Post by Salem Shepard on Dec 31, 2016 13:58:09 GMT -5
So am I supposed to be mad? ..Am I supposed to sit around and be pissed that we lost the match? Should I go sit in a corner and listen to some emo death metal and cut my wrists? Naw, cause I aint no whiny little bitch!! …And the match wasn’t a complete loss…My boy Crazy J took out that fuckin piece of shit Moor and retained one of the WCF’s most prestigious titles. I would be a lying piece of shit to say I wasn’t a little disappointed that we lost…But, you know what!? Fuck it!!! I don’t stress over losing matches and I don’t let that shit bring me down. You see, your favorite schizo here, I put that shit behind me and LEARN from it!! I’ll get back to the gym, I’ll train some more and continue working my way up the WCF ladder! …After sitting around and thinking about it, …how important are the Trios Titles? Really, c’mon and think about it, those belts weren’t even in play when we got here. We knocked the dust off them belts like it was old pussy and put them back into contention!! But if they were SOOO Important, why weren’t they active when we got here? ..Cause they aint as important as the Tag Titles, that’s why!! They damn sure aint no Peoples, Hardcore, TV or World Title either!!!
The Trios Titles are the lowest you can get, like uhhh…a “Get your foot in the door” Title. Sure, we fought our fuckin asses off to get those belts and brought some value back to them – but that wasn’t the goal. Winning the Trios was like being the tallest fuckin midget, ….no Kaine, Im not talkin about you….But that’s what the Trios Titles are. So am I gonna lose any sleep over it!? Hell no!! Cause there’s gonna be another day when I see that bitch Holmes in the ring standing across from me, or even Rabid. …And Wade better fuckin hope he don’t EVER see me in the ring with him again!! I can only imagine the shame and the jokes they made about him after all that big talk and Zmeth on the internet - guaranteeing the Hardcore Title going to Pantheon when he beat my brother in paint! HA! But I aint got time for those fools right now!! Those bitches in the rearview mirror, so let them have the Trios Titles while I move on to better things. …You know what them better things is though!? Karen fuckin Hernandez!! Damn, …just saying her name makes my dick hard.
Stop lookin, fag!!!
******
(Bloomfield Hills, MI)
I didn’t even know where to start because I can’t even remember the last time I went on a date; and that fuckin crazy bitch Lilith following me to Utah interrupting my speed dating thing doesn’t count!! Not that I was gonna get a date that night anyway; all the girls there were old, fat or super religious and I just couldn’t see me smearing my paint all over their cellulite filled inner thighs. Not that I have high standards or anything but even those bitches weren’t good enough for me. Karen is though - and I FINALLY got her to go on a date. Ya know, for a minute I thought Erik would try to fuck her between all the business deals they got going on, but that’s not his style. He had to have known I was disappearing to rub one out several times a day when she was in his office.
…fuck…Did I really say that out loud?
Ha! That was …uuhh…a joke! I ate some bad Mexican food that day and it gave me the shits so that’s where all the toilet paper went. ..Just ignore what I said a second ago, ok? …But anyway, I convinced Karen to go on a date with me and I’ve been excited as fuck since then!! We were supposed to go on a date last week but that little elf fucker was lurking around my house and I didn’t want Karen to risk her life with that little serial killer around. But he’s finally in jail!!! A good place for him!!
Salem hurried over to the mirror in his bedroom and checked his paint again for any places he might have missed, or any inconsistencies in thickness. It was the typical white face with black circles around his eyes. Once he was satisfied he put on his black flat-billed hat with a dark blue ZT logo on his red colored hair, making his light blue eyes stand out. He made sure not to wear contacts tonight because Karen has commented before about his blue eyes that always got compliments from the ladies. The compliments never meant much, …but when it came from Karen, that was a whole different situation.
He brushed some lint off his black shirt and tightened the belt on his jeans; and it was probably the most dressed up we had seen our favorite Schizo as he usually wore shorts, a jersey or a wrinkled up dirty shirt. He pulled off the lid to the cologne bottle and sprayed it twice, then pulled the front of his pants out and made one small squirt on his junk. He hadn’t showered in three days and he knew he kinda stunk, but Salem wasn’t big on showers – or personal hygiene for that matter. He picked up his wallet on the dressed and flipped through the bills inside, calculating how many pounds of weed he could by right now and how much he could spend to impress Karen. He had gotten paid by ZT on the twentieth, and not counting the Christmas bonus, it was more than the WCF was going to pay him in the next 3-4 months – ZT paid its wrestlers well. He shoved the wallet into his pocket and walked out of the room, ready for his big date!
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Everything was going to plan as Salem looked out the front window. A bright orange glow came from down the street as shadows casted along the neighborhood and ZT security guys got out of their cars and walked toward the light, like moths, Shep thought. He chuckled to himself. He walked out onto the porch, hollering back to Claire that he would return later, as a BMW pulled up in the driveway. The car came to a stop and Karen Hernandez seductively stepped out of the BMW, one leg at a time, wearing big heels and a black dress that accentuated her every curve.
Her dark black hair fell just past her exposed shoulders as Salem admired the deep color of her skin. He LOVED dark skinned women. ..And he admired the size of her breasts. He knew they weren’t real; because they weren’t that big when she fled from Houston at seventeen years old. She had been flat back then, nothing to play with, …but there was now!! A huge smile spread across his painted face as a small explosion came from behind him. He turned around to see fireworks go off in the sky, and the massive bonfire that Cash and Crazy J were having next to Cash’s single wide trailer. …it was all part of the plan.
In the glow of the flames Shep realized for the first time just how old and rusty Cash’s trailer really was. That piece of shit had to be over thirty years old, and he knew this, but for some reason the flames dancing on the trailer made it look older and more disgusting than it really was. Cash and J were setting off fireworks, firing some at the ZT security guys who were trying to stop the trouble making duo. Shep saw his opportunity as he walked over to Karen and hugged her, noticing how thin her waist was…and how good she smelled. He wanted to kiss her neck, he wanted to grab her ass cheeks and set her on the hood of her BMW…but he didn’t. He let go of the hug.
“Damn girl, you are sexy!”
Karen blushed and looked away from Shep with a smile. More explosions popped off and this broke Shep’s attention and he remembered the plan.
“Oh shit!” Shep held her hand and quickly walked over to the BMW. “Pop the trunk, I gotta ride in there till we get out of the neighborhood.”
Karen kinda shook her head, “What?....Why?”
Shep opened the door and popped the trunk himself, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Most the ZT security guards had gone over to Cash’s place and the ones who didn’t had their attention focused on the scene.
“So we can get away from these guys.” Shep quickly went to the back of the car, opened the trunk and climbed inside. “Hurry!! Before they see me!! Drive to the gas station and let me out there!”
Shep slammed the trunk closed from inside and Karen laughed a little. Karen wasn’t a prude, stuck up bitch because she was always down for a good time. Plus, since she knew Shep since they were kids – she knew what to expect.
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Salem pulled his cellphone out from his pocket and shined the light around the trunk. It smelled good in here, he thought. It smelt like Karen. He moved the light around the trunk and pulled out the crumpled clothes from underneath them as he felt the car slow down….He knew Karen was at the front gate to the neighborhood and one of the ZT guys was no doubt checking the car. But it shouldn’t be any problem as nobody had seen him get inside.
Seconds later the car moved, turned to the left and accelerated. He felt every bump in the road as she drove, probably hitting every hole that she could on purpose – because Karen had a dickhead sense of humor. Salem tried to reposition himself into a different contorted form so the pain wasn’t as abundant and he reached a pair of panties from the pieces of clothing next to his face. He held them up and looked at them in the light.
Salem could see that the red G-string had been previously worn and he instantly pressed it to his face, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet, musty scent of Karen. He exhaled and moved the panties around on his hand until he had the front-crotch area facing him, inside out. He didn’t notice that his paint had rubbed onto the panties when he smelled them. He licked the panties and goosebumps rose on his arms and the tinge of sexual excitement started in his stomach and spread to his crotch with lightening speed. He licked them again, and again…continuing this as the light on his phone went off and the trunk was completely dark. There was a noise of a belt, followed by the unzipping of pants as Salem proceeded to jack off while incessantly licking the dirty panties.
******
They pulled into the parking lot of a movie theater, the Emagine Palladium, with Salem now riding shotgun in the BMW as Karen had pulled over and let him out of the trunk some time ago. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, no more than six, as Karen put the BMW in park hallway through the unoccupied lot. Salem opened the door and exhaled a plume of pot smoke as he dropped the end of the roach and smashed it into the asphalt; then walking over and opening Karen’s door for her. Salem had looked fine, but Karen’s eyes were now bloodshot red and some of her makeup had run from laughing as they drove here. She couldn’t handle her weed like Salem could and this amused him.
“After you, madam.” Salem extended an arm as Karen stepped out of the BMW with her purse.
“You’re such a gentlemen” Karen locked the BMW and the two walked passed the ticket window and walked right inside. Karen tried to stop him, “Hey dingdong, you forgot to get tickets!!”
Shep shook his head, “Naw, I already got tickets.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two tickets, handing them to the young black kid working the door. He looked at Salem oddly, as most did, and tore their tickets in half, giving them back to Salem and speaking, “Your theatre is on the left..”
Karen thanked him but Salem never gave him another look as they walked past the kid, looking at his ticket to see they were in Theatre 7. Directly ahead was the massively overpriced concession stand, and on either side of the building was an entrance to the theaters. Above the entrance leading to the hallway on the left said: “Theatres 1-8.” The entrance above the wing on the right side of the room said, “Theaters 9-16.”
Salem smiled at Karen as they walked, “Shit, you know we gotta stock up on some munchies!”
Karen agreed, “of course!! But what movie are we seeing? …You didn’t tell me that you already had tickets.”
“Well…” Salem seemed to hesitate, “Its…it’s a special showing. I hope you like it...I was supposed to watch it last week but I never did because its soo damn long!”
Karen squeezed his hand, “What is it!?...Tell me, please!!”
Salem shook his head, “Nope…You’ll just have to wait and see!”
A young white kid stood behind the counter wearing his Emagine Pallidum work shirt that was too small for the kid that seemed to be at least fifty pounds overweight. His face was covered in soo many pimples that Salem had wondered if little creatures of some sort had been having a war on his face at night when he slept. His damn face looked like a battle ground with landmine explosions. Salem had ordered two large popcorns, two large cokes – one diet – and three boxes of sour patch kids. He didn’t even want to know what the total was, as he was confident it would equal his ZT Christmas bonus. …Fuckin theatre concession food was a fuckin rip-off!! They loaded up their food and went down the hallway to the left, as instructed by the kid working the door, and found theatre 7. There was another employee standing there with a red velvet rope blocking off the door to theatre 7.
“Fuck you doin!?” Salems face had turned from fun and high to: pissed the fuck off.
The kid could feel the anger in the wresters voice, “I um...I was waiting for you Mr. Shepard! This is your showing!”
Karen smiled and looked at Salem, “Just for us!? ...Salem, what are we seeing?”
“Well..” The kid blocking the door started to move the rope away as he spoke, “It was actually a special request from Mr. Shepard. His boss rented out the theatre for this tonight. I don’t think it’s a real movie, I think its---“
Salem, who had both his arms full with popcorn, head butted the kid as the popped, artificially yellow kernels flew from their buckets. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”
Karen gasped as the kid put both hands on his nose and stumbled back into the wall. Blood ran down from his hands, on his chin and dripped on his clothes and the floor. Karen took a step back, slightly confused, as Salem set the buckets of popcorn down and pinned the kid up against the wall. Shep could see that the kids nose was now facing the wrong direction as it gushed with blood. He could smell the blood and this made him want to dismember the boy – but he didn’t. The kid cried as he was pinned to the wall and Salem stuck his face up to the blood covered, horrified kid.
“You…YOU about ruined the whole FUCKING THING!!! ..Do you get that!? See, I didn’t tell this amazing beautiful lady what she was about to see tonight…AND YOU WERE GONNA FUCKIN RUIN IT!?” Shep heard his voice echo down the hall but there was nobody around. He let go of the kid and took a step back. “Listen…You’re gonna go in the bathroom, clean your fuckin face up, and tell your boss that you fell…or something…I don’t know…and I don’t really care. But if you say that *I* did it, ..then Im gonna fuckin kill you.”
Shep felt Karen’s hands around his waist and she tried to pull him back. He followed her motion and backed away from the kid, who quickly stepped around Shep and bolted down the hallway to the restroom, leaving a trail of dripping blood behind. Salem picked up the buckets of popcorn as Karen followed him and asked,
“Salem…Why did you do that to him?”
Salem only shrugged as he looked up at the empty theatre and told Karen to pick her spot. He watched her ass with each step she took until she got halfway up and went to the very center seat where they sat down. Pictures with soft music flashed across the screen as they got situated and Karen looked at Salem, asking him again.
“Tell me…Why did you do that to him?”
Salem didn’t really want to talk about it, “Cause he pissed me off….”
“Ive seen lots of people piss you off, Salem. But you never touched anyone unless it was a fight in someone’s backyard.”
Shep just watched the pictures change on the screen, eating a handful of popcorn before he replied, “I’ve changed a lot since then…Im not the same person that I used to be. Everything that I fought against, all the urges I resisted when we were kids…I don’t fight against that shit anymore. It made me weak. That’s the old me.”
Karen smiled and touched his leg, “I liked the old you. I liked the old you without the facepaint.”
“The facepaint is who I am now. I don’t take it off. Underneath is that soft bitch that I used to be. The one that ran from the voices in his head. I don’t run from them anymore, Karen….We are One now.”
“Oh no..” Karen muttered and looked away from Shep. She knew what that meant and she could feel disappointment in her stomach. She always had ‘a thing’ for Shep back in the day and was hoping to rekindle that old flame she had, ..but she had always feared what would happen if Salem had ever gone with his urges instead of thinking them through.
Salem pulled the lid off his coke and tore open a box of the Sour Patch Kids and poured the whole box into his coke, overfilling it and spilling some to the floor as he put the lid back on. Karen laughed but she was confused.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
Salem shot her an odd look, “What do you mean!?”
Karen pointed at the coke, “You just put all that sour candy in there!”
“Oh yeah!!! You never tried it!?” Salem took a sip and held it out for Karen, “Don’t tell me you’ve never put sour patch kids in your coke!? Shit girl, you gotta try it!! You get the sweetie sour goodness and the bubbles of the coke all at once!! It’s like an orgasm for your mouth!!
Karen took the coke and took a sip, giving her something similar to bitter-beer-face. “Oh Jesus! I don’t think it’s great, but I can see the orgasm in your mouth connection.”
Shep muttered, “…It won’t be the only orgasm in your mouth tonight..”
“What!?” Karen laughed as she smacked Salem on the shoulder. Her focus shifted and she went back to the previous subject. “Why did you change? …I mean, why did you give in after all these years?”
Salem sighed, “Well…I’ve talked about it before, but I know you don’t watch wrestling…Long story short: I can’t accomplish what I want in this business holding myself back. If I ignore who I really am, …shit makes me weak.”
Karen seemed to understand and changed the subject, “I bet it’s hard to get laid with that paint on, huh?”
“Shhiittt!!!” Salem laughed and rolled his eyes, “I can’t keep the girls OFF of me!! …Check this out!! The last girl I was with, she told me I had a high sperm count!!”
“How would she know that?”
“Well…” Salem looked at Karen with a smile, “She had to chew before she swallowed.”
“God, your fuckin gross, Salem!!” Karen had a sick look on her face, “She probably followed that up later with the three words that would hurt any man’s ego: ….Is it in?”
Shep gave her and odd look and threw popcorn at her, “Bitch, I’ll whip it out right here and show you different!!”
Karen held out both hands, “No please don’t!!! haha”
Salem's eyes grew wide, “You know…I do face a dick in a condom this week!”
Karen didn’t understand, “What!? ..what kinda match is that?”
Well, not like a real dick in a condom…Im going against Cap WCF…or uuhh, Cap Pantheon as he calls himself now...But he’s not getting away from the nickname that we have for him!!! Cap Condom!! It doesn’t matter what he does, or how good he isn’t, or what group he’s in…He will ALWAYS be Cap Condom!! …So I guess he rolls with the Pantheon crowd these days? Or does he not? Fuck, Im not even sure….Cause I don’t think the Pantheon douches want the WCF bottom feeder hanging around their group…Shit, I thought they had higher standards than that.
Or is he just calling himself Cap Pantheon for fun!? Does he think that by changing his name is going to make a difference in the ring? Does he think that people will fear him more, or some shit? No….Like I said, it doesn’t fuckin matter what his name is. Hes still the same worthless talent he’s always been. It’s not going to change anything, and it’s not going to stop me from beating his ass into the ground one more time. Fuck, in fact, all its gonna do is piss me off a little more since we lost to them…
So it may not have been a very good idea for him to change his stupid fuckin name; cause I want to fuckin destroy ANTYTHING that’s associated with Pantheon or anyone who wants to pretend their good enough to join that group. Fuck, Cap, the Brotherhood is a better fit for you with that band of losers that Bishop has assembled. I didn’t know there was soo much dead weight around here until I had a look at the Brotherhood roster….Jesus, with the exception of two people the rest of them are complete shit!!!
So after I fuckin obliterate this piece of shit for having a stupid name he can change it to something that won’t piss me off as much!! Something like: Cap Brohood. You fit in with those guys better than you do Pantheon, and don’t give me that shit about you being a Tag Champ. You didn’t win that fuckin belt! It was GIVEN to you are TomOHawk’s partner bailed, then J and I sent that piece of shit who tells Jack London stories to the hospital and he’s been gone for a looooooong fuckin time! The tag belts have become nothing but a fuckin disgrace because of people like you Cap, and the people that you’ve teamed up with.
It’s a fuckin joke!! There is no prestige to those Titles and you haven’t done anything to make them shine. You should be kissing Singh’s ass right now because he’s the only reason that you’ll hold that Tag belt longer than you deserve them. But this isn’t about the Tag Belts Cap, this is about some different. This is a match that you shouldn’t even be in….When you look at the field and the groupings, I see great wrestlers in every group…and I see a few nobodies. But our group? Shit Cap, you got the raw end of the deal on this one!! Do you REALLY think you can beat me? Or Singh? Or my boy Jason Cash!? NOOOO!!!! SORRY!!!! You don’t stand a fuckin chance dawg!!!
The previews ended and the lights in the theater started to dim. Several names appeared on the screen then slowly faded out as more names popped on the screen, several at a time, and this went on for a few moments.
"Is this a horror movie?" Karen asked with a curious look on her face.
"No!! It’s not a horror movie!" Shep leaned over to Karen and spoke in a lower tone, "It might be a horrible movie though...If it is, I apologize."
It was then that the title of the movie appeared on the screen with some soft background music. The Title read:
VII: Dirty Epic
The words faded out and were followed by:
A film by David Sanchez.
"Hey!" Karen sat up straight in her chair, "Isn’t that one of the guys you wrestle!?"
Shep only nodded as he shoveled popcorn in his mouth, 20% of it landing on his lap and not in his mouth as Karen continued, "Soooo...Were watching a promo?"
"No!! This damn promo was soo long that people said it took over an hour to watch, so I figured it would make a better movie! ....Now, Ssshhhh...Let’s watch!!" Shep put his finger over his lips and turned his attention back to the screen.
David Sanchez stepped out of the limo and put a cigarette in his mouth and Shep looked at Karen.
"So he smokes too?...Hhmm....Maybe that’s why he sucks? I bet he would have looked better at the last Slam if he didn’t smoke... I didn’t know you could smoke cigarettes in movies anymore. I thought they stopped doing that?"
Karen was annoyed, ...and bored. "This isn’t a real movie, Salem...It’s a promo!!!"
Shep quickly faced Karen and put his finger up to his lip again, "SSSHHH!!!!!!" Spit flew from his lips and hit Karen on the face. She wiped it away as Salem went back to focusing on his movie.
In the Movie, Sanchez walked down the concrete hallway of the jail and saw the inmate that he was visiting. When we saw the inmate on the screen Shep looked at Karen....
"Hello, Clarisse...." Shep said in his best Silence of the Lambs voice. Karen got it and shared a laugh with Salem.
"So..." Karen wasn’t sure what she was asking, "Isn’t he a Mayor, or something?"
Shep laughed, "HA! Yeah, he's the Mayor of NobodyGivesAFuckVille! ...This movie sucks so far, I give it two middle fingers up, and one thumb down."
"Well yeah....Its...not really a movie, ...you know this." Karen took a drink of her Coke, diet, and spit it all over the seat in front of her, "pppfttft....Fuck! Did you put those Sour Patch things in my drink too?"
Salem laughed again, "Fuck yeah I did!! You said it was like an orgasm in your mouth when you tried mine, so I hooked ya up!! I got enough Sour Patch Kids for both of us!!! ..and one box to eat!"
Karen wasn’t mad. She knew Salem played around most the time and she had always loved his weird sense of humor. On the screen the movie, or promo, continued to play...
"Oh...greaaaaat.." Shep rolled his eyes. "Now this has turned into a sad sob story. What is this, Fifty Shades of Fuccboi? Or a retarded Police Academy movie? ...They detectives now. How cute....Im sorry Karen, the acting in his movie is horrible."
Karen laughed, "ITS NOT A MOVIE!!!!!" She yelled, but in a playful tone.
"Oh, it’s not? Then why is it so long and being shown in a movie theater, Ms. Sexy Tits?
Karen blushed, "YOU had them show this, remember?" Karen smiled but looked away from Shep shyly, "...And don’t call me that."
"What!? Why!? Girl, you got the sexiest set of knockers I've seen in a loooong time. Check it out, at J's bachelor party I got a BJ from this chick; and when she took her shirt off her funbags were all wrinkled and deflated and they had blue veins in them and whatnot....Turns out I got a gummer hummer from a grandma. Your tits look waaaaaay better than hers, and I aint even seen yours outside those threads yet!"
Karen didn’t even know what to say. The look on her face suggested she was grossed out, disgusted and wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth.
"Uuummm..." Shep could see he fucked up, "Did I really just tell you that? Fuck! You know...I say some weird shit...that’s part of not ignoring the voices in my head anymore....Sometimes, ...uhh, ...I just, say whatever comes to my mind."
Karen put her hand on his leg, "I bet that gets you in trouble sometimes, doesn’t it?"
Sexual excitement started to well up in Shep, his mind spinning with all kinds of dirty thoughts and mental images of what he wanted to do with her. "Yeahhhh, uumm...It could, but I don’t have anyone to answer to."
Karen rubbed her hand on his leg as they both went back to watching the promo movie for a while. Karen slowly ate her popcorn piece by piece as Shep continued to shovel handfuls into his mouth. Shep took a sip of his Sour Patch Coke and mumbled, "This movie fuckin sucks...I don’t know if it’s a drama, a crime movie or some kind of action adventure.....Whatever it is, it fuckin blows. ...Does the WCF give these guys a budget to film something this long and awful?"
Karen looked bored as well, "We can do something else if you want?"
"Maybe in a minute...let’s see how this goes. Maybe he'll talk about me." Shep paused and glared at Karen, "....Or you just trying to end this date early?"
"No!! ...No, Im having a good time with you. I just, ...I just don’t like watching this..."
Shep nodded, "Good...I’ve been trying to get you on a date for three weeks now. Every time you fly back up here to Michigan you meet with Erik and go back to Houston after yall discuss business.....Never any time for you to see everyone’s favorite schizo..."
"You know I’ve been busy!! Mr. Black and I still have a lot to go over." Karen was sincere as she looked Shep in the eyes. "My bosses want more protection at the drill sites for our employees. People are still pissed about the DAPL; it’s gotten people all across the country fired up and they're taking it out on our rigs. Not just us, other companies too. One of our rivals had three people come up missing overseas...it’s a mess right now. But hey, I promised you that we would go out on a date - and here we are!"
Karen moved her hand to Shep's with a smile and wound her fingers into his. Salem could see that she was having a good time. Maybe the Sanchez movie didn’t appeal to her, but she was happy to just be with Shep - who had his attention back on the movie.
"Oh no..." Shep muttered to himself.
"What is it, Salem?"
"Are you seeing this shit, Karen!? ....Look at this movie, it’s in fuckin Spanish now. This shit movie needs fucking subtitles.....Oh, never mind, its back in English again."
Karen just glared at the screen as the promo played on, in English, only a few words in Spanish. Shep continued to mutter things to himself and occasionally swat at something in the air - even though there was nothing there. From the right side of the theatre several figures appeared and gazed up at the rows of seats; as one of the figures pointed at the couple sitting near the back of the room. Shep’s heartbeat began to speed up.....He didn’t need to see who these people were because he could smell them a mile away. ...Fuckin cops...
What do cops smell like, you ask? They smell like dick cheese mixed with the foulness of Lilith’s crotch, combined with the crusty chunks of dirt that fall from Moors fat folds and the moldy nacho cheese that Bishop hides in his beard. ...Put all that together, and that’s what fuckin cops smell like.
"Ah shit...It’s the damn pigs.." Salem tossed the rest of his popcorn on the floor and folded his arms across his chest. "I aint going to fuckin jail. I'll kill these bastards before I go to jail."
Karen was concerned as she grabbed Salem by the arm and pulled herself close to him, "Why!? ....What happened?"
Annoyed, Shep answered, "Cause I hit that dick in the face before we came in here and prolly broke his nose, remember?"
"Oh yeah..." Karen remembered and seemed disappointed. "HEY!! I have an idea!! Bite my arm. Like, ...bite that shit hard."
Karen held her arm out in front of Shep, who wasn’t sure if he should bite it or not. He liked to bite girls - just not like this! Salem had started to protest this move and ask Karen why she would want to do this, but she cut him off and demanded that he bite down on her arm until it bled. Salem saw the look in Karen’s dark eyes and knew she was serious. But before he clamped his jaw around her forearm like a bear trap he admired the soft, dark skin of Karen Hernandez. He had always wanted to taste her dark, Hispanic skin and then an odd thought ran through his mind....."I wonder if she tastes like beans or tortillas?"
It was a stupid thought, and he shook it from his mind and closed his jaw on Karen’s arm as the figures below made their way up the steps. Karen cringed, the tendons stood out in her neck but she never made a noise. The taste of iron filled his mouth and he swallowed it as he released the force of his jaw from her arm. He licked his lips and the lingering metallic taste in his mouth turned him on. Karen covered the wound with a napkin and did her best to appear fine even though she was clearly in some pain.
"That’s him!! ...That’s him!!" One of the figures yelled out, pointing at Shep as they approached.
The figures came into view. Two of the men were cops, both grossly overweight and Shep wondered if climbing the stairs had put them out of breath. The third figure was the young kid that worked at the theater - the one Shep had head butted and shattered his nose. He held a blood soaked towel to his face and tried to hide behind the two cops.
"Hes the one that broke my nose!!!" The kid said again, still trying to stay hidden behind the two fat cops.
"Sir, we need you to come out here with us." The older cop reached over to Shep and grabbed him by the arm. Salem jerked his arm loose and before he could say anything it was Karen that spoke up.
"What!?" Karen jumped up from her chair, "NO! He didn’t do anything wrong!! ...That asshole over there..." Karen pointed to the kid with the blood soaked towel, "...."He fuckin bit me like a child, so Salem defended me!!"
"THAT IS A LIE!!!" The kid yelled at Karen and the second cop said something quietly to him. Salem didn’t appreciate the kid yelling at Karen and as he stood up the other cop put a hand on Salem's chest, "Why don’t we all go out in the hallway, Mr. Shepard."
Salem was still pissed, "Yeah, we fuckin better!! That asshole bit my lady friend here!"
Karen stood up, holding the napkin to her arm, and the two walked down the steps followed by the kid and the two cops.
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There were no video cameras down the hallway and nothing to verify either story told. Karen claimed the kid had been an asshole, they had tried to get around him to get in the theater and that’s when the kid had bitten her on the arm and Shep defended her with a head-butt. Karen had worked it and Salem was impressed. She turned on the waterworks and seemed to fear the kid as if he was a monster like Jaymz or something. She really sold it. The kid didn’t help his own situation by screaming at Karen, hollering that she was a liar and a cunt.
Salem had kept his rage bottled up and he wanted to kill the kid; but he had to sell Karen’s story - and at the end of the night it was Karen that they believed. She had agreed not to press charges on the kid and pay his bill for the broken nose, and Salem had protested that offer, but Karen had insisted. At some point during the conversation Salem had seen the kids address on his ID that the cop was holding. He said the address to himself in his head seven times. Why seven? He remembered things when he repeated them seven times. 3847 Goldsborough Dr. was the kids address, and there was no way that Shep was going to forget it.
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(3:18am that night)
"3847 Goldsborough Dr.........3847 Goldsborough Dr....." Salem quietly repeated the address to himself as he stayed in the shadows of the night, quickly moving out of the street lights, avoiding attention, looking for 3847 Goldsborough Dr. Salem may have been a piece of shit, a former junkie and a morally corrupt person but there was one thing he was true to - keeping a promise. He had promised the kid at the theater that if he called the cops, Salem was going to kill him.
I guess he didn’t take me seriously...But Im a man of my word, and he will pay for bringing attention my way. His house is up here, I know it. He will end up the same way that Cap and Steven Singh will this week....All three of these men will wish that they hadn’t crossed my path. Jason Cash though? ...Hes my homie, but I guess we'll have to face off after we take out Cap and Singh. I don’t want to have to fight Cash because I fuckin train with the guy and he knows me just as well as I know him.
The two hardest people for me to beat are Crazy J and Cash because them mother fuckers know all my moves!! Hell, they taught me most of them!!! ...So I have a disadvantage when I eventually have to face Cash one on one in that ring in a few days. ..I cant say Im looking forward to that part. The only part Im looking forward to is us beating the fuck outta the Tag Champs. ..Or well, the Tag Champion and his little tag along: Cap Condom. This is like a two on one fight for Singh because, yes, Cap will be the first one to go. ...Then Singh...
Then I gotta take down my homie so I can move on to the next round. What kind of weird fuckin match is this anyway!? The first round isn’t going to be that hard cause Cash and I will just toss Cap over the ropes - and Hes eliminated. Then we'll do the same to Singh, even though he'll put up more of a fight than Cap will.....It'll be a little harder to toss him over the ropes but is it impossible!? Fuck no!!! Like I said, it'll be two on one after we easily eliminate Cap....Then we can get down to the meat of the match: Cash vs. The Schizo!!!
It'll finally give me the chance to see how far I’ve come since that bastard knows all my moves. If I can beat Cash, that means Im doing things the right....Then I get to move on to the next round with a giant ball that drops weapons or some shit out of it. Yeah, it’s weird, and there’s really nothing on the line either. I just get to beat the fuck out a few guys, then move on to another round and beat the fuck outta more guys, then win and claim that Im the best.
Headlights approached ahead of Salem and he ducked behind a blue trash bin, staying hidden until the car passed.
But, ya know, Im the best there is ANYWAY!!!!!!! Singh might have something to say about that, and yeah, the guy is one of the best there is in the WCF....But can he outlast two members of Zero Tolerance? ...Well, never mind, that’s a stupid fuckin question. OF COURSE HE CANT!!!!! I gotta know Singh, what’s it like being handcuffed to someone who has no business being in this match? Think about it...I bet it really pisses you off that you’re stuck dragging him around, pulling more weight than you should just because Cap can’t get the job done.
How does it feel knowing that you are STUCK with him until you decide that you don’t want to do all the extra work, all the extra effort....and just lose those Tag Belts. Ya know, Cash and I wouldn’t have any problem taking them from you both - and Im sure you wouldn’t mind - but we don’t get that chance this week. ...You know you don’t want those belts anyway, do you Steven? You sure are a cocky, arrogant dickhead - and I don’t really like you. ...Not that you give a shit, Im sure.
I know you won’t come right out and say it, but you want something else...You want a different piece of Gold. I know that Tag Champ isn’t the belt you want, I know you have your sights set on something higher than that. You just don’t seem like a Tag guy, much less with a guy that has NO BUSINESS holding a Title belt at all. We’ve never really gone against each other except for the few hits we exchanged at War, ...but that wasn’t enough to really say we’ve battled it out before.
But I’ve watched your matches ...and to say that you have no skill would be a lie. To say that you don’t have a successful future in his business would be a lie too. Yeah, you one of the best talents that the WCF has to offer. And no, Im not kissing your ass or saying I respect you...because I don’t. There are very few people here that I actually respect, but that doesn’t mean I'm stupid and can’t see that you are a real threat. ...Because you are a threat. Too bad you have to face off against ZT with that piece of shit you call a Tag Partner.
Salem smiled as he saw the house. 3847 Goldsborough Drive. He quickly crossed the street, making sure nobody saw him, and stood in the shadows facing the dark house with no lights on.
I don’t think you know what Seth got you into this time Singh...Yeah, you made a name for yourself at War, as did I, and we two were pretty damn dominate. But you verses two ZT guys? ...Yeahhhh, those odds just aint in your favor, homie. I’ve wondered though, since this is just a big free-for-all match, are you going to help Cap? Are you going to put him on your shoulders and carry him through this match, or you gonna try and beat the fuck outta him too? I would say, "Help him help you" but you guys don’t have that push-pull that Cash and I do.
You guys aren’t the team that Cash and I are, you two don’t have the chemistry that Cash and I do. And that’s why it will be me or Cash that win this match. Yeah, I know, I know, ...it’s an elimination match and not a tag match. But were gonna fuckin fight it like its two on two and even though only one person can win; if I see Cash going over that top rope before yall gone Im gonna pull his ass back in the ring!! That way we can make sure its ZT versus ZT and one of us will fight in the final match with the big ball of weapons.
What will your excuse be for this loss, Steven? ...No, Im not calling you "superstar" or Mr. Singh, Im going to call you Steven. ...And after I win, I'll just call you: My Bitch. We’ve already seen what a real bitch that you are anyway, ...crying that you couldn’t make it to your match because Lilith...A GIRL...hit you with a chair. That really stopped you from getting to your match!? ...really? Fuckin Lilith?....And you talk all this big game about how fuckin tough you are, but that scrawny, ugly bitch can keep you down with a few whacks from a chair!?
I got bad news for ya Steve....Im a helluva lot stronger than Lilith, and my fist will deliver more command than what Lilith did with that chair. ...Maybe you aren’t as good as you think you are? Oh I know, you'll brag that you haven’t really lost a fuckin match here in the WCF like you have before. Guess what? I said that shit at one time too - then Battle made quick work of my ass and I got pinned faster than Lilith’s crotch spreading disease blows through Pantheon.
This will be the last time you pound your chest and scream that nobody has beat you…I hope you’ve really thought this through because you HAD to realize that a day would come when you would collapse in defeat. …Well, Steve, that day is coming up pretty goddamn fast!! But just think about it, …at least you’ll get to claim that your first loss was to one of the greatest young talents in the game. …And as you get old, you can look back and tell your grandkids that your first loss was to a future World Champion and wrestling legend.
Shep opened the gate to the backyard and closed it behind him. He stood in silence for a moment waiting to see if there was a dog in the backyard….but he heard nothing.
I know what lays ahead of me Steve, I know the route Im on, ..and I know there’s going to be bumps in the road - but that isn’t going to stop me from being one of the best in the business. I learned a long time ago that you can’t get too high or too low. ..I learned to shake off a big win just as quick as an ugly loss. …You don’t seem to think that way because all you see is what you’ve done…You keep looking at the past and making excuses…FUCKIIN EXCUSES!!!
You think that we give a shit you beat some nobodies with Cap strapped to your back. You want everyone to treat you like a fuckin superstar, Steve, but superstars aren’t making excuses….superstars aren’t getting beat with chairs by Lilith either.. I don’t think this will be the last time you have to stand across from Zero Tolerance in the ring, in fact, you’re lucky it’s taken this long. If Seth had booked any of us against you, there wouldn’t be this talk of “I’ve never really lost!!” …and all this Golden shit that I don’t really understand…You’re Gold? No, you look like an ordinary white guy.
You’re not gold, you’re not a God….You’re not any of that. How hard is it to carry on a nickname like Golden God when ZT whoops your ass? Wouldn’t that depreciate the value of the Gold or take away from that “God” status? ….Golden God, huh? …I didn’t know a God couldn’t withstand a chair shot from Lilith, so that right there tells me you aint no real God. …You gotta learn how to pick better nicknames, Steve. Like mine!! It’s basic, simple and boring but it’s me: Schizo. That skank Lilith removed the God part already; and Cash and I are gonna remove the Golden part here in just a few more days.
You the type of dumbass that looks ahead to the next round of this thing…You prolly wondering what kind of weapons are in that ball while Im worried about making sure I’m the last man in the ring just to get to that next round. …Because you’re a “superstar,” right? You don’t have to worry about scrubs like Cash and myself, right? You don’t have to worry about these “mid-card level” guys …Like you assume everyone is, right? Hell, watching your promos, you’re the only big time mother fucker here!!!
He walked to the backdoor and turned the doorknob, it was locked. He quietly checked window after window….
Bates aint shit, Corey Black aint shit, Battle wasn’t shit – God rest his soul – and Bishop aint shit either, right? You walk around here with your chest stuck out thinking that you’re the best; acting like you can never be defeated and the savior of the WCF. …that’s cute. But when you don’t have to square off against ZT and Pantheon every week that’s the kind of attitude that you get. …You’ve never been in a battle with either group, so until you are, and until you can show the world that you can take down ZT and Pantheon….You aint no fuckin superstar – because you haven’t beaten anyone worth a shit as far as I’m concerned.
You haven’t beaten any of the guys I just mentioned a second ago and you haven’t beaten anyone from the two groups I just mentioned…..So who have you beaten? These wins against nobodies have inflated your ego higher than Flash’s. It wont be fireworks and confetti that explode everywhere breaking in the New Year, its going to be your ego that explodes when Cash and I toss your ass out of the ring….
So look back on 2016 and the worthless pieces of shit that you’ve beaten; remember 2016 as the year that you made a name for yourself….Every step forward that you’ve taken in the WCF will be offset when I stand in the ring, alone, as the winner of our match and move on to the finals. And hopefully you’ll be standing outside the ring at that point, because Im going to fuckin let you hear ALLLLLLLL about it when I win. I’ll be sure to rub it in and let you know that you aint no Superstar, Steve.
I’ll let you know that you cant run around here screaming, “I have never been defeated!!!” …because the schizo is gonna hand you that first loss….And then what are you gonna claim? What else are you going to say over and over and over again, and keep preaching it like anyone really gives a shit!? You can say “I’ve beaten all the mediocre talent, but Im Zero and One against real wrestlers!!!” …I just don’t expect you to say that though. I have to apologize to Jason Cash….because I have to use everything he’s taught me against him.
I have to show him that the student is better than the master; or however the fuck that saying goes…But I don’t apologize to the Tag Champs. Cap knows that he can’t beat us consistently because he got lucky ONE time. ONE time!!!! He acts like that one match is the only time we’ve faced off, but I guess he forgets about all the losses that he’s suffered at the hands of ZT. And I bet he keeps telling Steve about the time he faced ZT and beat us and not all the other matches….Not that Steve needs anymore hot air blown into his head, cause that mother fucker is delusional enough as it is.
Im not gonna sit here and tell you that “this is the year of Zero Tolerance” because everyone says that. We don’t just pick a year to be dominating, we fuckin STAY dominate. EVERY YEAR is the year of Zero fuckin Tolerance …and nothing’s going to change. We’re gonna be just as dominate in 2017 as we’ve always been. The only difference in 2017 is, we’ll be here all twelve months to terrorize this place. We got a late start in 2016 by getting here in August and we still have a lot of Titles to win, a lot of bitches to beat and lots of Pantheon to destroy. …but you come first, Steve. You and Cap, and then unfortunately, Jason Cash has to fall as well….
Shep dug through his pocket and pulled out a small tool as he circled back to the backdoor, seeing that all the windows were locked and this was his only way in. He put the small tool into the lock of the door and seconds later he disappeared into the darkness of the house and the scene faded….