Post by Cory Steel on Nov 13, 2016 20:08:35 GMT -5
A WALK WITH BROTHER
'Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again....'
The old CCR song blared over speakers. Cory had been riding for hours bound, gagged, and black bagged. This all took course after the match between Alexa and his stand in Tyler King as soon as the lights went out Judge had been all over him choking him with that fucking baseball bat. He remembered two strong mother fuckers taking both arms, the bar disappeared but he felt the bag go over his head. Then he got knocked out, one of them big fucks hits hard.
When he woke and found his arms bound and blackness he didn't freak, if he was supposed to die, well RIP CORY STEEL. Two hours passed by with Cory hearing nothing but the radio blaring and passing cars. With the down time Cory thought he could process the events of tonight: DEAD AIN'T DEAD echoed in his head and the eyes of his NOT dead brother danced in the darkness of the bag.
The radio turns down, "Hey baby brother wake up! The night is young and I have a lot to talk about. Things you got to see," he chuckled as the van came to a stop, "Try not to fight though. I know you know the guys who grabbed you are big'uns! Make it easy for yourself, you got a date with Andy D at 202 can't have you all fuckered up."
Two doors open, then a sliding door, the weight in the van shifts from the two massive men, doors shut, and strong hands drag Cory out of the van. Whoever they were that was dragging him had no problem, "Where yeh' wan' this 'ere black person't?"
The man in his left had a thick Irish accent, he stunk, and like some sad stereotype he reeked of booze. On his right he only heard heavy breathing, but this guy was the strongest.
"Just drop the little turd right there," Judge belted, "and remove that pretty black bag. I want to see the moment when I break him you know when that," he sings the next part like a church house hymn, "Little light of his goin' to fade away! And you ain't got no mo' shine!"
When the bag was jerked off his face it came off with a painful colliding sound, it actually hit hard enough to chip Cory's two front teeth. He spit them out as his eye adjusted to the roaring fire Judge chuckled as the Irish man on his left grunted, "Fook brudda be easy wit' tha' boyo!"
What Cory had pictured of these two men to look like was actually double that! The Irish man was a walking bald headed muscle tattooed from his neck down to the tip of his fingers. The other brother was disgustingly hard to look at and Cory looked away quickly but the Irish man saw it, "Olen is ah hard'en tah look at thank to'er drooken piec'o shite Dah'. See our ol'man didn't know 'bout his bein' deaf'n dumb, so tha' first time Olen didn't speak back when Dah spoke he got knocked up side his big ugly fook face with a log. Dropped 'im righ' into tha fire place..."
Cory looked at Olen and the big brute just stared off at the sky with a slack mouth. He was thousands of miles away his eyes sparkled with the glazed dotted starlight.
"Don't let him catch you staring," Judge rattled off knocking on something, "He may be some what off but he knows enough that if he sees people staring, he thinks it's because he's a ugly burned up freak. Exactly what he is, so just don't look at him funny."
Cory cuts his eye back to Judge who was leaning against but between two very recognizable coffins, "I know the what you want to do look on your face and I can't let you do that, you will get that chance but right now I just want to explain," he taps the coffin he is leaning on with thick fingers, "You are a shit site for sore eyes brother. I thought, I really thought, when I departed from this life that I had changed you! Really made you into a man," he chuckles, "Boy was I ever wrong! You ain't shit but shit look at the chaos you brought down on you and those around you! Harker hatchet me."
The big Irish man tossed Judge a small hatchet which Judge catches in a beautiful fashion twisting as he caught the long clean handle planting it into the front of the coffin, "We'll take a small survey so my opinion ain't the only one," he begins to bust a hole through the top of the casket, "Uncle Vic what do you say?"
Judge reaches into the hole pulling a rotten purple looking deceased Victor's face through the hole. The smell makes Judge fan his nose, "Got damn! Stinky stinky pew pew pew, look at him Vic!"
Judge pulls the bottom jaw of the dead Victor mocking Cory, "I know man! Sack of shit got me killed Hell got a lot of us killed. He never avenged your death either Judge, instead he just fucks your wife and assumes the role of Daddy to the kids. What a prick?!"
Judge laughs, "Damn right, cut a man down in his prime. What are you good for Cory? What happened to the savage I saw when you was the Underground champion? Hell even that psycho Alexa is doing better than you! North American champion! God why didn't I kill you? I could have. Thought I did, but yet thanks to the grace of God here you are a testament to survival. But God let so many down," Judge turns his attention to the other coffin stroking the outside, "Espically your daughter and her mother. Does she know about what happened? Or have you lied to her, 'Mommy went to the house of the Lord?', you salty dog you."
Judge grabs the coffin lid and Cory looks away not ready to see the body of Julie rotting away way before her time. Judge sees this and laughs, "It's empty brother, what am I a monster? No, this one is for you," Judge snaps his fingers the two big brothers grab Cory, despite his struggling Cory was over taken with great ease and thrown into the waiting coffin, "You got to learn what the dead know brother. We know a lot and I want you to hear what they got to say! I got to break you brother, cause dead ain't dead."
Before Cory can lash out the coffin is shut tight. He beats his body against the top trying to bust it open to freedom when Judge wraps his knuckles on the outside, "Stop freaking out! You got about a days worth of oxygen pumping on the inside, use it wisely brother. Remember this is reflection time. Check in on you later."
Together all three men hoist the casket from its vertical position to its bottom, laying the coffin over some straps, and then they lift it once more into a predug hole. Olen grabs a shovel and begins to pitch dirt back into its earthly home. Judge and Harker walk back to the van, "Get everything set up. I'm going back to town for some beer."
Harker nods, "Brang back sum of those liddle jerky bites fer liddle brother."
meanwhile in the casket...
All Cory could do was yell and squirm inside his small confined space!
"Let me out Judge goddammit!"
Dirt hits the top of the coffin..
"I'll kill you! Let me out!"
More dirt. This went on for what felt like hours until the sounds of dirt faded and his screams for release were just groans from a dry cracked voice. All the energy he had to fight back with was gone. Cory Steel was accepting his fate, he was going to die down here at the hands of his undead brother.
meanwhile above ground two hours later....
The two twins sat in the back of the black van watching a single moniter hooked up from the grave to back of the van. It was silent for the most part now, Cory was laying still staring at the top of the casket. A motorcycle breaks this silence however when the even bigger Judge comes rolling back up parking between two headstones.
He climbs off the bike tossing a beer at Harker, "How is the big guy doing?"
"He's stopped screamin," Harker replied cracking the tab, "Didn't take mooch tah break tha liddle prick," he laughed.
Judge laughs too and sits down between the brothers, "Is the mic on?"
Harker nods as he opens a bag of jerky for his brother. Judge grabs his headset and puts it on, "Testing...1...2...test."
in the casket...
"Testing...1....2...test," the voice boomed inside Cory's head making him flinch, "I see by your startling you can hear me. You calm now? Ready to listen to me? First off Amanda and the girls are alright, paid them a dearly needed visit for closure, I had to know why my dear wife needed to Fuck a washed up shit like you only to realise shit attracts shit!"
"Fuck you psycho!" Cory grunted with pain as each word burned his dry throat, "I swear to god of you hurt them...."
"Shut THE FUCK UP!" Judges voiced echoed inside the coffin, hurting Cory's unprotected ears. Judge cleared his throat, "Sorry but just be quiet, listen. They are fine. Second bit of news, at 202 you'll get to face off against a man you've also fucked over before and I bet he is thinking the same thing as me, revenge. Andy fucking D! Underground champion! Color me shocked that a man like D is the champion of a division you use to thrive so largely in!"
Cory suddenly found himself remembering the days he was calling himself Korey Kill. The AWAasshole invasion had just begun but oh so faithfully Cory had a natural knack for fighting against the union of everything that made him. D and Kill were randomly put together as a team for the tag team tournament, but Cory's mind at the time only seemed to look out for him and him only. His grudge against the AWAassholes, mainly Whitey Ford, had cost them the tournament. So many lies he had told Andy D, "I got this man, my focus is on the team brother! The titles! I won't let them be an interference," he had promised. So many lies.
Cory couldn't work with anyone, it was set in his DNA, and it made him untrustworthy. The two men seldom crossed paths much after that, but Cory felt even so much more now that Andy D might still hold that grudge.
"I see the wheels turning brother," Judge laughed, "Do you think your ready to go against a man who has successfully defended a title so many think he isn't capable of handling? From the things I saw him do at 201, I believe he's going to Fuck up your program! However I hope you win brother because when the day comes that I get you in the ring that you have that title so when I fucking destroy you the victory will be so much sweeter!"
Cory wouldn't ever admit it but he respected Andy D, always had, because he was such a versatile man of talents. Espically adapting to the Underground divison like he had. Could he beat him though? He hadn't ever beat Andy D before but this was his stomping grounds. He was the true underground king.
Cory smiles a little, "I hope I do too you sick fuck! Because when I do mother fucker I am going to come right at you," he pauses to try and swallow what little spit he had so he could finish, "And I am going to kill you. I'm going to make the dead, dead."
'Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again....'
The old CCR song blared over speakers. Cory had been riding for hours bound, gagged, and black bagged. This all took course after the match between Alexa and his stand in Tyler King as soon as the lights went out Judge had been all over him choking him with that fucking baseball bat. He remembered two strong mother fuckers taking both arms, the bar disappeared but he felt the bag go over his head. Then he got knocked out, one of them big fucks hits hard.
When he woke and found his arms bound and blackness he didn't freak, if he was supposed to die, well RIP CORY STEEL. Two hours passed by with Cory hearing nothing but the radio blaring and passing cars. With the down time Cory thought he could process the events of tonight: DEAD AIN'T DEAD echoed in his head and the eyes of his NOT dead brother danced in the darkness of the bag.
The radio turns down, "Hey baby brother wake up! The night is young and I have a lot to talk about. Things you got to see," he chuckled as the van came to a stop, "Try not to fight though. I know you know the guys who grabbed you are big'uns! Make it easy for yourself, you got a date with Andy D at 202 can't have you all fuckered up."
Two doors open, then a sliding door, the weight in the van shifts from the two massive men, doors shut, and strong hands drag Cory out of the van. Whoever they were that was dragging him had no problem, "Where yeh' wan' this 'ere black person't?"
The man in his left had a thick Irish accent, he stunk, and like some sad stereotype he reeked of booze. On his right he only heard heavy breathing, but this guy was the strongest.
"Just drop the little turd right there," Judge belted, "and remove that pretty black bag. I want to see the moment when I break him you know when that," he sings the next part like a church house hymn, "Little light of his goin' to fade away! And you ain't got no mo' shine!"
When the bag was jerked off his face it came off with a painful colliding sound, it actually hit hard enough to chip Cory's two front teeth. He spit them out as his eye adjusted to the roaring fire Judge chuckled as the Irish man on his left grunted, "Fook brudda be easy wit' tha' boyo!"
What Cory had pictured of these two men to look like was actually double that! The Irish man was a walking bald headed muscle tattooed from his neck down to the tip of his fingers. The other brother was disgustingly hard to look at and Cory looked away quickly but the Irish man saw it, "Olen is ah hard'en tah look at thank to'er drooken piec'o shite Dah'. See our ol'man didn't know 'bout his bein' deaf'n dumb, so tha' first time Olen didn't speak back when Dah spoke he got knocked up side his big ugly fook face with a log. Dropped 'im righ' into tha fire place..."
Cory looked at Olen and the big brute just stared off at the sky with a slack mouth. He was thousands of miles away his eyes sparkled with the glazed dotted starlight.
"Don't let him catch you staring," Judge rattled off knocking on something, "He may be some what off but he knows enough that if he sees people staring, he thinks it's because he's a ugly burned up freak. Exactly what he is, so just don't look at him funny."
Cory cuts his eye back to Judge who was leaning against but between two very recognizable coffins, "I know the what you want to do look on your face and I can't let you do that, you will get that chance but right now I just want to explain," he taps the coffin he is leaning on with thick fingers, "You are a shit site for sore eyes brother. I thought, I really thought, when I departed from this life that I had changed you! Really made you into a man," he chuckles, "Boy was I ever wrong! You ain't shit but shit look at the chaos you brought down on you and those around you! Harker hatchet me."
The big Irish man tossed Judge a small hatchet which Judge catches in a beautiful fashion twisting as he caught the long clean handle planting it into the front of the coffin, "We'll take a small survey so my opinion ain't the only one," he begins to bust a hole through the top of the casket, "Uncle Vic what do you say?"
Judge reaches into the hole pulling a rotten purple looking deceased Victor's face through the hole. The smell makes Judge fan his nose, "Got damn! Stinky stinky pew pew pew, look at him Vic!"
Judge pulls the bottom jaw of the dead Victor mocking Cory, "I know man! Sack of shit got me killed Hell got a lot of us killed. He never avenged your death either Judge, instead he just fucks your wife and assumes the role of Daddy to the kids. What a prick?!"
Judge laughs, "Damn right, cut a man down in his prime. What are you good for Cory? What happened to the savage I saw when you was the Underground champion? Hell even that psycho Alexa is doing better than you! North American champion! God why didn't I kill you? I could have. Thought I did, but yet thanks to the grace of God here you are a testament to survival. But God let so many down," Judge turns his attention to the other coffin stroking the outside, "Espically your daughter and her mother. Does she know about what happened? Or have you lied to her, 'Mommy went to the house of the Lord?', you salty dog you."
Judge grabs the coffin lid and Cory looks away not ready to see the body of Julie rotting away way before her time. Judge sees this and laughs, "It's empty brother, what am I a monster? No, this one is for you," Judge snaps his fingers the two big brothers grab Cory, despite his struggling Cory was over taken with great ease and thrown into the waiting coffin, "You got to learn what the dead know brother. We know a lot and I want you to hear what they got to say! I got to break you brother, cause dead ain't dead."
Before Cory can lash out the coffin is shut tight. He beats his body against the top trying to bust it open to freedom when Judge wraps his knuckles on the outside, "Stop freaking out! You got about a days worth of oxygen pumping on the inside, use it wisely brother. Remember this is reflection time. Check in on you later."
Together all three men hoist the casket from its vertical position to its bottom, laying the coffin over some straps, and then they lift it once more into a predug hole. Olen grabs a shovel and begins to pitch dirt back into its earthly home. Judge and Harker walk back to the van, "Get everything set up. I'm going back to town for some beer."
Harker nods, "Brang back sum of those liddle jerky bites fer liddle brother."
meanwhile in the casket...
All Cory could do was yell and squirm inside his small confined space!
"Let me out Judge goddammit!"
Dirt hits the top of the coffin..
"I'll kill you! Let me out!"
More dirt. This went on for what felt like hours until the sounds of dirt faded and his screams for release were just groans from a dry cracked voice. All the energy he had to fight back with was gone. Cory Steel was accepting his fate, he was going to die down here at the hands of his undead brother.
meanwhile above ground two hours later....
The two twins sat in the back of the black van watching a single moniter hooked up from the grave to back of the van. It was silent for the most part now, Cory was laying still staring at the top of the casket. A motorcycle breaks this silence however when the even bigger Judge comes rolling back up parking between two headstones.
He climbs off the bike tossing a beer at Harker, "How is the big guy doing?"
"He's stopped screamin," Harker replied cracking the tab, "Didn't take mooch tah break tha liddle prick," he laughed.
Judge laughs too and sits down between the brothers, "Is the mic on?"
Harker nods as he opens a bag of jerky for his brother. Judge grabs his headset and puts it on, "Testing...1...2...test."
in the casket...
"Testing...1....2...test," the voice boomed inside Cory's head making him flinch, "I see by your startling you can hear me. You calm now? Ready to listen to me? First off Amanda and the girls are alright, paid them a dearly needed visit for closure, I had to know why my dear wife needed to Fuck a washed up shit like you only to realise shit attracts shit!"
"Fuck you psycho!" Cory grunted with pain as each word burned his dry throat, "I swear to god of you hurt them...."
"Shut THE FUCK UP!" Judges voiced echoed inside the coffin, hurting Cory's unprotected ears. Judge cleared his throat, "Sorry but just be quiet, listen. They are fine. Second bit of news, at 202 you'll get to face off against a man you've also fucked over before and I bet he is thinking the same thing as me, revenge. Andy fucking D! Underground champion! Color me shocked that a man like D is the champion of a division you use to thrive so largely in!"
Cory suddenly found himself remembering the days he was calling himself Korey Kill. The AWAasshole invasion had just begun but oh so faithfully Cory had a natural knack for fighting against the union of everything that made him. D and Kill were randomly put together as a team for the tag team tournament, but Cory's mind at the time only seemed to look out for him and him only. His grudge against the AWAassholes, mainly Whitey Ford, had cost them the tournament. So many lies he had told Andy D, "I got this man, my focus is on the team brother! The titles! I won't let them be an interference," he had promised. So many lies.
Cory couldn't work with anyone, it was set in his DNA, and it made him untrustworthy. The two men seldom crossed paths much after that, but Cory felt even so much more now that Andy D might still hold that grudge.
"I see the wheels turning brother," Judge laughed, "Do you think your ready to go against a man who has successfully defended a title so many think he isn't capable of handling? From the things I saw him do at 201, I believe he's going to Fuck up your program! However I hope you win brother because when the day comes that I get you in the ring that you have that title so when I fucking destroy you the victory will be so much sweeter!"
Cory wouldn't ever admit it but he respected Andy D, always had, because he was such a versatile man of talents. Espically adapting to the Underground divison like he had. Could he beat him though? He hadn't ever beat Andy D before but this was his stomping grounds. He was the true underground king.
Cory smiles a little, "I hope I do too you sick fuck! Because when I do mother fucker I am going to come right at you," he pauses to try and swallow what little spit he had so he could finish, "And I am going to kill you. I'm going to make the dead, dead."
