Post by Devilkiller on Apr 6, 2014 0:37:49 GMT -5
What SuperBrawl is.
Man: So what's been going on, Hm?
*Devilkiller is out in the middle of a deserted road, the only help miles away. He left his gun in the car so he can talk to this man face to face, trying to learn who he is. Devilkiller is leaning against his Fastback, taking a small drag on a Malboro red his new found "friend" has been kind enough to give him, calmly staring at him with a thin smile.*
Devilkiller: You know, the usual, f*ck my girlfriend, tuck my son in at night, throw up blood, torture my self with pictures, rack my memory for your name, you know, *He now smiles a sick twisted smile* the usual.
*The man laughs at this, puffing on his own cigarette, illuminating the tip with a bright orange flame. *
Man: Yeah, the usual. Did you just come out here to tell me what you do in your free time or do you actually want answers? I don't have the time to waste standing here in the middle of f*ckland.
*Devilkiller points the tip of his cigarette towards the man, nodding his head.*
Devilkiller: Yeah, I do have some questions for you, Mr. *he air quotates* "Death". When was it I have met you before?
Man: Your brothers house a couple days ago.
*Devilkiller laughs, walking the edge of the car.*
Devilkiller: Yeah, so we did. Where I almost shot you off that fence and-
Man: And where I almost sliced your throat.
*Devilkiller laughs and shakes his head, and takes a deep drag.*
Devilkiller: Before last week you smart ass prick.
*The man laughs now.*
Man: I wouldn't be calling names, for I do have a knife, and I control your fate as your life slowly turns into a facade.
*Devilkiller steps forward and loses his cool and grabs the man by the collar of his shirt, throwing down his cigarette and spinning the man around and slamming his back against the window of his car, shattering his driver side window.*
Devilkiller: Quit talking in riddles dammit I want to know where I know you from and what you have to do with my life. I swear on anything you have, I have, anything, if you come anywhere near me and my family again, I will kill you. I will kill you anyway. You killed my brother, I owe him that much!
*The man looks genuinely scared for a moment but his horror ridden face turns into a smile and he spits in the face of Devilkiller. The big white foamy spit slowly making it's way down Devilkillers cheek, and Devilkiller blinks his eyes multiple times, trying to make sense of this all, before rerring back and throwing a punch, which is ducked and his hand goes through the glass of his already shattered window. He pulls his fist out and turns around into a big right hand from the man that calls himself Death.
Devilkiller hits the asphalt as soon as the hit was thrown and the man kneels ontop of Devilkillers throat, and applies as much pressure as he can, slowly closing his throat to where he can't breath. The mans eyes turn into black daggers, murder on his mind as he applies more pressure, as Devilkillers eyes slowly start closing. Then, a pair of headlights in the distance alarm "Death" and he loses his once sturdy hold on Devilkiller. Devilkiller grabs his leg behind the knee and flips him over. As the headlights turn onto another road, now it's Devilkiller who sits in full guard position and pounds away at the man.
He wails on him, cutting his eye and busting his lip, if it was up to Devilkiller he would kill this quack right now, but he necessarily can't, not yet. He gives one last punch, leaving Death out of breath, before standing up. Devilkiller gives a hard heel stomp to the mans ribs, possibly breaking one, before walking to his car, and yelling out the broken window-*
Devilkiller: We will meet later. I'd go check that cut out, it looks nasty.
*Devilkiller puts it in reverse, turning around in the middle of the road, going towards his home, leaving the man in the middle of the road with blood in his eyes and the taste of a lost battle in his mouth.
When Devilkiller gets home he find his girlfriend on the couch, worried. She jumps up at the sight of him and wraps her arms around his neck. Devilkiller puts his arms around her and kisses her cheek lightly.*
Bella: Are you okay baby? What happened?
Devilkiller: I, well, I knocked his teeth down his throat. He didn't give me any answers. All he was doing was being a smartass.
*Bella rubs Devilkiller's shoulders, trying to comfort him. He smiles politely at his beautiful girlfriend, giving her a hug. After giving her a kiss, he goes to the kitchen to make a ham and cheese sandwich.*
Bella: Sooo Logan?
Devilkiller: Soooo Bella?
Bella: Are you feeling up to talk?
Devilkiller: Talk?
Bella: Yeah, just talk about things.
Devilkiller: Yeah babe. Fire away.
Bella: Do you think we have.... You know.. A future?
Devilkiller: As in marriage?
Bella: Yes.
*Devilkiller puts down the Miracle Whip, hands on the counter with his legs crossed looking down, not sure what to think. *
Devilkiller: I think I love you. I think you love me, I think nothings out of the realm of possibility.
Bella: Even after our fights? I mean I just don't want to end up being like your last girlfriend.
Devilkiller: If I may politely ask what the hell does that mean?
Bella: I mean I don't want to be hurt that bad and told "Get out the door" and that's the end of it.
Devilkiller: She was a psycho. There was nothing I could do. She was too far gone.
Bella: Is that how it was Logan?
Devilkiller: I did that because I couldn't take her anymore. She was crazy. I only known or knew her for 6 years at the time. Me and you? We go back to 7th grade. Not when I was 17. We have more history.
Bella: I just do not want to end up like her.
*Devilkiller puts the Miracle Whip away and walks over to his girlfriend, and puts his hands on her hips before kissing her.*
Devilkiller: You won't. I promise you that.
*In the back of Devilkiller's mind, he realizes he should really hide the engagement ring he got her somewhere that's harder to find.*
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*Devilkiller sits at his great oak wood desk, thinking and writing out his SuperBrawl attire, trying to make a unique look even for him. Should he have face paint? Let the fans know his identity? Maybe just different colors? What kind of pants? Maybe even tights? No. Not tights. They don't agree with Devilkiller's sensitive areas.
He draws out an elaborate costume with many different colors, before putting down his pencil and sitting back in the chair.
It's the same question over and over. Who the hell is "Death"? Why won't he tell him answers? Why would he kill Devilkiller's brother?
Devilkiller can not recognize the guys face at all, he won't tell a name, has no recollection of harming any family, so why would he be after him? What's so important that Devilkiller has and Death doesn't?
Devilkiller opens his drawer and takes a drink of pure vodka, letting the warmth spread through him. He stands up and paces the room, questioning things in life like any other man would do, when he hears a knock.
When Devilkiller opens the door he isn't met with a face, but a hand instead.
Devilkiller staggers back from the blindsided punch, knocking over one of his lamps in the process. The man gives a hard knee to Devilkiller's face, splitting his lip open.
Devilkiller falls back and hits the back of his head on the bar. He tried to stand back up but the man is already on top of him, punching and punching away at Devilkiller. His already bloodied lip now gushing blood as he struggles to stay conscious. Right before he can fade into black, he sees his Bella enter the room with a lamp, throwing it down on the mans head.
The man doesn't even seem fazed. He just stands up and laughs at the pathetic attempt. He looks down at the bleeding Devilkiller then back towards his girlfriend before grabbing her by the neck and throwing her up against the wall. She hits her head and goes down like a ton of bricks, fighting to stay awake.
The man grabs her hair and starts to drag her out the door, but Devilkiller is already back up and spears the man through the (once beautiful) 56 inch flat screen TV. Sparks and fire burst in a blue and red light spectacle.
Devilkiller stands up, wobbly legged, clutching his chest. He grabs the man and looks him in the face real good for the first time and realizes the man is Death himself.
Death uppercuts Devilkiller, sending him up into the air and crashing down to the floor. Devilkiller, whose barely even conscious at this point, can't even gather his breath. He watches helplessly as the man stands over Devilkiller, delivering a final kick to the ribs, before running out of the apartment.*
Devilkiller: Bella..
*Devilkiller tries to catch his breath and goes over to his girlfriend, whose definitely unconscious now. He holds his ribs and leans back on the wall, breathing heavily and spitting blood out. He tries to stand up using the off-white wall as leverage, but falls short. He takes one more deep breath before passing out unconscious beside his girlfriend.*
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*Devilkiller wakes up with a jump, breathing heavy with sweat sticking his hair to his head. He looks over to an empty side of the bed, then smells the pancakes cooking.
Devilkiller is having a hard time trying to decipher what was last night? Did he end up dreaming it all? He feels his lips, there's no cut, or anything that would suggest he had a fight. He looks at his knuckles and sees a few sparkling shards of glass still stuck in his hand from his fight earlier in the night. The one that was all too real.
Devilkiller rolls out of the black sheets and puts on a pair of faded blue jeans and a Periphery T-shirt on before following the sweet smell of pancakes.
He walks into the white and black color schemed kitchen and smiles and his little family is happily eating pancakes and sausage links. He sees his girlfriend has already fixed him a plate of 5 pancakes and 8 sausage links. He sits down by his son and pats him on the back.*
Devilkiller: You guys sleep good?
Carter: Yeah! I had a dream that there were dragons!
Devilkiller: Whoa! Cool sauce! Did you get to ride one?
Carter: No, I had to kill them.
Devilkiller: Why?
Carter: They stole my apple sticks.
Devilkiller: Haha, you mean slices?
Carter: Yeah.
*Devilkiller chuckles at his son before turning towards Bella.*
Devilkiller: How about you hun?
Bella: I slept good. I woke up early and decided to fix breakfast for everyone.
*She smiles and takes another bite of pancakes.*
Devilkiller: Well thank you hun. I needed this. Need the energy.
*Devilkiller laughs a little, eating a sausage link and a bite of pancake.*
Carter: If I can ask, what's going to happen with Tommy? Are you gonna beat him?
Devilkiller: You mean Staxx? I'm going to try my hardest son.
Carter: Okay. Will you be able to say something for me?
Devilkiller: Sure. What is it?
Carter: I want you to say something about me. Say how much fun we have.
Devilkiller: Well son, I don't think the fans would want a whole spill on it. I'll tell you what, if I ever win another title, you'll be the first name I utter.
Carter: Udder? Why will you udder my name?
*Devilkiller laughs at his sons young mind. *
Devilkiller: Not "udder", "utter". You'll be the first one I say.
Carter: Oh. Okay.
*Devilkiller smiles and takes his sons plate to the sink to wash it.*
Bella: Logan? Can you be careful?
Devilkiller: You know I won't promise that.
Bella: Logan. Look at me.
*Devilkiller looks at the sound of almost pleading in her voice and looks into her eyes. She's on the verge of tearing up, and she takes a deep breath.*
Devilkiller: Yes hun?
Bella: Please, please be careful. I don't care what you do, just do it in a way that protects you. Please.
*Devilkiller walks over to her and gets down on a knee and gives her a hug, kissing her shoulder.*
Devilkiller: Yes baby. I will be careful. Just for you.
Bella: I know how much this means to you. It's your first SuperShow or whatever it's called.
Devilkiller: SuperBrawl.
Bella: Right. You know I didn't follow wrestling until I met you. Anyway, I know how important it is, and I know you want it to be rememberable, so please just please be careful. I don't want you hurt over some guy named Staxx who sounds like a failed insurance company.
*Devilkiller laughs softly and hugs her tight, before standing up.*
Devilkiller: I'll make sure of it baby.
*He goes into his bedroom and pulls out his attire for SuperBrawl. Today is the day he tries to rocket launch his career to the next level. Today is the day he makes an impact.
He switches his normal red and black pleather pants with the ones for SuperBrawl, a sleeveless pleather jacket for the show, along with another pair of jeans and a Devilkiller T-shirt. He zips the bag up and throws it over his shoulder and goes to see his son is ready for his first SuperBrawl.*
Carter: Come on dad! I want front row!
*Bella comes out of the kitchen, picking Carter and his bag up.*
Bella: We will get there in time. Come on, let's me and you go to the car.
*As they leave, Devilkiller takes one last look around the apartment. He takes a deep breath and puts his hand to the carpet, feeling sad, like he may never see this place again, before going out to the car.*
--FLIGHT--
*Devilkiller got to sign a few autographs on his flight, enjoying the few of his fans delight. He took 2 pictures (though the flight attendants didn't like it) and had a mini Q&A. He answered questions like "When do you expect to get back into the title picture?" and "When are you going to show us everything you have?" But quite easily the hardest but easiest one was "Are you nervous about your match?"
Of course Devilkiller was nervous about messing up, but confident wise he didn't seem scared. He couldn't understand why. This man has duked it out with the best of them, and here's a newbie that's going to beat him in his first SuperBrawl. Devilkiller is scared of not looking good enough while doing it.
He answered a simple (but generic) "I'm confident enough in myself I can pull off the win." Though he felt like he could try to steal the show, atleast halfway. He didn't want to show these emotions, simply because of social media and how easily it would be for Staxx to hear and turn to drastic measures to end him. The rest of the flight he thinks about what he will do, how he will do it, and how exactly he can be so confident to beat a man.*
--PROMO TIME--
*Devilkiller is in a red tinted room with a mirror opposite of him, bigger then usual. He's wearing purple, black, red, and white face paint, making abstract designs in his face. He looks into the camera and starts his weekly rant he nicknamed "The Devilkiller Diaries"*
Devilkiller: SuperBrawl. 10 simple letters. SuperBrawl. Two men will go into the "Over a year in the making" match. SuperBrawl. Where one of those names becomes more than a familiar face, but a popular icon.
You see, SuperBrawl is the place where legends are not only put in their rightful place-The Hall of Fame-but also the place where legends will be made. SuperBrawl is for the ones that want to make an impact. SuperBrawl is for the ones that want to make the transition from the opening match to the main event. SuperBrawl is for me.
SuperBrawl is NOT, however, for Tommy Staxx. SuperBrawl will not be his best of days. When I get into that ring tonight I'm not looking for being hardcore, I'm not looking to entertain. I'm looking to be violent and to win and cement the legend of Devilkiller.
SuperBrawl will NOT be for Tommy Staxx fans. They will cry and b*tch and moan and will want a refund because their favorite lost. I'm glad Staxx doesn't have enough fans to amount to a hill of beans, though, so I won't feel as guilty to destroying someone I have come to hate.
Tommy and I, are almost parallel. We came into this company, made a kinda big name, had to leave, and then returned to pick up where we left off. There are a few key differences. He made his name doing things the wrong way, being the villainous guy he is. Me, I tried the right way, winning the title and becoming longest reigning WFWF National Champion. The other big important one, is that Tommy is going to lose at SuperBrawl, while I will stand tall. Tommy, pick a burial plot, I'll put you there.
*As he says this he winks and stands up and punches the mirror that was opposite of him, before walking out of the big steel door.*
OOC: Sorry for not being able to code, I haven't and won't be able to be near a computer for a while. Sorry for inconvenience.
Man: So what's been going on, Hm?
*Devilkiller is out in the middle of a deserted road, the only help miles away. He left his gun in the car so he can talk to this man face to face, trying to learn who he is. Devilkiller is leaning against his Fastback, taking a small drag on a Malboro red his new found "friend" has been kind enough to give him, calmly staring at him with a thin smile.*
Devilkiller: You know, the usual, f*ck my girlfriend, tuck my son in at night, throw up blood, torture my self with pictures, rack my memory for your name, you know, *He now smiles a sick twisted smile* the usual.
*The man laughs at this, puffing on his own cigarette, illuminating the tip with a bright orange flame. *
Man: Yeah, the usual. Did you just come out here to tell me what you do in your free time or do you actually want answers? I don't have the time to waste standing here in the middle of f*ckland.
*Devilkiller points the tip of his cigarette towards the man, nodding his head.*
Devilkiller: Yeah, I do have some questions for you, Mr. *he air quotates* "Death". When was it I have met you before?
Man: Your brothers house a couple days ago.
*Devilkiller laughs, walking the edge of the car.*
Devilkiller: Yeah, so we did. Where I almost shot you off that fence and-
Man: And where I almost sliced your throat.
*Devilkiller laughs and shakes his head, and takes a deep drag.*
Devilkiller: Before last week you smart ass prick.
*The man laughs now.*
Man: I wouldn't be calling names, for I do have a knife, and I control your fate as your life slowly turns into a facade.
*Devilkiller steps forward and loses his cool and grabs the man by the collar of his shirt, throwing down his cigarette and spinning the man around and slamming his back against the window of his car, shattering his driver side window.*
Devilkiller: Quit talking in riddles dammit I want to know where I know you from and what you have to do with my life. I swear on anything you have, I have, anything, if you come anywhere near me and my family again, I will kill you. I will kill you anyway. You killed my brother, I owe him that much!
*The man looks genuinely scared for a moment but his horror ridden face turns into a smile and he spits in the face of Devilkiller. The big white foamy spit slowly making it's way down Devilkillers cheek, and Devilkiller blinks his eyes multiple times, trying to make sense of this all, before rerring back and throwing a punch, which is ducked and his hand goes through the glass of his already shattered window. He pulls his fist out and turns around into a big right hand from the man that calls himself Death.
Devilkiller hits the asphalt as soon as the hit was thrown and the man kneels ontop of Devilkillers throat, and applies as much pressure as he can, slowly closing his throat to where he can't breath. The mans eyes turn into black daggers, murder on his mind as he applies more pressure, as Devilkillers eyes slowly start closing. Then, a pair of headlights in the distance alarm "Death" and he loses his once sturdy hold on Devilkiller. Devilkiller grabs his leg behind the knee and flips him over. As the headlights turn onto another road, now it's Devilkiller who sits in full guard position and pounds away at the man.
He wails on him, cutting his eye and busting his lip, if it was up to Devilkiller he would kill this quack right now, but he necessarily can't, not yet. He gives one last punch, leaving Death out of breath, before standing up. Devilkiller gives a hard heel stomp to the mans ribs, possibly breaking one, before walking to his car, and yelling out the broken window-*
Devilkiller: We will meet later. I'd go check that cut out, it looks nasty.
*Devilkiller puts it in reverse, turning around in the middle of the road, going towards his home, leaving the man in the middle of the road with blood in his eyes and the taste of a lost battle in his mouth.
When Devilkiller gets home he find his girlfriend on the couch, worried. She jumps up at the sight of him and wraps her arms around his neck. Devilkiller puts his arms around her and kisses her cheek lightly.*
Bella: Are you okay baby? What happened?
Devilkiller: I, well, I knocked his teeth down his throat. He didn't give me any answers. All he was doing was being a smartass.
*Bella rubs Devilkiller's shoulders, trying to comfort him. He smiles politely at his beautiful girlfriend, giving her a hug. After giving her a kiss, he goes to the kitchen to make a ham and cheese sandwich.*
Bella: Sooo Logan?
Devilkiller: Soooo Bella?
Bella: Are you feeling up to talk?
Devilkiller: Talk?
Bella: Yeah, just talk about things.
Devilkiller: Yeah babe. Fire away.
Bella: Do you think we have.... You know.. A future?
Devilkiller: As in marriage?
Bella: Yes.
*Devilkiller puts down the Miracle Whip, hands on the counter with his legs crossed looking down, not sure what to think. *
Devilkiller: I think I love you. I think you love me, I think nothings out of the realm of possibility.
Bella: Even after our fights? I mean I just don't want to end up being like your last girlfriend.
Devilkiller: If I may politely ask what the hell does that mean?
Bella: I mean I don't want to be hurt that bad and told "Get out the door" and that's the end of it.
Devilkiller: She was a psycho. There was nothing I could do. She was too far gone.
Bella: Is that how it was Logan?
Devilkiller: I did that because I couldn't take her anymore. She was crazy. I only known or knew her for 6 years at the time. Me and you? We go back to 7th grade. Not when I was 17. We have more history.
Bella: I just do not want to end up like her.
*Devilkiller puts the Miracle Whip away and walks over to his girlfriend, and puts his hands on her hips before kissing her.*
Devilkiller: You won't. I promise you that.
*In the back of Devilkiller's mind, he realizes he should really hide the engagement ring he got her somewhere that's harder to find.*
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*Devilkiller sits at his great oak wood desk, thinking and writing out his SuperBrawl attire, trying to make a unique look even for him. Should he have face paint? Let the fans know his identity? Maybe just different colors? What kind of pants? Maybe even tights? No. Not tights. They don't agree with Devilkiller's sensitive areas.
He draws out an elaborate costume with many different colors, before putting down his pencil and sitting back in the chair.
It's the same question over and over. Who the hell is "Death"? Why won't he tell him answers? Why would he kill Devilkiller's brother?
Devilkiller can not recognize the guys face at all, he won't tell a name, has no recollection of harming any family, so why would he be after him? What's so important that Devilkiller has and Death doesn't?
Devilkiller opens his drawer and takes a drink of pure vodka, letting the warmth spread through him. He stands up and paces the room, questioning things in life like any other man would do, when he hears a knock.
When Devilkiller opens the door he isn't met with a face, but a hand instead.
Devilkiller staggers back from the blindsided punch, knocking over one of his lamps in the process. The man gives a hard knee to Devilkiller's face, splitting his lip open.
Devilkiller falls back and hits the back of his head on the bar. He tried to stand back up but the man is already on top of him, punching and punching away at Devilkiller. His already bloodied lip now gushing blood as he struggles to stay conscious. Right before he can fade into black, he sees his Bella enter the room with a lamp, throwing it down on the mans head.
The man doesn't even seem fazed. He just stands up and laughs at the pathetic attempt. He looks down at the bleeding Devilkiller then back towards his girlfriend before grabbing her by the neck and throwing her up against the wall. She hits her head and goes down like a ton of bricks, fighting to stay awake.
The man grabs her hair and starts to drag her out the door, but Devilkiller is already back up and spears the man through the (once beautiful) 56 inch flat screen TV. Sparks and fire burst in a blue and red light spectacle.
Devilkiller stands up, wobbly legged, clutching his chest. He grabs the man and looks him in the face real good for the first time and realizes the man is Death himself.
Death uppercuts Devilkiller, sending him up into the air and crashing down to the floor. Devilkiller, whose barely even conscious at this point, can't even gather his breath. He watches helplessly as the man stands over Devilkiller, delivering a final kick to the ribs, before running out of the apartment.*
Devilkiller: Bella..
*Devilkiller tries to catch his breath and goes over to his girlfriend, whose definitely unconscious now. He holds his ribs and leans back on the wall, breathing heavily and spitting blood out. He tries to stand up using the off-white wall as leverage, but falls short. He takes one more deep breath before passing out unconscious beside his girlfriend.*
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*Devilkiller wakes up with a jump, breathing heavy with sweat sticking his hair to his head. He looks over to an empty side of the bed, then smells the pancakes cooking.
Devilkiller is having a hard time trying to decipher what was last night? Did he end up dreaming it all? He feels his lips, there's no cut, or anything that would suggest he had a fight. He looks at his knuckles and sees a few sparkling shards of glass still stuck in his hand from his fight earlier in the night. The one that was all too real.
Devilkiller rolls out of the black sheets and puts on a pair of faded blue jeans and a Periphery T-shirt on before following the sweet smell of pancakes.
He walks into the white and black color schemed kitchen and smiles and his little family is happily eating pancakes and sausage links. He sees his girlfriend has already fixed him a plate of 5 pancakes and 8 sausage links. He sits down by his son and pats him on the back.*
Devilkiller: You guys sleep good?
Carter: Yeah! I had a dream that there were dragons!
Devilkiller: Whoa! Cool sauce! Did you get to ride one?
Carter: No, I had to kill them.
Devilkiller: Why?
Carter: They stole my apple sticks.
Devilkiller: Haha, you mean slices?
Carter: Yeah.
*Devilkiller chuckles at his son before turning towards Bella.*
Devilkiller: How about you hun?
Bella: I slept good. I woke up early and decided to fix breakfast for everyone.
*She smiles and takes another bite of pancakes.*
Devilkiller: Well thank you hun. I needed this. Need the energy.
*Devilkiller laughs a little, eating a sausage link and a bite of pancake.*
Carter: If I can ask, what's going to happen with Tommy? Are you gonna beat him?
Devilkiller: You mean Staxx? I'm going to try my hardest son.
Carter: Okay. Will you be able to say something for me?
Devilkiller: Sure. What is it?
Carter: I want you to say something about me. Say how much fun we have.
Devilkiller: Well son, I don't think the fans would want a whole spill on it. I'll tell you what, if I ever win another title, you'll be the first name I utter.
Carter: Udder? Why will you udder my name?
*Devilkiller laughs at his sons young mind. *
Devilkiller: Not "udder", "utter". You'll be the first one I say.
Carter: Oh. Okay.
*Devilkiller smiles and takes his sons plate to the sink to wash it.*
Bella: Logan? Can you be careful?
Devilkiller: You know I won't promise that.
Bella: Logan. Look at me.
*Devilkiller looks at the sound of almost pleading in her voice and looks into her eyes. She's on the verge of tearing up, and she takes a deep breath.*
Devilkiller: Yes hun?
Bella: Please, please be careful. I don't care what you do, just do it in a way that protects you. Please.
*Devilkiller walks over to her and gets down on a knee and gives her a hug, kissing her shoulder.*
Devilkiller: Yes baby. I will be careful. Just for you.
Bella: I know how much this means to you. It's your first SuperShow or whatever it's called.
Devilkiller: SuperBrawl.
Bella: Right. You know I didn't follow wrestling until I met you. Anyway, I know how important it is, and I know you want it to be rememberable, so please just please be careful. I don't want you hurt over some guy named Staxx who sounds like a failed insurance company.
*Devilkiller laughs softly and hugs her tight, before standing up.*
Devilkiller: I'll make sure of it baby.
*He goes into his bedroom and pulls out his attire for SuperBrawl. Today is the day he tries to rocket launch his career to the next level. Today is the day he makes an impact.
He switches his normal red and black pleather pants with the ones for SuperBrawl, a sleeveless pleather jacket for the show, along with another pair of jeans and a Devilkiller T-shirt. He zips the bag up and throws it over his shoulder and goes to see his son is ready for his first SuperBrawl.*
Carter: Come on dad! I want front row!
*Bella comes out of the kitchen, picking Carter and his bag up.*
Bella: We will get there in time. Come on, let's me and you go to the car.
*As they leave, Devilkiller takes one last look around the apartment. He takes a deep breath and puts his hand to the carpet, feeling sad, like he may never see this place again, before going out to the car.*
--FLIGHT--
*Devilkiller got to sign a few autographs on his flight, enjoying the few of his fans delight. He took 2 pictures (though the flight attendants didn't like it) and had a mini Q&A. He answered questions like "When do you expect to get back into the title picture?" and "When are you going to show us everything you have?" But quite easily the hardest but easiest one was "Are you nervous about your match?"
Of course Devilkiller was nervous about messing up, but confident wise he didn't seem scared. He couldn't understand why. This man has duked it out with the best of them, and here's a newbie that's going to beat him in his first SuperBrawl. Devilkiller is scared of not looking good enough while doing it.
He answered a simple (but generic) "I'm confident enough in myself I can pull off the win." Though he felt like he could try to steal the show, atleast halfway. He didn't want to show these emotions, simply because of social media and how easily it would be for Staxx to hear and turn to drastic measures to end him. The rest of the flight he thinks about what he will do, how he will do it, and how exactly he can be so confident to beat a man.*
--PROMO TIME--
*Devilkiller is in a red tinted room with a mirror opposite of him, bigger then usual. He's wearing purple, black, red, and white face paint, making abstract designs in his face. He looks into the camera and starts his weekly rant he nicknamed "The Devilkiller Diaries"*
Devilkiller: SuperBrawl. 10 simple letters. SuperBrawl. Two men will go into the "Over a year in the making" match. SuperBrawl. Where one of those names becomes more than a familiar face, but a popular icon.
You see, SuperBrawl is the place where legends are not only put in their rightful place-The Hall of Fame-but also the place where legends will be made. SuperBrawl is for the ones that want to make an impact. SuperBrawl is for the ones that want to make the transition from the opening match to the main event. SuperBrawl is for me.
SuperBrawl is NOT, however, for Tommy Staxx. SuperBrawl will not be his best of days. When I get into that ring tonight I'm not looking for being hardcore, I'm not looking to entertain. I'm looking to be violent and to win and cement the legend of Devilkiller.
SuperBrawl will NOT be for Tommy Staxx fans. They will cry and b*tch and moan and will want a refund because their favorite lost. I'm glad Staxx doesn't have enough fans to amount to a hill of beans, though, so I won't feel as guilty to destroying someone I have come to hate.
Tommy and I, are almost parallel. We came into this company, made a kinda big name, had to leave, and then returned to pick up where we left off. There are a few key differences. He made his name doing things the wrong way, being the villainous guy he is. Me, I tried the right way, winning the title and becoming longest reigning WFWF National Champion. The other big important one, is that Tommy is going to lose at SuperBrawl, while I will stand tall. Tommy, pick a burial plot, I'll put you there.
*As he says this he winks and stands up and punches the mirror that was opposite of him, before walking out of the big steel door.*
OOC: Sorry for not being able to code, I haven't and won't be able to be near a computer for a while. Sorry for inconvenience.
I dont know good luck 
