Note: The story of Evolution: Nitro City continues after the mission,
Equipment Dash.
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. All rights reserved. For more information on these superstars, log into www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com, or www.xpwrestling.com to learn more.
Selected characters listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Snatch McKenzie and Detour are property of the author, Dave Scott. Please e-mail me at bender_hkw@lycos.com for permission to use any of my characters. I mean it.
I also thank Rockstar Games and the creators of the Grand Theft Auto series for influencing me to write this story.
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(Rabies Shots)
Ric Flair led Sea Wolf to his office upstairs. Batista stood in front of the door after he was in the office. "You're probably wondering why I wanted to speak with you?"
"Sort of."
"There was a bombing last night in the Bahamut section of this city. I could care less about what goes on in that portion, but a local gang who ran the area known as the Creepers was eradicated. Also, the Flock has mysteriously disappeared from the city recently. Witnesses have spotted a lone gunman on the scenes. Are you telling me that you were involved with these incidents?"
"Yes, sir."
Ric Flair stood from his desk. "Amazing." He grinned at Sea Wolf. "So you're a jack of all trades? I should have known."
Sea Wolf looked back and saw Batista chuckle with his arms crossed. He wasn't planning on stepping aside. "What's it to you?"
"Those others you worked for in the past have underpaid you. I want to find out if you're a team player. I know you used to work for a gang called the Wolverines. They have been a thorn in my side for a while. It comes to my attention they drove away the Flock to take over their little business."
Sea Wolf's eyes widened. "It can't be," he told himself. "That doesn't sound like Chris Benoit at all."
"If you know what's good for you, Justin, you'll get the job done. Go down to lumberyard and gun down as many gang members as you can. I'll contact Erik Watts and Randy Orton. They'll meet you outside the club."
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Watts and Orton were standing next to a Grosvenor. "So, Sea Wolf, you're Flair's new gun."
"Yeah."
"Good. He gave you an assignment and told us to accompany you and make sure you carry it out." He handed Sea Wolf an Ingram Mac. "Take this." Both men climbed into the backseat of the vehicle. "You'll be driving too."
"Okay. Okay." He buckled his seatbelt and headed for the north of Nitro City. The lumberyard was dead ahead.
"You know what you have to do. If you get cold feet, we'll provide back up."
Sea Wolf rolled down the window as he entered the parking lot of the lumberyard. A few men wearing flannel and dirty jeans were standing in one place talking. They appeared to be relaxed after a long shift. He pointed his new weapon out the window and slowly squeezed the trigger.
The group of workers dropped dead in the parking lot. Four or five lumberjacks who witnessed the shooting rushed toward the moving Grosvenor. The driver continued to fire as he closed in. Sea Wolf gave it some gas and asked Watts for another clip. As he reloaded, he hit one of the gang members who was about to fire at them, knocking him forty feet in the air.
"Watch it! You'll mess up the car!" Watts yelled.
Sea Wolf shifted into reverse and fired more rounds into the approaching gang members. The surviving lumberjack returned fire.
"Damn! You got ten of them in a few seconds!" Randy exclaimed.
He fired back and got four of the remaining gang members but three of them headed for their cars.
"Shit! Sea Wolf, let's get out of here."
He hit the gas and headed back into town. Two Wolverine Sabres were on their tail. One of the cars was on his side and side swiped him. He threw his arm out the window and fired away until the gang car caught fire. The second gang car caught up with them the minute they entered the suburbs. It rammed into the side of the Grosvenor, knocking it off the road and into a streetlight.
The Wolverine Sabre came to a sudden stop. Two young men stepped out and fired. One of the men sent a shotgun shell through the windshield. The three men jumped out of the car during the glass explosion. Watts and Orton fired at the same time and gunned down the man with the shotgun. The second man ducked behind the vehicle and fired back, hitting Orton in the shoulder.
Sea Wolf stepped up and fired at the gang member. "Get in the car!" he told Watts and Orton. He took down the guy with his Ingram and jumped back into the driver's seat.
They could hear sirens around them. Erik yelled, "Lose the heat and get us back to the club!"
He headed for the nearest auto shop and had their vehicle repaired in two hours. He gave the mechanics a check for the new windshield, fixed dents and paint job.
Erik Watts used some old rags to keep Randy Orton from bleeding.
"Those bastards! I can't believe they fucked my arm up!" Randy complained.
"Just shut up!" Sea Wolf told him. "The car is done and when I take you back to the club, you can have all the painkillers you can handle."
They looked at the car. "What the hell? Flair's going to be pissed when he sees this. It's supposed to be red. Not blue!"
"Hey! You told me to lose the heat and we did! Now let's go!"
He dropped them off at the back entrance of the club and then headed to Ric Flair's office.
The club owner smiled as Erik Watts, Randy Orton and Batista looked on. "My guys told me what you did and I've gotta say I'm proud of you. You did well. Really. Here's your reward." He handed him a case containing twenty grand. "That's only for starters. Feel free to come back anytime and I'll let you know if I need anything else."
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Sea Wolf thumbed through the numbers saved on his phone. "Here we go." He dialed the number he picked. "Is this Shawn Michaels?"
"Speaking."
"Yes, Shawn. This is Sea Wolf, one of Kevin Nash's friends. We met days ago. Do you remember when I gave you that info on those people who attended that club called WOO?"
"Yes, I do. What's to be the problem?"
"Well, I started dating a bartender who works there and met up with the club owner. He heard about some of the jobs I pulled in this town and wants me to do his dirty work."
"I say go for it."
"What?"
"Ric Flair is a powerful man. I've wanted to nail that bastard for a long time and I know others who want to do the same. He's planning to bulldoze the lumberyard in the north of this city so he can have a shopping mall built. If you work for Flair, he's gonna pay you big money and this'll give you the opportunity to gather some of his dirty secrets."
"If you insist."
"Don't worry about it. If you start getting a bad feeling about this, you'll figure something out. See ya."
He hung up the phone. "I sure hope he's right about this."
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. All rights reserved. For more information on these superstars, log into www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com, or www.xpwrestling.com to learn more.
Selected characters listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Snatch McKenzie and Detour are property of the author, Dave Scott. Please e-mail me at bender_hkw@lycos.com for permission to use any of my characters. I mean it.
I also thank Rockstar Games and the creators of the Grand Theft Auto series for influencing me to write this story.
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(Rabies Shots)
Ric Flair led Sea Wolf to his office upstairs. Batista stood in front of the door after he was in the office. "You're probably wondering why I wanted to speak with you?"
"Sort of."
"There was a bombing last night in the Bahamut section of this city. I could care less about what goes on in that portion, but a local gang who ran the area known as the Creepers was eradicated. Also, the Flock has mysteriously disappeared from the city recently. Witnesses have spotted a lone gunman on the scenes. Are you telling me that you were involved with these incidents?"
"Yes, sir."
Ric Flair stood from his desk. "Amazing." He grinned at Sea Wolf. "So you're a jack of all trades? I should have known."
Sea Wolf looked back and saw Batista chuckle with his arms crossed. He wasn't planning on stepping aside. "What's it to you?"
"Those others you worked for in the past have underpaid you. I want to find out if you're a team player. I know you used to work for a gang called the Wolverines. They have been a thorn in my side for a while. It comes to my attention they drove away the Flock to take over their little business."
Sea Wolf's eyes widened. "It can't be," he told himself. "That doesn't sound like Chris Benoit at all."
"If you know what's good for you, Justin, you'll get the job done. Go down to lumberyard and gun down as many gang members as you can. I'll contact Erik Watts and Randy Orton. They'll meet you outside the club."
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Watts and Orton were standing next to a Grosvenor. "So, Sea Wolf, you're Flair's new gun."
"Yeah."
"Good. He gave you an assignment and told us to accompany you and make sure you carry it out." He handed Sea Wolf an Ingram Mac. "Take this." Both men climbed into the backseat of the vehicle. "You'll be driving too."
"Okay. Okay." He buckled his seatbelt and headed for the north of Nitro City. The lumberyard was dead ahead.
"You know what you have to do. If you get cold feet, we'll provide back up."
Sea Wolf rolled down the window as he entered the parking lot of the lumberyard. A few men wearing flannel and dirty jeans were standing in one place talking. They appeared to be relaxed after a long shift. He pointed his new weapon out the window and slowly squeezed the trigger.
The group of workers dropped dead in the parking lot. Four or five lumberjacks who witnessed the shooting rushed toward the moving Grosvenor. The driver continued to fire as he closed in. Sea Wolf gave it some gas and asked Watts for another clip. As he reloaded, he hit one of the gang members who was about to fire at them, knocking him forty feet in the air.
"Watch it! You'll mess up the car!" Watts yelled.
Sea Wolf shifted into reverse and fired more rounds into the approaching gang members. The surviving lumberjack returned fire.
"Damn! You got ten of them in a few seconds!" Randy exclaimed.
He fired back and got four of the remaining gang members but three of them headed for their cars.
"Shit! Sea Wolf, let's get out of here."
He hit the gas and headed back into town. Two Wolverine Sabres were on their tail. One of the cars was on his side and side swiped him. He threw his arm out the window and fired away until the gang car caught fire. The second gang car caught up with them the minute they entered the suburbs. It rammed into the side of the Grosvenor, knocking it off the road and into a streetlight.
The Wolverine Sabre came to a sudden stop. Two young men stepped out and fired. One of the men sent a shotgun shell through the windshield. The three men jumped out of the car during the glass explosion. Watts and Orton fired at the same time and gunned down the man with the shotgun. The second man ducked behind the vehicle and fired back, hitting Orton in the shoulder.
Sea Wolf stepped up and fired at the gang member. "Get in the car!" he told Watts and Orton. He took down the guy with his Ingram and jumped back into the driver's seat.
They could hear sirens around them. Erik yelled, "Lose the heat and get us back to the club!"
He headed for the nearest auto shop and had their vehicle repaired in two hours. He gave the mechanics a check for the new windshield, fixed dents and paint job.
Erik Watts used some old rags to keep Randy Orton from bleeding.
"Those bastards! I can't believe they fucked my arm up!" Randy complained.
"Just shut up!" Sea Wolf told him. "The car is done and when I take you back to the club, you can have all the painkillers you can handle."
They looked at the car. "What the hell? Flair's going to be pissed when he sees this. It's supposed to be red. Not blue!"
"Hey! You told me to lose the heat and we did! Now let's go!"
He dropped them off at the back entrance of the club and then headed to Ric Flair's office.
The club owner smiled as Erik Watts, Randy Orton and Batista looked on. "My guys told me what you did and I've gotta say I'm proud of you. You did well. Really. Here's your reward." He handed him a case containing twenty grand. "That's only for starters. Feel free to come back anytime and I'll let you know if I need anything else."
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Sea Wolf thumbed through the numbers saved on his phone. "Here we go." He dialed the number he picked. "Is this Shawn Michaels?"
"Speaking."
"Yes, Shawn. This is Sea Wolf, one of Kevin Nash's friends. We met days ago. Do you remember when I gave you that info on those people who attended that club called WOO?"
"Yes, I do. What's to be the problem?"
"Well, I started dating a bartender who works there and met up with the club owner. He heard about some of the jobs I pulled in this town and wants me to do his dirty work."
"I say go for it."
"What?"
"Ric Flair is a powerful man. I've wanted to nail that bastard for a long time and I know others who want to do the same. He's planning to bulldoze the lumberyard in the north of this city so he can have a shopping mall built. If you work for Flair, he's gonna pay you big money and this'll give you the opportunity to gather some of his dirty secrets."
"If you insist."
"Don't worry about it. If you start getting a bad feeling about this, you'll figure something out. See ya."
He hung up the phone. "I sure hope he's right about this."