Post by Night Rider on Dec 18, 2011 17:34:10 GMT -5
He looked around to make sure the coast was clear. No one was in sight except for the lone security guard at the gate, Who looked like he was about to make his rounds. Night Rider knew he had to make his move now. He made his way under the cover of darkness. The sky above even deny the moon from shinning in it's glory. he creeped his way up behind the guard in the blink of an eye and was upon him in no time. He hit him just right and the guard was out before he knew what hit him. Night Rider grabbed the keys from the guards belt and unlocked the gate. He went in, Searching for the key to the next door. He found it, Unlocked the door and went inside. After searching through all of the containers he finally found what he was looking for. He grabbed a large brown gunny sack and placed the object inside. Night Rider made his way out of the building and back past the guard. He replace the keys to the guards belt and left the way he had come. He put the bag on the back seat of his Charger and made his way back towards the arena. He couldn't wait until they got a look at the surprise he had in store for them. If Nathan Von Leibert could have a friend with him then the Night Rider would have one too! Let someone tell him he can't, Just let them try. He looked back at the bag as it writhed in the bag. You can't wait either can you buddy. he says as he bursts out in an eerie laugh.
After pulling into the driveway and honking the horn twice he waited for Angel Fyre to make her way out. She grabbed the bag from the back seat as night Rider pulled the car into the garage and shut the door. he turned off the car and went inside to meet up with Angel Fyre.
Night Rider stepped into his den in the basement of his house. It was completely finished, Fully carpeted and had a fully stocked bar with two stools that sat in front of it. There were various different awards and clippings that lined the walls. Headlines from the golden age of wrestling featuring such greats as the Von Erichs, King Kong Brody, Steve Williams. Names that ring of fame and glory. Above the fireplace across from the bar was a Worlds Heavyweight Championship belt, Once worn by the great Harley Race. A present given to Night Rider from his father, Who trained some of the best in the business. Night Rider walked over to the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey. After downing it he poured another before catching his breath.
Night Rider: It's colder out there than those bitches on the weather say it is supposed to be. Is our little friend adjusting to his new surroundings?
Angel Fyre: He rolled right up on his rock and went to sleep. How did it all go? Any problems at all?
Night Rider: Nope, Not at all. As a matter of fact, The guard should be waking up right about now. I made sure and put the keys back so he wouldn't know they were taken. They will just be short one attraction when they open up for business tomorrow.
Angel Fyre: Just wait until Nathan Von Leibert gets a look at him. I don't think we will be seeing much of "Rocky" anymore.
They both laugh hysterically before being cut off by the ringing of the phone. Angel Fyre reaches over and grabs the receiver.
Angel Fyre: Yeah, Mission accomplished. Everything is set and ready to go. Yeah, We're both here. Okay, See you in a bit then.
Angel Fyre turned towards Night Rider and raised her glass to toast.
Angel Fyre: To a job well done. What are you going to name him?
Night Rider: I think I am going to name him Diablo. What better name for a friend of the Angel of Death. Let NvL come anywhere near us with that nasty disease infested rat and see what happens. Plus it will make a nice little distraction for any of my opponents.
Angel Fyre: When are you going to reveal him to the rest of the WCF?
Night Rider: What better place than at ONE! Whatever match I am in I feel sorry for my opponent. They will be in for one BIG surprise. Is he coming over?
Angel Fyre: Yeah, He should be here soon. Everything is all set.
Night Rider: Good, I can't wait.......
(to be continued)
After pulling into the driveway and honking the horn twice he waited for Angel Fyre to make her way out. She grabbed the bag from the back seat as night Rider pulled the car into the garage and shut the door. he turned off the car and went inside to meet up with Angel Fyre.
Night Rider stepped into his den in the basement of his house. It was completely finished, Fully carpeted and had a fully stocked bar with two stools that sat in front of it. There were various different awards and clippings that lined the walls. Headlines from the golden age of wrestling featuring such greats as the Von Erichs, King Kong Brody, Steve Williams. Names that ring of fame and glory. Above the fireplace across from the bar was a Worlds Heavyweight Championship belt, Once worn by the great Harley Race. A present given to Night Rider from his father, Who trained some of the best in the business. Night Rider walked over to the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey. After downing it he poured another before catching his breath.
Night Rider: It's colder out there than those bitches on the weather say it is supposed to be. Is our little friend adjusting to his new surroundings?
Angel Fyre: He rolled right up on his rock and went to sleep. How did it all go? Any problems at all?
Night Rider: Nope, Not at all. As a matter of fact, The guard should be waking up right about now. I made sure and put the keys back so he wouldn't know they were taken. They will just be short one attraction when they open up for business tomorrow.
Angel Fyre: Just wait until Nathan Von Leibert gets a look at him. I don't think we will be seeing much of "Rocky" anymore.
They both laugh hysterically before being cut off by the ringing of the phone. Angel Fyre reaches over and grabs the receiver.
Angel Fyre: Yeah, Mission accomplished. Everything is set and ready to go. Yeah, We're both here. Okay, See you in a bit then.
Angel Fyre turned towards Night Rider and raised her glass to toast.
Angel Fyre: To a job well done. What are you going to name him?
Night Rider: I think I am going to name him Diablo. What better name for a friend of the Angel of Death. Let NvL come anywhere near us with that nasty disease infested rat and see what happens. Plus it will make a nice little distraction for any of my opponents.
Angel Fyre: When are you going to reveal him to the rest of the WCF?
Night Rider: What better place than at ONE! Whatever match I am in I feel sorry for my opponent. They will be in for one BIG surprise. Is he coming over?
Angel Fyre: Yeah, He should be here soon. Everything is all set.
Night Rider: Good, I can't wait.......
(to be continued)
