Post by devonslayton on Apr 8, 2022 8:29:47 GMT -6
"Walking on Broken Glass"
OOC: Takes place after his match during the "Riot in Arkansas" show
Devon Slayton slammed open the door to his locker room at the Simmons Bank Arena and then slammed it closed behind him as he went to the bathroom, turned on both the hot and cold water before filling his tapped up hands with the water and dousing it over his head a few times as he tried to clear it following Raze's manhandling of him just a few moments prior.
Over the past few months since joining Millennium Wrestling Enterprise, he'd been struggling with everything-from cutting promos to just being in the ring, it's almost like he'd lost his ability to do anything and he didn't want to think as to what the cause could be...he almost felt like his old self going into the match tonight but in the end...
Devon's eyes snapped shut as he slammed his right fist hard against the sink for a couple of seconds before turning off the water and leaving the bathroom at which point he noticed that he wasn't alone in the room and he turned his head to look over at the other occupant in the room and raised an eyebrow.
Sitting in the room's chair that faced the door was a man in his early twenties with shoulder length black hair that was a present tied up into a ponytail and wearing a pair of blue jeans with a Ramone's "Joey for President" t-shirt and a very annoyed look on his face.
"So what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Devon asked simply in an annoyed tone of the other man.
In response, the other man simply got up and was across the room in a blink with only sound being;
*WHAM*!!!
Devon was knocked down to his knees by the simple...well to call it for what it was..."bitch slap" that rocked his jaw tremendously as the thirty year old quickly went to check on his jaw and found a slight trail of blood coming out of the injury before Devon moved back up and was glaring at the younger man.
"Let me guess, you drew the short straw?" Devon snarked.
"Drew...bitch, I *CLAIMED* the short straw!!" the younger man said, his dark eyes glowing with anger at the older man. "What the fuck is all of this about, Devon?"
"What's what about, Jake?" Devon retorted as he forced the anger out of his lungs as he went back to the bathroom to get a towel, wet it down and then pressed it against the wound and ignoring the slight sting. "And are you asking as Jake the wrestler or??"
The man known as Jacob Striker on the international stage of professional wrestling rolled his eyes. "You know exactly who I'm asking is and that's not the fucking point here, brother. What the point is, is what the fuck are you doing loosing like this?!" Jake said, jabbing a finger in the direction of the ring where Devon's match had happened. "Never fucking mind the whole "how do you think that this makes the family look" BS that Amy or even Uncle Eddie or Aunt Tara would bitch about...I'm more curious if this is the kind of example that you're putting on for the rest of *us*!"
Devon looked at Jake and rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter what kind of *example* I set, Jake. You're doing fine, Junior has won his first title, and Zach's got a good start on his career! So you can't tell me that I'm not setting the right fucking *example*!!"
Jake chuckled bitterly before saying "You say that now, but you're not the one who got the phone call from Zach a couple of months back before his big pay per view debut for Nexus in which he said that he hopes he doesn't fuck up like you've been doing."
Devon's eyes narrowed sharply before letting out a pained sigh and dropping down onto one of the couches like a lead weight. "Alright, so I've been fucking up..." he started to say.
"BEEN fucking up? Brother, you've been fucking up for longer than that. I mean look at you, you overcame a career destroying injury in just over a year and a half only to let some blonde fucking *BIMBO* ruin you?" Jake snarled at the older man. "I mean I get it, she was a major part of your life and helped you when you need it...but where is she now,hmm?"
Devon didn't say a thing but kept his narrowed eyes locked on his younger guest as he spoke.
"I don't have to fucking say where she's been because *I* know and that's she's off fucking some asshole after dumping you because got greedy and was cheating on you the entire fucking time that you were trying to get shit going in Project Honor and Wrestleworld, Devon. I mean did she or did she not quit Wrestleworld right before the ink was dry on your contract with that company?" Jake asked.
Devon once more didn't say a thing but was unusually quiet.
Jake shook his head as he walked over to where Devon was sitting, "You haven't said a damn thing since she walked out on you. You haven't been angry or even remotely jealous since she not only walked out on you when you needed her but also let her control the fucking narrative as to what happened behind the scenes." he went on to say, noticing the only outward expression of Devon's feelings was how tightly he was now clutching at the towel in his right hand. "And you can't tell me that she hasn't been fucking lying this whole time because I know you, Devon Alexander Slayton...there wasn't anything remotely "mutal" about the decision to divorce was there?"
Devon stood up quickly and tried to put some space between him and Jake but the younger man wasn't having any of it. "I mean do you really think Tank of all people would let you destroy yourself over all of this?"
"*Tank* is letting me work on my shit..." Devon started to say through slightly gritted teeth.
"MORE BULLSHIT!! Tank is waiting for you to come to him in this case, you two are friends but even *HE* is seeing what's going on and he's waiting for you to come to him because even he sees the collapse is coming...I mean how much longer are you going to let this shit continue before you finally *break* and it causes damage in the fucking ring!!" Jake went in to say, practically yelling in Devon's face at this point.
At the last line, Devon's eyes suddenly hardened and then snapped off a very stiff forearm shot to the right side of Jake's face before following it up with an even stiff couple of follow up shots to the younger man's upper body that drove him backwards and then down into then through the surface of a metal and glass coffee table in the middle of the room...at which point Devon's face suddenly pale as he realized what he'd done and gone over to where Jake had fallen...at first making like he was going to offer him a hand up but then stopping, then lowering himself into a crotch next to where Jake was sprawled out on the floor.
"Fucking christ...I really have fallen, haven't I?" Devon asked in a faint whisper.
Jake was chuckling ever so lightly even though his back was lightly screaming in pain. "Yeah...yeah you have my brother." Jake replied as he turned ever so slightly to look at Devon better. "Not too late to get your shit together though as you told *me* once after that whole thing with Katrina." he added in a softer, kinder tone.
Devon nodded and then offered Jake a hand to help himself up with before Devon checked on his brother's back before helping him over to the couch to sit down before Devon took the very chair that Jake had been sitting in previously. "Shit, I don't even know where to begin fixing things, Jake." he finally admitted.
Jake chuckled lightly before motioning at Devon in general. "Well the first thing I'd do is call up Tank, ask him if the two of you could grab a few dozen pints and enough BBQ to cause a large hotel full of vegan's to have heart attacks and then work on fixing your appearance mean all that shit you got on was her original idea, right?"
Devon looked down at his ring attire and then ran his hands through his hair before nodding in agreement without saying anything.
Jake couldn't help but laugh at that but then grew somber. "Devon, look I know that you loved her and how much its been eating at you... but I also know that she broke a couple of promises to you, but you can't let her control you or your narrative. You need to get your head back on straight and your shit together, prove that the self appointed almighty Lexi Gold isn't as golden as she claims to be." Jake then turned and leaned forward to fix his brother a better look. "I mean she claimed that the two of you split on friendly terms...but has she reached out to you to see how you've been doing or has she basically forgotten all about you?"
Devon's set his jaw but otherwise didn't say anything.
"You see then? I know that rebuilding oneself isn't going to be easy, but you need to find your passion again and get back to where you were...I mean the whole family is behind you, Dev, and so are your friends." Jake said.
At that, Jake then stood up-though gingerly-and clapped Devon on the left shoulder before he headed out but before he was even able to reach the doorknob, Devon's voice stopped him.
"And when did you become so fucking wise, little brother?" Devon asked.
"Somebody had to and 'sides, I had a great example." Jake replied before opening the door and leaving the locker room and its sole occupant to his thoughts.
Devon sat in the semi-dark for the next ten minutes before he got up and went over to where his phone was charging and then brought up a single number and hit dial, then waited a few moments before saying "Hey, it's me. I wanted to apologize for not being...well myself lately." before he waited for the person on the otherside to speak, nodding lightly as he listened. "Look, I know it's a bit out there for me to ask but can we grab a few pints, I need to let out some shit and then I was wondering if we can't grab that wife of yours and see if the three of us can't undo this...style if you understand me?"
The screen then fades to black as the conversation continues.
OOC: Takes place after his match during the "Riot in Arkansas" show
Devon Slayton slammed open the door to his locker room at the Simmons Bank Arena and then slammed it closed behind him as he went to the bathroom, turned on both the hot and cold water before filling his tapped up hands with the water and dousing it over his head a few times as he tried to clear it following Raze's manhandling of him just a few moments prior.
Over the past few months since joining Millennium Wrestling Enterprise, he'd been struggling with everything-from cutting promos to just being in the ring, it's almost like he'd lost his ability to do anything and he didn't want to think as to what the cause could be...he almost felt like his old self going into the match tonight but in the end...
Devon's eyes snapped shut as he slammed his right fist hard against the sink for a couple of seconds before turning off the water and leaving the bathroom at which point he noticed that he wasn't alone in the room and he turned his head to look over at the other occupant in the room and raised an eyebrow.
Sitting in the room's chair that faced the door was a man in his early twenties with shoulder length black hair that was a present tied up into a ponytail and wearing a pair of blue jeans with a Ramone's "Joey for President" t-shirt and a very annoyed look on his face.
"So what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Devon asked simply in an annoyed tone of the other man.
In response, the other man simply got up and was across the room in a blink with only sound being;
*WHAM*!!!
Devon was knocked down to his knees by the simple...well to call it for what it was..."bitch slap" that rocked his jaw tremendously as the thirty year old quickly went to check on his jaw and found a slight trail of blood coming out of the injury before Devon moved back up and was glaring at the younger man.
"Let me guess, you drew the short straw?" Devon snarked.
"Drew...bitch, I *CLAIMED* the short straw!!" the younger man said, his dark eyes glowing with anger at the older man. "What the fuck is all of this about, Devon?"
"What's what about, Jake?" Devon retorted as he forced the anger out of his lungs as he went back to the bathroom to get a towel, wet it down and then pressed it against the wound and ignoring the slight sting. "And are you asking as Jake the wrestler or??"
The man known as Jacob Striker on the international stage of professional wrestling rolled his eyes. "You know exactly who I'm asking is and that's not the fucking point here, brother. What the point is, is what the fuck are you doing loosing like this?!" Jake said, jabbing a finger in the direction of the ring where Devon's match had happened. "Never fucking mind the whole "how do you think that this makes the family look" BS that Amy or even Uncle Eddie or Aunt Tara would bitch about...I'm more curious if this is the kind of example that you're putting on for the rest of *us*!"
Devon looked at Jake and rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter what kind of *example* I set, Jake. You're doing fine, Junior has won his first title, and Zach's got a good start on his career! So you can't tell me that I'm not setting the right fucking *example*!!"
Jake chuckled bitterly before saying "You say that now, but you're not the one who got the phone call from Zach a couple of months back before his big pay per view debut for Nexus in which he said that he hopes he doesn't fuck up like you've been doing."
Devon's eyes narrowed sharply before letting out a pained sigh and dropping down onto one of the couches like a lead weight. "Alright, so I've been fucking up..." he started to say.
"BEEN fucking up? Brother, you've been fucking up for longer than that. I mean look at you, you overcame a career destroying injury in just over a year and a half only to let some blonde fucking *BIMBO* ruin you?" Jake snarled at the older man. "I mean I get it, she was a major part of your life and helped you when you need it...but where is she now,hmm?"
Devon didn't say a thing but kept his narrowed eyes locked on his younger guest as he spoke.
"I don't have to fucking say where she's been because *I* know and that's she's off fucking some asshole after dumping you because got greedy and was cheating on you the entire fucking time that you were trying to get shit going in Project Honor and Wrestleworld, Devon. I mean did she or did she not quit Wrestleworld right before the ink was dry on your contract with that company?" Jake asked.
Devon once more didn't say a thing but was unusually quiet.
Jake shook his head as he walked over to where Devon was sitting, "You haven't said a damn thing since she walked out on you. You haven't been angry or even remotely jealous since she not only walked out on you when you needed her but also let her control the fucking narrative as to what happened behind the scenes." he went on to say, noticing the only outward expression of Devon's feelings was how tightly he was now clutching at the towel in his right hand. "And you can't tell me that she hasn't been fucking lying this whole time because I know you, Devon Alexander Slayton...there wasn't anything remotely "mutal" about the decision to divorce was there?"
Devon stood up quickly and tried to put some space between him and Jake but the younger man wasn't having any of it. "I mean do you really think Tank of all people would let you destroy yourself over all of this?"
"*Tank* is letting me work on my shit..." Devon started to say through slightly gritted teeth.
"MORE BULLSHIT!! Tank is waiting for you to come to him in this case, you two are friends but even *HE* is seeing what's going on and he's waiting for you to come to him because even he sees the collapse is coming...I mean how much longer are you going to let this shit continue before you finally *break* and it causes damage in the fucking ring!!" Jake went in to say, practically yelling in Devon's face at this point.
At the last line, Devon's eyes suddenly hardened and then snapped off a very stiff forearm shot to the right side of Jake's face before following it up with an even stiff couple of follow up shots to the younger man's upper body that drove him backwards and then down into then through the surface of a metal and glass coffee table in the middle of the room...at which point Devon's face suddenly pale as he realized what he'd done and gone over to where Jake had fallen...at first making like he was going to offer him a hand up but then stopping, then lowering himself into a crotch next to where Jake was sprawled out on the floor.
"Fucking christ...I really have fallen, haven't I?" Devon asked in a faint whisper.
Jake was chuckling ever so lightly even though his back was lightly screaming in pain. "Yeah...yeah you have my brother." Jake replied as he turned ever so slightly to look at Devon better. "Not too late to get your shit together though as you told *me* once after that whole thing with Katrina." he added in a softer, kinder tone.
Devon nodded and then offered Jake a hand to help himself up with before Devon checked on his brother's back before helping him over to the couch to sit down before Devon took the very chair that Jake had been sitting in previously. "Shit, I don't even know where to begin fixing things, Jake." he finally admitted.
Jake chuckled lightly before motioning at Devon in general. "Well the first thing I'd do is call up Tank, ask him if the two of you could grab a few dozen pints and enough BBQ to cause a large hotel full of vegan's to have heart attacks and then work on fixing your appearance mean all that shit you got on was her original idea, right?"
Devon looked down at his ring attire and then ran his hands through his hair before nodding in agreement without saying anything.
Jake couldn't help but laugh at that but then grew somber. "Devon, look I know that you loved her and how much its been eating at you... but I also know that she broke a couple of promises to you, but you can't let her control you or your narrative. You need to get your head back on straight and your shit together, prove that the self appointed almighty Lexi Gold isn't as golden as she claims to be." Jake then turned and leaned forward to fix his brother a better look. "I mean she claimed that the two of you split on friendly terms...but has she reached out to you to see how you've been doing or has she basically forgotten all about you?"
Devon's set his jaw but otherwise didn't say anything.
"You see then? I know that rebuilding oneself isn't going to be easy, but you need to find your passion again and get back to where you were...I mean the whole family is behind you, Dev, and so are your friends." Jake said.
At that, Jake then stood up-though gingerly-and clapped Devon on the left shoulder before he headed out but before he was even able to reach the doorknob, Devon's voice stopped him.
"And when did you become so fucking wise, little brother?" Devon asked.
"Somebody had to and 'sides, I had a great example." Jake replied before opening the door and leaving the locker room and its sole occupant to his thoughts.
Devon sat in the semi-dark for the next ten minutes before he got up and went over to where his phone was charging and then brought up a single number and hit dial, then waited a few moments before saying "Hey, it's me. I wanted to apologize for not being...well myself lately." before he waited for the person on the otherside to speak, nodding lightly as he listened. "Look, I know it's a bit out there for me to ask but can we grab a few pints, I need to let out some shit and then I was wondering if we can't grab that wife of yours and see if the three of us can't undo this...style if you understand me?"
The screen then fades to black as the conversation continues.