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Post by adam on May 4, 2007 14:25:25 GMT -5
It's a few hours after Vendetta. Adam Devlin has gathered his things and is prepared to head for the airport. Waving to some fans and staffers along the way, Adam seems content with the evenings results. But all would not be well. As he enters the parking lot of the AT&T Center, the scene looks suspicious. Adam decides not to pay it mind, and walks to his rental. However, there appears to be someone already waiting for him. A woman he's seen before, but never met in person...
To what do I owe the honor, gorgeous?
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Post by emma on May 4, 2007 14:31:10 GMT -5
Leaned up against the car is the beautiful Emmanuelle. She takes a long look at the chissled frame of Devlin. She can't help but smile a bit. Clearing her throat, She answers him.
Mr. Devlin. It's strange that we both work for XWA, yet have never met in person. Such is the case with so many of XWA's talent. I'm Emmanuelle. You don't know me, but I most CERTAINLY know you. I've been keeping tabs on you, and I like what I see. But there's a small problem in things. You see, while I may personally enjoy seeing you fight, I think you may be fighting for the wrong "team". Catch my drift?
Her tone changes swiftly. Folding her arms, she could see in Adam's reaction he knew what she spoke of. |
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Post by adam on May 4, 2007 14:36:29 GMT -5
Now it became clear where he'd seen her before. She ran with Darius Duke, one of the more enigmatic men on the XWA roster. Adam puts his bag to his side. He looks the woman in the eye and responds.
I know what team I'm fighting for. The XWA team. Rodolphe Gallas has a vision of a wrestling company that put it's talent ahead of the politics. That's what I fight for. The honor of XWA. I think you're barking up the wrong tree, lady. If this is another one of Sabby's tricks, you can go back to frenchy and let him know that I'm not havin' it. He can try his Gestapo crap all he wants. I'll fight him 'til the bitter end if I have to. Him and ANYONE he decides he wants to throw at me.[/color]
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Post by emma on May 4, 2007 14:41:01 GMT -5
A sly smile crosses her lips. She responds to Devlin's bold words.
Funny you should say that, Mr. Devlin. You see, you really have no idea how far this goes. Before you make such bold claims, you should really take the time to find out exactly who ALL the players are in the game. But I guess that's why WE'RE here, aren't we.
Her words served almost as a signal. From the shadows emerged a group of men, dressed in black. They all part, and from the group steps Darius Duke, Wrekk, and Sabastien Gallas himself... |
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Post by adam on May 4, 2007 14:44:22 GMT -5
Adam was surrounded. They had to be at least 16 deep, plus Duke, Wrekk and Gallas. Adam clinches his fists and grits his teeth. He thinks to himself...
Shit. How the hell do I get myself out of this one? I could take a couple of them, but that Wrekk guy is freaking HUGE. Think, Devlin, THINK!!!
...He readies himself for what's sure to come.
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Post by sab on May 4, 2007 20:01:26 GMT -5
The evil Gallas steps forward. The look in his eyes told a dark and unsettling tale. Putting his sun glasses in his inside pocket, He addresses Devlin.
What a wonderful web we weave, Monsieur Devlin. Tis a shame it had to come to 'zis, but you see...I have NO intention on letting GGE slip through my fingertips. Two times you have escaped with victory against me. Two times to many. 'Ze fun and games end NOW. My father has a glimmer of hope in you and Monsieur Fierhart. A glimmer 'zat shall soon fade. 'Zis is a high stakes game we are playing, Adam. And tonight, I'm cashing you...OUT.[/font]
Gallas snaps his fingers, prompting his men to spring into action. His sickening smile speaks volumes of his intentions. To make an example of Adam Devlin...
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Post by redragon on May 4, 2007 20:11:05 GMT -5
Before his men can pounce, Darius steps up. He holds his hand out, halting them.
Whoooooooooooooa now, Buddy boy. Wrekk and I aren't just here to be spectators. If there's going to be ANYONE taking the boy scout out, It's going to be us.
With a devilish smile, Darius pats Wrekk on the shoulder, and the two men advance on Devlin.
Let's make this interesting, shall we? [/color][/center] |
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Post by wrekk on May 4, 2007 20:16:28 GMT -5
*The remainder of this thread done W/Permission*
Wrekk cracks his knuckles and grins sadistically. It's been a while since he's seen some action, and he looked forward to pounding Devlin out.
Oh HELLZ yea, my dude. Interesting aint the half of it.
Wrekk is the first to take a shot at Devlin. He lunges at him a sweeping punch, just missing him wide. Wrekk is caught off gaurd by the deceptive speed of Devlin... |
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Post by adam on May 4, 2007 20:22:35 GMT -5
Adam indeed manages to dodge the punch from Wrekk. He had only seconds to react. Does he stand his ground and fight? Or does he run away. For Adam in truth, the choice was not an option. He grits his teeth, and with a swift turn of his body, unleashes a thundering right cross. It hits Wrekk square on the jaw. Adam could see in the big man's eyes that he was thrown off, and it itself had to be the best punch Adam had delivered. Wrekk stumbles back, clutching his jaw in audible pain. Adam takes up his fighting stance, ready for the next attack.
You boys are going to have to come with something a little better then that. You wanna dance? Let's DANCE!
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Post by redragon on May 4, 2007 20:28:26 GMT -5
Darius couldn't help but to be impressed by Devlin. The man was indeed fearless. Faced down by insurmountable odds, He still stood his ground. If the circumstances were different, He may have actually enjoyed fighting him one on one. But this was about business. And Darius always saw fit to seeing business through. He charges Devlin, His speed a match for Gallas. Before Adam could react, Darius had already launched him backwards with a stiff knee to the gut. Darius rises in the air in a seamless motion, connecting with a downward chop to Adam's back. Just as Adam fell to his knees, Darius decided to make this quick. He loads up a sweeping roundhouse, with intent on ending Devlin's night... |
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Post by adam on May 4, 2007 20:32:39 GMT -5
Adam gathers his wits enough to see Darius' kick coming. He was unable to catch it, but had enough to block the blow. It knocks him to his back, but gives him to to recover and rise back to his feet. He thinks to himself...
Jesus H Christ this guy is STRONG. I'd almost go as far to say he's as good as Gallas. That kick's got my arms stinging. But no matter. If I'm going to avoid ending up in traction tonight, I've gotta be smarter then them. Time to improvise.[/i][/size][/color]
Adam readies himself. Raising his hand to Darius, he motions for him to "bring it". Almost mockingly egging him on.
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Post by redragon on May 4, 2007 20:37:35 GMT -5
Darius doesn't take to kindly to Adam's taunt, and readies another offensive. He charges at him with a flurry of punches and kicks. This time was different. Adam was more focused. He managed to stave off the advance for start to finish. Darius wasn't pleased. It was almost as if Adam was holding back. A feeling he'd felt before long ago. Darius' attack began to become more concentrated. Gear towards not just putting Devlin down, but KEEPING him down. Darius misses with his next roundhouse, and he knew it. He was wide open for a counter attack... Damn. |
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Post by adam on May 4, 2007 20:43:57 GMT -5
It was the opening he needed. He knew what kind of fighter Darius was. As good as he was, he was to proud. And in that pride, he could be thrown off his game. A lesson he learned well from Simon. Gathering as much strength as he could muster, Adam unloaded a sickening uppercut to Darius. It literally lifts the man off his feet before he comes crashing back to the ground. It bought him valuable time, but time was running out. He wasn't going to be able to keep up eith this for long. As Darius begins to rise to his feet, so does Wrekk, who didn't look the least bit please. Suddenly, Adam feels a swift stinging crack to the back of his head. It was a pain that could only be described as knee buckling. Adam falls to his knees. It was as if he'd been hit with a club of some sort. The laughter heard behind him was unmistakable. Adam felt like a fool not anticipating this result.
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Post by draco on May 4, 2007 20:47:21 GMT -5
Thanatos stood over Devlin. He folds his arms as if his job was done, bellowing his thunderous laugh. After it subsides, he speaks.
We meet again, Devlin. A pitty this shall be the last time anyone hears of you. What are your orders, Gallas.
Thanatos stands, waiting to here what to do next from Gallas.
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Post by sab on May 7, 2007 12:09:34 GMT -5
Gallas smiles as his General strikes down Devlin with a single blow. His order was simple.
Finish him, Draco. He's been a thorn in my side long enough.
His evil smile is prelude to the torment he plans to bring on Adam. He and his cohorts look on as Draco readies his attack when...
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