Post by Night Rider on Jul 19, 2015 21:01:40 GMT -5
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Name
Bill
Age
About that old.
Efed Experience in years
18 years
Email and IM's - optional
williamrogersjr2011@yahoo.com
Wrestler Info[/color]
Wrestlers Name
Night Rider
Home Town
Chicago, Illinois
Gender
Male
Age
24
Height
6'5"
Weight
285
Pic Base (With picture)
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Entrance Music
'Orion' by Metallica
Entrance
The lights in the arena go out as red lasers begin shooting across the crowd. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the jumbo tron. Red pyrotechnics explode in front of the curtains and along the walkway as Night Rider steps out and makes his way towards the ring.
Alignment
Face
Wrestling Style
Technical Brawler
General Moves
1. Standing drop kick
2. Arm drag take down
3. Clothesline
4. Body Slam
5. Forearm smash
6. Piledriver
7. DDT
8. Elbow Drop
9. Irish Whip
10. Choke Slam
11. Eye gouge/Rake
12. Chops
13. Leg Drop
Finishers
Thunderstruck
A face first piledriver from the top rope.
End of times
Diamond cutter type neck breaker.
Biography
Grew up in the mean streets of Chicago. Was locked up multiple times as a juvenile after getting in with the wrong crowd. Decided to get his life straight and went to the police academy. Was made to leave the force after refusing to accept bribes. Started wrestling on the independent circuit and was mildly successful. Signed with NCW to test himself against the best.
A Sample RP.The announcement had just been made. It was final. He would be one of the fourteen people going at it in the Ultimate Ninth Battle Royal. Each person digging down deep for a chance to be on the biggest stage of the summer. Fuck Summerslam, Ultimate Showdown was the new king. Night Rider knew he would be facing Synn as a part of that match and it worried him. He didn't want them going at it disrupt the AoD. Corey Black, Celeste, Adam Young, Zombie McMorris, The Ultimate Destroyer, Q-Ball, Synn, Bubba Jones, K.L. Henson, Jackson White, Jack Coston, Thomas Uriel Bates, and Raymond Hatcher. The list was a virtual who's who of the talent fighting and clawing it's way towards the top. Each one looking to make a name for themselves. Some who had been there before looking to get back there and those wanting to make it for the first time.
He smiled as he thought about the hunger that would drive each of them. The burning desire that can only be quenched with victory. No, it wouldn't be easy at all and he wouldn't have it any other way. Nothing for him had ever come easy. His life was a struggle every step of the way. An eternal battle royal that would never end. Life was the ring and those who went over the ropes never came back. He knew what it was like to fight when the numbers were against you. To dig deep down inside for that little something extra just to keep going on. Of course he would be an underdog. No one will give him any chance at winning. That was something else he was used to. Let them have their doubts and he would surprise them every time. Just like he shocked the Internet champion and gave him the match of his life when everyone doubted him. The more they doubted him the more they would underestimate him. Then he will move in and strike, dealing the defeating blow to be victorious!
He would be ready for them. He would train and workout extra hard and smoke twice as much weed. He will be ready both physically and mentally. It was time he capitalized on the opportunity given to him and make a name for himself. Something more that a former Peoples Champion and two time former Tag Team Champion. He wanted something for himself. Something to prove that he was just as bad and just as tough as anyone else out there. He wanted the respect that went along with winning the singles titles. For years now he had concentrated on the tag team scene. Dominating it over and over. Counting ESW and here he had been a tag team champion five times with three different people.
He smiled when he thought of AoDsIcon and the war the original AoD raged against the Icons. Those belts changed hands back and forth until he and AoDsIcon finally came out on top. What a war that was. The AoD had the World, Tag Team, and US Championships and everyone hated them. They came from out of nowhere and shocked the world. Just like he intended to do with the Angels of Death in it's present incarnation. It was stronger now than at any other time. If they didn't make their move now they will never be able to. It was time to strike and he knew it. Still it really bothered him about Denise. He missed having her beside him, holding her, loving her. It was true. there could be no one else for him. To think that she would even think he would do anything with Angel Fyre when she already had his heart. He wished she would answer his calls and let him know how she felt. Could her love for him had died that quickly? Was it an eternity already?
Diablo was supposed to call him when his private jet landed. He left to take care of Angel Fyre after it was revealed that she was a spy and had traded her life to infiltrate the organization. She should have been killed at midnight. Shot in the back of the head while she begged for mercy. Corzone would be next. The guys he had working his tail were the best around. It wouldn't be long before his final revenge will be completed. The Corzone family would have been wiped from the face of the earth. Every one of them gone. He would then avenge their parents murder and Diablo having to go undercover.
Diablo still didn't know that it was Corzone who had the brake line in their parents car cut because their father worked for The Organization. Corzone was their family's mortal enemy and soon it would all be over. He knew he couldn't do it alone though. He would need numbers to take out the guards that will more than likely be present. He knew Oblivion and Apocalypse would help him and he pretty much knew he could count on Synn and Vengeance. He wasn't sure if it would be a position Gable would want to get involved in. Inside the world of wrestling sure but he didn't want to risk something happening and Gable losing his acting career. No way he would let that happen. Diablo was in deep enough with taking Angel out and disposing of her remains.
He didn't know if it would be enough. It would be dangerous enough with ten and they would have half of that. Corzone was known for aligning himself with the other Mexican drug cartel in the region to cover the losses of his own men. He kept himself surrounded at all times by his personal guards. They were responsible for two thirds of the smack coming through Texas. Night Rider drank and he liked smoking his weed but when it came to some of the other crap out there it had to go. Too many people were dying because of crap cut with the wrong chemicals. He couldn't stand by and let Corzone continue to get away with murder and decided to do something about it. Now it was almost finished.
He had barely gone two miles when his cell phone went off. he stopped long enough to answer.
Diablo: Dude, my plane just landed. Everything is taken care of but I didn't do a thing. Oh she was dead alright. The head was. Well lets just say she lost her head. Among other things that were sliced off. No clue as to who did it. No tire tracks in the area or anything. It was as if her killer swept in and swept out without a trace.
Night Rider: I don't know. Hell it could have been Corzone himself. I say we need to make our move soon and end this shit once and for all.
Diablo: I agree. Let's set up a meeting for later and fill everyone in on what needs to be done. Let them decide then if they want to give us a hand. It has to be their choice. Either way Corzone and his men are going down.
Night Rider: Definitely. This isn't a decision to be taken lightly. Not all of us may be coming back. So far there are three of us for sure. You, Me, and Avenger.
Diablo: Avenger? Are you kidding? Haven't seen that guy in years. Is he going to be AoD also?
Night Rider: No, he's not interested in any kind of commitment like that. Said he was stayin indy and having a blast. He didn't want to miss this opportunity though. You remember how close he and Icon were.
Diablo: Yeah, too bad Icon couldn't be here. Still keeping the low pro.
Night Rider: More than likely forever. Listen meet me back at the hotel in a few hours. I want to finish my workout and get some lifting in. See you then bro.
Night Rider hung up the phone and smiled. He hadn't thought of Icon in a while. The guy was a monster inside that ring. Much like Oblivion is now. That was probably why he liked Oblivion so well. He and Obi went way back and that was one person he knew he could count on. Just like AoDsIcon. Trust goes a long way.
He could feel his legs throbbing as he picked up his pace. One more mile and he would be finished. His breathing was steady and his mind blocked out the pain. He ran like a well oiled machine with the sun beating down on him. He ran in spite of the agony he felt. He ran to drive out the memories that refused to let him be. thoughts of her and special times they shared. He looked at the ring on his hand as a tear began to build behind his eyelids.
He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone before, more than he could ever love anyone again. She was more than just a wonderful partner. She was a great person. He wished he could convince her of how he truly felt. One way or another he would find a way to get his answer. It was time to settle it and move on. Either he would go on with her or he would go on alone. He had hoped to get it taken care of before they went after Corzone but he didn't have time. If for some reason he didn't come back he just hoped she would know that he loved her.
He thought about the upcoming match and some of the people he would be facing.One thing about a battle royal is you never knew just who would be coming after you next. They would be coming from all directions there could be no letting your guard down because the minute you did it would all be over. Guys like Corey Black and Z Mac who knew how to read their opponents just looking for the slightest sign of weakness to pounce on their prey. Guys like Synn and Hatcher who just didn't give a shit and went after everyone with reckless abandon. Then there are the rest of the hungry wolves all wanting to come out victorious. It promised to be one hell of a fight. He knew that trying to rely on wrestling moves by anyone would be a grave mistake. It would take more than a few arm drag take downs to win this one.
Fighting was something he knew very well. He was made for this kind of match. Hell he had been fighting all his life and was used to taking on multiple people. Fights were never fair in the streets. The odds were always against you when you ventured into a new and unknown area. Something he had done many times as the Royals, the gang he and Diablo were a part of expended it's territory. When the Royals moved in on the PBC it was one of the bloodiest street battles Chicago had ever seen. The PBC was nearly wiped out and would never be the same again. That is how he would go into this fight. Like it was just another street fight and he will take out anyone who got in his way. He didn't care who it was. There was no one in the match who really worried him or caused him any fear. He was just as good and better than any of them.
Let's take a good look at the other competitors. Corey Black. Some say his best days are behind him. They say he is grasping at straws trying to keep his career going. Night Rider wasn't one of those people. He knew that Creeping Death still lurked inside of Corey Black and he would be just as dangerous as ever before. He wasn't someone to take lightly. Celeste. The rowdy chic with tons of money. Her money won't save her and there will be nowhere for her to run inside the ring. Adam Young. The perennial disappointment who just doesn't have what it takes to hang with the big guns of the WCF. Night Rider wasn't worried about him. Their paths had crossed before and Adam Young just wasn't good enough period.
Zombie McMorris. What could he say about the great Honey Badger. The guy has been a fixture in mainstream matches since his arrival in WCF. Z Mac was a tough competitor and always gave everything he had in the ring. The only thing is Honey Badger was too predictable. His in ring style is always the same. Night Rider knew just how to handle him. Ultimate Destroyer and Q Ball. Both fall under the same category, never have beens and never will be's. Both were about as intimidating as a damn butterfly. He wasn't worried about them in the slightest bit.
Synn. Terry Roberts. The man and the myth. Night Rider knew him well. That was why even though he knew how unstable Synn could be Night Rider always wanted him on his side. He was the epitome of a badass. Synn was about as unpredictable as the weather. You never knew just where the guy was coming from. He was a lot like Night Rider in the fact that he didn't care how much damage he put his body through. He would do whatever it took to get the job done. That was something Night Rider admired in Synn. It would be a fight indeed between them. If it came down to it. He would watch Synn's back and knew Synn would do the same for him. Unless they were the only two left. Then it would be an all out war.
Bubba Jones? Really? Are you kidding me? The guy is nothing more than a filler and certainly nothing to worry about. Henson, White, and Coston. Three tough competitors who were just in over their heads. Neither one of them was really worth mentioning. Henson had promise but was nothing to worry about. Then you have Bates and Hatcher. Bates and the rest of his DRG boys were nothing but a bunch of AoD wanna be's. The Angels of Death are the original bad boys of the WCF. DRG was shit and would be exposed as such. hatcher he plain just didn't like. The guy showed what he was all about when he attacked Night Rider after their match like a coward and thought he would get away with it. His payment for that is still not finished. He had plans for Hatcher.
All in all not one of the competitors going against him worried him at all. It was just another day on the job as far as he was concerned. Sure, every one of them had their dreams of winning and moving on to Ultimate Showdown on top of the world. An opportunity to win the WCF World Heavyweight Championship or one of the other titles hanging in the balance. Night Rider was ready, his preparations completed. The only thing left to do was to go into Slam and show everyone that Night Rider and the rest of the AoD were all about taking care of business.
He stopped for a moment and looked around. His thoughts had taken his mind off of where he was going and now he had no clue as to where in the hell he was at. Sydney, Australia was hotter than he was used to. The sun burning down overhead was like a torch. He noticed a gas station just up ahead and made his way over there. He purchased a large bottle of water and drank it slowly, enjoying the coolness as it went down. He purchased a second one and stepped outside to pour it over his head. Damn that was much better. He was so busy doing this that he didn't see the white limo pull into the station. A young gentleman who was driving got out and called out to him.
Charles: Night Rider, I have someone here who would like to speak to you. He's waiting inside the limo.
Night Rider: I'm sure you think I'm stupid enough to just get into a vehicle like that when I don't know who the hell you are. I should kick your sorry ass right now. Bitch get the fuck out of my face before I change my mind and do a tap dance all over your face. Shit, I don't even know how to dance so you know how bad it will be.
Charles: Listen man, I'm just doing my job.
Suddenly the back door of the limo opens up and out steps a large bald man with arms bigger than he had ever seen. Layer upon layer of muscles rippled as he waved Night Rider over towards him.
Eduardo Cortez: So we finally meet. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eduardo Cortez. I believe you know my family well.
Night Rider: What the hell do you want?
Eduardo Cortez: No need to be harsh now. Unlike my father I'm not a violent man. I believe enough blood has already been shed. I came in peace to call a truce between our families. My father died a rich but stupid man. He carried on grudges for no reason and it cost him.
Night Rider: My parents were killed also. Then my brother had to fake his own death just to escape your fathers men. Why should I believe you or trust you?
Eduardo Cortez: I am a man of my word if I am anything. I am the last of my family that remains alive. I would like to have the chance to carry on the family name in a peaceful manner.
Night Rider stared into Eduardo Cortez's eyes looking for a trace of deception. None could be seen. He thought long and hard about everything they had been through and all the lives that had been lost. Maybe enough blood had been shed after all. Hell no! He promptly reached inside his sweat jacket, pulled his blade out and threw it. The blade went in through the middle of the large mans chest, third button down. It killed him instantly. Night Rider turned to go after the driver but he was nowhere to be seen. The limo suddenly sped away and disappeared down the road. Night Rider walked over and pulled his knife out of Cortez's chest and wiped it off on his shirt. Night Rider smiled as he placed the blade back into it's sheath.
Night Rider: Sorry Cortez, I don't make deals with dead people.
Night Rider turned to see if the attendant inside had seen anything. It didn't appear so. The old man was too busy reading some magazine. Night Rider dragged the body around to the side of the building so it wouldn't be easily noticed before starting to head back the way he came. then he couldn't remember which direction he had actually come from. He decided to go back in and ask the old man for directions back to the hotel.
Old Sam: Folks round these parts call me old Sam. Been here a lot of years now. Left the states after the wife passed away and decided to come down here. Hell I even got my own kangaroo.
Night Rider: Look, I just need to get back to the hotel. No offense but I'm kind of tired.
Old Sam: Rush rush rush, that's the trouble with younguns these days. Everyones in such a hurry. Anyway, only hotel near here is down old plank road over yonder. Take you right down to it, it will.
Night Rider muttered his thanks and rushed out the door before the old man tried telling him a story or something. He wasn't lying. He was tired. The run had worn his out more than he thought. Then with what happened just now. It's not that he didn't like killing. It just pissed him off that he didn't get to do it the way he wanted to. He wanted Cortez death to be a slow and miserable one. Night Rider wanted to enjoy the suffering as long as he could. Instead his blade found it's mark and stopped his heart quickly. Hell there was no fun in that at all. Oh well, at least it was all over.
By the time he made it back to the hotel the sun was beginning to go down as quick as the temperature. Both seemed to be dropping way too fast. The lobby began to spin and the next thing he knew he was on the floor. He woke up with a man placing an oxygen mask over his face. Night Rider grabbed it and snatched it off. He jumped up, spun around and kicked the guy right in the face. Someone tried to grab him from behind and Night Rider spun around swinging on instinct. He barely stopped in time before slugging the local law enforcement official. Night Rider stopped and placed his arms at his side. The officer backed up holding up his arms.
Officer: Hey look we are just here to help you. You passed out or something and he was trying to resuscitate you. It's good. Nice and easy now. You okay mate?
Night Rider: Yeah, I just went for a run and got to thinking about shit and wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I guess I overdid it a little. I'm okay now. I'll just head up to my room.
Officer: Why don't you do that mate. It will be best for all involved.
Night Rider took him at his word and headed for the elevator. He really needed some rest. After the long flight there and then his run. His sets would have to wait until tomorrow. The elevator door opened and Night Rider stepped of towards his room.
Hank Brown: Night Rider, Can I have a word with you for a moment?
Night Rider: Damn it Hank. This really isn't a good time.
Hank Brown: Come on give a guy a break here. Just a few simple questions, that's all.
Night Rider: Look man, I can only be polite for so long. I am tired, It's been a long day and I really don't have time for this shit.
Hank Brown: How about a statement then about the battle royal coming up at Slam?
Night Rider: Dude, you are lucky that I like you. Anyone else and I would have ripped them a new asshole by now. Okay you want a statement. Coming up this Sunday at Slam. Right here in beautifully fucked up Sydney, Australia. You will see some of the old school right along with the new school going at it like life itself depended on winning. It will be hotter than a diseased whore at a DRG rally. I don't think my opponents know just what they are getting themselves into. A battle royal is unlike any other match. Anytime you get that many people inside a big square beating the shit out of each other anything can happen! Everyone can gang up on any of the favorites and get rid of them easily. Anything can happen. every person in that ring will have the same chance of winning. It all comes down to who can handle it, who wants it enough, and who is lucky enough to survive. That person will be me, period!
Hank Brown: What is it that you have against the DRG?
Night Rider: I think they are a bunch of kids on tricycles playing a man's game. The AoD is back and we don't need any pretenders carrying on like the're a bunch of bad asses. It is my personal mission to rid the WCF of it's cancer. That's just what the DRG is. A cancer on the WCF. Just like Hatcher is nothing but a cancer on the sport itself. I will take care of that problem also. You just wait and see. Things are just getting started around here and you know how a big storm takes time to develop. This one is going to be a monster!
Hank Brown: Have you seen what Q Ball had to say about the match?
Night Rider: Q Ball? What are we playing billiards now too. This guy needs to go back to whatever pool hall he wandered out of before he gets hurt. He thinks he's going to win the battle royal? Only if everyone else in the match decides to not show up. From the way he talks he was here in WCF before under some other name. Which happens from time to time. Apparently he thinks he was pretty good. Who gives a shit. Fuck you Q Ball. Your best days are behind you. I saw your little comment about Kitt being at ringside. Dude that joke got old years ago. You don't see a damn K in front of my name. I am the Night Rider and you will learn to fear me. This isn't a game to me. I take this shit serious and all of the competitors will be finding that out soon enough. I don't care who I have to go through or what I have to do to win. hell why not go all out. I have nothing to lose.
Hank Brown: Thank you Night Rider. Would you like to sum it all up for those who still don't get it?
Night Rider: Those that still don't get it never will. All I have to say is this Sunday right here in good old Sydney, Australia. Slam will be one that no one forgets. It will be remembered for the night that all hell broke loose in the WCF. See you in the ring bitches.
Hank Brown: Thanks again Night Rider. I appreciate your cooperation.
Night Rider: Just don't make it a habit. Now if you will excuse me I really need to get some rest.
Night Rider went down the hall towards his room and opened his door. As he was about to step inside he heard someone else calling out to him.
Synn: Hey man. I just wanted to let you know that even though we will both be involved in the battle royal this week I still have your back and should we end up facing each other in the end I will not be holding anything back.
Night Rider: That's exactly how I feel. I got you dude. Nothing that happens in this match will affect us personally. It's all business. I'm glad you approached me like this. I was going to do the same myself when I got up tomorrow.
Synn: I just wanted you to know where I stand so there would be no misunderstanding. I'll talk to you tomorrow to work out some strategy.
Night Rider: Awesome dude. I'll see you then.
Finally Night Rider was able to get into his room. He undressed, showered, and was about to climb into bed when his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number and wasn't going to answer but decided what the hell. Afterwards he wished he had just let it ring.
Voice: You really think you're the shit don't you? You think everything is all over but it isn't. You are going to pay for everything you have done. In time you will now the true pain of losing someone close to you.
Then the line went dead. Night Rider tried calling the number back only to have it go to voice mail. Which wasn't set up so he couldn't even leave a message. 'What the hell' he thought as he climbed into bed. Didn't he just kill Corzone? He said that was who he was. Night Rider would have to find out before it was too late. First he needed a couple hours of sleep to refresh himself and think clearly. Then it came to him. Diablo was supposed to meet him back here at the hotel yet he has heard nothing from him. He tried calling Diablo but there was no answer. He left a message for him to call in the morning and hung up the phone.
Something wasn't right. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get to sleep. It had all been too easy killing who he had thought was Corzone. It shouldn't have been. Surely, the guy would have had bodyguards surrounding him. Night Rider was beginning to worry. It wasn't like Diablo to not call when he said he would. Night Rider finally gave up and got out of bed. It didn't look like he would be getting any sleep tonight. Just then someone knocked on his hotel room door. Night Rider walked over and looked through the peep hole before yanking the door open and grabbing a bloodied and battered Diablo.
Night Rider carried his brother over to the sofa and put him down. He grabbed a rag and wet id down. Gently he wiped the blood off and checked the injuries. His nose was possibly broken and he would have a black eye. The lip was busted but none of the cuts looked like they would need stitches. He would be in some pain for a few days but he would live. Night Rider checked his breathing and everything seemed fine so he decided to let him sleep and he would find out what happened in the morning. He grabbed his pipe out of the drawer and filled it with some good hydro he had picked up earlier. He fired it up and let it take him away from all of the craziness. It wouldn't be the first time he stayed up all night long. Only before it was more worth his time.
He decided to give Obi a call and fill him in on everything that had happened. After telling him about Diablo, Oblivion decided to come over. It didn't take long before there was another knock at his door. He walked over expecting Oblivion only to find the limo driver standing there with a gun in his hands. Night Rider tried slamming the door shut but the guy was too quick and was blocking the door from closing. Night Rider waited for the impact of the bullet that he just knew would be coming. Instead he heard the guy make a strange noise and then WHAM something was slammed hard against the other side of the hall.
Night Rider threw open the door and looked as Oblivion had the guy by the throat and was banging him against the wall as he spoke to him.
Oblivion: You should have known better than to mess with a friend of It's! It will destroy you and send your soul straight to hell!
Night Rider: It's cool man. Don't kill him. I want to get some answers out of this bitch.
Oblivion: I'm just the person you need if you want to make someone talk. It knows many ways to make someone feel pain. Torture is my specialty.
Night Rider: Bring him inside and let's find out just what the fuck is going on here.
Oblivion brought the guy in and tied him to one of the wooden chairs. Night Rider threw some water into the guys face to bring him around.
Night Rider: I'm going to ask one time nicely and then I am going to turn my friend on you. Was that really Corzone that I killed? If not then where is Corzone? And what the hell happened to my brother?
Driver: I'm not telling you anything. Figure it out for yourself.
Night Rider: Big mistake. I think you will be changing your mind.
Night Rider walked over to where he sat his bowl down and fired it up. Enjoying it's release as the screams of terror were like music to his ears. After taking another big hit it began to get quiet so he turned around to see how the progress was going. the guys left hand was a bloody mess as Oblivion had his fingernails lined up on the table. Oblivion stood there smiling with a pair of needle nose pliers in his hands.
Oblivion: I think he might be ready to talk now. After you bring him back around. He passed out after the last nail came out.
Night Rider laughed and grabbed a glass of water. He threw it into the guys face waking him up.
Night Rider: Now are you ready to answer or should my friend go back to work on you?
The guy spit in Night Riders face. Night Rider smiled at Oblivion and turned back to his pipe. It didn't take long before the screams started again. Only this time he could tell Oblivion was taking his time and making sure the guy didn't pass out. Night Rider smiled, trying hard not to burst out in a fit of laughter. Suddenly the guy began singing like a damn Canary. Telling them that Corzone was still alive and had paid some men to jump Diablo and send a message to Night Rider. The guy killed earlier was someone who had turned on Corzone and was set up to be a decoy. Night Rider looked at Oblivion and could tell it had gone too far now and there would be no stopping IT.
Night Rider: Go ahead and finish the slime off. Have some fun with him but gag him. These walls are supposed to be soundproof but you know how that goes.
The pain the poor guy must have gone through before death mercifully rescued him. He knew it went on until after daylight broke. Oblivion had spread out some large plastic bags to keep blood from getting on any of the floors or carpet. He then used another bag to dispose of the other bags and the body parts. After tying it all up they took the back way out of the hotel and disposed of the body. Burying it out in the sands.
"Do you see what kind of people you are messing with when you mess with the AoD? Everyone else in that battle royal is at a disadvantage because the two crazy fucks like Synn and I will be more than you can handle. This Slam will be the beginning of a statement that the AoD is making to the WCF as a whole. No one is going to be safe and from here on out everyone is put on notice."
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Name
Bill
Age
About that old.
Efed Experience in years
18 years
Email and IM's - optional
williamrogersjr2011@yahoo.com
Wrestler Info[/color]
Wrestlers Name
Night Rider
Home Town
Chicago, Illinois
Gender
Male
Age
24
Height
6'5"
Weight
285
Pic Base (With picture)
Entrance Music
'Orion' by Metallica
Entrance
The lights in the arena go out as red lasers begin shooting across the crowd. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the jumbo tron. Red pyrotechnics explode in front of the curtains and along the walkway as Night Rider steps out and makes his way towards the ring.
Alignment
Face
Wrestling Style
Technical Brawler
General Moves
1. Standing drop kick
2. Arm drag take down
3. Clothesline
4. Body Slam
5. Forearm smash
6. Piledriver
7. DDT
8. Elbow Drop
9. Irish Whip
10. Choke Slam
11. Eye gouge/Rake
12. Chops
13. Leg Drop
Finishers
Thunderstruck
A face first piledriver from the top rope.
End of times
Diamond cutter type neck breaker.
Biography
Grew up in the mean streets of Chicago. Was locked up multiple times as a juvenile after getting in with the wrong crowd. Decided to get his life straight and went to the police academy. Was made to leave the force after refusing to accept bribes. Started wrestling on the independent circuit and was mildly successful. Signed with NCW to test himself against the best.
A Sample RP.The announcement had just been made. It was final. He would be one of the fourteen people going at it in the Ultimate Ninth Battle Royal. Each person digging down deep for a chance to be on the biggest stage of the summer. Fuck Summerslam, Ultimate Showdown was the new king. Night Rider knew he would be facing Synn as a part of that match and it worried him. He didn't want them going at it disrupt the AoD. Corey Black, Celeste, Adam Young, Zombie McMorris, The Ultimate Destroyer, Q-Ball, Synn, Bubba Jones, K.L. Henson, Jackson White, Jack Coston, Thomas Uriel Bates, and Raymond Hatcher. The list was a virtual who's who of the talent fighting and clawing it's way towards the top. Each one looking to make a name for themselves. Some who had been there before looking to get back there and those wanting to make it for the first time.
He smiled as he thought about the hunger that would drive each of them. The burning desire that can only be quenched with victory. No, it wouldn't be easy at all and he wouldn't have it any other way. Nothing for him had ever come easy. His life was a struggle every step of the way. An eternal battle royal that would never end. Life was the ring and those who went over the ropes never came back. He knew what it was like to fight when the numbers were against you. To dig deep down inside for that little something extra just to keep going on. Of course he would be an underdog. No one will give him any chance at winning. That was something else he was used to. Let them have their doubts and he would surprise them every time. Just like he shocked the Internet champion and gave him the match of his life when everyone doubted him. The more they doubted him the more they would underestimate him. Then he will move in and strike, dealing the defeating blow to be victorious!
He would be ready for them. He would train and workout extra hard and smoke twice as much weed. He will be ready both physically and mentally. It was time he capitalized on the opportunity given to him and make a name for himself. Something more that a former Peoples Champion and two time former Tag Team Champion. He wanted something for himself. Something to prove that he was just as bad and just as tough as anyone else out there. He wanted the respect that went along with winning the singles titles. For years now he had concentrated on the tag team scene. Dominating it over and over. Counting ESW and here he had been a tag team champion five times with three different people.
He smiled when he thought of AoDsIcon and the war the original AoD raged against the Icons. Those belts changed hands back and forth until he and AoDsIcon finally came out on top. What a war that was. The AoD had the World, Tag Team, and US Championships and everyone hated them. They came from out of nowhere and shocked the world. Just like he intended to do with the Angels of Death in it's present incarnation. It was stronger now than at any other time. If they didn't make their move now they will never be able to. It was time to strike and he knew it. Still it really bothered him about Denise. He missed having her beside him, holding her, loving her. It was true. there could be no one else for him. To think that she would even think he would do anything with Angel Fyre when she already had his heart. He wished she would answer his calls and let him know how she felt. Could her love for him had died that quickly? Was it an eternity already?
Diablo was supposed to call him when his private jet landed. He left to take care of Angel Fyre after it was revealed that she was a spy and had traded her life to infiltrate the organization. She should have been killed at midnight. Shot in the back of the head while she begged for mercy. Corzone would be next. The guys he had working his tail were the best around. It wouldn't be long before his final revenge will be completed. The Corzone family would have been wiped from the face of the earth. Every one of them gone. He would then avenge their parents murder and Diablo having to go undercover.
Diablo still didn't know that it was Corzone who had the brake line in their parents car cut because their father worked for The Organization. Corzone was their family's mortal enemy and soon it would all be over. He knew he couldn't do it alone though. He would need numbers to take out the guards that will more than likely be present. He knew Oblivion and Apocalypse would help him and he pretty much knew he could count on Synn and Vengeance. He wasn't sure if it would be a position Gable would want to get involved in. Inside the world of wrestling sure but he didn't want to risk something happening and Gable losing his acting career. No way he would let that happen. Diablo was in deep enough with taking Angel out and disposing of her remains.
He didn't know if it would be enough. It would be dangerous enough with ten and they would have half of that. Corzone was known for aligning himself with the other Mexican drug cartel in the region to cover the losses of his own men. He kept himself surrounded at all times by his personal guards. They were responsible for two thirds of the smack coming through Texas. Night Rider drank and he liked smoking his weed but when it came to some of the other crap out there it had to go. Too many people were dying because of crap cut with the wrong chemicals. He couldn't stand by and let Corzone continue to get away with murder and decided to do something about it. Now it was almost finished.
He had barely gone two miles when his cell phone went off. he stopped long enough to answer.
Diablo: Dude, my plane just landed. Everything is taken care of but I didn't do a thing. Oh she was dead alright. The head was. Well lets just say she lost her head. Among other things that were sliced off. No clue as to who did it. No tire tracks in the area or anything. It was as if her killer swept in and swept out without a trace.
Night Rider: I don't know. Hell it could have been Corzone himself. I say we need to make our move soon and end this shit once and for all.
Diablo: I agree. Let's set up a meeting for later and fill everyone in on what needs to be done. Let them decide then if they want to give us a hand. It has to be their choice. Either way Corzone and his men are going down.
Night Rider: Definitely. This isn't a decision to be taken lightly. Not all of us may be coming back. So far there are three of us for sure. You, Me, and Avenger.
Diablo: Avenger? Are you kidding? Haven't seen that guy in years. Is he going to be AoD also?
Night Rider: No, he's not interested in any kind of commitment like that. Said he was stayin indy and having a blast. He didn't want to miss this opportunity though. You remember how close he and Icon were.
Diablo: Yeah, too bad Icon couldn't be here. Still keeping the low pro.
Night Rider: More than likely forever. Listen meet me back at the hotel in a few hours. I want to finish my workout and get some lifting in. See you then bro.
Night Rider hung up the phone and smiled. He hadn't thought of Icon in a while. The guy was a monster inside that ring. Much like Oblivion is now. That was probably why he liked Oblivion so well. He and Obi went way back and that was one person he knew he could count on. Just like AoDsIcon. Trust goes a long way.
He could feel his legs throbbing as he picked up his pace. One more mile and he would be finished. His breathing was steady and his mind blocked out the pain. He ran like a well oiled machine with the sun beating down on him. He ran in spite of the agony he felt. He ran to drive out the memories that refused to let him be. thoughts of her and special times they shared. He looked at the ring on his hand as a tear began to build behind his eyelids.
He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone before, more than he could ever love anyone again. She was more than just a wonderful partner. She was a great person. He wished he could convince her of how he truly felt. One way or another he would find a way to get his answer. It was time to settle it and move on. Either he would go on with her or he would go on alone. He had hoped to get it taken care of before they went after Corzone but he didn't have time. If for some reason he didn't come back he just hoped she would know that he loved her.
He thought about the upcoming match and some of the people he would be facing.One thing about a battle royal is you never knew just who would be coming after you next. They would be coming from all directions there could be no letting your guard down because the minute you did it would all be over. Guys like Corey Black and Z Mac who knew how to read their opponents just looking for the slightest sign of weakness to pounce on their prey. Guys like Synn and Hatcher who just didn't give a shit and went after everyone with reckless abandon. Then there are the rest of the hungry wolves all wanting to come out victorious. It promised to be one hell of a fight. He knew that trying to rely on wrestling moves by anyone would be a grave mistake. It would take more than a few arm drag take downs to win this one.
Fighting was something he knew very well. He was made for this kind of match. Hell he had been fighting all his life and was used to taking on multiple people. Fights were never fair in the streets. The odds were always against you when you ventured into a new and unknown area. Something he had done many times as the Royals, the gang he and Diablo were a part of expended it's territory. When the Royals moved in on the PBC it was one of the bloodiest street battles Chicago had ever seen. The PBC was nearly wiped out and would never be the same again. That is how he would go into this fight. Like it was just another street fight and he will take out anyone who got in his way. He didn't care who it was. There was no one in the match who really worried him or caused him any fear. He was just as good and better than any of them.
Let's take a good look at the other competitors. Corey Black. Some say his best days are behind him. They say he is grasping at straws trying to keep his career going. Night Rider wasn't one of those people. He knew that Creeping Death still lurked inside of Corey Black and he would be just as dangerous as ever before. He wasn't someone to take lightly. Celeste. The rowdy chic with tons of money. Her money won't save her and there will be nowhere for her to run inside the ring. Adam Young. The perennial disappointment who just doesn't have what it takes to hang with the big guns of the WCF. Night Rider wasn't worried about him. Their paths had crossed before and Adam Young just wasn't good enough period.
Zombie McMorris. What could he say about the great Honey Badger. The guy has been a fixture in mainstream matches since his arrival in WCF. Z Mac was a tough competitor and always gave everything he had in the ring. The only thing is Honey Badger was too predictable. His in ring style is always the same. Night Rider knew just how to handle him. Ultimate Destroyer and Q Ball. Both fall under the same category, never have beens and never will be's. Both were about as intimidating as a damn butterfly. He wasn't worried about them in the slightest bit.
Synn. Terry Roberts. The man and the myth. Night Rider knew him well. That was why even though he knew how unstable Synn could be Night Rider always wanted him on his side. He was the epitome of a badass. Synn was about as unpredictable as the weather. You never knew just where the guy was coming from. He was a lot like Night Rider in the fact that he didn't care how much damage he put his body through. He would do whatever it took to get the job done. That was something Night Rider admired in Synn. It would be a fight indeed between them. If it came down to it. He would watch Synn's back and knew Synn would do the same for him. Unless they were the only two left. Then it would be an all out war.
Bubba Jones? Really? Are you kidding me? The guy is nothing more than a filler and certainly nothing to worry about. Henson, White, and Coston. Three tough competitors who were just in over their heads. Neither one of them was really worth mentioning. Henson had promise but was nothing to worry about. Then you have Bates and Hatcher. Bates and the rest of his DRG boys were nothing but a bunch of AoD wanna be's. The Angels of Death are the original bad boys of the WCF. DRG was shit and would be exposed as such. hatcher he plain just didn't like. The guy showed what he was all about when he attacked Night Rider after their match like a coward and thought he would get away with it. His payment for that is still not finished. He had plans for Hatcher.
All in all not one of the competitors going against him worried him at all. It was just another day on the job as far as he was concerned. Sure, every one of them had their dreams of winning and moving on to Ultimate Showdown on top of the world. An opportunity to win the WCF World Heavyweight Championship or one of the other titles hanging in the balance. Night Rider was ready, his preparations completed. The only thing left to do was to go into Slam and show everyone that Night Rider and the rest of the AoD were all about taking care of business.
He stopped for a moment and looked around. His thoughts had taken his mind off of where he was going and now he had no clue as to where in the hell he was at. Sydney, Australia was hotter than he was used to. The sun burning down overhead was like a torch. He noticed a gas station just up ahead and made his way over there. He purchased a large bottle of water and drank it slowly, enjoying the coolness as it went down. He purchased a second one and stepped outside to pour it over his head. Damn that was much better. He was so busy doing this that he didn't see the white limo pull into the station. A young gentleman who was driving got out and called out to him.
Charles: Night Rider, I have someone here who would like to speak to you. He's waiting inside the limo.
Night Rider: I'm sure you think I'm stupid enough to just get into a vehicle like that when I don't know who the hell you are. I should kick your sorry ass right now. Bitch get the fuck out of my face before I change my mind and do a tap dance all over your face. Shit, I don't even know how to dance so you know how bad it will be.
Charles: Listen man, I'm just doing my job.
Suddenly the back door of the limo opens up and out steps a large bald man with arms bigger than he had ever seen. Layer upon layer of muscles rippled as he waved Night Rider over towards him.
Eduardo Cortez: So we finally meet. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eduardo Cortez. I believe you know my family well.
Night Rider: What the hell do you want?
Eduardo Cortez: No need to be harsh now. Unlike my father I'm not a violent man. I believe enough blood has already been shed. I came in peace to call a truce between our families. My father died a rich but stupid man. He carried on grudges for no reason and it cost him.
Night Rider: My parents were killed also. Then my brother had to fake his own death just to escape your fathers men. Why should I believe you or trust you?
Eduardo Cortez: I am a man of my word if I am anything. I am the last of my family that remains alive. I would like to have the chance to carry on the family name in a peaceful manner.
Night Rider stared into Eduardo Cortez's eyes looking for a trace of deception. None could be seen. He thought long and hard about everything they had been through and all the lives that had been lost. Maybe enough blood had been shed after all. Hell no! He promptly reached inside his sweat jacket, pulled his blade out and threw it. The blade went in through the middle of the large mans chest, third button down. It killed him instantly. Night Rider turned to go after the driver but he was nowhere to be seen. The limo suddenly sped away and disappeared down the road. Night Rider walked over and pulled his knife out of Cortez's chest and wiped it off on his shirt. Night Rider smiled as he placed the blade back into it's sheath.
Night Rider: Sorry Cortez, I don't make deals with dead people.
Night Rider turned to see if the attendant inside had seen anything. It didn't appear so. The old man was too busy reading some magazine. Night Rider dragged the body around to the side of the building so it wouldn't be easily noticed before starting to head back the way he came. then he couldn't remember which direction he had actually come from. He decided to go back in and ask the old man for directions back to the hotel.
Old Sam: Folks round these parts call me old Sam. Been here a lot of years now. Left the states after the wife passed away and decided to come down here. Hell I even got my own kangaroo.
Night Rider: Look, I just need to get back to the hotel. No offense but I'm kind of tired.
Old Sam: Rush rush rush, that's the trouble with younguns these days. Everyones in such a hurry. Anyway, only hotel near here is down old plank road over yonder. Take you right down to it, it will.
Night Rider muttered his thanks and rushed out the door before the old man tried telling him a story or something. He wasn't lying. He was tired. The run had worn his out more than he thought. Then with what happened just now. It's not that he didn't like killing. It just pissed him off that he didn't get to do it the way he wanted to. He wanted Cortez death to be a slow and miserable one. Night Rider wanted to enjoy the suffering as long as he could. Instead his blade found it's mark and stopped his heart quickly. Hell there was no fun in that at all. Oh well, at least it was all over.
By the time he made it back to the hotel the sun was beginning to go down as quick as the temperature. Both seemed to be dropping way too fast. The lobby began to spin and the next thing he knew he was on the floor. He woke up with a man placing an oxygen mask over his face. Night Rider grabbed it and snatched it off. He jumped up, spun around and kicked the guy right in the face. Someone tried to grab him from behind and Night Rider spun around swinging on instinct. He barely stopped in time before slugging the local law enforcement official. Night Rider stopped and placed his arms at his side. The officer backed up holding up his arms.
Officer: Hey look we are just here to help you. You passed out or something and he was trying to resuscitate you. It's good. Nice and easy now. You okay mate?
Night Rider: Yeah, I just went for a run and got to thinking about shit and wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I guess I overdid it a little. I'm okay now. I'll just head up to my room.
Officer: Why don't you do that mate. It will be best for all involved.
Night Rider took him at his word and headed for the elevator. He really needed some rest. After the long flight there and then his run. His sets would have to wait until tomorrow. The elevator door opened and Night Rider stepped of towards his room.
Hank Brown: Night Rider, Can I have a word with you for a moment?
Night Rider: Damn it Hank. This really isn't a good time.
Hank Brown: Come on give a guy a break here. Just a few simple questions, that's all.
Night Rider: Look man, I can only be polite for so long. I am tired, It's been a long day and I really don't have time for this shit.
Hank Brown: How about a statement then about the battle royal coming up at Slam?
Night Rider: Dude, you are lucky that I like you. Anyone else and I would have ripped them a new asshole by now. Okay you want a statement. Coming up this Sunday at Slam. Right here in beautifully fucked up Sydney, Australia. You will see some of the old school right along with the new school going at it like life itself depended on winning. It will be hotter than a diseased whore at a DRG rally. I don't think my opponents know just what they are getting themselves into. A battle royal is unlike any other match. Anytime you get that many people inside a big square beating the shit out of each other anything can happen! Everyone can gang up on any of the favorites and get rid of them easily. Anything can happen. every person in that ring will have the same chance of winning. It all comes down to who can handle it, who wants it enough, and who is lucky enough to survive. That person will be me, period!
Hank Brown: What is it that you have against the DRG?
Night Rider: I think they are a bunch of kids on tricycles playing a man's game. The AoD is back and we don't need any pretenders carrying on like the're a bunch of bad asses. It is my personal mission to rid the WCF of it's cancer. That's just what the DRG is. A cancer on the WCF. Just like Hatcher is nothing but a cancer on the sport itself. I will take care of that problem also. You just wait and see. Things are just getting started around here and you know how a big storm takes time to develop. This one is going to be a monster!
Hank Brown: Have you seen what Q Ball had to say about the match?
Night Rider: Q Ball? What are we playing billiards now too. This guy needs to go back to whatever pool hall he wandered out of before he gets hurt. He thinks he's going to win the battle royal? Only if everyone else in the match decides to not show up. From the way he talks he was here in WCF before under some other name. Which happens from time to time. Apparently he thinks he was pretty good. Who gives a shit. Fuck you Q Ball. Your best days are behind you. I saw your little comment about Kitt being at ringside. Dude that joke got old years ago. You don't see a damn K in front of my name. I am the Night Rider and you will learn to fear me. This isn't a game to me. I take this shit serious and all of the competitors will be finding that out soon enough. I don't care who I have to go through or what I have to do to win. hell why not go all out. I have nothing to lose.
Hank Brown: Thank you Night Rider. Would you like to sum it all up for those who still don't get it?
Night Rider: Those that still don't get it never will. All I have to say is this Sunday right here in good old Sydney, Australia. Slam will be one that no one forgets. It will be remembered for the night that all hell broke loose in the WCF. See you in the ring bitches.
Hank Brown: Thanks again Night Rider. I appreciate your cooperation.
Night Rider: Just don't make it a habit. Now if you will excuse me I really need to get some rest.
Night Rider went down the hall towards his room and opened his door. As he was about to step inside he heard someone else calling out to him.
Synn: Hey man. I just wanted to let you know that even though we will both be involved in the battle royal this week I still have your back and should we end up facing each other in the end I will not be holding anything back.
Night Rider: That's exactly how I feel. I got you dude. Nothing that happens in this match will affect us personally. It's all business. I'm glad you approached me like this. I was going to do the same myself when I got up tomorrow.
Synn: I just wanted you to know where I stand so there would be no misunderstanding. I'll talk to you tomorrow to work out some strategy.
Night Rider: Awesome dude. I'll see you then.
Finally Night Rider was able to get into his room. He undressed, showered, and was about to climb into bed when his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number and wasn't going to answer but decided what the hell. Afterwards he wished he had just let it ring.
Voice: You really think you're the shit don't you? You think everything is all over but it isn't. You are going to pay for everything you have done. In time you will now the true pain of losing someone close to you.
Then the line went dead. Night Rider tried calling the number back only to have it go to voice mail. Which wasn't set up so he couldn't even leave a message. 'What the hell' he thought as he climbed into bed. Didn't he just kill Corzone? He said that was who he was. Night Rider would have to find out before it was too late. First he needed a couple hours of sleep to refresh himself and think clearly. Then it came to him. Diablo was supposed to meet him back here at the hotel yet he has heard nothing from him. He tried calling Diablo but there was no answer. He left a message for him to call in the morning and hung up the phone.
Something wasn't right. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get to sleep. It had all been too easy killing who he had thought was Corzone. It shouldn't have been. Surely, the guy would have had bodyguards surrounding him. Night Rider was beginning to worry. It wasn't like Diablo to not call when he said he would. Night Rider finally gave up and got out of bed. It didn't look like he would be getting any sleep tonight. Just then someone knocked on his hotel room door. Night Rider walked over and looked through the peep hole before yanking the door open and grabbing a bloodied and battered Diablo.
Night Rider carried his brother over to the sofa and put him down. He grabbed a rag and wet id down. Gently he wiped the blood off and checked the injuries. His nose was possibly broken and he would have a black eye. The lip was busted but none of the cuts looked like they would need stitches. He would be in some pain for a few days but he would live. Night Rider checked his breathing and everything seemed fine so he decided to let him sleep and he would find out what happened in the morning. He grabbed his pipe out of the drawer and filled it with some good hydro he had picked up earlier. He fired it up and let it take him away from all of the craziness. It wouldn't be the first time he stayed up all night long. Only before it was more worth his time.
He decided to give Obi a call and fill him in on everything that had happened. After telling him about Diablo, Oblivion decided to come over. It didn't take long before there was another knock at his door. He walked over expecting Oblivion only to find the limo driver standing there with a gun in his hands. Night Rider tried slamming the door shut but the guy was too quick and was blocking the door from closing. Night Rider waited for the impact of the bullet that he just knew would be coming. Instead he heard the guy make a strange noise and then WHAM something was slammed hard against the other side of the hall.
Night Rider threw open the door and looked as Oblivion had the guy by the throat and was banging him against the wall as he spoke to him.
Oblivion: You should have known better than to mess with a friend of It's! It will destroy you and send your soul straight to hell!
Night Rider: It's cool man. Don't kill him. I want to get some answers out of this bitch.
Oblivion: I'm just the person you need if you want to make someone talk. It knows many ways to make someone feel pain. Torture is my specialty.
Night Rider: Bring him inside and let's find out just what the fuck is going on here.
Oblivion brought the guy in and tied him to one of the wooden chairs. Night Rider threw some water into the guys face to bring him around.
Night Rider: I'm going to ask one time nicely and then I am going to turn my friend on you. Was that really Corzone that I killed? If not then where is Corzone? And what the hell happened to my brother?
Driver: I'm not telling you anything. Figure it out for yourself.
Night Rider: Big mistake. I think you will be changing your mind.
Night Rider walked over to where he sat his bowl down and fired it up. Enjoying it's release as the screams of terror were like music to his ears. After taking another big hit it began to get quiet so he turned around to see how the progress was going. the guys left hand was a bloody mess as Oblivion had his fingernails lined up on the table. Oblivion stood there smiling with a pair of needle nose pliers in his hands.
Oblivion: I think he might be ready to talk now. After you bring him back around. He passed out after the last nail came out.
Night Rider laughed and grabbed a glass of water. He threw it into the guys face waking him up.
Night Rider: Now are you ready to answer or should my friend go back to work on you?
The guy spit in Night Riders face. Night Rider smiled at Oblivion and turned back to his pipe. It didn't take long before the screams started again. Only this time he could tell Oblivion was taking his time and making sure the guy didn't pass out. Night Rider smiled, trying hard not to burst out in a fit of laughter. Suddenly the guy began singing like a damn Canary. Telling them that Corzone was still alive and had paid some men to jump Diablo and send a message to Night Rider. The guy killed earlier was someone who had turned on Corzone and was set up to be a decoy. Night Rider looked at Oblivion and could tell it had gone too far now and there would be no stopping IT.
Night Rider: Go ahead and finish the slime off. Have some fun with him but gag him. These walls are supposed to be soundproof but you know how that goes.
The pain the poor guy must have gone through before death mercifully rescued him. He knew it went on until after daylight broke. Oblivion had spread out some large plastic bags to keep blood from getting on any of the floors or carpet. He then used another bag to dispose of the other bags and the body parts. After tying it all up they took the back way out of the hotel and disposed of the body. Burying it out in the sands.
"Do you see what kind of people you are messing with when you mess with the AoD? Everyone else in that battle royal is at a disadvantage because the two crazy fucks like Synn and I will be more than you can handle. This Slam will be the beginning of a statement that the AoD is making to the WCF as a whole. No one is going to be safe and from here on out everyone is put on notice."
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