It was a quiet night. A full moon shone down upon the coast. The calm silence that was about was suddenly interrupted by a thunderous roar. In the moonlight, a lone figure tore down the road on his large hog towards the coastline. His long black coat flapped in the wind, his spurred boots rested upon the motorcycle pegs; and his hands, covered by fingerless gloves with large spikes protruding out, gripped tightly onto the ape-hanger style handlebars. By many, he was known as John Wallace. By ALL, he was remembered as the Rider. Wallace's abilities had earned him a fearsome reputation, for many knew what his abilities had in store for them.
At the current time, Wallace was on his way towards the beach. The Blazing Saints had become known as enforcers of the road. Along their way, they combated mercenaries, assassins, and other forces too terrible to comprehend. It had come to the attention of the 'Saints that a special tournament of sorts would be held. Many of the world's deadliest assassins had joined. Therefore, the 'Saints would join as well. The council saw it as a way to clear some of the world's most dangerous menaces. When it came time to vote, John Wallace stood up. Because he was the president of the group, he was urged by many to remain and have someone else go. Despite the urgings of Joe Archer, Fa Shu Kai, Rider Davidson, and even Kayla D'Ambrose, John decided to go - alone.
After receiving the instructions, Wallace packed several weapons and supplies. First and foremost, he strapped on a study yet lightweight piece of body armor. Being made of the finest and sturdiest materials, John had received it from a contact within Veritas Inc. It protected his entire torso and shoulder areas, while still enabling freedom of motion. After that, he packed two modified Israeli .50 caliber hand guns on his upper body as well. Then, he strapped on a set of throwing knives onto his right thigh. While he was doing so, Rider Davidson walked by and started laughing. "Hey look, it's Blade!" he said jokingly. Davidson's youthful joking around helped balance out the strong seriousness portrayed by Fa Shu Kai. As he prepared to leave, he grabbed a 5.56mm assault rifle. When its bullets hit a human body, they would turn sideways and tear several inches of the target's flesh away. It would serve as his large weapon.
John was just about ready. He fastened a set of large hunting knives to his belt, grabbed his long coat, then headed towards the door. As he was leaving the roadhouse, he saw Joe "the Renegade" Archer sitting at the bar with a mug of beer. Joe looked at him, then nodded his head in acknowledgement. Brock Peril and John Diaz were playing pool. They simply looked up and watched as the President of the Blazing Saints walked by, perhaps to his death. Just as he walked out the door, a hand was gently placed on his shoulder. John looked back and saw Kay. Although no one was around, she put on a strong face. "You take care of yourself, ya hear?" she said. By the sound of her voice, John could tell she was trying to hold back the emotion. She then kissed his cheek and John headed over to his ride. After starting it up, he turned around, glanced one more time at Kay, then rode off into the night.
As he tore down the road towards the beach, his heart began to quicken. So much responsibility had befallen him. He never asked for it. Some people are born great. Others have greatness thrust upon him. John Wallace accepted the presidency when Jack "the Saint" Michaels died right before his eyes. John had to survive. At times, he took on the burden of others around him. In some ways, it made him a "guardian" of sorts. However, the spirit of Vengeance raged within his soul, struggling for control. Wallace could not let it interfere with his reasoning now. Above all, he rarely embraced the form of the Rider. It was by far the strongest weapon he had. However, it felt as if it were slowly gaining more and more control over him each time he embraced its nature.
He had finally reached the beach. As his ride rolled along the sand, he stopped and cut the engine. Closing his eyes briefly, he took in all of his surroundings. The calming sea breeze which blew in his face, clearing him head and putting him in a more logical state of mind. Wallace then dismounted the hog and siezed the chain that was wrapped around the helmet stand. He wrapped the metallic whip around his torse and unshouldered the assault rifle. Now, he was finally ready to battle. He had no idea who his opponent was. Whoever it was, he was ready for them.