Devon Slayton
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Join date : 2019-09-05
Age : 45
 |  Subject: The Causes and Why of Dark Kings  Wed Nov 03, 2021 11:33 am | |
| {The screen fades in and we see Devon Slayton in his street clothes, sitting on a bench overlooking a beautiful waterfront scene as he toys with something in his hands just out of the camera’s view}
Devon: You know sometimes I just come here to Mizumoto Park near my home here in Katsushika, and I just think about the things to come or things past, it truly doesn't matter sometimes...but today I've asked you to join me in my thoughts because of what is to come.
In just three very short days, I am going back to the Crown Coliseum to face off against in a battle that puts the Nightmare King himself, Christopher Sabertooth, against me...the King of Nothing, Devon Slayton, in a match for the WrestleWorld Shogun championship in what will perhaps be one of, if not THE most physical match on the entire card.
Tougher than Cynthia Rose and Layne Driver's match for the European championship.
Much more violent on the very well being of the soul than the Territorial championship match between Indy Darling and Jacob Striker.
And much more...*commanding* than Jay Jones vs. Jack Ranger.
{Devon stops talking and looks out upon the water for a moment before he chuckles for an instant and then turns to look back at the camera}
Devon: And I say all of this because each and everything about it is true, because that is the core of my opponent, the self-styled "Last Real Wrestler". Such a grand...title that you've chosen for yourself, isn't Chris?
The "Last Real Wrestler".
Now I might be right full of egotistical bullshit from time to time, but you sir...you definitely take the cake on that one. I mean you'll have to pardon me if I ask what makes you think that you're the supposed "real last wrestler" or something like that.
Maybe I just don't get it, Chris. Maybe I just don't get what you're trying to claim right then and there but I do know one thing for certain and that's in three short days, I want your best violence thrown at me.
No, scratch that...I don't just *want*, nay I *DEMAND* your best violence, sir. I demand your best violence because I’m fully intending to walk into King of the World and fucking bust my ass to take the Shogun championship from your cold, limp fingers but I don’t want no fucking walk in the park for it.
I fully expect to be Giga Drill Broke onto the concrete a few times AT *LEAST*!
I want to come out of this match feeling *ALIVE* *AGAIN*, Chris. I want to feel my blood pumping, I want every step that I take after that match to be one after another of exquisite agony because I want everyone in this fucking world to not only see that I went head to head with one of the toughest bastards in our profession to *DATE* and beat him for his title, but I also want to prove that this old dog of war still has what it takes to get the fucking job done.
{A wicked smile crosses Devon’s face as he looks down at the object in his hands before looking back up at the camera}
Devon: You see Chris, in this match it doesn't matter if it's under the watchful eye of one of Jay's Architects or under the always controlling, suspicious purview of some Ghost Group Warden, what matters is the fight. The challenge where I have to fight my way up the ladder, with that very "ladder" being your oh so wicked self, and tear the Shogun championship from your cold hands.
But yes, the Shogun championship has been the true symbol of greatness in this company, hasn't? It has been a true sign of success here in Wrestleworld as it has been held by the likes of Asakura, Emanuelle, and Senn before you and I can see that you want to uphold that honor, that *prestige* and I can respect you for that...but by that same token during our press conference the other day, I can tell that you simply don't care because you haven't been given a reason to care...for you see, I could see that very fact in your dark eyes that you simply see me as just another person like Jay Jones or Kevin Devastation or Arata Asakura as of late, someone who is simply hungry for the title and not willing to uphold the need for the honor that the title brings.
I will freely admit, Chris, that I've done some less than honorable things over the course of my lengthy career. I've done some horrible, questionable things and the litany of titles that I carry from those times before Wrestleworld are a prime example of that...but do you think that I asked to be declared any of those? Nom-de-guerres travel with a man his entire path throughout this industry...you and I both know this.
But it is those self-same dark deeds prior that should make you care, Chris, and they should make you worry. Not because I'm at my best when I have something major to gain...but when I'm up against the wall with nothing left to lose...well then, that's when I show the world something entirely fucking new.
And Chris, I've got exactly that...nothing left to lose.
{At this point the smile disappears from Devon's face as he stops toying with the thing that's in his hands, and when he speaks next-his voice is low, somber}
Devon: I started out this year with such high hopes, Chris, and the reason was because I had everything in the world. I was recovering nicely from what was supposed to be a career ending injury, I was married to a golden goddess, and I was more than happy just to wrestle and take my chances at gold when they came.
But then came that old familiar sting, and my entire empire of dirt simply...disappeared...and for a while there, I was full of nothing but broken and bloody thoughts as I watched my sweetest friend just...disappear without a singular look back.
Because for all of the dark deeds that I've done in my past, Chris, everyone I know goes away in the end.
And it is at that point, when I was at my lowest, that I took all of that anger...all of that loathing...and all of sorrow, and I turned it into something back into what I was *missing* this entire time.
And I know a person can say that a lot throughout their career in this sport, but in my case I've torn away and tossed so much of myself away in order to get more and more in touch with that inner darkness, a thing that I know that you *know* all too well my dear friend, that I haven't felt like myself in YEARS.
At King of the World, I will be wearing something a little bit....
{Devon holds up what he's been toying with and it's the dark crown from his time as the head of the Dominion and the screen suddenly flickers to showcase an image of him in the past on his "throne" before it flickers back to the present with Devon now standing and looking hard into the camera, a dark smile on his face}
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Devon:...appropriate because at King of the World, you will see first hand *why* you should *care*...and you will understand *why* you should *worry*, Christopher Sabertooth. Because I'm not coming to face the Nightmare King as the "Black King" or anything else other than one thing.
I am coming simply as myself, Devon *fucking* Slayton. No gimmicks, no tricks, and no tools. Just a man, hungry for a fight and his own form of twisted redemption.
And after everything is said and done, I will sit upon my liar's chair full of new broken thoughts as I wear my new crown of thorns which will be the Wrestleworld Shogun championship. And two of my students will be at ringside, but they won’t get involved, Chris, because I want my best to learn from first hand experience and you don’t get better experience than being right there in the trenches.
I will continue to uphold the honor of the Shogun championship when everything is said and done, you have my word on it...but nonetheless at King of the World, it will be just like the Sengoku period of Japan when I come for your Shogun title.
{Devon then holds up his old crown to the camera and then simply lets it drop, the camera following it as it hits with a very dull thud on the cold, hard wintery ground}
Devon: The King is dead, long live the Shogun.
{The screen fades to black} | |
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