Post by Cory Steel on Sept 18, 2015 14:33:04 GMT -5
THE ESCAPE
The story left off with Jury, formally Cory Steel, escaping the Saints of Killers compound. He had just stepped through the door when a feeble voice called for him, "Jury."
The big bald man stopped just on the other side of the door and turned around to reenter the room.
BANG!
The old woman fired a shot that missed Jury's head planting the slug into the concrete wall above his head, she laughed but dropped the gun.
Jury walked over sitting Indian style beside her signing to her she smiles a wrinkled smile, "I can't tell you anything about the society Jury but me I'm 115 years old, been training killers for 95 of those years. I have to honestly admit Judge was my shinning star and I secretly loved him as if he were my own."
Jury viewed the old woman a lot more differently now, maybe she had a heart? She smiles weakly, "Take care of him because they will come for both of you."
He signed to her with urgency but she only cackles, "Guilty by association, he will be viewed a traitor. Brought in to this mess because you JURY DON'T BEND TO THE WILL OF OTHERS!"
She was right and she knew he knew she knew he knew and she burst into feeble fits of jolly folly laughter, "A voice of the past, or more so voices of the past."
The names danced in his mind of those who, dead now of course, echoed those exact words: Slick Will, Slam the Second, Vixen, Othello, Otis the Hammer, Frank Finelli, Omar Gray, Tucker Tower, the twin FBI Agents, Piper, Julie Burnopp, Calvin Border, Victor Creed, and suddenly the face of his father.
Tears ate at the corner of his eyes and anger ate away at his soul! Even as a boy he did things his way, he said what he wanted, and fought to stay alone in bitterness. What did it get him? A path of destruction that either pushed people away (his sister, Julie, his own child) or got them killed (Slam 2, Slick Will, Omar).
And now Judge was pulled onto that shit train that barreled down past the shit station to fast to stop for the other shitty people and was but in any other way doomed for quiet the shitty end.
He never replied to the old harking hag but instead Jury covered her mouth and pinched her nostrils shut. She fought her last five minutes but her demise was just in his eyes.
Jury felt a greater purpose a role of Moses and Judge was his flock of Jews. It was a Exodus from this life that Jury now sought. He would be damned to let Judge die in this life like this and because of him.
The Hunt was on....The Great Saint Hunt!
DYING FOR WHAT YOU DO
Weeks had passed Jury had put as much distance as one could between him and Judge as he could without the rise of questions. Jury allowed Judge to take control of his current situation, now here he was walking alone in the thick woods surrounding Hangtown. It was his place of free thinking. The plan was solid but with whom Jury felt uneasy, working with the Black Hand a system of people who were alike to Judas Iscariot. However in the meantime it would secure their hunt (if they even had a desire) for the Underground championship safe, or would it? Jury saw how Sadistic claimed to call a "fair" match for Michael Wrygth but in the end his brother, his fellow stable mate, and ectra lost the belt. A stable that has saw no problem in dirty tactics once before and on many occasions their ring leader suddenly called something fair?
Jury or better yet Cory had been at odds with Showtime since their first encounter, but Jury felt a need now to connect with Showtime and try his best to stretch that fabric of doubt. Of course at the moment his task at hand was to secure victory over Alexa Black and Crazy Boy, something he's proven time and time again. Jury had heard the people say Judge was a different kind of opponent, that taking the Underground championship from him would take a great feat, and his streak of violence was unparalleled to anyone else's. He believed that victory was theirs at Trauma, Alexa was blind with rage and Jury always used it against her nothing would change that.
Crazy Boy however needed to be broken, a example made of him for everyone to see. Judge was the key to breaking this lock and Jury was going to let him do just that!
"Dying for what you," Jury spoke to no one but himself, "Crazy Boy would you die for all of this? Would he knock on deaths door for the PCW faithful? I believe he would not."
"Then test him," said a cold voice. Jury turned to find a figure in black robes standing beneath a tall but old and dying tree, "Break his will Jury. Test them all with Judge as your sword and fire! Then when all of whom can be tested break let him test you last. It will happen the separation between you two will happen and if you are strong you will withstand his fire! You will break him or he will break you."
Jury fell to his knees, "I will do as you say."
The story left off with Jury, formally Cory Steel, escaping the Saints of Killers compound. He had just stepped through the door when a feeble voice called for him, "Jury."
The big bald man stopped just on the other side of the door and turned around to reenter the room.
BANG!
The old woman fired a shot that missed Jury's head planting the slug into the concrete wall above his head, she laughed but dropped the gun.
Jury walked over sitting Indian style beside her signing to her she smiles a wrinkled smile, "I can't tell you anything about the society Jury but me I'm 115 years old, been training killers for 95 of those years. I have to honestly admit Judge was my shinning star and I secretly loved him as if he were my own."
Jury viewed the old woman a lot more differently now, maybe she had a heart? She smiles weakly, "Take care of him because they will come for both of you."
He signed to her with urgency but she only cackles, "Guilty by association, he will be viewed a traitor. Brought in to this mess because you JURY DON'T BEND TO THE WILL OF OTHERS!"
She was right and she knew he knew she knew he knew and she burst into feeble fits of jolly folly laughter, "A voice of the past, or more so voices of the past."
The names danced in his mind of those who, dead now of course, echoed those exact words: Slick Will, Slam the Second, Vixen, Othello, Otis the Hammer, Frank Finelli, Omar Gray, Tucker Tower, the twin FBI Agents, Piper, Julie Burnopp, Calvin Border, Victor Creed, and suddenly the face of his father.
Tears ate at the corner of his eyes and anger ate away at his soul! Even as a boy he did things his way, he said what he wanted, and fought to stay alone in bitterness. What did it get him? A path of destruction that either pushed people away (his sister, Julie, his own child) or got them killed (Slam 2, Slick Will, Omar).
And now Judge was pulled onto that shit train that barreled down past the shit station to fast to stop for the other shitty people and was but in any other way doomed for quiet the shitty end.
He never replied to the old harking hag but instead Jury covered her mouth and pinched her nostrils shut. She fought her last five minutes but her demise was just in his eyes.
Jury felt a greater purpose a role of Moses and Judge was his flock of Jews. It was a Exodus from this life that Jury now sought. He would be damned to let Judge die in this life like this and because of him.
The Hunt was on....The Great Saint Hunt!
DYING FOR WHAT YOU DO
Weeks had passed Jury had put as much distance as one could between him and Judge as he could without the rise of questions. Jury allowed Judge to take control of his current situation, now here he was walking alone in the thick woods surrounding Hangtown. It was his place of free thinking. The plan was solid but with whom Jury felt uneasy, working with the Black Hand a system of people who were alike to Judas Iscariot. However in the meantime it would secure their hunt (if they even had a desire) for the Underground championship safe, or would it? Jury saw how Sadistic claimed to call a "fair" match for Michael Wrygth but in the end his brother, his fellow stable mate, and ectra lost the belt. A stable that has saw no problem in dirty tactics once before and on many occasions their ring leader suddenly called something fair?
Jury or better yet Cory had been at odds with Showtime since their first encounter, but Jury felt a need now to connect with Showtime and try his best to stretch that fabric of doubt. Of course at the moment his task at hand was to secure victory over Alexa Black and Crazy Boy, something he's proven time and time again. Jury had heard the people say Judge was a different kind of opponent, that taking the Underground championship from him would take a great feat, and his streak of violence was unparalleled to anyone else's. He believed that victory was theirs at Trauma, Alexa was blind with rage and Jury always used it against her nothing would change that.
Crazy Boy however needed to be broken, a example made of him for everyone to see. Judge was the key to breaking this lock and Jury was going to let him do just that!
"Dying for what you," Jury spoke to no one but himself, "Crazy Boy would you die for all of this? Would he knock on deaths door for the PCW faithful? I believe he would not."
"Then test him," said a cold voice. Jury turned to find a figure in black robes standing beneath a tall but old and dying tree, "Break his will Jury. Test them all with Judge as your sword and fire! Then when all of whom can be tested break let him test you last. It will happen the separation between you two will happen and if you are strong you will withstand his fire! You will break him or he will break you."
Jury fell to his knees, "I will do as you say."
