Slayton: the amusement of reality

(The camera starts up and we find ourselves once more in the Wrestleworld Islands, namely a stretch of beach that overlooked the entry area into the WrestleWorld Islands proper which the camera pulls back just a little bit further to show us none other than Devon Slayton himself sitting out in the open sunlight and enjoying a nice bottle of Faygo soda, seemingly taking a moment off from whatever to enjoy the day)

Devon: So no shit there I was, working to prepare for this match which puts myself and Jay Jones against Sweet Roxy and Graham Baker and the...Dimly Duet of Stark and Nas in a three way tag match.

And before anyone says anything, yes I know she doesn't actually go by "Sweet Roxy" anymore but her proper name and I can respect that but then again, in my recent "bad old days" she was still playing that syrupy sweet cute villainess.

(Devon stops long enough to take a pull from his Faygo, which is revealed to be Cream Soda flavor, before setting the bottle back down with a thoughtful look on his face)

Devon: So as I was saying, I was working my ass off to prepare for this match when my principal advisor comes up to me and points out that I need to take a break because it seemed that no one else in our match was taking this seriously...and she was right, so I stopped and took some time off to relax because the old Devon Slayton would've just shrugged off some solid advice like that and kept going no matter what until he was too wrung out for a proper match.

It's amazing what being married to someone who actually cares about you does for a mind and a soul, huh?

So I took Lexi's advice and took a couple of steps back to look at the pool against me and Jay this week and I've got to admit that things do look a little bit dire, don't they?

Let's start with the first team which is composed of Rosanna Vendetta and Graham Baker as I previously mentioned and truthfully, I've watched Rosanna grow by leaps and bounds over the past several months into something that if her mother had any true understanding of what fear was, then she might want to start looking at her daughter in a whole new light.

This is not the same "Sweet Roxy" that everyone has known, I can see it in those clear blue eyes of hers because in those clear baby blues, you can see the swirling mists of a woman who finally has grasped what she truly wants in her life and she understands the lengths that she is willing to go for it.

That opponent that I kept saying that I wanted to face in the constant matches that Ethan and I would have against Sweet Roxy back in the day over in the Omega Wrestling Alliance, this is what I saw in her and tried to draw out...and truth be told I'm happy with the result because it is magnificent in it's dark fury and it takes someone who has been in the kind of pit that young Miss Vendetta has climbed out of it to truly appreciate it...

...having said that however, Rosanna also knows that I'm not the same Devon Slayton that she stepped into the ring with against and that means that at chapter thirty two, we're actually stepping into the ring for the first time together after a fashion and I can't wait to see what happens because in the past, Rosanna, fighting you was always an interesting situation because there was times that you honestly thought that you could pull out the win, only for me to take everyone one of your best shots and still put you down just as easily.

But this weekend, at thirty two...who knows what's going to happen, true?

But it's just a shame that our first time facing each other across the ring has to include two fucknuggets who seem to be obsessed with shoving themselves into my world.

(Devon goes to take another drink from his soda only he stops and gives the camera and incredulous look before lowering the plastic bottle and motioning at the distant horizon)

Devon: If you think that I’m crazy then take a look at how much they mention me in their stuff from the Omega Wrestling Alliance to Strong Style Wrestling!! I mean Nas himself keeps using that freaking “Black Savior” moniker that I was given by a heel color commentator back in the Universal Wrestling Corporation because *he* thought he was being clever at the time.

Too bad a guy named “Ron D. Wood” couldn’t be clever if Chris Rock was his daddy...

Look Nas and Stark, I seriously don’t know what the fuck is up with your constantly dragging me up in promos in other places or why the two of you claim to be done with me and yet somehow, I’m involved in another match or something with either one or the both of you...but this shit will stop one way or another and at chapter thirty two, I am getting yet another shot at shutting the two of you up am I not?

(Devon rolls his eyes as he finally takes a pull from his soda, enjoying the taste of it before lowering it and letting out a slightly frustrated sigh)

Devon: Now I know that Jay is going to be my opponent at Arcadia and nobody needs to try and drive that kind of old shit home, but Jay...you may or may not trust me but you can trust that for one singular night, you have one person who’s not out to jump you from behind or stab you in the back for the sake of some title.

If you believe me or not, Jay it doesn’t matter to me because it’s the truth.

You see my singular goal is to win this match...and maybe do some serious damage to DJ Crazzy Nas and the Starkman but that’s besides the point… and I’m not looking past any of this match for any reason what’s so ever because doing that in the past has cost me more than I would care to think, and despite what dear little Roxy has said in her recent promo, Jay, I’m not going to claim anything like what she’s assuming because tonight it’s a group effort for us to go out there and pick up that win.

But let’s go back to you for a moment, Roxy. Now I’ll admit that you are a top rate athlete and that you’ve grown as a wrestler, don’t get me wrong, but a part of you, no matter how small you may think it is now, is still running things in your head like you’re back in the Dollhouse and you’re prancing around like some Dollar General OWA Barbie knockoff, and that self same little part of you should recall that when it comes to you and me in that ring against each other-you’ve always needed someone to come in to put me down during tag matches because when it comes to singles matches, you can’t ever seem to get that particular job done can you?

After all this time and growth, I’ll finally tell you the secret as to why that’ll never happen my dear girl:

You’re not focused.

And by that I don’t mean that you’re not focused on winning, no you’ve got that down pat...what I mean is you’re not focused on the pain.

(Devon puts down his drink and then leans forward in his chair, focusing his look on the camera, almost like he’s looking into the eyes of his opponent)

Devon: You see my father taught his children the keys to success and one of those keys was a great big boss chamber key called focusing on the pain. Because Roxy anyone person can focus on winning or even surviving a match, but when you focus on the pain...how much and what you can do to your opponent at any given time until they hit that final limit and they can’t go any further, that’s when you know you’ve got them dead to rights.

Take your partner for this match, Graham Baker. He’s almost there where it comes to that.

*Almost*

But it’s his need, nay his desire one might say, for him to take a moment and rub his animalistic fury into the faces of his opponents...of those who that he feels need to be reminded of what he is capable of doing and that is the same kind of trap, dear Roxy, that you yourself keep falling into time and time again.

In your last match against me, how many times did I take that precious move of yours...the “Bitch Lasagna”... and I just kept getting back up until I took you down for the pin. You just kept spamming that move like Master Bison’s sliding knee attack from the old Street Fighter game.

So when I say that I’m looking forward to seeing how you’ve improved in the time since we fought last, that’s not me being arrogant my dear foe...that’s me being completely honest with you.

I want to see how you’ve adapted and grown, I want to see what kind of fire has come out of you since you’ve tried stepping out of your mother’s shadow and into the light of your own making.

Like I told you back in Pro Wrestling Nova all those months ago, rove it to me...OWN it and then come back to me and talk of who is superior.

As for you and Nas, Stark. I’m really past caring why you two have such an interest in me because all the two of you seem to do is constantly bring up my past and or use connections to me to try and make yourself look bigger by extension or some shit like that, so you’ll forgive me if I forgo your eternal need of your non-existent ego stroking to grant you any more of my attention.

Now if Jaywalker or Chairman Oda want to make my time against either one of you a little bit more...shall we say valuable enough for me to give a proper damn about either of you, then they know how to reach me.

As for everything or anything else…

(Devon simply lifts the bottle up again as his face breaks out into a smirk)

Devon: Well, that’s for the show now isn’t?

(The screen fades to black on that)