Rising Son: Dead Ain't Dead
Oct 30, 2016 17:32:06 GMT -5
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Post by Cory Steel on Oct 30, 2016 17:32:06 GMT -5
TRAUMA 200
Cory, even though he was eliminated, felt as though he was on top of the world! The rush of competition had returned to him as if he had never been hurt or as if his legs and one hand weren't 95% titanium metal. Then it hit as he walked through the curtains like knives and many of them stabbing into his legs! It brought him to his knees and just before he passed out he heard a scream.
10 minutes later....
He never opened his eyes when he came back around but he listened to the very angry Doctor Harold Suresh yelling at Amanda.
"What the hell was he trying to do?! I didn't clear him nor did his own doctor, as a matter of fact according to his doctor he has six more months left of physical therapy! He is in big big trouble," Dr. Suresh barked, "Next time he comes back to this building he better have a clear slate from his doctor."
The door opens and slams. Amanda walks over touching Cory's chest and he opens his eyes smiling, "He was pissed! I got the shock I wanted though, people thinking they saw a ghost was great but what happened backstage wasn't fun."
"Both of them said it was where inside both your knees aren't fully healed that some of the meat tore away from the titanium," Amanda replied searching Cory's face, "Managment isn't happy either Cory. I'm not either! Jesus what happened if you got seriously hurt again? Do you think they would have done anything for you this time?! Just like last time!"
Cory sat up pulling Amanda into his arms, "It is fine Mandy, I'm totally fine. Look at me," He pulled her face from his chest and pulled her face to his face wiping a tear away with his thumb, "I will be fine. I promise to wait next time until I am clear, I promise."
Amanda pulled his phone out, "Oh yeah? You are already booked for 201! But I talked to the legal team who showed up while you were being looked at," she smiled a little, "They found a loophole. Lorenzo has left for New York saying he'd get the help that he had a nephew."
"What's the loophole?"
DEAD AIN'T DEAD
Halloween 2016
Greenville, South Carolina
Aunt Bea's
Cory folded his menu down as the waiter approached, "I'll have the soup. Water. Also want this area kind of private, so make your self scarce."
The waiter nodded and walked away. Lorenzo sat across from him arms crossed, silent but observant, watching the waiter walk away. Cory is pounding away on his cell phone
hey yo psycho, it's steel. got cleared to compete. Ur my first beating, Hell you're a birthday gift! Let's talk.
He hit send and sat his phone aside. Watching the rest of the restaurant Lorenzo played absent of mind with the salt shaker, "You think she really cares you are back? I mean everyone knows your," he turns just his eyes at Cory's chair, "Situation."
Cory laughed just as his phone buzzed, "We go back. We have this hate hate kind of thing," Cory types away on his phone, "Its really magical."
"I heard she's kinda," he whistles like a coco clock twisting a finger around his ear making a twisted face, "Out there."
"She's a fucking nut man," Cory dips a hand into the bucket of peanuts sitting on their table, "I got my ass covered. To cover their ass we got a deal, I was close to having to fuck a senior member of the senior board in PCW legal department for a favor. Hell she isn't even my first idea of who to blame for what happened, I mean she's involved but not the mastermind. She would have killed me."
Another buzz.
"I need an answer before we meet again," Cory swallowed, "Just in case."
Cory hit the phone button beside Blacks contact name and placed his phone to his ear. One ring. Two ring.
"Where are you?" spat the hateful Alexa Black, "You got some-"
"Alexa," Cory cut her off with a shout, "Okay shut up, me talk you listen, you answer. I am no where close to you trust me, you and I Black are like D'n'D Dwarves and Orcs. I the stoic barrel chested dwarf, and you a ugly but ruling functional Orc drag queen thing, that I ,as well as my race, through generations of war have sworn an internal blood hatred for each other. So, if we see each other before 201 well what would be left for 201? You feel me? I'd fuck you up. Again. I know you are the defending NA champ, I ain't taking that away from you. I am just saying we have this forever rage best to save it for Trauma. However now is the time to come clean, I don't remember much after the door of your locker room closed but I think I saw you? Kinda lurking, all masculine," Cory pauses rubbing the corner of his eye pushing into the twitch, "Behind your beautiful sister. Then a thunk..."
The memory floods back and Cory remembers just a little of what happened after the thunk noise and impeding blackness:
"You there prick?" Alexa's impatient bitch voice brought Cory back.
"Right, Alexa you know who fucked me up and I am giving you this one chance to tell me who it was before Trauma," he laughs, "Because we know what happens when we get together in that ring. I want you to have a clear conscience before I beat your ass!"
Cory stops before he gets carried away and takes a few deeps breathes, "So what secrets do you hide Alexa?"
That cold gravely voice barks at the other enx, it causes the line on his end to crackle. Cory puts it on speaker whispering to Lorenzo to listen, "
"So you want to know what really happened that night eh? Well since I'm feeling generous I will tell you exactly what happened that night.
You see it was my boys that to lead you into an ambush and you like the idiot you are fell right into it and BLAM your dumb ass gets taken out of commission.
You know what I would do it again in a heartbeat. You may win battles in the ring that's all well and good but when it comes to war your going to forever be on the loosing side."
Then silence. As Cory goes to finally speak she cackles into the phone, "" So I'll see you in the ring at Trauma 201. And remember....dead ain't dead, Bye bye Benjie."
A beep and the call ends. Lorenzo looks up at Cory who had went very pale and stiff staring at his phone, "You ok Cory?"
"Dead," he began licking his lips, his eyes danced in their sockets, like behind his big thick skull they were connecting the dots and losing, "Dead ain't dead. You heard her say that?"
"Yeah and someone else we knew said that," Lorenzo replied snapping his fingers and bobbing his head trying to remember, "Can't put a eye on it but someone we, at least I, use to say that same shit!"
"It sounds familiar to me too," he said shaking his head, "Its blurry but the night I was attacked I heard it said too."
Lorenzo shrugged, "Anyways I got my nephew lined up for you, still ain't cleared you yet?"
Whatever had been eating at Cory was pushed back into other thoughts, "Fuck no, they were pissed at me for being at Trauma 200 the doctor and PCW's legal. We reached a deal for 201 that keeps us all out of hot water, so yeah I need your nephew."
"Good deal he'll be here in a few hours," Lorenzo clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "Think Alexa was the mastermind?"
Cory laughed as the waiter returned with his soup, "That dumb bitch couldn't figure her way out of a wet paper bag! She's involved and that is all the credit she gets, so I know I'll have a clear mind when her head is being beat on. Lets eat and get back to the Compound."
'Dead ain't Dead.'
THE COMPOUND
The black van comes to a stop just outside the closed bar and motorcycle shop better known as, The Compound. A black motorcycle is parked out front with a handsome mid twenty something long blonde haired leaning against the front entrance. Lorenzo is the first man out yelling to the blonde man, "Tyler you ugly mother fucker! Come here boy, Jesus I haven't seen you in years."
The two embrace in a hug, "I've been good Uncle, making money and taking care of the kid. You?"
"Good man, good. Look we will catch up later first I want you to meet our boss," Lorenzo says patting his nephew on the back and directing him to the van. The door slides back, a small engine is whining in the back, and the wheelchair lift begins to roll out from inside the van carrying Cory and his chair, "Tyler this is Cory Steel. Cory this is my nephew Tyler King."
As the lift hit the ground Cory shook hands with Tyler, "Thanks for doing this for me Tyler, even though it's just a temp thing you'll be paid well and in the end I may just have a job for you down here."
Tyler smiles a pretty white toothed smile, "Hell yeah man, jobs back home are rough to find but thanks man! What exactly is the job?"
"Roll with me and I'll fill you in."
Cory, even though he was eliminated, felt as though he was on top of the world! The rush of competition had returned to him as if he had never been hurt or as if his legs and one hand weren't 95% titanium metal. Then it hit as he walked through the curtains like knives and many of them stabbing into his legs! It brought him to his knees and just before he passed out he heard a scream.
10 minutes later....
He never opened his eyes when he came back around but he listened to the very angry Doctor Harold Suresh yelling at Amanda.
"What the hell was he trying to do?! I didn't clear him nor did his own doctor, as a matter of fact according to his doctor he has six more months left of physical therapy! He is in big big trouble," Dr. Suresh barked, "Next time he comes back to this building he better have a clear slate from his doctor."
The door opens and slams. Amanda walks over touching Cory's chest and he opens his eyes smiling, "He was pissed! I got the shock I wanted though, people thinking they saw a ghost was great but what happened backstage wasn't fun."
"Both of them said it was where inside both your knees aren't fully healed that some of the meat tore away from the titanium," Amanda replied searching Cory's face, "Managment isn't happy either Cory. I'm not either! Jesus what happened if you got seriously hurt again? Do you think they would have done anything for you this time?! Just like last time!"
Cory sat up pulling Amanda into his arms, "It is fine Mandy, I'm totally fine. Look at me," He pulled her face from his chest and pulled her face to his face wiping a tear away with his thumb, "I will be fine. I promise to wait next time until I am clear, I promise."
Amanda pulled his phone out, "Oh yeah? You are already booked for 201! But I talked to the legal team who showed up while you were being looked at," she smiled a little, "They found a loophole. Lorenzo has left for New York saying he'd get the help that he had a nephew."
"What's the loophole?"
DEAD AIN'T DEAD
Halloween 2016
Greenville, South Carolina
Aunt Bea's
Cory folded his menu down as the waiter approached, "I'll have the soup. Water. Also want this area kind of private, so make your self scarce."
The waiter nodded and walked away. Lorenzo sat across from him arms crossed, silent but observant, watching the waiter walk away. Cory is pounding away on his cell phone
hey yo psycho, it's steel. got cleared to compete. Ur my first beating, Hell you're a birthday gift! Let's talk.
He hit send and sat his phone aside. Watching the rest of the restaurant Lorenzo played absent of mind with the salt shaker, "You think she really cares you are back? I mean everyone knows your," he turns just his eyes at Cory's chair, "Situation."
Cory laughed just as his phone buzzed, "We go back. We have this hate hate kind of thing," Cory types away on his phone, "Its really magical."
black: fuck off! Aren't you like Lt Dan now? Haha!
steel: har! Har! I remember my first beer. Calling in a few.
steel: har! Har! I remember my first beer. Calling in a few.
"I heard she's kinda," he whistles like a coco clock twisting a finger around his ear making a twisted face, "Out there."
"She's a fucking nut man," Cory dips a hand into the bucket of peanuts sitting on their table, "I got my ass covered. To cover their ass we got a deal, I was close to having to fuck a senior member of the senior board in PCW legal department for a favor. Hell she isn't even my first idea of who to blame for what happened, I mean she's involved but not the mastermind. She would have killed me."
Another buzz.
black: hurry douche.
"I need an answer before we meet again," Cory swallowed, "Just in case."
Cory hit the phone button beside Blacks contact name and placed his phone to his ear. One ring. Two ring.
"Where are you?" spat the hateful Alexa Black, "You got some-"
"Alexa," Cory cut her off with a shout, "Okay shut up, me talk you listen, you answer. I am no where close to you trust me, you and I Black are like D'n'D Dwarves and Orcs. I the stoic barrel chested dwarf, and you a ugly but ruling functional Orc drag queen thing, that I ,as well as my race, through generations of war have sworn an internal blood hatred for each other. So, if we see each other before 201 well what would be left for 201? You feel me? I'd fuck you up. Again. I know you are the defending NA champ, I ain't taking that away from you. I am just saying we have this forever rage best to save it for Trauma. However now is the time to come clean, I don't remember much after the door of your locker room closed but I think I saw you? Kinda lurking, all masculine," Cory pauses rubbing the corner of his eye pushing into the twitch, "Behind your beautiful sister. Then a thunk..."
The memory floods back and Cory remembers just a little of what happened after the thunk noise and impeding blackness:
"You?"
The door closed behind him causing him to turn and...
THUNK!
Everything on his left side of his eye was a flash of red, mixed with numbing pain. Cory heard just before the darkness, "Dead ain't dead is it baby Black?"
It was a man's voice, deep, raspy, and just a little southern. Black.
The door closed behind him causing him to turn and...
THUNK!
Everything on his left side of his eye was a flash of red, mixed with numbing pain. Cory heard just before the darkness, "Dead ain't dead is it baby Black?"
It was a man's voice, deep, raspy, and just a little southern. Black.
"You there prick?" Alexa's impatient bitch voice brought Cory back.
"Right, Alexa you know who fucked me up and I am giving you this one chance to tell me who it was before Trauma," he laughs, "Because we know what happens when we get together in that ring. I want you to have a clear conscience before I beat your ass!"
Cory stops before he gets carried away and takes a few deeps breathes, "So what secrets do you hide Alexa?"
That cold gravely voice barks at the other enx, it causes the line on his end to crackle. Cory puts it on speaker whispering to Lorenzo to listen, "
"So you want to know what really happened that night eh? Well since I'm feeling generous I will tell you exactly what happened that night.
You see it was my boys that to lead you into an ambush and you like the idiot you are fell right into it and BLAM your dumb ass gets taken out of commission.
You know what I would do it again in a heartbeat. You may win battles in the ring that's all well and good but when it comes to war your going to forever be on the loosing side."
Then silence. As Cory goes to finally speak she cackles into the phone, "" So I'll see you in the ring at Trauma 201. And remember....dead ain't dead, Bye bye Benjie."
A beep and the call ends. Lorenzo looks up at Cory who had went very pale and stiff staring at his phone, "You ok Cory?"
"Dead," he began licking his lips, his eyes danced in their sockets, like behind his big thick skull they were connecting the dots and losing, "Dead ain't dead. You heard her say that?"
"Yeah and someone else we knew said that," Lorenzo replied snapping his fingers and bobbing his head trying to remember, "Can't put a eye on it but someone we, at least I, use to say that same shit!"
"It sounds familiar to me too," he said shaking his head, "Its blurry but the night I was attacked I heard it said too."
Lorenzo shrugged, "Anyways I got my nephew lined up for you, still ain't cleared you yet?"
Whatever had been eating at Cory was pushed back into other thoughts, "Fuck no, they were pissed at me for being at Trauma 200 the doctor and PCW's legal. We reached a deal for 201 that keeps us all out of hot water, so yeah I need your nephew."
"Good deal he'll be here in a few hours," Lorenzo clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "Think Alexa was the mastermind?"
Cory laughed as the waiter returned with his soup, "That dumb bitch couldn't figure her way out of a wet paper bag! She's involved and that is all the credit she gets, so I know I'll have a clear mind when her head is being beat on. Lets eat and get back to the Compound."
'Dead ain't Dead.'
THE COMPOUND
The black van comes to a stop just outside the closed bar and motorcycle shop better known as, The Compound. A black motorcycle is parked out front with a handsome mid twenty something long blonde haired leaning against the front entrance. Lorenzo is the first man out yelling to the blonde man, "Tyler you ugly mother fucker! Come here boy, Jesus I haven't seen you in years."
The two embrace in a hug, "I've been good Uncle, making money and taking care of the kid. You?"
"Good man, good. Look we will catch up later first I want you to meet our boss," Lorenzo says patting his nephew on the back and directing him to the van. The door slides back, a small engine is whining in the back, and the wheelchair lift begins to roll out from inside the van carrying Cory and his chair, "Tyler this is Cory Steel. Cory this is my nephew Tyler King."
As the lift hit the ground Cory shook hands with Tyler, "Thanks for doing this for me Tyler, even though it's just a temp thing you'll be paid well and in the end I may just have a job for you down here."
Tyler smiles a pretty white toothed smile, "Hell yeah man, jobs back home are rough to find but thanks man! What exactly is the job?"
"Roll with me and I'll fill you in."
