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THE UNEASY QUESTIONS
October 2nd, 2014
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
21:06
“The Takeover” was a brutal card from start to finish. The Phillip Schneider annihilation of Dex was brutal on the eyes, I haven’t seen that much blood in a while. And on the other end of the stick, the commentary provided by The Final Revolution was absolutely brutal on the ears. You could pretty well hear Jason Anders’ sweat pour through the microphone. Joe Bishop and Kyle Matthews both need to hit puberty. And dare I say it, but Trace Demon was at least tolerable.
But the most brutal thing I seen on that night was the absolute destruction of Nikki’s arm. An image that will forever be burned into my eyes will be the way her arm got contorted around the ring post. And I thought I had seen it all when Solomon Crow almost ripped my damn ear off.
I rushed my way into the trainer’s room as quickly as I could on that night, hoping I could try and help someway in this devastating situation. With the International championship slung over my shoulder, following a pure war with Daniel Kirkbride, I enter the room to find Penny sitting next to that fierce woman of a warrior.
“Hey guys. How you feeling, Nikki?”
“About as good as I can be, given the situation.”
“Yeah, it’s never fun being back here. Josh, Penny and I have spent more than enough time in this room and on that table.”
“I don’t plan on making this a habit.”
Tenacity. I like that. She’s going to come out stronger than before. I can guarantee that.
“My advice, don’t cut corners during rehab.”
“Dave’s right, honey. I know you’re already thinking about the road back, but let’s take it one step at a time.”
“Why hasn’t she got it x-rayed?”
“We’re not leaving until Josh’s match is over.”
“SOS sticks together in the good times and bad times.”
“Damn right we do.”
There was a knock at the door behind me and as I turn around, it opens slightly. And a pimply, young stagehand pokes his head inside. Is he afraid to enter the room with the four of us or something? Is he afraid Trace will fire him if he talks to us? All very good questions.
“I know you guys asked for some privacy. And I hate to interrupt, but Josh you’re up next.”
Well there’s the answer to my questions.
“Okay.”
Josh heads over to the trainer’s table and grabs his hoodie. We got to look good when we make our entrance. That’s the SOStyle. Josh gives her a peck on the cheek, before waving me out of the room with him.
“Make sure she’s comfortable.”
“You got it. Go handle your business, we’ll be right here when you get back.”
He leaves, looking to end that losing streak of his against Jayson Garrett. Who may or may not contain Salmonella. A rat bit him, dude. Meanwhile, one of those WFWF cameras continued to focus on me, and we’re live.
“Sh*t, what are we going to do?”
Another great question. Although, this one was serious. With Nikki out, and an inevitable stable warfare on the horizon, just what are we going to do?
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IN YOUR FACE
October 5th, 2014
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
22:12
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Dave Demento
in
LIFE GOES ON
A "Men & Monsters" Roleplay
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THE BEST OF ME
October 6th, 2014
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
16:32
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ARRIVAL
October 7th, 2014
Atlanta, Georgia
7:47
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Ticking Time Bombs
October 7th, 2014
Atlanta, Georgia
14:58
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MY F*CKING NIGHTMARE
October 7th, 2014
Atlanta, Georgia
15: 23
“Nightmare!(now your nightmare comes to life)
Dragged ya down below
Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain't on your side
An old acquaintance severed
Burn the world your last endeavor”
“Flesh is burning
You can smell it in the air
'Cause men like you have
Such easy soul to steal (steal)
So stand in line while
They ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave
Until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness,
Turning, haunting, yearning
Pull the trigger”
“You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your f*ckin' nightmare
(While your nightmare comes to life)”
“Can't wake up in a sweat
'Cause it ain't over yet
Still dancing with your demons
Victim of your own creation
Beyond the will to fight
Where all that's wrong is right
Where hate don't need a reason
Loathing self-assassination”
“You've been lied to
Just to rape you of your site
And now they have the nerve
To tell you how to feel (feel)
So sedated as they
Medicate your brain
And while you slowly
Go insane they tell ya
"Given with the best intentions
Help you with your complications"”
“You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah
Oh, it's your f*ckin' nightmare”
“Fight
Not to fail
Not to fall
Or you'll end up like the others”
“Die
Die again
Drenched in sin
With no respect for another”
“Down
Feel the fire (fire)
Feel the hate
Your pain is what we desire”
“Lost
Hit the wall (wall)
Watch you crawl (crawl)
Such a replaceable liar”
“And I know you hear their voices (calling from above)
And I know they may seem real (these signals of love)
But our life's made up of choices (some without appeal)
They took for granted your soul
And it's ours now to steal”
“(As your nightmare comes to life)
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah
Ooh, it's your f*ckin' nightmare” - “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold
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IN YOUR FACE
October 5th, 2014
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
22:12
The news broke earlier this morning that Dave Demento will meet mayor Rob Ford tomorrow evening. I don’t get what all the hype is about, this is just another media appearance for me. Go there with the International belt, a nice suit and my million dollar smile. Meet whoever I’m meeting and answer questions if I’m asked.
While it isn’t as important to me, Randel rushed through town to come to my place when he first heard the news. He seems much more excited for this than I am. Not kidding you, he brought his own suit with him and he expects to make his way on camera. That mention by The Final Revolution awful’s commentary really changed his attitude to his professional wrestling career.
“What if I made a big comeback?”
“No.”
“Why not, I could do it.”
Having a near seventy year old man who is severely out of shape isn’t exactly the big comeback anybody wants.
“Just think of it Dave. We could finally get those tag titles we wanted back in the day.”
“No.”
I believe Penny and Josh are wanting to go for them, I’m not going to stop them. I have my title anyway.
“I already have my title.”
“You could have two! One for each arm. Dave, I could do this. I could get back in peak physical shape. Workout five times a week and go for some jogs every morning. In one year I would be on top of the tag division, with you by my side that is.”
“No.”
To say I was fully listening to him would be an understatement. Randel always gets this idea in his mind that he could return to wrestling. Always around this time of the year too. There would be no chance in hell he would pass a physical.
“You’re a buzz kill, you know?”
“Buzz kill? When did you become a hipster?”
“I’ve always been sly, yo. How ya doin’, dawg?”
He makes some weird ass hand signals with questionable arm movements. He should not try to act hip at all. At his age, breaking a hip is the only hip he needs to do.
“So… Tomorrow?”
“What about it?”
“You going to let me meet the mayor?”
“Depends.”
“On what? I brought you into this business. You owe me.”
“I don’t owe you sh*t after you dragged me down to curtain jerker status. And you need to shut up about making a comeback if you want to meet him.”
“You got a deal.”
“Now, I’m sure he’s a very busy man and this sickness surely isn’t helping anything.”
“Yeah.”
He stopped talking for a while as I finished packing up some other clothes to bring with me. I’m hoping to head to the Dean’s after the meeting with the mayor. We have a lot to deal with in regards to Nikki’s injury and what the future holds.
“Hey Dave.”
“Now what?”
“You never did tell me what happened when you and Penny went to meet your daughter.”
If Randel were to tell you this himself, I’m sure he froze up from the ice cold glare I shot his way. My trip to Calgary felt as if it were for nothing. When we got there, I was positive I had the right address and the right place where I would finally meet my daughter. She wasn’t there and I stood in a big empty room with broken dreams and a crushed heart.
I truthfully don’t want to talk about this with anybody just yet. The crushing blow to my soul left me silent for the entire trip back home. Penny took the wheel and I can only imagine it was a boring trip back for her. My mind was racing non-stop that I couldn’t tell you a single thing about the quest back to Toronto.
I am determined to find her. And one day I will. However, Randel got the hint of my unwillingness to talk about my current family situation as he looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact with me.
“I might just go sleep in the guest’s room.”
Good.
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MISTER MAYOR
October 6th, 2014
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
11:01
If I said that being in this situation was bad, I’d be lying. Rob Ford has garnered a strong following worldwide for his antics in office. Any publicity is good publicity, right? Mayor Ford might just be a crack smoking, vodka drinking, and a loud mouthed mayor, but the news that I would be joining him at city hall today really created a buzz in the air.
Standing backstage is something that I’m used to. The wrestling shows have nice locker rooms, catering and usually some forms of entertainment for the wrestlers. That is nice compared to this. The backstage here in city hall is just a small little room down the hall from the media room. They had asked me to bring my gear for the appearance, and of course I obliged. I can’t sell myself as a wrestler without looking the part.
“You know what you’re doing?”
“Yeah.”
Of course I know what I’m doing. I’m a professional, Randel.
“I’m still thinking of making that comeback.”
I shoot him another icy glare, and he knows full well not to bring it up again. He wouldn’t be able to get into that ring without being gassed and besides..
“You’re too old.”
“Age is just a number.”
“Hospital bills involve big numbers too.”
“I’ll have enough to cover it.”
“Every single broken hip? How about when you lose blood?”
“I’ve already lost enough blood throughout my career, Davey boy.”
“You wouldn't pass a physical if you even tried.”
His schtick was getting annoying. There isn’t any room for a near seventy year old man on the broadcast, let alone wrestling.
“Give me a chance.”
Thank god there was a knock at the door and the head of a television production member popped inside the door. What’s with people nowadays not even coming inside the room to talk to you?
“Mister Demento. It’s time for you to head out and join the mayor.”
I oblige and leave the room as I follow the young production member down the hallway as he points me to the open door that I am now being prepped to walk out of. Another production member clips a microphone to my ring vest and out I go, mid-speech of the mayor.
“... so today ladies and gentleman, I officially announce my retirement from the…”
“Woah, woah, woah. Mayor Ford, with all due respect, just who in the hell do you think you are to just stand up and retire from office? You’re the best mayor this town has ever seen and you can’t just leave. Not with me here in the building.”
Did I mean the best mayor part? Not necessarily, but I’m getting paid real nice for this appearance.
“Just who do you think you are stepping into my city hall talking to me like that?”
“I’m Dave Demento and I am the current WFWF Internation…”
“It doesn’t matter who you are!”
He raised his eyebrow, or at the least attempted to. Must be a dated Toronto reference or something like that, I couldn’t tell you who did that in the wrestling world, but it seemed to please the crowd.
“You think you can just waltz into my hall? And talk to me like that? Huh, bub? Well let me tell you something, brother. Why don’t we throw down right here?”
“Me versus you? Right here, right now?”
“Yes, you jabroni!”
“We don’t even have a referee.”
“Yes we do, smackdown!”
And out of the door is Randel in a referee shirt, which is a size too small as the bottom part of his huge gut sticks out. Some attendees in disgust, some of them cheering, I’m in the group with the former.
“Now Dave! We have a referee, we have a crowd. I challenge you to a wrestling match!”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Not just any match, brother. An arm wrestling match of doooooooooom!”
I look out into the small crowd of people.
“What do y’all say? Should I go one on one with our mayor?”
“Correction, champ. You’re going one on one with the great one!”
The crowd pops again, and I hate to admit it, but I am actually having some fun with this.
“Here, ‘great one’, why don’t I up the ante a bit? I will put my International championship on the line. You are a better contender than Joe Bishop.”
“When was the last time he was ever relevant, brother.”
“That’s right, mayor. When was the last time Joe Bishop was ever a threat? When did Joe Bishop ever get the opportunity to come to the great city of Toronto and go one on one with the greatest mayor of all time?”
Cheap pop, a classic. Ford even popped on that one.
“Dave, you wouldn’t be able to stand to go one on one with The Ford!”
“Let’s do this!”
Rob and I both sat down at the table that was oddly already placed in the room. My International championship hung on the pedestal, as the media surrounds us before our epic clash. Randel stands behind the table, bending over to officiate this contest. CBC, CTV, Global and even TMZ are here to watch the epic clash of the century.
He preps himself on his chair, putting his elbow onto the table, ready for the fight. I do the same, propping the bone of my elbow against the wood, ready to engage in a grueling battle. His hand meets mine in the middle as Randel calls for the bell, which just so happens to be somebody tapping on their chair three times. The grueling free to air, big time feel, match up is underway.
“There’s no way you can stop The Ford!”
And I secure my grip against his firm hand and in one swift and fluid motion, down goes his arm against the table. Biggest squash ever.
“Ladies and gentleman, your winner and still WFWF International champion, Dave Demento!”
I beat the mayor of Toronto and retained my title. I should be happy about this. I'd be a lot happier if he hadn't poured gallons of sweat onto my hand.
“Ladies and gentleman, media and citizens of Toronto. I would like to thank mister Dave Demento in joining me here today. I want you to realize that when “The Clash” comes to pay-per-view, the entire city of Toronto will be rooting for you as you go and destroy Joe Bishop.”
“Thank you, mister mayor. It was an honor to come here and defeat you in your own office.”
Just get me out of here.
Just get me out of here.
“Well, everybody needs to go out on their back. And as I was saying earlier, before you interrupted me. I am officially retiring from arm wrestling competition. The Ford is out, brother.”
Heh, funny. He heads over to me and shakes my hand, pulling me in close.
“Go kick Drakz’ ass while you’re at it. Make a name for yourself. We’ll have a wild party to celebrate.”
Oh yes! A party with Rob Ford. That’s an invitation to the homepage of TMZ that I don’t want to take.
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Dave Demento
in
LIFE GOES ON
A "Men & Monsters" Roleplay
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THE BEST OF ME
October 6th, 2014
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
16:32
Coming out of “The Takeover” was nowhere near the same as going in to the event. I was on cloud nine after winning the International championship in the mecca of professional wrestling. Over twenty thousand screaming fans were screaming my name and cheering me on to defeat Bishop for this belt and when Anders got involved, they wanted me to crush him. And as a man of the people, I gladly did so with a smile on my face and a warm sensation in my heart.
Then coming out of the Garden, I find myself being put into the opening contest against Shapiro. Shapiro had just lost in the Garden to Nikki Dean, who seems to have ended Justin Tyger’s career actually. So he comes to the arena for “Grudge” and thinks he can step in the ring with me, Shapiro had another thing coming. I put him down a few knocks, get that ego in check and show him where he belongs in this company.
It wasn’t a move to hurt him, more so to save him. He was in way over his head when he agreed to that match, let alone after a crushing defeat. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good guy. He deals dope, I mean hope to you fans. But, my crushing of his ego will help him in the long run as he will eventually build himself up into the position Lila Sleater put him in.
And then at “The Takeover”,
“What are your thoughts on losing to Kirkbride?”
I didn’t even know Randel was still here in my apartment. There he stood with a hot dog, complete with a mustard face drawn on, in his hand and a smile on his face.
“He’s a good kid.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“He’s a good kid and, for the lack of experience, he seems to know his way around the wrestling ring. He has a bright future, no doubt about it. The way he used the ropes to end the match was smart. Give the devil his credit.”
“Devil? But he’s the Christian wrestler. You say that in the Bible belt and you’ll be belted.”
“Poor choice of words, I guess.”
Randel devoured the wiener and found a potato chip bag laying there on the counter. Bag meet Randel’s hand.
“You never answered my question. How does it feel to lose to a guy who's only ever competed in five matches?”
It’s hard to understand him with food being shoved into his mouth. He’s going to eat me out. My stock of food in my apartment, you perverted freaks.
“What is there to say?”
“What is there to say? Dave. You just got beat by a guy who doesn’t even have half a dozen matches under his belt.”
I find the dozen part interesting, he was probably thinking of a dozen donuts or the lack of in his hands.
“I said he’s good. Every now and then a guy has to lose.”
“But that’s not the point. With Daniel beating you, this puts him into contendership for your title. He’s already beat you once, and now he knows how to defeat you.”
“And I know his game plan heading into the ring, if we do meet again. Schneider is going around hospitalizing people again. Nobody knows if they are going to make it to the next show.”
Phillip Schneider is a dangerous man. Randel should know this, his ass was beat by the “Prophet of Ash”.
“What if Daniel gets through Bishop this week and Phillip doesn’t attack him?”
“That’s a bridge I’ll cross when I get there.”
“And I’ll be there for backup when I return.”
“Shut up.”
“Whoa, man. You’ve been on edge lately. All I’m trying to do is lighten up the mood. There is no chance I would ever pass a physical and I’ve already retired. Do you really think I am going to head back into that ring? Despite losing over seventy pounds I am not in ring shape. And it’s your turn to shine and show why I saw something in you when you were just a kid coming to Toronto on a Harley and looking for something to do. Ever since you went out to Calgary to go find your daughter, you’ve been a changed man. You don’t want to joke around with me. All Dave Demento wants to do is sit around and do nothing all day and just wait around for the next day to come. You didn’t even tell me if you met your daughter or not. Get your sh*t together and talk to me when you won’t bring my mood down.”
He seems to have finished his rant and by now I’m fuming. I haven’t changed since the trip to Calgary and not meeting my daughter is just a part of life. Life goes on, with or without other people. And life will go on tomorrow morning when I catch a flight to Atlanta at three in the morning. That’s life. And if Randel doesn’t get that, that’s his problem.
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ARRIVAL
October 7th, 2014
Atlanta, Georgia
7:47
The trip from Toronto to Atlanta provided me a lot of time to dissect what Randel had said. It wasn’t just like him to go on rants like that, especially around me. Whenever we were together, in wrestling or not, I was usually the one who did the talking. And it wasn’t until after his retirement, where he ditched his character and just focused on being himself, that he would joke around with others. He was dedicated to being a character, and maybe he doesn’t understand that being yourself in the ring will only get your farther in your career?
Anyways, I had hopped on my flight at three in the morning and was scheduled to land in Atlanta at six. Of course, like all ‘good’ airlines do, my flight was delayed about an hour. That never sits well with me. I like my stuff there when I want it. I’m a busy man, and I want my stuff to a schedule because it pleases me.
Fortunately, Josh understood the situation I was in and agreed to pick me up from the airport when I got there. I got there, albeit an hour late, and it genuinely upset me. I wanted to be at his house by seven, we have a lot to talk about, but the damned airlines have to f*ck me over.
“Good flight?”
“No. It was an hour f*cking late! Of course it wasn’t a good flight.”
I don’t know what his problem is as he gives me a quick glare. What’s with everybody having attitudes? First Randel, now it’s him?
“How’s Nikki?”
“The arm is broken, that’s for sure.”
“You get it x-rayed?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good.”
I don’t know what to say to him, he really seems uninterested in this conversation.
“Congrats on your first win back.”
Another glare. Was it something I said? I was just congratulating the man on his win.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“How long before we get to your place?”
“Twenty, twenty-five minutes. Depends on traffic.”
“Ah, okay.”
A long awkward pause with no one talking. He’s driving and I uncomfortably sit in the passenger seat. Some poppy rock music is playing on the radio and I turn it up, not that I actually like it, but anything to disrupt the quietness in this car.
Some awkward ten minutes pass by until Josh turns the radio back down.
“How you taking the loss to Kirkbride? He’s a good kid and he has a lot more talent than he is being credited for.”
“It’s just a loss. I’m fine and even stronger.”
“Are you sure you’re fine?”
“Of course.”
“So… Penny told us about your guys’ trip to Calgary.”
Ugh.
“Ugh.”
“Hey, sometimes life hands a crappy hand. Right now life has given Nikki a really bad hand and it is going to affect here forever. I just want you to know that Nikki and I are here for you if you want to talk about the situation.”
Why does everybody want to know about this whole daughter situation that I am in? I walked into the apartment of emptiness. She wasn’t there and I didn’t see her. Life goes on.
“Life goes on. There’s nothing to talk about on the situation.”
“Dave, that’s your daughter. Do you understand that? You can’t just say that life goes on. That would be the equivalent of me saying that Nikki’s oldest doesn’t matter to me. He does matter to me, and even if he isn’t mine, I make damn sure that he knows I think of him as my own. That’s parenting.”
“I’ve never seen her before. How do I even know that she exist?”
“Well, you don’t really know physically. But you can feel it in here.”
He places his finger on my chest, seemingly pointing to my heart.
“And if you feel it in here, then you know that she is somewhere out there. That is all you need to know to figure out that you will find her eventually. You can’t give up hope right now. And when you meet her, your heart will be filled with joy. Trust me on that one. When I met Drake for the first time, I felt some joy knowing that I get to be a father figure that he can look up too.”
Heh, touching. Thankfully, we pull into his driveway, forcing our conversation to end right then and there. Parenting is crushing, and something I don’t want to talk about right now. Not with him, not with Randel and certainly not with anybody. My life goes on, people really need to know that.
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Ticking Time Bombs
October 7th, 2014
Atlanta, Georgia
14:58
"I think that doctor is full of sh*t."
"Four to six months ain't that bad."
"Not bad at all considering that I pretty much shattered both bones in my forearm. I'm just glad I don't feel anything right now."
She flashes a reassuring smile. I appreciate that she wants us to be optimistic about her injury, but we need her for this war.
"Two broken bones. Should be back in no time."
"Right, because the doc's just gonna clear her."
"Sometimes we don't need the doctor's clearance. I won my International championship with a concussion."
"Yeah, and do you know how dangerous that was? You just had to tell a doctor that there were no more symptoms or headaches."
"She's right, Dave. My arm's pretty much bionic now. The doctor has to take multiple x-rays of the bones before he'll remove the plates or screws."
"You ever hear of the Bionic Elbow? Great finishing move."
I chuckle, that is a good joke. And you know it. Even a child would love that joke.
"Too soon, Dave."
Oh. Boohoo.
"Just trying to add a bit of humor. You've been acting weird since you picked me up from the airport, Josh."
"I've had a lot on my mind, so forgive me if I'm not all smiles."
"I don't know what you were expecting coming down here. You knew Nikki was having surgery."
"I also know that we're down a person in this war. How are we supposed to save this federation when we're down a soldier. Let alone one of our champions?"
"We'll manage, let's look at it like this, we've still got our three most experienced members. Plus with Josh finally starting to get his stride back in the ring, we'll be fine until I'm cleared."
"You know as well as any of us that you become forgotten when you're gone. And with her talent, it would be a big mistake to forget about her."
"That is what I am getting at. We are three established wrestlers, with footage of us circulating around the Internet. Nikki here is a dark horse. Nobody knows her full potential and her skills. She could be the difference between us losing by an inch or winning by a mile."
"But at this point, we need to take our minds off business for a second. We're friends above everything else, and one of our friends needs our support."
We are friends. Friends who need to win this war.
"We'll wear ourselves down if we're in business mode all the time. We really need to conserve our energy since we're a three person team for now."
"We'd have a lot more energy being a four person team. And don't forget that this business is what brought us all together in the first place."
"Nobody's disputing that. But even if we considered a fourth to replace Nikki for the moment, who's to say they'll be the best fit. We're a unique team."
"We are the unique team here, but we also have to watch our backs. When other teams come out swinging with more people than us, we will be the ones to get hurt."
"Who outnumbers us Dave? Tell me who, because I'm really interested in knowing who has the numbers edge."
"We have a very tight-knit group, but Trace has the ultimate checkbook at his hands to get whoever he wants to join him. Nobody knows what's going to come of that group. Trace corrupted Kyle Matthews, the kid who was sought out to be a next big good guy. Money corrupts people's minds."
"Trace doesn't have that much money. Remember that I worked with him to get the title from Scarlett. He's full of empty promises. Or did you forget that?"
Yeah, I was also pro-Demon, you remember that?
"I remember that. Remember that I was pro-Trace during that time against Xavier Pierce. He is a charismatic leader and he will corrupt the minds of those wanting to get ahead in this sport. You did it Penny, I did it. Now Kyle Matthews is doing it. Trace can get anybody to pray to his name. You see what he did at the end of the last show?"
"No I didn't. I have more important things to worry about than obsessing over Trace Demon's every move."
"When you have an entire arena chanting 'We Want A Revolution', it's quite hard to ignore."
"I can ignore it when it's coming from a desperate guy in his hometown."
"Well, I didn't. It's a sign. They are going to become even stronger with Nikki out. This is the nature of the business."
"You don't need to convince me about this business. I left this business in large part due to the nature of the business. I don't get it Dave so help me understand. One empty trip to Calgary and all of a sudden you lose faith in everything."
"Oh boy."
That was the wrong f*cking thing to say, and judging by Penny’s comment, she knows it.
"Josh, don't you go there."
"Why? Because I'm telling the truth. I'm not the one considering altering a successful team just because Nikki's hurt. How the f*ck do you think that makes her feel, or did you even think about that?"
He gets in my face, and he might just regret that decision soon.
"It's not altering, Josh. It's adapting. We have been handed a terrible hand, but we don't just fold. We adapt."
"No, it sounds to me like you're trying to justify dropping her. Oh sh*t, she's damaged goods, we need to get Kirkbride in here to keep us from getting our asses kicked. Did you think that word wouldn't get back?"
"I shake one man's hand and the world thinks I've personally sent him a golden invite to join us in our mission to save professional wrestling? Jeez. And I wouldn't drop Nikki. She's our dark horse, and she can win matches."
"Ok, I can't take any more. I'm going to lay down."
Nikki is up and out of the room. I don't blame her, it's like Josh is trying to justify dropping her from the group.
"Good job, Dave. You know you're starting to sound like Trace. You don't give a damn who you sh*t on if they no longer serve your grand purpose. I guess we're starting to see who Dave Demento really is."
"My grand purpose is to save professional wrestling. And everybody in this house right now is with me on this mission. We are equals. You know that, Josh? I think of all of us as equals. We are an entity. And I'll be straight with you, I did ponder bringing Kirkbride in. He will be a franchise player in due time. This isn't about me, this isn't about Nikki, and this sure as hell isn't about you. This is about the sport that I love! And yes, my entire trip to Calgary amounted to nothing. I don't have a daughter like you have two sons. I don't have a family like you do. I don't have the nice house, the respectable community and the nice clothes that you have. But guess what Josh, life goes on. Life goes on when I don't have my daughter. Life goes on when I'm all alone at the end of the day. Life will go on when the Saviors of Salvation are an afterthought in years to come. Do you understand that? Huh?"
"First off, don't come into my house and talk to me like I'm a f*cking moron. I know what the purpose is for this group. And secondly, that is my wife you basically just insulted by even considering replacing her. Hasn't she been through enough since Takeover, Dave?! She just got stripped of a title she worked her ass off to earn because of a freak accident. I know you feel like sh*t because you didn't get the feel good moment you wanted with your daughter, and I'm sorry that you went to Calgary for nothing."
Now he's pointing at my face. He better not get any closer. Things will get ugly.
"But it's kind of your fault that you couldn't find her. You left and your ex had to raise her to the best of her abilities, so of course you weren't involved in her living arrangements. You may not like her mother's lifestyle, so what? Nikki doesn't like her ex and his lifestyle, but she at least attempts to work with him because that's still Drake's father. Do you think I like sharing a nine year old boy's love and admiration with a guy who doesn't deserve it? I don't! I may have all this stuff you see in front of you, but I went through my hell to get it. So don't give me that woe is me bullsh*t because you won't get any sympathy from me. I lost everyone close to me at a very early age and was forced to get over it."
That's it! I can't take this anymore. Naturally, I pull my arms back and with one fluid motion I bring them in front of me as I push Josh back. He deserves this after the way he just berated me. As he falls back on the couch, he rebounds back up to his feet and grabs a hold of my shirt. He tugs away, wrapping his fists with the cloth looking into my eyes with rage. He pulls back his hand, forms a fist and he's ready to punch. Come on, do it. I dare you.
"Come on guys! We don't need this! Guys! Guys!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Penny sweep her way between Josh and I. Her little frame fitting perfectly in the middle of us. She grabs a hold of both Josh and I's shirts, separating us. Thankfully for Josh Dean, she stopped us from going at it and it saves me the time of dropping him to the ground. Josh is pissed, as am I, as he grabs his jacket from the couch and takes out his keys. He makes his way to the door, have fun wherever you go. Hopefully you can calm down and not be an assh*le to your friends.
"Nikki. Let's go. We'll be back. You two watch the damn house. Dave, calm your ass down."
As the two leave their own house, one with a fit of range and the other the bionic women, I can only hear the squealing of car tires as Penny sits back down on the couch. A joint in her hand, typical.
“I don’t know what his problem is.”
I really don’t. Josh just yelling at me like that? Thinking I’m the problem? Are you serious? Are you f*cking serious? Then he gets up and leaves his own house to our hands?
“Dave, I’m not going to shoot the sh*t with you.”
“What now?”
“You’ve been acting like such a douchebag ever since that day where we didn’t find your daughter. It feels like you don’t care about us anymore and all you want is success. You’re better than this, Dave. One day we will find your daughter, there’s no doubt about it, sweetie. And I hope she’s as nice as you are. Don’t let all of this go to your head, please. We don’t need anything else to happen to us. You want a smoke?”
“No, I don’t want one. I want nothing else but some peace and quiet. F*ck it, I’ll be back later.”
“Where are you going?”
“Wherever the f*ck I want to.”
\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/
MY F*CKING NIGHTMARE
October 7th, 2014
Atlanta, Georgia
15: 23
It’s been a few hours since Josh and Nikki left the house. I have no clue where they went, and Josh told us to watch the house. Being with Penny is usually pleasant, but she must be becoming like the others. They are delusional if they think I’ve changed ever since I didn’t meet my daughter. Do they not understand life goes on, with or without my daughter?
After Penny berating me, I picked up my hoodie and went off into the city. I have very minimal knowledge of the city of Atlanta, if any at all. So walking the streets of this neighbourhood isn’t exactly known territory for me. The houses look similar to each other, and the streets seem to intersect every few kilometers.
The breeze in the air crashes against my body, the cold refreshing my face. With the cold climate, the usual Autumn weather, I pop in my earphones looking to escape from this cold reality.
“Nightmare!(now your nightmare comes to life)
Dragged ya down below
Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain't on your side
An old acquaintance severed
Burn the world your last endeavor”
I had high hopes for my adventure across the country to try to find my daughter. It had taken me fourteen years to finally get over myself and do the right thing. I finally wanted to be the father figure that she could look up to, and judging by her mother’s antics before I left, I could be the person who could potentially save her from that life.
As I made my way to Calgary, my stomach was in knots, as if a million butterflies had hatched inside of my internal organs. I had a good feeling that everything was going to go perfectly, and I’d be ‘daddy riding into the fiery sunset to protect his princess’. I stepped out of that car, and with every single step up the stairs to enter the apartment, my confidence was boosted to the max.
I opened the door to that apartment building, hoping to see my little girl waiting there with open arms to see her daddy. As the door creaked open slowly, every single ounce of confidence in my body was shot at that moment to the image of an empty room. Full of nothingness, I was dragged below to learn that my time had been wasted. The peace in my mind turning itself over, rolling in it’s new grave.
With my daughter not being inside of the room, and my heart and soul crushed from the events, I have finally severed ties with the old acquaintance known as my ex, the mother to our child. Life goes on, doesn’t it?
“Flesh is burning
You can smell it in the air
'Cause men like you have
Such easy soul to steal (steal)
So stand in line while
They ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave
Until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness,
Turning, haunting, yearning
Pull the trigger”
From there, I have been quieter than usual. The only emotion that was sent through my body for the past few weeks have been sadness and disappointment. I wanted to find her badly. Being able to find my daughter would be the final step of Dave Demento maturing. The final step to complete a two-year long mission.
Two years ago, I found myself at the bottom of the pack because of my attitude. Four years ago when I made my debut in the WFWF, I was held down because I didn’t like the man. I did not like the way Xavier Pierce ran the federation. I was a cocky, brash, loud-mouthed kid who wanted the world promised to him, and it held me down. And when I didn’t get my way, I just packed up and left.
My career was being taunted left and right as Xavier Pierce tried to replace me when I was away. Andrew Carter was one who stood out. Another kid who had a ton of potential who fizzled out into the junkyard of broken gimmicks and careers. It didn’t take long before I was rehired by Trace Demon. He stole my soul and brought me in as his lackey, the man to do the dirty work for him.
He inked a number on my head and I was just “lackey number 4” in his mind. A replaceable puzzle to his madness. And when I figured out his plan, as I matured a bit, I pulled my trigger and severed ties with him. I was done being somebody else’s lackey, I wanted what was best for Dave Demento. That’s how life goes on.
“You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your f*ckin' nightmare
(While your nightmare comes to life)”
Maybe what they said was true? Maybe I mistreated Randel back in Toronto? Did I really disrespect Josh and Nikki like that? Was Penny right about this? No. They aren’t right. I haven’t changed. I didn’t meet my daughter, life goes on. Life goes on. Life goes on!
“Can't wake up in a sweat
'Cause it ain't over yet
Still dancing with your demons
Victim of your own creation
Beyond the will to fight
Where all that's wrong is right
Where hate don't need a reason
Loathing self-assassination”
All I really want is to know is that my daughter is actually alive. I think back and ponder if it was just a ploy from the my ex, the living hell on heels. I just need a sign to know that she is there. And if she is, is she doing well? Is she protected from the vices of life that took control of her mother?
My daughter is the direct descent of my flesh and blood. She is my legacy, the only thing that will keep the my name going after I pass. She is the key to the extended memory of my being showcased for years to come. And most of all, she is my daughter.
And if I do meet her and she hates me with a burning passion, I will not blame her. I haven’t been there for her first fourteen years on this planet. I left her to stay with her addict of a mother as I went off to live my dream. If we do finally meet and the aforementioned situation occurs, I will be the victim of my own creation. She wouldn’t need to give me a reason as to why she would hate me, the writing is on the wall. If all the wrong I’ve done eventually turns to a right, this self loathing aspect of my family life will come to an end. I hope it goes well when we do meet, but maybe she decided that life goes on without me?
“You've been lied to
Just to rape you of your site
And now they have the nerve
To tell you how to feel (feel)
So sedated as they
Medicate your brain
And while you slowly
Go insane they tell ya
"Given with the best intentions
Help you with your complications"”
As I made my trip to Calgary, I somehow managed to come into contact with my daughter's grandmother. My old mother in law, the woman who asked me to try and help her daughter with the drug addictions. When I got a hold of her, she promised me that all is well and that my own daughter would be where I left her while she was still a fetus. Grandma lied to me, f*cked with my head and she raped me of my sight of myself. Knowing her, she got an elongated laugh out of my downfall.
My friends are the only people I could open up to about this daughter situation of mine. Penny, Josh, Nikki and Randel. All four of my friends in this business. They helped boost my confidence to go to Calgary and try to find my offspring. And after all of what’s happened to me, knowing full well that I’ve been crushed by the absence of my daughter, this is how they treat me?
They have the nerve to tell me, in essence, that I am being a disrespectful douchebag. I haven’t felt this way in a while, knowing full well that I could be heading off the rails on this crazy train. They think they are trying to help me in this? They really think they are doing something to help? Trying to heal my wounds? Life goes on, with or without them.
“You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah
Oh, it's your f*ckin' nightmare”
Are you listening to yourself, Dave? They are your friends. Been with you through thick and thin. You’re concussion? Yeah, they were there concerned for you. And now Nikki could be out for a while with a broken arm. Meanwhile, you want all the attention on you. Get the f*ck over yourself, you delusional prick. Life won’t go on as easy as it has without them.
“Fight
Not to fail
Not to fall
Or you'll end up like the others”
I get it now. I’ve been a gigantic douchebag to them. Randel Benjamin is the guy who took me in as if I was his own child. Bringing me up and helping me mature as I got older. He might not be the best influence in this world, but damn it, he’s tried to protect me time and time again. When I was about to fail over and over again, he was there to help me fight my way through it. And he just wanted to have a good time and cheer me up with mayor Rob Ford. I know deep down Randel set that up to get me to smile after I’ve been disappointed following the revelation of not knowing where my own is.
I’m sorry.
Die again
Drenched in sin
With no respect for another”
F*cking Penny. She knew what was up about me since the beginning. She was the first person I revealed my secret too. She even made the trip to Calgary with me. Over a day of driving to try and go find MY daughter. She came along without a complaint just to be my moral support if anything did happen. It was Penny that was there with me after the big blowup in the home gym. She knew what kind of emotions I’ve been going through and she just tried to tell me how I’ve been acting lately. I blew up on her, when all she’s done has been there for me. I treated her without any respect, when I actually have all the respect in the world for her.
I’m sorry.
“Down
Feel the fire (fire)
Feel the hate
Your pain is what we desire”
Nikki Dean has hit an unfortunate set of circumstances. A relative rookie to the sport that we all love so much, Nikki was riding a huge wave of momentum after clinching the National championship in her first match in Madison Square Garden. The Garden is the pinnacle of arena, and when you go in there to compete, you know that you’ve made it. I feel like a piece of sh*t right now. She broke her arm and it could lead to her potential retirement. I hate myself right now for not keeping peace while she’s out injured. I’ve realized it now, and the Final Revolution desired she get hurt. I’m going to exact revenge for you Nikki.
I’m sorry.
Hit the wall (wall)
Watch you crawl (crawl)
Such a replaceable liar”
And then there was one. I can’t imagine the amount of stress Josh is under right now. With Nikki’s arm basically unusable for the next few months, he will have to take care of the house, the kids and his career on his own. He has helped me get through my pain heading into the Garden, he has helped me improve my work rate. Most importantly, he’s helped me mature and become a better man. This is how I repay him? By getting into a pushing and fighting match with him? I’m better than that.
I’m sorry.
“And I know you hear their voices (calling from above)
And I know they may seem real (these signals of love)
But our life's made up of choices (some without appeal)
They took for granted your soul
And it's ours now to steal”
I’ve made some bad choices in my life. One’s that have come back and haunted me fourteen years later and some that would help me in the long run. I will not make another one. It’s time for me to get a hold of myself and apologize for what I’ve done. Life does go on, but I want my SOS family by my side for it’s remainder.
“(As your nightmare comes to life)
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah
Ooh, it's your f*ckin' nightmare” - “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold
I’ve got business to attend to.
\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/
People in this world say that a man is as tough as he wants to be. Sometimes, the toughness that we believe we turns out to be one giant facade laughing in our face. That’s the moment when we as humans become distanced with yourself and take a turn for the worse.
Recently, I have experienced that. The thought of not being able to actually meet my daughter had pushed me off the proverbial deep end of sanity and I became distanced from the true Dave Demento. No longer did I appreciate the fun aspects of life, nor my friends.
For the sake of my future, and subsequently the future of my daughter, my friends were there for me. As I hung on to the ledge of selfishness, my SOS sisters and brothers grabbed a hold of my struggling hand and yanked me back into the thick of things. Without my friends, I would not be coming to compete at “Men and Monsters”.
And as we are on the topic of friends, one man who is in this company has a severe lack of friends nowadays. I’m not talking about Joe Bishop, nor am I talking about Donnie Monty Kent. I am acknowledging Drakz and his current state of mind.
Back in the year 2011, while also dipping into 2012, Drakz had found buddies in Michael Kyzer and David Brennan. The three of them were trying to do what The Final Revolution are currently doing right now. They wanted to destroy the WFWF and rebuild it into their own image, and they didn’t care who they hurt to try to accomplish that mission.
They destroyed Xavier Pierce’s image of this very wrestling company. And in the process, they put huge targets on their own backs. As I was a rookie back then, I feared them. You had a drug addict, one of the greatest of all time and a skinhead all working together. That is the type of fear that would make any child stay up all night.
But then Drakz’ friendships took a violent turn for the worse. Michael Kyzer did the unthinkable and threw his “supposed” best friend off the entrance ramp to the unforgiving concrete floor down below. Drakz had a nasty landing and he was rushed to the local medical facilities to receive treatment. The diagnosis? A broken back.
Drakz went through hell with his recovery of the broken back. A lot of treatments, a lot of time wasted in medical facilities back in his home of the United Kingdom. The worse part of his situation was that it was his own best friend that not only stabbed him in the back, but broke it in the process.
Now the man known as Drakz returned to the WFWF with one goal in mind and that was to win back the WFWF World Heavyweight championship. Another mission he successfully completed by defeating Jayson Garrett, Dex and Trace Demon. Congratulations Drakz. I can’t say it is not well deserved.
But make no mistake about it, when it comes time to step into that ring with “The Streak Destroyer Destroyer Destroyer”, I will not pull any punches. Drakz and myself are both very well-respected by our legions of fans, and we both try our hardest for your entertainment. It is champion versus champion. World champion versus International champion.
And when I beat Drakz, it will bring me to the point where I can say that I made it. He is a two-time hall of famer, a two-time World Heavyweight champion and the man on top as I broke into this company. No longer would I be looked at as the jobber, I will be looked at as the next guy on top.
I will be the guy that Dex couldn’t be. The guy that Joe Bishop couldn’t be. The guy that David Brennan couldn’t be. I will prove that I am the future of this sport. Drakz, I want you to leave it all in the ring. You’re the World champ and I want a challenge to feast upon.
And at the end of the match, regardless of the outcome, I will respect you like I do now. I respect you a lot more than most guys in the back. You sir, you’re the pinnacle of the who’s who in this federation. No friends implicated into this match, no outside shenanigans, this will be an absolute classic between the present and the future.
It will ultimately come down to who wants it more. Beating you Drakz will put me on that next level. The next level of respect, honor, and competition. Drakz, I want this and you’ll have to go through me to stop it.