"Last Shot" - Devitt 006

The talk of the wrestling world is that, after tomorrow, there will be no wrestling world left. Word League Championship Wrestling, the last promotion standing in the world, is rumored to be shutting its doors following one last big show. But nothing has been said for certain, and everyone in the company seems to be operating under "business as usual" rules.

So right now, instead of reading and reacting to the rumors, Prince Devitt is busy with his daily workout. Despite all the rumors, and despite all the recent struggles with losses and interference (and his inability to find someone to watch his back), Devitt's focus is right where he knows it needs to be: on Clash at the Canyon and his opponent, CM Punk. A man that he's become much more familiar with over the past few weeks than the entirety of his career previous.

His first opponent in WLCW, along with Matt Sydal. Someone that he beat, then lost to, then was forced to team up with. And now they go one on one yet again, this time to determine who the better man really is. Well, if Punk really is the "Best in the World" then he's the perfect opportunity for Devitt. Because if Devitt wins, that's a shining moment to put all the losses, all the struggles behind him and move on, no matter what happens with the company that employs him.

As Devitt finishes his workout, he has a flash of inspiration. He quickly reaches into his bag and pulls out his cell phone…

PRINCE DEVITT: I've spent the last fookin' couple months tryin' ta rebuild my reputation followin' the absolute shite that was my last few years in the limelight. At each and every turn, I've proven myself in that ring, only to have the moment stolen from me by someone else. Cardona, Cardona's bird, and even fookin' CM Punk. And now the little whispers in the air are tellin' me it might not make a difference past tomorrow.

Devitt pauses for just a moment, having made his only acknowledgement of the swirling mysteries surrounding WLCW's future.

PRINCE DEVITT: Well, tomorrow night, I get one last round. Punk, we've had our moments in this place already, I've wasted so much time tryin' ta figure out how to protect myself from outside interference, tryin' ta drag my ol' runnin' buddies across the pond, or even ta recruit a few new ones. And it's all been for nothin'. But if I get ta go out with a bang by kickin' your ass and puttin' ya behind me once 'n' for all, well, then I guess I can sleep soundly.

And at least I can trust ya to do it all in the ring by yerself. I won't have ta watch over my shoulder for no interference. There won't be no hands poppin' outta the ring skirt. It'll be just you, me, and the referee. And when I finish off Mr. Best in the World for all the world to see, well, it won't be quite as good as a title belt, but I can at least walk away knowin' that I proved somethin' after all.

Devitt smiles, a genuine smile for probably the only time in his WLCW career. It's rare to hear something even remotely like praise being directed at one of the "Real Rock 'n' Rolla's" opponents…

PRINCE DEVITT: So sit there and get all philosophical if you want. Call me by my given name, if you feel that fookin' familiar. But take this to heart. I'm tired of bein' overlooked. I'm tired of bein' written off. I'm tired of not bein' given my due. And I'm gonna be takin' years of frustration, years of aggression, years of fight that I had to hold back while grinnin' and bearin' it on a world stage, and I'm gonna be lettin' all that out for all of that world to see. And it's gonna be all on you.

If I'm bein' honest, Punk, I don't think you're ready for an opponent quite like me. All that time chasin' after AJ and starin' out over canyons has got you a little senile. It's too bad that so much of my offense relies on blows to the head, which means that dementia you got goin' on is only gonna get worse. Well, too bad for you, anyway. Hell, maybe it won't be. Maybe I'll knock you around so bad you end up stuck in a dream world where you're still happily retired with your woman at home

Devitt smirks, and there's the cocky asshole that the audience has become more familiar with. It's clear that there's an undercurrent of respect behind his words, but still the arrogance and self-assurance is there, and it won't let Devitt get away without a few cheap shots.

PRINCE DEVITT: Either way, since this might just be our last hurrah, I won't be holdin' back, I won't be goin' easy, and when that three count is made, it won't be me starin' up at the lights. If this is my last shot, I'm takin' it, and this shooter don't miss. I hope you're ready, mate. 'Cause I am.

With one last look, Devitt stares into the camera and flashes the finger guns. It may be the last the WLCW audience gets to see of Devitt outside the ring, and if it is, then the message has been loud and clear. Prince Devitt means to go out on top, and beating CM Punk on the way out would be a sure boost to the legacy that he's been trying to build since the folding of his former employers. He's got one last chance to prove what he's got in the ring, and he's ready for it…but is Punk? And is WLCW?


OOC: After several days of trying to fix a computer, this is not how I wanted to end my WLCW run, but it's the best I've got. Good luck, Brett, it's been fun as always.