Post by Cory Steel on Mar 7, 2016 17:34:58 GMT -5
DUE JUST DREAMS
This dream felt real Cory could feel the sheets under his hands, the heat of his bedroom heater sitting in the floor, and hear his own breathing. The room was dimly lit with his one lamp on the night stand beside the bed, "Hadn't I cut that off?"
Cory didn't expect a answer but nevertheless one was given, "You did but I couldn't see my wau around," the response made Cory's blood freeze in his very veins, "Don't be so alarmed I've tried reaching you since I died, but you've got a pretty block."
Cory couldn't sit up or move anything except his head which he got a view of the location of the voice. The mass that was Judge sat in the shadows the end of a cigarette burning, "What are you doing here? Am I dead?"
Judge chuckled, "Not yet, I am just stopping in to see what you were doing and I don't want to be a bearer of bad news but you've not been so hot."
"How so?" Cory inquired trying to move again, "I lost you Jesse, I lost my other half! You left us!"
"When it's your time brother it's your time, I had no choice," Judge stood up now waking, no more like gliding from the shadows, "And I see Amanda is doing just fine, thank you."
"Thank you? What happened between us was spur of the moment," Cory stammered with his answer but Judge smiled as he sat down on the bed. He had a blue tint to his skin, "She need comfort Cory. Hell things between us weren't so hot before I left but she has you and so do the girls. I couldn't ask for a better person to protect them, and you'll do that for me right? Do NOT let them get caught up in our biker life."
"I won't Jesse, you have my word," Cory pleaded and Judge touched his leg but his hand just went right through. Cory shivered and Judge laughed, "Guess I ain't a solid anymore. Now to my next issue something you haven't done quite well."
"What's that?" Cory asked, his head was full of confusion.
"You had a golden opportunity put on a silver platter and you fucked it up! Cory how do you feel about the Underground? Do you care about our legacy? The Underground is the Underground because of US, and look at it now? It is fucking pitiful," Judge's words were acidic and hateful, he was mad. The big man just stared off into the distance, "Q? I mean have you seen this guy? That walking mass of fat Hirio whatever-kashi was a bigger joke! Goddammit you're killing me and I'm already fucking dead!"
Judge was floating above the bed now with gusts of wind crashing through the windows, his eyes were black shadows now swirling through his hair, and his mouth opened revealing the night sky. Judge came at him and Cory closed his eyes, but nothing ever happened.
When he opened his eyes Cory was no longer in his room, instead he was in a clearing in the middle of the woods.
A voice boomed through the trees, "I can get past you fucking my wife! I can get past you being a better father to my children and running the club as you see fit but Cory Benjamin Steel I CAN NOT LET YOU INSULT MY UNDERGROUND LEGACY!"
With the booming voice came the thunderous stomping that shook the ground, the path in which it was coming caused branches to crack like lightening, and what came out of the woods made Cory freeze. Judge had changed into the very bear he slayed a year ago in Hangtown woods. It circled Cory watching him with those gray eyes, "What happened to that savage beast in you? Did my time as Underground King dull your senses boy? You lost to a man who hasn't felt the warmth of his own blood pouring down his face, the taste of his own sorrows, and he sure as Hell hasn't been beaten by those hands you pride yourself on."
"I-I don't know wh-," Cory stuttered but Judge barked with laughter, "Weep! Weep! Little baby, my death is the reason for your defeats? Man up you sack of shit and move on! What is mourning going to solve? Nothing other than excuse after excuse as to why you can't get the job done. Weak. I have a weak older brother who will always live off ONE run, I'd feel low too."
"I am not weak!" Cory shouted and ran at the bear leaping into the air, bright light erupted from the bears mouth as Cory connected a solid punch.
"Cory," it was Amanda lightly pushing Cory's bare shoulder, "Cory wake up its a bad dream."
Cory shot up drenched in sweat and heaving for breath, Amanda was staring with concern but Cory rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sorry I'm fine, it was just a nightmare," he finally got out swinging his feet to the cold floor, "I need a drink."
"I'll get it just rest," she got up letting the sheets fall from her nakd body and went into the bathroom. A minute later she came back with a glass of water handimg it to Cory, "You were dreaming about Jesse, you kept saying his name."
"Did I?" He acted surprised trying to play it off, "I don't remember any of it. I feel better lets go back to sleep."
They laid back down Amanda resting her head on his chest and she was soon back asleep. Cory however remained wide awake until sunlight peeked throufg the open windows.
MAKING PLAY THINGS FOR MASS DESTRUCTION.
The scene opens inside the Compound, the club house for the Greenville chapter of The Saints of Killers. Cory is hard at work with a wood baseball bat wrapping a strain of razor wire, around him on the work table are spare or random bike parts, but he also has a assortment of weapons ranging from brass knuckles to a 2x4 spiked with nails. Behind him are ladders, made from last years Mass Destruction, that are tack welded with razor blades.
A small camera is set up in front of him but he isn't paying direct attention to it as he begins to speak, "Q I find it odd I'm making the gadgets for our upcoming match. I find it even more odd that a man like you is the Underground King, do you know what that means? Can you even fathom what divison you are representing? Who the men or women are that fight for your title?"
Cory grabs wire cutters and snips a section of the razor wire off, he picks up a hammer, and with a small nail taps the razor wire into place. Cory takes a few swings and grins, "Well let me tell you about me and that title you hold, I am the type that is going to fuck you up! You haven't seen nothing about this division until I can properly show you, which I let it slid through my fingers the last time we fought, been a little off and I ain't happy. Fuck no I ain't."
Cory tosses the new bat down beside his other weapons, "Unlucky for you too. Because the House of Q is in the house of the Bear. The Jury. The true King of the Underground. What I plan to do to you," Cory grunts a sigh of laughter showing off his goodies, "Isn't anything the PCW faithful has seen before, like what my brother did I'll do it better. I'll coat the masses in your blood!"
Cory had a new look in his eyes, it was hungar, it was determination, and for Q it was damnation.
"I got roots in this division they a deep and they are strong," Cory leaned against his shop table and crossed his arms, "The question is are your roots strong enough? Can withstand Hell for that belt or will they be weak and cut like a sapling in mid growth? Will they bare these hands as they try to pound in that brain? If you need an example of what they feel like ask Alexa Black or Grimm, they know. You will not like this, you will not enjoy this, and if you're feeling chipper about this than your best course of action is to tread lightly Q. Tread very lightly. See you at Mass Destruction."
ROOTS III: TAMING THE FREE RANGE DOPE MAN.
Cory sat on his bike at the intersection a green lollipop twisting around in his mouth. Victor had come to him an hour ago with information on a free roaming drug dealer in their territory. It wouldn't have been a problem for him to sell his crank to their clients but when the guy started throwing around mindless threats to his club members it became a problem. He had taken the street name of T, Cory couldn't figure out the fade of single letter names but it was becoming a norm anymore.
The light turns green and Cory takes off about a block from where T was selling and parked. He removed his cut and began his walk back to T, who saw him coming a couple yards back.
"Yo cracker!" He boomed jumping up from his step, "Bro you look like a guy who likes to party am I right?"
Cory grinned extending his hand, "Yeah I am my man, just moved here and been dry for a while."
"Well patna T has what you need baby," he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out several baggies of crank, "Best shit in this town! Don't let no body fool you especially those white biker boys they shit weak brother."
"Is that so?" Cory was still smiling but inside he was ready punch this guy in the nose, "They run these streets or does T?"
"I got a foot in the door baby and before you know it I'll have all them bitches eating out of my hand," T threw his hands up giving a gold tooth smile, "These my streets and they in my world baby! So just how much you need?"
"Well if you're taking these streets from me I need a blood payment," Cory said grimly and the smile faded from T's face before he turned running. Cory took off after him even though the man had a good start but Cory was on him quickly tackling him to the ground. "Where you going big mouth son of a bitch?" Cory barked as he wrestled to get on top.
"Look man," T tried to argue but Cory got a hand around his throat squeezing and his words were choked gasps, "I...just...needed....money."
"Yeah that so? No big moves to make us your bitches?! Huh you want to die?!" Cory kept squeezing as the man turned red and deeper red, "I can do it! I can end it here for you and walk away because this is my HOME!"
Cory finally let go and the man fought for air, but Cory began raining down with hammer like fists, with each blow T's head bounced of the pavement, and finally his nose was a mass of red fluid. Cory pushed himself off T but kicked him in the ribs, "Last and only warning, this is Saints streets, do not come back!"
Cory walked away pulling his cell phone out and put it to his ear, "T won't be a problem anymore Vic," Cory laughed, "Yeah call my the alphabet slayer!"
This dream felt real Cory could feel the sheets under his hands, the heat of his bedroom heater sitting in the floor, and hear his own breathing. The room was dimly lit with his one lamp on the night stand beside the bed, "Hadn't I cut that off?"
Cory didn't expect a answer but nevertheless one was given, "You did but I couldn't see my wau around," the response made Cory's blood freeze in his very veins, "Don't be so alarmed I've tried reaching you since I died, but you've got a pretty block."
Cory couldn't sit up or move anything except his head which he got a view of the location of the voice. The mass that was Judge sat in the shadows the end of a cigarette burning, "What are you doing here? Am I dead?"
Judge chuckled, "Not yet, I am just stopping in to see what you were doing and I don't want to be a bearer of bad news but you've not been so hot."
"How so?" Cory inquired trying to move again, "I lost you Jesse, I lost my other half! You left us!"
"When it's your time brother it's your time, I had no choice," Judge stood up now waking, no more like gliding from the shadows, "And I see Amanda is doing just fine, thank you."
"Thank you? What happened between us was spur of the moment," Cory stammered with his answer but Judge smiled as he sat down on the bed. He had a blue tint to his skin, "She need comfort Cory. Hell things between us weren't so hot before I left but she has you and so do the girls. I couldn't ask for a better person to protect them, and you'll do that for me right? Do NOT let them get caught up in our biker life."
"I won't Jesse, you have my word," Cory pleaded and Judge touched his leg but his hand just went right through. Cory shivered and Judge laughed, "Guess I ain't a solid anymore. Now to my next issue something you haven't done quite well."
"What's that?" Cory asked, his head was full of confusion.
"You had a golden opportunity put on a silver platter and you fucked it up! Cory how do you feel about the Underground? Do you care about our legacy? The Underground is the Underground because of US, and look at it now? It is fucking pitiful," Judge's words were acidic and hateful, he was mad. The big man just stared off into the distance, "Q? I mean have you seen this guy? That walking mass of fat Hirio whatever-kashi was a bigger joke! Goddammit you're killing me and I'm already fucking dead!"
Judge was floating above the bed now with gusts of wind crashing through the windows, his eyes were black shadows now swirling through his hair, and his mouth opened revealing the night sky. Judge came at him and Cory closed his eyes, but nothing ever happened.
When he opened his eyes Cory was no longer in his room, instead he was in a clearing in the middle of the woods.
A voice boomed through the trees, "I can get past you fucking my wife! I can get past you being a better father to my children and running the club as you see fit but Cory Benjamin Steel I CAN NOT LET YOU INSULT MY UNDERGROUND LEGACY!"
With the booming voice came the thunderous stomping that shook the ground, the path in which it was coming caused branches to crack like lightening, and what came out of the woods made Cory freeze. Judge had changed into the very bear he slayed a year ago in Hangtown woods. It circled Cory watching him with those gray eyes, "What happened to that savage beast in you? Did my time as Underground King dull your senses boy? You lost to a man who hasn't felt the warmth of his own blood pouring down his face, the taste of his own sorrows, and he sure as Hell hasn't been beaten by those hands you pride yourself on."
"I-I don't know wh-," Cory stuttered but Judge barked with laughter, "Weep! Weep! Little baby, my death is the reason for your defeats? Man up you sack of shit and move on! What is mourning going to solve? Nothing other than excuse after excuse as to why you can't get the job done. Weak. I have a weak older brother who will always live off ONE run, I'd feel low too."
"I am not weak!" Cory shouted and ran at the bear leaping into the air, bright light erupted from the bears mouth as Cory connected a solid punch.
"Cory," it was Amanda lightly pushing Cory's bare shoulder, "Cory wake up its a bad dream."
Cory shot up drenched in sweat and heaving for breath, Amanda was staring with concern but Cory rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sorry I'm fine, it was just a nightmare," he finally got out swinging his feet to the cold floor, "I need a drink."
"I'll get it just rest," she got up letting the sheets fall from her nakd body and went into the bathroom. A minute later she came back with a glass of water handimg it to Cory, "You were dreaming about Jesse, you kept saying his name."
"Did I?" He acted surprised trying to play it off, "I don't remember any of it. I feel better lets go back to sleep."
They laid back down Amanda resting her head on his chest and she was soon back asleep. Cory however remained wide awake until sunlight peeked throufg the open windows.
MAKING PLAY THINGS FOR MASS DESTRUCTION.
The scene opens inside the Compound, the club house for the Greenville chapter of The Saints of Killers. Cory is hard at work with a wood baseball bat wrapping a strain of razor wire, around him on the work table are spare or random bike parts, but he also has a assortment of weapons ranging from brass knuckles to a 2x4 spiked with nails. Behind him are ladders, made from last years Mass Destruction, that are tack welded with razor blades.
A small camera is set up in front of him but he isn't paying direct attention to it as he begins to speak, "Q I find it odd I'm making the gadgets for our upcoming match. I find it even more odd that a man like you is the Underground King, do you know what that means? Can you even fathom what divison you are representing? Who the men or women are that fight for your title?"
Cory grabs wire cutters and snips a section of the razor wire off, he picks up a hammer, and with a small nail taps the razor wire into place. Cory takes a few swings and grins, "Well let me tell you about me and that title you hold, I am the type that is going to fuck you up! You haven't seen nothing about this division until I can properly show you, which I let it slid through my fingers the last time we fought, been a little off and I ain't happy. Fuck no I ain't."
Cory tosses the new bat down beside his other weapons, "Unlucky for you too. Because the House of Q is in the house of the Bear. The Jury. The true King of the Underground. What I plan to do to you," Cory grunts a sigh of laughter showing off his goodies, "Isn't anything the PCW faithful has seen before, like what my brother did I'll do it better. I'll coat the masses in your blood!"
Cory had a new look in his eyes, it was hungar, it was determination, and for Q it was damnation.
"I got roots in this division they a deep and they are strong," Cory leaned against his shop table and crossed his arms, "The question is are your roots strong enough? Can withstand Hell for that belt or will they be weak and cut like a sapling in mid growth? Will they bare these hands as they try to pound in that brain? If you need an example of what they feel like ask Alexa Black or Grimm, they know. You will not like this, you will not enjoy this, and if you're feeling chipper about this than your best course of action is to tread lightly Q. Tread very lightly. See you at Mass Destruction."
ROOTS III: TAMING THE FREE RANGE DOPE MAN.
Cory sat on his bike at the intersection a green lollipop twisting around in his mouth. Victor had come to him an hour ago with information on a free roaming drug dealer in their territory. It wouldn't have been a problem for him to sell his crank to their clients but when the guy started throwing around mindless threats to his club members it became a problem. He had taken the street name of T, Cory couldn't figure out the fade of single letter names but it was becoming a norm anymore.
The light turns green and Cory takes off about a block from where T was selling and parked. He removed his cut and began his walk back to T, who saw him coming a couple yards back.
"Yo cracker!" He boomed jumping up from his step, "Bro you look like a guy who likes to party am I right?"
Cory grinned extending his hand, "Yeah I am my man, just moved here and been dry for a while."
"Well patna T has what you need baby," he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out several baggies of crank, "Best shit in this town! Don't let no body fool you especially those white biker boys they shit weak brother."
"Is that so?" Cory was still smiling but inside he was ready punch this guy in the nose, "They run these streets or does T?"
"I got a foot in the door baby and before you know it I'll have all them bitches eating out of my hand," T threw his hands up giving a gold tooth smile, "These my streets and they in my world baby! So just how much you need?"
"Well if you're taking these streets from me I need a blood payment," Cory said grimly and the smile faded from T's face before he turned running. Cory took off after him even though the man had a good start but Cory was on him quickly tackling him to the ground. "Where you going big mouth son of a bitch?" Cory barked as he wrestled to get on top.
"Look man," T tried to argue but Cory got a hand around his throat squeezing and his words were choked gasps, "I...just...needed....money."
"Yeah that so? No big moves to make us your bitches?! Huh you want to die?!" Cory kept squeezing as the man turned red and deeper red, "I can do it! I can end it here for you and walk away because this is my HOME!"
Cory finally let go and the man fought for air, but Cory began raining down with hammer like fists, with each blow T's head bounced of the pavement, and finally his nose was a mass of red fluid. Cory pushed himself off T but kicked him in the ribs, "Last and only warning, this is Saints streets, do not come back!"
Cory walked away pulling his cell phone out and put it to his ear, "T won't be a problem anymore Vic," Cory laughed, "Yeah call my the alphabet slayer!"
