Post by Devlin Knight on Mar 16, 2024 18:24:04 GMT -5
I hate clowns…
…Truly freaking hate em.
John Wayne Gacy…
Pennywise…
Ronald McDonald…
Joe Montuori…
Bozo…
The Joker was pretty decent admittedly but he's the only one I'll stretch for and only Heath Ledger's version, may he Rest In Peace…
And then you've got what happened in 2016 when an insane amount of evil clown sightings occurred across the United States and other parts of the world. You'd just be walking through your neighbourhood, about two blocks from your house and there it was, standing underneath a street lamp or behind a tree, some absolute moron in a clown suit who would harass, stalk and sometimes chase unsuspecting victims.
The clown is an utterly contemptible entity and on Brawl, it'll be my job to extinguish those flames of tomfoolery, those sparks of shenanigans and put this clown out of his misery…
We are taken back to the night of WGWF Brawl, where Devlin Knight has just defeated Peter Vaughn, Tristan Slater and CJ Phoenix to become the NEW WGWF Intercontinental Champion. However those celebrations were short lived for Devlin, when out of nowhere whilst he was celebrating, J Mont JKO’d him and scurried like a rat through the crowd.
Right now we're inside Devlin Knight's hotel suite where he's just finished taking a shower, an ice pack taped to the back of his neck and shoulders. He hobbles into the bedroom area wearing a pair of boxers, spraying deodorant and humming along to “Money, Power & Respect”. He grabs at his jeans and begins to slide into them as his phone rings, the ringtone? “Money, Power & Respect”. He looks down at the video call and presses the green answer key. His partner Aurora and daughter Ava are sat there all smiles.
…Truly freaking hate em.
John Wayne Gacy…
Pennywise…
Ronald McDonald…
Joe Montuori…
Bozo…
The Joker was pretty decent admittedly but he's the only one I'll stretch for and only Heath Ledger's version, may he Rest In Peace…
And then you've got what happened in 2016 when an insane amount of evil clown sightings occurred across the United States and other parts of the world. You'd just be walking through your neighbourhood, about two blocks from your house and there it was, standing underneath a street lamp or behind a tree, some absolute moron in a clown suit who would harass, stalk and sometimes chase unsuspecting victims.
The clown is an utterly contemptible entity and on Brawl, it'll be my job to extinguish those flames of tomfoolery, those sparks of shenanigans and put this clown out of his misery…
We are taken back to the night of WGWF Brawl, where Devlin Knight has just defeated Peter Vaughn, Tristan Slater and CJ Phoenix to become the NEW WGWF Intercontinental Champion. However those celebrations were short lived for Devlin, when out of nowhere whilst he was celebrating, J Mont JKO’d him and scurried like a rat through the crowd.
Right now we're inside Devlin Knight's hotel suite where he's just finished taking a shower, an ice pack taped to the back of his neck and shoulders. He hobbles into the bedroom area wearing a pair of boxers, spraying deodorant and humming along to “Money, Power & Respect”. He grabs at his jeans and begins to slide into them as his phone rings, the ringtone? “Money, Power & Respect”. He looks down at the video call and presses the green answer key. His partner Aurora and daughter Ava are sat there all smiles.
Aurora: ”Omg say hey daddy! Hey Mr. Intercontinental Champion! You okay babe? That match was brutal.”
Devlin: ”Yeah I'm good, just hurting! All three of those guys were tough! I've done multi-person matches before but this was out there! But I did the job!”
Devlin looks over at the WGWF Intercontinental Title, laying on the bed.
Aurora: ”And I noticed J Mont had to make himself known as usual…”
Devlin: ”J Mont? Oh, at the end, with the thing? The JKO? Yeah but I'll address that at a later date… Believe me. Anyway how's everything at home?”
Aurora: ”Everything is hunky-dory here babe, don't worry about us you just get back as soon as you can and we'll see you soon… Proud of you Dev”
Devlin smirks as Aurora blows him a kiss and makes Ava do the same thing and then they hang up. Devlin yawns, goes to the bathroom and then shuts out all the lights in the hotel room. He pulls back the bed covers and grabs both the JIWC and WGWF Intercontinental Titles, placing them on the floor. As he stands back up, he thinks he hears something, a giggle, almost a belly laugh. He shakes his head and climbs into bed, but then he sees it as he gets comfy and reaches for the remote, in the mirror above the table opposite the bed… A… Clown.
Devlin: ”Oh hell no…”
As the scene opens again we find ourselves in an IHOP restaurant, about five minutes up the street from the MVP Arena in Albany, New York. Devlin Knight is sat in one of the booths alongside his sister, K.C. they're both tucking into a thick n fluffy french toast combo…
Devlin: ”So how long exactly have you been back?”
K.C: ”Around seventy two hours, I guess. I'd gotten word of what you had been planning regarding TFO and I wasn't about to just sit back knowing how I felt about those imbeciles and let you have all the fun…”
Devlin: ”It's good to see you back, sis. Especially since we've not spoken since Dante turned up out of the blue to let us in on our true origin story…”
K.C: ”Have you seen him since? I know he's still at the house in Arizona, isn't that where you're living now?”
Devlin doesn't answer K.C. as his attention is elsewhere. Outside the rain is lashing down on the Albany streets and across the way from the IHOP restaurant, at the entrance to the parking lot, underneath a street lamp stands a clown, looking creepy as all hell, holding a bucket with a balloon floating beside him…
K.C waves her hand in Devlin's peripheral that makes him snap too. He looks back across the street, but there's nothing there anymore…
K.C waves her hand in Devlin's peripheral that makes him snap too. He looks back across the street, but there's nothing there anymore…
Devlin: ”I’m sorry, Cas’ you were saying?”
K.C: ”Is everything okay, Devlin? You don't seem yourself…”
Devlin: ”I’ll be okay, I've just been having some random, weird shit happening involving Clowns…”
K.C: ”Clowns?”
Devlin: ”Yeah, don’t ask, I'll probably talk to Dr. Lee about it in the coming week…”
K.C: ”Max Stone's shrink??”
Devlin: ”Not quite a shrink but yeah, there's a lot you still need catching up on evidently!”
The siblings laugh and continue to eat their food as a TV in a corner comes to life, with WGWF backstage interviewer, Denise Essex…
Denise Essex: ”Well folks after what was quite an… Shall we say eventful? Edition of WGWF Smash! The NEW WGWF GM, has booked the companies NEW Intercontinental Champion, Devlin Knight, in a non-title match against a small guy but a big problem, in one half of the NEW WGWF Tag-Team Champions, Pogo the Clown!”
K.C. finishes the food in her mouth, pointing at the TV with her fork.
K.C: ”Well, at least we know where the Clown stuff is coming from eh? I see the Precognition is still a thing with you, brother…”
Devlin swallows some of his French toast with bacon and egg, nodding slowly and tilting his head in a shrug of relief now understanding why he was seeing the clowns, as the scene slowly dissolves…
…Let's circle back around though, shall we? Pogo the Clown, do we know why he chose this name whilst his partner in crime chose stitches? Did the little menace realise that the name Pogo was also one half of the weird duo of names given to John Wayne Gacy by himself? The other being Patches, quite a disturbing sense of self detrimental substandard if you ask me…
But right now we're not discussing the sick, twisted mind of Gacy, but the seemingly confused and infantile mind, of Pogo the Clown, one half of the WGWF Tag-Team, Clowns ‘R’ Us, who also happen to be, after just the other night.. The new WGWF Tag-Team Champions. No small feat by any stretch of the imagination if you'll excuse the pun. Pogo the clown may only come in at just over four and a half feet but this isn't something or somebody I'm going to take lightly or easily.
I've got my work cut out for me and whilst others may laugh at the situation I've found myself in, I know full well that both Pogo and Patches aren't a double act to be messed with… They're the damn Tag-Team Champions for crying out loud and any pair that are willing to give Cassette Collective a run for their money don't always have their kindness gloves on!
The Clown followed him down the dark street, matching Devlin Knight footfall by footfall and whenever he stopped, so did the Clown. Devlin looked over his shoulder and at first glance the weird, comically dressed entertainer was leaning against the wall, whistling to himself and checking his nails… The second time around, the horrible looking Jester was on one knee, tying his laces… The third time Devlin looked behind him, he was gone, until he turned back and the clown was standing about five feet away from him, smiling and tilting his head.
…Let's circle back around though, shall we? Pogo the Clown, do we know why he chose this name whilst his partner in crime chose stitches? Did the little menace realise that the name Pogo was also one half of the weird duo of names given to John Wayne Gacy by himself? The other being Patches, quite a disturbing sense of self detrimental substandard if you ask me…
But right now we're not discussing the sick, twisted mind of Gacy, but the seemingly confused and infantile mind, of Pogo the Clown, one half of the WGWF Tag-Team, Clowns ‘R’ Us, who also happen to be, after just the other night.. The new WGWF Tag-Team Champions. No small feat by any stretch of the imagination if you'll excuse the pun. Pogo the clown may only come in at just over four and a half feet but this isn't something or somebody I'm going to take lightly or easily.
I've got my work cut out for me and whilst others may laugh at the situation I've found myself in, I know full well that both Pogo and Patches aren't a double act to be messed with… They're the damn Tag-Team Champions for crying out loud and any pair that are willing to give Cassette Collective a run for their money don't always have their kindness gloves on!
The Clown followed him down the dark street, matching Devlin Knight footfall by footfall and whenever he stopped, so did the Clown. Devlin looked over his shoulder and at first glance the weird, comically dressed entertainer was leaning against the wall, whistling to himself and checking his nails… The second time around, the horrible looking Jester was on one knee, tying his laces… The third time Devlin looked behind him, he was gone, until he turned back and the clown was standing about five feet away from him, smiling and tilting his head.
Clown: ”Penny for ‘em?”
Suddenly, something about this Clown caught Devlin's eye and he squinted slightly…
…He smirked and shook his head as he walked past the Clown.
…He smirked and shook his head as he walked past the Clown.
Devlin: ”Nah…”
Clown: ”Nah? What do you mean “nah”? Who do you think you are?! Look at me!”
Devlin: ”Oh, I'm me and I did look at you which is how I know you are too. You see I thought all this stuff, being able to see the future through visions, evil Clowns from other Universes and so on, was supposed to be scary, but it's really not…”
Clown: ”It's not? Are you so sure?”
Devlin: ”No, not even slightly but you know what? I'm going to have to be. Because at the end of the day despite what all… This, is… I'm going into the ring against a vertically challenged man, dressed as a Clown but I'm sure that's all he is, a man. One capable of pinning me and winning? Sure, but a man nonetheless and I'm sure he's also probably a very nice one if you got the chance to get to know him, but I don't have that luxury…”
Clown: ”Correct, Devlin… You don't. Neither does he and honestly he probably doesn't care much in the way of sharing a glass of Rosé post-match either he just wants to get in, win the damn thing and get back out! Moving on to the Cassette Collective or whatever!”
Devlin: ”Good job then I suppose…”
Clown: ”What's that supposed to mean?”
Devlin: ”Well, I'm not overlooking Pogo, but I'm still not taking stock in whatever happens between now and the match on Monday night…”
Clown: ”And have you got anyone to watch your back?”
Devlin: ”Am I going to need them to?”
Clown: ”You really think Pogo isn't bringing Stitches, Devlin?”
Devlin: ”I don't know, you tell me… Given as you are me, hoss.”
Clown: ”That's right, I am and there's one thing I need to do right now and that's wake up!”
Devlin looks behind him as the Clown shoves his hands toward him and sees that a river has appeared and as soon as he's pushed and slips, he feels the water splash and envelope him and then he opens his eyes…
Shoots up in bed…
Devlin looks around and realises he's back in his own bed in his Las Vegas apartment. He looks over and sees Aurora staring at him, concerned…
Shoots up in bed…
Devlin looks around and realises he's back in his own bed in his Las Vegas apartment. He looks over and sees Aurora staring at him, concerned…
Aurora: ”Everything ok babe??”
Devlin: ”Oh yeah I'm good, just some Clown shit…”
Aurora: ”It didn't seem funny to me?”
Devlin: ”I've got it covered, don't worry..”
Devlin slides out of the bed, rubbing his face with his hand as he heads to the bathroom. He stops at the sink, runs the cold tap and splashes the water on his face over and over again. He looks up and jumps as his reflection once again resembles a Clown. Devlin shakes his head and doesn't say a word, dipping his head back down and splashing his face with the water again, he looks back up and the Clown reflection is still there but a foot or two back from the mirror this time and reaches out his hand towards Devlin who slightly flinches as the bathroom light goes out. As Devlin lifts his head this time however, we notice the paint on his face, the grin on his lips, the raspiness in his voice…
Devlin: ”Ladies and Gentlemen, one and all please gather round for I, Devlin Knight am not only going to be standing against Pogo the Clown as a fellow Wrestler but also as a beacon of hope for all involved in or supportive of, the industry! For a while now the WGWF has been held hostage by the antics of this little Clown and his partner in crime, stitches… These guys now aren't going to let us live down the fact they've been able to do something many, many teams have been unable to do and that's beat S.E.X for the WGWF Tag-Team Titles, are they?
And you know something I definitely don't blame them for doing so because God knows how long it took anyone to remove those belts from Space Lord and Terry Marshall and God knows even more so, how long it took me to be a Champion in the WGWF also! But I did it and I AM a Champ, just like Pogo is… However it remains to be seen just how upfront a champion, Pogo is or whether he's just another sideshow act that will need cleaning up…
Devlin Knight has never been one to back down from a challenge Pogo, understand that… It doesn't matter if my opponent is full of cunning guile, if they're huge with monster's paws, or even if they're not… But this isn't your average ol’ match is it hoss? Oh no, not even close. This match was booked seemingly randomly, but I know there's a link I've got to put my mind on somewhere and it will come to me one day!”
Devlin walks out of the bathroom and we notice Aurora is now sleeping, he turns and walks down the corridor before stopping at Ava's room. He pushes the door open and we see she too is sound asleep…
Devlin: ”He’s called a champion but what's he truly achieved here? Unbeaten in singles competition? How many matches have been without Stitches? He's won a tag title alongside a much bigger Clown, but what else is there for him? Now don't take anything I say without context, this isn't personal against Pogo it's just down to two… Different factors…. Personal observations and my hatred for Clowns.
I watch you as you prance around the WGWF, Pogo… I watch as you have your bickering, quarrelling with the Cassette Collective and I'm trying to work out if there's any real “beef” there… I watch as you light up the arena with your painted grin basking in what is unduly considered adulation from the crowds out there like some twisted Jester… But trust me when I tell you soon enough the boos will come when I expose you, for the fraud you are, the jeers will become apparent when I show the world you're nothing more than a charlatan, a true clown pretending to be a champion…
They often say that every joke has a hint of reality behind it, don't they Pogo? Well let me be the one who pulls back the curtain on your facade and reveals the truth to those who chant for you and Stitches, when you wrestle. Behind the Clown's painted smile stands a coward, a fragile little man who hides behind the antics because deep down he knows he cannot hang!”
Devlin walks away from Ava's room and heads further down the hallway, to the kitchen where he stops at the fridge and opens the door, the fridge light shining on his face which we see the paint on clearly now… He grabs a bottle of milk and sinks quarter of the bottle before slamming the fridge door shut.
Devlin: ”But you know I've prided myself on sticking to a certain level since I came back to the WGWF and as your Intercontinental Champion I should be keeping in line with those standards and so I won't be allowing my myself to fall to your level, Pogo and no that wasn't a joke about your height it was a factual statement about the cheap tricks and underhanded tactics someone of your status is well versed in and how I won't be going there.
I'm going to take you to the centre of the ring Pogo and I'm going to show you exactly what the world of Devlin Knight is all about… I'm going to start and finish this entire match from front to back by the rulebook, down the middle, fair and square as I've been doing ever since coming back and sealing my place on The Cannabis Cup… You had your spotlight in the limelight after picking up those belts from S.E.X but I hope you and Stitches don't think you'll be keeping them very long because there's an abundance of names who wish to challenge as we speak and hell, myself and Max Stone may even decide that's where we're gonna go once he's back…
Now the eyes of the people are about to fall back on a real champion. A champion who embodies everything good and noble about wrestling and The WGWF, a champion who fights for all those out there who stand by him day in and day out… So be ready Pogo, for the battle of your life, be prepared for the fury of one man whose sole purpose right now, is to rid The WGWF of toxicity, period! I'm coming for you on Monday night Pogo, with or without Stitches by your side! I know it won't be easy for me, but it'll be a hell of a lot harder for you, trust me!”
The entire scene goes black in the blink of an eye, then slowly in red and the cartoon image of a Clown’s face appears which then morphs into the WGWF Intercontinental Title before everything stops dead.