Bio:
Psychopath, Entertainer, Champion... Dave Pietka is one of Wrestling's more notorious figures. While most of the records of the beginning of his career has been lost, what is remembered is that his career was started back in 1995 in Jawaad Mahmood's NICW and grew to be one of Wrestling's lesser-liked personalities; not due to his tactics or work-ethic, but his family. After some time passed, he launched himself into feds such as GFWA, IWF/WOW, a re-born NICW, ICW, and allowed his reputation to revive itself.
Feuds with names like John Maher, Kuba Rico, Shawn Viper, Gabriel Demorte, Chris Courtade, Shane Destiny... creating Wicked Existenz with his best friend, Tommy Grayson, and including the Anti-Social Sublife. Pietka's reputation grew more and more, but he never tried to join feds like EMWC and try for a better rep, feeling he didn't need to be a20part of it to get noticed. He became adept at Hardcore Matches, where he can compensate for his lack of size and raw strength with weapons and his little surprises. He survived a Boston Street Fight against Boltz and Shawn Viper for the ICW TV Title... he survived DWF's Master's Cell Match against Gabriel Demorte for the DWF World Championship... he survived a tournament and the Orgy of Pain match in ACW to become their only Atlantic Coast Champion... he survived the Seven Faces of Death match in ACW to KEEP his title.
His skills, however, have never been limited to chairshots and kendo sticks. Pietka's an accomplished technical wrestler and has wrestled many legendary figures on their own terms, despite any disadvantages he might have, and come away victorious. One such example is his victory over the Mixed Martial Arts expert Larry Gionet, where he outwrestled the then-SPW World Champion. Aside from this, Pietka has been known to adapt quickly to new situations and, due to his hard-to-predict nature, launch effective counter-offensives. Still, at his core, he's looking to hurt people... it's what the people want, after all.
He's never alone, and we're not talking about voices in his head. Devin DeMasters, Pietka's long-time girlfriend and a competant athlete in her own right. She is just as dangerous as Pietka is, though Devin's more comfortable playing the part of 'seductive destraction.' However, her presence is often enough to cause most people to think twice about their actions... especially ac tions against her. Pietka's been known to be exceptionally brutal to those who have laid their hands on Devin(along with suffering the potential wrath of her father, Derrick,) which shows that while Pietka's humanity isn't completely lost, he saves what little he has left on those he calls 'friend.'
After a whirlwind display of violence and savagery, referred to by many as the "Tour de Carnage," Pietka has accomplished a long-term goal in his career; admittance into the SPW's Hall of Fame. He has been criticized by many over his spectacularly brutal methods of achieving this accolade, but has maintained he holds no regrets and that he did what the crowd had wanted to see. In essence, he made himself out to be the most vicious, bastardly villain on their roster... and was, indeed, celebrated for it. In a private discussion with some friends and associates, Pietka has admitted that this has calmed him a little... enough to stop attacking people so indiscriminately and focus on the greater picture; entertaining the masses through massive displays of spectacular violence.
Entrance:
[The lights go out except for the big screen... where we see a shot of Richard Dawson as Damon Killian from the 1987 film "The Running Man," in front of the stage with microphone in hand.]
Richard Dawson: Shhhhhhhhh...
[Everyone in the arena... and we mean EVERYONE... gets quiet.]
Richard Dawson: It's.... SHOWTIIIIIIIIIME!
[Instantly, we hear the hard rock guitar opening of Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" and the lights rocket back on, a heavy spotlight on the entrance ramp. The crowd, already hyped up, starts to go insane once they see the people walk on stage, side by side. On the left is a sultry, stacked, brunette with a tight red t ank-top, leather jacket, blue jeans, and a seductive smile that gathers quite a few hoots and hollers from the crowd. She's looking at the man next to her through her sunglasses, which have a pair of holographic 'D's in each lens.]
[The man she's looking at is a thin man, at least compared to most of the men on the roster. His t-shirt, which is tucked into the loose-fitting blue jeans he's wearing, has an anime-style drawing of himself on it in a rather elaborate pose, holding what looks to be a steel chair behind his back. What seems to be a case of life-imitating-art, the man does happen to have a steel chair on his back, resting in some kind of sling or sheath. On his head is a large, black, cloth top hat with a stuffed skull and crossbones on the front, grinning about as wildly as the lips on his stubbled face.]
Mick Karsh: Ladies and Gentlemen... Now heading to the ring, accompanied by "Double D" Devin DeMasters... From Coral Springs, Florida. Weight One Hundred and Eighty-Five Pounds... He is the Hardcore Godsend... The Eleventh Plague... The Steel Chair Samurai... HE IS EVIL VOODOO DAVE...
" H E A V Y
M E N T A L "
D A V E
P I E T K A !!!
#Ladies and Gentlemen, please...
#Would you bring your attention to me?
#For a feast for your eyes to see.
#An explosion of catastrophe.
#Like nothing you've ever seen before.
#Watch closely as I open this door.
#Your jaws will be on the floor.
#After this, you'll be begging for more.
[Grinning from ear to ear, and with DeMasters' arm wrapped firmly around his own, the two start making their way down to the ring. The crowd is completely into them, cheering loudly and throwing up their signs. Mental rears back his head, seemingly basking in the adulations he's on the receiving end of. DeMasters plays to and with the crowd, using her free hand to slap a few hands and garner more cheers.]
#Welcome to the show...
#Please come inside...
[Pietka stops in the middle of the aisle, looking to both sides. He slowly raises his hand to the chair slung on his back, and the crowd's reaction gets higher.]
#LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
[He steps to face the left side of the arena, shouting to them the following lyrics... with a notible exception... and the crowd answers.]
#(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
#(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? &nb sp; "YES!"
#(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!
[He turns to the right side of the arena.]
#LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
[And the process repeats itself.]
#(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
#(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
#(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!
[Pietka then faces foward, and whips the chair out of its sheath and raises it high.]
#LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
[Three columns of pyro shoot upward as the chair finishes its trip above Mental's head... guess he DOES need pyro after all... the chair itself is a pretty sight to see. The dull glean of its surgical steel, with the PWN-Stars logo etched into the back of the chair, and a colored frame right on the seat. Mental's eyes are wide, his mouth open with a gaping, almost frightening, grin. DeMasters applauds her man during all this.]
[As the pyro dies out, they continue their journey to the ring, with Mental stepping ahead... and then running into the ring. He bounds over to the furthest turnbuckle and jumps on, presenting himself to the maddening crowd. They simply go beserk, and cry out louder still as he thrusts his chair into the air once more. Some in the closer rows stand up, fold up the chairs they are sitting on, and thrust them into the air in lieu of signage.20The Evil Voodoo Army.]
#Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Evening.
#You've seen that seeing is believing.
#Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding.
#Please check to see if you're still breathing.
#Hold tight, 'cause the show, it's not over.
#If you will, please, move in closer.
#You're about to be bowled over.
#By the wonders you're about to behold here.
[DeMasters steps through the ropes, still applauding for Pietka. As she gets closer, Mental lowers the chair, which she takes. Pietka takes the Evil Voodoo Hat off his head, placing it over his heart, and steps onto the top turnbuckle. He bows to the crowd, and then proceeds to moonsault himself off the turnbuckle as he comes back up, placing the hat back onto his head as he flips. The innumerable camera flashes can only be described as an exploding supernova.]
#Welcome to the show...
#Please come inside...
[And once again, Mental shouts out to the crowd... and they respond in turn.]
#LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
#(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
#(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
#(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!
#LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
#(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
#(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
#(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IIIIIIIIIIIIT!
[As the musical interlude begins, Mental wanders into what seems to be his corner. He hands off his hat to DeMasters and plants a kiss right on her lips. The hottest chick ever to be reared by a Hells' Angel exits the ring, leaving Mental in the ring with a playful smile on his face as the music fades out.]
