Post by Salem Shepard on Aug 19, 2016 15:50:10 GMT -5
(10:17pm)
“Go!!!! Shit man, fuckin drive!!” Shepard said from the backseat of Crazy J’s jeep. He was sitting on the back passenger side, his sister lying out across the seats, her head in Shepard’s lap. Claire’s eyes were closed, and her white sleeveless shirt was covered in vomit and there was dried blood on her left arm, where the rest of her track marks were.
“I am mother fucker!!” Crazy J said, keeping his focus on the road. He didn’t want to say anything a few moments ago, but he almost did. He was glad he had a Jeep so they wouldn’t be enclosed with that fucking smell of vomit from her shirt. Crazy J hung a hard right at the intersection, “The hospitals only a few blocks away. ..Almost there.”
Shepard sat there in the back looking at his sisters pale face resting on his leg (He didn’t notice the smell of vomit) pissed off at her, pissed off at the world. He had gotten his way out of that shit, but she didn’t!! Why!? …Stupid bitch!! Stupid fucking bitch!! Seconds seems like hours in the backseat of that car wondering if she was going to die or not. Claire was the only real family that he had left and he had been trying to get her out of there since he had gotten signed to ZT and the WCF…Crazy J had even come over here with him several weeks ago; also trying to convince her to get out of that neighborhood. But Claire didn’t want to be a burden to her brother, and though she would never tell him - she didn’t want his fucking help. She was happy being a junkie. But this time she was lucky.
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Shep had only come over to check on her and grab what few bills she had so he could pay them…He wasn’t about to give her cash. Fuck no!! You don’t give a junkie cash!! He had a bad feeling on his way over there tonight and he knew something was wrong. He had talked to her earlier in the day and she sounded just fine, …she sounded sober. That meant that she hadn’t been awake long, and even though she was a junkie she had standards to make her feel like she was “in control.” She wouldn’t start getting high until around 2pm. But it was after 10pm when they arrived and he knew something was wrong. He jumped out of the jeep and ran up to the door not even knocking, just busting his way in. But he unexpectedly hit the door on the way in as it was locked. Crazy J laughed but Shep didn’t notice. Thoughts of finding his father dead in his home as a child came to the front of his mind and he tried to push it away but he couldn’t. Crazy J came up from behind and kicked in the door, surprising Shep and he moved out of the way, and into the house. And there was Claire, on the floor with a needle in her arm laying in a pile of her own vomit. In the fraction of a second he surveyed the situation as he made his way over to his sister. She passed out before she could even get the needle out of her arm. When he got to her, he stood there and froze until Crazy J came up from behind and brought him back to reality as J yanked the needle from her arm and yelled at Shepard to pick her up. Shep did and he looked around the house, it was a fucking mess and it looked like people had been living here, fucking here and shooting up here….Fuckin crack house is what it turned into. He wanted to dump the bitch right back there on the floor and leave her sorry ass there!! He was pissed!! …But no, he couldn’t do that to his sister. She had helped him before and gotten him through shit when times were tough. He couldn’t let her die like this. Crazy J was at the front door screaming for him to “Come on!! Let’s go!!!” and Shep carefully stepped over old trash and needles and got his sister into the jeep.
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(11:24pm)
Crazy J and Shepard sat in the waiting room, Crazy J playing a game on his phone, occasionally laughing for what seemed like no reason at all. There were a few other people who would stare when neither of the guys was looking. The facepaint and the random laughter from Crazy J were scaring them. Shepard pulled out his Vape box knowing he had to ninja-vape in a hospital. He made sure nobody was looking and as soon as he got it up to his painted face,
“OH SHIT!!! Shep brought the robot penis with him!!!” Crazy J stomped his feet on the tile and laughed. Nobody else laughed, they were all looking at Shepard, who looked guilty as fuck.
“Man!!...This..it…fuuuck!! …Its not a stick mod, it’s a box!! A fuckin box mod!!” He stood up and held the box out, showing the rest of the people in the waiting room, “Its not a robot penis…or a goddamn dildo!!..Its a nicotine…uhh….Inhalant, …contraption...thing!”
Crazy J pulled Shep back down in the seat, “Sit yo ass down!!! …Why you gotta be loud and make a scene like that!?”
“Me?” Shepard looked shocked and frustrated. “You put me out there on Front Street!!”
Crazy J seemed to think this over for a moment, “Oh yeah..I guess I did, didn’t I?” Shepard just rolled his eyes and gave hateful, pissed off looks to the people still looking at them. Moments later a baby started to cry at the other end of the waiting room; the young mother tried to console the baby but it wasn’t working. Crazy J glanced up from his phone and glared at them but the mother didn’t notice as the baby continued to cry. Crazy J grew frustrated with the crying baby and spoke up.
“HEY!!!! Will you shut that asshole up!?”
The people in the waiting room gasped and the mother shot Crazy J a “go to hell” look as she responded, “Fuck you too, asshole!! Hes hungry, and there’s NOTHING I can do about it here!!!”
“Well…” Crazy J said as he stood up and put his phone in his pocket. “Why don’t you whip out one them titties and feed him then? …I’ll come sit right next to you.” This time it was Shepard who pulled Crazy J back to his chair and made him sit down, even though J had other ideas.
“J…dawg…You gotta think about Lisa!!”
“What!? I wasn’t gonna do anything…I just wanted to see one them titties, maybe get a feel of...NO!!..You’re right”
Crazy J sat there and sulked as Shepard looked on, still stressing over his sister and hoping to get good news, ..any news, sometime soon. Neither of them had noticed that a person in the waiting room had gone to complain to a nurse and now a security guard stood in the corner of the room, no doubt chomping at the bit to cuff them for nothing. A doctor came around the corner, looked around and found the two painted goofballs sitting against the wall, “Mr. Shepard?”
Shepard shot up from the chair, “yeah! That’s me!”
The doctor nodded, “Well, I have some good news.” He started to continue but Crazy J cut him off…
“Did she have a boy or a girl!?” He jumped up and down with an excited look on his face, but Shepard and the doctor shared the same look of confusion as they stared at him. “…Whats wrong? …Holy shit…HOLY SHIT!!...She had one of those babies with boy and girl junk didn’t she!?”
Shepard shook his head, “NO!!!!! She was almost dead!!! Did you forget!? Daammn!!!”
Crazy J’s excitement instantly faded, “…oh…oh yeah, Im so sorry for her cancer.”
The doctor slapped the file of papers he was holding on his leg and sighed… The duo could see that he was getting pissed and the security guard had started to waddle his fatass over to the area and stood next to the doctor. He held out his hand to say something and briefly closed his eyes. The doctor couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing and he took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Ok, Im talking to Mr. Shepard…Mr. Shepard, she’s going to survive this overdose. I want to say that she’s going to be ok, but Im concerned that I’ll see her again…and…I don’t think we’re going to be having the same conversation. We’re going to keep her for the night, but I suggest you get her into rehab as quick as you possibly can. She needs all the help she can get right now.”
Crazy J even seemed to realize the seriousness of the conversation as Salem spoke, “We’ll get her all the help she needs….Can we go in there and see her now?”
“Oh, no..Im sorry. She was out of control and shes pretty pissed at the world right now. Let her sleep it off, ok?” The doctor nodded and smiled at Shepard as he turned around and walked off. The security guard didn’t, he stood there watching them as if something was going on. Shepard didn’t like the look, and the voices in his head didn’t like the look either. He told Crazy J he wanted to go outside and he quickly left the waiting room with Crazy J following him. J stopped and winked at the young mother with the baby, and she returned the wink with a one fingered salute. Crazy J smiled and ran outside to find Salem. It didn’t take him long, he was sitting on the curb, vaping. Crazy J sat down next to him and didn’t say a word for the next several minutes but as each second passed by, Shepard’s breathing picked up and the anger inside him continued to rise. He looked over at Crazy J and spoke quietly to him, trying to keep his conversation away from the camera. After Shepard finished talking Crazy J stood up and nodded, “Ok..Let me call Jaymz...This is what he does best..”
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(2:09am)
They sat in the parking lot of the hospital in J’s Jeep as a truck came down the row of cars and a beer can shot out the driver window and landed the back of another pickup truck……“WOO!! Fuck yea!!! I done made eryone tanight!” That would be our hillbilly hero, Jason Cash. He parked next to J’s jeep on the passenger side and he popped another beer open and started singing whatever horrible country song he had playing in his truck. The passenger side of truck opened and Jaymz stepped out and towered over the old pickup. He looked pissed, as always. Without a word, he slammed the door and walked around the back side of the truck wearing his long black jacket and squeezed into the backseat of the jeep, somehow.
“AAYY” Cash yelled, “Yall need any fuckin help – ya just fuckin call me…And don’t do that facetime shit, J…I don’t want see your ass takin a shit EVER ‘gain!!!”
“Lets go..” Jaymz grumbled from the backseat.
“Aaawww…what is it big man?” Cash leaned out his window as he spoke, “You don’t like being wrong!? I fuckin told yer old ass I could drink 6 sumbitchin beers on the way here!!!”
Cash laughed and continued to sing as he pulled out of the parking lot and left. Crazy J backed the Jeep out of the parking spot and followed Cash out of the parking lot, as another beer can shot from his truck window and landed in another pickup bed. The turned different directions, Cash was going home – but these three were headed to the worst part of town - to Claire’s neighborhood. Jaymz adjusted his big self to the backseat and sat in the middle so he could see both J and Shepard.
“So whats the plan?” Jaymz asked.
Shepard explained the situation to him about Claire, but he knew Claire and even if she went to rehab shes the type that would relapse with little hesitation if she was pressured. He told Jaymz that he knew her dealer; he had known this guy since he was a little kid. His name was Royce and Shepard had gone to his house two weeks ago and tried to explain his concern for his sister and asked Royce to cut her off. Royce obviously hadn’t stopped, and he decided this time he wasn’t going to be as nice. Salem explained to Jaymz he wanted to sneak in his house and rough him up. Jaymz gave him an odd look and asked “You just want to rough him up?”
“Well yeah..” Salem said, “Were gonna go over there and beat his fucking ass and put a stop to this shit.” Jaymz leaned back in the seat and sighed in displeasure not saying a word. Salem asked …“What?? ..What’s wrong with it!?”
Jaymz lit a cigarette to the disapproval of Crazy J and asked, “Then why the fuck do you need me here kid?”
“I don’t know!!!!” Salem was getting frustrated, “J was one that called you!! He said you could help!!...You are big and intimidating!!”
Crazy J just smiled as the three men drove on in silence. Shepard didn’t know what he had gotten himself into when Crazy J said that he would call Jaymz, because Jaymz wasn’t the type of guy you sent to “rough people up.” Jaymz was the end of the line guy; he was the guy that solved problems…Usually in a bloody fashion. Jaymz took care of business in the only way he knew how. It was Crazy J that broke the silence.
“Hey Jaymz, do you know if Erik talked to Kira?”
“Yeah I don’t know. He was in his office on the phone screaming at someone earlier. Could have been him, we probably owe him another check and he’s got to sign some papers.”
Crazy J laughed, “Listen to you talking business! Haha…I never thought I would see the day you took an office job!”
“Fuck you….”
Shepard spoke up, “So why did yall decide to dump Kira so suddenly?” Crazy J laughed and Jaymz looked at Shepard like he was dumb and replied, “He just didn’t have it, kid.”
“Cmon Homie!!” Crazy J yelled. “You saw him!! He fuckin lost, Cash and I both saw it coming so that’s why we got to the ring as quick as we could. This is the WCF man, and you gotta carry your weight here. And you do, Shep, but we could see Kira struggling, and we weren’t going to let him bring Zero Tolerance down. Nope, fuck that…ZT has always been strong and that isn’t going to change.”
“There is one change..” Jaymz interrupted, “Erik said Shep can start coming to the meetings now, hes getting him a company card and everything. That kinda makes you ‘official’ now, so stop walking around here like the new guy, or that you’re beneath us…it annoys me. You’re ZT just as much as my old tag team partner here is.”
Crazy J perked up, “Ooohh..thats soo sweet of you old man. Look at you being nice to my new partner!!”
“Shut up and don’t be stupid.” Jaymz grunted. “Are we almost there yet?”
“yeah, yeah, yeah….Settle down backseat driver!!!! ..You’re almost as annoying as Bishop!!”
Shepard laughed, “Ah yeah, that guy talked a big game didn’t he!?
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So here we are, Zero fucking Tolerance, sitting here at three-and-oh and we’ve beaten ten asses in our three weeks here, one of them being the peoples champion. I sit here and laugh because YOU ALL sat there and laughed at US. You all laughed at the hillbilly and the two guys with their faces painted and even last week most of you still doubted us, and here we are…With another win and this one that came over the peoples champion and two guys that never even deserved to be in the ring with us to begin with. Oh yeah, Im quite familiar with what happened in our match and the way our match was won, ..Im aware of that. But hang on and let me rewind the show, …give me a second….Ok, yup, here it is – let me see…Ok, yeah we won!!!! It doesn’t matter how it all went down, because the only thing that matters is that ZT is still undefeated in the WCF, and Im still undefeated in my entire wrestling career!!!! With Kira gone, Im now the real third member of Zero Tolerance 2.0, and for most of its existence its been a three man show that dominated and so far, we’ve picked up where the original version left off. But did guys like Kevin Bishop want to hear that? NO!! I know why Bishop destroyed one of his own partners in the match, its because he was too scared to get pinned by ZT himself.. He knew they were going to lose the match, and most importantly, he knew that once he got in the ring with ZT – that we are better than he is. Bishop thought he could run us out of the ring just because were the new guys, and did that happen? No, it sure as fuck didn’t. So far, every single one of you has chosen the hard way to learn what were about, and that’s fine with us, because kicking ass is my favorite thing in the whole fucking world!!! But something tells me that we have all your attention now, …cause we’ve gotten to the point where you can’t ignore us or overlook us any longer. The days of the WCF have changed, and several years from now we’ll all look back at the summer of 2016 and see exactly when the WCF was sent to its knees. When we told you that Zero Tolerance was here we weren’t fucking playing around, …we meant it…and we’ll continue to shake up the WCF and make every single one of you our bitches. It was only a matter of time before the people behind the scenes saw that sending us scrub talent to destroy wasn’t going to make us happy, it wasn’t going to keep us satisfied…and even though we didn’t get the pin on Bishop himself, that win was enough to briefly satisfy the hunger that we have to take out the very best….But let me tell ya, I was ready for more the very next day. ..And this is the week that we get to feast. This is the week that the whole world gets to see that we aren’t some fucking joke, that were superior to the talent that’s been tossed at us, and this is the week we get to take down the Brotherhood and the best in the business, the World Champion, Gemini Battle. Holy fuck. Now, I’ve had hopes of improving my skill and getting into the ring with Gemini and taking on the best in the world, but in my third career match!?!? Holy fuckin shit!! That shocks me more than the time I DIDN’T get a disease from fuckin a hooker with no rubber!! I about fell over in my chair when I got the text from Cash with our match this week!! After three matches Zero Tolerance is in the fucking main event with a rookie wrestler!? Goddamn, I gotta tell ya, if we can accomplish this much in three weeks, imagine what were capable of doing over three months? …or three fucking years? Im glad the higher-ups have been paying more attention to Zero Tolerance than the rest of you fuckwads in the ring, because it’s obvious that they know real talent when they see it!!! How many of you have been in the main event this quick? This is Cash and J’s fourth match here and this will only be my third. How many of you came here and faced the Peoples champion in back to back weeks with the World Champ thrown in the mix? That just proves our dominance in the ring up to this point and I don’t care who our wins were over so far…You have to start at the bottom, we all do….but the difference between ZT and the rest of yall is: we rose to the top faster than any of you. We took care of our business and didn’t fuck around like yall did; and look where that got us. It got us a main event match with two pieces of shit and the World Champion.
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(3:03am)
“You fucked a hooker?” Crazy J looked up at Shepard from the driver seat with one eyebrow raised under the paint…”Is that what you said?”
Salem rolled his eyes, “Is that all you got out of my weekly rant? The one time I fucked a hooker?”
“And you did it with no RUBBER!?!? Crazy J was appalled.
“Dude….Lets go. Jaymz we –“ Shepard looked in the backseat and Jaymz was gone.
Neither of the men had noticed that Jaymz had stepped out of the jeep while Salem rambled on. They had parked a block away from Royce’s house on a side street with not much light. Jaymz had walked up to the intersection and only his giant silhouette and the glowing cherry from his cigarette could be seen. There were lights on the street running east and west along the intersection and Jaymz stayed in the shadows. Royce’s house was just east of here, several blocks down. Most the houses were run down, old cars parked in the yards where grass once grew. Most of these places were crackhouses, and the abandoned ones were the nastiest of them all. Crazy J and Shepard stepped out of the jeep and surveyed the area. It was all fences on this side of the street and they walked along the sidewalk to the corner next to Jaymz and they peered down both sides of the street. Most the lights in the houses were off and not a car could be seen in either direction, besides the ones parked in the street and in the yards. Crazy J asked where Royce’s house was and Salem pointed in that direction with the blue car in the driveway. Crazy J looked around at all the street lights, knowing it wasn’t a good idea for two painted up white boys and a seven foot giant to just go strolling down the sidewalk. This wasn’t Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood. And this wasn’t a neighborhood that the cops even liked to cruise through either. For all they cared, these crackheads could OD and kill each other off and it would save them the trouble of dealing with it. Jaymz tossed the cigarette butt down and smashed it out with his enormous boot. “alright” The giant muttered.
Jaymz started to walk into the streetlights, his massive shadow stretched down the streets as he got to the middle of the intersection. As he stepped into the middle of the intersection that’s when Salem felt it. It felt like being in an airplane or a tornado, the pressure built up in his ears and he popped them as quick as he could. Chills ran up his spine and gave him goosebumps. He disliked the feeling of the air around him…He didn’t like the pressure, and he sensed there was something else in the air…Something that he could feel, but nothing that he could see. It horrified him and it worried him that it would make the voices return as he was getting nervous and starting to sweat. He looked at Jaymz and noticed the giant man no longer had brown eyes as they were solid black; a black soo dark it made the night sky look like daylight. Again, chills ran down his spine as all the streetlights instantly shut off, and the pressure in the air around them seemed to return to normal. Jaymz walked back over to his friends and told them they would wait here for a minute, as anyone awake would look out the window and notice every light down the street had shut off…..
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(4:28am)
They had been there for over an hour. Royce, a black man with massive arms in a white sleeveless shirt, was tied up in a chair in the living room. Blood came from both his nostrils and the front of his shirt was soaked in blood. Jaymz sat across from his in a chair, giving Royce the same unpleased look he gave everyone else. Royce was too beaten and too tired to even speak at the moment. Crazy J leaned against the wall close to Jaymz as Shep paced nervously around the house. He didn’t like how this was going down, he had asked Jaymz three different times if he was going to kill Royce, and Jaymz only grunted. Shep didn’t want to kill anyone - not outside the wrestling ring anyway. Shep looked around the house, it was dirty with old beer bottles littering the floor, but his eye kept going back to the syringe and the heroine on the table. The same shit that had put his sister in the hospital. Every time he looked over on the kitchen table he was mixed with anger towards Royce, empathy for his sister and that deep urge of an addict that never goes away was creeping further and further to the front of his mind. “NO!!” He told himself. He beat that shit years ago and he wasn’t about to go back. **SMACK** Shepard heard the noise and looked over just in time to see Royce go flying across the living room in the chair, the side of his face bouncing on the floor. Royce was a tough bastard and he wasn’t telling Jaymz what he wanted to hear. Jaymz got up from the chair and walked over to Royce, “You think you’re a bad mother fucker don’t you?” He grinned a little, “They all do…but I break ‘em ..every..time.”
Jaymz picked Royce up in the chair with one hand and sat him back up right. He placed his foot on the chair to keep it in place as he swung and busted open what was left of Royce’s nose. Blood shot across the room and landed on Shepard’s shirt, spraying across the wall and Royce moaned in pain as his eyes rolled around in his head. Shepard became more nervous and paced around the house and then went down the hall, into the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet lid. ….and finally, the voices came…
“You junkie…”
“No, you’re not a junkie..”
“YES YOU ARE!!!!”
“You’ve been shooting up again, haven’t you?”
Shepard started to rock back and forth on the toilet as he placed both hands on his ears and muttered incoherent words to himself. He could hear Crazy J laughing in the other room as there came a loud noise of something hitting the floor. He knew what it was, it was Royce taped in his chair, no doubt taking another tumble to the floor.
“How can you say you’re not a junkie?”
“Of course you are..”
“No, you beat that.”
“No you didn’t, look at your arm…”
Shepard looked at his right arm and there was nothing there. He looked at his left arm and there was a needle in it, still in his skin bouncing around with every move. He jumped up from the toilet, stumbling as he did and pulled the syringe from his arm. He saw it hit the floor and it was gone. He looked around, he moved the rug and looked under the counter but he didn’t see it….It was as if it had disappeared. He looked in the bathroom mirror and saw the sweat coming off his painted face. He looked at his arm again and saw blood where the syringe was and wiped it away…Except the blood didn’t disappear, it smeared down his arm and across his hand. He freaked out, backed against the wall like an animal trapped in a corner. Fuck, he was a junkie!!! He knew that syringe was real!!!! His eyes got wide and looked around the bathroom and saw what he was looking for: a window. He opened the window, crawled through it and bailed outside disappearing into the night. Little did he know, the blood on his arm was the same blood on his shirt, Royces blood.
Jaymz knew. He instantly stopped hitting Royce in the pulverized face with his blood soaked fist and glared at Crazy J, “Hes not here. Hes gone. Go get him.”
Crazy J looked confused and shook his head at Jaymz, “What? Who!?”
“Shep, goddamnit!!! Hes not here. He left…trust me.”
Crazy J understood what he meant and bolted out the front door with his cell phone in hand, calling our Hillbilly Hero. Before he could reach the door he looked back at Jaymz, “Hey – you coming or what!?”
“Yeah…but Im gonna do what you brought me here to do first.”
Crazy J only nodded as he knew what the giant meant. He saw Jaymz grasp Royces face with his fingers and apply pressure around his skull. Crazy J heard Royce moan in pain…. He closed the door behind him as Royce screamed and Jaymz applied more pressure to his face that was followed by a few hollow pops, and then a sickening wet crunch….
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It didn't take us long, these two partners of mine told me exactly what would happen - but a part of me didn't believe it because I'm a fuckin rookie!! And at that time we still had the dead weight Kira around, so I believed we.....well I....would struggle early on in the WCF but that hasn't been the fucking case at all!! They told me, "Salem, we're gonna tear this fuckin place apart from the beginning!!" ..and look where we is now. I've seen the shit some yall posted on the internet this week and I even threw my two cents in there for good measure. Again, these fucking morons still give us no respect at all...and ya know what? That's fine with me! I'm confident in what we can do, and that confidence is built on only two career matches!! I'm sure all the new guys come in and spout off at the mouth about how "they’re going to be the greatest!!" …but how many of them have backed it up? How many of them came here and took on the World Champ in ANY kind of match as quick as we did!? Stepping into the ring with Gemini Battle is intimidating, no doubt. I never expected to see the World Champ standing across from me in the ring this early in my career, but hey, he aint gonna get treated no different than anyone who's stood in ZT's way before. He's one of the few people that I have respect for here, but that respect isn't going to stop me from doing whatever I can to him in the ring and helping my ZT brothers win the fight. Gemini talks about the old Zero Tolerance and…somewhere along the way, he ran across Crazy J. J has never told me this before, but there's a lot I don't know about Zero Tolerance.. Gemini talks so highly of me - he even got me blushing under my paint this week. I guess he’s the only fool around here that understands what were about, and if you listen to him closely, he gets the message that we’ve been sending. He understands the violence that we can cause in the ring. ..Maybe yall should listen to him, maybe people will take us a little more seriously when the World Champ says that ZT, as a whole, is more of a force than most stables that have ever walked through these doors. Just what I see on the outside, Battle and I have a lot in common and he seems to understand what I go through on a daily basis. There’s a thin line of mutual respect between ZT and Battle, and as I said, I had respect for him the day we walked thought the doors of the WCF. But respect isn’t going to stop me from trying to pin him on the mat for the three count because all of that is going out the window when we step into the ring. Some people are too blind to see what’s made us soo successful in the ring against the opponents that we’ve faced so far…And this match, even though the best wrestler in the world is standing in the opposite corner against us, it still plays out in our favor. And you ask, “How is that!? …you painted up idiot!” Well, let me tell ya!!! You just can’t go around throwing random people in the ring against us because a tag match doesn’t work that way. You have to know your partner like he was your blood brother that you grew up with. You gotta have cohesion; you gotta know what your partner is thinking…you gotta know when he wants that tag. You gotta know when he’s struggling, even if he’s not showing it. Those qualities only come when you train with someone every fuckin day!!! I know what moves Cash and J are gonna do before they even fucking do it! I know what sides of the ring they like, I know so much about these mother fuckers that I even know how many sheets of TP they use when they wipe they ass!!!! ..Ok, ..maybe I don’t know that much – and I don’t really think I wanna know that anyway. This is going to be the biggest challenge that we’ve had so far in the WCF, and the only thing that separates this match from the previous few is that the two other fucking pieces of shit in the match know each other and they have some of that same chemistry that I have with J and Cash. But even then, they don’t have the bond that we have – a bond that I was taught because Zero Tolerance was a tight group before Erik and Jaymz retired, and then I came up to join the ZT ranks.
They taught me what it was like to fight on a team because before now; all I had ever done was make people my bitches one on one in allys, backyards and parking lots. I didn’t know how to trust anyone else because there was never anyone for me to trust except my sisters…So I had to watch my own back. I had to relearn the way I thought and the way that I fight. I had to learn to trust other people, and Im still learning how to keep my cool when I just want to jump over those ropes and help my brother in the ring. Im used to street fights with not many rules, so it’s hard for me to stand outside the ring and just…watch. I don’t know what would happen if it looked like one of my brothers was about to go down, ..I don’t know if I could just stand there outside the ring and watch. But hey, we’ve never had to worry about that situation because we haven’t come close to losing – and this week isn’t going to be any different. As I said, our World Champion understand Zero Tolerance and what were about, but Im not sure even he fully grasps what’s about to happen to the WCF.. Because you see, there’s going to come a time when Zero Tolerance is on top, and Seth will keep throwing great talent at us in the form rag-tag “teams” and we’ll keep blowing right through them because of the unity that we have – unity that no other team here possesses. After we spill the blood from most of this roster, there will be a day when all of you realize that you can’t stand on your own versus Zero Tolerance. And you will team up, ...even with guys you’ve despised and battled against in the past …you will come together out of hate for a common enemy as you realize it’s going to be the only possible way for yall to make a dent in the machine known as ZT. We will force the WCF to start picking sides and forming groups people never thought would form, …and even you Champ, ...There will come a day when you won’t even be able to stand on your own; and at that point …you’re either with us or against us… We’ve told yall what was coming, and you can look back to this day when Salem Fucking Shepard predicted the future. Am I saying that Zero Tolerance is going to go undefeated forever and win every match we fight in? Well….No, ..I guess. We don’t plan on losing any fucking matches, but I suppose we might wind up on the wrong side of the 3 count here and there. Hell, we all human. I hear people on TV and see people on the internet and they don’t give us a fucking chance in hell to win this match, and if we don’t – it won’t be at the hands of Warren Jeffs Jr and Puzzle Jesus. Wait, that’s posed to be a puzzle piece on his fuckin face? ..thats what that is!? After all the shit you douchebags talk about J and I painting our faces – and yall idiots just let this moron walk around with what he calls a puzzle piece on the middle of his face!? That thing looks like the outline of my jizz puddle I sprayed on girls faces…I aint never seen no fucking puzzle piece that looks like that before. So I don’t understand it. …I dont understand that thing he aired on TV earlier this week either. I don’t know what the fuck was going on there, just more of that weird cult shit. So we’ll call him Puzzle Jesus for the time being. ..I just can’t seem to take this fuckin guy seriously…
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“How the holy fuck you done gone and lost a crazy person!?” Cash asked as he looked around the dilapidated neighborhood, “I guess we better go split up and find em.”
Crazy J agreed but Jaymz was nowhere to be seen. He looked back at Royce's house in the dark of the night, hoping to see the figure of Jaymz walking in the darkness but it never came. Crazy J sighed and looked back at Cash. "Aight, you start looking that direction and I'll go this way." Crazy J pointed to the east and Cash started to walk west, holding onto the plastic rings that held the last 2 cans of beer.
"Oh hey, hillbilly! Keep your phone close...I doubt he went far. He's prolly hiding in a trash can or some shit!"
Cash gave him a thumbs up that J could barely see and the two went opposite directions.
"HEEEYY!!! C'MON OUT LITTLE PIGGY OR I'LL BLOW YER SUMBITCHIN HOUSE DOWN!!!!" Cash laughed loudly after he yelled and Crazy J jumped about a foot in the air when he did. Crazy J looked back at Cash and put his finger over his mouth and shushed him in an overdramatic fashion!
"Oh!! Haha...sorry bout that! Hard fer me ta be quiet, ya understand!?"
Crazy J ignored the comment as he started to into an empty house and cash vanished from his sight...
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Shepard walked around several blocks away in a daze. He walked along the sidewalks of a lit street and every few houses he passed someone would peek out from a window. This was a bad place to be and the residents here were mostly black and Hispanic, so this white boy stood out like a sore thumb - even without the paint. Occasionally someone would come out to their front porch with a gun, but Shep never even noticed them as he kept his head low and looked at the dried blood on his arm every few seconds. In his mind, it was all over. The battle with sobriety that he had fought for many years was lost and it had all fallen apart in an instant. He had shot up heroine and now he wanted more. He questioned whether the syringe had been real or not, but he quickly came to the decision that it had to be real....he could see the blood on his arm where he had injected himself. Where else could it have come from, he wondered. Not that he cared at this point, he only wanted to shoot up some more, then curl up and die in a little hole. ..But where could he get some? He continued to walk and pulled out his phone, he started tweeting WCF Superstars that he was lost and he needed some help...And that he might have shit on himself a little, ...by accident of course. He put his phone away and saw two figures on the sidewalk ahead. As he approached them he could see they were two black males, both of them older with salt and pepper hair, ratty clothes and both might have weighed 100 pounds soaking wet.
"Kill them and take what money they have."
"Yes, good idea. That's what junkies like you do."
"Keep walking, go back and find Crazy J."
"No, Kill them, take their money and get high."
Shepard clinched his jaw as tight as he could and closed his eyes for a moment...He just wanted the voices to stop. The two men saw him coming and put up their mental defenses but didn’t shy away from the reason they were out there. The taller of the two men stood there with his hands in his pockets, as the other guy stepped toward Shepard but he didn’t seem to notice the bum had approached him until he spoke, “Hey man!”
Salem spun around and gave the man a wide eyed look as the bum continued, “I was wonder if you got a little change to spare you could spare?”
“Some change? …oh, I was actually going to ask you for some change. Can I get some heroine? Do you have any of that?”
“What!!?” The bum jumped back and his whole attitude changed. “nigga, you a cop!?”
“No!! Im not a fuckin cop!!! I just need a couple bucks or some H.”
“Get yo cracker ass outta here!!” The other bum chimed in, while he also produced a knife from his pocket, “fuck outta here with that shit, tryna hustle on our corna!! ...And why you smell like shit!?”
The voices raged in his head, but a little part of him wondered if the knife was real or if these two guys were real at all. They had to be, right? Yeah…and that knife was real too. And he wasnt aware of the shit smell they were talking about. The voices in his head told him things he had never heard before, and it had been getting worse the last two weeks. He stood there, listening to the conversation his brain was having and the two men looked at each other with amusement. “Say man….So you, …you need some shit?” He said as he put the knife back in his pocket. “Well how much you got?”
Salem held out his hands, “Nothin.. I want to kill you…NO!!! NO!! Sorry, I didn’t say that!!!! I don’t want to fucking kill you…See I hear shit in my head – and its really fuckin bad right now man..YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA!!” He spit when he screamed and he slapped the side of his head as he ranted, “All fuckin day!! ALLLL fuckin day I hear this shit and it’s a fucking MIRACLE that I haven’t killed a mother fucker yet!!!!! ..One voice bitches at me for this, a different voice bitches at me for that…another tells me to do this, and another to do that…it’s like having your FUCKING PARENTS IN YOUR GODDAMN HEAD!!....Do you get what Im fucking sayin!? All I fucking wanted was a couple goddamn dollars or some really good shit and you give me a fuckin hard time!?!?! Im not in the fucking mood you piece of shit ASSHOLE!! This has NOT been the best fucking day of my life and if you don’t give me one or the other; Im gonna beat the holy fuck out of you both, split your fuckin skulls open and watch the cracksmoke come out!!!
The knife reappeared and the man mouthed off, “I think his cheese slid off his muhfuckin cracker. I think it’s bout time----“ He was cut off from a voice behind him.
“..bout time for you to shut your sumbitchin mouth darkie..”
Both men spun around to see Crazy J and Cash standing there, “Fuck you, bitch! ..Fuck yall got going on here? A fuckin Klan meeting!?”
Cash shook his head and spit on the sidewalk, “naw…I beat anybody’s ass, don’t make a shit what color ya are! ..We just here to get our friend. …Kickin the shit out of two fuckin bums aint no challenge cause you sumbitches can’t fight back…So move the fuck out my way”
"Hold up.." Crazy J put his arm across Cash chest to stop him from advancing, "Yall two mother fuckers look like you need some help. Yall got a place to live?"
The two bums looked at each other and one spoke, "Uh...what? We live in one of dem old houses up the street...Fuckin difference it make to you!?"
"Hey!! No need for the profanity dawg." J said, not realizing he had cussed just five seconds ago. "I know a place you guys can go!! Its called the Brotherhood."
"They got brothers there!? Where is this place?" The bums seemed interested and Crazy J shook his head No then responded, "I dunno if they got brothers there, they got this old white dude for a leader tho."
The bums rolled their eyes and laughed a little, "We aint tryna get held back by the white man....They probably KKK bithches like you guys and Trump."
Crazy J put his hands on his face and sighed. He looked at the two bums like they were fucking idiots, "If you would just shut the fuck up and listen to me....Look, they have this bitch there and her name Karma. She a white girl, but the leader Bishop, he got no control over her. She got his little pecker hiding in a cage."
One bum laughed, "little pecker? Well, you say he is white!!!"
The three white ZT members didnt find the comment amusing at all and Cash started to unbuckle his belt and muttered, "Fuckin darkies, I'll show you what a third fuckin leg look like.." Crazy J saw what was about to happen and convinced Cash to keep his shit in his pants, ...nobody wanted to see that. Cash stopped and looked at the two guys, "Ya know what!? I like my bums the way I like my coffee..."
Shepard and Crazy J laughed but the two smelly bums didnt think it was as funny as thier white person dick comment. Crazy J looked at Shepard who was picking his nose and still seemed confused, and he smelled oddly like shit! Neither of the two guys moved as Cash approached, the one with the knife held it out in front of him but Cash could see it shaking and knew the guy was terrified right now. He smiled as he took another step, Crazy J at his side and told them he didn’t want to beat up a bum. The guy without the knife took a step back and the one wielding the blade sensed he was going to have to fight this alone if he took them on, and he slowly backed up keeping his eyes on the three ZT members. The two men quickly picked up their pace and went down the sidewalk screaming threats of murder that they could never fulfil. Crazy J shouted at them, "WAIT!!! I DIDNT GIVE YOU DIRECTIONS TO THE BROTHERHOOD!! COME BACK!!!" But they didnt.
Crazy J looked at Shepard, “Dawg where the fuck did you go!? Jaymz took care of that shit while you took off, by the way!!”
Shepard busted out into a rant that was only half coherent, “man you don’t even wanna be around me I fucked everything up and Im a goddamn junkie I was shooting that shit up at Royces house and I heard voices and more voices and more voices and they talked and talked ----“
Crazy J punched him in the gut, the air rushing from his body as he went down to the pavement. Cash looked at J, “Damn!! Fuck ya do that fer!?
“I read before that if you punch a hysterical person in the gut, it kinda brings them back to reality” Crazy J nodded with a smile, like he knew he was 100% sure of this. Cash laughed, “No!!! You slap em in the face, not punch em in the gut!!”
“….oh….” J looked confused as Shepard managed to get back to his feet. J turned and looked at him, then slapped the shit out of him one good time. He stumbled and Cash laughed again, “…I don’t think it works with schizo’s, you’re just wasting your time.”
Shepard managed to keep his balance and rubbed the side of his face as he looked at the two men. Getting punched in the gut and slapped in the face did somewhat bring him back to reality. He told them he had shot up earlier in the evening and showed them his arm. Crazy J pulled out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight. Cash grabbed his arm and looked at the dried blood. “You got blood all over ya, stupid…its all over yer fuckin shit…that aint yer blood.” He poured some beer on Sheps arm and used Crazy J’s shirt to wipe away the blood. Shepard looked over his arm…no track mark, no red spot….nothing. He looked at Cash and then Crazy J with a confused look on his face and asked, “..Soooo, it wasn’t real?”
They both shook their heads no and Shep looked annoyed, “So why didn’t you just tell me this earlier?
Crazy J yelled, “Cause you jumped out the bathroom window dawg..we been lookin for your ass since then!!”
“OH SHIT!!!...I did!!? ….fuck, Im sorry. I’ll try not to do that shit again.”
Cash started to look around and snatched Crazy J's light and started looking around where they were standing. Cash was looking for something but he didnt say what until Shepard asked what he was doing and Cash looked at him, "Do you smell shit? Like, human shit."
Shepard looked away, not making eye contact with the other two guys before he finally spoke, "I uh....I think I have a little bit on the back of my jeans" He said in a soft tone.."I thought I was texting Cash, but I think I put it on twitter instead...fuck..."
Cash took the light and shined it on the back of Shepards jeans, "yup...You done shit yer britches."
"NO!!...I didnt shit myself." Shep was now completely embarassed, "I just missed a little, I shit in a dudes trashcan.."
Crazy J spoke up, "Are you part indian? If not, you are now. Chief Shitty Britches!!"
Cash shook his head, “fuck…Yer shitty ass aint riding with me. Yall are fuckin stupid…Imma get my shock collars off my dogs and put em on you two. Keep track yall sumbitches. ..Lets go shitpants..”
...As I was saying eariler, I can take Bishop a little more seriously than I can Puzzle Jesus, but now that Bishop has to walk around with a career loss to ZT!?!?! Oh, I know he doesn’t like to hear that…And Im sure he’s made sure to tell everyone, “Well, you saw it!! You saw me take out my own teammate!! That’s why we lost!” Bishop, we don’t give a fuck how it went down and you can say whatever you want…But the bottom line is, you were fucking scared. YOU didn’t want to be the one pinned by ZT. YOU bitched out and basically quit the match. You didn’t fight with those guys even though you all had the same goal in mind that night. No, you got scared. And of course, I don’t expect you to admit that – because who would!? That would be a bitch move right there!! You don’t have to say it and you can run around and tell everyone why you lost – but in the end you did it because you were scared. And the history books will reflect that you failed to beat Zero Tolerance. You talked about how we hadn’t beaten anyone worth a shit and how amazing you are as a wrestler…and basically, we weren’t shit. If that was the case, why did you pop your own partner? Shouldn’t you have been able to take us out on your own? You sure sounded pretty fucking confident about it last week!! You could have been a man, not a bitch, and kicked our ass then taken out your partner after that. You could have been the big man of the night!!! Knocking off an undefeated ZT squad and then taking out that idiot…But no, that was never going to happen. You got into the ring and saw that we were a little more than you bargained for and that your teammates weren’t on our fucking level. I do think that’s one thing we can agree on, you did get the stinky end of the shit stick last week. …Is it a shit stick or a Silver Bullet dildo like you were teamed up with last week? I dunno, you be the judge. But here we are Bishop and this week only one of your teammates is an improvement…Puzzle Jesus is a fat fucking slob who might be more delusional than I am!! That guy isn’t an upgrade over the two fucktwats you had last week!! Im sorry, I know hes your weird buddy and all; and you two go sit in onion grass fields together holding hands or some shit…But let’s not be blinded and pretend he’s on ZT’s level, cause I think we’re all too old to be playing pretend, right? And I gotta ask Bishop, if Lester happens to be struggling in the ring and it looks like he’s about to cost you the match – are you gonna go off and kick his ass too? I understand he’s your friend compared to those guys last week, but I want to see if you’ll turn on him or just stand in the corner next to Gemini stomping around like a little bitch, sulking with your arms crossed because you dropped two in a row to Zero Tolerance. You won’t be able to understand why you lost, but I expect that because you don’t seem to understand a lot of things. You rambled on with a little story last week about why I paint my face, AFTER I had already told the whole fucking world why in front of a camera!!! So, since you didn’t pay attention to me in my first match here, I’ll give you the cliffnotes. I wear this fucking paint to escape the person I used to be. I changed who I was and I fight those demons every day. Painting my face helps me forget that old “me.” It hides that person that I don’t ever want to be again. So, do you get it now? Or you gonna ramble on with theories and conspiracies on why I paint my face, dumbass! Its funny how you talked about “how fast you rose up in the WCF and ZT isn’t gonna do that” …and yet, here we are!!! In the main event!! A place you said we weren’t going to see for a very long time!! ..How about that shit? Do you see that you’ve just been flatout fuckin wrong on everything you say about us? That every time you open your mouth about ZT saying some shit that we can’t do – and then we go out and get the fucking job done. How can all these people you call “followers” even believe a fuckin word that you say? So far all I’ve heard is “BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!” How can these people follow you around and trust you when you can’t even be loyal to your random teammate for one match? And don’t EVER compare me to any of the lowlife pieces of shit in that incest group of yours. Yeah, I had issues but you know what the difference between me and the dumbfucks that follow you around? I didn’t need someone pretending to be Jesus to pick me up and wipe my ass. I did it on my own, I got myself out of that whole and changed my life for the better. You, me, your people…whatever…we have NOTHING in common. You have lowlife pieces of shit who depend on someone else, they need someone to be there for them and keep them in line. Like sheep. Or small children. I didn’t need someone telling me what to do without my life; I got out on my own and worked my ass off to get in this business. Those people that you have? They don’t work for anything. They can’t accomplish anything on their own. Their pathetic. You know Bishop, a group of people reflect the mentality of their leader – and the more I see of these people the more I realize your just a soft little bitch. Yeah, you like to walk around like you’re the toughest asshole that’s ever walked the planet, and those leeches you surround yourself with would eat a mile of your shit just to sniff your asshole. They think you’re the greatest thing to hit this planet since the invention of the wheel. That makes you feel better about yourself doesn’t it, Bishop? You are a decent wrestler, I’ll give you that, but you aint at the top of this business and you never will be. Again, you’re a lot like Warren Jeffs. His followers seem to think that he’s coming back to them – but he’s not. Hes doing a life sentence plus twenty years and he’ll never see the outside world again…But his people believe otherwise. Just like the white trash that you surround yourself with. You aint the best, but you got those idiots fooled to thinking you are.
They think that you can help them, or that you can assist them in living a better life!? Get the fuck outta here with that shit, you act like a white trash Mother Theresa or somethin…How are all those people going to feel over the next few months when they see that you can’t make your way to the top of the WCF; and Zero Tolerance keeps beating you into a battered bag a skin containing broken bones, damaged organs and no teeth? …Well, you prolly got the no teeth part down but we discussed that last week. I hope that you decide to take us a little more seriously this week because I can’t believe some of the random shit you spout off. What “death” did Crazy J surround himself in last week? What in the fuck were you talking about? Why do you just make up stuid shit and LIE about it on TV for the whole world to hear...They all watched Crazy J's promo too, and Im sure everyone had the same thought I did, "What the fuck is this whitetrash talking about?" Now, the WCF crew caught him doing some random, awesome things but I sure as fuck didn’t see him killing anyone, or other people killing anybody either. If you keep the same attitude towards us that you had last week, YOU might be getting killed in the ring because you don’t want to underestimate us again…its gonna make that ugly girl of yours cry and she'll be all alone, ..or well, Crazy J seems to think that she’ll have no problem moving on to another man if you don’t make it out of the ring alive this week. On a random note, I have to ask…What is a girl like that doing with a total fucking loser like you? You mean to tell me she actually peels her clothes of for YOU!? Get out of here with that shit, you can’t fucking be serious!! I’ve seen inbred hillbillies that look cleaner than you do!! The only way I could imagine her stripping down and getting with you is on the edge of a cliff. Cause if you fucked her on the edge of a cliff she would have to push back. That’s how you make sure you don’t get hit with rape charges either, because I just can’t see her willingly hopping in the sack with ya…uuuugghhhh…You’re the only wrestler here that gives me the chills, ya know that? And it’s not like one of those “fear” kind of chills. It’s like when you watch 2 Girls 1 Cup and you’re completely disgusted with what you see, …those kind of chills. I had to go take a quick shower after our match because I got within ten feet of you and it fuckin freaked me out. Now we get to add Big Stinky Puzzle Jesus to the match!? Goddamn, I'll end up scrubbing all my skin off after this match. That poop on my jeans was cleaner than yall, and prolly smells better than Bishops ol' lady when she spread eagle. What else can yall say when we win this week? Cause all we've heard is that we beat up on a bunch of fuckin jobbers around here; and I guess you can add Warren Jeffs Jr to that list as well, ..right? No, he wont like to hear that because he was the one ranting on how we havent beaten anyone worth a shit around here. If we were just here to beat up on the bottom feeders, then why are we in the main event? Why would Seth throw Gemini at us to headline a show if we sucked that bad? We came here to show the world that Zero Tolerance can dominate the best federation in the world. I watched for years as guys like Crazy J, Cash, Erik, Rex Butler and Jaymz dominated and destroyed one underground federation after another....I saw there was nothing left for them to accomplish besides joining up with the WCF, and when I signed up for the ZT wrestling school I heard rumors that it was going to happen - and that got me as excited as hearing about the Guns N Roses reunion tour!! Anyway, when I heard the rumor, I thought I would just be lucky enough to see those guys walk around the Wrestling School while I trained and learned the sport, ...but then they picked me!! Picked ME to join them in their quest to take over the WCF and I'll fuckin die before I let them down. Will we bring the WCF to its knees and make everyone of you our bitches this week? No, we wont. Even WHEN we win this match theres still a lot we have to prove and Gold we have to win before we claim our dominace over the WCF. But if we can take out Puzzle Jesus, Warren Jeffs Jr and the World Champ - then thats going to silence a lot of our critics and its gonna have some of you running from us - not wanting to step into the ring with the greatest thing thats ever set foot in the WCF. Zero fucking Tolerance is just getting started around here, and were one step closer to making the WCF ours...
