Salem sat in the guest room he'd been afforded at the Damone Estate, postured on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees. Next to him was his phone, screen black from inactivity though moments earlier it was alive with light, channeling his news of an unexpected grandchild to his parents on the reservation. A lot of emotions came out, questions he couldn't answer, and promises of seeing Kyra sooner rather than later.
But Salem didn't feel like talking to anyone right this moment. His mind was being pulled in a dozen different directions, between "Queen Oni", as she called herself, his unknown offspring, his in-ring recovery and his plans upon returning to FG, there was so much taking up his attention he almost didn't know what to think or feel.
Glancing up at the television in the nearby corner, Salem glimpsed the upcoming Boom vs. Bison match, turning off the TV and tossing the remote to the other side of the bed. He didn't want to see Bison, right now. He had every intention of addressing that issue soon, but for the moment, for the night, Salem wanted a reprieve from dwelling on his retribution.
So much of his life had changed so quickly, now - his comeback was suddenly more than just evening the score with Mbadi, but showing his daughter the kind of man he was. He'd get his opportunity to display that, but he wouldn't be ready if he didn't get up off the bed. Standing up, he walked over to the intercom woven into the wiring of his room, letting him connect to any spot in the house.
"Janelle, it's Salem...obviously." he said a bit awkwardly, still unaccustomed to this mode of communication as he held down the button. "If you can, tell Jarel I want to see him in the ring as soon as he can make the time. Thank you."
With that, Salem turned to his closet, pulling out a good outfit for sparring from the wardrobe he had available. He knew if he wanted to get out from under his dilemmas, he'd need to fight his way out. Being shell-shocked in a spare bedroom wasn't going to serve him any good. He had a giant to slay, and he'd need to be ready for that day, getting sooner by the minute. Glancing at the blank television, Salem chuckled as he went towards his bedroom door.
"No Way Out? Heh. There's always at least one way out..." he said, tossing his training clothes over his shoulder as he twisted the doorknob and swung it open.
"...and my only way out is through." he finished to himself, heading into the hallway and towards the basement stairs.
But Salem didn't feel like talking to anyone right this moment. His mind was being pulled in a dozen different directions, between "Queen Oni", as she called herself, his unknown offspring, his in-ring recovery and his plans upon returning to FG, there was so much taking up his attention he almost didn't know what to think or feel.
Glancing up at the television in the nearby corner, Salem glimpsed the upcoming Boom vs. Bison match, turning off the TV and tossing the remote to the other side of the bed. He didn't want to see Bison, right now. He had every intention of addressing that issue soon, but for the moment, for the night, Salem wanted a reprieve from dwelling on his retribution.
So much of his life had changed so quickly, now - his comeback was suddenly more than just evening the score with Mbadi, but showing his daughter the kind of man he was. He'd get his opportunity to display that, but he wouldn't be ready if he didn't get up off the bed. Standing up, he walked over to the intercom woven into the wiring of his room, letting him connect to any spot in the house.
"Janelle, it's Salem...obviously." he said a bit awkwardly, still unaccustomed to this mode of communication as he held down the button. "If you can, tell Jarel I want to see him in the ring as soon as he can make the time. Thank you."
With that, Salem turned to his closet, pulling out a good outfit for sparring from the wardrobe he had available. He knew if he wanted to get out from under his dilemmas, he'd need to fight his way out. Being shell-shocked in a spare bedroom wasn't going to serve him any good. He had a giant to slay, and he'd need to be ready for that day, getting sooner by the minute. Glancing at the blank television, Salem chuckled as he went towards his bedroom door.
"No Way Out? Heh. There's always at least one way out..." he said, tossing his training clothes over his shoulder as he twisted the doorknob and swung it open.
"...and my only way out is through." he finished to himself, heading into the hallway and towards the basement stairs.