St. Jury: Keep on Keepin' On
Nov 13, 2015 11:48:46 GMT -5
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Post by Cory Steel on Nov 13, 2015 11:48:46 GMT -5
St. Jury: Keep on Keepin' On
"Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?"
"Yes!"
"Do you believe he died on the cross on Calvary Hill for all mans sins?"
"Oh yes brother, he died for you and me!"
"Aman!"
The water when he first waded in was cold and he had set to shivering two steps in. He felt as the baptism went on he got warmer, the shivering ceased, and he felt the Holy guts dancing in his belly. Cory Steel had never felt this comfort in his entire life. He spent most of it clutching at straws to big for his own hands.
Money was a root to evil. Power was to much for one man.
The preacher covered Jury's mouth with a purple silk rag, "Bless him father as he is now one of yours; a child new to the fold."
Jury was then grabbed from behind, Judge smiled a wolfy grin over his brother, and with the help of the preacher they dunked him into the clear cold water.
Sins washed away.
There was a flash of red light a brief glimpse into his future: 'We arw gathered here today to remember a brother; a father; a friend," spoke the most sinister voice that Jury had ever heard. He was in the middle of a room full of weeping eyes, in front was a black casket engulfed in raging flames, and at the head and foot was Othello Craven and Victor Creed.
Lightening flashed. Thunder rolled. Red rain began to fall from the ceiling. Jury was moving forward just as the crowd of people turned into a chorus of wailing demons!
"I regret to tell you all but this man," the speaker began again this time spitting fire with each word like a Southern Free Will Baptist, "Feasts alone in Hell brothers! A false prophet who spat lies ALL his life, bamboozled those around him with empty promises, he murdered, and stole! God says turn from me I never knew ye!"
A flash of white light.
Jury was on his back looking up from a deep hole. The man in black stood over him smoking a cigarette, "Hell is the ticket pilgrim!"
Jury opened his eyes and was coming up out of the water, he had no time to deal with that vision as his brother Judge held his arms up and began to dance around in the water singing.
"Joy, joy, joy down in my heart!" He belted with a lively tune, "He's gave me great joy, joy, joy down in my heart!"
Jury could do nothing but smile and dance with his brother. This was all meant to be, if it hadn't been Gods plan than Revelation would have won. Their binds as brothers would have been ended and a great war started.
God was real. His plan for them was ever so clear, Judge and Jury were meant to be! The Saints were marching in!
JOY! JOY! JOY DOWN IN OUR HEART!
HANGIN' THREE
"So, that's the plan?" Jury asked his brother as he lit up a cigarette and looked back over their map, "I like it but it's risky man."
"Exactly," Judge huffed sarcastically, "So risky and stupid who would ever suspect us?"
This got a chuckle out of Jury, "Alright little brother, I'm game."
Judge rolled his eyes, "Just by a few minutes for the record."
The Steel brothers, since their win over Revelation, have come together stronger than ever. Some debate their win wasn't justified as Stormm wasn't the legal man, Jury's opinion was he pinned Justin regardless. 1, 2, and 3.
Jury went head to head with Grimm. He allowed the myth of horrors enter the ring as his equal, as someone who he wasn't afraid of, and they clashed. A dream come true for Jury and Cory. Jury became a monster that night.
"I still can't get over you brother," Judge interrupted his brothers thoughts, "How proud I am of you, standing up against your hero."
"I didn't think I was going to be able too," Jury responded flicking the ashes from his cigarette and grabbing a beer beside him, "Who would? Would you? I had to prove myself."
"And proved you are big brother," Judge said with his sly wolf smile, "We beat tag team legends, and the Unholy Alliance was broken. We tested the faith of Revelation, and it was ruined."
Jury snuffed the cigarette out on the floor with his boot heel, "Some claim it wasn't a fair win."
"How do you feel about it?" Judge was now more serious toned, his curiosity peeked.
"I wanted Grimm," is all he said.
"And you got him, you stood face to face so what more do you want?" Judge was confused.
"I wanted to BEAT HIM," Jury said slapping the table three times, "I wanted to pin him for 3! I only showed I wasn't afraid not that I could pin him."
Judge shook his head with a shrug, "Well we got one even better than Grimm," Judge made a cut throat taunt, "The head and its ass!"
"And Stormm," Jury added with a grin.
"The icing on the cake is that we're going to rub it in Nathan's face that we the glorious Saints did what he couldn't," Judge began but Jury stopped him, "Actually that would be taking the belt away from Billy."
"Jury, moves and," Judge began but they finished the sentence together, "Counter moves."
"Revelation an extension of the Hand, we cut it off from laying claim to the tag titles," Jury began, "That's a blow because they seem to want them all and we stopped that! I say we go all in and just deal another blow."
"What do you know about Eira?" Judge asked while be began to trace a new line on their map.
"Uh, I don't think we've ever crossed paths," Jury said trying to remember, "I honestly don't think she'll be a problem."
"She's good from what I've seen but," Judge paused thinking of the right thing to say, "I don't like her!"
"Neither do I or," Jury smirked, "Well anyone really."
"Bitch?"
"As the kids say," Jury held a fist up, "She keeps it 100."
"She wants the same though, right?" Judge asked with some hope.
"To be beat the Black Hand at every chance given?" Jury replied with a reassuring nod, "I believe so, we get through this with her and on to the next one."
"We've been on such a roll," Judge began but stopped, "With the help of the Lord of course. I don't believe we can be stopped. We will steam roll through the wizard and his harlot."
"I agree but I still want this plan to side track them to go through and it'll secure the gold."
The door to the Compound burst open suddenly and both men jumped up ready to attack or defend themselves but the amount of men in black was overwhelming. Judge knew they were men from the Saints of Killers organization but Jury wasn't so relaxed he'd turned on them and killed some of them. They all surrounded them and stared right through them.
The last man to enter was a beast of a black man he was at least the same height of Judge but bulkier. He was bald, a pencil thin goatee, and his left eye was whited out while the other was a emerald green. As he walked in his long black trench coat drug the ground.
"Holy shit as I live and breath," Judge finally spat out and the man grinned, "The great Butcher! What has blessed us with your ominous presence?"
"Not your false God Judge," Butcher chuckled rubbing his hands together, "The Saints has a big ticket for The Saints."
"Ticket? We don't work for the Saints anymore," Jury began just as a few of his men came through the door, "So make like a tree and fuck off."
Butcher paced around Jury looking him up and down, "The fabled brother of our orders golden child. Pity."
Jury cracks his knuckles, "Well ol one eye if you care to back that shit talk up, I'll show you just what a pity was."
Butcher erupted with laughter shaking his head, "Boy I would shame your name, and it wouldn't be that silly shit of wrestling."
Jury goes to swing but Judge stops him with a firm head shake. "So what's the Saints want with us, you can't get the job done? Funny how many times they look towards me to settle things."
"Yes, funny indeed," Butcher said with extreme distaste, "The job is taking out some extremists from Alabama. Three brothers. Nasty crew."
"N-," Jury began but Judge interrupted him, "How much?"
"$300,000 a head," he grinned a shiny gold toothed smile, "Literally a HEAD."
HEAD IN THE CLOUDS.
The ride to Alabama was a peaceful one, the air opened his mind, and pushed back the doubt. When it was all said and done, The Saints HAD beat Revelation or else they wouldn't be number 1 comtenders it would have been controversy just like the North American and International championships.
It would be proved once more at 182, proved that the Saints were solid like the faith they believed in. Others couldn't break the Hand but with time, with praying, and some heavy beatings Jury fully believed The Saints could do it.
Judge had pulled ahead of him and signaled to turn off, Jury followed cutting through Judge's cloud of dust. Their targets were a little more than three miles a head of them in a heavy fortified bunker.
They were the Farson brothers, Butcher had failed to mention their fourth brother but at the time he wouldn't matter much. Their targets were Becker, Mick, and Jerry. A year ago their father was killed by cops during a bank heist, the true shooter was a Saint. The brothers, angry and hungry for revenge, traced the cop back to the Saints of Killers.
Since then they've picked a few members off the last being a high ranking leader, known as a Dragon. Judge was their go to man once but since the two split from the actual society they had to rely on second best.
"Why come to you last? Why at all?" Jury asked his brother as they armoured up and checked their ammo rounds.
"When I grew up and was in training my class was the cream of the crop," Judge said popping a clip into his 9mm, "Butcher, Othello, and I were the top of the top. We competed on everything we did, more so Butcher and I, Othello just did what he did looking for no praise. Butcher was a cheat and a ass kiss, so when he failed which was quiet often they came to me."
Judge tossed some flash bangs into a bag, "Like now, he probably couldn't kill these three. To add insult to injury they sent him here to enroll me. We focus and get the job done, our first hunt. What you take from this today, I want you to carry it into the ring at 182."
Jury searched his brothers eyes and smiled,St. Jury cont.
"I will, you can count on me. I fear them no longer and my longing to belong somewhere is filled. It's with you and the club. It's inside the ring and taking down every Godless heathen along the way."
Judge smiled his sly toothy wolf smile, "Glory to God."
"Glory to the Saints," Jury replied.
Together before they began their walk to the Farsons bunker said, "Amen."
"Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?"
"Yes!"
"Do you believe he died on the cross on Calvary Hill for all mans sins?"
"Oh yes brother, he died for you and me!"
"Aman!"
The water when he first waded in was cold and he had set to shivering two steps in. He felt as the baptism went on he got warmer, the shivering ceased, and he felt the Holy guts dancing in his belly. Cory Steel had never felt this comfort in his entire life. He spent most of it clutching at straws to big for his own hands.
Money was a root to evil. Power was to much for one man.
The preacher covered Jury's mouth with a purple silk rag, "Bless him father as he is now one of yours; a child new to the fold."
Jury was then grabbed from behind, Judge smiled a wolfy grin over his brother, and with the help of the preacher they dunked him into the clear cold water.
Sins washed away.
There was a flash of red light a brief glimpse into his future: 'We arw gathered here today to remember a brother; a father; a friend," spoke the most sinister voice that Jury had ever heard. He was in the middle of a room full of weeping eyes, in front was a black casket engulfed in raging flames, and at the head and foot was Othello Craven and Victor Creed.
Lightening flashed. Thunder rolled. Red rain began to fall from the ceiling. Jury was moving forward just as the crowd of people turned into a chorus of wailing demons!
"I regret to tell you all but this man," the speaker began again this time spitting fire with each word like a Southern Free Will Baptist, "Feasts alone in Hell brothers! A false prophet who spat lies ALL his life, bamboozled those around him with empty promises, he murdered, and stole! God says turn from me I never knew ye!"
A flash of white light.
Jury was on his back looking up from a deep hole. The man in black stood over him smoking a cigarette, "Hell is the ticket pilgrim!"
Jury opened his eyes and was coming up out of the water, he had no time to deal with that vision as his brother Judge held his arms up and began to dance around in the water singing.
"Joy, joy, joy down in my heart!" He belted with a lively tune, "He's gave me great joy, joy, joy down in my heart!"
Jury could do nothing but smile and dance with his brother. This was all meant to be, if it hadn't been Gods plan than Revelation would have won. Their binds as brothers would have been ended and a great war started.
God was real. His plan for them was ever so clear, Judge and Jury were meant to be! The Saints were marching in!
JOY! JOY! JOY DOWN IN OUR HEART!
HANGIN' THREE
"So, that's the plan?" Jury asked his brother as he lit up a cigarette and looked back over their map, "I like it but it's risky man."
"Exactly," Judge huffed sarcastically, "So risky and stupid who would ever suspect us?"
This got a chuckle out of Jury, "Alright little brother, I'm game."
Judge rolled his eyes, "Just by a few minutes for the record."
The Steel brothers, since their win over Revelation, have come together stronger than ever. Some debate their win wasn't justified as Stormm wasn't the legal man, Jury's opinion was he pinned Justin regardless. 1, 2, and 3.
Jury went head to head with Grimm. He allowed the myth of horrors enter the ring as his equal, as someone who he wasn't afraid of, and they clashed. A dream come true for Jury and Cory. Jury became a monster that night.
"I still can't get over you brother," Judge interrupted his brothers thoughts, "How proud I am of you, standing up against your hero."
"I didn't think I was going to be able too," Jury responded flicking the ashes from his cigarette and grabbing a beer beside him, "Who would? Would you? I had to prove myself."
"And proved you are big brother," Judge said with his sly wolf smile, "We beat tag team legends, and the Unholy Alliance was broken. We tested the faith of Revelation, and it was ruined."
Jury snuffed the cigarette out on the floor with his boot heel, "Some claim it wasn't a fair win."
"How do you feel about it?" Judge was now more serious toned, his curiosity peeked.
"I wanted Grimm," is all he said.
"And you got him, you stood face to face so what more do you want?" Judge was confused.
"I wanted to BEAT HIM," Jury said slapping the table three times, "I wanted to pin him for 3! I only showed I wasn't afraid not that I could pin him."
Judge shook his head with a shrug, "Well we got one even better than Grimm," Judge made a cut throat taunt, "The head and its ass!"
"And Stormm," Jury added with a grin.
"The icing on the cake is that we're going to rub it in Nathan's face that we the glorious Saints did what he couldn't," Judge began but Jury stopped him, "Actually that would be taking the belt away from Billy."
"Jury, moves and," Judge began but they finished the sentence together, "Counter moves."
"Revelation an extension of the Hand, we cut it off from laying claim to the tag titles," Jury began, "That's a blow because they seem to want them all and we stopped that! I say we go all in and just deal another blow."
"What do you know about Eira?" Judge asked while be began to trace a new line on their map.
"Uh, I don't think we've ever crossed paths," Jury said trying to remember, "I honestly don't think she'll be a problem."
"She's good from what I've seen but," Judge paused thinking of the right thing to say, "I don't like her!"
"Neither do I or," Jury smirked, "Well anyone really."
"Bitch?"
"As the kids say," Jury held a fist up, "She keeps it 100."
"She wants the same though, right?" Judge asked with some hope.
"To be beat the Black Hand at every chance given?" Jury replied with a reassuring nod, "I believe so, we get through this with her and on to the next one."
"We've been on such a roll," Judge began but stopped, "With the help of the Lord of course. I don't believe we can be stopped. We will steam roll through the wizard and his harlot."
"I agree but I still want this plan to side track them to go through and it'll secure the gold."
The door to the Compound burst open suddenly and both men jumped up ready to attack or defend themselves but the amount of men in black was overwhelming. Judge knew they were men from the Saints of Killers organization but Jury wasn't so relaxed he'd turned on them and killed some of them. They all surrounded them and stared right through them.
The last man to enter was a beast of a black man he was at least the same height of Judge but bulkier. He was bald, a pencil thin goatee, and his left eye was whited out while the other was a emerald green. As he walked in his long black trench coat drug the ground.
"Holy shit as I live and breath," Judge finally spat out and the man grinned, "The great Butcher! What has blessed us with your ominous presence?"
"Not your false God Judge," Butcher chuckled rubbing his hands together, "The Saints has a big ticket for The Saints."
"Ticket? We don't work for the Saints anymore," Jury began just as a few of his men came through the door, "So make like a tree and fuck off."
Butcher paced around Jury looking him up and down, "The fabled brother of our orders golden child. Pity."
Jury cracks his knuckles, "Well ol one eye if you care to back that shit talk up, I'll show you just what a pity was."
Butcher erupted with laughter shaking his head, "Boy I would shame your name, and it wouldn't be that silly shit of wrestling."
Jury goes to swing but Judge stops him with a firm head shake. "So what's the Saints want with us, you can't get the job done? Funny how many times they look towards me to settle things."
"Yes, funny indeed," Butcher said with extreme distaste, "The job is taking out some extremists from Alabama. Three brothers. Nasty crew."
"N-," Jury began but Judge interrupted him, "How much?"
"$300,000 a head," he grinned a shiny gold toothed smile, "Literally a HEAD."
HEAD IN THE CLOUDS.
The ride to Alabama was a peaceful one, the air opened his mind, and pushed back the doubt. When it was all said and done, The Saints HAD beat Revelation or else they wouldn't be number 1 comtenders it would have been controversy just like the North American and International championships.
It would be proved once more at 182, proved that the Saints were solid like the faith they believed in. Others couldn't break the Hand but with time, with praying, and some heavy beatings Jury fully believed The Saints could do it.
Judge had pulled ahead of him and signaled to turn off, Jury followed cutting through Judge's cloud of dust. Their targets were a little more than three miles a head of them in a heavy fortified bunker.
They were the Farson brothers, Butcher had failed to mention their fourth brother but at the time he wouldn't matter much. Their targets were Becker, Mick, and Jerry. A year ago their father was killed by cops during a bank heist, the true shooter was a Saint. The brothers, angry and hungry for revenge, traced the cop back to the Saints of Killers.
Since then they've picked a few members off the last being a high ranking leader, known as a Dragon. Judge was their go to man once but since the two split from the actual society they had to rely on second best.
"Why come to you last? Why at all?" Jury asked his brother as they armoured up and checked their ammo rounds.
"When I grew up and was in training my class was the cream of the crop," Judge said popping a clip into his 9mm, "Butcher, Othello, and I were the top of the top. We competed on everything we did, more so Butcher and I, Othello just did what he did looking for no praise. Butcher was a cheat and a ass kiss, so when he failed which was quiet often they came to me."
Judge tossed some flash bangs into a bag, "Like now, he probably couldn't kill these three. To add insult to injury they sent him here to enroll me. We focus and get the job done, our first hunt. What you take from this today, I want you to carry it into the ring at 182."
Jury searched his brothers eyes and smiled,St. Jury cont.
"I will, you can count on me. I fear them no longer and my longing to belong somewhere is filled. It's with you and the club. It's inside the ring and taking down every Godless heathen along the way."
Judge smiled his sly toothy wolf smile, "Glory to God."
"Glory to the Saints," Jury replied.
Together before they began their walk to the Farsons bunker said, "Amen."
