Was just another day at work for this Demoman, exploding everything to bits and getting paid for it by the Blu Corporation. Bloody gibs fly and booze is always on demand, what more could a Demoman want? Drunkenly confident, WesWilson stumbles out of the starting gates when the crazy old lady finishes her countdown. Just when he was about to unload his grenade launcher, a searing pain racks his skull and he face plants to the ground in a gurgling scream. With technology not understood by anyone but the crazy lady, Wes magically comes back to life at the Blu’s base. With a splitting headache he moans and curses anything that is Sniper and stubbles back out into the open.
He switches to his Sticky Launcher and begins to place Stickies around a doorframe. The smell of cigarette smoke slightly fills the air but Wes continues to set up his trap. A cold jab stings his spine and a paralyzing fear comes over him before he passes out. Again, after a few seconds, the mysterious technology resurrects Wes from the dead. With a splitting headache and a sore back, he curses anything that’s Spy. The raging drunken Demoman stumbles out yet again, even though he sears with rage at Spies and Snipers, he’s got to get his paycheck or how will he gets his booze?