Post by Juan Hefe on May 9, 2005 14:01:44 GMT -5
"Dastardly" Damien Demento and Jimmy King are training at a local Charlottetown gym, getting ready for Friday night's show. Jimmy King, as he is wont to do, initiates the conversation.
"So Damien, how does it feel to finally be a champion?"
Demento, who's performing one arm chin-ups (using his bionic right arm), completes his set and then drops to the floor.
"You know Jimmy, it feels good. Jobbing to all those Japanese bastards was getting really, really old. Getting called half-breed all the time is really overrated as well."
Demento, who's father was Japanese and mother American, used to be a mid-card heel in AJPW before he brutally maimed one of his opponents. This led directly to his exodus from the Land of the Rising Sun into the waiting arms of Juan Hefe and the MWA.
"Yeah, although I was huge in Japan, I never enjoyed the marks there. Not enough rats for my liking. So, who you fighting this Friday?"
Demento grabs a towel from a nearby bench and wipes his forehead before speaking.
"No one yet. Seems like I might have intimidated most people in the locker room."
Jimmy King strikes a thoughtful pose and comes up with a suggestion.
"Tell you what Damien, if no one else has challenged you by Friday, I'll give it a shot. You know, for old time's sake."
Demento's demeanour brightens at this idea and he shakes Jimmy King's hand.
"I look forward to it Jimmy. You'll be able to save some money on that face lift you've been wanting to get as well..."
"So Damien, how does it feel to finally be a champion?"
Demento, who's performing one arm chin-ups (using his bionic right arm), completes his set and then drops to the floor.
"You know Jimmy, it feels good. Jobbing to all those Japanese bastards was getting really, really old. Getting called half-breed all the time is really overrated as well."
Demento, who's father was Japanese and mother American, used to be a mid-card heel in AJPW before he brutally maimed one of his opponents. This led directly to his exodus from the Land of the Rising Sun into the waiting arms of Juan Hefe and the MWA.
"Yeah, although I was huge in Japan, I never enjoyed the marks there. Not enough rats for my liking. So, who you fighting this Friday?"
Demento grabs a towel from a nearby bench and wipes his forehead before speaking.
"No one yet. Seems like I might have intimidated most people in the locker room."
Jimmy King strikes a thoughtful pose and comes up with a suggestion.
"Tell you what Damien, if no one else has challenged you by Friday, I'll give it a shot. You know, for old time's sake."
Demento's demeanour brightens at this idea and he shakes Jimmy King's hand.
"I look forward to it Jimmy. You'll be able to save some money on that face lift you've been wanting to get as well..."