Post by Cory Steel on Jan 28, 2020 3:05:56 GMT -5
[/i]"Yeah I'm your kid man, Vincent Steel...can we talk?"
"I'm your kid man, Vincent Steel...can we talk?"
"...your kid man, Vincent Steel...can we talk?"
The kids words echoed in Cory's head, even as he read the letter from Penny explaining everything. They were high school sweet heart's two opposite of the tracks kinda teenagers who fell in love, Cory recalled her father screaming puppy love the first time they met...which was in the back of a cop car...he Dad had been chief of police, it hadn't went over well. She was his biggest supporter back then besides his sister, she tried to keep him out of trouble so he could focus on his dream. The mighty Wrestler.
The letter reminded Cory of the day he walked away from her, from New York just how he walked away from everything. She wrote about how she knew she was pregnant when Cory left and how several times before she tried to tell him but he had been mixed up with Slick to much. She never told him and Cory just faded into the void but his father knew....a spoke of rage....he hated his father and it was a slap in the face so he pushed on. The letter came with the test results and how she went about proving it...her father supplied the dna...they told them Cory had died before they could prove it...
Judge hadn't spoke the whole time but instead he just stared at the kid who was trying to ignore him. Everything was quiet for a while as Marcus studied the legal documents but Judge began to laugh a deep gut type of laugh which drew everyone's attention even the frustrated Cory, "Goddamn I'll say it...you gotta be his kid because yall both are ugly'n sin! Jesus! Haaahaaahhha"
...."FUCK YOU!"...
Cory and Vincet both said. Judge laughed harder. Cory grunted and finally sat the letter down before standing up to pace the living room floor, he was dizzy. What a shit time for this to land in his lap! How would he explain Judge? He had to focus on his return match! How would he fuck up this kids life?! The twins of Judge's were...he shivered recalling what happened to them as an outcome of finding their dead mother! That their Uncle Cory fucked Mommy! Daddy was dead! They had no one left because Cory Benjamin Steel was a parasite! The most simple conclusion, he found hosts to feed off of drain them or corner them....usually by something bad from HIS actions...
...someone said it a long time ago and those words whispered in his ear, 'Cory is a one trick pony...'
He wouldn't let his life fuck up Vincent's. He turned to the boy, "I'm not good with processing shit so don't expect me to know what to do right now, I didn't know."
"I know, I've known for like a year about you," Vincent replied, "Mom said you were down south when she first got sick and wanted me to make contact with you then," he shrugged. Cory noticed his thick New Yorker accent, his hair was dark like his mother's, ears like Cory's Cory's Dad's, and eyes like Cory's, "I couldn't leave her but I did show up when a bar you owned burned down...you weren't around...you were a ghost honestly."
"He's a fuck up too, do you know anything about him? I mean not what your momma remembered of that innocent Cory Steel but the gritty cold one?" Judge was direct with his questions but Cory felt Judge was thinking the same thing, this kid has got to go.
Vincent went silent rubbing his hands together when he finally shrugged, "She didn't tell me much but grandpa did, said you was a useless thug but I don't care man it is what it is! I got nowhere else to be," he pleaded, "I'm not going anywhere man, and I won't get in your way none youse guys will know I'm even here."
"Fuck," Cory growled and he picked up the package he brought from the bedroom handing it to Vincent, "If you're staying then make yourself useful kid, take this package to the post office and meet us here later we've got shit to handle. Can you do that?"
Vincent smiled and took the package, "Yeah I can do that! I'll be back."
Vincent took the package and left, Cory closed the door behind the kid leaning against the door for a few seconds.
"You gotta get that kid away from you Cory, if you care about him in any capacity you'll send him right back to your Daddy where he can't fall under the Cory curse," Judge chuckled, Cory just glared. He knew what he needed to do....he didn't need Judge to tell him this.
...during Trauma 264...
Vincent stood in the crowd with Marcus watching the match between Cory and High Tide, while Vincent looked calm and confused Marcus's face was etched with worry. It was clear that Cory was hurting when Marcus pulled a knee brace from his pocket handing it to Vincent, "Listen kid, your father and Uncle," Marcus seemed to be fighting his current decision for a few seconds but pressed on, "Want you gone, not in a mean or vindictive way let me say that first, mostly they want you gone because they aren't the greatest of folk to have as company but I see things differently ok? Tide is working your old man's knee and from the look of it it is working, he's hurting and as stubborn as your father is he will push himself past a limit that shouldn't be pushed....toss it but do it so the ref won't see...help him...go!"
Vincent nodded, he had questions but he knew what was needed at the time. He began to push through the crowd of the PCW faithful until he was right against the barriers waiting for the ref to turn his back that was when Cory hit Tide with the powerslam and Vincent let the knee brace go! Cory was a but confused when the object landed in the ring, he tried to scan for the source of help but some many people were there...he quickly slide the knee brace on...the pain echoed still in his knee but the support gave him back that standing base....
....after the match....
Cory lumbered into his locker room, he had just won an important match that he felt he didn't deserve. Who deserved a match against Dominator? It wouldn't matter who because what was done was done. Vincent and Marcus were waiting for him as well as a medical assistant. They helped him sit but he shoved them away, "I'm fine, I'm fine!"
The assistant removed the brace and lightly touched the swollen red knee, "Mr. Steel this isn't fine, I think you might have tore something we need to get this looked at as soon as possible."
Cory then shoved the medical assistant to the ground, "Listen pencil dick unless you wanna eat your own fucking teeth I suggest you go help someone who needs it!"
Marcus helped the young man up, "Go, please I'll take care of grumpy over here okay? Heed his advice because I can bail him out of jail but I can't replace your teeth."
The medic laughed and shook his head, "Fuck it, and fuck you Cory! I've heard about you and it seems everything is true...you're falling apart and wasting away...hope it all works out prick!"
Slamming the door behind him Cory grabbed the brace and put it back on his knee, "I don't know who tossed this but thank god, Tide almost ended my career before I even got started! Little son of a bitch."
"Thank the kid, he was ready," Marcus calmly replied as he leaned against the wall with arms folded. Cory found the kid staring at him from the corner of the room, "Thanks, seems you'll be useful afterall. Where is Judge?"
Marcus shrugged, "Said he had things to do, things to get ready since you just won yourself a one on one with the North American champion at Mass Destruction. Have you seen that guy? Dominator? You'll need to be a lot better for that than you were tonight! I know you know yourself better than us Cory, the limits of your own pain, but this guy will KILL you if you aren't 100 percent do you get that? Right now, you're..."
"In fucking shambles? I know what I am Marcus blind in one eye, deaf, fingerless, and walking the line between crippled or dead? I know. I fucking know but that won't change a god damn thing," Cory stood up on shakey legs smiling, "I'll die before anyone else in this company ever pins me or makes me submit, that is a guarantee. Are you guys going to have my back or not?"
Vincent perked up at this, "I'll be here you have my word, I'm not going anywhere no matter how much you or Judge want me gone."
Cory cut his attention towards Vincent after glaring at Marcus and looked the boy over before limping over to him. Cory placed a hand on the boys shoulder, "I'll take it then. Welcome to the team kid, you're the cub now."
....a week later....
Cory, Judge, and Marcus are sitting around in a garage listening to a podcast. Vincent is also there sweeping and covered in dirt, they were getting their use out of him for sure when Holden Ross speaks. Cory turns it up when Holden begins to give his two cents about the return of High Tide and Cory.
"“Neither of them have been around, active, in awhile. Now they are returning and get hot shotted to a number one contendership?! If you ask me, neither of these guys are qualified to carry my bags, let alone deserve an opportunity at that belt. That’s what happens though, Chris, when you’re an asshole.”[/color]
Cory is visibly pissed off at the comment but Judge laughs and it was a deep gut laugh, "What an asshole indeed! Are you getting upset with him Cory?"
"Fuck him and the horse he rides," Cory ends the podcast, "The fallen Underground champion! I would feel bad for him because he lost to Rick goddamn Majors but I feel sorry for him when I slap the shit stain of a mouth at Trauma, then he can carry MY bags!"
Vincent stops to listen. Marcus sits back in his chair adjusting his tie, "You'll have more to contend with than Holden, first Dominator will be there with Grimm," everyone except Vincent gave a collective sigh and what none of then saw was the ripple of goose flesh that covered their arms, "which means..."
"You better goddamn avoid the both of them if you expect to make it to Mass Destruction in one piece! If High Tide can target your knee to the point of almost crippling you then Grimm will 8 limb the shit out of you while Dominator breaks you in half."[/color]
Cory Steel was all to familiar with Grimm, he knew what the red headed bastard was capable of but Grimm knew the caliber of Cory Steel too. It was the only other face of the match Cory knew, "Yeah that is my plan and as unfortunate as it sounds I'm paired with Stormm, who I'm sure doesn't even know who I am much less gives a piss about me."
"Probably has already written you off to be honest," Judge chuckled. Cory shot him a look, "If he is smart he will, everyone knows that I'm the most untrustworthy person to grace the halls of Pure Class Wrestling. I've already got things in motion," Cory stands up and motions Vincent over, "I need you kid to do something for me, what I'm going to ask you is...well a suicide mission," he looks back at the confused duo watching, "I'll need you in my corner at Trauma," Vincent sits the broom off to the side and has a big smile on his face, "I'll do it! I don't care I'll do it."
"whoa...whoa...kid shut up, Cory what the hell are you playing?" Judge interrupted his voice was hinged with worry, "Vincent your an idiot to trust your old man so willy, he isn't going to protect you and he will betray you at the drop of a fucking hat!"
Before Cory could respond Vincent turned on Judge, "You don't know a fucking thing Judge! Why are you even here? What can you do? Aren't you half the reason Cory is the way he is? I know what you are and I don't TRUST YOU!"
Judge throws his hands up, "OKAY! Your funeral little shit and when its you...nevermind...nevermind...what's the plan Cory?"
Cory couldn't help but smile and Vincent turned back to his father, "Th..thanks...what I'm asking of you isn't without thought or need but IF...and I mean IF...I find myself having to square up with Dominator I'll need you to distract him, he has a weakness for that Mortimer fella that we can expose," Cory produces a pair of brass knuckles which he hands over to Vincent, "Do whatever needs to be done, fucking wreck the guy if you have to. Can you do that?"
Vincent slides the brass knuckles on and makes a fist, his eyes are wide and he is smirking. Cory could see and feel that his son wanted to prove himself, "I can and I will."
"Good, good I'm sure you can. My goal is to avoid any type of altercation with Dom until Mass Destruction and to keep myself from being destroyed by anyone else in that match," Cory patted Vincent on the shoulder, "What about the others?"
"Just focus on distracting Dominator for me and I'll handle the rest of the heathens," Cory reassured Vincent, "Especially that fuck wad Holden, I'll show him just how much of a bag handler I can be. Plus I missed Grimm, he packs a punch and I always like to return the favor so call it a reunion of just two good ol'brawlers!"
