Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 20:23:09 GMT -5
A few hours have passed since the conclusion of the 2014 awards show. These social events are not the norm for me. However, my glass awards for Face of the Year, and Feud of the Year are placed right by my side. I am the Face of the Year, nicer than every single guy that stepped through these doors in 2014. Nobody else could have won such an award, apart from my fellow SOS family, because this fed is full of douchebags.
I sway my head to the beat of the music emerging from my earbuds. Some classic rock, along with this bottle of beer, is very relaxing following a long evening. It's just me in my little serenity, nothing or nobody bothering me.
"What the hell was that?"
The screaming resonates from the end of the hall. I quickly turn my head, pop out my ear buds and my full attention goes to... Lila Sleater? I would of expected Josh to come find me. Maybe Randel. But certainly not Lila. We haven't talked since the meeting in her office a few weeks back, where she refused to let me have my rematch for my International championship.
"What the hell was what?"
She gives me the stink eye. Does she think I know what she's thinking? Probably, she's a woman.
"Calling out Bishop?!?"
Ruh roh. She's mad. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
"I did what I had to do."
"You did what you WANTED to do. I thought we were f~cking clear on this?!"
"Clear on what, Lila? Clear on you relegating me to the Tag Team division?!? Look, I respect Josh more than anybody else who has the balls to call themselves a WFWF Superstar, but honestly, the tag team division is passé and hasn't been relevant in years."
I rise from my seated position, popping up to a vertical base as I tower over the current WFWF General Manager. To her credit, she isn't backing down.
"If you're such a 'savior', why don't you fix the tag division that is 'passé'?!? F~ck Dave, wasn't it you who wanted to bring back those titles in 2012 when Alex Sean and DGX took their balls and went home?!"
She continues to yell, what she doesn't know is that I really don't care what tone of voice she uses. At the end of the day, the only person I should be looking out for is me.
"I'm above them."
"Like sh~t you are."
"Excuse me?!?"
That pissed me off. Who is she to say that I'm not above the tag team championships. Anybody could hold those championships, Jayson Garrett and Chase Landon just had a reign.
"You are not above them. You are not sh~t until you win the World championship."
Oh f~ck off. Anybody can have that championship too. Dex and Shawn Malakai were both world champions in 2014.
"I don't need to win the World championship right now. You know why? Because I'm ready to end this f~cking war with Bishop! When I do, I regain my International championship. I thought you wanted me to save this company from those non-sensical Revolution douchebags?"
She shakes her head, I'm not sure if she's agreeing with me or if she's that mad. Either way, I continue...
"You wanted them gone since day one. I'm not talking about the night they destroyed Solomon motherf~cking Crow. I'm talking your little feud with Trace before SuperBrawl. You wanted him destroyed, so you went and found Shawn Malakai. He didn't work out like you wanted him to, now did he? Oh wait, he's dead."
I don't know if he is or not, I never cared for Shawn Malakai.
"That was strike one. And then you went and tried Dex and his little group with kung-fu hardons. He was handed the World championship and what happened to him? He lost it just like the whole world and everybody in the back knew he would. You saw his speech earlier, he's a grade A cock-sucking bunghole who expects the world to be handed to him. He has all this 'inspirational' bullsh~t. It's exactly that: bullsh~t."
If looks could kill, Lila Sleater would have murdered me a few minutes ago. But of course, I continue to open my mouth...
"That was strike two. Now it's your last chance to actually hit a homerun and finally get what you want. You want to get rid of 'The Final Revolution' so badly that you continue to look for a guy to do it. At the end of our meeting a few weeks ago, I couldn't help but realize that I'm just guy number three on your revolving quest to end things..."
"Dave..."
"Let's do the math, shall we? Shawn Malakai lasted a month against The Final Revolution. He failed, took his ball and left."
"Dave!..."
"Carry over the one, Dex lasted a month against The Final Revolution before Trace screwed him out of the title. F~ck, he didn't even screw him. Dex was not going to walk out as champion anyway. So... Dex lasted a month before he took his ball and left."
She's continuing to try and grab my attention but all I see is red.
"That leaves me, Lila! That leaves me as the only other viable guy to do what the other two title prestige raping douches couldn't. That leaves me to destroy the Final Revolution. And now you're telling me I can't?"
"Dave! Shut the f~ck up and listen to me!"
Fine. I'll listen to whatever sh~t you're going to spew out of your mouth. Will I believe it? I doubt it.
"What?"
"We had a deal. You already had your shot against Bishop, and I have a problem with the KKK. God, I hate f~cking saying that!"
"That's the line, right there. What you just said. 'I have a problem with the KKK'. Lila Sleater has a problem with the KoKaine Konspiracy. Nowhere in that sentence was 'Dave Demento has a problem with the KKK'. I could give two sh~ts about them."
Fun fact: Two sh~ts is the same height as DMK.
"Dave! I need you."
"What I need is a f~cking drink."
"Be serious for a f~cking moment... I told you no for that rematch. So you go behind my back and make a challenge on a show that was broadcast to the world?!? Now I have to deliver."
"You are god damn right you have to deliver. I need to settle this with Bishop. I need to prove that I am the better man. And the only way I was going to get the damn shot was if I took the situation in my own hands."
"You're starting to talk just like them. Get your sh~t together, Dave!"
"And you're starting to sound just like Xavier f~cking Pierce! "I want it run my way!" and "I decide who reaches their fullest potential". It's just a bunch of sh~t spewing out of your mouth, Lila."
She huffs, the same huff that every girl does when a fight is not going their way. You know, the one where they try to show that they don't care about what you're saying. But in reality, it eats them up inside.
"Exactly. You have no reply to that. I'm still going to f~cking help you, because I want to see this place succeed. I'll win the International championship, then I'll do what you f~cking want and win the tag championships..."
Her eyes light up a bit, however she is still mad. She sees red, just as I do.
"...but I'm my own man. I'm not going to be just another Lila Sleater guy. I'm a Dave Demento guy. At the end of the day, that's all I want to be: a Dave f~cking Demento guy."
[Gorilla Position - T minus 2 minutes]
This is it.
A curtain is the only thing that stands between me and the rush of the crowd once my music hits. A simple black curtain stands between the sea of waving hands placed over the guardrail waiting for a simple slap from my own two hands. This curtain is the only thing standing in my way of going out to the ring and recapturing my International championship. The thing that I love the most is currently in the vile hands of a sick, sick boy. Nerves run up and down my body, the tingling sensation that I love each and every time I stand here waiting for my music to be played.
Tonight is different.
Tonight I lay it all on the line to end this feud of crimson between Joe Bishop and I. As the months go by, gallons of blood leave my body. I wanted this, I wanted to feel my own pain while defending the place that I love. The same place that Josh loves, Nikki loves, and Penny loves. We've all put our bodies on the line and risked our own long term health in order to protect this place. This place is the epitome of making it in the world of professional wrestling. This place has propelled men like Phillip Schneider and Drakz into super-stardom.
It all boils down to this.
Joe Bishop versus Dave Demento - 2014 WFWF Feud of the Year. The memories of the dark snowy streets of London will haunt my mind forever. The sound of the blood-stained snow crunching underneath the weight of my boot will forever be etched in the dark corners of my mind on repeat. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Drip, drip, drip. Like a broken record, it screeches itself into white noise ringing behind my ears. The burning sensation of steel being raked across my forehead will forever scar my body. The peace and tranquility of life has been broken, and will remain forever broken, fighting for this place to survive.
It's worth it.
Tied. Joe Bishop has one victory over me. I have one victory over him. We have both tasted sweet victory in this blood feud. However, we have both tasted our own sweet blood while fighting in this feud. I've slammed you off of the top of a steel cage in the middle of Madison Square Garden. You've beaten me to a bloody pulp in the middle of London, England. Tonight, in Seattle, all of this comes to an end. When I enter that ring, the only objective I have is to save this wonderful place and my International championship from your grubby and greedy hands.
Joe Bishop vs Dave Demento III.
Big Trouble in Little Seattle.
Time to find out who the better man truly is.
I sway my head to the beat of the music emerging from my earbuds. Some classic rock, along with this bottle of beer, is very relaxing following a long evening. It's just me in my little serenity, nothing or nobody bothering me.
"What the hell was that?"
The screaming resonates from the end of the hall. I quickly turn my head, pop out my ear buds and my full attention goes to... Lila Sleater? I would of expected Josh to come find me. Maybe Randel. But certainly not Lila. We haven't talked since the meeting in her office a few weeks back, where she refused to let me have my rematch for my International championship.
"What the hell was what?"
She gives me the stink eye. Does she think I know what she's thinking? Probably, she's a woman.
"Calling out Bishop?!?"
Ruh roh. She's mad. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
"I did what I had to do."
"You did what you WANTED to do. I thought we were f~cking clear on this?!"
"Clear on what, Lila? Clear on you relegating me to the Tag Team division?!? Look, I respect Josh more than anybody else who has the balls to call themselves a WFWF Superstar, but honestly, the tag team division is passé and hasn't been relevant in years."
I rise from my seated position, popping up to a vertical base as I tower over the current WFWF General Manager. To her credit, she isn't backing down.
"If you're such a 'savior', why don't you fix the tag division that is 'passé'?!? F~ck Dave, wasn't it you who wanted to bring back those titles in 2012 when Alex Sean and DGX took their balls and went home?!"
She continues to yell, what she doesn't know is that I really don't care what tone of voice she uses. At the end of the day, the only person I should be looking out for is me.
"I'm above them."
"Like sh~t you are."
"Excuse me?!?"
That pissed me off. Who is she to say that I'm not above the tag team championships. Anybody could hold those championships, Jayson Garrett and Chase Landon just had a reign.
"You are not above them. You are not sh~t until you win the World championship."
Oh f~ck off. Anybody can have that championship too. Dex and Shawn Malakai were both world champions in 2014.
"I don't need to win the World championship right now. You know why? Because I'm ready to end this f~cking war with Bishop! When I do, I regain my International championship. I thought you wanted me to save this company from those non-sensical Revolution douchebags?"
She shakes her head, I'm not sure if she's agreeing with me or if she's that mad. Either way, I continue...
"You wanted them gone since day one. I'm not talking about the night they destroyed Solomon motherf~cking Crow. I'm talking your little feud with Trace before SuperBrawl. You wanted him destroyed, so you went and found Shawn Malakai. He didn't work out like you wanted him to, now did he? Oh wait, he's dead."
I don't know if he is or not, I never cared for Shawn Malakai.
"That was strike one. And then you went and tried Dex and his little group with kung-fu hardons. He was handed the World championship and what happened to him? He lost it just like the whole world and everybody in the back knew he would. You saw his speech earlier, he's a grade A cock-sucking bunghole who expects the world to be handed to him. He has all this 'inspirational' bullsh~t. It's exactly that: bullsh~t."
If looks could kill, Lila Sleater would have murdered me a few minutes ago. But of course, I continue to open my mouth...
"That was strike two. Now it's your last chance to actually hit a homerun and finally get what you want. You want to get rid of 'The Final Revolution' so badly that you continue to look for a guy to do it. At the end of our meeting a few weeks ago, I couldn't help but realize that I'm just guy number three on your revolving quest to end things..."
"Dave..."
"Let's do the math, shall we? Shawn Malakai lasted a month against The Final Revolution. He failed, took his ball and left."
"Dave!..."
"Carry over the one, Dex lasted a month against The Final Revolution before Trace screwed him out of the title. F~ck, he didn't even screw him. Dex was not going to walk out as champion anyway. So... Dex lasted a month before he took his ball and left."
She's continuing to try and grab my attention but all I see is red.
"That leaves me, Lila! That leaves me as the only other viable guy to do what the other two title prestige raping douches couldn't. That leaves me to destroy the Final Revolution. And now you're telling me I can't?"
"Dave! Shut the f~ck up and listen to me!"
Fine. I'll listen to whatever sh~t you're going to spew out of your mouth. Will I believe it? I doubt it.
"What?"
"We had a deal. You already had your shot against Bishop, and I have a problem with the KKK. God, I hate f~cking saying that!"
"That's the line, right there. What you just said. 'I have a problem with the KKK'. Lila Sleater has a problem with the KoKaine Konspiracy. Nowhere in that sentence was 'Dave Demento has a problem with the KKK'. I could give two sh~ts about them."
Fun fact: Two sh~ts is the same height as DMK.
"Dave! I need you."
"What I need is a f~cking drink."
"Be serious for a f~cking moment... I told you no for that rematch. So you go behind my back and make a challenge on a show that was broadcast to the world?!? Now I have to deliver."
"You are god damn right you have to deliver. I need to settle this with Bishop. I need to prove that I am the better man. And the only way I was going to get the damn shot was if I took the situation in my own hands."
"You're starting to talk just like them. Get your sh~t together, Dave!"
"And you're starting to sound just like Xavier f~cking Pierce! "I want it run my way!" and "I decide who reaches their fullest potential". It's just a bunch of sh~t spewing out of your mouth, Lila."
She huffs, the same huff that every girl does when a fight is not going their way. You know, the one where they try to show that they don't care about what you're saying. But in reality, it eats them up inside.
"Exactly. You have no reply to that. I'm still going to f~cking help you, because I want to see this place succeed. I'll win the International championship, then I'll do what you f~cking want and win the tag championships..."
Her eyes light up a bit, however she is still mad. She sees red, just as I do.
"...but I'm my own man. I'm not going to be just another Lila Sleater guy. I'm a Dave Demento guy. At the end of the day, that's all I want to be: a Dave f~cking Demento guy."
"So close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters"
[Gorilla Position - T minus 2 minutes]
This is it.
A curtain is the only thing that stands between me and the rush of the crowd once my music hits. A simple black curtain stands between the sea of waving hands placed over the guardrail waiting for a simple slap from my own two hands. This curtain is the only thing standing in my way of going out to the ring and recapturing my International championship. The thing that I love the most is currently in the vile hands of a sick, sick boy. Nerves run up and down my body, the tingling sensation that I love each and every time I stand here waiting for my music to be played.
Tonight is different.
Tonight I lay it all on the line to end this feud of crimson between Joe Bishop and I. As the months go by, gallons of blood leave my body. I wanted this, I wanted to feel my own pain while defending the place that I love. The same place that Josh loves, Nikki loves, and Penny loves. We've all put our bodies on the line and risked our own long term health in order to protect this place. This place is the epitome of making it in the world of professional wrestling. This place has propelled men like Phillip Schneider and Drakz into super-stardom.
It all boils down to this.
Joe Bishop versus Dave Demento - 2014 WFWF Feud of the Year. The memories of the dark snowy streets of London will haunt my mind forever. The sound of the blood-stained snow crunching underneath the weight of my boot will forever be etched in the dark corners of my mind on repeat. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Drip, drip, drip. Like a broken record, it screeches itself into white noise ringing behind my ears. The burning sensation of steel being raked across my forehead will forever scar my body. The peace and tranquility of life has been broken, and will remain forever broken, fighting for this place to survive.
It's worth it.
Tied. Joe Bishop has one victory over me. I have one victory over him. We have both tasted sweet victory in this blood feud. However, we have both tasted our own sweet blood while fighting in this feud. I've slammed you off of the top of a steel cage in the middle of Madison Square Garden. You've beaten me to a bloody pulp in the middle of London, England. Tonight, in Seattle, all of this comes to an end. When I enter that ring, the only objective I have is to save this wonderful place and my International championship from your grubby and greedy hands.
Joe Bishop vs Dave Demento III.
Big Trouble in Little Seattle.
Time to find out who the better man truly is.
