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| ::Snake Eyes is sitting on the sidewalk just outside Kemper Arena waiting for someone. Suddenly a black limousine drives by and picks Snake Eyes up. A man steps out of the car and takes Snake Eyes' wrestling bag and puts it in the back of the limo. ::Inside the car Snake Eyes reaches into his refrigerator and grabs a Jolt. The camera zooms in on the label. It reads "2 times the caffeine" Snake Eyes looks down at his pop, then looks at the camera:: Snake Eyes: I'm gonna need about thirty five of these before the day's out. Caffeine helps me wrestle better. I've had to skip this routine the past couple of days due to the fact that I've been really busy, been everywhere... Complicated crap! But I'm sure that this Friday, I wil WIN my match. ::Snake Eyes is about to begin to talk about his match when the limo comes to a screeching hault, before it slams into something. Snake Eyes, who luckily had his seat buckled before the violent crash, opened the door on his right side. It takes a bit of muscled work, but he eventually shoves the door open:: ::Outside, it's not very pretty. Police cars are surrounding the two crashed vehicles. The other car is a 2000 ford taurus, no license plate. A couple of police men step out of their car and point their guns at Snake Eyes and the others stuck in the middle. The man in the other crashed car steps out, he's not very big, has a baseball cap on backwards and a soul patch goatee. Snake Eyes isn't too happy at the concept of being in more business with the police:: Snake Eyes: Jeezes. Why do I always end up on the WRONG end of the police? Why can't it happen to somebody else? I dunno, somebody else other than me. I always get screwed over. ::More police step out of their cars and point their guns at Snake Eyes, the driver of the limousine, and the man who just caused the crash. One of the policemen pulls out a megaphone:: Snake Eyes: Looks like we're finally gonna find out who's behind this whole mess... or why they pulled us all over. I had nothing to do with dangitt. Policemen: Freeze! You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. We will shoot! ::Snake Eyes jaw drops at what he just heard. They were under arrest? What was he doing. What was anyone doing. Those questions faced Snake Eyes as he put his hands over his head and put them on the limousine. The limousine no longer looked sleek and cool. It was crumpled on two sides and looked like something you would find in a junkyard. Two officers approach Snake Eyes and clamp on the handcuffs:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the police station ::In a small brown room Snake Eyes and the three men are finally explained to why they were arrested:: Officer: The reason you were brought here was not because you did anything wrong, but that you have connections with a hitman that has been killing off many people in the mob. Now what do you know about him? ::He points a finger at the driver of the limousine. He sputters:: Driver: W-w-what? I-I-I have no c-clue about this man John Vendetta? Oops. I mean I d-d-don't know anything about the h-h-hitman you're l-l-looking for. I-I-I'm sorry. ::The police officer is very stupid and believes the limousine driver, even after he mentioned the name of John Vendetta. He points at the mysterious man that Snake Eyes didn't know:: Officer: How 'bout you mister? Man: I don't know about anybody killing off people all over the country... who's name starts with a K. None at all. Sorry sir. ::The officer displays a nice bit more of stupididy as he nods his head in a fakely thoughtful way. He doesn't suspect he knows anything:: Officer: Now, these two don't know nothing, how 'bout you? ::Snake Eyes thinks for a moment, and finally comes up with his answer:: Snake Eyes: No sir, I have no clue who the hitman is. ::Although Snake Eyes hated John Vendetta with all his heart, he couldn't put him in jail. He couldn't put the one man he vowed to beat to a bloody pulp into a prison. For some strange reason Snake Eyes lied to the police officer. He could of put the one most hated man away, for good. But decided not to:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kansas City Ramada Inn ::Inside the room Snake Eyes is sitting on his bed, thinking. The copy of Corx, a biography lay on the bedside table. But Snake Eyes wasn't watching tv or anything, he was just sprawled across his bed... thinking:: ::He continues to do this for a while longer, but eventually clears his mind of whatever was in it. He walks over to the cooler which is in his room, he grabs out another Jolt 'White Lightnin' " He opens it up and sits back down on his bed. He looks at the camera:: Snake Eyes: Heh, well... I suppose I do have a knack for getting in trouble. But that's not gonna be the case Friday... I'm going to wipe the ring mat with Sean Macalrny's face. Sorry to break it to you, buddy... But that's the way it's gonna have to be, because you messed with me. ::Snake Eyes knocks the books off of the bedside table. He's really angry:: Snake Eyes: AND NOBODY MESSES WITH SNAKE EYES. ::Snake Eyes calms down and looks at his watch, it's time for a TWW House Show he's supposed to be at:: Snake Eyes: Gotta wrap it up soon. Gotta leave in a little bit. Anyway on a softer note. I wanted to publicly ask the President when the Cruiserweight Title match was going to take place. I want in on that and wouldn't let anyone down. And basically, there's only one more thing to say and that's... DON'T ROLL SNAKE EYES, OR YOU'LL RUN OUT OF LUCK!!! Macalrny... Fade to black |
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