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Date Posted: 21:18:13 03/07/99 Sun
Author: "Leatherneck" Lance Hawkins
Subject: Tucumcari, or not Tucumcari.... that is the question

The sun is setting over the hills of northern New Mexico. "Leatherneck" Lance Hawkins' Jeep Wrangler is running on empty. Hawkins pulls the jeep off the interstate and into a gas station.

Leatherneck: Looks like I'll have to settle for Tucumcari.

With a frustrated look on his face, Hawkins pumps the gas into his jeep.

Leatherneck: Words has it I'm facing "The Fudgepacker" at the Supercard. Good thing. You never want to turn your back on a guy like that, if you catch my drift.

Hawkins holds back a laugh, almost spilling the 87-octane on the pavement.

Leatherneck: I'm not going to sit here and pretend to know what the hell to expect in New York. Never been there, never wanted to. My wrestling experience is limited to a series of houseshows in San Diego. And my experience with homosexuals? I guess you could say I'm a Private in that department.

Leatherneck removes the nozzle from the gas tank and strolls to the gas attendant.

Leatherneck: What I do know is this: I get paid to win wars. I don't lose. As far as I'm considered, we would've whooped as in 'Nam if I wasn't still an itch in my daddy's pants. If my war is in New York City, then by God I'm gonna win the damned thing.

Leatherneck hands the attendant a $20 bill and awaits the change.

Leatherneck: First thing's first, though. The U-S of A didn't beat the stuffin' out of Saddam by looking ahead to World War III. They kicked his ass, took his name, and kept movin'. Fin, I'm taking down your name. Nothin' personal, but this is war.

Leatherneck climbs back in his jeep and looks over the town for a motel.

Leatherneck: What the hell are you still doing here, numbnuts? Dismissed!

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