Task Master (Tryton)

[adam]

Standing in the ring as his music plays following a break, Adam Devlin nods approvingly as the fans cheer him on. His music begins to fade, and he starts his address soon after.

I wanna go on record in saying that I am not a masochist. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But in me saying that in front of all of you people in the arena, and the millions of people watching at home...who didn't love watching Tryton get his head flown by Steven Higby last week?

The fans express their shared satisfaction by cheering on Adam's words. The camera pans out to a few "Red Devil" signs in the crowd before returning to Adam in the ring.

Now, Tommy. It's not that I don't like you. And it's not that I don't respect you. It's the fact that all of this stems from a simple ideal. Five months ago, I said something about you that's pretty damn true. And that's the fact that you have all of the tools to become not just a World Champion, but one of the all time greats. The problem is that your head has been filled with the ideology of a man who can't see past his own swelled head in Scott O'Dell. Yea, he gave you the platform to get where you are now, but who did the leg work, Tommy? Who got in the ring and performed well enough to win War Games? You did. And you could have done it all on your own without O'Dell or Alston's help. Now I know what you'd say to my thoughts, "What I do is my business, not yours." But as it stands, You'll be standing in the ring with O'Dell come XGames. And with the World Title in the balance, what makes you so sure that He wouldn't stab you in the back?

You were like me a year ago. You did this for the love of the business. It wasn't about fancy cars, private planes and expensive living. It was about the joy of being a Pro Wrestler. And all I've tried to do these last few months is try and bring that Tryton back to the surface. I doubt I even came close though, so that's the reason why tonight...I'm publicly giving up on it. You're your own man. And if you think that turning your back on what you really believe is your ticket to the top, who am I to argue what works for you? But that's not the only reason I'm out here. I'm also out here because seeing as this is the Season Finale, there's no way in the hell I'm not gettin' me some tonight. So tonight, I say we have us one more for the road. No tricks, no schemes. Just you and me, in the ring, one on one.

As the crowd continues to cheer, Tommy Tryton's music begins to play over the PA system.

[tryton]

Tryton comes out from backstage with a dissatisfied smirk on his face. As his music continues to play, he methodically walks down to the ring. He stops at the foot of the ring, giving a look of total contempt to Adam before continuing to the steps. A mic was provided for him as he entered the ring, and in his response he wouldn't mince any words towards Adam.

I'm a combination of things right now, Adam. One one side, I'm happy that you've finally got it through your thick skull that what I do to advance my career is my business, and mines alone. And on the other side, I'm PISSED that you had the nerve to stick me in a match with a 7 foot beast last week and then come out here the next week looking for friendly competition. This isn't friendly. This is personal. It always was, and it always will be between us. You've tried for months to force your pathetic ideology on me, trying to make me see the light when I already did. And that had nothing to do with O'Dell, Alston or Leani. I made the choice myself, because I was sick of being on the Mid-Card. Sick of being one of the guys they call an "Up and comer". My place in the main event, and that's where I am. Just like Scott said last week, he and I know that once the bell rings and the World Title is on the line, it's every man for himself. It's strictly business. But as far as you and me, it's never business.

Tryton steps in closer, as his next words would shock everyone.

I'm going to give you your match tonight, no bones about it. But we're going to settle this between us once and for all at Devil's Night. And how are we going to settle this? Easy. You and I are going to hammer out the rest of our differences with Kendo Sticks, Chairs and 2x4s...in the Crimson Tide Match.

Buzz: The Crimson Tide match? HOLY CRAP!

Roach: They'd be joining Stelios, Aces and Punch in that match. What an aptly titled fiasco that's gonna be because everyone in it has bad blood.

Tommy waits for Adam's answer.

[adam]

As the crowd booms in cheer at Tommy's proposition, Adam looks around impressed that Tommy would go this far as as far as settling the score. He doesn't flinch in his reply.

The Crimson Tide Match? The two of us in the ring with a Harder Icon, two certified lunatics, and who ever else decides they want to step into the mix? Sounds like fun. I don't know if it was a good idea though, because I kinda got my start in Hardcore Wrestling. But if you think it's really gonna settle anything between us, you're kiddin' yourself. That's not gonna happen until one of us can't walk.

[tryton]

With a sly grin, Tommy slips in his final reply.

Come Devil's Night, that can be arranged.

Tommy lets his mic fall to the ground with a thump. His music cues up once again, and the brash young superstar shoots Adam a final gaze of malice before turning to exit the ring.

[adam]

Adam simply smirks as he watches Tommy take leave of the ring. He nods as the show goes into a Devil's Night Promo.

End.