The road to nowhere

[Night Rider]

Where will the road lead YOU?

What would you do if you were in my shoes? Think about it for a minute. There I was a 2 time former WCF Tag Team Champion with two different partners. I came in, got the right people together and we should have been primed to take on the world. We should have dominated the wrestling scene. Should have, could have, would have, but didn't! We didn't do a damn thing. Why? Because we weren't good enough? No. It was because some of us didn't give it everything they had like they did in the past. They went about things like it was no big deal and it showed. That's okay. The ones who did will be dealt with in time.

But now it is a new day and age for the Wrestling Championship Federation. They get to see the Night Rider in his prime and on his own. There will be nothing to hold him back and keep him from completing his objective. No one to keep him from going too far. He was on his own and the body count was about to begin. Besides, now that Oblivion was going soft they needed someone to remind them of the horrors that life can hold. He was just that person and couldn't wait to show everyone.

Starting with his first match back. What a way to make a statement than to win the Television Championship. He would pretty it up with the blood from his victims. It all begins at Slam. He would be taking on Adam Young and Micky Saint. Two tough competitors but they were nowhere near being on his level. Adam Young is the WCF's version of Barry Horowitz. What? You don't know who he is? My point exactly. Micky Saint? Who cares? The guy may be tough and think he's a real bad ass but it takes more than that to get the job done. Then next week he would face the survivors of the other Television Championship tournament matches. The winner of that match would be the champion.

He looked around his room to make sure everything was turned off and he hadn't forgotten anything. He checked his pocket to make sure he had his car keys before closing the door and heading to the elevator. He took out his cell phone and hit the only speed dial left there. The line rang twice before a familiar voice answered.

Vengeance: Yeah, what's up?

Night Rider: I just thought I would give you a call and see if you wanted to have some fun?

Vengeance: Hell man, I have been so damn busy lately I haven't had time to take a decent shit! You know what I mean?

Night Rider: I know exactly man. I have been there. You know me now though, I just don't give a shit anymore. I am who and what I am and if you don't like it fuck you.

Vengeance: Some of us still need to work though. 

Night Rider: Come on man, sometimes you just have to say fuck it! Let's go and wreak some havoc on the unsuspecting public. Give them something to feed their nightmares. Unless your going soft like Obi has done?

Vengeance: I am one mother fucker that will never go soft! Alright man, let's do this.

Night Rider: Awesome! I will pick you up in ten minutes. Leaving the hotel now.

Vengeance: Cool, I will grab my jacket and a few necessities we may need real quick and I'll meet you outside.

He handed the attendant his keys and had him bring his car around. He could feel the hunger growing inside. The unquenchable thirst for blood that drove him. There was nothing like looking into someones eyes at the moment of death and seeing the life force leave the body. What a rush! He stepped up as the attendant pulled up in his car. It was a Blue 2014 Chevy Cavalier and it was loaded. He slipped the attendant a twenty as he sat behind the steering wheel and shut his door.

His thoughts turned to his match as he drove down the road. Adam Young he really wasn't worried about. The guy just didn't have what it takes. He never did and he never will. Micky Saint wasn't a whole lot better. Sure he had some talent but didn't know what to do with it or how to nurture it. Neither one of them were anything to worry about. He would still have to make sure he is at the top of his game. Anything less was just unacceptable. To be honest, it didn't matter who he was going up against. He was on a mission and nothing was going to get in his way.

He pulled up in front of the hotel where Vengeance was staying and sure enough, there he was. Night Rider unlocked the door and smiled as Vengeance slid into the passengers seat.

Vengeance: When did you get this little beauty?

Night Rider: I've had it about a month now. It took them a while to add all the updates I requested. This baby may be a beauty but there's a beast inside her.

Vengeance: I can think of a few women who are that way.

Night Rider: I hear you there. Where should we begin our little escapade?

Vengeance: There's a little place on the outskirts of town I wanted to check out. I heard it was a hot spot for the local goths. It's right out on Creek road.

Night Rider: Sounds like a plan to me. Let's do this.

Night Rider turned up the stereo. Kid Rock sang about being 'Born Free' as the car screamed down the highway to the other side of town. Soon the houses were a little more sporadic and the trees became more prevalent. The stars danced above in a clear blue sky as the full moon lit their way. Just a little bit down the road they saw an elderly gentleman who looked like he hadn't bathed in a week holding a sign.

'Road to Nowhere'

That was all it said. Night Rider stopped the car and got out to question the man. As he got close the old man turned to him and pointed his shaky finger at him.

Elderly Man: You must not travel the road that leads to nowhere. Beware of it's dangers.

Night Rider started to ask why when the man disappeared right before his eyes. He looked down and all that was left was the sign he was holding. Night Rider picked it up and looked at it closely.

'Beware'

Was all that it said then. Night Rider did a double take to make sure he wasn't seeing things but sure enough there it was. Night Rider took the sign with him and tossed it into the back seat before stepping on it and getting the hell out of there. He didn't know what the hell just happened and didn't want to know

Night Rider almost drove right past the driveway. He had to hit the brakes and turn the wheels sharply to make the turn. He kicked up gravel as the tires attempted to get some kind of grip on the surface. Finally he pulled into the crowded parking lot and parked the car. When he shut the car off he turned to Vengeance and explained to him what had happened.

Vengeance: Man, that was some crazy shit. How can a sign just change like that and how in the hell does someone just disappear like that? It doesn't make sense.

Night Rider: I know it doesn't. Just make sure we are careful in here. You never know!

The two of the walked in the front door and looked around, sizing up the place. Night Rider made sure to check out where the exits were in case they needed to make a quick escape. There was a circular bar just ahead of them with tables towards the front of the bar. Behind the bar there was a dance floor and a stage where some Marylin Manson wanna-be screamed into a microphone. They walked over to a table and sat down.

Waitress: Hello, I will be your waitress for this evening. My name is Sandi. What can I get for you 2 men?

Night Rider didn't even hear or see the waitress walk up but there she was. He was relieved to see that she was actually pretty easy on the eyes. She had long fiery red hair that perfectly framed her her lovely face. He tried looking down to check out the rest of her when she bent over to place a napkin in front of them. The green low cut blouse opened up a little more. He couldn't look away. Her breasts were absolutely perfect, just the right size with large nipples that stood out.

Sandi: Uh, sir?

He hadn't realized that Vengeance already ordered and she was waiting on him to respond. Oh he was responding alright. Later he would have to show her just how.

Night Rider: What? Oh, yeah. I'll have a Jack and Coke. Sorry about that.

Sandi: It's fine. I'm flattered. I'll be right back with your drinks.

She turned and smiled as she walked away. Night Rider watched until she was out of sight. She was just as stunning from behind.

Vengeance: Dude, you got it bad.

Night Rider: Yeah but, damn she was sexy! Was she wearing a ring? I didn't notice her hands.

Vengeance: Not that I could see. She looks a little out of place here though doesn't she? Not the goth type at all.

Night Rider: Maybe she just likes the music, who knows. How come you don't have a match this week?

Vengeance: I'm just kind of taking a little break right now. I wanted some time to just enjoy life for a change. I see your in the running for the Television Championship.

Night Rider: Yeah, Seth has me going against Adam Young and Micky Saint in one match. Neforian, CJ Phoenix, and Lucious Starr in another one. Then Dexter Zurlak, Tony Hurricane, and Bad News Benson in the final one. The three winners take each other on next week and the winner gets the belt.

Vengeance: The first match should be no problem for you. Saint is the only real competition and he's nowhere near being in your league. Phoenix and Neforian are tough but you should be able to take them. Hell, that belt is as good as yours.

Night Rider: I'm not taking anything for granted though. Anyone can get lucky on any given night.

Vengeance: Yeah but being lucky isn't going to be good enough against you. Hey here she comes.

Sandi walked up and sat their drinks down in front of them. Was it just him or did she bend down just a little further when she sat his drink down? He looked up into her dreamy blue eyes and forgot what he was going to say. His mind scrambled for the right words but nothing came out.

Sandi: Aw. You're just too precious. I'll come back in a little bit to make sure everything is satisfactory. Enjoy gentlemen.

She turned and walked away, flipping her hair and swaying her ass just a little bit extra. She turned her head around and winked at him before disappearing into the crowd.

Vengeance: She's digging you man. You need to kick it with that one. You know what they say about redheads.

Night Rider: We'll see. Take a look at some of the freaks around here. There is no way in hell I would go out in public looking like some of these people are. How do you like that, Halloween in May!

Vengeance: At least I get paid to look the way I do. There's no excuse for them.

Night Rider: It sure would be nice to win that Television Championship. It's been a while since this waist had some gold around it!

Vengeance: Hell I don't think they have one big enough to fit you anymore.

Night Rider: What are you talking about?

Vengeance: Well you have put on a few pounds lately.

Night Rider: All the more to kick some ass with. I'm still just as quick and agile as ever.

Vengeance: I have no doubt that you are. Have you heard from Denise?

Night Rider: Not a peep. That's how she is though. I won't hear anything in forever and then she will pop up out of the blue. there are things that she has to take care of that I can't be a part of. Not that I would want to. She's dealing with some crazy SOB's. This shit we do is nothing compared to some of their crap.

Vengeance: I hear ya man. I hear ya. That is one life I could never live.

Night Rider: Anyway, I'm looking forward to starting over in the WCF and see how far I can get in singles competition for a while. I've been such a Tag Team Specialist for so long. It's time to focus in other directions for a change.

Vengeance: I'm behind you one hundred percent. Hey, check that out over there.

Some scrawny guy with spiked hair colored purple was screaming in Sandi's face. She was politely trying to calm the guy down. The bartender jumped over the bar and headed towards them. About that time the guy took a swing. Night Rider made a move in their direction and stopped as Sandi dicked and had the guy pinned on the floor in a matter of seconds. A bouncer came over and escorted the guy outside as Sandi looked Night Riders way and winked at him. Night Rider could only smile as he felt the bulge in his pants begging for more room.

Night Rider stood up and turned towards Vengeance.

Night Rider: I think it's time we went for a stroll. Take a look around outside and see what's going on.

Vengeance: I was just thinking the same thing. Seeing all that got the juices flowing. I need to hurt someone.

Night Rider: You and me both. Come on.

They left their drinks at the table and headed outside. A few clouds were gathering in the sky and it looked like rain. They walked around the side of the building where there was another parking area. There were some empty vehicles and others with people smoking in them. On the other side of the parking lot was a wooded area that went all the way around the building, enclosing it on three sides.

The two of them ducked into the darkness of the woods and followed them around unnoticed. In the area around the back there was an older model Chevy Van that was rocking like a rocking horse. They could hear the moans and sounds of ecstasy as they approached. Vengeance swiftly opened the back door and the two of them were inside in no time. They were shocked to see the guy with the spiked hair getting it on with a plastic doll.

Night Rider grabbed the doll and pulled the knife out of his back pocket. In one motion he sliced the doll in half as the guy began crying like a baby. Vengeance grabbed him from behind and hauled him out of the van into the woods. Night Rider turned off the van and locked it up before putting the keys in his pocket and following them. It sure was nice of the guy to just give it to them like that.

They pulled him deep enough into the woods that no one would hear him scream. Vengeance tied him to a tree before getting the keys from Night Rider and heading back to get rid of the van. Night Rider looked at the man and shook his head.

Night Rider: You should really learn how to treat a woman.

Guy: What the hell are you talking about? I was minding my own business when......

Night Rider: I'm talking about earlier when you disrespected the waitress in there and she kicked your sorry ass.

Guy: Oh that. I think she took care of that pretty good herself. Why do you have to get involved?

Night Rider: Because disgusting people like you make me sick. Was it really all worth dying over?

Guy: No, please don't kill me.

Night Rider: No sense in begging because it won't do you any good. You're going to die, that's a forgone conclusion. But first your going to hear a little story. You see, i'm a wrestler for the WCF. I travel all over the globe ridding humanity of worthless pieces of trash like yourself. Look at you, you're pathetic. Kind of like my opponent Adam Young. The guy has to hold the record for most losses in WCF history. He's a backwoods redneck just like you. That's why you really have to die. You have done traveled down your final road.

Guy: What road is that?

Night Rider: The road to nowhere my friend. The same road that both Adam Young and Micky Saint are destined to travel. Do you know how many ways there are to kill someone? Shut the fuck up I don't care if you know. The question is which way will you die? I could just leave you hear like that and let the animals have their way with you. I could take my knife and cut you just enough to stretch out the agony you will experience.

Night Rider laughed as the man began to cry like a little baby. He looked down and wasn't surprised to see the guy had done pissed his pants. Night Rider pointed at it while he continued laughing.

Guy: Why are you doing this to me?

Night Rider: Dude, I thought I made myself perfectly clear on that subject. You just don't know how to listen. Just like Micky Saint. The guy is going to find out the hard way that I am not someone to be fucked with. The two of them stand in my way of advancing and must be removed. Just like you must be removed from the face of this earth.

Night Rider slit the guys throat from ear to ear in one swift motion. His final words just a gurgle as he choked to death on his own blood. Night Rider made his way deeper into the woods where a crick ran through it. He washed up in the water and cleaned his knife before heading back to the bar.

He went inside and straight back to their table where Vengeance was sitting with a hot blond on his lap and his face buried in her chest. Night Rider sat down in his seat and downed the drink that was waiting for him. Vengeance whispered something to the blond who kissed him on the cheek and walked back to her table.

Vengeance: Man that was such a rush. All that bitch kept doing was begging me to let him go.

Night Rider: Yeah he sure turned out to be a little bitch. He ended up pissing his pants by the time I was done with him. Now he's just food for the wild animals out there.

Vengeance: Hey here comes your woman.

Night Rider turned to see Sandi walking towards their table with a huge smile on her face. She set down fresh drinks for them before looking at Night Rider and handing him a piece of paper.

Sandi: That's my private number. Give me a call sometime tomorrow and we'll hook up somewhere. That is, unless your not really interested?

She began to pull the piece of paper back but Night Rider grabbed it before she was able to. Night Rider grabbed her and pulled her close to him. He kissed her passionately before separating and sending her away. Night Rider high fived vengeance before sitting back down and taking a drink.

Vengeance: I told you she wanted you. It turned out to be a productive evening for everyone.

Night Rider: Yes it has. Now let's get out of here and find a place with a little better music. That band really sucked.

Vengeance: I know just the place, come on.

Night Rider: Uh oh, here we go again.

The two of them laughed as they climbed inside the car. Night Rider started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He turned onto the main road heading back into town when he saw the same man standing on the side of the road. One moment the sign read Beware. The next it read The Road to Nowhere. Night Rider floored it and headed straight for the guy. Moments before what should have been impact the guy was gone.

Night Rider hit the brakes and swerved just in time to keep from running right into a huge tree. He recovered and in no time they were back on the road. The two of them looked at each other and shook their heads. Vengeance opened the glove box and took out a blunt that Night Rider had placed there earlier. He took out his lighter and fired it up. He took a long hit off of it before passing it on to Night Rider.

Night Rider took a couple hits off of the blunt before passing it back. He let the weed do it's job as his thoughts turned to the match ahead. It wasn't the first triple threat match he had been involved in. They weren't his favorite but they were better than just one on one. Hell he would take them one on two if he had his way. He didn't really give a shit at all. They were both going down one way or another.

He saw a sports bar up ahead and pulled into the parking lot. He shut off the vehicle and the two of them went inside. They made their way to a table in the back near the pool table. Night Rider put some money in the slots and released the balls before racking them. Night Rider turned to say something to Vengeance and he was gone. Night Rider looked all around but Vengeance could not be seen.

A cute young waitress walked over to where he was at and smiled at him.

Amy: Hi there, I'm Amy and I will be your waitress. What can I get for you?

Night Rider: Before that. have you seen the guy I came in here with?

The waitress looked at him questioningly as she thought for a moment.

Amy: Sir? You came in here alone. I watched you walk from the door to the back here. No one was with you. Are you okay?

Night Rider just shook his head and smiled.

Night Rider: I'm fine. I'll have a Jack and Coke.

Amy: I'll be right back with it.

The waitress walked away and Night Rider had time to think. He had been alone? Had he been alone the whole time? Just what the hell was going on? He didn't know and sure couldn't wait to find out.

Voice: Are you going to break those balls or what?

Night Rider looked at the table and back at the stick in his hand. He walked over to the pool table and placed the stick down on it before turning and walking over to one of the booths and sitting down. Before long the waitress brought him his drink and while she was there he quickly ordered another one.

Amy: But you haven't finished that one yet.

Night Rider: By the time you get back with another one I will be done with this one.

He handed her a hundred dollar bill and told her to keep them coming. She walked away smiling as Night Rider picked up his glass and took a drink. He grabbed his cell phone and pushed Vengeance's number. A recorded message came on saying the cellular number was not in service. He put his cell phone back in his pocket, picked up his glass, and downed what was left. Was he losing his mind? He could have sworn that Vengeance had been with him. Oh well, fuck it.

The waitress brought him another drink and grabbed his empty glass. She looked at him with a worried look on her face as he sat there motionless and lost in thought. He went over what had transpired that day. He had called Vengeance and the two of them went out to have a few drinks. Dammit, Vengeance was with him. He finally gave up and grabbed his fresh drink. He downed it and headed for where the waitress was at. After giving her a substantial tip and paying for his drinks he went out the front door and headed for his car. He was just about to get in when he heard someone calling out his name.

Richard Cranium: Night Rider? Is that you? Damn man you haven't changed a bit.

Night Rider looked at him and it took a minute to sink in just who it was. Dick Head. The beat reporter who was always out for a scoop. Too bad he couldn't leave the drink alone long enough to be successful. Night Rider held out his hand and shook Richards extended hand.

Night Rider: I haven't seen you since Chesty LaRue rode you like a wild bull. What's up?

Richard Cranium: I was wondering if you were back in the game or not? I heard rumors that you were back in the WCF?

Night Rider: No, I don't do that anymore. It's against my religion.

Richard Cranium: Since when did you get religious?

Night Rider: Come on, man. Anyone can change. I'm the good guy now.

Richard Cranium: I can tell by the whiskey on your breath. Funny, ha ha.

Night Rider: I had you going for a minute there didn't I. Your rumors were correct although your a little bit late. I'm competing in a triple threat match this Sunday against Adam Young and Micky Saint. There are two other matches of the same type and the three winners face each other next week for the WCF Television Championship.

Richard Cranium: Singles? Your not doing the tag team with Denise D'Evil anymore?

Night Rider: Denise is taking care of some business right now. Who knows when or if she will return. Besides, I figured I needed to see what I could do on my own for a change. I'm not getting any younger you know.

Richard Cranium: I just saw you and wanted to say hello. I'm working for the Pro Wrestling Sentinel now and was thinking about running a story on you some time. What do you think?

Night Rider: Anytime man, just hit me up. You know where to find me.

Richard Cranium: Awesome dude. I'll do that.

Night Rider got into his car and headed back to the hotel. A nice hot bath and then he would check up on the competition a little bit. It always helped to watch a few films and get to know his opponents characteristics, see how they respond in different circumstances. The Micky Saint character intrigued him. Night Rider would bet that he isn't what his name says he is. He looked like he had a little touch of the evil inside of him. It will be interesting and fun to see just how much pain it would take for him to snap and release the demon inside him. Either way it wasn't going to do him any good. Micky just didn't have what it takes to defeat someone of his caliber.

He thought about it seriously and objectively for a moment and still came to the same reasoning. He was quicker, stronger, and able to take more punishment and be able to come back. Besides, he was on a mission and he wasn't about to let anyone stand in his way. Not Adam Young, not Micky Saint, or anyone else.

He pulled up to the front door and threw the keys towards the valet before heading inside. It was getting late, he was tired, and it had been one hell of a day. He wanted nothing more than to head straight for his room. It was time to say fuck the rest of the world for a while. He needed to find out just what the hell was going on.