Post by Salem Shepard on Sept 29, 2016 21:23:40 GMT -5
Things had changed. But things always change and nothing was bound to be the same forever. Sometimes change was good, ..but not always...and Shep knew he fucked up. He knew he given into the voices and given into the urge to kill that he had suppressed for many, many years. After the rage had settled down and he had been able to get back to Michigan, he realized what had happened. But even though he knew he fucked up, he was still satisfied with his decision because it had gotten Claire out of concrete jungle of Houston and into the suburban life of Bloomfield Hills, Michigan. But still, he knew that he had changed the course of his life forever. There was a lot of stress on his mind…the stress of what he had done in Houston, and the stress of not winning the tag Titles last week with Jason Cash. The stress was mixed with the excitement of WAR looming on the horizon, a match that he was determined to win.
It was a dark, cloudy day in Bloomfield Hills and Shep had decided to stay in the house most of the day. His second, smaller living room in his house had changed. There was no longer furniture or TV’s covering the area, and he had smashed all the light fixtures in the room. The large window overlooking the backyard had been covered by bed spreads that were stapled to the wall. Creepy paintings of death and dead people now covered the walls and sculptures of demons and other odd creatures filled the room. Shep collected art or the weirdest kind and more kept arriving weekly at his new home in Bloomfield Hills. At the end of the room, sitting in front of the covered window was a massive throne where our favorite Schizo was sitting. There was enough light coming into the room from the hallway that we could see the throne was made of black steel. The ends of the arm rests had skulls protruding from the end, and above the back rest appeared two claws that seemed to rise up from the chair itself. It was creepy in every sense of the word. Shep sat there with one leg over the armrest as he slouched sideways in the throne, blowing cloud after cloud from his vape box.
A shadow came down the hallway and moments later Claire stood in the entryway of the room with a small tan kitten in her hand. The kitten purred as she gently pet the small animal and looked on at her brother.
“Salem?” She asked quietly, almost carefully. “You’ve been in here for three days…Can I fix you something to eat?…its getting late…”
There came no response from the dark figure that sat still in the throne. Claire though, she looked pretty good. There was color back in her face and her eyes had clear look to them. Claire was a stunningly beautiful girl when she cleaned herself up. Shep had gotten her on suboxone, an opiate substitute that curbed withdrawls and helped you lead a sober life. The suboxone also stopped any opiate from making her high, so even if she had found some heroine in Bloomfield Hills, it wouldn’t do her any good because the suboxone would block it. Claire waited for a response from her brother but she never got one; so she walked off and Shep heard her in the kitchen getting a frying pan….probably the same one that he had used to cook the gerbil in.
A smaller shadow came down the hallway…it was the kitten. The small cat did the same thing as Claire, stopped in the entryway of the room and only looked on at Shep. The kitten didn’t have a good feeling about Shep, it could feel that it wasn’t wanted in this house by this man. Shep’s dark figure moved around in the chair and seconds later a glass cup flew from the room, across the hall and shattered against the far wall. The kitten jumped up as the glass shattered and ran back toward the kitchen….then the voices came…
“It wants to kill us.”
“Of course it does.”
“It’s been watching us for days now..”
“…Waiting to strike.”
“Kill it, …before it kills us.”
“I will” Shep said out loud, barely audible. “…But not yet.” Shep glanced at the doorway and the kitten was gone.
“Careful..its watching”
“Always watching.”
“A cat can’t kill us.”
“No, but a tiger can.”
“She tricked us! She got a tiger!”
Fear ran down his spine and he squeezed the grip he had on his vape box. Had he been hallucinating the whole time!? Did Claire really get a tiger and he had only seen a kitten!? ..Is that why it had been watching him for several days now – but never getting close to him!? Was it sizing him up to eat him!? These thoughts spun through his mind as paranoia seized his body. He no longer saw being paranoid as a symptom of schizophrenia since he had come to accept the voices in his head that had plagued him his entire life. He lifted his leg off the armrest and sat up straight in the throne as a shadow began to stretch down the hallway. The tiger. Shep kept his gaze at the entryway of the room, watching the shadow slowly stretch, slowly get bigger. He heard Claire in the kitchen, the same direction the shadow was coming from. An orange blur shot across the entryway to the room, from one side of the hall to the other. Shep pulled his feet up in the throne as his eyes wildly scanned the darkened corners of the room. He could feel his own heart pounding his chest like it was trying to escape. He could feel each heartbeat pulsing in his eyeballs. He sat there…he waited…and he waited…as he fell asleep, he dreamed.
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It was cold, bone chilling cold. Salem looked around and shivered, unsure of where he was. He knew he was somewhere in the Northeastern tip of the USA because the trees here were tall and much different than the ones he was used to in the deep south. He turned around, surrounded by the towering trees, the only light coming from the moon that seemed ten sizes too big. He rubbed both his arms and noticed he didn’t have his jersey, only his white sleeveless shirt. He studied his surroundings and was totally confused when he heard something coming from his left. He bent his knees, balled his fists – ready to stand his ground against whatever approached in the night.
The noise came closer, but whatever it was, there was more than one. His nerves were on edge when he heard the laugh of a kid which threw him off completely. He let his guard down until it shot back up as something flashed in the darkness coming his way…laughing, talking to each other…”kids” he thought. And it was. A little boy came running by with a hoodie and beanie, he seemed not to notice Salem. Several more kids ran by, all with smiles on their faces and all dressed for the cold – which he wasn’t. He stood up tall and let his hands fall to his side. More kids ran by, some two at a time, but no more than four. Shep waited for them to run by and stared off in the direction they went, curious to where these kids were going. He had no idea what time it was, but he knew it was too late for kids this young to be out….and in the woods? Something touched his arm and he flinched, …almost jumped. A little girl stood there with a pink hat and a purple coat. Shep figured she was nine years old at the oldest. She had a huge grin on her face and she was missing three teeth.
“Are you coming?” the little girl asked.
Salem looked at her curiously and slightly tilted his head to the side as he talked to her. “To where?”
“To the Carousel, of course!”
“But I….I don’t…” Shep shook his head in confusion. As she grabbed his hand and pulled on him. He didn’t move as he still had no fucking idea what was going on.
“Come ooonnn!!!!” she pleaded. “Were going to be late, and all the kids are going to be there!! We don’t want it to start without us!!”
Shepard looked at his hand, the one the little girl was tugging on and he noticed his arm wasn't covered in tattoos and it looked younger. His arms weren’t hairy and rock solid with muscle like they should have been. Then it dawned on him, …he was no older than she was. He felt his face and didn’t feel the stubble on his chin, then ran his finger down his nose. It wasn't crooked from being broke like it had been since he was 22. ....He was young.
“Please, lets go!!” The little girl said, pulling on his hand – and finally he budged. He let the little girl lead him as they wound their way through trees and ran through the underbrush; paying no mind to the small scratches it was leaving on his arms and face. He didn’t notice the cold, he didn’t notice his heavy breathing. The only thing he noticed was the horrible feeling that he had in his gut. Something was telling him that this wasn’t right. This was wrong. All wrong. But he continued to run and they started to catch up with the other kids as he noticed lights ahead between the trees…
The horrible feeling he had in his stomach got stronger as they approached the lights. The lights moved, they changed, they flashed and they blinked. Finally Salem and the little girl came into a clearing and he saw the carousal she was talking about. His breath floated in the still cold air as he stood in awe. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, it was much bigger and more extravagant than he had ever seen. The horses, dragons and other animals all shined in gold trim and were twice the size of normal carousel animals. The kids started to climb on, some having a hard time and relying on help from others. He watched, unable to move as fear gripped him, as all the kids loaded onto the carousel. The little girl tugged on his hand again
“Lets go! Theres only 2 spots left!” She ran off toward the carousel and left him behind.
“NO!!” The young Salem shouted to the girl. He reached his hand out to her as if that would stop her, but she never looked back and she climbed up the side and onto the platform. There was an empty unicorn and duck left, she chose the duck and climbed her way up. When she was satisfied with her position she looked back at Salem and waved. She was happy and she wasn’t going to wait on him any longer. He wanted to get on, but every fiber in his body told him not to. The lights reflected off the trees and his face as they flashed and blinked, and slowly, the carousel started to turn. The horses, dragons, unicorns and other animals started to move up and down as the music started the carousel began to spin. Faster and faster it went and the kids all cheered with joy.
“Ruunnn..” The voice in the back of his head told him. But he couldn’t, he could only stand there and watch with horror as the carousel spun around and around. He wasn’t sure why he was soo scared as everything here seemed to be fine. The little girl came around and waved at him from the duck. He returned the wave, but really just stuck his arm up – not moving it…And then the young Salem began to notice the change…The kids, who once were in the ages of 7-12 now looked to be teenagers. The little girl came by again, but this time she had obviously gone through puberty but the same smile remained on her face as the duck moved up and down.
“What’s happening?” He thought to himself as he watched the giant, oversized carousel continued to spin around. The laughs and cheers from the kids were still there, but now they were young adults still wearing the same clothes as earlier. Again the girl came around, this time no longer looking at Shep but focused straight ahead with that smile on her face, full of joy. Salem didn’t understand what he was seeing…The kids had changed into teenagers and now adults…what was going on??? Every hair on his body stood up in goosebumps as his brain still commanded him to RUN!!!!
The kids spun around and around, the little girl coming by again – but this time she was an adult – maybe in her 30’s. Tears of terror began to run down his face as the kids continued to get older and older. Spinning around, losing years of their lives on the carousel and not even aware of what was happening. The carousel that appeared in the dead of night and though it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; it was also the most terrifying thing he had ever laid his eyes on. The lights and the music was captivating, the animals rising up and down on their poles and the whole sight was mystical. The little girl came around again and Salem's heart sunk as he saw her…
She was now an older lady as wrinkles lined her face and her hair thinned out. She was no longer smiling, tears now streamed down her face. The carousel began to slow down as now the children had aged into seniors; their soft skin now like old, worn leather as the people on the carousel looked at their arms and hands in disbelief. They touched their faces and shouted out, wails of tears and screams of insanity came from the carousel now; screams of fright that drifted off and sounded like whimpers in the night. The music came to a sudden stop as the spinning carousel slowed down and eventually died down as the lights stood bright and flashed through the trees in the night. The elders climbed off the animals, some having more trouble than others, as Salem watched them cry…and walk off into the darkness of the trees surrounding them – in the direction they came from. An older woman with tears moving through the wrinkles on her face slowly made her way to Salem; every step she took aching her old joints.
“What..what..happened to me?” She asked. She grabbed the front of Shep shirt with her old, spotted wrinkly hands. Salem tried to step away but the old lady’s grip was strong. “What happened!? …what happened to me!!!
” She demanded!
” She demanded!“I….I..I don’t know” he stammered, and that was all the young boy could get from his mouth. The little girl that was once so full of life was now old and on the verge of death.
She lowered her head and cried. She let go of Salem's shirt and slowly turned away from him, and still with tears streaming down her cheeks, she slowly faded into the darkness of the woods. And then Salem realized the carousel was gone and all that remained was the light of the moon glowing on the wet grass of the empty valley. He let out a shriek as he saw a figure where the carousel used to be. The figure was long, skinny and it's fingers were gnarled at the joints and looked more like a spiders legs. He had a stick that he twisted between his fingers; and he stayed just enough in the shadows to hide its face. Salem's brain told him to run but his legs didn’t cooperate. ..That was when he heard the voice. It seemed to reach around the trees and circle around him. It was a deep sinister voice that echoed through the woods in a way that no sound should. The figure never approached as it spoke and Sheps anxiety settled down as the figure seemed no threat..
“Why are you here?” The voice wanted to know. “I don’t think you know why you’re here…oh, but I do. Don’t worry about them, child. They will go back home and try to get inside their houses…And whos going to let them in? Whos going to believe that those are their children? Sure, they will call the police and tell them that some old senile person is banging on their front door…And then they realize – where is my child? Oh my God!! Where is my sweet Sally!? How long will it take them to realize that all their children are gone? You see, they wasted their entire lives on the carousel…Slowly they grew old, never bothering to get off and take a look at their lives and actually LIVE those lives…
They continued to ride it, they continued to be content where they were….And did they look satisfied when they got off? Tell me, boy, how did they look? Happy? …No. No, not at all. Do you think they are satisfied with their lives? Do you think they regret spinning around on the carousel as long as they did? …They have nothing to show for their lives and it was all a waste. Some don’t appreciate the time that they have, boy…They don’t appreciate what’s in front of them. Some people fall and they don’t get back up, they don’t have the fight to get back up. Those kids didn’t have the fight or the determination to stop the carousel and get off….You did.
You had to look deep inside of yourself and reach to a place only filled with darkness…Once you did this, you found out who you are, who you’ve always been. ....and you still don't know who I am, do you child? I, we, were the ones you've locked away all your life. We're the ones inside of you that have been trying to tell you what your deepest, darkest desires are. We know what makes you, us, happy and you ignored them..... Those meds, they kept you on a carousel of emotions and fighting a winless war keeping you from your full potential.
Salem looked down at himself and saw he wasn't a child anymore; he was back to his grown self with his jersey and tattoo covered arms. But the terror remained.
Your sister thinks you shouldn't listen to us, but you’ve tried that all your life, and now you're free...This is our world Salem, look around you and take it in. Did you think you can win War while we scream at you from your mind and keep you distracted? While you second guess yourself and wonder if we're right and you should have been more violent? ...we were always right, Salem. ...Now you have nothing holding you back because we can finally work as one......
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“Shep!” …. “Shep, wake up!!” Claire shook her brother who was lying on the floor in the room next to the throne.
She appeared to be crying and she was cradling something against her body in her other arm. Shep stirred and slowly woke up, rubbing a little of the paint from his eyes. The thoughts and images from the night before flashed through his mind and he jumped up from the floor, his eyes wide in fear. He touched his neck and looked at his shirt around his chest…He wasn’t a child... A sense of ease came over his mind as he saw Claire wearing a wife beater and a pair of shorts that showed more leg than he ever cared to see. She had tears streaming down her face and whatever she had in her arms was held close to her chest.
“Whats wrong Claire?”
She shrugged her shoulders in confusion, “Casper is dead!! I found him next to you this morning!!”
“Whaaaat?” He muttered to himself and the voices came back.
“You killed it.”
“Yeah, you thought it was a tiger. Its dead”
“Sorry…we thought it was really a tiger.”
"The carousel was real though, ...never forget that"
Guilt, shame and embarrassment came over his face and he couldn’t even look his sister in his eye when he told his lie. “I uh, …I was playing with him on the floor last night…I guess I fell asleep, I probably rolled over on him.”
Claire believed the lie and she burst into more tears and held the dead kitten closer to her chest. He walked over to her and hugged her and let her cry against his shoulder.
“We’ll bury him later, ok?” Shep’s sympathy was very convincing.
Claire lifted her head from her brother shoulder and nodded ‘ok.’ He gave her the best smile that he could and told her to get ready. She had a narcotics anonymous meeting to attend later. Claire said she would go find a box to put Casper in and she would get ready to go. She walked out of the room and Shep looked around. He was pissed…he had killed his sisters pet last night because he had thought…he was TOLD…that it was a tiger. His mind raced for solutions to this problem, and never once did he consider getting back on his meds to fighting the voices and the urges. Claire came back into the room:
They say it’s easy to be hungry when you aint got shit to lose. I look around, I see the people fighting in this match, and I see people 'confident' they will win....I see people who EXPECT to win....But let me tell ya Claire, those mother fuckers aint hungry. These bitches think that just because they have more experience than I do, because they’ve been here longer than I have - that their automatically going to win. They don’t think that I have the skill or the ring presence to get the job done....and they keep doubting me. I have nothing to lose Claire, ...but I have everything to gain by winning this match. If I lose, who cares? They look at me and treat me LIKE IM A FUCKING FAILURE!!!! These mother fuckers have backed me into a corner and their too stupid to even realize it. This is the week that I make my name known Claire, this is the week that I get the recognition that I deserve.
This is the week that I jump out of the shadows and make them allllllllllll my bitches. These assholes think their hungry but they have everything to lose. Some of them have won more matches than I can dream of, some of them have more Title victories than I have career fights. Some of them have legacies to uphold and images to maintain. Some of them, Im told, are coming back to beat up on this "weak" roster. ....They have everything to lose. ...but I don’t. I have nothing but a handful of career wins and two losses; I have no Title belts and my name hasn’t been etched into the WCF record book....yet. But soon it will, and my name will never be forgotten. My face, ...will never be forgotten.
Zero Tolerance has laid the foundation for success and domination since we’ve arrived, but I've yet to stand on my own in match like I will this week. We told everyone that Zero Tolerance was going to change the face of the WCF when we got here....but nobody wants to listen. How will the legacies of all the legends look when they get taken down and beaten by someone they laugh at and call a Juggalo? What’s going to happen when Crazy J's bitch, also known as Zmac, gets destroyed by the other painted up nigga in the WCF? Guys like him, they don’t know what the FrEeKsHoW is all about....They don’t know what Zero Tolerance is all about, and its pretty damn clear if you watch any of their promos.
I’ve tried my hardest to respect these guys here because I came in as the rookie and accepted my role. ...Im still here, I didn’t run off like half of you said I would. And now its my turn... because I watch all you bitch made assfucks walk around here like the world fuckin owes you success, like you FUCKIN DESERVE IT!!!! None of you deserve a goddamn thing, and none of you deserve my respect any longer. Yall wanna treat me like Im a fuckin joke, then Im going to treat yall the same fuckin way...because I know my skills can hold up to anyone here...And I have something that yall don’t: the hunger to win. The desire to prove myself. A man with nothing to lose is not a man that yall want to fuck with.....
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Claire came down stairs looking better than we had ever seen her. She wore a pink shirt that fit her petite figure and a pair of clean jeans. Her auburn hair hung just below her shoulders, and for a moment, she didn’t give the appearance of a crack whore....until she got closer and we could see the track marks that lined her arms. She grabbed her blue zip-up hoodie that wasn’t really necessary, but she knew to hide her track marks even if the weather was warm. The house was silent and she looked around for Shep, and caught a glimpse of him out on the front porch. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, locking it behind her. Shep turned to see his sister as he puffed on the last little bit of a joint and smashed it into the soil of a potted plant. He noticed the weed didn’t help his schizophrenia any longer; he just liked to get high.
Claire frowned, "Im going to a narcotics anonymous meeting and you're gonna get high right before we go?"
Shep, his face still painted like a skull and white-out contacts, nodded. "Yup. It’s your meeting. Not mine. ...Im not the heroin junkie."
"And Im not either..." Tears started to swell up in her eyes but she fought them back. "...Im on suboxone now."
Shep walked toward his black Lincoln MKZ with 22 inch rims that shined and stood out no matter where he went. Claire walked to the passenger side and got in, her attitude was different and the smile that she had was now gone. Neither of them spoke as Shep drove and nodded his head to the beat of the song...She didn’t know what it was, she just knew it was Marilyn Manson. Thoughts raced through her mind as she didn’t like her brother calling her a heroin junkie because it kinda hurt her feelings. She was doing her best to stay clean and doing her best to make him proud. She still thought about Nick, her dealer in Houston, and the awful thing that Salem had done to him....But she understood. She knew that Shep was only looking out for her and trying to help her get clean; so she had accepted that Nick was dead and it was probably better that way.
Not only was she doing heroin with Nick, but she was fucking a married man in return for that dope. She knew Nick had a small kid at home and that’s the thing that bothered her the most about the whole deal; her brother had been the reason another child will grow up without a father. .....But what kind of father was Nick going to be? He sold heroine to whores and they fucked him in return. A pillar of his community - he was not. The images of Salem painting his face with Nick’s blood never left her mind, she saw it daily and she dreamed about it every night. The horror that she witnessed had been on her mind constantly and she hadn’t had the urge to do heroine AT ALL since that night. She wasn’t sure if it was the mental images or the suboxone...but either way, she had no desire to do heroin - not at this point.
They pulled up to a small building that had a gravel parking lot and the small pieces of rock crunched under the large tires of the Lincoln MKZ as they came to a stop. The building was old and the cinderblocks that formed the walls looked to be from the 1920's or another distant era; and the shingles that covered the roof had seen better days and needed to be replaced. The small sign on the building read, "Community Outreach Center" and had children handprints all along the border of the sign in an array of colors. The sign looked inviting, but the building itself didn’t.
There were other small shops and diners lining the street but none seemed to be really busy except for the diner closest to them. Shep looked around the gravel parking lot and saw mostly old beat up trucks, cars that had more rust than paint and some with trash bags covering the windows. ....He knew these types of cars. These were junkie’s cars. Junkies couldn’t afford anything nice to drive; and for a second he admired the thought of him sitting in his 2017 Lincoln MKZ knowing that he had made it out of that life.....Now to get his sister out of it. Shep had just started to open his door when a jeep flew in behind him sending up a cloud of dust that got all over his black leather interior.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" He yelled and threw his arms up in the air, hoping that the driver would see him.
The Jeep pulled in at the far side of the parking lot and Shep knew that jeep....It was Crazy J's. But it couldn’t be J, after all, there was more than one Jeep in the world....And why would Crazy J be here for Claire’s NA meeting anyway!? Anger shot up through his spine and into his brain where the voices started to get worked up like a hornets nest. The voices had liked the cleanliness of the MKZ too, obviously, judging from the sadistic things they wanted Shep to do to the driver of the Jeep. Claire got out of the car just as Salem started to walk toward the jeep with murder on his mind. She wanted to stop him; she didn’t want any more bloodshed from her brother. As Shep walked across the parking lot with his fist balled he passed a jacked up Chevy truck and the Jeep came into clear view. The driver door opened and Crazy J burst out like he was shot out of a cannon.
"WHATS UP DAWG!?!?" Crazy J had a huge smile on his face. "I told yo sis I was gonna be here today...We can solve our addictions!!!"
Shep looked confused, "Huh? ..Why?" …Wait, hold up!!!! You never answered my question from yesterday before you drove off. What was you lookin up on the internet?”
Crazy J looked around and fidgeted with his hands nervously as Claire hurried up to Shep’s side and a look of relief washed over her face. Crazy J saw Claire and he seemed to get even more nervous. “Uumm…uhh…Sup Claire?”
“Hi, J.” Claire said shyly.
Shep pressed the question again, “Soo…what’s the answer, homie?”
“Well, …fuck, dawg….I was googling naked pics of your sister.” He looked down and got quiet as he finished the last few words.
Shep’s mouth hung open and so did Claire’s. The two siblings looked at each other then back at Crazy J, who stood there with a total look of embarrassment on his face. Shep put his hands on his head and turned away from Crazy J, “Im just gonna pretend that I didn’t fuckin hear that…Jesus fuck, …Claire…c’mon.”
They turned to go in and Crazy J followed them. They pulled over the door and stepped inside where the front room led two different directions. There was a green piece of paper on the wall that said “Rebuilding your life meetings” and an arrow pointing to the left side of the building. They walked that way as Shep mocked the sign saying “rebuilding your life…..it’s a fucking NA meeting.” Claire heard, and it again hurt her feelings but she didn’t say a word. They came to a set of double doors and Crazy J quickly stepped to the side and opened the door after them. He looked at Shep, “ladies first…”
Shep flipped him off and Claire gave Crazy J a faint smile. Claire entered the room first, followed by Shep and Crazy J. There were roughly fifteen people in the room holding casual conversation but that quickly halted as the trio walked in the room. They stood there at the doorway returning the stares that they were getting. An older lady who smelled like menthol cigarettes walked over and introduced herself as Judy Capshaw. She seemed nervous about the two men with painted faces but kept the conversation basic as she led them to a small table with coffee and doughnuts. She walked away and announced to the visitors that was scattered together in small groups that the meeting would begin in five minutes. Shep looked around the room as Crazy J helped himself to doughnuts and Claire searched for something in her purse. He could see them looking from the corners of their eyes. Judging him. Talking shit about him. He felt the voices starting to stir in his brain…
“Their watching uuusss….”
“Wait till they call the cops.”
“They all know you killed Nick.”
“Why do you think they won’t look you straight in the face?…”
Shep’s chest began to heave as his breathing picked up. Claire looked up from her purse and saw he was frozen and sweat started to run down his face. She grabbed his arm and pulled herself close, “Hey…shake it off….You’ll be ok.”
“They know” Shep whispered, “They know about Nick…they all know I killed him!”
“Sssshhh” Claire whispered as she squeezed his arm tighter.
Shep turned away from the crowd that was now finding their way to the chairs that made a circle in the middle of the room. He grabbed a doughnut and started to eat as someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.
“Uum..Excuse me..”
Shep turned around to see a thin lady wearing eight pounds of makeup on her face. The makeup made her sort of pretty, but Shep could see that she had already crossed the age of forty, and he was only twenty-six…but he found her attractive anyway. This seemed to make the paranoia subside and he smiled.
“Sup?”
She smiled and bared her tinted yellow teeth, “Im Mandy…I’m, ..I’m a huge fan of you guys!”
“Oh really?” Shep tried to put on his charm, “Lets test your knowledge….Who’s the midget of the WCF?”
She clapped her hands together and she was clearly star struck, “Damian Kaine!! …That’s easy!!”
Shep and Crazy J laughed and they traded small talk as Judy instructed everyone to take a seat so they could start the meeting. Claire and J walked off as Mandy wanted one more selfie with Shep. As soon as Claire and J were out of range, Shep told her to meet him in the bathroom later when he gets up and walks out of the room. Mandy started to shake in excitement and licked her lips. Shep smiled, discreetly grabbed her right ass cheek and walked over to sit between J and Claire. Judy sat facing the door in the circle and introduced herself to the new faces, explained what they hoped to accomplish and started talking to new people.
As Judy talked to one of the new guys and listened to his story of being hooked on crack, Shep kept his focus on Mandy. The more he looked at her the less attractive she really became. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and jeans and when she moved her arm, he could see the flabby skin flop back and forth and it kinda grossed him out. He noticed she had her jeans pulled up to her belly button, trying to hide the small pudge she had – that was no doubt riddled in stretch marks from shitting out several kids….But, he hadn’t gotten laid in a while and he knew this was a perfect opportunity. And no fucking way he was going to pass it up.
Judy worked her way to another new person and talked about her own addiction to pain pills that she had beaten. When she said she took over seventeen a day Crazy J leaned over to Shep.
“Did I just hear that right? She took seventeen a day?”
Shep nodded, “Yeah, that’s what she said…”
“Damn Shep, that’s a lot of dicks!”
“What!?” Shep looked at J, not realizing that the whole room had heard him.
Judy looked at the two painted up men, “is there something wrong, gentlemen?”
“Yeah!!” Crazy J looked amazed, “We was just talkin about what a whore you are!!”
The entire room let out a gasp and Judy looked like she had just been slapped in the face, “EXCUSE ME!?”
J laughed, “Haha, …Hey, you the one that took seventeen dicks a day! Not me!!” The room gasped again and people made snide comments to the people around them. Crazy J saw this. “What!?!? Don’t judge her!! She got help for her sex addiction! That’s why we’re here - to support each other!”
Judy stood up from her chair, “That is NOT what I said!!! I am not a sex addict, and this is NOT a meeting for sex addicts!!...This is for people who are, or were, addicted to drugs!! You need to leave…NOW!!”
Crazy J looked shocked, then he leaned forward to look past Shep and over to Claire, “But I can’t leave!! …I am glad to know this isn’t a sex addict meeting because I just can’t help thinking that nobody would want to have sex with you. I am Claire’s sponsor; I have to help her through her tough time. I can’t leave.”
Judy looked irritated with this and asked Shep who he was. He told her that Claire was his sister and if Crazy J wanted to be her sponsor that was fine. Judy still didn’t approve of this and told Crazy J if he said ONE more thing out of line, she would boot all of them for good. Crazy J could see that Claire was getting upset and trying to do the right thing, so he agreed and stopped talking. Judy apologized to the room as she sat back down in her chair. Someone else went on telling a story and Shep could feel the paranoia creeping back into him.
Shep couldn’t be in here for this any longer. He looked up at Mandy, who hadn’t taken her eyes off him, and got up quietly and walked out of the room. He went down the hall to the restroom and opened the door. There was one toilet next to a sink and a mirror that was surrounded by flower wallpaper that Shep found disgusting. He looked around the bathroom and a few seconds later a knock came at the door. He opened the door slightly and saw Mandy standing there with a massive grin on her face. He let her in and closed the door behind her; before he could even get it locked Mandy had already started to unbutton her jeans.
Salem kicked his shoes and socks off, …he had this OCD thing where he couldn’t have sex with socks on – no matter the location or circumstances. As Mandy slid her jeans down it was everything that he had feared. She was wearing white grannie panties which was an instant turn off, followed by the cellulite and varicose veins that coursed through her legs. He didn’t show his disgust and only told her, “let me see that pumpkin.” Mandy turned around, bent over a little and showed her lumpy ass cheeks to Shep. She reached around and pulled the side of her panties over exposing more of her butt cheek and Salem recoiled….She had little red dots and zits all over her ass and upper thighs.
“Yup, …looks just like a pumpkin. ..knobby, lumpy and everything…”
Mandy turned back around and giggled, but Shep was already turned off and pissed that he wasn’t going to get laid. Well, he COULD get laid, but this was worse than he was expecting. He sat down on the toilet and asked Mandy if she had a pen in her purse. She seemed confused, but she dug around and pulled out a sharpie and handed it to him. He looked up at her from the toilet and smiled,
“Mandy…sweetie…it’s time for you to go to sleep.”
Shep jumped up with quickness that only pure athletes have and leapt for her as the scene faded out….
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The scene fades back in and we see Shep walking around the bathroom with the sharpie in his hand and a sick smile on his face. We see Mandy lying face down on the bathroom counter with her hands tied behind her back. Salem had tied her jeans around her mouth to silence her screams and complaints. She only wore her shirt and we could see her bare ass with her legs hanging off the end of the counter. She looked extremely uncomfortable. Salem sat down on the toilet lid next to Mandy’s legs and motioned with his head for the camera to look at Mandy’s ass. We got a close look at Mandy’s booty, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. It was covered in pimples and red dots. Shep had drawn a huge square around her butt cheeks and in the middle he had written WCF, the "C" being in the center of her ass crack. Inside the square, Shep had circled the pimples in small groups. Some circles had 2-3 pimples; others had 4-5 circled in a group. Some were circled with only one pimple inside. On her lower back was another square, but much smaller, that contained four smiley faces. Shep sat sideways on the toilet and moved Mandy’s legs slightly apart so he could get closer to her ass with the sharpie. As he did, his face had a grossed out look and he waved his hand around trying to rid the smell from his vicinity.
"Her bottom breath is stanky!!!"
Shep took the Sharpie and pointed at her ass, "So...you all might be wondering what in the fuck I’ve done to Mandy’s ass here. Well, if you take a closer look....don’t mind the smell.....You'll see the square a drew around her ass cheeks. What is that, you ask? That’s the WCF wrestling ring. And you see all the pimples on her pumpkin? those are the WCF wrestlers. ...You'll notice that some of them are circled in groups.
...why you ask?...
I'll explain that in just a moment. You'll also notice that there are four smiley faces in this smaller box that aren’t in the WCF Ass Ring of death. Those are the people that I like!! The people that don’t belong in the WCF Ass Ring of Death.
Shep slapped the side of her ass cheek and instantly a red hand print started to appear on the side of her cheek. Mandy tried to scream out but it was muffled from the jeans tied around her mouth.
Shut up bitch!!! I can’t believe you actually thought I was gonna fuck you!! ...Well, I was until I seen all these pimples all over yer ass....shits fuckin gross, girl. So were gonna play a game, sort of....You see, each zit represents a WCF wrestler in the ring for WAR. Now, basically, all of you are just a fucking pain in my ass...and Mandy’s too... Some of you are a little more important than others, some of you are bigger than others and some of you are fuller of shit than the others. Like this one right here.
Shep pointed the Sharpie at one of the pimples and tapped the sharpie on Mandy’s ass. This pimple was one of the biggest and it was the only one in the circle that he had drawn.
You see, this one here....This represents Cliff of Doom. Why is this one circled on its own while others are circled in groups, you ask? Because Cliff of Doom is the only wrestler here pretending to be a teacher…..or wait, ….he’s the only teacher here pretending to be a wrestler –I mean…. Nobody cares about your classes, nobodies impressed that you want to educate people - nobody really gives a shit!! This is wrestling, this isn’t school. If I wanted to learn something I wouldn’t have dropped out in the 9th grade, ok? No, I didn’t graduate or get my diploma - but that’s fine!!
I dropped out in the 9th grade and Im fuckin rich!!!! Did you tell your students that? Did you tell them that school is just a fucking waste of time no matter the subject, the grade or the course? Because school doesn’t prepare you for the real world...School teaches you how to take tests and prepare you for college....not real life. Then you get to college and you get a fucking degree that’s USELESS in today’s world!!! Then you try to get a job in a flooded market, and guess what? ...You're unemployed with a degree, a shit ton of student loans and no life experience. You are setting those people up for failure. Do you realize that?
Shep squeezed the pimple and the top of it burst open and a little of the white pus came out of the top.
More shit…That’s what you’re feeding kids, and it’s what you’re feeding yourself. There you are, teaching and showing the world that you have compassion for others, …that you want to see other people succeed in life. That’s precious and all, but that aint gonna help you at War, because I don’t think you have the mindset to do what it takes to win this match….because I think you soft… Yeah, you’ve got the ability, the skills and the moves but I don’t think you have the mentality to win this. You care about other people too much, and aren’t you supposed to be setting a good example for those kids? What kind of example is it gonna send when I wipe my ass with you and you have to go back and face all those kids staring back at you?
How would you approach that since you take us as a fucking joke…Oh, don’t get me wrong, you’re one of the few people here that understands what were capable of, you said it yourself. But listening to you talk about ZT and my boys, it’s clear that you don’t know a damn thing about us….Do some research, teach! That’s setting a bad example for them kids. Do you tell them to believe everything they read on the internet? Cause it’s obvious that you fuckin do!! …Fuck you talkin about Cash talkin to people backstage and shit like that!? I need to be able to check your fucking sources, teach.
So far it’s clear that you didn’t study either, you haven’t watched us in the ring or paid any attention to our promos. You are failing so far. And there aint no re-takes either, cause you can’t take back the stupid shit you spewed the other day. It’s like writing it in pen, it never goes away. …Do you let the kids use pens? …Ah, it don’t really matter…. What matter is I can’t wait till next week to see your promo, so I get to see you sitting in front of that class trying to explain how you got beat by a guy ‘in juggalo face paint and a hockey jersey.’ …You know what?
I think I’ve heard that before… HAVE YOU BEEN COPYING SOMEONE ELSES HOMEWORK!?!?! I thought you were smarter than that being a college educated guy and all; but Im beginning to think that you’re not a very good example to our youth like Zero Tolerance is. Who can trust a teacher that can’t do his own fact checking or studying on the subjects he talks about? You sound like a shitty fucking teacher……WAIT A MINUTE!!!!! I know what it is!!!! Shitty fucking teachers are only at schools for one thing: to creep on their students. …Is that what you’re up to, Cliff? You just teach so you can get easy blowjobs from hoes wanting an A, right? Hell yeah you do!! It’s obvious that you can’t fucking teach!! Oh hey, we have a little guy named Damien Kaine, he’s not one of your students in case you’re wondering….so don’t molest him. Pervert.
Shep squeezed the pimple and the rest of the pus shot out followed by a little blood. Mandy started to squirm and Shep told her to shut up, this was going to take a while!! He took the sharpie and put an X over the one that represented Cliff of Doom.
X him out, he can’t win War molesting students. ..Let’s move on. Let’s go to this group here shall we….
Shep pointed at another circle with 3 pimples in it as Mandy squirmed.
This here is what we call the titty group…this one gets me the most excited!!! This is without a doubt the BEST group of them all!! This group in the WCF Ass ring of Death is Twilight, Lilith and that other bitch Serujah. They call her the Hebrew Hammer, but Im gonna Hammer the Hebrew in and out of the ring…I’ll have that bitch bruised up between her thighs outside the ring, and I’ll do the same to her face inside the ring…It’s a sad deal that I gotta hit a girl or three, but I gotta win me that chance to fight for the World Title so its whatever…I’ll hit them.
I can’t wait to get back in the ring with my honey Twilight!! I know she didn’t stick around long in our previous match because she knew Archer was in her corner and that’s not gonna win you very many matches….So she left, and it was really disappointing. But now I get a second chance to throw her all over the ring like I know she wants to be. What’s even better is Lilith will be in the ring too!! Now, she aint got shit on my Twilight, but my homies on the WCF News asked us whose titties we wanted to see: Twilights or Lilith’s!? You KNOW I voted for Twilight!! And I hope you all voted for Twilight as well!! Cause I know Lilith got them saggy ass titties that nobody wanna see….From what I hear, sounds like a lot of people seem them titties anyway, so it kinda takes the mystery away.
I think I need to get them side by side in the ring and let me hold one of they titties at the same time so I can get a good idea of whose I wanna see more. Shit, that gets me excited just thinking about it!! While Im doing that, this Serujah girl can stick her finger in my ass cause that shit---oh uumm….yeah, let’s just pretend that I didn’t say that part….Totally ignore that. That place is a exit only, no fingers allowed!!! I know twilight and Lilith have some history here in the WCF and they accomplished some things before ZT arrived, but now yall gonna be makin us sandwiches and shining Crazy J’s Hardcore Title cause that’s what girls is supposed to do. I would prefer you make them sandwiches naked, …because uhh, well that would just be awesome!! But until then, I have to be like Ray Rice and hit some girls.
Twilight, I know she gonna put up a fight. But Lilith!? That was like beating up a kid with downs syndrome. All we had to do was trick her dumbass into looking for Twilight and she showed up to the ring right on schedule!! Cash and I beat her sorry ass just like we did her jobber friend Skittlez, …who has never been heard from again. This other girl though, she really interest me…She talks about fuckin every guy in the world and people say she calls herself like: The naked Wrestler…or something like that. Man that’s gonna be a big distraction if she come to the ring with them titties just bouncing around. Im just excited that the world finally gets to see Lilith and Twilight in the ring together after all that shit they talk on the internet. Why fight in front of a screen when yall can please everyone in the ring!?
I don’t know when everyone is coming into the match, but it would be CRIMINAL if we didn’t get to see those two in the ring at the same time. Shit, I bet all us guys might just agree to stop fighting and watch them two bitches go at it. Serujaja or whatever her name is, …she’s kinda the odd girl out in all this mess…Cause you know girls can’t get along in groups of three. Two of them ALWAYS pick on the other and leave her out…I have a feeling that’s gonna happen to Hebrew girl. Them two other bitches is gonna team up on her, call her names and tell her that her clothes is ugly…and she FAT!!! Girls always like to say that about other girls. That’s like the best insult they got, “Yeah well…she’s FAT!!” She aint fat though, but she kinda sexy!!
I gotta admit, she look better than Lilith, but that’s not hard to do….Nothing compares to my beauty queen Twilight though. She’s one of those bitches that gives off the ‘bossy’ attitude, kinda like she think she better than everyone else…Them type of girls is just playing hard to get, and I know she want some of this schizo but she just aint ready to admit it yet. One day she’ll wanna get married and her name gonna be Sara Shepard, ….you see how well that rolls off your tongue? But that’s down the road cause we can’t be getting married right now…I don’t wanna be called a wife beater. Until then, these girls gonna have to accept they don’t have a shot at winning War, not with me in the ring….But they DO have a shot at getting in my pants if they play they cards right!!! …Ok, you three can’t win…Lets pop them pimples like they yalls fake titties!!!
Shep squeezed the three pimples in the circle, all exploding the white pus and a little blood afterward. He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped the fluids away. Shep then took the Sharpie and pointed to a spot on Mandys left cheek over toward the outline of the sharpie that was the wrestling ring. These weren’t pimples, it was more like a little rash with red bumps.
You see this shit right here? These little things aren’t serious and don’t pose a threat at all. It’s really just an annoying little rash that will go away after a few days. It may itch a little and it may get on your nerves, but it poses no serious threat. …But you see all those little red dots on that rash? Jesus fuck there’s a lot of them!!! These represent the folks that aren’t even worth the breath the announcer uses to introduce them with. Fuck, I had to write all these names on a piece of paper just to remember them all.
Shep reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.
Ok, so every red dot on that rash represents: Jaice Wilds, Alex Winters, Joe Smarts, Sha McKay, Little tornado, JNJ, Kidd Krazzy, Koola, Brian Paine, Zoey Ryback, Jay West and last by not least….Cormack MacNeill. …Whoever the fuck that is. Does anyone know that guy? ………. No, I didn’t expect that you did. Jesus Christ that was a long list of names and I even had a few red dots left over. I didn’t think the WCF had this many jobbers, no named losers and washed up wanna-bes on the fucking roster!!!! Why are these people in the match when I only know like….three of them.
Can anyone identify more than three people on that list of names? HELL NO!!!!! This is the group of people have no fucking shot at winning War and I lumped them all together for that very reason. These are the people that Im embarrassed to be associated with. When one of these people say, “I wrestle in the WCF”…that shit just gives us ALL a bad name because NONE of you are worthy of even being in the War match. Please, do us all a favor and fucking STAY HOME!!!! Im sure Seth doesn’t want to see that giant piece of his roster in the hospital all at the same time. Shit, some of the people that I worked with in the ZT wrestling school are better than most of the people in this match.
Shep took the Sharpie and started to color in the circle that contained the rash, and Mandy giggled a little as it tickled. After a few moments, she had a giant black spot on her cheek
Ok, there…I got rid of them. They don’t even need to be in the ring, …just a bunch of fucking embarrassments!! On to our next group!!!!!
Shep pointed at a circled group of pimples that had already been popped.
These ones here…these guys are what we call “ZT has done whooped your ass already, so get the fuck outta my way” group. This group includes well known bottom feeders such as Dion Necurat, Damien Kaine, Cap Condom and TomoHawk…Now there are others like Lilith, Zmac, Archer…guys who have fallen at the hands of Zero Tolerance by one of us three. But you four guys get your own category because we’ve beaten you more than once….PROBLEM IS!!!!! I did pull the choke of the year and totally fuckin bomb to Cap Condom and TomoHawk at Slam two weeks ago.. Ok yeah, Im still trying to get the fuck over it.
….It’s hard.
Ok?.....
When you lose to a guy wearing a giant fucking condom for an outfit….. THAT CHANGES YOUR WHOLE FUCKIN OUTLOOK!!!! And that’s a big reason why I’ve been acting like a fucking LUNATIC all week long!! Because I’ll be damned if I let Cap Condom take me out of this match. Dion couldn’t get a win on the WCF video game with the AI settings turned all the way in his favor and the level on easy, alright? That guy has been nothing more to me than practice since we got in the WCF and he doesn’t even get a second thought from me this week. I have more important people to take out of the ring, people who are actually a threat to win the match.
Now TomoHawk is a guy that you have to watch out for, …he’s a guy that sneaks up on ya and you’ll be like, ‘where the fuck that shit come from!?’….Ok?.... I know firsthand….sadly enough. But I aint the foolish type of asshole that lets that shit happen to me more than once, and NO WAY will it happen two matches in a row!! Yeah, I wanted those Tag Belts in a bad way, but Cash and I didn’t pick them up, …and that’s ok because I have something bigger waiting for me at the end of War. I get the chance to fight for the World Title. And as great as if would have been to hold those Tag Titles, nothing can beat the opportunity to fight for the biggest, most important title in the game.
And I’ll be damned if a bastard like Damien Kaine is gonna be the one to stop me from winning War. We’ve wiped our ass with Kaine ever since we stepped in the WCF, and Seth even had the balls to put that little dildo on our team once!!! The hell where they thinking that we fight with outsiders!? Zero Tolerance don’t work well with outsiders, and we don’t NEED to work with outsiders. …because we can handle our business, and we’ll handle Kaine again just fine…..Now, moving on…..
Shep tapped the sharpie on Mandys cheek before popping all the zits one be one and wiping away the substance with toilet paper, muttering to himself as he did. Mandy started to cry. He paused and pulled out his cellphone and rolled his eyes when he saw the time. He pointed at the next pimple that was all alone.
…Ok, so, we have two problems. Erik put me on a time limit cause I told him this was gonna take hours. So I have to speed this up before it gets edited. Two, I kinda started running out of pimples. So this one nasty ball of pus shit is for the people who can beat you at any time if you aint careful, and new people that are kinda overlooked….and I know what that’s fucking like…But I keep my eye on these newcomers, ..Im watching…I know who gonna make a name for themselves down the road, but still taking your seat behind me!! Like Steven Singh. I get confused when Im watching a Steven Singh promo because at first Im not sure who it is, because there’s like 55,000 other wrestlers and look, act and dress all the same way….Good job, you have no way of standing out to anyone.
Mandy tried to bed Shep to hurry up as tears streamed down her face.
Bitch you agreed to do this, …shut up!!.....Anyway, you want to claim that you’re a goddamn superstar already but nobody even gives a fuck about you!! They’ve all seen you gimmick done a million times over!! You’re just a typical douchebag asshole walkin around thinkin you’re better than everyone else because you have expensive clothes on! Yeah, you got some skill, but I hope you can outlast he other people I’ve lumped you with. Guys like Bruno Armstrong, who might put a run together here in the future. A guy like Jason O’neal, ..ya know I like his promos, sometimes it’s pretty funny. But ya know what’s even funnier? Watching him lose and cry about it! Watching him bitch and complain that nobody takes him seriously. Well you gotta fuckin win sometime, or beat someone worth a shit!! Hell, you got here about the same time that we did and you’ve just kinda faded into the background….But will Singh do that?
Possibly, but he’s a better wrestler than O’Neal. You’re right Singh, I want my respect too – but the difference between Jason and I is I’ve won here and I’ve taken superstars to the limit. Yeah, you can keep on crackin those jokes, but just remember…You blend in with the crowd and people don’t even know who you are. When we got here we came bustin the doors down letting everyone know ZT is here, and here to fuckin stay!!! Sign comes in, ‘Im a mean, well-dressed, arrogant asshole’ ….how exciting!!! We’ll see if you stick around though, and if you can outlast O’Neal. I have Jordan Ciserano lumped in here with yall, cause that mother fucker is capable of winning…I gotta give it to the guy, he puts in the effort and he fuckin tries…The guy probably works really hard.
And guys with dedication are tough to beat if you don’t put doubt in their minds. Hes stepped into the ring with some big names since he got here and he’s done well, ..that’s the opposite of O’Neal….he’s another guy that hasn’t been here much longer than we have but he made his name known, he’s shown that he’s not a pushover even though some people still think he is. For you, Singh, your career is gonna go one of those two ways…Like Jordan’s? Or O’Neal’s? You have the talent, but I don’t think anyone’s ever going to care who you are in the long run. You might win some big matches but you’ll wonder why you don’t have fans, or hordes of people who gather just to Boo at you like we do. You’re a dime a dozen kinda guy, …nothing special. Jordan is the best one out of you three and he’ll outlast you both at War, …then I’ll dispose of him.
Shep popped that pimple and drew an X through it, then moved on quickly knowing that he was short on time.
…This next group here, it covers a lot of people…
Shep took the sharpie and retraced the circle around the 2 pimples.
These are the guys that make the WCF what it is. The guys who have stepped in, filled the shoes of other legends left behind and kept the train rolling... Some of these people are at different points in their careers, but they all play a part in the success that the WCF has right now. Some of these guys have seen better days, a few are just getting started, and some haven’t been in the ring for a long time from what I understand. This means I have to go up against guys like Doc Henry, people that I have never stepped foot in the ring with. I’ve seen Doc do his thing, although I think his line of thought is a little outdated and kinda odd…And if I say somethings odd, that says something….
Doc reminds me of like an old country, western guy. …All Cowboys and Indians shootin ‘em up and shit like that!! I think those guys are kinda racist, right?….Are you racist, Doc? Do you have like something personal against CJ Phoenix? Cause he’s black ya know. And if that was the case, if I see you beatin on him just cause he’s black, Im gonna help a brotha out!! ..Then Im gonna kick HIS ass and eliminate him from War!! Doc is kinda like Jason Cash, but not nearly as good. At least CJ is smart enough to see that he can’t get ZT to turn against each other…I don’t know why anyone would think that’s possible, …but CJ gets it. What he doesn’t get is he waiting to see how this changes us after War. The only thing that’s gonna change is Im getting a World Title shot after my victory and my two homies is gonna be there cheering me on.
Cash and I didn’t get jealous when J won that Hardcore Title!! Shit, we were his number one fans!! …I was a little bit jealous that Cash got a shirt that said “#1 Fan” and he didn’t get me one…that was kinda fucked up. Aint nothing gonna change CJ, and you better just stay happy with the Title that you have because you aint gonna make it to the end of this match. Yeah, you gonna make it a lot farther than others, but when I see the opportunity, Im gonna make sure you leave the ring watching other people battle it out, knowing that Alpha title is all you ever gonna get. Henry Spearman hasn’t been around here as long as some of the other guys, but he’s proven that he’s going to be a fixture in the future of the WFC and he’s already etched his name in the WCF history books when he won the TV Title back before I even got here.
Henrys one of these bigger guys and you seen the look on his face? Mother fucker looks dumber than a rock so I guess it’s a good thing that he picked wrestling as a career. Not that I have much room to talk being a drop out, but I spell…..well….some words. Henry gonna be a part of this place when ZT dominates in the future, so he’ll be getting an early look at that future when I raise my hands in victory. …There are bigger and more important wrestlers to worry about besides Henry Spearman…
We have guys like Bishop…Bishop is a guy that did the same thing that ZT has done. He came in here and made a name for himself, and now he’s our Peoples Champion. I don’t know how you can be a Peoples Champion when you have them living in some weird ass off the grin community, Mr. Warren Jeffs Jr. Yeah, that’s right, you might have everyone else fooled but you aint foolin me!! I’ve been on to you and tellin people about that polygamy thing you got going on up there. I’ve seen the shows on those people and they breed with their own family and it’s fucking disgusting!!! What kind of Peoples Champion is that!? A Peoples Champion should mean something, whether you’re liked or you’re hated, it should have a meaning!!
Mandy started to move and Shep grabbed her ass cheeks to keep her still
Nobody gives a rats ass about Bishop outside his little weird community where they probably worship this guy like he’s a God or something. …he aint nothing of the sort because a God-like person wouldn’t be scared….yeah, SCARED!! I watched how you had nothing to say about us after the match I lost to Battle. I seen you trying to kiss Crazy J’s ass just because yall had to be on the same team for a match! That’s the signs of a weak ass, scared little bitch! You and this sorry as clan of wrestlers that you’ve put together…
You made it very clear that the people following you around all day long were a bunch of scrubs and outcasts that nobody liked or wanted…The shit of society. You basically admitted that yourself! And what did you do? You put a group of wrestlers together that fit the same profile as the losers that flock to you. ..how fitting!! Now how do those guys feel? Do they know that you think they suck!? The Brotherhood is a sad embarrassment of a stable and its NOTHING compared to the greatness that is ZT. It’ll fall apart and die a slow death while ZT stays at the top, and you’ll always have to realize that ZT is several rungs higher on the ladder than you will ever be, Bishop.
Then we have these guys like Jeff Purse and Mickey eXtreme. Yeah, everyone tells me how fucking great they are – but I aint ever seen Jeff Purse in the ring. I guess Mickey gets to come in the ring last, and that’s great, that’s the advantage that he holds over everyone else. He looks like something that hangs out with Zmac whose just a tweaker with teeth the color of mossy oak camo. Mickey seems to fit that same profile and people really seem to be scared of this guy. …Yeah, he may be the baddest mother fucker to ever walk the face of this planet, but Im not gonna pretend that Im scared. Hes just another face in the ring that I have to dispose of when I get to War.
Yeah, he’s another one of these guys that’s been around here for a good minute; and Im sure he’s seen his fair share of people come and go from these WCF doors. And I hope that Mickey has accomplished everything that he was wanting to in his WCF career, because all of that is about to change now that ZT is here. …and what about this Jeff Purse guy. How the fuck am I supposed to take this guy seriously when his last name is Purse!? Im just calling you Man Purse from this point because I like it better. Now where the fuck does this guy get off thinking that he can just waltz right on in here and jump in the ring and win War!? Noooooo!!!!!
You got this all wrong Man Purse, you don’t get to lay back and take life easy and decide “Well, I guess I’ll go wrestle in War and win!!” I’ll be damned if I let ANYONE that’s not out here busting their ass every week win War. No. No way. It’s not going to happen. And the same thing goes for Flash and anyone else that thinks they can just show up out of nowhere and compete in this match!! I don’t care if yall have been sitting on your ass, training, or wrestling in some other shithole that isn’t at the top level like the WCF is! Im gonna make sure that yall don’t even have a chance to unpack your bags before I put an end to your short return at War.
Hell, does everyone get to enter!? Can I got get my old as aunt and let her compete!? Erik Black and Jaymz are legends in the wrestling world, should we bring them back and let ZT be five strong in the ring!? Goddamn, maybe we can pick up some hobos and hookers and add them to the match too!! ..Oh wait, we already have Zmac and Lilith, so I guess we have those covered. You returning guys like Man Purse, FPV and Jay Omega just need to stay the fuck where you are…Stay out of our business and let the current superstars and the future superstars compete in the match that’s OURS.
I don’t care how many matches you’ve fought here, I don’t care how many titles you’ve won here….If you didn’t wrestle here in the last month, so you don’t mean anything to this company and none of you deserve to get the World Title shot. Odin, a man past his prime and seen better days…yeah, Im sure he can still beat the living shit out of people with his size and natural strength, but he don’t have the stamina to keep up anymore, does he? I guess we gonna find out…But I don’t think anyone gonna be surprised when he makes an early exit from the ring.
Speaking of early exits, Zmac will be making one of those because that man damn near shits himself when he sees Crazy J!! I know that’s the LAST mother fucker that Zmac wants to see on Sunday night. Hell, he might take a page out of Archers book and just fucking run away! But that’s understandable, because guys like Zmac, …Teddy Blaze, Mickey eXtreme, these guys all think they’re on top of the world…But I got bad news for them because this is the week that I prove to the world that Im the best option to take that World Title away from Bates and bring it home to Zero Tolerance.
Shep popped the last two pimples and cross them out, then pointed to the small box with the drawn in happy faces.
Now, you all probably wondering what the little square is for, the one with the four smiley faces in it. Well, those faces are Me, Cash, Crazy J and Gemini Battle.
Yes, ...Gemini Battle.
Why? Cause Battle is the only fucker here that understands what were about, who we are and where we came from. Others in this match have admitted that we have ability, but at the end of the day they still don’t give us a chance and laugh us off. Battle though, he’s different...I do think he’s a bit odd, kinda weird and a little crazy ...BUT HEY!!!!!! I like those traits in people and that’s why I teamed up with Cash and Crazy J from day one!! There are a lot of people around here that I respect, but after this week some of that is different. How I choose to respect people has changed... I respect Gemini as a person, whereas everyone else here - I don’t respect you as people.
I might admit that you have skill, and you may be one of the best in the business - but I don’t have to respect you as a person. I respect Battle as a person because he has an idea of the hell that I live through everyday with the shit that goes on in my brain. And so far, he’s the ONLY mother fucker in this match that didn’t toss us to the side and say "You have talent but you have no chance!!" Now, am I sitting here kissing his ass? Fuck no!!! Im just explaining the difference between ZT, Battle and the rest of the WCF. We don’t have friends on the "outside" so lets not get it twisted like that either. Battle and I have never even had a simple conversation...Even when we cross each other backstage I might give him a nod as I pass by - but that’s it.
There aint no friendship thing going on with ZT and Battle. its just called: Mutual Respect. In a dream scenario it would be Me and one of my ZT homies as the last two standing in the ring at the end of War; but if it cant be one of my ZT brothers then I hope it's Gemini and myself standing as the last two in the ring. Why? For several reasons. For one, it would be great to see two painted up guys in the ring that people laugh at...I would get a kick out of that. And reason number two? Well, ...I do have this little burning desire to redeem myself for being responsible for ZT's first loss in the WCF. No, I haven’t forgotten, Battle. I didn’t forget that you came in the ring and made quick work of my ass and proved that experience is what I was lacking.
What was that? My third career match? Yeah, and how many other rookies come in here and take on the likes of Battle, Bishop, Lilith and Twilight in a matter of a month. How many other rookies moved up the card to main event status that fast? How many other people had the chance to stand across from the Peoples Champ and the former World Champ and get that chance to take them down?? Mutual respect only goes so far when its time for me to win War. I mean, shit, there’s a chance that I might have to fight J or Cash at the end of the match....I still think us playing paper, rock, scissors would be the best route to determine which ZT guy is gonna be the winner.
Shit, I should have played Rock, paper, scissors with Gemini in that tag match...I might have had a better chance to win that way!!! HAAA!!! But, like I said, I’ve learned a lot since that match; and Battle will see that this aint the same schizo he faced over a month ago when I was still cutting my teeth. The training wheels have come off and I don’t have J or Cash to rely on this week to get me out of a bad position...They might be there to help me for a bit, but they still have to fight for they own win this week...This aint no tag match this time. When I look around at my opponents for this match, Battle is the one that always comes back to the front of my mind.
Cause if you ask me, he’s the most dangerous man in the ring that isn’t reppin ZT. But this time I'm ready, Im prepared to finish what I couldn’t last time I stepped into the ring with him. But will Gemini have the same respect for us that he has now, after I kick his ass? Not that it really matters...It wont hurt my feelings one way or the other.. I do have this feeling that after I win War...there will be excuses and people still pushing me to the side like Im not good enough to be here. People who will ignore my win and act like it was a fluke or they got screwed over by someone when they aren’t looking... There will be no excuses from me after War, because you don’t make excuses when you win.
Shep let out a sigh of relief as Mandy was now in full blown tears. He held up his finger and pointed at mandys ass, which was now a square full of red skin, smeared blood streaks, and tons of black X’s.
The great thing about all of this, is that it tells a story!! Well, it’s like a poem type story. Im gonna tell it, and then Im out!!
Shep pointed to each X that all the wrestlers were located in as he talked.
As I came to the ring I saw Steven Singh,
He was singing a song to Mickey eXtreme.
A song about a romp Bishop had with psychopomp
They all looked at sad Brian Paine,
Who was standing alone in the rain.
He heard a noise and thought it was a bear!
Turns out, it was Liliths cooter hair!
Her crotch snortled and snarted,
Even Archer had thought that she farted.
The stench of her crotch gave the sky a yellow haze,
It stunk soo bad it killed Teddy Blaze!
I saw Sara Twilight was standing to my right,
I wanted her to hold my cock and I thought that she might.
Just then, Serjuah was dressed as a nurse,
She appeared out of nowhere and took Jeffs Purse!
She bitch slapped him in the face,
Then sprayed CJ Phoenix with mace!
She said, "Get outta here, I don't like your race!!"
So CJ Phoenix went back to his place.
CJ cried in his bowl of Zmac and cheese,
And fetched Odin adult diapers when he said please.
Zmac left the match to his trailer with Seth,
You know, that place he cooks all of his meth.
Just remember Mac, your legacy aint even that rich,
and right now, you just Crazy J’s bitch!
Adam Young was insulting FPV,
TomoHawk mistook it for an STD.
As word got way to Jason Cash,
Rumor was more than just a mere rash.
A guy offered some weed to help Adam's balls heal,
Turns out it was Aprils cousin, Jason O'Neal!
None of those guys could win the match,
Not after the funk emitted from Liliths snatch.
So we held a vigil for Teddy Blaze,
And the others who died in Liliths cooter haze.
Kaine saw the peering eyes of Cliff of Doom,
Little did he know, Cliff wanted to share a room.
He thought Damien Kaine was a short school kid,
And molesting students was what he did.
Kaine left the ring with fear in his eye,
For Cliff had thoughts of making his butt hole cry.
A bat exploded on the head of Alex Winters,
And Spearman eye was pelted with splinters.
Doc Henry didn't like the look of this place,
So he pulled out his gun and shot Obi's face.
Doc, not sure what he had done,
Chewed on the barrel of his own gun.
They were dead in the ring and Shep cheered with delight,
As he was one step closer to winning War tonight.
Most of his opponents were gone or dead,
except that one crazy guy who was fucked in the head.
It was Gemini so Shep waved and said Hi.
Battle didn't say a word, he was a creepy guy.
Shep tazed Battle and got him on the floor,
He said: stay down creepy clown, I don't wanna hurt you no more.
By this point there wasn't anyone left to fight,
And Shep realized he had won War tonight!!!
He looked at the crowd, his attitude a bit batty,
And said: this is the future and...
ZERO TOLERANCE IS YOUR DADDY!!
ZERO TOLERANCE IS YOUR DADDY!!
