although only 29 years of age wesley duane chapman has lived a life filled with experiences of one much older.
Wesley was born November 14th 1980 to Anne Marie Tegnel and Duane lee Chapman, better known to the world as dog the bounty hunter. Little could this small infant know the trials that life had in store for him. At the tender age of one his biological parents split up and his mother took both him and his baby brother not only from the family home but to a different state. it wasn't long before his mother was in another relationship with a man who had some strange and twisted ideas of punishment and abuse. One punishment was putting him and his little brother in a dog house and making them stay there. After several years of abuse Wesley's behavior became erratic and his mother chose to abandoned him leaving the authorities to raise the troubled child.
With little time or patience to try and find the root cause of the bad behavior the authorities just decided to gave him drugs to control his temper and behavior and if bad side effects were to happen instead of taking him of the medication they would gave him more to counter act he side effects. After years of living in a nightmare wesley was reunited with his grandma and was able to escape the cold hardness of the institution to be with her. forall she was allowed to have him live with her she was not at that moment in time granted full custody which meant at any time the authorities could come and take him back to the institution they had him living in before hand. Unfortunately it also meant that she had to keep him on his medication. He had only been living with his grandmother for a few years when she became ill and had to stop working making the money situation in the home tight, it was at this time Wesley found he had a natural talent for marketing and started to work to raise money to buy things he wanted. Once in his late teens his medication was stopped and his life slowly started to get to some kind of normality. At the age of 16 and with his daily meds a thing of the past Wesley reached out to his biological mother hoping to bring closure and some sort of normality into his life. Despite his best efforts to reconnect with Anne Marie there was no parent child bond there and instead of a mother he found a stranger that he could not connect with for all he loved and respected her.
now wesley is happily married to the woman of his dreams with 5 beautiful children. not only that but he is now the CEO of his own company. now that wesley has been reunited with his biological father and his side of the family, he has decided to share his story with the world via his own website (http://www.wesleydchapman.com ) in hopes that it will help others that have been or are going through ruff times. to help them see that there is hope, there is light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. Wesley is hoping to expand on the online chapters of his life story and to turn it sometime in the near future into a book.
Monday, 21 June 2010
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
The conference
We start the scene with a large round conference table. Black in colour with a red pentagon etched inside of it. At each point a chair is placed, all are facing in except the one at the head of the table. We see the red and black velvet back. It’s facing a bunch of television screens all broadcasting different channels from all around the world. We hear a knock.
“Come” booms the voice from behind the chair.
Four men in suits enter and each stands behind a different chair. The chairs are all different colours and each chairs colour matches the colour of the tie of the man stood behind it. The large chair at the head of the table turns slowly to face the table and we see a man with a bright red face and suit sat talking on a mobile.
“ok so if you can get that published as soon as” he sits intensely listening to the person on the other end “urhu urhu well if you think that would antagonize them that bit more” listening again he gestures for the four men to sit down which they do as one. “Look if it kicks off trouble, no matter what size the fight, it will inevitably escalate. Look I have to go I have a very important meeting so I’ll talk to you latter.” Hanging up the phone he places it onto the table. “Sorry about that boy’s it was one of my publicists in America.” Nervously the four men smiled. “so boys as I can see” he said pointing to the television screens behind him “you’re all doing ok but how about telling me what’s going on” he turned to face the man who was sat on the white chair “well according to all the books you’re the first to show so why don’t you go first”
“Well” said the man moving nervously in his seat and opening the white covered file that was on the table in front of him. “As you can see from this chart bubonic plaque and smallpox are all but whipped out” he said handing out sheets he took out of the file. “there are a few people who still have samples unfortunately I haven’t been able to turn them yet though I am still working on it” the red faced man nodded at him with a look of approval on his face. “Influenza as you can see is currently at a stand still no sooner does one lot kick off but another lot is cured”
“What about slight alterations in the virus” the man with a red face asked
“We have tried sir but to date there’s always someone who seems to be able to fix it.” Nervously he straightened his tie. “Aids as you can see is on the increase this I think is my finest baby yet”
Smiling the man with a red face looking up “how did you manage it”
“Well sir we managed to decrease the amounts of leaflets and adverts for condoms”
“Well done” the red face man smiled at him
“Thank you sir” he smiled back “sars is starting to loom it’s a new thing along with bird flu but both have potential.” Then reaching into the file once more he pulled out another piece of paper.
“What’s this” the red faced man asked as he retrieved the paper
“Its something I played with two years ago with you permission I’d like to try again only take it world wide instead of just one country”
“Isn’t this more your area” the red face man asked the man sat in the black chair
“It is” the man sat in the white chair interjected “but because it’s a disease he gave me free reign to spare it.”
“well if its ok with you” the red faced man asked the man sat in the black chair who in turn nodded “well in that case” he said turning once again to the man in the white chair “on you go” handing the papers back to the man in the white chair he turned to face the man in the red chair and waited for him to start.
“Well I’m glad to say I have no loony’s” the man in the red chair stated
“Yet” one of the others interrupted
“No they seemed to vanish after 1700 must say though they knew how to kill”
“Who was that chick again? Oh late 1500’s” his friend in the white chair asked confidently after all his turn had passed with flying colours.
“You mean Elizabeth Bathory” the man in the red chair asked
“That’s her Mrs. Let me bath in you” the man in the white chair sniggered
“Yeah literally” one of the others laughed
“Yes well she did her job well just like Vlad before her. Different style same idea and both very effective.”
“And now” the red faced man asked impatiently.
Taking a book with a red leather binding around out of a bag the man sat in the red chair handed it over. Opening it the man with a red face looked happy but confused.
“What your holding in your hand is part of a collection of journals” the man in the red chair stated
Looking even more confused the man with the red face simply said “journals”
“That’s correct sir. That one your holding starts with Adolph Hitler” the man with a red face nodded at him and flipped through the pages. “I have others from people like Joseph Starlin, Ted Bundy, and Jim Jones to name but a few”
“Cool” replied the red face man
“I also managed to get both Saddam Hussein and Slobodan Milosevic’s off Saddam days before he was captured”
Looking up from the book the man with a red face turned to face the man in the red chair “what do you use them for” he asked
“well if I find some with the potential to be a serial killer I give them the journals of people like Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, and finest pupil who everyone knows as jack the ripper. If they want to be dictators I give them Adolph Hitler’s, Fidel Castro, and Slobodan Milosevic’s” he paused looking across to the man with a red face “speaking of whom he’s a big miss up there. How’s he coping down here?”
“Not bad”
“Can I see him latter” he asked the man with a red face who in turn nodded. Smiling the man in the red chair continued “reading these helps them to see the best and worst ways of doing things what works and what doesn’t”
“Excellent” the man with a red face replied while handing the books back. “So how’s it going up there at the moment?”
“So so” the man in the red chair replied nervously “I mean of my main two Sadam has been captured and I’ve not heard from Osama Bin Ladin for 7 months now”
“So how much longer do you think this war can continue” the red faced man asked anxiously.
“well I’m kind of lucky to have found out that George Bush is not only vain but greedy” taking a sip of water he looked up “I’ve managed to put a few subliminal thoughts in his head about how much better America would be if it ruled Iraq and had its oil supply for its self”
“So it should last at least a good six months?” the man with a red face asked
“Id say at least a year sir” the man in the red chair replied “I see in bush some qualities I saw in Hitler not all but some”
“What about America’s allies?”
“you mean Briton sir” he watched as the man with the red face nodded yes “we are lucky there sir Tony Blair is to stupid to be turned by me however he is as most of Britons ex prime ministers have been Americas puppy dog. America says jump Briton asks how high.”
“That’s good then”
“It is for now sir but if they get another like Churchill or Harold Wilson we are done for."
“Ok” replied the man with a red face and turned his chair to face the man sat in the black chair “now for you” he said waiting for the man to give his presentation.
“With your permissions sir” they man in the black chair said holing up a video
“Be my guest” the red faced man says gesturing towards a video player slightly off to the left. After it is put in the man presses play pictures of people starving to death and fighting over food is shown.
“As we all know Chad, Ethiopia, and south Sudan have had these problems for a lot of years now. The beginning of this year however the UN’s food and agricultural organization warned Somalia and Kenya that this year they to would face hardships”
“Excellent anything else” the man with the red face asked
“Yes” replied the man from the black chair. Knocking the video off and returning to his seat. “Thanks to the war in Iraq the refugees are not receiving the food they require aid is just unable to get through.” He reached into a briefcase and pulled out some papers and handed them around to everyone. “Also we should give mother nature a huge big thank you. The last couple of years she has made not just mine but all of our jobs a lot easier as you can see on the papers you have in front of you” everyone looked and smiled as the man in the black chair continued. “You have the 2004 Indian ocean earthquake which is better known as the Asian tsunami or Boxing Day tsunami. The more recent we have the hurricane that flooded New Orleans and devastated part of America”
“With my disease for animals” the man in the white chair said
“And Mother Nature” continued the man in the black chair “and my crop disease by 2015 we should have a world wide famine.”
“Excellent” the man with a red face smiled. His smile was so wide it seemed to take over his face. Turning towards the man sat in a sickly green chair “and you” he asked.
“Well as my learned friend on my left just said mother nature is making all our lives easier which has almost doubled the death rate in the last 18 months”
picking up his phone the red faced man smiled at the four men “well” he said “thanks for the update” standing up the four men left as the red faced man punched in a number on his phone. “Bonjurno Carlos” he said as he started to turn his chair to face the television screens once more “how are things in Italy” there was a moment of silence as the last of the four men exited the door and closed it “listen” the man with the red face continued “lets start this weeks paper with the story ‘evidence found to collaborate the fact that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene’ that should ruffle a few feathers in the Vatican and test the new guy out.”
“Come” booms the voice from behind the chair.
Four men in suits enter and each stands behind a different chair. The chairs are all different colours and each chairs colour matches the colour of the tie of the man stood behind it. The large chair at the head of the table turns slowly to face the table and we see a man with a bright red face and suit sat talking on a mobile.
“ok so if you can get that published as soon as” he sits intensely listening to the person on the other end “urhu urhu well if you think that would antagonize them that bit more” listening again he gestures for the four men to sit down which they do as one. “Look if it kicks off trouble, no matter what size the fight, it will inevitably escalate. Look I have to go I have a very important meeting so I’ll talk to you latter.” Hanging up the phone he places it onto the table. “Sorry about that boy’s it was one of my publicists in America.” Nervously the four men smiled. “so boys as I can see” he said pointing to the television screens behind him “you’re all doing ok but how about telling me what’s going on” he turned to face the man who was sat on the white chair “well according to all the books you’re the first to show so why don’t you go first”
“Well” said the man moving nervously in his seat and opening the white covered file that was on the table in front of him. “As you can see from this chart bubonic plaque and smallpox are all but whipped out” he said handing out sheets he took out of the file. “there are a few people who still have samples unfortunately I haven’t been able to turn them yet though I am still working on it” the red faced man nodded at him with a look of approval on his face. “Influenza as you can see is currently at a stand still no sooner does one lot kick off but another lot is cured”
“What about slight alterations in the virus” the man with a red face asked
“We have tried sir but to date there’s always someone who seems to be able to fix it.” Nervously he straightened his tie. “Aids as you can see is on the increase this I think is my finest baby yet”
Smiling the man with a red face looking up “how did you manage it”
“Well sir we managed to decrease the amounts of leaflets and adverts for condoms”
“Well done” the red face man smiled at him
“Thank you sir” he smiled back “sars is starting to loom it’s a new thing along with bird flu but both have potential.” Then reaching into the file once more he pulled out another piece of paper.
“What’s this” the red faced man asked as he retrieved the paper
“Its something I played with two years ago with you permission I’d like to try again only take it world wide instead of just one country”
“Isn’t this more your area” the red face man asked the man sat in the black chair
“It is” the man sat in the white chair interjected “but because it’s a disease he gave me free reign to spare it.”
“well if its ok with you” the red faced man asked the man sat in the black chair who in turn nodded “well in that case” he said turning once again to the man in the white chair “on you go” handing the papers back to the man in the white chair he turned to face the man in the red chair and waited for him to start.
“Well I’m glad to say I have no loony’s” the man in the red chair stated
“Yet” one of the others interrupted
“No they seemed to vanish after 1700 must say though they knew how to kill”
“Who was that chick again? Oh late 1500’s” his friend in the white chair asked confidently after all his turn had passed with flying colours.
“You mean Elizabeth Bathory” the man in the red chair asked
“That’s her Mrs. Let me bath in you” the man in the white chair sniggered
“Yeah literally” one of the others laughed
“Yes well she did her job well just like Vlad before her. Different style same idea and both very effective.”
“And now” the red faced man asked impatiently.
Taking a book with a red leather binding around out of a bag the man sat in the red chair handed it over. Opening it the man with a red face looked happy but confused.
“What your holding in your hand is part of a collection of journals” the man in the red chair stated
Looking even more confused the man with the red face simply said “journals”
“That’s correct sir. That one your holding starts with Adolph Hitler” the man with a red face nodded at him and flipped through the pages. “I have others from people like Joseph Starlin, Ted Bundy, and Jim Jones to name but a few”
“Cool” replied the red face man
“I also managed to get both Saddam Hussein and Slobodan Milosevic’s off Saddam days before he was captured”
Looking up from the book the man with a red face turned to face the man in the red chair “what do you use them for” he asked
“well if I find some with the potential to be a serial killer I give them the journals of people like Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, and finest pupil who everyone knows as jack the ripper. If they want to be dictators I give them Adolph Hitler’s, Fidel Castro, and Slobodan Milosevic’s” he paused looking across to the man with a red face “speaking of whom he’s a big miss up there. How’s he coping down here?”
“Not bad”
“Can I see him latter” he asked the man with a red face who in turn nodded. Smiling the man in the red chair continued “reading these helps them to see the best and worst ways of doing things what works and what doesn’t”
“Excellent” the man with a red face replied while handing the books back. “So how’s it going up there at the moment?”
“So so” the man in the red chair replied nervously “I mean of my main two Sadam has been captured and I’ve not heard from Osama Bin Ladin for 7 months now”
“So how much longer do you think this war can continue” the red faced man asked anxiously.
“well I’m kind of lucky to have found out that George Bush is not only vain but greedy” taking a sip of water he looked up “I’ve managed to put a few subliminal thoughts in his head about how much better America would be if it ruled Iraq and had its oil supply for its self”
“So it should last at least a good six months?” the man with a red face asked
“Id say at least a year sir” the man in the red chair replied “I see in bush some qualities I saw in Hitler not all but some”
“What about America’s allies?”
“you mean Briton sir” he watched as the man with the red face nodded yes “we are lucky there sir Tony Blair is to stupid to be turned by me however he is as most of Britons ex prime ministers have been Americas puppy dog. America says jump Briton asks how high.”
“That’s good then”
“It is for now sir but if they get another like Churchill or Harold Wilson we are done for."
“Ok” replied the man with a red face and turned his chair to face the man sat in the black chair “now for you” he said waiting for the man to give his presentation.
“With your permissions sir” they man in the black chair said holing up a video
“Be my guest” the red faced man says gesturing towards a video player slightly off to the left. After it is put in the man presses play pictures of people starving to death and fighting over food is shown.
“As we all know Chad, Ethiopia, and south Sudan have had these problems for a lot of years now. The beginning of this year however the UN’s food and agricultural organization warned Somalia and Kenya that this year they to would face hardships”
“Excellent anything else” the man with the red face asked
“Yes” replied the man from the black chair. Knocking the video off and returning to his seat. “Thanks to the war in Iraq the refugees are not receiving the food they require aid is just unable to get through.” He reached into a briefcase and pulled out some papers and handed them around to everyone. “Also we should give mother nature a huge big thank you. The last couple of years she has made not just mine but all of our jobs a lot easier as you can see on the papers you have in front of you” everyone looked and smiled as the man in the black chair continued. “You have the 2004 Indian ocean earthquake which is better known as the Asian tsunami or Boxing Day tsunami. The more recent we have the hurricane that flooded New Orleans and devastated part of America”
“With my disease for animals” the man in the white chair said
“And Mother Nature” continued the man in the black chair “and my crop disease by 2015 we should have a world wide famine.”
“Excellent” the man with a red face smiled. His smile was so wide it seemed to take over his face. Turning towards the man sat in a sickly green chair “and you” he asked.
“Well as my learned friend on my left just said mother nature is making all our lives easier which has almost doubled the death rate in the last 18 months”
picking up his phone the red faced man smiled at the four men “well” he said “thanks for the update” standing up the four men left as the red faced man punched in a number on his phone. “Bonjurno Carlos” he said as he started to turn his chair to face the television screens once more “how are things in Italy” there was a moment of silence as the last of the four men exited the door and closed it “listen” the man with the red face continued “lets start this weeks paper with the story ‘evidence found to collaborate the fact that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene’ that should ruffle a few feathers in the Vatican and test the new guy out.”
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
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Sunday, 6 June 2010
david philip caldwell - memory's
I will always remember that day. It was the day I found out that I had got a chance to prove myself to the boss of the Life Wrestling Federation or LWF for short. All my life I’d grown up watching the wrestling dreaming of one day being in the squared circle. But that was only a dream when my parents had split I went of the rails and swamped from one to the other neither really able to control me neither really wanting me. I’d ended up being put into the system and living in the rougher part of DC with a foster family that didnt realy care what i did. It was a place where you had to fight to stay alive. As the years went on I got into body building this happened due to the amount of time I had spent in the gym I had to spend a lot of time in the gym to start with like I said where I lived you had to fight to stay alive and I was like a twig to begin with but with training and time I got the muscles I needed to survive both in the house i lived and on the streets. I never went on to collage even though I wanted to. home life was tough, my foster mum became a single parent after my stepdad had tried to kill her and ended up killing himself with remorse, with four kids to raise she was trying her best but the money she was making wasn’t enough to feed all of us so I got a job instead and soon after moved out. Because of my build I had no problems at all finding work at the bars and night clubs as a bouncer. This is where I met the woman I was to marry one miss Alex bell. She was the light that saved me. I’d been hanging around with a group of people who I knew were bad news but I had no where else to go and with being so quiet I found it hard to meet new people. Alex changed that. We soon started dating and after a few months of just knowing each other we were married. I was still going to the gym and on one such occasion met a guy who suggested I started to do body building. Initially I just laughed but Alex said why not after all there was no harm in trying. I entered into my first competition and came second getting me hooked. It was when I was doing a competition that I met Greg ‘the iron fist’ Gater. My childhood hero he had been the LWF hardcore champion and heavy weight champion. He was the reason I had wanted to be a wrestler all those years back and deep down I still wanted to. Eventually I plucked up the courage to go across and speak to him. It didn’t take long till we were chatting like old friends I told him of my interest in becoming a wrestler and he gave me his number saying that he ran his own little training camp just outside of Texas. For weeks after that I hummed and hared about ringing him Alex was all for it. I was lucky that way she always supported me in anything I did. It took the death of a fellow bounce to make me take that final step I picked up the phone and rang ‘the iron fist’. The following day Alex and myself sold up and moved down to Texas it was a big risk neither of us had a place to stay, a roof over our head, or a job. I was honored to have this woman in my life that was willing to give up everything so that I could live my dream. The training camp was hard from day one it was all go. I never knew just how much hard work wrestling really was. I though it was just a case of climb in the ring, beat the crap out each, pin them for the one, two, three then leave and get your pay packet. I had no idea just how much actually went into it the moves you have to learn the speed as well as the strength you had to have and also you had to learn how to fall properly. The first day was spent training things like running; jumping and lifting weights if you couldn’t keep up you were out because you obviously didn’t have what it takes. That first night when I went back to the hotel where we were staying Alex was on a high she had found a job and wanted to celebrate I just wanted to sleep that was our first big fight she went out and I was just to tiered to chase after her so I just laid on the bed and was out cold within minutes. The following day I was up at 6am as I had to be at the training ground for 6.30 just 1 minute late and you were out. Alex was asleep when I left for all I wanted to sort things out with her I didn’t have the time so I just left. The second day we were learning to fall properly. “If you land wrong or position your self wrong you will be seriously injured” ‘iron fist’ stated. I had no idea how right he was I had no problem with the falling it was little things like when you get up using your elbows not your hands that would not sink in at first mind you after having my fingers stood on countless number of times for putting my hands down I soon started to use my elbows. That night when I went back to the hotel Alex was not there I was too tiered to look for her I knew she was street smart so I knew she’d be fine. Once more the second my head hit the pillow I was out. For the next week and a half Alex was a sleep when I woke and gone when I got back we still hadn’t spoken about the argument but now was my chance we got the second weekend off ‘the iron fist’ said we deserved it. From the 39 who had started on the first day now after day 12 there were only 15 of us and on Monday that number would go down again to just 6 after a mock wrestling match. This weekend however I was all Alex’s. on the Friday night I didn’t bother waiting up to give her the good news because I was just so tiered I though it would be a great surprise for her the following morning to wake up and her husband instead of being gone was still there. That morning I was awake before her so I made my way down to the corner shop to get us both some breakfast I had no idea what was in store for me when I returned. Up on returning I found that the door was unlocked I made my way in to find that Alex was no longer in the bed and the shower was running I thought it funny that she would unlock the door to have a shower but thought nothing more about it. I placed what I had bought for our breakfast on the dresser and made my way into the bathroom what I saw shocked me there in the shower not only my wife but another man. I shouted and they both turned to face me Alex flustered and him asking me what the hell I thought I was doing walking into someone else’s room. After that comment I saw red and grabbed him throwing him out the door and into the car park naked before slamming the door and locking it. Alex had a lot of explaining to do. As the man banged on the window begging for his clothes, which I gave him after cutting them lengthways in half, Alex tried to justify what she had done by saying that she had felt neglected and that I was never around I told her that was no excuse and she asked for forgiveness begging me to take her back to DC where we had both been happy. It was then that I realized she didn’t want me for me she wanted me because back then I had been a door mat. I refused to go back and told her I was going out for a walk. I went to see my trainer Greg ‘the iron fist’ Gater I asked him if he thought I had what it would take to make it in the business or should I forget it and go back home. He told me not to give up and asked why I was suddenly questioning things. I explained what had happened that morning and he told me that I could sleep in his spare room for a few weeks until I got my head right. He drove me to the hotel so I could get my stuff. When I got there Alex and her stuff were already gone. She had left a note saying if I changed my mind I could reach her at her mothers. The only thing my mind was thinking was divorce which with the help of ‘iron fist’ I got under way later that same day. For all I was sorry that I was loosing one of the most important things in my life it gave me more time and energy to concentrate on the most important thing my first love wrestling. As the weeks turned into months I honed my skills and even took on a few wrestlers from the local wrestling company there in Texas. It was a small arena it seated 250 people every night it was full as some of the older more well known wrestlers showed off there skills in the ring. I was always pitted against some of the younger starts my last match there was against a guy who had just been signed by the LWF. “If you beat this guy you’re a sure thing” iron fist had said to me. That was it all or nothing the boss of the LWF was there waiting for the match to finish so that the kid I was against Basher Biggins could sign the contract once it was over. I was already in the ring when Bashers music hit and he made his way into the arena. At first my nerves were so bad I couldn’t remember anything then in the crowd I saw him the man who had wrecked my marriage sat there smiling. Something inside of me snapped and I just zoned out and finished the match in record time 5 minutes that was all the match lasted for. Later the boss of LWF came up to me and handed me a piece of paper “be at this place next Friday 4.35pm”. that’s all he said and walked off ‘iron fist’ looked at the paper and hugged me I had been given the opportunity of a life time a chance to fight in a LWF ring. So there I was stood waiting for my match at LWF my chance to impress the boss my opponent Greg ‘the iron fist’ Gater. It was a dream come true. 1500 people, television cameras, and my idol there at the opposite side of the ring. The match seemed to go on for ever and ‘iron fist’ didn’t cut me any slack but I managed to keep going eventually getting the one, two, three for the win. Once back stage I got something else something I’d wanted for a long time a contract. A three year contract to work for LWF. That was 5 years ago now I’m still with LWF I’m the heavy weight champion. The belt looks good around my waist but then I knew it always would.
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