John's business up this here way dealt with a new, outta place sixth occupant. There was so much wood and land up here, a whole civilization could be hiding out and no one would know it. He wasn't even sure if the town had a name but he'd been told only five people lived there at any one time, though it wouldn't do him any good to go looking for any of them. had pretty much accustomed him to horrible weather conditions, so where the normal person would only have gone 30 or so, John gunned it. Driving 70 mph along some winding snow slush road to a cabin on the edge of the Minnesota and Canadian border. Six phone calls including several favors and one or two threats led John to where he was now. It's not even funny how far from promised the reality of the situation turned out to be. After he'd caught back up with the family and enjoyed some down time to himself.

That he would keep the rookies in line and keep the coveted WWE championship around his waist until John was ready to come back and reclaim his title. He'd only been gone for a little while, three months to be exact, but in those three months all hell had broken loose.Īfter he'd said his good-bye back in November it was with a promise that his good buddy would hold down the fort. After writing TLC, this idea kind of wormed itself into my head and wouldn't shut up but no it doesn't have anything to do with TLC. Seriously people, this is FICTION.Ī/N: So yeah, though I know I should totally be working on the next chapter for Bittersweet Hero and I am, I needed to take a little break. 'I think your a little too young to be going through some mid-life crisis, so what the hell is going on here, Randy?'ĭisclaimer: I own nothing and no harm is meant. Summary: 'Oh well that's nice to know that next time I visit you in Missouri, there's a chance I'll find your lifeless body.' John spat.

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