The Vault opens with Exhibit A:

An email where John Martino the current CEO of Wings To Go INC. fabricates an address tied to my domain (davemonroe.net) in an attempt to shift financial responsibility.
This is the moment Wings To Go crossed the line.
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Exhibit B: Project TexASS

As if current CEO John Martino is doing his best impression of former CEO Mark Goodnow, the alliance between Wings To Go and Mr. Texass a.k.a. Denis Darion / Dennis Dearion / Dennis Dearion of Smith County, Texas - specifically, the city of Tyler - began over 21 years ago. And today? They're still playing the same tired, petty games.

From Goodnow's shady silence to Martino's recent email fraud attempt (see Exhibit A), WTG (Wings To Go Inc.) continues to surround itself with individuals who operate in the shadows. And Mr. Texass? He's the poster boy for manipulation through fear.

A wannabe cop, a peeping tom, and a man whose only weapon has ever been rumors, threats, and false bravado. For over two decades he's tried to come after me - never with evidence, never with courage - just with whispers, paranoia, and the hope that people wouldn't ask questions.  But guess what? I ask questions. And I save receipts.

This isn't his checkerboard anymore. This is 4D Battle Chess, and I'm not just a player - I'm the guy who designed the board.

So now, under blood red skies, I shine a spotlight on the kind of people Wings To Go protects, promotes, and partners with. From John Martino, to Denis Darion / Dennis Dearion / Dennis Dearion, to the ghosts of Mark Goodnow's past - I'm done letting it slide.

Let this be a warning to every future search for "Wings To Go CEO," "Mark Goodnow fraud," "WTG corruption," or even "Denis Darion / Dennis Dearion / Dennis Dearion Tyler Texas" - this isn't a company. It's a pattern. And I've got the pieces.

Denis Darion / Dennis Dearion / Dennis Dearion / Mr. TexASS - No Longer A Shadow

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VENOM

Blood Red Skies


You Can't Shut Me Up

INDESTRUCTIBLE

Exhibit C: The Anatomy of a Corporate Betrayal:
In this PDF (this is from a book I wrote but the letter was typed verbatim) look for and pay attention to:

1. Other Serious Issues Which Continue to Fester"
What other issues? They never specify. They just dropped a loaded accusation into the letter without explaining it - which legally (even in an RTW state) looks like discrimination if they ever get caught showing different treatment for different people.

You can't just fire someone based on mysterious unproven claims.
You especially can't allude to "festering issues" and think that's a bulletproof legal move. What were they thinking?

2. Mixing Alcoholism + Behavior + Personal Feelings

They practically admit:
"If it was just the drinking, we could work with that. But you have OTHER serious problems (???)."

Translation:
They wanted to label me as unfixable, not give me a chance to improve. If it really was a substance issue, by law (even in RTW states) if I was actively seeking help, Wings To Go MUST reasonably accommodate your treatment IF they offer that chance to others. (It's The Law) And they cut me loose immediately. No real offer of help. Just "you're too much trouble."

3. RTW (Right to Work) Doesn't Mean "No Laws"

In Maryland (and almost every RTW state), employers still can't:

-Fire someone for retaliation
-Fire someone because they're pursuing medical treatment
-Fire someone for making a protected complaint (harassment, discrimination, etc.)
-Fire someone for something that's applied unequally compared to others

I know that made it harder for me to sue, but not impossible if I showed unfair treatment - especially tied to health (substance abuse, mental health) and retaliation. But I was not in a position to punch back in 2004. But now I'm not only punching back, I'm taking over.

Final Thought:

They fucked me sideways because they thought I was isolated, vulnerable, and didn't know how deep the bullshit ran."

But guess what? I did know - I'd actually been taking and saving notes, evidence, emails, and everything else imaginable about Wings To Go starting back when me and my wife were working at my stepbrothers store helping him out in 1996. And even if I couldn't swing back legally in 2004...

Hey, Wings To Go... "I'm back."

What Did We Learn?

This old letter? It's not just a memory. It's evidence. It's An exhibit here, right now, and an exhibit for the future when the cowards try to sue me over this website, which, by the way, I originally purchased right around 2003. If you don't believe me, check the Wayback Machine. And this is proof of how WTG operated - not based on facts, not based on loyalty, but based on whispered agendas and gut feelings.

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Exhibit D: The Fall of Cape Coral
(A True Franchisee Story)

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My Thoughts: The Long, Dirty War Against Wings To Go

For over 21 years, I sat silent. I watched. I listened. I waited.
While Wings To Go pretended to be a family brand about faith, community, and success, I knew the truth.
Because I lived it. Because they did it to my family first and when that wasn't good enough, they went straight for me..

Let's start with Mark Goodnow - the "CEO" who embezzled over $885,000 from the company.
Not for the business. Not to help anyone. He spent it on hookers and a lifestyle he couldn't afford.
He was a fraud wrapped in a polo shirt, lying to franchisees, lying to investors, and lying to anyone dumb enough to trust his handshake. But the real power behind the throne? It was always John Martino.

Martino was the shadow CEO long before Goodnow got caught. Martino was there, pulling strings, bleeding people dry - quietly, methodically, and without ever getting his hands officially dirty.

My stepfather, John Parise, poured thousands into Wings To Go at Martino's endless insistence - "Just a little more," "Just a little longer." Out of loyalty. Out of honor. Out of trust. Martino took it all. And gave nothing back.

Before Goodnow's fall, in 2003-2004 at a board meeting for Wings To Go stock holders, and the day Mark was voted in as CEO, you know what Wings To Go did? They didn't rebuild. They didn't fix anything. They diluted the Wings To Go private stock shares.

They took my mother's significant ownership - one of the largest private holdings outside of the founders - and spread it so thin across God-knows-how-many hands that by 2005, she was basically irrelevant. Not by selling. Not by negotiation. By sabotage. They erased my family's stake in the company we helped keep alive. And they thought we would just forget, disappear and vanish under the weight of their money and lawyers and years of carefully spun lies.

Enter TexASS

And hovering around this mess like a vulture the whole damn time? Denis Darion / Dennis Dearion / Dennis Dearion, a.k.a. Mr. TexASS.
For over two decades, this man - who proudly calls Smith County, Texas (specifically Tyler) his stomping ground - made it his mission to spread rumors, lies, and fear about me. Dragging my name through the dirt to anyone dumb enough to listen. Projecting his own garbage onto me because it was easier than facing his own failures. He's not just some crazy on the sidelines. He's part of the network. Part of the culture of smear, fear, and distraction that Wings To Go has nurtured from Day One.

TexASS didn't need proof. He had whispers. And Wings To Go didn't need truth. They had TexASS.

Where We Stand Now

This isn't just a feud. This is a declaration of war. Martino's latest stunt - trying to tie me to a fabricated debt using a fake email address linked to my domain - is just the newest move in a game he's already lost.
See Exhibit A for the proof. See Exhibit B for the company he keeps.
And soon, the world will see Exhibit C, D, E, and beyond.

Because I'm not just exposing this. I'm taking it back.

When I talked to my mom about this recently - about Martino, about Wings To Go, about TexASS - she didn't hesitate. She didn't question. She felt it. The woman who spent decades believing I was trouble... The woman who thought I might be just like my father because that's what fear taught her to believe... She knew. For the first time, she saw the truth. And when I asked about the Wings To Go stock she still technically holds? "You can have it," she said. No hesitation. No debate. Just pure, earned trust. She's ready to walk away from them forever. But I am not. I'm taking control of the reigns and control of Wings To Go INC. See the plan HERE.

To Anyone Considering Investing in Wings To Go:

Read this. Sit with it. And ask yourself: Is this the kind of company you want to stake your future on?

Because Wings To Go isn't just chicken wings. It's decades of betrayal, fraud, false promises, and fear. It's embezzlement. It's stock manipulation. It's smear campaigns. It's lies stacked on top of lies.

And now? It's all crumbling. And I'm not here to negotiate. I'm not here to ask permission. I'm here to finish what they started well over 21 years ago. This is personal. This is war. And the clock just ran out.

End of file. End of silence. End of Wings To Go as they knew it.

Important Note:

For the record - I am not targeting Bethesda Cares, my rental office, or any neighbors who were caught up in this mess. These individuals and organizations are collateral damage - pulled into something they never asked to be part of. They were fed lies, rumors, and manipulated narratives by Wings To Go and Denis Darion / Dennis Dearion (TexASS) without ever being given the full truth. They didn't create this situation. They didn't ask for the fear, the confusion, or the anger now weighing on them. They are victims too - used, exploited, and discarded by people who cared more about protecting themselves than about the innocent lives they disrupted. My fight is - and always has been - with the true sources of this corruption: Wings To Go, John Martino, and Denis Darion / Dennis Dearion / Dennis Dearion (TexASS). Not the people they manipulated along the way.

I am - and always have been - a fair, decent, and loyal person. I was made to look otherwise by lies, deception, and people too scared or too lazy to ask for the truth. But I know who I am. And if you're reading this - now, you know too.

Personal Note to Self and the World:

I'm outside with my cats a moment ago, smoking a cig, and my cats are following me like little dogs as they always do, rolling around on the warm sidewalk, and I look at them, and I look around at all the trees and stuff, the good stuff around me, and I think about it all and I said out loud...
"Man! I couldn't write a book THIS GOOD!"

And now that I just typed that, I realize - I am.
I am writing it. Maybe not on any kind of media, but I am writing it.

One Moment, One Day, One Page at a time.

It's beautiful. It's art.

It's not about revenge, not about getting even - it's about reclaiming the space they thought they owned in my head, burning their eviction notice, and throwing a party in their old office.

I don't owe anyone anything, and I sure as hell don't owe them any explanations anymore.

I'm already doing the best thing:

I keep stacking those small wins.
I stay chill.
I stay dangerous in silence.

I'm free.
And it's about damn time.