I hate night clubs.  So many people trying to hide who they are.  Trying to be someone else in a sad and pathetic effort to get attention, from whoever.  That and I hate the music.  Always some five minute MTV flash in the pan rapper who thinks he is hardcore using the same shit as the last guy.  What a crock of shit..

 

I wasn't always like this.  Well I still hated the music but the night club scene wasn't so bad.  Back when New Era Wrestling was one of the highest rated federations in professional wrestling.  The money was flowing in and I was its number one draw, I was wealthy.  Not like when I was younger, that money was not my own, this was different.  The money was mine, the girls were mine, the drugs, the life, everything was my own.  I was a pig in slop. 

 

Now of course the NEW is closed, dead, gone.  My life is a lot different,  some of the money is still there, gone are the girls, the parties, the drugs... most of them at least.  Am I happy?  No, but it has nothing to do what made me happy before....  life is crazy like that I guess

I've been sitting in my Jeep in the parking garage a block away from the Viper Room in California.  I like Cali.  Its far more relaxed then New York City.  I've been watching the door, hoping that I'll recognize the cocksucker who is trying to blackmail me.  I figure it must be someone I'll know.  It all seems too comfortable to be some random person.  No luck yet.  I must admit that even though I have been to the Viper Room in the past but still I am struck by the regular appearance of this place.  Such an infamous place, with such an infamous history.  Owned by Johnny Depp, death place of River Phoenix, Hollywood's dirty little party place through the early 90's.  Looks like a regular old night club to me.  What a let down.

My head hurts... Should have had a doctor stitch it up I suppose.  Melina got me pretty good.  Rotten bastard, I can't wait to get ahold of him again.  Though I must admit his new alliance with Mr. Diamond is a bit disconcerting.  Jade is one of the best, there is no denying it.  No use trying to put him down.  Melina is a very big guy, and very powerful.  I'm not gonna mess around next time....

Melina is not the only name up on my mind though.  There is Krunch.  To be honest I have a certain amount of undeserved respect for him.  He is honest, brutally honest.  He expresses exactly how he feels and does not try to cover it up at all.  That's something I can respect.  Though it seems that what comes out of his mouth when he does these little rants may not be the most intelligent things ever babbled.  He can pick on people pretty good.  High school bully I bet.  That's fine he can pick on Hardcore Jay all you want, but he'll never be able to take away the years that he has spent bleeding for the fans, and he can make fun of me all he want but it won't stop me from taking his title.

Mr. Pandora.  Danny, came from a broken home.... how sad, so now he is a wrestler.  A good one too from the matches I've seen.  I suppose he is lucky though, if he had been a girl and came from that home she would have had to been a stripper or porn star.  Showing her tits on Howard Stern... I think that might still be an option for him though.  He says that I need resolution, that I need focus.  Ask Wicked Clown about my focus.  My Focus is on that shiny belt of yours.... and that stupid club in front of me.....  9 o'clock

Ares:  Excuse me I need to get in there.

Bouncer:  I hardly think you are properly dressed to attend this club sir.

I look down at the jeans and The Doors T-shirt that I'm wearing and I begin to realize my chances of getting into anywhere in California dressed like this is pretty damn slim.  Better come up with something.

Ares:  Listen I got this letter that said I had to met someone here....

Bouncer:  Did you say a letter?  Sorry for the delay sir please enter.

Guys not too bright.  I can hear what he says into his radio.  "He is here, sir."

I walk into the club and all I can hear is some 50 Cent song blaring over the clubs audio system.  God only knows which one.  They all sound the same to me.  Bunch of crap.  A bunch of crap which suddenly stops.  Then Chemical Brothers "Setting Sun" starts to play.  Someone really wants me to be comfortable.

Bouncer:  This way sir.

Ares:  Thank you Lurch.

I follow the walking brick wall.  He takes me to a far corner of the club.  He stops and stands between me and someone sitting in the corner of the both shrouded with darkness.  I hate mysteries almost as much as I hate clubs.

Ares:  Ok, I'm here lets see these pictures.

Voice:  Patience is a virtue Mr. Zieniuk.  You'll get what is coming to you soon enough.  I just wanted to let you know that your old boss wants you back into the fold.  You have no choice in this matter.  The pictures will remain with the boss until he feels that you have paid your dues.  You know belong to us Mr. Zieniuk. 

Ares:  Fuck that!

One shot put the bouncer down and I grab the figure by the throat and then realize that its its not fighting back.  I pull the figure into the lit to find that it is a corpse.  A Corpse with a walkie talkie strapped to it.  I gotta get outta here... its the first thought on my mind.  I push the body back into the corner and turn for the door.  Soon as I turn I see five guys with badges staring at me.

I recognize the badges.  Not cops, MZ Corp security personal.  I know what that means.  It means I can crush them.......

As I watch Ares leave the club I can not help but wonder, how does one man take out five trained MZ Corp Personal.  I could just shoot him.  He is right there.  I good shot would take him out.  Then I would finally be rid of my old friend.  But there is still so much more fun to be had.......