Devlin Raine [vs.] Ethan Drake

Barely time to register a victory put in the placement as Number 1 contender for the IWF Impact title and all he can really remember is holding onto the top rope for dear life and getting a little bit lucky.

A little bit of luck can do a guy a world of good, huh?

Luck and Judicious amounts of Leg strength.

Anyway we fade in to a Gym, it's not all fun and games being Devlin Raine, much as he'd love it to be, working out hard in the Texas heat, and in case there was any doubt as to his location.

04/10/12 - Time: 7:00 am Location: Dallas, Texas Temp:Hot as Balls

Devlin is currently working hard currently as a Television plays the Battle Royale of last week and he breathes hard, sweat swimming off his pores whilst muscles flex and tone. All in all it's a good thing, but he's focusing far too much on the past, what has been time to snap his attention back to the present.

Who is the woman that enters the wider shot? The camera starting at a set of purple sneakers, sliding up a set of jeans,a chain belt about her waist, sass and sway that joins her tank top and purple hair, tied up in a ponytail, Green eyes look at Devlin as he sways up and down, she smirks at him and finally speaks.

“Devlin Raine, are you going to get your backside down from those weights and spend some time with your Fiancé? Or am I going to have to kick your ass?”

Devlin slows down, slowly dropping to the floor, he nods towards the camera briefly and The Purple haired Princess that Is Devlin's Fiancé, currently unnamed looks right at the camera and blushes before looking back up to The Chicagoite who goes to give her a hug, she stops her man from doing so and smiles.

“Shower Devlin, I'll handle the cameras for a moment or so, As they're goin' to be following us around, I think it's only fair I re-introduce myself in a proper manner.”

Her accent was a New York clip, Brooklyn and Devlin eyes into the camera and smiles brightly giving it a thumbs up before he passes on by her and she outright slaps his backside as he passes , Devlin Jumps and blinks..Before heading off Into the distance.

“Ok boys, OK girls, My name is Kate Dempsey, soon to be Raine ..I'm not a manager, I'm not a wrestler, I'm just a girl with a man who loves her, thrown into this crazy, crazy world that is Devlin, some of you know me..Most of you don't but Here I am and there's a fair chance you'll see me a few times Mostly being all about my ma..So Keep of outta my way I'll keep outta yours, capicé? Now that my Introduction is out of the way..we're going to wait.”

Kate dusts of a seat and fills up one of the gym cups form a nearby water cooler to take a -long- sip, legs crossing at the knee, almost daintily before she looks at her watch and smiles.

“Or you could fade out and play catch-up so I have time with my man..Your choice boys..”

We start to fade out as Kate smiles innocently.

“Clever boy..”

We of course Fade back in, on Devlin, dressed a little more casually, Combats, a t-shirt , a set of boots and a wrestling ring ,within which he stands, the ring it's self is inside a boxing gym and the gloom outside points out just what the hour is, late..real late.

“Welcome back, sorry to cut and urn, but Kate only just caught up with me and it's not easy living on the road as we are, but bossiness calls doesn't it? Texas calls and here we are just a hop,skip and jet hop away towards Battle Grounds and my latest opponent as well as all those interesting goings on with the men of the hour, set of of people looking to advance themselves by riding the coat-tails of Corporate structure.

Yeah Rem I I'm talking about you and your little snob crew, really I'm just a little disappointed, but you are right it's perfectly in character for ya, so good for you, as for the rest of the boys, we'll see won't we ..You know me well enough to gauge my response If I don't think you and yours are doing ...the right thing now..But I have other things to worry about than your 'Breakfast Club'.”

Devlin even does the “air quotes” thing when he says Breakfast Club, pacing round the ring and idly caressing the top rope like it was a cherished family treasure.

“And that thing is my Upcoming match with Ethan Drake, in what is a Clash of similar Styles, you fly, I fly And well A lot of people will be wondering if Devlin Raine can do it again, to 'cement' my what will some people will call a 'fluke' win on the Battle Royale, But I already covered this a Battle Royale is just as much luck as it is skill, not to take anything away from my opponent's they're all talented guys but really? In all seriousness ? I view this match as a final stamp on my number one contender-ship, The IWF Impact title Is along way off yet so I have to take this whole thing one step at a Time ..and you Drake are my next step.. ”

Devlin smiles with a wry chuckle before idly leaning on the rope back first and taking a few steps to run the opposite rope and slow down a bit with a little nod, apparently approving of the tensile strength of the regulation ropes.

“Naturally I'm treating this as seriously as I treat most anything I do, some of column A, some of column B and Voilà, We have Devlin, but that doesn't mean you should take me lightly Drake. Way too many people have made that mistake, Soon at Battle Grounds. I'm going to come out there and do exactly what I do best..Give the crowd what they want. In this case a damned good match and you Drake had better bring your A Game, or you'll be hearing the familiar sound of 1...2....3 Roared form above you as I lay a cover on your ass.”

Devlin grins a little and draws a line in front of himself with a foot as he crouches towards the camera and beckons towards it with a slight smile.

“See you at Battle Grounds Drake, may the best man win.”

Fade out on that sly smile.