Target: Devlin {Devlin}

[Trouble*]

'Six' hits the P.A. system, which sends the crowd into a spiral of boos. The lights begin to dance to the music, and soon after the crowd's loud 'YOU SUCK!' chants die down, Ryan comes out onto the stage. He looks around with a sick look on his face. The way his eyes gleam can only mean one thing: trouble. He does his signature 'spit' on the ground, then continues down to the ring. He slides in, and snatches the microphone from the ring announcer. The announcer, who I'll call Jimmy (cuz Ryan always comes up with stupid names for people) scowls at him, and pokes a question at him.

Why are you such a bitch?

Why's your sister your girlfriend? Life's little questions, hmm?

Ryan points to the outside of the ring, telling 'Jimmy' to leave. Jim's hesitant, but he obeys Ryan's orders. Good thing, too. Ryan would have put the smackdown on his candy ass.

Ladies and Gentlemen...Or, wait, no. Let me start again.

Ryan coughs, then raises the microphone back up to his lips.

Fat fucks ALL over the world, Ryan Zlabe is here for you to hate! You see, I was in the back, talking to our NEW GM, the BEST Gallas.. Sabastien. I asked 'im who he wanted me to rid of XWA. Well, let me tell you all something. It came sorta quick to him. He told me to take out the fan favorite Adam Devlin

The boos stopped when Adam's name was mentioned. They quickly changed to loud cheers.

Devlin's a bitch.

The crowd has a mood swing, and begins booing. This only makes Ryan laugh. One second they're booing, cheering, then booing again. He thought it was great.

Devlin can have the claim that he's beat me once, but you must all remember.. That was BEFORE my change of heart. I was still the 'good guy'. I was the man you all wanted to see, but not anymore. I'm here tonight to smack Devlin across the face, and say it right to him. 'Devlin, you SUCK.'

So, I'd like to hear your entrance tunes, Devlin. I want to see the fireworks. I want to see you get your ass out here, because this is an official challenge.

[adam]

Sorry to let you down then, Ryan...

Adam's voice sounds over the PA. He steps out unto the stage.

Because I don't do Pyro. I don't do flash and glitz. My game isn't all talk like YOURS is. I say what I do, and do what I say. No frills. No gimmicks. no BULLSHIT. But sadly that's all I've ever heard come out of your trap. Even back when you were calling yourself "Blaze". And it's good that you went and changed your name. Or went back to you real last name. 'Cuz there's only one guy I know worthy of the name "Blaze", and you sure as hell ain't him.

The crowd cheers the mention of "The Inferno". Adam continues down to the ring, and now stands face to face with Zlabe.

But you know what I don't get? How a guy who had so much potential, a guy who was one of the fastest rising stars in the game...becomes yet ANOTHER puppet of the French megalomaniac. You all really think you've got something to gain jumping on his band wagon? As soon as he sees you've overshot your usefulness to him, you'll be a distant memory. Sabastien Gallas doesn't know the first thing about loyalty. Or Honor. But for the promise of power and a few extra bucks, or even a TITLE SHOT...you went on and sold your soul to the REAL Devil.

That's weak.

Adam shakes his head. He looks out into the crowd who is in complete agreement.

But I guess when you have no real faith in your ability, you need every shortcut you can get. Unfortunately, there isn't any shortcuts to be taken with me. Because like I said, I say what I do, and do what I say. And what I'm gonna do tonight, is what I do best. And I'm gonna do it all over your face. So consider your lil' challenge accepted. Gallas and that chick of yours have got you thinking you're the shit. Well Kris Cade showed you at Soul Survivor, and I'm gonna hammer it home tonight that you're anything but. Just another no talent hack who needs someone to hold his hand to the top of the mountain.

Adam lowers his mic, awaiting the response from Zlabe.

[Trouble*]

Blaze? HAH! Blaze is nothing spectacular. He's just the new scene kid on the block. It's not very hard to read poems and listen to AFI. Anyone can bring up the argument, "He's held more titles than you", but titles don't make the man. The MAN makes the man. Blaze ain't the man. Blaze isn't the woman. He deserves the treatment of an emo kid.

But why are we talking about Blaze? He has nothing to do with this.

Devlin, can I ask a question? What happened at Soul Survivor, man? Did you think you'd do better? If my memory's correct, you didn't make it past the first round. BUT, If I'm a little off, and you DID get past the first round... Didn't you get beat by one man? And you had two partners! I didn't actually watch your match, so I'm not 100% sure.. but either way, isn't that just proof that you suck?

OH! Yeah. I lost my title at Soul Survivor. Good point, brah. But let me bring up the fact that you've never held a title. And that I could have beat Cade, because it was right down the middle. So instead of one fact, I supplied you with two.

Everyone knows actions speak louder than words, and I prefer to kick ass than make fun of someone. So, let's get ready to rumble, Devlin.

Ryan lowers his microphone and the signature smirk crosses his lips.

[adam]

Wow, ladies and gents, the double standard that IS Ryan Zlabe.

Adam applauds at him mockingly before continuing.

The only thing you've suplied me with, is the fact that you just like hearing yourself speak. First you say, and I'm gonna quote you here..."But titles don't make the man", and THEN you try to take a dig at me for not having won a title yet? WOW. You must have some major self esteem issues dude. That or Cade dropped you on your skull to hard. Or maybe it was Evan Fate the 10,000 times he's kicked your ass over the last year and a half. Who knows. But you're right. I haven't won XWA gold yet. Or Platinum for that matter. And why? Because it's not on my agenda. I UNLIKE you don't need a title to validate who I am in the business. All I need... is this.[/color]

Adam holds his mic high, to the sound a thunderous cheer from the crowd. A "Devlin" chant begins. He brings the mic back to his lips and continues.

That's all the "Championship" I need. The admiration of these fans. Because they know just like everyone backstage what Adam Devlin stands for. The truth. They know that win or lose I come out here and I leave it all in the ring. THAT'S how I roll. I may not be as charismatic as an Evan Fate, or as gifted athletically as a Jon Payne, or as strong as a bull like Kayn, but what I am is THE MAN WITH NO FEAR. The one guy who'll walk in this ring and fight the good fight no matter WHAT odds are against me. And I might get my ass handed to me in the process, It's happened before, it'll more then likely happen again. But when all is said and done, the other guy's gonna be thinking in the back of there head "Man, Devlin took everything I had and still kept comin' back for more".

But that's NOT gonna be the case tonight. Tonight's show is gonna feature the most monumentus ass kicking recorded in American Television history. And the title of this historic beat down will be "How Adam Devlin Son'd Ryan Zlabe in 15 Minutes". Tell Velvet to have the Tivo ready, I'm sure you'll wanna go back and review it since you'll be to punch drunk to realize what's going on as it happens in real time.

Adam gives his patented smile, mocking Zlabe at every turn. He awaits his response.