Post by Night Rider on Jun 11, 2016 20:27:13 GMT -5
He took a nice long hit off of his pipe before heading back into the locker room. He could feel the anger building inside him like a bomb about to explode. He took another hit hoping it would help it ease the coming storm. Then the shit hit the fan.
Fuck Neforian! Fuck Bad News Benson! Fuck the television title! As far as Night Rider was concerned Seth could take that title and shove it straight up his fucking ass! Night Rider was pissed! He was REALLY Pissed! After throwing shit around the locker room and busting up a few of the lockers Night Rider took his wrestling gear and threw it into the nearest toilet before walking out of the building. The way he felt right now he was about to say fuck everything and everyone! Why the hell bother anymore. The bullshit just wasn't worth it anymore.
He still couldn't believe that he had lost. How the hell had he let it happen? He kept going over the match in his head and still couldn't figure it out. Then it hit him like a damn ton of bricks. He had gotten soft. Somewhere along the way he had become stagnant. The more he thought about his matches lately the clearer it became. It was time to make some changes. It was time to go back to doing things the way he used to do them, kicking some ass and not giving a fuck about what everyone thought of him.
He walked out of the arena and just kept going, not even bothering to get in his car. Fuck it, he'll just get another one. Right now all he wanted to do was walk and burn off the damn frustration building inside him. He had no ideal where the hell he was going and he really didn't give a shit! One way or another he was just going to have to deal with it. This wasn't the old WCF. The competition was stronger and the only way to fight now was to change his ways. Here he was about to shock the world by being a good guy and putting an end to the wrongdoings in the federation. 'Anarchy' he was going to call it.
What the fuck was he thinking? He must have lost his damn mind. There was only one way to go and you didn't get there by being mister nice guy! If he wanted to be a winner he had to be true to himself. It was time to bring hell back to the WCF! It was time for the Angels of Death to ride again. Not the ones who just went through the motions the last time. A newer, stronger, more deviant AoD. The time for giving a fuck was over. Oblivion may have been able to pull off the trick by being a so called good guy. He was still AoD at heart and one day he was going to wake up and realize it.
He had one person in mind to be a part of the new AoD and that was one of his partners this week. Freezer Burn would fit right in with his plans. He was a wily veteran who just didn't give a shit. he would see how well they would be able to work together. He kept walking as the frustration continued to build. He should have never tried being someone he just wasn't.
Stranger: Excuse me sir. Can you spare some change?
Night Rider stopped and looked at the bum like he had lost his mind. The street was empty except for the two of them. He stood there holding out a Styrofoam cup. His clothes were dirty and torn. He smelled like he hadn't taken a bath, ever! his hair was greasy and stringy. It was so dirty Night Rider couldn't even tell what color it was. Hell, he couldn't even tell how old the fucker was.
The bum began to back away as Night Rider continued to stare at him. Night Rider reached out and grabbed him by the throat and held him up in the air, He began to add pressure and he could feel the guys very life slipping away. No, he wouldn't take it that far this time. He sat the guy down on the ground and began slapping him as he spoke.
Night Rider: You listen here you lucky son of a bitch. You don't know who you are fucking with. I could have very easily killed you right now. You get the fuck out of here before I change my damn mind.
Night Rider let him go. The bum took off running down the street, leaving a trail of funk behind him. Night Rider just shook his head as he looked up at the sky. The full moon had a reddish tint to it making it look almost eerie glow. The clouds seemed to sweep it along with them as they danced across the sky. The warm wind felt relaxing as it began to soothe his weary body. he could feel his strength returning. He continued to walk as the trees on both sides of the street seemed to welcome him with every step.
He did have to give Neforian credit for putting up one hell of a battle and retaining the Television Championship. That was okay, it was what it was. The guy was good. Now he had next week to think about. He wondered who he would be facing. It really didn't matter. It was time for him to start getting things in motion. That is what he would do. He would get in touch with those who he found worthy and he would make them an offer. He wondered if Denise would come back. She would enjoy the things that were going to happen.
He saw a small motel up ahead and figured he would grab a room and call it a night. Tomorrow he would head out again and see where the road would take him. He was pissed about one thing though. He left his damn weed back in his gym bag that his wrestling gear was in. No way he was going to smoke that shit. He would just have to see about getting some. The motel was just a run down side of the road deal with twelve rooms. Six of them on one level and six on the top level. It was run down but at least it looked halfway clean and bug free.
Bingo! As soon as he stepped through the front lobby door he could smell the weed in the air. Someone had been smoking and tried to cover it up with some febreeze shit. He could still tell. An older white guy with a beer belly and bloodshot eyes looked like he could barely stand behind the counter.
Alex Whiteside: How help you I? I mean, how can I help you?
Night Rider: Room you give me! Much how? I mean how damn much?
Alex Whiteside: Yyyyyyeeesssss aaaa sssssssssssss
Night RiderL Today Junior!
Alex Whiteside: Yes sir! Room Seven is empty and ready. It is the first one upstairs on the left. Hhhhhhhere's yyyyour kkkey ssssssss.
Night Rider grabbed the key and slammed a fifty on the counter before storming back outside and up the metal steps along the front of the building. The key didn't want to work at first and Night Rider was about to kick the damn thing in when it finally did the trick. The room was smaller than he was accustomed to. It had a twin size bead and a night stand on one side of the room. there was an old television that looked like it was from the seventies.
The walls were a lime green color and the ceiling had a yellow tint to it, Night Rider figured they were white at one time. There was a painting of a lighthouse and waves crashing on the shore as a storm could be seen rolling in from a distance. Night Rider liked it at once. There was a nice thick bed spread with a blue flower pattern that looked nice and warm. There was a small brown chair with very little padding. There was a door off to the right that led to the bathroom. It was the same color as the room itself and consisted of a toilet and a small shower. At least it looked clean and smelled like bleach.
He threw his jacket on the chair and sat down on the corner of the bed for a second before getting back up and heading outside. He remembered seeing a soda machine outside and really needed a drink. He dug into his pocket for two bucks and placed it into the machine. He pressed the button for a Mountain Dew and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally he got pissed and began shaking the machine until it was about to fall over. Two bottles of Mountain Dew fell out along with a shit load of change. He said fuck it and stuck the change in his pocket. It serves them right for having a shitty machine.
At least the soda was nice and cool. He put one in the freezer and sat down with the other. His thoughts began to turn to his last match. He sure had to give Neforian credit for being smart enough to capitalize on an opening when he saw it. he would have to make sure and not telegraph his move so much the next time. There would be a next time! It would be a cold day in hell when Night Rider would walk away from what he was born to do. Who in the hell did everyone think he was? He was sure about to show them just what kind of person he could be when he wanted to be.
The Mountain Dew was nice and refreshing going down his parched throat. He stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes. His head was beginning to spin. He felt like he was falling into an eternal darkness. Spiraling downward into nothing. Then the lights went out.
He didn't know what time it was when he woke up and he had no ideal where the hell he was at. He could see the hot sun beaming through the curtains as he sat up. He could tell even before going out that it was already hotter than hell. He looked at the small clock on the night stand. he couldn't believe it said that it was nearly two in the afternoon. Night Rider used the phone in the room to call a cab and then grabbed his shit before heading out his door.
When he stepped outside he saw a police vehicle, fire truck and ambulance pull up in front of the motel. Some scrawny guy was laying underneath the soda machine. Evidently he had tried to shake it and it fell on him. Night Rider just laughed as the cab pulled up and he climbed inside. The dumb fuck should have known better. A weakling like him trying to do a mans job. He'd be lucky if all he got out of it was a few broken ribs. he'll learn not to do it again.
When he got back to his room at the Marriott he found that he had four messages waiting for him. Three of them were from Diablo and the other didn't leave anything except a hang up after the beep. Oh well, Fuck them. If they couldn't leave a message too damn bad. He dialed Diablo's number to let him know his big brother was okay. he still couldn't believe that Diablo was alive. Especially when he thought he had killed him with his own hands.
He quickly showered and got dressed then sat down for a nice hot cup of coffee, along with a little brandy to smooth it over as it went down. He grabbed his laptop from the dresser and plugged it in. He sure hoped the wifi here was working. Luckily it was and he was able to navigate to the WCF website. He quickly clicked on the upcoming card link and scanned through the matches.
What the Fuck? Internet Contendership match? What the fuck did he know about the damn Internet except to check the website. He didn't have time to spend wasting away chatting it up or putting all his business out there like some damn lonely housewife. Internet Championship hell, lazy ass championship is what he called it. What the fuck though, a title was a title. Either way it would give him a little more leverage for when he unveils his plan.
Who in the hell were the Empire anyway? Oh yeah, that's right. Adam Young and his bunch of cronies. Was this some kind of fucking joke? I mean really? This guy stands about as much of a chance as a snowball in hell. Seth must have been out of his fucking mind. Here he should be fucking main eventing and he's stuck with lowlifes like Adam Young. That's okay, he would make Adam Young and every one of his little butt buddies pay for everything. He would make sure and inform Freezer Burn to not worry about holding anything back because the talent against them was so worthless. He didn't know enough about their other partner Drag except that he seemed to be tough enough to hold his own. What a sad day it was going to be for the Empire, it was about to come crashing down.
He opened the closet and took out the briefcase inside. After opening it he took out his emergency weed and quickly rolled himself a blunt. Fuck it, it was time to catch a decent buzz.
Damn this was some good shit. He could feel himself beginning to float off the ground. Yeah, this was what he needed. Nice and peaceful. Relaxing and comforting. Nice.
FUCK YOU!
None of you bitches know who in the hell you are fucking with. I swear Seth Lerch himself set you bitches up to get rid of you. Adam Young, you and your bitches are going to get your asses kicked so hard I'll knock your teeth out from behind. Did you really actually think that you would stand a chance in this match? hell, I could go out there and give ten percent and still kick every one of your sorry asses. I used to think that eventually you would show some improvement and begin to move up in the ranks. Instead your stuck in the same place you were at when you started. You are the Barry Horowitz of the WCF. I think I told you that before but you still didn't take the hint and give the fuck up. It's time your sorry ass found another profession because this one isn't working out too well for you.
But then, I thought you would have realized that by now. You must really be a glutton for punishment and that's a good thing because you are going to be getting plenty of it. They better have an ambulance close by because they were definitely going to need one. Seth, this really wasn't fair at all. Setting these poor fools up like that. You should be ashamed of yourself. We will not be responsible for what happens. Don't forget that! See you bitches in the ring. Oh yeah, Fuck you!
