to keep up."
"Shut up, Test. You aren't helping any." He cut a few corners and stopped a few times as the Flock made a few deals. "Yep. They're with the Flock." They caught up with the Scranton and waited until they came to a red light. "Hand me that Uzi, Spike." He rolled down his window, pointed his gun from the window and fired into the Scranton's passenger side.
The Flock's gang car began to speed away, running the red light. Sea Wolf hit the gas too and kept firing into the Scranton. They could hear both men cursing at them. He put his Uzi away and watched the Scranton take a sharp turn and watched the doors swing open.
"Pop the trunk! Quickly!" Spike yelled. They jumped out of the Sheldon and took cover. Test and Spike each grabbed a Tommy gun and started firing as Sea Wolf was ducked behind the hood of the car.
BG James stood in front of his door bearing a 20-gauge shotgun. Street Ratt was standing behind the gang car and firing back with his handgun while his pet rat scurried into his coat pocket.
Sea Wolf heard a shell go off. He took a quick peek and saw one of the doors taken off. BG James stuffed another shell and squeezed the trigger. "Run for it! It's gonna blow!"
All three of them ran in different directions as the second shell tore apart their Sheldon. The Flock members both stood there and laughed, thinking they got rid of their attackers.
Sea Wolf got up from the rubble that he landed in and picked up the Tommy gun that Test dropped. He ran through the smoke and fired at both BG James and Street Ratt. Both men ducked and covered. After staying down for a few seconds, they dashed into the closest alley.
BG James loaded his shotgun and stepped out of the shadows. He fired again, hoping to hit his target and get it over with. Sea Wolf dodged the shells and took cover behind some parked cars, knowing not to stay in one place too long. He stood up and fired a few shot and then ducked back behind a vehicle.
Street Ratt passed his partner some more shotgun shells. Sea Wolf looked up from his hiding place and charged at the gunman. He aimed at the out of shape gang member and fired. BG James flew backwards from the multiple shots and fell to the concrete like a rag doll. Street Ratt picked up the shotgun but fled after firing one shot.
Sea Wolf fired as Street Ratt fled for his life, but he was already too far to chase and his vehicle was destroyed. He heard a shot ring from behind him and then watched Street Ratt fall. He turned around and saw Spike standing and polishing the handgun that he had lost during the shoot out. "Not bad."
"Thank you."
"Where the hell's Test?"
"I'm over here." He was right behind Spike but was covered in garbage. "The blast threw me into that pile over there. I'm gonna need another shower."
"Let's get the hell out of here." They took the dead gang members' Scranton. Before dropping Spike and Test off at the lumberyard, he took the vehicle to the scrap yard and asked Tommy to have it crushed. After taking a spare car, he dropped off Benoit's Wolverines and picked up his reward.
Disclaimer-Selected superstars are property of the WWE, NWA-TNA and XPW. Selected superstars for this story listed: Sea Wolf, Dirk Kimmerman, Street Ratt, Sparrow and Arkuss Blackburn are property of the author, Dave Scott. Must e-mail me for permission to use any of these superstars. I mean it.
(Chopping Wood)
Justin's cellular phone rang again. It was ten o'clock in the evening and he didn't have anything else to do. He was watching a Futurama rerun while scarfing down some popcorn chicken that he had nuked. "Hello," he said with his mouth full of food.
"Benoit here. Have I got a job for you."
"What is it?"
"Some gang called the Flock broke into my lumberyard and threw shit into my chipper and damaged it! It cost my $45,000 to replace it! These bastards must pay for this. Get down to the lumberyard and I'll fill you in on the rest."
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He arrived at the lumberyard and confronted Chris Benoit. "What does this have to do with me?"
"You passed the initiation last night, so you're working for me! My employees informed me that you're a good driver. I don't think they have the courage to lie to me." A classic car known as a Sheldon pulled in front of them. A tall man who looked like a Brad Pitt imitator and a scrawny guy with horn rimmed glassed and scraggly blond hair stepped out of the vehicle. Benoit smiled when they showed up. "These are some of my henchmen, Test and Spike Dudley. They're here to back you up." He looked back at them. "Any sign of them?"
"Yes, boss," said Test. "We spotted them around St. Brand cruising around and dealing."
"Good. Sea Wolf here will be your driver. I want you to kill anyone who occupies this vehicle. Now go!" Before Sea Wolf could head to the driver's seat, Benoit grabbed his sleeve. "The Flock has been a thorn in my side for a long time. They're destroyed property, stolen my trucks and killed my employees. If you spot any Flock members, shoot to kill. If you spot any gang cars, don't give them any mercy. And let the little guy Spike have some action. The Flock murdered two of my best employees, Bubba Ray and D-Von. They were Spike's half brothers."
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He took the driver's seat and headed for St. Brand. "So what's the beef with these guys?" he asked Test.
"Their leader Raven one day spotted a few of our guys passing through the Bowery and murdered them. They claimed it was for trespassing. That's when all this shit began."
"Is there a guy who wears a kilt and has blond dreadlocks with this Flock?"
"Yes, he's the leader. His henchmen are sickos. The guys we spotted are only his minor cretins and dealers. Their names are BG James and Street Ratt. We heard that Sparrow was shot down execution style in her own vicinity."
"I know. I witnessed it. There was also some bum named Jimmy. He attacked me twice. He pulled a knife on me in the back of a bar, but I kicked him and walked away. The other incident was when he charged at me with a machete down at a dude ranch. I killed him there. To think of it, I don't think he was a member."
"That's all good but be aware of the others. They're worse," Spike interrupted. "Justin Credible and Steven Richards do most of his dirty work."
"So Benoit wants us to start off small?"
"Maybe. Do you have gun?"
"Yes, I have an Uzi and a handgun."
"We'll have to find a way to slow them down and then we'll take their heads off."
"Where are your weapons?"
"They're in the trunk," said Test, "we'll pop it once those assholes get out of their car."
Justin never really had a chance to look around the city ever since he started living here. He spotted a few neat places they passed by. "Studd Clothing for Big & Tall. Keibler's Cookies. Hey, they have a Chef Boyardee pasta making class that'll be in session. I'll probably check those out."
"Keep your eyes on the road." He continued to circle around the block until they spotted a Scranton parked crooked in front of a cheap liquor store. "There they are. Let's get them."
"Wait." He stopped the vehicle. "They'll expect us to do that." They waited till both members of the Flock headed for their car. The driver was a skuzzy looking black man with a large rat on his shoulder and the other guy was a white man with a crew cut, faded tattoos and a potbelly.
"It's Street Ratt and BG James. What are you waiting for? Run them over!"
The Scranton took off. "We'll get them." He hit the gas and followed them.
"Their way ahead and this ordinary car won't be able to keep up."
"Shut up, Test. You aren't helping any." He cut a few corners and stopped a few times as the Flock made a few deals. "Yep. They're with the Flock." They caught up with the Scranton and waited until they came to a red light. "Hand me that Uzi, Spike." He rolled down his window, pointed his gun from the window and fired into the Scranton's passenger side.
The Flock's gang car began to speed away, running the red light. Sea Wolf hit the gas too and kept firing into the Scranton. They could hear both men cursing at them. He put his Uzi away and watched the Scranton take a sharp turn and watched the doors swing open.
"Pop the trunk! Quickly!" Spike yelled. They jumped out of the Sheldon and took cover. Test and Spike each grabbed a Tommy gun and started firing as Sea Wolf was ducked behind the hood of the car.
BG James stood in front of his door bearing a 20-gauge shotgun. Street Ratt was standing behind the gang car and firing back with his handgun while his pet rat scurried into his coat pocket.
Sea Wolf heard a shell go off. He took a quick peek and saw one of the doors taken off. BG James stuffed another shell and squeezed the trigger. "Run for it! It's gonna blow!"
All three of them ran in different directions as the second shell tore apart their Sheldon. The Flock members both stood there and laughed, thinking they got rid of their attackers.
Sea Wolf got up from the rubble that he landed in and picked up the Tommy gun that Test dropped. He ran through the smoke and fired at both BG James and Street Ratt. Both men ducked and covered. After staying down for a few seconds, they dashed into the closest alley.
BG James loaded his shotgun and stepped out of the shadows. He fired again, hoping to hit his target and get it over with. Sea Wolf dodged the shells and took cover behind some parked cars, knowing not to stay in one place too long. He stood up and fired a few shot and then ducked back behind a vehicle.
Street Ratt passed his partner some more shotgun shells. Sea Wolf looked up from his hiding place and charged at the gunman. He aimed at the out of shape gang member and fired. BG James flew backwards from the multiple shots and fell to the concrete like a rag doll. Street Ratt picked up the shotgun but fled after firing one shot.
Sea Wolf fired as Street Ratt fled for his life, but he was already too far to chase and his vehicle was destroyed. He heard a shot ring from behind him and then watched Street Ratt fall. He turned around and saw Spike standing and polishing the handgun that he had lost during the shoot out. "Not bad."
"Thank you."
"Where the hell's Test?"
"I'm over here." He was right behind Spike but was covered in garbage. "The blast threw me into that pile over there. I'm gonna need another shower."
"Let's get the hell out of here." They took the dead gang members' Scranton. Before dropping Spike and Test off at the lumberyard, he took the vehicle to the scrap yard and asked Tommy to have it crushed. After taking a spare car, he dropped off Benoit's Wolverines and picked up his reward.