Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2013 16:25:00 GMT -5
What happened to the times of equal fighting in the WFWF? It didn’t matter on if you were a hobo, a lesbian, a transvestite, an Obo or even a fifty year old man. As long as you had that heart to do this, you had a contract. And now, as I sat back and watched this company, everybody is the same. Scarlett Quinn, Mak Cross, Cam Nitta, Ace Bennett, among the others on the roster is the same. They all say they’re better and their heroes.
That sickens me to see all this crowd pandering and ass kissing.
But I saw one man who was shoved to the sidelines and left for dead. This one man was different and was kicked out of the federation due to discrimination. For he had no problem exposing the truth of then owner Xavier Pierce…
Then his life came spiraling down when he was relieved of his duties. His house was repossessed as was his car. He had nothing left except for his wrestling and training the futures stars of tomorrow. He downed himself with tons of bottles of Jack Daniels and old fashion cigarettes. His mind and his body filled with pain as he struggled to keep himself in check.
He slept on the floor.
Had no friends except for the bugs that crawl on top of him.
Sh*t and pissed on the floor.
He was spiraling out of control. And one day, I waltzed into the gym to see him lifeless on the ground. His breath was leaving and his spirit gone. And then instinct kicked in. For he was a brother in arms and was in the same spot as I was. I gathered up his body into my arms and cradled him like he was my child. I breathed life into that lifeless body in a leap and he saw the meaning of his ways once again.
That’s where his allegiance to me was established.
Where our friendship began.
When his eyes reopened, all he saw was my big dark eyes. But there was a sparkle when he looked at me. His eyes were locked on to me as my grin became bigger. I couldn’t help myself, I had a follower. For his life was saved by this big bearded man in the crazy part of Toronto, Ontario.
I was his savior. I was his only saving grace.
And then the opportunity struck. Here was this once great specimen of muscle and skill lying in my arms and every word. His eyes never left mine as he became the sheep in my wolf pen. My mind was racing as it was clear that I met this man for a reason. He was forever in my control.
“Fear not the army of wolves led by the sheep; fear the army of sheep led by the wolf.”
Then the plan came together, he I was sitting beside this tattooed youngster and I laid out the plan in front of his eyes. Multiple months ahead of the moment that would change the landscape of professional wrestling forever.
First of all, Dave Demento needed to return to the WFWF. Once I got him back into ring shape, I brought in one of my sheep: Randye. As stupid as he was, Randye had a purpose in this masterpiece of a plan. In some stupid decisions, Randye, with an IQ of 67, got a job as the personal assistant to Xavier Pierce. I had convinced Randye to bug that son of a bitch Pierce about resigning the duo of Randel Benjamin and Dave Demento. Pierce snapped under the annoyance of my sheep and offered the two a lucrative contract: their own locker room, their own tour buses and a huge raise in pay.
Once Demento got the job back, I had to make sure that he lost every single match that he competed in. It destroyed his ego as he always came back to me, weeping and complaining about his misfortunes. When he lost, he drank away his sorrows; therefore he always needed my help. I kept reassuring him about our plan and how it’ll lead him to greatness, but it almost fell apart.
Demento’s patience with my very skilful plan was simmering. He always wanted to win and he always wanted to show his true talents in the ring. To keep him as one of my sheep, I let him win over Cam Nitta. There he was after his win with a huge ego. He boasted his win every chance he got and that irked me. He was becoming like every other WFWF superstar; and I wanted it stopped. That’s when the choice of life and death stayed in my hands…
There was Randye and Demento in the back of my old and rugged box van with gags in their mouths and their eyes covered with gassed rags. Just the three of us in the deep dark woods in the middle of nowhere. Nobody could find us and nobody would have if I didn’t take the wrong turn and emerged into the driveway of an old and creepy wooden house. Painted in old farmhouse white was the building with a fire in front of the house. And all I could see was these huge men with two smaller girls by their sides. Their attention had focused on my truck as they slowly walk their way towards to me. I couldn’t back away now. As they approached me, my head turned towards my two sheep in the back.
The two men got closer as I quickly realized they weren’t normal. Both of them walked taller than my truck as their beards grew down to their chests. The smell of alcohol sopped though their skin as their eyes became glossy and sparkled as they come into contact with mine. I knew that feeling once before as it happened with Randye and then with Dave. These large men seemed to fall immediately fell under my spell. And it was then clear to me that I had this special ability in me.
This is what I needed to destroy those people who discriminate against us…
In these four men inside my truck, I saw my plan come to life. I have four oddities all beside me as my grin continues to grow. Then I saw it. The house that I am parked in front of is a sign of greatness. The two monsters in front of me guide me and my sheep out of the car and into the house. My eyes lit up like Christmas trees as I see this whole wrestling ring in the middle of the room. The staircases surround it and they go up multiple flights before reaching the next floor. The only lights in the house were the burning candles as the wax melts onto the ground, sizzling out. The monsters throw a rocking chair in the middle of the ring as they untie the rags around my sheep’s eyes. Demento and Randye’s eyes bloodshot, they follow the monsters into the ring. The four men just gaze deeply into my eyes as they signal for me to come sit down in that rocking chair. I oblige as I plop down with a huge grin on my face as my four sheep sit down next to me, all smiles.
My plan is working and my army of sheep is confidently behind me.
I can vividly remember how I got this plan to take its first steps to greatness. I had taken the long trip to Japan to meet up with the one man who had many inside contacts. Randel Benjamin sat there with a burger in front of him as Dave Demento sat beside me on the bench. It was roughly around midnight as I needed to sort some things out.
You’re telling me that you’re negotiating a return to the WFWF for me?
Yeah…
Not interested.
He was firm in his decision as he takes another bite of his burger. It was a Big Mac if I recall correctly and it was his third of the night. His breath stunk as sweat poured from his head, but he kept eating.
I’ve already been over there, mate. I was treated like shit. Why would I go back?
For the fame, the fortune and the rabid WFWF fans. Come on, you love the sport.
I love the sport, but I’d rather do it where I’m respected. Y’know here in Japan, I actually like the promoters. Over here, egos don’t get in the way of this sport.
My plan was going to come to a screeching halt if Benjamin wouldn’t have accepted. I was almost out of ideas until I realized Demento has fell asleep leaning on the restaurant window. The sheep sitting next to me was my golden ticket into Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. And it was going to be sweet.
Look into this man, Randel. Your so called “best-friend” is dying. I walked in to see him in a heap on the floor. Pills and alcohol surrounding him and what did you do?
I was coming back in a few weeks.
You did nothing Randel. I took this man and sheltered him. For he was naked and I clothed him. I was that beacon of light in which he needed. And as he’s ready to go back to what he loves, you come in and put a stop to it.
He’d be better over here. And nobody asked you to do that stuff, mate. What do you want? A pat on the back?
His tone had risen between bites as small pieces of processed meat flew down into his burger box. It was disgusting and churning my stomach at every breath. It was sickening but I had to sit through it. I had to do it for the plan to rule this promotion.
You’re missing the point Randel. You’re not going to be with your friends forever. People change, and look what it has done to Dave here. He needs you as much as he needs to go back to wrestling. The little leagues don’t work for him. He needs to big time and he needs you Randel. Come on, for Dave here.
I’ve been in this business for a long time, too long in fact. And the only thing I have left is Japan and Dave here. I’ll do it.
I would like to thank you mist…
I’ll do it with a catch.
Of course there’s a catch. There is always a catch with these idiots in the wrestling world. Nobody could do what’s best for others; Nobody except for me. But as his burger went down his extra-large throat, he laid down his side of the agreement.
First of all Soloman, is it? I want fifty percent of Demento’s contractual pay. That doesn’t include any bonuses but it lasts for the full two years of his contract. If anything should happen to his contractual status, including rises in pay, I would get sixty percent.
Doesn’t that sound as if a bit much? I’m not trying to step on your toes, but do you want him to go back into a deep depression?
No. Not at all, mate. I just know how crappy the pay is over there. I’m not a bad guy, but I’m a business person above all. I would want the correct sum of money owed to me for my contributions to the wrestling world. I’ve shed enough blood to earn a significant pay rise.
He was driving a tough bargain and he could tell how badly I wanted this opportunity. He has transitioned from his burger to his third large soda all while driving home his next few conditions. Truthfully, I wasn’t listening to his shit. I knew he was going to screw Dave out of a boat load of money, but my attention was focused elsewhere.
Outside stood a young Japanese man with some longer hair, he had a blonde stripe down the middle of his hairline and he seemed bummed out. A cigarette in one hand with a roll of twenties in the other. He seemed to find someone of his interest, but I was sure she was a prostitute. She looked like the community cow that everybody had milked in their heyday. After a while, I finally laid my finger on who it was. The man outside the window was none other than previous WFWF star, Raiden Takahashi. Yeah I know, to Google you go, but this man was touted as one of the fastest rising stars in the WFWF. Then egos got in the way as they only wanted Cam Nitta to be the only Asian wrestler.
But it’s not worth complaining about; he seemed to have found some pleasure back home, if you catch my drift. Randel had finished up his side of the deal as he sat there looking at me. I eventually came to my senses and agreed to his screwy conditions. But it was set; my plan is coming to fruition. Randel left the building with a loud burp erupting from his mouth as I was left with this Id-ridden Dave Demento. As a true Sheppard, I led my sheep to our pen for the night. For the first step of domination was complete.
Come on. Lock him up. There you go. Twist the arm.
Here they are, my babies in the ring applying wrist locks and several other restholds. Multiple strands of their beard hair found itself on the mat, but who did I care, I could make them eat for that matter. But that isn’t the point. I’ve got to get these monsters prepped for when we show up. I shall not put the weight on my shoulders, as I preach that we are all equal to their little minds. They believe it, so it goes directly with my plan.
That’s it. Break it up. Go take a shower.
The first one to leave the ring was the bigger of the two. He has long black hair with a scruffy beard down to his chest. His face has seen a thousand wars, as scars cover themselves up with each other. He seemed laid back when I found him, dressed in a wifebeater and jeans when I found him lifeless in this state. But he has that power. He can pick up and twist you into a pretzel using at least a thousand different holds. He’s a technical genius who was one of the most feared men in the Australian wrestling scene. Then he got offered a contract with the WFWF. It was 2005 or so and he was brought into the developments. Got one win and was turned into a childish dancer. He didn’t deserve that and now that it’s drilled out of his head, it won’t be brought up again.
I call him Lucas.
One more hold, Solomon? May I please?
No. Young one. I don’t want you hurt.
He quickly obliges, as he knows when to shut his mouth and know his role in this plan. This man with no hair on his head but a huge beard is my second in command. He always finds himself dressed in some outlandish outfits, including a disgusting engineer suit but he doesn’t seem to care. I realized something about him when I got to know him; he’s an intelligent force to be reckoned with. He’s great with numbers and always wants to learn. I have to proceed to him with caution and if he gets too smart, my plan will go to shit. He’s my sheep and he has risen to the challenge.
I call him Matthew.
These are my men and they know their place and where they stand is behind me. They gave me their house, their clothes and their lives for a place into my community. My community of love and my community where we don’t judge people on their differences. This community, let’s call it my “Nest”, is for all of those who have been judged and told that they’re not worth the time for others. This Nest is for all of whom have been discriminated, harassed, bullied and the ones who have been told they’re not good enough.
Mister Crowe? I have Dave’s contract here for you.
Oh yes, bring it here Randye. I knew that you would come through.
It says… says that some gu… guy named Brandel Enjamin are owe… owed a lot of monies. What… What is that ‘bout?
Oh nothing Randye. Just a business proposition I had with a dude. Nothing to worry about.
But I’m your law… lawyer. I need know this stu… stuff.
Randye, I’ve told you all you need to know. This Randel note is not supposed to be there.
Randel? Oh... that’s my name too.
Yes. I lied to Randye. But it was for good reason, I did in fact hire him as my “lawyer” but that’s just a nameplate for his room. He was never all there; I don’t think he ever was. He looked smart when I first met him so I needed to use him for my plan. He was different from the others. Always much more colorful than his contemporaries. And he needed me. He was shunned from his local town, it was in fact very religious and they didn’t accept his kind. He didn’t follow the way of God, and he didn’t like women, so he was defective. He needed me. I needed him for a short job but he has grown on to me. He has become just as much of the plan as Dave has. They are my sheep. And they are mine to keep for my use. I’m their puppet master and they are just the secondary characters in this horror story.
Dear Thunder,
I can recall seeing you live on the television screen a few years ago. You were the main man and the focus of the promotion. You went out there and wrestled every single night. You were the favorite of those young, old, fat and skinny fans. You were their hero, Thunder. Without you, this company would be main evented by the likes of the BenjA Harts, the GraveDiggers and the Justin Tygers of this world. And who the hell wants that every single week on the television?
I sure of hell don’t want that.
But Thunder, your time has come already. You are now just a mere shell of yourself from years ago. It’s like you just don’t care anymore. You just head out to that ring, hold up a smile and go through the motions day in and day out. Are you just collecting a paycheck or are you just doing this for that nostalgia you get when you head out there? Is it for your love of the sport or is it because you can’t get enough of your buddy Shawn’s precious package?
You know, I am not like all the other guys you’ve encountered in the past. I’ve looked death into the eye and simply laughed at his attempts to seduce me. I was twelve then Thunder. A car crash involving my high father and my drunken mother. And now, I despise the thought of those two objects. They’re a way out for people who can’t face their decisions head on. They’re for cowards.
That is why I extend my hand for those who won’t handle their challenges in a duel. These people I surround myself with have problems of enormous size. Some of them are gay, drunks, stoners, teenage mothers and overall bad people. But I shall change them to good citizens in my community.
And Thunder, you are one of those people that I extend my very hand too. You won’t handle your challenge head on.
You can’t get over the fact that Stacy has passed on.
Why don’t you start realizing that she isn’t coming back? You continue to look for her comfort and her sweet personality, but it is not coming back. Once that hourglass comes to a stop, you’re gone. It affects a lot of your friends, family and acquaintances but there is nothing you can do about it. Thunder, I will always be here for you. Through thick and thin, this hand I extend won’t budge.
Just come into my community. You will be a warm welcome to ‘The Nest’.
But just as much as I want to help you, I still want you destroyed. You have something that bothers you. It sickens you. It still hurts you to this day. If you could go back and change things you would. But let me explain something to you. YOU CAN’T CHANGE THE PAST!
You have to live in the moment and think about your future. Truth is Thunder. Your future is dark. You try to live up to what is expected of you in the ring, but you’re burnt out. You’re trying to help your friend which of whom is dying, but you sit there helpless as his life dwells into the abyss. You try to act all nice to you sister, but you really can’t stand her.
I know you a hell of a lot more than you know yourself Thunder. I’ve studied you and now I will send my sheep Demento into that ring and he will complete my task for me. He will go into that ring and exploit you for what you have become. Worthless, talentless, burnt out and the list goes on.
But once the smoke on the water clears, I will stand there extending my hand to you. It’s up to you if you want to accept because we hear in The Nest don’t judge. We will stand tall with that International Championship as the first step of our journey shall be completed.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Cam Nitta, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Penny Shannon, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Matthew Peterson, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Whisper, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Yukio Blaze, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Shawn Malaki, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Joe Bishop, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Devilkiller, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Matt Stephens, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Leon Kano, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Giselle Von Wolf, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Jayson Garrett, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Ace Bennett, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Dex, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Reverend Shadow, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Chase Landon, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Jay Money, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Ryu Hayashi, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Ryan Daniels, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Trace Demon, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Scarlett Quinn, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Dave Demento, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, the WFWF, I will kill you.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, The Battle Royal, I will win you.
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Scars and Stripes… Remember the date. This is the date that The Nest liberates the WFWF fans of the poison that his filled its television screen. For months the WFWF has been infected by those who insult the intelligence of their fans.
You’ve had Scarlett Quinn parade around the arena thinking she’s a champion. When in fact, she can’t live up to her parents’ name.
Then you have Shawn Malakai walking around as if he was screwed from his championship dream. Truthfully, he just was never good enough.
And when you have people who think they’re bigger than what they are running around the place like their sh*t don’t stink, well there is going to be ego problems. And as much of a psychopath as he is, Trace Demon can’t control all of them.
Trace freaking Demon can’t control them. He’s only one man.
That’s where I step in. I have a whole army of followers behind me and they will guarantee that the rest of the WFWF Roster won’t be able to hurt me. My disciples are right there behind me. They have been out casted but have found the light in me. I AM THEIR SAVIOUR AND I WILL SAVE THE WFWF FROM SELF-DESTRUCTION.
That is why when Crow enters the Scars and Stripes battle royal, We will win that shot at the WFWF Championship. I will walk into that arena with nothing except for my sheep but I will walk out with the International Championship and the Number One Contendership to the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
“I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hmmm? You know... You know what I've noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying! If, tomorrow, I tell the press that, like, a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all "part of the plan". But when I say that one little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses their minds!” – The Joker
And what The Joker has said was exactly what I am going to do to this company. When somebody new comes in and wants to destroy the company, everybody laughs. They simply let them fizzle away in their hype. I’ve seen it for years. The Andrew Carters and such of have come in walked out just as fast as they hyped themselves up. They come in and improvise on their planning. But then you have the ones who come in with a plan and who will succeed in what they want.
Those are guys like Philip Schneider. Those are guys like Reverend Shadow.
But I am not like those guys. They have egos that get in the way. This the difference between Crow and those men. I have no ego and I’m doing this not only for me but for all of those who have been mistreated in their lives.
This is for all of us who need closure.
- Crow
You’ve had Scarlett Quinn parade around the arena thinking she’s a champion. When in fact, she can’t live up to her parents’ name.
Then you have Shawn Malakai walking around as if he was screwed from his championship dream. Truthfully, he just was never good enough.
And when you have people who think they’re bigger than what they are running around the place like their sh*t don’t stink, well there is going to be ego problems. And as much of a psychopath as he is, Trace Demon can’t control all of them.
Trace freaking Demon can’t control them. He’s only one man.
That’s where I step in. I have a whole army of followers behind me and they will guarantee that the rest of the WFWF Roster won’t be able to hurt me. My disciples are right there behind me. They have been out casted but have found the light in me. I AM THEIR SAVIOUR AND I WILL SAVE THE WFWF FROM SELF-DESTRUCTION.
That is why when Crow enters the Scars and Stripes battle royal, We will win that shot at the WFWF Championship. I will walk into that arena with nothing except for my sheep but I will walk out with the International Championship and the Number One Contendership to the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
“I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hmmm? You know... You know what I've noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan." Even if the plan is horrifying! If, tomorrow, I tell the press that, like, a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all "part of the plan". But when I say that one little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses their minds!” – The Joker
And what The Joker has said was exactly what I am going to do to this company. When somebody new comes in and wants to destroy the company, everybody laughs. They simply let them fizzle away in their hype. I’ve seen it for years. The Andrew Carters and such of have come in walked out just as fast as they hyped themselves up. They come in and improvise on their planning. But then you have the ones who come in with a plan and who will succeed in what they want.
Those are guys like Philip Schneider. Those are guys like Reverend Shadow.
But I am not like those guys. They have egos that get in the way. This the difference between Crow and those men. I have no ego and I’m doing this not only for me but for all of those who have been mistreated in their lives.
This is for all of us who need closure.
- Crow
