Post by Salem Shepard on Oct 1, 2017 23:35:58 GMT -5
Tokyo, Japan.
The lights of the Tokyo dome illuminated the sky as the crowd of people began to enter into the arena for the biggest PPV of the year. A cab worked its way through the traffic, finally getting to the side of the arena and to a barrier where only authorized vehicles were allowed. The cab could go no further. Arena security and WCF personal came over to the passenger side of the cab and surrounded the person who stepped from the car. They quickly escorted him to the building quickly, trying to remain unseen from the public’s eye – but the blue hair gave it away.
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Salem paced around the dressing room where he had spent the last few hours trying to calm his nerves. This was a whole new setting to him; he was alone for the first time in his WCF career. There was nobody here to back him up, there was nobody to take his side in WAR tonight. He was one his own. On the biggest stage. His eyes were bloodshot red, his hair a bright blue. His facepaint was done with precision and the black outlines around his eyes were perfect. He wore a blue Schizo jersey with the ZT patches ripped off the sleeves, and he seemed to have put on some weight in the past month. He took a deep breath and finally sat down on the leather couch.
Salem: I bet some of yall didn’t even think I was going to make it, did ya!? Well, guess what, mother fuckers!? Here I am!! I made it out of the flood, I didn’t get put back in jail, and I even made it through “Airport Molestation” where they feel you up before you get on the plane without hitting the asshole who touched my sack. ….It was close, but I held back!! ..And here I am, in fuckin China!!! ….Or is it Japan? It doesn’t really matter cause they all look the same to me! But I made it, that’s all that matters!! I got in here with my ninja-like abilities so I don’t think the weak competition saw me…..which is good. They don’t need to know Im here yet!!
Salem got up from the couch and peaked out the door. He saw Mickey eXtreme walk, his back to Salem. A malicious smile formed over his face and for a brief second, he thought about sneaking up and attacking him. ….”Save it for the match” he thought. He quietly closed the door and went back to the couch.
Salem: See that asshole out there? ….He has no idea what’s coming for him tonight! …None of them do. But the person that keeps coming back to my mind the most is Odin. …The asshole who knocked me out of this match last year. I thought about that match often after I lost and while I was locked up. I thought about: What would have happened if I had managed to beat Odin? I was sooo fuckin close….. I can’t help but think that I was going to win that match if I had disposed of his old wrinkly ass. I let my inexperience get the best of me, …I should have hit him again before I pinned him, I should have slammed his ass down one more good time….but oh well….What’s done is done, and I get to see his sorry ass again tonight.
Best case scenario would be it’s us two assholes left at the end of the match so all eyes will be on me when I take out the great “All Father” and turn him into the great “Has-Been.” …I have something to prove to the world, and I may always be a fucking loser – but this fucking loser will haut Odin for the rest of his life. …That mother fucker won’t be able to look at a box of Frosted Flakes without thinking about me after this match. He’ll have to live with the fact he got beaten by what most consider the WCF’s biggest joke – the WCF’s most recent “flash in the pan.” …And I can live with that because I etched my name into the WCF’s history books already, but Im not done yet….Im not done until they announce my name as the winner of WAR. And in a few short hours, ..that will happen. There won’t be a damn thing that—
Salem was cut off by a knock at the door. He yelled at the person to come in and the door slowly opened. A young Japanese man brought in a massive tray of food and set it on the table. The young man smiled at Salem and began to turn away.
Salem: Hey!!! ….Hey you know where to get any good green around here?
The young man look confused and shook his head in a motion signaling that he didn’t really understand what Salem was asking him.
Salem: Weed…Dro…Herb….Mary Jane….Mari-juana….Devils lettuce….Left handed cigarettes….
The young man finally seemed to understand and told Salem he didn’t have any.
Salem: Oh….Well, I figured you did being all slant eyed and all. …I figured ALL of you were high!!!
Without saying a word the young mans glare dropped to the floor and he quickly left the room, confused and irritated. Salem dug into the tray of food, quickly eating the cheese and fruit that was decoratively placed around the tray. His phone buzzed in his pocket, he stopped chewing as he read the text:
Good luck tonight brother.
The person wasn’t a contact in his phone, but he knew that number well. It was Crazy J. Different emotions flooded over Salem as he wasn’t sure what to think about the text. Part of him wanted to reply while another part of him wanted to smash the phone against the wall and never hear from any of them again. He put his phone back in his pocket and took the tray over to the couch where he sat back down.
Salem: If any one of them gave a shit about me, it would be Crazy J. I don’t give a fuck what Seth or anyone else says, J was always my homie. He wouldn’t stay away from me if he didn’t have a good reason to. ….Speaking of Crazy J, it reminds me that I just found out there’s going to be a WHOLE BUNCH of old fucks coming back for this match!! People like Cliff of Doom, …I think he’s the creepy teacher that was molesting little kids when I saw him in last year’s WAR. People like Jay Omega, another guy who means absolutely nothing to me….The guy wasn’t around when I was here so he’s another guy from WCF’s distant past that nobody gives a flying fuck about!!!
And I guess this wouldn’t be a big match if we didn’t have the most overrated wrestler of ALL TIME to fuck up this week!!! You know who Im talking about!! The one…The only…the old….the ugly…the bald…the guy with a 5% career winning percentage!!!......Mr. Adam Young himself!!!!! I’ve never, EVER, seen a person get soo much hype for doing sooo little. I’ve never understood the fascination with Adam Young…The guy who called out Jason Cash to an “Adams Rules” match or some shit like that, and got his fuckin ass handed to him!!! The guy who despised ZT with everything in his body, yet, could never even sniff a win against us!! You people talk about this guy like he’s a legend when the only thing legendary about him is the amount of losses he’s taken to some of the most untalented people to ever grace the ring. If Adam Young wins this match, I’ll fuckin kill myself right there on the spot.
Losing to that idiot is as low as it gets. …If you lose to Adam Young you seriously need to reevaluate your career as a wrestler…..To me, he’s down there on Damian Kaines level, ..and that’s pretty low if you know what I mean!! The only thing more embarrassing than losing to Adam Young would be losing to that cunt Lilith, and don’t even tell me that slut is going to be in the match!! …We’ll all need to be tested for STD’s after that and I hope the WCF ponies up the cash to get tested cause that aint coming out of my pocket!! Hell no!!! This is a one-time-only thing for me, so I’ll be damned if I have to spend some of that money to get tested cause Seth let a walking disease slither into the ring. I haven’t showered in about two weeks so if we got anything dirtier than me and Bishops beard in the ring, then we have a real fuckin problem.
Salem licked the salt off his fingers from the crackers and wiped it on his jersey.
Salem: Then we have others that may not be dirty, but they play a dirty game…Like Dag Riddick….It was him that I thought of when I got that text from Crazy J cause Dag is about as sleazy as they come. He as a lot in common with that racist prick Andre Holmes. Both of them joined Pantheon for one reason: To avoid losing. They both thought if they joined Pantheon they could get away from facing some of the best the WCF, …but Dag wasn’t that lucky….He got matched up against my homie Crazy J…
Orrrr….uuuh….former homie, Crazy J?..
WHATEVER!!!! The point is, this nigga thought he was going to defend that Internet Title against J and whoop his ass. …I watched that match from jail and I thought it was fuckin great that J put that bitch in his place. But that’s not who Dag wanted to face, ….no, no, NO!! He wanted to go against that big retard Jaymz …AFTER Jaymz had already told him he didn’t want no part of that Internet bullshit. That lurch-looking mother fucker was stuck in 1985, that Internet Title wasn’t even on his radar. But Dag begged and pleaded with Jaymz to not take the Alpha Title from his boy, instead wanting Jaymz to take him on instead. ….Begged like a little bitch. ..It did no good as Jaymz went and won the Alpha Title anyway and then Crazy J bitch slapped him around the ring and took that Internet Title too. ….I didn’t see Dag around for a while after that – Im sure he was really embarrassed after all that shit he talked about ZT and Crazy J. Ya know, when I heard that he begged Jaymz like a little bitch, it made me wonder: Did he get down on his knees and grovel to get in Pantheon? How many blowjobs did he have to give to be a part of Pantheon? Or how bad did they kick his ass after J beat him? Because lets face it, …it was humiliating for ALL of them to lose to Crazy J. They talked all that shit and Dag went down.
…ouch…
Im sure that was a big hit to the ‘ol ego….Pantheon losing a Title match to Zero Tolerance!? I was told that could NEVER happen!! But I guess Crazy J was a little better than they all thought, wasn’t he? Yeah, because nobody gave him the respect that he deserved, but it wasn’t just him. We both got treated like shit because we paint our faces, and it looks like Crazy J got the last laugh for himself. …But he won’t be the only one…..This is my night to shine. This is my chance to show the world that I didn’t need to rely on ZT, that I didn’t need them to take me to the top. I have the skills to do that myself and it doesn’t matter that I’ve been out of the ring for a good while now – because I have nothing to lose. A man with nothing to lose is the most dangerous person around.
Look at all these other guys like Omega, Jay West, …Obi, Odin, …Doom, Bishop, Orbit…and more. All these guys have something to lose…All these guys have accomplished great things in the WCF and they have a reputation to uphold. They HAVE to come out and perform well or people will question them and it could tarnish the legacy they have built for themselves. …Not me though. I fight because I have unfinished business and the only way I’ll be leaving the ring is by a stretcher. You mother fuckers are gonna have to kill me to get me out, and I don’t think many of you, …if ANY of you, have the “want,” the drive, or the hunger that I have to win this match.
You know, I’ve fucked up a lot in my life and Im sure that I’ll fuck up plenty more before I go six feet under – but this is one thing that Im not going to fuck up. It’s been a loooong time since I’ve gotten to beat some ass and not get put in solitary for it, so it’s nice to get PAID to do it!!! …and I aint gonna fuck this up, you can’t count on that. I don’t even feel sorry for the people that I’ll send to the hospital tonight because some of you deserve it….And some of you weren’t around when I was here before but you’ll get to see the insanity that I bring and the chaos that ensues when my name is called and I come running down that ramp. I’m going to relish every moment of tonight, Im going to remember the last time my name was shouted out across the PA system to the world as I raise my hand in victory.
This is my biggest match, this is my biggest opportunity and this will be my biggest accomplishment.
I will win this match for Claire….Because I know she would have wanted me to be here, she would have wanted me to prove that we weren’t just a bunch of white trash junkies from Houston with no chance to be successful. This one? …This ones for you, Claire….
Salem set the tray aside and folded his hands together, slowly rocking back and forth on the couch with an odd smile of excitement on his face.
The lights of the Tokyo dome illuminated the sky as the crowd of people began to enter into the arena for the biggest PPV of the year. A cab worked its way through the traffic, finally getting to the side of the arena and to a barrier where only authorized vehicles were allowed. The cab could go no further. Arena security and WCF personal came over to the passenger side of the cab and surrounded the person who stepped from the car. They quickly escorted him to the building quickly, trying to remain unseen from the public’s eye – but the blue hair gave it away.
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Salem paced around the dressing room where he had spent the last few hours trying to calm his nerves. This was a whole new setting to him; he was alone for the first time in his WCF career. There was nobody here to back him up, there was nobody to take his side in WAR tonight. He was one his own. On the biggest stage. His eyes were bloodshot red, his hair a bright blue. His facepaint was done with precision and the black outlines around his eyes were perfect. He wore a blue Schizo jersey with the ZT patches ripped off the sleeves, and he seemed to have put on some weight in the past month. He took a deep breath and finally sat down on the leather couch.
Salem: I bet some of yall didn’t even think I was going to make it, did ya!? Well, guess what, mother fuckers!? Here I am!! I made it out of the flood, I didn’t get put back in jail, and I even made it through “Airport Molestation” where they feel you up before you get on the plane without hitting the asshole who touched my sack. ….It was close, but I held back!! ..And here I am, in fuckin China!!! ….Or is it Japan? It doesn’t really matter cause they all look the same to me! But I made it, that’s all that matters!! I got in here with my ninja-like abilities so I don’t think the weak competition saw me…..which is good. They don’t need to know Im here yet!!
Salem got up from the couch and peaked out the door. He saw Mickey eXtreme walk, his back to Salem. A malicious smile formed over his face and for a brief second, he thought about sneaking up and attacking him. ….”Save it for the match” he thought. He quietly closed the door and went back to the couch.
Salem: See that asshole out there? ….He has no idea what’s coming for him tonight! …None of them do. But the person that keeps coming back to my mind the most is Odin. …The asshole who knocked me out of this match last year. I thought about that match often after I lost and while I was locked up. I thought about: What would have happened if I had managed to beat Odin? I was sooo fuckin close….. I can’t help but think that I was going to win that match if I had disposed of his old wrinkly ass. I let my inexperience get the best of me, …I should have hit him again before I pinned him, I should have slammed his ass down one more good time….but oh well….What’s done is done, and I get to see his sorry ass again tonight.
Best case scenario would be it’s us two assholes left at the end of the match so all eyes will be on me when I take out the great “All Father” and turn him into the great “Has-Been.” …I have something to prove to the world, and I may always be a fucking loser – but this fucking loser will haut Odin for the rest of his life. …That mother fucker won’t be able to look at a box of Frosted Flakes without thinking about me after this match. He’ll have to live with the fact he got beaten by what most consider the WCF’s biggest joke – the WCF’s most recent “flash in the pan.” …And I can live with that because I etched my name into the WCF’s history books already, but Im not done yet….Im not done until they announce my name as the winner of WAR. And in a few short hours, ..that will happen. There won’t be a damn thing that—
Salem was cut off by a knock at the door. He yelled at the person to come in and the door slowly opened. A young Japanese man brought in a massive tray of food and set it on the table. The young man smiled at Salem and began to turn away.
Salem: Hey!!! ….Hey you know where to get any good green around here?
The young man look confused and shook his head in a motion signaling that he didn’t really understand what Salem was asking him.
Salem: Weed…Dro…Herb….Mary Jane….Mari-juana….Devils lettuce….Left handed cigarettes….
The young man finally seemed to understand and told Salem he didn’t have any.
Salem: Oh….Well, I figured you did being all slant eyed and all. …I figured ALL of you were high!!!
Without saying a word the young mans glare dropped to the floor and he quickly left the room, confused and irritated. Salem dug into the tray of food, quickly eating the cheese and fruit that was decoratively placed around the tray. His phone buzzed in his pocket, he stopped chewing as he read the text:
Good luck tonight brother.
The person wasn’t a contact in his phone, but he knew that number well. It was Crazy J. Different emotions flooded over Salem as he wasn’t sure what to think about the text. Part of him wanted to reply while another part of him wanted to smash the phone against the wall and never hear from any of them again. He put his phone back in his pocket and took the tray over to the couch where he sat back down.
Salem: If any one of them gave a shit about me, it would be Crazy J. I don’t give a fuck what Seth or anyone else says, J was always my homie. He wouldn’t stay away from me if he didn’t have a good reason to. ….Speaking of Crazy J, it reminds me that I just found out there’s going to be a WHOLE BUNCH of old fucks coming back for this match!! People like Cliff of Doom, …I think he’s the creepy teacher that was molesting little kids when I saw him in last year’s WAR. People like Jay Omega, another guy who means absolutely nothing to me….The guy wasn’t around when I was here so he’s another guy from WCF’s distant past that nobody gives a flying fuck about!!!
And I guess this wouldn’t be a big match if we didn’t have the most overrated wrestler of ALL TIME to fuck up this week!!! You know who Im talking about!! The one…The only…the old….the ugly…the bald…the guy with a 5% career winning percentage!!!......Mr. Adam Young himself!!!!! I’ve never, EVER, seen a person get soo much hype for doing sooo little. I’ve never understood the fascination with Adam Young…The guy who called out Jason Cash to an “Adams Rules” match or some shit like that, and got his fuckin ass handed to him!!! The guy who despised ZT with everything in his body, yet, could never even sniff a win against us!! You people talk about this guy like he’s a legend when the only thing legendary about him is the amount of losses he’s taken to some of the most untalented people to ever grace the ring. If Adam Young wins this match, I’ll fuckin kill myself right there on the spot.
Losing to that idiot is as low as it gets. …If you lose to Adam Young you seriously need to reevaluate your career as a wrestler…..To me, he’s down there on Damian Kaines level, ..and that’s pretty low if you know what I mean!! The only thing more embarrassing than losing to Adam Young would be losing to that cunt Lilith, and don’t even tell me that slut is going to be in the match!! …We’ll all need to be tested for STD’s after that and I hope the WCF ponies up the cash to get tested cause that aint coming out of my pocket!! Hell no!!! This is a one-time-only thing for me, so I’ll be damned if I have to spend some of that money to get tested cause Seth let a walking disease slither into the ring. I haven’t showered in about two weeks so if we got anything dirtier than me and Bishops beard in the ring, then we have a real fuckin problem.
Salem licked the salt off his fingers from the crackers and wiped it on his jersey.
Salem: Then we have others that may not be dirty, but they play a dirty game…Like Dag Riddick….It was him that I thought of when I got that text from Crazy J cause Dag is about as sleazy as they come. He as a lot in common with that racist prick Andre Holmes. Both of them joined Pantheon for one reason: To avoid losing. They both thought if they joined Pantheon they could get away from facing some of the best the WCF, …but Dag wasn’t that lucky….He got matched up against my homie Crazy J…
Orrrr….uuuh….former homie, Crazy J?..
WHATEVER!!!! The point is, this nigga thought he was going to defend that Internet Title against J and whoop his ass. …I watched that match from jail and I thought it was fuckin great that J put that bitch in his place. But that’s not who Dag wanted to face, ….no, no, NO!! He wanted to go against that big retard Jaymz …AFTER Jaymz had already told him he didn’t want no part of that Internet bullshit. That lurch-looking mother fucker was stuck in 1985, that Internet Title wasn’t even on his radar. But Dag begged and pleaded with Jaymz to not take the Alpha Title from his boy, instead wanting Jaymz to take him on instead. ….Begged like a little bitch. ..It did no good as Jaymz went and won the Alpha Title anyway and then Crazy J bitch slapped him around the ring and took that Internet Title too. ….I didn’t see Dag around for a while after that – Im sure he was really embarrassed after all that shit he talked about ZT and Crazy J. Ya know, when I heard that he begged Jaymz like a little bitch, it made me wonder: Did he get down on his knees and grovel to get in Pantheon? How many blowjobs did he have to give to be a part of Pantheon? Or how bad did they kick his ass after J beat him? Because lets face it, …it was humiliating for ALL of them to lose to Crazy J. They talked all that shit and Dag went down.
…ouch…
Im sure that was a big hit to the ‘ol ego….Pantheon losing a Title match to Zero Tolerance!? I was told that could NEVER happen!! But I guess Crazy J was a little better than they all thought, wasn’t he? Yeah, because nobody gave him the respect that he deserved, but it wasn’t just him. We both got treated like shit because we paint our faces, and it looks like Crazy J got the last laugh for himself. …But he won’t be the only one…..This is my night to shine. This is my chance to show the world that I didn’t need to rely on ZT, that I didn’t need them to take me to the top. I have the skills to do that myself and it doesn’t matter that I’ve been out of the ring for a good while now – because I have nothing to lose. A man with nothing to lose is the most dangerous person around.
Look at all these other guys like Omega, Jay West, …Obi, Odin, …Doom, Bishop, Orbit…and more. All these guys have something to lose…All these guys have accomplished great things in the WCF and they have a reputation to uphold. They HAVE to come out and perform well or people will question them and it could tarnish the legacy they have built for themselves. …Not me though. I fight because I have unfinished business and the only way I’ll be leaving the ring is by a stretcher. You mother fuckers are gonna have to kill me to get me out, and I don’t think many of you, …if ANY of you, have the “want,” the drive, or the hunger that I have to win this match.
You know, I’ve fucked up a lot in my life and Im sure that I’ll fuck up plenty more before I go six feet under – but this is one thing that Im not going to fuck up. It’s been a loooong time since I’ve gotten to beat some ass and not get put in solitary for it, so it’s nice to get PAID to do it!!! …and I aint gonna fuck this up, you can’t count on that. I don’t even feel sorry for the people that I’ll send to the hospital tonight because some of you deserve it….And some of you weren’t around when I was here before but you’ll get to see the insanity that I bring and the chaos that ensues when my name is called and I come running down that ramp. I’m going to relish every moment of tonight, Im going to remember the last time my name was shouted out across the PA system to the world as I raise my hand in victory.
This is my biggest match, this is my biggest opportunity and this will be my biggest accomplishment.
I will win this match for Claire….Because I know she would have wanted me to be here, she would have wanted me to prove that we weren’t just a bunch of white trash junkies from Houston with no chance to be successful. This one? …This ones for you, Claire….
Salem set the tray aside and folded his hands together, slowly rocking back and forth on the couch with an odd smile of excitement on his face.
