Post by Masao Akiyama on May 24, 2017 18:10:04 GMT
Background Music: Justice for Saint Mary– Diablo Swing Orchestra.
It’s Chicago where Devlin hears the news about him, having planned to head out, the move doesn’t surprise him, but it’s brutality does somewhat.
The next few hours pass like a shutter, as Devlin couldn’t get close the McDaniel Household even if he wanted to , flowers , music.
Hell he’d even graced the sports grounds of the dreaded Sox, no It was the right thing to do.
To do right by Nighthawk.
Lines had been crossed.
War had been declared.
When he got back in it was late, Kate was up and awaiting, Alexander sleep blissfully ignorant of the goings on Devlin almost envied him some, but then came the question.
“How Is he Devlin?”
Devlin sighed a bit and smirked
“Well I’ve about used up all my goodwill in Mercy. They still won’t admit anyone who isn’t family or high level IWF inside.”
A pause a small chuckle.
“It’s amazing what a Labcoat and a clipboard can do for you, so He’s gotten the gifts, I don’t even care if he knows it’s me, I wished him well, but he looks..”
Devlin sighed.
“He looks like a guy who got thrown down an entire flight of stairs, I think he’ll be ok. But ..yeah I dunno if he’ll do this anymore, I peeked his charts. You don’t really wanna know.”
Kate blinks and head tilts at Devlin.
“You Broke into his room, to give him gifts and wish him well?”
Three hours earlier.
It’s just after everything and Devlin Stands just outside Mercy hospital and he mutters to himself with a slowly closing fist.
“I give you my word, I’m going after him, No more messing around.”
Back to the here and now.
Devlin hugs Kate closer with a small smile and a chuckle even as his eyes look into the mirror to watch the smile fade a little as he remembers the promise.
“Something like that hon.”
Moving on.
Background music: In the Face of Evil – Magic Sword
We join Devlin, dressed in his usual Avant Guard style, shuffling a deck of cards with a wry smile as we find he’s behind that now familiar dealers table before we’re treated to the not so rare sight of the D:TV Logo in the bottom right we get a graphical glitch.
Footage of The participants of the Joker in the pack starts to play before it’s frozen in mid turn and Devlin’s Voice offers out a simple.
“No, not this time.”
The glass shatters and we find A simple black background, the cards and the D:TV are gone, it’s just Devlin, just the black, just him.
“The Joker In the Pack, six men, one prize, the chance to go after anything you desire you choose your own adventure, if you wish to Capture the Invictus? Turn to Page 121. If you Wish to Capture The Imperial Title owned by Cable Arcane? Turn to page 300. 307 for Verona. Page 400 for both.”
Devlin shakes his head and looks dead into the camera.
“If you wish to Capture the Man of Steel championship throw the book away and burn it. The End.”
Devlin grins and looks just over his shoulder as the camera pans just the direction he looks, leaving face of his face in shot as there’s a small fire burning in a trash can and Devlin spoke again.
“I guess I made my choice, Didn’t I?”
Devlin’s lips curve into a smile before the camera snaps back to a normal shot and he rubs his hands.
“But I would be a fool to think anything worthwhile would be easy, no I get to fight six rising stars for this opportunity six man who are just as hungry for power, for glory, for fame , for some it’s chance to show just what it is they can do, for others a chance at recapturing what was lost ,opportunity, and we are going to beat the ever living hell out of each other.”
Devlin shook his head and lowers his head with a small smirk.
“So I’m asking you once, as a favour to get out of my way, most of you don’t like me, hell I don’t think you can really stand me, but I’m asking you so the carnage that will take place because you’re going to refuse , doesn’t have to.”
Devlin sighs and looks up.
“I’m so very sorry.”
A clap of hands and the smile grows as he looks into the camera.
“Let’s start with the Brothers, Sam and Dean, throwing a Tag team into this business , no matter how well they’ve done seems that amount to hilarity, but then again, I start to think about it? It’s a twisted sort of genius isn’t it boys?
A wry chuckle
"I mean which one of you wins? I mean only –one- person can win that briefcase, only one person can walk away, and though you might work well together though you might be bothers, take it from a guy who’s got a brother.”
Devlin laughs a bit and grins.
“You always wonder who’d win that fight, and you got a chance to prove it, on a silver platter, can your egos handle that? Can one of you really stand to sit and watch the other claim it? Just to put our noses out of joint? No, if anything you have bigger targets on you than most because we all –know- you’re a team. That and once the ladder is up? And you have that chance? I think you’ll bicker and fight like all families do in the end. Better to do away with that pretence and just rock and roll.”
Devlin shook his head and stretches with a wry smile.
“And so to hop over to a nemesis of yours, Will , old buddy last week we fought together. This week we face each other to scratch that itch and for you to get a little revenge for your bro given Me and him have faced off more than once and he’s been on the losing end.”
Devlin shakes his head a bit and smiles.
“I could pull out some cute line about how the name is different but the story is the same, but I won’t, you see I’m better than that, I made my plea to step off, and I figure that’s the last thing you wanna do with the thrust behind you, so we’ll fight , I don’t really want to, but I am not going to back down, no more Almost for Devlin Raine! No!"
A defiant shake of his head
"I am not going quietly into the night, and if I have to put your ass down? So be it ..You were warned.”
A long pause and Devlin sighs looking at the side even as he says the names.
“Derek Brooks and Ryan Shane.”
A small smirk and he nods to himself.
“Ordinarily I’d be real pumped to face you guys, names that echo in the dark, names that people tell you ‘one to watch out for’ part of a who’s who of ‘I wanna face’ lists, regardless of attitudes, it’s why I knew just asking you guys to step aside wasn’t going to work, you’ve worked too hard, too long to simply step back, knowing what it is I surely want, so I’m going to have to work at it, convince the hard way…I guess in the end I wouldn’t have it any other way either.”
Devlin smiles brightly.
“Why would I ever take the easy road when this way is so much more fun, when this way lets me really test myself when this way prepares me for what’s to come, when I look up to face Gods or their children…the only thing that can beat me…is me..”
Devlin shook his head.
“Not this time, this time I’m in total agreement with myself, lines have been crossed and a sword waits sitting to be drawn, this isn’t fate, this isn’t some fairy tale this is a real true Destiny calling, waiting to be dealt, to each and every single one of you.”
Devlin reaches hands up to the sky and pulls an imaginary briefcase down with a long long smirk and he nods.
“I’m not scared of Gods or demons, I’m not scared of claiming the mounting to flip Spike the Finger, Because I have made no secret of wanting to face him again, if. No WHEN that case is in my hands?”
Devlin’s smirk dies.
“I’m coming for you, you won’t know where, you won’t know when but Sooner or later I’ll be there, You, Warren neither of you deserve that belt anymore, it’s not about the belt. Never was."
Devlin about spits the next words
"It’s about being angry and spiteful it’s about being the one true villain, I said that Belt was your blood and bone once Spike, I said That Belt will forever have your stain on it.”
Devlin leans into the camera and smirks more.
“I give you my word, That my destiny , your Destiny? It is –fixed- fused until that Belt is out of the hands of –anyone- named Kane, that what you did the Night hawk is repaid to you .. In spades , because you dun goofed I keep saying I’m not a hero.”
A long pause.
“And you made me a liar.”
A long slow smirk.
“And I like that, you awakened something in me Spike, watching Nighthawk fall down those stairs In the back, everyone just stood, silent mouth agape, they couldn’t believe what it was you’d done, then I saw it I saw fore the briefest moment that you wouldn’t stop, you didn’t want to, the line has to be drawn in the sand with someone, somewhere…Your own son is trying, your own son. Is petty . Is Angry. Is doing this for all the wrong reasons."
Devlin shook his head.
“That isn’t enough, so I say to you both, I’m coming…And if you’re smart if you care…That scares you, that You made a man who is used to smiling at the world bolt, dead serious, so I say to you both, I say to the Jokers. I say to my opponents. Good Night, God bless.”
Devlin starts to back up into the dark.
“May sleep give you the courage to go on, and may Destiny be dealt. Again and again and again.”
Fade to black.
It’s Chicago where Devlin hears the news about him, having planned to head out, the move doesn’t surprise him, but it’s brutality does somewhat.
The next few hours pass like a shutter, as Devlin couldn’t get close the McDaniel Household even if he wanted to , flowers , music.
Hell he’d even graced the sports grounds of the dreaded Sox, no It was the right thing to do.
To do right by Nighthawk.
Lines had been crossed.
War had been declared.
When he got back in it was late, Kate was up and awaiting, Alexander sleep blissfully ignorant of the goings on Devlin almost envied him some, but then came the question.
“How Is he Devlin?”
Devlin sighed a bit and smirked
“Well I’ve about used up all my goodwill in Mercy. They still won’t admit anyone who isn’t family or high level IWF inside.”
A pause a small chuckle.
“It’s amazing what a Labcoat and a clipboard can do for you, so He’s gotten the gifts, I don’t even care if he knows it’s me, I wished him well, but he looks..”
Devlin sighed.
“He looks like a guy who got thrown down an entire flight of stairs, I think he’ll be ok. But ..yeah I dunno if he’ll do this anymore, I peeked his charts. You don’t really wanna know.”
Kate blinks and head tilts at Devlin.
“You Broke into his room, to give him gifts and wish him well?”
Three hours earlier.
It’s just after everything and Devlin Stands just outside Mercy hospital and he mutters to himself with a slowly closing fist.
“I give you my word, I’m going after him, No more messing around.”
Back to the here and now.
Devlin hugs Kate closer with a small smile and a chuckle even as his eyes look into the mirror to watch the smile fade a little as he remembers the promise.
“Something like that hon.”
Moving on.
Background music: In the Face of Evil – Magic Sword
We join Devlin, dressed in his usual Avant Guard style, shuffling a deck of cards with a wry smile as we find he’s behind that now familiar dealers table before we’re treated to the not so rare sight of the D:TV Logo in the bottom right we get a graphical glitch.
Footage of The participants of the Joker in the pack starts to play before it’s frozen in mid turn and Devlin’s Voice offers out a simple.
“No, not this time.”
The glass shatters and we find A simple black background, the cards and the D:TV are gone, it’s just Devlin, just the black, just him.
“The Joker In the Pack, six men, one prize, the chance to go after anything you desire you choose your own adventure, if you wish to Capture the Invictus? Turn to Page 121. If you Wish to Capture The Imperial Title owned by Cable Arcane? Turn to page 300. 307 for Verona. Page 400 for both.”
Devlin shakes his head and looks dead into the camera.
“If you wish to Capture the Man of Steel championship throw the book away and burn it. The End.”
Devlin grins and looks just over his shoulder as the camera pans just the direction he looks, leaving face of his face in shot as there’s a small fire burning in a trash can and Devlin spoke again.
“I guess I made my choice, Didn’t I?”
Devlin’s lips curve into a smile before the camera snaps back to a normal shot and he rubs his hands.
“But I would be a fool to think anything worthwhile would be easy, no I get to fight six rising stars for this opportunity six man who are just as hungry for power, for glory, for fame , for some it’s chance to show just what it is they can do, for others a chance at recapturing what was lost ,opportunity, and we are going to beat the ever living hell out of each other.”
Devlin shook his head and lowers his head with a small smirk.
“So I’m asking you once, as a favour to get out of my way, most of you don’t like me, hell I don’t think you can really stand me, but I’m asking you so the carnage that will take place because you’re going to refuse , doesn’t have to.”
Devlin sighs and looks up.
“I’m so very sorry.”
A clap of hands and the smile grows as he looks into the camera.
“Let’s start with the Brothers, Sam and Dean, throwing a Tag team into this business , no matter how well they’ve done seems that amount to hilarity, but then again, I start to think about it? It’s a twisted sort of genius isn’t it boys?
A wry chuckle
"I mean which one of you wins? I mean only –one- person can win that briefcase, only one person can walk away, and though you might work well together though you might be bothers, take it from a guy who’s got a brother.”
Devlin laughs a bit and grins.
“You always wonder who’d win that fight, and you got a chance to prove it, on a silver platter, can your egos handle that? Can one of you really stand to sit and watch the other claim it? Just to put our noses out of joint? No, if anything you have bigger targets on you than most because we all –know- you’re a team. That and once the ladder is up? And you have that chance? I think you’ll bicker and fight like all families do in the end. Better to do away with that pretence and just rock and roll.”
Devlin shook his head and stretches with a wry smile.
“And so to hop over to a nemesis of yours, Will , old buddy last week we fought together. This week we face each other to scratch that itch and for you to get a little revenge for your bro given Me and him have faced off more than once and he’s been on the losing end.”
Devlin shakes his head a bit and smiles.
“I could pull out some cute line about how the name is different but the story is the same, but I won’t, you see I’m better than that, I made my plea to step off, and I figure that’s the last thing you wanna do with the thrust behind you, so we’ll fight , I don’t really want to, but I am not going to back down, no more Almost for Devlin Raine! No!"
A defiant shake of his head
"I am not going quietly into the night, and if I have to put your ass down? So be it ..You were warned.”
A long pause and Devlin sighs looking at the side even as he says the names.
“Derek Brooks and Ryan Shane.”
A small smirk and he nods to himself.
“Ordinarily I’d be real pumped to face you guys, names that echo in the dark, names that people tell you ‘one to watch out for’ part of a who’s who of ‘I wanna face’ lists, regardless of attitudes, it’s why I knew just asking you guys to step aside wasn’t going to work, you’ve worked too hard, too long to simply step back, knowing what it is I surely want, so I’m going to have to work at it, convince the hard way…I guess in the end I wouldn’t have it any other way either.”
Devlin smiles brightly.
“Why would I ever take the easy road when this way is so much more fun, when this way lets me really test myself when this way prepares me for what’s to come, when I look up to face Gods or their children…the only thing that can beat me…is me..”
Devlin shook his head.
“Not this time, this time I’m in total agreement with myself, lines have been crossed and a sword waits sitting to be drawn, this isn’t fate, this isn’t some fairy tale this is a real true Destiny calling, waiting to be dealt, to each and every single one of you.”
Devlin reaches hands up to the sky and pulls an imaginary briefcase down with a long long smirk and he nods.
“I’m not scared of Gods or demons, I’m not scared of claiming the mounting to flip Spike the Finger, Because I have made no secret of wanting to face him again, if. No WHEN that case is in my hands?”
Devlin’s smirk dies.
“I’m coming for you, you won’t know where, you won’t know when but Sooner or later I’ll be there, You, Warren neither of you deserve that belt anymore, it’s not about the belt. Never was."
Devlin about spits the next words
"It’s about being angry and spiteful it’s about being the one true villain, I said that Belt was your blood and bone once Spike, I said That Belt will forever have your stain on it.”
Devlin leans into the camera and smirks more.
“I give you my word, That my destiny , your Destiny? It is –fixed- fused until that Belt is out of the hands of –anyone- named Kane, that what you did the Night hawk is repaid to you .. In spades , because you dun goofed I keep saying I’m not a hero.”
A long pause.
“And you made me a liar.”
A long slow smirk.
“And I like that, you awakened something in me Spike, watching Nighthawk fall down those stairs In the back, everyone just stood, silent mouth agape, they couldn’t believe what it was you’d done, then I saw it I saw fore the briefest moment that you wouldn’t stop, you didn’t want to, the line has to be drawn in the sand with someone, somewhere…Your own son is trying, your own son. Is petty . Is Angry. Is doing this for all the wrong reasons."
Devlin shook his head.
“That isn’t enough, so I say to you both, I’m coming…And if you’re smart if you care…That scares you, that You made a man who is used to smiling at the world bolt, dead serious, so I say to you both, I say to the Jokers. I say to my opponents. Good Night, God bless.”
Devlin starts to back up into the dark.
“May sleep give you the courage to go on, and may Destiny be dealt. Again and again and again.”
Fade to black.
Well howdy there pardner.