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Date Posted: 11:22:42 03/07/99 Sun
Author: "Leatherneck" Lance Hawkins
Subject: Gettin' my kicks on Route 66

Interstate-8... Somewhere between California and Arizona. "Leatherneck" Lance Hawkins is speeding along in his Jeep Wrangler.

He's wearing a white t-shirt, covered by a camouflage jacket, with cami-pants and a black baseball cap. In the back of the jeep, a green military-issue sack sits, packed with enough clothes and supplies for a week.

Leatherneck: Nice... a one-week-friggin'-long trip to NYC. This BTW gig is looking worse and worse by the minute. I beat up two Privates who think I can't wrestle... I slam a police officer for giving me a ticket... I end up driving cross-country to some God-foresaken wrestling tournament... and, to make matters worse, some stupidass kid mistakes me for "Stone Cold" Stan Austin, or whatever the hell his name is. Jeezus-friggin'-Chripes, I can't believe this horsesh*t.

"Leatherneck" lays on the gas, now doing 90 on the interstate.

Leatherneck: If I'm lucky, I'll make it to Tucumcari by nightfall. What I wouldn't give to sleep on my rack in Pendleton right about now.

The AM radio switches from some unidentifiable Spanish Station to English Talkradio.

Announcer: Welcome back to "WrestleTalk" on KAMJ-Radio Yuma, Arizona. Today's topic, Jimmy Jailbird's new brainchild, the "BTW." Is there enough room for wrestling with the WWFW and NEW pulling all the ratings? Frank, line two, you're on the air. Go ahead.

Frank: The BTW is a joke. An openly gay wrestler? A court jester? An army guy? I mean, come on. I don't see any Destructo's or Heartbreak Meyers' in this fed. It'll fold before it even gets started.

Announcer: Good point. Lance, calling from a cell phone, line one, you're up.

Leatherneck: (on his cell) What in the hell is that jagoff Frank talkin' about? Frank, you're the damned joke, calling a wrestling talkshow in the middle of the friggin' afternoon. Don't people in Yuma, Arizona have anything better to do than call this sorry-ass show?

Announcer: Good point. Janine, line--

Leatherneck: Wait just a damned second, boy. I'm not done. I'm a wrestler in the BTW and I can tell you this: the names "Destructo" and "Heartbreak Meyers" will be long-forgotten once this train starts rollin'. Do you hear me?... I said, "Do you hear me?"

Announcer: Yes, sir.

Leatherneck: I can't hear you!

Announcer: Yes, sir!

Leatherneck: Dismissed.

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