Post by Judge on Aug 19, 2015 11:38:30 GMT -5
CLOWNS TO THE LEFT OF ME
Right after the Return to Glory match involving High Tide and Bubba, Judge found himself in the medical bay a flashlight in his eye. "You have a mild concussion Mister McCoy," said the doctor as he jotted some things down, "Take it easy and by Trauma you should be ready for action."
Judge nodded and waved the doctor away so Victor could enter the room. The older man was carrying a case of beer in which he reached into the box and pulled one out giving it to Judge, "This should help too. Congratulations you are half of the Underground King!"
Judge cracked the tab on the beer taking a deep drink he belched and wiped his mouth of foam, "How is being half of anything fucking good? How does that warrant a congratulations?"
"Better than being a non-champion like Tide?" Victor countered with a hearty laugh, "It has already been taken care of, next Trauma you'll get to compete for the other half so it works out!"
"Well that's good, where is Jury?" Judge asked with another drink of beer. Victor shrugged, "After the match he left and said he had things in Kentucky to deal with that'd he'd see you by Truama 177. He's a mystery!"
Judge rubbed his chin where the knockout blow had landed, "For Bubba to be a back woods piece of shit he sure as fuck surprised me out there! Goddamned if he will be underestimated again."
"It is usually the ones we underestimate that give us the biggest shocks of our lifes," Victor crushes his can then pulls out his pipe and tobacco, "You both have brought back some interest in the Underground. I honestly felt it was getting boring after Cory lost the belt but tonight was great! Next time just make it greater."
Judge holds up a hand and gives a smile, "That I can do, I'm surrounded by fucking clowns in this divison Vic! Fucking clowns who wouldn't know brutality if it killed them."
The doors open again this time it's Judge's wife and his twin daughters. He jumped off the table and embraced js children in a big hug, "Daddy are you okay?" they both asked. Judge laughed, "Yes babies daddy is just peachy."
Judge stands up to kiss his wife but Amanda only presents her cheek, "What's wrong baby?" He asked. She gave a weak grin but finally returned his kiss, "I'm fine, are you? They said mild concussion."
"That's all baby. You should see the other guy," he gave a hearty laugh even though he honestly didn't know Bubbas condition, "Look why don't you and the kids head home, I'll ride with Victor. Got some club business to take care of and I'll be home asap."
They departed and an hour later Judge was released. As Victor and Judge walk down across the parking lot something in the shadows clears its throat, Victors hands go straight for his pistol, but Judge stops him.
"Whose there?" Judge asks taking a step towards the figure not slightly outlined in the darkness. They can't see the person but they are smoking, "Just a old friend of Corys, or Jury? Think it's Jury now. I had hoped he'd be with y'all but I see he's off doing his own shit as always. Don't let him get you caught up, I did and he fucking ruined me."
The man sounded bitter and he tossed his cigarette away, "Vic good to see you too. You look older like you may check out any day now either by God or forced."
Victor starts towards the figure, "Is that a threat punk?" But the cocking of a gun hammer stops him followed by the man's laughter. He had a certain southern draw in his words as well as his laughter, "Fuck you Vic! I got plans goddammit so chill. Tell Jury that somebody he thought dead is looking for him, he's got until next Truama to give me a call. I got your numbers so I'll text you mine."
The mans walking echoes throughout the entire empty parking lot as he walks towards a red metro geo. The door slams, high beams blind Judge and Victor, and a few seconds later the car drives past. The windows were tinted and no matter how hard Judge strained he couldn't see through. They just stand and watch the car drive away.
JOKERS TO THE RIGHT
couple hours before bed...
The family was outside enjoying the beautiful sun set, summer was almost over and Judge wanted to spend as much time with the girls outside. The twins played in the yard a pretend game of Qudditch, Judge watered the flowers, and Amanda read a book on the porch.
"Baby, you know most of what we do is fake and sure tempers get carried away but I promise that I won't get hurt," since Return to Glory Amanda had been afraid for him to go back for the Underground division, "Do you see what I work with? A crap load of pansies! The Underground is like a box full of timid pillow fighting kittens, that is about as hard as it gets. I swear it won't get as violent as you think. For example Gem held the belt, nothing other than how long she held it comes to mind zero danger. Then Cory, he wanted violence but most of his opponents were sissies and it went no further than a broken nose. Then High Tide, enough said."
One of the girls scream making both Judge and Amanda jump! They took off towards the girls where they find Gracie holding her foot and Bailey holding her nose, "What's wrong?" Judge asks in alarm.
Bailey through a pinched nose points with her other hand at Gracies foot, "Sissy stepped in poop! Stinks!"
Graice begins to cry, "Imma stink forever!"
Amanda picks Gracie up, "No baby well just go have bath time. No problem don't cry," Amanda nods her head toward the house across the street, "Mr. Kellers dog keeps crapping in the yard! I cleaned up four piles of the most unholiest smelling crap yesterday and almost every day."
Judge stares across the street at Mr. Keller who is sitting on his porch drinking a beer. In Judge's mind a old familiar feeling breaks to the surface. He waves and smiles, "I'll take care of it as soon as possible baby."
later that night 3am...
The dream had been the same for a couple days now. Judge woke up in the middle of a wheat field, covered in blood and, naked. He was confused and shaking. The sky was bright blue, like the only blue one could get in a dream, and surrounding the field was forest. For a while it was just quietness until the sounds of screams filled the air. Then the bodies rise up from the tall wheat.
They wore faces he recognized Cory, Victor, Amanda, The Black Hand, The (un)Stable, High Tide, and so on. They were all zombies and they all lumbered toward him with stretched arms covered in mold. They snapped with black rotting teeth, moaned mindlessly, and just kept walking. Judge now sees before him his twins tied to a post alive and crying scared out of their wits!
This was different amd Judge tried running to them but the burden of running in dreams was hard. He got no closer. The rain began to fall and lightning whipped white streaks before him, "Save us Daddy!", the twins cried.
"I can't move! Daddy is trying!"
He was too, but he wasn't moving an inch. Behind them the earth split and a shadow monster erupts from the crack. He was big all the way to the now graying sky and he wore a cowboy hat the only thing visible.
"To obtain the Underground Judge you must first be cleansed in the blood!"
Everything in an instant goes back to normal. No zombies. No storm. No giant cowboy wearing monster. Just Judge and his terrified girls...then came the flood of blood pouring through the trees!
Judge shot up in the bed coughing and hacking, like he was drowning. He gets up from the bed whipping his sweat drenched hair back Amanda's voice fills the darkness, "You ok baby?"
He stops at the door, "Getting some water honey, feel dry in my head."
Judge walks down the steps of his families two story house, takes a left at the bottom of the steps, and goes straight to the fridge grabbing a glass on the way. Judge fills the glass at the fridge when a idea strikes him, so from there he goes to his study and in a desk drawer finds a camera. It takes about an hour to set up the camera and hack into the PCW website to feed his feed to the site. With the red light on swallow of cold water Judge smiles into the recording light.
"I don't know if that back woods limp dicked fuck Bubba has internet access but I'm sure one of the big mouths from PCW will get this message to him. First and foremost fuck you!
Bubba you told me we were going to settle this at Return to Glory, but we couldn't just put one another away and have landed us into another match to duke it out for a CLEAR Underground champ. I don't care really but you should because I am going to beat your FUCKING ASS! No joke I am going to stomp your back woods ass until you're just the DNA left behind that should have been unloaded on your mothers face.
I promised my wife that the Underground division was just a place to place the sissies, but I aim to be a dropped dead liar come Truama 177 where by God I plan to finish this once and for all.
I could never understand why Cory enjoyed this division so much but hurting people is pretty fun! See you confuse me Bubba, guess that's why I think you're a dumbshit, you said before Return to Glory that I should have stayed away? That I got balls for coming back? Where did I go?! I never left, I'm as green as the next guy Bubba and you marked my official like...what number is it? 3rd or 4th professional wrestling match! I'm a fucking rookie and all that big bad talk couldn't put me away!
Physical condition? I am at the peak of physical condition and I showed you this at Return to Glory. Mental condition? All is clear and steady in my mind when it comes to being in the ring, all that bullshit you were doing I was doing when I was 10! Six foot seven and 301 pounds is all yours big boy at 177 so you best do some more conditioning ten fold by then because it'll be just you and I! I'm a walking monster and all that high flying crap isn't no good when I get a hold of you choking the very breath from you."
Judge looks off as another thought enters his mind but he shakes it off by drinking some more water. He returns his attention back to the camera putting a hand in the air, "As far as spiritual conditioning the holy spirit is talking to me now brother and he is asking that I pray for you! Pray for yourself that I don't make an early appointment for you to meet your maker before you live a somewhat productive life. In the Lord's name, aman."
Judge reaches forward and ends the recording. He refreshes the main page and there is his video for all the fans! For all those in PCW! Mainly for his enemy, Bubba. Now with that taken care of Judge puts his shoes on, goes through the back door grabbing a trash bag, and walks across the street. Mr. Kellers house is dark except for the light in his study where he was at the current moment watching dirty things on the web.
Judge walks right to the front door and knocks several times before Keller yells to give him a minute. After a few more minutes the door opens and Keller gives a creepy smile looking around, "Hi Mr. McCoy what can I do for you at this late hour?"
Judge holds the bag he got from the house and the smell hits Keller so har he has to step back, "Yes you can help me Keller, this bag is full of your dogs shit! Weeks of shit!"
The thing that snapped earlier in the day finally surfaces and Judge punches Keller in the face! The older man stumbles backwards falling over a table. His dog, Duke, begins to bark but never comes. Keller tries to crawl away as Judge slams the door he stands over Keller putting the bag full of dog crap over the mans head.
With incredible strength Judge jerks the man to his feet and then off his feet as he smothers the man with the dog crap filled bag. "My daughter stepped into this shit today! Keep the shit in your own lawn you old prick!"
Keller screams and fights as he suffocates slowly. Using the wall Keller kicks off it pushing Judge into a radio that turns on and up. The voice that fills the house is smooth very hippy voice just like he'd smoked a big fatty, "This tune is from 1973 by one hit wonders Steelers Wheel. Toke up and enjoy folks."
The song replaces the struggling gasps from Keller as they crash through the living room! Judge trips over the coffee table but as he falls he positions himself to land on top of Keller. It knocks the wind out of both of them.
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight
I got the feeling that something ain't right
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down those stairs
Judge rolls off Keller and on his knees catching his breath. Keller who now has the shit bag off his face struggles to catch his breath but Judge is up first picking Keller up by his shirt collar tossing him through a set of double doors into the kitchen. Music and breaking glass echo through the house.
Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
Judge follows a smile on his face as he scans the desktop, "Kiddie porn you sick fuck! I may be doing the block a favor killing you tonight, shit free yards and protected children!"
Keller who now has a knife lunges at Judge but his skills are greater than Kellers as he side steps, grabs the wrist, a hard flick it snaps a scream almost escapes Keller but Judge covers his mouth, and drives Keller hard into the kitchen floor. A few slams of the broken wrist to the floor Keller drops the knife, "Please...please don't kill me."
Judge barks with laughter.
Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, and I'm all over the place
Judge wraps his hands around Kellers throat and begins to choke him. Shit squinches through his fingers. Keller squirms and suddenly a ball of fur tackles Judge biting into his shoulder! Judge grunts in frustration but he gets a grip on the knife driving it into the dogs side breaking a rib and separating two others. The tip punctures the heart and the dog goes limp. Judge tosses the dog across the room crashing into a glass shelf. Keller again tries to crawl away but Judge just stands over him the knife in hand and slits Kellers throat! The man kicks for a few then goes limp.
Judge takes his time cleaning up the blood and shit on his hands. He goes into Kellers garage finding two full cans of gas which he takes inside and begins to pour it throughout the house.
Taking a final look Judge flicks a match into the gas. The flame catches the gas quickly spreading everywhere there was gas, soon the house is a blaze under the night sky. Judge stands on his porch phone in hand, "Yes I'd like to report a fire at 473 Washington street. I woke up smelling smoke and looking outside Mr. Kellers house is on fire send help fast because I don't see Mr. Keller!"
Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
Right after the Return to Glory match involving High Tide and Bubba, Judge found himself in the medical bay a flashlight in his eye. "You have a mild concussion Mister McCoy," said the doctor as he jotted some things down, "Take it easy and by Trauma you should be ready for action."
Judge nodded and waved the doctor away so Victor could enter the room. The older man was carrying a case of beer in which he reached into the box and pulled one out giving it to Judge, "This should help too. Congratulations you are half of the Underground King!"
Judge cracked the tab on the beer taking a deep drink he belched and wiped his mouth of foam, "How is being half of anything fucking good? How does that warrant a congratulations?"
"Better than being a non-champion like Tide?" Victor countered with a hearty laugh, "It has already been taken care of, next Trauma you'll get to compete for the other half so it works out!"
"Well that's good, where is Jury?" Judge asked with another drink of beer. Victor shrugged, "After the match he left and said he had things in Kentucky to deal with that'd he'd see you by Truama 177. He's a mystery!"
Judge rubbed his chin where the knockout blow had landed, "For Bubba to be a back woods piece of shit he sure as fuck surprised me out there! Goddamned if he will be underestimated again."
"It is usually the ones we underestimate that give us the biggest shocks of our lifes," Victor crushes his can then pulls out his pipe and tobacco, "You both have brought back some interest in the Underground. I honestly felt it was getting boring after Cory lost the belt but tonight was great! Next time just make it greater."
Judge holds up a hand and gives a smile, "That I can do, I'm surrounded by fucking clowns in this divison Vic! Fucking clowns who wouldn't know brutality if it killed them."
The doors open again this time it's Judge's wife and his twin daughters. He jumped off the table and embraced js children in a big hug, "Daddy are you okay?" they both asked. Judge laughed, "Yes babies daddy is just peachy."
Judge stands up to kiss his wife but Amanda only presents her cheek, "What's wrong baby?" He asked. She gave a weak grin but finally returned his kiss, "I'm fine, are you? They said mild concussion."
"That's all baby. You should see the other guy," he gave a hearty laugh even though he honestly didn't know Bubbas condition, "Look why don't you and the kids head home, I'll ride with Victor. Got some club business to take care of and I'll be home asap."
They departed and an hour later Judge was released. As Victor and Judge walk down across the parking lot something in the shadows clears its throat, Victors hands go straight for his pistol, but Judge stops him.
"Whose there?" Judge asks taking a step towards the figure not slightly outlined in the darkness. They can't see the person but they are smoking, "Just a old friend of Corys, or Jury? Think it's Jury now. I had hoped he'd be with y'all but I see he's off doing his own shit as always. Don't let him get you caught up, I did and he fucking ruined me."
The man sounded bitter and he tossed his cigarette away, "Vic good to see you too. You look older like you may check out any day now either by God or forced."
Victor starts towards the figure, "Is that a threat punk?" But the cocking of a gun hammer stops him followed by the man's laughter. He had a certain southern draw in his words as well as his laughter, "Fuck you Vic! I got plans goddammit so chill. Tell Jury that somebody he thought dead is looking for him, he's got until next Truama to give me a call. I got your numbers so I'll text you mine."
The mans walking echoes throughout the entire empty parking lot as he walks towards a red metro geo. The door slams, high beams blind Judge and Victor, and a few seconds later the car drives past. The windows were tinted and no matter how hard Judge strained he couldn't see through. They just stand and watch the car drive away.
JOKERS TO THE RIGHT
couple hours before bed...
The family was outside enjoying the beautiful sun set, summer was almost over and Judge wanted to spend as much time with the girls outside. The twins played in the yard a pretend game of Qudditch, Judge watered the flowers, and Amanda read a book on the porch.
"Baby, you know most of what we do is fake and sure tempers get carried away but I promise that I won't get hurt," since Return to Glory Amanda had been afraid for him to go back for the Underground division, "Do you see what I work with? A crap load of pansies! The Underground is like a box full of timid pillow fighting kittens, that is about as hard as it gets. I swear it won't get as violent as you think. For example Gem held the belt, nothing other than how long she held it comes to mind zero danger. Then Cory, he wanted violence but most of his opponents were sissies and it went no further than a broken nose. Then High Tide, enough said."
One of the girls scream making both Judge and Amanda jump! They took off towards the girls where they find Gracie holding her foot and Bailey holding her nose, "What's wrong?" Judge asks in alarm.
Bailey through a pinched nose points with her other hand at Gracies foot, "Sissy stepped in poop! Stinks!"
Graice begins to cry, "Imma stink forever!"
Amanda picks Gracie up, "No baby well just go have bath time. No problem don't cry," Amanda nods her head toward the house across the street, "Mr. Kellers dog keeps crapping in the yard! I cleaned up four piles of the most unholiest smelling crap yesterday and almost every day."
Judge stares across the street at Mr. Keller who is sitting on his porch drinking a beer. In Judge's mind a old familiar feeling breaks to the surface. He waves and smiles, "I'll take care of it as soon as possible baby."
later that night 3am...
The dream had been the same for a couple days now. Judge woke up in the middle of a wheat field, covered in blood and, naked. He was confused and shaking. The sky was bright blue, like the only blue one could get in a dream, and surrounding the field was forest. For a while it was just quietness until the sounds of screams filled the air. Then the bodies rise up from the tall wheat.
They wore faces he recognized Cory, Victor, Amanda, The Black Hand, The (un)Stable, High Tide, and so on. They were all zombies and they all lumbered toward him with stretched arms covered in mold. They snapped with black rotting teeth, moaned mindlessly, and just kept walking. Judge now sees before him his twins tied to a post alive and crying scared out of their wits!
This was different amd Judge tried running to them but the burden of running in dreams was hard. He got no closer. The rain began to fall and lightning whipped white streaks before him, "Save us Daddy!", the twins cried.
"I can't move! Daddy is trying!"
He was too, but he wasn't moving an inch. Behind them the earth split and a shadow monster erupts from the crack. He was big all the way to the now graying sky and he wore a cowboy hat the only thing visible.
"To obtain the Underground Judge you must first be cleansed in the blood!"
Everything in an instant goes back to normal. No zombies. No storm. No giant cowboy wearing monster. Just Judge and his terrified girls...then came the flood of blood pouring through the trees!
Judge shot up in the bed coughing and hacking, like he was drowning. He gets up from the bed whipping his sweat drenched hair back Amanda's voice fills the darkness, "You ok baby?"
He stops at the door, "Getting some water honey, feel dry in my head."
Judge walks down the steps of his families two story house, takes a left at the bottom of the steps, and goes straight to the fridge grabbing a glass on the way. Judge fills the glass at the fridge when a idea strikes him, so from there he goes to his study and in a desk drawer finds a camera. It takes about an hour to set up the camera and hack into the PCW website to feed his feed to the site. With the red light on swallow of cold water Judge smiles into the recording light.
"I don't know if that back woods limp dicked fuck Bubba has internet access but I'm sure one of the big mouths from PCW will get this message to him. First and foremost fuck you!
Bubba you told me we were going to settle this at Return to Glory, but we couldn't just put one another away and have landed us into another match to duke it out for a CLEAR Underground champ. I don't care really but you should because I am going to beat your FUCKING ASS! No joke I am going to stomp your back woods ass until you're just the DNA left behind that should have been unloaded on your mothers face.
I promised my wife that the Underground division was just a place to place the sissies, but I aim to be a dropped dead liar come Truama 177 where by God I plan to finish this once and for all.
I could never understand why Cory enjoyed this division so much but hurting people is pretty fun! See you confuse me Bubba, guess that's why I think you're a dumbshit, you said before Return to Glory that I should have stayed away? That I got balls for coming back? Where did I go?! I never left, I'm as green as the next guy Bubba and you marked my official like...what number is it? 3rd or 4th professional wrestling match! I'm a fucking rookie and all that big bad talk couldn't put me away!
Physical condition? I am at the peak of physical condition and I showed you this at Return to Glory. Mental condition? All is clear and steady in my mind when it comes to being in the ring, all that bullshit you were doing I was doing when I was 10! Six foot seven and 301 pounds is all yours big boy at 177 so you best do some more conditioning ten fold by then because it'll be just you and I! I'm a walking monster and all that high flying crap isn't no good when I get a hold of you choking the very breath from you."
Judge looks off as another thought enters his mind but he shakes it off by drinking some more water. He returns his attention back to the camera putting a hand in the air, "As far as spiritual conditioning the holy spirit is talking to me now brother and he is asking that I pray for you! Pray for yourself that I don't make an early appointment for you to meet your maker before you live a somewhat productive life. In the Lord's name, aman."
Judge reaches forward and ends the recording. He refreshes the main page and there is his video for all the fans! For all those in PCW! Mainly for his enemy, Bubba. Now with that taken care of Judge puts his shoes on, goes through the back door grabbing a trash bag, and walks across the street. Mr. Kellers house is dark except for the light in his study where he was at the current moment watching dirty things on the web.
Judge walks right to the front door and knocks several times before Keller yells to give him a minute. After a few more minutes the door opens and Keller gives a creepy smile looking around, "Hi Mr. McCoy what can I do for you at this late hour?"
Judge holds the bag he got from the house and the smell hits Keller so har he has to step back, "Yes you can help me Keller, this bag is full of your dogs shit! Weeks of shit!"
The thing that snapped earlier in the day finally surfaces and Judge punches Keller in the face! The older man stumbles backwards falling over a table. His dog, Duke, begins to bark but never comes. Keller tries to crawl away as Judge slams the door he stands over Keller putting the bag full of dog crap over the mans head.
With incredible strength Judge jerks the man to his feet and then off his feet as he smothers the man with the dog crap filled bag. "My daughter stepped into this shit today! Keep the shit in your own lawn you old prick!"
Keller screams and fights as he suffocates slowly. Using the wall Keller kicks off it pushing Judge into a radio that turns on and up. The voice that fills the house is smooth very hippy voice just like he'd smoked a big fatty, "This tune is from 1973 by one hit wonders Steelers Wheel. Toke up and enjoy folks."
The song replaces the struggling gasps from Keller as they crash through the living room! Judge trips over the coffee table but as he falls he positions himself to land on top of Keller. It knocks the wind out of both of them.
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight
I got the feeling that something ain't right
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down those stairs
Judge rolls off Keller and on his knees catching his breath. Keller who now has the shit bag off his face struggles to catch his breath but Judge is up first picking Keller up by his shirt collar tossing him through a set of double doors into the kitchen. Music and breaking glass echo through the house.
Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
Judge follows a smile on his face as he scans the desktop, "Kiddie porn you sick fuck! I may be doing the block a favor killing you tonight, shit free yards and protected children!"
Keller who now has a knife lunges at Judge but his skills are greater than Kellers as he side steps, grabs the wrist, a hard flick it snaps a scream almost escapes Keller but Judge covers his mouth, and drives Keller hard into the kitchen floor. A few slams of the broken wrist to the floor Keller drops the knife, "Please...please don't kill me."
Judge barks with laughter.
Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, and I'm all over the place
Judge wraps his hands around Kellers throat and begins to choke him. Shit squinches through his fingers. Keller squirms and suddenly a ball of fur tackles Judge biting into his shoulder! Judge grunts in frustration but he gets a grip on the knife driving it into the dogs side breaking a rib and separating two others. The tip punctures the heart and the dog goes limp. Judge tosses the dog across the room crashing into a glass shelf. Keller again tries to crawl away but Judge just stands over him the knife in hand and slits Kellers throat! The man kicks for a few then goes limp.
Judge takes his time cleaning up the blood and shit on his hands. He goes into Kellers garage finding two full cans of gas which he takes inside and begins to pour it throughout the house.
Taking a final look Judge flicks a match into the gas. The flame catches the gas quickly spreading everywhere there was gas, soon the house is a blaze under the night sky. Judge stands on his porch phone in hand, "Yes I'd like to report a fire at 473 Washington street. I woke up smelling smoke and looking outside Mr. Kellers house is on fire send help fast because I don't see Mr. Keller!"
Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
