"aw shit" bobby zi stated

"what? whats the problem?" the client inquired ,trying to see out of small back windscreen

The problem as the client so optly put it,appeared to be a night black helicopter.it was appraoching fast ,and coming in low.there wasnt doubt in zi's mind that target was the silver sports car..

as it drew closer,zi swore again.he could see that the side hatch was open,and a man with a large caliber mounted machine gun was beginning to draw a bead on them..

"I've been in some seriously tough spots before,but for the life of me,i cant remember any that beat this one right now.."

zi jerked the wheel of the car hard to the left.the "murcielago" jerking,out of he line of bullets that fired upon the silver sports car.lead slammed into the baked blacktop of the desert freeway.particles danced into the air above the road surface.pieces hitting the side of hte lamborghini..

"I mean i've been wrestling for quite some time now,and i dont remember having to defend against a machine-gun wielding helicopter in the ring.its times like this when i serious have to wonder,'why the fuck do i keep this espionage shit up ?i could lie and tell myself that its the money, well maybe its not ALL a lie,but i could live quite well off of my XWf pay.i guess i have to admit to myself that wrestling isnt the challenge it once was.."

bobby zi increased the speed of the car,shifting into the sixth gear.the engine roared within as if it was a beast,trapped beneath the rear hood.sweat began to roll down his brow,and he adjusted the rearview mirror to angle upwards as far as he could,to get a better view of the copter,miraculously,the black shrouded aircraft kept pace..

"well,not when i'm facing standard goons and schizos like mastermind ,i have to ask myself,what is the thrill? I've kicked this guys ass at that ppv even though peter has won it and he was easy not that he he have a skill ,or talent to compet the top level ,i feel almostbad going to this match.almost i'll get over it as the immidiate enjoyment of pummeling mastermind face into the canvas of the mat ,he need a refresher coures in "ZI respect 101" and i am going to be his instructor.."

The desert sped by at speeds of over one hundred and twenty.zi had hoped that the car would be able to lose the helicopter by shed speed alone,but he realizes that this wouldnt be the case..

"I cant figure out why a fucking idiot like mastermind keeps getting his hands on the the belts aroung here. for god's sake ,do the others in the fed really suck THAT bad? every time i come back to continue my contract, i see "masterbate" with some sort of belt.its almost sad .really,because everytime i come back, masty doesnt keep the belts for very long..you know it takes talent to get to the top but it takes even more to stay there. me? well,i've never had that problem.once i hit the top,there is nothing i could do to leave it, *sighs* isnt life tough?"

the helicopter began to angle again,allowing the gunner to have a clear view of them, "hang the fuck on" zi commanded as he jerked the wheel again .tires screeched in protest against the macadam,and the sports car managed to miss being hit by a full hail of bullets. the engine compartment in the rear had been augmented by the finn,and the bullets that hit the car met with an unyielding wall of reinforced ceramic plating, however,the design had been intended for protection from the gunfire by ground vehicles.those particularly behind the lamborghini.bobby now wished that he had thought of everything..

zi looked out across the dust covered plain to the left.he spotted something that gave him an idea,but he hoped that he'd have enough time to try it.even though taking the car off the road surface would hinder their forward speed,he had to try it..

Another twist of the wheel,and the silver 'murcielgo' dove into the desert terrain that surrounded the lonely freeway .zi pressed the pedal as hard as he could to the floor,as he prayed that he wouldnt run them head first into the ravine or break an axle on the rough ground.dust spit from under the wheels,and rose into the air,causing the helicopter to pull to the side in its heavy pursuit...


"see,even tho in that boring promo he released,he talk about how lifes hard for him when he was a teen,...well, thats too bad but who would give a fuck? he should have guessed that am laughing on his promo and not just only me but the whole universe,who would give a fuck he is that little guy that he claimed to be ,... i mean dont get me wrong.the fans are good people,and i'm glad that they like and appreciate our work ,but frankly ,even if they hated us,we'll still be in the game ,doing what we do ,day in and day out..the fact that benifits him to get him a cheap love i guess,well thats perk!..."

another onslaught from the machine gun.this time bullets ripped into the cab of the car,through the roof and out through the floor.wind passing over and the bullet holes,and whistled loudly

"shit,shit" the client cried

zi ignored the frightened occupant,and steeled himself for what he wa about to try.the client looked up from looking at the holes in time to realizethat they were driving straight for a wall of rock sticking up out of the desert,raising at least 40 feet into the air,and continuing for about a mile in each direction,he looked at bobby,who showed no sign of stooping..

"you're going to fuckin kill us"

"we dont have any alternatives" zi stated dryly. he looked again at the helicopter in the mirror ,and hardened his resolve...

zi pulled the hand break,and whipped the wheel hard to the side.the momentum of the car continued high speed donut.the dust whirled around the car,and in seconds,kicked up in a twentyfoot swathe. though zi couldnt see through the dust,he knew that this was their only chance.he hoped that his luck would be in effect..

Above them the pilot tried to position the helicopter again for another barrege from his partners machine gun.nut the dust that the car kicked up,as it did its insane spin below,quickly overtook that cockpit view.dust began to whipthrough the open side door,wrapping around the man with the gun,and rushingto eclipse the vision of the pilot from the inside as well as the out.he knew,too late,that he was going to die as he heard the wrenching sound of the metal blades above,bite into the side of the cliff. his scream lasted only a few seconds more as the helicopter,pulled itself into the shear rock face of the cliff.it exploded in a glorious pyre,and fell leadenly to the desert floor..

"whoooooooooo,chalk up another bobby zi victory,pour the champange and get the party started..."

Abovr thirty feet away,zi brought the car to a halt,and glanced back at the burning helicopter that had tried so hard to take their lives. he looked at the client,whos face had turned pale .the man cluched his briefcase tightly to his chest..

"Are you hurt" zi asked.the man ,shaken,looked down at himself ,and slowly loosned his grip on the case.zi's heart sunk when he saw the crimson blossom of blood on the mans chest.the client, touched it as if curious,then coughed.more blood from the mouth the client was a goner.

"I'm,i'm dead" the man said.he reached his hand to the pocket , and withdrew a small set of keys.he unlocked the handcuff that attached him to the handle of the case,then before zi could react,slapped the cuff into zi's wrist.even as bobby grabbed for the keys,the man popped them into his mouth and swallowed them..

"what the fuck are you doing" zi claimed angirly .the answer already known inside deep inside..

"you've been paid to get this case to the hanger,and with or without me,that is what you're doing to do" spoken with his last breath,the client died...

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck" zi yelled in the tight confines of the murcielagos interior.hesitating just long enough to clean the film of dust from the windshield,bobby droved off towards the freeway they had once left.as the car drove off,the helicopter exploded for the last time as fuel tank ignited....

Former 2× X-treme ChampIon