Post by Night Rider on Dec 13, 2015 0:31:02 GMT -5
The wind howled across the plains as raindrops the size of golf balls pelted everything they came in contact with. Night Rider stood there in front of the fresh grave. This was where Diablo had wanted to be put to rest. He wanted to be somewhere peaceful and quiet. Somewhere far from the big city like they grew up in. He smiled at the cross he had made from the trees here. It would do the job. Even though his brother had turned on him he still loved him and would miss him. Everyone makes mistakes. How fitting that the rain would be coming down the way it was. It helped hide the tears that fell from his eyes as he said goodbye to his brother for the second time. Only this time he would be dead for real, not some impostor saving his life.
He walked back to where he parked his vehicle. He still had a lot of miles to cover before he reached Indianapolis. He felt a wave of sadness come over him as he thought about what he knew he had to do. There was no way around it. He just didn't have the drive anymore needed to succeed at such a high level. He would stand in front of the crowd one last time. He wondered if they would cheer him or boo him. He had definitely heard his share of both throughout the years. Now with Denise dealing with personal problems of her own, Oblivion having such great success with Beach Krew. The former members of the Angels of Death were all doing well. Even Vengeance was beginning to come into his own and shine. He would miss the competition and just being around the friends he had made. Still, he would rather do it now than stick around doing a half assed job to collect a paycheck. If he couldn't be successful there was no use in sticking around.
The rain continued to follow him with every mile he traveled. It was as if he were bringing it with him. He didn't care. In a way he welcomed it and the comfort it brought him. He was about to do the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. Saying goodbye to a way of life that was all he had ever known. He wondered what he would do now. Just relaxing and chilling out would be fine for a little bit but what about after that? He had plenty of money. That wasn't a problem. His investments had paid off dearly. He wasn't going to worry about it for now. He would figure that out when the time came. If not he would just have to fake it.
He finally got ahead of the rain but the storm clouds still lingered as he pulled into the empty parking lot of the Bankers Life Fieldhouse. Tomorrow night the place would be packed. He wondered just how many would show up and how many would swear they were there when Hight Rider said goodbye to the WCF? This was going to be a night that no one would ever forget. After parking the car he walked around the back to the service entrance. The people were working hastily on last minute preparations and unloading equipment that was already late. They didn't even notice as he snuck in right under their noses. What fools they were.
The first one came at him as he was walking in the hallway leading to the locker rooms. A man dressed in a cheap suit stepped in front of him and pulled out a pistol. Night Rider reacted quickly and kicked the weapon out of his hand and came back with a thrust kick to the chin that sent the man sprawling backwards. Night Rider picked up the gun and put it to the back of the mans head. He heard the man begging and pleading for his life but it was too late. The damage had been done. Night Rider squeezed the trigger and stashed the body in a linen closet.
He made his way to the locker room and looked around. It was hard to believe that tomorrow would be the last time. if you didn't live the life and weren't 'with it' you could never understand. He made the way towards the arena area and where the workers were hastily putting the ring together. He hoped it would be able to withstand the punishment it would go through at Slam. He hoped it would be able to contain the blood that would be spilled. It was time to say goodbye and he would do it right here in the mid-west. It wasn't Chicago but in a way that was a good thing. He hoped that he was ready to take the punishment he knew he would sustain. He hoped he would be able to deal with a life that didn't include wrestling.
There he was thinking about that again. Life without wrestling? He never imagined himself going through it. He always thought he would die in the ring. Who knows, he still might.
He walked back to where he parked his vehicle. He still had a lot of miles to cover before he reached Indianapolis. He felt a wave of sadness come over him as he thought about what he knew he had to do. There was no way around it. He just didn't have the drive anymore needed to succeed at such a high level. He would stand in front of the crowd one last time. He wondered if they would cheer him or boo him. He had definitely heard his share of both throughout the years. Now with Denise dealing with personal problems of her own, Oblivion having such great success with Beach Krew. The former members of the Angels of Death were all doing well. Even Vengeance was beginning to come into his own and shine. He would miss the competition and just being around the friends he had made. Still, he would rather do it now than stick around doing a half assed job to collect a paycheck. If he couldn't be successful there was no use in sticking around.
The rain continued to follow him with every mile he traveled. It was as if he were bringing it with him. He didn't care. In a way he welcomed it and the comfort it brought him. He was about to do the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. Saying goodbye to a way of life that was all he had ever known. He wondered what he would do now. Just relaxing and chilling out would be fine for a little bit but what about after that? He had plenty of money. That wasn't a problem. His investments had paid off dearly. He wasn't going to worry about it for now. He would figure that out when the time came. If not he would just have to fake it.
He finally got ahead of the rain but the storm clouds still lingered as he pulled into the empty parking lot of the Bankers Life Fieldhouse. Tomorrow night the place would be packed. He wondered just how many would show up and how many would swear they were there when Hight Rider said goodbye to the WCF? This was going to be a night that no one would ever forget. After parking the car he walked around the back to the service entrance. The people were working hastily on last minute preparations and unloading equipment that was already late. They didn't even notice as he snuck in right under their noses. What fools they were.
The first one came at him as he was walking in the hallway leading to the locker rooms. A man dressed in a cheap suit stepped in front of him and pulled out a pistol. Night Rider reacted quickly and kicked the weapon out of his hand and came back with a thrust kick to the chin that sent the man sprawling backwards. Night Rider picked up the gun and put it to the back of the mans head. He heard the man begging and pleading for his life but it was too late. The damage had been done. Night Rider squeezed the trigger and stashed the body in a linen closet.
He made his way to the locker room and looked around. It was hard to believe that tomorrow would be the last time. if you didn't live the life and weren't 'with it' you could never understand. He made the way towards the arena area and where the workers were hastily putting the ring together. He hoped it would be able to withstand the punishment it would go through at Slam. He hoped it would be able to contain the blood that would be spilled. It was time to say goodbye and he would do it right here in the mid-west. It wasn't Chicago but in a way that was a good thing. He hoped that he was ready to take the punishment he knew he would sustain. He hoped he would be able to deal with a life that didn't include wrestling.
There he was thinking about that again. Life without wrestling? He never imagined himself going through it. He always thought he would die in the ring. Who knows, he still might.
