Post by Salem Shepard on Oct 6, 2016 21:20:33 GMT -5
I told the world that I had a point to prove. I told them all I was going to show my worth at WAR and I did exactly that. I stepped into the ring with the greatest collection of athletes that I had ever seen; and I fuckin held my own until there were less than ten people in the match. I told yall, ..I told all yall that I was coming for you. I took out two former World Champions and Zero Tolerance was one of the highlights of the night. I was upset that I didn’t win, yeah, and I was upset that I couldn’t take Odin out after several massive shots and the bastard still got the better of me. But that’s ok, because I still have my whole career left in front of me and the future is shining! Zero Tolerance is a machine that never stops and we only grow stronger by the day; and seeing the shock on peoples faces when Adrian Archer joined up with ZT was priceless…A plan that had been in the works for weeks …and it only makes us tougher to beat from this point. Archer brings a whole new element to Zero Tolerance and you all get to find out how deadly this combination is at Slam in just a few more days. The Trios Titles are back in play and its time Zero Tolerance keeps pounding away at the WCF; cracking its foundation and working our way deeper and deeper into its history and etching our names in the record books. It’s time that we take what’s ours….We showed the world at War that we weren’t messing around….There are no more slip ups, there are no more “next times” because this is the time we take the Trios Titles out of retirement and prove to the world that Zero Tolerance with Salem Shepard, Jason Cash and Adrian Archer will bring glory and prestige back to these Titles….
(ZT Tower, Detroit)
Salem sat across the massive mahogany desk with his shoulders slumped and his head down. Erik Blacks office was at the top floor of the ZT skyscraper that overlooked Detroit as the sun cast its orange and red hues coming up over the eastern horizon. Erik sat on the other side of his desk, talking on the phone saying he would be catching his flight out this evening, and to pick him up from the airport. He hung up the phone and stood up. He adjusted his white suit jacket and tightened up his tie, as he paid Salem no mind, and walked to the mirror hanging on the wall. He ran his hands across his hair, fixing the stragglers and making sure it was perfect. Erik Black expected perfection and dressed the same way, and you would never see Erik looking any less than perfect.
"What are you still mopping about?" Erik didn’t look at Salem as he made sure every hair was in place on his head.
"Cause I fuckin lost War, I let yall down again."
Erik turned away from the mirror and glared at Shep, "Let me down!? ...Are you fucking serious Salem!?"
Salem just shrugged his shoulders and stared at the floor.
"Listen..." Erik turned away from the mirror and walked over to Shep and sat on the corner of the desk closest to Salem, "You take this shit too personal man...You didn’t let anyone down. You were the last ZT member standing.... You were the SEVENTH PERSON left in the ring!!!"
Shep never looked up as Erik got off the desk and punched him in the arm. It wasn’t a playful punch, it was a real punch. Shep fell out of the side of the chair and bounced to his feet, anger in his eyes. He picked up his hat and put it back on,
"What the fuck man!"
Erik laughed, "That’s better. ...That got you out of your funk...maybe you'll listen to me now."
Shep sat back down in the chair, and this time he looked at Erik as he spoke.
"Like I said, you were one of the last people in the ring...You outlasted forty-two people, Salem. I don’t know why you think that Im pissed off about it. We had a great showing the other night and ZT looked good in the ring. All of you guy looked solid and Im not pissed off about anything.
Erik froze and seemed to think that last statement over, "OK, ...There are some things that we need to talk about, but its not about War. So quit stressing over that shit.. You’ve wrestled in six or seven matches, and you made it down to the end of War. You proved your worth, Salem. You said you had a point to prove, and you did.."
Erik walked back around his desk and sat across from Salem, looking him dead in the eyes.
"We do have a problem, Salem. I don’t know what Jason Cash and Crazy J tell you, but I don’t wanna have to clean up your fucking messes like I had to do with Jaymz and Crazy J all those years ago."
The anger from being punched drained from Shep’s face and he could see that Erik was all business. "I....I don’t…know what you’re talking about.....I clean my own house..."
Erik looked at Shepard like he was stupid, "Noo, Salem. …You’ve been hanging out with Crazy J too much. Im talking about the mess you made in Houston with that drug dealer. …The one that was fucking your sister."
Salem nodded, "Yeah...I took care of that. Jaymz helped me with the body."
"YOU took care of that!?"
Salem changed his tune, "No? I didn’t?" He was kinda confused.
Erik shook his head, "What? You think Jaymz just showed up on his own!? You think he flew from Detroit to Houston just to bring you here to our meeting with Bates last week!?"
Shep wasn’t sure what to say, "Uummm....No?"
"No is right, Salem. Let me tell you something, Im not following you around with a wet rag and a broom cleaning up your messes and using my contacts to keep the law from sniffing around."
The room went quiet as Salem fully understood what Erik was saying. Erik Black could see that Salem finally clued in. "Listen, you’re gonna fuck up soo bad one day that even I, Erik fuckin Black, won’t be able to save your ass. Got me?"
Salem nodded in agreement, "Yeah man, I gotcha."
Erik relaxed in the chair, "ok good. The other problem is, since you are off your meds and the pot no longer seems to be working....I don’t know if I can trust you to be alone right now. You have to get a hold of your schizophrenia, alright?"
Salem knew this was going to be a problem, "Well man, I don’t want the meds. That shit just made me confused all the time!! I couldn’t tell my own thoughts from the voices; I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t.....Im clear this way, Erik. I can’t go back to that old way, shit had me confused in the ring. Yeah, I still hear the voices but were all in agreement these days. Look at the last two weeks, I take the meds and we lose our Tag Title match. I get off the meds, and I finish in the top-ten of War....I'd say it’s working, right?"
Erik was skeptical, but he knew Salem did have a point. His best performance came at War after he had gotten off the meds. He had almost looked like a different person in the ring at War and Erik had really liked what he saw from the rookie. Turns out, Salem had been a good investment, but Erik didn’t think he was going to bring this much baggage along. He couldn’t afford to have his future superstar locked up or dead.
Erik slowly swiveled his chair back and forth and looked at the ceiling with his hands clasp together. “Ok…here’s what we’re going to do…Im gonna have Jaymz stick by your side for a while.”
Shep’s jaw dropped, “What!? Why!?”
Erik smiled, “It’ll make me feel better. That’s why. Look, you got another Title match coming up this week. You, Cash and Archer…Yall are fighting for the Trios Title. I can’t have you making another mess like you did last week.”
Shep didn’t like this because Jaymz kinda scared him. Jaymz wasn’t from..…here. He was different from anyone else that walked this ball of dirt that we called Earth. Shep glared at Erik, and he noticed that Erik wasn’t looking at Shep, he was looking at something next so Salem. Shep looked to his right, saw something massive from the corner of his eye, flinched and jumped out of the chair. Jaymz was standing there but he hadn’t been in the room all morning!! Shep wondered how he got in the room because he would have seen the huge double doors to Erik’s office open and the giant walk in.
Jaymz turned his head and stared down at Salem with that mean look that always stayed on his face. Jaymz never smiled. He had a deep, growling voice that gave Shep chills.
“C’mon kid, let’s go…”
When Jaymz barked orders, you followed. Shep nodded, and then glanced back to Erik with a concerned look on his face. Erik lowered his eyebrows in a look of confidence and motioned to Salem to go with the giant. This should have reassured Shep, but it didn’t…And he followed Jaymz out of the office.
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Name: Alexi Jaymz Yaroslav
Age: 44
Hometown: Noble, Oklahoma
-One of three ZT founding fathers
-THE Zero Tolerance Enforcer
Jaymz was a monster, a legend, and a guy you did NOT want to fuck with. Alexi Jaymz Yaroslav was born in Noble, Oklahoma and was raised by his aunt and uncle until he ran off at the age of sixteen. He wandered the dark nights slowly making his way from town to town and hid during the day, sleeping in abandoned barns or where ever he could lay his head to get some rest while the sun was high in the sky. He knew from a young age that he was different from everyone else, and it wasn’t just being 7'2" when he was nineteen that made him different, but there was something inside of him that called his human flesh "home." There was something inside of him that was passed down from generation to generation. An Evil that haunted his blood line and destroyed anyone in its path for hundreds of years. Jaymz grandfather had come over from Russia to West Texas in 1922 when he was young. He had two kids, Jaymz uncle and Jaymz father. The two brothers moved to Noble, Oklahoma and out of west Texas when their father died; and after Jaymz was born in 1972 his father disappeared and left young Alexi Jaymz Yaroslav with his aunt and uncle to be raised. Jaymz' father knew the evil that resided inside the young child, the same evil that consumed him his whole life, and nobody ever saw him again.
Jaymz possessed strength most mortal men only dreamed of, and he had quickness and agility that men his size should never have. But it wasn’t just his raw ability that made him so strong, so fast and soo successful. He had help from the Evil that lived in the deepest, darkest part in his soul....
Jaymz knew there was only one profession that he could be successful in. One profession that people would accept him for his freakish size: professional wrestling. He joined the OWC and fought in hardcore matches, leaving his face permanently scared from the razor wire, bats with nails and broken pieces of glass. He climbed the ladder to success where he met Erik Black and Crazy J …after fucking Crazy J out of the OWC World Title; he teamed up with Black and Crazy J and formed Zero Tolerance. Soon after, the OWC fell at the hands of the Trio.
They moved to the GWA where Jaymz won multiple Global, US, Hardcore and Tag Titles as the Enforcer of Zero Tolerance. He was the last GWA Global Champion and left with the Global Title when the GWA closed its doors for good and Jaymz retired from wrestling. When he retired, there had NEVER been a person that walked away from Jaymz without a loss. As the GWA turned out the lights, it was arguably the best wrestling federation in the world; until the WCF opened its doors shortly after and became the premiere federation and has dominated since then.
Jaymz stuck around with the active members of ZT for a while until he suddenly disappeared in 2007, ...until 2016 when he walked into the ZT Headquarters in Detroit one day and Erik Black looked like he had seen a ghost. Jaymz had returned but he didn’t want to wrestle; he wanted revive Zero Tolerance and get it back to its rightful place: On top of the World.
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Bloomfield Hills, Michigan.
Claire didn’t like Jaymz at all. After fake-manikin-Lisa had died, they all met and had breakfast to try and console Crazy J and she had said something about Crazy J that Jaymz didn’t like. Claire was lucky that Jaymz didn’t kill her on the spot. Jaymz didn’t care who she was, or anyone else for that matter, because he didn’t tolerate people talking shit about Crazy J. Crazy J was his former tag team partner and best friend; and he understood The Crazy One better than Shep, Cash or Erik Black ever did.
Claire stood upstairs in Shep’s huge house leaning on the railing, looking down at the entryway as she saw Jaymz duck his head to enter the house. He never looked up, but he knew that Claire was watching him. He knew everything. And as usual, he wore his long black trench coat and a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. The scars that covered his face gave him a menacing appearance and he never looked happy. He never smiled. Claire watched as he slowly walked from the entryway and disappeared into the house. Shep walked in after Jaymz and Claire called out to him. Shep looked up, his blue contacts standing out from his black and white painted face and went up the stairs taking two at a time.
Claire met him at the top and he could see that she wasn’t very happy. Claire had more color in her face and she had even seemed to put on a few pounds since she had gotten on suboxone and off the heroin.
"What is HE doing here?"
Shep could sense the anger in her voice, "Erik wanted him to stick with me this week...its ok."
Claire rolled her eyes, "Oh, so you need a babysitter now!?"
"No!! Hes not my babysitter!! Fuck is you talkin about!?"
Claire started to walk off to her bedroom, "Im not coming out until he’s gone. I hate that fuckin guy."
She slammed the door behind her and Shep stood there for a moment hoping that Claire would get over this and not be too pissed off later. She was going to have get along with Jaymz whether she liked it or not. Jaymz was a huge part of Zero Tolerance and he was going to be around a lot. He shook his head in disappointment and went back down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. He saw Jaymz sitting there on a bar stool, his long jacket covering the stool completely as he lit another cigarette.
Jaymz slightly turned his head to Shep, "So she hates me."
Salem wasn’t sure what to say...He knew there was NO WAY Jaymz had heard that conversation from down here, it was impossible!!
Shep shrugged, "Don’t worry about her man. ...she'll come around."
Jaymz didn’t respond and showed no emotion. He only sat there, slowly taking drag after drag from the cigarette.
Salem looked at Jaymz for a response but one never came. The kitchen was at the back of the house and led to the backyard and Salem headed that way after he refilled his vape box with juice. He didn’t like Jaymz smoking in the house, but what was he gonna do? Make Jaymz get up and go outside!? Yeah right!! Jaymz could crush every bone in his body without getting up from the stool or actually laying a finger on him. ...and Shep knew this. He put the top back on his atomizer and headed toward the back door. He wanted to go outside and vape and get away from the cigarette smoke that Jaymz was filling the house with.
He walked past Jaymz and started to open the backdoor; but before he could even get it all the way open the door slammed shut with such force that it cracked the glass in one panel. Shep jumped back as he saw the deadbolt on the door turn by itself and lock. He turned and looked back at Jaymz who was still sitting on the stool with his back to him. Shep glared at the big man and knew he wouldn’t give him the same look if the giant actually been looking at him. Shep reached out to unlock the deadbolt but it wouldn’t turn. He put all the strength he had into it, but the lock wouldn’t even budge. It was like trying to pull the sword from the stone.
"Ya aint goin out there..." The deep, growling voice of Jaymz came from behind him.
Shep turned around and saw that Jaymz still had his back to him sitting on the stool, he had never moved.
"Why the fuck not!?" Shep’s tone was forceful.
Jaymz quickly swiveled around on the stool and faced Salem. Any courage he had to stand up to Jaymz faded fast.
He stood up from the stool and towered over Salem, "Cause...I said so....Erik don’t want you running off..."
Both men quickly turned their heads to the front of the house as they heard a knock at the door and someone let themselves in.
"..Cash.." Jaymz muttered under his breath.
'How does he know that???' Salem thought as a voice came from the front of the house.
"HHEEEYYY!!! Fuck ya at, Shep!?" The voice echoed through the house.
Jaymz was right, it was Jason Cash...but there was something else because Shep could see anger starting to form on Jaymz face.
"In the kitchen, homie!" Shep called back.
Seconds later Jason Cash appeared in the kitchen followed by Adrian Archer. Archer paused and froze as he walked into the kitchen and saw the beast of man, Jaymz, standing there.
"Woah! There’s the gladiator!!!" Archer laughed as he entered the kitchen.
Jaymz gritted his teeth and Salem could feel the pressure in the room change and the foundation of the house started to shake. Archer quickly glanced around the room as the house shook, "Earthquake!? ...In Michigan!?"
Cash shook his head no and looked at Jaymz, "Settle down big man..."
The house stopped shaking and Cash looked at Archer, "Don’t piss him off, alright?"
Archer looked slightly confused, "..Wait...he was making the house shake?"
Nobody said a word but Archer knew he was right and decided he should leave the big man alone as he didn’t know him very well yet; and he had been warned that it would take Jaymz a while to warm up to him. Zero Tolerance was Jaymz' baby and he was cautious of ANY outsider.
Jaymz still didn’t like Archer and he wanted to rip his head off, but he knew that wasn’t an option. Jaymz walked toward the back door and the deadbolt turned by itself; then the door opened and nobody said a word as Jaymz walked into the backyard and the door closed, again by itself, as he walked out.
Archers eyes were huge, "Woah...uuuhh....Did that door just open by itself?"
Cash, who had seen this before, wasn’t impressed. "Yeah, that’s what Jaymz does...See, that’s why you don’t want to piss him off."
Archer slowly nodded in agreement as he replayed the scene in his head several times. Shep and Cash were sure that he had never met a man like Jaymz - because there was no other man like Jaymz.
Jaymz stayed outside most the day since Archer was in the house and he didn’t really wanna talk to Archer, not yet. The other three had stayed in the house and cracked jokes while Cash cracked open beer cans.
Cash finished off another can and tossed it toward the trashcan and missed, "Fuckin shit!! That’s why I didn’t play basketball..."
Archer sat at the table next to Cash and across form Shep, "You guys see were main event status now?"
Cash laughed, "We always main event status!!! Sometimes they just don’t put us there."
Shep agreed, "Yeah...but we gotta take care of business this time. We choked last time, homie."
"Oh Gawwdd" Cash rolled his eyes, "Put that shit behind you Shep....We got Archer with us this week and a different set of Titles to win."
Archer nodded, "Just wait till I pin Kaine..."
Cash laughed, "You aint pinnin no-damn-body, At. Im gonna toss all three them sumbitches on top each other and pin all three of 'em."
"Yeah right!!!" Archer looked at Shep, then back at Cash. "Im going to show you guys why you brought my magnificent ass to ZT...Im gonna take them all out!"
"It’s like a goddamn dick measuring contest over here or something!!" Cash roared as he popped another top.
Shep just sat there silently, listening to them discuss the match while he kept looking out the window and watching Jaymz smoke one cigarette after another when Cash’s dick measuring contest comment caught his attention.
Shep looked up, "Were having a dick measuring contest?"
Archer nodded, "I guess we are...says the Hillbilly!"
Shep went back into his own thoughts as Cash and Archer talked. He wondered about this dick measuring contest and being the competitive person he was, he wasn’t about to lose. He thought a plan and looked at Jaymz sitting in the backyard once more. He stood up and looked at the two men.
"I have to go take a shit." Shep said proudly.
The other two just gave him an odd look but didn’t say anything as he turned and walked off. Once he got out of the kitchen he sprinted down the hallway to the bureau and opened the drawer. He found a tape measure and put it in his pocket as he opened another drawer and pulled out a crinkled piece of paper and a pen. He shoved those in his pocket as well and quietly went toward the front door. He pushed the latch down and expected the door to stay closed, or slam shut when he opened it. But it didn’t, and it brought the midday sun flooding into the entryway of the house and Shep ran out the door. He knew Jaymz had lost his focus; otherwise the giant would have kept him locked in the house. He sprinted down the driveway and once the house was out of view, he slowed his pace and began to walk.
A dick measuring contest? ...I don’t think I’ve ever done this before, so I hope Im doing it right. I'll stop at the neighbor’s house up here. It would be cool to win the dick measuring contest and the Trio Titles all in the same week following up my strong showing at War. Tomohawk and Cap Condom are lucky that the WCF didn’t line us up against them again this week, cause Cash and I had planned on getting some revenge and taking those Tag Titles from them....But whatever....This week we have the Brotherhood, and these fools think they gotta stop us from taking these Trio Titles??? Shhhiiiiittttt!!!!! Nigga, we got Archer on our side now and that makes us stronger than we were before!!
That guy was one of the best the WCF had to offer and we snatched him up!! Yeah, all you fools thought we was like....mortal enemies, or something...but we just played yall the whole time!!! Set ya up, waited for the right time, and blew your fuckin wigs!!! Im tellin ya, ZT coming hard and we aint backing down....You mother fuckers wanted to laugh at us, you took as a fuckin joke - and look at us now!! Besides guys like Odin and Singh, I have to say we looked pretty fuckin sharp and better than most the idiots that climbed in the ring that night. Once again, we showed the world that Zmac is OUR BITCH!!!!!
That’s right Zmac and Cheese, you have failed every fucking time you’ve stepped in the ring with ZT. What’s your record against us now? oh and three? ...Yeah I think so. Don’t worry though, cause you aint gonna be the only one that ZT makes a bitch out of. Have you seen the guys we’ve going up against this week!? We got the silver bullet, the little man himself...Damian Kaine. Has this guy not had his ass beat enough yet? He just keeps getting knocked down and coming back for more!!! Oh, Im sure he has a little extra motivation given his history with my boy Archer, but that shit don’t matter anymore...because this is Zero Tolerance versus the Brotherhood - that nasty little group that Bishop has put together.
Shepard walked up the long driveway of another mansion up the street. It was a fine house like all the others, the yard was in perfect shape with no weeds and the flowerbeds were the same way. Shep rang the doorbell and pulled the tape measure from his pocket. A few seconds later a gentlemen opened the door with slicked back hair that was peppered with gray and he wore a nice suit, he was no doubt some sort of doctor. He frowned when he saw Salem, as all the neighbors left on the block were quiet aware of the ZT crew buying out the whole street.
“What do you want?”
Shep smiled, “Hey! I have a question for you man and –“
“Im sorry to cut you off, but I don’t have time for yalls games.”
He started to close the door but Shep put his weight into it and stopped him, “hey homie!! I just need you to measure your dick and tell me how long it is!”
“WHAT!?” The man looked through the open space in the door, leaving his weight pressed against it.
“Yeah man, were having a dick measuring contest!!”
“Get the fuck out of here!! Im calling the cops!!”
Shep moved his weight from the door after the threat and it slammed shut. He heard the guy inside screaming something but he didn’t care. He walked back down the porch and on to the next house which was a few minutes’ walk.
…Ya know, I almost feel sorry for these guys were facing because they have proven they need someone to LEAD them in the right direction. They need to be TOLD what to do and HOW to do things....They need permission to get things done....That’s not how we roll in Zero Tolerance. There is no leader here; there is nobody that I have to answer to. We all decided, as a group, to bring in Archer. We decide, as a group, what’s best for Zero Tolerance. Everyone here plays an equal part in this business. No, I don’t like Jaymz following me around cause he’s kinda scary, but Erik thinks it'll be in my best interest...but that’s more of a personal matter, not business. I don’t like it, but whatever!!!!! There’s no way in hell that I could have been a part of something like the Brotherhood where you have to bow down to Bishop!!
I don’t bow down to Erik Black!!! That’s not how shit works around here!!! Erik runs the other businesses of ZT, but even in those dealings he can’t make a decision without the rest of ZT backing it. ....Somehow, I get the feeling that the Brotherhood doesn’t work like that. Well, who am I kidding!?!? We all know their Bishops bitches and do whatever he tells them to. I’ve gone back and forth with Bishop before and he talked about his "followers" being low-lives, ...scum....bottom feeders that need an opportunity to back on track. So, is that what Psychpoop, Dion and Kaine are?
Because Bishop doesn’t want people who are stronger than him, he wants everyone around him to look up to him - like he’s some fucking God or something!!! So, my question to my three Brotherhood opponents is: How does it feel to know that Bishop believes that you’re beneath him? How does it feel knowing that Bishop says he takes people off the streets and gives them a second chance? ....What does that say about you guys? If you three were soooo fucking great, then why do you need to stand behind Bishop and let him boss you around? Bishop told me before, "He takes in people like me – the ones who had been given up on.”
But I didnt NEED someone to get over heroin, I got back on my own feet and changed the way I lived my life….And here I am. I haven’t touched heroine in years. I didn’t NEED Zero Tolerance to ‘pick me up’ like Bishop does people. Zero Tolerance came at a different phase in my life when I decided I wanted to live past the age of thirty and do what I love best. So what happened in the three of your lives that you’ve decided that you need to go live in Bishops shadow? I just don’t get that mentality, I’ve never hid behind anyone and I don’t fuckin plan on starting anytime soon! I’ve had my ass beat several times, and I knew it was coming…But you stand up for yourself, you make a name for yourself and you get better.
I see you three as the type of guys that would start some shit in the street as kids, and then you realize you fucked with the wrong nigga and he tryna beat your ass…and you run off!! …But where do you go!? Ahh, see, guys like you run off to go get your big brother!! You go to him and tell him “I don’t know why he wants to kick my ass!!” and you fall under that protection as someone else does the dirty work. Bishop, he don’t mind doing the dirty work, he’ll fuckin take on anyone! …But he aint gonna be there this week, he aint gonna be there to save your ass like he was in War…
The next house had a six-foot bring wall around the outside and the gate was open. Shep walked inside and up to the front porch. He knocked on the door and waited….and waited….and finally rang the doorbell. Moments later he saw an elderly woman in the window closest to the door. Shep stepped that way and yelled,
“HEY!!! Is your old husband home!!!?? I was wondering if he could measure his DICK!!”
He grabbed his crotch so she knew what he was talking about. Pure disgust came over her face and she instantly got on her phone and Shep knew who she was calling. He decided it was better to go back to the house because this dick measuring contest wasn’t working out for him.
…That mother fucker Bishop made it a little longer than I did at War, and I wasn’t too happy about that….oh well….anyway…. What I AM happy about is the WCF decided to bring back the Trios Titles!!! We’re gonna get another chance to claim some gold, and I’ll be damned if I let that slip through my fingers again this week!! That shit just aint gonna happen!!! I like this match though because the whole world already knows what Archer can bring to the table, now it’s just getting into the ring with him and get familiar with his moves, what he likes…all that bullshit. It’s weird having a new face around the gym after we fucked up Kira and sent his ass packing; so it’s also gonna take some getting used to seeing his ugly face around here!!! HAAA!!
Naw, but we’ve been working…Showing him how we do things here, what Cash and I like to do in the ring – and that mother fucker brought some good shit to the table!!! You know what some people ask us, like reporters and shit? They tell us, “We don’t take wrestling seriously because were always goofing around!!” Well, ya dumb bitch, why do you wanna watch us workout!? …Nobody wants to see that shit!! Yall don’t get to see how perfection and excellence trains; and I’ll show any part of my life except that shit!! Hell, I’ll even let yall watch me TAKING a shit before I let yall watch me train!!
But seriously, how can yall even assume that? We still have people on the fuckin roster here that think we don’t work hard….Fuck is wrong with you people!? You don’t take out Sara fuckin Twilight if you sittin around all day measuring dicks! Fuck no, you still gonna work!! Yall saw how we functioned as a team in War and you can’t deny that Cash and Archer dominated that ring for around two hours; so I don’t question if we have the work ethic to win this match for those Trios Titles. I’ve managed to keep my head on straight this week after War, beating up and pinning two people has really satisfied that urge I got….let’s not talk about that….
Yup, he was right. He knew that he was gonna get stopped before he could even get back home. He heard the cop briefly hit his sirens just to get Salem’s attention. Shep froze and the voices came back, …he could feel them rushing into his head.
“Kill the cop.”
“Yes, …nobody will know.”
“He already called you in I bet.”
“…Stop…”
The last voice sent chills up his spine and he could feel the voices recoil at the last one and retreat to wear they had come from. That last voice wasn’t his, he knew that voice …it was Jaymz. Jaymz was in his head and he knew that Shep was gone. Even the voices feared Jaymz. Shep calmed himself and turned around. He saw an older black officer step out of the car with an irritated look on his face. Shepard smiled and was as nice as he possibly could be.
“Hello, officer.”
“Excuse me, sir, I have a couple questions for you.” He said as he adjusted his belt and walked toward Salem.
“Yeah, officer, whats up?”
He looked at Salem making sure the painted up schizo was unarmed. “I got a call from a few people on this street saying you were asking people to measure their genitals.”
Salem laughed but he saw no smile on the cops face, “Yeah man, me and my homies was having a dick measuring contest but I can’t get anyone to participate. HEY!!!! You’re black!! I bet you got a horse cock, can you measure it for me!?”
Salem reached into his pocket and the cop jumped back, “Get your hands out of your pocket!!!” The cop had his hand over his gun that was still in the holster. The tape measure fell out of his pocket and he put his hands in the air.
“See!?!? I was just getting the tape measure! Fuck!!”
“Turn around!” The cop was now pissed.
Salem turned around and the cop pulled his arms down behind his back and cuffed him. He leaned Salem against the car and pulled the other contents from his pocket, …where there was also a joint roach.
“Ooohh…So you’ve been smoking dope, I see?”
Salem pretended to be shocked, “What!?!? Nigga, that aint mine!! You planted that on me!!”
The cop smiled and rolled his eyes at Salem as he opened the back door and helped Salem inside. He didn’t resist, but he was worried…This was really going to piss Erik off. The cop slammed the door and got inside. He wrote a few things down on a form before putting the car in gear and driving up the street towards Salem’s house, which led to the main road.
A few seconds later the cop slammed on the brakes; the tires screeched on the pavement and Salem shot forward, hitting his head on the glass panel and leaving a blob of paint on the glass. He looked up and saw Jaymz lying in the street – the cop had hit him. The officer jumped out of the car and ran over to Jaymz. “Oh man, oh man…I didn’t see you!! It was like you came out of nowhere!!”
And it was true; Jaymz literally did come out of nowhere. Jaymz acted like he was hurt and the cop told him to lie down but Jaymz wouldn’t listen. As he stood up the officer realized he was over seven foot tall and immediately became intimidated.
“I…I..” The officer stammered, “I…think we should call you an ambulance.”
Jaymz rubbed the back of his neck, “No. Im fine.”
“Are you sure? Is your neck ok?”
Jaymz looked in the police car and froze, “Hey….What did he do? Why is he in your car?” He pointed at Shep.
The officer could see this giant wasn’t happy about Schizo being in the back, “Well, that’s none of your business, really. Im taking him to the station.”
Jaymz turned and faced the officer, “No, you’re not.”
The office lowered his eyebrows and glared at Jaymz, “You better get out of here before I take you in too.”
“Let him go.” Jaymz demanded.
Instantly, Shep could see something change, something in the eyes of Jaymz. His eyes started to turn black around the corners and fill in like water rushing into a bowl. Shep watched as the officers arms fell to his sides and a zombified look came over his face. His jaw went slack and Jaymz repeated himself one more time.
“Let. Him. Go.”
This time the officer nodded, but very slowly, then turned around and awkwardly walked over to the car and opened the door. Salem stepped out and noticed the officers eyes seemed to bulge from his head and blood started to drip from the corner of the left eye. The officer fumbled around with his keys and after a few attempts he got the cuffs off Salem and he walked over to Jaymz side. He saw the blackness in the giants eyes begin to disappear as he took a step toward the office and spoke in his deep growl.
“Now…Go home.”
Again the officer only nodded as he got in the car and the two men watched as he pulled away and slightly swerved from one lane to another until he was out of sight. Shep was too scared to ask Jaymz what he had done as Jaymz nudged him on the shoulder and told him to walk. And he did, and they headed back to Shep’s house.
…All this shit for a dick measuring contest. I thought about asking Flash, but I’ve seen the stretch marks on SixGod’s face so I already think I know that one…..Anyway….Think about this…Dion and Pomp are both over six-feet tall and little ‘ol Kaine is only five-eight. Its gonna look like Two Men and a Baby coming to the ring!! Ya know, this is going to be the first real match that ZT has had with the Brotherhood; because any other time we’ve been matched up there’s been outsiders in the ring….but not this week. When we got here a few months ago there wasn’t any real stable around to give us a challenge, nobody to stop us from rising to the top….Then Bishop put this sad little group of men together, and I guess this was his best effort to keep ZT in check?
Shit, we the big dogs here and we don’t play. There isn’t a group here that’s going to stand in the way of Zero Tolerance and keep us from our goals…I guess we have to wipe through the Brotherhood first before we take on the Beachshit that’s suddenly showed up at the end of War. And look where we are now….two months ago there was no legit stable here and now there’s ZT, The Brotherhood and the Pantaloons or whatever they call themselves. So we have to separate ourselves, we have to show the world that were better than the rest of them. The Pantaloons may have the World Title, but after Cash, Archer and I put the Brotherhood in their rightful place, every single one of us will be carrying around one of those Title straps….
All this, and two months ago yall laughed at us. Told us we would last a few weeks and fade out, ….well….What about now? No, we don’t have those Trio titles yet, but we will hold them over our heads in just a few short days and continue to rise up in the WCF. Every week we accomplish something or do something that makes us stronger. Even when we’re not winning matches like War, it only shows that were getting stronger and getting tougher to beat every week. I’ve stepped into the ring with Dion several times since we’ve been here and I got to watch him in War, …because we weren’t in the ring at the same time…But what did he accomplish in War?
Shep looked back behind him and saw Jaymz was stride for stride right behind him...He knew Jaymz wasnt gonna lose track of him this time....
The guy was in the ring for about thirty minutes and did he eliminate anyone? Uuummm…not that Im aware of. Im pretty sure he came to the ring, hung around for a little bit and got his ass stomped. And what about midget man Kaine? Fuck did he do in War? I do think he had one elimination, but he wasn’t in the ring much longer than Dion was!! I didn’t really even notice you guys in the match when J and I were watching from backstage…Shit, I had to watch it again when I got home just to see if yall did anything….But no, yall didn’t do any more in the ring than you usually do. I didn’t see two people who looked like they could hold Titles or that they could represent the WCF the way it’s supposed to be done.
Look, Im not trying to be a dick, Im just fucking telling yall like it is!!! Cause neither of yall done a fuckin thing that’s impressed me the slightest bit! Then we have Psychopomp, a guy who spent a little more than an hour in the ring, …but what did he do with his time in the ring? The guy went virtually unnoticed – and again – just another Brotherhood member who didn’t get a single elimination. Two of these guys can’t buy a fuckin win in regular matches and Im supposed to believe they have the skill and determination to hold us back from the Trios Titles!? I look at the Trios Titles and people have told me that others in the past haven’t taken this title very seriously.
And it about blew my fucking mind when I heard that!!! So the WCF is gonna break these titles out and we get to blow the dust off of them and bring back the prestige that they deserve. I can’t even imagine the three of you guys holding these Trio Titles because the value of them would be worthless, people would look at them again like they were a fucking joke… But not after we get our hands on them, because there isn’t a better group than Zero Tolerance to get these titles shined back up and get some attention back on them. Crazy J has already proved that he can defend his title, and to me that’s more important than winning them…Cause you may get lucky and catch a break, and BOOM!!! You’re a Champion….
Shep heard Jaymz cellphone ring and the giant answered it. He didnt really say much, but SHep stopped talking to try and listen in. ...Jaymz said nothing interesting until he hung up.
"C'mon....Hurry up, Erik has a job for us." Jaymz nudged Shep, " ...You get to learn ZTs other businesses today.."
Cool....Anyway, before I was interuppted....When you defend a Title, you find out how much a man you really are….because when there’s a title on the line you get everyone’s best shot. When you are a Champion there’s always a target on your back because someone else is always out for the prize. You have to be able to step up and hold off every bastard who thinks their worthy of holding the strap….Crazy J has proved this. Hes proved that he’s worthy of his title. And on Sunday, the three of us are going to prove that management putting us in this match and giving us this chance was the best decision they made – because we’re going to win those goddamn Titles.
…Then were going to prove, just like Crazy J, that we can defend these titles from any mother fucker who thinks they can handle ZT in the ring….I got my first taste of a title match a few weeks ago and it didn’t go so well for Cash and myself, but just like my previous loss, I learned from it…I learned that a Title match is a whole different animal…Maybe I was a little cocky because Cap Condom was in the other corner, maybe I overlooked them a little bit….You can speculate, but I know what I did wrong and I know what I need to improve.
Im not going to have another set up belts swiped out from under me by people that don’t deserve them….by people that hide in the shadows of a man they worship like a God. I’ll give Dion a razor after the match because he’s trying too hard to grow a nasty beard like Bishops. Well, let me tell ya something, you may think your fuckin cool or trendy with your beard – but a vagina can grow a beard too! …And yours probably smells just as bad! A vagina with a beard aint tough and damn sure aint Championship material!! ….Props to Kaine cause he just tries soo hard, ya know? Ya gotta give the guy credit; he’s always out there giving everything he has…..just to climb in the ring!!!
Im gonna take the steel steps away from the ring just to make life harder on him….just to frustrate him! ..Just to get in his head. And I’ll bring that little stool back out to the ring, the one I found JUST for Kaine! If you’ll remember it says “This little stool is mine. I use it all the time. To reach things I couldn’t, and lots of things I shouldn’t.” That way if I feel bad for removing the steel steps, I can give him a little boost! You guys just don’t realize that we’ve settled in here, we’ve dug our way into the foundation of the WCF and were here to stay.
Were here to win Titles and prove that Zero Tolerance is the greatest stable that’s ever walked through these doors…I don’t know how many stables can say they had four members all holding belts at once, but that’s an honor that ZT gets to hold after Slam when we walk out of the venue – having accomplished what people said we couldn’t do… And the thing is, …this is only the beginning. This Hardcore Title that J has and the Trios Titles that were about to win is just the first step for Zero Tolerance. Were still in the first chapter of the ZT 2.0 book and the story gets better and better every fuckin day!! Ya see, we've stolen the spotlight, we've got all eyes on us this week at Slam as we take those Trios Titles home with us....And let me tell ya, Im going to love the look of one of yalls blood on my white face paint as I see my reflection in the gold shine of that Title....Sorry boys, but the Brotherhood is second rate compared to Zero Tolerance; and yall get to go back to face Bishop empty handed and explain why you didn't beat ZT, ...and why you NEVER WILL beat Zero Tolerance...
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His name was Michael Besteda and he lived about fifteen miles away from Bloomfield Hills as he pulled his patrol car into the driveway of his two-story home. He could only remember the three words that Jaymz had told him earlier in the day, “Now…Go home.” He said hello to his wife and kids as he walked inside and went up to take a shower. His wife could see something was wrong, Michael was acting strange and the color seemed to have disappeared from his face. He sat with his family around the dinner table shortly after he got out of the shower but he hardly spoke a word. He had two little girls and a son that was a few years older than the other two, and all he could do to answer their questions was smile and say, “That’s good.” …or ….“oh, ok.” His wife had asked him several times if he was ok and she got the same smile followed by a, “Im fine.” But he wasn’t.
Inside he was screaming out to them, screaming that he needed help but the words wouldn’t escape his throat and his lips wouldn’t form the words. He tried to stop eating his dinner but his body didn’t listen and he kept eating one bite at a time, hoping that someone would notice that something was wrong with him. He tried to scream again but nothing came from his mouth…He felt like a prisoner trapped in his own body watching as something else controlled him. He finished off his dinner, wiped his mouth and excused himself to the restroom. His wife gave him a very concerned look and all he could do was smile at her. On the inside he cried, he screamed for help, screamed for anyone to hear him…but nobody did.
Thoughts raced through his wife’s mind as she did the dishes. She didn’t know what was wrong with Michael, but something was clearly out of place. As she wiped off the counter around the sink and washed off her hands; she walked up the stairs and took a left down the hallway. She could see the light from the bathroom shining out from the bottom of the door and she gave it a light knock and called his name…..No answer. She called his name again, this time a little louder and we could hear the fear in her voice. …Still, no answer. She turned the knob on the door and slowly opened it, calling his name as she did.
“Michael?” She called, “Honey, are you ok?”
A scream escaped her throat, she froze and her body trembled. She stood there in the bathroom, her eyes fixed on her husband who was half floating in the bathtub with his clothes on. The water was blood red and red handprints were scattered across the lip of the bathtub…and she saw the razor on the tile floor. She went down to her knees and started to wail in misery.
…Somewhere, Jaymz smiled…
