Post by Cory Steel on Jan 28, 2019 16:17:36 GMT -5
October 2017
Cory and Othello now stood face to mask, years had passed since they had seen each other but that was intentional because Othello was on his brother's payroll now. Looking dead into the shadow's of Othello's mask hole's Cory couldn't gage the mans intentions and his gut instinct told him that if Othello found him then...
"...he doesn't know I found you Cory, not yet," Othello replied in his lazy empty of emotion tone as if he was reading Cory's mind, "I of course wanted to make sure the tip about your location was true before I did and here we are! You look good my fri-"
"Fuck you Othello," Cory cut him off and bravely took another step forward adjusting the small axe in his hand that he kept hidden as best as he could, "I swear if you think we are still friends after you went willy nilly to work for my sadistic 'dead' brother I'm going to fucking kill you! I don't care why you are here or what you want but I am begging you to get in your fancy car," he raises his empty hand to point at each of the guards surrounding the black town car, "With your butt buddies and go. Just get the FUCK out of here! Cory Steel is dead! He died in that cell on that island and...and...I'm Francis now a tree cutter who don't know you, understand?"
Othello remained silent tilting his head like a dog when confused. The work crew was slowly gathering behind Cory now, "Everything alright Packie?" Asked his boss.
Cory didn't move but shook his head slowly, "Yeah we are good Clyde, mistaken identity I think and they are leaving."
Othello chuckled and snapped his finger..
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The guards were quick as they pulled pistols from inside their jackets mowing down the work crew in a hail of bullets that echoed throughout the deep thick woods. The old sleeping animal that had been dormant for so long inside of the man claiming to be Francis woke and it woke with a savagely deep guttural roar! As if he hadn't missed a beat Cory chucked the small axe right at Othello, who equally was fast and ducked, planting it into the face of one of the guards!
The rest was like watching a Russian ballerina who had dedicated their life to their art, but Cory's art was killing! If he had learned anything from his twin brother it was how to kill. He was still fast as he dived forward into a roll at the feet of one of the guards and punched the man in his gut as he came back to his feet. Using the man as a shield to protect him from a hail of bullets Cory is able to pry the black glock from the man and take out two of the guards with clean head shots before taking shelter on the other side of the black town car. Three guards plus Othello remained.
Othello was in a rage now as he blindly charged towards Cory but he was able to shoot the masked man in the shoulder to slow him down. The shot hit its target and the big masked man came to a dead stop. Cory then peeked under the car and shot at the ankles of the three remaining guards, two fell with agonizing screams, but the third dived behind a dozer. Cory darted out from the protection of the town car the third man ripped shot after shot trying to hit Cory but all they found was nothing and the big man had disappeared into the thick tree line of the Tennessee forest.
Othello was holding his shoulder now and his head was looking at the spot where Cory had vanished, "Dammit! Bruce get in the car we need to go," Othello barked pulling his own gun now.
"What about the boys?" Bruce asked as he jogged towards them..
Crack! Crack!
"What boys?" Othello replied before he ducked into the town car. Bruce went pale but didn't question his order to get in, "I can't believe that motherfucker escaped! Judge is going to have our heads for this," Othello was visibly disappointed as he slammed his massive hands on the cars dashboard, "It won't matter I know where the cock sucker will go, we will just get him there."
"The girlfriends?" Bruce answered as he put the car in gear and sped away, Othello turned to look at him but with the mask Bruce would never know that Othello thought he was a moron, "Exaclty Bruce now shut the fuck up and drive."
....a little bit up the road...
Cory had sprinted through the woods with no hesitation and sure footing, he knew how to do this after his time in the woods around Hangtown, and he also knew their original work site was just a head. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head as he approached the site about how Othello had found him, but when you served the government like the Saints did the funds to find anyone was limitless for them. Only one thought kept coming around however and that was if they had found him what else did they know? Did they know about Jenna? Did they know where he hide the twins after his escape from the island before he went totes? It was like a bad dream, sure he knew how to defend himself but the demon that caused everyone around him to die was there too. Cory could not allow that to happen again....no one else was going to die because of him...and to do that he was going to have to stop Othello first.
...the town car...
Othello was on his cell phone trying to get a signal, "Goddammit! This piece of shit I can't get service to tell Bobby and the boys to move on his girlfriend's ho-"
"Oh fuck!" Screamed Bruce just as the bulldozer plowed into the driver side of the town car! Cory drove the town car into the tree line on the other side of the small gravel road, a stout tree caught the back of the car causing the car to flip over and smash into another tree. Othello slowly crawled out of the wreckage on his knees and cell phone in hand, fragments of glass cut into his hands. Small grunts of pain escaped him as Othello tried to stand up but a blur passed in front of him placing a well aimed kick to the big masked mans sides, and this put the big man on his back where he ceased any movement.
"You...fucking...lose Othello...backed the wrong side friend after years and years of service to me!" Cory screamed as he kicked the phone from the downed mans hand and pulling the black heavy glock from thewaistband of his jeans, "It all fucking ends here today! I'm going to send Judge a message by killing you, because if you can't do it NO ONE CAN!"
Othello simply crossed his bleeding hands across his chest, accepting his fate, and Cory raised his gun ready to fire....
"Whoa brother!"
Judge.
Cory turned on his heel toward the voice behind him, he fired off three more shots but the even bigger Judge darted behind a black truck and then into the tree line. Cory followed blindly and just as he approached the tree line Judge stepped around with a huge branch clotheslining Cory!
Cory hit the ground with a breath taking thud and Judge chuckled as he brought the limb down across Cory's exposed gut, it splintered in half. Judge grabbed his brother by the hair pulling him to his feet and right up to his face, "Look me in the...eye boy," Judge took a finger flipping Cory's eye patch back exposing scared skin, "I'm going to take the other eye now little brother!"
Cory heard the flick of a blade and luckily was fast enough to get a forearm between the blow that would have took his sight completely. He followed this up with several hard headbutts each one landing right across the bridge of Judge's nose until Cory was able to overpower his brother driving him against a tree, "I'm going to really take your life now big brother!"
They wrestled for the knife for a few seconds but Cory was losing stamina quick so he planted a knee right into his brother's balls, taking advantage of the dirty trick Cory twisted the knife from Judge's hand and stabbed his brother several times in the gut and shouting with each thrust...
"No..
....fucking....
..More!
I ...
....own...
You!
Mother.....fucker!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A seering pain in his shoulder and back caused Cory to stop before he could make sure the job was finished, Othello was leaning against a tree firing shots at Cory. The big man grabbed his shoulder and was once again taking off into the woods....
....to be continued....
Cory and Othello now stood face to mask, years had passed since they had seen each other but that was intentional because Othello was on his brother's payroll now. Looking dead into the shadow's of Othello's mask hole's Cory couldn't gage the mans intentions and his gut instinct told him that if Othello found him then...
"...he doesn't know I found you Cory, not yet," Othello replied in his lazy empty of emotion tone as if he was reading Cory's mind, "I of course wanted to make sure the tip about your location was true before I did and here we are! You look good my fri-"
"Fuck you Othello," Cory cut him off and bravely took another step forward adjusting the small axe in his hand that he kept hidden as best as he could, "I swear if you think we are still friends after you went willy nilly to work for my sadistic 'dead' brother I'm going to fucking kill you! I don't care why you are here or what you want but I am begging you to get in your fancy car," he raises his empty hand to point at each of the guards surrounding the black town car, "With your butt buddies and go. Just get the FUCK out of here! Cory Steel is dead! He died in that cell on that island and...and...I'm Francis now a tree cutter who don't know you, understand?"
Othello remained silent tilting his head like a dog when confused. The work crew was slowly gathering behind Cory now, "Everything alright Packie?" Asked his boss.
Cory didn't move but shook his head slowly, "Yeah we are good Clyde, mistaken identity I think and they are leaving."
Othello chuckled and snapped his finger..
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The guards were quick as they pulled pistols from inside their jackets mowing down the work crew in a hail of bullets that echoed throughout the deep thick woods. The old sleeping animal that had been dormant for so long inside of the man claiming to be Francis woke and it woke with a savagely deep guttural roar! As if he hadn't missed a beat Cory chucked the small axe right at Othello, who equally was fast and ducked, planting it into the face of one of the guards!
The rest was like watching a Russian ballerina who had dedicated their life to their art, but Cory's art was killing! If he had learned anything from his twin brother it was how to kill. He was still fast as he dived forward into a roll at the feet of one of the guards and punched the man in his gut as he came back to his feet. Using the man as a shield to protect him from a hail of bullets Cory is able to pry the black glock from the man and take out two of the guards with clean head shots before taking shelter on the other side of the black town car. Three guards plus Othello remained.
Othello was in a rage now as he blindly charged towards Cory but he was able to shoot the masked man in the shoulder to slow him down. The shot hit its target and the big masked man came to a dead stop. Cory then peeked under the car and shot at the ankles of the three remaining guards, two fell with agonizing screams, but the third dived behind a dozer. Cory darted out from the protection of the town car the third man ripped shot after shot trying to hit Cory but all they found was nothing and the big man had disappeared into the thick tree line of the Tennessee forest.
Othello was holding his shoulder now and his head was looking at the spot where Cory had vanished, "Dammit! Bruce get in the car we need to go," Othello barked pulling his own gun now.
"What about the boys?" Bruce asked as he jogged towards them..
Crack! Crack!
"What boys?" Othello replied before he ducked into the town car. Bruce went pale but didn't question his order to get in, "I can't believe that motherfucker escaped! Judge is going to have our heads for this," Othello was visibly disappointed as he slammed his massive hands on the cars dashboard, "It won't matter I know where the cock sucker will go, we will just get him there."
"The girlfriends?" Bruce answered as he put the car in gear and sped away, Othello turned to look at him but with the mask Bruce would never know that Othello thought he was a moron, "Exaclty Bruce now shut the fuck up and drive."
....a little bit up the road...
Cory had sprinted through the woods with no hesitation and sure footing, he knew how to do this after his time in the woods around Hangtown, and he also knew their original work site was just a head. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head as he approached the site about how Othello had found him, but when you served the government like the Saints did the funds to find anyone was limitless for them. Only one thought kept coming around however and that was if they had found him what else did they know? Did they know about Jenna? Did they know where he hide the twins after his escape from the island before he went totes? It was like a bad dream, sure he knew how to defend himself but the demon that caused everyone around him to die was there too. Cory could not allow that to happen again....no one else was going to die because of him...and to do that he was going to have to stop Othello first.
...the town car...
Othello was on his cell phone trying to get a signal, "Goddammit! This piece of shit I can't get service to tell Bobby and the boys to move on his girlfriend's ho-"
"Oh fuck!" Screamed Bruce just as the bulldozer plowed into the driver side of the town car! Cory drove the town car into the tree line on the other side of the small gravel road, a stout tree caught the back of the car causing the car to flip over and smash into another tree. Othello slowly crawled out of the wreckage on his knees and cell phone in hand, fragments of glass cut into his hands. Small grunts of pain escaped him as Othello tried to stand up but a blur passed in front of him placing a well aimed kick to the big masked mans sides, and this put the big man on his back where he ceased any movement.
"You...fucking...lose Othello...backed the wrong side friend after years and years of service to me!" Cory screamed as he kicked the phone from the downed mans hand and pulling the black heavy glock from thewaistband of his jeans, "It all fucking ends here today! I'm going to send Judge a message by killing you, because if you can't do it NO ONE CAN!"
Othello simply crossed his bleeding hands across his chest, accepting his fate, and Cory raised his gun ready to fire....
"Whoa brother!"
Judge.
Cory turned on his heel toward the voice behind him, he fired off three more shots but the even bigger Judge darted behind a black truck and then into the tree line. Cory followed blindly and just as he approached the tree line Judge stepped around with a huge branch clotheslining Cory!
Cory hit the ground with a breath taking thud and Judge chuckled as he brought the limb down across Cory's exposed gut, it splintered in half. Judge grabbed his brother by the hair pulling him to his feet and right up to his face, "Look me in the...eye boy," Judge took a finger flipping Cory's eye patch back exposing scared skin, "I'm going to take the other eye now little brother!"
Cory heard the flick of a blade and luckily was fast enough to get a forearm between the blow that would have took his sight completely. He followed this up with several hard headbutts each one landing right across the bridge of Judge's nose until Cory was able to overpower his brother driving him against a tree, "I'm going to really take your life now big brother!"
They wrestled for the knife for a few seconds but Cory was losing stamina quick so he planted a knee right into his brother's balls, taking advantage of the dirty trick Cory twisted the knife from Judge's hand and stabbed his brother several times in the gut and shouting with each thrust...
"No..
....fucking....
..More!
I ...
....own...
You!
Mother.....fucker!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A seering pain in his shoulder and back caused Cory to stop before he could make sure the job was finished, Othello was leaning against a tree firing shots at Cory. The big man grabbed his shoulder and was once again taking off into the woods....
....to be continued....
Greenville, South Carolina, 2019
The scene unfolds with a banner, a familiar banner with a skull and axe handle, in fact it was the banner with the logo for PCW's ultraman Holden Ross. However it isn't Ross or Tessa that the camera pans out to reveal but instead it was Cory Steel. Just Cory Steel. He sat on a bar stool with his head hung over and most of his face was hidden by hair.
"I'm back...seems memories of me haven't faded enough for some to forget me but for those who don't know or recall who I am its Cory...just Cory now...the face that made the Underground what it was and is today, the violent playground of what is mostly become of the Pure Class."
The big man grabs at his hair pushing it back over his head revealing a one eyed Cory Steel, the patch over his left eye was a clear indicator that things had changed. Reaching behind him he grabs the bottle of Jack Daniel's that he had already started on and poured himself a small glass.
"Not much has changed for me, been doing my own thing for a few years trying to...what is it the kids say? Find myself...again. I haven't thought of this place in years but it looks like the same faces....same bullshit problems....just a lot of talking too. If anyone truly remembers me they know I'm a man who lacks the brain power for words and smack talk, we leave that to the lawyers and champions right? I always thought so."
Cory drains the glass in one swallow and pours another, his one cold gray eye stares out beyond the camera. Cory was a man lost in thought but he pressed on.
"Holden Ross was it? The Ambassador of Ultraviolence? I think you said something about your name being one of those that people fear now? That my name was ONCE one of those names? I don't really recall if I was ever feared because the only thing that seems to be slipping is my mind, I'm in the greatest shape I've ever been in...maybe a finger or two less than that..."
Cory chuckled as he looked at both of his hands, he was indeed without a few fingers.
"I know I haven't forgot my pain tolerance either, the life I've lived you never get a tolerance or you die. Holden I'm not dead. I mean I may be dead on the inside but I accepted that years ago, and I'm going to show you. I have to now! You fail to understand that yeah I'm not a big Pure Class man of achievements or grandeur but if you ask anyone....anyone that has fought me they always remember me....what I can do...what I will do for ME. So this week while you plan on rolling over me and mounting that bear head on your wall...."
Cory stands up now and the camera follows, he pulls up his black tshirt to reveal a massive scar that resembles a claw mark.
"That I've killed the bear and I've accepted the life of a grizzly savage son a bitch! You don't fucking scare me and I'm not Razor who I'm pretty sure was brain dead before I even left but hey if you wanna brag about it please by all means...Its coming from a guy who calls himself the Ambassador of Ultraviolence anyways."
Cory drops his tshirt and pulls a zippo out of his pocket which he strikes it producing a flame. He holds it just under the Ross logo banner cutting a gray cold steel eye at the camera.
"You'll learn soon I hope that the Underground is far more....violent than you can grasp....after all I'm back now...."
The zippo flame catches the banner on fire and Cory lumbers out of the scene. The blaze roars up the Ross logo banner quickly and licks it's hot tendrils at the wood of the ceiling quickly catching the rest of the room on fire. Smoke growers so thick the camera no lon....
The scene unfolds with a banner, a familiar banner with a skull and axe handle, in fact it was the banner with the logo for PCW's ultraman Holden Ross. However it isn't Ross or Tessa that the camera pans out to reveal but instead it was Cory Steel. Just Cory Steel. He sat on a bar stool with his head hung over and most of his face was hidden by hair.
"I'm back...seems memories of me haven't faded enough for some to forget me but for those who don't know or recall who I am its Cory...just Cory now...the face that made the Underground what it was and is today, the violent playground of what is mostly become of the Pure Class."
The big man grabs at his hair pushing it back over his head revealing a one eyed Cory Steel, the patch over his left eye was a clear indicator that things had changed. Reaching behind him he grabs the bottle of Jack Daniel's that he had already started on and poured himself a small glass.
"Not much has changed for me, been doing my own thing for a few years trying to...what is it the kids say? Find myself...again. I haven't thought of this place in years but it looks like the same faces....same bullshit problems....just a lot of talking too. If anyone truly remembers me they know I'm a man who lacks the brain power for words and smack talk, we leave that to the lawyers and champions right? I always thought so."
Cory drains the glass in one swallow and pours another, his one cold gray eye stares out beyond the camera. Cory was a man lost in thought but he pressed on.
"Holden Ross was it? The Ambassador of Ultraviolence? I think you said something about your name being one of those that people fear now? That my name was ONCE one of those names? I don't really recall if I was ever feared because the only thing that seems to be slipping is my mind, I'm in the greatest shape I've ever been in...maybe a finger or two less than that..."
Cory chuckled as he looked at both of his hands, he was indeed without a few fingers.
"I know I haven't forgot my pain tolerance either, the life I've lived you never get a tolerance or you die. Holden I'm not dead. I mean I may be dead on the inside but I accepted that years ago, and I'm going to show you. I have to now! You fail to understand that yeah I'm not a big Pure Class man of achievements or grandeur but if you ask anyone....anyone that has fought me they always remember me....what I can do...what I will do for ME. So this week while you plan on rolling over me and mounting that bear head on your wall...."
Cory stands up now and the camera follows, he pulls up his black tshirt to reveal a massive scar that resembles a claw mark.
"That I've killed the bear and I've accepted the life of a grizzly savage son a bitch! You don't fucking scare me and I'm not Razor who I'm pretty sure was brain dead before I even left but hey if you wanna brag about it please by all means...Its coming from a guy who calls himself the Ambassador of Ultraviolence anyways."
Cory drops his tshirt and pulls a zippo out of his pocket which he strikes it producing a flame. He holds it just under the Ross logo banner cutting a gray cold steel eye at the camera.
"You'll learn soon I hope that the Underground is far more....violent than you can grasp....after all I'm back now...."
The zippo flame catches the banner on fire and Cory lumbers out of the scene. The blaze roars up the Ross logo banner quickly and licks it's hot tendrils at the wood of the ceiling quickly catching the rest of the room on fire. Smoke growers so thick the camera no lon....
