Post by Night Rider on Jul 10, 2016 9:29:05 GMT -5
The evenings matches were over. The fans had all cleared out. The cleaning crew had long been gone. The roadies were removing the last remnants of what used to be the ring. Night Rider stood there in the center of it all with his WCF World tag Team Championship belt over his shoulder. He looked at it proudly as his thoughts turned to their match. They had done it, they had finished what they set out to do. Now they would have to hold on to the titles. Now they would be targets. Every team in the world would be joining forces just to come after them and try taking them away. Now the fun was about to begin.
Three times now. Three times he has held the Tag Team Championship and he did it with three different partners. Not many could say that. What a night it had been. He still couldn't believe it. He just wish that Denise could have been here to enjoy it with him. Tonight was for her. Wherever she was.
He was distracted when he heard movement behind him. He turned to see Oblivion making his way towards him. The big man held out his hand as he began to speak.
Oblivion: What's up dude? Everything okay?
Night Rider: Yeah, I was just soaking it all in. It's been a while.
Oblivion: You did it man. You are the Tag Team God just like It is the Hardcore God! It's who we are. Anyway I just wanted to check on you and make sure everything was cool.
Night Rider: Yeah, I'm going to chill out here a little bit and head out. I saw a nice little spot on the edge of town that looked promising. Think I'll check it out for a bit. Good seeing you again my friend.
Oblivion: Same here, I'll call you tomorrow afternoon sometime about some ideals I have.
Night Rider: Awesome, I'll be waiting to hear from you.
Oblivion turned and walked away as Night Rider looked up into the lights and the stands surrounding him. What a night it had been and it was only going to get better. He just had that feeling. He turned to head back towards the locker rooms when he heard a small voice call out to him.
Damien: Excuse me, Night Rider. Can I have your autograph? I know you don't usually do stuff like that but I would appreciate it. Your my favorite wrestler.
Night Rider looked at the boy and thought about it for a minute before taking the little notebook and pen from him.
Night Rider: Sure kid. It's your lucky night tonight. I'm feeling generous. What's your name?
Damien: It's Damien Sir.
Night Rider: Damien it is, and don't call me Sir. I work for a living.
Damien: Yes Si.... Night Rider. Thank you.
Night Rider scribbled something in the kids book before handing it back to him. The kid turned and ran to his waiting parents in the distance. It was so good being on top. Knowing that you have what everyone else wants. They would be ready for it, ready for the parade of challengers that would come before them. He wondered if they would be defending their titles next week. It didn't matter. Whoever they went up against didn't stand a chance. He decided it was time to leave and headed out of the arena.
When he stepped outside he could feel a certain chill in the air. It could mean an incoming front bringing storms with it. It didn't matter because he would be heading out of town tomorrow and heading to wherever they would be appearing at next. He should be gone long before the storms hit. He zipped up his leather jacket and turned up his collar as he walked out to his vehicle. He opened the trunk. Opened a large black case and placed the championship belt inside. He closed the case, closed the lid, and everything went black.
He had no ideal where in the hell ha was at or how the hell he had gotten there. All he knew was his head hurt like hell and he felt like he had been hit by a damn truck. He opened his eyes and waited for them to adjust to the dim lighting. He was in a bedroom. His hands and legs were tied to an old Army cot. He could barely lift his head enough to see a desk along one wall and an old television sitting on top of it. There was a door to the left of that and it was closed. There was another door to his left and it also was closed. There was a dresser that sat under a window to his right. The window was closed and covered with a film of dust. You couldn't even tell if it was day or night.
He wondered how long he had been here. How long had he been unconscious? He had no ideal. He tried moving his hands to loosen the ropes but it wouldn't work. There was no getting loose. He closed his eyes and waited for whoever restrained him like this to return. There was no way he could do anything until he got whoever it was to cut him loose.
It seemed to take forever before Night Rider finally heard some movement. He opened his eyes to see a woman with long red hair hanging down around her face so he couldn't see it. She was wearing an Adam Young T-Shirt and a pair of daisy duke shorts that left nothing to the imagination. If she were about a hundred pounds lighter she wouldn't have looked too bad. As it was her huge breasts hung down to her top stomach. Top stomach because he could swear she had three of the damn things. One hanging over the other on down. He legs looked like an elephant was walking into the room. It was probably a good thing that her hair was hiding her face. He could imagine how bad it looked. her voice sounded raspy and hoarse as she spoke.
Matilda: Oh, you are finally awake. I thought I may have really done some damage. I want to make sure you suffer for what you did. Your partner was lucky I didn't grab him before he skedaddled out. I'll get him too. You just wait and see. Oh yeah, you'll be dead before then. How's it feel mister big bad night rider? Not so tough now are you? Lil ol' Matilda took you out. How about that. I should be wearing that belt. I would have it too if you hadn't locked it up. How dare you do what you did. How could you. He's such a good boy. You shouldn't have done that.
Night Rider: Lady shut the fuck up already. Damn! What the fuck did I do?
Matilda: You know dam well what you did. You defeated Adam Young and his partner. They should have won those belts not the two of you. I'm going to fix it though. I will eliminate the two of you and then they can get the belts.
Night Rider couldn't believe it. This woman was fucking crazy. How in the hell was he supposed to get her to let him go? He could try sweet talking her. She was obviously lonely and desperate. Just looking at her told him that much. Oh well, it was worth a try.
Night Rider: Why would a sexy woman like you be hung up on a loser like Adam Young? I mean come on, the guy is a perennial loser. You should come on over to the dark side.
Matilda: You really think I'm beautiful?
Night Rider: Of course you are.
Matilda: That's sweet. I always thought you were an asshole. Maybe I was wrong.
She flung her hair from off her face and Night Rider did everything he could just to keep from throwing up. There were warts on top of warts and other bumps oozing some fouls smelling liquid. The closer she came the worst she smelled. It was about to the point where he couldn't take any more when the front door burst open and five police officers in riot gear came crashing through.
The woman turned and reached between one of her fat rolls for a gun but the officers fired first. Night Rider watched as each bullet hit her body and ripped a piece out of it. He watched her jerk as if she were doing some weird dance before she finally fell to the floor. Hundreds of bugs began spilling out from her clothes and began scurrying around. One of the officers untied Night Rider and took his statement before shipping him off to the hospital in an ambulance to be checked out. Matilda was taken in another ambulance, which crashed along the way and the body had disappeared.
It was another day when Night Rider opened his eyes. He could tell by the sun shining through the window. His head still hurt him a little bit. His wrists and ankles were sore from the ropes but other than that he was okay. Except for finding out that it wasn't the next day but the day after that. Somehow he had been out for two days. It was about five hours later before he was released from the hospital with a concussion.
He hailed a taxi cab and had it take him back to the arena. He had to find out if his car was still there and more importantly, his championship belt. His car was in fact still there and when he dug his key out and opened the trunk his case with his belt was still there. He drove his car back to the hotel and went up to his room. He took a hot shower and changed clothes before sitting down at his computer to check the WCF website. At least he would be able to find out who he would be facing this week.
He was kind of let down to find out they wouldn't be defending their titles this week. Both he and Freezer Burn were in singles competition. Freezer Burn going against Henry Spearman and he would be taking on Vic Viceroy. Vic Viceroy? Who in the hell was Vic Viceroy? He didn't care who it was. It really didn't matter. It was just another opponent to go through. He was already a couple days behind on his training so he would have to step it up a little bit before Sunday. The mystery man Vic Viceroy was going to be wishing he had stayed a mystery by the time Night Rider was done with him.
Authors Note
Not completely finished but I ran out of time. Leaving for work in five minutes. Couldn't do a no show and have been way too busy at work this week. Sorry.
