A Lucky "Devil"

[tryton]

Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" hits the PA, and Tommy Tryton enters the arena. He looked none to pleased, and with good reason. He makes his way from the stage to the ring with haste.

Willy: He doesn't look like his usually cocky self tonight, does he? I guess he ain't got much to be happy about after Soul Survivor.

Tony: You said it. It had to be the most climatic finish to an Ironman match I've ever seen...

Tony was cut off, as Tommy now stood in the ring with a mic.

DEVLIN!!! You've gotta be the luckiest son of a bitch walking god's green Earth. I had your ass beat! BEAT!!! You think you've gotten over? Hell no, buddy boy. I hope to high hell you didn't throw away that rabbits foot of yours. Because you're gonna need it tonight. We FINISH this. You and me. No gimmicks. No BS. Tonight, a winner is going to be determined. And as far as I'm concerned, you're looking at him. Now get your...

Tommy is cut off by the entrance theme of Devlin.

[adam]

As Adam's theme blares over the arena speakers, the long time fan favorite steps into the arena...

Tony: Since Mayday, we've been seeing a change in Adam. He's become a lot more aggressive, and it's showing in his wrestling, Willy. He's definitely turned the corner in his career, I must say.

Willy: It's called MANNIN' UP. Everybody knows that on any given night, Devlin's one of the best pound for pound competitors in the game. It's about time he started seein' it himself.

Adam raises his mic for a response.

Hey, what's the matter, Tommy? Mad? Yea, I'd be pretty pissed two if I had a 2-1 lead in an Ironman match with 20 seconds left, just to catch the business end of a Death Valley Driver have it tied up with 1 second to go. But those be the breaks, chrome dome.

Adam smirks and adds...

So that pretty much leave things unresolved between us. And I'll be damned if that's gonna be how it ends. Not a chance, buddy boy. You want a fight tonight? You've got one. You said it yourself. No gimmicks, no BS. You and me, we're gonna settle this like men. And when the dust clears, we'll see who's the better man, Tryton.

Adam lowers his mic and waits for the reply of Tryton.

[tryton]

Tommy smirks, as if he had something beside the fact under his sleeve as he answers.

Oh,we're gonna see somethin', Adam. But I'm bettin' it's not gonna be anything you were expecting. Bet your Long Island ass on that one, my friend.

Tommy waits for Adam's final reply.

[adam]

Adam replies by saying...

The only thing I'm bettin' on, is me whoopin' that ass from one end of the ring to the next, Tommy. I'm done talkin'. I'll see you in the ring, pal.

Following his stoic words, Adam's theme hits the PA once again. He drops his mic to the floor, and shoots Tryton a final stern look before turning around and head back through the curtains.

[tryton]

The camera focuses on the continuing smirk of Tryton. He definitely had something planned. The question was what. The answer? All would find out in due time.

The End.