Notice: The story of Evolution:Nitro City continues on from the last
mission, Rabies Shots.
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. For information on these superstars, log onto www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com, or www.xpwrestling.com to learn more. All rights reserved.
Other superstars in this story listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Snatch McKenzie, Detour and Tito Velasquez 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 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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(Community Chest)
Sea Wolf headed back to WOO! after responding to Ric Flair's latest phone call. The tone of his voice sounded like it was important. He parked his jeep in the back of the club. "Let's see what Flair wants. I'm surprised he called me in the middle of the day."
He entered Ric Flair's office. "You called me?"
"That's right, Mr. Timberwolfe. What you did two nights ago was great, but I think you'll eat this up when I tell you this. At three o' clock today, there's an Armor King departing from the National Bank. It contains information on this month's stock market. I'd like you to get a hold of that truck. That information will work miracles and believe me, you will be well rewarded for this. You might want to ram it to get the driver's attention or run it off-road. Bullets won't damage it. Once you hijack it, drop it off at one of my garages."
"Yes, sir."
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He jumped into his jeep and placed an automatic shotgun in the passenger side. "It's only 2:00. I still got time." He used the drive-thru at Arby's and picked up a Beef & Cheddar with some Curly Fries. After wolfing down his meal, he checked his watch again. "Damn." He started the vehicle, headed for the National Bank and parked into a dark alley, waiting for the truck to show up. He turned on the radio, switching it to the Roundup station. "This'll be a nice station to kill time to as long as I don't hear any fucking Dixie Chick tracks. Those sluts had no right slamming my home state, Texas."
After twenty minutes, he spotted a gray bulky Armor King pull out from the bank's parking lot. "Here we go." He turned down the volume and gave the armored vehicle a ten second lead. Then he followed.
He watched the other vehicles around him and the Armor King. After passing some and watching others go by, he gave the jeep some gas and hit the bumper of the truck.
The driver was startled. He looked back and saw the jeep behind him and then put his eyes back on the road as if the armored truck wasn't even hit. The old man kept his hands on the wheel and was relaxed to see that the streets weren't busy. Then he felt another bump from behind. After the third time, he was getting annoyed. He looked back and saw the same jeep. "What is your problem, pal?"
The jeep caught up with him and hit the side of the truck. "You goddamn, ruffian! Get away from me!" He sped up. The Armor King couldn't go any faster than 60 mph so there was no way he could outrun the jeep that pursued him.
Sea Wolf pressed down on the gas pedal and pushed the truck onto the edge of the street. The old man driving the Armor King tried to fight back at the light weighted and fast jeep, pushing him into the next lane. He dodged an oncoming car and rammed into the side of the Armor King again.
The armored car swerved and knocked the side view mirrors off a few parked cars. It moved on to a grassy area, trying to avoid his pursuer. The jeep was starting to smoke from the damaged he caused. "That does it. My jeep can't take much more of this." He aimed his automatic shotgun from the passenger side of the window. "This might not damage the armored car, but hopefully it will spook that geezer." He fired a few rounds into the back and the sides of the Armor King to see what would happen.
After a while, the Armor King moved in a semi-circle and stopped. The old man stepped out of the vehicle and approached the jeep. "What the hell is your problem in life, jackass!"
Sea Wolf smiled as he rolled down his window. "What a dick!" He pointed his shotgun toward the old man's face. "How may I help you?"
The old man jumped back and fell on his ass. "Help! Police!"
Sea Wolf jumped out of the jeep and kicked the old man. "Shut the fuck up, you asshole!" He lifted him by the shirt and punched him in the face. The old man hit the ground face first. He looked into the Armor King. The keys were in the ignition. He ran back and grabbed his shotgun before taking the armored car. He looked back and saw the old man running in fear. "I ought to run his ass down, but everyone will probably think he's being senile."
He turned the Armor King around and headed for the garage that Ric Flair told him about. He followed Emerald Lane until a police car pulled up on the next street on his right side. The minute they made eye contact, the sirens wailed. "Shit!"
He sped up and ran the red light before the police car could move any further. The sirens were louder as he continued on. He looked back and saw two of them on his tail. "How the fuck am I gonna do this?" There was an auto shop on his left, but the cops were too close and he couldn't have the Armor King repainted. He turned left on to the next street and fired from the window, knocking both police cars off the road.
He was still uptown and looked around him and people stopped what they were doing as him and the police passed by. He attempted to cut a few corners, but the cop cars kept finding him. A few of them hit him, but the vehicle was still in good condition and their bullets couldn't pierce it. He chuckled as one of the cars carelessly got out of control and flipped over. Three others tried to stop as he passed them and crashed into the overturned vehicle. "What idiots!" He cranked up the volume with the Roundup station still in tune. An old Travis Tritt song was playing.
Two police cars were parked in front of him, trying to barricade his path. "Like that's gonna stop me!" He was going 55 mph because he couldn't go any faster and busted through them.
Behind him were more cop cars pursuing him. "How am I gonna get out of this one?" He blew on the horn as he cut through a public park. The attendant ran like hell as he charged through the grassy field, knocking down trashcans and crushing a park bench. The Armor King rolled down a hill and into a ditch.
He was stunned for a few seconds as it crash-landed against a pile of rocks and sticks. He hit the gas, trying to go back up, but the vehicle was just too bulky to do so. There was a large drainage pipe ahead. It was big enough for him to drive through, but he had no idea if it would lead to an exit, the sewers or some toxic waste plant. Who knows?
He could hear the sirens blaring and the police cars getting closer. He climbed out from the vehicle, taking his shotgun and ducked into the foliage. He scouted through the wooden area, steering clear of the cops. He followed the path where the drainage pipe was and found the opposite end. There was another drainage pipe. "Good." He went back to the area where he left the car.
Seven police cars were parked in front of the ditch. Every officer approached the abandoned Armor King. They were armed to the teeth and surrounded it. Sea Wolf looked at the officers and looked at the police cars. Not a single officer stayed behind with the vehicles. His automatic shotgun had four rounds left and each one had to count.
He sent two shells into the closest police car and watched it explode. The last two shells each hit a police car and caught fire as he dashed back into the foliage. When one car exploded, the next one blew up causing a chain reaction.
The officers ran back to their cars after the first explosion. The others went off as they got close. Sea Wolf looked on from his hiding place. The cops who were tossed from the explosion were unconscious but not seriously injured. The rest of them ran to the scene to investigate.
He clutched his empty gun and headed back to the Armor King that was now unguarded. He locked the doors after jumping in and split. He entered the dark drainage pipe and followed the tunnel and out of the park. He retraced his steps and passed the National Bank and WOO! without incident. After cutting through a few alleys and driving on the grassy areas, he finally found the garages Ric Flair told him about.
He unlocked the garage and placed the Armor King inside. He pried open the back and found a chest sitting in the truck. It contained a folder with files on the stock market. "Interesting." Before locking the garage, he clicked on his cell phone and called an old friend. "Hey, Bradshaw. You'll never know what I found..."
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. For information on these superstars, log onto www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com, or www.xpwrestling.com to learn more. All rights reserved.
Other superstars in this story listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Snatch McKenzie, Detour and Tito Velasquez 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 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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(Community Chest)
Sea Wolf headed back to WOO! after responding to Ric Flair's latest phone call. The tone of his voice sounded like it was important. He parked his jeep in the back of the club. "Let's see what Flair wants. I'm surprised he called me in the middle of the day."
He entered Ric Flair's office. "You called me?"
"That's right, Mr. Timberwolfe. What you did two nights ago was great, but I think you'll eat this up when I tell you this. At three o' clock today, there's an Armor King departing from the National Bank. It contains information on this month's stock market. I'd like you to get a hold of that truck. That information will work miracles and believe me, you will be well rewarded for this. You might want to ram it to get the driver's attention or run it off-road. Bullets won't damage it. Once you hijack it, drop it off at one of my garages."
"Yes, sir."
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He jumped into his jeep and placed an automatic shotgun in the passenger side. "It's only 2:00. I still got time." He used the drive-thru at Arby's and picked up a Beef & Cheddar with some Curly Fries. After wolfing down his meal, he checked his watch again. "Damn." He started the vehicle, headed for the National Bank and parked into a dark alley, waiting for the truck to show up. He turned on the radio, switching it to the Roundup station. "This'll be a nice station to kill time to as long as I don't hear any fucking Dixie Chick tracks. Those sluts had no right slamming my home state, Texas."
After twenty minutes, he spotted a gray bulky Armor King pull out from the bank's parking lot. "Here we go." He turned down the volume and gave the armored vehicle a ten second lead. Then he followed.
He watched the other vehicles around him and the Armor King. After passing some and watching others go by, he gave the jeep some gas and hit the bumper of the truck.
The driver was startled. He looked back and saw the jeep behind him and then put his eyes back on the road as if the armored truck wasn't even hit. The old man kept his hands on the wheel and was relaxed to see that the streets weren't busy. Then he felt another bump from behind. After the third time, he was getting annoyed. He looked back and saw the same jeep. "What is your problem, pal?"
The jeep caught up with him and hit the side of the truck. "You goddamn, ruffian! Get away from me!" He sped up. The Armor King couldn't go any faster than 60 mph so there was no way he could outrun the jeep that pursued him.
Sea Wolf pressed down on the gas pedal and pushed the truck onto the edge of the street. The old man driving the Armor King tried to fight back at the light weighted and fast jeep, pushing him into the next lane. He dodged an oncoming car and rammed into the side of the Armor King again.
The armored car swerved and knocked the side view mirrors off a few parked cars. It moved on to a grassy area, trying to avoid his pursuer. The jeep was starting to smoke from the damaged he caused. "That does it. My jeep can't take much more of this." He aimed his automatic shotgun from the passenger side of the window. "This might not damage the armored car, but hopefully it will spook that geezer." He fired a few rounds into the back and the sides of the Armor King to see what would happen.
After a while, the Armor King moved in a semi-circle and stopped. The old man stepped out of the vehicle and approached the jeep. "What the hell is your problem in life, jackass!"
Sea Wolf smiled as he rolled down his window. "What a dick!" He pointed his shotgun toward the old man's face. "How may I help you?"
The old man jumped back and fell on his ass. "Help! Police!"
Sea Wolf jumped out of the jeep and kicked the old man. "Shut the fuck up, you asshole!" He lifted him by the shirt and punched him in the face. The old man hit the ground face first. He looked into the Armor King. The keys were in the ignition. He ran back and grabbed his shotgun before taking the armored car. He looked back and saw the old man running in fear. "I ought to run his ass down, but everyone will probably think he's being senile."
He turned the Armor King around and headed for the garage that Ric Flair told him about. He followed Emerald Lane until a police car pulled up on the next street on his right side. The minute they made eye contact, the sirens wailed. "Shit!"
He sped up and ran the red light before the police car could move any further. The sirens were louder as he continued on. He looked back and saw two of them on his tail. "How the fuck am I gonna do this?" There was an auto shop on his left, but the cops were too close and he couldn't have the Armor King repainted. He turned left on to the next street and fired from the window, knocking both police cars off the road.
He was still uptown and looked around him and people stopped what they were doing as him and the police passed by. He attempted to cut a few corners, but the cop cars kept finding him. A few of them hit him, but the vehicle was still in good condition and their bullets couldn't pierce it. He chuckled as one of the cars carelessly got out of control and flipped over. Three others tried to stop as he passed them and crashed into the overturned vehicle. "What idiots!" He cranked up the volume with the Roundup station still in tune. An old Travis Tritt song was playing.
Two police cars were parked in front of him, trying to barricade his path. "Like that's gonna stop me!" He was going 55 mph because he couldn't go any faster and busted through them.
Behind him were more cop cars pursuing him. "How am I gonna get out of this one?" He blew on the horn as he cut through a public park. The attendant ran like hell as he charged through the grassy field, knocking down trashcans and crushing a park bench. The Armor King rolled down a hill and into a ditch.
He was stunned for a few seconds as it crash-landed against a pile of rocks and sticks. He hit the gas, trying to go back up, but the vehicle was just too bulky to do so. There was a large drainage pipe ahead. It was big enough for him to drive through, but he had no idea if it would lead to an exit, the sewers or some toxic waste plant. Who knows?
He could hear the sirens blaring and the police cars getting closer. He climbed out from the vehicle, taking his shotgun and ducked into the foliage. He scouted through the wooden area, steering clear of the cops. He followed the path where the drainage pipe was and found the opposite end. There was another drainage pipe. "Good." He went back to the area where he left the car.
Seven police cars were parked in front of the ditch. Every officer approached the abandoned Armor King. They were armed to the teeth and surrounded it. Sea Wolf looked at the officers and looked at the police cars. Not a single officer stayed behind with the vehicles. His automatic shotgun had four rounds left and each one had to count.
He sent two shells into the closest police car and watched it explode. The last two shells each hit a police car and caught fire as he dashed back into the foliage. When one car exploded, the next one blew up causing a chain reaction.
The officers ran back to their cars after the first explosion. The others went off as they got close. Sea Wolf looked on from his hiding place. The cops who were tossed from the explosion were unconscious but not seriously injured. The rest of them ran to the scene to investigate.
He clutched his empty gun and headed back to the Armor King that was now unguarded. He locked the doors after jumping in and split. He entered the dark drainage pipe and followed the tunnel and out of the park. He retraced his steps and passed the National Bank and WOO! without incident. After cutting through a few alleys and driving on the grassy areas, he finally found the garages Ric Flair told him about.
He unlocked the garage and placed the Armor King inside. He pried open the back and found a chest sitting in the truck. It contained a folder with files on the stock market. "Interesting." Before locking the garage, he clicked on his cell phone and called an old friend. "Hey, Bradshaw. You'll never know what I found..."