Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 11:06:50 GMT -5
“Till the roof comes off,
Till the lights go out,
Till my legs give out,
Can’t shut my mouth.”
Left…Right…Left…Back and forth... From the catering table to his locker… Back and forth… It’s uncontrollable… Thoughts going through Demento’s head…
“How in the hell did I lose that match?”
“I’m the best in the world.”
“The most talented technical artist here.”
“This can’t be right.”
“F*ck…”
Randel Benjamin: Hey man… You did well.
Dave Demento: Did well? You think losing to a man that has barely competed in the past few weeks is doing well? What the f*ck is wrong with your head?
Randel Benjamin: We tried our best… The man is number one contender for a reason… No need to sweat about it.
No need to sweat about it? What the f*ck is Randy thinking? He’s been in this business long enough to understand what I’m going though. How is this a “Don’t sweat about it” matter?
Dave Demento: What the f*ck are you talking about man. I have a family to feed. I have bills to pay. I can’t go out there and lose every f*cking week. It’s bad enough these fans hate me. And now you come in here and tell me “Not to sweat about it”?
Randel Benjamin: Yes. David. Look at me. A loss is a loss. There is always next week.
There is always next week? Is he f*cking drunk? This sport is about winning. If you aren’t winning you’re losing.
Dave Demento reaches for a water to calm his nerves. Stress is never a good thing in this business. His heart starting to come to a normal pace, Demento thinks about the good life. What it’s like being a good guy.
Dave Demento: Have you ever wondered what it’s like being the good guy for a change?
Randel Benjamin: Being the face? Dave. What’s wrong with you? We’ve never been the good guys. Back in Japan, we were the bad guys. Have you hit your head too hard? We were designed to be the bad guys.
Dave Demento: Well, f*ck this. I’m sick of having to be the bad guy. I’m sick of being this loud mouth character. F*ck. This is wrestling. I’m done with this whole soap opera sh*t. Randy, I’m ready for a change.
Double-D heads for the door before being stopped by his friend Randel. Randel pulls him back and takes him back to a flashback…
<…>
Tokyo, Japan – Japan Wrestling Project – summer 2007
Unknown: You ready kid?
Dave Demento, a skinny bloke from Toronto, Canada, stands amazed by the vast audience inside the famous Tokyo Dome. How did he get here? A year earlier he was losing weight and training intensely at the Toronto Wrestling Academy.
Unknown: Kid? Are you ready? This is your big break.
Demento is greeted by his tag team partner for the night, a big gigantic man billed from Toronto. The man, a veteran of the sport, decides that taking the young rising star under his wing would be best for the business.
Randel: Listen here kid. I’ll start this match off, and then around the three minute mark, I’ll tag you in. Got it?
Dave: Got it. Thanks again man for this huge opportunity.
Randel: Don’t sweat about the audience kid; let your god-given abilities guide you through the match.
The duo from Toronto starts the match off against their Japanese opponents: The Yung Brothers. James and Jin Yung, notoriously known in Japan for their excellent tag team wrestling, seemed to be the fan favorites going into the bout.
About three minutes in, Randel Benjamin drags the body of Jin Yung towards his corner. He tags in the young Dave Demento and Double-D goes to town with body kicks to the Japanese Veteran. Demento grabs a hold of Yung’s wild locks and delivers continuous German Suplexes.
Jin: Lay of… hair… Dave-san…
Dave picks the veteran back up, he hoists him on his shoulders, throws him up and viciously drops him down on his awaiting knee! Jin collapses in the middle of the ring as the referee counts the three! Dave Demento has won his first match in Japan.
Randel: Congratulations kid. You did it, go bask in your glory.
Randel leaves the ring as Dave climbs outside the ring and starts berating the Japanese fans. Cussing them out, as some would call it, didn’t seem like a good idea once the young star went backstage.
Dave reaches his locker room as all the boys in the back kept silent. Randel walks up to Dave with a look of gratitude.
Randel: You did well out there, kid. A little harsh on the crowd, eh?
Dave: Something I picked up in Toronto.
Randel: Well, kid, you can’t do that here. These Japanese fans don’t respond well to the blurred lines of kayfabe.
Just as Randel finishes his sentence, a large Japanese male slammed his way through the door. The Japanese male quickly pulls out a switchblade as Randel steps in front of his newfound protégé.
Unknown: Watashi wa meinu no sore no musuko o motte mimashou?
The Japanese male swings at Randel but is met with a Knife-Edge Chop to the throat. The large man falls down to the ground as security escorts the two Canadians out of the Tokyo Dome. Most fans throwing garbage, racial slurs and death threats to the young rookie.
That is how I became the most hated man in all of Japanese Wrestling. The story broke out with the large male early next morning. All over the newspaper, the tabloids and television stations around that country.
They excluded Randel’s interaction in the stories and I was painted as the bad guy of the situation. I was the one people hated, the promoters didn’t want. I was blackballed throughout the world of Japanese Wrestling.
<…>
We’re back to reality. Randel and Dave are still recalling their time in Japan before a familiar face enters the room. Devilkiller, the WFWF National Champion, walks into the room with a glooming smile on his face. Dave walks up to him and they get face to face.
Dave Demento: You better keep that title warm kid… I’m coming to get it soon… Hold it tight… before I prove that I’m the best in the world.
Double-D exits the room as Randel snickers in the background. Devilkiller blowing off Dave’s comments as Benjamin leaves right behind his confused personality partner.
Till the lights go out,
Till my legs give out,
Can’t shut my mouth.”
Left…Right…Left…Back and forth... From the catering table to his locker… Back and forth… It’s uncontrollable… Thoughts going through Demento’s head…
“How in the hell did I lose that match?”
“I’m the best in the world.”
“The most talented technical artist here.”
“This can’t be right.”
“F*ck…”
Randel Benjamin: Hey man… You did well.
Dave Demento: Did well? You think losing to a man that has barely competed in the past few weeks is doing well? What the f*ck is wrong with your head?
Randel Benjamin: We tried our best… The man is number one contender for a reason… No need to sweat about it.
No need to sweat about it? What the f*ck is Randy thinking? He’s been in this business long enough to understand what I’m going though. How is this a “Don’t sweat about it” matter?
Dave Demento: What the f*ck are you talking about man. I have a family to feed. I have bills to pay. I can’t go out there and lose every f*cking week. It’s bad enough these fans hate me. And now you come in here and tell me “Not to sweat about it”?
Randel Benjamin: Yes. David. Look at me. A loss is a loss. There is always next week.
There is always next week? Is he f*cking drunk? This sport is about winning. If you aren’t winning you’re losing.
Dave Demento reaches for a water to calm his nerves. Stress is never a good thing in this business. His heart starting to come to a normal pace, Demento thinks about the good life. What it’s like being a good guy.
Dave Demento: Have you ever wondered what it’s like being the good guy for a change?
Randel Benjamin: Being the face? Dave. What’s wrong with you? We’ve never been the good guys. Back in Japan, we were the bad guys. Have you hit your head too hard? We were designed to be the bad guys.
Dave Demento: Well, f*ck this. I’m sick of having to be the bad guy. I’m sick of being this loud mouth character. F*ck. This is wrestling. I’m done with this whole soap opera sh*t. Randy, I’m ready for a change.
Double-D heads for the door before being stopped by his friend Randel. Randel pulls him back and takes him back to a flashback…
<…>
Tokyo, Japan – Japan Wrestling Project – summer 2007
Unknown: You ready kid?
Dave Demento, a skinny bloke from Toronto, Canada, stands amazed by the vast audience inside the famous Tokyo Dome. How did he get here? A year earlier he was losing weight and training intensely at the Toronto Wrestling Academy.
Unknown: Kid? Are you ready? This is your big break.
Demento is greeted by his tag team partner for the night, a big gigantic man billed from Toronto. The man, a veteran of the sport, decides that taking the young rising star under his wing would be best for the business.
Randel: Listen here kid. I’ll start this match off, and then around the three minute mark, I’ll tag you in. Got it?
Dave: Got it. Thanks again man for this huge opportunity.
Randel: Don’t sweat about the audience kid; let your god-given abilities guide you through the match.
The duo from Toronto starts the match off against their Japanese opponents: The Yung Brothers. James and Jin Yung, notoriously known in Japan for their excellent tag team wrestling, seemed to be the fan favorites going into the bout.
About three minutes in, Randel Benjamin drags the body of Jin Yung towards his corner. He tags in the young Dave Demento and Double-D goes to town with body kicks to the Japanese Veteran. Demento grabs a hold of Yung’s wild locks and delivers continuous German Suplexes.
Jin: Lay of… hair… Dave-san…
Dave picks the veteran back up, he hoists him on his shoulders, throws him up and viciously drops him down on his awaiting knee! Jin collapses in the middle of the ring as the referee counts the three! Dave Demento has won his first match in Japan.
Randel: Congratulations kid. You did it, go bask in your glory.
Randel leaves the ring as Dave climbs outside the ring and starts berating the Japanese fans. Cussing them out, as some would call it, didn’t seem like a good idea once the young star went backstage.
Dave reaches his locker room as all the boys in the back kept silent. Randel walks up to Dave with a look of gratitude.
Randel: You did well out there, kid. A little harsh on the crowd, eh?
Dave: Something I picked up in Toronto.
Randel: Well, kid, you can’t do that here. These Japanese fans don’t respond well to the blurred lines of kayfabe.
Just as Randel finishes his sentence, a large Japanese male slammed his way through the door. The Japanese male quickly pulls out a switchblade as Randel steps in front of his newfound protégé.
Unknown: Watashi wa meinu no sore no musuko o motte mimashou?
The Japanese male swings at Randel but is met with a Knife-Edge Chop to the throat. The large man falls down to the ground as security escorts the two Canadians out of the Tokyo Dome. Most fans throwing garbage, racial slurs and death threats to the young rookie.
That is how I became the most hated man in all of Japanese Wrestling. The story broke out with the large male early next morning. All over the newspaper, the tabloids and television stations around that country.
They excluded Randel’s interaction in the stories and I was painted as the bad guy of the situation. I was the one people hated, the promoters didn’t want. I was blackballed throughout the world of Japanese Wrestling.
<…>
We’re back to reality. Randel and Dave are still recalling their time in Japan before a familiar face enters the room. Devilkiller, the WFWF National Champion, walks into the room with a glooming smile on his face. Dave walks up to him and they get face to face.
Dave Demento: You better keep that title warm kid… I’m coming to get it soon… Hold it tight… before I prove that I’m the best in the world.
Double-D exits the room as Randel snickers in the background. Devilkiller blowing off Dave’s comments as Benjamin leaves right behind his confused personality partner.
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You see, there is this idea that I’m not good enough. That Dave Demento should not be a contracted wrestler in the WFWF. That Dave Demento is hated by the fans and he should just leave the promotion. That I should just pack up and go home. I should lose my smile and retire. Dave Demento should retire. Dave Demento should leave the promotion. Dave Demento is the scum of the earth and should die.But that’s not how it goes. I don’t know if I’m convincing myself here, or I’m doing this for you the fans, I go out there in that ring and I bust my balls for a living. I’m not in it for the money. No. I hate those people who are in this business for the money. Wrestling is my passion. Entertaining you fans is my passion. Making sure you have got your money worth is my passion. But I’m hated for it.
The boys in the back need to understand this. I’ve been beaten, battered and almost killed for this opportunity. I’ve been released by this promotion, but I fought my way back. I made sure I was living my dream. I love learning the art and the sport of wrestling. Its f*cking awesome!
Some of you might not understand my reasoning for my passion. You might not understand my look, my tattoos, and my attitude. But you need to understand that I wrestle for you, the fans. If it weren’t for you, I would be living inside a cardboard box on the side of some Toronto bridge. It’s sad but it’s true. I’m doing this for all of you.
But there are some guys in the back who question my sanity. They question my passion for this business. They don’t understand me and they want to hurt me. Sure, I’ve made some bad decisions and sure I’ve made some enemies, but I didn’t personally attack you. Listen here Shawn, you might not like me but I respect the hell out of you. You got this idea that I’m out to get you, but I’m not. I’m here to do business and to wrestle. That handicap match was biased. I said it. It was unfair for you and your well-being before this big pay-per-view.
I was contracted by a man named Trace Demon. Yes, all of you WFWF fans should know who he is. But there is information that ya’ll don’t know about. You see, at the last Revolution, I was contracted by the devilish man known as Trace Demon. He paid me extra money to take out his target. He booked me into that handicap match so I would destroy Shawn Malakai. Was it a stupid business decision on my part? Yes. Do I regret it? Yes. If I could would I change the decision? Yes. But here’s the catch, I was promised some things from Trace Demon in that contract he made me sign.
One: A match with a popular WFWF superstar.
Two: My own locker room in the back.
Three: A main event match at the next PPV: WFWF Battleground
Did I get my three wishes? No. I only received the first wish. Lesson learned to never trust the lamp in which you rub. I learned to never trust the devil. I will never sell my soul to the devil again. I was screwed. That sounds familiar, doesn’t it? But here’s the difference, this is coming from my heart and not the written page that Trace Demon has written for the show.
But now, due to the f*ck up between Trace Demon and myself, I find myself standing across the ring, in yet another tag team match, from the duo of Thunder and Ace Bennett.
Wait a second. Did I just say that I’m facing Ace f*cking Bennett? I’m facing Ace f*cking Bennett on PPV! What a chance to show that I’m the best technical wrestler in the world. I can defeat two future Hall of Famers in one match. By god is that golly? There is a catch with Ace Bennett. I actually respect Bennett a whole lot better than the guys in the back. You see, Ace Bennett is one of the smaller wrestlers in the world. Standing at only five feet ten, he’s accomplished what so many of us want. He accomplished greatness, but he couldn’t win the big one. He’s been wrestling off and on with the WFWF since 2008 but his career highlight is teaming up with the likes of David Brennan and Michael Kyzer to form the New Epoch. Congratulations Ace. You did well. Now go back to your sh*tty apartment and hang on to the lost glory of yours.
Actually, most of you casual fans might not know this. But I was going to compete against Ace Bennett in my career. There was a promotion in Japan, known as Gattaca, and it was run by a retired WFWF wrestler: Justin Tyger. Tyger had just announced a working agreement with multiple companies and I was supposed to come in. The stage was set as their show, Halo VI, was coming up. They signed both Ace Bennett and I. We were all set to perform for the company but then we were told that there was no time for our match. We were bumped off the card so Justin Tyger and Mike Bockwinkel could shine.
So Ace, while you might remember that cold night in Japan, I will never forget your actions afterwards. We both went back to the States and worked our asses off for the Indy smarks. You worked hard. I worked hard. But you got signed to this company first. You arrived to the WFWF before I did. I used to think that we had a pact. I thought we said that we’ll make it to the big times together. But you arrived and you showed your abilities. I stayed home before I was called to the promotion as a f*cking mouthpiece. I asked for my release so I could get out of this place, then I shed my weight, and now I’m the best technical wrestler in the world.
Then in your corner, you have mister Thunder. Listen here Michael, this isn’t sour grapes, but I have something to get off my chest. Back in my first stint with the WFWF, you were a full-blown Main Eventer. You had it all: The chicks, the glory and the luxury. You were, and quite frankly still are, one of the biggest ass-kissers in the industry. You were in Xavier Peirce’s high regards, so he basically awarded you with the WFWF Tag Team Championships. Along with Ripp Jackson, you defeated Randel Benjamin and, dare I say it…
Me.
You have already defeated Randel and me in the Tag Team scene. Did you deserve your victory? Yes. Did you deserve a better partner than Ripp Jackson? Yes, anyways when was that drunken Irish bastard ever relevant? Should you have been our opponent in that Tag match? Nope. Last time I checked, I was told to say that I wanted change in the company, we should have battled it out with young and hungry up and comers. Trust me, if it were a real fight, I would have had Randel there to kick your spiky hair all over the damn arena.
Like I said earlier, the writing that I’m currently doing is all from the heart of Dave Demento. There are no scripts. I’m done with the scripts. F*ck the writers. If they wanted me to dress up as a damned bunny, I would gladly pack up and leave again.
This tag team match has a lot on the line. From the moment I’ve walked into that very ring, I’ve been told to perform each match as if it’s my very last. This match is a chance for both Ace Bennett and Thunder to prove that they’re Immortal. That there legacy will be enriched inside the hollow walls of the future WFWF Museum.
But it’s different for Randel and I. For those who don’t read the sh*tty dirtsheets, my partner Randel is reported to retire from wrestling in due time. I actually don’t blame him. He’s competed all over the world to entertain all of you: the fans. He’s been hated from Japan to Hawaii. But what has he gotten from it? Nothing. He’s pissed all the money he’s received during his forty-year career down the drain.
That’s where I step in. I’m helping my mentor. I’m not doing it as a performer. No, I’m doing it as his friend. The dude is going onto sixty five years old and he’s got nothing. He’s got no tapes, he’s got no cash and he has no family. That man is dedicated to this sport that he blew off his wife to travel Japan. That is why, as a retirement gift, I’m going to assure that Randel gets the victory this Sunday. Ever since he helped my fat ass in the ring of Japan, he’s earned my respect and I hope that he’s earned your too.
Ace Bennett. Thunder. This is going to be a war. Not any kind of war. This is going to be World War III. I fully expect both of you to go to hell’s end to destroy both Randel and myself. I respect that. But I hope that you guys know what you have gotten yourselves into. Randel has told me that he’s going to show some flare from Japan. I’m going to guarantee that there will be bloodshed. I guarantee that this match will take years off of all of our careers. I guarantee that the two men who come out victorious will have earned the winnings. I guarantee that this match will not be pretty. I want to bleed. I want both of you to bleed. I want Randel to bleed. I want you guys to give us all you got.
May the best men win.
- Dave Demento
Revvie 
