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Hey, SK's WHF inspired me to make m own. Kind of a DC to his Marvel. I would really love feedback, and If I get positive feedback, I'll continue with these. If I get unpositive...well...I'll cry. lol

 

Tony

 

 

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21 years is a long time.

 

Too bad nothing ever changes.

 

In his silent recluse in the forest, Ric Flair looked at the photos.  And remembered.  He had once believed that he could make a difference.  He had believed that truth, justice, and the American way would conquer all.

 

Too bad the American way had nothing to do with Justice or Truth.

 

But, Flair always liked remembering the good times.  Back in 60’s and 70’s, Flair had been a keeper of the peace.  When communism and all that was evil threatened his country, Flair and his team would ride into battle.  Four horsemen against Armageddon, the newspapers said.  The Nature Boy, The Amazing Tumbleweed, The Enforcer, and The Pied Piper.

 

Good times all right.

 

But, as does the seasons change and the leaves fall, good times come to an end.  Flair and his boys were out.  People stopped caring about America and started caring about themselves.  They started listening to this guru of sorts, this Terry Hogan.  People started listening to him, started wanting to be like him.  He was like a weed, infecting all that there was and causing there minds to be cluttered.  He just started popping up everywhere-including the White House.  In early 1981, President Thesz relinquished control of his Presidentry, after two terms in office.  Thesz was a lot like Flair. Personal friend of his too, at that. Pres. Thesz’s last words to the people of the United States where ”Times are changing too fast for me.  And I don’t like how they are changing.”  And with that, he left, going to Minnesota, never to be in the public eye again. Flair kind of liked that speech.

 

And with Thesz gone, and Hogan in, Flair knew his days where numbered.

 

And like a tree struck by lightening, it was all over.

 

“The past is the past, Naitch.”

 

Flair broke from his trance and looked up from his photographs.  Standing in his doorway was a bear of a man, who had once been known for his great strength.  Now he was known for merely being a government pen pusher.

 

“Jeez Arn, how long has it been?”

 

“Too long Naitch.  It’s kind of hard to find a man who lives in the middle of nowhere.  Not a soul for miles.”

 

“Oh there are souls out here.  Flowers, trees, they all have souls.  Probably more souls here than there are in Washington.”

 

“Things have changed Ric.  Hogan and Bischoff are out, as is all their programs.  Things have changed since…well things have just changed Naitch.  And one of those changes concerns you.”

 

“What, are they gonna take away my forest now?”

 

“No…not that Ric.  They want us back.  They want to bring back the Freedom League of America.”

 

“The FLA……”

 

For once in his life, The Nature Boy was utterly speechless.

 

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The masked man jumped from building to building with no amount of ease.  It was almost as if he was more comfortable in the air than on the ground.

 

Which was quite true, thought the mysterious Blitzkrieg.

 

Gliding from building to building, the young man noticed a   drug deal going down.  Junk was being bought and sold for in his territory?  I don’t think so.

 

The masked vigilante suddenly jumped crazily towards the dealers, who were about 70 feet.  Down.

 

This didn’t worry Blitzkrieg though.  Like they said, he was more adept in the air than on ground.  In the air, he didn’t have to worry about being in his neighborhood.  Or being the man who truly is.

 

Suddenly he broke from his thoughts as he kicked one of the dealers in the face, at the same time throwing his staff at the other man.  Blitzkrieg landed gracefully onto the ground, and surveyed the scene.  The two men where of no threat, having taken the blows with full force.  They looked fat too…they should start working out.  Blitzkrieg opened up one of the suitcases.

 

“Whoa…this would have made you pretty rich huh?  Too bad you did it in my territory…  I don’t let junk in my neiborhood boys.  Too bad you found that out the hard way.”

 

Blitzkrieg closed the suitcase.  A few minutes later, the suitcase and the two men where tied together, with the NYPD on their way.  They would be out in a week, but at least they knew never to come back into my home.  Never again.

 

Blitzkrieg then leaped into the air, and jumped up and onto a building.  The leaping superhero made his way, suitcase in hand, to a place that truly deserved the money.  A Boys and Girls club.

 

This is what it’s about, thought Blitzkrieg, giving back to those who deserve it.

 

Under his mask, the young vigilante smiled.

 

 

Unknown to the masked superhero, eyes were on him.  Feral eyes.  The kind of eyes that make a man fear for his life.  Because these were the eyes of a hunter.

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Washington D.C. is still dirty, still stained thought Ric Flair, as his car drove up and down the roads of our Nation’s capital. They were on their way to fix this though. Maybe the Nature Boy would see his nation get over the Hogan fiasco after all. Maybe he was wrong about his doubts. Or maybe he was a senile old man. Either way, he was going to step into the old HQ, and bring back the good guys. The Freedom League Of America. After World War 2, Allied Countries set up Freedom Leagues to keep countries safe. Today only two Freedom Leagues were left: Freedom League Of England and Freedom League of Canada. All the other Leagues dissolved after the war. Because of the national budget. Good times all right.

 

The car turned into a parking lot and came to a halt. Ric Flair and Arn Anderson stepped out, and walked back to a place they once called home.

 

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“Mr. Flair, please have a seat”

 

A scrawny, runt of a man motioned for him to sit down in a chair. The man, Arn, and Flair were in the conference room of FLA headquarters. Flair took a seat while Arn remained standing.

 

“Mr. Flair, my name is Vince Russo. The government put me here to help you out. Naturally, you have some experience in this field, but some things have changed.”

 

“Change? What kind of change?”

 

“Don’t worry Naitch, basically, we aren’t a branch of the military anymore. In fact, on the books, we aren’t even with the goverment.”

 

“What! Why?”

 

“Mr. Flair, the FLA has a bad image since……the incident…… and we think by keeping the FLA and the government separate, on the public stage. We feel, it’s best to act apart from each other.”

 

“So…we are protecting our nation but they don’t want the people to know that we are with the government?”

 

The runt of a man nodded yes.

 

“Naitch, listen, I know it’s odd, but we don’t have much choice. Russo, can we skip the business for now and worry about assembling a team?”

 

“Uh…yeah…sure.”

 

At this Ric Flair got back into his leader role.

 

“Okay, who do we feel is eligible for the FLA?”  

 

Arn Anderson tossed Ric Flair some dossiers.

 

“These are our boys? Intresting…”

 

 

 

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The End

Until next time....

Tony

[Guest CoreyLazarus416]

I like it...if I wasn't tied up with being in 2 bands, making a zombie movie, schoolwork, and writing a review for "Best of BYW," I'd offer my services...which would most definitely be turned down, because I SUCK at life.

[Guest]

Well, I guess this means it would be oversaturation if I ever finished developing an idea for "The W-men" and subjected y'all to that.  

 

Part of the appeal for Scott Keith's series for me is how he works in interesting parallels between the comic characters and the actual wrestlers that set up some of his usual barbs.  "Only one man could suck the heat out of a building that quickly:  Ice-Pac."  For example.

 

That's what gets me reading Keith's.  You might not want to do the same thing though, as it would be the emulation of another person's style rather than your own.

 

If it's fun, keep going with it.  But remember to have fun with it.  Don't get too wrapped up in trying to create comic book drama...go ahead and get silly.  This is wrestling, after all...

[Guest]

I know, I tried to be as entertaining as SK's but at the same time not just be an rehas of what he wrote. I actually am having lotsa fun with hit, and there will be more comedy to come. Especially the next story, where Hogan will be more fleshed out. Thanks for the feedback, good or bad, feedback is better than none.

 

S.T.J.