Note: This story of Nitro City continues on right after the previous
mission, Hunting Season.
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. For more information check out www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com and www.xpwrestling.com to learn more about these superstars. Peroxwhygen is property of former WWE superstar Jeff Hardy. All rights reserved.
Other superstars listed in this chapter: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Tito Velasquez, Snatch McKenzie, Detour, Scary Carrie, Buffy Vamp and Clara Lucado are property of the author, Dave Scott. Please e-mail me at bender_hkw@lycos.com for permission to use any of the characters. I mean it.
I would also like to thank Rockstar Games and the creators of the Grand Theft Auto series for influencing me into writing this story.
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(The Stalker)
Sea Wolf's phone rang. "Who the hell is this?"
"Coachman. It's an emergency! Jeff Hardy has a stalker!"
"Don't you mean a groupie?"
"No, this one is a stalker. Jeff is kind of edgy right now. Is there any way you could swing by the hotel?"
"Okay. I'm on my way."
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Jonathan Coachman answered the door. "Thank God, you're here. Come in."
"So Jeff has a stalker. What's new?"
"This isn't a joke. We have enough proof." He opened an envelope and dumped some pictures and notes on to a table. "See for yourself."
"Let's see. Some love letters and photos." "That's what I'm trying to tell you. He's been receiving letters from some chick who calls herself Carrie. After the letters, she sent a few photos and then she sent some nude photos of herself."
"So?"
"After awhile, she began to send threatening letters because he didn't write back. Next thing you know, Jeff has received a package with a mangled cat inside."
"Gross!"
"The problem is the band has a signing this evening at Raw Records and this Carrie chick claims that she knows where we are. Jeff is shot with fear and the others don't feel so hot. They'll back down from the signing and we'll be screwed."
Sea Wolf looked into one of the rooms. Jeff was slouched in a chair eating Doritos and sipping Strawberry-Kiwi Kool-Aid while watching Ed, Edd and Eddy. "Shot up with fear, huh?"
"Please. You've gotta help us. The signing is in two hours."
"Keep your shirt on. I'll do it. I'll distract the chick and drive her away from the scene."
"You'll do that? Great!"
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Sea Wolf headed for Raw Records in his Sprint with Peroxwhygen's chartered bus a few feet behind him. He parked on the side of the road with enough distance to see the store closely and the patrons. He looked at the photo. "She's a white female in her twenties, long black hair, pale complexion and she always appears to have a deranged look on her face."
The crowd, mainly women, went crazy once the doors to the bus opened. Jeff Hardy was the first person to step out followed by the rest along with Jonathan Coachman. Jeff threw his arms into the air smiling, letting the fans reach out for him and letting them admire him.
Sea Wolf looked on. "It doesn't look too bad. Jeff doesn't seem to be worried about anything. It looks like Coachman is paying me to just sit here. I should work for him more often." He kept the engine running and looked through his binoculars. Jeff continued to interact with the ladies and gave Coachman a signal to slap certain stickers on the women he picked and pointed to the bus.
Buffy Vamp and Clara Lucado looked kind of bored, wanting to get the signing over with. Goldust and Greg Helms appeared to be ignored by the raging fans as Jeff Hardy was getting all the attention.
The band was almost at the door when Sea Wolf paused as he spotted his target. The stalker was in the crowd. Like a wild dog about to pounce on a piece of meat, Carrie poised for attack. She cut through the line and stood two steps away from Jeff.
The stalker reached into her coat pocket. "You bitch! You aren't going anywhere! You belong to me!" She brandished an automatic handgun before him and waved it around everyone. She pressed the gun into Jeff's face and began to lead him away from the crowd.
Sea Wolf hit the gas and jumped out of the Sprint and grabbed his Ingram from the passenger seat. Coachman looked around the crowd. "Sea Wolf, where are you? Do something!"
Buffy Vamp and Clara were the closest to her and stepped up. Buffy tightened her fists and gave the crazy woman one in the eye. She pounded the dazed stalker until a shot rang out hitting her in the ribs.
"Holy shit!" Goldust roared across the crowd. He looked back at Coachman and Greg Helms. "That quote was from Marty McFly in Back to the Future when."
"Shut up! One of your band members got hit," Sea Wolf yelled, "Clara, get her on that bus. As for the rest of you, I recommend you do the same." Clara and Goldust helped the wounded Buffy up and carried her to the bus.
Greg Helms looked through the crowd and spotted a phone booth. "This looks like a job for.someone else!" He ran to the booth with the knapsack he carried and shut the doors.
Sea Wolf rolled his eyes toward Jeff's stalker and saw her flee the scene and head for her car. It was a red Volcanon, one of this year's newest models. He ran for the Sprint that he was driving. The bus was taking off and the Carrie began to fire from the Volcanon.
The minutes all three vehicles left, a figure dressed like a superhero, resembling Green Lantern jumped out of the phone booth. "The Hurricane is here to save the day. To fight for truth, justice and all that stuff!" The crowd stood there and stared at him. He looked around as well. "Where did they all go?"
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"I can't lose that psychopath! She's armed and has a faster vehicle than mine." He followed the bus and the Volcanon that pursued it. He shifted gear and rammed into the back of the vehicle.
"Asshole! I bought this a week ago!" the stalker screamed from the window.
He rolled down the window to the passenger side and raised his Ingram, firing at the exterior of this year's newest models. Carrie hit the gas and swerved into him. He could hear the Volcanon grinding against his vehicle as they followed the bus. "Coachman was right. That bitch is crazy." He pointed his Ingram at the stalker.
She let out a shriek and went ahead, passing by the bus. "Damn." He stomped on the gas pedal and went around the bus. She was going eighty mph on a busy street in the middle of the day.
Carrie began to cut corners every time he caught up with her. He was hesitant on firing because he couldn't reload and drive at the same time. After avoiding other vehicles and pedestrians, they ended up driving down a thin alley-like road. He couldn't lose her this time, except for running low on gas and she was way ahead of him.
She took a left turn and stepped on the gas as he continued to follow.
As he turned, his eyes widened when Carrie ran a red light. He hit the
brakes and watched a moving van collide into the Volcanon.
It had a massive dent on its right side but he could see that she was okay. He took a deep breath and proceeded, doing a full circle around the van to continue the pursuit. He rammed into the back of the Volcanon again and fired a great number of rounds into the vehicle.
Carrie attempted to cut through a parking lot, but the front wheel hit a pothole and she lost control, wrapping the Volcanon around a street lamp. She climbed out of the vehicle and began to fire at him with her only weapon in hand.
Sea Wolf came to a sudden stop and reloaded his weapon. He shifted into reverse and let the whole clip empty as the rounds flew into her direction. Jeff Hardy's stalker was now dead.
He shifted back into drive and headed for the nearest auto shop. The car was nearly tapped out on gas and the cops were near. The moment the Sprint stopped in front of the auto shop, he threw the mechanics some green, told them he'd be back for it in a few hours and fled by foot. He remained laying low long enough to get to a subway and got off at a station that was close to the hospital.
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The chartered bus was still parked outside of the hospital. Goldust and Jeff Hardy were standing outside. "Hey there! You made it," said Jeff.
"Yeah. The stalker is dead. Your boss owes me big."
"You know what? That stalker chick didn't look too bad. It might not have been necessary to kill her."
"Dude! She shot Buffy!" Goldust butted in.
"By the way, is she okay?"
"I've been told she's still alive. She's already been treated so feel free to visit her."
"I'll do just that."
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(Trip 2 Xtreme)
For the next few days, Sea Wolf took it easy. Ric Flair called him for another job but it had to wait until he could get all the help he needed until further notice. Since he had nothing else planned, he phoned his friends for a get together at his place.
The first to show were his pals from the Hangman and the ranch. They provided the food and the beer. Stone Cold Steve Austin showed up next, bringing more beer. Scott Hall showed up with half a keg of beer and got shitfaced within less than an hour of his arrival. Booker T, Rob Van Dam, Trish, Snatch and her husband showed up after awhile and the band members of Peroxwhygen along with Jonathan Coachman were the last ones to show.
Even though it wasn't much, there was enough food to go around and he kept the radio stations on either Roundup or Alloy. As Sea Wolf got to his fifth mug of Budweiser, Booker T rolled up to him.
"I've got some bad news and some good news."
"What's that?"
"Well, Bradshaw hit the stock market yesterday with that information you gave him and got a cool $200 million bucks. After that, he decided to retire from the ranch and move on to something better."
"What about his workers?"
"You're looking at its new owner."
"That's great. Any idea where Bradshaw went off to?"
"Damn right! Him and his wife moved to a place known as Shamrock City in California. He's working with an old partner of his named Ron Simmons. They're taking part in more 'hands on' jobs."
"Shamrock City? That doesn't sound like an appealing name for a city in California?"
"It's actually a nice area. It used to be called Beach City until a big earthquake twelve years ago decimated it, killing thousands of people and brought the property value down. There was an actor/fighting champion named Ken Shamrock who used his wealth to rebuild the city. After three years of reconstruction, the survivors of the city made a request and had him appointed as the mayor."
"Makes perfect sense," he took a long gulp of his drink, "so you enjoying the party?"
"Damn skippy! Well, I'll see ya later."
The next person who approached him was Detour, the champion racecar driver. "So I've been hearing some rumors going around about you. Is it true?"
"About what?"
"I heard that you interfered in one of my races."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, somebody trashed Glen Gilberti's car, causing him to forfeit."
"Oh yeah! That was me."
"That drunken ass guy lying on the couch over there was blabbing about that and other things."
"That's Scott Hall. He's always like that." They both laughed. "You may not know it, but Ric Flair spoke to me last night at WOO! about a job on Monday night. He's paying me fifty grand just to drive."
"Whoa!"
"He told me that you, Batista, Watts and Orton will be involved. Do you know what it's about?"
"No, he told me that he needed me for a job. That's all."
"I guess I'll see you then."
Their conversation was interrupted when Coachman rushed into the room. "Justin, we have any emergency! Someone needs medical attention!"
Sea Wolf looked around and saw Scott Hall vomiting on the coffee table. "Scott doesn't look too good. Go call an ambulance!"
"No, I'm talking about Jeff Hardy! He was getting wasted in the den and it looks like he's had a bad trip."
"What?"
"Don't be doing what that Austin guy is doing. Now is not the time to play games. Jeff is having a bad acid trip!"
"Well, call a fucking ambulance! Now!"
"We can't do that! If anybody finds out, the media will be all over us. Besides, he's already on probation. We'll have to drive him to the hospital. I mean you'll have to drive him to the hospital. I'd do it myself but I have to keep an eye on the rest of the band!"
"Okay! I'll do it, but you owe me!" He punched Coachman in the face. "That's for allowing someone to use some illegal substance in my house!" He looked around the room for the people he could truly trust. He spotted Booker, Shawn Michaels and Austin. "Hey, guys! I have to leave for a while so I'm leaving you three in charge. Shawn, I want you to gather any illegal substance that appears to be used in this house and destroyed. Booker and Austin, you both have the authority to beat down anyone who is rough housing, vandalizing my property or using illegal substance and throw them out when you're finished."
Him and Detour entered the den and found Jeff Hardy, lying on the ground and wiggling like a fish out of water. He was slobbering too. He appeared to be having an epileptic seizure.
Buffy Vamp and Greg Helms were sitting by his side in great panic. They both helped him up and helped Sea Wolf and Detour escort Jeff to the equipment van that Coachman had driven the band in.
"The keys are in the van," Buffy told him, "anything else?"
Sea Wolf tied Jeff's hands behind his back and then removed a bandana from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. "That'll be all." He helped Jeff into the van and looked at Buffy's ribs that were taped before shutting the door. "It looks like you're healing fast."
"That's right. The bullet didn't go very deep so the operation was a success. It happened to hit a scar from a stab wound years ago. The only thing that pissed me off was that my navel rings were removed."
"Well, I've gotta split."
Detour grabbed his arm before he jumped into the driver's seat. "Are you gonna be alright? Maybe I should go come along."
"I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? You've had a lot to drink."
"I said I'd be fine. I've only had a few beers. I can handle it."
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Sea Wolf started feeling woozy after pulling out of the driveway, but he didn't think too much of it. His vision was starting to cloud up and the vehicle was swerving side to side. A few other passersby swerved to avoid hitting the van as pedestrians jumped out of the way and ran for cover.
He heard a loud crash along the way, but stopped and looked back. It was only a dented trashcan and the litter flew all around the vehicle. He proceeded further and heard a muffled noise behind him.
Jeff was kicking around in the back and struggling to break free. He turned around. "Just be still and shut up!" Jeff wouldn't stop. He was about to pull over and throw him out into the street, but he was passing through the slums of the city and didn't want to leave a tripped out person wandering alone.
A few bums spotted the vehicle and approached him. They began tossing rocks and garbage at it when he sped up. It was awhile until he realized he was off the road and driving on the sidewalk until he mowed through some empty boxes. That's when he got back on the road but continued to drive sloppily.
It wasn't too long until the red and blue lights flashed behind him and the sirens blasted into his ears. "Shit!" He was now at 55 mph and cut through alleys, hoping to lose the cops on the beat. The last thing he needed was a DUI along with a stoned rock star who was tied up and gagged in the back of the vehicle he was driving.
After side swiping some walls and parked cars, he managed to make it to the hospital in one piece. He opened to back of the van and carried Jeff into the building. Two hours later, Coachman showed up with Detour. After checking up on him, the bands manager cut him a check and then he let Detour give him a ride back to the hotel.
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He watched Detour take off after getting out of the car. When he entered the living room, the place was being cleaned up. Only Trish and Shawn stayed around to do it. "So everyone left?"
"Yes, they did," said Shawn. "I think most of the guests were scared away after Austin roughed up Rob Van Dam. The guy was caught puffing on a reefer in the backyard."
"Well, I thank you for coming and I appreciate you both cleaning up. The only thing I need right now is a good night sleep. Just make sure the doors are locked before you leave."
"Justin, I had a good time. I'll give you a call tomorrow," Trish told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks. I'll see you both around."
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(Liquidation)
Sea Wolf got the call on Monday afternoon about the job. "So what's this all about, boss?"
"This is the big one, Timberwolfe. There's a huge shipment being dropped off at the International Airport tonight and you, Detour and my boys are going to hit the place tonight."
"Exactly what are we taking?"
"Just some packages that will be dropped off at Gate 44. Your assignment is to retrieve those packages, avoid security and bring them back to the club. You'll need to dress in all black and bring a ski mask as well."
"Okay."
"I promise you will be greatly rewarded."
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Sea Wolf met Ric Flair's henchmen and Detour in the back of the club. They all jumped into the fast and crowded car, then headed to the airport.
Randy Orton was the first one to speak on the way. "Here's the plan, guys," he told Sea Wolf. "We sneak past the security, snag the packages and stuff them into the trunk and split. It should only take five minutes."
They donned their ski masks and each removed an AK-47, except for Detour and Sea Wolf. He was startled for a moment. "What's with the guns?"
"In case security decides to shoot back."
"Detour, just circle around the area until you hear the signal," Erik Watts told him. "Come with us, Sea Wolf."
"What? I don't get a gun?"
"The packages won't be too heavy. Your only job is to haul the packages into that van over there."
"I thought we were using the car that Detour's driving."
"Shut up! You're asking too many questions!" Batista snarled.
"Yeah. He'll stomp you into the pavement if you say another word," Randy laughed.
He followed them to the gate. Flair's henchmen approached the truck with the shipment and gunned down the security guards. His jaw dropped as this happened. They just blew away some innocent bystanders.
Erik Watts looked at him. "Sea Wolf, start loading the van! Now!" He grabbed each package one by one and tossed them into the back of the van. Watts, Batista and Orton jumped into the van as this happened.
"Let's get out of here!" Orton yelled.
The van took off as Sea Wolf shut the doors. He stood there shocked for a moment. "What the hell.." The van didn't even stop. Flair's henchman had abandoned him and Detour was nowhere in sight.
Just when things couldn't get worse, three Jupiters sped into the parking lot and a few men in suits stepped out of each one. He had a bad feeling by just looking at them. The men eyed him and drew their weapons. He ducked behind the crates that held the packages to avoid the gunfire and he could hear the men in suits approaching.
He looked around and spotted an AK-47 lying next to the crates. There were a few cartridges left so he had some defense. He leapt from his hiding place and fired at the suits, watching the suits drop.
It looked like everything was clear until two more men stepped out of one of the Jupiters and fired back. And just his luck, he was out of ammunition. He ducked behind corners, hoping the two suits would run out of bullets, but it seemed like they wouldn't stop firing.
The suits got closer and there were nowhere for him run. Unless he could run like a cheetah and make off with one of their cars, he would consider himself lucky, but that would not be possible. Two trigger-happy suits cornered him.
A ray a light filled the room, causing the suits to hesitate on their gunfire. Both men were knocked forty feet in the air and splattered into the walls as the vehicle that entered came to a sudden stop, almost crushing Sea Wolf.
The light faded and Detour poked his head out from the driver's seat. "Justin! Get in quickly!"
Sea Wolf turned back towards the crate. There were five small packages inside. "Detour, pop the trunk! Flair's henchmen didn't get the rest."
"But the cops are coming!"
He grabbed the packages. "Just do it!" He tossed the packages into Detour's trunk and jumped into the passenger seat. "Let's move it!"
The headlights to the Jupiters started blinking when they pulled out. Detour slammed his foot on the pedal and rammed through them while they were still in reverse. He shifted gear and cut through landing area.
The Jupiters pursued them, along with the cop that just arrived. Sea Wolf looked back. "Dammit! Now we have more trouble."
"Relax, Sea Wolf! I know what I'm doing." With his fancy driving skills, he left the Jupiters eating dust causing one of them to flip over as the other vehicles behind it collided into the wreck. He looked back at the explosion and smiled. "See. I told you we'd lose them."
"What about the cops."
"They're alright. Only the Jupiters went up in flames." Then they exited the gateway and back into the city.
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They pulled into the parking lot of the club. "So we have a few of the packages. What now?" said Detour.
"I say we give Flair what he wants."
"I don't know. I have bad feeling about this."
"What do you mean?"
"You saw it, Sea Wolf. His goons abandoned you. I think he's up to something."
"When they did that, I wasn't surprised, but Flair wouldn't do that to me."
"You think he knows about?"
"Probably not. Let's just deliver the packages, pick up our checks and get the hell out of here."
Both men gathered the packages and brought them to Ric Flair's office. The club owner didn't look too happy when they walked in. "It's about time you two showed up." He grabbed the packages from them and tore it open. His mood appeared to change after looking inside. He looked back at them. "I'd like to apologize for that outburst." He gave them a sinister looking grin. "You boys did what my henchmen failed to do. Those packages they brought in were only decoys. If they weren't in such a hurry to get the job done, they wouldn't be in hot water."
"You fired them?"
"No, I cut their bonus for tonight's job, unless they get their next assignment done right. I sent them off already, but the two of you have impressed me. He handed them each a suitcase. "Take a good look, boys."
Both cases were filled with fifty grand in tens and twenties. "It's all yours," Flair told them. "You both are dismissed." They thanked him and headed for the door. "And by the way," the club owner cracked his knuckles. "I would be honored if you both dropped in tomorrow night as the guests of honor. To my favorite lackeys, Justin and Chris. I will introduce you to everyone and you'll have this city in your hands."
"That would be great," Sea Wolf responded. Detour nodded as his friend spoke.
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Detour dropped him off at his house. "I don't know about you, but I'm staying away from that club for a long time."
"If you say so. I think I'll settle for something cushy for awhile."
"Well, have a nice night, Justin."
"You too, Chris." He watched him drive off and walked towards the front door. There was an unlabeled box sitting next to the mailbox. He ignored it and unlocked the door. His cell phone rang
"Hello."
"Hey, Sea Wolf. This is Tazz."
"Tazz?"
"Sergeant Senercha. We met at the WOO! club weeks ago. Could you state your location?"
"Home. I'm just getting in."
"Get out of there! It's a trap!"
"What?"
"Don't screw around. Is there a box sitting out front?"
He went back outside. "Yes."
"Get the hell out of there! Now!"
He saw a figure moving around the side of the house and leap over a fence and then ran from the house while looking back at the box in the front. "What's this all about?" he shouted as he got to the end of the driveway.
A force had tossed him into the street as an explosion from behind him caused his ears to ring. He sat up and saw his house up in flames. He crawled for his cell phone. "Tazz, are you still there?"
"Yes, what happened?"
"My fucking house blew up!"
"That's what I was talking about. Meet me at 2498 Greenbrook Street in an hour. I'll explain everything."
Sea Wolf called a cab and headed to that address. It was one of the nicer parts of town. He had been around here before but he almost forgot what for.
Tazz was leaning against his Gamin in the driveway of his home. "I thought you would never get here."
"You saved my life. Why else would I do so and what am I here for?"
"Just get in the car. I know a guy who can answer all your questions."
"Okay."
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It was only a few houses down. Tazz led him to a place he had been before. It was Shawn Michaels' home. Shawn let them both in and asked him to have a seat.
"If you don't know what happened, Justin," Shawn explained, "you were set up. Ric Flair had one of his henchmen plant a bomb in front of your home."
"But why? After all I had done for him, he decides to dispose of me?"
"When he assigned you a few jobs, you were too good at them. It appears that you have become a threat to him. That's probably the reason."
"How do you both know all this? How do I know that you both aren't doing the same shit?"
"That's because there's a mole within the club." Him and Tazz looked back and saw Erik Watts enter the room.
"I guess this answers your question," Erik told him. "I've been spying for Shawn Michaels for quite awhile at that club. That's how Tazz knew about the bomb. We've gotten Detour to safety as well. Batista and Orton wired a bomb in his race car, but Tazz has sent a squad to disarm it."
"But why did you abandon Detour and I?"
"Flair told us to do it. He didn't expect you to succeed, but I'm the one who left that AK-47. We knew somebody else was out for those packages."
"What was that all about?"
"He didn't even tell us what was inside."
"Well, that's enough talk for now," Shawn told them all. "Tazz. Erik. You both might want to lay low for awhile. Justin, there's a guest room at the end of the hall. We both will talk about all this tomorrow."
Disclaimer: Selected superstars in this story are property of the WWE, NWA- TNA and XPW. For more information check out www.wwe.com, www.nwatna.com, www.totalnonstop.com and www.xpwrestling.com to learn more about these superstars. Peroxwhygen is property of former WWE superstar Jeff Hardy. All rights reserved.
Other superstars listed in this chapter: Sea Wolf, Arkuss Blackburn, Tito Velasquez, Snatch McKenzie, Detour, Scary Carrie, Buffy Vamp and Clara Lucado are property of the author, Dave Scott. Please e-mail me at bender_hkw@lycos.com for permission to use any of the characters. I mean it.
I would also like to thank Rockstar Games and the creators of the Grand Theft Auto series for influencing me into writing this story.
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(The Stalker)
Sea Wolf's phone rang. "Who the hell is this?"
"Coachman. It's an emergency! Jeff Hardy has a stalker!"
"Don't you mean a groupie?"
"No, this one is a stalker. Jeff is kind of edgy right now. Is there any way you could swing by the hotel?"
"Okay. I'm on my way."
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Jonathan Coachman answered the door. "Thank God, you're here. Come in."
"So Jeff has a stalker. What's new?"
"This isn't a joke. We have enough proof." He opened an envelope and dumped some pictures and notes on to a table. "See for yourself."
"Let's see. Some love letters and photos." "That's what I'm trying to tell you. He's been receiving letters from some chick who calls herself Carrie. After the letters, she sent a few photos and then she sent some nude photos of herself."
"So?"
"After awhile, she began to send threatening letters because he didn't write back. Next thing you know, Jeff has received a package with a mangled cat inside."
"Gross!"
"The problem is the band has a signing this evening at Raw Records and this Carrie chick claims that she knows where we are. Jeff is shot with fear and the others don't feel so hot. They'll back down from the signing and we'll be screwed."
Sea Wolf looked into one of the rooms. Jeff was slouched in a chair eating Doritos and sipping Strawberry-Kiwi Kool-Aid while watching Ed, Edd and Eddy. "Shot up with fear, huh?"
"Please. You've gotta help us. The signing is in two hours."
"Keep your shirt on. I'll do it. I'll distract the chick and drive her away from the scene."
"You'll do that? Great!"
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Sea Wolf headed for Raw Records in his Sprint with Peroxwhygen's chartered bus a few feet behind him. He parked on the side of the road with enough distance to see the store closely and the patrons. He looked at the photo. "She's a white female in her twenties, long black hair, pale complexion and she always appears to have a deranged look on her face."
The crowd, mainly women, went crazy once the doors to the bus opened. Jeff Hardy was the first person to step out followed by the rest along with Jonathan Coachman. Jeff threw his arms into the air smiling, letting the fans reach out for him and letting them admire him.
Sea Wolf looked on. "It doesn't look too bad. Jeff doesn't seem to be worried about anything. It looks like Coachman is paying me to just sit here. I should work for him more often." He kept the engine running and looked through his binoculars. Jeff continued to interact with the ladies and gave Coachman a signal to slap certain stickers on the women he picked and pointed to the bus.
Buffy Vamp and Clara Lucado looked kind of bored, wanting to get the signing over with. Goldust and Greg Helms appeared to be ignored by the raging fans as Jeff Hardy was getting all the attention.
The band was almost at the door when Sea Wolf paused as he spotted his target. The stalker was in the crowd. Like a wild dog about to pounce on a piece of meat, Carrie poised for attack. She cut through the line and stood two steps away from Jeff.
The stalker reached into her coat pocket. "You bitch! You aren't going anywhere! You belong to me!" She brandished an automatic handgun before him and waved it around everyone. She pressed the gun into Jeff's face and began to lead him away from the crowd.
Sea Wolf hit the gas and jumped out of the Sprint and grabbed his Ingram from the passenger seat. Coachman looked around the crowd. "Sea Wolf, where are you? Do something!"
Buffy Vamp and Clara were the closest to her and stepped up. Buffy tightened her fists and gave the crazy woman one in the eye. She pounded the dazed stalker until a shot rang out hitting her in the ribs.
"Holy shit!" Goldust roared across the crowd. He looked back at Coachman and Greg Helms. "That quote was from Marty McFly in Back to the Future when."
"Shut up! One of your band members got hit," Sea Wolf yelled, "Clara, get her on that bus. As for the rest of you, I recommend you do the same." Clara and Goldust helped the wounded Buffy up and carried her to the bus.
Greg Helms looked through the crowd and spotted a phone booth. "This looks like a job for.someone else!" He ran to the booth with the knapsack he carried and shut the doors.
Sea Wolf rolled his eyes toward Jeff's stalker and saw her flee the scene and head for her car. It was a red Volcanon, one of this year's newest models. He ran for the Sprint that he was driving. The bus was taking off and the Carrie began to fire from the Volcanon.
The minutes all three vehicles left, a figure dressed like a superhero, resembling Green Lantern jumped out of the phone booth. "The Hurricane is here to save the day. To fight for truth, justice and all that stuff!" The crowd stood there and stared at him. He looked around as well. "Where did they all go?"
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"I can't lose that psychopath! She's armed and has a faster vehicle than mine." He followed the bus and the Volcanon that pursued it. He shifted gear and rammed into the back of the vehicle.
"Asshole! I bought this a week ago!" the stalker screamed from the window.
He rolled down the window to the passenger side and raised his Ingram, firing at the exterior of this year's newest models. Carrie hit the gas and swerved into him. He could hear the Volcanon grinding against his vehicle as they followed the bus. "Coachman was right. That bitch is crazy." He pointed his Ingram at the stalker.
She let out a shriek and went ahead, passing by the bus. "Damn." He stomped on the gas pedal and went around the bus. She was going eighty mph on a busy street in the middle of the day.
Carrie began to cut corners every time he caught up with her. He was hesitant on firing because he couldn't reload and drive at the same time. After avoiding other vehicles and pedestrians, they ended up driving down a thin alley-like road. He couldn't lose her this time, except for running low on gas and she was way ahead of him.
She took a left turn and stepped on the gas as he continued to follow.
As he turned, his eyes widened when Carrie ran a red light. He hit the
brakes and watched a moving van collide into the Volcanon.
It had a massive dent on its right side but he could see that she was okay. He took a deep breath and proceeded, doing a full circle around the van to continue the pursuit. He rammed into the back of the Volcanon again and fired a great number of rounds into the vehicle.
Carrie attempted to cut through a parking lot, but the front wheel hit a pothole and she lost control, wrapping the Volcanon around a street lamp. She climbed out of the vehicle and began to fire at him with her only weapon in hand.
Sea Wolf came to a sudden stop and reloaded his weapon. He shifted into reverse and let the whole clip empty as the rounds flew into her direction. Jeff Hardy's stalker was now dead.
He shifted back into drive and headed for the nearest auto shop. The car was nearly tapped out on gas and the cops were near. The moment the Sprint stopped in front of the auto shop, he threw the mechanics some green, told them he'd be back for it in a few hours and fled by foot. He remained laying low long enough to get to a subway and got off at a station that was close to the hospital.
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The chartered bus was still parked outside of the hospital. Goldust and Jeff Hardy were standing outside. "Hey there! You made it," said Jeff.
"Yeah. The stalker is dead. Your boss owes me big."
"You know what? That stalker chick didn't look too bad. It might not have been necessary to kill her."
"Dude! She shot Buffy!" Goldust butted in.
"By the way, is she okay?"
"I've been told she's still alive. She's already been treated so feel free to visit her."
"I'll do just that."
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(Trip 2 Xtreme)
For the next few days, Sea Wolf took it easy. Ric Flair called him for another job but it had to wait until he could get all the help he needed until further notice. Since he had nothing else planned, he phoned his friends for a get together at his place.
The first to show were his pals from the Hangman and the ranch. They provided the food and the beer. Stone Cold Steve Austin showed up next, bringing more beer. Scott Hall showed up with half a keg of beer and got shitfaced within less than an hour of his arrival. Booker T, Rob Van Dam, Trish, Snatch and her husband showed up after awhile and the band members of Peroxwhygen along with Jonathan Coachman were the last ones to show.
Even though it wasn't much, there was enough food to go around and he kept the radio stations on either Roundup or Alloy. As Sea Wolf got to his fifth mug of Budweiser, Booker T rolled up to him.
"I've got some bad news and some good news."
"What's that?"
"Well, Bradshaw hit the stock market yesterday with that information you gave him and got a cool $200 million bucks. After that, he decided to retire from the ranch and move on to something better."
"What about his workers?"
"You're looking at its new owner."
"That's great. Any idea where Bradshaw went off to?"
"Damn right! Him and his wife moved to a place known as Shamrock City in California. He's working with an old partner of his named Ron Simmons. They're taking part in more 'hands on' jobs."
"Shamrock City? That doesn't sound like an appealing name for a city in California?"
"It's actually a nice area. It used to be called Beach City until a big earthquake twelve years ago decimated it, killing thousands of people and brought the property value down. There was an actor/fighting champion named Ken Shamrock who used his wealth to rebuild the city. After three years of reconstruction, the survivors of the city made a request and had him appointed as the mayor."
"Makes perfect sense," he took a long gulp of his drink, "so you enjoying the party?"
"Damn skippy! Well, I'll see ya later."
The next person who approached him was Detour, the champion racecar driver. "So I've been hearing some rumors going around about you. Is it true?"
"About what?"
"I heard that you interfered in one of my races."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, somebody trashed Glen Gilberti's car, causing him to forfeit."
"Oh yeah! That was me."
"That drunken ass guy lying on the couch over there was blabbing about that and other things."
"That's Scott Hall. He's always like that." They both laughed. "You may not know it, but Ric Flair spoke to me last night at WOO! about a job on Monday night. He's paying me fifty grand just to drive."
"Whoa!"
"He told me that you, Batista, Watts and Orton will be involved. Do you know what it's about?"
"No, he told me that he needed me for a job. That's all."
"I guess I'll see you then."
Their conversation was interrupted when Coachman rushed into the room. "Justin, we have any emergency! Someone needs medical attention!"
Sea Wolf looked around and saw Scott Hall vomiting on the coffee table. "Scott doesn't look too good. Go call an ambulance!"
"No, I'm talking about Jeff Hardy! He was getting wasted in the den and it looks like he's had a bad trip."
"What?"
"Don't be doing what that Austin guy is doing. Now is not the time to play games. Jeff is having a bad acid trip!"
"Well, call a fucking ambulance! Now!"
"We can't do that! If anybody finds out, the media will be all over us. Besides, he's already on probation. We'll have to drive him to the hospital. I mean you'll have to drive him to the hospital. I'd do it myself but I have to keep an eye on the rest of the band!"
"Okay! I'll do it, but you owe me!" He punched Coachman in the face. "That's for allowing someone to use some illegal substance in my house!" He looked around the room for the people he could truly trust. He spotted Booker, Shawn Michaels and Austin. "Hey, guys! I have to leave for a while so I'm leaving you three in charge. Shawn, I want you to gather any illegal substance that appears to be used in this house and destroyed. Booker and Austin, you both have the authority to beat down anyone who is rough housing, vandalizing my property or using illegal substance and throw them out when you're finished."
Him and Detour entered the den and found Jeff Hardy, lying on the ground and wiggling like a fish out of water. He was slobbering too. He appeared to be having an epileptic seizure.
Buffy Vamp and Greg Helms were sitting by his side in great panic. They both helped him up and helped Sea Wolf and Detour escort Jeff to the equipment van that Coachman had driven the band in.
"The keys are in the van," Buffy told him, "anything else?"
Sea Wolf tied Jeff's hands behind his back and then removed a bandana from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. "That'll be all." He helped Jeff into the van and looked at Buffy's ribs that were taped before shutting the door. "It looks like you're healing fast."
"That's right. The bullet didn't go very deep so the operation was a success. It happened to hit a scar from a stab wound years ago. The only thing that pissed me off was that my navel rings were removed."
"Well, I've gotta split."
Detour grabbed his arm before he jumped into the driver's seat. "Are you gonna be alright? Maybe I should go come along."
"I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? You've had a lot to drink."
"I said I'd be fine. I've only had a few beers. I can handle it."
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Sea Wolf started feeling woozy after pulling out of the driveway, but he didn't think too much of it. His vision was starting to cloud up and the vehicle was swerving side to side. A few other passersby swerved to avoid hitting the van as pedestrians jumped out of the way and ran for cover.
He heard a loud crash along the way, but stopped and looked back. It was only a dented trashcan and the litter flew all around the vehicle. He proceeded further and heard a muffled noise behind him.
Jeff was kicking around in the back and struggling to break free. He turned around. "Just be still and shut up!" Jeff wouldn't stop. He was about to pull over and throw him out into the street, but he was passing through the slums of the city and didn't want to leave a tripped out person wandering alone.
A few bums spotted the vehicle and approached him. They began tossing rocks and garbage at it when he sped up. It was awhile until he realized he was off the road and driving on the sidewalk until he mowed through some empty boxes. That's when he got back on the road but continued to drive sloppily.
It wasn't too long until the red and blue lights flashed behind him and the sirens blasted into his ears. "Shit!" He was now at 55 mph and cut through alleys, hoping to lose the cops on the beat. The last thing he needed was a DUI along with a stoned rock star who was tied up and gagged in the back of the vehicle he was driving.
After side swiping some walls and parked cars, he managed to make it to the hospital in one piece. He opened to back of the van and carried Jeff into the building. Two hours later, Coachman showed up with Detour. After checking up on him, the bands manager cut him a check and then he let Detour give him a ride back to the hotel.
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He watched Detour take off after getting out of the car. When he entered the living room, the place was being cleaned up. Only Trish and Shawn stayed around to do it. "So everyone left?"
"Yes, they did," said Shawn. "I think most of the guests were scared away after Austin roughed up Rob Van Dam. The guy was caught puffing on a reefer in the backyard."
"Well, I thank you for coming and I appreciate you both cleaning up. The only thing I need right now is a good night sleep. Just make sure the doors are locked before you leave."
"Justin, I had a good time. I'll give you a call tomorrow," Trish told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks. I'll see you both around."
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(Liquidation)
Sea Wolf got the call on Monday afternoon about the job. "So what's this all about, boss?"
"This is the big one, Timberwolfe. There's a huge shipment being dropped off at the International Airport tonight and you, Detour and my boys are going to hit the place tonight."
"Exactly what are we taking?"
"Just some packages that will be dropped off at Gate 44. Your assignment is to retrieve those packages, avoid security and bring them back to the club. You'll need to dress in all black and bring a ski mask as well."
"Okay."
"I promise you will be greatly rewarded."
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Sea Wolf met Ric Flair's henchmen and Detour in the back of the club. They all jumped into the fast and crowded car, then headed to the airport.
Randy Orton was the first one to speak on the way. "Here's the plan, guys," he told Sea Wolf. "We sneak past the security, snag the packages and stuff them into the trunk and split. It should only take five minutes."
They donned their ski masks and each removed an AK-47, except for Detour and Sea Wolf. He was startled for a moment. "What's with the guns?"
"In case security decides to shoot back."
"Detour, just circle around the area until you hear the signal," Erik Watts told him. "Come with us, Sea Wolf."
"What? I don't get a gun?"
"The packages won't be too heavy. Your only job is to haul the packages into that van over there."
"I thought we were using the car that Detour's driving."
"Shut up! You're asking too many questions!" Batista snarled.
"Yeah. He'll stomp you into the pavement if you say another word," Randy laughed.
He followed them to the gate. Flair's henchmen approached the truck with the shipment and gunned down the security guards. His jaw dropped as this happened. They just blew away some innocent bystanders.
Erik Watts looked at him. "Sea Wolf, start loading the van! Now!" He grabbed each package one by one and tossed them into the back of the van. Watts, Batista and Orton jumped into the van as this happened.
"Let's get out of here!" Orton yelled.
The van took off as Sea Wolf shut the doors. He stood there shocked for a moment. "What the hell.." The van didn't even stop. Flair's henchman had abandoned him and Detour was nowhere in sight.
Just when things couldn't get worse, three Jupiters sped into the parking lot and a few men in suits stepped out of each one. He had a bad feeling by just looking at them. The men eyed him and drew their weapons. He ducked behind the crates that held the packages to avoid the gunfire and he could hear the men in suits approaching.
He looked around and spotted an AK-47 lying next to the crates. There were a few cartridges left so he had some defense. He leapt from his hiding place and fired at the suits, watching the suits drop.
It looked like everything was clear until two more men stepped out of one of the Jupiters and fired back. And just his luck, he was out of ammunition. He ducked behind corners, hoping the two suits would run out of bullets, but it seemed like they wouldn't stop firing.
The suits got closer and there were nowhere for him run. Unless he could run like a cheetah and make off with one of their cars, he would consider himself lucky, but that would not be possible. Two trigger-happy suits cornered him.
A ray a light filled the room, causing the suits to hesitate on their gunfire. Both men were knocked forty feet in the air and splattered into the walls as the vehicle that entered came to a sudden stop, almost crushing Sea Wolf.
The light faded and Detour poked his head out from the driver's seat. "Justin! Get in quickly!"
Sea Wolf turned back towards the crate. There were five small packages inside. "Detour, pop the trunk! Flair's henchmen didn't get the rest."
"But the cops are coming!"
He grabbed the packages. "Just do it!" He tossed the packages into Detour's trunk and jumped into the passenger seat. "Let's move it!"
The headlights to the Jupiters started blinking when they pulled out. Detour slammed his foot on the pedal and rammed through them while they were still in reverse. He shifted gear and cut through landing area.
The Jupiters pursued them, along with the cop that just arrived. Sea Wolf looked back. "Dammit! Now we have more trouble."
"Relax, Sea Wolf! I know what I'm doing." With his fancy driving skills, he left the Jupiters eating dust causing one of them to flip over as the other vehicles behind it collided into the wreck. He looked back at the explosion and smiled. "See. I told you we'd lose them."
"What about the cops."
"They're alright. Only the Jupiters went up in flames." Then they exited the gateway and back into the city.
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They pulled into the parking lot of the club. "So we have a few of the packages. What now?" said Detour.
"I say we give Flair what he wants."
"I don't know. I have bad feeling about this."
"What do you mean?"
"You saw it, Sea Wolf. His goons abandoned you. I think he's up to something."
"When they did that, I wasn't surprised, but Flair wouldn't do that to me."
"You think he knows about?"
"Probably not. Let's just deliver the packages, pick up our checks and get the hell out of here."
Both men gathered the packages and brought them to Ric Flair's office. The club owner didn't look too happy when they walked in. "It's about time you two showed up." He grabbed the packages from them and tore it open. His mood appeared to change after looking inside. He looked back at them. "I'd like to apologize for that outburst." He gave them a sinister looking grin. "You boys did what my henchmen failed to do. Those packages they brought in were only decoys. If they weren't in such a hurry to get the job done, they wouldn't be in hot water."
"You fired them?"
"No, I cut their bonus for tonight's job, unless they get their next assignment done right. I sent them off already, but the two of you have impressed me. He handed them each a suitcase. "Take a good look, boys."
Both cases were filled with fifty grand in tens and twenties. "It's all yours," Flair told them. "You both are dismissed." They thanked him and headed for the door. "And by the way," the club owner cracked his knuckles. "I would be honored if you both dropped in tomorrow night as the guests of honor. To my favorite lackeys, Justin and Chris. I will introduce you to everyone and you'll have this city in your hands."
"That would be great," Sea Wolf responded. Detour nodded as his friend spoke.
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Detour dropped him off at his house. "I don't know about you, but I'm staying away from that club for a long time."
"If you say so. I think I'll settle for something cushy for awhile."
"Well, have a nice night, Justin."
"You too, Chris." He watched him drive off and walked towards the front door. There was an unlabeled box sitting next to the mailbox. He ignored it and unlocked the door. His cell phone rang
"Hello."
"Hey, Sea Wolf. This is Tazz."
"Tazz?"
"Sergeant Senercha. We met at the WOO! club weeks ago. Could you state your location?"
"Home. I'm just getting in."
"Get out of there! It's a trap!"
"What?"
"Don't screw around. Is there a box sitting out front?"
He went back outside. "Yes."
"Get the hell out of there! Now!"
He saw a figure moving around the side of the house and leap over a fence and then ran from the house while looking back at the box in the front. "What's this all about?" he shouted as he got to the end of the driveway.
A force had tossed him into the street as an explosion from behind him caused his ears to ring. He sat up and saw his house up in flames. He crawled for his cell phone. "Tazz, are you still there?"
"Yes, what happened?"
"My fucking house blew up!"
"That's what I was talking about. Meet me at 2498 Greenbrook Street in an hour. I'll explain everything."
Sea Wolf called a cab and headed to that address. It was one of the nicer parts of town. He had been around here before but he almost forgot what for.
Tazz was leaning against his Gamin in the driveway of his home. "I thought you would never get here."
"You saved my life. Why else would I do so and what am I here for?"
"Just get in the car. I know a guy who can answer all your questions."
"Okay."
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It was only a few houses down. Tazz led him to a place he had been before. It was Shawn Michaels' home. Shawn let them both in and asked him to have a seat.
"If you don't know what happened, Justin," Shawn explained, "you were set up. Ric Flair had one of his henchmen plant a bomb in front of your home."
"But why? After all I had done for him, he decides to dispose of me?"
"When he assigned you a few jobs, you were too good at them. It appears that you have become a threat to him. That's probably the reason."
"How do you both know all this? How do I know that you both aren't doing the same shit?"
"That's because there's a mole within the club." Him and Tazz looked back and saw Erik Watts enter the room.
"I guess this answers your question," Erik told him. "I've been spying for Shawn Michaels for quite awhile at that club. That's how Tazz knew about the bomb. We've gotten Detour to safety as well. Batista and Orton wired a bomb in his race car, but Tazz has sent a squad to disarm it."
"But why did you abandon Detour and I?"
"Flair told us to do it. He didn't expect you to succeed, but I'm the one who left that AK-47. We knew somebody else was out for those packages."
"What was that all about?"
"He didn't even tell us what was inside."
"Well, that's enough talk for now," Shawn told them all. "Tazz. Erik. You both might want to lay low for awhile. Justin, there's a guest room at the end of the hall. We both will talk about all this tomorrow."