Post by Night Rider on May 29, 2016 1:17:19 GMT -5
Beware of the evil that lurks around every corner.
Damn he felt good! He always loved it when things turned out just as he expected. He knew that his opponents would put up one hell of a fight and they didn't let him down. The only problem for them was it just wasn't enough. He looked at his watch. It was almost four already and he had to pick up Sandi at six. He had taken too long in the shower, but the hot water had felt so good on his aching muscles. It would have been different if he hadn't slept in so late. He had set the alarm for six to get a light workout in. He barely remembered throwing the alarm clock across the room. Then he proceeded to sleep until noon. Oh well, he still got his workout in.
It was nice being back home in Chicago. He had plans on taking Sandi to the Cubs game that evening. It turned out her family was from Chicago, though it was a part he would never be welcomed in. They were the upper echelon of society and wouldn't be bothered with a peon of his class. He really didn't give a fuck. They were nothing but snobs and even Sandi couldn't stand being around them. They sent her a check every month to help take care of her as long as she left them alone.
They had really become friends after getting to know each other and talking as much as they did. At first he was really sexually attracted to her but the more he got to know her it didn't even cross his mind. Besides, he still loved Denise too much to do that to her. It was just that he hadn't seen or heard from her in so long. Sometimes a person gets lonely. It was nice just having someone to spend time with and not worry about having to impress them.
He grabbed his keys and his jacket and headed out the front door. He had just gotten to his car when another vehicle pulled across his driveway blocking him in. Two burly men with big guns pointing right at him got out of the vehicle. Night Rider didn't move a muscle. If they were going to kill him they would have done it. They wanted something and he was going to find out what.
Detective Galen: Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers together. Make one false move and I will shoot you where you stand. Turn around.
He could hear as the officer approached him. He took his hands and had him cuffed in no time. He wasn't gentle in doing it either. Night Rider would have to kill him when he got out of this mess. First he had to find out what was going on.
Detective Galen: You're under arrest for the murder of Sandi Dahlman. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can't afford one then your ass is fucked. Do you understand these rights?
Night Rider: Sandi? Sandi is dead? I was just on my way to pick her up. We were going to the game. I didn't do this!
Detective Galen: Yeah, that's what they all say. Let's go.
The detective placed him in the back of the unmarked vehicle. Then the two of them climbed into the front. They took off down the road as a thousand thoughts ran through Night Rider's mind. Who had killed Sandi and who would want to set him up for it? Wait a minute! Something about this wasn't right. Wouldn't they just take him in for questioning first before arresting him? He would have an alibi either way because the cleaning lady saw him when he came in last night and he hadn't left until just now. Sandi was alive and well the last time he saw her.
They parked the vehicle after pulling into the carport. The two detective escorted Night Rider into the station where he was booked and placed into a holding cell. Where he sat, and he sat, and he sat. For what seemed like hours he sat there waiting and listening to the sounds of cell doors opening and closing.
Finally he heard the keys in his own cell door. A lieutenant in a white shirt stepped in and offered Night Rider his hand. Night Rider shook it as the guy began to speak.
Lieutenant Dobbs: Listen, I apologize for the way you were handled. Those two dimwits were supposed to just bring you in for questioning on the young woman, Sandi Dahlman's disappearance. We aren't even sure she is deceased yet and they arrest you for murder. There are no charges against you. I simply want to know when the last time you saw miss Dahlman was?
Night Rider: I saw her yesterday afternoon. We went for a picnic on the lake-front and then went out on the pier. I took her home at about Seven Thirty. Then I had a few drinks at the Cubby Bear before heading home about Eleven. Didn't leave again until your goonies grabbed me.
Lieutenant Dobbs: That's a good name for those two. Anyway, I will check out your story and get in touch with you if I need anything else. Once again, I apologize for the behavior of those two. They never listen. You're free to go. The officers here will escort you out and give you back any belongings they took.
The lieutenant walked off and two other officers escorted him out. He was given his property and sent out the door. Now he had to walk from Twenty Sixth and Pennsylvania all the way back north to Albany and School. He tried his cell phone to call for a cab but it was dead. Now it was starting to rain, just his luck.
It was over an hour later when he was finally able to hail a cab and get back home. He took off his wet clothes, hit the shower, and got dressed before heading out the door. What he needed was a good stiff drink or two, or three, who the hell knows. He got into his car and fired it up. Before long he was on the Dan Ryan heading north. He hit Round Lake in no time and headed for the Jukebox Saturday Night club. He knew a guy there and maybe he could get some answers for him.
The parking lot was packed so he found a nice place on the grass. He left his radio on as Ozzy was losing his mind on the crazy train. He took his hitter box out and packed a hitter before going inside. He needed a good buzz to get through tonight. He got out and walked to the front door. The doorman there knew him and let him pass without paying the cover charge. He could tell it was Saturday Night. The place was packed and the dance floor was more than overcrowded. He wouldn't be doing any damn dancing anyway.
He made his way to the bar in the back where it was a little quieter. After ordering a Jack and Coke he sat down at a nearby table that looked empty and waited. His thoughts began to turn to his upcoming match. It was going to be a true test going against Bad News Benson and Neforian. Neforian defeated C.J. Phoenix and Lucious Starr. Neither of whom are slouches. Bad News Benson overcame Dexter Zurlak and Tony Hurricane, who sort of fizzled out. He knew that they were good but just like Adam Young and Micky Saint found out, it won't be good enough.
Night Rider now had one simple goal in mind and that was to win the WCF Television Title. It was his chance to show everyone else that he was more than just a tag team specialist. He knew some of the other wrestlers out there thought that was all he was. They think that it was his tag team partners who did all the work and won the two championships. They forget that he was a former Paoples Champion also and he defended that belt with just as much ferocity as he did the others. Now they would see. Then the time would come for his plans to be set in motion. Oh he had plans, big plans.
One by one they were going to learn to respect him for what he can do inside that squared circle. There were not many who gave it everything they had like he did. He had seen them come and go, the ones who give just enough to get by and then move on to the next spot. they were the ones only out for a buck and not worried about winning titles. That was one thing about him. It didn't matter who he faced or what type of match it was. He approached each one the same way. His opponents were the enemy and had to be disposed of by any means possible. Bottom line!
He knew you didn't get anywhere in this business without a little bit of hard work. Hell, he had bled and sweat for this sport for as long as he could remember. This was all he knew, it was his life! He would be damned if he let someone get in the way of his livelihood. Of the two Neforian was going to be the toughest. he kind of like the guy. He was into classical music which Night Rider didn't mind enjoying now and then. The guy didn't give a shit about the rules and did his own thing. Just like Night Rider! It would be a good battle against him.
Not that he was selling Bad News Benson short either. Benson was another one who was as tough as they come. yeah, they were good but being good just wasn't going to cut it because he was going to be dynamite! He was more than ready to take whatever they had to dish out. He just wondered if they were prepared for the challenge ahead of them. Did they know the danger they were in? At any time he could just snap and decide to take one of them out. He could do it and make it look like an accident. No one would even know. Were they prepared for that?
Hank Lane: Night Rider! I thought I saw you come in. I had to finish up with some hottie I picked up. Man you should see the rack on her.
Night Rider: Any other time man. Right now I have some big trouble. I need you to do some checking for me and see what you can find out.
Hank Lane: Now that you mention it. There was something. Oh yeah, some high up people were being pressed for some serious dough. The guy is some big wig. There was talk of taking his kid and asking for a ransom. Not sure just who was doing the job.
Night Rider: Any wild guesses on who would need the dough?
Hank Lane: There is a new dealer that moved to the area. He has connections in Columbia and was looking for something to set up a front business.
Night Rider: Why not just go to the Colombians for it?
Hank Lane: Maybe they wanted him to get it on his own. he is moving into a new area and needs to make a show of force somehow. I think whoever he took is not going to make it out alive even if the money is paid. You know how nasty the Colombians like it. what does this have to do with you?
Night Rider began to go over the events of the day and how he had met Sandi. When he finished Hank could just whistle and stare at him for a minute. Finally he took a drink from his bottle and shook his head.
Hank Lane: It doesn't look good for Sandi if she's the one. She may even be dead already. This guy, Don Curracci that is his name. He's a real bad dude. He's about as nuts as they come. Word is he's on the lamb from New York and changed his identity. Who knows? You better watch your ass with him. Let me check around a little bit and I'll see what I can find out. By the way, what are you doing for fun these days?
Night Rider: I need that info as quick as possible. I'm wrestling for Wrestling Championship Federation. Hell, it's probably where I will die, they'll just bury me under one of the rings. Tomorrow I get to go against a couple of guys named Bad News Benson and Neforian. They are both pretty good but just not good enough to take this big man down.
Hank Lane: I had to give it up myself. Too many surgeries on my knees. They can't take the pounding anymore. I do some booking for a local organization that has a pretty good following. Every once in a while I do some guest commentating but that's about it. I just like being a part of the sport. Let me go and start digging. See if there's any chatter on the grapevine. I'll get back with you.
Night Rider: Thanks man, I owe you one.
Night Rider smiled as Hank Lane walked off. That was sure one classy guy. He had more connections than anyone around. If you needed something he was the guy to go to. They had known each other for a lot of years. Ever since they were in juvie hall together. Though they never worked together in the same organization. Hank stayed mainly in the south and in the orient during his career.
At least that much was taken care of. One less thing to worry about. He would do some checking on this Don Curracci and see what he could find out also. First he had his match to take care of. That title would look so good around his waist. It has been a while since he had been able to enjoy the feeling of accomplishment knowing that you were one of the best and having the title to prove it. Perhaps finally he would be able to get the respect that he deserves.
Not that it really mattered to him. Just like it didn't matter what Neforian or Bad News Benson thought or had to say. the only thing that mattered was he would be going out there to kick some ass and relieve a little bit of aggravation. They would be perfect for him to take out all of his troubles on. Let them pay for the sadness and the anger that he was feeling. Fuck them! They didn't matter to him. They were just two more who would go down at the hands of the Night Rider!
He finished his drink and was about to have the waitress bring him another when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Hank Brown was heading his way with his trusty cameraman. Night Rider quickly got up and headed in the opposite direction. He made his way around the dance floor and out the emergency exit in the back. An alarm sounded as he went through the door. He went around the other side of the bar to where he parked his car. He just didn't feel like dealing with that mother fucker and his questions.
Who gave a fuck about what he thought about the match or his opponents? What mattered was what he did inside that ring and neither one of his opponents had a damn thing to do with that. That was all on him! He would let his actions speak for him. Sure, he could go out and say he was going to do this and he was going to do that but words don't win matches. Some people just think they can get inside their opponents heads and talk shit about them, cause them to lose their temper and make a mistake at a crucial moment. I don't pay any attention to any of that shit! Fuck Hank Brown, fuck Bad News Benson, and fuck Neforian.
He got out of his car and went back inside. Why should he let that fucker ruin his night. He walked back over to his table and found a fresh drink waiting for him. He sat down, Downed the drink, then flagged the waitress down to bring him another one. It was time for some drinking and fuck some thinking.
Bad News Benson was about to get some bad news himself. What a crush to his ego to find out he's not as tough as he thinks he is. He just doesn't have it in him. He lacks the killer instinct. He has yet to learn how to really put someone away. Neforian? What the hell kind of name is that? It sounds like some kind of fungus cream. Cure your foot fungus with new Neforian cream. Neforian? Then you find out it's just some fictional World of Warcraft character. what a let down!
He had an ideal. He would cure Bad News Benson's foot fungus with the Neforian Cream. then they would both have something to be happy about after he defeated them. Benson's feet would feel better and Neforian would actually be useful for something besides some game that keeps kids inside and away from the fresh air and sunshine they need. That would be about the only joy those two would be feeling after their match was over. Night Rider would be the one standing victorious with the WCF Television Championship belt in his hands.
Female voice: Excuse me sir?
Night Rider turned, stunned to see the young woman standing there. She looked to be in her early twenties, had short brown hair and the prettiest brown eyes he had ever seen. They were so soft and inviting. No, he didn't have time for this. He had enough trouble as it was.
Night Rider: Yeah, what can I do for you?
Eve: I'm Eve. You looked like you could use some company. Nothing serious, maybe a good fuck later if your nice.
Night Rider: Damn Eve, you sure know how to tempt a guy.
Eve: No strings and I'm clean. I just like to have some fun and you look like you have one big ass cock! From the bulge in your pants I'd say I was right.
Night Rider: Have a seat. Let's have a few drinks and get a nice little buzz going. I want to make sure you're nice and relaxed before I slide this monster inside you. I wouldn't want to tear you apart or anything.
Eve: MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...... Sounds like a plan to me.