(Devon Slayton) The short and sweet of the matter

{The camera fades in and we see Devon Slayton walking down an unfamiliar street somewhere early in the morning. He is dressed rather casually with a black and white windbreaker and blue jeans with an easy smile on his bearded face}

Devon: You know, I've had one of those careers with plenty of ups and downs throughout the years. For instance I have stood atop the food chain in the Universal Wrestling Corporation while it was active, but over in the Omega Wrestling Alliance I had tremendous singles victories over Sweet Roxy...but I couldn't ever get that illusive tag victory over the Dollhouse.

Like I said, ups and downs...and to be honest about it all, I'm not stressing over it and that's because I grew up in this business and I watched the same things happen to my father and other relatives all of the time and thus I knew it was going to happen one way or another.

I mean I go to work with my close friend Tank Steiner over in the Millennium Wrestling Enterprises promotion and become their TV champion there...but small minded mother fucker speaking for a guy who shares the name with a JAV star tries to get into my head here in Wrestleworld.

{Devon stops and shakes his head as he chuckles just a little bit before looking back up at the camera with that same easy smile on his face}

Devon: Having said that, I'm still trying to figure out why you're even in this company. I mean from everything that I've seen and heard about you is that you're a hazard in the ring, Fumi.

You barely got by with your training under Banch Morgan and then you have proven yourself time and time again to be a reckless and uncaring wrestler as you injured one of WrestleWorld's own in Lillie Saint last December by messing up her back.

Plus you love being too stiff in the ring as you purposely just throw people down on their necks with your powerbombs and plus you use the Backdrop Driver, which within itself is a move that my father used very rarely but even then he knew how to use the move safely so that he didn't hurt his opponent.

Unlike you.

{The smile disappears from Devon's face}

Devon: You see, Fumi, in this sport we put each other into each other's hands and we trust everyone not to go into business for themselves and you, Mister Fumi, have a history of doing just that;

Going into business for yourself.

Maybe you don't like other people or maybe you think that by crippling everyone else that you can cut the line down to you becoming a champion?

Who knows and to be honest, who fucking cares.

All that I know is if you try that shit on me at chapter forty four, I'm going to feed you your own fucking feet, my young friend. Because while yes, I've had plenty of chances here in WrestleWorld to become a champion and Yes, I've lost them...I'm still here in this fucking company, busting my ass, and trying to make my way here during this whole fucking thing with the Ghosts while you are here because nobody in either the South West Wrestling Syndicate or the Kazooka Office want anything to do with you.

And why?

Is it because you're a shit person trying to prove he's a shit wrestler?

No.

Is it because you're a sadistic little bitch who loves getting hurt and hurting others.

Yeah...that pretty much sums you up in a nutshell, doesn't?

But if its the need to have someone beat the holy shit out of you, then you've come to the right person because while I know that I haven't been in the right frame of mind for the past few months with all this shit going on concerning my past, you can be damned well sure that I'm the man to fuck your shit up.

So when you come to the Islands and step into that ring at this chapter, I don't want you coming in with some kind of misconception that you're just going to throw a couple of hands and then win the match, Fumi. No my little man, I want you to step into that very ring and then wake up a few hours later for that mouth piece of yours to explain that what put you down was one of the most stunningly beautiful lariats in the history of professional wrestling...right before I choked you the *FUCK* out, my young son!!

{The smile then reappears on Devon's face as he slips both of his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker}

Devon: So Fumi, come to chapter forty four and be an actual wrestler...otherwise you're just going to be just another little bitch that we ship over to Jobberville.

Be seeing you soon, buddy boy.

{Devon tosses the camera wink before he resumes his walk as the camera fades to black}