Post by ⚕ ⚚ ʍօʀռɨռɢֆȶǟʀ ⚚ ⚕ on Aug 27, 2016 13:45:32 GMT -5
No ifs and or buts about it, I couldn't stomach this ride the first few hundred times I had to make it. Well, when I say 'I': I use that loosely since I never have to actually make the journey, just sit on me arse in the back and enjoy the ride, something easier said than done, even more so today, I'm hit as after last night: few too many Vera and Phil's for ol' Devin. Nothing to piss and moan about, I got that lifestyle every peasant who even has a gander in my direction wishes they could have. The best part about it? It was handed to me, what else. I mean, just look at me sitting here right now; Gucci, Louis Vuitton; Ray-ban, I'm literally covered in money and it's not even a dent what I have stashed up at my drum. Seriously, my place is like a fortress. Imagine all them old as castles from the rural places here, now add on a crap tonne more bling, whip it up with a natty little paint job and your halfway to where I live. My driver right now, hell; he even lives where I do simply because I have space. The comedown here is that I have to do this ing trip every time I got to go manage crap at 'The Villain', but again; I would not change crap for it. It makes me motivated and well, for sure it put my name out there and now I'm like a ing national treasure over here. When I get my arse over the pond, do not confuse this, I'm going to be as much of a jewel there.
Driver - "Sir. Alexander, we are almost at 'The Villain', would you like me to park at the front of the establishment, or in you private area behind?."
I hear my driver ask, what a little champ, even asking. Well, could be him going out his way to be a good lad, or he knows why my last driver got the boot. I tell him to pull up at the front, just drop me off and he can be on his way, along with a juicy tip he got coming to his pocket when I off. I know I do not have to tip him, but it y'know, no issues with the man so why not giving him a little something something for whenever the I want. Pulling up at the club, I give the driver a little goodbye with my hand and a smile, it's what I usually avoid but today, I don't know. I guess I'm feeling more generous than I should. Anyway, the club; The Villain is mine, my empire and everyone inside it is mine since they are under MY roof and man do those ers love this roof. This place is a beauty; just look at it glowing with the neon lights at night, ing hell is this awesome and it's all from my little hand and have I made this place into a ing hotspot after seeing the extra the missus's gran made this place into. See, it took a right sort of genius to tone it down and sprinkle a juicy load of manz special formula on this place and turn it to the goldmine it is now. Right, I need to off inside, got business to attend to.
Dave - "Aye, Devin about ing time bruv, the you been doing?!"
I hear my crew shout in my direction, man is it good to see the their ugly mugs. Not seen the mandem since the incident a few months back, but that's forgotten about now the lot bare baydem from it; more specifically, from me. Obviously the lot are showing off what I got them, I can smell the ing Gucci from here. All for what manz say is worth, this is the fam; no one else compares. Each one is a brother to me in their own little way, along with helping me with whatever I need, they be all from ends with me, growing up in the same hole as manz so we know each other bare better than allot of blood brothers. They get on my nerves sometimes, but their always there for me, like now; bet anything they shown up to this place every day since I ed off the face of this cesspool we call a planet. I see my brother in the bunch of heads too, hyping as he always does. No doubt he's the one of the lot who they want to just off, and I can't really blame them if he's using again, but if he is, he's gonna' have to come have a little chat with his big bruv. But it's good to see them, the great off group they are, yeah, even Beau.
Devin - "Hey lads, how's it been you bunch o' wankers!"
Beau - "Aye bruv, wheres your rich ass been hiding?"
Devin - "Settle down baby bruv, I ent' chatting crap right now with all the bull that's been spread around these ends recently."
Amanda - "There's a switch boy going around ends right now talking 411 to mandem he shouldn't?"
Devin - "You know it fam, after what went down, it probably should of been expected but you lot were too blind to see."
Beau - "When I see the **** who been ratting, I'ma mash him up nice and well y'know bruv!"
Beau, I don't have any clue with to do with your sorry arse. I wouldn't put it past him to be involved with the snitch, at this point he cares more about a needle in his arm than the blood than runs in his body, and I ing hate that because it runs in me too, and I can't handle disrespect. How did he go so downhill this fast, just look at him; he's looking pale as ever, lost all his bulk and everything. He used to be known as the chung of the ends around here, he was a well built, and along with having his brothers looks, he got bare p**** and was living the life of riley. But crap.
Somehow we move on from that crapstorm of a topic and get into wrestling, the thing that makes me the dosh and what gave all these sorry ****s made a living through me thanks to me being generous to the people I love, despite how much they piss me off.
Michael - "So who you got in the ring bruv, first match across the pond eh?"
I answer my mate, Big McLargehuge. I mean, I don't have a scooby what I was expecting anyone to say, but what Beau piped up and said has to be one of the stupidess things I've ever heard...
Beau - "Is that the big guy?"
...Unironically.
Devin - "Bruv, shut your gob. You watch the show every time it's on, you've seen everyone come and go and you ask me who Big is? off bruv."
Beau - "Aye, the big bastard it is! You can take him out easily bruv, give him a Entry Fee or make the man see there's only Honor Among Yourself!"
Devin - "Beau, the is up with you. Right, look at him on your ringer; go pull up a pic of him and tell me how I'm meant to get the man up and over for the Honor."
Beau - "Your strong fam, you got this!"
He's weird. If he honestly thinks I got Big with my submissions game, he's off his rocker.
Dave - "You gotta' get your flight game on bruv?"
He's right, I can't use the majority of my crap that's usually gets manz the W. Big is well... huge. It's long to try beating him my usual style. I'ma have to fly, not that I'm bad at that but the dude could swat me out the air. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm great; even more so, ing amazing, but I also know a threat when I see it and McLargehuge is just that... ing hell, saying his name wears me out, damn.
Worker - "Dev, get your arse in here, manz needs you to do some biz for ya' to attend to!"
Finally, almost thought I could get a day off and just chill outside the club for a bit. But nope, when you get the phone call to tell ya' you got crap to do, you better put on your wellies.
This right here, walking through these doors give me the satisfaction I crave. This is my empire, I own everything inside these walls. That guy with the mad crepes making a twat out of himself dancing, the wannabe' badman hitting up girls, the shy kid that always is of in the corner somewhere, the girl with the bubblegum pink hair. Everything belongs to me, I own it. I own them. I'm a king in this place, ing untouchable.
Worker - "So Dev, The Villain down in Portsmouth is almost ready to be opened, but the workers are demanding a pay rise by 25% or else they won't finish it."
See this is the sort of crap I hate handling, most of the time when this kinda' stuff pops up, I like giving air to whoever is chatting, it's the easiest thing to do. I have a full ing team to deal with crap, yet they always come to ol' Dev. I can see why, I earned that trust and leadership allot of people look for when they apply to commit themselves to a job and group of people. See, whenever people walk past me, whenever I walk past them, I hear whispers of my name as if they don't believe what they're seeing and I don't blame them, I mean; sake... I'm Devin ing Alexander! The don of wrestling, so damn prim mandem who take a gander at me feel like the peasants they are, ! I run this empire.
Worker - "So what you gonna' do?"
He's talking to me like I forgot to answer him, ing mug. If Devin don't answer you, it's cus' Devin don't want to. That's what some of these people don't get. When you have something like this in the palm of your hand, you do what you want. Sure, people can argue that I didn't deserve it or work it, and they would be damn right. So what? Even if I didn't, I made it what it is and it will continue to run under the name 'Devin Alexander'.
Worker - "Boss!"
Devin - "Mate, shut the up a moment, can't you see I'm busy walking."
He seems confused or offended or whatever by what I said. I guess he's new here.
Wait, didn't he call me 'Dev'(?) Only the fam call me that.
Devin - "Oi mate, what's my name?"
Worker - "Your name? Devin; bruv."
Devin - "Bingo, lets keep it that way yeah."
I start walking faster and with purpose now toward my office, leaving whats his face behind to remember my name for when I come out. I know what I have to do, but you now what, it. I come here for the first time in knows how long, so manz gonna' enjoy himself. There better be my drink in the office, along with my grub. They should know, even if I don't turn up for a day, to prepare my standard crap.
I get in through the door, and go right up to the mirror; looking out over everyone and I feel a little smirk pop up on me mug, looking at everything I have created. It makes me feel generous, like... really generous, I don't know but looking at a empire not only have you made, but to polished so you can spit at it and it will bounce right back the off, it feels ing great. I gesture for my sideman to come in, and I explain to him a little treat I might have for the club depending on the result of my match against Big.
Devin - "Oi, listen up; we can do a weeks free entry here can't we?."
Michael - "It's your club mate, you can do whatever you want."
Devin - "Mint, pass me the speaker."
He goes to my desk to grab the speaker phone I use to communicate with the dance area of the club, pretty much the whole area whats not my office. Taking it, I give the glass window a loud bang to get as many heads to turn as I can, just before I start talking, I see the fella' I said was acting like a badman not paying attention but aye, if he don't wanna' listen then he can get the out my club. When I have something to say, you listen.
Devin - "This is the owner of the most successful nightclub chain in the whole United Kingdom, what is my name!"
I hear the people listening shout all in unison my name, giving me a little chuckle.
Devin - "Now, as you already know, I'm leaving across the pond next week for my debut in WFWF, I know you'll all be tuning in; I mean hell, you'll be watching it here anyway!"
They all give me a big 'Yeah!' which I guess is obvious, everyone knows me without even speaking to me, I'm a national ing treasure, people eat up whatever I do. I start walking side to side, continuing my reveal.
Devin - "What do all of ya' think about my opponent?!"
These people know how to shout together well, and hearing several hundred people yell, 'Who are ya'!' is quite a scene.
Devin - "ing savage ****s aren't ya! Now, depending on me merking this lad; it's gonna' benefit all ya'. Free club admissions for a week... free booze for a week... free EVERYTHING!"
They go mental, literally mental. Start pushing, shoving, playing fighting, making out; exactly what you would expect from a club. ing hell, I love England.
Devin - "Now, you need to chill the out cus' that won't be for a fortnight, but I'ma give the rest of you a little preview. Free drinks for the night starting, RIGHT NOW!"
Without even finishing what I had to say, there are people diving over the bar, nicking booze off the shelf and legging it out the door. No s really given, I mean... I know how people here are and it's too be expected, just don't expect special treatment y'know.
I leave my office after polishing the grub I did end having up on me desk to head home. I'll just leave the business for my team, I'm sure they'll be able to pull their finger out their arse's to get it sorted out. Walking through crowds I ing hate, like move the out the way or I'll put you on your arse, but acting professional is a ing ****.
? - "Get away from me, take no as a answer yeah!"
I hear a voice shout out as I walk by, drawing my attention around to have a look and I see ol' Pinkie tryna' push away a hammered guy trying it on with her. See, this is the sort of crap I hate at The Villain, ****s like this. The little ladies should be able to just come down here and have a dance without having some peasant try it on. She looks really uncomfortable though, but it's not my place to step in, she can handle herself.
She looks lost in this barrage of flicking lights and drilling music. There's so many flashing colors and lights sticking into his eyes, she looks like she don't if shes coming, going or been. It's time for the little lady to go home before she loses herself in my world. My world is something that if you aren't prepared for, then your going to be in for a whirl of time... alcohol, drugs, sex, exposure to it all every night of your life and if you don't come prepared, it's going to eat you alive with no remorse.
After getting to the front door, I spin around to check pinkie out one more time; this dude still checking her out, but long as nothing 'inappropriate' happens, it's not my place. But obviously, the moment I ing say that, I see this fella' slide a hand up the side of the girls dress and something about that makes me snap, makes me literally snap. And I never do that... anymore. I charge over to the guy, not caring about professionalism and just shout.
Devin - "Oi, wasteman!"
The man wagging his tongue in front of her face spins to me, seeing me looking like a raging bull; he swings his arm at me, closed fist and all but this drunk **** don't know what he got himself in for. I duck and weave my body to the side, catching his arm and head in a hold, tightening it up by grabbing my free hand, yanking on his neck as I keep him in a standing arm triangle, feeling foam lash from me mouth.
Devin - "You like this c***?! Someone touching ya' how you don't want C***!"
I feel his knees start to hammer into my thighs, his free hand whacking me in the ribs, so with a almighty growl I wretch my body back, taking him off his feet, shaking side to side, feeling his body become more limp as I do. The little lady starts tugging on my arm to get me off him but she got another thought coming cus' I'm taking this guy down. His eyes start to flicker the longer I hold, feeling the veins in his neck start to pulse on my arm and I just go into a frenzy, my vision become blurred cus' of the blind rage he's made me see. I ing hate seeing that, I HATE it, I ING HATE IT!.
Devin - "There ya' go, take that, I'ma you up... make... you... BLEED!"
My eyes begin to mimic his, flicker more and more the more I become raged. What's happening.
Devin - "I'm going to finish you-... in this game, you only have 3 houses bought on your properties silly, nothing I can't get past right little bro."
Watching my family play like this on game night is always a treat. I'm so happy we still keep who we despite the wealth we hold. It's nothing I would like to emphasize toward anybody who is any less well off than us; father always taught us that being humble is the key to not only a successful career, but achieving any goal despite procrastination or any other distraction. And as you can see, he lives by that and we are here right now in a luxurious mansion drenched in riches and it's all thanks to father.
Mother - "Oh Michael, stop listening to your brother, you have him beat if he rolls a 1 through 5."
Devin - "Mother! We know I have already won this game, and we know the bet. If I win, but bro gets his hair cut like mine."
I talk with my mother, discussing the wager of the game, something she clearly did not agree with but teasing mother is always a delight.
Mother - "Devin Alexander, what did I tell you. No, Michael does not need his hair ruined like you decided to do, his hair is perfect the way it is."
Michael - "I want to be just like Devin though mommy, he's so awesome!"
Well... he's not incorrect.
Mother - "I am not debating that son, just his hair... I do not understand the whole concept behind having a 'man bun', it seems silly."
Father - "Oh Amanda, please come off it, his har shall grow back in due time."
Mother - "I know David, just..."
Something starts to happen to my vision and I don't know what. The doctors were not able to diagnose what my issue is with this, but it is certainly a disturbance. My eyes flicker a little and I see people standing around me. My body goes into shock; I start shaking and feel my brothers hand placed on my arm, shaking me; screaming my name.
Michael - "Brother, not again, please be okay!"
Mother - "Devin!"
Father - "Devin, not again... oh, not again... Devin, not a-... I'll kill you, you sick c***!"
I've got this wasteman **** down to his back, me on one knee tugging on his neck. I've realized I seen him before, he's the guy that harasser at my club toward the ladies; I've been tryna' find this guy for a few weeks, that's why I'm so enraged, but now I finally got him and feeling the blood spit from his mouth splashing on my face is ing A'. I've got him and he's not gonna' do what he will again. He's limp, spewing blood from his gob and I let out a roar to his flickering eyes.
As I stand back up and wipe the blood from my face, I reach into my pocket and take out a wad of cash, grabbing pinkie's hand, opening it and giving her it. I tell her to get herself home, and I guess she listens as she b-lines for the door. Everyone else though, they're not as desperate to leave. Everyone is gathered around me, looking petrified.
Devin - "What?"
My best mate Dave, stares at me directly in my eye. This is odd. He knows I used to be violent... don't he?.
Dave - "What... what did you do?"
Devin - "... Who?"
My best mate Dave, stares at me directly in my eye. This is odd. He knows I used to be violent... don't he?.
Dave - "What... what did you do?"
Devin - "... Who?"
"Hello Devin."
Now, just a little few things. Sorry for the use of profanity and therefore the amount of the emoji's, I know it don't look nice but the thing about Devin and his boys is they're well... boys. Boys from London, they swear... allot. I tried to check all the swears and make sure they are all out, but if they are not, apologies, I don't know how I missed it. With the terminology used, I know I used allot of slang from England, but I tried to describe what it meant just after it was said out to help some people get it.
So yeah. First RP in a while, I feel like I rushed it toward the end and wanted to explore Devin more, but I'm too busy with a story I'm doing based of DC Comics. Plus, now I have a open door to explore Devin and his worlds completely.
Hope you enjoyed a little introduction to Devin, and fire away with the feedback/criticism. I shall brace.
So yeah. First RP in a while, I feel like I rushed it toward the end and wanted to explore Devin more, but I'm too busy with a story I'm doing based of DC Comics. Plus, now I have a open door to explore Devin and his worlds completely.
Hope you enjoyed a little introduction to Devin, and fire away with the feedback/criticism. I shall brace.