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Hank Lane · **01-03-2014, 03:16 PM**

He didn't give a shit, He was going to take care of the little fucker one way or another. He watched the promos that his opponent Frodo Smackins posted on the XWF website and it turned his stomach just as bad as the first time he saw them. Who in the hell did this little bitch think he was fucking with. He can try playing all the mind games and everything else all he wanted. It wasn't going to do him any good once Hank Lane got the little bitch in the ring. The freak was about to really piss him off and that wouldn't be a good thing for Frodo to do. Smackins was about to end up getting hurt worse than he had ever imagined. By the time that Thunder was done with him he will be wishing he had kept his fucking mouth shut! Hell, Thunder was even tempted to say the hell with waiting for the match and going right over to the mother fuckers house and drag his sorry ass right out into the street to make an example of him.

He stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. It was such a shitty day out that it fit his mood perfectly. The light drizzle coming down didn't bother him at all. He decided to go for a walk and try blowing off some steam. He sure wished that Smackins was here right now. Thunder would show him what some real pain felt like. He walked past the midnight oasis tavern and heard some shouting from inside. The next thing he knew someone was being tossed out the door and into the street.

Bouncer
And stay the fuck out of here, We don't want your type in this place. Find somewhere else you sick perverted bastard.

Thunder looked at the guy they threw out. He was kind of short with a buzz haircut. He even had the same ugly fucking bushy eyebrows as Frodo Smackins. Thunder even noticed he was wearing a Frodo is my hero t-shirt. This was more than he could take. Thunder picked the guy up and DDT'd him right there in the gutter he had been thrown into. Frodo was sure drawing all of the freaks out of hiding. The guy was worse than a damn cockroach.

He walked on down the street. He was just passing the local bank when someone came running out of it with a paper bag in his hands. The guy bumped into him and continued running without even saying excuse me. Thunder ran after the guy and tackled him to the ground. Thunder proceeded to hit the guy with lefts and rights until his face was a bloody pulp. Thunder grabbed the bag he had been holding and took it with him as he continued his walk. Some people just had no manners to speak of. Kind of like Frodo, The little bitch! He doubled back and kicked the guy as hard as he could between the legs and laughed as his screams of terror echoed out.

He walked a little further down the street past the drug store and the liquor store towards where a group of people were standing outside in front of the church. The Pastor was standing on the steps making a speech as Thunder approached.

Pastor
We must rid the world of these Sick, Twisted, Freaks. They are an abomination of our lord and savior. The XWF, With it's cast of characters has gone too far this time. I'm talking about the recent addition Frodo Smackins. The so called king of the dwarfs. He must be removed immediately. You there, In the back. Yes you. Come up here.

The Pastor had recognized him and called him forward. Thunder walked up to the top of the stairs where the Pastor was standing.

Pastor
You, Your Hank Lane. You are part of the problem. You must repent and redeem yourself. You have an upcoming match against Frodo. You must destroy him and rid us of his sick mind. Just the thought that this guy says he is from here makes us all sick to our stomachs. He is no more from here than the pope is. We should sue him for saying that he is from here.

Hank 'Thunder' Lane
Look, I have my own reasons for taking care of the little bastard.

Pastor
I ask you to please watch your language.

Hank 'Thunder' Lane
What? Fuck you! I will talk however the hell I want to talk and if you don't like it that's tough shit. Now, As I was saying. I have my own reasons for wanting him taken care of and I don't need any kind of incentive from you bible thumping freaks. Your almost as bad as he is, Almost. Now get the hell out of my way. I have better things to do than stand here wasting time with the likes of you.

The crowd parted like the great sea as he walked through them and made his way back to his hotel room. Surely they were done fumigating it by now. he would need to take care of a few things before further exploring the town.

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