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 Posted: Fri May 06, 2022 3:21 pm
As Salem felt the satisfying reverb of impact from sliding and slamming Jester into the ground, a few things in the back of his mind began to register, even as his body instinctively sought to get in a full mount and saddle his hips down to pin Jester at the waist, intending to rain taped up fists down at the man...
1. It felt really nice getting hands on Cartwright, who's bloody hair still left stains on his fingers.
2. Cartwright had gotten away, denying Salem the true satisfaction he wished for tonight.
3. The Jester was to blame for this.
The subconscious feelings piqued Salem's adrenaline even more, feeling momentarily invincible as he held down The Jester and let out his rage with fist after fist!
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2022 3:29 pm
Salem brutally busts The Jester's face up with his vicious strikes, the poor man left bloodied and bruised from the assault!
Cartwright is shown at the back of the arena, watching what Salem has done to his team mates with a slightly nervous look on his face.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2022 5:00 am
Salem was drowning in excess...the excess of violence and destruction he'd left around the ring, the excess of the crowd who brayed and howled for more of his revenge, more of his wrath to be inflicted on 'The Ferocious Four', the excess of adrenaline that made him feel more alive than he'd ever felt in years as he savored the sting in his fists every time they connected with flesh and bone.
Jester's face was just red, but whether from busted knuckles or facial tissue, Salem couldn't say - he didn't care. Jester couldn't say - he'd stopped resisting. Throwing his head back and letting out a primal roar, Salem unleashed his emotions with the loudest scream he'd ever remembered, a sound of fury and righteousness and promised violence to come.
It was euphoric, in a way, seeing so many blinding lights above him as his body felt raw and new and powerful, like the first man ever created, fulfilling its purpose under the light of its God. But focusing his eyes, Salem saw the opposite of a God on the titantron, a cameraman having captured Cartwright's live reaction to the carnage Croft had been causing.
Snarling, Salem refocused himself, getting up off Jester and reaching down to grab him by the ankle, beginning to drag him up the ramp by his leg as he kept his gaze on the big screen, making sure Cartwright bore witness to what was about to happen next!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2022 2:32 pm
Cartwright looks like he is about to finally make a move towards helping The Jester, but then a cold look turns across his face. He straightens his back and stands where he is, continuing to look on, trying to give-off the vibe that what Salem is doing is no big deal!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2022 2:44 pm
Salem dragged Jester by his ankle up the ramp, the bloodied and beaten man weakly trying to protest through chipped teeth and swollen features. It sounded pitiful, and some men might've not had the heart to take things any further. But 'The Copperhead' continued staring back up at Cartwright with a cold-blooded stare equal to his namesake.
Reaching the top of the stage, Salem let go of Jester's ankle and turned to spot Cart directly in the crowd, pointing at him before turning to one of the light panels that illuminate either side of the curtain. With a grunt and some strained effort, Salem pulls the panel of bulbs away and slides it nearby to Jester, who was weakly struggling to crawl away.
Walking by Jester, Salem would stomp on the man's lumbar, making his writhing stop momentarily as Croft walked to the edge of the stage and pulled a ladder up from some of the crew equipment that was hanging around nearby. Setting it up next to the light board, Salem moved over to Jester and rolled him onto his back, laying him stop the many bulbs. Slapping Jester hard in the face, Salem would start climbing the ladder as Jester was jarred, the crowd ogling excitedly as Croft reacted the peak of the ladder!
Looking down some twelve to fifteen feet, Salem looked over at Cartwright, pointing a finger gun at him and pulling the trigger before diving forward off the ladder, rotating to drop his back and shoulders into Jester with a Swanton Bomb!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2022 2:49 pm
The sound of the thud and the crash, the visual of Salem leaping-off the ladder, it all sends the crowd into one more frenzy! Cartwright looks like he is wondering what he is going to have to do to deal with this mad lad!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2022 2:58 pm
As Salem hits the Swanton, he hears the crunch of glass or bone, perhaps both, and a gasp from Jester beneath him. Sitting up, Salem propped an elbow onto Jester's deflated chest, coming down figuratively and literally from the high he was on moments earlier. The crowd was roaring, chanting Salem's name, and as he breathed hard, Salem looked down the ramp at the wreckage he'd caused.
Pushing himself up to his feet by Jester's sternum, Salem heard the man cough painfully as Croft walked slowly to the top of the ramp, still on the stage to survey the violence left in his wake. The announce table was destroyed, Gary Guitar still hadn't moved since having his head powerbombed into the ring bell and his body driven through the pine.
A pile of chairs kept TBI company, who was likely concussed and out cold. Now, the stage set at his back ripped open like a fresh wound, none fresher than those littering Jester's body. Slowly, though, Salem's eyes moved to find Cartwright up in the stands, and Croft felt his blood start to run hot again, the crowd starting to chant,
"YOU ******** UP!"
"YOU ******** UP!"
"YOU ******** UP!"
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2022 3:05 pm
Cartwright does his best to ignore the loud fans, as his focus is on what Salem has just done to the three men who he thought would be the future of wrestling.
If Salem can do this to them, what is he going to try and do to him?
Cartwright flips Salem off from afar and finally makes his way out of the arena.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2022 8:00 pm
Meanwhile 100 ft in the air.
Two silhouettes in a smoke covered room sit behind the plexiglass wall of the Midnight Marauders Internationals personal skybox. One of the men is stroking a Persian cat while the other sucks on a stove pipe their eyes glued to the action below. A knock comes at the door as a woman in an airline uniform with huge knockers pushes through holding a platter of shrimp cocktail.
"Mr. Jayden? Mr Barker? I brought you some refreshments. These are jumbo shrimp from the ocean."
The men are immediately are enraptured by the shrimp. In a matter of moments the former EEW general managers cheeks are stuffed like squirrels. Smiling, the hostess nods her head as the duo swallow in unison.
"Courtesy of the new management. Mr. Russo knows first hand what its like to be in a toxic work environment. It must be so stressful, constantly dealing with all the politics? The backstabbing? I mean face it you guys, like, inherited a mess.. I know we're asking a lot of you. But we all have to make sacrifices right? I guess it's true, what they say."
Jayden and Barker stare at Cartwright narrowing their eyes as the hostess eases behind them putting her hand on each of their shoulders respectively as the Englishman descends into darkness.. The two turn towards each other, murmuring something to each other seeming to come towards some kind of an agreement. Letting go, the working girl saddles up to the front of the room pressing a button as the lights in the skybox dim.
"It's better the devil you know."
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