Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 2:53:54 GMT -5
[align=center]The sun shone bright red in the sky as it set beyond the horizon. He walked along enjoying the tranquility as a cool breeze caressed his face. He felt at one with nature, as if he didn't have a care in the world. He had left Denise at the hotel to go for a walk and some fresh air.
He walked along the nearly deserted street as soldiers patrolled the area. They had come into a hotbed of action and dodged bullets all the way to the hotel. He felt like they were going through a gangster war in the days of Capone. He couldn't wait to kick some ass and get his ass back in the states where he could drink the damn water.
As he turned the corner he got a funny feeling up and down his spine. He slowed his pace and let his instincts take over. He heard a movement to his left. He turned in time to see two men step out of the darkness towards him.
Rebel One
Filthy American, I should rip your head off with my bare hands. You come into our country acting like you all are so much better than we are. Like your way is so perfect. Look at how easily a small attack almost crippled all of you.
Rebel Two
That was just a sample of what would happen if we ever decided to attack your homeland. More lives than the few that died then would perish.
Night Rider couldn't take it any longer. He pulled his .44 Magnum and fired in one motion. His first bullet caught the guy on the right in the forehead above his left eye and his brains exploded out the back. The second bullet caught the guy on the left right between the eyes as his head exploded. His remains dropped like a bag of rocks as he fell to the ground.
He could hear other footsteps running his way to see what was going on. Night Rider ran as fast as he could crossing through the alleys until he was far enough away where they were behind him. He found an old shed with it's door open and stepped inside. It didn't take long before he could hear footsteps approaching. He could hear their voices but couldn't make out what they were saying.
Suddenly someone grabbed the handle on the door and tried opening it. For some reason it wouldn't open. He heard the men saying something else and the next thing he knew he heard the bullets being fired and saw the holes appear in the walls of the shed. After a while they stopped and walked on to continue their search. Night Rider double checked and couldn't believe he didn't get hit by one of the bullets.
Then he thought about the door and how it wouldn't open. He tried the handle and gently turned it so it wouldn't make a noise. It turned and opened easily in his hands. Night Rider whispered a thank you as he exited the shed and swore he heard it say Your Welcome as he was walking away.
Taking the back way he finally made it back to the hotel and inside just as a covered jeep pulled into the driveway and rebel soldiers got out to block the doors so no one could enter or exit. He turned and ran into the elevator. The doors closed just as bullets began to rip through the place. The doors opened and he stepped out of the elevator. Right into the middle of center in Wrigley Field. He began running back instinctively as he watched the ball carry further out. Just as he was about to collide with the brick wall he was diving off of a huge cliff. he hit the water and sprang up in bed as the alarm clock went off.
He turned to see Denise making coffee. Her hair still messy from the evenings activities. Still she was the picture of beauty. Her blue eyes just as bright and sparkly as ever. He knew that there could never be anyone else for him. He knew that from the beginning. They sat on the terrace and drank their coffee as the sun rose in the east before them. They joked around about their match and smoked a quick doobie to welcome such a beautiful morning the right way. It was so wonderful spending time with her. They would have to sit down soon and discuss what would be the perfect date for them to have the wedding. he wanted a grand one for her with all of the best of everything. She deserved only the best.
Before he knew it the time had come for his morning workout. Denise had some stuff to take care of herself so the two of them kissed and set a lunch date for later on. The kitten lay purring in it's bed as Night Rider smiled at remembering how he had found it and walked out the door.
He thought about the match at timebomb. It wasn't going to be easy because when you get that many people going at it at once anything could happen. Still, He knew that they were good enough to rise above the rest and walk out with the WCF World Tag Team Championship.
Who was going to stop them? Wild Gangsters didn't have what it takes before and they sure won't this time. The Jordan Sisters stood about as good a chance at winning the titles as the Dixie Chicks stand at winning any kind of award in the near future. The Kingdom was about to be invaded and King and Zenith will be running for their lives. Sequitus wasn't quite up to the challenge and it wouldn't take long for their hopes of winning go up in flames.
Timebomb was going to be the beginning of the Shadow Demons championship reign. They would fight any and all challengers and hold them off like soldiers making a last stand in a battlefield with dead bodies scattered all around them.
When he walked into the gym only a couple other people were there. One guy was working on a butterfly machine while a woman was running on a treadmill. He made his way over to the free weight area and loaded some weights onto the bar. He made sure they were secure before putting some talcum on his gloves and sliding under the bench.
He positioned himself perfectly and his hands automatically found the perfect spot on the bar. He lifted the weights from the cradle and held them above his chest. He began his reps as his thoughts returned to Timebomb.
He couldn't wait to get his hands on Caliban again. For some reason the guy just pissed him off every time he looked at him or read anything he posted. To think that he actually found someone willing to tag with him blew his mind. Calibum was nothing but a pup trying to play with the big dogs. A mid card hang on who pissed off the wrong people and got his ass handed to him in main events. Then the guy had the guts to brag about it. That right there shows his mentality. He may be gifted and have some of the right tools but he was too damn stupid to know what to do with them.
Then there was Sequitus. What kind of name was that anyway? Sounds like some monster that Godzilla killed years ago. He was sure Dex Zenith and Sid King would put up a good fight and give it everything they had, For about five seconds. Then it was all down hill for them from there. Their short winning streak would be a distant memory when they wake up the next morning.
His pace quickened and his movements were fluid as a crowd began to gather around him and watch him lift. His muscles bulged from under his Shadow Demons T-Shirt.
( On sale in the lobby now. Hurry up and go get one. That's okay, I'll wait. )
Original Gangster, Now there was a character. Nothing but a cheap imitation of the real thing. The guy was nothing but a fake who probably got his ass kicked by the real gangsters every day after school. Now he tries to copy the slang and act like he's tough to cover up the fact that he's really a coward. The guy doesn't have the guts to be a champion. Zack Wild was a joke that no one gets the punch line to. He's so bad you don't want to laugh and not sure if you should. You almost felt sorry for him and wanted to put him out of his misery. No wonder the Wild Gangsters were nothing but a train wreck.
The sound of clapping pulled him out of his thoughts like a rabbit out of a hat. He paused in his reps and looked around. His muscles bulged even bigger beneath his shirt. He could feel his biceps throbbing and pulsating under his skin as they grew to new proportions. He loved working out, The rush it gave you was better than any drug he had ever tried. There was nothing like keeping yourself in shape and building up your muscles to their full potential.
He blushed as he placed the bar back on the cradle. He sat up and turned to look at the clock. He couldn't believe he had been doing his set for a whole half hour already. He stood up and added a few more pounds before standing over the back of the bench and grabbed the bar.
He lifted the bar and stepped back. He began to curl the bar as the weight caused it to bend on each end. The crowd gasped and he barely heard what they were saying as he drifted back to his thoughts.
Ciserano? Sounded like a poor Italian name. From the slums no one talks about in little Italy. The Mafia would laugh their asses off with every bullet they shot into him if he would ever cross their path. Just another worthless piece of trash who didn't have what it takes to stay on top in this game. That was if he were ever lucky enough to get there in the first place. The guy looks about as lost in that ring as Alice did in Wonderland. Calibum definitely wears the pants in the group and that wasn't saying much. even with Cornmunch Macneill on their side they are still headed for disaster.
His thoughts turned towards Denise D'evil. He could picture he standing there in the ring with him as they place the tag Team Championship belts around their waist. Just seeing the joy in her beautiful blue eyes would make it even that much better. She deserved the gold. She worked her ass off every day for what she believed in and never backed down from a challenge. Even when the odds were stacked against her. She was a wonderful person and someone he was proud to call his partner. He knew he could count on her to stand by his side and give it everything she had. Just as he would do for her. None of the others could really boast that kind of unity and loyalty. Another piece of the puzzle for what it takes to be a true champion.
He thought about himself and the ways he had changed since he and Purse held the titles. He had been so cocky then and not quite as mature as he now was in the ring and out. He had come into a whole new level of competition and learned with every match. He suffered through some ugly defeats and celebrated some memorable victories. He battled on through heartache and pain as those close to him began dropping like flies. He didn't get to where he was at the easy way that was for sure. It was a struggle with every step. Still here he was, Standing tall through everything and about to marry the woman he loves. The fact that they would soon be winning the WCF World Tag Team Championship rang like a fairy tale in some children's book.
Yes, He had come a long way and had a long road before him yet to travel. This was only the beginning. They would make a mark in the WCF history books that no one would ever forget. Soon, their numbers would grow even more. Their stranglehold on the WCF would begin to take hold as the other factions scrambled for an edge. No one would be safe from their reign of terror. The Day of Shadows was upon them and the Shadows of Darkness would not be stopped.
He placed the weights back on the cradle and headed for the showers before swimming a few laps in the pool. The cool water felt good as it caressed his muscles with every stroke. He was ready, Denise was ready, And nothing was going to stop them. It was all just a matter of time.[/align]
He walked along the nearly deserted street as soldiers patrolled the area. They had come into a hotbed of action and dodged bullets all the way to the hotel. He felt like they were going through a gangster war in the days of Capone. He couldn't wait to kick some ass and get his ass back in the states where he could drink the damn water.
As he turned the corner he got a funny feeling up and down his spine. He slowed his pace and let his instincts take over. He heard a movement to his left. He turned in time to see two men step out of the darkness towards him.
Rebel One
Filthy American, I should rip your head off with my bare hands. You come into our country acting like you all are so much better than we are. Like your way is so perfect. Look at how easily a small attack almost crippled all of you.
Rebel Two
That was just a sample of what would happen if we ever decided to attack your homeland. More lives than the few that died then would perish.
Night Rider couldn't take it any longer. He pulled his .44 Magnum and fired in one motion. His first bullet caught the guy on the right in the forehead above his left eye and his brains exploded out the back. The second bullet caught the guy on the left right between the eyes as his head exploded. His remains dropped like a bag of rocks as he fell to the ground.
He could hear other footsteps running his way to see what was going on. Night Rider ran as fast as he could crossing through the alleys until he was far enough away where they were behind him. He found an old shed with it's door open and stepped inside. It didn't take long before he could hear footsteps approaching. He could hear their voices but couldn't make out what they were saying.
Suddenly someone grabbed the handle on the door and tried opening it. For some reason it wouldn't open. He heard the men saying something else and the next thing he knew he heard the bullets being fired and saw the holes appear in the walls of the shed. After a while they stopped and walked on to continue their search. Night Rider double checked and couldn't believe he didn't get hit by one of the bullets.
Then he thought about the door and how it wouldn't open. He tried the handle and gently turned it so it wouldn't make a noise. It turned and opened easily in his hands. Night Rider whispered a thank you as he exited the shed and swore he heard it say Your Welcome as he was walking away.
Taking the back way he finally made it back to the hotel and inside just as a covered jeep pulled into the driveway and rebel soldiers got out to block the doors so no one could enter or exit. He turned and ran into the elevator. The doors closed just as bullets began to rip through the place. The doors opened and he stepped out of the elevator. Right into the middle of center in Wrigley Field. He began running back instinctively as he watched the ball carry further out. Just as he was about to collide with the brick wall he was diving off of a huge cliff. he hit the water and sprang up in bed as the alarm clock went off.
He turned to see Denise making coffee. Her hair still messy from the evenings activities. Still she was the picture of beauty. Her blue eyes just as bright and sparkly as ever. He knew that there could never be anyone else for him. He knew that from the beginning. They sat on the terrace and drank their coffee as the sun rose in the east before them. They joked around about their match and smoked a quick doobie to welcome such a beautiful morning the right way. It was so wonderful spending time with her. They would have to sit down soon and discuss what would be the perfect date for them to have the wedding. he wanted a grand one for her with all of the best of everything. She deserved only the best.
Before he knew it the time had come for his morning workout. Denise had some stuff to take care of herself so the two of them kissed and set a lunch date for later on. The kitten lay purring in it's bed as Night Rider smiled at remembering how he had found it and walked out the door.
He thought about the match at timebomb. It wasn't going to be easy because when you get that many people going at it at once anything could happen. Still, He knew that they were good enough to rise above the rest and walk out with the WCF World Tag Team Championship.
Who was going to stop them? Wild Gangsters didn't have what it takes before and they sure won't this time. The Jordan Sisters stood about as good a chance at winning the titles as the Dixie Chicks stand at winning any kind of award in the near future. The Kingdom was about to be invaded and King and Zenith will be running for their lives. Sequitus wasn't quite up to the challenge and it wouldn't take long for their hopes of winning go up in flames.
Timebomb was going to be the beginning of the Shadow Demons championship reign. They would fight any and all challengers and hold them off like soldiers making a last stand in a battlefield with dead bodies scattered all around them.
When he walked into the gym only a couple other people were there. One guy was working on a butterfly machine while a woman was running on a treadmill. He made his way over to the free weight area and loaded some weights onto the bar. He made sure they were secure before putting some talcum on his gloves and sliding under the bench.
He positioned himself perfectly and his hands automatically found the perfect spot on the bar. He lifted the weights from the cradle and held them above his chest. He began his reps as his thoughts returned to Timebomb.
He couldn't wait to get his hands on Caliban again. For some reason the guy just pissed him off every time he looked at him or read anything he posted. To think that he actually found someone willing to tag with him blew his mind. Calibum was nothing but a pup trying to play with the big dogs. A mid card hang on who pissed off the wrong people and got his ass handed to him in main events. Then the guy had the guts to brag about it. That right there shows his mentality. He may be gifted and have some of the right tools but he was too damn stupid to know what to do with them.
Then there was Sequitus. What kind of name was that anyway? Sounds like some monster that Godzilla killed years ago. He was sure Dex Zenith and Sid King would put up a good fight and give it everything they had, For about five seconds. Then it was all down hill for them from there. Their short winning streak would be a distant memory when they wake up the next morning.
His pace quickened and his movements were fluid as a crowd began to gather around him and watch him lift. His muscles bulged from under his Shadow Demons T-Shirt.
( On sale in the lobby now. Hurry up and go get one. That's okay, I'll wait. )
Original Gangster, Now there was a character. Nothing but a cheap imitation of the real thing. The guy was nothing but a fake who probably got his ass kicked by the real gangsters every day after school. Now he tries to copy the slang and act like he's tough to cover up the fact that he's really a coward. The guy doesn't have the guts to be a champion. Zack Wild was a joke that no one gets the punch line to. He's so bad you don't want to laugh and not sure if you should. You almost felt sorry for him and wanted to put him out of his misery. No wonder the Wild Gangsters were nothing but a train wreck.
The sound of clapping pulled him out of his thoughts like a rabbit out of a hat. He paused in his reps and looked around. His muscles bulged even bigger beneath his shirt. He could feel his biceps throbbing and pulsating under his skin as they grew to new proportions. He loved working out, The rush it gave you was better than any drug he had ever tried. There was nothing like keeping yourself in shape and building up your muscles to their full potential.
He blushed as he placed the bar back on the cradle. He sat up and turned to look at the clock. He couldn't believe he had been doing his set for a whole half hour already. He stood up and added a few more pounds before standing over the back of the bench and grabbed the bar.
He lifted the bar and stepped back. He began to curl the bar as the weight caused it to bend on each end. The crowd gasped and he barely heard what they were saying as he drifted back to his thoughts.
Ciserano? Sounded like a poor Italian name. From the slums no one talks about in little Italy. The Mafia would laugh their asses off with every bullet they shot into him if he would ever cross their path. Just another worthless piece of trash who didn't have what it takes to stay on top in this game. That was if he were ever lucky enough to get there in the first place. The guy looks about as lost in that ring as Alice did in Wonderland. Calibum definitely wears the pants in the group and that wasn't saying much. even with Cornmunch Macneill on their side they are still headed for disaster.
His thoughts turned towards Denise D'evil. He could picture he standing there in the ring with him as they place the tag Team Championship belts around their waist. Just seeing the joy in her beautiful blue eyes would make it even that much better. She deserved the gold. She worked her ass off every day for what she believed in and never backed down from a challenge. Even when the odds were stacked against her. She was a wonderful person and someone he was proud to call his partner. He knew he could count on her to stand by his side and give it everything she had. Just as he would do for her. None of the others could really boast that kind of unity and loyalty. Another piece of the puzzle for what it takes to be a true champion.
He thought about himself and the ways he had changed since he and Purse held the titles. He had been so cocky then and not quite as mature as he now was in the ring and out. He had come into a whole new level of competition and learned with every match. He suffered through some ugly defeats and celebrated some memorable victories. He battled on through heartache and pain as those close to him began dropping like flies. He didn't get to where he was at the easy way that was for sure. It was a struggle with every step. Still here he was, Standing tall through everything and about to marry the woman he loves. The fact that they would soon be winning the WCF World Tag Team Championship rang like a fairy tale in some children's book.
Yes, He had come a long way and had a long road before him yet to travel. This was only the beginning. They would make a mark in the WCF history books that no one would ever forget. Soon, their numbers would grow even more. Their stranglehold on the WCF would begin to take hold as the other factions scrambled for an edge. No one would be safe from their reign of terror. The Day of Shadows was upon them and the Shadows of Darkness would not be stopped.
He placed the weights back on the cradle and headed for the showers before swimming a few laps in the pool. The cool water felt good as it caressed his muscles with every stroke. He was ready, Denise was ready, And nothing was going to stop them. It was all just a matter of time.[/align]
