Post by Derryk Aires on Oct 22, 2011 12:24:03 GMT -5
Today we open up to a beautiful scene on a chilly Saturday morning. A few puffy white clouds resembling balls of cotton lazily floated overhead with the rays of the sun lighting the light blue skies up. As the camera panned about ti would reveal the Sierra Nevada off in the distance over a field of tall, tanned grass which was undulating side to side as the breeze swept across the tops. The sound of someone breathing heavily could be heard slowly growing closer in which the camera swiveled to the side to revealing Derryk Aires in a pair of running sneakers, black jogging shorts and of course an ACW tee shirt.
The sweat was evidence enough to show he had been working out quiet hard in itself and that he had been within the field for quite some time. Strapped upon his back was what appeared to be a sack of sand or cement for the angle was difficult to tell which of the two it was. Brown eyes glanced towards the camera as he bent over to setting down the weights which he had been holding down upon the ground. A hand rising up to undoing the strap and as he did a squat as if he was about to press something, the sack would be eased off of his back with a soft thump upon the cold, hard ground. Slowly he rose back to a stand to turning towards the camera as he rolled his neck causing an audible crack to be heard.
“I have to ask, Night Rider. What were you... thinking… when they asked for your ring name? Was it because Spiderman, Barney, and Teletubbies were taken that you went with Night Rider? Or perhaps you were watching Knight Rider at the time in which you decided to do a spinoff of the show? Better yet was it one lonely night when you were riding the streets all alone, proud how you could claim the streets without a real biker to come along and knock you out when you suddenly wished to become a wrestler?”
Aires had a smirk of confidence upon his features even as he craned his back to begin popping his back when a figure emerged off screen, running towards Aires. The Prodigy reacted instinctively to catching the rather large man who appeared to be wearing attire much like Night Rider himself into a rather impressive Exploder Suplex with the man crumbling upon the ground. Aires looked down upon the man with a shake of his head in disappointment.
“I find it interesting how you speak of not caring what anyone thinks anymore, but you insist on rambling on about it. So you must care what everyone thinks about you if you’re going to take the time out to address or is it the fact that you wish someone would take you serious? Well if you want to be taken serious than why don’t you do something such as change your name? You’re supposed to be some biker, but suddenly now you’re also a big rig driver as well?”
Aires would shake his head with him attempting to hold back his laughter as he continued speaking.
“Before you deal with your name than you should do something like figure out who you are before opening your mouth again. Seriously your little rant there was quite entertaining if I do say so. Just because your bigger and stronger means you’re going to win? Isn’t that pretty much the same line you sold to Jeff Purse just last week before he defeated you? On top of this you say you know I am a bad man, but you’re just a little badder… Excuse me for a moment.”
Derryk just couldn’t hold the laughter back anymore as he took a couple minutes of laughing. The man upon the ground beginning to stir as he was recovering from the earlier suplex; Aires turning back to the camera with the traces of laughter upon his features just couldn’t hold the smile back from showing.
“You, Night Rider, just have not done any research on me at all and if you had watched some old footage of me from even when I had my first match than you would have seen that I have never used the Leg Sweep DDT. So whoever it was that you were watching do it, well sorry to burst your bubble, but you just didn’t pay enough attention. See you have no idea how bad I can be, but you would have if you had done what Aaron Lawrence once did and looked into my past as Azaziel.”
“I can get downright sadistic if that is what I must do, Night Rider. Yet you wouldn’t know this because of your lack of looking into my past. Sure I have been on a bit of a losing streak in the singles department, but at least I can say that I have won more than one match. You won the number one contender to the Bare Knuckle Championship and yet where has that gotten you? Better yet what is it that you think you’re going to do to me which hasn’t already been done?”
Aires gave a heave of sigh causing the muscular chest under the ACW tee shirt to rise before falling once more. It was evident that he felt he was speaking more to a wall than another person even though Night Rider wasn’t actually there, but the man dressed as Night Rider had risen to his feet and even came forward.
That is until the Prodigy turned on the spot with his arm crashing into the head of the man. The man crumbled upon the ground after a brutal Lariat with Aires slowly moving to a single knee beside the man; a hand grasping him by the head and lifting him; brown eyes staring at the man who looked identical to Night Rider.
“You can be bigger and stronger all you want. You can say you have watched me and studied me, but it is already evident that you haven’t done either. You can try to pay attention to detail and know what to look for, but honestly you have no idea what it is too look for when it comes to me because there is a difference in being in the ring with someone and watching them. You see that you have to learn how to transfer that into your strategies, something which you know nothing about.”
The Prodigy holding the head of the man would smash his head into the cold, hard, cement like ground causing a groan to come from the man.
“You can say that you’re like a radar detector or as you like to call it a fuzz buster all you like, but if that was true than you would have won more than one match. You want to say that you’re going to make me crash like the current economy, but the real fact is that your jealous that I have risen somewhere in this business while you are left floundering at the bottom of the barrel. Trying to scratch for anything to hold upon while others have leaped over you and left you in the dust and you wonder why this is? It’s because simply your just a novelty around here, Night Rider. Your good to have there for a good laugh, bring a couple people to the arena and then just like that it is over; much like a boy’s first time at sex. It starts and just happens to end too damn fast, but the boy thinks it was the best time in the world.”
Derryk let go of the man’s head allowing him to slump down upon the ground while he rose back to a stand. Brown eyes burned with intensity as he glared into the camera.
“Where you got this information about me is quite as confusing as watching you think you can win a second match since your return, Night Rider. Where in the world have I done it all in the ACW? I haven’t done a damn thing in order to say I have done it all, but you sure have fallen quite the distance. Just a little over a year ago you were in the Tournament of Eight and then this year? Well this year you have become a shadow of who you originally were in the ACW. I’m far from anyone’s as you put it, angel, but perhaps if you had watched me than you would have noticed what happen to Sang Real just last week.
You see they thought they had every advantage over me despite cracking jokes during my match with Smith. They held every advantage they possibly could short of me being dead and yet it wasn’t Sang Real standing, but instead it was ME! I left them retreating with their tails tucked between their legs despite having just finished going toe to toe with Smith whom I congratulate on his second win over me. So if Sang Real who had the numbers advantage and every advantage could have dreamed of over me couldn’t beat me, what makes you think you will be able to?”
Aires shook his head when he was suddenly rocked by the guy dressed as Night Rider from behind. The man grasping the arm of the Prodigy and twisting, but Aires moved with it to sliding around behind the man. An arm wrapping about the head of the man before dropping backwards with a reverse DDT; Aires rolled from the man into a sitting position.
“See even like this guy who I dressed up like you and mimics you to help me train further between my regimen of running with a hundred pound sack of sand on back while carrying two hundred pound weights in each hand amongst doing sit ups and pushups, he has been trying to get the better of me. Much like in our match at Shockwave it will be the same damn result as this training has proven for your clone. You lying upon your back while I continue doing better. See when it comes to the two of us there is a difference that makes all the difference in the world.”
Aires would lift himself back to his feet while pulling the man back up to his feet before suddenly hooking in the Tiger driver ’91 which he called the WMD upon the man, driving him head first into the ground. Once more Aires rolled back to his feet to staring down upon the motionless man dressed as Night Rider with absolutely no emotion for having so brutally laid the man out cold.
“See while you are busy running around playing a biker and big rig driver; I am already in Alabama training for our match. Keeping me in the best possible shape that I can be kept in, but you wish to question my physique while you have none? My tendons, muscles have all been trained to respond to a moment’s notice, while you at most are walking around with a keg that you dream of being a six pack. For you really the only thing lately that has gone up in smoke in your life lately is either a cigarette or the Jenny Craig diet plan you attempted.”
Aires shook his head as he looked back to the man lying motionless upon the cold ground, it appeared the man was going to be out for quite a while. Aires shifted back to lifting his gaze back towards the camera even as he began moving back over to his weights just as he ‘accidently’ kicked the motionless man.
“You see at Shockwave, Night Rider, I am going in there after training hard all week and doing everything that I possibly can in order to pick up the victory while you, well you as you have demonstrated are too busy running around in a big rig to train. I suppose the reality that you’re not going to make it in this business finally set in to where you had to go slum up a job as a big rig driver finally began kicking in. It’s alright, Night Rider this business just isn’t cut out for anyone to step into that ring.
So at Shockwave you will be given an education on how to get things down in that ring just like your little pal here. At Shockwave that education of what it is like to face someone who is cut out for this business and given a win while in the process after they wake you up with a smelling salt; that your best cut out for the next best job to get you near the ring which is washing the towels of the guys who are cut out for this business.”
Aires smirked towards the camera full of confidence and even a bit of arrogance. His back turning to the camera as he began strapping the sack of sand back upon his back for another run and then there was…
Darkness.
[/i]The sweat was evidence enough to show he had been working out quiet hard in itself and that he had been within the field for quite some time. Strapped upon his back was what appeared to be a sack of sand or cement for the angle was difficult to tell which of the two it was. Brown eyes glanced towards the camera as he bent over to setting down the weights which he had been holding down upon the ground. A hand rising up to undoing the strap and as he did a squat as if he was about to press something, the sack would be eased off of his back with a soft thump upon the cold, hard ground. Slowly he rose back to a stand to turning towards the camera as he rolled his neck causing an audible crack to be heard.
“I have to ask, Night Rider. What were you... thinking… when they asked for your ring name? Was it because Spiderman, Barney, and Teletubbies were taken that you went with Night Rider? Or perhaps you were watching Knight Rider at the time in which you decided to do a spinoff of the show? Better yet was it one lonely night when you were riding the streets all alone, proud how you could claim the streets without a real biker to come along and knock you out when you suddenly wished to become a wrestler?”
Aires had a smirk of confidence upon his features even as he craned his back to begin popping his back when a figure emerged off screen, running towards Aires. The Prodigy reacted instinctively to catching the rather large man who appeared to be wearing attire much like Night Rider himself into a rather impressive Exploder Suplex with the man crumbling upon the ground. Aires looked down upon the man with a shake of his head in disappointment.
“I find it interesting how you speak of not caring what anyone thinks anymore, but you insist on rambling on about it. So you must care what everyone thinks about you if you’re going to take the time out to address or is it the fact that you wish someone would take you serious? Well if you want to be taken serious than why don’t you do something such as change your name? You’re supposed to be some biker, but suddenly now you’re also a big rig driver as well?”
Aires would shake his head with him attempting to hold back his laughter as he continued speaking.
“Before you deal with your name than you should do something like figure out who you are before opening your mouth again. Seriously your little rant there was quite entertaining if I do say so. Just because your bigger and stronger means you’re going to win? Isn’t that pretty much the same line you sold to Jeff Purse just last week before he defeated you? On top of this you say you know I am a bad man, but you’re just a little badder… Excuse me for a moment.”
Derryk just couldn’t hold the laughter back anymore as he took a couple minutes of laughing. The man upon the ground beginning to stir as he was recovering from the earlier suplex; Aires turning back to the camera with the traces of laughter upon his features just couldn’t hold the smile back from showing.
“You, Night Rider, just have not done any research on me at all and if you had watched some old footage of me from even when I had my first match than you would have seen that I have never used the Leg Sweep DDT. So whoever it was that you were watching do it, well sorry to burst your bubble, but you just didn’t pay enough attention. See you have no idea how bad I can be, but you would have if you had done what Aaron Lawrence once did and looked into my past as Azaziel.”
“I can get downright sadistic if that is what I must do, Night Rider. Yet you wouldn’t know this because of your lack of looking into my past. Sure I have been on a bit of a losing streak in the singles department, but at least I can say that I have won more than one match. You won the number one contender to the Bare Knuckle Championship and yet where has that gotten you? Better yet what is it that you think you’re going to do to me which hasn’t already been done?”
Aires gave a heave of sigh causing the muscular chest under the ACW tee shirt to rise before falling once more. It was evident that he felt he was speaking more to a wall than another person even though Night Rider wasn’t actually there, but the man dressed as Night Rider had risen to his feet and even came forward.
That is until the Prodigy turned on the spot with his arm crashing into the head of the man. The man crumbled upon the ground after a brutal Lariat with Aires slowly moving to a single knee beside the man; a hand grasping him by the head and lifting him; brown eyes staring at the man who looked identical to Night Rider.
“You can be bigger and stronger all you want. You can say you have watched me and studied me, but it is already evident that you haven’t done either. You can try to pay attention to detail and know what to look for, but honestly you have no idea what it is too look for when it comes to me because there is a difference in being in the ring with someone and watching them. You see that you have to learn how to transfer that into your strategies, something which you know nothing about.”
The Prodigy holding the head of the man would smash his head into the cold, hard, cement like ground causing a groan to come from the man.
“You can say that you’re like a radar detector or as you like to call it a fuzz buster all you like, but if that was true than you would have won more than one match. You want to say that you’re going to make me crash like the current economy, but the real fact is that your jealous that I have risen somewhere in this business while you are left floundering at the bottom of the barrel. Trying to scratch for anything to hold upon while others have leaped over you and left you in the dust and you wonder why this is? It’s because simply your just a novelty around here, Night Rider. Your good to have there for a good laugh, bring a couple people to the arena and then just like that it is over; much like a boy’s first time at sex. It starts and just happens to end too damn fast, but the boy thinks it was the best time in the world.”
Derryk let go of the man’s head allowing him to slump down upon the ground while he rose back to a stand. Brown eyes burned with intensity as he glared into the camera.
“Where you got this information about me is quite as confusing as watching you think you can win a second match since your return, Night Rider. Where in the world have I done it all in the ACW? I haven’t done a damn thing in order to say I have done it all, but you sure have fallen quite the distance. Just a little over a year ago you were in the Tournament of Eight and then this year? Well this year you have become a shadow of who you originally were in the ACW. I’m far from anyone’s as you put it, angel, but perhaps if you had watched me than you would have noticed what happen to Sang Real just last week.
You see they thought they had every advantage over me despite cracking jokes during my match with Smith. They held every advantage they possibly could short of me being dead and yet it wasn’t Sang Real standing, but instead it was ME! I left them retreating with their tails tucked between their legs despite having just finished going toe to toe with Smith whom I congratulate on his second win over me. So if Sang Real who had the numbers advantage and every advantage could have dreamed of over me couldn’t beat me, what makes you think you will be able to?”
Aires shook his head when he was suddenly rocked by the guy dressed as Night Rider from behind. The man grasping the arm of the Prodigy and twisting, but Aires moved with it to sliding around behind the man. An arm wrapping about the head of the man before dropping backwards with a reverse DDT; Aires rolled from the man into a sitting position.
“See even like this guy who I dressed up like you and mimics you to help me train further between my regimen of running with a hundred pound sack of sand on back while carrying two hundred pound weights in each hand amongst doing sit ups and pushups, he has been trying to get the better of me. Much like in our match at Shockwave it will be the same damn result as this training has proven for your clone. You lying upon your back while I continue doing better. See when it comes to the two of us there is a difference that makes all the difference in the world.”
Aires would lift himself back to his feet while pulling the man back up to his feet before suddenly hooking in the Tiger driver ’91 which he called the WMD upon the man, driving him head first into the ground. Once more Aires rolled back to his feet to staring down upon the motionless man dressed as Night Rider with absolutely no emotion for having so brutally laid the man out cold.
“See while you are busy running around playing a biker and big rig driver; I am already in Alabama training for our match. Keeping me in the best possible shape that I can be kept in, but you wish to question my physique while you have none? My tendons, muscles have all been trained to respond to a moment’s notice, while you at most are walking around with a keg that you dream of being a six pack. For you really the only thing lately that has gone up in smoke in your life lately is either a cigarette or the Jenny Craig diet plan you attempted.”
Aires shook his head as he looked back to the man lying motionless upon the cold ground, it appeared the man was going to be out for quite a while. Aires shifted back to lifting his gaze back towards the camera even as he began moving back over to his weights just as he ‘accidently’ kicked the motionless man.
“You see at Shockwave, Night Rider, I am going in there after training hard all week and doing everything that I possibly can in order to pick up the victory while you, well you as you have demonstrated are too busy running around in a big rig to train. I suppose the reality that you’re not going to make it in this business finally set in to where you had to go slum up a job as a big rig driver finally began kicking in. It’s alright, Night Rider this business just isn’t cut out for anyone to step into that ring.
So at Shockwave you will be given an education on how to get things down in that ring just like your little pal here. At Shockwave that education of what it is like to face someone who is cut out for this business and given a win while in the process after they wake you up with a smelling salt; that your best cut out for the next best job to get you near the ring which is washing the towels of the guys who are cut out for this business.”
Aires smirked towards the camera full of confidence and even a bit of arrogance. His back turning to the camera as he began strapping the sack of sand back upon his back for another run and then there was…
Darkness.
