Post by Night Rider on Dec 29, 2011 3:23:35 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]AoD[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Angel of Death[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]"Even the wisest of men can be fooled"[/glow]
The story you are about to read is true, Some of the names were changed to protect the innocent......
It was a warm evening for this time of year, Even the clear skies with the stars shining brightly above couldn't bring down the temperature. He was glad that Christmas was over with and ready to unwind a little bit. He was heading just off the main drag down a long stretch of nothing. A single Bar sat on the whole block, The rest was parking lots and a Parking Deck connected to the bar itself from a sky-walk on the side of the huge Barn Shaped building. A sign flashing brightly in front of the bar read 'Club Zanza-Bar', Enjoy yourself it's later than you think! Night Rider stared up at the sign and quickly thought of Jeff Purse and the things he had said earlier. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he walked through the front door.
Night Rider looked around the crowded bar. Upstairs where the sky-walk connected from the outside were a pair of swinging doors that led into a dining area and upper bar. A Spiral Staircase led down from there to near where the front door was at. There was a huge dance floor in the center and a full bar along each wall with three bartenders and numerous waitresses poured and carried drinks to the huge crowd. A stage was set up on the edge of the dance floor and a band was playing some song that Night Rider vaguely remembered from the 70's.
Night Rider walked over to where the stairs were at and followed them down to another room in the basement. Here there were at least 50 pool tables. Speakers piped down the music from above. There was another bar and a few tables down here. Night Rider walked over to the bar and ordered a jack and Coke from the bartender. Night Rider looked behind the bartender and saw a picture of KITT, The car from Knightrider. he smiled and when the bartender brought him his drink he asked him about it.
Night Rider: Man, I'll tell you what. I'll give you a thousand dollars right now for that photo there.
Bartender: That old thing. Hell man, If you want it that bad I'll just give it to you. You a fan of the show or something like that?
Night Rider: Lets just say that I hear a lot of crap about my name being Night Rider and I think it's kinda cool. People act like that is supposed to bother me or something. Hell, I AM a lot like the guy anyway, We both get a lot of Pu$$y and enjoy kicking some @$$! Sh!t man, The last time I checked that was a good thing!
Bartender: Man, I hear you there, This place here is a hotbed for just that kind of action if you want it. You a Bounty Hunter or something?
Night Rider: Nope, I'm a Professional Wrestler.
Bartender: Wow, We don't get too many in here as big as you. You doing any good at it?
Night Rider: Well, Lets just say that I go out there and have fun no matter what and so far I have won more than I have lost so that's a plus.
Night Rider finished his drink and the Bartender grabbed his empty glass.
Bartender: Here, Let me get you the good stuff this time, Management wants me to use the watered down crap and save the top notch stuff. Here you go man, The best 20 year old Scotch we have. And here is your photo. Enjoy man, I'll be back.
The Bartender headed over towards the other side of the room and Night Rider began to feel that funny feeling in his gut that something just wasn't right. He picked up the bottle of Scotch and the photo and headed up the stairs. Night Rider walked out to his car and put the items onside. He grabbed a pair of Brass Knuckles and stuffed them in his pocket. he knew he should have brought Damien with him but he figured he would leave it in the Hotel room across town. He closed the car door and went back inside. He noticed a big man coming up the stairs from the basement and ducked him before he was able to see him. Night Rider made his way around the back of the guy, Grabbed him around the arm and the throat and dragged him out the front door to the parking lot. Night Rider released the guy and pushed him away from him.
Night Rider: Who in the F%@k are you and what the F%@k is your problem.
Terrified man:(shaking) Man, I don't know what your talking about. I don't even know you.
Night Rider apologizes to the guy and walks away from him down to the basement. He walks back to the bar and notices a different Bartender behind the bar.
Night Rider: Hey, What happened to the other guy that was back there?
Bartender: His shift was over. It was his last day anyway, He was fired for stealing merchandise and reselling it on the streets. Can I get you anything?
Night Rider: Yeah, I'll have a Jack and Coke. The top shelf stuff huh!
Bartender: Yes sir.
He just needed to relax and unwind a little bit. That's all it was. he had stepped up his training and worked on stretching his muscles and making them more flexible. He had to admit that he was in the best shape of his career. It was now or never and he knew it! He downed his drink and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had all of the ingredients, All he had to do was execute. He felt someone tapping him on the shoulder and swung around almost decking a woman.
Owner: Sir, I need to ask you to come with me please. This will only take a few moments of your time.
Night Rider followed the woman to a hidden elevator in the back and the two took it up to the top floor. The elevator door on the opposite side opened revealing a hallway with a few doors lining it on each side.
Owner: These are our main offices here, The walls are soundproofed and the noise from the bar doesn't make it in here.
The woman opened a door on the far end of the hall on the left side. Night Rider stepped through the door and had to do a double take at all of the wrestling photos that lined the walls, A lot of the greats and some he never had the pleasure of knowing. Then he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed a photo of himself with Nathan Van Leibert cracking him from behind.
Night Rider: Where did you get that photo at? That was just recently. I still have a headache from that SOB. HaHaHa! That was some hit! The guy was at least classy enough to wait until the match was over and He made the pin. That was decent of him.
Owner: I was at the match myself! I had 2nd roll ringside. Sorry, My name is Linda, I'm a big fan of the sport. Lets say, My ex was in the business and I grew fond of it. I have some matches here myself on weekends. We have a whole setup upstairs on the next level. I was doing some research on your WCF after I caught one of their cards in Reading, Pa. and was hooked.
Night Rider: Okay, What's on your mind? Come on, Give me the low down.
Owner: Okay, Your on to me. I just thought that maybe you would like to do a favor for me. It would mean a lot. I'd like you to do a promo from our stage and mention the Club.
Night Rider thought about it for a moment. They could set up a camera on the dance floor and he would have the crowd there.
Night Rider: What about the crowd? I would be interfering with their dancing. And the band?
Owner: Most folks here are wrestling fans anyway, They would love to see someone live and in person running down some smack. Have another drink and I'll have everything set up for you.
Night Rider: Okay, I'll do it just for you. As soon as I have another drink.
Night Rider walked back over to where he was sitting at the bar and the bartender brought him another drink. He picked up the glass and swirled it around a little bit before bringing it up to his nose and smelling it.
Night Rider: Now that's what I call top of the line stuff!
Night Rider downed the drink and sat the glass back down on the bar. He motioned to the bartender to bring him another.
Night Rider: One more hell, Two sounds better. Hey man, If you want to see something good come upstairs in a little bit.
The bartender poured him another drink and headed down to the other end of his bar where a argument had broken out. Night Rider finished his drink and headed upstairs. The owner was waiting for him as the elevator doors opened.
Owner: I don't know how I can thank you enough for this, I owe you one big time!
Night Rider looked out to where the dance floor was and saw chairs lining the area and people everywhere. On a smaller stage in the center where the mixing and sound equipment stood, A cameraman was ready tio start filming. On the stage the bands equipment was gone except for the mic. He made his way over to the stage area as the people in attendance stood and cheered wildly. He jumped onto the stage and grabbed the microphone from the stand.
Night Rider: Hello Club Zanza-Bar! It's damn good to be here tonight! I want to thank the owner Linda for asking me to do this. I'm always glad to speak my mind on the truth. Some people are so good at distorting things in their favor.
He looked around and saw most of them nodding their heads in agreement. He noticed even more coming in the front door and making the way over to where he was, Filling the area.
Night Rider: My opponents at One, The big WCF Pay Per View, Are both good at distorting the truth. Jeff Purse makes it sound like his was such an easy victory over me back in ACW. He seems to have forgotten the beating he was taking throughout the match and his blood that was shed! He barely survived our match! That was all I cared about at that time was kicking your puny little @$$! That was another time and another place, This time it will be a completely different story! You see, I plan on advancing in this Invitational Tournament and I'm not going to let Jeff Purse nor Nathan Von Leibert get in my way!
The crowd cheered wildly as Night Rider took a drink from his glass he had brought with him. This was just what he had needed. He sat his empty glass down on a table near him and a fine looking redhead picked it up and made her way to the bar to bring him another one.
Night Rider: Nate Dog! here we go again! This time, I know that I can't turn my back to you. Your too big of a coward to attack someone from the front. That's alright though. That was good, I got to give you credit! You have just made what may be the biggest mistake of your career! You see, I don't get mad, I get even! I don't have my little friend here with me tonight but he sure is looking forward to meeting you and Rocky! He's mighty hungry! You'll see soon enough.
He took another drink and noticed as a familiar face walked in the front door. She made her way through the crowd and up to the stage area. After jumping on the stage she got in his face and began screaming at him.
Angel Fyre: What in the hell are you doing? Don't you know that you can get in trouble for doing this without the proper paperwork done in advance? It's in your contract, This is different than when you do a promo out somewhere but this is before a 'Live' Audience!
Night Rider: Well it sure as Hell isn't Memorex! So what, I was asked to do a favor and am doing it. You can either join in or get the hell out.
Angel Fyre: I'm going to file the paperwork to keep your @$$ out of trouble!
He watched as she jumped off of the stage and made her way back outside to a chorus of wild cheers and cat whistles. Night Rider grabbed the mic back from the stand and began rapping perfectly....
Night Rider: "When I walk in the back young bucks look at me strange, As if I am a relic from some long forgotten game, It makes my blood boil brings my eyes to flames, I'm building a legacy you want to put me out in the rain!" Did you hear that Jeff Purse and NvL? I'm from a time you know nothing about! You want some 'old school' Come and get some! This is just the beginning of the end for both of you. You have seen the force of the 'Drop of Death'! You know the damage that it can do! Too bad you only know a portion about what I can do in the ring and you barely made it through that! What are you going to do when it gets down to crunch time? Jeff, Your the so called future of WCF. If that's true this company is in deep $h!t! NvL, He's just a sick freak who has no ideal the kind of hell he is going to go through! Both of your dreams are about to be shattered, Courtesy of The Angel of Death, Night Rider!
The crowd cheered wildly at the last remarks standing and clapping for a good ten minutes before he could speak again.
Night Rider: Neither one of you seem to think this is going to be a rough match, You think that you can beat me so easily! Like I am just going to lie down and let either of the two of you beat me? That's just NOT going to happen and deep down you both know that! You can come out and play with your toys and talk all the crap you want to but when push comes to shove it will be the two of you going over the edge! See ya in the ring, Suckers!
Night Rider throws down the mic as the crowd cheers again and chants of Night Rider fill the air. He made his way through the crowd getting pats on the back and high fives as security led the way. He made it finally back to his car and turned to get another look at the place. He would have to come back here again. He moved the photo of KITT and the Scotch over to the passenger seat and got in. It would be good to get back and enjoy a nice hot shower before going to bed. Life was good......
[glow=red,2,300]Angel of Death[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]"Even the wisest of men can be fooled"[/glow]
The story you are about to read is true, Some of the names were changed to protect the innocent......
It was a warm evening for this time of year, Even the clear skies with the stars shining brightly above couldn't bring down the temperature. He was glad that Christmas was over with and ready to unwind a little bit. He was heading just off the main drag down a long stretch of nothing. A single Bar sat on the whole block, The rest was parking lots and a Parking Deck connected to the bar itself from a sky-walk on the side of the huge Barn Shaped building. A sign flashing brightly in front of the bar read 'Club Zanza-Bar', Enjoy yourself it's later than you think! Night Rider stared up at the sign and quickly thought of Jeff Purse and the things he had said earlier. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he walked through the front door.
Night Rider looked around the crowded bar. Upstairs where the sky-walk connected from the outside were a pair of swinging doors that led into a dining area and upper bar. A Spiral Staircase led down from there to near where the front door was at. There was a huge dance floor in the center and a full bar along each wall with three bartenders and numerous waitresses poured and carried drinks to the huge crowd. A stage was set up on the edge of the dance floor and a band was playing some song that Night Rider vaguely remembered from the 70's.
Night Rider walked over to where the stairs were at and followed them down to another room in the basement. Here there were at least 50 pool tables. Speakers piped down the music from above. There was another bar and a few tables down here. Night Rider walked over to the bar and ordered a jack and Coke from the bartender. Night Rider looked behind the bartender and saw a picture of KITT, The car from Knightrider. he smiled and when the bartender brought him his drink he asked him about it.
Night Rider: Man, I'll tell you what. I'll give you a thousand dollars right now for that photo there.
Bartender: That old thing. Hell man, If you want it that bad I'll just give it to you. You a fan of the show or something like that?
Night Rider: Lets just say that I hear a lot of crap about my name being Night Rider and I think it's kinda cool. People act like that is supposed to bother me or something. Hell, I AM a lot like the guy anyway, We both get a lot of Pu$$y and enjoy kicking some @$$! Sh!t man, The last time I checked that was a good thing!
Bartender: Man, I hear you there, This place here is a hotbed for just that kind of action if you want it. You a Bounty Hunter or something?
Night Rider: Nope, I'm a Professional Wrestler.
Bartender: Wow, We don't get too many in here as big as you. You doing any good at it?
Night Rider: Well, Lets just say that I go out there and have fun no matter what and so far I have won more than I have lost so that's a plus.
Night Rider finished his drink and the Bartender grabbed his empty glass.
Bartender: Here, Let me get you the good stuff this time, Management wants me to use the watered down crap and save the top notch stuff. Here you go man, The best 20 year old Scotch we have. And here is your photo. Enjoy man, I'll be back.
The Bartender headed over towards the other side of the room and Night Rider began to feel that funny feeling in his gut that something just wasn't right. He picked up the bottle of Scotch and the photo and headed up the stairs. Night Rider walked out to his car and put the items onside. He grabbed a pair of Brass Knuckles and stuffed them in his pocket. he knew he should have brought Damien with him but he figured he would leave it in the Hotel room across town. He closed the car door and went back inside. He noticed a big man coming up the stairs from the basement and ducked him before he was able to see him. Night Rider made his way around the back of the guy, Grabbed him around the arm and the throat and dragged him out the front door to the parking lot. Night Rider released the guy and pushed him away from him.
Night Rider: Who in the F%@k are you and what the F%@k is your problem.
Terrified man:(shaking) Man, I don't know what your talking about. I don't even know you.
Night Rider apologizes to the guy and walks away from him down to the basement. He walks back to the bar and notices a different Bartender behind the bar.
Night Rider: Hey, What happened to the other guy that was back there?
Bartender: His shift was over. It was his last day anyway, He was fired for stealing merchandise and reselling it on the streets. Can I get you anything?
Night Rider: Yeah, I'll have a Jack and Coke. The top shelf stuff huh!
Bartender: Yes sir.
He just needed to relax and unwind a little bit. That's all it was. he had stepped up his training and worked on stretching his muscles and making them more flexible. He had to admit that he was in the best shape of his career. It was now or never and he knew it! He downed his drink and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had all of the ingredients, All he had to do was execute. He felt someone tapping him on the shoulder and swung around almost decking a woman.
Owner: Sir, I need to ask you to come with me please. This will only take a few moments of your time.
Night Rider followed the woman to a hidden elevator in the back and the two took it up to the top floor. The elevator door on the opposite side opened revealing a hallway with a few doors lining it on each side.
Owner: These are our main offices here, The walls are soundproofed and the noise from the bar doesn't make it in here.
The woman opened a door on the far end of the hall on the left side. Night Rider stepped through the door and had to do a double take at all of the wrestling photos that lined the walls, A lot of the greats and some he never had the pleasure of knowing. Then he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed a photo of himself with Nathan Van Leibert cracking him from behind.
Night Rider: Where did you get that photo at? That was just recently. I still have a headache from that SOB. HaHaHa! That was some hit! The guy was at least classy enough to wait until the match was over and He made the pin. That was decent of him.
Owner: I was at the match myself! I had 2nd roll ringside. Sorry, My name is Linda, I'm a big fan of the sport. Lets say, My ex was in the business and I grew fond of it. I have some matches here myself on weekends. We have a whole setup upstairs on the next level. I was doing some research on your WCF after I caught one of their cards in Reading, Pa. and was hooked.
Night Rider: Okay, What's on your mind? Come on, Give me the low down.
Owner: Okay, Your on to me. I just thought that maybe you would like to do a favor for me. It would mean a lot. I'd like you to do a promo from our stage and mention the Club.
Night Rider thought about it for a moment. They could set up a camera on the dance floor and he would have the crowd there.
Night Rider: What about the crowd? I would be interfering with their dancing. And the band?
Owner: Most folks here are wrestling fans anyway, They would love to see someone live and in person running down some smack. Have another drink and I'll have everything set up for you.
Night Rider: Okay, I'll do it just for you. As soon as I have another drink.
Night Rider walked back over to where he was sitting at the bar and the bartender brought him another drink. He picked up the glass and swirled it around a little bit before bringing it up to his nose and smelling it.
Night Rider: Now that's what I call top of the line stuff!
Night Rider downed the drink and sat the glass back down on the bar. He motioned to the bartender to bring him another.
Night Rider: One more hell, Two sounds better. Hey man, If you want to see something good come upstairs in a little bit.
The bartender poured him another drink and headed down to the other end of his bar where a argument had broken out. Night Rider finished his drink and headed upstairs. The owner was waiting for him as the elevator doors opened.
Owner: I don't know how I can thank you enough for this, I owe you one big time!
Night Rider looked out to where the dance floor was and saw chairs lining the area and people everywhere. On a smaller stage in the center where the mixing and sound equipment stood, A cameraman was ready tio start filming. On the stage the bands equipment was gone except for the mic. He made his way over to the stage area as the people in attendance stood and cheered wildly. He jumped onto the stage and grabbed the microphone from the stand.
Night Rider: Hello Club Zanza-Bar! It's damn good to be here tonight! I want to thank the owner Linda for asking me to do this. I'm always glad to speak my mind on the truth. Some people are so good at distorting things in their favor.
He looked around and saw most of them nodding their heads in agreement. He noticed even more coming in the front door and making the way over to where he was, Filling the area.
Night Rider: My opponents at One, The big WCF Pay Per View, Are both good at distorting the truth. Jeff Purse makes it sound like his was such an easy victory over me back in ACW. He seems to have forgotten the beating he was taking throughout the match and his blood that was shed! He barely survived our match! That was all I cared about at that time was kicking your puny little @$$! That was another time and another place, This time it will be a completely different story! You see, I plan on advancing in this Invitational Tournament and I'm not going to let Jeff Purse nor Nathan Von Leibert get in my way!
The crowd cheered wildly as Night Rider took a drink from his glass he had brought with him. This was just what he had needed. He sat his empty glass down on a table near him and a fine looking redhead picked it up and made her way to the bar to bring him another one.
Night Rider: Nate Dog! here we go again! This time, I know that I can't turn my back to you. Your too big of a coward to attack someone from the front. That's alright though. That was good, I got to give you credit! You have just made what may be the biggest mistake of your career! You see, I don't get mad, I get even! I don't have my little friend here with me tonight but he sure is looking forward to meeting you and Rocky! He's mighty hungry! You'll see soon enough.
He took another drink and noticed as a familiar face walked in the front door. She made her way through the crowd and up to the stage area. After jumping on the stage she got in his face and began screaming at him.
Angel Fyre: What in the hell are you doing? Don't you know that you can get in trouble for doing this without the proper paperwork done in advance? It's in your contract, This is different than when you do a promo out somewhere but this is before a 'Live' Audience!
Night Rider: Well it sure as Hell isn't Memorex! So what, I was asked to do a favor and am doing it. You can either join in or get the hell out.
Angel Fyre: I'm going to file the paperwork to keep your @$$ out of trouble!
He watched as she jumped off of the stage and made her way back outside to a chorus of wild cheers and cat whistles. Night Rider grabbed the mic back from the stand and began rapping perfectly....
Night Rider: "When I walk in the back young bucks look at me strange, As if I am a relic from some long forgotten game, It makes my blood boil brings my eyes to flames, I'm building a legacy you want to put me out in the rain!" Did you hear that Jeff Purse and NvL? I'm from a time you know nothing about! You want some 'old school' Come and get some! This is just the beginning of the end for both of you. You have seen the force of the 'Drop of Death'! You know the damage that it can do! Too bad you only know a portion about what I can do in the ring and you barely made it through that! What are you going to do when it gets down to crunch time? Jeff, Your the so called future of WCF. If that's true this company is in deep $h!t! NvL, He's just a sick freak who has no ideal the kind of hell he is going to go through! Both of your dreams are about to be shattered, Courtesy of The Angel of Death, Night Rider!
The crowd cheered wildly at the last remarks standing and clapping for a good ten minutes before he could speak again.
Night Rider: Neither one of you seem to think this is going to be a rough match, You think that you can beat me so easily! Like I am just going to lie down and let either of the two of you beat me? That's just NOT going to happen and deep down you both know that! You can come out and play with your toys and talk all the crap you want to but when push comes to shove it will be the two of you going over the edge! See ya in the ring, Suckers!
Night Rider throws down the mic as the crowd cheers again and chants of Night Rider fill the air. He made his way through the crowd getting pats on the back and high fives as security led the way. He made it finally back to his car and turned to get another look at the place. He would have to come back here again. He moved the photo of KITT and the Scotch over to the passenger seat and got in. It would be good to get back and enjoy a nice hot shower before going to bed. Life was good......
