Post by Salem Shepard on Apr 9, 2017 15:49:15 GMT -5
A large Steel door with one glass window opens to the small concrete prison room inside. The floor was littered with pictures, most them torn to pieces. More pictures were on the wall, some of the other ZT members, some female fans – all lining the small wall with the desk and toilet. The opposite wall was dotted with pictures of Claire that went all the way to the bed of the cramped space. And sitting on the bed with his back against the wall was Salem. He wore his orange pants, but he wasn’t wearing a shirt and a pillowcase on his head. It was clear that Salem had put on muscle and good weight during his stay in prison as his tattooed torso and arms looked much bigger than when we had last seen him in the ring. The pillowcase on his head didn’t have the same smile drawn on as if did when Jaymz had come to see him. This time, the drawn on face was clearly a sign of anger. Just the way he was sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, one leg drawn up close to him with his head down, suggested he wasn’t the same.
His head lifted and the bright blue eyes we had being accustomed to bore into the camera. The same blue eyes that showed the passion and desire for wrestling in promos was still there; but now only filled with rage and depression. He moved on the bed as we heard the door close from behind. Salem picked up a few pictures and tossed them off the bed.
Why are you here?
The blue eyes beneath the pillowcase looked directly into the camera.
I don’t cut promos anymore.
He moved around on the bed again. His breathing picking up and the pillowcase over his mouth moved in and out with each breath.
Fine……
There came a long pause before Salem finally stood on the bed. His tattooed covered torso leading to a pissed off pillowcase with raging eyes made him look like a lunatic and the guy holding the camera took a step back. He was intimidated. He was scared.
Do you want to know how my stay has been!?
ITS BEEN FUCKING FANTASTIC!!!!!
His voice was full of anger and frustration. He jumped around on the bed as his screams echoed in the small room. He slapped the walls of the cell with the palms of his hands
ITS JUST FUCKING GREAT!!!!! I FUCKING LOVE IT HERRRRREEEEEEE!!!!!!!
He faced the camera, chest heaving in and out heavily, the pillowcase over his mouth now moving in and out more rapidly. He seemed to regain himself and sat back down on the bed toward the far corner.
You know….They put me on these meds here….They said Im a schizo! ….But it’s a fucking lie. You see, my REAL..REAL……friends……They are in here with me.
No, you cant see them now. But they will be here when you leave.
….my friends don’t like visitors….
In fact, …they much rather you die.
HAHAHAHAHA, But I LIKE you!!!!! Trust me, I won’t let my friends hurt you.
The Doctor in here….She tells me that if I take my meds then I won’t see these friends of mine anymore. They won’t talk to me anymore…
I don’t like that idea.
So, what I do is ……I take the medicine….but I tell my body “DON’T YOU DISOLVE THAT MEDICATION!!!!” So my body listens to me, and it doesn’t dissolve the medication….No, it just goes in my poop and I poop it out!!
(The officer on the other side of the door noted in his pad of paper: “Bump up medication. Not working.”)
This way, ….I get to keep my real friends. Because my real friends are here when nobody else is. They come around and visit me when you leave. Did you know my dad still comes to see me?
I had a dream he killed himself when I was ten…but he tells me that didn’t happen.
Salem moved on the bed, standing up again but staying in the far corner.
You know whos NOT my ……friends!?
Zero. Tolerance.
Those guys are NOT my friends….They lied to me. They SET ME UP!!!!
THEY PUT ME IN HERE!!!!!
IM INNOCENT!!!!
I don’t know…I don’t know….I don’t know……I don’t know…..
He mumbled on to himself for a moment.
Lillith….Where is Lilith….
He grabbed his crotch and massaged his package.
Where did Lilith go?
Lilith was the last real lady I saw in person….and I hated that bitch. But, I guess things change.
When you get locked away….Your mind goes back to the last set of titties you saw. …Even if they weren’t the best titties.
Where are you Lilith?
I just wanted you to know, I rub one out to you every night…..I get lonely in this cell all by myself. And my last mental image of a woman was you, unfortunately.
But I haven’t caught a feeling….
…Maybe I did?...
I’ll think of you again tonight, Lilith.
Salem froze, his hand still on his dick.
One of my friends is in here…..He says we should kill you now……
Im sorry….but my friends are always right….
Salem leapt off the bed at the man with the camera and prison guards flooded the room and took control of the screaming Schizo….
His head lifted and the bright blue eyes we had being accustomed to bore into the camera. The same blue eyes that showed the passion and desire for wrestling in promos was still there; but now only filled with rage and depression. He moved on the bed as we heard the door close from behind. Salem picked up a few pictures and tossed them off the bed.
Why are you here?
The blue eyes beneath the pillowcase looked directly into the camera.
I don’t cut promos anymore.
He moved around on the bed again. His breathing picking up and the pillowcase over his mouth moved in and out with each breath.
Fine……
There came a long pause before Salem finally stood on the bed. His tattooed covered torso leading to a pissed off pillowcase with raging eyes made him look like a lunatic and the guy holding the camera took a step back. He was intimidated. He was scared.
Do you want to know how my stay has been!?
ITS BEEN FUCKING FANTASTIC!!!!!
His voice was full of anger and frustration. He jumped around on the bed as his screams echoed in the small room. He slapped the walls of the cell with the palms of his hands
ITS JUST FUCKING GREAT!!!!! I FUCKING LOVE IT HERRRRREEEEEEE!!!!!!!
He faced the camera, chest heaving in and out heavily, the pillowcase over his mouth now moving in and out more rapidly. He seemed to regain himself and sat back down on the bed toward the far corner.
You know….They put me on these meds here….They said Im a schizo! ….But it’s a fucking lie. You see, my REAL..REAL……friends……They are in here with me.
No, you cant see them now. But they will be here when you leave.
….my friends don’t like visitors….
In fact, …they much rather you die.
HAHAHAHAHA, But I LIKE you!!!!! Trust me, I won’t let my friends hurt you.
The Doctor in here….She tells me that if I take my meds then I won’t see these friends of mine anymore. They won’t talk to me anymore…
I don’t like that idea.
So, what I do is ……I take the medicine….but I tell my body “DON’T YOU DISOLVE THAT MEDICATION!!!!” So my body listens to me, and it doesn’t dissolve the medication….No, it just goes in my poop and I poop it out!!
(The officer on the other side of the door noted in his pad of paper: “Bump up medication. Not working.”)
This way, ….I get to keep my real friends. Because my real friends are here when nobody else is. They come around and visit me when you leave. Did you know my dad still comes to see me?
I had a dream he killed himself when I was ten…but he tells me that didn’t happen.
Salem moved on the bed, standing up again but staying in the far corner.
You know whos NOT my ……friends!?
Zero. Tolerance.
Those guys are NOT my friends….They lied to me. They SET ME UP!!!!
THEY PUT ME IN HERE!!!!!
IM INNOCENT!!!!
I don’t know…I don’t know….I don’t know……I don’t know…..
He mumbled on to himself for a moment.
Lillith….Where is Lilith….
He grabbed his crotch and massaged his package.
Where did Lilith go?
Lilith was the last real lady I saw in person….and I hated that bitch. But, I guess things change.
When you get locked away….Your mind goes back to the last set of titties you saw. …Even if they weren’t the best titties.
Where are you Lilith?
I just wanted you to know, I rub one out to you every night…..I get lonely in this cell all by myself. And my last mental image of a woman was you, unfortunately.
But I haven’t caught a feeling….
…Maybe I did?...
I’ll think of you again tonight, Lilith.
Salem froze, his hand still on his dick.
One of my friends is in here…..He says we should kill you now……
Im sorry….but my friends are always right….
Salem leapt off the bed at the man with the camera and prison guards flooded the room and took control of the screaming Schizo….
