Post by Night Rider on Oct 28, 2018 1:44:40 GMT -5
"Vincent Augustine, quite an impressive repertoire you have there. So far you have done well for yourself. That's all about to come to an end on the darkest evening of the year. A night when you will face the darkest wrestler in the WCF. I don't give a shit about anything you may have to say. I am going to say my piece and then you can kiss my ass."
Haddonfield, Illinois, the wooden sign read. The population was scratched out to where you couldn't tell how many lived there. Instead it simply read 'HELL' in red letters. Night Rider pulled his Night Rod Special over to the side of the road and hid it behind a bunch of bushes. He would travel the rest of the way on foot.
He made his way into the wooded area as the bright moonlight lit his way. He was surprised he still remembered where the old place was at. It had been so many years since he had been there. Michael Myers was a legend. The two of them knew each other from the Haddonfield State Mental Hospital when Night Rider had to spend a little time there to take care of some business. Of course he hadn't seen or heard from him since the old place was shut down.
"Can you feel the tension in the air Vin Man? It's so thick you can cut it with a knife. Michael Myers liked knives. I like them a lot too. I always carry one or two with me. They say that getting cut can be worse than being shot. Especially when it's in the gut and you slowly bleed to death, very painful indeed. Speaking of pain, how much can you endure? Do you even know? Every man has a limit. I'm about to find out yours."
He came around a bend and the trees thinned out. In the distance he could see the old abandoned building lurking like an angry spirit. It looked spookier than he remembered.
He walked slowly up the concrete steps and made his way to the front door. No use knocking, there was no one to answer but the ghosts that haunted the halls. The door stood slightly ajar as he approached it. A little nudge and it opened the rest of the way. Cobwebs hung from the ceilings and spiders lurked in the corners as he made his way through the hallways. He knew the way like the back of his hand and in no time he was there.
The door to Michael's room still had the yellow caution tape on it to keep people out. Most of the door was missing and Night Rider pushed open what was left and stepped inside. Yes, this place will be perfect for his plans. He would find the perfect victim and bring her here. A nice little homage to Michael Myers. Another little trophy for his case.
"Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. Even more than Christmas. I always wanted to kick Santa's ass. Of course, Santa pretty much stayed away from the streets where I lived, someone would steal his sleigh and fuck his reindeer. Halloween was the perfect night to go door to door and scope out my victims. Plus I got free candy too. Shit those were the days. Killing was so much more of a rush back then. Have you ever killed someone Vin man? Ever looked into someones eyes at the exact moment they die? I doubt it very much. You don't have the guts!"
"Just like you don't have the guts to do what it takes to defeat me. It's just not in you. You're too organized and too neat in the ring. I bet you sit and plan out every move your going to make before your match. Me, I could give a fuck. But I don't. I go out there with one thing in mind and that is stopping my opponent at any and all costs! I don't care if I use the Drop of Death or a simple fucking clothesline. Whatever it takes to stop you and defeat you!"
He made his way out through the back kitchen area and headed towards town. He wore his Black Leather jacket and Black jeans to help him hide in the shadows. He saw a house with it's lights on and watched through the window as the family gathered in the living room. They were finishing up watching a movie and were getting ready to head to bed. There was a young son about seven and an older daughter about twelve. Neither of them would do. The father looked like a small weak man but his wife looked just delicious. She had long flowing red hair and bright blue eyes. Her face seemed to glow like an angels. She had large firm breasts and a slim waist. Yes, she would be perfect.
He made his way around to the back of the house and watched as the different lights went on and off. Thunder roared in the distance as a storm made it's approach. He walked up to the back door and took his special toy out of his pocket. He placed it inside the lock and turned it. Just like that he was inside the house. He took his night vision glasses out of his pocket and put them on as he made his way through the back of the house towards the staircase.
He took the rag and small bottle of chloroform out of his pocket and poured a little of the substance on the rag before resealing the bottle and putting it away. He checked the first door he came to and opened it. The boy was in bed covered up and sleeping. In the next room the daughter was laying in bed with earplugs in her ears doing something on her cell phone. He made his way to the parents room and listened.
Husband
Come on, let's have sex tonight. It's been so long!
Wife
I told you I don't really feel like it.
Husband
You always say that!
Wife
I just don't get the urge anymore.
Husband
Come on, please.
Wife
Oh alright, just make it quick!
Husband
Oh baby yes. oops.
Wife
What? Already? You mean that's it? Geez!
Night Rider keeps his chuckle in as he hears the wife get up and walk towards the door. He steps back out of sight until she comes out and walks past him. He follows her to the bathroom and listens as she pees and then he hears a humming sound for a few minutes before she comes back out with a smile on her face. As soon as she is past him he puts his arm around her and places the rag over her mouth. She collapses into his arms and he carries her out of the house.
He throws her over his shoulders and makes his way back the same way he came. Right back to where it all began. He carried her up to Michael's room and placed her down in the bed after removing the dirty linen. He tore up the old sheets and secured both arms and legs to the bed frame. She was completely naked and wide open. Her breasts were full and firm. The hair around her vagina was nice and trim. Her pussy was wet with cum and her clit was red and swollen.
He smiled as he laughed to himself. The old man couldn't satisfy her so she had to do it herself. Poor woman, he thought as he brought his blade across her throat. The blood began to slowly make it's way out of the thin red line that appeared on her neck. Then he took the blade and shoved it straight up her pussy! She sat up and screamed before collapsing back down onto the bed. He wondered if THAT was man enough for her. He wiped everything down including the bottle and left it with the gloves he used.
He made his way back out the front door and walked over to his Harley. He walked it out from behind the bushes before getting on. He kicked it once and it started right up. In no time he was back on the road and heading for the town motel like nothing happened. A nice shower, and a good buzz was all he needed for a good nights sleep. What a rush! Then he gets to get up tomorrow and do it all over again.
"Do you get it yet Vin man? Unfortunately my last opponent didn't get it either, until it was too late. I'm really hoping that you at least put up a little more of a fight. Hell, I barely broke a sweat last time. Want some respect Vin man? Make me work! Come on, give it everything that you have got. You're going to be needing it. Make sure you get plenty of rest, you'll be needing that too. You see, Vin man. I am someone who just doesn't give a fuck about anything! Anything but my son, that is."
"Do you want to know what I think about you, Vin man? I think you are noting but a fucking little bitch boy who never had to work for a thing his whole life. Now you think you're some kind of bad ass and want to try your hand at wrestling. You're in for a big shock Vin man. Here nothing is ever handed to you. Here you have to break a sweat. Do you even know what that is? I doubt it! You wouldn't know what hard work was if it jumped up and kicked you in the balls. I bet you've never swung a sledgehammer or worked a concrete saw."
"I can already hear you asking what all that has to do with wrestling. It's all about intestinal fortitude Vin man. Those who have it succeed while those who don't. Well, you know that don't you? If you don't your about to find out the hard way. Hey, afterwards how about we go do some trick or treating? When I'm done with you a mask won't even be needed. You'll already be a bloody mess. It's the least I can do for you Vin man. Especially after kicking your sorry ass all around that ring. Inside and out! I'll even take a look under the ring and see if there are any goodies there I can introduce to your head. Not that I need to but it will be so much fun. Don't you think so? We're going to have one bloody good time."
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