Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2014 13:01:13 GMT -5
The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy describes War as an actual, intentional and widespread armed conflict between political communities. Thus, fisticuffs between individual persons do not count as a war, nor does a gang fight, nor does a feud on the order of the Hatfields versus the McCoys. War is a phenomenon which occurs only between political communities, defined as those entities which either are states or intend to become states (in order to allow for civil war). Classical war is international war, a war between different states, like the two World Wars. But just as frequent is war within a state between rival groups or communities, like the American Civil War. Certain political pressure groups, like terrorist organizations, might also be considered “political communities,” in that they are associations of people with a political purpose and, indeed, many of them aspire to statehood or to influence the development of statehood in certain lands. Therefore what will be happening on Sunday evening can only be characterized as something even more dangerous and threatening to each individual involved. There will be no countries at stake and no desire for statehood. Nothing but the thirst for blood and self advancement will fill the hearts and minds of each participant. Alliances will be made and broken with each tick of the clock. Only the strongest will survive this battle of epic proportions.
He stood at the site of the great battle. A single tear fell from each eye as he stared at the spot where it had happened. Most of it was still just a blur. He had no ideal if she had survived and even less hope of ever finding her. The agony pierced his heart just as the great sword pierced her body. From there on everything went blank. The world as he knew it came crashing down around him. The sadness he felt quickly began to turn to rage. A rage that could only be quenched with the blood of others. He couldn't wait to make his return. It was time to make them pay for the sins of others. Their so called 'War' would be the perfect opportunity for him to begin the days of terror. The time has come to show everyone just why the Shadows of Darkness were as powerful as we were. Only to be denied again and again they still fought with everything they had to become the WCF Tag Team Champions. He would fight with her honor and her strength driving him forward.
Still there was hope inside him that he would see her again. If it was to be then it shall be again. He felt good inside as he exited the plane wondering just how the hell he had gotten there and headed for the waiting Limo. WCF wanted to make sure his return was done in style. It was going to be a good test going against the greatest wrestlers around. With e World Title shot on the line he knew that he would have to bring his best. Guys like Torture and Bobby Cairo. One he had never faced and the other he wasn't sure. If they had it didn't make much of an impression on him. He couldn't wait to see if Torture was all he was made out to be. So many former World Champions like Jonny Fly and Even his former partner and friend. Jeff Purse. Someone he knew was as tough as they come. He could take a beating and still come back strong. Unless he gets a hair out of place. He would have to straighten it out first and leave himself wide open.
Then there was Gravedigger, A person who can scare the hell out of anyone. He was a big man and just as mean. It's just a shame he's not too bright and he's as slow as a damn turtle. There were others on the card who scared the hell out of him just by the way they looked. It's no wonder they are where they are at. He was who he was and didn't give a $h!t who liked it or not. He didn't need a bunch of makeup to make himself look tough or hide behind a mask.
He smiled as the Limo came to a stop in front of the Motel and shook his head. This was about right. The flashing Vacancy sign flashed on and off like Rudolph's nose. A screen door hung halfway off and was blocked open with concrete block. A faded open sign hung on the door and a bell rang as he opened it to step inside. The lobby was dusty from lack of cleaning and a foul stench filled the air. He turned back around to head outside and the Limo was nowhere to be seen. He had no choice. He was tired and needed some sleep. Traveling always wore him out. He still hated flying and always would. Still, You had to do what you had to do in this business.
Desk Clerk
Can I help you sir? Oh, It's just you. Here's your key and it's the third door down.
Just what the guy meant by 'Oh it's you' Night Rider wasn't sure but he was too tired to kick the guys @$$ right now to worry about it. He snatched the key out of the clerks hand and headed in the direction the guy told him. At first he thought that this was some sort of joke when he saw the condition of the room. As soon as he opened the door and turned on the light he could see the bugs begin to scatter across the floor. Hr would make some phone calls and deal with the crap in the morning. Right now all he wanted was to get some sleep. He collapsed onto the top of the covers and was out before his head hit the pillow.
He didn't know if it was minutes or hours later when he heard someone knocking at the door, More like they were pounding the hell out of it the way the sound vibrated though his head. He jumped to his feet and walked over to open it just to put an end to the noise. He was surprised but not shocked when he saw Steve Sayors standing there with a microphone in his hand and a cameraman standing behind him.
Steve Sayors
It's true, here he is folks. Just as we were told. The mighty Night Rider has returned. Well, well, well. Should I feel honored or something?
Night Rider
You can feel whatever the hell you want but you better have a damn good excuse for waking my @$$ up! Now what the fuck do you want?
Steve Sayors
I just had to see it for myself. Where's your little wifey at?
It took everything Night Rider had not to grab him and break his neck right then and there. He would take care of that in due time. Instead he grabbed Steve by the shirt and lifted him off of his feet as he brought him close to him.
Night Rider
If you ever mention Denise in a disrespectful manner like that again I will rip your head off and take a healthy $hit right down your throat. Do I make myself clear?
Steve Sayors could only nod as the air was being choked out of him. Night Rider turned and glared towards the heavy set cameraman as he threw Sayors aside.
Night Rider
Do you have something that you want to say?
The cameraman shook his head vigorously as he backed away and kept on filming the action. Sayors made it back to his feet and adjusted his clothing just as the sun began to rise in the distance.
Steve Sayors
I meant no disrespect. I just wanted to get the scoop before anyone else beat me to it. You know you and I have always been cool. No one has seen you in so long we all thought you were dead. Just where were you anyway? Can you at least tell us that?
Night Rider
If I actually knew where I have been I would be more than happy to tell you. Hell, I can't remember $hit from the time Denise was stabbed with the sword. It's all a blank after that. The next thing I knew I was exiting the plane and heading here getting ready to make my return at War.
Sayors stared at him in disbelief and shook his head.
Steve Sayors
Wow, That would be hard to deal with. How do you think you are going to be able to wrestle and have any success when you haven't been in the ring for months now? Surely ring rust will take it's toll on you.
Night Rider
I appear to be in pretty good shape, Just a little tired from traveling so I must have gone a great distance. Ring rust won't matter because this is going to be nothing but a street fight. A good old slobberknocker as Jim Ross would call it! Everyone knows that I like nothing more than a good fight. There's nothing like beating the $hit out of someone to get the blood pumping. I am going in to this match with one thing on my mind and that is to do whatever it takes to come out on top and win that shot at the ECF World Championship.
Steve Sayors
You know it isn't going to be easy. You will be going against some of the greatest wrestlers around. What makes you so sure you will be the winner? I'm sure Chelsea Armstrong, Zombie McMorris, John Gable, Brent Alpine, and Steeltoe Joe all will have something to say about that.
Night Rider
Nothing worth doing is ever easy, remember that Sayors. I have the drive and the determination to overcome whatever obstacles get in my way. I know it's going to be an uphill struggle every second. War matches are designed that way. Just knowing that I will be in there with such Icons as Torture and Corey Black, old creeping death himself is enough to get the butterflies rolling. This is the $hit I live for. This is what the Night Rider is all about, just as sure as the blood that flows through my veins.
Steve Sayors
Does the face that you will also be going against your former partner Jeff Purse bother you at all? As I remember the two of you were good friends at one time.
Night Rider
That ship sailed a long time ago Steve. I have no ill feelings towards the guy but that doesn't mean I won't do everything in my power to defeat him. Just like everyone else in this match I am in it for one thing and that is to win. Anything less will be unacceptable. I'm sure that everyone else feels exactly the same way. that's why this is going to be a match you don't want to miss.
Steve Sayors
I'm going to have a front row seat for all the action. (He turns towards the camera) Folks get your tickets now because they won't last long. This is Steve Sayors on location.
After wrapping everything up Steve Sayors and his cameraman thanked Night Rider for his time and were gone as quick as they had come. Night Rider sat down at the small dining table and grabbed the remote laying there to turn on the television. Immediately an advertisement for the upcoming show came on. Night Rider smiled and ran his hands through his thinning hair. How he wished that Denise was returning with him. One way or another he would find out what happened and where she was at. He would do it if it was the last thing he did. He wanted and needed to know. His life would continue to be empty until he did.
