Hell Hath No Fury (Devilkiller RP)
Aug 13, 2019 0:41:23 GMT -5
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Post by Devilkiller on Aug 13, 2019 0:41:23 GMT -5
Devilkiller RP: HELL Hath No Fury
Hell hath no fury like a mother f**ker with everything to prove.
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So why in the world did you do that?
Do what?
Accept the challenge?
Because J, I want to show the world that I could beat him. Now or then, it was always me.
What was always you?
The rightful superstar to the throne.
And if you lose?
There isn't a 'if I lose' scenario.
You're in a match with a veteran opponent with a stipulation that you know jack s**t about. You're telling me you got this?
What can I say, I've always been a bit egotistical.
Atleast you admit it at times.
Always. Are we taking the plane together?
Yeah, tell them to buy our tickets together.
Dad! Can we go play?
Devilkiller hangs up the cell phone at the high pitched voice of his son. Devilkiller's eyes meets his offsprings from across the room and stands up, deciding to spend time with his little man.
Wanna fight on the trampoline?
Yeah! Let's fight!
The fighting on the trampoline starts off with Devilkiller picking his son up and running outside with him, slamming him down on the trampoline in a running powerslam type move. The father-son duo "fight" for a moment or two, until Carter hits his dad with a big "choke slam" for the win.
The two share a hug and some laughs, but for some reason something is eating at Carter.
Dad, I know we haven't talked much about it, but why did you do what you did?
What do you mean buddy?
You know what I mean. The thing you did on TV.
Devilkiller sighs and sits up on the trampoline. The sky starts to fade to orange and red streaks across the sky and the scenery changes from a backyard to lights all on around on a lighting rig and a wrestling ring. Devilkiller remembers holding up Daniel Knight, flipping him as Anna Ahriman helped pull him into the mat neck first. The audible crack echoing in his mind. Much like the baseball bat still echoing.
Because he did a very bad thing. What he did was, something that should've never happened. It was meant for the other guy, but that didn't happen because he ran away.
Devilkiller's voice trails off as he sinks back to Stay Gold, trying to remember every little detail. He looks pauses the memory and looks around, sees the crowd and spots Needles, so he rewinds said memory and tries to follow Needles as much as he can. He sees Billy Broom stop him, then he sees Frank Lynn stop him, then he sees just who he suspected.
Why didn't I remember he stopped him? Why didn't I notice in the moment? The music played and everything. Why would he stop him of all people?
Dad, you're doing it again.
Devilkiller snaps back to the present and shakes his head. What? I didn't do anything bud.
Dad, let's stop doing this. You're trying to joke and say you don't know but you know. You keep talking to yourself, but it's more than that. Your eyes roll back and you look dead. Please go to a doctor for me. Mom is thinking you're just going crazy.
I am fine Carter now drop it. I don't need to hear how a 10 year old can diagnose something that isn't even happening. Devilkiller's voice raises to a stern instruction before rolling off of the trampoline, looking at his son and shaking his head before going back in the house.
Wow, nice parenting out there, father.
Devilkiller's head snaps around to meet Kaitlyn's eyes from the kitchen. He makes his way across the living room and into the kitchen to face Kaitlyn. What like you're so perfect?
You're acting like a 6 year old Logan grow the f**k up. Why do you feel like you have any goddamn right treating your son like that? He is worried about his dad, and you don't care at all. You're honestly going crazy and you NEED to see a doctor. You talk to yourself atleast once a week and it's scaring both of us.
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! Stop saying there's something wrong with me goddammit. I know what is and isn't wrong. I don't f**king talk like you say I do I don't f**king roll my eyes back I don't f**king do anything!
Logan, if you don't notice it, and you're in this much denial, then we have a bigger issue at hand besides-
Devilkiller spins around and punches the wall of the kitchen as hard as he can, there's a small "creak" of the wood and a louder, more audible crack of his knuckles connecting with a stud in the wall.
Son of a bitch!
You're crazy Logan. This right here proves it. You happy your broke your knuckles?
Devilkiller, while holding his hand stares glaringly at Kaitlyn as he goes to the freezer and grabs an ice pack and lays it on his hand and wraps it up with some medical tape to hold it in place.
Last thing I'll say about it, and I'll leave you alone. Please, just go to a doct-
No. That's final.
Kaitlyn looks down and back outside at Carter, wiping a tear from her cheek. Devilkiller walks out to go sit on the front porch.
What is their problem with me? Why can't I get a break? I.. I just have to focus. Push them aside. It's do or die time.
What would be the reasoning Cameron Stone would stop Needles? I mean, he got whacked by him, but dig deeper DK. Why did he even care about Needles that first time? Why did he go into the ring to try to stop the onslaught? If it was sincere, wouldn't he have, well you know, offered to fight Needles?
He's a book I can't quite read. I hope I read him in HELL. If not... If not then that's it.
The day changes to night and back to day again, cigarette smoke rising from a newly lit one in Devilkiller's mouth, as the weekend of HELL arrives. He doesn't say anything to his family, doesn't even acknowledge them except for the simple "bye love you" response.
While in the Uber, he reflects on the past week or so, and wonders if there really is anything wrong with him. He doesn't remember much. He doesn't remember getting in the Uber but knows he's in it. He doesn't remember lighting a cigarette but knows he did it. There's a lot to unpack but he knows he has a lot of time between now and HELL. What a time to be alive.
-----Hotel Room, 8:43PM, Saturday Before HELL-----
Same size, roughly same build. Same accolades. He has an extra championship but you were too busy setting records instead of winning multiple championships. So now where are we at?
Motive. Just to have fun?
Jayson and Devilkiller are standing over the desk with a Budweiser in their hands as they discuss the match. Jayson nods his head in agreement to Devilkiller's statement.
Possibly. He's a movie star. He's main evented SuperBrawl. There's not much for him to do besides win the title, and if that was his goal why would he do an open challenge?
Right. He has a kid at home, young one at that. Why the stipulation? To try to match everyone else? Or for another tick added to his resumé?
He wants to be in the history book. He wants to be able to say he won a match that wasn't exactly in the record books of WFWF. He picked something that's relatively safe so the risk is lower. Just two big guys trading blows attached to a rope. You think you can hit nastier blows?
Devilkiller nods now, taking a sip of the beer. Possibly. I can do what I can that's for sure. I think I can get him. I got Penny Shannon, I think I got him. I've outlasted him before. Long, long time ago. I think I can do it again.
Just stay in one piece to come back home to your family.
Devilkiller looks away from the bottle to look at Jayson, who stays looking down at the bottle. I might actually stay with you when I come back.
Why?
Because my family thinks I'm crazy.
Because you talk to yourself?
Devilkiller takes a step back, clenching the stained brown glass bottle in his hand. H.. How do you know that?
Jayson looks up at Devilkiller and gives one of those half smiles, the ones that aren't really a smile but more of a 'I know' type deal.
I've noticed it some. Then Kaitlyn called me-
She called you? And you're taking her side? What the f**k dude? I thought we were friends?
I am! I'm not taking anyone's side besides Carter's. He's like my nephew. I hate him thinking his dad hates him. So please, all I'm asking is to show you love him. Go to a doctor, or atleast fake a doctors appointment to show him. Please.
Devilkiller unclenches his hand from around the bottle to allow more blood flow to come back to it. He hangs his head and nods.
Okay. Okay J, I'll go. Without sounding like a complete ass, but I need you to leave. Kinda down and kinda wanna lay in my bed and listen to silence.
With that, Jayson nods and walks toward the door, stopping with his hand on the knob. If you need me, call me.
With that, he walks out and shuts the door behind him, leaving Devilkiller alone with his own thoughts. He downs what's left of his beer and lays it on the desk, falling onto the bed with his clothes still on. He stares up at the ceiling, his walls come crumbling down as he sobs softly.
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Devilkiller is in a red lit room for another of his talks. He's sitting in a metal folding chair with a mirror in front of him. Red face paint with black smudges and streaks all around cover his face as he looks into the mirror, in turn looking into the camera.
It's funny. So many years ago we were in the same battle royal for the #1 contendership for the WFWF title. 2012 I believe the year was. Weird how the universe has a way of righting the wrongs it created, huh?
That was my first chance. My first opportunity. I lost it. Funnily enough, I outlasted you in that match. I went a further distance. And I was only three matches in and you couldn't hang?
But look at what happened. You went on to main event the biggest show for us and I was left to dry. This isn't necessarily an attack on you, it's more of the company. It should've been me. I was always the one that should've been in your spot. I could've went a longer distance than you in that Chamber match, just like I did at Revolution December 24th 2012. I could've done it again. I definitely could've done it again. Somehow the universe made the wrong decision. This is how it makes it right.
This is the universe hitting the reset switch. This is the universe righting the wrong and offering you up to me. Will I be able to capitalize?
I honestly am so excited to face you. Not just to get my redemption. It's an honor to step in the ring with someone who was just feet from he top of the mountain, just to come rolling down in a blaze of glory. So yeah, I'll be able to capitalize.
This isn't my swan song. If I lose, I lose everything. You have nothing to lose. It's a win-win for you. Promote a movie, win or lose a match, leave again for months or years when it doesn't go your way. This can definitely be your swan song. You have nothing to fight for, besides a young little girl at home, and even then you have nothing to prove.
You look at things objectively, so let's look at it objectively. I've been on a solid roll since I've came back. I've set records, though now broken, I set it. I've shown I can do it. I've shown I can break them. You say you've pinned Drakz, congratulations. I may not pin him but I'll definitely pull out every stop, every small detail brought to life, because I can outlast you. I have a better chance than you.
The unfortunate thing for you, is I have much bigger fish to fry than you, a once upon a time name who just showed back up for the first time in a minute. Look at me, calling the kettle black when I'm no more but a pot.
But see I'm no one trick pony. A pot can make tea, soup, popcorn if you try hard enough, you can even bake with a pot. A kettle? You're making tea and coffee. That's where I got you.
Come prepared for HELL, Cameron Stone. I'm not who you think I am. I'm someone that has redemption coming my way, I'm someone that has tricks up my sleeves, I'm someone that isn't leaving after this match.
One last word of caution for the 'Greatest Canadian Export', Hell hath no fury like a motherf**ker with everything to prove.
With that, Devilkiller stands up from his chair and rears his fist back, but stops, dropping his hand and instead just turns and walks out of the room.
Hell hath no fury like a mother f**ker with everything to prove.
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So why in the world did you do that?
Do what?
Accept the challenge?
Because J, I want to show the world that I could beat him. Now or then, it was always me.
What was always you?
The rightful superstar to the throne.
And if you lose?
There isn't a 'if I lose' scenario.
You're in a match with a veteran opponent with a stipulation that you know jack s**t about. You're telling me you got this?
What can I say, I've always been a bit egotistical.
Atleast you admit it at times.
Always. Are we taking the plane together?
Yeah, tell them to buy our tickets together.
Dad! Can we go play?
Devilkiller hangs up the cell phone at the high pitched voice of his son. Devilkiller's eyes meets his offsprings from across the room and stands up, deciding to spend time with his little man.
Wanna fight on the trampoline?
Yeah! Let's fight!
The fighting on the trampoline starts off with Devilkiller picking his son up and running outside with him, slamming him down on the trampoline in a running powerslam type move. The father-son duo "fight" for a moment or two, until Carter hits his dad with a big "choke slam" for the win.
The two share a hug and some laughs, but for some reason something is eating at Carter.
Dad, I know we haven't talked much about it, but why did you do what you did?
What do you mean buddy?
You know what I mean. The thing you did on TV.
Devilkiller sighs and sits up on the trampoline. The sky starts to fade to orange and red streaks across the sky and the scenery changes from a backyard to lights all on around on a lighting rig and a wrestling ring. Devilkiller remembers holding up Daniel Knight, flipping him as Anna Ahriman helped pull him into the mat neck first. The audible crack echoing in his mind. Much like the baseball bat still echoing.
Because he did a very bad thing. What he did was, something that should've never happened. It was meant for the other guy, but that didn't happen because he ran away.
Devilkiller's voice trails off as he sinks back to Stay Gold, trying to remember every little detail. He looks pauses the memory and looks around, sees the crowd and spots Needles, so he rewinds said memory and tries to follow Needles as much as he can. He sees Billy Broom stop him, then he sees Frank Lynn stop him, then he sees just who he suspected.
Why didn't I remember he stopped him? Why didn't I notice in the moment? The music played and everything. Why would he stop him of all people?
Dad, you're doing it again.
Devilkiller snaps back to the present and shakes his head. What? I didn't do anything bud.
Dad, let's stop doing this. You're trying to joke and say you don't know but you know. You keep talking to yourself, but it's more than that. Your eyes roll back and you look dead. Please go to a doctor for me. Mom is thinking you're just going crazy.
I am fine Carter now drop it. I don't need to hear how a 10 year old can diagnose something that isn't even happening. Devilkiller's voice raises to a stern instruction before rolling off of the trampoline, looking at his son and shaking his head before going back in the house.
Wow, nice parenting out there, father.
Devilkiller's head snaps around to meet Kaitlyn's eyes from the kitchen. He makes his way across the living room and into the kitchen to face Kaitlyn. What like you're so perfect?
You're acting like a 6 year old Logan grow the f**k up. Why do you feel like you have any goddamn right treating your son like that? He is worried about his dad, and you don't care at all. You're honestly going crazy and you NEED to see a doctor. You talk to yourself atleast once a week and it's scaring both of us.
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! Stop saying there's something wrong with me goddammit. I know what is and isn't wrong. I don't f**king talk like you say I do I don't f**king roll my eyes back I don't f**king do anything!
Logan, if you don't notice it, and you're in this much denial, then we have a bigger issue at hand besides-
Devilkiller spins around and punches the wall of the kitchen as hard as he can, there's a small "creak" of the wood and a louder, more audible crack of his knuckles connecting with a stud in the wall.
Son of a bitch!
You're crazy Logan. This right here proves it. You happy your broke your knuckles?
Devilkiller, while holding his hand stares glaringly at Kaitlyn as he goes to the freezer and grabs an ice pack and lays it on his hand and wraps it up with some medical tape to hold it in place.
Last thing I'll say about it, and I'll leave you alone. Please, just go to a doct-
No. That's final.
Kaitlyn looks down and back outside at Carter, wiping a tear from her cheek. Devilkiller walks out to go sit on the front porch.
What is their problem with me? Why can't I get a break? I.. I just have to focus. Push them aside. It's do or die time.
What would be the reasoning Cameron Stone would stop Needles? I mean, he got whacked by him, but dig deeper DK. Why did he even care about Needles that first time? Why did he go into the ring to try to stop the onslaught? If it was sincere, wouldn't he have, well you know, offered to fight Needles?
He's a book I can't quite read. I hope I read him in HELL. If not... If not then that's it.
The day changes to night and back to day again, cigarette smoke rising from a newly lit one in Devilkiller's mouth, as the weekend of HELL arrives. He doesn't say anything to his family, doesn't even acknowledge them except for the simple "bye love you" response.
While in the Uber, he reflects on the past week or so, and wonders if there really is anything wrong with him. He doesn't remember much. He doesn't remember getting in the Uber but knows he's in it. He doesn't remember lighting a cigarette but knows he did it. There's a lot to unpack but he knows he has a lot of time between now and HELL. What a time to be alive.
-----Hotel Room, 8:43PM, Saturday Before HELL-----
Same size, roughly same build. Same accolades. He has an extra championship but you were too busy setting records instead of winning multiple championships. So now where are we at?
Motive. Just to have fun?
Jayson and Devilkiller are standing over the desk with a Budweiser in their hands as they discuss the match. Jayson nods his head in agreement to Devilkiller's statement.
Possibly. He's a movie star. He's main evented SuperBrawl. There's not much for him to do besides win the title, and if that was his goal why would he do an open challenge?
Right. He has a kid at home, young one at that. Why the stipulation? To try to match everyone else? Or for another tick added to his resumé?
He wants to be in the history book. He wants to be able to say he won a match that wasn't exactly in the record books of WFWF. He picked something that's relatively safe so the risk is lower. Just two big guys trading blows attached to a rope. You think you can hit nastier blows?
Devilkiller nods now, taking a sip of the beer. Possibly. I can do what I can that's for sure. I think I can get him. I got Penny Shannon, I think I got him. I've outlasted him before. Long, long time ago. I think I can do it again.
Just stay in one piece to come back home to your family.
Devilkiller looks away from the bottle to look at Jayson, who stays looking down at the bottle. I might actually stay with you when I come back.
Why?
Because my family thinks I'm crazy.
Because you talk to yourself?
Devilkiller takes a step back, clenching the stained brown glass bottle in his hand. H.. How do you know that?
Jayson looks up at Devilkiller and gives one of those half smiles, the ones that aren't really a smile but more of a 'I know' type deal.
I've noticed it some. Then Kaitlyn called me-
She called you? And you're taking her side? What the f**k dude? I thought we were friends?
I am! I'm not taking anyone's side besides Carter's. He's like my nephew. I hate him thinking his dad hates him. So please, all I'm asking is to show you love him. Go to a doctor, or atleast fake a doctors appointment to show him. Please.
Devilkiller unclenches his hand from around the bottle to allow more blood flow to come back to it. He hangs his head and nods.
Okay. Okay J, I'll go. Without sounding like a complete ass, but I need you to leave. Kinda down and kinda wanna lay in my bed and listen to silence.
With that, Jayson nods and walks toward the door, stopping with his hand on the knob. If you need me, call me.
With that, he walks out and shuts the door behind him, leaving Devilkiller alone with his own thoughts. He downs what's left of his beer and lays it on the desk, falling onto the bed with his clothes still on. He stares up at the ceiling, his walls come crumbling down as he sobs softly.
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Devilkiller is in a red lit room for another of his talks. He's sitting in a metal folding chair with a mirror in front of him. Red face paint with black smudges and streaks all around cover his face as he looks into the mirror, in turn looking into the camera.
It's funny. So many years ago we were in the same battle royal for the #1 contendership for the WFWF title. 2012 I believe the year was. Weird how the universe has a way of righting the wrongs it created, huh?
That was my first chance. My first opportunity. I lost it. Funnily enough, I outlasted you in that match. I went a further distance. And I was only three matches in and you couldn't hang?
But look at what happened. You went on to main event the biggest show for us and I was left to dry. This isn't necessarily an attack on you, it's more of the company. It should've been me. I was always the one that should've been in your spot. I could've went a longer distance than you in that Chamber match, just like I did at Revolution December 24th 2012. I could've done it again. I definitely could've done it again. Somehow the universe made the wrong decision. This is how it makes it right.
This is the universe hitting the reset switch. This is the universe righting the wrong and offering you up to me. Will I be able to capitalize?
I honestly am so excited to face you. Not just to get my redemption. It's an honor to step in the ring with someone who was just feet from he top of the mountain, just to come rolling down in a blaze of glory. So yeah, I'll be able to capitalize.
This isn't my swan song. If I lose, I lose everything. You have nothing to lose. It's a win-win for you. Promote a movie, win or lose a match, leave again for months or years when it doesn't go your way. This can definitely be your swan song. You have nothing to fight for, besides a young little girl at home, and even then you have nothing to prove.
You look at things objectively, so let's look at it objectively. I've been on a solid roll since I've came back. I've set records, though now broken, I set it. I've shown I can do it. I've shown I can break them. You say you've pinned Drakz, congratulations. I may not pin him but I'll definitely pull out every stop, every small detail brought to life, because I can outlast you. I have a better chance than you.
The unfortunate thing for you, is I have much bigger fish to fry than you, a once upon a time name who just showed back up for the first time in a minute. Look at me, calling the kettle black when I'm no more but a pot.
But see I'm no one trick pony. A pot can make tea, soup, popcorn if you try hard enough, you can even bake with a pot. A kettle? You're making tea and coffee. That's where I got you.
Come prepared for HELL, Cameron Stone. I'm not who you think I am. I'm someone that has redemption coming my way, I'm someone that has tricks up my sleeves, I'm someone that isn't leaving after this match.
One last word of caution for the 'Greatest Canadian Export', Hell hath no fury like a motherf**ker with everything to prove.
With that, Devilkiller stands up from his chair and rears his fist back, but stops, dropping his hand and instead just turns and walks out of the room.
I dont know good luck