Post by Salem Shepard on Oct 21, 2016 21:34:49 GMT -5
Trios Champ, …how about that shit!? Archer, Cash and myself told yall what we was about to do two weeks ago. We told yall the Brotherhood didn’t stand a fucking chance against us in the ring!! And you see what we did? We established that the Brotherhood IS NOT the premiere stable in the WCF; that those mother fuckers can’t hold up to ZT and they don’t have the skill and talent that we have. You know what else they don’t have? These Trios Champ belts. I like lookin at this belt, I like seeing the reflection of my face lookin back at me!!! I swear to God I’ve cleaned this fuckin thing like three times today just to get my greasy finger prints off!! If we didn’t party the night after the match I probably wouldn’t have gone to sleep that night cause I was fired up!! Nigga I was in the clouds that night, …and well, I got high afterward too – so that prolly had something to do with it! I’ve been waiting my WHOLE FUCKIN LIFE to win one of these straps, and look at me now.
All those niggas in Houston who laughed at me, all those fools who thought I would be beggin for change on the street just to buy heroin, …they all wrong. Of course, I always knew they was wrong – and I always knew I would hold a Title belt one day. So, for all yall that ever doubted me: eat a dick you fuckin losers!!!! IM A FUCKIN CHAMP NOW!! HAAAAAAAAA!!! Look at this gold belt, just take a mother fuckin look at my gold belt. Ya see it? You know what it means? It means that if I fuckin die tomorrow; I’ll always be in the WCF record books. It means that I’ve etched my name into the history of this place. But not just me, my homies too!! See, we told all yall bitches that ZT was gonna rise to greatness in the WCF, we told yall we was coming here to upset the balance and show you the future of this place. But nobody listened…..nobody took us seriously.
And look at us now; it took less than three months for all of us to win a Title – and we accomplished the first goal on our list. The goal that yall laughed at and said wouldn’t happen…. That goal was for every member of Zero Tolerance to hold a Title all at the same time. Now we get to move on to the next set of goals…but first, I have a personal goal…I have revenge on my mind. I owe the Tag Champs a beatdown for the embarrassing loss that I suffered at their hands….But it aint my homie Jason Cash standing at my side this week….Nope…it’s the Hardcore Champion himself. When we came here, the gameplan was for J and I to team up and form the FrEeKsHoW team….Now I guess Seth, or someone, saw how devastating of a team that would be and didn’t want to unleash it on the roster…But it’s finally time for the world to see who the best tag team really is…..
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(Monday October 10th, the day after winning the Trios Titles at Slam)
Shepard grunted as he rolled over and rubbed the back of his neck. He was a little sore from their win over the Brotherhood and taking home the Trios Titles…He had managed to get very little sleep on his way back to Michigan from Hawaii and he HATED it!! It was the longest plane trip he had ever taken and he never wanted to do it again. He had never been on an airplane until he got signed to ZT and the WCF, and he quickly figured out that flying wasn’t all that much fun. So as they got back there was a small party but none of them lasted long as they were all soo tired. Shep’s paint was smeared and most of the right side of his face could be seen. He gave a curious look to the lump under the bedsheets next to him and he pulled them back a little revealing the face of a beautiful brunette. A small smile formed on the right side of face and a look of accomplishment shined in his eyes…By this time he was fully awake and he jumped out of bed and put his shorts on.
The room was mostly dark and the only light coming in was from the breaks in the curtains along the east side of the house. He quietly stepped over empty beer bottles and other articles of clothing and made his way to the wall. He farted a good one as he closed the door and scanned the hallway. It looked like most of the lights in the house were off, and nothing coming from under Claire’s door. He walked to her room and cracked the door open. He could see her hair flowing over the pillow and pulled the door back shut. ‘She’s home’ he thought, and that was a good thing. Shep descended the stairs and took a left into the kitchen where he froze. Jaymz sat there on the bar stool, poking around at his phone – the ashtray already filled with cigarettes and an empty plate sitting in front of him. …Bacon, he had cooked bacon. Shep HATED bacon and the smell nauseated him. Jaymz glanced at Shep from the corner of his eye and went back to his phone as Shep pulled open the fridge and took out the bottle of orange juice, downed what was left and put the bottle on the counter. Jaymz did look up this time and gave Shep and emotionless face, only staring at him
Shep returned the stare, “…what?”
Jaymz spoke as he looked back down at his phone, “Crazy J backwashes, man…he drank most of that last night after he ate chips.”
Sheps lips pulled back from his face exposing his yellow stained teeth as he looked disgusted. He glanced over at the empty bottle of OJ and his stomach started to turn but he managed to keep it down. He placed both hands on the counter and tilted his head down, trying to stop the spinning in his head…He was a little hungover, disgusted with the backwash and the awful smell of bacon.
He lifted his head and glared at Jaymz, “Where did you get the bacon? ..I don’t keep that shit in my house.”
Jaymz didn’t look up, “From Cash…I walked over there this morning.”
“I hate bacon…shits nasty, Jaymz.”
A confused look appeared on Jaymz face, “Huh? …You don’t like bacon? That makes you un-American.”
“Un-American!?” Shep rolled his eyes. “That shit looks like scabs. Do you wanna eat a fucking scab!?”
The confusion drained from Jaymz’ face and he looked down at the empty plate with the bacon crumbs, “Yeah…I never thought about that….I guess it does look like scabs, don’t it?”
Shep nodded with a little frustration, “Uhh..yeah…that’s why I don’t eat that shit!!”
Jaymz didn’t say a word as he turned his attention back his phone and pecked at the screen. Shep paced around the kitchen for a moment, looked out the window and told Jaymz he was going to shower and would be back in a bit. As usual, Jaymz didn’t respond or even look like he heard Shep.
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Shep came down the stairs taking two at a time, wearing black shorts and a black button up shirt. His face was painted the usual white face with black around the eyes. He had blue “ZT” contacts in his eyes that were almost completely hidden by his black hat that was pulled low on his head. He heard a female voice in the kitchen asking questions but nobody answered them. Shep laughed to himself, knowing that this female was talkin to Jaymz – and Jaymz didn’t talk. He turned into the kitchen and saw Jaymz, still in the same spot, and the girl that had been in his bed, hunched over the counter trying to flirt with Jaymz. Her brunette hair was a mess and she needed to redo her makeup, but other than that – she looked pretty sexy. She wore a green dress that was wrinkled from being on Sheps floor all night long. He walked up behind her and saw the dried crusties on the back of her dress that he used as a rag last night. He tried to suppress his laugh but Jaymz heard him and looked up. As he did, the girl turned around and saw Shep. Her eyes lit up and she smiled.
“Salem!!” she hugged him, getting some of his freshly painted white facepaint on her own face. “Hey baby…I thought maybe you bounced on me.”
Shep pulled away from the embrace because her breath was awful. The one thing he hated more than the smell of bacon was the smell of morning breath. “Naw girl, I was just in the shower.”
She smiled the same seductive smile that got her in his bed last night, “You know…I could have joined you…”
Shep shrugged, “yeah…I don’t do morning breath though. I mean, no offense, everybody got morning breath…but I don’t got no spare tooth brushes or anything..”
She helped herself to the fridge and Shep was working hard to remember her name, …but he couldn’t. he looked at Jaymz and made a motion that he didn’t know what to do…he wanted her to leave. Jaymz understood and spoke,
“Hey Salem, we have to go….We got a plane to catch to Houston.”
Shep looked surprised, “Oh man, I forgot about that!!! Shit were gonna be late!”
Salem put his arm around her waist as she prowled through the fridge. He walked her to the front of the house telling her lies about how much fun he had last night…..but, in reality, he didn’t remember shit. He promised her that he would call and pretended to put her number in his phone. She tried to give him a kiss but he put his fingers on her lips, “ah..ah..ah….Morning breath, remember?” She smiled and giggled as she walked out into the morning sun and Shep closed the door behind her. He rolled his eyes and walked back into the kitchen and looked at Jaymz.
“Thanks dawg, that bullshit story about going to Houston got her out of here.”
Jaymz grinned, “It wasn’t bullshit…Were going to Houston.”
“What!? Why!?....We can’t!! I’ll have a match this week!”
Jaymz shook his head in disagreement, “No, you don’t have a match this week. You have some shit in Houston that we need to clean up. Erik talked to someone at the WCF, their not booking you this week…..Get your shit, were leaving in thirty minutes.”
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(Wednesday, October 12th, Houston, TX)
It was hotter than ten kinds of hell in Houston, and Shep was pissed that he wasn’t in Michigan training with his boys for the huge match they had against the Pantheon. He wanted to take those fuckwads out soo bad that he couldn’t stand it. …but here he was, in Houston, sweating in the heat and answering questions downtown at the police station for the third fucking time this week. As it turns out, Jaymz had done a great job in cleaning up the mess that Shep had left from killing the drug dealer several weeks ago. The cops had nothing on him, they had only known that Shep was in town and people had seen him in the area that night. Erik Black didn’t lie when he said he wasn’t going to use his contacts to help Shep out of this mess; but he had answered many questions before in this very room, so this wasn’t new to him. The cops tried their best but this wasn’t the same strung out drug addict that had been in his room many times before. Shep was confident, he was cocky and the cops didn’t like this. But he could afford to be a cocky asshole because they didn’t a damn thing, and in fact, they didn’t even know if Nick Besteda was dead or alive…He was only “missing” at this point and his wife was incredibly worried about him.
Every time the cops brought up Nicks wife, all Salem could picture was Nick fucking his sister before he killed him. Clearly his wife didn’t know that he was trading heroin for sex. She knew that Nick was a drug dealer because she was a junkie herself, but obviously she didn’t know where her husband was spending most his time - and where he was sticking his dick.
Shep walked out of the police station and saw Jaymz pacing around smoking a cigarette. He saw a cop eyeing out the giant and assumed he had probably been out here the whole time watching Jaymz. Shep walked up to the big man and told him he was hungry and they should stop and eat before they went back to the hotel. Jaymz agreed without saying a word and the two men walked over to their small sedan, a rental car, with Jaymz getting in the driver seat and drove off. They stopped at a small diner called Underbelly and walked inside. Of course, they got odd looks from the people inside as the door closed behind them. They looked at the seven foot giant whose face was covered in scars and the goofball with the painted face.
A cute waitress, a black woman, smiled at them and seated them at a booth next to a window. Jaymz ordered a cup of coffee, black, and Shep ordered orange juice…as he did, the thought of Crazy J backwashing in the OJ at home made his stomach turn. Jaymz pulled out his cell phone as it vibrated in his pocket and looked at it. “Erik..” he mumbled. Jaymz answered the call and Shep could tell from the look on his face that something was wrong. Jaymz had a look of concern as he got up from the booth and walked outside to continue the conversation. Shep sat there in silence and watched the people veer around Jaymz in fear of the man as they walked on by.
Shep hadn’t been to this diner in years because of what happened across the street from here when he was sixteen. He looked out the window and saw the Heat and Air Company had closed up and the building was now a second hand thrift store. But his mind wandered back to that day when he and his sister Kelly had broken into that very Heat and Air shop looking to steal any copper wire they could find as it all flashed back in his mind….
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The streets were dead quiet as Salem and Kelly hid in the shadows and away from the street lights; doing their best to blend in and not be noticed. Claire was the oldest of five kids, and Shep was the youngest of them all and the only boy of the group. Kelly was the second born of five kids and she was by far the ugliest one of them all. Kelly was overweight and always wore shirts that allowed her gut to hang out (like anyone wanted to see that.) She had a big head but her features were really close together, and it almost looked like someone drew a tiny smiley face on a basketball with dark kinky hair. Kelly was one of those hoodrats that didn’t tolerate shit from anyone – man or woman. She was the toughest sister he had, and she was probably the dumbest sister he had…but, the one thing she had going for her was she was a ghetto criminal mastermind. When it came to stealing, she was the best of the five. Kelly had stepped off the deep end when their father had committed suicide and Salem and Claire had worried about her more than the other siblings.
Shep wore a ski mask over his head as they walked into the dark ally. Kelly wore a stained white shirt that didn’t fit, pajama pants and no shoes…and she stunk. Kelly was the epitome of whitetrash. Kelly had been here before and she knew that this place didn’t have an alarm system. Being the ghetto criminal mastermind that she was, she picked the lock on the backdoor and they both quickly went inside closing the door behind them. Shep was nervous…Fighting was his thing. Stealing cars was his thing. Breaking into the neighborhood houses was his thing. Not going downtown and breaking into businesses, …that was Kellies thing.
He could hear his heart beating; he could feel it pounding in his chest as his eyes scanned the dark room adjusting to the lack of light. He felt something touch his hand and it made him jump. It was Kelly. She took his hand and pulled him across the dark room, weaving around work benches, boxes and random things lying on the floor. She moved through the building like she had night vision or something – and Shep found this impressive. They came to another small room and flicked on a desk lamp as Kelly put the light as close to the floor as she could, trying to make sure that nobody saw the light from outside. She quickly went to work, tearing apart old window AC units like a professional digging out all the copper she could. She told Salem to find a box and moments later he came back with one and started to fill it with the copper she had pulled from the old unit.
This went on for a while as he paced around the room letting Kelly do all the dirty work, because after all, this was her thing. He was only here to assist. He guessed they had been here for around an hour before they heard a noise coming from the front of the shop. Both of them froze and even in the dim light he could see Kelly look up and see the fear in her eyes. He also noticed her gut hanging from her shirt which grossed him out. Kelly flicked off the lamp and told Salem to get down. He sunk down between the wall and a work bench close to the back door. He knew if it went wrong they could get out quick and disappear in the ally. He couldn’t see a fucking thing and he was shaking soo bad that his teeth started to jitter. It was dead quiet and his trembling jaw seemed to echo in his head. His breathing was heavy and he could feel the warmth with the ski mask pressed to his face. He knew the doorway to the ally was straight down the room and on the left and he almost bolted for the door when the noise from the front room came again.
“Sshhhhh….” His sister whispered from the opposite side of the room. He tried to control his breathing and after a few minutes past he settled down some. And then it came. The twisting of the door handle from the front room. Salem, with his back to the bench couldn’t see the door as it slowly creaked open and a dim light pushed back the darkness in the room. He could see a shadow though the light and he could see the mess him and his sister made on the floor. He could see Kelly on the other side of the room, a hammer in her hand, with her back also turned to the light. The man standing at the door also noticed the mess they made.
“MOTHER FU—“
Before he could finish the sentence, Kelly made a move toward the door – doing her best to stay in the shadows along the wall with the hammer pulled back over her head. “Her white shirt!!” Salem thought, “It’s going to give her away!!”
*BLLAAAM*
A flash of light filled the room and Shep could see the front of his sister’s shirt being ripped open by the pellets of the shotgun. His ears instantly started to ring as he watched his sister stumble back and drop the hammer at the same time. Her eyes were wide open, the eyes that were set too close to each other, had never looked so terrified. Her mouth hung open, accentuating her massive double chin making her head look even bigger than it was with her tiny face. To Salem, she seemed to stumble back with that look on her face for 5 minutes. But it was only a matter of seconds as he saw the blood soak into the tattered remains of her white shirt as she fell over like a tree, landing on her back with a thud…and a smaller thud followed as her head bounced.
“Oh fuck!!...Oh Jesus….I fuckin shot her!” The man whimpered. Salem had never heard a man so scared, a man completely overcome with shock at what he had done. And Salem knew that was his opportunity.
He took his eyes off his sister; whose blood had started to pool up around the large girl with the dirty black feet, and looked at the shadow of the man in the door. He was still pacing around and was now starting to cry as he debating calling 911 or not. Salem looked at the end of the room and door that was only twelve feet away, at the most, now seemed over a mile. He quickly glanced one more time at the shadow and bolted for the door. He might have escaped quietly, and he might have gone a little farther if he hadn’t tripped over the box of copper they had accumulated.
“HEYY!!” The whimpering, sad sounding voice was now full of rage. Salem regained his balance from hitting the box and focused on getting to the door. As his hand closed on the knob he heard the blast of the shotgun, he felt the air around him rush past his face as wood door exploded. He let out a shriek of fear as he closed his eyes and turned his head away from the blast, but it was too late. The door had exploded and splintered into his eyes. But he kept his composure and turned the knob, throwing his body into the door just as the blast came again, this time hitting the frame of the door way. Although Salem didn’t know this, he didn’t stick around long enough to find out where it hit. He took off down the dark ally, forcing his eyes open as far as he could. He leapt over the fence knowing if he could just get to the other side he would be ok. The fear of being shot as he crossed the top of the fence horrified him. Then an awkward thought crossed his mind:
He probably looked like one of those ducks you shoot off the moving track at a midway game during the fair.
It quickly went away as he hit the ground on the other side of the fence, knocking the air out of him. He rolled over to his knees, coughed a little as he got to his feet and disappeared into the night.
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Jaymz didn’t say a word as he came back in the diner and sat down next to Shep. Jaymz gave him and odd looked and asked him what the problem was. Shep shrugged, “Im just not very hungry anymore..”
"AhhAAHhhAHhh....fuuuuuck!! FUCK!!"
Shep’s voice echoed all through the bottom level of the house. Claire was sitting in the front room watching TV when she heard his screams of pain coming from the bathroom. She jumped from the chair like something had prodded her in the ass and she ran down the hallway in her small white shirt, and even smaller shorts. She put her head against the bathroom door,
"Salem? ...You ok?"
Salem stood in the bathroom, not wanting to respond to his sister because he WAS NOT ok! Not at all! He placed both his hands on the sink and lowered his head, trying to catch his breath as his chest heaved up and down. He didnt know what to say to Claire. Thoughts raced through his mind wondering what lie he could tell. ...But with Claire, she always knew when Shep was lying. Even if his face was painted and he wore contacts, she could tell just by the sound of his voice.
"Yeah, my dick is on FIRE!!! ...Every time I try to pee today it’s like pissing razor blades."
He waited for her to respond, but she never did. She was probably in just as much shock as he was. He didnt really want to tell her the rest of the story either. Pissing fire was enough details for her, he decided.
Claire wasn’t sure what to say, "uuuhhh....uuummm.....Maybe its a kidney stone?"
Shep rolled his eyes, he really didn’t want to discuss this any further with this fucking sister. It was NOT a kidney stone, he knew that much. A kidney stone didn’t produce white, watery discharge from the tip of your dick. This was the part that he didn’t want to tell Claire. He took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door, looking Claire right in the face. She has a serious look on her face, but it quickly faded as a smile started to appear.
"You got a STD, don’t ya?" She asked, trying to hide her smile.
"Shit aint funny, bitch!...fuckin hurts like hell to piss!"
"So who was the lucky girl, little brother?"
Shep pushed past her and walked down the hallway as a knock came at the front door. Shep could see Crazy J waving through the glass in the door and Claire’s face lit up. ...Shep noticed this and didn’t like it...He was pretty sure that J and his sister had a thing going on. Claire tried to walk past Salem but he grabbed her by the arm and stuck a finger in her face, "Don’t you fuckin tell him I got an STD!!"
"Im not!! Im not!!! ...let me go so I can let him in!" She pulled away from Shep and walked to the door, letting the CrazyCore Champion in.
"Sup baby girl?" J looked her up and down, then once more before he saw Shep standing behind her. "Oh!!! Sup dawg, I didn’t see you there. Why you standing there like Michael Myers lookin like you’re about to kill me!?"
Claire stood next to J and turned around to face her brother, "Oh, don’t mind him. Hes cranky...Hes got an STD."
Salem’s jaw dropped in shame...pure shame. Crazy J busted up laughing and fell over to the floor. "Dawg...hahaha....I told you to wrap that shit up before!! ...But naw, you didn’t wanna listen! Hahahaha!"
"Fuck both you assholes!" Shep flipped him off and shook his head. He didn’t find this funny at all. J pulled himself back to his feet, trying to keep his eyes off of Claire.
He stopped laughing and asked, "So Shep, ...when you get this STD?"
"Fuck if I know! Recently, I guess."
They all stopped talking and froze. The all heard the massive footsteps coming from the kitchen, down the hall and into the front room. The three of them turned around and saw Jaymz walking up to them. Nobody even knew he was there, Shep thought he had left the night before - but here he was. Shep was still amazed that a seven-foot-two giant could stealth around the way Jaymz could, and he didn’t like this guy just ...appearing...in his house. As usual, Jaymz showed no emotion.
"I know where he got it.." the giant muttered in his deep voice, "Before we went to Houston last week he had some bitch in his bed. ...She had bad morning breath."
It all seemed to hit Salem in the face, "OH YEAH!!! I forgot about that bitch!! But I didn’t even know we fucked, I don’t remember nothing that night. ...I just remember waking up to find this giant, creepy mother fucker sitting in my kitchen."
Jaymz flared his nostrils and the tendons in his neck stood out, and instantly Salem regretted saying what he did. Salem winced and grabbed his balls, “aww shit….my fuckin balls hurt!!!!”
Shep walked into the main room and had a seat in an oversized chair with his legs spread wide apart with his hand over his junk. Jaymz walked out the front door as Crazy J and Claire joined Shep in the main room. Claire picked up the remote and flipped through the channels.
Crazy J took a seat on the opposite end of the couch from Claire, “Dawg…you better get that shit looked at!! We got our first Freakshow match this week!!!
I know man, ..I got an appointment in a few hours. I aint worried about it, Im sure they’ll give me some shit for it. Man, I wasn’t expecting a Freakshow match!! That’s the shit we were planning since the day we walked into the WCF!! Too bad we can’t hold the Tag team titles and the Trios Titles all at the same time, but I guess that’s getting too greedy aint it?
Crazy J rolled his eyes, “Shiiit, you can’t ever have too much gold! Hey, ...didn’t you and Cash lose to these guys?”
Shep glared at him, “Why you even gotta bring it up?”
“Uuhh….cause it happened?”
Shep just nodded, “Thanks for the reminder….You know why we’re gonna win this match?”
“I see where this is going…” Crazy J got comfortable on the couch, “You bout to go off on one of your rants, huh?”
Fuck yeah!! Cause now you done got me pissed off thinking about how I choked the fuckin Tag Titles away. Yeah, ya know, maybe we did take them a little for granted. Maybe we did take the match a little lightly. But it was kinda hard to take it seriously when the dude dressed like a condom, that we’ve beaten several times, was standing across from us in the ring. Ok, yeah, so I learned my fucking lesson, alright? Ya know, it may have been the motivation that I needed when I go back and think about it now. I knew to respect the greats like Gemini, Bates…well, most of them anyway. Zmac has been ZT’s whipping boy and lost more matches to us than Dion – so no respect for that asswipe.
But anyway, back to the point…I respected the greats that I’ve stepped in the ring with, but I didn’t give the Tag Champs the respect they deserve. I didn’t think that Cap Condom could get the job done because I had faced him before…But teamed up with TomoHawk he was a little different because they worked so well as a team….But let’s not kid ourselves here, it was TomoHawk that really got the job done when it comes down to it. They showed they were Champions for a reason, and that’s what I didn’t respect going into it. And yeah, I paid the price. …And I promised my boys that wouldn’t happen again. I told them I had to avenge that loss, that I had to show that Im better than that and my next opportunity was War…And what happened there?
“Oh you got pinned by Odin.” J said seriously.
Well, I fuckin know that!!! That’s not what Im talking about!! I got in that fucking ring and I pinned Twilight …and I pinned that loser Zmac too. I made it down to the seventh person left in the ring, and yeah, Odin pinned me but I had that fucker on the ropes for a minute and it took him everything he had to beat me. But I proved my worth here, I proved that I could hang with the best in the WCF. Then I stepped in the ring with Cash and Archer and we won those Trios Titles. I’ve been on a roll since I lost to TomoHawk and Cap Condom and I made sure that people weren’t going to remember me for that one loss.
Now I get the chance to erase that from the minds of the world. …because people don’t care what happened last time, or a month ago, or a year ago…Everyone worries about what happens NOW!! ..NOW is what matters. The upcoming match is what matters. ...But are these guys ready, ...are they ready for the Freakshow? TomoHawk think he ready, but that’s only because he beat Cash and myself, ....but this aint Cash and Shep. And no disrespect to my boy Cash, that guy has taught me a lot, but he knows J and I trained our asses off to work as Freakshow when we got here. And now it’s time. Ya know, I watched Hawks promos several times…
"Oh so you're a big fan of the tag Champ, now?
No, J, Im not......I watched it several times because I didn’t have any idea what the fuck that prairie nigger was rambling on about. Until you found out what he did….
J nodded, “Yup…He fucked up…”
Oh yes, he did. You know what you did Tomohawk and my boy Crazy J found out!! And it makes you a piece of shit. It shows us who you really are; and it shows us what you’re all about. It makes me question a lot of other things about you too. It makes me question how you beat Oblivion and Doc Henry… I have nothing left to say to you. That’s it. You don’t deserve the breath it takes to talk about you. But I imagine that Crazy J does, and Im sure he’ll let you know about it.
“Is this my promo!?!? Or is it yours!?”
No its mine…
“Oh ok…fuckin cameras around all the time!! Yeah, I’ll share my secrets…later….in my promo…that isn’t scripted..”
Fuck him; I got no respect for that fucking loser. It makes me feel sorry for Cap thought. Shit, I bet Cap don’t even know!! Oh well, he still gotta come to the ring and get his ass kicked so I can keep moving forward with my career. Im tired of people asking me shit about losing to Cap fuckin WCF!! Reporters always callin at the ZT tower, others sending me stupid emails asking me all kinds of dumb questions that I never answer! So we get to put this shit behind us this week when Freakshow shows the WCF whats to come down the road…Crazy J got his hardcore thing to do - I got the Trios Titles with my boys, and we get to throw a Freakshow match into the middle of it all!? …its like I was sayin, everythings been going good lately….Aint heard no voices, I aint run off and disappeared, been lookin good in the ring, Freakshow making their debut match this week back in Hawaii….And Cap thinks he can stop us? Hell no!!! Not a fuckin chance......
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The trees had started changing colors even though it was an unusually warm for a mid-October day in Michigan. Claire loved seeing the color change on the leaves as she had never seen anything as beautiful as this living in Houston her whole life. She was starting to like it here in Michigan, and she could tell that everything – mentally – was a little clearer since she had gotten on suboxone. She missed the heroin though, …it was an urge that would never go away. And when she realized that, she finally understood Shep’s urge to break human bones and watch the crimson blood flow from their bodies. Heroin was the only thing that would satisfy her – and fighting was the only thing that could satisfy her brother. But the last two weeks there was a person that distracted her mind away from heroin. Crazy J.
She really liked him, but she wasn’t sure if she was attracted to him or not. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted a relationship right now after what happened to Nick, and Crazy J already had a lady in his life anyway!! But she wanted to know one thing – she wanted to know what the Crazy man himself looked like under the paint. But a part of her didn’t want to know; a part of her liked him for the mystery and wanted it to stay that way. Even behind the paint she could tell he had a great smile, a smile that made her want to ride his face. He sat across from her on the patio chairs as they traded small talk. Claire wanted to see him away from this house and away from HIS house and Lisa; after a few minutes she finally worked up the courage to see if he would take the bait. She was sure that he would, considering he couldn’t take his eyes off her chest. She couldn’t look him in the eyes as she spoke, “Hey, you owe me a movie…You fell asleep during our movie after we played UNO the other night.”
J was nervous, Claire made him that way for some reason, “Yeah sorry about that…I think Lisa will be there, so that’s not really a good idea. And uh, we gotta go back out to Hawaii for our match in a few days…”
It wasn’t the answer Claire was looking for, “Ohh…so how come you guys just don’t stay in Hawaii?”
“We got shit to take care of here. ZT is a business, we can’t just sit around on a beach all day like some people can...”
Claire smiled, “So…Why don’t you take me to a movie later tonight then? ..It won’t be late, we’ll be back at a decent hour.”
J nodded in agreement, “Yeah...Yeah…that sounds good.” Now he was really nervous!
A huge smile came across Claire’s face, “Great!! Listen, I gotta go with Shep to the clinic…So how about we go after that?”
J wasn’t sure he understood, “You gotta go to the clinic too?”
“Yeah, Shep looks out for me too.”
Claris NA counsel suggested that she didn’t stay home alone – but Crazy J didn’t pick up on this. He thought there was something else going on. Before he could ask what was going on, the backdoor to the house opened and Shep walked outside. “Fuck!! Claire, you bout ready!?”
“Yeah, yeah, Im coming..” She looked at J, “I’ll call you when we get back and we’ll go!”
She jumped up from the chair and walked over to Shep as he spoke quietly enough where J couldn’t hear. “Go where? ..Where you going with J?”
Claire sighed, she was annoyed. “There’s a movie I wanted to see but I didn’t want to go alone – I don’t know anyone here, Salem! I told him we would go after we got your wart covered pecker to the doctor.”
“I don’t have warts...”
Claire laughed as she walked into the house and Shep told J he would talk to him later; but Crazy J didn’t respond as he sat in the patio chair. Shep went back into the house and left Crazy J alone outside. He kept thinking about what Claire had said….she was going to the clinic, because Shep looks out for her too? ..What the fuck did that mean!? Then his eyes grew huge as dinner plates, “OH FUCK!!! NOOO!!! THAT’S NAAAASTY!!!!”
*******
Shep caught Jaymz on the way out of the house as Claire hotboxed a cigarette in the driveway before she got in the car. Shep didn’t allow smoke in his car, unless it was top shelf weed. “Hey, Jaymz, you gonna be around here in a bit?”
The giant motioned his head to the left, “Im going over to Cash’s in a bit, why?”
“Listen man…” Shep wasn’t sure how to say it, “I think…I think J is tryna hook up with my sister. They’re going to a movie tonight…You think you could hang around….maybe keep an eye on her. I just don’t trust her, homie.”
Jaymz seemed to think this over for a moment as his eyes wandered the front yard and then he looked over at Claire, “Hhmm…Yeah, whatever.”
Jaymz walked down the front steps and down the street to Cash’s house as they got into the car and pulled out of the driveway….
