The Bastard chasing the Devil

Devon’s Voice: I get it now.

{The screen fades in and we see none other than Devon Slayton standing in the middle of an empty room with a pale purple light on in the background as he stands in the center of the room as he gives the camera a genuine smile}



Devon: You see, I get it now. I get why Stark was constantly on my shit for weeks there back when I first came here to Wrestleworld. Why he had such a hard on for getting into my face and all that jazz.

He was trying to tell me to wake the fuck up.

He saw how I was after I came back from my injury and he saw the smiles and how hard that I was trying to earn the respect of the fans...and he saw how much that I was lying to myself to the point where he *himself* felt a need to shove himself into my world and started trying to force me to going back into my old habits again...but like the fool that I was, I kept fighting those urges to let those old habits out.

And this...trend...for the lack of a better term or phrasing continued through every single one of my matches because I wouldn’t face facts and start being who I truly am come back out.

You see before Violent Ends, I thought that I had everything that a man needed to be truly happy and I was more than content to just fucking wrestle again….

{The smile then disappears from Devon’s face as he tilts his head to the right}

Devon: But even in the aftermath of what happened next with the Ghosts, I didn’t care because I still thought that I had it all...until someone decided, all by their lonesome, that perhaps that was’t good enough and ripped out everything that one good thing that I had left in my life...and took what fucking was left of my blackened and burnt soul with it.

So now, having said all of that, I’m standing in the main event of the next chapter show with a shot at Chris Havoc’s Shogun championship sitting right there before me and all I gotta do to get it...is tear you apart, Starkman, and that’s *exactly* what I’m going to do because I’ve got a lot of untapped rage to let out and I hate to say that while I am very indeed thankful for all the hard work you put into trying to wake me up all those weeks ago...that means little to *nothing* at this moment because you’re in my way.

Now I will freely admit to you, Stark, that wrestling you is a very transcendent situation as you either evolve in order to adapt and overcome or you simply fall back to the Earth with your wings tattered, torn, and burnt...but Stark, I’ve transcended against greater monsters than you in my past and at chapter thirty fucking seven, I’m going to not only transcend but I’m also going to surpass you and then I’m going to go on and claim the Shogun title for myself.

And when I claim the Shogun title from Chris Sabertooth, it won’t matter if it is these Wardens or we have Jaywalker’s Architects in charge once more because I fully intend to not let go of that title and show everyone that the fucking amusement at my cost, is fucking *done* and *over*.

The moment that I drop you, Stark, and you can be damned sure that I will *DROP* your ass flat is going to be the first step towards taking back every single fucking thing in my life and I’m going to be enjoying each and every step.

And do you want to know why?

{The furious look on Devon’s face emerges into a broad smile}

Devon: Because in the end, it won’t be Chris Sabertooth or Stark or anyone else that’ll sate my oh so dry thirst for revenge...it’ll be *you*, Jay Jones.

No, I’m not coming for that title because to be quite honest if these...people...want to keep using some barely legal GI Joe clone to run that particular division, then so be it.

But what I’m wanting is something more emptherial and much, much more tangible in that I owe you a receipt for all the shit that you constantly bounced off of my head, little boy, and when the end game comes a calling, you can be rest assured that it’s going to be me who washes you totally in red ink.

But until then, Stark...I want you to fully understand right here and now that I’m not looking past you for either my title or my vengeance, my lad. As you’ve got my full and uninterrupted attention and unlike before, there is nothing distracting me from giving you the proper violence that you are *OWED*, my dear man.

Because here’s the twist of the matter,

{Devon then drops down to his knees and laces his hands together as if he is praying, his huge smile becoming much more twisted and sinister as the camera focuses on his face}

Devon: I’m praying that you come at me with your most elegant and horrendous of violence, Starkman, because you can be rest assured that if it is the fucking BLACK KING that you wanted to have come back to the world, if it is the man that Ron Wood over in the Universal Wrestling Corporation once called “The Black Savior of the Dominion” that you wanted to face in that very fucking *RING*...

Then you got *IT*!

But lemme tell you that if you choose to cut corners or try to simply play some kind of fucking game with me, Stark. Then don’t be fucking surprised if I crack that skull of yours open like it’s a rotten bit of melon because in the end, just like Jay fucking Jones, you’re ass also belongs to *ME* when the final chapter is written and I’ve left you laying the fuck out, cold and numb with my boot squarely in the middle of your chest!

So let the trumpets loose with loud and wondrous noise because everybody’s favorite BASTARD is *BACK* and has been set loose into the house that Jaywalker has built!!

And it feels oh so good to be back…

{The screen then fades out to Devon’s laughter}