"Nutter" - Devitt 004

Things have yet to improve for the Real Rock 'n' Rolla in World League Championship Wrestling. Another match against CM Punk ended in defeat following the involvement of Matt Cardona and Chelsea Green, and what should be Devitt's X-Division title ended up across the back of his head instead of in his hands.

Following another bitter loss, Devitt took a few much-needed days away from the grind of the wrestling world. But even as he spent his time off recuperating, he'd tried to set things in motion to prevent anyone from getting the drop on him again. Several phone calls, texts, e-mails ,and various other messages and forms of communication have been sent out, but thus far the cavalry that Devitt thought he might've had in his back pocket hasn't amounted to anything.

So here he is, bored in a hotel room in Detroit, counting down the hours until Storm and the next challenge thrown into his path, the unlikely return of an old enemy, Damian Priest. As much as Devitt has tried to reclaim his past and put aside his time as Finn Balor, his time in"Sports Entertainment Hell" has a way of finding him…

PRINCE DEVITT: Did I fookin' miss you? You waltz in here, soundin' like the kind o' nutter they base religions on after they pass and actin' like your arrival is an event at the level of the second coming, and you have the fookin' nerve? I'm still tryin' to clean up all the bullshite in this place and I don't need some jackass from the past lookin' to rekindle some grand rivalry that didn't mean a damn thing to me, but apparently meant all the fookin' world to him.

Devitt shakes his head, staring into his handy cell phone camera. He just can't seem to escape his time under another name, no matter how hard he tries.

PRINCE DEVITT: I guess I should be honored that our past meetings meant that much to ya. I guess I made an impression. But the thing is, Damian, all that happened in another time and place. You took me out for a while, sure, but I got my revenge. It almost makes me feel sorry for you, tryin' to make so much of your identity all about somethin' that I'd forgotten about until you brought it all up. Thing is, everything that happened then in that place, none of it matters. That place is dead and gone, Priest. We ain't a part of that travelin' kiddie road show anymore. We're in the only promotion left standin', the only one that means somethin' now, and here we're all about actually wrestlin'. So you tryin' way to be hard to be all mysterious and unsettlin', well, it's just a waste of time.

It's true that Devitt has some sympathy for his opponent, but it's not real clear from the tone of his voice here. What IS clear is his disdain for their mutual former employer, and his disdain for his current opponent might actually rival that.

PRINCE DEVITT: So you can say all you want about who I am, who you think I am, what you want from me. But take all of that, ball it up real nice and tight, and stick somewhere way up inside your arse 'cause your opinion don't mean a fookin' thing. Because I'm gonna give you the beatin' that you've clearly been owed for a long, damn time. And since you're too much of a looney to have any friends, I know I'll be safe from outside interference for once.

Devitt slips on his trademark smirk. Priest was right to make reference to that, at least, as that's something that Devitt has carried with him all through his career. And Priest had been the target of it more than a few times.But just as quickly as it appears, it disappears, replaced by a look of cold indifference.

PRINCE DEVITT: Who I am and what I've got to offer is no damn business of yours, Priest, but if you gotta stick your goddamn nose in and find out the hard way, it ain't no skin off my back. I'll show you, just like I showed Matt Sydal, just like I tried showin' Cardona, and just like I showed CM Punk twice until things went outta my control

See, Priest, I'm the real fookin' deal. And when I'm done with ya, you might just need one. 'Cause you put this target square on your own forehead. I've gotten pretty good at giant-killin', by the way. It's kinda a cultural thing. Not that you'd understand, since your idea of culture is talkin' like the Undertaker doing a bad Scott Hall impersonation.

Again the smirk appears, but before we can see for how long the hotel room phone begins to ring. At first, DEvitt looks confused…but then he remembers that there's only one person that was told his exact itinerary. It sounds like the cavalry might've actually arrived after all as he fumbles for the phone…

PRINCE DEVITT: Mate, finally, I've been tryin' to get a hold of you for weeks! I know things have been busy, but…

Devitt pauses as he's interrupted.

PRINCE DEVITT: Yeah,. Sure, I get it. So what about my idea?

There's another pause, and suddenly Devitt goes from an eager smile to a frown at whatever the person on the other end says.

PRINCE DEVITT: Whaddya mean, no go? It's the perfect fookin' time, mate!

Another long pause, and Devitt's frown grows even deeper.

PRINCE DEVITT: I don't give a flyin' fook what anybody else thinks, man! This is the chance to make history again! We could be runnin' the fookin' world, mate, just like we were runnin' Japan!

There's a glimmer of hope in Devitt's face as he tries to appeal to whoever he's talking to, but his reaction as he listens makes it pretty obvious that it's fallen on deaf ears.

PRINCE DEVITT: Yeah, yeah, I got it. You put your fookin' balls in his purse, and now you can't make a decision for yerself. Well fook you, man, and fook the rest of 'em.

With that, Devitt slams the phone down pretty clearly. It seems that his mood has gone from bad to worse, as whatever plans he had tried to set in motion crumbled, just as his hopes of climbing the ladder in WLCW seem to be collapsing right in front of his eyes.

PRINCE DEVITT: Fookin' hell, fine, I don't need them anyway. I fookin' built them up on MY shoulders. And now here I am alone, and I'll fookin' do it all again. Fook Toks, and fook this nutter Priest. When I'm done with him this time, he won't make the mistake of comin' crawlin' back after me again.

Devitt reaches over and turns the camera off on his cell phone, clearly no longer in the mood to discuss his upcoming match. One thing's for sure, given the way things have gone for him, Priest had better hope to finish him off quickly and decisively, or else he might find himself an unwitting release for all of Prince Devitt's building ire…

OOC: Apologies for the not quite but almost lateness of this. Had it ready to go two days ago, but somehow forgot I hadn't posted it yet.