Ready to Rock and Roll!!!

[defleppardvanhalen]

Cruising all over downtown Atlanta in his hot red Ferrari, blasting his theme music, "Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds" by Ratt, a wild young rocker spun over to the parking space. The ignition's turned off, and the jumped out of the car. It was "Wild Thing" James Bowen.

JB: What's up, GCW? I am "Wild Thing" James Bowen. For nearly a decade, I have wrestled in the ring and won championships everywhere I went. Outside the ring, lots of rock music and beautiful women. I am here to show GCW a good time, but in the ring, I'll be ready to rock and roll, strut and stroll, taking care of business as the "Wild Thing" does best. Owww! See ya in the ring, man!

"Wild Thing" then jumps back in the Ferrari and speeds off.

[Jacob Cruise]

As the car finally comes to a stop at a red light, two men in police garb approach the drivers side window. Cruise, turning to his partner Kincaid, elbows him in the ribs...

"Man, we're gonna have some fun with this..."

Setting his bottle of Vodka down on the street, he now taps on the cars window a few times with a plastic nightstick...

"Excuse me sir...sir, please cooperate here. Roll down your window please...We have received reports that you have exceeded the dumbass limit in this zone. A crime punishable by being thrown into ass rape prison....."

[defleppardvanhalen]

JB: Whoa, dude, look, I'm sorry, man. I'm on my way to Chicago to go to GCW.

[Cameron Kincaid]

It was all Cam could do to contain the laughter escaping, almost dropping the soft drink beer from his hand, he straightens his face as much as possible before giving the man a stern look and replies...


We're sorry sir but...We have to insist you show us some proof of intelligence at least. We've received NUMEROUS reports about your actions as of late so we have to verify that you're above the Chicago minimum of the I.Q. of a four year old before we can just let you go. Please...We ask that you step from the car quietly or we'll be forced to beat you senseless with blunt objects...For extended periods of time...

And no it's not because you're black either ...So please sir...Cooperate with us?...

[Jayceon Williams]

Not too far away from where this was taking place, one Jin Remmy had been hitchhiking his way off to Chicago. He brought a little something-something up to his lips and took a quick drag from it. Before letting out a cloud of smoke from his lips. All that yelling was bugging him. He stood by and stopped as he watched two guys speaking to a man in his car. He quickly dropped what was in his hand and stepped on it quick. Then he proceeded to wave the smoke away from him until it wasn't visable. He shook his head and said to himself...

"This shit is fucking up my high damnnit..."

[defleppardvanhalen]

JB: Look, I know you're not really cops. You can't fool me. So, see ya.

James cruises off after the green light went on.

[Cameron Kincaid]

Fake ass Jeff Jarrett ...Yea right he didn't believe us...Sumbitch apologized and everything J. We could have taken a few night sticks and knocked all of his teeth out if we wanted. He wouldn't even have testified for fear of us being crooked cops I bet...Let's go get a drink man...

Looking down at the one in his hand he pauses...Then looks back to Jacob again...

Another one I mean...Sissy Hendrix spoiled this one for me...*sigh* Let's go bro'...

[dj]

Dustin didnt have any idea as to what was going on. He walks out of a local bar, with a bottle of Jack in his hand. he walks up next to the guy standing there surrounded by a cloud of smoke. He takes a gulp of his Jack....then looks over at the guy standing next to him...

Whats up with these boys man...Cant even enjoy a drink without some shit ruinin it [/center]

[Jacob Cruise]

Tapping the plastic nightstick against his palm...

"Man, I wanted to wail into him with our new Dollar Store toys. Shit, these plastic handcuffs looked fun to. Damn, guess I can always try um out on Sandra when I get back to Dallas...."

Cruise shakes his head in disappointment for a moment....Then...

"You know what, forget this....Lets chase his ass down...."

Motioning for Cameron to follow, Cruise begins to take off after the vehicle. Only to stop about five feet away and return to where they were standing...Picking up his bottle of vodka...

"Can't forget this shit...makes me run faster...."