-=- The setting is a level of a parking garage filled with expensive, exotic cars. There's a row on the left, a row on the right, and a lane in the middle. At the far end of the lane, there's an elevator. The indicator above the elevator is counting down -=-
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Ding!
-=- The elevator doors slide open. Nomad and Chandler step out. Nomad is wearing black jeans, black combat boots, and a blood red t-shirt. Chandler is wearing khaki cargo pants, black combat boots, and a black t-shirt. They're laughing and already engaged in conversation -=-
NoMaD: Shut the fuck up, man. Stop blaming that damn red light, I beat you 'cause I'm a better driver!!!
Chandler: Bullshit! You've got a heavy foot and no finesse!
NoMaD: No, YOU have no sense of awareness! You have tunnel vision behind the wheel!!!
Chandler: Whatever, man. You were racing me in a one-million dollar car, I was driving a WRX!
NoMaD: I've beat you in my '88 CRX, bitch. Stop making excuses.
Chandler: Right now, asshole! Right now!!!
NoMaD: In what, I picked you up at the airport so we could chill in my penthouse!!!
Chandler: Let me borrow a car, man!
NoMaD: Why should I, I beat you in a totally fair race!!!
Chandler: Alright. Here's the deal: I beat you, I get to HAVE one of your cars. MY CHOICE. If you win, I...I dunno.
NoMaD: You wash all my cars twice a month for a year!!!
Chandler: HA! YOU'RE ON!!!
NoMaD: Take your pick, man, take your pick.
-=- Chandler looks around at Nomad's extensive collection of automobiles. An '88 Honda CRX Si, a '98 Toyota Supra twin turbo, a '95 Toyota MR-2, a '97 Nissan Skyline, a '94 Mazda RX-7, a 2002 Ferrari F360 Modena, a '98 Subaru Impreza, and a Mercedes-Benz SL500 Silver Arrow edition, just to name a few. All of the cars are jet black inside and out, dropped down on chrome rims as big as the enlarged wheel wells will allow. Chandler walks up and down the rows, looking them over. Finally he stands next to the '95 Toyota MR-2 and grins -=-
Chandler: I'll take the Mister Two.
NoMaD: Not a bad choice. But it just goes to show, you don't see the hidden potential. The keys are in the car.
-=- With that, Nomad walks over to the '97 Nissan Skyline and climbs inside through the passenger's side door. Chandler does a double-take before he remembers that the Japanese Skyline is a right-hand-drive car. Both of the cars, as well as the rest in the garage, are fully equipped with aftermarket modifications. Intercoolers, turbos, headers, exhausts, suspension....the works. Nomad and Chandler start up the cars, and roll out of the garages -=-
T I M E P A S S E S
-=- The whine of two turbos mixed with the low throaty growl of two custom exhausts rapidly approaches. The MR-2 and Skyline are side-by-side and going all-out. The light weight of the MR-2 and the all wheel drive of the Skyline are balancing out better than either driver expected. As they approach the garage entrance, a trashcan rolls into the road. Nomad cranks up the emergency brake and slides hard to the right, across Chandler's lane. Chandler effortlessly dodges him, and navigates the MR-2 into the garage at a screaming 80 mph. Nomad's Skyline powerslides into a curb, jumps it, and slams full-on side-first into a brick-fascia warehouse-type building. The car drops down onto the ground, a shell of its former self. Chandler gets out of the MR-2 and walks back out onto the road. Nomad opens the door and gets out -=-
NoMaD: FUCK! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!
Chandler: Ha. Chill, dude. Money is no object, just get a new one. And replace whatever car I take, of course.
NoMaD: The money isn't the issue, damnit! Do you know what a pain in the ass it is to import one of these?!?!?! Not to mention the garage time!!!!!!
Chandler: So....I'll take the Supra. Ha ha ha....
NoMaD: You would, you ass. Whatever. Douchebag.
Chandler: Man, it's just a little friendly competition. Kinda' like this Tuesday against TNT and Arthryn, right?
NoMaD: Yeah, I guess. See who can kick more ass?
Chandler: Damn right! Maybe we can each pick a man. Like I'll take Arthryn, and you can take TNT, and whoever hospitalizes his chosen opponent the longest wins!
NoMaD: Ha!!! Sounds like a plan. If I win, though, I want my Supra back. That thing is evil on wheels.
Chandler: I know, s'why I took it!
NoMaD: You won't have it for long, though. I'm gonna' ANNIHILATE those losers on Heat.
Chandler: I dunno, man. We're after the new guys, but we're up against two veterans. Two members of the oldskool.
NoMaD: TNT got in my face a while back, and I warned him: He's not on our hitlist, but that can change. Well guess what? It changed. He wants to get in our business, fine. We'll just have to REMOVE him from our business. Simple as that.
Chandler: Damn straight. We're two of the greatest of all time, let alone in the EWA. Together, we're unstoppable. No question. And Tuesday, I think we should make ANOTHER point.
NoMaD: What's that?
Chandler: We're here to eliminate the oldskool. But unlike my driving, we don't have tunnel vision. ANY threat to our mission, ANY person who tries to stop us, will get the same treatment. Truly, no one is safe. The EWA is being cleaned, top to bottom, by the Exterminators.
NoMaD: Vermin beware?
Chandler: Vermin beware.
NoMaD: I guess that makes TNT and Arthryn your common household pests?
Chandler: No, they're not common.
NoMaD: They're much worse.
Chandler: Ha ha ha....yup.
NoMaD: More importantly, we're much better. And on Heat, we're gonna' prove it. Those EWA World Tag Team Championship Titles are ours, and no second-rate midcard fossils are gonna' stop us. Now help me get this thing into the garage before the cops show up, I don't want them sniffing around any more than they are already. I'll throw it in neutral, you push.
Chandler: Alright, alright. Then you can sign over that Supra.
NoMaD: Prick.
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