Post by Masao Akiyama on May 17, 2017 17:21:57 GMT
Background Music: 'Journey of the Sorcerer' - The Eagles
Motor City Mayhem.
I wouldn't do that if I were you Devlin..
Devlin, as ever was never one to listen to that voice that told you stop, that voice that held so many people back, maybe if he had what happened next wouldn't be there on tape.
“CANNONBALL!”
Time slowed to a crawl as he jumped, a brief moment he sighted the target even as he curled his body back and the silence drew out.
For a moment that stretched on forever, breeze on his face, the silence and then he felt almost in slow motion the hands on his hips, the briefest moment where him and Spike caught each other, the pure anger, the hate , the rage and Delvin was smiling at it.
And then it all caught up all once, the scream and roar of the ground and the jarring slam of the impact had in an world of his own imagination, surrounded by stars, stood on glass and looking over at himself even as the world above was there, reflected and trapped inside behind a pane of glass, his own body sprawled out as time once again slowed to an agonising crawl.
They both looked up, then they looked to each other even as the Devlin opposite him, clad in a suit, hair slicked back and smiling like he knew what was about to happen next opened a door. And the Door behind Devlin opened.
Devil Devlin: "You aren't going to win this one."
Siiiiiiixxx
Seveeennnn
Eiiiiiiighhht.
The silence stretched out between them as Devlin looked up and scratched his neck with a smirk before looking back down and pointing an imaginary gun at himself and then extending a very particular singular digit even as he jumped to shatter the glass beneath him and took the fall as it came as he felt his form haul himself back to his feet.
Was he laughing?
He felt like he was laughing, the look in his eyes as Andrew stepped back , the shock on Spike's face as he held onto the rope, a soft blink and Spike was replace by himself in that suit, walking calmly towards him to kiss two fingers and place them on Devlin's forehead giving that very same Devil may care smirk.
Devil Devlin: "Do you Like AC DC?"
Devlin blinked at his own question even as reality caught up and he very suddenly got the joke as he could almost her himself singing loudly.
Devil Devlin: "THUNDERSTRUCK!"
He didn’t remember the rest, being pulled up to his feet, staying wobbly ,the smile still on his face as if he was laughing at a joke only he could hear, he didn’t really even remember the post-match interview where he said in no uncertain term that he'd be back.
He remembered the worry in Kate's voice.
He remembered the lights being just little too bright, he remembered being told he wasn't going anywhere near Spike Kane whilst the new challenger was making his move, the suit that formed in his vision a sick reminder of just who it was he'd lost to
Every morning after that match he stared his defeat in the mirror, and he smiled, because even though he'd cost himself that opportunity.
He would have done it all over again, and would do it all over again.
Back to reality though, and Devlin was annoyed as he leant his head on the door, as ever it was Kate’s voice that reached him first.
“Devlin, you need to stop it I can hear you being frustrated from here.”
Devlin looks at her with a frown.
“I had him Kate..I was close, so…damned close.”
Kate moved over and kissed his forehead , hugging him to her as she mutters gently.
“And you doing this to yourself means he’ll win, do me a favour and just stop being your own worst enemy Devlin, I love you for you, everyone does, Spike Kane won. Ok? You’ve never been one to let it beat you down Why this time?”
Devlin looked at her and he said softly.
“Because I’m my own worst enemy.”
A small chuckle and Devlin looked up as if looking for somebody who wasn’t there and he nods and sighs and hugs her tight.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t, but knowing and doing are very different things, onwards and upwards right?”
Kate pokes him and said firmly.
“Say it like you mean it .“
Time to work.
And so after all that we fade in on Devlin, stood in the DTV studio, smiling once again as we get another graphical glitch that shows the Closing moments of the Man of Steel Match, flicking to that image of Devlin standing up even as he smirk a bit to himself and rubs his eyes shaking his head.
“One of the most galling things I’ve been told is that I have to wait my turn whilst Warren Kane airs his dirty laundry and his therapy against a man I desperately want to climb back up to face to look him in the eyes and say ‘you didn’t finish me’.”
Devlin looks at the camera long and strong.
“You didn’t finish me… and I’m coming back.. But.. Back to the grind, right?”
Devlin turns on the spot as if mentally resetting and there’s another visual glitch as Devlin claps his hands and smiles brightly.
“That’s right Destiny Fans It’s me Devlin Raine back again with D TV! In this episode I’m talking about Tag teams.”
Devlin waits for a reaction that does not come even as he shakes his head and smiles.
“Yes though I am down I am not out and this week, the week before Night of the Immortals, the week before the grand stage lays loose we see Me, Will Fennell and Ryan Shane against the lost boys and J.J Gill…”
A paper note gets offered to Devlin from just off screen and Devlin looks, mildly incredulous before taking the note and reading with a small sigh and a rub at his nose.
“What? A Name Change? A personality change, dropping some poor guy through a surfboard and all of a sudden Gillmen, Gillmore Who cares what his name is.. Has gone from Dare to dream to Make Imperial Great Again?”
Devlin slowly screws up the note , tosses it away and just quietly face palms before he nods and breathes with a soft nod.
.
“Ok, so despite the fact Johnny Boy has realised just what it is he’s preaching and pulling himself in line, this new attitude changes. What exactly? Changes the fact I get to enjoy laying his face to paste even more? Enjoy the gentle caress of knee to temple as I smash down Destiny once again?! I mean I have some steam to work off I have some serious physical therapy to extend and I’m being given a chance to play nice , make friends –and- lay the hurt on John Boy ..It’s an exciting time.”
Devlin nods, mostly in agreement with himself.
“But, onto the Lost Boys, Australians, Sam and Dean, best friends and a solid team, in fact the only solid team in this little fracas, so money might well be on them to do what needs doing, but I wouldn’t be so hasty to count us out, I’m still flying high despite some would say the big loss, but that change, I want this said ..the only reason I lost that match was that I rolled the dice on a bog move to get it done and I lost..Spike Kane did not beat me.”
Devlin chuckles wryly
“I Beat me, and this week? This week is me beating other folk. Destiny does not stop, cannot stop, me I’ll play well with others, hell I’ll even make it look damned good, because that’s what I do, I expect the usual tirade I actually look forwards to the Australian word , because honestly? You guys are kinda funny.”
Devlin laughs a bit and shakes his head.
“Ah well, can’t be helped, this Sacrifice? We bring the fire, This should be fun!”
Devlin caps a salute and starts to walk backwards.
“Destiny Dealt gentlemen , all for free.”
Fade out.
Motor City Mayhem.
I wouldn't do that if I were you Devlin..
Devlin, as ever was never one to listen to that voice that told you stop, that voice that held so many people back, maybe if he had what happened next wouldn't be there on tape.
“CANNONBALL!”
Time slowed to a crawl as he jumped, a brief moment he sighted the target even as he curled his body back and the silence drew out.
For a moment that stretched on forever, breeze on his face, the silence and then he felt almost in slow motion the hands on his hips, the briefest moment where him and Spike caught each other, the pure anger, the hate , the rage and Delvin was smiling at it.
And then it all caught up all once, the scream and roar of the ground and the jarring slam of the impact had in an world of his own imagination, surrounded by stars, stood on glass and looking over at himself even as the world above was there, reflected and trapped inside behind a pane of glass, his own body sprawled out as time once again slowed to an agonising crawl.
They both looked up, then they looked to each other even as the Devlin opposite him, clad in a suit, hair slicked back and smiling like he knew what was about to happen next opened a door. And the Door behind Devlin opened.
Devil Devlin: "You aren't going to win this one."
Siiiiiiixxx
Seveeennnn
Eiiiiiiighhht.
The silence stretched out between them as Devlin looked up and scratched his neck with a smirk before looking back down and pointing an imaginary gun at himself and then extending a very particular singular digit even as he jumped to shatter the glass beneath him and took the fall as it came as he felt his form haul himself back to his feet.
Was he laughing?
He felt like he was laughing, the look in his eyes as Andrew stepped back , the shock on Spike's face as he held onto the rope, a soft blink and Spike was replace by himself in that suit, walking calmly towards him to kiss two fingers and place them on Devlin's forehead giving that very same Devil may care smirk.
Devil Devlin: "Do you Like AC DC?"
Devlin blinked at his own question even as reality caught up and he very suddenly got the joke as he could almost her himself singing loudly.
Devil Devlin: "THUNDERSTRUCK!"
He didn’t remember the rest, being pulled up to his feet, staying wobbly ,the smile still on his face as if he was laughing at a joke only he could hear, he didn’t really even remember the post-match interview where he said in no uncertain term that he'd be back.
He remembered the worry in Kate's voice.
He remembered the lights being just little too bright, he remembered being told he wasn't going anywhere near Spike Kane whilst the new challenger was making his move, the suit that formed in his vision a sick reminder of just who it was he'd lost to
Every morning after that match he stared his defeat in the mirror, and he smiled, because even though he'd cost himself that opportunity.
He would have done it all over again, and would do it all over again.
Back to reality though, and Devlin was annoyed as he leant his head on the door, as ever it was Kate’s voice that reached him first.
“Devlin, you need to stop it I can hear you being frustrated from here.”
Devlin looks at her with a frown.
“I had him Kate..I was close, so…damned close.”
Kate moved over and kissed his forehead , hugging him to her as she mutters gently.
“And you doing this to yourself means he’ll win, do me a favour and just stop being your own worst enemy Devlin, I love you for you, everyone does, Spike Kane won. Ok? You’ve never been one to let it beat you down Why this time?”
Devlin looked at her and he said softly.
“Because I’m my own worst enemy.”
A small chuckle and Devlin looked up as if looking for somebody who wasn’t there and he nods and sighs and hugs her tight.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t, but knowing and doing are very different things, onwards and upwards right?”
Kate pokes him and said firmly.
“Say it like you mean it .“
Time to work.
And so after all that we fade in on Devlin, stood in the DTV studio, smiling once again as we get another graphical glitch that shows the Closing moments of the Man of Steel Match, flicking to that image of Devlin standing up even as he smirk a bit to himself and rubs his eyes shaking his head.
“One of the most galling things I’ve been told is that I have to wait my turn whilst Warren Kane airs his dirty laundry and his therapy against a man I desperately want to climb back up to face to look him in the eyes and say ‘you didn’t finish me’.”
Devlin looks at the camera long and strong.
“You didn’t finish me… and I’m coming back.. But.. Back to the grind, right?”
Devlin turns on the spot as if mentally resetting and there’s another visual glitch as Devlin claps his hands and smiles brightly.
“That’s right Destiny Fans It’s me Devlin Raine back again with D TV! In this episode I’m talking about Tag teams.”
Devlin waits for a reaction that does not come even as he shakes his head and smiles.
“Yes though I am down I am not out and this week, the week before Night of the Immortals, the week before the grand stage lays loose we see Me, Will Fennell and Ryan Shane against the lost boys and J.J Gill…”
A paper note gets offered to Devlin from just off screen and Devlin looks, mildly incredulous before taking the note and reading with a small sigh and a rub at his nose.
“What? A Name Change? A personality change, dropping some poor guy through a surfboard and all of a sudden Gillmen, Gillmore Who cares what his name is.. Has gone from Dare to dream to Make Imperial Great Again?”
Devlin slowly screws up the note , tosses it away and just quietly face palms before he nods and breathes with a soft nod.
.
“Ok, so despite the fact Johnny Boy has realised just what it is he’s preaching and pulling himself in line, this new attitude changes. What exactly? Changes the fact I get to enjoy laying his face to paste even more? Enjoy the gentle caress of knee to temple as I smash down Destiny once again?! I mean I have some steam to work off I have some serious physical therapy to extend and I’m being given a chance to play nice , make friends –and- lay the hurt on John Boy ..It’s an exciting time.”
Devlin nods, mostly in agreement with himself.
“But, onto the Lost Boys, Australians, Sam and Dean, best friends and a solid team, in fact the only solid team in this little fracas, so money might well be on them to do what needs doing, but I wouldn’t be so hasty to count us out, I’m still flying high despite some would say the big loss, but that change, I want this said ..the only reason I lost that match was that I rolled the dice on a bog move to get it done and I lost..Spike Kane did not beat me.”
Devlin chuckles wryly
“I Beat me, and this week? This week is me beating other folk. Destiny does not stop, cannot stop, me I’ll play well with others, hell I’ll even make it look damned good, because that’s what I do, I expect the usual tirade I actually look forwards to the Australian word , because honestly? You guys are kinda funny.”
Devlin laughs a bit and shakes his head.
“Ah well, can’t be helped, this Sacrifice? We bring the fire, This should be fun!”
Devlin caps a salute and starts to walk backwards.
“Destiny Dealt gentlemen , all for free.”
Fade out.
Well howdy there pardner.