Post by Markw on Jul 4, 2014 11:30:24 GMT -5
WFWF Twisted – What Is To Be Done?
Some people really aren't very grateful are they?
Dave Demento for example.
This is a man, who was left half-dead by Solomon Crow. Solomon Crow, who has destroyed everyone who got close to him, everyone but me, anyway.
Solomon Crow tried to do to me what he had done to the likes of Dave Demento, to the woman who saved my life, to Randye, Lukas, Matthew probably many more before them. One way or another he has dismantled their lives. But Solomon, Solomon couldn't destroy me.
I got there first.
I ended Solomon Crow. I ended the man who put Dave Demento out of action. The man who put Dave Demento through hell.
And now, conveniently, Demento has returned. Just one show after me and Trace did his dirty work for him.
You're a coward Demento. You're absolutely pathetic. You've been sitting on your butt, moping about Solomon Crow while I was plotting his destruction. And now that he's finished, you come back running your mouth off.
“I'm taking back what's rightfully mine”, “I'm coming for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship”, “I'm going to rule this place.”
No.
No, you're not.
You're going to do exactly what you did last time you were in the WFWF. You're going to fail.
Let's ignore the eight defeats in your first nine WFWF matches. Let's ignore the fact that you have won only four matches in your entire career.
Let's go straight to the interesting stuff. Let's skip to when you finally managed to string THREE wins together, and claimed the International Championship. That's where we find out just how pathetic Dave Demento is. That's when we find out, that after years of fighting to win the International Championship, Dave Demento kept hold of it for all of five minutes. And how did he respond? Well after being destroyed by Solomon Crow, he went home, he had a good cry, and he did nothing about it.
Unlike me, he let Solomon Crow walk all over him.
And now, when Crow is finally vanquished, perhaps the worst WFWF wrestler in living memory makes his triumphant return. Interrupting the real International Champion Joe Bishop and perhaps the greatest wrestler in WFWF history Trace Demon. Not only does he have the audacity to do that, but this man, who has failed time and time again, announces that he's coming for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
I mean, you really couldn't make it up, could you?
How can Dave Demento possibly claim to be the next WFWF World Champion and keep a straight face?
I don't fear you Dave. Once upon a time I might have pitied you. You're clearly delusional. But I have no time for pity anymore.
You're a fly. You buzz about, you make a lot of noise, you bash your head against the window looking confused. You're like Reckless, or Jayson Garrett, or Devilkiller. In the past I've been lenient with these bugs, I've been gentle with them. But I'm really getting very, very frustrated.
And unfortunately for you, I've reached breaking point, I'm sick and tired of putting up with the likes of you. So at Twisted, I'm going to roll up a newspaper, lift it high in the air and...
SPLAT.
I'm going to deal with you.
---
19th January 2014 – The Night After Joe Bishop Joined The Nest
“How do I know I can trust you?”
Solomon stared through me, his piercing eyes all that was visible in the darkness.
“Mary trusts me. You trust Mary.”
“I trust Mary, I don't necessarily tryst her judgement.”
“Why shouldn't you trust me?”
He asked, I considered my position for a moment before finally saying what had been playing on my mind from the moment I came into Solomon's world.
“Dave Demento trusted you, as soon as he won the International Championship, you crushed him.”
The eyes of Solomon Crow came thrusting towards me, until they were directly in front of mine, a deranged grin on his face.
“Matthew trusts me, Lukas trusts me, Randye trusts me. They haven't suffered the same fate as Demento.”
True, although not particularly convincing.
“Demento got what was coming to him, he overstepped his mark.”
Lukas chimed in.
“Lukas is right Joe, Dave did get what was coming to him. But not because he won the International Championship.”
“Why then?”
“Joe you need to understand what the Nest is, how it works. We want to change things, society has rejected us, all of us. Professional wrestling has shunned us. We've been treated like animals. And now, we want to change society. We want to rebuild it in our own image. To do that, everyone has to be pulling in the same direction.”
“And Demento wasn't?”
Crow rocked back and forth on his rocking chair with a much a greater intensity. His face red, as he replied in a much harsher tone.
“Dave cared only about himself. He was interested in personal accolades, not in our cause. He deserved what he got and more. If you want to be one of us, you need to realise that the cause comes before anything else. Or we will achieve nothing.”
“I want to change the WFWF. I want to rid that promotion of the men who keep us down. But I only want that, if it includes removing Trace Demon's head from his neck.”
I do want what the Nest wants, I want to rebuild the WFWF, a just WFWF. A WFWF that allows those with talent, who have been held down, to rise up. Trace Demon epitomises that, the man screwed me out of a shot at the International Championship, and he did it without even realising he was doing it. He stamped on me, like I was an ant, without even noticing. The WFWF needs to be rebuilt, but to do that it's owner needs to be crushed. And he needs to know, that the man who did it to him, is Joe Bishop.
“I think that can be arranged.”
Responded Solomon, smiling.
“So, we're going to mould the WFWF in our image?” Solomon nodded in response to my question, “How?”
“I'm going to win the WFWF Championship at SuperBrawl, the Nest is going to stand tall, we make a statement, and from there? We rip through everyone who stands in our path.”
“It's as simple as that?”
“Joe, leave the finer details to me. All you need to do is keep on course. I'll worry about the bigger picture.”
It was hard not to believe him. He had an aura around him, it was easy to see how he sucked so many people in. He gave all of us, people who have been shat on by the world, a cause to fight for. A cause for us to believe in. But more importantly a cause I was convinced he believed in. We all believed that, me, Mary, Randye, Lukas, Matthew, I imagine Demento believed it. And we were going to make it happen. We were going to make sure his vision played out on the biggest stage of them all, SuperBrawl. And I would put to rest the demon that has haunted me for two years.
---
18th April 2014 – Two Days Before Reborn
I don't enjoy being wrong, I try not to make a habit of it. Because I know that at some point I'll have to tell the whole world, that I was wrong. And doing that gives me this sickening sensation, that's eating away at me right now.
But I was wrong. Trace Demon was right.
I picked the wrong side.
And now, I can't afford to be stubborn. I can't let it keep eating away at me. I've got to put it right, no matter how sick it makes me feel.
“Trace.”
I enquired, walking into his office. Trace remained perched behind his desk, flicking his eyes towards me momentarily before returning to the laptop in front of him.
“Ah Joe, what brings you here?”
“...You were right.”
The smugness was palpable.
“Sorry, I didn't quite catch that.”
You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?
“You were right.”
“I get that a lot.”
Ugh.
“I did pick the wrong side, I was so obsessed with doing things the 'right way', I was determined not to be pulled in to the politics of this place, and the end result is, I'm a nobody. A loser. And if there really is a war on the horizon... then I don't want to be on the wrong side again.”
Trace now focused his attention on me, seemingly bemused at my presence.
“And you've come to me for help?”
“Yes. I do need your help. I need your help to get where I want to be.”
Feed the ego.
“I'm not exactly the generous type, if you want me to help you, then there needs to be something in it for me. I didn't get to the top by fighting other peoples battles.”
“You were right about me, you said that I chose the wrong side and that's absolutely true. But you were wrong about yourself. You said that you had SuperBrawl covered, yet I don't see the WFWF Championship in this office.”
The mood lowered. Trace returned to his laptop, either as a result of me successfully plucking a nerve, or because he had become bored with me. Either way I got the impression that I wasn't exactly on sturdy ground as he snapped back.
“What's your point.”
“Solomon Crow, is the reason you lost the WFWF Championship, let's face it, if it's you and Shawn Malakai one on one, then there's only one winner. Now I know you're going to want to get that title back, but if I understand you as well as I think I do, you're going to want Solomon Crow's head on a spike. That's exactly what I want right now Trace.”
“Hang on a second, are you suggesting I need help dealing with Solomon Crow?” Trace laughed, “I could destroy Solomon Crow like that.” he insisted, snapping his fingers.
“Okay, maybe you can deal with Solomon Crow. But you're fighting a war on two fronts, you want to run Lila Sleater out of town and you want to take back the WFWF Championship. The problem is, that Solomon Crow, Drakz, Phillip Schneider, anyone who sets their sights on that title isn't going to be fighting on two fronts. We both know that when you came to me before SuperBrawl, you were trying to recruit me, you weren't just doing it out of the goodness of your heart. Trace, I can help you win that war.”
I leaned forwards, unsuccessfully attempting to recapture his attention.
“I don't need you to help me win back the WFWF Championship, and I can handle Lila Sleater on my own, you saw first hand what I can do with the right leverage when I seized control of this company at Battleground." Trace looked back towards me, taking a second to calculate his next move, "But you're right, I didn't just come to you offering friendly advice. If I do this on my own, make no mistake, it's a war I will win. But it would be a war of attrition, and that's not what I want. I want a blitzkrieg. I want a violent, bloody revolution. And you can help make that happen.”
He spoke with an intoxicating intensity. With a desire that I could certainly relate to. The more he talked, the more I felt convinced that I was doing the right thing. I loathed the aura of arrogance, the sickening confidence, but I admired it to. Because while I've seen it so many times before, with Trace it felt... justified. But I was making no commitment until I was confident that I'll get what I want. I'm not being burnt by Trace Demon again.
“And I want to, believe me I do and I will. But first, I want to destroy Solomon Crow. If you think you can make that happen, then make it happen and you'll have yourself a professional revolutionary.”
“I can give you Solomon Crow.”
He assured me.
“How?”
“You despise me right?”
Pretty much.
“Not really.”
“No, you do.”
What?
“Okay....”
“And so does Lila Sleater.”
“So?”
“So when I face Solomon Crow at Reborn, Lila Sleater isn't going to take a lot of convincing to put you inside a steel cage with me, is she? Leave it to me.”
I smiled as he again turned his attention away from me.
“It's been nice doing business with you Joe, but I'm a very busy man, see yourself out.”
And just like that I had sold my soul to the devil. I placed my faith in the man I've loathed or over a year. I had become part of his master-plan.
“Oh and...”
Pausing half way through the door, I turned my head towards the Demon.
“Remember what happens to Solomon Crow, because if you cross me, that's what will happen to you.”
---
Solomon Crow is brilliant at manipulating people. He knows what they want to hear and it's what he tells them. He tells them what they want to hear, for one reason and one reason only.
To get himself to the top.
Well that's what Trace Demon does isn't it? He's using you to get to the top, surely?
I would have thought the same not so long ago.
But no, that's not what is happening here.
Because Trace Demon doesn't tell people what they want to hear.
He tells them the truth.
And the truth, sometimes, isn't that pretty. But sometimes you need to hear it. Sometimes you need to hear things as they are, even if it isn't very pleasant.
See Solomon Crow promised me a Revolution, he told me that we would rebuild the WFWF. But his words were empty. He told me what I had to hear, to stay on side. To get him the WFWF Championship.
Trace Demon told me he'd give me Solomon Crow. And within a show, he had done it.
That's the difference. Trace Demon means what he says and he's almost always right.
I told myself that Solomon Crow was my saviour, because at the time I needed saving. I told myself that Trace Demon was the devil, because I needed a scape goat. An excuse, for accomplishing f*** all after years of toiling away in the WFWF.
And I got it the wrong way round.
Trace Demon is the man who can change things, who can do what he says he'll do. Unlike Solomon Crow, he knows how to fight a war and win it. He knows what it is going to take to change the WFWF. To put an end to Lila Sleater's project.
And he also knows, how to push me, to get where I deserve to be.
If I fail him, then I'll get the same treatment that Dave Demento got at the hands of Solomon Crow.
I know that, I understand it.
But the difference is, Trace Demon is not setting me up to fail. Because if I fail, then Trace Demon fails, and I'm pretty confident, that that isn't going to be happening.
What is happening here, is that the WFWF is being rebuilt. The destruction and eradication of Solomon was the first shockwave, and there will be many, many more. As we eradicate the poison that is being pumped through the WFWF's system. As we return this once great company to it's former heights. As we return the man who embodies everything the WFWF should be, Trace Demon, to his throne.
I will work night and day to make sure that happens. Every second of my life will be dedicated to this cause, which cannot fail. And I will be there, when the time comes, to continue the legacy of this final revolution.
---
Johnny, I'll admit, I've been pretty impressed with your start.
Sure you've only taken on the sludge that collects at the bottom of WFWF cards, but you've looked impressive. You've clearly got some experience, you've made few mistakes so far and you've dealt with what has been put in front of you pretty comfortably.
Now, it's time for your wake up call.
See at Twisted you'll be facing you haven't encountered in your WFWF career to date, in fact something I'd be surprised to hear you'd ever encountered.
You're going to be taking on, well the best professional wrestling has to offer. And not just two men who have 13 title reigns between them, but two men who have a point to prove.
Two men looking to make a statement, to re-shape the WFWF. To return it to it's former glory.
Luckily for you though, I really don't give a crap about you. And I doubt Trace Demon does.
So my advice to you would be, to leave well alone. Stand on the apron, watch what happens to Dave Demento, and think about what it would be to be on the end of what's happening to him. Think about what happens when you get on my bad side.
Think about what you need to do, to make sure that never, ever happens.
You can come out of this match relatively unscathed, as long as you stand well away and let Demento take the fall.
I hope you do. Because as I say, I like what I've seen, it'd be a shame to have to end such a promising career so early on.
But if it's necessary, I won't think twice about doing it.
For you, that's what this match is about. Can you be a good little boy, stand in the corner, and not get involved in what's going on. Or are you going to do something stupid, and see your WFWF career, your wrestling career, cut short. I hope for your sake, you don't do anything stupid.
Now Dave. Sometimes we have to swallow our pride. We have to admit something that makes us feel sick to the pit of our stomachs. We have to admit to the whole world what we are.
I did it. I trusted Solomon Crow, I was wrong, and I admitted it. I spent a year telling the world that Trace Demon is the most loathsome man on the planet. I was wrong, I stood up and I admitted it. Even though doing it made me feel crap, because I know that in the long run, that's what's best for me.
We all know that if you had the balls to become a WFWF Champion, to be the face of this industry, to topple The Final Revolution, then you wouldn't have ran away with your tail between your legs. You wouldn't have let Solomon Crow get away with it, if you were the kind of man that can achieve greatness.
Now, before what happened to Solomon Crow, happens to you. You need to admit it.
It'll make you feel crap, it'll eat away at you. But it's the truth, and Dave, I know you don't want to hear this, but it's what's best for you.
If you walk away now, admit you made a mistake, then you'll lose your pride.
And that'll suck.
But the alternative is much, much worse for you. The alternative is sucking every single meal from now on, out of a straw. The alternative is having your brain mashed to a pulp. The alternative is a fate worse than death. That's what you're getting, if you, a man who has accomplished sweet f*** all, stand in the way of this army.
It may not seem like it, but I'm being kind right now. I am giving you an out route. I'm letting you know what will happen if you keep going down this path.
But fail to heed this warning, turn up to WFWF Twisted, and you'll get no restraint from me, and no restraint from Trace Demon. You'll have your pride forced down your throat, and what happened to you post-Solomon will look like a f***ing vacation.
That's the reality. They're your options.
Choose.
And when this inevitably falls on deaf ears, don't say you weren't warned.
OOC: Big thanks to Trace and Proggy for letting me use their characters.
