R o l e p l a y T i t l e: Better than Oprah
P e o p l e M e n t i o n e d: Jake Rainwater
N e x t M a t c h: ...vs. TBD
C a r e e r C h a m p i o n s h i p s:  AWA World Tag Team Champions(current), iiW World Tag Team Championships, nWW Wotld Tag Team Championships, WWC World Tag Team Championships,TIW World Tag Team Championships

Authors Note: Staying active and keeping busy. 

The Global Wrestling Coalition is in full effect and charging forward Global Warming and the one year anniversary pay-per-view extravaganza that will see some great talent showcased and most importantly the crowning of the first ever Coalition Cup winner.  And one of the fastest rising stars in the GWC right now is newcomer Jake Rainwater as he's quickly capturing the hearts and minds of all the GWC fans after his strong showing in the Capture the Flag match and his victory this past Wednesday night in the new bloood showcase match up. He's rollin' but he's not rollin' in style and we can't have the fastest rising new star in GWC not rollin' in style. And because he's American Made, because he's everyone's favorite fresh face, the underdog of all underdogs, a firey competitor, and a seemingly all around nice guy. So The Hustlers being the all around nice guys that they are decided to hook a brother up and this is what happened. 

Portland, Oregon is the place. A very nice summers day in the pacific northwest, and we find ourselves outside of Jack Rainwater's crib and out front we see this beat up, old, and busted monstrocity of a 90s compact car:


She ain't a beaut by any stretch of the imagination but she's Elenor and she's reliable and sometimes just being there and being able to be depended on counts for something. And good ole' Jake Rainwater, American Made, rising star in professional wrestling, and one of the hottest commodies in the Global Wrestling Coalition is rollin' around in "ole faithful" right here. And for someone who's gaining a following more and more by the day. Someone who's getting some fame and soon enough fortune for working in one of the most visible wrestling promotions there is. You can't roll like you're still in high school, flippin' burgers at Mickey D's and hopin' Mary Jane Miller, or whoever the hell the hottest chick in your senior class was at the time will stomach your shitbox of a ride if she accepts your offer to take her Prom Queen ass to the big dance. No, no, no, no you gotta come correct. You gotta roll in style. And that's why the two battest men on the planet, the two coolest cats in the room. You want to be 'em and the hunnies want to be with 'em The Hustlers are here to go bigger and bettet than Oprah and hook our boy Jake Rainwater up. 

Out of the blue two vintage vehicles roll up. They are very impressive without a shadow of a doubt.  In the vintage muscle car as we get a closer look is Big Daddy and he rolls into Jake's drive way. And parks the beaut that upon inspection is a vintage 1960s model of a pontiac GTO: 


 Then in the other ride Shawn William rolls up in a souped up and restored beautiful version of a 1939 Studebaker and he parts right beside Big Daddy in the drive way and side by side are these two collectors items of cars.

Just look at them. Amazing pieces of vintage American Muscle from back in the day when if you were driving, you were driving America. Not these plastic mass producted, outsourced plastic pieces of crap rolling down the highways and byways no sir. But these sturdy, trusted, glorious metal machines that got you to point a to point b in style and turned everyones heads. You just weren't anybody if you weren't rollin' in these badboys. 

Shawn & Big Daddy finally speak up after giving each other some dap.

Big Daddy: Silm, I think we've outdone ourselves this time. Seriously it cain't get no better than this, I bet ole' Jakey boy is going to flip a lip when he sees these bad boys we're hookin' him up with.

Shawn gets a shifty eyed look on his face as he speaks up.

Shawn Williams: Ya know who's gonna flip a lip, blow a gasket, loooose their shit, ah, Kyra, she's gon' kill me dude, I spent, eighty-five large on this Studebaker man. Shiiiit, we don't even knoooooooow this guy and we're ballin' outta control like the old days. We gonna be in sooooooo much trooooooooooublllllllle. 

Shawn straights to freak out and get all fidgity. Big Daddy slaps the hell outta him. Shawn grabs his face stumbles back. Big Daddy looks him deep in the eyes after grabbing both his shoulders.

Big Daddy: Snap outta it. We made that money. We hustled, we balled out, we stacked the paper sky high mayne. Get it together bro, we're doin' a good deed. Shit, Oprah ain't got nothin' on The Hustlers. 

Shawn looks up at Big Daddy with a smirk. A sparkle in his eyes. 

Shawn Williams:  We're gonna Oprah the shit out Jake today. We're gonna out Oprah, Oprah. 

Big Daddy nods his head. 

Shawn Williams: The Hustlers, great tag team, great wrestlers, even greater humanitarians. 

Shawn lights up as he clenches his fists and says "yes, yes, yes", and quickly goes to Jake's front door and rings the doorbell.  No one answers, Shawn rings it again, again nothing, Shawn rings it several times in a row, and finally you hear a "I'm coming, I'm coming" and  Shawn snickers.

Shawn Williams: Big shot already, lyin' the pipe to some ring rat hopin' to ride the gravey train... 

Big Daddy finally stands next to hiis partner and crime and slaps SHawn in the back of the head for that comment. Finally the frontdoor opens and there is Jake, fully clothes, no action. A confused look on his face.

Jake Rainwater: Um, what are you guys doing here?! I