Post by sc4r on Feb 18, 2023 22:02:17 GMT -5
## Like a whisper to the dusk
An oath against the shadows
Denying the dark ##
"Let me tell you a story."
An empty arena. House lights up, a worker here and there pulling up cables as the teardown has already began. The ring still intact with it's green canvas and white aprons, both covered in the logos of various sponsors. The arena itself is rather non-descript aside from the giant stained glass wall that sits opposite from the camera. As the camera comes in closer, a lone finger sits on the edge of the apron, staring up at the wall. Short, dirty blonde, almost brown hair. A dark jacket on his shoulders, knee bent up to his chest with one foot on the apron, almost relaxing against the ropes. Devon's gaze doesn't break from the wall as he continues.
"Let's go back about five or so months ago. We all knew what happened but none of us knew what was going to happen so we kinda...went our...various ways. I ended up here, for a funeral ironically enough. I hadn't heard anything from the front office so I decided to stick around for a while. Days became weeks became months and here we are."
He looks up at wall with a half smile as he drops his leg down. He sighs as he grinds his palms into the ring apron as he leans forward a bit.
"I worked a few shows here and there. Mostly decided to stay behind the scenes. Training seminars, agent duties, anything to keep me occupied. I remember I was at a show in Nagoya, backstage doing something and one of my old tag partners stopped me. I hadn't seen him in probably close to a decade. We talked about our careers and stuff and right before he was about to go to the ring for his match, he looked back at me and asked me something that I'll never forget."
Devon slides down off the ring apron. His gaze never breaks from the wall as his arms cross in front of him.
"He asked me if I liked being someone else's memory. At first I had no idea what he meant and then one day it just hit me out of the blue. I remember packing up from a seminar and looking at the belt and I realized he was right. I didn't walk away on my own terms, I didn't go out my way. It was someone else's actions that forced me away... again. That's when I decided I wasn't done. I wasn't going to someone else's memory."
He turns towards the camera, looking at it for the first time.
"I wasn't going to be just a memory at all. No. Memories aren't enough, memories get... forgotten. Even icons can be lost.. to time. No, the aim this time is to become... more. A pillar, if you will. A face carved on a monument that lasts for all time. And this is where Brakker and Watts come in. Both of you are probably going 'who the hell is this guy and why does he deserve a shot'. Simple. I never lost mine. As far as I'm concerned, this is just a continuation. The world has been on pause for six months and it's time to pick up where I left off. With a title over my shoulder, waiting for my next war. Speaking of my war buddy, don't think I forgot about you. All in due time, my friend. Titles first, make it more interesting when the time comes, no?"
"Speaking of them, I know both of you have questions. Namely who being the on top of the list, probably followed by why. The why is not for me to answer. I just signed the contract, I didn't ask for anything special. As for the who. Well that is simple, but probably complicated for you because, God forbid anyone know history in this sport anymore. It's simple, I'm the guy walking out with the TV title."
|FIN|
