Post by Cory Steel on Apr 8, 2015 14:36:25 GMT -5
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The van door slid open and a large masked man jumped inside slamming against the opposite wall. As the van began to drive off the masked man watched with a hidden smile as security guards tried chasing down the van, but with a finger and the tossing of the mask the van pulled away. The big man climbs into the passenger seat and it was none other than Judge wearing a big grin on his face, "I God damn love doing that!"
The Bear roars with laughter, "Good job brother! Do you think he got the message?"
Judge looks at him curiously, "Which one?"
This time they both burst out with laughter and share a high five. For the first time in a long time Cory felt a strong connection with someone, it was a strange violent relationship but a strong one either way.
"So man you going to get involved with this Icemann Invitational?"
The Bear grinned a savage smile and fished his phone out, "Got a text after my match."
He handed Judge the phone and he smiled too, "Nice, step one brother and if you give me some time I'll figure out a way to get our boy here to crack!"
REBUILDING AN EMPIRE
Myrtle Beach was beginning to feel the hustle bustle of spring and the spring breakers. For Cory Steel it meant money! The Killing Time saloon of Greenville may have burned down but with his finical backings and the money from The Saints of Killers he was able to quickly rent a much larger building to begin rebuilding. This time around however he was burying the Killing Time saloon name and going with The Saints Club. The club was in full swing with his now clean sister Running the bar from open to close, this gave The Bear time to handle much needed business.
In the back of the club Cory sat at the head of a long table, Judge was to his right, Victor to his left, Othello sat beside Judge, and then the rest of the table was full of unknown faces.
"Most of you don't know why were here today but it's simple I've been put in charge of masking a operation that will mask another operation, confused? So was I brothers, but worry not. Today we give birth to a 1%'er motorcycle gang that'll be like no other."
Cory felt right at home addressing his round table. He nodded to Othello and the bug masked monster stood up from the table leaving the room, "Today we become brothers. Today we become the Saints of Killers of the Myrtle Beach charter!"
Othello returned with a box and began to hand out blue Jean vests to each person at the table. On the patch was a hooded figure in front of the sun, he had both horns and a halo, at his feet were many coffins, and in his stretched hands he held a knife and a gun. The group of men pounded the table with their hands and stomped the ground with their boots, the Bear slid his vest on last and rubbed the King patch with glee. Judge wore the patch of Sargent in Arm's patch, Othello sported the Treasurer patch, and Victor's patch read Prince. Taylor entered the room bringing them ice cold beer which calmed them down a little but when Cory smacked the gavel down it was pure silence.
"We represent a organization that's been around far longer than even our oldest grandparent has been. As we speak two other charters one in the Midwest and one on the west coast are coming together as brothers like us. We have enemies and only together can we stop them! Least we not worry about that now, our concerns are what do we do?"
Victor spoke this time, "While the Saints of Killers handle much darker and bigger affairs, the mc's handle smaller ones that supply us with money. Our money will launder through the success of our night clubs and bars which as Cory stated are in the Midwest and west coast."
A member who was bald and covered in tattoos interrupted Victor, "What exactly are we going to be doing?"
Victor grinned and took a second to take a draw from his tobacco pipe, "Simple Howie, pot! The west coast will make weekly runs to the Midwest, Midwest will make a run from there to us, and we will run the entire east coast. Each charter will handle their respective coasts."
The Bear picked up his gavel, "Are we all in favor of this?"
It was unanimous with thunderous pounding on the table. Cory banged the gavel, "Awesome, everyone dismissed but get up with Victor for routes and each of your specific jobs. Judge if you'll hang back for a minute."
With one more pound of the gavel everyone rose and excited the room. "We've got the man power now and I have a semi thought out plan for the Black Hand," Cory said as he stood up and poured them both a shot of Jack.
"What's the game plan? I'm down for anything Bear," Judge asked giving his amber colored liquid a stir inside the glass.
"I've got to crack Michael get inside his head a little," Cory said downing his shot, "Make him make mistakes. When he makes mistakes Black Hand will make mistakes, with the Icemann Invitational at hand the Black Hand will want to secure Micheals spot and I want them too. I want them inside the bear trap Judge! I want to show them that their numbers mean nothing."
"Well let's ride brother, I've done some digging on Showtime and he's got a place up in Jersey."
A grin spread across Cory's face, "Maybe a little home visit is what your saying? Get two others to ride with us."
SAINTS PAY A VISIT TO DEAR OLD SHOWTIME
Cory, Judge, and Martinez sit on their bikes talking about random things when another bike comes pulling in front of them. It was fellow Saint biker Irish, "Place looks pretty empty Bear and it FUCKING stinks!"
Judge chuckled, "That's just the New Jersey air Irish!"
"Dammit I was hoping he'd be home," Cory grumbled through gritted teeth, "You sure?"
"Like by 100% sure King."
Cory sat in silence and thought, but the stinky Jersey smell only frustrated him and he fired his bike up kicking the kickstand up, "Fuck it let's make it known I want this mother fucker!"
The other bikes fired up and Judge gave an agreeing 'WOOING' as they fell in behind their King.
The camera comes on and the feed is dark for a few seconds as it adjusts. Cory nods to Judge and the big fellow with one well placed kick busts through the front door of Showtimes home. The Bear enters first yelling, "Mikey daddy Bear is HOOOOOMMEE!"
As he goes on in he begins to knock things over, Judge carelessly begins to knock holes into the wall, and Irish unzips his pants to piss into the shoes left by the front door.
"You see Michael how easy it is to find someone these days? Also seems pretty easy to break into homes too. I have a hard grudge against you Mikey because at one time Sadistic and Grimm believed in me! Brought me into the fold of the Hand, not as a member mind you, but still a trusted ally but all of that was tainted by YOU!"
AS Cory talked and destroyed things at his own pace, the others just kept destroying things such as busting out the windows, Irish was going through the fridge taking bites off of food before tossing it over his shoulder, and Judge with a can of spray paint was tagging pictures with large X's and 'SoK'. With Irishs help Cory and him flip over the fridge. Judge enters the kitchen jerking cabinets open and tossing plates over his shoulder busting them against the wall.
"I still to this day wonder what makes you better then me Mikey?! Nothing you limp dick and if you think I'm afraid of you or your little friends, Well goddammit it's only air and opportunity that stand between us! Marking Stormm was foolish because I'm the danger Mikey, I'm the Bear and I am going to maul your ass from here to kingdom come brother!"
They make it from room to room totally destroying everything in their path, "It really pains me Mikey you or that old girl weren't home tonight because I'd have had plenty of fun with the both of yous!"
He picks up a picture of Showtime and Perfection grinning, "This her? Keep her close fool because I have no lines I won't FUCKING cross to hurt ANYONE IN MY PATH! Win or lose makes no shit to me Mikey, but making sure you always watch over your shoulder That's my goal. Also I'm pretty sure you and those goons are going to fall right where I want you."
The Bear looks at the picture again and rips it in half sticking the half with Showtimes girl into his pocket the half with Showtime he tosses. Before leaving he turns and on the busted door he takes the spray paint and writes...
'S.O.K'
Cory leans against the splintered door frame, "You all speak about me riding the coat tail of the Black Hand but if memory serves me right I win on my own. I lose on my own. I won the Underground championship on MY FUCKING OWN AND WHERE WAS THE BLACK HAND?! WHERE were my So called brothers while I was doing things on my own? Sure as Fuck wasn't helping or allowing me to ride said coat tails! I need no help from anyone if I can't get it on my own So be it! Times almost up Mikey and I just came into your backyard calling you out mother fucker, what are you going to do?"
As Cory exits Judge stops and drops his pants making a face and a grunting straining noise he pinches a loaf right there on the door step. Everyone cracks up and pat's Judge on the back.
Cory looks back into the camera, "Fuck you Mikey right up your stupid ass! I'll see you in that ring and I'm going to Fuck you up!"
The feed stops, "Get that to the Black Hand anyway possible post stat my friend! How would the rest of you feel about getting fucking wasted?"
It was a loud unanimous cheer of agreement as the bikers mounted their bikes and took off.
The van door slid open and a large masked man jumped inside slamming against the opposite wall. As the van began to drive off the masked man watched with a hidden smile as security guards tried chasing down the van, but with a finger and the tossing of the mask the van pulled away. The big man climbs into the passenger seat and it was none other than Judge wearing a big grin on his face, "I God damn love doing that!"
The Bear roars with laughter, "Good job brother! Do you think he got the message?"
Judge looks at him curiously, "Which one?"
This time they both burst out with laughter and share a high five. For the first time in a long time Cory felt a strong connection with someone, it was a strange violent relationship but a strong one either way.
"So man you going to get involved with this Icemann Invitational?"
The Bear grinned a savage smile and fished his phone out, "Got a text after my match."
He handed Judge the phone and he smiled too, "Nice, step one brother and if you give me some time I'll figure out a way to get our boy here to crack!"
REBUILDING AN EMPIRE
Myrtle Beach was beginning to feel the hustle bustle of spring and the spring breakers. For Cory Steel it meant money! The Killing Time saloon of Greenville may have burned down but with his finical backings and the money from The Saints of Killers he was able to quickly rent a much larger building to begin rebuilding. This time around however he was burying the Killing Time saloon name and going with The Saints Club. The club was in full swing with his now clean sister Running the bar from open to close, this gave The Bear time to handle much needed business.
In the back of the club Cory sat at the head of a long table, Judge was to his right, Victor to his left, Othello sat beside Judge, and then the rest of the table was full of unknown faces.
"Most of you don't know why were here today but it's simple I've been put in charge of masking a operation that will mask another operation, confused? So was I brothers, but worry not. Today we give birth to a 1%'er motorcycle gang that'll be like no other."
Cory felt right at home addressing his round table. He nodded to Othello and the bug masked monster stood up from the table leaving the room, "Today we become brothers. Today we become the Saints of Killers of the Myrtle Beach charter!"
Othello returned with a box and began to hand out blue Jean vests to each person at the table. On the patch was a hooded figure in front of the sun, he had both horns and a halo, at his feet were many coffins, and in his stretched hands he held a knife and a gun. The group of men pounded the table with their hands and stomped the ground with their boots, the Bear slid his vest on last and rubbed the King patch with glee. Judge wore the patch of Sargent in Arm's patch, Othello sported the Treasurer patch, and Victor's patch read Prince. Taylor entered the room bringing them ice cold beer which calmed them down a little but when Cory smacked the gavel down it was pure silence.
"We represent a organization that's been around far longer than even our oldest grandparent has been. As we speak two other charters one in the Midwest and one on the west coast are coming together as brothers like us. We have enemies and only together can we stop them! Least we not worry about that now, our concerns are what do we do?"
Victor spoke this time, "While the Saints of Killers handle much darker and bigger affairs, the mc's handle smaller ones that supply us with money. Our money will launder through the success of our night clubs and bars which as Cory stated are in the Midwest and west coast."
A member who was bald and covered in tattoos interrupted Victor, "What exactly are we going to be doing?"
Victor grinned and took a second to take a draw from his tobacco pipe, "Simple Howie, pot! The west coast will make weekly runs to the Midwest, Midwest will make a run from there to us, and we will run the entire east coast. Each charter will handle their respective coasts."
The Bear picked up his gavel, "Are we all in favor of this?"
It was unanimous with thunderous pounding on the table. Cory banged the gavel, "Awesome, everyone dismissed but get up with Victor for routes and each of your specific jobs. Judge if you'll hang back for a minute."
With one more pound of the gavel everyone rose and excited the room. "We've got the man power now and I have a semi thought out plan for the Black Hand," Cory said as he stood up and poured them both a shot of Jack.
"What's the game plan? I'm down for anything Bear," Judge asked giving his amber colored liquid a stir inside the glass.
"I've got to crack Michael get inside his head a little," Cory said downing his shot, "Make him make mistakes. When he makes mistakes Black Hand will make mistakes, with the Icemann Invitational at hand the Black Hand will want to secure Micheals spot and I want them too. I want them inside the bear trap Judge! I want to show them that their numbers mean nothing."
"Well let's ride brother, I've done some digging on Showtime and he's got a place up in Jersey."
A grin spread across Cory's face, "Maybe a little home visit is what your saying? Get two others to ride with us."
SAINTS PAY A VISIT TO DEAR OLD SHOWTIME
Cory, Judge, and Martinez sit on their bikes talking about random things when another bike comes pulling in front of them. It was fellow Saint biker Irish, "Place looks pretty empty Bear and it FUCKING stinks!"
Judge chuckled, "That's just the New Jersey air Irish!"
"Dammit I was hoping he'd be home," Cory grumbled through gritted teeth, "You sure?"
"Like by 100% sure King."
Cory sat in silence and thought, but the stinky Jersey smell only frustrated him and he fired his bike up kicking the kickstand up, "Fuck it let's make it known I want this mother fucker!"
The other bikes fired up and Judge gave an agreeing 'WOOING' as they fell in behind their King.
The camera comes on and the feed is dark for a few seconds as it adjusts. Cory nods to Judge and the big fellow with one well placed kick busts through the front door of Showtimes home. The Bear enters first yelling, "Mikey daddy Bear is HOOOOOMMEE!"
As he goes on in he begins to knock things over, Judge carelessly begins to knock holes into the wall, and Irish unzips his pants to piss into the shoes left by the front door.
"You see Michael how easy it is to find someone these days? Also seems pretty easy to break into homes too. I have a hard grudge against you Mikey because at one time Sadistic and Grimm believed in me! Brought me into the fold of the Hand, not as a member mind you, but still a trusted ally but all of that was tainted by YOU!"
AS Cory talked and destroyed things at his own pace, the others just kept destroying things such as busting out the windows, Irish was going through the fridge taking bites off of food before tossing it over his shoulder, and Judge with a can of spray paint was tagging pictures with large X's and 'SoK'. With Irishs help Cory and him flip over the fridge. Judge enters the kitchen jerking cabinets open and tossing plates over his shoulder busting them against the wall.
"I still to this day wonder what makes you better then me Mikey?! Nothing you limp dick and if you think I'm afraid of you or your little friends, Well goddammit it's only air and opportunity that stand between us! Marking Stormm was foolish because I'm the danger Mikey, I'm the Bear and I am going to maul your ass from here to kingdom come brother!"
They make it from room to room totally destroying everything in their path, "It really pains me Mikey you or that old girl weren't home tonight because I'd have had plenty of fun with the both of yous!"
He picks up a picture of Showtime and Perfection grinning, "This her? Keep her close fool because I have no lines I won't FUCKING cross to hurt ANYONE IN MY PATH! Win or lose makes no shit to me Mikey, but making sure you always watch over your shoulder That's my goal. Also I'm pretty sure you and those goons are going to fall right where I want you."
The Bear looks at the picture again and rips it in half sticking the half with Showtimes girl into his pocket the half with Showtime he tosses. Before leaving he turns and on the busted door he takes the spray paint and writes...
'S.O.K'
Cory leans against the splintered door frame, "You all speak about me riding the coat tail of the Black Hand but if memory serves me right I win on my own. I lose on my own. I won the Underground championship on MY FUCKING OWN AND WHERE WAS THE BLACK HAND?! WHERE were my So called brothers while I was doing things on my own? Sure as Fuck wasn't helping or allowing me to ride said coat tails! I need no help from anyone if I can't get it on my own So be it! Times almost up Mikey and I just came into your backyard calling you out mother fucker, what are you going to do?"
As Cory exits Judge stops and drops his pants making a face and a grunting straining noise he pinches a loaf right there on the door step. Everyone cracks up and pat's Judge on the back.
Cory looks back into the camera, "Fuck you Mikey right up your stupid ass! I'll see you in that ring and I'm going to Fuck you up!"
The feed stops, "Get that to the Black Hand anyway possible post stat my friend! How would the rest of you feel about getting fucking wasted?"
It was a loud unanimous cheer of agreement as the bikers mounted their bikes and took off.
