Post by Judge on Jul 3, 2015 11:36:56 GMT -5
SAD JUDGEMENT FOR THREE
"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man
They say murdered three.
Strange things have happened here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree."
Judge stood in the pouring rain for another thirty minutes watching the tree line that his only true friend had disappeared behind. Cory, better yet Jury, looked older then last time they had saw each other and whoever had him before done a number on him. Jury's voice was totally wrecked and Judge had to really concentrate to understand his friends words.
The only thing permanent about him was Corys cold dead gray eyes. The only words that echoed in his mind were, "Deal with your opponents swiftly."
He could do that. Judge was trained just for that, but things were different in the wrestling world in the real world he couldnt just KILL people.
"Jesse! Honey what are you doing?"
It was Amanda calling from the front porch, Judge turned to her and waved taking one more look at the woods. He jogged back to the house removing his soaked hat as he bounced up the steps, "Saw some deer playing."
She leaned into him reaching the tips of her toes and Judge had to bend down to meet her the rest of the way kissing her. "I'm working late tonight you got to watch the girls."
"Done dear," Judge replied with a toothy smile, "Victor is coming over so you know, club business we can handle here."
She nodded and pulled her hair back into a pony tail before heading to her car. Judge watched her as she drove away and ironically a bright purple bike comes pulling up. Victor kills the motor, removes his helmet, lights a smoke, and climbs off his bike.
"Morning Vic," Judge throws up a peace sign, "Got coffee if you want some."
Victor shrugs it off, "Not really, something came up, and it's about Cory."
"I saw him this morning beat up and bald lying in my front yard!", Judge blurted out clearly interested now. Victor freezes, "He came here? What did he want? What did he say?"
"He said something about the Saints," Judge answered, "Also said to take care of my opponents swiftly at 175."
Victor puffed his cigarette crossing his legs and stared out at the road in front of the house, "Yes do that, swiftly. Cory has a level head."
Judge shook his head, "No."
"No?", smoke bellowed from both of Victors nostrils, "Its what you do Judge."
"Yes for the Saints! This is no saints contract this is a business of real people," Judge was talking with his hands now as if painting Victor a picture, "Live in front of people! I will do this slowly and I will make a statement at 175. I have to earn respect here, the respect will get me closer to my real target. I still have a ways to go."
"True my boy," Victor smirked and rocked a foot, "Very true. Did Cory--."
"Jury," Judge interrupted, "He says his name is Jury now. I believe we have to keep it that way, Cory Steel was a wanted murderer and he is dead."
"Very well, did Jury say when he'd return to PCW?", Victor asked.
Judge now turned his gaze to the road, "No. He said he had unfinished business and things to plan for his return."
"Indeed. Either way when he makes his return the rumors are the tag team titles will be back," Victor snuffed his cig on the bottom of his shoe, "We need to lay claim to them. Quickly. That would be a gain worth having, worth keeping away from the Black Hand and the (un)stable."
"Noted. Focus we must on the current task at hand Vic," Judge said holding up three fingers, "Kemp, the Asian man, and that puffy haired blue menace Lunatic."
"Their new and so are you," Victor shrugged, "We have nothing to really go by other than other promotions they've been apart of."
"I really only care to punish Looney," Judge shrugged with a laugh, "Well all three honestly but more so that blue skinned freak! He's a smartass and been a pain in my ass since the day we met at the all you can eat table."
"Is this the one you wish to string his guts up for the fourth of July?"
"Wish? I am Vic," Judge rubbed his hands, "I may not kill anyone in PCW but I plan to make them wish for death. You know I was trained for the same thing."
Victor smiles and lights up a cig, "I know Judge."
Judge sits back on his chair, "Kemp has been quite so I don't feel as though I can feel him out. He'll be the wild card. The Detroit Lions of wild cards that is but still yet a wild card. His judgment lies with God not yet with me."
Judge removes his cap and rubs a hand through his hair, "Leaves the big guy from Japan. He sees me as a worthy opponent but I'll let the big guy down. Japan is so full of honor it'll leave their eyes Brown from all the backed up bullshit! He does know we're in America right? I for one am all about international corporation but when it comes down to this sport."
Judge pauses and strokes his beard, "I am to upset him! I aim to send his wounded pride and honorable ass right back to Japan. That's my judgment on that Victor."
Victor chuckles, "That's very honorable indeed sir."
"What'll feel better Vic," Judge says with a hint of horrible pride, "Is when I'm hurting them. Painfully and slowly."
THE RIDE OF CHANGE
When the message was sent out to the MC Judge and Victor assumed (to assume makes a ass of you and me) only a handful of them would show. Othello tried his best to get a head count but gave up after 1,500. There was more however, even more in the last hour. Judge took his position behind the microphone tapping it three times the sound it caused captured everyone's attention like a wave.
They turned to their sergeant in armes, "It feels good when one can call for a rally of support and this is what he gets!"
The wave cheered, whistled, slammed beer bottles together, and clapped. Judge smiled and continued, "Brotherhood is strong! Ours is the strongest! A man named Jury has called us forth for a war RIDE brothers against those at PCW who threaten not only out lives but EVERYONES! We're tired of being push mules brothers and today we start our ride to end that....a ride of change! Saints of Killers for life brothers! Lets go!"
It was another wave this time an engine cranked here and there until everything was drowned out by the sound of motorcycles! Judge climbed onto his pitch black bike and it to joined the sound of madness.
"TO GREENVILLE! TO PCW!"
"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man
They say murdered three.
Strange things have happened here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree."
Judge stood in the pouring rain for another thirty minutes watching the tree line that his only true friend had disappeared behind. Cory, better yet Jury, looked older then last time they had saw each other and whoever had him before done a number on him. Jury's voice was totally wrecked and Judge had to really concentrate to understand his friends words.
The only thing permanent about him was Corys cold dead gray eyes. The only words that echoed in his mind were, "Deal with your opponents swiftly."
He could do that. Judge was trained just for that, but things were different in the wrestling world in the real world he couldnt just KILL people.
"Jesse! Honey what are you doing?"
It was Amanda calling from the front porch, Judge turned to her and waved taking one more look at the woods. He jogged back to the house removing his soaked hat as he bounced up the steps, "Saw some deer playing."
She leaned into him reaching the tips of her toes and Judge had to bend down to meet her the rest of the way kissing her. "I'm working late tonight you got to watch the girls."
"Done dear," Judge replied with a toothy smile, "Victor is coming over so you know, club business we can handle here."
She nodded and pulled her hair back into a pony tail before heading to her car. Judge watched her as she drove away and ironically a bright purple bike comes pulling up. Victor kills the motor, removes his helmet, lights a smoke, and climbs off his bike.
"Morning Vic," Judge throws up a peace sign, "Got coffee if you want some."
Victor shrugs it off, "Not really, something came up, and it's about Cory."
"I saw him this morning beat up and bald lying in my front yard!", Judge blurted out clearly interested now. Victor freezes, "He came here? What did he want? What did he say?"
"He said something about the Saints," Judge answered, "Also said to take care of my opponents swiftly at 175."
Victor puffed his cigarette crossing his legs and stared out at the road in front of the house, "Yes do that, swiftly. Cory has a level head."
Judge shook his head, "No."
"No?", smoke bellowed from both of Victors nostrils, "Its what you do Judge."
"Yes for the Saints! This is no saints contract this is a business of real people," Judge was talking with his hands now as if painting Victor a picture, "Live in front of people! I will do this slowly and I will make a statement at 175. I have to earn respect here, the respect will get me closer to my real target. I still have a ways to go."
"True my boy," Victor smirked and rocked a foot, "Very true. Did Cory--."
"Jury," Judge interrupted, "He says his name is Jury now. I believe we have to keep it that way, Cory Steel was a wanted murderer and he is dead."
"Very well, did Jury say when he'd return to PCW?", Victor asked.
Judge now turned his gaze to the road, "No. He said he had unfinished business and things to plan for his return."
"Indeed. Either way when he makes his return the rumors are the tag team titles will be back," Victor snuffed his cig on the bottom of his shoe, "We need to lay claim to them. Quickly. That would be a gain worth having, worth keeping away from the Black Hand and the (un)stable."
"Noted. Focus we must on the current task at hand Vic," Judge said holding up three fingers, "Kemp, the Asian man, and that puffy haired blue menace Lunatic."
"Their new and so are you," Victor shrugged, "We have nothing to really go by other than other promotions they've been apart of."
"I really only care to punish Looney," Judge shrugged with a laugh, "Well all three honestly but more so that blue skinned freak! He's a smartass and been a pain in my ass since the day we met at the all you can eat table."
"Is this the one you wish to string his guts up for the fourth of July?"
"Wish? I am Vic," Judge rubbed his hands, "I may not kill anyone in PCW but I plan to make them wish for death. You know I was trained for the same thing."
Victor smiles and lights up a cig, "I know Judge."
Judge sits back on his chair, "Kemp has been quite so I don't feel as though I can feel him out. He'll be the wild card. The Detroit Lions of wild cards that is but still yet a wild card. His judgment lies with God not yet with me."
Judge removes his cap and rubs a hand through his hair, "Leaves the big guy from Japan. He sees me as a worthy opponent but I'll let the big guy down. Japan is so full of honor it'll leave their eyes Brown from all the backed up bullshit! He does know we're in America right? I for one am all about international corporation but when it comes down to this sport."
Judge pauses and strokes his beard, "I am to upset him! I aim to send his wounded pride and honorable ass right back to Japan. That's my judgment on that Victor."
Victor chuckles, "That's very honorable indeed sir."
"What'll feel better Vic," Judge says with a hint of horrible pride, "Is when I'm hurting them. Painfully and slowly."
THE RIDE OF CHANGE
When the message was sent out to the MC Judge and Victor assumed (to assume makes a ass of you and me) only a handful of them would show. Othello tried his best to get a head count but gave up after 1,500. There was more however, even more in the last hour. Judge took his position behind the microphone tapping it three times the sound it caused captured everyone's attention like a wave.
They turned to their sergeant in armes, "It feels good when one can call for a rally of support and this is what he gets!"
The wave cheered, whistled, slammed beer bottles together, and clapped. Judge smiled and continued, "Brotherhood is strong! Ours is the strongest! A man named Jury has called us forth for a war RIDE brothers against those at PCW who threaten not only out lives but EVERYONES! We're tired of being push mules brothers and today we start our ride to end that....a ride of change! Saints of Killers for life brothers! Lets go!"
It was another wave this time an engine cranked here and there until everything was drowned out by the sound of motorcycles! Judge climbed onto his pitch black bike and it to joined the sound of madness.
"TO GREENVILLE! TO PCW!"
