Post by Night Rider on Jul 3, 2016 1:28:17 GMT -5
Night Rider sat straight up in bed. He had no ideal what had awoken him or what the hell was going on. When he finally remembered where he was at and regained his senses he looked around the room. A test pattern was on the television but the sound was muted. Evidently he had done it during the night when it came on. What little light it gave him let him see most of the area around him. There was a dresser with the television on it at the foot of the bed. To his left was the dining table and two chairs. There was a small fridge beside it and a microwave on the counter next to a small sink. On his right there was a door that led to the bathroom and a double window that was slightly open enough to allow the breeze to blow the curtains in.
That was strange. He thought he had closed the window and locked it before turning in. He must have really been high. He picked up the remote and attempted to change the channel. It wouldn't work. Suddenly the test pattern was gone. A shadow began to appear on the screen. The shadow image of a horse rearing back on his hind legs was there and then it was gone. Night Rider turned on the lamp beside the bed and stared at the television. Had he actually seen that or was him mind playing tricks on him?
First the black cat that looked like Shadow and now this. Was someone trying to tell him something? Maybe it was a sign that Denise would be coming back? He sure hoped so because he really missed her. It just wasn't the same without her here to share everything with. She would be happy seeing him going for the WCF World Tag Team Championship again. A title that the two of them wore and defended so proudly. A title they never should have lost. That was wrestling though and shit happens. Night Rider checked the time on the clock next to the bed. Four Thirty in the morning? Night Rider said fuck it, turned out the light and went back to sleep.
He woke up five hours later to the sound of someone screaming outside. Night Rider stood up and walked over to the door. As he opened the door he could see a woman who looked like she could be a linebacker for the Denver Broncos was pushing a puny skinny man wrapped in a sheet. In the distance he could see another female running bare assed naked down the road. The woman screamed at the guy again before grabbing him and smashing his head right into the back window of one of vehicles parked there. The man screamed out in pain as blood began oozing out of his forehead. The woman got scared when she heard sirens coming and took off running.
Night Rider laughed as he closed the door and sat down at the table. He flicked the switch on his coffee pot and it began to brew. He always got it ready the evening before so he wouldn't have to worry about doing it half asleep. Knowing him he would find a way to mess it up. Coffee Pots just didn't like him sometimes. he grabbed a Breakfast Bowl and threw it into the microwave. Both should be done about the same time. He sat down at the table and waited. As he did his thoughts turned to the upcoming match.
He knew that Adam Young was one tough competitor and Psych Dragon wasn't named that because he was a nice guy. Freezer Burn and him would have one tough match on their hands. Adam Young may not have the best won lost record but he was still one crazy son of a bitch. They would have to really wear him down. Psycho Dragon hard to figure out sometimes and could be dangerous. A battle like theirs would have to be won by sure will. Whoever wanted it the baddest and could withstand the most punishment would come out on top. He knew that he and Freezer Burn were ready. Their training this week really did some good. he just hoped everything went as it should.
If by the end of the night they were able to stand tall and have their hands raised in victory it would be the third time for him with three different partners. Something the AoD could be proud of. He knew Adam Young well, knew every move he would make. He had been in the ring against him many times and knew what made him tick. Sure he was one tough redneck but he just didn't have it in him to defeat someone of their caliber. No matter what you called it shit was still shit and that was what Adam Young and Psycho Dragon were. Nothing but a couple of pieces of shit ready to be disposed of!
Night Rider couldn't wait to get his hands on Adam Young again. He really didn't like the guy one bit. He couldn't understand why the guy would stick around as long as him and continue losing as much as he does. you think any smart person would have realized they weren't cut out for this and given up by now. But then Adam Young wasn't one of the brainiest people around. Too much southern inbreeding fucked him up.
He ate his breakfast bowl and drank his coffee as he fired up his laptop and waited for it to come on. When it was ready he navigated to the WCF website. He noticed a promo done by Young and clicked on it. He almost choked on his coffee laughing as it played out. If nothing else the guy could always make it as a comedian. Night Rider decided to send him a little message of his own. He turned on his video camera on the laptop and began to record.
Night Rider: Adam Young and Psycho Dragon, the two of you are about to experience the most pain and agony you have ever felt in your life. Freezer Burn and myself are going to make an example out of the two of you and prove to the rest of the WCF why we deserve to be the World Tag Team Champions. That's right bitch. There is no way in hell that the two of you can win. Your just not good enough. Sure, your tough and your a couple of nasty competitors who give it everything they have. The only problem with that is everything you have isn't good enough. Freeze and I are so much better than the two of you could ever dream of being.
Adam, you talked a lot of shit the last time we met and did you come out victorious then? No! Just like you won't this time. How many times do you have to be beaten before you realize this just isn't your gig? Dude, your funny as hell. Why don't you start a new career as a comedian? Or better yet, a clown? Now there's something you could do. No wait, Psycho can be the clown. He could even perform with you. Just a thought for after you lose. You see, The Angels of Death aren't so bad. Not only will we kick your ass but we'll find you another way to survive. Isn't that nice of us? I even know a little spot where you can get a gig at, Jukebox Comedy Club. There you go.
You see, this was all inevitable. Those belts were meant to come back to the AoD. Freeze and I will defend them proudly against any and all comers. We are an all inclusive team, we will kick everyones ass! Adam Young and Psycho Dragon I hope the two of you are ready because we definitely are. See you in the ring bitches.
Night Rider turns off the video cam and posts the video to the website. Maybe they would take his advice and maybe they wouldn't. After posting he turned his laptop off and shut the top. He walked over and grabbed a joint out of his nightstand drawer and fired it up. Nothing like a nice wake and bake to start the day. He couldn't wait for the match. He was ready to start pounding some flesh again, couldn't wait to see their opponents blood begin to flow. Couldn't wait for the rush of the competition and coming out victorious. This was going to be a war! Their quest for the gold was about to begin.
