Post by Cory Steel on Feb 25, 2016 18:25:04 GMT -5
OLD SCARS, NEW DIRECTION I
"Alexa Black, a tale as old as time."
"The two of you have a long history, sure this is just a old scar tearing open?"
"It's a lot of things Vic, I'm getting caught up in the affairs of a psycho bitch! I can't focus still yet I get this lump of coal dumped into my lap."
"Cory, you have to let go."
"I find myself trying to make a tag or at last seconds he'll jump in kick a bitch in the face. Alexa though, her bullshit is mixed with Nathan's shit and I am not ready to face him or confront him. I got to get a pair under me man."
"Use Alexa as an example! Show them you still have it."
"Shit, who hasn't used Alexa as an example? She isn't a stepping stone anymore instead she's the whipping post of PCW and I've proved myself multiple times against her. Victor I honestly need to point my vessel in a new direction, something more than a savage, more than Underground dreams."
"What direction is that?"
"No clue, I got no roots in PCW anymore."
ROOTS I
The herd of motorcycles cut through the night air, their rumblings made the critters hidden in the dark scurry for fear of safety. Victor lead the pack of six others, their destination was a meeting with Cory. Since Judge's death Cory had been a lone wolf, what the club called going nomadic something very dangerous in their world because that meant shredding protection.
Cory stood beside his bike, arms crossed, and head doen when Victor and the crew pulled in. It grew exceptionally silent when al the bikes killed their engines. "Damn what a ride," Victor mentioned removing his helmet and reaches into his pocket for a smoke, "I hate this fuckin state anyways, so why we meeting Lorenzos crew here?"
Cory didn't look up, "Because his crew mainly operates here and if we take back what he has I want to make our connection to Virginia."
"Well good a point as any," Victor joined Cory when the roar of more bikes cuts through their silence, "On to business."
Orange bikes, Cory guessed 10 at most, came tearing down the other way of the road. Lorenzo was lead, as most presidents of clubs do, he was a hefty sized Latino man. His face was covered in tribal work, the man had no top teeth but his bottom row was solid gold, and he had no left eye from a failed hit a couple years back. Lorenzo was of course a maniac because of the fact he was head of a cartel before being ran off from his territory. He'd brought back that mentality with him, no one crossed him that was for sure.
The orange bikes parked directly across from Corys Saints. "My amigos! How was the travels?" He was in a good mood as he unmounted his fat boy and embraced Cory in a manly hand shake.
"I've been here a couple days," Cory answered and Lorenzos look was brief but a look of surprise no other way, "Scouting if this goes through is all."
"No worries amigo. Business either way, we brought some of our hardware for you to sample," Lorenzo snapped his fingers and his crew went to work with shovels, "Nice stuff got it from some Russians a month ago and we can't move it from here."
Victor was impressed and he gave the orders to his men to help dig. Cory and Lorenzo walked off together Lorenzo held his hands behind his back, "I am sorry to hear about your brother, he was a good business partner."
Cory simply nodded and Lorenzo continued, "I got a hitch in our deal however, it'll benefit you in this deal."
"Whats that?"
"Those same Russians have been giving us Hell about moving their stuff," Lorenzo paused to spit some tobacco, "It has been a major problem and the before yesterday they killed two of my sergeant in arms. Took their money, well my money, and sent their heads back to me."
"Look I ain't killing anyone, I've stopped that or well I'm working on it," Cory piped in but Lorenzo laughed shaking his head, "No amigo I don't want you to kill anyone! I know you could and successful you'd be but I want your other skill."
This stumped Cory at first but he smiled a little, "You want me to rob them?"
"Si," Lorenzo was beaming with Cory now, "I know you we're doing some big hits with those crooked FBI agents, we were impressed. I want my money back, I want their money, and ALL their guns."
"How does this benefit me? Pissing off some russians is crazy talk."
"I will let you have this first shipment free and you can keep their money," Lorenzo spit again a little remained on his chin, "Either way I will work with you and allow you to start a chapter here if the Saints."
The two shook hands then headed back to their men who were carrying wooden crates from the ground over between their bikes. Victor pried the lids off a crate and whistled, "Are these fuckin RPGs?"
Victor looked like a kid in the candy store as he began pulling military grade weapons from the first crate, "These are nice and they all got buyers."
"Test them Vic I know you want too!" Cory said. He felt like he was in a better mood than lately, it was good but not good enough.
"So when you want me to do this?" Cory asked Lorenzo.
OLD SCARS, NEW DIRECTIONS II
The feed on the small camera computer moniter ticked by, three mintues had passed and all Cory Steel could do was drink from his bottle of Jack Daniels. PCW loved their over the web and through twitter wars especially the highlights of the war of words between his next opponent, Nathan, and Starr. The world was infatuated with twitter wars, even Kanye West!
"I can't exactly find the words to say that'll scare or put me one up over my oppoents," he pauses to drink, "One of you know me quiet well because we've had a real messy past. Shed each others blood. I speak to you Alexa, I doubt you've forgotten about me," Cory chuckles to himself, "It's hard when it was usually me beating the ever loving shit out of you for the most part. You still taste your blood I made ooze from you? Ears still ringing? I can't say you are a whore per say, because someone would have to fuck you to be a whore, but I can call you a canvas whore because laying on your back time after time as I pinned you makes you exactly that, a canvas whore. Do you like being a psychotic canvas whore? Enjoy being beat almost every time? I say you do because you lose a lot. I for see another mark in that loss column at 188, I won't boost though because no one should boost about beating a canvas whore."
Cory paused to take another longer and deeper drink from his bottle, when he stopped he wiped the bit that rolled down his beard and belched.
"Next is Disco Stud?" Cory smirked and rubbed his eyes blinking a couple times after, "I am not drunk either, this guy is calling himself the Disco Stud?"
He erupted in a fit of laughter smacking his knees and shaking his head. Cory faught to be serious and for a second he had it but the second wave of laughter hit him.
When he finally composed himself he had laughed until he cried, "Are you fucking kidding me?! Does he have a inkling of thought about who I am? I am the true Underground King! Do some research man, because I do not play nice! I told my manager ealier this week I wanted to change for the better but I've changed my mind I am fine the way I am. I am going to hurt you Disco Kid, bank in that. Want to be taken serious? Change your name to something that won't make me piss my pants or I am going to kick your fucking sparkling pearly white teeth through the back of you head. See you two dead weights at 188."
ROOTS II
Two days later and a whole lot of scouting Cory had a plan for his job. He'd tracked them to a warehouse in Southwest Virginia, the boss kept six men guarding inside, three inside, and they were all armed to the teeth.
"Ok you guys here me?" Cory wore a plastic mask that was painted to hide his facial features and a all black jumper. He was speaking into a walkie talkie that remained silent for a few seconds when it beeped, "Yeah man, the truck is loaded and ready for your go."
Cory had climbed the only blind spot on the building having to have tracked through a running creek. He disposed of the guard with a sleeper hold (see wrestling comes in handy!), tied him, and gagged him so even if he woke up anytime soon he'd be quiet.
"Ok let her go."
In front of the gates leading into the warehouse a big coal truck comes to life, its head lights tearing through the dark spaces, and it got the attention of most of the guards. Cory could hear them yelling in Russian, they were surprised but not as surprised when the truck came rolling towards them.
The big rig began to pick up speed as it inched towards the gates and finally it crashes througg the gate like it was paper. Guards leap out of the way as it comes barreling past them now and wrecks into large sliding doors!
It causes the right noises and attracts all but one guard, the guy responsible for guarding the weapons and cash. He was a big white guy with a gray mullet and a swastika tattooed under both eyes. The man didn't even flinch when the truck hit, instead he remained in his chair eating his tv dinner.
Cory grunted and propelled through the roof window straight down in front of the man, "What the fuck?", he barked as food flew from his mouth.
Cory smiled, "Sorry to drop in unexpected but your door was guarded and you my friend owe my friends some money."
"Yeah what about it? They send some pussy like you to collect?" He smirked pushing himself back from the table, "If you want it," he bent over reaching into a safe and tossed it on the table, "Take it."
The man was a beast clearly taller than Cory by several inches and out weighed him 300 plus pounds, "Come on you gang banging little prick! Take it!"
Cory removes his mask tossing it at his feet, "Why can't you make this easy for yourself?"
"I like to play with my dinner man," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "Plus I know you real well, Cory Steel or Bear or whatever you call yourself these days."
"So I take it you watch tv? Didn't know back woods inbreds could afford cable," Cory laughed but then he charge using his agility Cory planted a foot in the closest chair, then planted the next one on the table, and leaped into the air into the embrace of the big man. Cory began to pummel the man in the face while the man bear hugged Cory.
"Come on wrestle man!"
Cory was getting his oxygen cut off the tighter the man squeezed but Cory wasn't a fair fighter in or out of the ring so he takes both thumbs pressing them into the mans eyes! The left one pushed back into the mans head before he let go of Cory who dropped to his feet only to be upper cut back off his feet! When Cory came down it was on his back through the table.
The big man had blood pouring out of his eye but was wasting no time to grab Cory by his jumer jerking him to his feet. Cory still saw stars when the first two punches landed and he blocked the third, kicked the man in his knee, kneed him in the gut, and with a sweeping kick connected with the mans face!
"You," Cory was catching his breath as he spoke, "Must not know me," he panted, "Because I'm a bad mother fucker!"
As Cory said this the big man was slowly getting up only for Cory to deliver a football punt kick to the mans chin! The lights were out finally this time as Victor came rushing into the room, "Cops brother!"
"Get everything," Cory demanded and the two set into picking up all the cash. Outside they leaped into their black van and rushed down the road as Cory called Lorenzo, "Its done we got it. Yeah that's fine we're heading back to South Carolina, see you there."
"Alexa Black, a tale as old as time."
"The two of you have a long history, sure this is just a old scar tearing open?"
"It's a lot of things Vic, I'm getting caught up in the affairs of a psycho bitch! I can't focus still yet I get this lump of coal dumped into my lap."
"Cory, you have to let go."
"I find myself trying to make a tag or at last seconds he'll jump in kick a bitch in the face. Alexa though, her bullshit is mixed with Nathan's shit and I am not ready to face him or confront him. I got to get a pair under me man."
"Use Alexa as an example! Show them you still have it."
"Shit, who hasn't used Alexa as an example? She isn't a stepping stone anymore instead she's the whipping post of PCW and I've proved myself multiple times against her. Victor I honestly need to point my vessel in a new direction, something more than a savage, more than Underground dreams."
"What direction is that?"
"No clue, I got no roots in PCW anymore."
ROOTS I
The herd of motorcycles cut through the night air, their rumblings made the critters hidden in the dark scurry for fear of safety. Victor lead the pack of six others, their destination was a meeting with Cory. Since Judge's death Cory had been a lone wolf, what the club called going nomadic something very dangerous in their world because that meant shredding protection.
Cory stood beside his bike, arms crossed, and head doen when Victor and the crew pulled in. It grew exceptionally silent when al the bikes killed their engines. "Damn what a ride," Victor mentioned removing his helmet and reaches into his pocket for a smoke, "I hate this fuckin state anyways, so why we meeting Lorenzos crew here?"
Cory didn't look up, "Because his crew mainly operates here and if we take back what he has I want to make our connection to Virginia."
"Well good a point as any," Victor joined Cory when the roar of more bikes cuts through their silence, "On to business."
Orange bikes, Cory guessed 10 at most, came tearing down the other way of the road. Lorenzo was lead, as most presidents of clubs do, he was a hefty sized Latino man. His face was covered in tribal work, the man had no top teeth but his bottom row was solid gold, and he had no left eye from a failed hit a couple years back. Lorenzo was of course a maniac because of the fact he was head of a cartel before being ran off from his territory. He'd brought back that mentality with him, no one crossed him that was for sure.
The orange bikes parked directly across from Corys Saints. "My amigos! How was the travels?" He was in a good mood as he unmounted his fat boy and embraced Cory in a manly hand shake.
"I've been here a couple days," Cory answered and Lorenzos look was brief but a look of surprise no other way, "Scouting if this goes through is all."
"No worries amigo. Business either way, we brought some of our hardware for you to sample," Lorenzo snapped his fingers and his crew went to work with shovels, "Nice stuff got it from some Russians a month ago and we can't move it from here."
Victor was impressed and he gave the orders to his men to help dig. Cory and Lorenzo walked off together Lorenzo held his hands behind his back, "I am sorry to hear about your brother, he was a good business partner."
Cory simply nodded and Lorenzo continued, "I got a hitch in our deal however, it'll benefit you in this deal."
"Whats that?"
"Those same Russians have been giving us Hell about moving their stuff," Lorenzo paused to spit some tobacco, "It has been a major problem and the before yesterday they killed two of my sergeant in arms. Took their money, well my money, and sent their heads back to me."
"Look I ain't killing anyone, I've stopped that or well I'm working on it," Cory piped in but Lorenzo laughed shaking his head, "No amigo I don't want you to kill anyone! I know you could and successful you'd be but I want your other skill."
This stumped Cory at first but he smiled a little, "You want me to rob them?"
"Si," Lorenzo was beaming with Cory now, "I know you we're doing some big hits with those crooked FBI agents, we were impressed. I want my money back, I want their money, and ALL their guns."
"How does this benefit me? Pissing off some russians is crazy talk."
"I will let you have this first shipment free and you can keep their money," Lorenzo spit again a little remained on his chin, "Either way I will work with you and allow you to start a chapter here if the Saints."
The two shook hands then headed back to their men who were carrying wooden crates from the ground over between their bikes. Victor pried the lids off a crate and whistled, "Are these fuckin RPGs?"
Victor looked like a kid in the candy store as he began pulling military grade weapons from the first crate, "These are nice and they all got buyers."
"Test them Vic I know you want too!" Cory said. He felt like he was in a better mood than lately, it was good but not good enough.
"So when you want me to do this?" Cory asked Lorenzo.
OLD SCARS, NEW DIRECTIONS II
The feed on the small camera computer moniter ticked by, three mintues had passed and all Cory Steel could do was drink from his bottle of Jack Daniels. PCW loved their over the web and through twitter wars especially the highlights of the war of words between his next opponent, Nathan, and Starr. The world was infatuated with twitter wars, even Kanye West!
"I can't exactly find the words to say that'll scare or put me one up over my oppoents," he pauses to drink, "One of you know me quiet well because we've had a real messy past. Shed each others blood. I speak to you Alexa, I doubt you've forgotten about me," Cory chuckles to himself, "It's hard when it was usually me beating the ever loving shit out of you for the most part. You still taste your blood I made ooze from you? Ears still ringing? I can't say you are a whore per say, because someone would have to fuck you to be a whore, but I can call you a canvas whore because laying on your back time after time as I pinned you makes you exactly that, a canvas whore. Do you like being a psychotic canvas whore? Enjoy being beat almost every time? I say you do because you lose a lot. I for see another mark in that loss column at 188, I won't boost though because no one should boost about beating a canvas whore."
Cory paused to take another longer and deeper drink from his bottle, when he stopped he wiped the bit that rolled down his beard and belched.
"Next is Disco Stud?" Cory smirked and rubbed his eyes blinking a couple times after, "I am not drunk either, this guy is calling himself the Disco Stud?"
He erupted in a fit of laughter smacking his knees and shaking his head. Cory faught to be serious and for a second he had it but the second wave of laughter hit him.
When he finally composed himself he had laughed until he cried, "Are you fucking kidding me?! Does he have a inkling of thought about who I am? I am the true Underground King! Do some research man, because I do not play nice! I told my manager ealier this week I wanted to change for the better but I've changed my mind I am fine the way I am. I am going to hurt you Disco Kid, bank in that. Want to be taken serious? Change your name to something that won't make me piss my pants or I am going to kick your fucking sparkling pearly white teeth through the back of you head. See you two dead weights at 188."
ROOTS II
Two days later and a whole lot of scouting Cory had a plan for his job. He'd tracked them to a warehouse in Southwest Virginia, the boss kept six men guarding inside, three inside, and they were all armed to the teeth.
"Ok you guys here me?" Cory wore a plastic mask that was painted to hide his facial features and a all black jumper. He was speaking into a walkie talkie that remained silent for a few seconds when it beeped, "Yeah man, the truck is loaded and ready for your go."
Cory had climbed the only blind spot on the building having to have tracked through a running creek. He disposed of the guard with a sleeper hold (see wrestling comes in handy!), tied him, and gagged him so even if he woke up anytime soon he'd be quiet.
"Ok let her go."
In front of the gates leading into the warehouse a big coal truck comes to life, its head lights tearing through the dark spaces, and it got the attention of most of the guards. Cory could hear them yelling in Russian, they were surprised but not as surprised when the truck came rolling towards them.
The big rig began to pick up speed as it inched towards the gates and finally it crashes througg the gate like it was paper. Guards leap out of the way as it comes barreling past them now and wrecks into large sliding doors!
It causes the right noises and attracts all but one guard, the guy responsible for guarding the weapons and cash. He was a big white guy with a gray mullet and a swastika tattooed under both eyes. The man didn't even flinch when the truck hit, instead he remained in his chair eating his tv dinner.
Cory grunted and propelled through the roof window straight down in front of the man, "What the fuck?", he barked as food flew from his mouth.
Cory smiled, "Sorry to drop in unexpected but your door was guarded and you my friend owe my friends some money."
"Yeah what about it? They send some pussy like you to collect?" He smirked pushing himself back from the table, "If you want it," he bent over reaching into a safe and tossed it on the table, "Take it."
The man was a beast clearly taller than Cory by several inches and out weighed him 300 plus pounds, "Come on you gang banging little prick! Take it!"
Cory removes his mask tossing it at his feet, "Why can't you make this easy for yourself?"
"I like to play with my dinner man," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "Plus I know you real well, Cory Steel or Bear or whatever you call yourself these days."
"So I take it you watch tv? Didn't know back woods inbreds could afford cable," Cory laughed but then he charge using his agility Cory planted a foot in the closest chair, then planted the next one on the table, and leaped into the air into the embrace of the big man. Cory began to pummel the man in the face while the man bear hugged Cory.
"Come on wrestle man!"
Cory was getting his oxygen cut off the tighter the man squeezed but Cory wasn't a fair fighter in or out of the ring so he takes both thumbs pressing them into the mans eyes! The left one pushed back into the mans head before he let go of Cory who dropped to his feet only to be upper cut back off his feet! When Cory came down it was on his back through the table.
The big man had blood pouring out of his eye but was wasting no time to grab Cory by his jumer jerking him to his feet. Cory still saw stars when the first two punches landed and he blocked the third, kicked the man in his knee, kneed him in the gut, and with a sweeping kick connected with the mans face!
"You," Cory was catching his breath as he spoke, "Must not know me," he panted, "Because I'm a bad mother fucker!"
As Cory said this the big man was slowly getting up only for Cory to deliver a football punt kick to the mans chin! The lights were out finally this time as Victor came rushing into the room, "Cops brother!"
"Get everything," Cory demanded and the two set into picking up all the cash. Outside they leaped into their black van and rushed down the road as Cory called Lorenzo, "Its done we got it. Yeah that's fine we're heading back to South Carolina, see you there."
