Judge: Revelations

[Judge]

REVELATION I: Brothers Lost

October 31st, 1985
3:31am

"Push baby! I see the head!" The tall dark haired man wearing scrubs yelled to his wife. Her strength had increased with each painful push and even though it hurt he held on to her hand for her comfort. She was covered in sweat and her red hair was plastered to her forehead and cheeks. The doctor also encouraged her to push when finally the weeping pissed off baby cries filled the room, "Here he is guys a boy!" Shouted the doctor.

The nurses quickly jumped in to perform their duties wiping the baby of gunk, they wrapped him in a warm blanket, and then took him by the father whom they gave scissors. He cut the umbilical cord and then took his son into his arms taking him to his now relaxed mother.

She took him with tears in her eyes kissing his forehead, "He's so handsome! Baby he has your eyes."

"What do we name him?" The father asked but before she could answer she had another fit of pain grabbing her stomach, "Something else is coming!"

Baffled the doctor goes back down to look, his confused face gives way to a surprised face, "Push I see another head!"

A couple minutes pass and the doctor pulls another baby out, a boy but he is blue and the pats on his back bring no tears or cries life. The doctor and the nurses scramble with the baby out of the room leaving a confused couple behind with a beautiful observant baby.

In another room the team work to revive the baby, but to much time passes when the doctor hangs his head calling the time of death. However a rap at tje swinging doors startles them all but the real shock comes when the blue baby begins to stir. The blue color fades away and is replaced with the natural pinkish color of a newborn baby. The little fighter doesn't cry but just kicks around taking in its surroundings. The doors open letting in four men dressed in black suits surrounding a old woman and a man in his early twenties.

"Dr. Patch good to see you," spoke the old woman with a gentle smile. The doctor bowed his head and gave a sign only the old woman would have recognized, "Ma Creed the pleasure is all mine, but can I ask why your here?"

"A reaping Dr. Patch," said the young man, "I am Ma Creeds grandson Victor. Orders have come down to be here and collect the twin brother in this room."

The young man hands him a rolled up parchment of paper which the doctor unfolds and reads, "Wow this must be big if their already calling for the child. I'm sure measures have been placed to replace the child?"

The old woman stepped up to the baby that now kept his eyes locked on hers. She smiled, "The mother or father know the baby survived?"

The doctor shook his head as did the other nurses. Ma Creed turned away from the child nodding to Victor who steps forward collecting the child. Ma Creed stops in front of the door but doesn't turn around, "Then have them believe just that. I'm sure you have a little one around to replace for the body?"

Doctor Patch nods and goes about his work telling the nurses the plan. Ma Creed along with Victor and the guards walk down the hall, "Ma do you really believe the council is right about this child?"

"Forget the council son," she says pinching the cheek of the baby, "I know that Judge is the chosen one."

Back in the hospital room doctor Patch enters with another nurse, they find the couple sitting together on the bed holding their son who is feeding from a bottle of similac.

"We tried everything we could but the other child was undeveloped and we couldn't save him," he said with real sympathy and the reaction was as usual they both broke down and wept. Checking the vitals of the other child he let them deal with the loss alone while he weighed the child, measured, and finished his reports about the death.

An hour had passed when the doctor and the baby returned. He gave a gentle smile as he handed the baby over to the mother, "So Mrs and Mister Steel have you decided on a name?"

The couple looked upon their child who had the eyes of a cold steel rain smiling, "Yes we have doctor, his name is Cory Benjamin Steel."

REVELATIONS II: BLOOD LOST

Judge had been sedated for the last two hours when the massive sized monster of a man began to stir. His main source of pain came from within his mouth which was dry from the cotton balls and a old metallic taste rested on the back of his tongue. Judge had to blink several times to get rid of the sleep but his eyes still felt heavy from the sedatives. He started to roll over on his back but a sharp pain stopped him and he grunted in pain.

"Its best if you just rest friend," in the darkness of the hospital room Jury's robotic voice filled the entire thing, "Your fight tonight was brilliant. King of the Underground."

Judge remained on his side and when he spoke the cotton balls muffled him, "I won? I don't remember much."

Jury laughed he walked from the corner of the room with heavy steps his form coming to light finally beside Judge's bed. In his hand he is holding the Underground championship the face plate was peppered with dried blood, "You blacked out from the loss of blood. You earned this tonight brother and you made the Underground take a step in the right direction."

Jury laid the belt beside Judge who was grinning like the Cheshire cat. He laid his hand on the face plate stroking it when Jury laid a hand on Judge's, "You have some power now Judge don't be foolish like my former self, use it! Destroy all those that stand before you."

Judge nodded, "Where is Amanda and the girls?"

Jury's eyes drop stepping away the light reveals a card beside his bed. Judge grabs it and begins to read to himself:

Jesse,

You lied to me. A bold face lie you swore looking me dead in my eyes that you wouldn't get hurt! You told the girls that this wasn't a violent sport and you know what they saw tonight? They saw their father get mauled! I was cooking dinner while they watched THE WHOLE THING! I only saw you collapse but the massacre of blood you were covered in was enough to know what happened. Gracie thought you were dead Jesse DEAD and even while we wait in the lobby she's crying that you ain't coming back. I am pissed. We will be at my mother's in Tennessee for a while, you have two choices drop that title that's only going to shorten your life and find a more normal line of wrestling or I'm gone because I won't sit around watching every Tuesday as you kill yourself.

Judge crumpled the card a white rage surged through him as he shot up in bed. The pain was numbed by his rage as he swung his feet onto the floor standing up the sedatives that hadn't worn off made him dizzy and he stumbled into the wall catching himself, "Fuck her! I worked hard in such a short time to claim this prize and she wants me to give it up? What woman who vowed to stand beside her man no matter what ask this Jury?"

"Come lets get out of here I have something to show you," Jury left without another word. Judge changed out of his hospital robes the pain surfaced enough to make him break out in a sweat. Opting to go shirtless Judge grabbed his new belt and as he was leaving the room a mirror caught his attention. Judge really was a mess his chest and back were covered in staples because the weed eater had cut deep turning his belly into hamburger. His back was the same. His face was bruised, both his top and bottom lip were stitched from the cuts of light bulb glass, and yet he smiled. He felt alive.

Jury drove them all night when Judge woke up pulling his skin from the passenger side window it was morning. The pain was excruciating but opening the brown pain pill bottle Judge dumped about ten pills into his hand, he realized a thumb tack still embedded in his palm, and he pulled it out tossing it into the back of the van before slapping the pills into his mouth. It took a minute to chew them with the multiple cuts in the roof of his mouth. Looking out the window Judge finally broke the silence, "Where are we?"

Jury points across the street, "Watch. I'm going to give you a lesson on blood sacrifice and blood lost. When I was Cory I ate, slept, and breathed the Underground much like you. I pushed everyone away or I killed them for total focus on the Underground. Like you I lost blood for that title."

A few moments later a little girl and a woman maybe a few years older than Judge came out of a blue colored house. "Once in my life I loved someone more than that title her name was Julie," for a moment his voice cracks but he regains his composure, "She tried to save me from my path of destruction. We were even going to have a child, she's almost two now, and I cut them from my life because I couldn't stand it knowing I hurt her every time I stepped into the ring to hurt someone or myself."

Judge was in awe, he'd never known this about Jury or formally Cory. He wasn't even so sure the Saints knew this because if the council had the mother and child would have been killed as a way to cut all ties to Corys former life. A rebirth for older joined members. "I didn't care to lose them for that. Would do it the same way every time Judge, so in time you too must make this decision about your family."

"I don't think so man, I mean Jesus Christ she's mad because of some blood! I'll just give her time," Judge said as casual as possible not believing he'd have to pick the Underground or his family, "She'll come around."

Jury shook his head, "She won't the Saints knew this before even you. What do you know about your society?"

Judge took a deep breath, "During the Civil War a southern General named Obidiah Saint abandoned his troops when a man in red came to him during a dream warning him that the North had invaded his farm taking his wife and children as prisoners of war. The man in red told Obidiah that terrible things were being done to his wife and children, the Saints believe the man in red was the Devil.


So Obidiah rode two hundred miles in two days, back then that's pretty quick, that's why we attack with fiery vengeance. By the time he got there his whole plantation was burned to the ground and salted so nothing could ever grow again. The mad General fought through the Northern soliders never missing a shot all the way to his smouldering ruins of a home. Inside he found his family dead. His twin girls were strung to large posts their entrails on the ground covered in flies. The boys were all beheaded left in headless heaps in the front yard. Behind his home he found his wife tied to a post surrounded by soliders holding torches. As Obidiah approached they tossed the torches on his wife burning her alive. Obidiah fought back firing into the thick line of soliders but it was in vain when they finally gunned him down.

His soul was said to have gone to Hell but unlike other souls his was angry and wanted blood, he made a pact with the Devil that he wanted his revenge and when it was fulfilled he would return.

The Devil made him guns that never missed and would kill anything. Obidiah with his new guns shot the Devil killing him dead, as he left Hell it froze over. Back on Earth he accomplished his duty of revenge making an army of his kills, because Hell had froze over they had no place to go. God sensed a unbalanced force happening and came to Earth to claim Obidiah and set things right. God's offer was for Obidiah to serve as the angel of death at his right hand, also a judge of souls sent to Hell in the Devil's stead. Once in Heaven Obidiah shot God and slayed all the Angels with his never missing guns. He took his seat as the new God and creating the Saints of Killers society run at first by those souls who killed his family."

With the story finished Jury waited watching his love and daughter leave before continuing on, "As the story goes. Can you connect the dots? We are a order of sacrifice mainly the ones we love. The Underground is like the order we must sacrifice for the championship. You have a choice of course but our hearts are all the same, we want power and we want gold am I right?"

Judge was baffled but understood and simply nodded. His eyes moved down to the belt laying across his lap, blood lost? The dream before last was now clear the belt was obtained through blood cleansing. He hoped it was all a farce about having either his family or the violent world of the Underground, but he would ride it out because eventually the answer would be presented.

REVELATIONS III: YOU'LL HAVE TO KILL ME!

"We're the nickel sized hail,
and the damaging winds.
We rolled over Greenville,
they ain't never gonna let us back in."

The dream began with Judge laying on his back on what felt like a piece of wood, it was bobbing up and down which woke the giant man. The sky was black with lighting doing its dance trapped within the rolling gray clouds. Judge sat up and was shocked to see he was floating in a sea of blood! Bodies floated here and there bloated with rot, he had to stifle a gag at the horrendous smell tickling his nostrils.

As he floated naked in the sea of blood some of the bodies began to reveal themselves such as High Tide, Bubba, his children, and wife. Panic set in. More bodies surfaced such as Lucas Durham his first kill ever, Michael Jackson a celebrity kill, and the recent Mr. Keller and his dog.

Above him four dark shadows began to form the first was incased in lightening, the second had a US flag pinned to the shadows, the third had firey hair with blue soul pricing eyes of pure energy, and the last had jet black firey hair and the greenest condemning eyes. They only hovered for a minute before wicked grins exposing razor sharp teeth, ear drum busting screams escaped their mouths, and they rushed forward at Judge!

2:01am

Judge sat straight up in his bed drenched in sweat and his breathing heavy. The bed was empty besides him, couple empty beer cans, and the Underground title. Swinging his massive legs out of bed his large feet met cold flooring, he knocked aside more empty cans of beer finding a pill bottle of pain killers and twisting the cap he shook a couple into his palm. He put the pill bottle down and grabbed his cell while slapping the pills into his mouth chewing the pain killers. His wounds from 177 weren't healed yet and hurt to the high Hells! Opening his cell he punched a number in then put the phone up to his ear and after a few seconds he spoke, "Hey Othello it's Judge, I can't sleep so could you bring a case or two and come over? Yeah bring a few guys, nails, wood polish, and lumber. I'll be in the garage."

It was about an hour later and Judge had formed a nice little party with the crew of Saints. He was covered in saw dust, sweat, and heavily drunk. Others were the same and some were just drunk. A camera was set up running into the computer on a desk, it was open on the PCW homepage. Judge looked into the camera taking a deep drink from his can of beer before speaking, "The Lord spoke to me tonight said he'd protected me last time allowing me to obtain the Underground belt and told me to tell Bubba Reece that he saved him! You should feel very blessed Bubba that the lord did that for you a backwards unforgiving sack of shit like you. I will give you credit you fought like the Devil. Left me with a lifetime of scars to come."

Judge removed his shirt showing off his staples and then open his mouth showing the gross still bleeding gashes in the roof of his mouth. He smiled, "I love it because I took your beating like a grown ass man and gave it right back! I showed you AND everyone that I don't just lie down. No, no, no, no bitch in my blood good sir. I hope you've rested and are ready for round two because THIS TIME I'M ENDING IT BETWEEN US! Bank on it too. This will be our final judgment."

Judge rested his hand in something and the camera zoomed out revealing that his hand was resting on a recently constructed coffin. "Of course we aren't alone this time, High Tide gets to make a attempt to reclaim this gem," he thumbed at the Underground title sitting on a shelf behind him, "A all in vain attempt because I'm going to ice his pirate ass for good! I'm going to sink his God damn boat, drown him, and introduce his to the REAL Davey Jones. You had your fun Tide and I hoped we'd been friends like originally intended but let me be honest fuck you and I hate you!"

The men in the garage laughed and Judge did too, "Pirates am I right? Then we have good old Kincaid, who doesn't have a vendetta against me but by my boss Jury? Right? To bad you got tossed in the fucking lions den because I promise you will never make it to that cattle call mother fucker! I am going to stick you so far up one of these other guys asses that not even a fly will on you when you climb out. Should have just stayed MIA bub this isn't a game."

He patted the coffin drinking from his beer, "Now this is for current contenders, future contenders, and anyone who thinks they will just take this from me. I'm issuing a real damn challenge to you dumb sons of bitches that if you really want this belt you'll HAVE TO FUCKING KILL ME! You will have to snuff my candle, cross my dead cold hands, and bury me in this casket to obtain this belt! I plan to hold this baby until the day I'm dead. So come one and come all, see y'all at 178."