Note: The title of this story has been currently changed to Nitro City due
to the similar missions that were posted in this story. And now it
continues on right after the previous mission, Community Chest.
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. For more information, log on to www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com, or www.xpwrestling.com to learn more about events and the superstars mentioned in this story.
Also, the selected superstars mentioned in this chapter listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Detour, Snatch McKenzie 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 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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(Hunting Season)
Sea Wolf looked into the assets he earned from Ric Flair. He received $20,000 for gunning down a pack of Wolverines and received $30,000 for stealing the National Bank's Armor King. He only needed another forty grand.
He had to think about the things he needed as well. He had a good feeling that Flair was going to call him up again, so he knew what he had to do. The mercenary picked up his car keys and decided to find another place to live. The apartment he lived in wasn't too bad, but he wanted something more.
After house hunting for a whole day, he spied one that would suit him perfectly. It was a two-story house containing three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a garage that could hold two cars and a large backyard. It was in a fairly nice part of the city. It was a little in between the Lorry and St. Brand areas. He took a look around the place as the real estate salesperson gave him the tour. He grinned, "How much?"
"Twenty thousand."
He wrote out a check. "I'll take it."
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He spent the rest of the afternoon moving his furniture, with the help from Booker, Jerry and Jamie Noble. "You know what?" Jerry mentioned. "This looks great. You might wanna throw a party here sometime."
"I like the sound of that, Jerry. Once I get everything arranged, I suppose we can do so."
He crashed down on his favorite couch while the others left. "I never thought this could happen. I sure hope Flair has another problem that I can solve." That's went his phone rang again.
"This is the Nature Boy again."
"What's wrong? You sound tense!"
"I am! The Wolverines heard about the hit from a few nights ago. Randy Orton and Erik Watts were spotted though."
"What? Did the Wolverines get to them?"
"No, but they got to my son, David! They're holding him hostage at the lumberyard. Benoit demands five million to release him. You've gotta help me. Kill Benoit and those Wolverine cretins and I'll make it worth your while."
"Okay. Consider it done."
Sea Wolf hung up the phone and called up Shawn Michaels. "Hey, Shawn."
"What is it?"
"This is Sea Wolf. I know it's late, but we have an emergency. Flair called me a minute ago and told me that he wants me to kill Chris Benoit."
"Kill him?"
"Yes, Benoit has kidnapped his son."
"Are you trying to get my permission to kill Benoit?"
"No, I don't want to kill Benoit. He's my friend too! Flair is putting big money on the line for me to get his son back."
"Calm down. I'll give Benoit a call and let him know you're on the way. He's cool with you, so don't worry. Just remember, you'll need a flatbed truck or a company vehicle to get past the gates."
He hung up the second time. "I hope I can trust you, Shawn."
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He called a taxi and asked the driver to take him to the Northern part of Nitro City. He decided to wait at the gas station until a flatbed showed up. Since the lumberyard was ten minutes from this location, one of them was very likely to pass by. He walked into the food mart, buying a soda and stood against the entrance until the right vehicle stopped or passed by. "I hope I don't have to stand here too long or those clerks will know I'm up to something.
Sea Wolf slugged down his drink tossed the empty cup. Twelve minutes went by. He watched people come and go, filling up their vehicles or buying lotto tickets or cigarettes. He looked into the streets and spotted a long truck with about a dozen logs strapped on to the bed. "Here it goes."
He waited for the lone lumberjack to fill his vehicle and pay for the gas. When the man opened the door, Sea Wolf pounced on the guy, knocking him into the hood of the car and grabbed his keys. He jumped into the truck and split, leaving the confused lumberjack at the station while the two clerks ran out to check on him.
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Sea Wolf only had a Colt Python on his belt, but he had to have a better weapon, just in case Shawn Michaels didn't contact the Wolverines. There was some ammunition in the glove box but nothing else that was useful. "I'll have to do with what I've got."
He pulled into the entrance of the lumberyard. The guard let him in as if he was one of the employees. As he had driven through, the rest of the lumberjacks paid no attention and went about their own business. Maybe Chris Benoit and the Wolverines were gonna just hand David Flair over.
He never completely looked around the lumberyard when he ran errands for Benoit. The only things he had seen were the entrance and Chris Benoit's office. There was a building on one end of the fence that looked like it was used for a break room. Two built men were standing in front of the entrance. "That must be where David is being held." Sea Wolf pulled over and approached the men.
"You should have seen it," said one of the guards. "That wimp was so easy to catch. He tried to fight Test all by himself!"
"Yeah. What a dick! He thought he would be the big guy even after his three dumbass friends took off. His rich daddy will pay anything to get him back." They looked toward Sea Wolf.
"Justin, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing alright," he replied.
"So what brings you here?"
"I've come for that spoiled brat."
"We've already interrogated him. What do you want with him?"
"That's none of your business!"
"The boss told us not to budge. Unless you got authorization, you'll have to leave the grounds."
He drew his Colt Python and shot the guy in the leg. The other guard drew his pistol, but Sea Wolf was quicker and knocked the gun from his grasp and the second bullet hit his arm.
Sea Wolf put away his weapon and pushed both men aside. There was another guard inside the room. He struck the guard in the back of the head with his weapon and tossed him out. He shut the doors and placed a board through the door handles to keep the guards out for awhile.
He looked around the room and found a cage in the center of the room. David Flair was locked inside. "Who the fuck are you?" the brat yelled.
"You're father sent me, you pain in the ass. I can't believe you tried to fight off these guys by yourself."
"If my dad sent you, then get me out of here!"
"Shut up and stop screaming!" He looked at the padlock on the cage. "Benoit or one of those guards probably have the keys, but I'll handle this. Stand back!" He aimed and blew the lock off the cage. "Let's get out of here." There were gunshots sounding through the way he came in. He reloaded his weapon. "Take cover! It looks like I'm gonna have to kill someone tonight."
"There's a back door over there," David Flair said, pointing to it.
"Good."
He kicked open the back door and peeked out for any of the guards. Nobody was there. "They're probably still shooting their way through the doors," he laughed. There was a parked car resting a few feet away. "Start running!" Both men ran through a few wood piles and avoided the other lumberjacks.
The front doors were unlocked, but there were no keys. He grabbed a screwdriver that was lying on the floorboard and jammed it into the ignition. The engine started running.
"We've been spotted! They're coming to get us!" David Flair yelled.
"Get in the fucking car!" He stood in the doorway and fired back at the gang members. Chris Benoit was among them. Him and Sea Wolf both made eye contact. He saw David Flair cowering in the passenger seat.
"He's stealing my hostage," Benoit said to his employees who stood around him. "I can't believe he would do this. Kill him!" The lumberjacks open fired.
Sea Wolf ducked behind the door while bullets were flying. He popped out from his hiding place and fired a single shot. It was like the bullet slowly went across the field as it hit Chris Benoit squarely in the chest. The Wolverines' gang leader was knocked back and landed into the bed of a truck. The rest of the lumberjacks continued to fire.
He jumped into the driver's seat and stomped on the gas pedal. "Buckle up, kid." He moved forward and mowed down the gang members who still fired. He swerved a few times to avoid hitting any logs that were lying around or any more workers. He began going seventy when the gates were beginning to shut. He felt the side get scratched but they were still making good timing.
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Chris Benoit sat up from the bed of the truck and smiled once he saw the car get past the gates. "Shawn Michaels was right. I knew he would come in handy." He looked back at his employees. "Is anyone hurt?"
"No serious injuries," one of the Wolverines told him. Only a few of the guards were shot and another was pistol whipped."
"I'll take care of that. I'm insured."
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Sea Wolf dropped David Flair off at the back of the club. He parked the car and took the main entrance. Batista let him through as he was heading to Ric Flair's office.
Flair waited at his desk. "Thank you very much, Justin. You saved my son. You are a saint!"
"Thank you, Mr. Flair."
"No, thank you! I'll tell you one thing. You will be a made man. After all these things you have done, I'll give you anything you want!"
"Sounds great."
"Why don't you stay for awhile? Orton and Watts have been talking about you a lot. You're something, alright!"
"That sounds great, but I have things to do. I just bought a house and have to unpack my things."
"New home! You might wanna start looking for a bigger house because I'm gonna make sure this town will praise you." He handed him a check.
Sea Wolf's eyes got bigger. "Fifty thousand!? Are you sure about this?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that comment was an insult."
"No, sir! I was just surprised."
"Don't worry. There's a whole lot more. Have a good night, son."
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His cellphone rang as he walked out of the club. "Hello."
"This is Shawn Michaels. You did great out there!"
"But I killed Chris Benoit."
"No, you didn't. I contacted him. He was wearing some body armor, so don't you worry about him. He's doing fine."
"That's a relief."
"Well, enjoy that big fat salary of yours. He'll dish out some more if he has another problem."
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. For more information, log on to www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com, or www.xpwrestling.com to learn more about events and the superstars mentioned in this story.
Also, the selected superstars mentioned in this chapter listed: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Detour, Snatch McKenzie 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 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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(Hunting Season)
Sea Wolf looked into the assets he earned from Ric Flair. He received $20,000 for gunning down a pack of Wolverines and received $30,000 for stealing the National Bank's Armor King. He only needed another forty grand.
He had to think about the things he needed as well. He had a good feeling that Flair was going to call him up again, so he knew what he had to do. The mercenary picked up his car keys and decided to find another place to live. The apartment he lived in wasn't too bad, but he wanted something more.
After house hunting for a whole day, he spied one that would suit him perfectly. It was a two-story house containing three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a garage that could hold two cars and a large backyard. It was in a fairly nice part of the city. It was a little in between the Lorry and St. Brand areas. He took a look around the place as the real estate salesperson gave him the tour. He grinned, "How much?"
"Twenty thousand."
He wrote out a check. "I'll take it."
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He spent the rest of the afternoon moving his furniture, with the help from Booker, Jerry and Jamie Noble. "You know what?" Jerry mentioned. "This looks great. You might wanna throw a party here sometime."
"I like the sound of that, Jerry. Once I get everything arranged, I suppose we can do so."
He crashed down on his favorite couch while the others left. "I never thought this could happen. I sure hope Flair has another problem that I can solve." That's went his phone rang again.
"This is the Nature Boy again."
"What's wrong? You sound tense!"
"I am! The Wolverines heard about the hit from a few nights ago. Randy Orton and Erik Watts were spotted though."
"What? Did the Wolverines get to them?"
"No, but they got to my son, David! They're holding him hostage at the lumberyard. Benoit demands five million to release him. You've gotta help me. Kill Benoit and those Wolverine cretins and I'll make it worth your while."
"Okay. Consider it done."
Sea Wolf hung up the phone and called up Shawn Michaels. "Hey, Shawn."
"What is it?"
"This is Sea Wolf. I know it's late, but we have an emergency. Flair called me a minute ago and told me that he wants me to kill Chris Benoit."
"Kill him?"
"Yes, Benoit has kidnapped his son."
"Are you trying to get my permission to kill Benoit?"
"No, I don't want to kill Benoit. He's my friend too! Flair is putting big money on the line for me to get his son back."
"Calm down. I'll give Benoit a call and let him know you're on the way. He's cool with you, so don't worry. Just remember, you'll need a flatbed truck or a company vehicle to get past the gates."
He hung up the second time. "I hope I can trust you, Shawn."
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He called a taxi and asked the driver to take him to the Northern part of Nitro City. He decided to wait at the gas station until a flatbed showed up. Since the lumberyard was ten minutes from this location, one of them was very likely to pass by. He walked into the food mart, buying a soda and stood against the entrance until the right vehicle stopped or passed by. "I hope I don't have to stand here too long or those clerks will know I'm up to something.
Sea Wolf slugged down his drink tossed the empty cup. Twelve minutes went by. He watched people come and go, filling up their vehicles or buying lotto tickets or cigarettes. He looked into the streets and spotted a long truck with about a dozen logs strapped on to the bed. "Here it goes."
He waited for the lone lumberjack to fill his vehicle and pay for the gas. When the man opened the door, Sea Wolf pounced on the guy, knocking him into the hood of the car and grabbed his keys. He jumped into the truck and split, leaving the confused lumberjack at the station while the two clerks ran out to check on him.
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Sea Wolf only had a Colt Python on his belt, but he had to have a better weapon, just in case Shawn Michaels didn't contact the Wolverines. There was some ammunition in the glove box but nothing else that was useful. "I'll have to do with what I've got."
He pulled into the entrance of the lumberyard. The guard let him in as if he was one of the employees. As he had driven through, the rest of the lumberjacks paid no attention and went about their own business. Maybe Chris Benoit and the Wolverines were gonna just hand David Flair over.
He never completely looked around the lumberyard when he ran errands for Benoit. The only things he had seen were the entrance and Chris Benoit's office. There was a building on one end of the fence that looked like it was used for a break room. Two built men were standing in front of the entrance. "That must be where David is being held." Sea Wolf pulled over and approached the men.
"You should have seen it," said one of the guards. "That wimp was so easy to catch. He tried to fight Test all by himself!"
"Yeah. What a dick! He thought he would be the big guy even after his three dumbass friends took off. His rich daddy will pay anything to get him back." They looked toward Sea Wolf.
"Justin, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing alright," he replied.
"So what brings you here?"
"I've come for that spoiled brat."
"We've already interrogated him. What do you want with him?"
"That's none of your business!"
"The boss told us not to budge. Unless you got authorization, you'll have to leave the grounds."
He drew his Colt Python and shot the guy in the leg. The other guard drew his pistol, but Sea Wolf was quicker and knocked the gun from his grasp and the second bullet hit his arm.
Sea Wolf put away his weapon and pushed both men aside. There was another guard inside the room. He struck the guard in the back of the head with his weapon and tossed him out. He shut the doors and placed a board through the door handles to keep the guards out for awhile.
He looked around the room and found a cage in the center of the room. David Flair was locked inside. "Who the fuck are you?" the brat yelled.
"You're father sent me, you pain in the ass. I can't believe you tried to fight off these guys by yourself."
"If my dad sent you, then get me out of here!"
"Shut up and stop screaming!" He looked at the padlock on the cage. "Benoit or one of those guards probably have the keys, but I'll handle this. Stand back!" He aimed and blew the lock off the cage. "Let's get out of here." There were gunshots sounding through the way he came in. He reloaded his weapon. "Take cover! It looks like I'm gonna have to kill someone tonight."
"There's a back door over there," David Flair said, pointing to it.
"Good."
He kicked open the back door and peeked out for any of the guards. Nobody was there. "They're probably still shooting their way through the doors," he laughed. There was a parked car resting a few feet away. "Start running!" Both men ran through a few wood piles and avoided the other lumberjacks.
The front doors were unlocked, but there were no keys. He grabbed a screwdriver that was lying on the floorboard and jammed it into the ignition. The engine started running.
"We've been spotted! They're coming to get us!" David Flair yelled.
"Get in the fucking car!" He stood in the doorway and fired back at the gang members. Chris Benoit was among them. Him and Sea Wolf both made eye contact. He saw David Flair cowering in the passenger seat.
"He's stealing my hostage," Benoit said to his employees who stood around him. "I can't believe he would do this. Kill him!" The lumberjacks open fired.
Sea Wolf ducked behind the door while bullets were flying. He popped out from his hiding place and fired a single shot. It was like the bullet slowly went across the field as it hit Chris Benoit squarely in the chest. The Wolverines' gang leader was knocked back and landed into the bed of a truck. The rest of the lumberjacks continued to fire.
He jumped into the driver's seat and stomped on the gas pedal. "Buckle up, kid." He moved forward and mowed down the gang members who still fired. He swerved a few times to avoid hitting any logs that were lying around or any more workers. He began going seventy when the gates were beginning to shut. He felt the side get scratched but they were still making good timing.
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Chris Benoit sat up from the bed of the truck and smiled once he saw the car get past the gates. "Shawn Michaels was right. I knew he would come in handy." He looked back at his employees. "Is anyone hurt?"
"No serious injuries," one of the Wolverines told him. Only a few of the guards were shot and another was pistol whipped."
"I'll take care of that. I'm insured."
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Sea Wolf dropped David Flair off at the back of the club. He parked the car and took the main entrance. Batista let him through as he was heading to Ric Flair's office.
Flair waited at his desk. "Thank you very much, Justin. You saved my son. You are a saint!"
"Thank you, Mr. Flair."
"No, thank you! I'll tell you one thing. You will be a made man. After all these things you have done, I'll give you anything you want!"
"Sounds great."
"Why don't you stay for awhile? Orton and Watts have been talking about you a lot. You're something, alright!"
"That sounds great, but I have things to do. I just bought a house and have to unpack my things."
"New home! You might wanna start looking for a bigger house because I'm gonna make sure this town will praise you." He handed him a check.
Sea Wolf's eyes got bigger. "Fifty thousand!? Are you sure about this?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that comment was an insult."
"No, sir! I was just surprised."
"Don't worry. There's a whole lot more. Have a good night, son."
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His cellphone rang as he walked out of the club. "Hello."
"This is Shawn Michaels. You did great out there!"
"But I killed Chris Benoit."
"No, you didn't. I contacted him. He was wearing some body armor, so don't you worry about him. He's doing fine."
"That's a relief."
"Well, enjoy that big fat salary of yours. He'll dish out some more if he has another problem."