<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/kMDRQ6/muscular-metalhead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard | Smoking Pit | Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shucking the clothes and going swimming in plaid boxers<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cleo | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was almost like one of those cheesy Matrix-inspired moments in a film, where the camera suddenly slowed down and someone seemed to hang in the air. Cleo had hollered and leaped forward, smiling at him as she flew through the air before landing into the pool. With a great splash she had christened the pool, first to enjoy its cool depths. Devon couldn't help but laugh, standing up to watch as she surfaced from the water.<br/><br/><strong>"Wow you're like super slow! Come on!"</strong>He shrugged, already peeling his jacket from his arms. Unfortunately he'd have to take the extra time to kick his boots off, but he'd gotten so used to such footwear that he had them off almost as swiftly as someone kicking off their sneakers. Setting the footwear aside, he followed it by peeling away his socks, and then lifting the shirt above his head to reveal a flat stomach. He didn't look as super-powered as Red's chosen date, no, but he certainly looked fit enough to step into, say, a wrasslin' ring. Maybe not to be one of the biggest names in the industry, but certainly capable of holding his own. Y'know, were he actually acrobatic enough for the sport. His sleeve tattoos were revealed for the first time, however. He then worked the buckle of his belt, loosening it enough so that he could push his jeans down and leave him in a simple pair of plaid boxers. The closest to a kilt he had on this show, and fortunately the sort with a button to fasten the front fly, prevent any accidental male wardrobe malfunctions.<br/><br/>He'd have just gone in naked if the rules permitted it, but the producers were very clear about the prohibition of skinny-dipping.<br/><br/>He got ready to take a run in himself, when Cleo interrupted.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't forget my drink!"</strong><br/><br/>Devon knelt down, grasping his beer and her colorful beverage, bringing them both towards the pool's edge where they'd be within arm's reach. A thought then occurred to him, and a smile spread across his face.<br/><br/>"Alright, back up a bit, I wanna try something," he said. He stepped away from the drinks, and further away from Red and Muscles in turn, as he turned his back to the pool. "I haven't done a back flip in a few years, so I<em>might</em>screw this up." He took a breath, bending his knees a couple of times, trying to get a memory of the feel of it. If he did this right, he'd be able to do something like a backwards cannonball into the water and it would look... uh, well maybe not cool, but... whatever. Bending his knees, he jumped, kicking backwards, spinning in the air, and...<br/><br/>...it did<em>not</em>go well...<br/><br/>Devon landed flat on his stomach, belly-flopping into the pool with a loud<em>CLAP!</em>to the water. For a moment he remained on the surface before sinking beneath, his arms immediately going for his gut. Yet even under water he laughed, the bubbles of air surfacing as he rubbed at the now stinging flesh. After a few moments of the sharp sensation reverberating like a bell, he tossed his head forward, bringing all his hair in front of him, so that when he surfaced he could whip his head back, hair flying behind his head and sending a shower of chlorinated water out of the pool behind him.<br/><br/>"Okay, so that was totally lame," he laughed. He then sought out a camera, pointing to it. "I hope you bastards back at the bar enjoy that!" His mouth was spread in a wide grin, though, as he then swam closer to Cleo. "So whaddya think? How'd I score? A zero? A one? A six from the Romanian judge?"