Note: This chapter of Evolution: Nitro City continues after the last
chapter, Beautiful People. The last chapter wasn't supposed to be that long
but I had to merge two chapters for the mission to make sense.
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. For more information, log onto www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com or www.xpwrestling.com to learn more about these superstars. Peroxwhygen is property of WWE superstar, Jeff Hardy. All rights reserved.
Nodrog is property of an unknown individual on 411wrestling.com. Tell us who you are and we'll give you full credit for the name.
Other superstars in this story listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn and Snatch McKenzie are property of the author, Dave Scott. For permission to use any of these superstars, please e-mail me at bender_hkw@lycos.com. I mean it.
I would also like to thank Rockstar Games and the creators of the Grand Theft Auto series for influencing me to write this story.
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(Equipment Dash)
Sea Wolf woke up in the middle of the day. He turned the radio on to the Chatroom station. He jumped into the shower and listened to talk show host Jim Ross' report about the bombing at the Brood. "I don't need to listen to it. I was there when all that shit went down."
He clicked off the radio and headed for the Hangman. The minute he set a foot into the bar, he got a standing ovation from all the bikers and rednecks. Kevin Nash handed him a mug of Budweiser.
"Here you go, Justin. On the house."
"What's all this about?"
"You tell me. We heard about it this morning. The Creepers are dead."
"I know. I killed Lash last night. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Rob Van Dam or Snatch."
"That's cool. How is Trish?"
"I haven't talked to her yet. Looks like I'll be seeing her again. I'll give her a call tomorrow." He downed his beer. "Was it you who blew up the Brood last night?"
"No, that was Bradshaw. He broke into the place and planted the bomb. Too bad last night was Wednesday. If we waited one more night, that club would have been full."
"You won't believe this, but last night he offered me a hundred grand to get a job done but I declined." He sighed. "I wish I got my hands on that case. I could have put it to good use."
"Don't worry. You'll find a way to get your friend freed."
Sea Wolf's phone rang. "Who is this?"
"Hey, Justin. This is Jonathan Coachman. Peroxwhygen's manager. I was wondering if you could do us all a favor."
"Are you still looking for a bodyguard?"
"Yes, but this is different. Someone hijacked our equipment truck and we have to perform at Sammartino Stadium in six hours."
"Why don't you report it to the police?"
"It'll take them days to recover it, besides you told Jeff and I the other night that you know around the city." There was some swearing in the background on Jonathan's end of the line. "Jeff is hysteric about it." Jeff was really swearing about getting killed quickly on one of his X-Box games. "We'll pay you for the job."
"Okay."
"The truck shouldn't be too hard to miss. Our truck looks like a Wee-Haul that's spray painted, as has the band name in big letters on each side. It's Peroxwhygen."
"I know."
"The last I saw the truck, it was in front of the hotel. It's in the uptown portion of this city."
Sea Wolf looked at his watch. "Gotta go. I have an errand to run."
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He stopped at Colossus Autos and traded the Ranger for a Gump XL. It looked like a delivery van but it had reasonable speed and the truck thieves wouldn't suspect him to follow them.
He took the vehicle and headed for the hotel. Along the road from the hotel, he spotted an amplifier lying in the street. He jumped out with the engine still running, grabbed it and put it in the back of the van.
"The thief probably didn't shut the back doors properly. I might as well take this path." He went down Pockett Street and hoping to either spot the equipment truck or any more pieces of equipment. On the way he, found three speakers and gathered them. The fourth speaker was sitting on a grating along 44th Street. He took a left on that street and took it. He cut a few corners and found a bass guitar that was still in good condition in the Lorry section.
The equipment van was thirty or forty feet away from him. It was going uphill and passing through St. Brand. "There it is!" The back doors opened briefly and he came to a sudden stop as a turntable fell out and landed in front of him. He jumped out and grabbed the turntable and placed it into the backseat with the rest of the loose equipment.
He hit the gas, hoping not to lose the truck. The truck was already at the bottom of the hill and turning right. He followed but saw it cutting corners. After taking a few different routes, he lost the truck. He proceeded further and looked around.
"Shit! This is the Bowery/Bahamut section, the worst part of town. The seaport was on his right. He parked the car and took a deep breath. "I could have sworn I saw them go this way." There was a lone snare drum slightly rolling near the seaport's entrance. "That's it." He jumped out and took the drum part. "I have nothing to worry about. The Creepers and the Flock won't be around to harass me." He got back into his car and entered the seaport.
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The equipment truck was parked at the seaport. Two young men were standing next to the open vehicle as if they were waiting for someone to stop by and purchase it. They didn't realize they had left the back doors open.
Sea Wolf reached into the back of the van for a baseball bat. He looked at the young men. "It's Mike Sanders and Glen Gilberti!" He jumped out with his aluminum bat in hand. "You never know when to quit, don't you?"
"You again?" Sanders gasped.
"So where's your gang?"
"Let's get him, Glen. He's alone."
Sea Wolf took a swing at hit Glen in the ribs and then pushed him out of his path. He took a second swing, whacking Sanders in the knee. Then he raised the bat and gave him a blow to the back.
He looked into the equipment truck. The rest the equipment was inside and unscathed. "What is the deal? Up to another crazy scheme? I thought you learned your lesson last time." He went to the Gump XL and flashed out his tommygun. "I'll give you both the count to ten before I start filling your asses full of lead!" Both Mike Sanders and Glen Gilberti were back on their feet and ran like hell.
Sea Wolf laughed. "I swear. Those assholes are gonna get themselves killed someday. And most likely any day." He gathered up the parts he found and placed them into the equipment truck. He dialed Jonathan Coachman's number. "Hey, Coach. I got the truck back."
"Great! Could you bring it straight to Sammartino Stadium?"
"Fine."
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Jonathan Coachman and Jeff Hardy were waiting for him in the back of the stadium building as he pulled up. "You made it!"
"And we have three hours to kill," Jeff told him. "Are you sure you don't want to stay for the show?"
"That's okay," Sea Wolf told them. "I have a lot of errands to run today." He called up a cab. While he was waiting, he decided to give Trish a buzz.
"Hey, Trish. Did you get home safely?"
"Yes, we did. Snatch had to drop Rob off at the hospital for some internal injuries. Other than that, I'm glad to be home." She paused. "I have to work tonight, but why don't you stop by so I can see you at least."
"That'll be great."
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At ten o'clock he arrived at WOO! He ordered up a Scotch on the rocks and stayed seated in one place. Him and Trish talked for a brief period of time until things got busy.
While he was seated, the club owner Ric Flair approached him. "Hey, my friend. Where have you been?"
"You know. Around."
"My boy, I've heard about you."
"Really? Is it about me and Trish?"
"Trish? That's fine with me. I've heard you've gotten around this city. Didn't you mention you were around for about a month?"
"Yes."
"There must be something about you. The nache is interested."
"Okay. What's on your mind?"
"Well, there have been some rumors going around about some new guy in town who has accomplished some things others haven't. Since you're technically new in town, I was wondering if you're that guy? I'm not trying to interrogate you. You can say what you will. You won't be arrested or anything."
"What if I say yes?"
"Then I could have some work for you and I'm talking big bucks."
"Then, yes, I am that guy. Justin Timberwolfe."
"Come into my office, Mr. Timberwolfe. We have something to discuss."
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. For more information, log onto www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com or www.xpwrestling.com to learn more about these superstars. Peroxwhygen is property of WWE superstar, Jeff Hardy. All rights reserved.
Nodrog is property of an unknown individual on 411wrestling.com. Tell us who you are and we'll give you full credit for the name.
Other superstars in this story listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn and Snatch McKenzie are property of the author, Dave Scott. For permission to use any of these superstars, please e-mail me at bender_hkw@lycos.com. I mean it.
I would also like to thank Rockstar Games and the creators of the Grand Theft Auto series for influencing me to write this story.
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(Equipment Dash)
Sea Wolf woke up in the middle of the day. He turned the radio on to the Chatroom station. He jumped into the shower and listened to talk show host Jim Ross' report about the bombing at the Brood. "I don't need to listen to it. I was there when all that shit went down."
He clicked off the radio and headed for the Hangman. The minute he set a foot into the bar, he got a standing ovation from all the bikers and rednecks. Kevin Nash handed him a mug of Budweiser.
"Here you go, Justin. On the house."
"What's all this about?"
"You tell me. We heard about it this morning. The Creepers are dead."
"I know. I killed Lash last night. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Rob Van Dam or Snatch."
"That's cool. How is Trish?"
"I haven't talked to her yet. Looks like I'll be seeing her again. I'll give her a call tomorrow." He downed his beer. "Was it you who blew up the Brood last night?"
"No, that was Bradshaw. He broke into the place and planted the bomb. Too bad last night was Wednesday. If we waited one more night, that club would have been full."
"You won't believe this, but last night he offered me a hundred grand to get a job done but I declined." He sighed. "I wish I got my hands on that case. I could have put it to good use."
"Don't worry. You'll find a way to get your friend freed."
Sea Wolf's phone rang. "Who is this?"
"Hey, Justin. This is Jonathan Coachman. Peroxwhygen's manager. I was wondering if you could do us all a favor."
"Are you still looking for a bodyguard?"
"Yes, but this is different. Someone hijacked our equipment truck and we have to perform at Sammartino Stadium in six hours."
"Why don't you report it to the police?"
"It'll take them days to recover it, besides you told Jeff and I the other night that you know around the city." There was some swearing in the background on Jonathan's end of the line. "Jeff is hysteric about it." Jeff was really swearing about getting killed quickly on one of his X-Box games. "We'll pay you for the job."
"Okay."
"The truck shouldn't be too hard to miss. Our truck looks like a Wee-Haul that's spray painted, as has the band name in big letters on each side. It's Peroxwhygen."
"I know."
"The last I saw the truck, it was in front of the hotel. It's in the uptown portion of this city."
Sea Wolf looked at his watch. "Gotta go. I have an errand to run."
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He stopped at Colossus Autos and traded the Ranger for a Gump XL. It looked like a delivery van but it had reasonable speed and the truck thieves wouldn't suspect him to follow them.
He took the vehicle and headed for the hotel. Along the road from the hotel, he spotted an amplifier lying in the street. He jumped out with the engine still running, grabbed it and put it in the back of the van.
"The thief probably didn't shut the back doors properly. I might as well take this path." He went down Pockett Street and hoping to either spot the equipment truck or any more pieces of equipment. On the way he, found three speakers and gathered them. The fourth speaker was sitting on a grating along 44th Street. He took a left on that street and took it. He cut a few corners and found a bass guitar that was still in good condition in the Lorry section.
The equipment van was thirty or forty feet away from him. It was going uphill and passing through St. Brand. "There it is!" The back doors opened briefly and he came to a sudden stop as a turntable fell out and landed in front of him. He jumped out and grabbed the turntable and placed it into the backseat with the rest of the loose equipment.
He hit the gas, hoping not to lose the truck. The truck was already at the bottom of the hill and turning right. He followed but saw it cutting corners. After taking a few different routes, he lost the truck. He proceeded further and looked around.
"Shit! This is the Bowery/Bahamut section, the worst part of town. The seaport was on his right. He parked the car and took a deep breath. "I could have sworn I saw them go this way." There was a lone snare drum slightly rolling near the seaport's entrance. "That's it." He jumped out and took the drum part. "I have nothing to worry about. The Creepers and the Flock won't be around to harass me." He got back into his car and entered the seaport.
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The equipment truck was parked at the seaport. Two young men were standing next to the open vehicle as if they were waiting for someone to stop by and purchase it. They didn't realize they had left the back doors open.
Sea Wolf reached into the back of the van for a baseball bat. He looked at the young men. "It's Mike Sanders and Glen Gilberti!" He jumped out with his aluminum bat in hand. "You never know when to quit, don't you?"
"You again?" Sanders gasped.
"So where's your gang?"
"Let's get him, Glen. He's alone."
Sea Wolf took a swing at hit Glen in the ribs and then pushed him out of his path. He took a second swing, whacking Sanders in the knee. Then he raised the bat and gave him a blow to the back.
He looked into the equipment truck. The rest the equipment was inside and unscathed. "What is the deal? Up to another crazy scheme? I thought you learned your lesson last time." He went to the Gump XL and flashed out his tommygun. "I'll give you both the count to ten before I start filling your asses full of lead!" Both Mike Sanders and Glen Gilberti were back on their feet and ran like hell.
Sea Wolf laughed. "I swear. Those assholes are gonna get themselves killed someday. And most likely any day." He gathered up the parts he found and placed them into the equipment truck. He dialed Jonathan Coachman's number. "Hey, Coach. I got the truck back."
"Great! Could you bring it straight to Sammartino Stadium?"
"Fine."
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Jonathan Coachman and Jeff Hardy were waiting for him in the back of the stadium building as he pulled up. "You made it!"
"And we have three hours to kill," Jeff told him. "Are you sure you don't want to stay for the show?"
"That's okay," Sea Wolf told them. "I have a lot of errands to run today." He called up a cab. While he was waiting, he decided to give Trish a buzz.
"Hey, Trish. Did you get home safely?"
"Yes, we did. Snatch had to drop Rob off at the hospital for some internal injuries. Other than that, I'm glad to be home." She paused. "I have to work tonight, but why don't you stop by so I can see you at least."
"That'll be great."
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At ten o'clock he arrived at WOO! He ordered up a Scotch on the rocks and stayed seated in one place. Him and Trish talked for a brief period of time until things got busy.
While he was seated, the club owner Ric Flair approached him. "Hey, my friend. Where have you been?"
"You know. Around."
"My boy, I've heard about you."
"Really? Is it about me and Trish?"
"Trish? That's fine with me. I've heard you've gotten around this city. Didn't you mention you were around for about a month?"
"Yes."
"There must be something about you. The nache is interested."
"Okay. What's on your mind?"
"Well, there have been some rumors going around about some new guy in town who has accomplished some things others haven't. Since you're technically new in town, I was wondering if you're that guy? I'm not trying to interrogate you. You can say what you will. You won't be arrested or anything."
"What if I say yes?"
"Then I could have some work for you and I'm talking big bucks."
"Then, yes, I am that guy. Justin Timberwolfe."
"Come into my office, Mr. Timberwolfe. We have something to discuss."