Post by nightrider on Aug 20, 2011 1:07:52 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]AoD[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Angels of Death[/glow]
It was just after midnight and still the heat was relentless. It had gotten up to 110 with the heat index. the humidity hung in the air making it hard to breath. Night Rider didn't care, It didn't really bother him anymore. He was hungry, Not for food but for action. He had only enjoyed a taste with his first match back and didn't like having to wait another week before getting back into the ring. he knew that he needed to work on his timing a little bit to avoid what happened with connor. He had taken a plane to New York to watch the matches and to hit a local place that he knew about. An old friend of his ran it and it would be good to see him again.
Night Rider pulled the key card out of his pocket and inserted it into the reader, Then swiftly pulling it back out. The huge gates before him swung open before him like like the gates of hell opening before the arch angel himself. He walked up the stone path that led to the huge mansion. The front looked like the White House itself with the huge pylons and the big front porch. Night Rider walked up to the door and was greeted at once by the butler.
Butler: Master Dean is in his study and would like you to meet him there. You remember how to find it I presume.
Night Rider just nodded his way and the butler disappeared as quickly as he had come. Night Rider made his way back to his friends study and walked in. Dangerous Dean Malenko stood up and offered his hand.
Dangerous Dean: Night Rider, It's good to see you again as always. I see Rupert was his usual cordial self.
Night Rider: (shaking Deans hand) Yeah, That guy never did like me very much. But you throw someone around a couple of times and they tend to dislike you just a little.
Dangerous Dean: Please have a seat and grab one of those glasses of scotch there on the table and we'll talk some business. I've been doing a little bit of research on this Boiler Room and everything is run there top notch. Up to code on every issue and not even one complaint filed.
Night Rider: That's good to hear. I just wanted to make sure if I were to start training there that I wasn't getting into the middle of a big mess. I'll get that worked out when the time comes.
Dangerous Dean: I know, Now the real business. You say you need some action well there is a big payout over on 43rd if your interested. Some real tough guys there.
Night Rider: I'm in, It's nothing more than I can handle. Do the usual with the payout also. Donate it to charity.
Dangerous Dean: You got it man, Here are the details and you have 35 minutes to get there for sign up and match drawing.
Night Rider: Thanks again Double D, You know I appreciate it.
Night Rider said his goodbyes and headed for the address on the paper. It was a local warehouse that had shut down and been transformed into what it is now. An underground Dungeon that held fights on a regular basis. This was no tough man contest, It was much more. The men fighting there weren't fighting for any titles or any other gratification other than beating the crap out of someone until they couldn't go on. Night Rider got his draw number after entering the Dungeon. He would be involved in a three man elimination to start the evening. If he won he would face the next matches winners in a final fatal three way to decide the overall champion. It would be a long night, He walked over to a clear area and began to loosen up and stretch. He didn't need to pull a muscle in the middle of his match.......
To be continued..........