Post by Night Rider on May 7, 2016 0:45:56 GMT -5
The sun finally decided to pop out from behind the clouds as Night Rider walked out and climbed onto his Harley Davidson 2016 Night Rod Special. Everything on the bike was completely black. Except for red flames on the tank. Night Rider smiled as he put on his sunglasses and climbed onto the beast. He quickly fired it up and was feeling the breeze in his hair as he headed out of town. A nice ride was just what he needed. He had been feeling so cooped up lately and just wanted some space to breath. He needed to do some thinking and the best way for him was to hit the road and let it all loose.
He laughed as he finally hit the highway and opened it up. He lifted upward just enough and the front wheel came off of the ground. The back wheels began smoking and in a flash he was gone. Nothing but burnt rubber still smoking behind him. He felt really good about his first match back and new that he was truly ready for what he had planned for the WCF. He just hoped that those he talked to were willing to join forces. It was time to bring Anarchy to the civilized world that Seth's baby has become. What happened to the days when the old school guys stood up for this place? The WCF definitely needed a cleansing.
His thoughts turned to the likes of Sarah Twilight and Andre Holmes. After their match there was definitely no love lost between them. He honestly couldn't stand her at all. She thinks she is all that. He would love to be the one to cut her down to size. He'd reinvent her alright! Holmes was another one he just plain didn't like. Especially if he's dumb enough to fall for Sarah's tricks. Eventually he would get his opportunity at each one of them. That first match wasn't about winning and losing. It was more about working out the kinks and getting ready for the next one. A win would have been nice but it is what it is.
He saw a rest area just ahead and decided to pull in there for a bit and smoke a couple. He wasn't much of a drinker anymore but there was no way in hell that he was going to stop smoking his weed. There was nothing wrong with having a nice little buzz going. Hell he did better sometimes when he was high than he could when he was straight. He smiled and stretched as he stepped off his bike. He took off his helmet and looked around. The leaves seemed to sparkle in the sunlight with the remnants of the storm that passed through. The sky was as blue as he could ever remember seeing it. A slight breeze was blowing. Just enough to keep you cool but not freeze you out.
Most of all he just listened to the peaceful sounds of nature going on around him. Somewhere in the distance he could hear a lonesome dove calling out for a mate to join him. This was what life was all about, being one with nature and enjoying the world around us.
wait a minute?
what the hell was he thinking?
This wasn't like him. He was no damn softy! He was the same person that he had always been. He wasn't about to change for anyone. Just because he was going after the heels and giving them a taste of their own medicine didn't mean he wasn't still a bad @$$! Fuck anyone that didn't like it. He didn't give a shit about anything but taking care of business and winning some gold. Now that he had his first match under his belt he felt a lot better. As a matter of fact he thought he held his own pretty well.
He wondered how everyone would react to their going after the scum and giving them just what they deserved. Let them find out how it feels to have the cheap shots taken at them for a change. Sarah talking about him reinventing himself. How the hell was he doing that? He was still who he was no matter what. They would all find out soon enough. The good times were about to begin.
He was just about to get back on his bike when he saw a vehicle approaching him from the other side. He waited as a man a little shorter than him and about 100 pounds heavier walked towards him. His belly jiggling with every step. He walked up to Night Rider and stuck out his hand.
David Stone: Night Rider, I was told I could find you here. My name is David Stone. I have taken over control of The Organization. Mr. Hendricks is now a fugitive. That's why I needed to speak with you. I am offering you five hundred thousand dollars to take the assignment and bring Hendricks in. I thought I would give you the first opportunity.
Night Rider: First off. Who in the hell told you that I was here?
David Stone: The guy I have had tailing you since you landed here two days ago.
Night Rider: I knew that someone was watching me but didn't know who. I thought coming out here alone for a bit would draw them out. Do you even have any ideal where he might be? Or even what country at least?
David Stone: All the information we have is in your packet. I have it right here with me if you want it.
Night Rider: You sound so sure that I would take the assignment, why? What if I would have turned it down?
David Stone: then you wouldn't have gotten the five hundred thousand or the chance to get back at the one responsible for your brothers downfall.
Night Rider: What are you talking about? My brother turned on me and suffered the consequences. Nothing more and nothing less.
David Stone: Oh but there is more. Mr Hendricks was hired by the Cortez family to bring Diablo down after they found out he was actually alive. We just recently made the connection. Hendricks got your brother hooked on the heroin that led to his demise. He turned on you for money to support his habit. All Hendricks doing. Who better to go after him than you?
Night Rider: Get me the packet and don't worry about the money. I don't need it. This one is on me!
David Stone: I have it here for you.
He pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Night Rider.
David Stone: There are two contact numbers in there. One is my cell and the other is my home number. There is a credit card in there to cover all expenses. At least use it. Give me a call when you have made some progress.
Night Rider watched as the big man kind of jiggled away. You could tell he spent his life behind a desk, a big desk! Oh well. It was his health. Night Rider walked over to his bike and sat down sideways on the seat. He opened the envelope and took out the contents. After placing the credit card in his pocket he opened the paper. A blank page with two phone numbers on it. Where in the hell was the information they had? What was he supposed to go on? It was just like The Organization to do some shit like this. He would have to do some digging and see what he could come up with.
He had thought that the Cortez family had all been taken out. One of them must have somehow survived the massacre at their ranch. One way or another he would have to remedy that situation. He would avenge his brothers death and make sure that Mr. Hendricks paid the ultimate price. All he had to do was figure out just where in the hell they were at. He still had a few contacts that he could get in touch with. Hopefully one of them will come through with some information. He needed to call Denise and Oblivion also and set up a time to get together and discuss their upcoming match. So much to do and so little time to do it. What the hell, he thought, there was no time like the present. He took out his cell phone and called Denise.
Denise D'Evil: Yeah, what's up?
Night Rider: Listen, I need you to meet up with me somewhere.
Denise D'Evil: What, about our match?
Night Rider: That and something else I don't want to get into over the phone if you know what I mean.
Denise D'Evil: Okay. When and where?
Night Rider: Meet me at the Marriott in about two hours. I'm going to have Oblivion meet us there also. We are going to need all the help we can get with this one.
Denise D'Evil: Sounds like a plan to me. I'll be there. Love you baby.
Night Rider: Love you more.
He hung up the phone and looked at his watch. It was Five Thirty now so that would make it Seven Thirty. He hit speed dial and called Oblivion.
Oblivion: Night Rider! How have you been? Haven't heard from you since after the last match.
Night Rider: I just had some business matters I had to get finalized and wanted to hit the road for a little bit. Listen man. If you are still down I could really use some help.
Oblivion: You know me man. we go way back. You need me, I'm there.
Night Rider: Great, meet me at the Marriott downtown in two hours. Denise will be coming also. We are flying out of here tomorrow night for Mexico City.
Oblivion: Sounds serious. What's up?
Night Rider: I'll let you know more when you get here. Let's just say we have some unfinished business to take care of.
Oblivion: I'll see you then.
Night Rider hung up the phone. Eventually they would be needing more help. If Mr. Hendricks was hiding out with Cortez then he would have some major firepower backing him up. He remembered the raid on the Cortez ranch and what they went through then. Yes, they were going to need some assistance. He had a couple of people in mind. He would just have to see how it all worked out.
He thought about where they would be heading in the WCF. He and Denise would reform the Shadow Demons tag team. They would fly the new Anarchy banner. The Angels of Death have flown out of the shadows to bring Anarchy to the WCF. They still had some unfinished business there and it was time to make a stand. With his first match under his belt all of the nervousness and all of the ring rust was gone. He was in better shape now than ever. Just wait until they see what I am capable of.
He turned around on his bike and fired it up. The engine screamed to life as he took off down the highway. The wind felt so good as it blew through his hair. He cranked his stereo up as Kid Rock sang about being born free. The sun began to set as he pulled into the Hotel parking lot. He went up to his room for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading down to the bar. It was just now Seven so he made it in plenty of time.
The bar was already crowded when he went inside. A band was playing some old time country song and the dance floor was full of drunks making a fool of themselves as they tripped and stumbled around. Night Rider just smiled. Idiots in action. Some people just couldn't handle their liquor. He found an empty table near the back and sat down. Before long a middle aged red head who looked like she'd been ridden hard and put out to pasture. Her face had so many wrinkles you needed a map to find her lips. She wore a halter top and didn't bother with a bra. Her breasts sagged so bad they hung down her belly. She smiled and her mouth looked like a bomb went off inside it. What few teeth she had left were rotted and Brown.
Waitress: Howdy stranger. Haven't seen you around these parts. Can I get you anything?
Night Rider: Yeah, another waitress. No never mind. Bring me a bottle of Jack and three clean glasses.
Waitress: A hundred will get you more than that if your interested.
Night Rider: I wouldn't touch you even if you paid me!
Waitress: Well I never!
Night Rider: The hell you haven't. Here's a hundred, just bring my shit and keep the change.
The waitress took the bill and stormed off. Night Rider just laughed. What a piece of trash. Who knows what kind of diseases she had. A couple of minutes later she brought him his bottle and sat the glasses down. She turned and stomped away again without saying a word. Night Rider grabbed one of the glasses and poured himself a drink. He quickly downed it and poured another one. How in the hell had one of the Cortez family survived the raid? They had all three exits covered and everyone inside was dead when they left. Somehow they had to find Hendricks and Cortez before they decided to come after him.
He was just about finished with his drink again when he saw Denise walk in the front door. She was just as lovely as ever in her leather outfit that really enhanced her figure. He motioned her over and she smiled and waved. On her way there some guy tried to grab her ass. She blocked his hand and bent it backwards as she turned to look at the guy. She released his arm and he took off running out the door. Night Rider couldn't help but laugh as the guy took off. he sure didn't know who he was messing with.
He pulled her chair out for her to sit down then sat back down in his own chair. The band took a break and a juke box began to play Patsy Cline. Night Rider had to raise his voice to be heard.
Night Rider: Do you remember the raid on the Cortez ranch?
Denise D'Evil: Yeah, why?
Night Rider: It seems that Mr. Hendricks was hired by one of the Cortez family to take down Diablo. Cortez supplied the goods and Hendricks slipped it to him a little at a time until he was hooked. That was why he turned on me.
Denise D'Evil: But we killed all of the Cortez family?
Night Rider: It seems that somehow one survived. I think that Mr. Hendricks is hiding out with Cortez. If he is then they are going to have the place guarded like a fortress. Especially after what happened before.
Denise D'Evil: My bet is they are in Mexico somewhere. Maybe at the old ranch?
Night Rider: Perhaps. I can have David Stone get us a drone and we can take some video of the place.
Denise D'Evil: It will have to be done with ultra violet at night. That way they won't see it if they are there. We don't need it getting shot down.
Oblivion: Hey, I made it. the damn flight was running late. I had to hijack a damn Mercedes to make it here. No way I was waiting another hour for a taxi. How the hell are you and what's with the guy outside crying like a baby and holding his hand?
Denise D'Evil: He thought he had the right to grab my ass and I proved him wrong. He didn't take it too well. Good to see you again Obi!
Night Rider: Good to see you again bro. Your looking better than ever. Considering everything you have gone through.
Oblivion: Yeah it got kind of rough there for a while. I'm much better now though. That match last week sure was a blast. Kind of brought back some memories. Now what's up?
Night Rider and Denise filled him in on what they had discussed so far. Oblivion looked grim as they described their plans for the Cortez ranch.
Oblivion: It's not going to be easy going in there but you can count me in. We are going to need some back up before going in though. The three of us won't be enough.
Night Rider: I thought about giving Vengeance a call and a couple others that may be interested. We'll see how it goes. How are the two of you feeling for our match?
Denise D'Evil: I'm more than ready. I can't wait to get back in that ring.
Oblivion: I'm always ready to have some fun. How about you? You took a pounding last week also?
Night Rider: I had to test my limits. See if I could still take it as well as dish it out. I'm ready to kick some ass. I say it's time we bring Anarchy back. Denise and I are reforming the Shadow Demons team plus I will still be wrestling a few singles matches too when possible. I'd like to bring Vengeance back in along with a couple more. It's time to have some fun giving some of the so called bad guys a taste of their own medicine. We can do some scouting through the roster and see who we come up with.
Denise D'Evil: I'm down on one condition.
Night Rider: Anything.
Denise D'Evil: We pick the cream of the crop and win some gold.
Night Rider: I'm not going for anything less. It's time to show these fools just what we are made of. They have yet to see me at my full potential. Now that I am back and in better shape than ever they are going to find out.
Oblivion: I've been down since the beginning and I'm not changing now. Starting with this weeks match. Teo Del Sol, Mikey Extreme, and Grayson Pierce are all tough competitors but we can beat them. Grayson Pierce used to be Gemini Battle. You both should remember him. Teo is a high flying monkey. You take his legs out from under him and ground him to beat him. Extreme tends to let his mouth over run his ass and loses his temper in the ring.
Night Rider: I've noticed that about him. you get him mad and he makes mistakes. Guys like him are a dime a dozen. Either way you look at it we have the advantage. Our experience teaming together and the way we care about each other will propel us over them. Pierce may be a bad ass but we are just a little bit badder. Teo can attack from the air but so can Denise. Only hers is more precise and devastating. Mikey is just Mikey. He's not as Extreme as he would like to be. It's going to be fun kicking his ass around the ring.
Night Rider poured each of them another drink. He raised his glass as he stood up.
Night Rider: To Anarchy!
To Anarchy the other two said in unison as they downed their drinks.
And so it begins again. Once more they will travel down that well known road. Where will it lead them this time? Only the future knows it's secrets.
