Cory Steel
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Post by Cory Steel on Jan 14, 2020 3:30:40 GMT -5
....december 24th 2019...somewhere
'fuck...you Cory....fuck you,' the voice that screamed was shakey and choking on blood, it was Othello. Chaos engulfed the scene around them. The building which was a weapons manufacturer ran by Judge was on fire, gunfire rang out in the distance, screams, and of course there was Cory Benjamin Steel. Long hair fell over Othello's face hiding his scared face from site, he was bleeding from several different spots but the worst was across his gut.
Cory was covered in ash and soot, he reeked like a campfire. He carried both a gun and knife in his hands, sported a few bullet wounds, a small knot on his cheek had risen profusely, while his nose poured blood, busted bottom lip, and he smiled. He didn't speak but just smiled. Othello coughed another fit and fuss of blood, "You..you got away...twice!"
The cool calm nature man that was once Othello Craven was gone, the man was cracking since the day in the forest up in Canada. Tonight he seemed to have broke, "Judge stopped...he STOPPED LOOKING FOR YOU BECAUSE...AHH," a sharp pain cut him off as he held onto his stomach, "...fuck I'm..fu-"
"You are fucking dying pal, the certificate is stamped and sealed Othello. I cut you deep enough to punch a pocket of stomach acid its eating away your insides as we speak," Cory finally spoke as he put away his gun and knife, he then removed a black mesh bag from his back where he shuffled about before pulling out....Othello's mask..Othello whimpered at its site trying to stand up to grab it but he quickly sat back down with a howl of pain.
As Cory pressed on Othello slide the familiar totem back over his face, "It sucks don't it? That gut wrenching pain? It feels about like your longest friend gut punching you so he can run off with his sadistic brother don't it?"
"Fuck you! You're a fucking idiot Cory to the fullest...ehhh...extent, you had all this goddamn time to...ehh..ugh..fuck! To start over but you've just been hiding and bidding time for what?! To kill Judge?!" Othello barked with laughter until he choked on some blood, "He stopped looking and caring the moment you escaped in those woods..ugh -*he spits*-...you were a lost cause."
Cory remains quite. His one good eye looking Othello over with disgust, "Where is he?"
Othello raved with laughter mixed with excruciating pain, "Why? Are you going to get sweet...ugh ahhh...sweet revenge Cory? Goodluck....you'll find him where you met him...and when you do I hope he fucking guts you slowly...painfully."
"Thanks old friend," Cory pushed his hair back and turned to walk away letting Othello die in piece.
"If you seek the devil Cory...he will present himself...," Othello screamed. Cory could hear the man thrash a bit but then all he heard was the burning of the warehouse...Cory was going home....Cory was going back to New York....
....January 4th 2020....The Mason Jar New York, New York....
Cory hadn't been in New York for eight long year's, where his bar once stood was now replaced by some other sports bar called The Mason Jar. The only remaining piece of his former life as Korey Kill owner of the Killing Time saloon was the concrete slab with his name drawn in it, that was all physically that remained...but the ghosts...the ghosts all but remained there...Otis...Slick...Omar....
The memory of his high spiked mohawk made Cory cringe, but he smiled remembering that his first match in PCW was against High Tide....but it was fucking Andy D who beat him...Andy fucking D....Cory was about to return to Pure Class again after an off and on again spotty late career run bit before he could ever return to any semblance of a normal life Cory had to settle some business with his brother. It was the only way and here it was. The jar looked empty besides two trucks sitting off to the side lot. He pulled a small revolver from his pants waist line checking to make sure it was fully loaded and then he tucked it behind his back...
...inside...
Judge sat with three other's in the center of the bar playing cards, "If you boys keep playing like this Imma have my rent money a month in advanced!"
Judge taunted them as he began to deal another hand and that was when the door opened flooding the smokey bar with bright light, they all looked towards the door as a big lumbering figure came rushing in each of them tried to react except Judge but they were slow compared to Cory. POP! POP! POP! Two of the shots fire hit the men square in the forehead the third man was popped in the gut but another pop from the gun caught him in the neck, when he hit the ground the man thrashed about for a few seconds crawling away from the shooter....he died with an innocent whimper.
Judge didn't react but instead he dealt two hands, one for himself and one for Cory. Cory sat down across from his brother laying the gun down for Judge to see, "I never thought I'd see you so soon little brother! Before you do what you gotta care to play an all in hand? Ha you can even use their money they won't be needing it."
Cory didn't move to take the money or the cards, instead he sat and glared. Judge laughed, "Come on why the serious....eye...Cory?! You're winning already I just want to enjoy what time I have left, shit you half way started a few years back," Judge stood up enough to show the colostomy bag hanging from his side, "Thanks to Othello if he hadn't been on his game back in those woods I woulda been dead then but now I shit in this bag and run dialysis three times a week!"
"He is dead, so you won't be so lucky this time but," Cory swallowed hard and his teeth clenched tightly as if he was wrestling with a something inside. Judge shrugged tossing his cards down, "Well that sucks a lot he was a good....he was something....but? But what?"
Cory snapped a gray unforgiving eye at Judge, "But...I...need you...for one more thing and after it's done I'll settle with you then."
Judge rubbed his hand through his beard and his face was etched in confusion, "BULLSHIT! You need me? You want me to believe that? I put you through hell boy! I killed all your friends and your loved ones! Killed'em deader than Jesus on a cross and you NEED me?! What a fucking odd mother fucker you are!"
Cory chuckled and that turned into a fit of genuine laughter, a foreign smile plastered on his face. He shook his head, "It does sound odd don't it? Because trust me I struggled from Othello to here about how to deal with you, I need peace and while you live and breathe Judge I'm in a prison of goddamn hell! However...fuck....its true I need you."
"Well fuck me," Judge picked up his beer and chugged it down. He bleched, crushed the can before tossing it behind him and wiped beer foam from his mustache, "What are we robbing? Who are we killing? What job do you have that requires you not to kill me before it's complete? I am eager to hear this."
"I'm going back to Pure Class but before I can do that I need this fucking cop off my back, I have a huge opportunity to do something with myself but the two biggest hemroids still dangle from my ass and until I can deal with them I'll never find peace," Cory didn't break eye contact, "What?"
Judge snickered and scoffed, "You are going back to wrestling for Pure Class? Goddamn Cory that place left you behind! Why would they want some pathetic psychotic fuck like you? I mean...oh you are being serious? Holy shit. Okay well, fine what do you need me for? I can't wrestle anymore," he shakes his shit bag, "Not with this! I can possibly take care of the cop issue I got the pull as you know, shit the C's owe me one after I took care of their little problem..."
"Then I guess you better cash that favor in Judge," Cory snapped and Judge held his hands up in front waving Cory down, "Whoa, whoa okay big guy I can do that, but...but what are you going to do after that's handled? Am I working to just die? Dosen't sound like motivation honestly! You know?"
Cory laughed sarcastically, "Ok I can just kill you now and fucking handle it myself! Shit this offer is a lot more than you deserve but handling the cop isn't all I need you for, if and that's a big IF...if I can get through High Tide..."
"The pirate? Jesus," Judge rolled his eyes but Cory pressed on ignoring Judge, "I'll be given a shot for the North American championship and the guy who has that now," Judge interrupted again, "Dominator? Fuck," Cory grabbed the revolver, "Shut...the...fuck..up! Shut up! But yes Dominator, that's the big fuck to beat after and I...I have serious doubts considering my conditions..."
Judge now looked his brother over he saw the missing fingers, the eye patch, he knew he was partially deaf, one hand was all steel and pins, and the North American title wasn't the Underground. Cory was the definition of Underground, "Hmm and you need me for that?"
"I need the motivation of my hatred for you...for that...they can take the man out of the Underground but they can't take the Underground out of me and I've seen this guy destroy everything which means if I'm not ready...he will fucking destroy me too," Cory stood up from the table using the gun to tell Judge to stand up as well, "So? What will it be?"
Judge stood up one hand in the air and the other holding his colostomy bag, "Well I don't wanna die yet, I got so much to do of course before I'm ready...so...I'm in I just need to finish some things up here first."
"No. We go now or not at all," Cory barked back but Judge laughed, "We can't leave three dead men in the floor Cory! I gotta clean this up and look for someone to watch this place while I'm gone."
"I've got it covered brother, you were never curious about why I left to begin with? How Korey Kill had his great fall from grace? Let's walk in my shoes for a bit," Cory aimed the gun at Judge's knee and fired his last two rounds into the big man's leg blowing his knee all to hell, Judge screamed and hit the ground like a ton of bricks then just a few seconds later he passed out.....Cory returned his revolver to his jean waist and grabbed his brother by the ankles dragging him out....
...twenty mintues later...
Judge woke up to intense pain and he was sitting in the passenger seat of a Bronco, he was pale from blood loss but he was alive. He saw Cory walk out from his bar and towards the Bronco with a smile on his face, Judge looked past his brother towards the bar and saw....smoke...lots of smoke...
"No..no...no...no..no! Cory you son of bitch what are you doing?!" he screamed as Cory got in the car. Cory didn't answer but started the vehicle, "Everything I own is there you dumb fuck! So much money!"
Cory laughed and pulled away just as flames licked the wooden doors, "I know, what do you think I used to start that fire? Welcome back to square one Judge, welcome to the dirt fucking floor of life!"
....January 12th, 2020....Greenville, South Carolina...
Judge hadn't spoke to Cory since they arrived at Cory's apartment, he didn't even thank him for having his knee fixed....if the back alley doctor who done it in fact fixed it...but Cory had destroyed everything! It wasn't fai... no it was fair...Judge had done far far FAAAAR worse to Cory so...but it didn't matter Judge had left Cory alone after the Canada incident so why couldn't his little brother let bygones be bygones? Grudge holding son of a bitch!
As Judge sat in his own room in his new wheelchair he heard the door open and close, "It's just me and Marcus, care to join us Judge? Your period over?"
Judge grunted and rolled himself from his room and into the living room, Cory was holding a bird cage with a parrot, a box, and some paper. Marcus was carrying a ship in a bottle, "What is all this for?"
"Just a welcome back gift for an old friend," Cory replied as Judge came to a stop across from the two men, "Judge this is Marcus, he's my lawyer and the one who helped me find you, Marcus this is my brother Judge."
Marcus sat the ship down and extended his hand, "So you are the big bad wolf? Pleasure to meet you finally I've heard so much," when Judge didn't return the shake Marcus retracted his hand but he smiled nonetheless.
"Sorry I don't shake hands with lawyer's and it isn't a pleasure at all so fuck you," Judge replied with his own condescending smile before returning his attention to Cory, "What is all this bullshit? A welcome back gift?"
"Yes for High Tide, we go back waaaay back to my debut in Pure Class," Cory played with the small cage containing the parrot, "What's a triumphant return if it isn't against someone I first fought against? Or...beat the shit out of a time or two...High Tide and I go way back, I even blew up his pirate ship! Good pals."
Cory gathered everything they brought in and walked away headed towards his own bedroom slamming the door behind him. Judge and Marcus were left awkwardly alone but Marcus sat down at the small circle table his eyes never leaving Judge, "How does it feel to know that Cory granted you a second chance? I would have cut your head off and shoved it up your ass personally, had it been me, but to each their own."
Judge smirked, "Is that so? Well I'm lucky my little brother is a fucking waste of intelligence and not the law abiding piece of shit lawyer! It's funny what he probably told you about me, but what did he tell you about himself? Do you trust him? Please tell me you do."
Marcus shifted in his chair and crossed his legs smiling, "Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Jesse McCoy because I don't trust him...at all...he himself betrays everyone around him I know the long list of those who have and what happened to them, they all died trusting a monster. However I'm smart enough to have contingency plans if he ever gets brave enough to cross me, and he knows this. I haven't lived as long as I have to not be ready."
"Fuck me then a living walking genius," Judge laughed, "That just means when your time comes the taste will be fucking sweet...pure sweet."
The two remained silent for a while until Cory returned. When the big man returned he had changed a little his beard was shorter, and his long hair had been trimmed immensely! Cory looked younger than he had in years but being shirtless showed scars that riddled his entire upper body the most prominent was the large gash across his chest...the bear attack....it had faded very little compared to the other scars but the thickness of it was a sight to see. The stuff he had brought in was wrapped in black wrapping paper inside the box.
"I can't wait for Tide to get this! I want to Remind him who he is stepping into the ring again, I even got a few pieces of his boat I blew up a few years ago! That'll be just the memory jogger until I can beat the shit out of him," Cory was smiling as he sat the box down and then himself, "I gotta look towards the future though, he isn't the only one I've got to send a message to and beating High Tide isn't going to cut it."
"Dominator? Yeah he's a big mother fucker from what I've found," Judge added, "I'm still digging of course."
"Good because I'll be honest with you two, his eyes, they," Cory began but the other two simply nodded as they all three felt the same, "Are like ours? Monster's begat monster's fella's he isn't different from us, and he is just fucking bigger."
"But don't look so far in the flute Cory you still gotta beat High Tide brother! Shit when was the last time you stepped into the ring? Hell when was the last time he was in the ring? Maybe you should let him test those waters let us get our bearings before you step into the ring with that animal?" Judge offered but Cory laughed and shook his head, "Smooth Judge, trying to buy time? No I won't go easy on High Tide, fuck him and fuck his whole pirate code! I'm going to chew him up and spit him out, I got to set the tone of my return against him..."
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Cory was up quickly heading towards the fridge where he produced a pistol, he wasn't expecting any company and as far as he knew NO ONE knew where to find him or that he was even back. Looking through the peephole he saw a young man probably eighteen or nineteen on the other side looking back and forth down the hallway. Cory looked back at Judge and Marcus and whispered, "it's a kid...."
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Hey anyone home?! My...my name is Vincent...I'm looking for Cory Steel or...maybe Korey Kill rings a bell? We need to talk!" the boy yelled on the other side before knocking again.
Cory cracked the door a little, "Yeah what do you want with him? Vincent was it?"
The boy was built like a brick shit house, he had thick dark hair, and his eyes....Cory opened the door and Marcus joined him, "Yeah Vincent, look man I can't really explain it but....read this," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded wad of paper handing it to Cory, "It'll help I hope but I know you'll wanna talk to me..."
Cory unfolded the paper, his mouth fell open and his eyes screamed surprise...Marcus's did the same...
"Yeah I'm your kid man, Vincent Steel...can we talk?"
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