Salem approved of the feeling his heel absorbed as it drove Freak's car door into his own leg, his enemy's wails bringing a sadistic growl from Salem's lips. He was ready to pounce, leaning into Freak's car to strike. The tire iron reared back with merciless intent, when the arms of one of the two security guards pulled back Salem's wrist mid-swing, halting his blow from ringing true. Freak had managed to get the car into 'Drive' by this time, peeling out from the parking lot with the tinkers of broken glass trailing behind him. Angered that his prey had escaped, Salem immediately turned and swung at guard who'd stopped him, missing the man intentionally but wincing from the sudden twist of his spine, dropping the tire iron with his trembling hand. Salem was clutching his ribs with his opposite hand, now, stumbling to one knee as the toll of the night's attacks wreaked havoc on the man's frame. Blood trickled down his lips as he stifled a cough, wiping it on his leather jacket as he started off towards his car with a beaten limp, fuming at the eyes and nostrils.
"What're you looking at?!" Salem spat at the cameraman as he drew too far into Salem's comfort zone, the wrestler stopping to turn and face the camera with a bewildered look.
It seemed as though Salem were looking through the lens rather than into it, seeing something behind its black, glassy eye that so perfectly captured the wake of Salem's rage. Glaring, Salem leaned into the frame until only his face could be seen, the scattered mutterings and movements of security and medical personnel going on at Salem's back.
"You seem to like games...Freak..." Salem whispered, his words almost choked out as trickles of blood stained the corners of his mouth. "Well, I've got a game, for you...Personal Problems...May Fourth...you, me...playing the most dangerous game of all...Salem Says."
Coughing a little bit, Salem hunched over and spit up a mouthful of blood and saliva across the oily asphalt, prompting one of the arena's medical staff to try and assess Salem's injuries. The injured man was too proud to accept any such help, however, and merely shoved the EMT aside while looking up at the camera, a tired and sweaty expression coating his face from chin to brow.
"You...me...and a microphone...grab the mic, call the rules...anything goes...and I mean anything..."
Salem slowly got back up to his feet, his car in the background of the camera's shot. Clutching his ribs with an agonized scowl, Salem furrowed his eyes and growled into the camera, talking directly to Freakshow as though he were standing before him, once again.
"Leave the dress at home...but wear a good suit. I'll make sure you get buried in it."
With that, Salem hobbled over to his car, once again pushing away the arena staff as he got into his vehicle and started the engine, shutting the door behind him.
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