Wally had a splitting head ache when he awoke. He pressed the barrel of the nine millimeter to his head and began to mutter to himself. If his mother or father had saw him like this, they would ensure he wouldn't lay eyes on another gun until he was eighteen. He laid down on the bed again, his arm dangling off the side of the bed.
He went into the shed and began to clean up the dirt bike. He had a show to do tonight that would bring in a lot of money. He noticed that the shocks weren't taking up very much of the impact from anything. It made his bone shudder everytime he landed a wheelie.
He drove to Jack and explained the problem. Jack at first seemed disappointed that one of his works was falling apart when he suddenly became wide eyed and smiling.
"I got just what you need." he said and rushed off into a garage. He came out a moment later with what looked like one of the shocks from Wally's bike. Wally was baffled.
"New shocks?"
"No, customized shocks. These are made of the same material that make the shocks for those safe houses at the nuclear storage places. It's also made to take up the same amount of pressure. So it's the same thing as those shocks, just smaller."
"It'll take up the impact of a twenty feet free fall of a two hundred pound bike with an extra weight of me?"
"Absolutely. Just let me install these shocks," he said, then spied the tires, "And get you some new tires. You melted the tracking. It's perfectly smooth!"
"Whatever. You gonna be at the show tonight?"
"Duh, amigo, whose gonna make sure you take good care of that piece of art?"
"Wouldn't trust anyone but you."
"Good. Why don't you get some practice off that dirt bike? I haven't perfected it to meet grades with this one, but it'll do for practice."
"Nah, but I'll take it to the casino. They say they're looking for an entertainer and will pay handsomely on the spot."
"Whatever, just make sure you bring in enough to pay me."
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The crowd was going nuts. Through the dark plastic of his helmet, he saw several girls without shirts. Cool.
"Ladies and germs, may I introduce to you… Beetles!"
Wally gunned it and entered the stage. He wheelied three times before riding the fourth into the middle of the dirt.
"Don't forget, tonight, he appears again at the Kid's Casino! That's right ladies, you heard right! You might get a chance to play strip poker with Beetles! And I hope he wins!"
A roar of laughter erupted all around.
"And let the show begin!"
Wally wheelied again and gunned the engine to the ramp. He was propelled into the air! His feet left the dirt bike and he arched his back into a perfect Superman! He returned his feet and stood a bit to avoid crushing his balls on the land. He turned the dirt bike around in a power slide motion and pumped both fists into the air. The crowed went nuts.
"C'mon, Beetles!" the announcer said in a fake mocking voice. "That's old school. Let's see something new!"
Wally had just trick. He revved the engine three times before holding it down. At the same time he kept his hand on the break. He let go of the brake as the engine hit three thousand RPS and he was flung foreword. As his back tire left the ramp, he leaned way back, doing a back flip with the dirt bike. He front wheel hit the ground before he had stabilized, but he still remained in control.
Again, the crowd went crazy.
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Wally wiped his sweating face with a rag. So far, three girls had flashed him (which, Wally thought, wasn't too bad) and about fifteen had tried to rip pieces of clothing off from his dirt bike suit. He didn't mind at all. He'd probably auction it on eBay or something. It was way more protection then what he was going to use tonight, anyway.
He walked up to the counter and the female cashier handed him a ten thousand dollars in one hundred dollar bills. There was only a single stack and it had a paper bill-fold around it.
Wally nodded in thanks and walked outside. Instantly, he was surrounded by several screaming girls, all wanting something from him.
"Just one lock of hair!"
"A kiss!"
It went like that until he got to his crappy dirt bike. He said a small speech and jump on. The girls backed off a few steps and Wally gunned the engine. He aimed his from wheel towards a small make-shift ramp that several boys were doing small tricks on BMX bikes. He flew foreword and was airborne off the ramp. He did a corkscrew and landed on the other side of the fence. He wheelied and drove top speed to Jack. He had a dirt bike to pick up.
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"Damn it, amigo, I'm surprised you didn't break that bike in two!" Jack scolded carefully examining the dirt bike.
"Yeah, whatever. Just give me my good dirt bike."
"Jeez, give me a moment!"
Jack came out the garage on the dirt bike. Their were logo's of the sponsors who paid to get their names on the bike. They probably paid a hundred each just to have a removable plastic logo put on his dirt bike during the show.
"I installed the shocks and cleaned up the engine. The tanks full and you should have enough to get through your show and get you back here."
"Good. You staying at the casino?"
"Hell, yes, amigo! You think that I want to spend the rest of my childhood fixing machines? Not that I don't like to, but a boy's gotta get out once in a while!"
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm going to the casino early. You, too?"
"Yep. Just let me get something."
Jack disappeared into the garage and came out in a large go kart. On the back, there was an attached flat bed trailer.
"Get your bike in the trailer, amigo. I'm giving you a ride."
"Cool."
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Lizard, lizard, lizard…lizard! The siren went off at the slot machine that Wally was playing at. Quarter's began spewing out of the machine and Wally scooped them into an already half full cup. Tonight was his night.
He yawned and looked at clock. It was five thirty and the show started at six. He had enough time to get a root beer and head down to the arena to get ready. He headed over to the bar and ordered.
"Mug or bottle?"
"Bottle."
"A buck."
He paid the bar tender and added a tip to the jar. After opening and taking a drink, he head down to the arena.
A/N: How'd you like this chapter? Do you think Wally's gonna win the contest?