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Hank Lane · (12-26-2013)

The alarm woke him from a deep sleep. He reached towards the night stand and grabbed it to shut it off. After failing to find the button he threw it across the room. He cringed as it hit the bathroom door with a thud and shattered to the ground. The alarm giving out one last gasp as the life left it. Satisfied, Hank Lane grabbed his pillow and laid back down.

He closed his eyes and was just about to fall back to sleep when he heard someone knocking at the door. He cursed out loud as he grabbed his robe and headed towards the door. He opened the door just a little to see who was outside. Suddenly the door was pushed in and two men were pushing him backwards. The one to his right had a 9mm just about shoved down his throat.

Intruder
Make one wrong move and I'll blow your fucking brains out. Your going to tell me what I want to know or we are going to have a problem.

The man then took the gun out of Hank Lane's mouth and placed it against his temple.

Intruder
Do you know how big of a hole this would make right here? This gun has a hair trigger too so you better watch your step. Now, Where in the hell is my shit?

Hank Lane
Your shit? I have no ideal what your talking about. Try looking in your toilet or up your ass.

The man pulled the gun back and smacked Lane across the forehead with it. That's when the lights went out...........

Boy it sure is dark. Would someone turn the lights back on.

When he woke up his head was throbbing. He looked around to try and get his bearings. He was still in his room. They had tied him to a chair. The front of him was wet so he guessed they had thrown water on him to bring him around. The man with the gun was standing directly in front of him.

Intruder
I will ask you one more time. Where is my shit!

Hank Lane
And I told you, Look up your ass. I don't know what the hell you are talking about.

The man pulled back as if to strike him again when the other man with him grabbed his arm to stop the blow.

Corzone
Enough, Killing him won't get us any closer to what we want. Besides, I think he's telling the truth.

Intruder
I saw the woman place the envelope in his jacket. We already know the key to the safety deposit box was in the envelope.

Hank Lane
Woman? What in the hell are you talking about? No woman gave me any envelope. Your both a couple of loonies.

The lights went out again..........

Still out, Damn that must have hurt.......

He awoke with someone shaking him and calling out his name. His head felt like it was about to explode. He could feel the blood trickling down his forehead. He tried opening his eyes but the lights made his head hurt worse so he closed them again. Someone was untying the ropes that bound him to the chair. Once again he tried to open his eyes.

He saw her there like a guardian angel. Untying him and grabbing an ice pack and rag from the kitchen to take care of his wounds. he had only known her for a few days and here she was saving his ass. Just who was this woman? He wondered as he watched her tending to him.

Angel Fyre
I was afraid they would get to you before I could explain everything to you. They think I slipped you a microchip that I have with evidence against them in a laundering scheme. I'm so sorry this had to happen to you.

Hank Lane
So that's what the guy was talking about when he kept asking me where his shit was at.

Angel Fyre
What did you tell him?

Hank Lane
I told him to look up his ass because I had no ideal what he was talking about.

Angel Fyre laughed and Hank Lane began laughing in response until the pain in his head caused him to stop.

Hank Lane
Ouch, It even hurts when I laugh. Damn the guy did a number on me. Who were they?

Angel Fyre
Corzone and his muscle Ortega. they are a couple of big players in drug trafficking. The Organization has been on them for months. I worked undercover for them to get close to Corzone. As soon as I got the information they needed I was out. I was supposed to meet my contact at the bar the night we met. Only he didn't show up. I found out he was killed when he started his car and the damn thing blew up on him.

Hank Lane
Now wait a minute. Are you telling me you work for this Organization?

Angel Fyre
Yes, I was. I have to lay low for a while until Corzone and company are behind bars or dead. Either one is fine with me. I thought that being your manager I could do that with no problem. Besides, I have been a wrestling fan since I was a young girl watching the greats with my father. Like Magnum Terry Allen, Who you remind me of.

Hank Lane
Yeah, But he wasn't as tough as I am.

Angel Fyre
True, You have a darker side to you than he ever had. That's why I chose you and the XWF to investigate and work my way in.

Hank Lane
Well, I think we can work something out here. But if they are on to you?

Angel Fyre
That's just it though. They tore this place upside down and couldn't find what they were looking for. They couldn't get anything out of you so I'm hoping they think you were a diversion. They won't know me once I get into character.. By now they are probably heading back to Florida, Where they think I will be heading. I can check with a couple of my contacts later and find out for sure.

Hank Lane
I'm just glad you showed up here when you did. What did you want anyway?

Angel Fyre
I called Steve Sayors the other day as your manager and set up an interview for your upcoming New Years Madness match. You will be going up against Tri Bute, Mr. Radio, Shocker, Wyatt Reynolds, Hunter Payne, And Morbid Angel in a Gauntlet Match. The order that everyone enters will be decided by fans voting on the website. It looks to be one hell of a match.

Hank Lane
When did he want to do the interview? And where?

Angel Fyre
Actually it was scheduled for ten minutes ago in the parking lot out front of Cowboys Stadium where the card will be held. If we hurry we can still make it before he leaves.

Hank Lane
Well, Now that you have fixed up my head I don't need to go to any hospital.

Angel Fyre
Exactly, Your lucky the cuts weren't any deeper or you would have needed stitches. Come on, Get dressed and lets go. I will be waiting outside.

A short time later they were pulling into the Cowboys Stadium just in time to catch Steve Sayors as his cameraman was loading the equipment back into the van. Hank Lane walked up to him and shook his hand.

Hank Lane
You can have him take the stuff back out. We were running late due to some unforeseen problem. Let's get this show on.

The cameraman mumbled something about people being on time while he unloaded the stuff he had just put into the van. When he was finished setting up he gave the thumbs up and Steve Sayors began to speak.

Steve Sayors
Hello XWF fans. This is Steve Sayors here with none other that Hank 'Thunder' Lane and his Manager, Angel Fyre. First off, Welcome back.

Hank Lane
Thank you, Steve. It's good to be back here in the XWF. I look forward to busting some heads open and winning some Gold.

Steve Sayors
As a matter of fact, The winner of this match will receive a future shot at the X-Treme Championship. It won't be easy though. You will be facing some tough competition with Hunter Payne, Morbid Angel, Mr. Radio and the rest all vying for that shot.

Hank Lane
Let me put it to you like this. I don't care how tough it's going to be. Nothing ever comes easy for me anyway and that's just how I like it. Let's look at the competitors shall we. First off, Morbid Angel. This guy is big and powerful but strictly one dimensional. He doesn't have the quickness or the agility to hang with someone like me. Besides, Take out his right leg and his power would do him no good.

Steve Sayors
Okay, On to the next one. What about Hunter Payne?

Hank Lane
What can I say about Hunter? The guy is one of the few so called 'fan favorites' that I have a little respect for. The guy is quick and has the resiliency to withstand a lot of punishment. His only weaknesses are worrying about the stupid fans and what they think about him and of course his Manager and squeeze, Joy. Hell I could care less what the fans think about me. That means I can go out there and do whatever the hell I have to do to win the match. You see, Being Hispanic he has a wild temper that can get the best of him at times. All I have to do is get him good and pissed and the sucker will lose it.

Steve Sayors
So you say, What about Mr. Radio and the rest?

Hank Lane
Mr. Radio? What an intimidating name. Seriously though, The guy can be tough when he wants to be. It's just too bad he doesn't have the size to hang with the big boys. Tri Bute, Hell hit him with a few well placed jabs and knock his ass out. Then the freak from the future will be history. Who else is there? Oh yes, Wyatt Reynolds. The guy is pretty smart and can be tricky in the ring. He lacks the stamina to survive a tough battle and can be worn down by larger opponents like myself. Then we have Shocker, Sounds electrifying doesn't he. The one here that I don't know a whole lot about. I'm sure he's a tough guy. You have to be just to be in the XWF. It doesn't matter though because I will fight him just like anyone else. If he crosses my path then he will just go down like the rest. I'm on a mission here and nothing is going to stop me from achieving what I set out to do. I don't care who I have to go through or who I have to beat down. Just think how this great body would look with Gold around my waist. All I can say to the rest is this. Come get some bitches!

Steve Sayors
There you have it folks. Straight from Hank 'Thunder' Lane. be sure to get your tickets soon because they are going fast. See you all at ringside.

The cameraman turns the camera off and begins loading everything into the van. Suddenly a shot rings out and the four of them hit the ground. The sound of tires squealing can be heard as the screen goes black.

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