Crazy. Obsessed. Whore. Stalker. Lilith.
Mar 18, 2019 19:50:57 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by Jaymz on Mar 18, 2019 19:50:57 GMT -5
Five minutes….
Ten minutes….
Twenty minutes….
Salem heard footsteps from behind and he didn't need to see who it was, he knew it was Knucks, who was wearing a black Awoken hoodie along with the newly acquired mask...The mask Salem still hadnt gotten used to yet.
“Damn homie, you said you would only be out here for a minute...it’s been like half an hour.”
Salem nodded, “Yeah, sorry….I didn't know it had been this long.”
Knucks knew what he felt, he too, had lost people he loved. “It's alright man, I know you miss her.”
Salem quickly turned his head and looked at Knucks, lifting the ball cap exposing his painted face. He wore one blue contact and a red one is his other eye. His face was painted the usual white with black around the eyes, but today he also had an upside down cross drawn between his eyes. Even with the contacts and face paint, Knucks could see in his face that Salem was going even farther off the deep end without his medication and the recent events in his life.
“I don't miss her” Salem snarled, “That cunt fucked me over.”
“How?”
Salem looked away from Knucks and hesitated, “I….I...Well….that bitch sold us out!”
Knucks took a step toward Salem and his tone was more serious, “What do you mean she sold us out?”
“Fuck!” Salem threw his hands up in frustration and paced around the plot, “I told her shit I shouldn't have told her - but I fucking trusted that bitch!! I thought the cunt loved me but she was really just a backstabbing two faced whore!!”
Knucks was inches from Salem's face, “What...did you...tell her?”
“I told her some of our plans” Salem backed away from Knucks as he could see the fury in his eyes behind the mask. “Im sorry!!! Im sorry!! I didn't know she was gonna go tell RSW management, ...it could have been worse but she died before she told the people that really matter....”
Knucks shook his head in disappointment, “...At least you took care of the problem and killed her.”
“What!? No!! I didn't kill her!!!”
Knucks didn't understand, “Then….then how did she die?”
Salem rolled his eyes, “Do you not watch the news at all!? Did you not see the RSW press release on her death or anything!?”
Knucks just shook his head ‘no’ as he didn't care.
“They said she choked to death.” A smile formed at the edge of Salem's lips, “I heard she choked to death on a dick…..Fitting end to a whore, huh?”
Knucks chuckled as Salem continued, “I just can't believe that I trusted her….I know you and Erik both told me not to; you both warned me that she was a no good piece of shit. I guess my lesson was learned: Never trust a stalker.”
Knucks didn't say a word but he could see the rage boiling up in Salem’s face. His face become red around the facepaint as he suddenly sat down on the ground and started to take off his shoes and socks.
Knucks was bewildered, “What are you doing!?”
“I can’t ever take a shit with my shoes on, so they gotta go!” Salem said as he stood up, his feet freezing from the cold ground and walked onto the dirt of Lilith’s plot. He unbuckled his belt, undid his jeans, pulled them down and squatted over the dirt.
“Oh, no fuckin way!” Knucks turned around as the last thing he wanted to see was Salem’s ass cheeks.
“This is what she deserves, bro.”
“Yeah I agree!!” Knucks stood against the tree facing the rest of the cemetery, “But you could have fucked warned me first.”
One by one the snakelike turds slid from our Face Painted Hero’s ass cheeks and after a few moments he was done. “Hey homie, you wouldn't happen to have any kleenex or anything would you?”
Knucks, still not looking, shook his head No. “You’re just gonna have to roll with shitty drawers for a while, bro.”
“No, I needed it for my hands.”
“Your hands!?!?!?” This time Knucks turned around and saw Salem, with his pants half-pulled back up, holding a handful of his own shit that he slapped against Liliths headstone. With the feces he wrote one letter at a time.
W…..H…..O…..R…..E….
Salem stood up and smiled with satisfaction, “That’s better!”
Knucks nodded in agreement, “I agree…..But you aint riding with me. Not with shit on your hands.”
Salem sat back down and wiped his hands on the dead grass, trying to rid as much of his own shit as possible. Finally, he put on his right sock...followed by his right shoe.
“Woah! What the fuck!? Are you {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}!?” Knucks asked, but no reply came as Salem then put on his left sock followed by his left shoe.
Knucks’ mind was blown, “You're the only person I know that doesn't go: sock, sock, shoe, shoe. You went: sock, shoe, sock, shoe…..What kind of monster does that!? ...You’re a weird mother fucker….If you’re done here then lets go…”
*****
*Later that Evening*
“But I loved her….”
“No, ...no I didn't. That bitch betrayed us.”
“Fuck, she was hot though…”
These thoughts swirled through the mind of our Face Painted Hero - one half of the Jobber City Tag Champs - as he played a game of pool by himself. The collar of his jacket was pulled up high and his ball cap low over his eyes trying to blend it; but it was a massive failure as everyone in the bar knew who he was. His thoughts continued….
“We need to see her one more time…”
“It’s too late...She’s gone. Forever.”
“She’ll always live on in our heart.”
The last thought brought a hint of a smile to his lips as he hit the cue ball and the striped 10 went into the side pocket.
“Live on in our heart!??? The fuck? ...we making a Lifetime movie or some shit!?”
“But she will, she’ll always be with us.”
“Fuck that shit, we need to see her one more time.”
“But she betrayed us!!!
“I know, we had this conversation already and----”
His last thought was cut off as a short brunette walked over to the pool table across from Salem with a shy look on her face. She was attractive, she had nice lips and green eyes that really stood out - but Salem also noticed it wasn't just her green eyes that stood out!! She had a set of funbags that appeared to be in dire need of being played with!! She was thin with a nice figure wearing tight black pants and sleeveless shirt. The entire front of the shirt was a females face and Salem tried to figure out who it was - Katy Perry being his best guess. Not that he cared about the massive face on her shirt, he only cared about what was underneath it.
“Hi, Im Cassie.” She introduced herself with an awkward smile as she grabbed a pool stick. “I, um...I thought maybe you would have a better time if you played against someone, like me, instead of by yourself. “
Salem stood up right and looked her over once again, “Ok, ...Cassie. Salem Shepard’s the name, but you can call me Parker Brothers because of my motha fuckin game.”
“Yes, I know who you are!”
Salem re-racked the balls and placed them on the table, “You live around here?”
“I live just out of town about fifteen minutes from here, ...just getting a break from the kids tonight. Moms need nights off too, ya know!?”
Salem froze just as he was about to hit the cue ball and break the set. The word ‘mom’ reminded him of the man he was holding in his cabin. The old man who claimed he can help Salem find his father, the seven foot beast who {No Means No} his mother, the monster who isn’t 100% human, well, according to the old man anyway. Salem wasn't sure about that last part, but he was certain he would find this giant and make him pay for destroying his mother's life.
“Yeah...I guess.” Salem finally responded after a long pause. He hit the ball hard, shattering the multi colored balls in every direction, the solid red 7 falling into the corner pocket. Salem walked around the table surveying his next shot.
Cassie hesitated before she spoke again, “Sooo, what are you doing in town? Do you have a show here?”
Salem shook his head No and didn't respond for a few moments. He mumbled something to himself as he took his next shot, hitting the green 6 but missing by a mile. “No. I was here to visit a friend of mine.”
Cassie prepared to take her first shot, “Oh that’s nice!”
“Not really. She’s dead.”
“Oh!...Gosh, I’m….I’m soo sorry, I didn't know…” Cassie was completely embarrassed and it took her out of her game, she missed the striped two altogether.
“Its fine. Run along and go get us some drinks.”
“Um...ok…?” Cassie was a bit taken back by the comment; she hated being talked to like some waitress or man servant. But then she remembered that he had recently lost someone he cared about so maybe he wasn't have a good day. Cassie smiled and asked him what he wanted.
“Beer. Any beer. Just not that Michelob low carb pussy shit…”
Cassie turned and walked over to the bar and Salem leaned against the pool table. He rubbed his temples as his breathing picked up, his heart rate followed and he started to sweat while his mind swirled in a million thoughts again:
“She wants to replace Lilith. She wants to be in our bed.”
“Lets get her drunk and take her back to the hotel!”
“Maybe she’ll let us call her Lilith while we hit it?”
Salem turned around and slammed his hands down on the pool table, “STOP!!!” He yelled out and the bar went silent - every eye in the establishment on him. He saw them out of the corner of his eye and quickly thought of something. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it up as he shouted out, “Sorry!! I, uhh, ...I was yelling at these damn people always trying to tell me about my cars warranty! Damn phone scammers!”
People in the bar carried on about their business as Cassie walked over with a pink drink in one hand and a Budweiser in the other. The look on her face had changed, she had first arrived with a smile and hoped to share a fun game of pool with the Schizo before she had to go home and be Mom again. Now there was a look of apprehension and she intended to end this game of pool quickly and go home after his little outburst seconds ago. She handed Salem his beer and he began to chug it while Cassie picked out the best shot she could find.
“Ah fuck, that’s what I needed.” Salem sat the bottle down on the table and watched Cassie take her next shot.
“I still love you, Magical Kitty.”
Salem damn near jumped out of his shoes when he heard the voice, “LILITH!?” He looked around the room but he didn't see her. His eyes scanned each and every person knowing she had to be here somewhere - he had heard her voice!!! NOBODY calls him Magical Kitty except for her!!
Cassie froze and stepped back, “uuumm….Are you ok?”
Salem’s heart was still racing and he looked at Cassie with wide eyes, “Nothing...I’m sorry, I thought I heard Lilith….but….but she’s dead…”
The voice came again, “You’re soo silly Magical Kitty!! I’m right here!!”
Salem pointed at Cassie, “You said that!! Didn't you!?!?!”
Cassie, now completely confused and somewhat scared, had no idea what the hell Salem was talking about. She hadn't said anything at all. “No, I…..I didn't say anything.”
Again the voice spoke up, “I’m right here Magical Kitty!”
It was then Salem saw her. He saw Lilith. Salem looked at Cassie and down to her shirt with the giant stretched out females face on it - which was now Lilith. She smiled at him, blinked a few times and spoke again, “Come to me Magical Kitty, I want to feel you.”
Salem ran around the pool table and Cassie, now absolutely horrified, backed against the wall as Salem approached her. He fell down to his knees and was eye level with Cassie’s shirt. The image of Lilith smiled at him, “I miss you Magical Kitty, please come see me!”
“I will!!! I’ll come see you!!! Where are you!?”
Cassie froze in horror as the face painted man was talking to her shirt, calling it ‘Lilith.’ She had no idea who this Lilith woman was, but whoever she was - it wasn't the lady on her shirt. Salem continued to talk and laugh as if he was having a conversation with a real woman.
Cassie's voice was shaky, “Ummm...Salem, I need to go...there's a problem at home.”
Salem looked up and snarled at her, “Shut up bitch, I’m talking to Lilith!”
He looked back down at Cassie’s shirt and Lilith scowled at him, “Don't be soo gggrrr to her Magical Kitty. She seems like a nice lady.”
Salem rolled his eyes, “If you say ‘gggrrr’ one more fucking time I’m gonna slap you upside your goddamn head! ...You know I hate that!”
Lilith smiled again, “Oh yeah? You promise? …..gggrrrr…..”
Salem slapped Lilith upside her head, which happened to be Cassie’s right boob.
“HEY!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?! DON'T YOU TOUCH ME YOU SICK PIECE OF SHIT!!!” Cassie wildy flailed her arms, hitting Salem on his head knocking his cap off. He grabbed his hat and scrambled away from Cassie who bolted off toward the bartender screaming she had been assaulted and to call the cops!! He didn't turn back to look, but he could hear Lilith laughing at him.
Salem ran outside into the cool night air and jumped into his rental car. His tires spun up bits of gravel and dirt as he pulled out and drove off into the darkness, his mind still racing a million different directions and pulling him all over the place emotionally. It had been many weeks since he had taken his medication and it was just getting worse - even he knew it at this point. But NO!! He wasn't going back to his old life!! He wasn't letting Kyle take the reins on this short journey we call life! He had been locked down for too long and Salem wasn't about to crawl back into his tiny hole hidden deep somewhere inside the fleshy walls of Kyle's body. This was HIS life and as long as he was in control, he wasn't taking his medication.
Salem hit the brakes at a red light and looked around. The roads were practically empty and not much was open - but he had an idea. He had to make a pit stop!
*******
3:22am
“Bro, I need you to meet me in about two hours. Something happened.” Salem was outside and the wind howled; the only light source being the moon that occasionally disappeared behind the passing clouds. It was dark enough to hide his features from view, he was more of a dark figure standing behind the shadow of a large tree.
“Yeah, like...it’s serious shit homie…”
Salem paused as the person on the other end spoke.
“Lilith’s grave.” Salem disconnected the call put his phone back in his pocket. He looked up at the sky and whispered, “Not much longer sweetie, Im almost there…..”
*****
4:03am.
*CLANG*
He hit it! It had taken him a lot longer than he had anticipated, but he had finally reached his baby. His love. His one and only! Salem bent down in the hole he had dug and wiped the dirt from the top of the coffin. He patted it with his hand and followed it with a kiss before he stood up and continued to work away more of the dirt around the edges, giving him enough room to open the lids. Salem stood on top of the coffin with his back against the dirt wall, trying to compose himself before he finally got to see his baby. He dusted off his shirt and adjusted his hair like he was going on a big date before he slowly walked over and knelt down on the foot end of the coffin; he slid his left hand between the dirt and the coffin itself and got it to pop open. Carefully, he lifted the top all the way open and there she was, in all her dead glory, Lilith.
“Oh honey, you farted.”
The foul odor emitting from the coffin filled the hole Salem had dug, but he seemed not to mind. The skin on Liliths face was sagging and dipping in places but overall she wasn't in too bad of shape as she had only been in the ground just over a week. Her skin was ghostly pale compared to the black dress she was wearing, but again, Salem didn't seem to mind her complexion either. In fact, he felt like the Grinch! He felt his heart grow three sizes that night! Love filled the air on this chilly hour, and well, Lilith’s death stench did too! But Salem could only look on in pure love as he reached into the casket and gently turned her head to where he could reach in and kiss her. And kiss her he did!! He stuck his tongue inside her mouth with instant regret and decided she should probably brush her teeth before he tried that again.
“Baby, I’m here!”
There came no response from Lilith and concern seemed to flash across his painted face. He nudged her shoulder, Lilith's head rolling back to its right.
“...Are you sleeping? You said you would be ready to leave with me. Lilith!!!! ...Why does one side of your face sag more than the other? You look two-faced…..But its ok, you’re still mine forever!”
Salem nudged her harder this time causing her hand to fall from her chest to her side.
“Fine! We’ll just stay here until you wake up!” Salem straddled the open side of the casket and opened the lower half, fully exposing Liliths dead body, before getting inside himself. He pushed her over to the side causing the corpse to make some odd sloshing and bubbling noises while he worked himself in the coffin next to the decaying body. It was an extremely tight fit, but he made it work. His face was pressed against her head and he slowly played with her hair and gently kissed the back of her neck several times. He looked at his fingers and noticed that some of the hair he was caressing had come out between his them.
“We’ll just lay here and look at the stars together.” Salem let go of Lilith’s hair and wrapped his arm around her waist holding her closely, “You know, the the nights like a blanket and the stars are just the holes in it.”
“...A smart guy told me that before.”
Several minutes went by. “You know...A lot of people don't like us. A lot of them think you’re scummy, but I still think you’re yummy!
“....You know….Your funbags look a little deflated too. Don't look like there's a whole lot of fun left in them anymore. ...Didn't you say you won a ‘best boobs’ contest before? ...You better give that trophy back, babe.”
Salem sighed and rolled his eyes, “FINE THEN!!!! Here I am, trying to be a gentlemen because you told me to come see you and take you out of this stinky shithole, but now you’re ignoring me!? ...I know you can hear me, bitch.”
Salem was hoping the word “bitch” would bring her out of it, but it didn't. Lilith still laid there, rotting in her coffin. Many different thoughts started to swirl in his mind again, a lot of the voices and thoughts telling him that deep down, he knows that Lilith is really dead and she’s never going to come back. But this was not a truth he was willing to accept at this point. ...but the thoughts marched on:
“She sold us out. We don't love her at all.”
“No...No….She was our everything. She didn't do that to us.”
“Well, she’s dead now, sooo…..”
“NO SHE’S NOT!! STOP SAYING THAT!!!!
Salem flinched and closed his eyes. He pulled on his hair and kicked at the coffin a few times while mumbling incoherent babble to himself. It took him a minute, but he pulled himself together - and just like that - the smile returned to his face and he was completely calm; like nothing had ever happened. He looked over to Lilith and caressed her leg, his tongue sliding up her neck to her cheekbone all the way up to her ear.
His voice was quiet, his lips next to her ear as he was trying to be sexy, “Hey….you know, we never really hooked up before...and I’m thinking for our first time right here under the stars, with the man in the moon lookin down on us and ---- no wait, that mother fucker just wants to see my dick!! Is there really a man in the fuckin moon!??!??”
Salem paused. He was really confused. “Where was I?...Oh yeah!!! So, I was saying, I think now's the perfect time. How many chances we gonna get to fuck inside a coffin that’s already IN the ground?? Think about that!!! I say we go for it…”
Salem slid his hand between Liliths legs, forcing them apart as his hand worked up her inner thighs ---
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” A voice yelled out.
Salem knew who it was! He was busted; and damn near with his dick pulled out! He laughed and looked up at Knucks whose eyes were as big as your mother-in-laws ass!
Salem laughed, “What!? Be glad you showed up when you did, cause if you showed up five minutes later you’d see these Salem butt cheeks getting a workout!”
“No! Bro!...No!!” Knucks stood there in total shock, even for him, this was weird. “Shes fuckin dead!!!!”
Salem’s smile instantly disappeared as he stood up in the coffin and pointed at Knucks, “Don't say that. She’s not dead.”
“Hooolllyyy shit….” That was all Knucks could say in that completely fucked up moment.
Salem seemed to get slightly angry, “Ok, so maybe she's a little different!! Maybe...Maybe her face will always be saggy on one side!! But that doesn't mean we cant have a good time!!! It doesn't make her less pretty!!!!”
Knucks disagreed, “Yes it does. She looks like Harvey Dent, all Two-Faced and shit. And I thought she was ugly before….”
“DON'T SAY THAT!!!!” Salem stood there protecting his love from this verbal abuse!!! “She perfect!! You’re just mad becAuse Candy don't got boobies like these!!!!”
Knucks tried not to laugh, but he did anyway, “I prefer my milk bags warm” he said, “Those things she has for tits now look like soggy wash rags.”
Salem seemed to think this over and looked down at Liliths chest, “...Hmm, you might be right. Help me out of here.”
Knucks extended his hand and pulled Salem from the hole in the ground. Knucks recoiled as Salem stood next to him and he almost gagged as he spoke, “Oh fuck homie, you smell like old dead lady.”
“Nah, she was clownin...She farted before I opened that coffin lid. ...I didn't think it was funny either. Girl farts are the worst.”
Knucks half laughed, “Soooo...what was soo important that you called me out here at this God forsaken hour?”
Salem looked down at Lilith, “I need help putting her in my car. I’m gonna take her to the hotel until she wakes up.”
“Ummmm….” Knucks hesitated, “...And then what? You gonna take her back to Colorado too?”
Salem nodded, “I suppose. Mindy won’t be too fond of me having Lilith at the house, but that skank will get over it.”
“Maybe you should be more focused on our match this week, instead of Lilith…”
Salem sat down on the edge of the hole he dug, his feet dangling down inside, “Those two masked retards? Yeah, I’ve been watching their matches trying to figure out what they like to do in the ring. I’m not worried about them.”
Knucks paced around the hole and pulled a joint from his pocket. The glow of the lighter lit up his mask, the shadows hiding his eyes deep within it. “No, they’re nothing to worry about. I just need you in the right mental state when we get to the ring.”
“Have I ever let you down, homie?”
Knucks exhaled and passed the joint to his boy, “Naw bro, you haven't. But we need to be prepared. We got more gold belts to take in this match, this time the Network Tag Belts.”
Salem agreed, “Yup, and they’ll look real nice next to our Jobber City Tag Titles. But I take more pride in winning those Network Tag Titles because they mean more than winning the Jobber City Tag Titles! This is the match we been waiting for, homie. This is our one chance to prove we're not just the best in the RSW - but the best in the WHOLE WORLD!!!! The network already got a taste of what we can do in the ring when we faced what they called “the best tag team ever” and made them our bitches.”
“Look what happened to their careers when we slaughtered them. Chaos is nowhere to be seen since then and Duke just wandered off into obscurity. We fucked Chaos up sooo bad that he retired!!! ...And he won't be the last one we force into retirement either. Our careers are young and we have plenty of time to end more careers and laugh at all the scrubs that thought they could defeat Filth Factory. ...And these two masked {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} Tag Champs think they can walk all over Filth Factory after we already took down the best the network had to offer!? ...Get the fuck outta here with that mess…”
“Who do they think they are? When I first saw them I thought, ‘oh great - some luchadors, this will be a nice change of pace.’ But, then I learned they were NOT luchadors so I figured, ‘oh ok, this is the generation of Anime kids that grew up and became wrestlers.’ You know, those kids that always cried to the teachers talking about ‘I’m being picked on because I like Anime!!’ No, you nerds were not picked on for liking Anime, its because yall growled at kids in the hallway, you made little ninja moves talking about you could bend water or some shit on your way to class. Yall got picked on for acting like idiots.”
“Not that it matters, because as it turned out, they’re NOT the Anime generation either!! Ok, so, who are they? They’re not luchadors, they’re not anime nerds. You know who they are, bro?”
Knucks pulled the joint away from his lips, “...our next victims. Former Tag Champs.”
Salem nodded in agreement, “Yup, that’s true too. Bro….They’re OLD MEN!!!! OLD PEOPLE!!!! Not luchadors or Anime nerds, just more old people for us to fuck up!! It’s just like being back in the RSW... aka the geriatric ward….Where old legends attempt to revive their struggling careers. Well, that was, until Awoken walked in the doors….I’ve wondered why they wear luchador masks, but I guess I would too if I was that fucking pathetic. They only wear those masks because they’re too ashamed to show their real faces; knowing that people would mock them and laugh at them in public for their lack of wrestling abilities.”
“...And spare me this ‘they’re the Champs’ bullshit, because that doesn't make them less pathetic. They’re lucky to even have those Network tag titles considering they MIGHT be the third best tag team in the world, ...at best. If we hadn't dismantled Duke and Chaos they would probably have the Tag Titles right now - not the two old men. I mean, these guys talk about how they’re coming up in the wrestling world, how they’re going to make their name known worldwide. ...Are you fucking kidding me!? They’re OLD!!!!! Who the fuck is thirty-four years old talking about ‘coming up in the business???’ By that age you’ve already peaked, you’ve already passed the physical prime of your life!! By thirty-four you should be looking back on what you’ve accomplished and be a legend in this business, not some pathetic up-and-comer. I’m sure they’ll tell us some stupid shit like: Were not on their level.”
“And that would be correct, Knucks….because we're not on their level. Not even close. Were waaaay ahead of them. It took them a fuckin lifetime to get to where they are, while in our rookie year of professional wrestling, we’ve defeated everyone put in front of us and won Tag Gold. These two idiots floated from one place to another trying to find God or some shit, ...well….good news!! They found God!!!! ...Where is God you ask? Well, yall are lookin at ‘em. Wrestling Gods. Tag Team Gods. Motha fuckin Filth Factory Gods, bitch.”
“Bow down bitches because your religious journey ends at Masquerade. You can pray, you can beg...but it won’t save either of you. And after we strip them of their gold, they can get down on their knees and worship these two wrestling Gods. They’ve been searching for meaning their entire lives and the Gods have decided that their path led them here - to Masquerade - to their painful end. Their purpose in life was to hand over the Network Tag Titles to the best team ever to grace the ring - Filth Factory.”
“We aint out looking for meaning, we aint out looking for God….We looking for money, fame and Tag Gold. We’ll take those Network Tag Titles because we take what's ours. We didn't wait around for a lifetime like these two opponents of ours; we hit the door runnin and didn't look back. We didn't travel from one place to the next looking for the meaning of life trying to find God, hoping that He could somehow bring us to the top of the wrestling world. No, we make our own fate. We make our own luck. We write our own history and we won't be remembered as a flop; we won't be remembered as two old men who waited an eternity just to have some small, miniscule success in professional wrestling. By the time were thirty-four?.....”
Knucks cut him off, “We’ll be old as fuck by then…..Thats over ten years away for you and even longer for me..”
Salem agreed, “Yup. By the time were thirty-four we’ll be looking back on our careers and all the gold we won, all the bitches we fucked, all the wrestlers that we forced into retirement. We’ll be sitting back and listening to people call us legends, we’ll hear them discuss our glory days and how we ruled the wrestling world, and not only how we ruled it, but how we changed the face of the sport forever…..Because once we leave, there will never be another Awoken or Filth Factory, there will NEVER be a group of men who dominate the sport like we do. We won't be poor at thirty-four. We won't be struggling at thirty-four, we won't be winning our first tag belts at thirty-four. That’s what fuckin losers do. Fuckin losers have names like….Gebin. What in the holy fuck is a Gebin!? Thats some Arkansas shit, that some Hills Have Eyes kinda shit. That’s a name I expect to come up when I hear banjos playing in the swamps. That’s the name I expect to hear when I watch the news and they main story is “A brother impregnated his sister today, ...for the fifth time.” That’s the type of shit that happens when your name is….Gebin.”
“It could be worse though, your parents could have just played scrabble with your name and it came out as….Esmur. That’s not a name, it’s not even a fuckin word!!!! How can I take these two seriously when they have sounds and noises for names!? It’s a good thing these guys have very forgettable names because here in a few days - they’ll just be a thing of the past. They’ll be just another nobody tag team, just another duo that goes back to opening shows with no fanbase or excitement and poor merch sales.”
“They’ll live on that one accomplishment, winning the Network Tag Titles, like a one-hit-wonder band that continues to tour ten years later trying to relive the glory they had for five-minutes. They’ll think that people really cared about their one accomplishment, they’ll think people will actually remember them and celebrate that one pathetic achievement. Just because they won the Network Tag Titles doesn't mean shit, because the mark of a TRUE champion is a person who can defend those Title Belts and hold off the competition.”
“It doesn't mean shit if you win a Title and lose it a match or two later. ...What kind of champion is that? That’s not a real champion, that’s just a fluke wanna-be Champ. Basically, you were just holding the belts until a REAL Championship team came along to scoop them up. So Goblin and Essrrmurmur, or however the hell you say it, need to clean up those Titles real nice and shiny so that Knucks and I can clearly see our sexy faces in them after we handle our business as Masquerade.”
“We’ll be calling this ‘World Domination’ because once those Network Tag Titles are in our hands - we’ll be living proof that were the greatest Tag Team in the business. The world won't be able to talk shit and doubt us anymore. We’ll stack up to the legends of wrestling past that everyone dreams of being; we’ll make you forget the old men of the past and focus on the living legends right here before you today. Once we have the two most important sets of Tag Titles in the world, we’ll have proved that Awoken and Filth Factory are the greatest thing to ever set foot in this business.”
“...Where Goblin and Esrmurmur go from here? Well, I couldn't care less what happens to them after this match; but if I had to guess I would say that they fade back off into obscurity as the lights dim on their careers. But, Esrmurmur and Goblin have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of; Filth Factory has yet to lose a match, and hell, I’ve never lost a match in my entire career!!!! So they can't be upset with the fact that Filth Factory threw them all over the ring and got the pin - you can’t be upset with losing to the best!!”
“There is something they can be ashamed about though, and that’s not entertaining the fans. This match won’t even be close and it's going to bore everyone in attendance. I mean, my boy Knucks and I can't be held responsible for a boring ass match. I’m not gonna go out there and pretend they’re something their not just to get the fans excited, Knucks and I are going out there with the intention to kill these bastards and take their Gold. So, if the fans get upset at the lopsided boring match, then blame Goblin and Esrmurmur for not being top notch talent. Blame them for not being skilled enough to put up a battle.”
“There’s also one more thing that Esrmurmur and Goblin can be ashamed about. And that's not being true Champions. Anyone who can't defend their newly won title is a fraud of a champion and should never get another Title shot ever again. Winning the Title is the easy part, any sucker can get lucky and win a Title; but can you take everyone's best shot and defend that mother fucker week in and week out!? When you’re a Champion you get everyone's A-game because the challenger will never quit, the challenger will never back down. A REAL Champion can rise to the test and prove to the world he's worthy of that Title by holding off as many contenders as he can. Are Goblin and Esrmurmur REAL Champions? No. No, they are scrubs that somehow got lucky enough to win those Titles and keep them warm for the REAL Champions: Filth Factory.”
Salem stood up and dusted off his dirty jeans and looked at Knucks who was texting someone on his phone, “Knucks, you about ready to go?”
Knucks shut off his phone and put back in his pocket, “Yeah, I’ve been ready forever but you had to ramble and rant again!!! But, back to the problem at hand, we can’t take Lilith with us man. You may get her back to the hotel, but getting her back home to Colorado on a plane is gonna be a bitch…”
Salem quickly turned to face Knucks with an odd look on his face, “What the fuck are you talking about, homie!? The bitch is dead!! Why would I take a dead bitch back to the hotel!?”
Knucks was confused, but he knew Salem was even more confused than he was, “Uuuhh…” Knucks couldn't even say a word - he was mind blown.
Salem looked around the plot, to the pile of dirt and down to Lilith in her coffin, “Bro….Someone dug her up!!! Holy shit!!! We need to call the cops or something!”
Knucks thought of something quick, “Yeah man, that’s who I was calling while you were rambling on. We can’t stick around though, I got weed in the car and I’ve been drinking!!”
“Oh shit!” Salem bolted toward Knucks truck, “lets go!”
As the two men pulled out of the cemetery Salem slowly began to get angry, “If the cops don't find him, I will….I’ll find that mother fucker who dug up Lilith!!”
Knucks nodded, “I’m sure you will bro, ...I’m sure you will!”
