What the F#c?

[Night Rider]

Night Rider stands impatiently as the screeners take their sweet ass time checking people through. Night Rider looks at his wristwatch and shakes his head. His flight was already an hour behind and will still have to wait another hour after boarding to actually take off. He hated waiting for anything. His thoughts turned to his match against Adam Young and he couldn't help but smile. It was good to see the kid step up his game the way he did. Night Rider wouldn't have to go so easy on him. He smiled as he thought about the fatal fourway match he had ahead of him. Doc Henry he actually liked and respected but would have no problem going toe to toe with. Bad News Benson sounded more like some old NBC spin off than it did a wrestler. His bad news will be facing him in the ring when they go toe to toe. Adam Young he couldn't wait to get his hands on again. The way it was looking it would be a good night for him and Anarchy!



Finally he was the next one in line when out of nowhere a man in a uniform approached him and pulled him out of the line.



Officer: Excuse me, sir. You have to come with us. We have picked you out randomly for a more detailed search.



Night Rider cursed as he followed the two officers into another room. He stood there for what seemed like forever before the two officers entered the room. The first one grabbed at something by his side just as Night Rider turns and grabs the taser. Night Rider tazes both officers before sprinting out of the room and through the checkpoint. He didn't stop until he was aboard the plane and in his seat. The stewardess looked at him suspiciously as he fastened his seat belt. What the hell was that all about? He wondered as he leaned back and closed his eyes.



Something was wrong. This didn't feel right at all. Why can't he open his eyes? Or were they already open? All he could see was darkness. It surrounded him like a comforting blanket. He could sense something in the darkness. something he couldn't describe. He could feel it's power yet he didn't fear it. Somehow he knew that it wouldn't hurt him. A tiny flame began to build in the distance. He watched it as it started from just a spark. The flames began to reach towards the sky as they raged out of control.



His eyes flew open as he turned his head to the side...........




..................and wished that he hadn't when he saw what was sitting there. Especially when it smiled and all it's broken and rotted teeth stood out in all their glory. He shuddered as he turned his head the other way.........



''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''what in the hell was that? It had long hair that covered it's whole head. The poncho smelled like a backed up sewer and It's breath smelled even worse as it said hello. Night Rider held his breath and closed his eyes. Hoping he was having a nightmare. That proved to not be the case as Smelly It turned towards him and poked him on the arm.


Smelly It: Hey, I was talking to you. Oh, wait a minute. I know who you are.



Smelly It pulled It's hair back to reveal a Doc Henry tee shirt.



Smelly It: Ol' Doc is gonna school your ass. Just wait and see.



Night Rider made a mental note ti kick his ass just as soon as they were off of the plane. He laughed as he closed his eyes once more and tried to block everything out. It figures it would be a Doc Henry fan. He seems to attract the inbred country hicks from deep in the woods. Ones who didn't know the meaning of a bath. God give him strength to hold on until they land. The stench was becoming more and more intense until Night Rider couldn't take it any longer.



Night Rider: Stewardess, you need to come and remove this smelly ass bastard before something happens to him. Flush his ass down the toilet if you want to but get him the hell out of here. You have until the count of 3 and I am going to do it myself. Smell him! His ass is funky! The dude hasn't had a bath in years and probably shit on himself. get him out of here NOW!



The stewardess helped an embarrassed smelly it to his feet and took him to the back of the plane away from everyone else. She turned towards him just before walking away.



Stewardess: You really should introduce yourself to a bar of soap and some scissors. It would do wonders.



She stormed away as smelly it began cursing her. The stewardess came back with a disinfectant rag and cleaned the seat. Night Rider thanked her as the smell began to subside. He could overlook Ugly It on the other side. He just didn't have to look at It. It's breath wasn't the greatest but It used mints to cover it up. He had to take the lesser of the two evils. He hoped his luck would change soon.



The sun was shining as the plane made it's approach. Night Rider sat back fastened into his seatbelt with a smile on his face. Ugly It sat next to him with a bag over it's face. After a rough touch down the plane steadied and came to a stop. The passengers seemed to wait until the light said it was okay to unfasten and finally exit. It was like feeding time for the gators as they made their way off of the plane. Night Rider noticed Smelly It and tripped him on the way out.



Finally he had some fresh air. It was so good to be back on solid ground. He hated flying as it was but did it anyway. Just one of the hazards of the job. He knew he should have upgraded to first class. Oh wait, that was first class. No wonder fewer and fewer people were flying. He glared at a tall man who bumped into him as he was picking up his luggage. He quickly followed the guy to see just how tough he thought he was. The guy should have said excuse me or sorry or something.



He followed him into a hallway that led to the restrooms. Night Rider followed him into the restroom and locked the door before turning off the lights. Night Rider went straight at the guy and was picking him up before he knew what was going on. Night Rider slammed him head first into the wall and smiled as he could hear bone shatter. He could almost taste the blood that must be flowing. He picked the guy up again and slammed him into a urinal. The man fell to the floor in a heap as Night Rider smiled and walked out. 'That will teach him' he thought as he exited the airport.



The sun was still shining as Night Rider removed his jacket, the only place where some of the blood had splattered. He walked over to where his limo was waiting and climbed inside as the driver shut the door behind him. He sat back onto the soft seat as he grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels out of the bar. He definitely needed a drink. After actually having three he finally began to relax. Some people just never learn. It doesn't always pay to be rude. Have some manners. Like when I beat someone from now on I will be man enough to say I am sorry I kicked your ass.







He couldn't wait to step back into the ring. It felt good going to battle with Adam Young and he was looking forward to a repeat performance. He hoped Doc Henry and the big bad wolf. I mead Big Bad Benson. Whoever the fuck he thinks he is. Night Rider didn't know what to think of the guy. He only knew that he didn't like him. It was going to be fun seeing his expression when he finally does realize he doesn't have what it takes. Doc Henry could be really good when he actually tried. His problem was he just really didn't give a shit. Night Rider smiled when he thought of how good Doc could be if he actually put his mind to it. What a waste.



Then he thought of Adam Young again. The kid did have some skills but he wasn't as good as he thought he was. Night Rider even went easy on him and the best he could manage was a draw? Night Rider smiled when he saw the look in Young's eyes towards the end. It was a look of utter horror. Young was fighting for his life. Night Rider wondered if Young was having nightmares knowing he would have to step into the ring against him again. Night Riders attention was diverted as the limo came to a stop and the driver opened his door.



Limo Driver: Your here sir. Your luggage will be taken care of. I have your keys here. Your room number is 914. Call if you need anything further sir.



Night Rider took the keys from him and headed for his room. The first thing he wanted to do was hit the shower and wash the stench off of him. He could swear he still smelled Smelly It. How could someone just let themselves go like that? You would think they had more sense. His room was even more than he expected. The thick carpeting throughout was clean and soft to walk on. The living room area and dining area were exquisitely done with a divider wall between them. There was a door off of the living area that led to the bedroom and a door on the opposite side hid the bathroom. A large screen television hung on the wall in the living area while a fire raged in the fireplace to the left. Night Rider sat down at the kitchen table and took off his shoes. His feet always seemed to swell up after a flight. A good long shower a a while in the hot tub would be just what the doctor ordered.



A couple of hours later Night Rider was sitting at the bar downstairs having a Jack and Coke. The bar was jumping but not really crowded. Just enough for a nice easy atmosphere. He wasn't in a good mood and didn't want to be bothered. It was strange being on his own. It didn't matter though. He would battle and he would rebuild. Soon Anarchy will be a household name. Merchandise sales would sky rocket. Some call him a fool. They say he's washed up and can't do it anymore. His best days are behind him. Night Rider heard it all. He didn't care. He would show them.



He couldn't believe how they actually felt about him. It really didn't even matter. He was doing what he was doing for himself and fuck everyone else. If they couldn't stand by him and believe in him then he didn't need them anyway. He was a man on a mission and it was time to start making people pay for what they are doing. And the price just went up! This fatal four way would be one that lived up to it's name. He was going to do his best to make sure someone didn't walk out of there. He didn't give a shit. What the hell did he have to lose anyway? He might as well go out there and kick some ass. To hell with any rules. This was hell. This was Anarchy! Just the way he liked it.



He raised his head as he heard someone speaking to him. The bartender was asking him if he wanted another drink. He shook his head as he brought himself back to the present and then said yes he would like another one. He took a look around the place. Couples were dancing on the dance floor as a band played on the stage. He didn't recognize the tune but was glad he didn't. It was that bad. He took his drink and walked over to a table in the back where he could sit down in peace.



He wondered how things got as bad as they did. He had done the best he could do. Sometimes it's just not enough. He frowned as he lifted the bottle and took a long swig. It was what it was and there was nothing he could do about it. Someone fell on the dance floor and a few people yelled out Oh No. Suddenly Kool Aid man crashes through a wall and says Oh Yeah before slowly backing right out with his face red. Night Rider shakes his head and takes another drink. He takes the blunt out of his pocket and fires it up. He needed to relax a little bit before someone got hurt, and it wouldn't be him.



A strange white light seemed to dance just below the ceiling. Night Rider watched it as it seemed to dance with the music. He watched as it eventually made it's way to the chair next to him. It seemed to expand and take form right before his eyes. He shook his head again and looked at both the blunt and the bottle. He said fuck it as he took a hit and a nice long drink. The form began to look more and more human. Before long Night Rider could see a beautiful young red headed woman sitting next to him.



Audrey Rose: Don't be alarmed. I'm not going to hurt you. I am here to help and guide you. No one else can see or hear me. You need to beware. There is danger here this evening. We will speak more when you return to your room. I will be waiting.



Suddenly the form began to dissipate and eventually was gone. Night Rider took another long drag and looked at the blunt. Dam this is some really good shit, he thought as he took another drink. Lesser men in his position would have done given up and quit. His only problem was quit wasn't in his vocabulary. He would fight until there was no fighting in him. This was all he knew. He would do it until the day he dies. Fuck everyone if they didn't like it. He could care less what they all thought or how they felt. He would win the fatal four way and he would show them that the Night Rider was still a force to be dealt with.



They will all find out in due time. Soon all will be known. He couldn't wait to see the look on the face of all his doubters when everything came together. Then they will begin to pay one by one as he goes down the line and begins picking them off. They won't even see it coming. They will still doubt his abilities and think they are better than him. That's when he will swoop down and devour them. The only thing he had to say to them was this.







That's right.








And if you don't like it......Fuck you too.






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