Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on Sept 4, 2016 15:33:15 GMT -5
He might have made it to his destination, had he gone east instead of west when he got onto the interstate. Now, as it stands, Wayne is pushing the Miata alongside the road. Bringing the Mazda to a stop at every stoplight and pushing it back up to speeds without a single person bothering to ask if he needed assistance. Still, Wayne would have it no other way. He loved pushing the Miata, it was a workout more than he expected.
The first hill wasn't so bad, but each hill afterwards became more challenging than the last. The bandage on his head soaked with blood from the stitches recieved at the hands of Adam Young. A few stitches came undone but that was nothing a bottle of crazy glue couldn't fix. There was no way to know for sure how many miles he had pushed the car, but finally he came across something that would be helpful to his cause. A used car dealership. With cars blowing their horns at him, and the drivers shouting obscenities about the condition of the miata, Wayne simply smiled and grinned. He knew the car was in great shape, he knew it was well tuned.
With a turn of the wheel, the miata finds itself a new home in the dealership lot. The man behind the glass office finally came out at this point, not looking impressed to have a vehicle pushed into his lot. Wayne sets the e-brake with the car itself far enough out of the way so people could still drive in if they desired. The sweat was rolling from his body, but Wayne remained smiling.
"We don't take scrap here."
Wayne: And I don't have scrap ol man .. just outta gas.
The man walks around the miata, examining for bends, scratches, rust spots and other abnormalities, but finding none. Wayne pops the hood where the man is actually somewhat impressed with how clean everything is underneath the hood. And while the man is exploring the condition of the miata, Wayne gets his attention on a little Geo Metro parked about 3 cars down.
The interior of the metro looked like it had been eaten by a pack of rats, and the knob at the end of the shifter was missing. The AC vents were missing, and Wayne half wondered if the car would start at all.
"I'll give ya the metro and 50 bucks if you can produce a clean title on the miata."
"SOLD"
Signing a piece of paperwork here, transferring of title, transferring of plates, then grabbing his duffel from the miata to go into the metro made the legal and embodying transfers complete. With a toss of the keys to the old man, and catching the keys to the metro himself, he slides in behind the seat, and with a quick turn of the key, the metro fires up. Wayne raised an eyebrow in curiosity at this. The old man hands him a crisp 50 dollar bill, and the deal is sealed.
Wayne turns on the radio where a voice comes out from a single rear speaker ...
'General motors has folded several manufacturing facilities and has withdrawn from making cars. This decision has closed 3800 jobs nationwide, but GM promises to continue making SUVs and trucks as well as heavy equipment.'
Details like this make it difficult to be working for the WCF. With others in need of jobs, Wayne being a billionaire and so close to retirement. Others, everywhere else within the world, their jobs are only as secure as the man in charge decides that their function still makes them money. Wayne hits a pre-selected radio station and listens in.
'Cash won't fight me. Baron won't fight me. And Burn has offered to PAY to fight me.. Looks like we have two cowards and one sunuva bitch! But I'm no psychopomp..put your checkbook away..your "can do" attitude just earned you a match next week!'
This brought a smile back to Wayne. He never wanted the easy way, he knew this was going to be a fight, and Archer had just confirmed what he believed all along. One way, or another, this was going to be a match. Two masters of mayhem within the ring, and just as much as Wayne was going to have fun here, he knew Archer would be pushed to the limits just as well. There was no need for fancy training facilities, no need for endless hours of training material. Everything that could be trained for this match already had been. This would be brutal, and Wayne loved it.
The first hill wasn't so bad, but each hill afterwards became more challenging than the last. The bandage on his head soaked with blood from the stitches recieved at the hands of Adam Young. A few stitches came undone but that was nothing a bottle of crazy glue couldn't fix. There was no way to know for sure how many miles he had pushed the car, but finally he came across something that would be helpful to his cause. A used car dealership. With cars blowing their horns at him, and the drivers shouting obscenities about the condition of the miata, Wayne simply smiled and grinned. He knew the car was in great shape, he knew it was well tuned.
With a turn of the wheel, the miata finds itself a new home in the dealership lot. The man behind the glass office finally came out at this point, not looking impressed to have a vehicle pushed into his lot. Wayne sets the e-brake with the car itself far enough out of the way so people could still drive in if they desired. The sweat was rolling from his body, but Wayne remained smiling.
"We don't take scrap here."
Wayne: And I don't have scrap ol man .. just outta gas.
The man walks around the miata, examining for bends, scratches, rust spots and other abnormalities, but finding none. Wayne pops the hood where the man is actually somewhat impressed with how clean everything is underneath the hood. And while the man is exploring the condition of the miata, Wayne gets his attention on a little Geo Metro parked about 3 cars down.
The interior of the metro looked like it had been eaten by a pack of rats, and the knob at the end of the shifter was missing. The AC vents were missing, and Wayne half wondered if the car would start at all.
"I'll give ya the metro and 50 bucks if you can produce a clean title on the miata."
"SOLD"
Signing a piece of paperwork here, transferring of title, transferring of plates, then grabbing his duffel from the miata to go into the metro made the legal and embodying transfers complete. With a toss of the keys to the old man, and catching the keys to the metro himself, he slides in behind the seat, and with a quick turn of the key, the metro fires up. Wayne raised an eyebrow in curiosity at this. The old man hands him a crisp 50 dollar bill, and the deal is sealed.
Wayne turns on the radio where a voice comes out from a single rear speaker ...
'General motors has folded several manufacturing facilities and has withdrawn from making cars. This decision has closed 3800 jobs nationwide, but GM promises to continue making SUVs and trucks as well as heavy equipment.'
Details like this make it difficult to be working for the WCF. With others in need of jobs, Wayne being a billionaire and so close to retirement. Others, everywhere else within the world, their jobs are only as secure as the man in charge decides that their function still makes them money. Wayne hits a pre-selected radio station and listens in.
'Cash won't fight me. Baron won't fight me. And Burn has offered to PAY to fight me.. Looks like we have two cowards and one sunuva bitch! But I'm no psychopomp..put your checkbook away..your "can do" attitude just earned you a match next week!'
This brought a smile back to Wayne. He never wanted the easy way, he knew this was going to be a fight, and Archer had just confirmed what he believed all along. One way, or another, this was going to be a match. Two masters of mayhem within the ring, and just as much as Wayne was going to have fun here, he knew Archer would be pushed to the limits just as well. There was no need for fancy training facilities, no need for endless hours of training material. Everything that could be trained for this match already had been. This would be brutal, and Wayne loved it.
