Dancing with the Past

{The sound of an old film projector starts up and on an eight millimeter film in black and white is several clips of the past of one man, Devon Slayton, through out the years playing against the darkness of the wall in the back when suddenly the voice of the man himself can be heard}

Devon: Dedication.

{The camera pans a little bit to the right and we see Devon step into the frame, a slight amused smile upon his lips as he watches the footage of his past play out before him}

Devon: At Arcadia, during our oh so brief encounter...I honestly thought I witnessed a spark of this change that you keep pandering around that you've underwent, Roxy. I thought I saw the faintest of glimmer of what you keep preaching about how you've gotten away from what your mother wanted for you and how you've embraced the lessons of your brother Ares.

The problem is that this so called "spark" failed to catch anything alight and all that we saw was the same old Sweet Roxy just with more pep and vigor in her system.

{Devon walks over to the wall where his "past" is being played out upon it in black and white, reaches out and runs his fingers through his "past"}

Devon: You see Roxy, what you lack is pure dedication to something. Sure you can slap on a dark outfit, add some black nail polish and lipstick and call yourself the "Black Rose" all that you want...but it means little to nothing if you lack the dedication it takes to go out there and actually do something with it.

Otherwise all of these physical changes might as well be like hanging a new chandelier in a haunted house...sure it looks pretty but it's a rundown and abandoned old house.

No, each and every time that I went a certain direction, I dedicated myself towards that end be it for better or for worse. Such as when I was a member of the old Dominion stable, not Jason Tyrell's psychopathic wet dream but the original that ran roughshod through the Universal Wrestling Corporation and the National Wrestling Alliance... *THAT* version, from the moment that Ron D. Wood made the comment that I was "Black Savior of the Dominion", yes I groaned but I still busted my ass for that gimmick and the group that I was saddled with and do you know why?

Dedication.

{Devon moves his hand away from the footage and turns to regard the camera with a serious look on his face}

Devon: And that's why our match at chapter thirty three is going to be nothing more than a simple rehashing of what's gone on between us in the past over in the Omega Wrestling Alliance and it will go like this;

You come out and cut promos all cocky and shit then you hit the ring, spam all of your big moves as quickly as you can as you try to put me down but I simply keep getting back up and then end in end, I hit you with a move from out of nowhere.

Three count, pinfall, and Devon walks out the winner.

Just like the last two times that we've done this dance, Roxy. Sure you can come out here and try to prove me wrong with your words but then again, those are just that.

Words.

I told you months ago over in Pro Wrestling Nova that you gotta claim it, take your shot and make it yours and sure, you and Jonetta did that over in PWN and you've got your shot at the tag titles there.

But this isn't Pro Wrestling Nova, this is WrestleWorld.

And I ain't either of those two fucking goofs in Donohue or Striker.

No, I'm the man who you've yet to beat in one on one matches and I'm going to continue to do that because you lack the dedication that it would take to put me down completely as while you are looking for a quick and easy victory to put you over with the front office, at chapter thirty three I'm going to be doing the complete opposite as I show you what my dedication can do when it's fully aimed and channeled at something...or someONE.

Furthermore while you can claim that you've grown since we've last encountered each other, it's all and good that you've become the LAW champion for a short while...but that won't change the fact that I'm not the same Devon Slayton that you fought in the past, one that was more dedicated to recapturing his past and stacking up piles of gold.

*THAT* Devon Slayton died the day that he met his Golden Goddess and realized that the real taste of victory now was the enjoyment of the battle...and sure winning a title or two along the way is fine, but that electric shock that goes up my spine when I plant somebody's head through the ring...now that is just something that cannot be denied.

I hunger for the fight, Sweet Dear Roxy, I hunger for it...I *CRAVE* it...and I have not come to banter words with word whores like Graham Baker or the Ill wrought Jones boy.

But you, while I may bash you, my dear Doll, you still have more than an inkling more than any of those pretenders that I previously mentioned and so, I'm actually looking forward to this fight.

But I digress.

You see Roxy, when I first joined WrestleWorld, I told Jaywalker up front that I wanted my shot at Colt Montoya and the European championship because I wanted to test myself against an honest bastard...but instead he chooses to quit like the coward he is and he drops his belt to young Miss Rose at Arcadia.

Now you see to anyone else, they'd be ranting and raving of unfairness and cowards named "Montoya"...but not *me*. I remain calm...quiet...still, simply waiting for that one singular chance to stand in the ring for *my* European championship and when that happens, I will claim it.

But like the good man that I am, I will shake Cynthia Rose's hand before and after the match...because I am the hero of this story.

But most importantly I will win that match by the strength of my own two hands and by my sheer dedication to my craft because if you thought that this was the same old boring Devon Slayton that you remembered stepping into the ring with back in the OWA...then I hate to say that you are solely mistaken because being on that shelf for over a year, watching as the rest of this industry went on by and allowing...people...like Jacob F'N Striker into this company with his corrupting influences.

Well, something has just got to give now doesn't?

At Chapter thirty three, Sweet Dear Roxy, I fully intend to show you the one thing that you lacked *then* and that you lack *now*.

Dedication.

So come on down, Roxy, and show me what you've got because I promise you that the last verse will be the same as the first when you start to hear the music for when you step into my ring to do our dance this week.

{Devon's face turns into a rather dark smile}

Devon: Tick Tock, Sweet Roxy, Tick Tock.

{The screen fades to black}