Post by Night Rider on Jun 5, 2016 0:59:00 GMT -5
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls......
Edgar Allen Poe
The battle has been raging since the beginning of time. Good versus Evil. Ever since the serpent tempted Eve in the garden of Eden. In each of us, two natures are at war--The good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them. But in our own hands is the power to choose. What we want most to be is what we shall become.
Night Rider smiled as he drank his beer and listened to the news on the radio. It seems they were able to find his little present before the animals were able to devour it. They would be looking at surveillance tapes from the bar for leads. It was too bad they would come up empty handed. He was smart enough to avoid the cameras. It was a good clean kill. The bastard deserved it. Some people just didn't understand. He was the messenger and the deliverer of evil. It was up to him to rid the world of the unnecessary scum that plagued the earth. Yes it was a dirty job but it had to be done.
He was who he was and nothing or no one would ever change that. Some didn't like the fact that he cursed so much, fuck them. Some don't approve of the life he leads and the things he has done. Fuck them too! Would they rather he let the scums go on hurting innocent people? He never took a life that didn't need ending. People like Neforian seem to think that they are the saviors of the meek and timid. In fact, they are weak in spirit and unable to stand against pure evil.
Neforian seems to think he actually did something last week when he walked out of there with the belt. He shouldn't have won in the first place. Just because he had no problem with Bad News Benson doesn't mean a damn thing. He says he picked me apart? The only thing he was picking apart were the boogers in his nose. This time the results will be different. He would have him one on one. He was the one who will have no escape.
Night Rider stood up and looked out over the deck at the Ocean in the distance. He could see the waves and the surfers riding them as they made their way towards the shore. It was a beautiful day out today. Soon the sun would set and it would be time. Tomorrow he would be flying out to Reading for his match but tonight, tonight he would have some fun. He deserved it anyway. His training this week had gone well and he even got in a few extra sets this morning.
It had taken him a while but he was finally able to locate the person he was looking for. He watched as Ken Burnett rode up to the condo next door on a dune buggy. Night Rider quickly snapped a few photos to compare to the news clippings he had been sent. Just to make sure he wasn't going to kill the wrong person. He had decided against having anything more to do with The Organization. It was time he went solo anyway. There was always some scum of the earth that needed to be wasted and people payed very well to have it done. The way he looked at it he was just providing a service.
Like his particular contract here, Ken Burnett. The guy was a sick ass pedophile who had raped and murdered a young girl and got off on a technicality. Justice couldn't get the job done but he would. The guy had changed his name and looks a little bit but there was no denying that it was him. Night Rider couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. Neforian seems to be all about justice this and justice that. Well sometimes justice doesn't get it done. Just like Neforian won't get it done when they step into the ring. Sometimes it takes a little evil to prevail.
He really hoped that Neforian wasn't getting too accustomed to wearing that belt or being a champion. He was on a mission himself and he wasn't about to let Neforian stand in his way. It was time to finish what he set out to do and win the WCF Television Championship. He would wear it and defend it well. He would be a role model to all the little demons out there who still believed that a little good can come from evil itself.
Diablo: Bro, he's on the move again. He's going through the underground tunnels now. Heading towards the downtown area.
Night Rider: Bro, It sure is good hearing that again. I know it had to be done but, damn.
Diablo: I knew Hendricks was dirty and was going to blow his cover. He sent Cortez after me. I had to disappear until things settled down. A double was found and trained to take my place. It was him that you killed. I didn't realize that he would turn on you the way he did. Cortez or someone must have got to him. I killed Hendricks down in Barbados a week ago. Only then did I know that it was safe to come back.
Night Rider: My brother Diablo, back from the dead a second time. let's not make this a habit huh?
Diablo: You have a deal. Now how about we take care of this fucking child molester that the justice system let go Scott free. Since they couldn't do their job we'll do ours.
Night Rider: Hell yeah!
The two of them walked back inside. Diablo grabbed the tracking device and they headed out the front door. It was just starting to get dark out. The last remnants of daylight surrendered to the oncoming darkness. So the game begins again, good vs evil, light vs dark, justice vs the unjust, Neforian vs Night Rider. We all know who will stand victorious in the end!
They climbed into his car and followed the signal downtown. The little mall they had there would be closing and the kids from the arcade would be heading home. Night Rider figured the sick son of a bitch would head there. They went as far as possible in the vehicle and then got out on foot. They walked around to the back of the mall where it was darker and there was less traffic. As they turned the corner they saw him following a young teen girl. The two of them sped up and began closing ground when he stopped and turned around. Ken Burnett made his move and started to grab the girl. Diablo reached him first and brought him to the ground. The girl took off running and didn't look back.
They dragged him around to the dumpster area. Night Rider pulled the needle out of his pocket and removed the protective cap. He stuck the needle into the skin next to his eyeball and squeezed the liquid inside. Ken fell to his knees and began sweating profusely before he started foaming at the mouth. A few agonizing moments later and he was dead. Diablo picked him up and threw him into the dumpster. Night Rider threw the syringe in after him.
Diablo: Another job well done. Tell your contact the piece of trash has been disposed of.
Night Rider: He won't be hurting anyone else.
Diablo: No thanks to the justice system.
Night Rider: You can say that again. Let's go have a drink to celebrate.
Diablo: I hear you bro! I could use one myself. What time does the charter leave tomorrow?
Night Rider: Not until noon. I wanted to make sure I got plenty of sleep after tonight.
Diablo: Good, I know just the spot.
Night Rider: No, the last time you picked the spot we ended up around a bunch of freaks.
Diablo: Yeah, my Vengeance disguise really had you fooled. You looked like you were going crazy when I disappeared. Then I paid the waitress to tell you I was never there. I had to make sure everything was cool.
Night Rider: It doesn't matter right now. The fact is my brother is alive. That's what counts. Fuck all of the bullshit. Blood is blood. Why don't we check out that new place out on the pier?
Diablo: From what I heard it's supposed to be the hot spot around here. Almost as hot as the Cubs! Let's go.
They left the downtown area and headed towards the pier. The parking lot for the bar was packed so they had to park a block away. Night Rider made sure he locked the doors. It was a nice clear evening. The full moon stood above them like a guardian as they made their way to the bar. A big sign flashed above the building. 'Z-Bar Enjoy yourself it's later than you think' it read. The building itself looked like an old airplane hangar.
They walked in the front door and the first thing that hit them was the smoke, not cigarettes either. This place had more weed floating around it than a medical dispensary. Lasers flashed across the dance floor as a rock band was playing their version of 'Sweet child of mine' by Guns and Roses. There was a bar in the center of the building with tables around it, On the other side of the dance floor along the wall were booths.
A waitress walked up to them with a tray of drinks in her hand.
Cheri: There is an empty booth in the corner over there if you want to have a seat. I'll be there in a minute to take your order.
Night Rider thanked her as they walked towards the booth. They sat down one on each side and the waitress was right there.
Cheri: My name is Cheri and I will be your waitress for this evening. What can I get for you two?
Diablo: I'll have a Black Russian. How about you Night?
Night Rider: I'll have a Jack and Coke. Make sure it's a tall glass. I hate waiting for a refill.
Cheri: I'll keep an eye on you and make sure I keep them coming so you won't have to wait.
Night Rider watched as she walked away. She was okay looking, nothing special. From the front she was pretty plain and you could tell she was all business. Just what kind of business he wasn't sure yet. Maybe if he had enough drinks he would do her.
Diablo: Quit looking so hard you'll burn a hole in her panties. Have you heard anything from Denise? Is she going to join you?
Night Rider: I haven't heard from her in a while. I figure when the time is right she will show up.Until then it is what it is.
Diablo: Are you ready for your match tomorrow? I hear Neforian is pretty tough.
Night Rider: I'm more than ready. I have been waiting for this for a long time. A chance to wear the gold once again. And a singles title at that! Neforian may be tough but he's not going to be tough enough. I have a little score to settle with him once and for all. I'm going to show him that the Night Rider isn't someone to fuck with!
The waitress brought their drinks and sat them down in front of them. Night Rider smiled and handed her a hundred. He told her to keep them coming and if she needed more to let him know. She smiled back and thanked him before heading to another booth.
Diablo: It sounds like you're making this personal?
Night Rider: Your damn right this is personal, and I intend to personally kick his ass all over that ring. Neforian is going to wish he was back in the world of warcraft by the time I get done with him. That little comic book hero. He isn't ready for what I am going to put him through. Besides, he's the one who opened his mouth and started talking shit. Just like the little bitch he is. He's about to get a bitch slap he'll never forget.
Diablo: Bro, I sure would hate to be in his shoes. You sound really pissed.
Night Rider: Hell yes I'm pissed. Neforian should have never won that match in the first place. I'm just going to correct another injustice. Neforian knows he is already defeated before he even steps into the ring.
Diablo: Why do you say that bro?
Night Rider: Because he's not doing it for himself. He's doing it for the worthless fans. He should know that doing something for yourself is more important than doing it for someone else. You have more of a drive to succeed when it's for yourself. Guys like him never learn that. They think the fans are so important. The fans are nothing but marks in a carnival to be played and discarded. One day he'll figure it out, but it is Neforian were talking about. He may never get it.
Diablo: Some guys never do.
Night Rider: To think that the guy said we were somewhat similar. I don't know what he's smoking but the two of us are nothing alike. Neforian has no ideal what it is like to be me. When he has gone through the hell that we have gone through then let him criticize me. He wants everyone to feel sorry for him because he was picked on when he was a kid. Who gives a fuck!
Diablo: Really? He's pulling that move?
Night Rider: Yeah, he sure is. Hell there was a reason they picked on him then. He's still the same person now and if he wasn't big enough to stand up to it then he sure isn't now. He's still that lost little boy that no one likes. Poor little fucker. He's going to have to learn the hard way. Life is what you make it. You either take what you want or your not going to get it. That belt he has around his waist doesn't belong to him. It's just there on borrowed time. Tomorrow night it's going to be mine!
Janine: Excuse me, the place is packed may we sit with you two? My name is Janine and this is my sister Jasmine.
Night Rider looked up. Two women were standing there with drinks in their hands. On blond slid in beside Diablo while the redhead slid in next to him before they could even answer. Both were sexy as hell and Night Rider could tell they had more on their minds than sitting down.
Night Rider: Sure, have a seat. I'm Night Rider and this is my brother Diablo.
After that Night Rider and Diablo stood up, grabbed their drinks, and headed over to the bar where there were a couple of empty stools. Diablo laughed as he poked Night Rider.
Diablo: They actually think we are coming back. They think we are getting them drinks. What a couple of losers. I wasn't feeling them were you?
Night Rider: Not at all, too damn high maintenance with their type. They even sat down before we said they could. They're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight or this would be their last evening. Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? Oh yes, my match.
Diablo: Yes your match. Neforian seems to think of himself as some kind of hero or something.
Night Rider: Just a comic book hero like I said before. He doesn't approve of the way I live my life. He still believes the lie that good and the law will always prevail and will always be right. He is going to find out the hard way just how wrong he is. i'm his worst fucking nightmare come to life and he doesn't even realize it. He can't beat me one on one. There is no way I am going to let that happen. Not now, not ever!
Diablo: Neforian actually thinks the two of you are similar?
Night Rider: Yeah, imagine that. He doesn't realize that the biggest difference between the two of us will be the one that leads to his downfall. I'm bad enough to do the things he can only dream of doing. He wants to be me so bad he can't stand it. That's why he criticizes what I do so badly. Because he knows he would never have the guts to do it himself. The guy is so weak, he puts up a good front though. Too bad I can see right through it.
Diablo: He sure sounds like a phony to me. Guys like him deserve everything they get.
Night Rider: He is definitely going to get what he deserves tomorrow night when I take that WCF Television Championship away from him and put it around my waist where it belongs.
The two of them continue drinking and catching up on everything until the early morning. Soon a brand new day will dawn on the WCF. One more battle pitting good against evil. Only who is to say which one is which?
