Post by Cory Steel on Mar 28, 2016 16:45:53 GMT -5
BLESSINGS
"I don't care if people believe in magic, Heaven or Hell, and the paranormal. I do. I stand in that conviction that we have powers other then us that we can't control.
Most of my experiences have been inside my own head or dreams but this one takes the fucking cake, right after I realized I'd won at Mass Destruction and Q handed me the title I saw him standing just as clear as I did in dreams.
Judge. Jesse Lee McCoy. My deceased, very dead brother. Waving from the front row with a whole hearted smile, he mouthed something but I couldn't make it out and it eventually filled my head up with his hollow words
'Don't break the chain...'"
'listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise
run in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies.'
The pair laid cuddled together, Cory and Amanda, it had been a passionate night of love making between the two. Cory played with locks of her hair and she stared into his gray but happy eyes.
The win over Q was still fresh on his mind, for a man with no business in Underground matches he applied enough moves and counter moves to finally kill what little bit of hearing left in his right ear (the prior damage was curtsey of his AWA friend Whitey Ford back when Cory was Korey Kill), a concussion that Cory hid from the medical staff (slipped him a $100 money talks), but lastly his smell and taste was gone. Q was a warrior in Cory's book.
"You in there Mister Jury?" Amanda asked stroking Cory's cheek, "What's on your mind?"
"Honestly my first title defense," he replied with a smile, "Something that's been coming for a long. I've thought about this moment for, shit since before Judge died, and now it's happening. Its happening while I am a belt wearer, a belt that must be defended EVERY Trauma. Every match."
Amanda never said anything even with a pause so Cory continued, "It won't be our first go round, Kelli and I, but the latter has beaten me every time before. I got rewrite our history a little bit, I've got to crush her at 189."
"Does it bother you facing a woman," Amanda asked witha little shrug, "You know in such a barbaric side of PCW? To hurt her."
This made Cory chuckle shaking his head, "Fuck no, without a second thought I want to fuck her up. I want this. I need this, half the reason I believe my brother is dead is because Nathan and Kelly were the last two in the ring with my brother. Revenge."
"What if Nathan intervenes?"
"Good! Let him, two birds one stone I say. It won't happen though, sure he'll be there, sure we will confront each other, but I want him another day if I can buy it. We'll get our shots in."
It boiled down to some simple facts: Gem left a legacy as Geniuses champion so Cory had something to surpass, Kelli Starr has beaten him at every match to the date and this needed to change, lastly Kelli was half of the reason Cory felt his brother was dead she had to be CRUSHED.
"If anything I want her to feel like it'll be a walk in the park, let her guard down, take me for a joke," Cory was serious now, "Then," he clapped his hands together, "Smash! I will not stop until I feel it necessary or Nathan stops me. Fun for me and not for her, she will not enjoy the memory of me for years to come."
"You got to be careful though for me," Amanda seemed worried as she kept searching his eyes for that faint look that he cares, "I've watched Trauma for couple of years and I know the talent, she's dangerous. Can you contain that if you unleash it?"
It was a good question, a problem that eluded him because Cory Steel and Kelli Starr had never been on that plane of confrontation. PTSD was a breed all itself, all Cory had to do was ask Judge who suffered combat PTSD even years after being out of the service.
"I guess we will see, I want to push her to that limit, I really do but at what cost? My title? I don't and can't lose it yet so may be I will tread lightly with the Candy Queen," Cory lied because he was full on ready to push Kelli Starr to the breaking point because motherfucker would it be nice to beat her after she's went pyscho? It would be pretty indeed. 2016 was his year with winning the Underground again, beating the shit out of Kelli Starr and Nathan Santini would be just two cherries on a big cake!
"But for you Amanda I promise to be careful," Cory kisses her forehead, "I won't promise I won't spill glitter blood everywhere though."
Amanda smiled and tucked her head under his chin falling off to sleep. Cory laid wide awake all night with visions of violence dancing in his mind.
THE INTERFERENCE
The black van came to a stop at the corner shutting completely off before the driver window rolled down revealing a semi-painted face of Cory Steel. Beside him was Victor, squatted in the middle was Lorenzo, and in the back were three more guys who jumped out the back as soon as they came to a stop.
"This is kinda low work for you big time bank robbers ain't it?" Asked Lorenzo as he sparked up him and Victor a smoke, "What do those Jamaicans want with pills anyway?"
"Well in our growing market of outlaw violence we may have took out a couple big racist crank dealers, burned down a Mexican meth lab, and a crack den. Yeah it killed our own money train," Victor began blowing rings of smoke, "But with this Jamaican line it'll be handled over there and the money is better. In trade we get a solid trade of weed and another buyer for our weapons."
"Sounds legit I guess you know as criminals trying to find better criminal things to do," Lorenzo pulled his cell phone read the text and nodded to Cory, "They are about to cut the power to the pharmacy."
The plan was simple cut the power off for a couple blocks, this kills the alarm inside, and gives them decent time to raid the entire store. Everything suddenly went dark, "Ok it is go time," Cory yelled and they proceeded to get out pulling their half masks down.
Just as they were about to cross the street reverse lights came on, tires began to burn, and a ton truck came hauling ass towards them.
The three men ducked back to the side of the van pulling out their pistols Victor angrily asks, "What the fuck is this?"
"I don't have a clue," Cory whispered watching, "But either someone is listening in on our iry friends or they want to burn us."
The ton truck came full speed at the back of the pharmacy plowing through the back wall! Big over head lights turned on cracking through the darkness as two black men jump out, "Is that Highman?" Cory asked trying to focus in through the bright lights.
"I'll be a son of a bitch it is! When did he start pulling jobs? Who is he with?" Victor answered.
The men worked quick grabbing fifteen boxes of unknown pills before sirens began, Highman was bitching about something when the other guy told him to shut up and get in, and the other man turned to the van shooting them the bird.
"If you want your shit Saints come find us!" He yelled before pulling something out of his jacket pocket and tossing it their way.
Victor and Lorenzo jumed to the ground but Cory narrowed his eyes to look the man dead in his face, he looked familiar but before the man shot Cory the finger getting in the truck a flash of light and boom went off.
It blinded Cory and he hit the ground on his knees holding his burning eyes! The ton truck pulled out as Vic and Lorenzo picked Cory up dragging him to the van, "I want to know who the fuck that was! Goddammit I can't see!"
"I don't care if people believe in magic, Heaven or Hell, and the paranormal. I do. I stand in that conviction that we have powers other then us that we can't control.
Most of my experiences have been inside my own head or dreams but this one takes the fucking cake, right after I realized I'd won at Mass Destruction and Q handed me the title I saw him standing just as clear as I did in dreams.
Judge. Jesse Lee McCoy. My deceased, very dead brother. Waving from the front row with a whole hearted smile, he mouthed something but I couldn't make it out and it eventually filled my head up with his hollow words
'Don't break the chain...'"
'listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise
run in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies.'
The pair laid cuddled together, Cory and Amanda, it had been a passionate night of love making between the two. Cory played with locks of her hair and she stared into his gray but happy eyes.
The win over Q was still fresh on his mind, for a man with no business in Underground matches he applied enough moves and counter moves to finally kill what little bit of hearing left in his right ear (the prior damage was curtsey of his AWA friend Whitey Ford back when Cory was Korey Kill), a concussion that Cory hid from the medical staff (slipped him a $100 money talks), but lastly his smell and taste was gone. Q was a warrior in Cory's book.
"You in there Mister Jury?" Amanda asked stroking Cory's cheek, "What's on your mind?"
"Honestly my first title defense," he replied with a smile, "Something that's been coming for a long. I've thought about this moment for, shit since before Judge died, and now it's happening. Its happening while I am a belt wearer, a belt that must be defended EVERY Trauma. Every match."
Amanda never said anything even with a pause so Cory continued, "It won't be our first go round, Kelli and I, but the latter has beaten me every time before. I got rewrite our history a little bit, I've got to crush her at 189."
"Does it bother you facing a woman," Amanda asked witha little shrug, "You know in such a barbaric side of PCW? To hurt her."
This made Cory chuckle shaking his head, "Fuck no, without a second thought I want to fuck her up. I want this. I need this, half the reason I believe my brother is dead is because Nathan and Kelly were the last two in the ring with my brother. Revenge."
"What if Nathan intervenes?"
"Good! Let him, two birds one stone I say. It won't happen though, sure he'll be there, sure we will confront each other, but I want him another day if I can buy it. We'll get our shots in."
It boiled down to some simple facts: Gem left a legacy as Geniuses champion so Cory had something to surpass, Kelli Starr has beaten him at every match to the date and this needed to change, lastly Kelli was half of the reason Cory felt his brother was dead she had to be CRUSHED.
"If anything I want her to feel like it'll be a walk in the park, let her guard down, take me for a joke," Cory was serious now, "Then," he clapped his hands together, "Smash! I will not stop until I feel it necessary or Nathan stops me. Fun for me and not for her, she will not enjoy the memory of me for years to come."
"You got to be careful though for me," Amanda seemed worried as she kept searching his eyes for that faint look that he cares, "I've watched Trauma for couple of years and I know the talent, she's dangerous. Can you contain that if you unleash it?"
It was a good question, a problem that eluded him because Cory Steel and Kelli Starr had never been on that plane of confrontation. PTSD was a breed all itself, all Cory had to do was ask Judge who suffered combat PTSD even years after being out of the service.
"I guess we will see, I want to push her to that limit, I really do but at what cost? My title? I don't and can't lose it yet so may be I will tread lightly with the Candy Queen," Cory lied because he was full on ready to push Kelli Starr to the breaking point because motherfucker would it be nice to beat her after she's went pyscho? It would be pretty indeed. 2016 was his year with winning the Underground again, beating the shit out of Kelli Starr and Nathan Santini would be just two cherries on a big cake!
"But for you Amanda I promise to be careful," Cory kisses her forehead, "I won't promise I won't spill glitter blood everywhere though."
Amanda smiled and tucked her head under his chin falling off to sleep. Cory laid wide awake all night with visions of violence dancing in his mind.
THE INTERFERENCE
The black van came to a stop at the corner shutting completely off before the driver window rolled down revealing a semi-painted face of Cory Steel. Beside him was Victor, squatted in the middle was Lorenzo, and in the back were three more guys who jumped out the back as soon as they came to a stop.
"This is kinda low work for you big time bank robbers ain't it?" Asked Lorenzo as he sparked up him and Victor a smoke, "What do those Jamaicans want with pills anyway?"
"Well in our growing market of outlaw violence we may have took out a couple big racist crank dealers, burned down a Mexican meth lab, and a crack den. Yeah it killed our own money train," Victor began blowing rings of smoke, "But with this Jamaican line it'll be handled over there and the money is better. In trade we get a solid trade of weed and another buyer for our weapons."
"Sounds legit I guess you know as criminals trying to find better criminal things to do," Lorenzo pulled his cell phone read the text and nodded to Cory, "They are about to cut the power to the pharmacy."
The plan was simple cut the power off for a couple blocks, this kills the alarm inside, and gives them decent time to raid the entire store. Everything suddenly went dark, "Ok it is go time," Cory yelled and they proceeded to get out pulling their half masks down.
Just as they were about to cross the street reverse lights came on, tires began to burn, and a ton truck came hauling ass towards them.
The three men ducked back to the side of the van pulling out their pistols Victor angrily asks, "What the fuck is this?"
"I don't have a clue," Cory whispered watching, "But either someone is listening in on our iry friends or they want to burn us."
The ton truck came full speed at the back of the pharmacy plowing through the back wall! Big over head lights turned on cracking through the darkness as two black men jump out, "Is that Highman?" Cory asked trying to focus in through the bright lights.
"I'll be a son of a bitch it is! When did he start pulling jobs? Who is he with?" Victor answered.
The men worked quick grabbing fifteen boxes of unknown pills before sirens began, Highman was bitching about something when the other guy told him to shut up and get in, and the other man turned to the van shooting them the bird.
"If you want your shit Saints come find us!" He yelled before pulling something out of his jacket pocket and tossing it their way.
Victor and Lorenzo jumed to the ground but Cory narrowed his eyes to look the man dead in his face, he looked familiar but before the man shot Cory the finger getting in the truck a flash of light and boom went off.
It blinded Cory and he hit the ground on his knees holding his burning eyes! The ton truck pulled out as Vic and Lorenzo picked Cory up dragging him to the van, "I want to know who the fuck that was! Goddammit I can't see!"
