Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 14:21:09 GMT -5
The smell of sweat enriches the locker room in the Copps Coliseum as the roar of the fans is heard throughout the inner walls of the arena. The walls trembling from the pyrotechnics as several WFWF backstage crews walk backstage ensuring everybody is ready for their match on the card. Dave Demento sits down in his corner of the room flanked by his girlfriend. Both of them sharing the same emotions for the disgusting smell all while smiling in each other’s presence. Dave is taping his wrist as Angelica stares at his funny ring habits.
“Doesn’t that hurt the hairs on your wrist?” Angelica lets out a forced laugh as she continues to stare at her man.
Demento simply looks up from his seated position. The annoyed look on his face quickly forms into a smiling grin. It was obvious he really liked his girl, even when her jokes were terrible.
“You get used to it throughout the years in the ring” He didn’t seem up to any small talk tonight. He has a big task on his hands later on in Reverend Shadow, but Angelica seems oblivious to his mental focus.
She walks over to one of the unused chairs and drags it over to her man. She brushes the small specs of dirt from the seat and plops down, somewhat confused in her thoughts. She looks at her boytoy taping his wrists, but here mind wanders elsewhere. Her thoughts circle her brain, flying though her brain cells constantly. A sudden tug on her shirt wakes her from her daydream, or should it be nightmare?
“Are you scared of something Angel? You have sweat beads coming down.” Dave’s voice was full of concern for his sweet angel. It isn’t usual for her mind to wander off but when it does, it’s usually something concerning her.
Her sweat keeps rolling down her forehead, smearing the makeup covering her acne scars. He eyes fixed on a luggage bag of probably one of the WFWF Jobbers. She eventually comes back to life, turning her head to Demento with a concerned look painted on her face.
“I keep thinking about your discussion with that Shadow guy earlier today… I just hope he doesn’t hurt you Dave.” She swipes the sweat beads off her head with Dave’s towel. She places it back in his bag looking for an answer from “Your Canadian Hero”.
“You don’t have to worry about nothing, there honey.” A deep voice emerges behind the dating duo. The couple swaying their heads backwards for answers to the mystery of the sudden voice. The duo is met with the now famous wolfish look of Ace f’n Bennett. Dave gets up and greets his rekindled friend with a handshake. Hey, their pro wrestlers, that’s what they do.
“Angie, you’ve met Ace before. Right?” Dave’s voice was full of confusion but with certitude. He tries to figure out who to look at and eventually deciding with his girlfriend.
Ace bumped into the direct conversation between Dave and Angelica once again, affirming his prior meetings with the duo. “Dave. If I’m not mistaken, I met that lovely lady of yours back when we were younger… and less fragile.”
Both men belt out a laugh at Ace’s terrible joke. The stench of sweat scratching the inner workings of their nose. Eventually, Angelica butts in their wrestler bonding time with a ridiculously fake laugh.
“Yeah honey. Our buddy Ace here has our backs. We’ve chased each other’s titles throughout the years before you came in.” Dave was humorous but affirmative with his girlfriend. He was madly in love but his independent career was well before she came into the picture.
“I still remember the headlines throughout those small towns, man.” Ace seemed to be high on a nostalgia trip with his old buddy. “Chasing the Ace!: Demento challenges for championship belt!” Ace cracks a grin at his memories with the younger one of the two. Their time in the independents is now forgotten, except for the thirty year olds living in their parents’ basement, but that’s a different story.
Dave shakes his head in agreement while remembering the old times. The times when they were getting paid fifty bucks a show, even though they were spending it all Mccrap or Microwave King.
“I could never beat you for the title. You were the king.”
“And you were the Queen bitch. The King always slaps his queen around.” Ace once again grins at his joke. Those WFWF Jobbers looking at the two independent veterans with confusion but they learned to shut up. They knew Ace was once insane as Van Gogh, but wrestling was his art.
Angelica stands there looking at her man and his friend in confusion for their joking around before they’re big matches later on during the night. Her face telling a few hundred stories just stands there trying to find an answer for Ace’s appearance in Demento’s quiet time. Bennett clues in; he’s such master in mind reading that he puts Raven Symone to shame.
“You know Dave. I was just coming in here bidding you good luck in your match tonight. Reverend is a tough competitor and you should not take him lightly, man. If anything suspicious happens, I’ll be there to help you out.” Ace’s tone was affirmative and trustworthy while making his intentions clear. He seems to want Dave Demento to succeed in the WFWF and become the greatest there ever was. (Okay, that was a stretch; Dave paid me to put that in here.)
Dave seemed intrigued in his friend’s explanation of appearance. The two have had a strong friendship with a few rocky roads in between.
“Come on man. I already knew you would. And just so you know… My intentions are the same. You scratch my back and I’ll have yours.”
Just then, a WFWF stagehand enters the room. Seemingly on a mission to find a certain member of the roster. The crew member slowly makes his way to the trip in the corner and interrupts their discussion.
“Demento? There you are. You’re on in twenty. Get to the curtain immediately. By the way, both of you report to Mister Jason Anders. Don’t cross the boss.”
The stagehand wobbles his way out of the locker room, while barking orders are thrown through his headset. Demento decides that he isn’t joking around anymore, kisses his Angel on the cheek before heading out the door. Angel bids him good luck as he heads out the door.
“I hope he’ll be okay Ace.”
“He’ll be fine”
“Doesn’t that hurt the hairs on your wrist?” Angelica lets out a forced laugh as she continues to stare at her man.
Demento simply looks up from his seated position. The annoyed look on his face quickly forms into a smiling grin. It was obvious he really liked his girl, even when her jokes were terrible.
“You get used to it throughout the years in the ring” He didn’t seem up to any small talk tonight. He has a big task on his hands later on in Reverend Shadow, but Angelica seems oblivious to his mental focus.
She walks over to one of the unused chairs and drags it over to her man. She brushes the small specs of dirt from the seat and plops down, somewhat confused in her thoughts. She looks at her boytoy taping his wrists, but here mind wanders elsewhere. Her thoughts circle her brain, flying though her brain cells constantly. A sudden tug on her shirt wakes her from her daydream, or should it be nightmare?
“Are you scared of something Angel? You have sweat beads coming down.” Dave’s voice was full of concern for his sweet angel. It isn’t usual for her mind to wander off but when it does, it’s usually something concerning her.
Her sweat keeps rolling down her forehead, smearing the makeup covering her acne scars. He eyes fixed on a luggage bag of probably one of the WFWF Jobbers. She eventually comes back to life, turning her head to Demento with a concerned look painted on her face.
“I keep thinking about your discussion with that Shadow guy earlier today… I just hope he doesn’t hurt you Dave.” She swipes the sweat beads off her head with Dave’s towel. She places it back in his bag looking for an answer from “Your Canadian Hero”.
“You don’t have to worry about nothing, there honey.” A deep voice emerges behind the dating duo. The couple swaying their heads backwards for answers to the mystery of the sudden voice. The duo is met with the now famous wolfish look of Ace f’n Bennett. Dave gets up and greets his rekindled friend with a handshake. Hey, their pro wrestlers, that’s what they do.
“Angie, you’ve met Ace before. Right?” Dave’s voice was full of confusion but with certitude. He tries to figure out who to look at and eventually deciding with his girlfriend.
Ace bumped into the direct conversation between Dave and Angelica once again, affirming his prior meetings with the duo. “Dave. If I’m not mistaken, I met that lovely lady of yours back when we were younger… and less fragile.”
Both men belt out a laugh at Ace’s terrible joke. The stench of sweat scratching the inner workings of their nose. Eventually, Angelica butts in their wrestler bonding time with a ridiculously fake laugh.
“Yeah honey. Our buddy Ace here has our backs. We’ve chased each other’s titles throughout the years before you came in.” Dave was humorous but affirmative with his girlfriend. He was madly in love but his independent career was well before she came into the picture.
“I still remember the headlines throughout those small towns, man.” Ace seemed to be high on a nostalgia trip with his old buddy. “Chasing the Ace!: Demento challenges for championship belt!” Ace cracks a grin at his memories with the younger one of the two. Their time in the independents is now forgotten, except for the thirty year olds living in their parents’ basement, but that’s a different story.
Dave shakes his head in agreement while remembering the old times. The times when they were getting paid fifty bucks a show, even though they were spending it all Mccrap or Microwave King.
“I could never beat you for the title. You were the king.”
“And you were the Queen bitch. The King always slaps his queen around.” Ace once again grins at his joke. Those WFWF Jobbers looking at the two independent veterans with confusion but they learned to shut up. They knew Ace was once insane as Van Gogh, but wrestling was his art.
Angelica stands there looking at her man and his friend in confusion for their joking around before they’re big matches later on during the night. Her face telling a few hundred stories just stands there trying to find an answer for Ace’s appearance in Demento’s quiet time. Bennett clues in; he’s such master in mind reading that he puts Raven Symone to shame.
“You know Dave. I was just coming in here bidding you good luck in your match tonight. Reverend is a tough competitor and you should not take him lightly, man. If anything suspicious happens, I’ll be there to help you out.” Ace’s tone was affirmative and trustworthy while making his intentions clear. He seems to want Dave Demento to succeed in the WFWF and become the greatest there ever was. (Okay, that was a stretch; Dave paid me to put that in here.)
Dave seemed intrigued in his friend’s explanation of appearance. The two have had a strong friendship with a few rocky roads in between.
“Come on man. I already knew you would. And just so you know… My intentions are the same. You scratch my back and I’ll have yours.”
Just then, a WFWF stagehand enters the room. Seemingly on a mission to find a certain member of the roster. The crew member slowly makes his way to the trip in the corner and interrupts their discussion.
“Demento? There you are. You’re on in twenty. Get to the curtain immediately. By the way, both of you report to Mister Jason Anders. Don’t cross the boss.”
The stagehand wobbles his way out of the locker room, while barking orders are thrown through his headset. Demento decides that he isn’t joking around anymore, kisses his Angel on the cheek before heading out the door. Angel bids him good luck as he heads out the door.
“I hope he’ll be okay Ace.”
“He’ll be fine”
“Hey Dave…
It’s Randel…
I’m guessing you’re on the road right now… Since I’ve been put over to voicemail… I just wanted to call to let you know that I don’t hold anything you did against you… We are in a business that is constantly evolving… We can’t let our partners, friends… or foes… hold us back… We must go out there and prove ourselves… Week in, week out… The decision to hit me over the back of the head with a chair was fine… I have had the pleasure to train you… to mentor you… and finally to be your friend… But I want you to know that it’s now your turn to do the same… Good luck in the rest of your wrestling career… You and your girlfriend our always welcomed here in Japan… We live five minutes from Riberia…
It’s Randel…
I’m guessing you’re on the road right now… Since I’ve been put over to voicemail… I just wanted to call to let you know that I don’t hold anything you did against you… We are in a business that is constantly evolving… We can’t let our partners, friends… or foes… hold us back… We must go out there and prove ourselves… Week in, week out… The decision to hit me over the back of the head with a chair was fine… I have had the pleasure to train you… to mentor you… and finally to be your friend… But I want you to know that it’s now your turn to do the same… Good luck in the rest of your wrestling career… You and your girlfriend our always welcomed here in Japan… We live five minutes from Riberia…
Some of us are scared when handling change. Some of us won’t accept change, when needed, and become stale over time. I am not one of those people. I will not go out there and become one of the people who stay to collect a paycheck. I embrace change. In fact, I strive on it. Change in this business will make you and break you.
On this subject of change, and due to the fact I wasn’t able to log onto my blog last week, I want to address what happened between Randel Benjamin and myself at the Battleground PPV. A lot of you fans have been e-mailing me and tweeting me regarding what I did. I disbanded the “Extreme Duo” by knocking Randel out with a steel chair, surprisingly to quite a few cheers. It was best for my business. I knew Randel was going to retire following the show, and I’m happy he can finally spend time with his wife, so I did what was best for my career.
I know how selfish that sounds. How ungrateful that sounds for me to do that to my mentor. But Randel is a businessman. Randel would’ve done the same thing when he was younger and given the opportunity. This industry is forever changing, and Randel knows that, so I decided to give myself some momentum heading into Scars and Stripes. I did feel bad at the time, but Randel has assured me that he actually respects my decision. It’s basically of in with the new and out with the old.
Speaking of new and old, I want to focus on my match this week. This week I’m facing off against two veteran wrestlers. Both Mak Cross and Ace Andrews are world renown wrestlers. In Ace’s case, he’s a close friend of Trace Demon and is a former XWA World Heavyweight Champion. A great wrestler with great talent. Then we have Mak Cross. I’ve actually faced Mak in tag team action not so long ago. I lost that tag team encounter. Mak was at his top of the game, but since Psycho Circus, he has really lost a step.
Actually, Makavelli is in the same boat as I am. Both of us were touted as upcoming superstars and the future of the business. We both ruled the independents, were champions everywhere, and have been in terrible tag teams in the WFWF. In a somewhat odd twists of events, Me and Mak’s partners both retired in the span of a week, although Cam’s is temporary. This is what makes this match interesting. Mak, this week you will find out who is the better man and who will go on to win Scars and Stripes and become the next WFWF World Heavyweight Champion.
This week is my time to carve my name into the predicted winners list of the Scars and Stripes match. Last week I proved to Reverend Shadow, a WFWF LEGEND!, that I was able to hang with him. Take notice, because my career is about to take flight.
- Dave Demento
To Whom it May Concern,
I know that you will get this Demento, and I know that it may not matter to you right now. I am watching, waiting, and wondering what exactly you will do. Will you suffer this letter as a naïve fan, or will you take it seriously; I cannot be sure of either. Though, I do hope you will remember me at the next show, because I will be there. Good luck Demento, well will see each other soon.
With Respect,
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I know that you will get this Demento, and I know that it may not matter to you right now. I am watching, waiting, and wondering what exactly you will do. Will you suffer this letter as a naïve fan, or will you take it seriously; I cannot be sure of either. Though, I do hope you will remember me at the next show, because I will be there. Good luck Demento, well will see each other soon.
With Respect,
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