Post by johnnyblaze on Aug 28, 2019 22:26:44 GMT -5
After a time the realization began to set in. His father was dead. His remains were released by the coroner with extreme starvation being the cause of death. Someone kidnapped him and took him there just for that reason. Who could be so cruel and so cold hearted? One day he would find out and there will be no holding him back. After taking care of all of the arrangements and having his lawyer finalize everything Night Rider was laid to rest in a remote location. There were only five people there and they were the only ones who knew of it's location. Those five were Dangerous Dean Malenko, Diablo, Leo, Thunder, and himself. He had hoped to hear from Denise or try to find her but didn't have any luck. She would have to find out for herself.
After the services Johnny decided he needed some time to himself. He never dealt well with death. Ever since his Grandfather passed on when he was seven. He wasn't one to cry like a baby and wallow in self pity. It angered him more than anything. How someone could be robbed of their life at such a young age. Even a hundred years wouldn't be enough. Life is so short as it is. Then he thought about the lives of all the people his father had killed. Even though it was always in self defense he took things further than he should have. Perhaps it was fitting the way his father had died. He always was one to say that karma was a bitch. He must have found out just how true those words really were.
He wore the necklace with his fathers ring from Denise around his neck and was now riding his 2015 Harley Davidson Night Rod special. It was the one thing his father loved more than wrestling. It even had a special attachment made where his dog Sheba would ride with him. He wondered whatever happened to the dog and his fathers investigation business. The lawyers would handle all of the legal affairs that remained. Liquidating his fathers assets would take some time since he had so many diverse investments and private businesses. One thing his father was very good at was making his money work for him. A lot of it would go to various research organizations and children's hospitals. He wasn't worried about any of it. None of it would bring his father back.
He was heading north on interstate 94 heading towards Wisconsin. The next Monday Night Metal was being held at the UW-Milwaukee Panther Arena. He needed to head about fifty miles further north to Sheboygan just to be able to stand being in the state. He hated Wisconsin. The winters were too damn long and too damn cold. He did have a soft spot for Sheboygan though. He didn't know why but the place just appealed to him. There was a lighthouse he liked to hang out at that was haunted by the old man who used to be it's keeper. Every Sunday morning just before dawn the light would begin working for about an hour. Then it wouldn't work again. There was no power to the lighthouse and all of it's panels have long been broken but there it still stood proud and strong. Beaten but not defeated.
He felt kind of like that lighthouse at times. Kind of beaten down and battered but still going on. There were times he felt a lot older than he actually was. Another side affect of hard living. The lighthouse was one place where he could relax, catch a nice buzz, and let go of all the bullshit dragging him down. It was so peaceful there. Even the occasional moan coming from inside didn't bother him. He wasn't really upset about losing at Ascension. His heart really wasn't in it. As much as he wanted it to be he just couldn't get things going. He did enjoy teaming with Leon Dread and wouldn't mind working with him again. Even though they had differing beliefs he still had respect for him. That was one thing he and his father did not have in common. His father had respect for no one. That was just his way. He wasn't like that. He knew the hard work that even the lowest person contributed to making the sport a success. He gave them the respect they deserved. He wondered about his upcoming opponent Defenestration Jones. Hell it sounded like some kind of kids cartoon or something. Here comes Defenestration Jones driving the train, go train go. She does kind of sound like an engineer. Or it could be a woman having one hell of a period cycle. That's what it is, defensive menstruation, defenestration. Defenestration Jones was a Defensive Menstruation Engineer. Yeah, but can the mother fucker wrestle? That remained to be seen.
After the services Johnny decided he needed some time to himself. He never dealt well with death. Ever since his Grandfather passed on when he was seven. He wasn't one to cry like a baby and wallow in self pity. It angered him more than anything. How someone could be robbed of their life at such a young age. Even a hundred years wouldn't be enough. Life is so short as it is. Then he thought about the lives of all the people his father had killed. Even though it was always in self defense he took things further than he should have. Perhaps it was fitting the way his father had died. He always was one to say that karma was a bitch. He must have found out just how true those words really were.
He wore the necklace with his fathers ring from Denise around his neck and was now riding his 2015 Harley Davidson Night Rod special. It was the one thing his father loved more than wrestling. It even had a special attachment made where his dog Sheba would ride with him. He wondered whatever happened to the dog and his fathers investigation business. The lawyers would handle all of the legal affairs that remained. Liquidating his fathers assets would take some time since he had so many diverse investments and private businesses. One thing his father was very good at was making his money work for him. A lot of it would go to various research organizations and children's hospitals. He wasn't worried about any of it. None of it would bring his father back.
He was heading north on interstate 94 heading towards Wisconsin. The next Monday Night Metal was being held at the UW-Milwaukee Panther Arena. He needed to head about fifty miles further north to Sheboygan just to be able to stand being in the state. He hated Wisconsin. The winters were too damn long and too damn cold. He did have a soft spot for Sheboygan though. He didn't know why but the place just appealed to him. There was a lighthouse he liked to hang out at that was haunted by the old man who used to be it's keeper. Every Sunday morning just before dawn the light would begin working for about an hour. Then it wouldn't work again. There was no power to the lighthouse and all of it's panels have long been broken but there it still stood proud and strong. Beaten but not defeated.
He felt kind of like that lighthouse at times. Kind of beaten down and battered but still going on. There were times he felt a lot older than he actually was. Another side affect of hard living. The lighthouse was one place where he could relax, catch a nice buzz, and let go of all the bullshit dragging him down. It was so peaceful there. Even the occasional moan coming from inside didn't bother him. He wasn't really upset about losing at Ascension. His heart really wasn't in it. As much as he wanted it to be he just couldn't get things going. He did enjoy teaming with Leon Dread and wouldn't mind working with him again. Even though they had differing beliefs he still had respect for him. That was one thing he and his father did not have in common. His father had respect for no one. That was just his way. He wasn't like that. He knew the hard work that even the lowest person contributed to making the sport a success. He gave them the respect they deserved. He wondered about his upcoming opponent Defenestration Jones. Hell it sounded like some kind of kids cartoon or something. Here comes Defenestration Jones driving the train, go train go. She does kind of sound like an engineer. Or it could be a woman having one hell of a period cycle. That's what it is, defensive menstruation, defenestration. Defenestration Jones was a Defensive Menstruation Engineer. Yeah, but can the mother fucker wrestle? That remained to be seen.
He sat on the edge of a boulder and fired up a blunt while the waves gently caressed his feet. They wouldn't be gentle before long and he would have to move up a little higher when the tides really started coming in. The Sheboygan Lighthouse stood on North Point in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. Improvements to the harbor rendered it obsolete, and it was deactivated in the early 20th century. He kicked back and let his thoughts flow as he puffed on the blunt. Mostly he thought about his future and what it would hold in store for him. Life was too damn short to be pissing it away. It was time for him to get busy living and enjoying life a little more. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he went fishing it had been so long. He used to love sitting on the bank and talking it up while pouring a few down. It didn't matter if they caught anything or not. They always had a good time. He needed something more besides wrestling to work out his frustrations and aggravations. He thought it would make him a little sharper in the ring, give him more of an edge. Lord knows he could use all of the advantages he could get. He liked handball and knew it would help with his hand and eye coordination. Perhaps.
He was looking forward to another singles match. He just needed to take advantage of them when they did come his way. He didn't mind tag teaming but was a better singles competitor. In his opinion anyway. He was just happy to be competing and knew that eventually he would get to the point he needed to be at to be successful. He was done working out the kinks. It was time to bury the past and let it rest in peace. He loved his father and would miss him dearly, but it was time to move on. His father would have wanted it that way. 'Shit, don't shed no tears for me. I'll be the lucky one.' His father used to tell him all the time. He wouldn't want him feeling sorry for himself over something he had no control over. It wasn't going to turn back time and bring him back so what was the use.
He wondered how good his opponent Defenestration Jones was going to be. Honestly, he couldn't find much out about her. He just hoped she would give him a good match. He needed to burn off a little more aggravation. Oh damn, she was even from Chicago too. A fine sister like that he was surprised he didn't know her. Especially with her being versed in martial arts. He studied Tae Kwon Do for a while in North Chicago. He never really incorporated into his ring style though he did use a couple of thrust and roundhouse kicks from time to time. It helped keep his opponents off guard and not knowing what to expect next. Always keep them guessing was the smartest advice an old man named Stu once told him. It seemed he knew a thing or two about wrestling being the matriarch of the Hart family. Johnny met him when he was first starting out and his father introduced him. He took every word the legend said to heart and was always trying to add to his repertoire whenever he could.
The blunt roach burned his finger as he took the last drag and dropped what was left into Lake Michigan. He felt pretty good as he stood up and walked back to his Harley. He felt better than he had in quite a while. Like a load was removed from his shoulders. He didn't have to worry anymore about his father or anything else but furthering his career and doing whatever it takes to win. He knew that he had it in him to run with the big dogs even here in Alpha Pro Wrestling. All he had to do was set his mind to it and do it instead of wasting his time. He wasn't going to be an opening attraction for much longer. It was time to start moving up instead of floundering around like a damn fish. He was better than that! He smiled as he hit the road and headed for Pizza Hut to grab a bite to eat. He could eat their cheese sticks all night long. Don't even get him started on the stuffed crust. Munchies sure were a bitch sometimes. He pulled into the parking lot just as a delivery driver was backing out. The driver wasn't paying attention and almost ran into him. Johnny jumped off his bike and ran after the guy but he kept going. He walked into the store and immediately asked to speak to a manager.
Rest. Mgr.
My name is Cindy and I am the store manager. How can I be of assistance?
Johnny Blaze
I'll tell you how. Your delivery driver almost backed right over me and then took off when I yelled at him.
Cindy
I'm sorry for that but I'd take off too if you were yelling at me. I've had complaints about him before and his employment with us will be terminated when he gets back. Also, your meal this evening will be on the house. Mandi will take care of your order.
The manager then spoke with one of the counter girls and walked into her office. The girl walked over to where he was standing.
Mandi
My name is Mandi. What can I get for you?
Johnny Blaze
I'll have a Stuffed Crust Meat Lovers, two orders of Cheese sticks, and a two liter of Mountain Dew.
Mandi
Alright, that will be about 20 minutes. What was your name?
Johnny Blaze
My name is Johnny Blaze.
Mandi
Wow, the wrestler? My boyfriend and I have tickets for the show in Milwaukee next Monday. We just love the APW. I feel honored. Can you sign something for my boyfriend? His name is Matt.
Johnny Blaze
I would be more than happy to.
Johnny signed an autograph and handed it to her. She stuck it in her pants pocket and went off to do some work. Johnny walked outside to wait because he didn't want to get suckered into messing with the damn machine trying to get some cheap toy out that you end up spending ten times the amount to get. He fired up a cigarette and sat down on his bike to wait. After a while the girl came outside to let him know his order was ready. He could smell the cheese sticks the moment she opened the door. He grabbed his order and headed for the motel down the street. He grabbed a room and went inside. It was just an inexpensive, barely furnished but clean room. There was a bed, a dresser, a television, a table and chair, and microwave. There wasn't any room service and no wifi. It was perfect for a nice quiet evening.
He sat down at the table and began eating. The cheese sticks seemed to melt in his mouth as he ate. They were so good. Especially when he was high and had the munchies. He finished the cheese sticks and most of the pizza along with the soda. Then he smoked a quick one to bring his buzz back up and kicked back to watch some television. Chicago PD was on. Time for Hank to kick some ass.
"Listen whoever you are and whatever the fuck your name is. If you don't give me a good match at Monday Night Metal I promise that I will make you pay for it! I don't give a fuck if you are a black belt damn ninja warrior princess. Your ass is mine when we step into that ring. Get ready because I am going to try to hurt you worse than you have ever hurt in your miserable life. Kiss my ass bitch because you're going down! Fuck you! How about that? Not literally of course, I'm not into catching shit and who knows what diseases your smelly cunt has. Have I pissed you off yet? Too fucking bad bitch! I want you to be so pissed off you can't stand it. Come on bitch and give me your best shot! That is, if you have the balls. I'll see your bitch ass in the ring!"
