Judge: No Rest for the Wicked.

[Judge]

REVELATION: I'm far from done

"There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win."
George R.R. Martin

"Goood night folks and welcome to our late night talk show, I'm your host Graham Houston," the host was a cheery type fellow with a hint of a British accent that oozed out behind pearly white teeth, "To my YouTube subscriber's stay tuned as later I will allow three of you to tweet questions for our guest of the night Jesse McCoy better known as Judge from the PCW!"

The camera pans out revealing Judge sent content behind his glass with a fox faced smile. His red hair is wild, the spot above his left eye is bandaged from Deadly Intentions, and his bottom lip is still busted looking. He shakes hands with Graham, "Let me be honest you are my first professional wrestling guest on the show and first radical Christian! I fear you a little bit friend."

"Don't be afraid Graham I'm a gentle giant," Judge chuckled and so did Graham but it was a nervous laugh, "Plus were on camera I can't hurt you with people watching!"

Judge laughed at this like a wild hyena Graham continued after the big man quieted down, "Right, I don't believe that considering you hurt people on TV all the time. How did you get into the profession? A highly decorated man of service, you served a year on the secret service, and have a beautiful family. I'm sure you could find a job doing practicality anything."

"The Lord told me that Pure Class was where I needed to be," Judge tone was serious his fingers crossed in front of him, "I go to where my shepherd leads my Graham and PCW is full of sinners! Being the biggest sinner of all I felt if I could plant a couple seeds, by seeds I means fists, then maybe we could save a few."

"We?" Interrupted Graham.

"My brother Jury, the people who employee me to do missions sent me to save him," Judge adjusted himself in his seat, "We've been successful thus far."

"Capturing the Underground championship?" He says again looking at note cards, "Which is PCW's hardcore division, does the Lord deal in violence? I thought you were to love thy brother and enemies?"

"Well Graham you should take a peek into the Old Testament sometime," Judge said slyly, "Its the Law of the Lord. I am the Law of the Lord for PCW friend. The Christian crusades were of the old Law, do you know how many people would be flogged daily if we as a nation didn't have God's love? Well there wouldn't be a PCW!"

Judge barked with laughter sitting up in his chair with excitement clapping his hands a little, "I will be PCW's flamong sword before too long."

"Even after losing the Underground? You were also unsuccessful at the Deadly Rumble," Graham skipped a couple cards smiling, "Also weren't you arrested after Deadly Intentions with a mental breakdown?"

That cool wild demeanor suddenly evaporated from Judge as he peered with eyes a flame over the rim of his glasses. Graham sat back crossing his legs uncomfortably knowing he was slowly getting somewhere but maybe somewhere dangerous. Judge eventually returned a smile, a cold smile, and looked at the floor.

"The loss of the Underground was hard, Hell look at that match I fought against worthy competitors and I left nothing back," Judge licks his lips, "I was never pinned you see, the weak LINK was Loco! His weakness was brought on him by that blasphemy partner of his Jason Willard for taunting the Lord's sword. Am I done with seeking retribution? Let's just say I have a rematch coming and Wasp best be praying."

"However that may be your match for Trauma is against The Unholy Alliance," Graham states matter factly, "Against Jason Willard and Loco, how do you feel about this?"

"Justice," Judge simply said but after some silent thought his fox grin returned, "I believ Justice will be served righteously. Let's break it down Jury and I are much younger and our desires burn like the sun. Power? Pfft, we got it both physically and spiritually. Those two only got a Food City's samle of Jimmy Dean's breakfast sausage at Deadly Intentions, there will be no other teams between us. Us and them Graham."

"Point taken, I don't understand wrestling in the least so let's take a question from a viewer," Graham pulls out his phone where he scans over his Twitter account, "Ah, this is from PCWfanbrochamp69FTW, Judge you may have a team of power but TUHA are tag team dominates and a far stronger bond how do you stack up against that?"

Judge places his locked fingers under his chin, leaning back in his chair, and he thinks. With a snap of his finger he sits up, "You know I can give them credit where credit is due, dominate they are as a tag team and we haven't over looked that but is their bond stronger than Jury and mine? I do not think so. We've worked together strong since our joining of souls and that's inside or outside the ring."

"Hope you're satisfied with that answer, next question," Graham says scanning through his phone, "This is from unholyphan1989, at the Deadly Rumble you and Jason Willard seemed to carry out some frustration carried over from y'alls first match, is Willard your prime target at Trauma?"

"Of course," Judge gave a confused face that implies the question is stupid, "If I felt threatened by anyone at Deadly Intentions that could have pinned me it was Willard! Also he's a cocky arrogant old man who I want to punish most of all. He should pray and we should pray for him that after this last path is crossed he stay where he belongs, with his friend in a home at Golden Living."

Graham is flicking his screen up, "I'm getting a wave of tweets," he was laughing which was eating away at Judge slowly like a sign of disrespect, "Here's one from crabbyjoe, Old men is that your best @thejudgeofpcw, your Twitter account, you come up with? Take your false doctrine and let Loco shove it!"

Judge was ablaze with anger and he stood up grabbing up Graham throwing him back over his chair, "Laugh heathens because I will smite those two! Nothing between us and them except air and opportunity, Willard or Loco I hope someone forwards this to you because Jury and I are at the door. Knocking hard, let us in. Let us save you."

Judge jerks his small microphone off tossing it at a scared Graham who was hiding behind his chair. A small scream escapes Graham, "Cut! Jesus, think if we'd invited them both."

The screen goes black.

REVELATION: Houston has a problem.

Victor spins around in his chair looking away from his computer screen, his still blue eyes fall on Judge who is cleaning out from under his nails. Victor lights his pipe sighing, "Mr. Houston wants charges of assault Judge, are you okay? I mean what happened to that cool laid back monster I knew?"

"I admit," Judge draws in a big breath while using the bill of his hat ro scratch a spot on his head, "I may be falling a bit away from the full basket of fries that completes my happy meal. Look SOMEONE has actually gotten under my skin (*cough*Willard*cough*), and someone else has wrongfully taken my power (*ahchoo*Wasp*ahchoo*) who also needs to be taken care of."

"What about this pin of mass murder on the Black Hand?" Victor lays his pipe down slamming his hands down on the desk, "Dammit do you think they won't retaliate if they find out?"

"Sadistic? Or Grimm?" Judge laughed, "Stormm or Showtime? It wasn't necessarily pinned on them, more like I was shooting for the collective ideology of the Black Hand. They won't even notice and our peaceful relationship will continue."

Victor is stunned at the logic his face clearly giving that away, "The cops?"

"Meh," Judge shrugs, "By the time they link the Black Hand reference it'll be a cold case," Judge kicks his feet like a five year old throwing a fit, "Come on Vic! I am under control let my actions speak for themselves. The murders were for my need for chaos and murder, I am a Saint after all. It's really a hobby to calm me before a storm."

Victor just slumps over exhausted over Judge's shenanigans, "So what now?"

"Well first things first, beat team Unholy Alliance," Judge held up a finger, "Second, we go on to 181 beat whatever ballsack nickumpoops feels best need of a ass kicking," Judge holds up a third finger, "Third, capture tag team gold."

"And of the Underground?" Victor interrupts. Judge gives Vic a 'are you serious?' look over the rim of his glasses, "That'll be covered at the same time, I am a work horse Vic whose labors will please our glorious Almighty God and I'll get back what was wrongfully taken from me. I'll pull double duty and it'll be no problem. I fear no man, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death for the Lord is with me. He comforts me."

Victor sits up eyeing Judge again, "Can you give that up? We have no time for religion anymore!"

"I fear not your turning away from me Vic," Judge stands up fixing his trucker cap on his head in a mirror, "The Bible tells us gentiles, many will turn away from us and prosecute our beliefs, Hell by the end of all this I'll probably be beheaded. But I stand strong. Stand with me or get burned with the rest," satisfied Judge nods his head with a woman like curtsy, "Call the guys send them to Mr. Houston and make him keep quiet about those charges."

Judge leaves the office, Victor watches through the small window until Judge fires his motorcycle and drives from the lot before picking up the phone.

After a few rings he stares at the wall listening then in a dry voice speaks, "Break his arms the Lions spoke," and he drops the receiver back on the stand.

Revelation: A Burning Room.



The intense heat brought Judge out of a deep sleep, at first his eyes couldn't adjust because of the bright flames that ate away at the black painted walls. The big man was on his feet quickly and he b-lined straight for the only door in the room but he found he couldn't move, it wouldn't have mattered either way as the door was a second later burning too.

Music began to play somewhere a deep wild music of violins and piano which seemed to fuel the fire or made it somehow apart of the fire. Judge found himself dancing in place with himself at first, eyes closed, and his breathing steady. When he opened them his eyes met the loving blue eyed gaze of his wife Amanda, her blonde hair was in a tight bun, her lips were painted with a deep rep lip stick, and her white dress as they moved about the room seemed to leave a trial of fire. She was beautiful and at the point in time it felt like it did when they had first met. The burning passion and intense feeling of love.

"I love you Jesse," she smiled kissing his cheek, "But I think you are too far gone for us to fix things."

She let go twirling with ballerina like twirls until she hit the wall and was engulfed in flames. Judge continued his dance alone until small hands took each of his. Looking down he saw his twins smiling up at him holding each of his fingers spinning them in place until they let go and in the same fashion of his wife twirled into the flaming wall disappearing also into the flames.

The next moment he was holding the Underground title like a woman. The flames made the title shine brightly. Violently it was jerked out of his hands flying straight into the wall burning away but Judge wasn't ready to let go so he rushed at the wall wrapping his thick fingers around the facing.

Fire flicked at his fingers but his grip remained even when his arms began to catch fire. He screamed at the pain as his body began to burn up! He slide to his knees holding on for dear life screaming, "NEVER! I WILL NEVER GIVE THIS UP!"

The intense heat was suddenly gone. Judge opened his eyes finding himself knelt down in the corner of a ring, in the middle was the Underground title, and in the other corner was a shadow of a man sitting on the top turn buckle.

"Who are you?" Judge asked but the person never spoke, "I said-"

He was cut off when a robed man walked up to the title picking it up and he spoke his voice boomed loudly causing all of Judge's hair to stand, "When you lay claim to this again Judge you will find your truest challenge. A great challenge. Blood will flow and a life will be lost. Yours or his."

The figure that sat upon the ropes finally jumped down walking methodically towards him. The figure steps up beside the robed man and Judge's eyes widen in shock...

"NO!"

3:16AM

Judge shot up in bed covered in sweat, his breathing rapid, and his eyes bouncing in rapid circles. His nose began to bleed but he didn't flinch because instead he just laid back down staring at the ceiling. The blood from his nose began to pool under his head and the white sheets began to absorb the crimson fluids. He just stared.