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It’s been just a mere couple hours since the Battleground pay-per-view was in the wraps. Dave Demento had kicked his best friend in the head following yet another loss in the WFWF. Frustration is very clear on Dave’s face as he pulls up to his rented motel for the night. As he steps out of the car and into the smoke-filled air, he lets out a big sigh as he grabs his bag of trunks from the car trunk. Dave rolls the suitcase into the lobby as he’s greeted by the overweight and disgusting desk clerk.
Clerk: Welcome to Motel Inn. Do you have a room booked for the evening?
The clerk has an annoyed look on her face as she’s been disrupted from her Maury program. Demento pulls out his wallet from his pocket, proceeds to grab his driver license and some cash before giving it both to the hillbilly clerk. She proceeds to write down his info before handing back the license and the motel room key.
Clerk: You’ve got room 112 for the night. Have a nice night.
The clerk shoos him off as he once again starts pulling his bag down the hall. Demento reaches his room before inserting the key into lock and letting out yet another depressing sigh before opening the old wooden door. He grabs his bags and lugs them in as he’s met by surprise by his long-time girlfriend, Angelica.
Angelica: Hey Hun.
Demento’s eyes open wide as he sees this beautiful reddish brown haired women sitting down on his bed. The woman scratches her arm as a lone mosquito falls and dies on the bed. Demento rushes in and gives her a big bearhug before putting her down gently.
Dave Demento: Babe! I thought you were on tour? What happened?
Demento throws his bag on the bed before being kissed on the cheek by his girlfriend. She proceeds to start unpacking his suitcase and putting the trunks and clothes on the wooden dresser.
Angelica: Our event tonight was cancelled. It had something to do with a certain pay-per-view going on tonight and barely anybody showed up.
Dave cracks a grin at the mere hint of the WFWF being better than her band, something he already knew. Demento starts helping her unpack as they both start getting eaten alive by the damn mosquitoes. They’re both swatting away before she reaches the window. Both of them laughing as their blood are leaving their body. Angelica shuts the window with a hard slam. Demento smiles at the courageous effort of his girl before frowning again at his depressing night. She comes over behind him and wraps her arms around his body and gives him a hug.
Angelica: What’s wrong honey? You’re never like this. Open up to me.
Dave unravels her arms from around his body and plops down on the bed. Angelica climbs over him and joins him on the bed. Both of them cuddling up before Dave lightens up.
Dave: Have you ever done something that you immediately regret? You know something that can ruin you friendships in life?
Angelica nods at his question before recalling that she left her parents at home and ran away when she was a young sixteen years old. She kisses him on the cheek before speaking.
Angelica: Of course.
Dave: Well now you know where I’m coming from. I didn’t want it to be this way. I mean, he was my mentor and everything, but he was starting to control me. We were always losing.
She nods away before telling him that everything is going to be fine. Dave has none of it before starting up the conversation once again.
Dave: I feel like such a selfish intellectually- disabled person. He was going to file for retirement papers tomorrow. I feel like I used his retirement for my personal gain.
Angelica: I bet he’ll understand. Randel was a veteran for a reason. He must have done it himself.
Demento grabs her hand and starts rubbing it. He is feeling happier since he saw his girl. It’s what makes him smile. She places her heard into the open spot outside of his neck as he smiles. His smile turns into a depressing frown once again.
Dave: I didn’t want to feel this way. Hell, I didn’t stick around after the match. I was so scared of seeing what his reaction would be like, I packed up and left.
Angelica: Why don’t you just talk to him? I’m sure he’ll understand.
Dave looks around concerned about what he’s going to say to his friend. He’s licking his lip ring as he’s trying to come up with something.
Dave: I don’t know what I’m going to say. F*ck. I dug myself into this whole and now I don’t know how to get out of it.
Dave sighs as Angelica gets out of bed. She rubs his arm lightly before grabbing a towel off of the nightstand. She looks though her bag and pulls out a big bottle of shampoo. She starts heading for the bathroom as Dave watches her walk. It’s perfect.
Angelica: I’m going to hit the shower. You stay here and think about this. If you don’t mind, go grab some ice. Damn bastards didn’t leave us some.
Angelica smiles as she sees the grin come to Dave’s face. She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Dave tries to think about the whole Randel situation but his mind goes elsewhere.
November 9th, 2011 | New Orleans, Louisiana
Two days before SuperBrawl on pay-per-view, Randel Benjamin was joined by Xavier Pierce in a small hotel restaurant in the hotel rented out by the WFWF Wrestlers. Pierce in a very expensive suit as Randel joins him in his now famous buttoned up 4XL shirt and some jeans. They’re both enjoying a lobster dinner with a side of tee-bone steak. This doesn’t seem like a casual dining experience, but more so a business meeting. Xavier opens up a notebook and brings out a pen before questioning Randel.
Xavier: So Randel, how are you enjoying the WFWF?
Randel: It’s good, mate. I really like it here. That hardcore match with Phillip was fun.
Xavier starts looking in his notebook as he opens it up to a certain page. Randel stuffs his face as Xavier looks over some things. Xavier takes his pen and pushes it open and starts questioning Randel on a few things.
Xavier: Aye. Randel, you have a good presence and all but your promo skills need improving. We here at the WFWF would like you to work the way you talk to the fans.
Randel: I’m sixty three years old, mate. I doubt I’m going to improve my mike skills now. I’ve never been the talking kind.
Xavier starts writing stuff down before looking at Randel. He’s trying to hit the ball home that Randel needs to listen to the executives of the promotion.
Xavier: Mr. Benjamin, with all due respect, this is the WFWF. Here the talents, including you, have to listen to the higher executives. Now, I know that the mike was never your strong suit but I need you to cooperate with me.
Randel looks dumbfounded at the discussion with Mr. Pierce. He goes down to eat some more lobster before being interrupted once again by the bald-headed CEO.
Xavier: I will need you to improve for me Randel. If there was something else that you could possibly do with your mike skills, then tell me so I can work his out.
Randel pauses for a moment as Xavier orders another bottle of wine for him and his talent. Xavier knows that if he pisses off the gigantic man, he will possibly die. So he treats him well while during the meeting. Randel eats some more of the lobster before swinging his head up as if a light tube went off.
Randel: I have an idea, mate. I have a friend, he’s more of my protégé but it’ll do. There is this kid that I know that will kill for this opportunity. His name is David James. He’s re-
Randel is cut off by Xavier who once again pulls out a different notebook from his little sidebag, although it can be confused with a man purse. Xavier opens it up and brings it to a new empty page. The pen is just waiting to write on the page.
Xavier: Go on Randel, I’m listening.
Randel: As I was saying, David has been wrestling for five years already. He’s got a good rap. Do you have a mobile DVD player in that bag of yours?
Xavier: I don’t believe so. Why? Do you have a tape?
Randel grabs the DVD out of his back pocket, seemingly knowing that he’s been trying to give this tape to Xavier for some time now. Xavier takes the DVD and inserts it into his man purse before continuing to write.
Randel: David wrestled with me in Japan a while back. He has some talent, he does know his way in a hardcore match, which could be useful. He wrestles as Dave Demento.
Xavier: Demento? What kind of name is that?
Randel looks at Xavier with disgust as he just blatantly insulted his protégé. Xavier’s grin falls off his face in fear as he heads right back into his notebook.
Randel: I’ll give you his contact information. I can’t keep going forever and I really want Dave to receive this job.
Xavier: I’ll think about it.
Randel slides a piece of paper, with a Canadian phone number, across the table. Xavier picks it right up and places it into his notebook. Randel looks with a smile on his face as his lobster is done and his large belly is full. Xavier gets up and extends his hand, to which Benjamin gladly shakes before Randel grabs his stuff.
Xavier: Thank you Randel. It was nice eating with you. Good luck with your match at SuperBrawl.
Benjamin lets out a whole hearty laugh that jiggles his big ass belly. They shake hands before Randel starts walking out of the five-star restaurant, seemingly ending his business meeting.
The shower water shut off as the sound of a beautiful signing voice is heard in the bathroom of room 112 at the Motel Inn. Demento lays on the bed a stitched up mess with a beer in hand. He’s trying to figure out what he really wants in life and how he can get it. Does he want friendships or championship belts? Demento looks on confused while sipping away at the beer bottle in hand. The bathroom door opens as Angelica walks out wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a towel to dry her hair.
Angelica: You figure stuff out Davey?
Demento takes another sip of beer before replying to his beautiful girlfriend.
Dave: No. It’s eating up inside of me. I don’t know what the hell to do. Help me Angel.
Angelica unravels the bathrobe for a sight to see for Dave before slipping on an old baggy style of sweats and a tee shirt. She slides over to Dave, kisses him on the forehead before lighting up a cigarette. The smoke goes up as she funnily drags the cancer stick.
Angelica: I don’t know, honey. You should talk to Randel. He’s been wrestling long enough and he doesn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge.
Demento looks at her blankly as she once again sucking on the cigarette. The thought of requesting to meet with his mentor scares him. Demento finishes off his beer before chucking it at the wall. The glass shatters off the wall onto the ground.
Angelica: What the f*ck Dave? What are you doing?
Dave looks at the mess of glass on the ground before shutting his eyes in disbelief. Dave tells his Angel to back away from the mess before he proceeds to jump out of bed to clean up the sharp strands of glass. Angelica climbs onto the bed and underneath the covers as Dave starts cleaning the stuff up.
Dave: I’m sorry babe. I just don’t know what the hell got to me. This whole situation is scaring me. I just want to go to sleep in your presence. You make me safe. I need you.
Angelica smiles at his sweet heartedness as he cleans up the glass. Dave picks it all up and dumps it all into the garbage can in the corner of the small room. He reassures that no pieces of glass are stuck into the dirty old carpet of the motel room. The clock strikes midnight as both Angelica and Dave enter the bed ready for their long-awaited sleep. They both kiss each other on the cheek, bidding goodnight before their heads hit the pillow and they fall fast asleep.
Reverend sat back stage, his head hung low, and swung to the beat of the headphones stuffed into his mind. The rhythm and beats complimented every bounce of the head, and whispers in his blood carried every lyric. This is where the good Reverend found himself; lost.
He had buried himself deep in deep thought, but something suddenly pulled him from the ecstasy; a wind that blew by, and a faint vibration beneath his toes. When Shadow drew his head from the ground, and the darkness for his eyes, he found Demento as he walked down the hall. A suddent lunge of the hunger nearly throttled him into action, but he held on and kept it together; he needed to do something.
Shadow popped the headphones from his ears and hollered, "Hey, Dave, Demento?!"
The young rookie finishes his drink of water before putting the bottle down on the surrounding table. He flips down the hood of his sweater, and looks at the veteran dumbfounded. Dave before sliding down his new pair of Dre beats. Dave approaches the Hall of Famer cautiously before sliding out a chair beside the former WFWF World Champion.
Demento slides into the chair; with a cheeky smile on his face, "Reverend Shadow? I didn't think you hung out here."
"Eh, I go where I won’t be disturbed. I am not the biggest fan of people like some of the others."
His words were harsh, but his tone coursed with sincerity. Reverend didn’t know Demento, and except for having a match with him, he had barely heard his name. Then again, Shadow wasn’t one to go out of his way to know others.
"So, I hate being so forward, but...you ready for tonight?" Shadows tone was again sincere, but a beast lingered in the back of his mind.
Demento cockily smiles at the question before leaning back in his chair. Thoughts rushing through his mind as he makes a decision on what to say. He sips on his water once again; trying to avoid the situation, but later comes to a conclusion.
"I've been ready to make my mark on this company" Dave immediately realizes that he flubbed on what he was going to say. Dave's eyes go from cocky to scared as he realizes that he might have said the wrong answer to the Hall of Famer.
The good Reverend belted out a laugh, "Good answer, us old farts don't have the same drives we use to. Once you make a name, you sometimes lose some of the glamour, the idea of being great."
Shadow spoke from the heart to the rookie, and hadn’t lied. The drives are not the same to those who have attained forever. His drives now were darker, deeper, and more consistent with a froth faced animal than a man of any cloth. But Demento, he was fresh, new, and; and interesting.
"I don’t see a point in pretending that once we step in the ring tonight, you won’t see me like you do now. But you have something, something in your bones, am I write? That something, that void that aches?" Shadow opened up to the rookie, but he couldn’t begin to explain why.
Dave smiles from the compliment of the veteran. He shakes his head "yes" before he starts rubbing his arms. He rubs the tattoos on his right arm before looking deep into Reverend's eyes.
"Pain. I don't feel it. I've sat in a small old chair in uptown Toronto for hours upon hours. It doesn't hurt. That's what makes this match interesting Shadow. I want you to bring your best... But I request that you hurt me. Humble me." Dave lets out a small laugh followed by a grin. His eyes never left the veteran's. Tension quickly filled the room as Demento talked a big game.
Shadow just nodded, and gazed back. He didn’t need words to talk about how he felt, and he didn't need rookie to ask him for pain. No, the request was nice, but not needed. What it did do was awake the slumber in the good Reverend. The desire, the need, the hunger.
Shadow swallowed it all down, "I wouldnt be so eager, but I respect it. I remember when I was humbled, put on a cross by Kyzer. Bloodied, bruised, and beaten. He top my head with thorns and my mind with agony. I still have scars, of both varieties." A chill caressed Shadow's nerves, and chills lit his arms. His eyes remained on, and in, Demento, but his mind was still strung up high for the whole world to see.
Dave looks deep into Shadow’s scarred soul before coming back to his own. Chills going up his spine as his eyes focus away from the veteran. Dave picks up his water bottle, takes a chug, all while trying to erase the visions inside his head. The visions of the brutal Reverend Shadow and Michael Kyzer matches. He unzips his sweater a bit, as cold sweat comes down off his neck.
"Does that still affect you? In all my years in Japan. I have never, ever, seen somebody crucified in that ring. Does this anger you?" Dave asked the hard question, all while stuttering some of his words. The images in his head scare him as he will soon be fighting the disturbed hall of famer.
Shadow just smiled at the young star, and noticed Demento slowly fade into his world. He hadn’t seen someone take it in like that. No, not like this rookie. "Anger, no my boy, not anger, but it gives me insight. Into what most man can take in, and into what I can take. I dont have regrets, but I do have a solid understanding that I won’t be put to task like that again without raising my arm in victory."
Then the slow ebb of the void started to consume, swallowing up the humble, the kindness, the old dog had a new trick. Reverends pupils dilated, and within them was the hunger; only curtailed by the knowledge that later it would have its dish placed in front of it.
His smile slithered into a grin, and one could have sworn the Grinch had stolen his heart. Reverend's toned now layered with a hiss, "I hope that you're prepared." The phrase ended short but to finish might have let free what little grip he had.
Demento gets a small chill down his back. A little scared of the future match, Dave looks at the scars on top of the Reverend's battered head. Dave observes the scars and imagines the war that awaits him later that night in chilly Hamilton.
"There you are Dave. I've been looking for you everywhere."
A small faint voice interrupts the discussion between the veteran and the young gun. Angelica, the red haired girlfriend of "The Charismatic One", disturbs the respectful silence between the two men. Dave gets up from his seat to greet his girlfriend with a gentle hug.
"Shadow, this is my girlfriend Angelica. Angel this is Reverend Shadow. We were having a little conversation of our match tonight." Dave takes her hand and starts rubbing it. Angelica stares down the veteran with a worried frown covering her face.
"Mr. Shadow. May I please ask you not to hurt to my Dav..." And with that the tattooed female is cut off by the hall of famer.
The good Reverend eased off his demeanor, into a comfortable smile for the lady. His eyes weren’t meant for her, but she had come in contact no less, "Dear lady, why of course you can ask such a thing." Then a long pause fell over all three of them, and Shadow's eyes turn to fire, “I just can’t make promises I know I can’t keep." Each flame died out and the old man picked himself up, and without another word turned and walked away.
Clerk: Welcome to Motel Inn. Do you have a room booked for the evening?
The clerk has an annoyed look on her face as she’s been disrupted from her Maury program. Demento pulls out his wallet from his pocket, proceeds to grab his driver license and some cash before giving it both to the hillbilly clerk. She proceeds to write down his info before handing back the license and the motel room key.
Clerk: You’ve got room 112 for the night. Have a nice night.
The clerk shoos him off as he once again starts pulling his bag down the hall. Demento reaches his room before inserting the key into lock and letting out yet another depressing sigh before opening the old wooden door. He grabs his bags and lugs them in as he’s met by surprise by his long-time girlfriend, Angelica.
Angelica: Hey Hun.
Demento’s eyes open wide as he sees this beautiful reddish brown haired women sitting down on his bed. The woman scratches her arm as a lone mosquito falls and dies on the bed. Demento rushes in and gives her a big bearhug before putting her down gently.
Dave Demento: Babe! I thought you were on tour? What happened?
Demento throws his bag on the bed before being kissed on the cheek by his girlfriend. She proceeds to start unpacking his suitcase and putting the trunks and clothes on the wooden dresser.
Angelica: Our event tonight was cancelled. It had something to do with a certain pay-per-view going on tonight and barely anybody showed up.
Dave cracks a grin at the mere hint of the WFWF being better than her band, something he already knew. Demento starts helping her unpack as they both start getting eaten alive by the damn mosquitoes. They’re both swatting away before she reaches the window. Both of them laughing as their blood are leaving their body. Angelica shuts the window with a hard slam. Demento smiles at the courageous effort of his girl before frowning again at his depressing night. She comes over behind him and wraps her arms around his body and gives him a hug.
Angelica: What’s wrong honey? You’re never like this. Open up to me.
Dave unravels her arms from around his body and plops down on the bed. Angelica climbs over him and joins him on the bed. Both of them cuddling up before Dave lightens up.
Dave: Have you ever done something that you immediately regret? You know something that can ruin you friendships in life?
Angelica nods at his question before recalling that she left her parents at home and ran away when she was a young sixteen years old. She kisses him on the cheek before speaking.
Angelica: Of course.
Dave: Well now you know where I’m coming from. I didn’t want it to be this way. I mean, he was my mentor and everything, but he was starting to control me. We were always losing.
She nods away before telling him that everything is going to be fine. Dave has none of it before starting up the conversation once again.
Dave: I feel like such a selfish intellectually- disabled person. He was going to file for retirement papers tomorrow. I feel like I used his retirement for my personal gain.
Angelica: I bet he’ll understand. Randel was a veteran for a reason. He must have done it himself.
Demento grabs her hand and starts rubbing it. He is feeling happier since he saw his girl. It’s what makes him smile. She places her heard into the open spot outside of his neck as he smiles. His smile turns into a depressing frown once again.
Dave: I didn’t want to feel this way. Hell, I didn’t stick around after the match. I was so scared of seeing what his reaction would be like, I packed up and left.
Angelica: Why don’t you just talk to him? I’m sure he’ll understand.
Dave looks around concerned about what he’s going to say to his friend. He’s licking his lip ring as he’s trying to come up with something.
Dave: I don’t know what I’m going to say. F*ck. I dug myself into this whole and now I don’t know how to get out of it.
Dave sighs as Angelica gets out of bed. She rubs his arm lightly before grabbing a towel off of the nightstand. She looks though her bag and pulls out a big bottle of shampoo. She starts heading for the bathroom as Dave watches her walk. It’s perfect.
Angelica: I’m going to hit the shower. You stay here and think about this. If you don’t mind, go grab some ice. Damn bastards didn’t leave us some.
Angelica smiles as she sees the grin come to Dave’s face. She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Dave tries to think about the whole Randel situation but his mind goes elsewhere.
November 9th, 2011 | New Orleans, Louisiana
Two days before SuperBrawl on pay-per-view, Randel Benjamin was joined by Xavier Pierce in a small hotel restaurant in the hotel rented out by the WFWF Wrestlers. Pierce in a very expensive suit as Randel joins him in his now famous buttoned up 4XL shirt and some jeans. They’re both enjoying a lobster dinner with a side of tee-bone steak. This doesn’t seem like a casual dining experience, but more so a business meeting. Xavier opens up a notebook and brings out a pen before questioning Randel.
Xavier: So Randel, how are you enjoying the WFWF?
Randel: It’s good, mate. I really like it here. That hardcore match with Phillip was fun.
Xavier starts looking in his notebook as he opens it up to a certain page. Randel stuffs his face as Xavier looks over some things. Xavier takes his pen and pushes it open and starts questioning Randel on a few things.
Xavier: Aye. Randel, you have a good presence and all but your promo skills need improving. We here at the WFWF would like you to work the way you talk to the fans.
Randel: I’m sixty three years old, mate. I doubt I’m going to improve my mike skills now. I’ve never been the talking kind.
Xavier starts writing stuff down before looking at Randel. He’s trying to hit the ball home that Randel needs to listen to the executives of the promotion.
Xavier: Mr. Benjamin, with all due respect, this is the WFWF. Here the talents, including you, have to listen to the higher executives. Now, I know that the mike was never your strong suit but I need you to cooperate with me.
Randel looks dumbfounded at the discussion with Mr. Pierce. He goes down to eat some more lobster before being interrupted once again by the bald-headed CEO.
Xavier: I will need you to improve for me Randel. If there was something else that you could possibly do with your mike skills, then tell me so I can work his out.
Randel pauses for a moment as Xavier orders another bottle of wine for him and his talent. Xavier knows that if he pisses off the gigantic man, he will possibly die. So he treats him well while during the meeting. Randel eats some more of the lobster before swinging his head up as if a light tube went off.
Randel: I have an idea, mate. I have a friend, he’s more of my protégé but it’ll do. There is this kid that I know that will kill for this opportunity. His name is David James. He’s re-
Randel is cut off by Xavier who once again pulls out a different notebook from his little sidebag, although it can be confused with a man purse. Xavier opens it up and brings it to a new empty page. The pen is just waiting to write on the page.
Xavier: Go on Randel, I’m listening.
Randel: As I was saying, David has been wrestling for five years already. He’s got a good rap. Do you have a mobile DVD player in that bag of yours?
Xavier: I don’t believe so. Why? Do you have a tape?
Randel grabs the DVD out of his back pocket, seemingly knowing that he’s been trying to give this tape to Xavier for some time now. Xavier takes the DVD and inserts it into his man purse before continuing to write.
Randel: David wrestled with me in Japan a while back. He has some talent, he does know his way in a hardcore match, which could be useful. He wrestles as Dave Demento.
Xavier: Demento? What kind of name is that?
Randel looks at Xavier with disgust as he just blatantly insulted his protégé. Xavier’s grin falls off his face in fear as he heads right back into his notebook.
Randel: I’ll give you his contact information. I can’t keep going forever and I really want Dave to receive this job.
Xavier: I’ll think about it.
Randel slides a piece of paper, with a Canadian phone number, across the table. Xavier picks it right up and places it into his notebook. Randel looks with a smile on his face as his lobster is done and his large belly is full. Xavier gets up and extends his hand, to which Benjamin gladly shakes before Randel grabs his stuff.
Xavier: Thank you Randel. It was nice eating with you. Good luck with your match at SuperBrawl.
Benjamin lets out a whole hearty laugh that jiggles his big ass belly. They shake hands before Randel starts walking out of the five-star restaurant, seemingly ending his business meeting.
The shower water shut off as the sound of a beautiful signing voice is heard in the bathroom of room 112 at the Motel Inn. Demento lays on the bed a stitched up mess with a beer in hand. He’s trying to figure out what he really wants in life and how he can get it. Does he want friendships or championship belts? Demento looks on confused while sipping away at the beer bottle in hand. The bathroom door opens as Angelica walks out wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a towel to dry her hair.
Angelica: You figure stuff out Davey?
Demento takes another sip of beer before replying to his beautiful girlfriend.
Dave: No. It’s eating up inside of me. I don’t know what the hell to do. Help me Angel.
Angelica unravels the bathrobe for a sight to see for Dave before slipping on an old baggy style of sweats and a tee shirt. She slides over to Dave, kisses him on the forehead before lighting up a cigarette. The smoke goes up as she funnily drags the cancer stick.
Angelica: I don’t know, honey. You should talk to Randel. He’s been wrestling long enough and he doesn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge.
Demento looks at her blankly as she once again sucking on the cigarette. The thought of requesting to meet with his mentor scares him. Demento finishes off his beer before chucking it at the wall. The glass shatters off the wall onto the ground.
Angelica: What the f*ck Dave? What are you doing?
Dave looks at the mess of glass on the ground before shutting his eyes in disbelief. Dave tells his Angel to back away from the mess before he proceeds to jump out of bed to clean up the sharp strands of glass. Angelica climbs onto the bed and underneath the covers as Dave starts cleaning the stuff up.
Dave: I’m sorry babe. I just don’t know what the hell got to me. This whole situation is scaring me. I just want to go to sleep in your presence. You make me safe. I need you.
Angelica smiles at his sweet heartedness as he cleans up the glass. Dave picks it all up and dumps it all into the garbage can in the corner of the small room. He reassures that no pieces of glass are stuck into the dirty old carpet of the motel room. The clock strikes midnight as both Angelica and Dave enter the bed ready for their long-awaited sleep. They both kiss each other on the cheek, bidding goodnight before their heads hit the pillow and they fall fast asleep.
Reverend sat back stage, his head hung low, and swung to the beat of the headphones stuffed into his mind. The rhythm and beats complimented every bounce of the head, and whispers in his blood carried every lyric. This is where the good Reverend found himself; lost.
He had buried himself deep in deep thought, but something suddenly pulled him from the ecstasy; a wind that blew by, and a faint vibration beneath his toes. When Shadow drew his head from the ground, and the darkness for his eyes, he found Demento as he walked down the hall. A suddent lunge of the hunger nearly throttled him into action, but he held on and kept it together; he needed to do something.
Shadow popped the headphones from his ears and hollered, "Hey, Dave, Demento?!"
The young rookie finishes his drink of water before putting the bottle down on the surrounding table. He flips down the hood of his sweater, and looks at the veteran dumbfounded. Dave before sliding down his new pair of Dre beats. Dave approaches the Hall of Famer cautiously before sliding out a chair beside the former WFWF World Champion.
Demento slides into the chair; with a cheeky smile on his face, "Reverend Shadow? I didn't think you hung out here."
"Eh, I go where I won’t be disturbed. I am not the biggest fan of people like some of the others."
His words were harsh, but his tone coursed with sincerity. Reverend didn’t know Demento, and except for having a match with him, he had barely heard his name. Then again, Shadow wasn’t one to go out of his way to know others.
"So, I hate being so forward, but...you ready for tonight?" Shadows tone was again sincere, but a beast lingered in the back of his mind.
Demento cockily smiles at the question before leaning back in his chair. Thoughts rushing through his mind as he makes a decision on what to say. He sips on his water once again; trying to avoid the situation, but later comes to a conclusion.
"I've been ready to make my mark on this company" Dave immediately realizes that he flubbed on what he was going to say. Dave's eyes go from cocky to scared as he realizes that he might have said the wrong answer to the Hall of Famer.
The good Reverend belted out a laugh, "Good answer, us old farts don't have the same drives we use to. Once you make a name, you sometimes lose some of the glamour, the idea of being great."
Shadow spoke from the heart to the rookie, and hadn’t lied. The drives are not the same to those who have attained forever. His drives now were darker, deeper, and more consistent with a froth faced animal than a man of any cloth. But Demento, he was fresh, new, and; and interesting.
"I don’t see a point in pretending that once we step in the ring tonight, you won’t see me like you do now. But you have something, something in your bones, am I write? That something, that void that aches?" Shadow opened up to the rookie, but he couldn’t begin to explain why.
Dave smiles from the compliment of the veteran. He shakes his head "yes" before he starts rubbing his arms. He rubs the tattoos on his right arm before looking deep into Reverend's eyes.
"Pain. I don't feel it. I've sat in a small old chair in uptown Toronto for hours upon hours. It doesn't hurt. That's what makes this match interesting Shadow. I want you to bring your best... But I request that you hurt me. Humble me." Dave lets out a small laugh followed by a grin. His eyes never left the veteran's. Tension quickly filled the room as Demento talked a big game.
Shadow just nodded, and gazed back. He didn’t need words to talk about how he felt, and he didn't need rookie to ask him for pain. No, the request was nice, but not needed. What it did do was awake the slumber in the good Reverend. The desire, the need, the hunger.
Shadow swallowed it all down, "I wouldnt be so eager, but I respect it. I remember when I was humbled, put on a cross by Kyzer. Bloodied, bruised, and beaten. He top my head with thorns and my mind with agony. I still have scars, of both varieties." A chill caressed Shadow's nerves, and chills lit his arms. His eyes remained on, and in, Demento, but his mind was still strung up high for the whole world to see.
Dave looks deep into Shadow’s scarred soul before coming back to his own. Chills going up his spine as his eyes focus away from the veteran. Dave picks up his water bottle, takes a chug, all while trying to erase the visions inside his head. The visions of the brutal Reverend Shadow and Michael Kyzer matches. He unzips his sweater a bit, as cold sweat comes down off his neck.
"Does that still affect you? In all my years in Japan. I have never, ever, seen somebody crucified in that ring. Does this anger you?" Dave asked the hard question, all while stuttering some of his words. The images in his head scare him as he will soon be fighting the disturbed hall of famer.
Shadow just smiled at the young star, and noticed Demento slowly fade into his world. He hadn’t seen someone take it in like that. No, not like this rookie. "Anger, no my boy, not anger, but it gives me insight. Into what most man can take in, and into what I can take. I dont have regrets, but I do have a solid understanding that I won’t be put to task like that again without raising my arm in victory."
Then the slow ebb of the void started to consume, swallowing up the humble, the kindness, the old dog had a new trick. Reverends pupils dilated, and within them was the hunger; only curtailed by the knowledge that later it would have its dish placed in front of it.
His smile slithered into a grin, and one could have sworn the Grinch had stolen his heart. Reverend's toned now layered with a hiss, "I hope that you're prepared." The phrase ended short but to finish might have let free what little grip he had.
Demento gets a small chill down his back. A little scared of the future match, Dave looks at the scars on top of the Reverend's battered head. Dave observes the scars and imagines the war that awaits him later that night in chilly Hamilton.
"There you are Dave. I've been looking for you everywhere."
A small faint voice interrupts the discussion between the veteran and the young gun. Angelica, the red haired girlfriend of "The Charismatic One", disturbs the respectful silence between the two men. Dave gets up from his seat to greet his girlfriend with a gentle hug.
"Shadow, this is my girlfriend Angelica. Angel this is Reverend Shadow. We were having a little conversation of our match tonight." Dave takes her hand and starts rubbing it. Angelica stares down the veteran with a worried frown covering her face.
"Mr. Shadow. May I please ask you not to hurt to my Dav..." And with that the tattooed female is cut off by the hall of famer.
The good Reverend eased off his demeanor, into a comfortable smile for the lady. His eyes weren’t meant for her, but she had come in contact no less, "Dear lady, why of course you can ask such a thing." Then a long pause fell over all three of them, and Shadow's eyes turn to fire, “I just can’t make promises I know I can’t keep." Each flame died out and the old man picked himself up, and without another word turned and walked away.
