Devon J. Reed. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Not silver. That was for peasants.He was the only son of the Reed family, who were in fact one of the wealthiest families in the proud country of the United States of America. The elite of the elite and DJR had no problem with flaunting it. A true asshole, a master. He wanted you to know just how low you were in life. Why? Maybe just to do or maybe he was bored, but the reason didn't matter. He enjoyed doing it and that's all that matter to him. Right now, the son of a bitch was sleeping after a night of a drug fueled shenanigans. Devon ended up ordering a dozen hookers and a hotel room. Devon work up from his slumber to find a whore in the bed with him. He looked around the room to see sleeping hookers everywhere, empty cans and such was scattered all around. The room was damaged beyond repair. Of course Devon didn't care. He was just passing through for the night. He'd never be back here again. Devon got dressed and left the hotel, the man didn't even bother to check out.

"Ah fuck, it's bright as fuck." Devon said when he stepped outside into the blazing Sun. Fuck the Sun, being all bright as shit. Devon put on his shades before making his way down the sidewalk half hungover. The man needed cigarettes and maybe more hookers. Oh, I think Devon is about to shoot a promo for his up coming match. Let's listen.

"Fucking Mezian. You're a fucking . How dumb can you be? First off. I saw that promo you dropped when you thought your opponent Michael Graves. Really? You thought I was that piece of cum shit? The guy fucks kids. I'm an asshole. I'd push an old hag down some stairs, but I wouldn't fuck a damn kid. You sick son of a bitch. If you thought that way, then it means you're a child fucker as well. That settles it. You've pissed me off. I hate you're God damn guts. You're promo sucked more than a pornstar in a hundred man gangbang."

"You have a way with words that just make me wanna stick a gun down your throat and empty the clip. You look like such a flamer, with that one patch of blonde in your hair. Fucking gay. You dress like a bum and smell like you've been getting fuck in a pile of shit by ten shemales. The only reason why I have to face you is because I have to. So sure, I'll fucking waste my time on you, but since I have to. I might as well kick your ass."

Devon stopped at the crosswalk, right next to him was an old lady with a walker. He didn't pay any mind to her til she spoke to him.

"Excuse me young man. Could you help me over the puddle. My bones are too weak to get over it."

Devon saw the puddle of water, his eyes wide in shock.

"Damn, there is a puddle of water."

"Yes, it will be hard for me to get around it. I was wondering if you could help me."

"I wouldn't want to get my new Jordans wet and damaged. These things are worth more than your life old hag."

"What was that? My hearing isn't that good."

"Don't worry ya old bitch, I have an idea"

Devon grabbed the old lady's walker and tossed it away, then pushed the old cunt into the puddle of water. He stepped on the woman's back to cross the water. Once he was on the other side, he checked his shoes. They were perfect. He kept walking. The old woman just face down in the puddle of water. Maybe dead. Damn. Yeah, she's not moving. She's dead. Oh well.

"Here's what I don't get. I went onto the XWF's website and left two comments on your profile and told you, Yes I TOLD YOU, that you were wrong on both those promos you sent out. Yes. I am counting the one you deleted. Little . How can you not put it together? No wonder that one bitch left you, well it was how stupid you are and my dick. She wanted the D man. So I gave it to her. I told her she'd get it if she left your ass. We fucked. It was dirty, very dirty. I took a dump on her chest then titty fucked her. That's how dirty. You're a fucking loser and a queer. Get ready cock sucker. I'm going to win and then piss all over your broken body and you're going to love every damn moment of it. ."