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Date Posted: 17:09:54 03/16/03 Sun
Author: "Blitzkrieg" Brian Von Braun
Subject: Gotta love riding coach

A Greyhound bus barrels down I-90 through the great state of Montana, headed towards Juno, the wrestling mecca of the United States. Stars have come and gone through the years of the RWF's existence, and one such future star is on his way. Sitting next to a wretched slug of a man is Brian Von Braun. It's almost like one of those before and after pictures in an infomercial selling some useless workout contraption. As the fat man stuffs his face with his third Big Mac, Brian attempts to eat a Powerbar, but loses his appetite when he looks over and sees the "special sauce" dribbling down the man's chin. Feeling as though he might vomit, Brian looks around for another empty seat. He finds one next to a Middle Eastern man who seems content sitting by himself. Having no preconceived notions, Brian grabs his backpack and walks back to the empty seat. The man looks up at Brian as he approaches.

Brian: Excuse me sir, but do you mind if I sit here?

Man: Not at all. I could use someone to talk to.

Great!

Brian sits down and extends his hand towards the stranger

My name's Brian Von Braun.

shaking Brian's hand Abdul Al Zamir

So are you headed to Juno too?

Oh yes, I am going to a very large anti-war rally. What are you going there for?

I'm going to wrestle for the RWF. You ever heard of it?

Oh but of course! I followed the career of "Jihad" Johnny bin Laden very closely. I liked what he was turning into until they suddenly shut down. You seem like a nice young man. Why would you want to join a company as brutal as the RWF?

Well I applied to other companies, but the only one that expressed interest in me was the RWF. I guess they are in dire need of talent. Up until now, all I've done is wrestle in an independent fed in my hometown.

Are you any good?

I'd like to think so. I was champion of the IWF for over a year. I've studied wrestling styles from all over the world since I was a kid. All I've ever wanted to do is wrestle.

That's good. It's nice to meet an American youth that has goals other than sitting around and intoxicating himself.

Brian smiles before looking to the floor and noticing a metal briefcase at the feet of Abdul. His smile turns to a look of concern.

That's an interesting briefcase you have there Abdul.

You like it? It was given to me by my father, and it has served me well.

I may be prying, but can I ask what you'd carry in a case like that?

Oh it is a very BIG surprise for the protestors. I believe it will make quite an impact!

Brian's forehead begins to perspire as the possibility of the contents being a bomb enter his mind. He looks Abdul in the eyes, and gets a chuckle in return.

Silly child, we aren't all terrorists. would you like to see what's inside?

Um... Sure?

Abdul opens the briefcase and pulls out a large sheet of cloth. He slowly unfolds it, finally revealing a poster of George W. Bush with an oil mustache and a caption reading, "Got Oil?"

You're right, that should make a huge impact on the protestors.

The bus comes to a halt at the Juno bus station as Abdul stuffs the sign back into his briefcase. The passengers begin filing out as Brian shakes hands with Abdul one last time.

Good luck to you in the RWF Mr. Von Braun. I hope that your career is prosperous, and I will be cheering for you when I watch.

Thank you Abdul. It was a pleasure meeting someone who also breaks a stereotype. May peace follow you wherever you go.

Brian grabs his backpack and exits the bus after everyone else. He looks around at the run-down city of Juno, not quite understanding what he's gotten himself into. He picks up his luggage and spots a sign that says RWF Arena, with an arrow pointing the way. With a smile on his face and high hopes in his spirit, Brian begins walking towards the arena...into a future uncertain.

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