Its About to get Filthy (Salem RP #1, Filth Factory)

[Jaymz]

**Silverthorne, Colorado. Home.**



"Oh yes...yeessss....Oh Lilith....oh baby, yesss."



Salem lay in his bed, the sheets moving up and down as he hammered one out using mental images the newest RSW superstar, Lilith, from his spankbank. The woman wouldn't leave his mind and he couldn't think about anything BUT her. He wasn't sure if Lilith was more obsessed with him than he was of her. Excitement filled his body - nobody had ever loved him the way that Lilith did. Sure, girls fell head over heels for him when he was on his medication, but medicated Salem only painted his face for promos and wrestling matches. Medicated Salem was uptight, reserved and somewhat of a hermit.



Unmedicated Salem? This prick was out of control. He painted his face 24/7/365 and he didn't care about other people, he didn't care about anyone except his Awoken brothers, Knucks and Erik Black. And now, Lilith. Lilith seemed to have taken priority over his boys at this point. He still trained for his match, he still went on his early morning run through the Rockies - but it was hard to run when you had a raging boner for over three miles. He went to the gym and worked on his Back and Bi's. Tomorrow was Chest and Tri's.....But still, mental images of Lilith never left his mind at the gym. He imagined her taking all her clothes off, he visualized what he assumed she looked like under her tight fitting wrestling gear. Those beautiful voluptuous breasts, her tight stomach, and hopefully, a shaved kitty.



Lilith always called him Magical Kitty, but he had great hopes that, in fact, it was her kitty that was magical. Well, it has to be magical because he couldn't get it out of his mind!!!! All this running through his brain at the gym; and it wasn't long before he was asked to leave because of the protruding member in his shorts. He just couldn't get it to go away no matter how hard he tried to focus and train, or how many times he rubbed one out.



Still unsatisfied, Salem rolled out of bed with a wad of kleenex and threw them in the small can next to his bed. He walked into the main room of his small, secluded cabin in the Rockies as his phone started to buzz on the table. His eyes grew wide, the white facepaint almost seemed to shine on his face….He knew it was Lilith!! It HAD to be Lilith!! His third leg started to grow in his shorts as he bolted for his phone and a look a disappointment rolled over his face, and the swelling in his pants subsided as he looked at the screen. ...It was just Knucks…



He looked at the message:



Knucks (8:22am): Bro we got a match against that loser team from another fed that’s a part of the network coming up….you gonna be ready?



Salem: (8:22am): Damn, I thought you were Lilith….And yeah, I stay ready...you know that.



Knucks (8:23am): Bro, fuckin forget about that bitch. She got you all sidetracked from all the important shit…



Salem (8:25am): Oh yeah? Like what?



Knucks (8:26am): Uuuhhh….Like our upcoming match.



Salem (8:29am): Oh, I thought you meant besides that. I got up early and trained today so don't worry about me, I’ll be ready!!!



Knucks (8:31am): Not if you’re still thinking about that crazy Lilith bitch…



Salem (8:33am): Y'all keep calling her crazy but I just don't see it. I just see a woman who's madly in love with me. ...What’s wrong with that? I mean, someday I wanna have kids and all, and Mindy wont fuck me without my meds so I have no use for her. Lilith understands me, she gets me.



Knucks (8:39am): She doesn't know you at all. And you don't know her either. She was stalking you long before she ever had a match. I think the only reason she signed up with the RSW was to be closer to you. Listen homie, Im just lookin out for you.



Salem (8:44am): I get that. That’s why you’re a good friend….But you don't have to worry. I’m ready for this match, I’m ready to show the rest of these low budget promotions what Filth Factory is all about. These guys don't wrestle in the RSW so they aint shit. What’s their promotion? JCW?



Knucks (9:02am): The fuck is JCW?



Salem (9:03am): Jobber Club Wrestling.



Knucks (9:05am): Har-har…You’re soo funny...I’ll see you tonight. ...and I don't wanna fuckin hear about Lilith, got it?



Salem (9:09am): Yeah bro, ttyl.

********* 

Salem rolled his eyes as he put the phone back on the table. Maybe Knucks was right, maybe Lilith was just going to be a distraction. Maybe Lilith would cost him the match.



….Cost him the match….



Just the thought of losing made his blood boil, and instantly, Lilith was temporarily erased from his memory. Images of his opponents flooded his brain, thoughts of throwing them to the canvas and pinning their sorry asses brought him joy. He knew that he and Knucks HAD to win this match. Not for the RSW, no….It had nothing to do with them. He couldn’t care less about their public perception; what he cared about the most was making sure that Filth Factory was a massive success, not only in the RSW, but worldwide - and this match was the perfect chance to prove that to everyone.



So, Knucks was right, in fact….He had to clear his mind. He had to get Lilith’s sexy ass out of his brain. He needed to be clear minded. He couldn't focus on the old creepy man that had been following him around, the missing kids, the giant figure that stood before him in the woods that night with the carousel. All that mystery that somehow surrounded the death of his parents and the secret he was still hiding from his friends. All that had to go on hold.



He had a match to win. And he had to make sure the world knew.

*************

**Pittsburgh, Penn. Ch.4 Action News headquarters.**



An all blacked out Ford Explorer pulled into the 4 Action News parking lot, taking the reserved handicapped spot closest to the front door. Bass rattled the frame of the Explorer as the engine shut off and both doors opened. Driving the Explorer was our face painted hero in all his glory, Salem Shepard himself!! His backward blue hat matched his bright blue eyes and hair, his face was painted all white with black around the eyes. He put the keys into his oversized Filth Factory hoodie and walked over to the passenger, Knucks. Knucks also had his face painted an intricate design and he wore the same hoodie that Salem did - Filth Factory was in full effect.



Salem stopped and looked at Knucks paint, “Damn...You should wear paint all the time. ...The bitches love it.”



Knucks disagreed, “Naw man, Filth Factory only. ...Its takes too long to put this shit on!!! I had time to drink 4 beers by the time I got this done.”



Salem pointed to his own face, “That’s why I keep it simple!” He walked up to the door and opened it for Knucks. They were instantly greeted by a large black man in a Security uniform; he stood about six-foot-eight and was soo fat that Salem could almost hear the buttons on his shirt screaming in sheer pain. Knucks could see by his body language that his guard was up - he thought they were trouble. He stood between them and the double glass doors that led to the main building with no intention of letting them through.



“Sup, my man?” Salem continued to walk past the guard, just nodding at him as he passed by.



“Yooo…” The security guard reached out with one arm, stopping Salem and pushing him back. Rage boiled in Salem as he pushed the man in the chest with both hands; surprising the large man as he stumbled back before regaining his balance.



“What the fuck, bro!?” Salem threw his hat off and pulled up his sleeves. Knucks took a step, balled his fists and followed his boy toward the security guard, who was now screaming empty threats at them, ordering them to stop immediately...but they didn't. And every step forward they took, he took another back. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his body started to tremble in fear. He reached for his taser as Salem got ready to swing when shouting came from behind.



“STOP!!! STOP, RIGHT THERE!!!”



This time it was the cops, ...the real cops. Salem slowly lowered his fist, knowing it was the smart thing to do with four cops all pointing tasers at him. Knucks was pissed and he let them know it.



“Hey!!! We just came here to do an interview with Emily Whats-Her-Face and this fuckhole tried to stop us!! He's RACIST!!! He didn't ask us who we were, what we were doing, nothing!!”



Salem, who had both hands high in the air, agreed, “That’s right!!! He's racist cause were white!! If I had white privilege right now, I wouldn't have my hands in the sky.”



One of the cops lowered his taser and tried to calm them down, “Ok...ok, we’ll figure this out. Settle down. Nobody here is racist---”



“Except him!!” Salem pointed to the security guard.



“One more from you, and you're outta here, understand!?” The cop looked Salem in the eyes, “Understand!?”



Salem wanted to kill him. He wanted to use his skin as a doormat to wipe the snow off his feet with. “Yeah...I got it..” He was barely audible.



“Ok good!” The cop continued, “I know who you are, just let me call it in, ok?” The cop then looked over at the security guard, “Guys, it’s his job to see who comes and goes in here. Don't give him a hard time, please.”



“But we didn't!!!” Knucks countered, “He didn't say shit to us!! My boy said something to him, and then that racist asshole put his hands on my boy!! ..We didn't do shit!!”



“Yeah!!!” Salem backed him up again. “I'm tired of being singled out just because I'm white. Everywhere I go people think I did something fucked up just because I’m white!!”



One of the other cops rolled his eyes, “It couldn't be because of the facepaint, could it? Maybe if you didn't leave the house looking like a complete loser ….this wouldn't happen.”



Again, the urge to just kill the man was coming out of every pore in Salem’s body. It took everything he had not to kill every single one of them right here. Right now. The cop motioned for Salem and Knucks to follow him into the main building. He took them to the front desk and told the woman who they were there to see. She smiled, and told them it would be just a second before Emily came to get them.

*********** 

**Ch4 Action News Interview Room**


Salem and Knucks sat next to each other on an overly large, fluffy couch. Across from them was a single chair just as large and overly plush, and between them was a small table with a vase of flowers. They watched as the crew of Ch4 got everything ready for the interview.



“What the fuck is this shit?” Knucks pointed at the flowers and motioned how uncomfortable he was sitting on this girly couch.



“I dunno man, ...it’s pretty gay…” Salem looked a bit nervous, “...Man those lights are bright.”



Knucks looked around the set and he didn't think the lights looked any brighter than any other interview or promo he'd been a part of. Walking through the crew came a very beautiful dark skinned woman with jet black hair that ran just past her shoulders. She wore a red, tight, but not too revealing dress - but with a face like that? The dress didn't need to be revealing. She had a smile to die for and almond shaped eyes. Both men were instantly in love with her.



“Holy shit…” Knucks mumbled to Salem.



“Dude...she's smokin hot.”



She walked over to the couch and extended her hand. Both men stood up and extended the courtesy. “Hello, Im Emily Santosa...I’m glad you guys could make it today. I heard they gave you a hard time coming in!”



She laughed at the comment and so did the two men. Salem found it hard to be upset at the incident with such a beautiful lady standing across from him.



Emily sat in the chair across from them, putting her notes on the table. “Yeah, our security guy is kind of an asshole. Anyway, we only have a minute, but I won't be asking you guys anything too personal or anything like that. Were gonna keep it real basic, I'm sure you guys have done this a thousand times!”



She looked at Salem and hesitated, clearing her throat before she worked up the nerve to ask, “Um, Mr. Shepard...Is it ok if I bring up the FBI investigation? I won't go too far into it or the missing kids, I---”



Salem cut her off. “NO! Absolutely not. You say one fuckin word about that and this is over.”



She nodded quickly, “ok, ok...It wont come up.”



Salem adjusted his hoodie and his eyes darted to all the lights around the set, “fuck its hot in here. Why are yalls lights soo fuckin bright!?”



A man darted onto the set, “Were live in 3…..2…...1…..”



Emily smiled into the camera, “Good morning Pittsburgh! We hope you're up and enjoying this beautiful day as much as we are! This morning we've got two very special guests, ...two of the best professional wrestlers in the world! Anthony Knucks Stevenson and Salem Shepard from the RSW!” How are you today, gentlemen?”



“Good!” Knucks shouted.



Salem adjusted his collar, “err, umm...I’m good. It’s hot as hell in here tho….”



“Ok...uuummm, we’ll have to watch our language please, guys!” Emily blushed at their language and continued. “You guys are part of a group called Awoken, but you're also a tag team, correct?”



Knucks nodded, “Yes, my brother Salem and I are the Filth Factory. That’s our tag team name within Awoken.”



“Who is in Awoken?” Emily asked Knucks as Salem seemed too distracted.



“Awoken is the two of us and Erik Black, so it’s just the three of us...You know, we could expand Awoken and enlarge our footprint but we don't need to. The three of us can take over the world as it is.”



“I see. What's your inspiration behind the whole Filth Factory gimmick?”



“Gimmick?” Salem perked up and stopped messin with his hoodie. He was starting to sweat as well. “You think this is a gimmick!? Bitch, I live this life!! I paint my face every day!! I eat, sleep and piss wrestling, ok!? ...This isn’t a gimmick, not even close.”



Knucks added, “People say Filth Factory is the nastiest thing in wrestling but were just bringing entertainment with blood, guts, midgets, midgets in bikinis, midgets in bikinis with super soakers…”



“My boy likes midgets.” Salem chimed in as he went back to fanning his hoodie.



“I do like midgets, but who doesn't!” Knucks could see that Emily didn't find this funny, “Oh….I bet we were supposed to say ‘little people’ weren't we?”



Emily just smiled and nodded yes.



“Fuck em! ….Midgets are midgets.” Salem took his hoodie off and sat back down on the couch, “Jesus, turn some AC on in here!!”



“Ok, uummm…” Emily stammered around, not sure where to take this interview as it seemed to have slammed into a brick wall doing 90mph. “So you guys have a match against another network coming up. What are your thoughts about taking on competition from another federation?”



Knucks started it off, “Its kinda like taking on your little brother, because any other federation is nothing compared to the RSW…..No other place has Awoken on their roster, so it’s virtually impossible to be as good as the RSW right now. I mean, let’s be honest, the RSW was dying out. Nobody cared about them anymore, they needed some new, raw talent to put them back on top - and that’s exactly what Awoken as done. RSW dominates the ratings and Awoken/Filth Factory merch sales are through the roof!!”



Salem agreed, “That’s right. Hell, the whole sport was dying before we signed with the RSW. And listen, I don't care about the RSW….I don't care what people think about this place, all I care about is Awoken. I just want to see us dominate every ring that we can, I don't care what federation it is….Give us your best, put us in the ring, and we’ll beat those bitches too.”



Emily asked a question before Salem could continue, “Salem, you said the whole sport was dying. I think your opponents, Natural Born Chaos, would feel differently.”



Salem shrugged, “Who cares? I mean, who the fuck are they anyway? I don't remember seeing them on my TV before I became a professional wrestler. Well, I may have seen the Chaos guy….or another Chaos guy, ….or that one Chaos guy…..I mean, how many Chaos’ can there be!? Holy shit!!! Everywhere I go, there Chaos!! These guy aint got shit on us, they have no idea how fucked they really are!! They’ve never seen a tag team like Knucks and I. Obviously, they’ve never seen anything as creative as us either. ….Chaos….wow, how long did it take him to think of that name?



The other one sounds like something I would name my dog and talk to him like: C’mooon Duke….whos a goood booooy??? YOU!!! You’re a gooooood boooooy, Duke!!!.....And some people might think we might actually lose to this redneck duo!? They remind me more of the Dukes of Hazzard……. Emily, you talked about gimmicks earlier, but I want you to ask Chaos where he got his gimmick and which other 25 Chaos wrestlers in the past he stole it from, ok? ….Who the hell matched us up against these nobodies!?”



Emily didn't want to say it, “Well, I do believe they have been around for quite a while so I’m sure someone knew what they were doing when they booked this match.”



Salem rolled his eyes and shrugged her off, “yeah, yeah, yeah….I’m sure. Just because Duke has some gigantism disease does not make him a good wrestler, ok? Just because he's been around forever and won matches makes him great to you guys...pathetic... How many matches has he lost? ...Is anyone gonna tell me that? Is he a walking seven-foot-undefeated-giant? ….uh, no...He's not. Just because he's had more matches than Knucks and I have combined, probably, that makes him better than us? Nooo…..Listen, he's no different than what we've already seen in the ring in the RSW.



We've taken on the old guys, the guys who've won it all, the guys who are legendary in the sport and tossed them to the side like it was nothing - so why is a guy like Duke any different?



NEWS FLASH!!!! ...HE'S NOOOTT!!!



He's just another old fuck trying to prove something to the world; probably trying to prove that ‘his generation is tougher’ and that's ‘what a real wrestler is like.’ I can't even say he's trying to relive the glory days because I'm not sure he even has any legit ‘glory days’ to look back on!!



He still wants to live in the light, he wants people to remember him, he wants the world to have some kind of fond memory of him in the ring, he wants his name mentioned on TV after he retires. And when he does retire, he wants to sit back in his living room and pretend that every show is just going to be a jerk-off-fest to his career between every match.



But I have bad news for him, Emily, and it’s a good thing you're here to break the story first!!! Truth is: When Duke retires, ….nobody is going to miss him. He won't be talked about on the next show because the fans won't care. The fans DO. NOT. CARE. about some retired old wrestler!! The fans move on - they continue the journey with the rest of the talent in the prime of their lives. They’ll be too busy watching Filth Factory dominate the ring to even remember that Duke even existed. We've proven this, Emily.



We've proven in the RSW that nobody cares about the old folks once something new and better pops up. And were not just something ‘new and better,’ were a once in a generation kind of talent. The fuckin stars had to perfectly align for Knucks, Erik and myself to be born in the same time frame and end up at the same place at this point in our lives. Its a fuckin miracle!!!



Emily, hon, we already told you. Were Filth Factory. We're here to change the wrestling landscape. We don't give a fuck what you did in the past, we don't care how many wins you have and how much gold you’ve won. That means absolutely nothing to us. This is NewWave19 bitches, Filth Factory is taking over the tag division faster than Shane Mitchells dead hooker girlfriend screwed the entire roster. And that's pretty quick, from what I hear…”



Salem looked around the set, sweat now dripping down his face mixing with the white paint. He touched his forehead with his hand and jumped up from the couch. His hand was white with paint.



“KNUCKS!!!” He screamed. Emily jumped up from the chair in fright as Knucks looked at Salems hand. “Bro!!! Knucks!!! Oh man, oh man, oh man….I told yall it was too hot in here…”



He looked at Knucks like he was dying, “Bro….Im melting…”



Knucks found this hilarious and tried not to laugh. He did his best to hide his smile, “Naw bro...Your paints just coming off cause of the lights.”



“NO!!!” He frantically paced around the set, “I’M GONNA FUCKIN DIE IN HERE!!!! ...I gotta get outta here!!!!” White colored sweat ran into his eye and he lost it. He bolted from the set, pushing people out of his way as he screamed in horror, yelling that he only had seconds left before his face melted off. Finally, he found a one-stall restroom and locked himself inside.

*************

Salem scrambled into the restroom and locked the door behind him. He put his hands on his face and pulled them away; blood filled his hands. Pieces of flesh mixed with the clots of blood filled his hands. Muscles and tendons dangled from his face - he could feel them. He screamed out in terror as he heard Knucks on the other side of the door, begging him to come out; telling him it was only his paint mixed with sweat. Had Knucks lost his goddamn mind!? Couldn't he see the flesh falling off Salem’s face!? Did he think this was a fucking joke!? He was melting, melting right here in the Ch4 Action News bathroom.



This is not the way he wanted to die. His life was NOT supposed to end like this. Panicking, he grabbed paper towels and dabbed his face...Blood soaked through the towels, he tossed them in the sink and got up to look in the mirror. His face was a mangled, bloody mess. His right eye sagged from its socket, his jaw only held together by a few tendons. His skull above his eyes shined white in the bathroom lights. He screamed out in terror again, this time Knucks demanding that he open the door - saying that he could help. Salem knew there was no helping him. He was dying. It was soo hot in here that he was melting. He slumped back to the floor and looked around the nicely decorated bathroom. There was a picture of two angles on the wall surrounded by beautiful flowers and lush green grass and trees. The Angles eyes shifted to him, one of them spoke.



“Its ok, Salem. We're here to help you. Come with us.”



He shook his head ‘no’ as another piece of skin fell off his face and blood soaked through his shirt. “Im not ready to die” he whispered.



The Angel in the photo smiled, “Nobody ever is, sweetie. Come with us. Your parents are here, I think they would love to see you.”



“Nooo.” Again, he spoke in a whisper.



“Please, don't fight it.” The angel seemed soo nice, soo comforting.



“Ok….ok….” Salem slowly nodded his head. He relaxed, he felt his heart slowing down...His breathing subsided.

********* 

Knucks had seen enough. He kicked the door one time and it flew off its hinges landing inside the bathroom. He looked on the floor and there was Salem. He was passed out. His paint was a smeared mess, sweat had soaked completely through his clothes and he was out cold.



A crowd had gathered behind Knucks as he entered the bathroom and helped Salem up, “Well, his face is still intact….he must have been hallucinating.”



Salem's eyes rolled from the back of his head, barely open he looked at Knucks. “Im dying. I’ve melted. ….don't…..don't let them see me.”



Not wanting to anger the schizo, Knucks played along. “Can someone get me something, ANYTHING to cover this dying man’s face!?” He looked back at the crowd of people and several of them ran off - trying to find something to put on Salem’s face. Moments later a chubby man with a headset brought back a pillowcase.



Knucks looked at him oddly, “Where the fuck did you get a pillowcase around here? ...He's gonna look like a Klan member…”



Salem extended his hand out, “give it to me. Put it on my head. Don't let them see me like this…please.”



Knucks pulled out a knife from his pocket and cut two holes in the pillowcase for eyes before putting it on Salmes head and helping him up off the floor. Salem was weak, he needed assistance to get out of the building.



Salem seemed a little more clear-minded as he looked at the crowd that had gathered, “Im sorry….Im sorry, I bled all over your floor.”



The crew from Ch4 Action News looked in the bathroom but there was nothing there. Just a broken door and some sweat on the floor. Knucks led him out of the building and into the parking lot. He helped Salem into the passenger seat, “Knucks….I’m gonna have to wear this pillowcase forever.”



Before the closed the door, Knucks replied, “Why the fuck would you do that?”



“Cause my face melted, bro. Its gone. Lilith won't love me like this. I’ll have to cover my face forever.”



“Sorry bro.” Knucks tried to be sincere, but after he closed the passenger door he let out a huge laugh and tried to compose himself before he got back in the Explorer and drove off.