Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 18:03:26 GMT -5
The sound of balls in their respective lanes hitting the lins vibrate around the room. Dave Demento seems to be enjoying the company of his potential love interest, as a gentleman, he pays the fee to bowl. Alicia chuckles a bit and smiles at his every action.
You don't have to pay for everything, she said, I do make myself a pretty paycheck.
This brings a smile to him. His tattooed arms reach over the counter grabbing the shoes from the clerk and give them to his friend.
I know Alicia. But I want to pay for you, I don't always get a date this beautiful. I might as well be a gentleman for once.
She swiftly bites her bottom lip, clearly enjoying his compliment. Pleasure is found on both of their faces as they walk down to their lane for the night.
You first? She walks over to the machine and goes to insert her name. Or do you want to see my ass first or second?
He chuckles at her comment and shakes his head accordingly. It’s obvious that these two have something special.
I guess I'll go second, he said Might as well enjoy this dream while it last.
The two put on their shoes and pick their respective balls. A hot pink one for Alicia and navy blue for Demento. Just then, a fat man with dirty clothing makes his way to their lane.
Are you Dave Demento? WFWF wrestler, his voice shrieked as he awkwardly stares at the WFWF star. I totally want your autograph man.
His breath smelt of a combination of Cheetos and crack. His fave covered in zits and he's getting really close in Demento's personal space. Alicia backs away as she sees "The Demented One's" fist clench up. His face turning red as the fat man continues to approach his space.
Listen here Mark, I'm assuming you're smart too, His emotion becoming angrier, If I sign a napkin for you will you get out of my space?
The fat man's face shakes 'yes' in reply to the question. He pulls out a pen and grabs a nearby napkin. He hands them over to the muscular wrestler as Alicia stays back watching her man. Dave takes the pen and starts writing angrily.
Dave hands him back the napkin and the pen. A smirk emerges on his face as the fat bearded man leaves the area. Disappointment on his face.
I'm sorry for that Alicia. Stupid marks.
Its fine, babe. I got it all the time with Ace.
Her voice was soft and smooth as she started the bowling game. Their balls smack the pins throughout the night as they thoroughly enjoyed one another's company. Their game quickly came to an end as Dave returns the shoes and goes outside to pull up the car in the rainy night.
He heads outside, but much to his surprise was the Mark from inside the bowling alley. He was waiting with two larger bearded men with lead pipes.
You insult my intelligence and you think you can get away with it?
The smallest bearded man starts to smile sadistically as the other two men emerge with an evil grin on their faces. Demento walks away from them in a hurry but to no avail as they catch up to him and smack him in the legs with a cold lead pipe shot. Dave goes down hard as the smallest bearded man orders the others to place him in the trunk of his car.
Dave. You've made a big mistake man. You're dealing with the wrong people in town but I have a proposition for you...
His voice was slow and methodical as he walked over to his fallen prey. A sadistic laugh comes from his vocal cords as the wrestler is placed into the trunk.
You come with us and we will extend a welcome hand or we finish you off right here in this parking lot.
Just then, Alicia Bennett runs out from the building. Her hair getting drenched in rain as she runs over to the trio of bearded men. Her voice trembles as she tries to get through them.
What are you doing with him!?!?!? LET HIM F*CKING GO!!!
Her plead is not met as the supposed leader of the crew grabs her arms and holds it tight. He raises one arm and places it on her forehead.
“Pretty little lady, with the power invested in me, thou shalt not remember what just transpired with us. For you shall live normally now.”
Her eyes become glazed as she looks at the men dumbfounded. Her memory clearly erased from the night as she walks back into the bowling alley, looking for shelter from the rain. The three men then shut the trunk and jump into the car and speed off into the rainy night.
Inside a dark gloomy room, a bearded man slowly rocks eerily in a his classic rocking chair. The creeking of the chair slows down with each motion as the man reaches over to the side table and lights the lantern. His eye bloodshot as his straw hat is positioned on his long brown hair. He picks up a old dirty book and brushes the dust from it. He opens it quietly and looks straight into the fire that is burning in the middle of the room.
“Once upon a time, there was a kingdom which held home to the greatest knights in the country. The knights were all battle scarred as the big war of the summer had finished. Thy community was all engaged in celebration as parties were held all over. The wooden houses had ash emerging from their chimneys and the smell of food surrounded the war town. The knights were all worn out except for one.”
The big bearded man continued to rock in his chair. The book's pages get flipped as the man's intense glare into the book with a sick sadistic smile. His lips once again touch each other as he once again focuses on the lines written in the book.
“The one knight stayed in the deep dark realms of the King's castle. His sword was slashing the training dummy with his long strokes. Straw flying from the dummy as the Knight's head covers itself with sweat. For his forehead to his epic beard is all red as he huffs and puffs while destroying his inanimate enemy.”
The rotund preacher then stops rocking his chair as two large men walk into the small room. They surround the fire and sit down cross-legged as if in a kindergarten classroom. The man's voice erupts in a sinister laugh as the men launch salt into the fire, letting the flames go higher. The commander then slums back into his chair and starts rocking while recalling the story.
“Then a wild wolf howl emerged from the outer side of the kingdom's walls. The vicious howl echoes throughout the town frightening the locals and all the great knights. All stepped down from the challenge as they ran into their houses and locked the doors. There was nobody to defend the once quaint little town... nobody except for one.”
The bearded man then sits up and turns the page while looking at the monsters of men sitting down next to his lap. They are under his command and he knew that well.
“Then the brave Knight knew he had a fight on his hands. It was his goal to let his pride of the city takes over to kill this evil intruder. He swiftly put on his armor and grabbed his most trustworthy sword and began his quest. The wolf made his way into the town as the clocks all struck midnight. Darkness everywhere as the monster and the man meet in the town square. All alone.”
The two monsters of men swerve to his every word as their eyes remain fixated on the fire occupying the middle of the room. The dark and sinister man knew that whatever he said, they would all listen. His story would remain engraved in their minds forever.
“It wouldn't be until the third strike of the bell above the kingdom's church, that the monstrous wolf and the brave Knight would finally square off for the city. The kingdom was up for grabs and whoever won would conquer the land. For the winner will be the strongest of them all.”
The bearded men continue to gaze into the big fire and its flames as the story from the book has become the second most important in the room. For it wasn't the story from the book now, it was the story from His mouth that captivates His followers.
“The Knight and the Wolf circled each other while eyeing each other for what seemed as if three eternities. The King remained on the ledge of the top of his castle with a fantastic bird's eye view of the action. The wolf tried to strike first but it was dodged by the King's favorite knight. Then the wolf was slashed with the edge of the sword. The wolf's eyes were glazed as he fell from the pain. The Knight stood tall over his fallen foe.
The King came down from his castle to congratulate the Knight's courageous efforts. "As the pride King of the mighty land, I shall now pronounce you my greatest House Carl." The proudest king of them all awarded the Knight with the oldest sword of all times. But the death of the monster was all a decoy and the Wolf came back to its legs. He picked up steam and charged at the Knight. The Wolf jammed his claws through the mighty armor of the Sir and stabbed his heart. For the Knight died instantly at the King's feet.”
The two monstrous men are now joined by two smaller men around the fire. The flames get higher with every word as it gets hotter. The flames touching the roof of the room as ash and smoke find their way into everyone's eyes and throats.
“For the Wolf was an ultimate opportunist as he charged at the King. His eyes fueled by vengeance and hate as his claws get harder when in the air. His claws eventually meet with the heart of the King as both animals fall to the ground. The King's body now filled with nothingness as the Wolf got right back up and smirked at his fallen prey. He let's out a loud howl in memory of his carnage.”
The big bearded man stood up from his rocking chair and tossed the book into the tremendous fire. The pages explode into flames as the imagery wows the faithful sitting around it. The commander let's out a big whistle as the fire goes away instantly leaving the room with nothing but darkness.
“This is what will happen to that fool named Mak Cross. We are the ones who will emerge with the International Championship after Scars and Stripes. Dave Demento is our new pet project. For he was lost and is now found. He was left to feed himself on his own by everybody in the WFWF. Then he reached into my hands and found me and my Nest awaiting for him. We shall reveal ourselves at Scars and Stripes but until then. We have sent my prodigal son in Dave Demento to warn all of you who I am and what I'm capable of. MY NAME IS CROW.”
This article was found on the personal computer of Dave Demento prior to his disappearance. The opinions, beliefs and views do not reflect the views of the WFWF staff nor any of its sponsors.
Well here goes another version of this personal blog of mine. I’ve been feeling as it this thing hasn’t been getting as many views as it has before. I don’t know if that reflects the interest of this website or the lack of interest in Dave Demento. It pains me to see how my life has changed since I’ve garnered my own voice and broke off from Benjamin’s side.
It has been such a rollercoaster year for me. I started it off without a job, sleeping in my wrestling gym and being all alone as I watched the wrestling world go on past me. I had nothing to live for. For all I was concerned, my career was over. I was done. Dave Demento was done. There at a ripe age of twenty nine, I was done. Finished with everything. My life was complete. I had my chances and then I blew them all.
That’s when I found Him. He helped me when I needed it. He’s the one who told me to get up off my ass and do something with my career. I listened. I learnt from Him. Without Him, my career would be dead. He made sure I got up off my ass and I worked out and got back to ring shape. He made sure that I wasn’t done with this profession that I love so much.
He cleansed me from the alcohol and drugs dependence that I had started when I finished up the WFWF. I had about two months left before my body quit on me and I would become just another statistic. I could see the headlines now: “Another Wrestler Dead!” and “Another Wrestler Joins Tha CBT”. Not really the latter, because whoever cared about him anyway.
To get back on topic, I was under the snowball effect. My dreams had been crushed. Then He helped me and I got another chance. I had received another shot to live my dreams and conquer my goals. I trained and trained real hard and then it was set. I returned to the WFWF in the first ever United Kingdom tapings. I fought of Cam Nitta and Mak Cross. I came in swinging hard, and then I missed. Then I lost contact with Him.
When He wasn’t here anymore, my career started dying once again. I turned for the worse again as I was left with my two old buddies. They helped me get through the dark days where winning was never to be seen. I was dying once again, two months to live. But I was damn sure going to do while in the ring.
Then He came knocking at my door once again. For He had started a quest to find me. But he wanted it to be a secret. If I let it loose that I knew who He was, he would leave me dying. But now, He has once again captured my heart. He is my love, my passion and my spirit. He cleansed me once again and now I shall win this International Championship as a gift for Him.
But now, seeing the card, life comes into a complete full circle. I first fell into my deep depression when I lost to Thunder, who also finds himself in the semi finals of this tournament. And then, I came back and then lost to Mak Cross. Then my addiction returned…
Then He told me to smarten up and then I came back to the greatest shape of my year. And then I was inserted into the International Championship tournament. Two weeks ago was my first step to redemption for Him. I defeated the Devilkiller and then the Devil came to my side.
He has told me to take care of Mak Cross and to bring the International Championship home. For my performance goes out to Him. At Scars and Stripes, He shall make his presence known. Be scared.
- “His Friend” Dave Demento
You don't have to pay for everything, she said, I do make myself a pretty paycheck.
This brings a smile to him. His tattooed arms reach over the counter grabbing the shoes from the clerk and give them to his friend.
I know Alicia. But I want to pay for you, I don't always get a date this beautiful. I might as well be a gentleman for once.
She swiftly bites her bottom lip, clearly enjoying his compliment. Pleasure is found on both of their faces as they walk down to their lane for the night.
You first? She walks over to the machine and goes to insert her name. Or do you want to see my ass first or second?
He chuckles at her comment and shakes his head accordingly. It’s obvious that these two have something special.
I guess I'll go second, he said Might as well enjoy this dream while it last.
The two put on their shoes and pick their respective balls. A hot pink one for Alicia and navy blue for Demento. Just then, a fat man with dirty clothing makes his way to their lane.
Are you Dave Demento? WFWF wrestler, his voice shrieked as he awkwardly stares at the WFWF star. I totally want your autograph man.
His breath smelt of a combination of Cheetos and crack. His fave covered in zits and he's getting really close in Demento's personal space. Alicia backs away as she sees "The Demented One's" fist clench up. His face turning red as the fat man continues to approach his space.
Listen here Mark, I'm assuming you're smart too, His emotion becoming angrier, If I sign a napkin for you will you get out of my space?
The fat man's face shakes 'yes' in reply to the question. He pulls out a pen and grabs a nearby napkin. He hands them over to the muscular wrestler as Alicia stays back watching her man. Dave takes the pen and starts writing angrily.
Dear Mark,
You're obviously very smart and are here with your mother. But if you ever come up to me again during my down time with my friends, I will gladly help you lose some weight in your face by slapping it off. This is not a threat, more so a promise. Now go tell your friends online about this warning.
Love,
Dave
You're obviously very smart and are here with your mother. But if you ever come up to me again during my down time with my friends, I will gladly help you lose some weight in your face by slapping it off. This is not a threat, more so a promise. Now go tell your friends online about this warning.
Love,
Dave
Dave hands him back the napkin and the pen. A smirk emerges on his face as the fat bearded man leaves the area. Disappointment on his face.
I'm sorry for that Alicia. Stupid marks.
Its fine, babe. I got it all the time with Ace.
Her voice was soft and smooth as she started the bowling game. Their balls smack the pins throughout the night as they thoroughly enjoyed one another's company. Their game quickly came to an end as Dave returns the shoes and goes outside to pull up the car in the rainy night.
He heads outside, but much to his surprise was the Mark from inside the bowling alley. He was waiting with two larger bearded men with lead pipes.
You insult my intelligence and you think you can get away with it?
The smallest bearded man starts to smile sadistically as the other two men emerge with an evil grin on their faces. Demento walks away from them in a hurry but to no avail as they catch up to him and smack him in the legs with a cold lead pipe shot. Dave goes down hard as the smallest bearded man orders the others to place him in the trunk of his car.
Dave. You've made a big mistake man. You're dealing with the wrong people in town but I have a proposition for you...
His voice was slow and methodical as he walked over to his fallen prey. A sadistic laugh comes from his vocal cords as the wrestler is placed into the trunk.
You come with us and we will extend a welcome hand or we finish you off right here in this parking lot.
Just then, Alicia Bennett runs out from the building. Her hair getting drenched in rain as she runs over to the trio of bearded men. Her voice trembles as she tries to get through them.
What are you doing with him!?!?!? LET HIM F*CKING GO!!!
Her plead is not met as the supposed leader of the crew grabs her arms and holds it tight. He raises one arm and places it on her forehead.
“Pretty little lady, with the power invested in me, thou shalt not remember what just transpired with us. For you shall live normally now.”
Her eyes become glazed as she looks at the men dumbfounded. Her memory clearly erased from the night as she walks back into the bowling alley, looking for shelter from the rain. The three men then shut the trunk and jump into the car and speed off into the rainy night.
Inside a dark gloomy room, a bearded man slowly rocks eerily in a his classic rocking chair. The creeking of the chair slows down with each motion as the man reaches over to the side table and lights the lantern. His eye bloodshot as his straw hat is positioned on his long brown hair. He picks up a old dirty book and brushes the dust from it. He opens it quietly and looks straight into the fire that is burning in the middle of the room.
“Once upon a time, there was a kingdom which held home to the greatest knights in the country. The knights were all battle scarred as the big war of the summer had finished. Thy community was all engaged in celebration as parties were held all over. The wooden houses had ash emerging from their chimneys and the smell of food surrounded the war town. The knights were all worn out except for one.”
The big bearded man continued to rock in his chair. The book's pages get flipped as the man's intense glare into the book with a sick sadistic smile. His lips once again touch each other as he once again focuses on the lines written in the book.
“The one knight stayed in the deep dark realms of the King's castle. His sword was slashing the training dummy with his long strokes. Straw flying from the dummy as the Knight's head covers itself with sweat. For his forehead to his epic beard is all red as he huffs and puffs while destroying his inanimate enemy.”
The rotund preacher then stops rocking his chair as two large men walk into the small room. They surround the fire and sit down cross-legged as if in a kindergarten classroom. The man's voice erupts in a sinister laugh as the men launch salt into the fire, letting the flames go higher. The commander then slums back into his chair and starts rocking while recalling the story.
“Then a wild wolf howl emerged from the outer side of the kingdom's walls. The vicious howl echoes throughout the town frightening the locals and all the great knights. All stepped down from the challenge as they ran into their houses and locked the doors. There was nobody to defend the once quaint little town... nobody except for one.”
The bearded man then sits up and turns the page while looking at the monsters of men sitting down next to his lap. They are under his command and he knew that well.
“Then the brave Knight knew he had a fight on his hands. It was his goal to let his pride of the city takes over to kill this evil intruder. He swiftly put on his armor and grabbed his most trustworthy sword and began his quest. The wolf made his way into the town as the clocks all struck midnight. Darkness everywhere as the monster and the man meet in the town square. All alone.”
The two monsters of men swerve to his every word as their eyes remain fixated on the fire occupying the middle of the room. The dark and sinister man knew that whatever he said, they would all listen. His story would remain engraved in their minds forever.
“It wouldn't be until the third strike of the bell above the kingdom's church, that the monstrous wolf and the brave Knight would finally square off for the city. The kingdom was up for grabs and whoever won would conquer the land. For the winner will be the strongest of them all.”
The bearded men continue to gaze into the big fire and its flames as the story from the book has become the second most important in the room. For it wasn't the story from the book now, it was the story from His mouth that captivates His followers.
“The Knight and the Wolf circled each other while eyeing each other for what seemed as if three eternities. The King remained on the ledge of the top of his castle with a fantastic bird's eye view of the action. The wolf tried to strike first but it was dodged by the King's favorite knight. Then the wolf was slashed with the edge of the sword. The wolf's eyes were glazed as he fell from the pain. The Knight stood tall over his fallen foe.
The King came down from his castle to congratulate the Knight's courageous efforts. "As the pride King of the mighty land, I shall now pronounce you my greatest House Carl." The proudest king of them all awarded the Knight with the oldest sword of all times. But the death of the monster was all a decoy and the Wolf came back to its legs. He picked up steam and charged at the Knight. The Wolf jammed his claws through the mighty armor of the Sir and stabbed his heart. For the Knight died instantly at the King's feet.”
The two monstrous men are now joined by two smaller men around the fire. The flames get higher with every word as it gets hotter. The flames touching the roof of the room as ash and smoke find their way into everyone's eyes and throats.
“For the Wolf was an ultimate opportunist as he charged at the King. His eyes fueled by vengeance and hate as his claws get harder when in the air. His claws eventually meet with the heart of the King as both animals fall to the ground. The King's body now filled with nothingness as the Wolf got right back up and smirked at his fallen prey. He let's out a loud howl in memory of his carnage.”
The big bearded man stood up from his rocking chair and tossed the book into the tremendous fire. The pages explode into flames as the imagery wows the faithful sitting around it. The commander let's out a big whistle as the fire goes away instantly leaving the room with nothing but darkness.
“This is what will happen to that fool named Mak Cross. We are the ones who will emerge with the International Championship after Scars and Stripes. Dave Demento is our new pet project. For he was lost and is now found. He was left to feed himself on his own by everybody in the WFWF. Then he reached into my hands and found me and my Nest awaiting for him. We shall reveal ourselves at Scars and Stripes but until then. We have sent my prodigal son in Dave Demento to warn all of you who I am and what I'm capable of. MY NAME IS CROW.”
This article was found on the personal computer of Dave Demento prior to his disappearance. The opinions, beliefs and views do not reflect the views of the WFWF staff nor any of its sponsors.
Well here goes another version of this personal blog of mine. I’ve been feeling as it this thing hasn’t been getting as many views as it has before. I don’t know if that reflects the interest of this website or the lack of interest in Dave Demento. It pains me to see how my life has changed since I’ve garnered my own voice and broke off from Benjamin’s side.
It has been such a rollercoaster year for me. I started it off without a job, sleeping in my wrestling gym and being all alone as I watched the wrestling world go on past me. I had nothing to live for. For all I was concerned, my career was over. I was done. Dave Demento was done. There at a ripe age of twenty nine, I was done. Finished with everything. My life was complete. I had my chances and then I blew them all.
That’s when I found Him. He helped me when I needed it. He’s the one who told me to get up off my ass and do something with my career. I listened. I learnt from Him. Without Him, my career would be dead. He made sure I got up off my ass and I worked out and got back to ring shape. He made sure that I wasn’t done with this profession that I love so much.
He cleansed me from the alcohol and drugs dependence that I had started when I finished up the WFWF. I had about two months left before my body quit on me and I would become just another statistic. I could see the headlines now: “Another Wrestler Dead!” and “Another Wrestler Joins Tha CBT”. Not really the latter, because whoever cared about him anyway.
To get back on topic, I was under the snowball effect. My dreams had been crushed. Then He helped me and I got another chance. I had received another shot to live my dreams and conquer my goals. I trained and trained real hard and then it was set. I returned to the WFWF in the first ever United Kingdom tapings. I fought of Cam Nitta and Mak Cross. I came in swinging hard, and then I missed. Then I lost contact with Him.
When He wasn’t here anymore, my career started dying once again. I turned for the worse again as I was left with my two old buddies. They helped me get through the dark days where winning was never to be seen. I was dying once again, two months to live. But I was damn sure going to do while in the ring.
Then He came knocking at my door once again. For He had started a quest to find me. But he wanted it to be a secret. If I let it loose that I knew who He was, he would leave me dying. But now, He has once again captured my heart. He is my love, my passion and my spirit. He cleansed me once again and now I shall win this International Championship as a gift for Him.
But now, seeing the card, life comes into a complete full circle. I first fell into my deep depression when I lost to Thunder, who also finds himself in the semi finals of this tournament. And then, I came back and then lost to Mak Cross. Then my addiction returned…
Then He told me to smarten up and then I came back to the greatest shape of my year. And then I was inserted into the International Championship tournament. Two weeks ago was my first step to redemption for Him. I defeated the Devilkiller and then the Devil came to my side.
He has told me to take care of Mak Cross and to bring the International Championship home. For my performance goes out to Him. At Scars and Stripes, He shall make his presence known. Be scared.
- “His Friend” Dave Demento
