Post by Cory Steel on May 23, 2016 13:09:55 GMT -5
"So Living a Legacy, not our big shindig but to me its pretty important to me. See Breezy G I'm at a stalling point in my life and my fucking career. I don't know who I am, Cory Steel or Jury? Who the fuck are they?" Cory was staring into his camera the look of wear and tear beaten on his face. His eyes were swollen, blood shot, and red rimmed. If anyone paid attention they could see the shaking of his hands. Each knuckle was busted on both hands.
Cory was plagued with emotions, mostly guilt and sadness. He couldn't see the point that he'd made it so far in the tournament, why did he deserve it?
"I know who you are Breezy," a fake smile developed on his face his tone etched with fake joy, "The rising fucking star of Pure Class Wrestling! I mean you've blazed it up in the tournament even went toe to toe with some of our biggest talents, held your own too. I say you deserve to go on, I can't argue that you don't deserve it."
Then totally out of character he pulls a pack of Victors cigarettes and lights one, "Fuck damn look at me I'm a goddamn mess! I don't smoke, never have but fuck look at me go. Second pack today, what a role model."
As he went on a small tear falls down his cheek, "Why am I in the semi finals? Baby Jenks handed me my ass last Truama, gave me my fourth..that's right fourth concussion...in less than," he counted on his fingers as smoke danced from each movement, "Three months apart. I haven't been cleared for active duty but here I am every other week putting my all into...."
He zoned out, Cory wasn't here anymore in his head. The gray glazed eyes were there physically but honestly he was 1,000 miles away. After a few minutes of just staring and smoking he turned back to the camera, "Putting my all into nothing. I'm just another body at this point and I have nothing else to gain or loose at Living a Legacy. The only thing I could really gain would be the Underground title, because if I make it to the last round whoever I face is going to beat the shit out of me! Literally make me eat my own beard, if you get the metaphor.
I want you to take me out. Build a Legacy off of this event and show these mother fuckers what's up! But...but...don't expect me to just roll over, I sound down and I don't care if I lose but don't be a fucking fool if you think it'll be just a walk in the goddamn park. Some people in this place are not easily forgotten once you're in the ring with them and I am one of them."
Cory tosses the cigarette and stands up, "I see this match as my long hard goodbye and I respect that it's you I face, new talent verses old piece of shit like me, make me proud. Make me regret getting here and most of all make the Underground mean something or I'm going to bust your fucking brains all over Pure Class."
The camera goes off. Cory remains standing still turning his head to the left, "I'm sorry to both of you," his head rolls right and the tears flow, "Jesus what life have I got myself trapped in? My child has no mother, I couldn't save you even with the distance I put between us just for this sole reason."
What he was looking at was the two bodies of Victor and Julie. They were dressed and laying in caskets. Cory was holding Julie's hand, tears poured down his face, into his beard, and dripped onto the wood casket.
"I never had options or choices, they took them away and now your here! What am I left behind for? ! I'm a goddamn monster! I destroyed both your lives and I'm sorry."
When the small hand worked itself into his he jumped, his and Julie's daughter Riley had taken his hand. Cory picks her up and heads to the door leading out to the funeral parlor, "It's just us now Riley. Daddy's sorry."
She didn't return an answer or a glance, she just hugged him around the neck.
Cory was plagued with emotions, mostly guilt and sadness. He couldn't see the point that he'd made it so far in the tournament, why did he deserve it?
"I know who you are Breezy," a fake smile developed on his face his tone etched with fake joy, "The rising fucking star of Pure Class Wrestling! I mean you've blazed it up in the tournament even went toe to toe with some of our biggest talents, held your own too. I say you deserve to go on, I can't argue that you don't deserve it."
Then totally out of character he pulls a pack of Victors cigarettes and lights one, "Fuck damn look at me I'm a goddamn mess! I don't smoke, never have but fuck look at me go. Second pack today, what a role model."
As he went on a small tear falls down his cheek, "Why am I in the semi finals? Baby Jenks handed me my ass last Truama, gave me my fourth..that's right fourth concussion...in less than," he counted on his fingers as smoke danced from each movement, "Three months apart. I haven't been cleared for active duty but here I am every other week putting my all into...."
He zoned out, Cory wasn't here anymore in his head. The gray glazed eyes were there physically but honestly he was 1,000 miles away. After a few minutes of just staring and smoking he turned back to the camera, "Putting my all into nothing. I'm just another body at this point and I have nothing else to gain or loose at Living a Legacy. The only thing I could really gain would be the Underground title, because if I make it to the last round whoever I face is going to beat the shit out of me! Literally make me eat my own beard, if you get the metaphor.
I want you to take me out. Build a Legacy off of this event and show these mother fuckers what's up! But...but...don't expect me to just roll over, I sound down and I don't care if I lose but don't be a fucking fool if you think it'll be just a walk in the goddamn park. Some people in this place are not easily forgotten once you're in the ring with them and I am one of them."
Cory tosses the cigarette and stands up, "I see this match as my long hard goodbye and I respect that it's you I face, new talent verses old piece of shit like me, make me proud. Make me regret getting here and most of all make the Underground mean something or I'm going to bust your fucking brains all over Pure Class."
The camera goes off. Cory remains standing still turning his head to the left, "I'm sorry to both of you," his head rolls right and the tears flow, "Jesus what life have I got myself trapped in? My child has no mother, I couldn't save you even with the distance I put between us just for this sole reason."
What he was looking at was the two bodies of Victor and Julie. They were dressed and laying in caskets. Cory was holding Julie's hand, tears poured down his face, into his beard, and dripped onto the wood casket.
"I never had options or choices, they took them away and now your here! What am I left behind for? ! I'm a goddamn monster! I destroyed both your lives and I'm sorry."
When the small hand worked itself into his he jumped, his and Julie's daughter Riley had taken his hand. Cory picks her up and heads to the door leading out to the funeral parlor, "It's just us now Riley. Daddy's sorry."
She didn't return an answer or a glance, she just hugged him around the neck.
