Post by Devlin Knight on Dec 30, 2023 18:38:02 GMT -5
((Continues from: iiwefed.boards.net/thread/2118/knight-jon-cavanagh-adrian-illingworth))
[[Devlin looks at Maxwell Mason Stone, but says nothing. He looks behind him at the door he just walked through then back again at the man he once had commited]]
Devlin: ”Max, I… I'm not sure what's going on, or why I'm here.”
MMS: ”You're exactly where you're supposed to be, Devlin.”
Devlin: ”I think I'm here to atone, to make amends for what I did…Been doing a lot of that along with reflection lately…”
[[MMS walks over to the office window and gazes upon the shimmering lake outside.]]
MMS: ”This place is full of wanderers who have long dwelled upon the things they could have done differently. It is here that we can provide looks down the roads that were never travelled. I must ask you a question, Devlin.”
[[MMS turns around to face Devlin.]]
MMS: ”Are you sincere?”
[[Devlin raises an eyebrow.]]
Devlin: ”Sincere? Max I've just travelled here… Somehow, God knows how, to apologise for what I did. To tell you that at this time even I'm not even sure what I was trying to accomplish, I was with Mecca, I was an asshole… Of course I'm sincere.”
[[MMS furrows his brow and stares daggers towards Devlin. This goes on long enough for Devlin to bow up as if a fight is going to break out but then Stone breaks the stare. He walks across the room and grabs two glasses then pops open a bottle of whiskey and pours. MMS hands a glass to Devlin and then takes a seat behind his desk.]]
Devlin: ”Look Max, I'm not actually sure what caused me to turn up today but I genuinely am as sorry today as I was at Resnick. You know when whatever happened, happened, I got stuck in there for months. Deserved I guess…”
[[MMS nods his head.]]
MMS: ”You know they had me so drugged up in there that I actually consented to let them put me in a machine that had the potential to kill me? Thank God that didn't work, right?”
[[MMS raises his glass and takes a big drink of whiskey and Devlin follows suit. Maxwell slaps his hand on the desktop.]]
MMS: ”Things got a little crazy there for a while, didn't they? We got each other locked in a place nobody deserves to be in. And you know every now and then I wake up in the middle of the night feeling the sting of where you bludgeoned me with that barbed wire bat?”
[[Devlin sighs and goes to speak again but Stone cuts him off.]]
MMS: ”But that was all in the past. Clearly the both of us have changed a lot since we've last been in the same room. I forgive you.”
Devlin: ”I sw… Wa… You do?”
[[MMS reaches down and opens his desk drawer and pulls out a championship belt and places it upright on the desk.]]
MMS: ”I won this TPW American Championship last week and in the days since that victory I’ve been realising what this means to me. This belt represents a turning to a new chapter in my life and leaving the old ones behind. Our mutual friend, J Mont, grabbed his shovel and dug up as much of the past as he could to use against me but I finally did what I’ve said I was going to do all year and beat him one on one. I had some anger and resentment about the way things had gone down this past year but this belt represents me taking all of that and burying it away because my future is brighter than it’s ever been. Now when I look in the mirror, I know exactly who I am and I know the legacy I want to leave behind. Who do you see when you look in the mirror, Devlin?”
[[Devlin looks up as he knocks back all but a mouthful of his whiskey. He takes a breath in thought and then sits in the chair in front of him as a spotlight shines down onto him…]]
Devlin: ”Ahh, J Mont. Yeah I watched that match kudos to you and you definitely deserved that win. I've put him on the shelf before and you have done the same to me so it's only natural you should put him in the place he belongs, perhaps knock some sense into him but I doubt it, much like the direction I'm taking over in the WGWF. I had a plan in place to take J Mont and his band of miscreants out but of course I'm unable to do that alone so I went ahead and tried to recruit, but hey, once a snake, always a snake right? You know how it goes…
So here I am left to my own devices in the promotion and headed towards the upcoming First Dance PPV ready to enter an elimination match for the WGWF Intercontinental Championship against five other top tier, elite competitors and doing so as ENTRANT NUMBER ONE! Yes all the hard work is on me but hey, you've gotta do what you've gotta do right? And to be the next Intercontinental Champion, to take over from Cholo and be the man to take that title to new heights, that's what I've got to deal with…
But before all that comes the friendly inner-peace monologue. Before all that comes that spectacle or debacle depending on which way you're looking at it, that is the six-person tag match! On New Years no less! A match in which I am placed in the ring with two other members of the Elimination Chamber, against the other three members! Now on my side it'll be Spencer “Badmon” Adams and THE Tristan Slater and the opposition, the team of Austin Ramsey, Artemis and Dubois.”
[[Devlin shuffles on his seat, daring to finish the whiskey in his glass, but holds out as he continues to talk…]]
Devlin: ”Now I'm so glad Dubois ended up in the chamber because like everybody else involved, he's definitely worthy and I did feel bad beating him first time around but hey, he's dusted himself off and here he is back on the saddle and working his way through the WGWF like a Samurai and finding himself with a seat at my table for the last supper! Dubois we've had one meeting and I'm glad there'll be more to come. You're an individual with a lot about you and I see you going far just… Not Monday night and not at First Dance…
Artemis… Little Lady Luck. The woman who's as faux as they come and hell the only thing real about you is Donatello. You beat me, kudos but let us face facts and not hide the credit that goes to J Mont shall we not? You “laid up” with the officials' attention all on you and then BAM! JKO to yours truly before he ran off, fail between his legs like a scalded dog. Hell, before we met you were making comments about how you thought I was working J Mont but low blow and behold who should get you the win, sweetie pie? Yeah we'll revisit that, but for now I'll see you Monday night.
And finally Austin Ramsey, one half of the great tag-team The Show Stealerz and, a hell of a dude. I'll be honest hoss I've got absolutely nothing to say where you're concerned man except don't take this match for granted because we're definitely going to take one step going into the Chamber at First Dance…”
[[Devlin does indeed now finish his drink, raises it to Maxwell and places the glass on the desk. The spotlight still shining down on him…]]
Devlin: ”And just a word to my partners on the night. Spencer, Tristan, I'm coming for the win and I've been speaking with both of you to stand beside me against J Mont and the Douchey ones and admittedly the answers haven't been what I've needed but probably deserved. Know I will give my all in this match, know I will bust my balls to make sure we win, but after the match all bets will be off…
Every single one of you, including you Tristan and Spencer, will be standing in my way going into First Dance. Every single one of you will be an obstacle I must get past or overcome to become the NEW WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! And I will be taking none of you lightly as you're fully aware…
And that, Maxwell... Is who I see, when I look in the mirror."
[[Devlin looks over at Max as the spotlight drops and the office lights up again. A friendly smile creeps onto his lips...]]
Devlin: "Anyway, that's enough about me. I want to hear the whole story about how you went from there to here.. Every little detail..."
Devlin: "Anyway, that's enough about me. I want to hear the whole story about how you went from there to here.. Every little detail..."
--FIN--