Depression is Filthy too (Salem RP #4 - Filth Factory)
Jan 21, 2019 20:16:06 GMT -5
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Post by Jaymz on Jan 21, 2019 20:16:06 GMT -5
**Pittsburgh, Penn. Hotel**
Knucks was in the hallway of the hotel just outside Salem's room. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Erik black. After a few moments, Mr. Black answered. “Bro, Erik...Ummm, I’ve got an emergency here. Came you come to the hotel!? ..It’s about Salem. ….Ok, hurry, please!!”
Knucks put his phone back in his pocket and waited for Erik to arrive…
“Come one, come all!!! ...Come see the nastiest, filthiest thing you've EVER seen in your entire life!!!”
Carnival music played in the background as the smells of corndogs, indian tacos, polish sausages permeated the air. Kids ran through the midway with cheers and laughs as the barker for the Freakshow continued, “Step insiiiide!!! See nature's most frightful and devastating abominations!!! Don't bring in the little ones though, it’ll be something straight out of their nightmares!!!”
People walked up to the tent and a black tarp was pulled down over the entryway, “It’s only a dollar, ladies and gentlemen!! Just one dollar will change your life forever!! You’ll tell your friends, your co-workers and your family about the hideous abomination I have inside!!! It’s a sight you’ll never forget, it’s a sight that you younger folks will eventually tell your grandchildren about!! Step..onnn... up!!!”
People lined up at the small tent as the barker left his podium and stepped in front of the entryway with the black tarp. “I’ll collect your dollar on the way in, but you can only stay for a few minutes, understand? ….Not that you’ll want to stay any longer than that, of course. The sight inside will turn your stomach and cause you to lose your lunch!! So I hope you haven't eaten yet…..and NO cell phones allowed!! My assistant inside is carefully watching for video recordings, and if we see it, we’ll put YOU in the cage with the freak itself!!!!”
Gasps came from the crowd as the murmur of chatter got louder with the anticipation. The barker had gathered a large amount of people, as usual, because everyone in town knew he had the most terrifying freak of them all and people came from miles away to see this disgusting abomination.
The barker let people in two at a time. Screams and shouts could be heard from outside and the crowd pushed forward with anticipation of being let in and viewing the nasty freak within. As the line of people slowly entered, the first viewers walked out from the exit...Kids were crying, ladies with pale faces and shock in their eyes from seeing the hideous freak. The black tarp was pushed to the side and more people entered.
The tent inside was dark and nobody said a word as they walked over to the old 1920s style carnival elephant railcar. Next to the car were to men with taser sticks. There was only one light in the tent and it was hung in the corner of the railcar, giving just enough light to see the monster inside.. One of the men reached his taser stick in between the bars and poked the dirty heap that lay in the middle of the railcar sending a jolt through its body. It howled in pain as it thrashed around in its cage, sending loose hay and dirt flying into the air.
“GET UP!!!” The man yelled, “I’ll do it again, you freak!!”
The threat was enough for the freak to rise to its feet. It was weak and shaky. It had its back turned to the crowd of people. It wore dirty, stained jeans that were ripped to shreds and a t-shirt that used to be white but was now brown and covered in holes. The tent smelled of human feces and urine and some of the viewers choked and gagged at the strong stench.
“TURN AROUND!!” The man ordered.
Slowly, the freak turned toward to the crowd of people. They screamed out in terror, kids grabbed onto their parents legs, some of the ladies bolted from the tent immediately as the freak turned around and showed its face.
The assistant inside the tent spoke up as the freak was there for everyone to see. I present to you, ...the one, ….the only, ….MELTFACCCEEE!!!!!!”
The disgusting abomination stood there in the cage. He was deathly thin and his skin appeared to not have seen the sun in months. He lifted his head and showed his face to the crowd. An eyeball hung from one socket that was badly infected and puss pulsed out from the gap beneath it. The other eye was swollen and red, but intact in the face. Its jaw hung down from the skull itself, swinging back and forth on the few muscles and tendons that held it together. Its tongue lolled out to the side as saliva dripped down its mangled face. There were pieces of hay stuck to its shiny skull and dirt clung to the loose skin around the forehead. The skin that had melted away from the freaks face clung to his neck in heaps like melted candle wax.
He stood there looking on at the crowd as he had done many times before. He walked up to the front of the railcar and put his hands on the bars. His fingernails were long and black underneath and he smelled as bad as he looked. Kids threw rocks at him and people laughed. The two assistants on the side of the railcar also found this amusing which prompted more kids to look around on the ground and find small rocks to throw at the freak.
One kid hit the abomination in the right eye, causing a stream of puss to spray out, some landing on a mans nice suit jacket. He instantly vomited. The freak stood back from the bars and lifted his hands to shield his melted face as he was attacked by more rocks. He slipped in a puddle of his own urine and fell hard to the wooden floor of the railcar littered in hay. And the sound of laughter filled the tent.
“Thats whats gonna happen to me.” Salem sat on the edge of the hotel bed with his pillowcase still on, rubbing his hands together as he told them about his future as a carnival exhibit. Knucks sat in the chair across from him and Erik stood leaning against the wall, both men were pulled into the story Salem had told. “They’re gonna lock me up and use me as a freakshow...”
Nobody said a word as Salem continued, “So, go ahead….Just release me from Awoken. I’m sorry I failed you both, but I can't wrestle in this condition. People will just grab my skin flaps and pull them off. ..One hit to my jaw and it's totally gone. One suplex and my right eye will roll out to ringside... I can sue the shit out of Ch4 Action News for this, I guess. That might be my only option so I don't have to join the carnival. I’ll have no other financial support as I’ve gone through most my inheritance too. Im sorry guys..”
Erik shook his head in disbelief, “Shit man, it's not that bad...I'm sure we can find a doctor to fix you.”
Salem shook his head ‘no’ from within the pillowcase, “Naw bro, I called one of the best doctors in Pittsburgh and he said my face was fine. That's why I need to join the carnival because I'm just a joke, ...I'm a joke to everyone.” Salem paused and took a deep breath, “He just wanted me to think my face was fine so everyone can laugh at me…”
Knucks had an idea, “Hey man!! I know a great doctor that can fix you!! He helped me too, let me talk to him and see if he cant get some plastic surgery done on you. He's great, he can have you fixed up before the match!!” This was all a lie, of course. But Knucks figured he could get a doctor in here to ‘fake-fix’ Salem’s face and get his schizo friend somewhat back on track before their big match with Duke and Chaos.
“It wont work man..” Salem was really sad and depressed over all of this. “I’ve been like this all week and nobody can help me. ...Do you know who I am now!?”
Erik stepped away from the wall and closer to Salem with a stern look on his face, “Yeah, I know who the fuck you are!! You’re Salem fuckin Shepard...You're my brother and one of the best wrestlers in the RSW….Thats who you are!!”
“No….no, I’m not Salem Shepard anymore...Salem had a nice, sexy painted face that was perfect and bitches loved it...And now? Now, I’m just a modern day Elephant man. Im Joseph Merrick Shepard, the ugly Elephant Man Jr. ...And I don't want some creepy fucker to keep my bones like Michael Jackson did!! You guys can't let that happen!!”
Salem laid down on the bed and continued, “You guys will be too embarrassed to be seen out in public with me...And I understand. I’ve already looked up a few traveling circuses and sent some emails. ..Did you know Barnum and Bailey closed down!?!? Holy Shit!! ...Anyway, I haven't heard back from any of the others yet. But I’m gonna go ahead and pack my things...I’ve really enjoyed my time with you guys. I appreciate you letting me be in your Awoken club.”
Salem stood up from the bed as another knock came from the door. Knucks got up and walked over to it. He didn't open it all the way but Salem could see that he was talking to someone….By this point, whoever it was, should have come in. He walked over to the door itself and pulled it open. It was Mindy. Both her and Knucks looked at each other.
“What?” Salem questioned whatever they had been talking about.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Mindy asked, but Salem didn't see love in her eyes. He didn't see that look she always had when he was around, or well, when Kyle was around. In fact, he didn't see much emotion in her eyes at all.
Turns out, it wasn't a question and Mindy barged her way into the room and put her hands on her waist. She wasn't looking her best. She had no makeup on, her hair was pulled back and she wore and oversized shirt with jeans.
Salem closed the door and walked over to Mindy, “So, did you come for some of this Salem dick-piece?”
Mindy slapped him hard, hard enough to literally slap the paint of his face. She hit hard, but he knew this already. He shook the cobwebs out of his brain, “Shit woman….The fuck was that for!?”
“You know damn-well why I did that. I can see it in your eyes Salem, you’re not happy this way. Please, PLEASE, take your medication!”
Salem didn't reply. He just stood there staring at Mindy from under the pillowcase. She pleaded again, “Do you not want to be together? Is that it? ...because I’m not giving in, Kyle. I’m not going to be with you if you don't take your meds…..I guess that doesnt matter at all to you, does it?”
He shrugged, “Maybe….Maybe not.”
Mindy rolled her eyes and laughed once as she shook her head in disbelief, “Ok then! I don't know why I expect anything else from you. You just string me along when you need me and dump me off when you don't.”
Again, Salem only shrugged. “Well, you are a hooker…”
She launched herself at Salem as she started to cry. She pulled on the pillowcase and nearly got it off his head as he screeched like a small girl. He kicked Mindy away from him and bolted for the bathroom, locking the door as it slammed closed.
Knucks blocked the door as Erik grabbed her by the waist and tried to settle her down. She screamed as Salem while Erik pulled her away from the door and sat her down in a chair. He got on a knee and quietly spoke to her until she calmed down.. Knucks walked over to the bed and sat next to her. For a moment the three of them sat in silence. They understood what she was feeling, they knew that Salem was hard to deal with in this condition. Well, for her anyway. Knucks prefered him in this condition.
“I really need your guys help.” Mindy spoke softly as she dried up her tears. “We have to get Kyle back on his meds. He's not gonna listen to me, but I know he’ll listen to you guys.”
She looked at them both in the eyes and they could see she was pleading for help, she was desperate. She wanted her Kyle back. Neither of the men said a word and Knucks looked away when she turned to face him.
“You’re his best friend, Knucks. You have to help him.”
“Uuhhh…” Knucks scratched his head and avoided the statement the best the could, “I helped him win those Tag Belts...sooooo, I already help him.”
Erik could see where this was going and he knew what Knucks was about to tell her, and he was going to fully back him up.
Mindy smiled, “No, Knucks. Help me get him back on his meds. We need to get Kyle back, not this freak he pretends to be.”
Knucks squirmed. He didn't want to upset Mindy, she seemed like a nice lady. But he had to tell her the truth. “Mindy...Listen...You gotta understand something. You seem like a wonderful person, much nicer than Candy is, but….Salem is my boy. He's our partner in crime, and honestly, he's better in the ring when he's Salem and not Kyle. He's more focused and---”
Mindy cut him off, “You call THAT focused!” She pointed to the bathroom door where Salem was still hiding, “He thinks his goddamn face is melted off, and you think THAT’S focused!?”
“Well no..” Knucks started, “I agree, we gotta get his face fixed so he’ll chill the fuck out. I can help him, I already have a plan!! We’ll get his face fixed and he’ll be back to normal after that.”
Mindy lowered his head depressingly, “That won't be normal. Normal is Kyle on his meds. He's still a great wrestler that way, you know?”
Knucks agreed, “Yeah, but it’s not the same. Listen, Kyle told me his plan was to be the best wrestler in the world. But he worries too much when he's Kyle, he's stresses over everything when he's Kyle. He doesn't wrestle loose when he's Kyle.”
Erik added, “But this Salem guy….He loves the attention and he lives for the cheers. He wants to inflict more damage on his opponents this way….It makes him a more dangerous wrestler. And we need that from him.”
Mindy looked at them like they were stupid, “You guys don't even know….He's never been ‘Salem’ this long in his entire life. This ‘Salem’ character has only been around twice in his life and both on very short occasions, less than 24 hours. ..He's been like this for days now and you guys have no fucking idea what will happen the longer he doesn't take his meds, ...and I don't either. But he's too dangerous this way and it’ll only get worse.”
Erik put his hand on Mindy’s leg, “We can handle him, ok? We can keep him under control.”
Mindy pushed Eriks hand off her leg, “ppfftt...Keep him under control? Yeah, I would love to see you try…You’re not his friends...not REAL friends.” Mindy shot them both a go-to-hell look.
Knucks was offended by the comment, “The fuck we aren't!! Salem is like a brother to me!! And I don't really know you, either. How do I know you have Salem's best interest in mind!? I don't!! You're just some girl who wants a relationship with him, a girl who hooked up with him in the past. Where have you been this last week? What have you done to help him!?”
Mindy jumped up from the bed and pointed a finger in Knucks face, “I’ve been there for him my entire life!! I know him better than you two do, and I always will!! Where have I been!?!? I stay away!!! I stay away when he's like this and he KNOWS IT!!! He treats me like shit, he treats me like every other man that’s been in my life!! ...That’s why I don't come around!! Kyle, though? Kyle loves me, Kyle loves wrestling and wants to live a quiet life...with ME!!”
Knucks rolled his eyes. He was tired of this shit. Mindy saying that he wasn't Salem’s real friend upset him greatly. “Well good!! Maybe that’s what Kyle wants, but Kyle isn't here. I’m not helping you, Mindy. Everything Kyle told me about what he wanted to achieve in the RSW, what his goals are, ….Salem accomplishes that for him, plus some. Maybe there’s things he didn't tell you, Mindy, because everything he wants to achieve in the RSW - Salem brings that out of him. Yeah, he was a good wrestler before...but he's going to rise to the top of the RSW ladder because of SALEM, not because of….Kyle. Salem brings his wrestling skill to a whole different level, Salem works the crowd while Kyle wont. Salem has goals, plans, things he wants to create for merch while Kyle was too worried about some fucking missing kids and a giant man in his dreams.”
Knucks paused before he continued, “Have you seen that fuckin house he lives in!? You’re gonna tell me that Kyle was completely sane!? He has maps of Indiana all over his house, pictures of those missing kids stapled to every wall while he rambles on about some giant carousel in the woods….That’s crazy talk, and Kyle was completely obsessed with that shit!! And you’re gonna tell me that he was ok on his meds!?”
Mindy’s face turned red with fury and she was pissed. She was confident these two men would help Kyle get back on his meds, but obviously they wouldn't help. “Yeah, I know it was crazy...I was over there. I knew something was wrong and that's about the time he quit taking his medication, I believe. He was ok before that. He was ok before that fucked up dream he had, and I'm not so sure it was a dream.”
“Im not either…” Erik added.
Knucks looked confused, “What do you mean?”
Erik continued, “It’s just….It’s just too real. There’s too many things that Salem never would have known if it was a dream. There's no way he would have known those kids names and faces, there's just no way…”
Knucks was now standing up and facing Erik, “So, you're saying it really happened?”
Erik shrugged, “Could have…”
“What!?” Mindy again looked at them like they were stupid and she was appalled, “None of it was real!!!! It's part of his hallucinations!! It’s part of his schizophrenia!!”
Erik slowly shook his head in disagreement, “..not that.”
Mindy stood up and put on her jacket, “Whatever. I thought you guys were better people. I thought you would want to help him, but I guess I was wrong.”
“We are helping him, like Knucks told you.” Erik looked out the window as he spoke. His tone was commanding and forceful, “Were helping him be the wrestler that he always wanted to be. The wrestler he couldn't be. I’ll just be honest with you, Mindy...”
Erik turned away from the window and faced her. The look on his face was serious and Mindy could see that Erik wasn't messing around, “We look out for him now, it’s not your job anymore. He has no family and he has no real friends besides us. He doesn't need you to coddle him and press him into taking his medication...that makes him weak. We’ll fully capable of handling him and keeping him out of trouble. ...Do you know that every time he leaves this hotel that he's being followed? Yeah, we hired a security guy to follow him around. ...Just in case..”
“Well!!” Mindy put her jacket on and slung her purse over her shoulder, “I guess I’m not needed here then!” She walked over to the door and paused, “...but when it gets too much to handle, when he gets too out of control - don't come calling me, understand? ...cause you can handle him now. He's your problem. Tell him I said to have a nice life.”
Mindy opened the door and started to bawl in heaving sobs as she walked out into the hallway. Erik shook his head and looked at Knucks, “He doesnt need her anymore, that’s why he has us. We do need to keep an eye on him, she said this is the longest he's ever gone without medication.”
Knucks agreed, “Yeah...I’ll keep an eye on him while we stay here. I think my plan will work and we’ll get his face fixed tomorrow. If you want, you can help me g----”
Knucks was cut off as a loud crashing noise came from inside the bathroom. Erik and Knucks shot each other an odd look before they made a mad dash for the bathroom door and pushed it open - it was unlocked. Salem was laying on the floor with a towel tied around his neck and the shower curtain had fallen on top of him. Erik pulled the curtain back and noticed the other end of the towel was tied onto the shower rod.
“What the fuck!?” Erik couldn't believe what he was seeing as he loosened the towel around Salem’s neck and pulled it off - trying to keep the pillowcase on Salem’s head. “What the fuck are you doing!?”
Salem sat up on the floor rubbing the back of his head, “Ahh fuuuck….Damn, that shit hurt.” Salem looked at Knucks...Then Erik...Then back to Knucks. “So, is this Hell? You guys don't have wings, so this has to be Hell, right?”
Knucks surveyed the damage in the bathroom, “Did you just try to kill yourself!?”
Salem was embarrassed but he nodded ‘yes’ anyway, “Yeah man, I did….Im such a failure that I can't even kill myself properly.”
“Uumm, well, hanging yourself from a shower rod isnt going to work.” Erik said as he helped Salem to his feet.
“I thought the towel would make it more comfortable than a rope.” Salem couldn't look them in the eyes, “But I've never tried this before….obviously. If Kyle wouldn't have kept me locked away all these years I COULD FUCKING KILL MYSELF THE RIGHT WAY!!!!”
There was an odd silence in the hotel room after that. Knucks and Erik quickly looked at each other and both were reminded of what Mindy had said. Knucks broke the silence, “Bro, I got a doctor coming tomorrow and he can fix you, ok? You’re not gonna have a melted face for much longer. This guy already told me he could fix you up and have you ready for the match.”
Salem’s eyes seemed to brighten from beneath the pillowcase, “Really!? Fuck yeah!! I won't try to kill myself then, ..well, unless he can't fix me..Then I’ll kill myself because I can't work at the carnival freak show, it's just not enough money and the living conditions are kinda sub-par…”
“You gonna be here for a while?” Erik asked as he pulled out his phone, “I have to go see John.”
Knucks nodded, “Yeah, I’ll hang out here for a while.”
“Alright, I’ll see you guys later. Clown Dick, don't kill yourself. Knucks can beat Duke and Chaos alone, but be there to help him out.” Erik didn't wait for a reply. He flipped off his two brothers and left the hotel room.
Salem went back and laid on the bed, “You really think you could beat those two guys alone? ...Ah hell, you probably could. You won't need to though. When I was laying there on the bathroom floor I had an epiphany!! I saw Lilith and...well...I’d rather not tell you that part! Ha! Anyway!!!! I saw us with the Tag Belts, but we also had singles Titles...One being the World Heavyweight Title….Erik had a Title too. And I realized, if I kill myself, I won't be a part of that. I won't be here to win more titles with you guys. And I can't give Duke and Chaos the satisfaction of only wrestling one half of Filth Factory. I have to wrestle with you at least one more time before I have to join the carnival....”
Knucks had gotten on the phone and told Jessie to bring over some alcohol. It was was going to be a long day. Salem was already ranting about the match and when he started to talk about his match, he NEVER shut up!! ...And Knucks couldn't bring himself to leave, not after Salem had just pulled the weakest suicide attempt ever.
“But before I join the freak show I’m gonna help you win that match, ok? ...Cause those two guys don't deserve to win. The world doesn't want to see them win either. The world wants Filth Factory to continue its domination and keep knocking down the competition like dominos. I do see that Vlady Poot-Poot likes to call me Captain Hero. That’s right, Vlady, I am the Hero around these parts but you’re getting it wrong. It’s not ‘Captain Hero’.... its ‘your face painted hero.’ Or in this case it’s ‘your melted faced hero.' Not Captain."
If your gonna try to make fun of me, Vlady, then get it right. You can't joke around and call me Hero when I already call myself the Face-Painted Hero as a joke. ...It's not funny coming from you. Humor isn't in your wheelhouse. You’re supposed to be dark and scary and evil and intimidating and blah-bla-blah….Your humor is as bad as Chaos’ wrestling skills, ...and that's saying something because that fucking guy is aaaawful in the ring, ha! Your attempt at humor was no better than my attempt to kill myself. Actually, your attempt at humor might be the main reason why I tried to kill myself. That’s how bad your humor is.
Vlady, it's been a long week. I’ve been going back and forth with you, I have to deal with a melted face, I have to deal with Mindy trying to get Kyle back...The last thing I need right now is you trying to be funny. Stick with your evil devil routine instead, it fits you better. Vlady, you still don't understand us..AT...ALL!!!!! NONE!!!! You still don't get it, do you!?
We never had fortune on our side, we never had luck, we didn't get easy breaks; so I don't know why you think that fortune has turned its back on us now. We've had to fight and claw our way for everything we've gotten!! All our wins, our Tag belts, our success...We had to work for that!! There was no help fortune…
Knucks paced around the room and rolled his eyes at Salem, he HATED listening to him rant.
Everyone said we were nobodies and that we wouldn't make it in his business - yet all we've done is rise up to the challenge each and every week. I don't need fortune on my side, we don't need luck in our corner because were talented enough to get the job done without hoping or praying that we’ll get a little help from karma..
You, on the other hand, better quit worrying about how many family members you’ve buried and start planning your own fuckin funeral. You might even want to conjure up a little bit of that good fortune you claim has left Knucks and I, ...cause you’re gonna need it.
I still don't get why you assume that were afraid of you. You keep rambling on about this deep seeded fear we should have, but why? Why in the hell would either of us fear you? You can't be successful in this business and fear the opponent standing across from you in the ring!! That's how you lose matches, that's how you end up as a show opener, like your buddy Chaos. We fear nobody, Vlady, and that's why we've been the shining star in the RSW.
Again, you keep telling me the same old shit I hear in RSW, all this “We need to fear and respect our opponents.” Ok, well, we've done the opposite and nobody has stopped us yet - so why are we going to change our mindset now? Why would we suddenly fear our opponents now? Are your promos supposed to scare me into fearing you? ….If so, it’s not working.
Vlady, you're not the boogie man, ok? You wanted us to go on a wild little goose chase and have us ask people who fear the boogie man why we should fear you….So I did!!!! I called around today, called a bunch of different random places and people….I walked down to the lobby this morning and I asked several people there too. Do you know what everyone told me? NOBODY IS SCARED OF THE BOOGIE MAN!!! CAUSE THE BOOGIE MAN ISN'T REAL!!!!!
The only people who are afraid of the Boogie man are fucking KIDS!!! ….KIDS!!!! Do you get that Vlady?? I couldn't find a goddamn person who feared the Boogie man except kids. And I asked several of them, ‘So why should I fear Duke?’ ...and none of them even know who the fuck you are!!! You sent me on a pointless task, Poot-Poot!!
I dunno if you really thought I would go around asking people that, but I did, just so I can call you out on your bullshit!!! So, basically, we established that the only people on this planet who fear you are under the age of 10!! Congratulations!!! ….You didn't think I would, did ya!?!? That's what Knucks and I do, we call EVERYONE out on their bullshit!! I bet you’ll think twice before you say something stupid like that to Filth Factory again.
"Jesus fucking Christ, dude!! ...Do you know what you and Kyle have in common?"
Salem froze, “Yeah, we have the exact same size dick!”
It caught Knucks off guard and he froze, “I guess so...But no, you both fucking ramble on and on and on and on and on when you get fired up….It's kind of annoying.”
“You’ll get over it when Jessie gets here. Hey, I know you aint hitting that, so uuhhh, help a brother out…”
Salem saw the look in Knucks eye and he knew he shouldn't have gone there.
Kidding!!! Kidding!! KIDDING!! I was just playin bro!!! ...oh wait, where was I? Oh yeah!! Vlady!! I’m sure I can find something to say if you really want me to, Knucks. Would it pleasure your ears to orgasm to hear me continue on about our opponents? Does the sound of my voice make your ears cum? Onward we go then!!! Vlady, I can do this all day. I can sit here and talk all day...and I just might do that!! Im very confused on something, I think Poot-Poot believes that weve met in the past or that he was in my dreams several years ago and that he would return? ...whhaaa?..... Has the old fool completely lost his fucking mind!?
Hey Poot-Poot, when you were in my dreams, was that you with the striped shirt, burnt face and claw hands? I’ve seen a lot of people in my dreams, but I've never you in them. Or anyone that resembles you. So don't claim that “You have returned” when you've never been around me in the first place. Your a human, this isn't Paramount Studios, and you’ve never been in my dreams, got it?
But don't worry, because Im going to be in yours for a very, very long time. You’ll see Filth Factory when you close your eyes, you’ll squirm and sweat in your sleep as you dream of our faces; and you’ll see us celebrating the win after the match...over and over, for the rest of your life. I do not care about the trials and tribulations that you've come across in your life, Poot-Poot, because none of that helps you in this match. None! Zilch!! Nada!! There's nothing that can prepare you for the mess we're about to create with you two in the ring. ..You just don't get it Vlady, you just don't get it. Thats ok, most people don't until they see the Filth up and close and personal.
Knucks was in the hallway of the hotel just outside Salem's room. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Erik black. After a few moments, Mr. Black answered. “Bro, Erik...Ummm, I’ve got an emergency here. Came you come to the hotel!? ..It’s about Salem. ….Ok, hurry, please!!”
Knucks put his phone back in his pocket and waited for Erik to arrive…
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“Come one, come all!!! ...Come see the nastiest, filthiest thing you've EVER seen in your entire life!!!”
Carnival music played in the background as the smells of corndogs, indian tacos, polish sausages permeated the air. Kids ran through the midway with cheers and laughs as the barker for the Freakshow continued, “Step insiiiide!!! See nature's most frightful and devastating abominations!!! Don't bring in the little ones though, it’ll be something straight out of their nightmares!!!”
People walked up to the tent and a black tarp was pulled down over the entryway, “It’s only a dollar, ladies and gentlemen!! Just one dollar will change your life forever!! You’ll tell your friends, your co-workers and your family about the hideous abomination I have inside!!! It’s a sight you’ll never forget, it’s a sight that you younger folks will eventually tell your grandchildren about!! Step..onnn... up!!!”
People lined up at the small tent as the barker left his podium and stepped in front of the entryway with the black tarp. “I’ll collect your dollar on the way in, but you can only stay for a few minutes, understand? ….Not that you’ll want to stay any longer than that, of course. The sight inside will turn your stomach and cause you to lose your lunch!! So I hope you haven't eaten yet…..and NO cell phones allowed!! My assistant inside is carefully watching for video recordings, and if we see it, we’ll put YOU in the cage with the freak itself!!!!”
Gasps came from the crowd as the murmur of chatter got louder with the anticipation. The barker had gathered a large amount of people, as usual, because everyone in town knew he had the most terrifying freak of them all and people came from miles away to see this disgusting abomination.
The barker let people in two at a time. Screams and shouts could be heard from outside and the crowd pushed forward with anticipation of being let in and viewing the nasty freak within. As the line of people slowly entered, the first viewers walked out from the exit...Kids were crying, ladies with pale faces and shock in their eyes from seeing the hideous freak. The black tarp was pushed to the side and more people entered.
The tent inside was dark and nobody said a word as they walked over to the old 1920s style carnival elephant railcar. Next to the car were to men with taser sticks. There was only one light in the tent and it was hung in the corner of the railcar, giving just enough light to see the monster inside.. One of the men reached his taser stick in between the bars and poked the dirty heap that lay in the middle of the railcar sending a jolt through its body. It howled in pain as it thrashed around in its cage, sending loose hay and dirt flying into the air.
“GET UP!!!” The man yelled, “I’ll do it again, you freak!!”
The threat was enough for the freak to rise to its feet. It was weak and shaky. It had its back turned to the crowd of people. It wore dirty, stained jeans that were ripped to shreds and a t-shirt that used to be white but was now brown and covered in holes. The tent smelled of human feces and urine and some of the viewers choked and gagged at the strong stench.
“TURN AROUND!!” The man ordered.
Slowly, the freak turned toward to the crowd of people. They screamed out in terror, kids grabbed onto their parents legs, some of the ladies bolted from the tent immediately as the freak turned around and showed its face.
The assistant inside the tent spoke up as the freak was there for everyone to see. I present to you, ...the one, ….the only, ….MELTFACCCEEE!!!!!!”
The disgusting abomination stood there in the cage. He was deathly thin and his skin appeared to not have seen the sun in months. He lifted his head and showed his face to the crowd. An eyeball hung from one socket that was badly infected and puss pulsed out from the gap beneath it. The other eye was swollen and red, but intact in the face. Its jaw hung down from the skull itself, swinging back and forth on the few muscles and tendons that held it together. Its tongue lolled out to the side as saliva dripped down its mangled face. There were pieces of hay stuck to its shiny skull and dirt clung to the loose skin around the forehead. The skin that had melted away from the freaks face clung to his neck in heaps like melted candle wax.
He stood there looking on at the crowd as he had done many times before. He walked up to the front of the railcar and put his hands on the bars. His fingernails were long and black underneath and he smelled as bad as he looked. Kids threw rocks at him and people laughed. The two assistants on the side of the railcar also found this amusing which prompted more kids to look around on the ground and find small rocks to throw at the freak.
One kid hit the abomination in the right eye, causing a stream of puss to spray out, some landing on a mans nice suit jacket. He instantly vomited. The freak stood back from the bars and lifted his hands to shield his melted face as he was attacked by more rocks. He slipped in a puddle of his own urine and fell hard to the wooden floor of the railcar littered in hay. And the sound of laughter filled the tent.
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“Thats whats gonna happen to me.” Salem sat on the edge of the hotel bed with his pillowcase still on, rubbing his hands together as he told them about his future as a carnival exhibit. Knucks sat in the chair across from him and Erik stood leaning against the wall, both men were pulled into the story Salem had told. “They’re gonna lock me up and use me as a freakshow...”
Nobody said a word as Salem continued, “So, go ahead….Just release me from Awoken. I’m sorry I failed you both, but I can't wrestle in this condition. People will just grab my skin flaps and pull them off. ..One hit to my jaw and it's totally gone. One suplex and my right eye will roll out to ringside... I can sue the shit out of Ch4 Action News for this, I guess. That might be my only option so I don't have to join the carnival. I’ll have no other financial support as I’ve gone through most my inheritance too. Im sorry guys..”
Erik shook his head in disbelief, “Shit man, it's not that bad...I'm sure we can find a doctor to fix you.”
Salem shook his head ‘no’ from within the pillowcase, “Naw bro, I called one of the best doctors in Pittsburgh and he said my face was fine. That's why I need to join the carnival because I'm just a joke, ...I'm a joke to everyone.” Salem paused and took a deep breath, “He just wanted me to think my face was fine so everyone can laugh at me…”
Knucks had an idea, “Hey man!! I know a great doctor that can fix you!! He helped me too, let me talk to him and see if he cant get some plastic surgery done on you. He's great, he can have you fixed up before the match!!” This was all a lie, of course. But Knucks figured he could get a doctor in here to ‘fake-fix’ Salem’s face and get his schizo friend somewhat back on track before their big match with Duke and Chaos.
“It wont work man..” Salem was really sad and depressed over all of this. “I’ve been like this all week and nobody can help me. ...Do you know who I am now!?”
Erik stepped away from the wall and closer to Salem with a stern look on his face, “Yeah, I know who the fuck you are!! You’re Salem fuckin Shepard...You're my brother and one of the best wrestlers in the RSW….Thats who you are!!”
“No….no, I’m not Salem Shepard anymore...Salem had a nice, sexy painted face that was perfect and bitches loved it...And now? Now, I’m just a modern day Elephant man. Im Joseph Merrick Shepard, the ugly Elephant Man Jr. ...And I don't want some creepy fucker to keep my bones like Michael Jackson did!! You guys can't let that happen!!”
Salem laid down on the bed and continued, “You guys will be too embarrassed to be seen out in public with me...And I understand. I’ve already looked up a few traveling circuses and sent some emails. ..Did you know Barnum and Bailey closed down!?!? Holy Shit!! ...Anyway, I haven't heard back from any of the others yet. But I’m gonna go ahead and pack my things...I’ve really enjoyed my time with you guys. I appreciate you letting me be in your Awoken club.”
Salem stood up from the bed as another knock came from the door. Knucks got up and walked over to it. He didn't open it all the way but Salem could see that he was talking to someone….By this point, whoever it was, should have come in. He walked over to the door itself and pulled it open. It was Mindy. Both her and Knucks looked at each other.
“What?” Salem questioned whatever they had been talking about.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Mindy asked, but Salem didn't see love in her eyes. He didn't see that look she always had when he was around, or well, when Kyle was around. In fact, he didn't see much emotion in her eyes at all.
Turns out, it wasn't a question and Mindy barged her way into the room and put her hands on her waist. She wasn't looking her best. She had no makeup on, her hair was pulled back and she wore and oversized shirt with jeans.
Salem closed the door and walked over to Mindy, “So, did you come for some of this Salem dick-piece?”
Mindy slapped him hard, hard enough to literally slap the paint of his face. She hit hard, but he knew this already. He shook the cobwebs out of his brain, “Shit woman….The fuck was that for!?”
“You know damn-well why I did that. I can see it in your eyes Salem, you’re not happy this way. Please, PLEASE, take your medication!”
Salem didn't reply. He just stood there staring at Mindy from under the pillowcase. She pleaded again, “Do you not want to be together? Is that it? ...because I’m not giving in, Kyle. I’m not going to be with you if you don't take your meds…..I guess that doesnt matter at all to you, does it?”
He shrugged, “Maybe….Maybe not.”
Mindy rolled her eyes and laughed once as she shook her head in disbelief, “Ok then! I don't know why I expect anything else from you. You just string me along when you need me and dump me off when you don't.”
Again, Salem only shrugged. “Well, you are a hooker…”
She launched herself at Salem as she started to cry. She pulled on the pillowcase and nearly got it off his head as he screeched like a small girl. He kicked Mindy away from him and bolted for the bathroom, locking the door as it slammed closed.
Knucks blocked the door as Erik grabbed her by the waist and tried to settle her down. She screamed as Salem while Erik pulled her away from the door and sat her down in a chair. He got on a knee and quietly spoke to her until she calmed down.. Knucks walked over to the bed and sat next to her. For a moment the three of them sat in silence. They understood what she was feeling, they knew that Salem was hard to deal with in this condition. Well, for her anyway. Knucks prefered him in this condition.
“I really need your guys help.” Mindy spoke softly as she dried up her tears. “We have to get Kyle back on his meds. He's not gonna listen to me, but I know he’ll listen to you guys.”
She looked at them both in the eyes and they could see she was pleading for help, she was desperate. She wanted her Kyle back. Neither of the men said a word and Knucks looked away when she turned to face him.
“You’re his best friend, Knucks. You have to help him.”
“Uuhhh…” Knucks scratched his head and avoided the statement the best the could, “I helped him win those Tag Belts...sooooo, I already help him.”
Erik could see where this was going and he knew what Knucks was about to tell her, and he was going to fully back him up.
Mindy smiled, “No, Knucks. Help me get him back on his meds. We need to get Kyle back, not this freak he pretends to be.”
Knucks squirmed. He didn't want to upset Mindy, she seemed like a nice lady. But he had to tell her the truth. “Mindy...Listen...You gotta understand something. You seem like a wonderful person, much nicer than Candy is, but….Salem is my boy. He's our partner in crime, and honestly, he's better in the ring when he's Salem and not Kyle. He's more focused and---”
Mindy cut him off, “You call THAT focused!” She pointed to the bathroom door where Salem was still hiding, “He thinks his goddamn face is melted off, and you think THAT’S focused!?”
“Well no..” Knucks started, “I agree, we gotta get his face fixed so he’ll chill the fuck out. I can help him, I already have a plan!! We’ll get his face fixed and he’ll be back to normal after that.”
Mindy lowered his head depressingly, “That won't be normal. Normal is Kyle on his meds. He's still a great wrestler that way, you know?”
Knucks agreed, “Yeah, but it’s not the same. Listen, Kyle told me his plan was to be the best wrestler in the world. But he worries too much when he's Kyle, he's stresses over everything when he's Kyle. He doesn't wrestle loose when he's Kyle.”
Erik added, “But this Salem guy….He loves the attention and he lives for the cheers. He wants to inflict more damage on his opponents this way….It makes him a more dangerous wrestler. And we need that from him.”
Mindy looked at them like they were stupid, “You guys don't even know….He's never been ‘Salem’ this long in his entire life. This ‘Salem’ character has only been around twice in his life and both on very short occasions, less than 24 hours. ..He's been like this for days now and you guys have no fucking idea what will happen the longer he doesn't take his meds, ...and I don't either. But he's too dangerous this way and it’ll only get worse.”
Erik put his hand on Mindy’s leg, “We can handle him, ok? We can keep him under control.”
Mindy pushed Eriks hand off her leg, “ppfftt...Keep him under control? Yeah, I would love to see you try…You’re not his friends...not REAL friends.” Mindy shot them both a go-to-hell look.
Knucks was offended by the comment, “The fuck we aren't!! Salem is like a brother to me!! And I don't really know you, either. How do I know you have Salem's best interest in mind!? I don't!! You're just some girl who wants a relationship with him, a girl who hooked up with him in the past. Where have you been this last week? What have you done to help him!?”
Mindy jumped up from the bed and pointed a finger in Knucks face, “I’ve been there for him my entire life!! I know him better than you two do, and I always will!! Where have I been!?!? I stay away!!! I stay away when he's like this and he KNOWS IT!!! He treats me like shit, he treats me like every other man that’s been in my life!! ...That’s why I don't come around!! Kyle, though? Kyle loves me, Kyle loves wrestling and wants to live a quiet life...with ME!!”
Knucks rolled his eyes. He was tired of this shit. Mindy saying that he wasn't Salem’s real friend upset him greatly. “Well good!! Maybe that’s what Kyle wants, but Kyle isn't here. I’m not helping you, Mindy. Everything Kyle told me about what he wanted to achieve in the RSW, what his goals are, ….Salem accomplishes that for him, plus some. Maybe there’s things he didn't tell you, Mindy, because everything he wants to achieve in the RSW - Salem brings that out of him. Yeah, he was a good wrestler before...but he's going to rise to the top of the RSW ladder because of SALEM, not because of….Kyle. Salem brings his wrestling skill to a whole different level, Salem works the crowd while Kyle wont. Salem has goals, plans, things he wants to create for merch while Kyle was too worried about some fucking missing kids and a giant man in his dreams.”
Knucks paused before he continued, “Have you seen that fuckin house he lives in!? You’re gonna tell me that Kyle was completely sane!? He has maps of Indiana all over his house, pictures of those missing kids stapled to every wall while he rambles on about some giant carousel in the woods….That’s crazy talk, and Kyle was completely obsessed with that shit!! And you’re gonna tell me that he was ok on his meds!?”
Mindy’s face turned red with fury and she was pissed. She was confident these two men would help Kyle get back on his meds, but obviously they wouldn't help. “Yeah, I know it was crazy...I was over there. I knew something was wrong and that's about the time he quit taking his medication, I believe. He was ok before that. He was ok before that fucked up dream he had, and I'm not so sure it was a dream.”
“Im not either…” Erik added.
Knucks looked confused, “What do you mean?”
Erik continued, “It’s just….It’s just too real. There’s too many things that Salem never would have known if it was a dream. There's no way he would have known those kids names and faces, there's just no way…”
Knucks was now standing up and facing Erik, “So, you're saying it really happened?”
Erik shrugged, “Could have…”
“What!?” Mindy again looked at them like they were stupid and she was appalled, “None of it was real!!!! It's part of his hallucinations!! It’s part of his schizophrenia!!”
Erik slowly shook his head in disagreement, “..not that.”
Mindy stood up and put on her jacket, “Whatever. I thought you guys were better people. I thought you would want to help him, but I guess I was wrong.”
“We are helping him, like Knucks told you.” Erik looked out the window as he spoke. His tone was commanding and forceful, “Were helping him be the wrestler that he always wanted to be. The wrestler he couldn't be. I’ll just be honest with you, Mindy...”
Erik turned away from the window and faced her. The look on his face was serious and Mindy could see that Erik wasn't messing around, “We look out for him now, it’s not your job anymore. He has no family and he has no real friends besides us. He doesn't need you to coddle him and press him into taking his medication...that makes him weak. We’ll fully capable of handling him and keeping him out of trouble. ...Do you know that every time he leaves this hotel that he's being followed? Yeah, we hired a security guy to follow him around. ...Just in case..”
“Well!!” Mindy put her jacket on and slung her purse over her shoulder, “I guess I’m not needed here then!” She walked over to the door and paused, “...but when it gets too much to handle, when he gets too out of control - don't come calling me, understand? ...cause you can handle him now. He's your problem. Tell him I said to have a nice life.”
Mindy opened the door and started to bawl in heaving sobs as she walked out into the hallway. Erik shook his head and looked at Knucks, “He doesnt need her anymore, that’s why he has us. We do need to keep an eye on him, she said this is the longest he's ever gone without medication.”
Knucks agreed, “Yeah...I’ll keep an eye on him while we stay here. I think my plan will work and we’ll get his face fixed tomorrow. If you want, you can help me g----”
Knucks was cut off as a loud crashing noise came from inside the bathroom. Erik and Knucks shot each other an odd look before they made a mad dash for the bathroom door and pushed it open - it was unlocked. Salem was laying on the floor with a towel tied around his neck and the shower curtain had fallen on top of him. Erik pulled the curtain back and noticed the other end of the towel was tied onto the shower rod.
“What the fuck!?” Erik couldn't believe what he was seeing as he loosened the towel around Salem’s neck and pulled it off - trying to keep the pillowcase on Salem’s head. “What the fuck are you doing!?”
Salem sat up on the floor rubbing the back of his head, “Ahh fuuuck….Damn, that shit hurt.” Salem looked at Knucks...Then Erik...Then back to Knucks. “So, is this Hell? You guys don't have wings, so this has to be Hell, right?”
Knucks surveyed the damage in the bathroom, “Did you just try to kill yourself!?”
Salem was embarrassed but he nodded ‘yes’ anyway, “Yeah man, I did….Im such a failure that I can't even kill myself properly.”
“Uumm, well, hanging yourself from a shower rod isnt going to work.” Erik said as he helped Salem to his feet.
“I thought the towel would make it more comfortable than a rope.” Salem couldn't look them in the eyes, “But I've never tried this before….obviously. If Kyle wouldn't have kept me locked away all these years I COULD FUCKING KILL MYSELF THE RIGHT WAY!!!!”
There was an odd silence in the hotel room after that. Knucks and Erik quickly looked at each other and both were reminded of what Mindy had said. Knucks broke the silence, “Bro, I got a doctor coming tomorrow and he can fix you, ok? You’re not gonna have a melted face for much longer. This guy already told me he could fix you up and have you ready for the match.”
Salem’s eyes seemed to brighten from beneath the pillowcase, “Really!? Fuck yeah!! I won't try to kill myself then, ..well, unless he can't fix me..Then I’ll kill myself because I can't work at the carnival freak show, it's just not enough money and the living conditions are kinda sub-par…”
“You gonna be here for a while?” Erik asked as he pulled out his phone, “I have to go see John.”
Knucks nodded, “Yeah, I’ll hang out here for a while.”
“Alright, I’ll see you guys later. Clown Dick, don't kill yourself. Knucks can beat Duke and Chaos alone, but be there to help him out.” Erik didn't wait for a reply. He flipped off his two brothers and left the hotel room.
Salem went back and laid on the bed, “You really think you could beat those two guys alone? ...Ah hell, you probably could. You won't need to though. When I was laying there on the bathroom floor I had an epiphany!! I saw Lilith and...well...I’d rather not tell you that part! Ha! Anyway!!!! I saw us with the Tag Belts, but we also had singles Titles...One being the World Heavyweight Title….Erik had a Title too. And I realized, if I kill myself, I won't be a part of that. I won't be here to win more titles with you guys. And I can't give Duke and Chaos the satisfaction of only wrestling one half of Filth Factory. I have to wrestle with you at least one more time before I have to join the carnival....”
Knucks had gotten on the phone and told Jessie to bring over some alcohol. It was was going to be a long day. Salem was already ranting about the match and when he started to talk about his match, he NEVER shut up!! ...And Knucks couldn't bring himself to leave, not after Salem had just pulled the weakest suicide attempt ever.
“But before I join the freak show I’m gonna help you win that match, ok? ...Cause those two guys don't deserve to win. The world doesn't want to see them win either. The world wants Filth Factory to continue its domination and keep knocking down the competition like dominos. I do see that Vlady Poot-Poot likes to call me Captain Hero. That’s right, Vlady, I am the Hero around these parts but you’re getting it wrong. It’s not ‘Captain Hero’.... its ‘your face painted hero.’ Or in this case it’s ‘your melted faced hero.' Not Captain."
If your gonna try to make fun of me, Vlady, then get it right. You can't joke around and call me Hero when I already call myself the Face-Painted Hero as a joke. ...It's not funny coming from you. Humor isn't in your wheelhouse. You’re supposed to be dark and scary and evil and intimidating and blah-bla-blah….Your humor is as bad as Chaos’ wrestling skills, ...and that's saying something because that fucking guy is aaaawful in the ring, ha! Your attempt at humor was no better than my attempt to kill myself. Actually, your attempt at humor might be the main reason why I tried to kill myself. That’s how bad your humor is.
Vlady, it's been a long week. I’ve been going back and forth with you, I have to deal with a melted face, I have to deal with Mindy trying to get Kyle back...The last thing I need right now is you trying to be funny. Stick with your evil devil routine instead, it fits you better. Vlady, you still don't understand us..AT...ALL!!!!! NONE!!!! You still don't get it, do you!?
We never had fortune on our side, we never had luck, we didn't get easy breaks; so I don't know why you think that fortune has turned its back on us now. We've had to fight and claw our way for everything we've gotten!! All our wins, our Tag belts, our success...We had to work for that!! There was no help fortune…
Knucks paced around the room and rolled his eyes at Salem, he HATED listening to him rant.
Everyone said we were nobodies and that we wouldn't make it in his business - yet all we've done is rise up to the challenge each and every week. I don't need fortune on my side, we don't need luck in our corner because were talented enough to get the job done without hoping or praying that we’ll get a little help from karma..
You, on the other hand, better quit worrying about how many family members you’ve buried and start planning your own fuckin funeral. You might even want to conjure up a little bit of that good fortune you claim has left Knucks and I, ...cause you’re gonna need it.
I still don't get why you assume that were afraid of you. You keep rambling on about this deep seeded fear we should have, but why? Why in the hell would either of us fear you? You can't be successful in this business and fear the opponent standing across from you in the ring!! That's how you lose matches, that's how you end up as a show opener, like your buddy Chaos. We fear nobody, Vlady, and that's why we've been the shining star in the RSW.
Again, you keep telling me the same old shit I hear in RSW, all this “We need to fear and respect our opponents.” Ok, well, we've done the opposite and nobody has stopped us yet - so why are we going to change our mindset now? Why would we suddenly fear our opponents now? Are your promos supposed to scare me into fearing you? ….If so, it’s not working.
Vlady, you're not the boogie man, ok? You wanted us to go on a wild little goose chase and have us ask people who fear the boogie man why we should fear you….So I did!!!! I called around today, called a bunch of different random places and people….I walked down to the lobby this morning and I asked several people there too. Do you know what everyone told me? NOBODY IS SCARED OF THE BOOGIE MAN!!! CAUSE THE BOOGIE MAN ISN'T REAL!!!!!
The only people who are afraid of the Boogie man are fucking KIDS!!! ….KIDS!!!! Do you get that Vlady?? I couldn't find a goddamn person who feared the Boogie man except kids. And I asked several of them, ‘So why should I fear Duke?’ ...and none of them even know who the fuck you are!!! You sent me on a pointless task, Poot-Poot!!
I dunno if you really thought I would go around asking people that, but I did, just so I can call you out on your bullshit!!! So, basically, we established that the only people on this planet who fear you are under the age of 10!! Congratulations!!! ….You didn't think I would, did ya!?!? That's what Knucks and I do, we call EVERYONE out on their bullshit!! I bet you’ll think twice before you say something stupid like that to Filth Factory again.
"Jesus fucking Christ, dude!! ...Do you know what you and Kyle have in common?"
Salem froze, “Yeah, we have the exact same size dick!”
It caught Knucks off guard and he froze, “I guess so...But no, you both fucking ramble on and on and on and on and on when you get fired up….It's kind of annoying.”
“You’ll get over it when Jessie gets here. Hey, I know you aint hitting that, so uuhhh, help a brother out…”
Salem saw the look in Knucks eye and he knew he shouldn't have gone there.
Kidding!!! Kidding!! KIDDING!! I was just playin bro!!! ...oh wait, where was I? Oh yeah!! Vlady!! I’m sure I can find something to say if you really want me to, Knucks. Would it pleasure your ears to orgasm to hear me continue on about our opponents? Does the sound of my voice make your ears cum? Onward we go then!!! Vlady, I can do this all day. I can sit here and talk all day...and I just might do that!! Im very confused on something, I think Poot-Poot believes that weve met in the past or that he was in my dreams several years ago and that he would return? ...whhaaa?..... Has the old fool completely lost his fucking mind!?
Hey Poot-Poot, when you were in my dreams, was that you with the striped shirt, burnt face and claw hands? I’ve seen a lot of people in my dreams, but I've never you in them. Or anyone that resembles you. So don't claim that “You have returned” when you've never been around me in the first place. Your a human, this isn't Paramount Studios, and you’ve never been in my dreams, got it?
But don't worry, because Im going to be in yours for a very, very long time. You’ll see Filth Factory when you close your eyes, you’ll squirm and sweat in your sleep as you dream of our faces; and you’ll see us celebrating the win after the match...over and over, for the rest of your life. I do not care about the trials and tribulations that you've come across in your life, Poot-Poot, because none of that helps you in this match. None! Zilch!! Nada!! There's nothing that can prepare you for the mess we're about to create with you two in the ring. ..You just don't get it Vlady, you just don't get it. Thats ok, most people don't until they see the Filth up and close and personal.