Devlin Raine [vs.] Gordon Fury

World Warriors
The Remington Steal , continued

There were probably worse places to sleep, to lay your head and rest.

Devlin still didn't like it, the rich opulence the bed, the walls, the art it just screamed more of Remington waving his money around whilst everybody else had to suffer the grace of his 'hospitality' whilst they picked each other off at random.

He smiled a bit at one of the mirrors as he passed along his way, the arrogant wave given towards the camera behind the one way mirror seen by a few security guards.

”Who is he? I want to to know his name, occupation, hell I want to know the color of his dog's hair! Find me everything on this guy!”

“Sure, sir, why?”

”The boos has taken special interest in this one, make sure he meets Somebody good next time around, put him through his paces properly.”

Beyond the mirror and the security desk and the whole conspiracy of a 'tougher' opponent Devlin was looking out a window , admiring the view that lay beyond and just relaxing , a double back to the in apartment bedroom found a wardrobe fashioned with plain clothing of most sizes, as if the event had been planned for a few days, and well clothes were in short supply.

Devlin had to chuckle , head shaking as he turned towards the bed. Might as well get some sleep.

”Devlin Raine sir, born Chicago Illinois, Occupation: It says here that as of late he's been running a Gym in south Chicago, but I have some friends who say he used to also specialize in finding...rare antiquities.”

Remington listens to the beefing on Devlin Raine, checking a wtach as he idly smirks , taking breaths by the second as his heat beats like watch on his wrist, mastering every breath, every single moment like he has with everything else in his life.

“And so, what are you going to do? You said you had somebody in mind to ..introduce to Mr Raine, and I'm very interested in seeing what you had in mind.”

As the picture on the screen changed, Remington's brows lifted and he gave a satisfied smile titling his head as he considered the choice and stood up.

“Interesting choice, Go ahead, I'm intrigued to see how you'll manage to get those two to fight.”

The net morning Devlin was wandering the lavish halls, just exploring, a few fights had broken out and not h significant really was happening, people content to stay out of each other's way and explore, What troubled Devlin the most was not a single sign of anyone approaching him.

Had he not pissed anyone off with his little display? Something stunk to High heaven, and as he stepped into a serene Zen garden and the door behind him clicked closed, did he thank heavens he might just have been right about annoying -somebody-.
Of course, his eyes laid on the man who locked the door , a cocky and instantly recognisable smile.
As it was readily and rapidly becoming apparent that his next opponent could very well be.

Johnny Cage.

Devlin stepped back wary or f the film star as he pulled those signature sunglasses down to look at the youngster , a wry grin spreading over his face as he spoke.

“Relax we aren't gonna do this here..not enough eyes on us kid..No This is the part where I challenge you, and you accept.”

Devlin titled his head abit as he stepped around the filmstar, who's reputation was a little tarnished among those ignorant of his actual martial prowess, rumours abound that he didn't do his own stunts and a tall tale involving a trip to underground fighting tournaments made him a wary asset in the public eye.

Yet here he was, challenging the youngster who finally found it in him to speak.

”Why me?”

Cage chuckled and straightened as he stalked around the youngster and the the tow of them , without really realizing it, took a relaxed fighting stance, the fight that would come later, would apparently come now, amongst the peace and tranquillity of the Zen stones that crunched gently under each footstep.

But what happened next, neither of them expected.

To be continued

Pain is relative, but the fall? That is the most painful of all.
He remembers watching the world disappear from view, blood and pain and agony, the cheers and boos for him and Steel.
It wasn't enough, he didn't really feel the table collapse around him, he sure as hell didn't feel the floor underneath it.

It was as he looked at his battered and bruised form in the mirror, that he jealous voice that had driven most t of his 'crusade' finally receded and Devlin found himself with no excuses, but a knowledge that he really had been so very , very close to winning.

”No rest for the wicked.”

Devlin looked into the mirror at the camera that sat over one shoulder whilst he walked along, not even limping, how was it he was still able to move? Even he couldn't answer that one, but it seems the Trip to Oblivion was a recurring thing resting a hand on a couch as he winced slightly and looked down at the phone that sits there , shaking his head a little.

”It Seems however that he IWF has given me a third chance, the best things come in threes they say, and I have to prove myself in threes a best of Three series against Gordon Fury, who unlike last time no longer has the 'new guy' advantage.”

Devlin sighed some and looked down at the bandages wrapped about his form, cuts and bruises still visible, and worn as a badge of honour now, a reminder of a match that anywhere else, would have been the main event.

”So I have three chances to get back to where I was, or two at least, assuming I win every match, which Honestly? Is a dumb thing to do.. But I hear ya'll asking Why? Devlin? Why come back? You should be broken.”

Devlin shook his head some and smiled, taking a slow ragged breath, it t still hurt really, a lot hurt but then again Pain was a gateway of healing to a degree..Well that was a personal thing.

”Because, Steel took me to a limit, pulled my ass further and harder than part of me could fathom and I'm -still standing- Rise..and rise again until Lambs become lions, which is my ..thing right now..It's not ego, it's not even Pride it's..I dunno..I just want to make things right.”

Devlin shakes his head and looks down hands on the sink as he breathes another sigh, holding himself above the water that pools underneath him whilst he speaks.

”Right, do I even know what that is right now? I mean...I was close..Both of us I felt.. I dunno there' s a feeling you get up there even when I was galling I could feel it, it's something I've not felt for a long time, something precious...Alive..”

Devlin nodded as this assignation to the emotion, it might not be correct, hell there might be a better word for it, but Devlin isn't really able to think of one, a whole mess of emotions bundled into this little box, that makes him feel alive.

He looks back up into the camera with that little smile on his face a lip re-cracking and a pool of blood forming as he tries to wipe it away and then speaks softly so as not to spray blood on the mirror image.

”Gordon, you handed me my ass last time, I know that so seeing my name opposite yours must make you feel pretty good considering my physical condition or at least, considering the look of me..That's ok I don't mind so much. After all what do I have to lose now? Except the shot at Steel once more...Is that right? Is that even fair? I don't really know..I could sit here and whine about how I'm hurt about how I was thrown form the top of the cage...about how Steel Angel whipped me raw...Or I could tell you that depsite all that, despite very bump, every lump every step being a wincing reminder of every lasting second of The Trip to Oblivion match?”

Devlin smiled a little wider that cut ripping just a touch more, he's a silly boy I know but well, he's going with it.

”I'm still here, still standing, still walking and you had better believe, still wrestling. That's right Gordon I'd say Devlin is a changed man, but that's not true..I'm as stubborn an ass as I always was, difference is now? The falls seems have helped me realise I need to pull my head out of my sphincter and Lay you down the old fashioned way I know I can do it..I can do anything if I put my mind to it.”

Devlin nods a little and then shook his head before muttering with a soft. Tone of exhasperation

”Listen to me I sound like the Little Devlin That could or something, Point is Gordon, I'm Shhoting to go back for Steel, whether you like it or not, you're in my damned way.. And so we gotta do this little dance you and I Bets of three and It's all going on the line really, I gotta beat you to at least get the the big shot, and you have to be t me to get your shot, catch 22 and one of us has to be left in the lurch..or fall...I already did that once...”

Devlin gives a wry smile and shakes his head.

”Not gonna happen again so soon..”

And Devlin winks towards the camera and we slowly fade out as he starts to wash himself in preparation for the show, after all he has to at least look ..sort of good.

Fin

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