Post by Judge on Sept 18, 2015 14:31:30 GMT -5
REVELATION I: Occupy Hangtown
The twelve iron horses thundered down the dirt road, their rumbling engines echoed through the trees stirring the forests peaceful nature, and the head lights cut through the darkness like a hot knife through butter. The bikers were in a 'V' formation never breaking like a well maintained and oiled army.
At the head of the pack was Jury formally known as Cory Steel in a think leather jacket with a fur lapel, to his left was Victor Creed his gray hair braided but flowing in the wind a cigar in his mouth, beside him was PCW's Underground King Judge the belt around his waist sporting his biker cut a truckers cap turned backwards, and following him was Othello in his usual gear but tonight his mask was as black as the night above them. The rest of the crew was Larry Burke, Fat Tony, his brother Skinny Jim, Ratz, Finnick Belcourt, Ireland, Crazy Syxx, and Trigger. All 12 men wore their crews cut which was a black leather vest with their position in the club, the state and provenance they control, a 1%'er patch, on the back was a Angel with a halo and horns dressed in purple swinging a flaming sword cutting the head off a enemy, and the name of their club 'The Saints of Killers'.
As they approached Hangtown the late night stragglers had to dance out of the paths of the oncoming bikers as they roared through town. Jury looks over his shoulder giving a nod which told the rest of his crew to slow down. Finally coming to a stop in a straight line only Judge and Victor got off their bikes adjusting themselves a little before returning their own stares at the gathering crowd. A man heavily drunk stumbles across a dirty mug still in hand, "Hey gents, you los' or sumtin'? Ye be in the hous'o the Devil wit yer loud arse bikes!"
Judge removes his hat turing it around right while popping the wrapper off a sucker that was tucked into his shirt pocket, "Listen drunkard and drunkards I want to speak to the Devils themselves! The Saints have come marching in and we demand they lend a ear!"
Victor looking at his pocket watch mouths some calculations before speaking, "If we don't have said ears bent within the next hour we begin kicking in some doors until we find them. Its a reasonable request and the clock is ticking now."
At first no one blinks or even flinches, the drunk simply stares while drinking. Judge looks over his shoulder at Jury who rolls his eyes and nods. This causes Judge to smile, "This is against the rules but," and he produces a small snub nosed pistol from behind his belt popping a single shot into the air, "WE AIN'T FUCKING PLAYIN!"
The shot causes a panic and everyone scatters from the bikers. Judge returns the pistol to Jury who speaks in his robotic voice, "Grimm may have more to bend than his ear after that Judge."
"Well bub sometimes rules got to be broke," he says straddling his bike again, "Plus it was the one bullet and ain't nobody dead."
At that moment a single crow drops before them kicking a moment before dying. Judge looks from the bird to Jury shrugging.
REVELATION II: Still the King
"Alexa, Alexa, dear bitter sweat Alexa Black I have found myself laughing at the thought of having to actually fight this woman," Judge said with a snicker to his tag team partner. The crew was in the 'Rowdy Dwarf' for the night until they were given places to stay for their duration in Hangtown. Jury sat across from Judge his unwavering eyes on the table his fingers tracing the lines, "She's a broken record same old bullshit."
Victor soon joined them a mug of beer for him and Judge, "I wouldn't worry about her as much as I would Crazy Boy. He carries the weight if you ask me."
"Has she not seen what I've done already in the Underground division?" Judge said with bitterness, "I took out Tide twice, when I claimed the title I almost destroyed Bubba Reece, and just last Trauma I defended my kingship against three very hungry men! I've bled more than ANYONE for this belt!"
Judge held the belt up shaking it to get his point across, "I mean come on do I have to go a step above her and literally KILL her on live TV? I'll do it!"
"That's the last thing you should do," Victor countered, "I know you could do it but that brought a storm of Hell fire upon Alexa! We have some power now."
Judge drinks from his mug of beer draining most of it in two gulps before slamming it down. He was drunk and numb from the pain killers. Alexa was a problem but why? Judge didn't know! He loathed her since day one because she honestly wasn't anywhere in his bracket both in real life or in the ring. She needed to be taught a lesson a hard lesson.
Looking finally at Victor Judge smiled, "I won't kill her I am a killer but not a lunatic! However I plan to hurt her and that old man she carries upon her back. The (un)stable will all pay! The wizard, the candy girl, and starting with the two feebs I will burn them to the ground as a testament to my power."
The big man jumps upon their table his title above his head he makes a sweeping point across the entire bar, "I challenge any man or woman who thinks they have the brass to come take my crown! I AM STILL KING! Take a pound of my flesh and I promise ye that I'll take seven fold back from you! Test me and I will test ye, but be warned that I will break thee!
I'll baptize this whole world in fire before anyone can break me!"
Judge points out a window, "That even goes to the monsters that you all fear here in Hangtown. I fear no man. So who accepts my challenge?"
Everyone has their eyes upon Judge but no one moves, this makes the giant of a man burst out in laughter fit for madness. Jumping down he sits down smiling at Victor, "I am still the King friend. They will all fear me, aman."
The twelve iron horses thundered down the dirt road, their rumbling engines echoed through the trees stirring the forests peaceful nature, and the head lights cut through the darkness like a hot knife through butter. The bikers were in a 'V' formation never breaking like a well maintained and oiled army.
At the head of the pack was Jury formally known as Cory Steel in a think leather jacket with a fur lapel, to his left was Victor Creed his gray hair braided but flowing in the wind a cigar in his mouth, beside him was PCW's Underground King Judge the belt around his waist sporting his biker cut a truckers cap turned backwards, and following him was Othello in his usual gear but tonight his mask was as black as the night above them. The rest of the crew was Larry Burke, Fat Tony, his brother Skinny Jim, Ratz, Finnick Belcourt, Ireland, Crazy Syxx, and Trigger. All 12 men wore their crews cut which was a black leather vest with their position in the club, the state and provenance they control, a 1%'er patch, on the back was a Angel with a halo and horns dressed in purple swinging a flaming sword cutting the head off a enemy, and the name of their club 'The Saints of Killers'.
As they approached Hangtown the late night stragglers had to dance out of the paths of the oncoming bikers as they roared through town. Jury looks over his shoulder giving a nod which told the rest of his crew to slow down. Finally coming to a stop in a straight line only Judge and Victor got off their bikes adjusting themselves a little before returning their own stares at the gathering crowd. A man heavily drunk stumbles across a dirty mug still in hand, "Hey gents, you los' or sumtin'? Ye be in the hous'o the Devil wit yer loud arse bikes!"
Judge removes his hat turing it around right while popping the wrapper off a sucker that was tucked into his shirt pocket, "Listen drunkard and drunkards I want to speak to the Devils themselves! The Saints have come marching in and we demand they lend a ear!"
Victor looking at his pocket watch mouths some calculations before speaking, "If we don't have said ears bent within the next hour we begin kicking in some doors until we find them. Its a reasonable request and the clock is ticking now."
At first no one blinks or even flinches, the drunk simply stares while drinking. Judge looks over his shoulder at Jury who rolls his eyes and nods. This causes Judge to smile, "This is against the rules but," and he produces a small snub nosed pistol from behind his belt popping a single shot into the air, "WE AIN'T FUCKING PLAYIN!"
The shot causes a panic and everyone scatters from the bikers. Judge returns the pistol to Jury who speaks in his robotic voice, "Grimm may have more to bend than his ear after that Judge."
"Well bub sometimes rules got to be broke," he says straddling his bike again, "Plus it was the one bullet and ain't nobody dead."
At that moment a single crow drops before them kicking a moment before dying. Judge looks from the bird to Jury shrugging.
REVELATION II: Still the King
"Alexa, Alexa, dear bitter sweat Alexa Black I have found myself laughing at the thought of having to actually fight this woman," Judge said with a snicker to his tag team partner. The crew was in the 'Rowdy Dwarf' for the night until they were given places to stay for their duration in Hangtown. Jury sat across from Judge his unwavering eyes on the table his fingers tracing the lines, "She's a broken record same old bullshit."
Victor soon joined them a mug of beer for him and Judge, "I wouldn't worry about her as much as I would Crazy Boy. He carries the weight if you ask me."
"Has she not seen what I've done already in the Underground division?" Judge said with bitterness, "I took out Tide twice, when I claimed the title I almost destroyed Bubba Reece, and just last Trauma I defended my kingship against three very hungry men! I've bled more than ANYONE for this belt!"
Judge held the belt up shaking it to get his point across, "I mean come on do I have to go a step above her and literally KILL her on live TV? I'll do it!"
"That's the last thing you should do," Victor countered, "I know you could do it but that brought a storm of Hell fire upon Alexa! We have some power now."
Judge drinks from his mug of beer draining most of it in two gulps before slamming it down. He was drunk and numb from the pain killers. Alexa was a problem but why? Judge didn't know! He loathed her since day one because she honestly wasn't anywhere in his bracket both in real life or in the ring. She needed to be taught a lesson a hard lesson.
Looking finally at Victor Judge smiled, "I won't kill her I am a killer but not a lunatic! However I plan to hurt her and that old man she carries upon her back. The (un)stable will all pay! The wizard, the candy girl, and starting with the two feebs I will burn them to the ground as a testament to my power."
The big man jumps upon their table his title above his head he makes a sweeping point across the entire bar, "I challenge any man or woman who thinks they have the brass to come take my crown! I AM STILL KING! Take a pound of my flesh and I promise ye that I'll take seven fold back from you! Test me and I will test ye, but be warned that I will break thee!
I'll baptize this whole world in fire before anyone can break me!"
Judge points out a window, "That even goes to the monsters that you all fear here in Hangtown. I fear no man. So who accepts my challenge?"
Everyone has their eyes upon Judge but no one moves, this makes the giant of a man burst out in laughter fit for madness. Jumping down he sits down smiling at Victor, "I am still the King friend. They will all fear me, aman."
